#after realizing that they have the same kanji in their last name

[mochiswifey]

ANGEL

BONTEN KANJI MOCHIZUKI

~MATURE THEMES~ Next

*Arrange Marriage, Sexual Themes (Blowjob), Age gap*

Forced to marry an older man, Louie tries to navigate the hell she’s suddenly pulled into.

Her eyes flicker.

“Finally she’s fucking awake.” Someone with an androgynous voice said.

She tries to wipe her eyes and to her surprise her hands were tied to a chair.

Panic attacks her

She tried to think whether she took too much sedative and she’s lucid dreaming.

“She’s awake.” The voice repeated after she heard a metal door open.

She tried to compose herself to no avail. The surrounding is dark and cold. The floor is dirty. Tainted with dry blood. And-

Her thoughts were interrupted when a shadow fell over the little light from the lamp shade hung above.

“Your Dad. He operates boats.”

Husky voice accompanied by a strong smell of cigar.

“I- I don’t- What?! My dad doesn’t-“

“Your real Dad.”

Then, it dawned on her.

She was taken because of her real father. The father who she last saw 7 years ago.

The father who ran away and left her.

The father who was never really a father to her.

“What is this? Did he pissed some Yakuza? I am nowhere pretty to be sold-“

“Bruh, no one would fucking buy you-“

“Shut up addict.”

“Shut up lung cancer”

Louie sighed before closing her eyes.

“I haven’t seen him for 7 years. I don’t know where he is or how he is. You could kill him for all I care.”

“Your father didn’t pissed us. It’s just. We have a tradition to follow.”

“This isn’t the 20s.”

“Don’t you think that this isn’t the best time to joke around?” The androgynous voice turned out to be coming from a man with a pink hair and diamond scars on either side of his mouth.

He steps in front of Louie and squats down. He has a deranged face. A manic expression.

But Louie recognize the loneliness and emptiness in his eyes.

It’s the same for every rich person she has ever seen in Tokyo.

It didn’t matter how much wealth they’ve accumulated throughout the years.

It’s never enough and will never be.

“My whole life is a joke so shut up.” The scarred man laughed before standing up and going away from her view.

“This tradition, is this some fucking sacrificial bullshit?”

“No. It’s you marrying one of our executive.”

Louie chuckled before going silent.

“This isn’t a Wattpad dark mafia bullshit.” She says with an excellent American accent surprising the two men.

They knew she was a bastard born to a cabaret hostess mother. They assumed she was uneducated and-

“Was that English?”

“In what world wasn’t that English?” She mocks the men.

“You seem comfortable in this kind of situation.”

“I am nowhere comfortable in this situation.”

Louie sighed. She’s captured and she has no way of escaping. It’s cooperating that would get her a pass to live another day.

“Why do I need to marry?”

“The boats your father have. We want them to carry our shipment.”

“Then sign an agreement! Why the hell would I be pawn to your games?”

“Agreements are easily broken. With marriage your family will be bonded to our organization.” Louie shakes her head and almost laughs.

“I’m a bastard. What made you think that my father won’t betray your organization?” The men had the same thing in their mind.

But she is the best they could get.

Louie’s father won’t marry his legitimate daughter to them.

“You still carry your father’s last name. And once you bore a son, when your father betrays us every single workers of your father will never trust him again.”

A son?

There was no way of winning through brute. So, even though she was infuriated she remained calm and listened.

“Who am I gonna marry?”

“Mochi.”

Who in the world is that with a punk ass name?

Kanji removes his tie as he burst inside the hotel room.

Misaki had a smile on her face but it quickly dissipated as she realize Kanji is in a bad mood.

“What happened?” She quickly follows him to the balcony.

The cold wind chilled her body but she knew better than to ignore the man who’s supporting her lavish lifestyle.

Kanji gripped on the railing. His face full of fury. Eyebrows arched and teeth gritted.

“Tell me what happened.” Misaki soothes Kanji’s gigantic arm. She tries to comfort him because that’s her duty.

“I was going to marry you.”

Her smile faded from utter shock. Not once did she ever think of him having the want to do what he just said.

Kanji and Misaki’s relationship- it wasn’t something they hid. All of the executives in Bonten knew that Misaki is Kanji’s woman.

They met in a club and from that day Kanji desired Misaki.

He showered her with everything she didn’t need. Kanji would never admit it to anyone but she’s the closest thing to love he has ever gotten.

On the other hand, Misaki saw him as jackpot. He was addicted to her even though her heart belongs to someone else.

But it’s fine. Because with him she could get a comfortable life.

“Y-you wanted to marry me?” She asked him but Kanji didn’t reply.

He wanted to marry her. He was planning on proposing to her on Christmas Day.

But now it’s all ruined.

“I-l I’ll say yes if you still want to…”

Kanji’s rage disappears for a moment. He wanted to smile and be happy for once but his world would never allow such thing.

“Well I can’t now.”

His rage returns.

It’s one thing to be ordered to kill but it’s another to be ordered to marry.

Misaki knew she didn't love Kanji. And she also knows that she will never fall in love with him. It's just impossible.

But she couldn't help but feel disappointed after his words.

Yes, she will never love him. But she knows him. And she knows he'll never leave her. He'll never disregard her for any other woman.

"W-why?"

"Because I'm ordered to marry a fucking bastard." Kanji spat out with fury.

"I-"

"Don't ask me any more fucking questions!" Kanji snaps startling Misaki. He leaves her in the balcony to get his favorite whiskey.

Kanji's rage sometimes scares Misaki. But every man in the crime world has their own temper.

Misaki closed her eyes and sighed. She then followed Kanji to the bedroom.

Kanji was slouched on a chair with whiskey in his hand. His face was full of rage and Misaki knew what Kanji would like for the night.

"You don't need to marry me. I'll be with you either way. Married or not." She says and Kanji chuckles.

She kneeled down between his legs and started to unbuckle his belt. Kanji placed his liquor down and watched as Misaki took out his cock.

He didn't say anything and simply watched as she licked the side of his shaft. She then slowly nibble on his tip before taking half of his enormous length.

Kanji sighed in pleasure as he felt her wet warm mouth. She twirls her tongue around as she bobs her head up and down making erotic wet noise as she goes.

One of the reasons Kanji likes Misaki is the fact that she's an elegant woman who gives a blowjob like a whore.

Misaki pushed her head down as far as she could before pulling away and spitting on his cock before licking one of his balls.

"Just like that... fuck..." Kanji says head thrown back.

She begins sucking on his balls as she strokes him fast. Misaki took her time licking him before returning on sucking his tip.

She felt his cock getting harder and the salty taste of his precum cued her that he was getting close.

Kanji surprised her when he stood up and slammed his cock far back in her throat. He begin to fuck her mouth fast.

His whore struggle to breathe but he didn't care. He needed to release the frustration he had.

Just when Misaki was beginning to lose breathe he slammed his cock farther than he has ever done and came inside her mouth making her gag.

"Don't spit." He order and with a teary and ruined mascara his whore obeyed and swallowed every last drop of his cum.

"You always looked pretty right after I fucked your mouth."

Satisfied, Kanji went to take a bath.

Mikey ordered him to marry the bastard.

And the king's words must be obeyed no matter what.

So, as much as he hates it. He'll meet his future wife at exactly 7:40 pm at the Hilton Hotel.

Plagiarism Is A Crime

[fractiflos]

Headcanons Banjo pls

I have so many about him!

He's a huge fan of western things. I like to think that he and All Might would bond over their love of western style stuff. Although, it's mainly the cowboy and Texas stuff that Banjo likes while All Might likes the western superhero comics.

In fact, his love of cowboy style is why he has that bandolier on the inside of his jacket despite not having a gun or anything to shoot with. He just thought it looked cool. The open jacket is because he overheats easily, so he and En often eat ice cream together. Even in the winter.

He got teased as a kid once they realized his last name sounded like the instrument, so out of spite he learned to play it and realized he also likes country music.

Actually, he likes any song that has a good beat, so his playlist is a mix of genres and artists. But he's not one to really listen to the lyrics.

He sucks at cooking. He's good at other household work but he gets distracted and forgets that he's cooking something so it burns. He lives off of microwave meals and takeout.

After finding out the "go" in Daigoro is spelled with the kanji for "enlightenment" I like to think he does meditation as a way to calm down.

He's pans. For no other reason than I thought the flag colors fit him.

I have a lot of theories as to why he shaved his head but one I think you'll like is that he had an odd hair color and the first few heroes had to look "normal" for the public to accept them. (Imagine if it was the same color as blackwhip so he had a similar hair color to Deku.) I also like to think that whatever the original reason was, he'd still shave his head if he was a girl. I'd draw that if I could.

He's skilled at tying and untying knots.

He's good at math, but terrible at literature because he was more straightforward and didn't get why people don't just outright say what they mean.

Laughs at horror movies and pretty much any moment where they don't want you to laugh because he thinks a lot of it is just ridiculously overdramatic or unrealistic.

He always wanted a big dog, but he didn't have the room for one and his job as a hero kept him too busy.

If he had to do a job other than hero, I definitely think it would be something that requires a lot of moving around. I can't think of a specific one, but I know he would hate having a job where he does nothing but sit at a computer all day.

Basically, I headcanon that he likes nature in general. Not to the point he'd live in the woods for 18 years, but he likes it and enjoys going hiking.

He was that one kid who was kind of loud in class, but respected the teachers. As he grew older, I can see him patiently listening to the stories of old people or carefully listening as an old lady teaches him to knit.

He made it his mission to make sure that no one felt left out and tried to include everyone in things, something that he's been doing since childhood.

He loves bad puns. He's got a dad joke sense of humor.

Not superstitious or one to believe in conspiracy theories, but he'll listen to the rants anyway.

He can be kind of forgetful about little things. He always puts in the effort to remember appointments and birthdays, but he constantly forgets to charge his phone and where he put the remote.

He'll eat or drink pretty much anything. The opposite of whatever a picky eater is.

That's all for now since this is getting long. Thank you for giving me a chance to share my Banjo headcanons.

[nitrochiralfan]

Slow Damage name analysis: Maya

I did a post on her name before. Here is me doing an in-depth analysis on it to see how it correlates to her character, Maya much like Towa has a fake name one that hides her true character from others until late in the game.

Maya (摩耶)

Maya's stage name means illusion in Japanese. In the true route mad ending song it is revealed where her name came from. Her stage name can be how she uses to fool everyone into the palm of her fingers

I wrote before that Maya is named after Buddha's mother. Someone pointed out in a post how Maya sees herself as a god in the way she manipulates others into what she wants. The store she runs helps customers realize their twisted desires similar to how buddha helps people reach enlightenment. Buddhism is about finding enlightenment aka nirvana, and euphoria is about finding happiness euphoria stands for a malevolent version of it Maya does have a lot of religious connotations in her character where she is the corrupted version of the buddha.

Her real name is Yuma Sakuragi (優真 櫻木)

Yu (優)

“Yu,優” means “tenderness, excel, surpass, actor, superiority, gentleness”

Her name is a lyrical play and theme of cohesion in her character, the first kanji references to the way she acts with Maya elegant in both appearance and mannerisms which she used to manipulate people. How Maya is a great actor she can be anyone dons many faces each person she manipulates nature and techniques in her sandbox that she can mold and change how she wishes.  

the first kanji notes her outward appearance of delicate, gentle beauty, the gentleness she displays comes off as tender to others making it easy to fool others as a chess master and ultimate villain of the game

Maya has a lot of power in the game, able to have the advantage over people's hearts and her status as a mistress of the yakuza, her being the real position of power with a lot of influence in both game and story.

Ma (真)

“ma,真” means “truth”

This is an interesting foreshadowing of her real character, Maya's depravities revealed at the true route, her role as the true antagonist of the game and master manipulator. Maya dons many different faces of each person but still is herself in a raw way definitely like sand she molds herself into anything she wishes.

Sakuragi  (桜木)

“Sakura” means “桜, cherry blossom” and “Gi” means “木, tree” When put together it's spelled “cherry blossom tree”.

Both Maya and Towa share the same last name.

As I stated before about cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms are short-lived flowers that only bloom for an amount of time and are fragile, known for being gentle, delicate flowers. The cherry blossom symbolism matches Maya to some degree, her outward appearance of being a fragile delicate quiet gentle beauty known for having soft features Whose life was cut short.

I stated before in Towa’s name analysis that

"in ancient times it has been believed that trees are inhabited by gods. gods come down and inhibit cherry blossom trees when cherry blossoms bloomed it was a sign that god came down the basis of hanami is to leave an offering of rice and sake to the kami inside the trees which people believed they inhibit cherry blossoms."

Maya is considered a god or close to god in that case. Maya wanted to be immortal to live through her son especially when her time is short.

[waiting-on-a-dream]

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝟎𝟎𝟏: 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢 𝐈𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨

"Hey, Keiko. Don't you think this place is kinda creepy?"

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨

Name: Kanai Ichiro / 金井 一朗 (The kanjis for his last name mean "gold well" and his first name means "firstborn son" though the kanjis actually mean "first clear" and "bright" individually.)

Status: Prisoner 001

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Birthday: February 4 (Aquarius)

Height: 160 cm

Blood type: B

Image color: #FFEA00

Occupation: High school student

Personality: He is quiet and keeps to himself, often choosing to sit alone in a corner. When someone tries to talk to him, he may ignore them (unintentionally or intentionally) or answer after a short silence. He is rather detached from reality and doesn't seem to be aware of his surroundings most of the time. He forgets things easily too, and sometimes says things out loud to himself without realizing it.

He claims to be 16, but often acts like a young child. When something interests him, he'll make the first move to initiate a conversation in order to learn more about it from someone older than him. He also likes drawing, and carries a stuffed koala with him at all times.

He often displays a blank face with his eyes opened wide. However, there are times when his temper flares up for specific reasons. If the reason for his anger is not quickly dealt with, his fury quickly escalates. He can end up throwing big tantrums because of that.

𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨

Which canon Milgram song he would cover: Weakness (When I try to understand it, you’ll make that disappointed face again)

Which DECO*27 song he would cover: Rainbowder (I had a lot of trouble finding a song by DECO*27 that suited him, and this is what I ended up with. The lyrics are of a somewhat childlike quality and there are certain lines that fit him and his situation perfectly. That's good enough for me.)

If he could cover a song by a different Vocaloid producer, which one would it be: Adult children by Kanzaki Iori (I'm sure there are better options for my scrunkly here, but frankly, I've been trying to find vocaloid songs that fit him for far too long and I've run out of patience. So here~!)

His MV description: His MV takes place in a house, and the art style resembles that of crayon drawings. The MV would start off with bright colours at first before slowly transitioning to duller shades, along with shots containing bigger shadows than before. Grey, pale yellow, blue, and pink would turn up a lot.

The MV starts with a young Ichiro laying on his stomach, drawing something on paper with colour pencils all around him. He finishes the drawing and holds it up with pride, allowing us to see that it's a drawing of him and an older woman with the same hair colours as him. He gets to his feet and walks to another room where the woman that he presumably drew sits by a desk with her computer displaying jumbled words that he and us the audience cannot read. He tugs on her sleeve and shows her the drawing, mouth opened in a hopeful smile. She smiles as well and pats his head, making him grin wider.

The camera cuts to a calendar with it's pages flying off of it. We can see that two years have passed based on the dates of the first page and the last page we can see.

The camera cuts again to someone opening a door. A faceless man walks in and loosens his tie. He then breaks into a grin and opens his arms wide. The woman from before walks over and accepts his hug. Ichiro watches from the nearby hallway with a frown, stuffed koala tucked tightly to his chest.

The last minute of the MV shows Ichiro sitting in the dark hallway outside of the dining room where the woman and the man are eating, laughing happily. Duller colours and big shadows are now present.

The man leans closer to the woman, and she kisses him. Ichiro stands up and slinks quietly into his room, starting on a new drawing. The last shot we see in the MV is a drawing of him with crosses over his eyes, angry swirls of red, purple, and orange around him. The audio becomes distorted, to the point where we can't make out the last few words of the song. The MV ends.

𝐕𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

-- 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

(Somber) ...My name is Kanai Ichiro. I'm 16 years old. I'm a high school student. Warden-san, you'll be judging me for my crime? ...Oh.

(Blank tone) Y*u've **i*ed m* *if*, yo* *no* t*a*?

-- 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫

Look at what I drew!

𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚

His image colour is Haruto's favourite colour.

His favourite colour is sky blue.

His favourite food is mochi.

His hobby is drawing.

He likes to sneak up on people and scare them. He's scarily good at staying quiet too, much to the chagrin of other prisoners.

Keiko is a stuffed koala bear he refused to let go of when he was brought to Milgram. He takes it everywhere with him, talking to it as if it were a young child. Some prisoners find it creepy.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬

I cannot draw. So picrew saves the day once again!

Aw, cutie boy! Oh he's a little fucked up actually.

[bigbroemen]

1, 2, 13, 16 for the gaming asks :3c

HI MALEX :D

ask 1 ive got answered for brostateexam on some that he sent me, this is what I wrote

1. Last game you finished

i am like pretty sure it was dark souls. ive been playing a Bunch of stuff on and off for the past 3 or 4 months but dark souls was one that i stuck to and i beat it with my caster character naomi in like early march

2. Game(s) you’re currently playing

ok oh god. okay i SAID i was playing a bunch of games on and off but truthfully i have Started a bunch of games and have not finished them and my heart isn't too set on touching back on them. some im ok with that and others i feel like i should get back to them

Mario and Luigi: Partners in Time (JP) [dead/i should get back to it]

i stopped playing this in like late february and i definitely want to start playing it again. it has been more constructive for me for practicing japanese because it is just a bit less dense than other games like path of radiance. i think i like only finished the first little arc though LOL in the forest w the caterpillar boss

Super Mario Galaxy (JP) [dead/i should get back to it]

i got pretty far here! i think ive 100%ed everything up to the bedroom. there's not much i can say about what ive practiced with this game besides it was a nice refresher/maintainer; there's furigana for the kanji and all the characters speak in unique ways that are still digestible

Dark Souls (again. as a cleric) [dead/its ok i got like more than halfway through so it'll be fun to pick up again whenever i do]

after i beat the game with naomi i like immediately started another file as my cleric madeline. its been really fun with her and ive been enjoying using ultra great swords/lightning magic with her. iiiii got the lordvessel and i saved the cleric in the tomb of the giants, and i made it to the ash lake and the painted world for the first time this playthrough

Sonic Riders (JP) [dead/its ok i unlocked aiai&nights&ulala]

it is very very interesting playing japanese sonic because some of the characters have like very different personalities. sonic is more like, Cool Dependable Upstanding guy who like shouts stuff in english sometimes (ALL RIIGHT/Hey !), where I feel like english sonic is a little bit more of an rascal

amy is like a LOT more "cute". like english amy is like scary and Her Own Girl but jp amy is just like more sweet (for the record i feel like english amy is a lot more engaging and fun (I love lisa ortiz amy))

WAVE is like SO interesting, i feel like english wave is so bitchy and mean (love and respect to her all the same) and jp wave is still Mean but she's so much more cordial and polite, she's kind of like a gentleman about it and still offers respect to the people she speaks to

Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic [dead/IM SAD ABOUT IT BUT I CANT DO ANYTHING]

i had been playing it for joey and he was Loving it and i was loving it too because i just love that game, but after i saved bastila the game started like crashing non stop. i did some troubleshooting/research and it turns out discord streaming and kotor just Do Not mix well. we had to give it up and im so sad. i had a demolitions/security dual wielding blade girl named DYNA BLASTER and she failed every single speech skill check

Stardew Valley [alive]

me and joey have been touching on this with our collective farm the past few weeks. its hard because his work and where he lives tires him out so bad, so he just needs to sit back and rest more than he can play games with me, but were in the beginning of the summer right now and things are going well. i am like being a spreadsheet farmer making max profits while he's got his strong variety of crops at his place so we can actually complete the bundles. we didn't realize we had access to the mines until the end of spring though LOL

Valkyria Chronicles [alive]

I will have joey fall asleep to me playing games and after kotor stopped working this is what i picked up. i like this game a lot, a lot of the uh.. the voice acting can annoy me (SOMETIMES i really like it) and how lightheartedly the game depicts war and racism irks me, but i love love love love how the game plays. its fire emblem but you're down On The Field doing the work and its very engaging

13. Quick, name the first song from a game that comes to mind

oh fuck ok well the first thing that came to mind was the metroid prime theme LOL

16. A game you’d like to replay that you haven’t

oh oh oh omg??????? I wanna replay crash bandicoot 2??!!!! i played it all the time as a kid when we still had our playstation like 1999-2001 and i remember the girl with her tiger and there was like a level with hot air balloons. i have slowly been building more and more motivation to get to it and this is like doin smth. time to add another game to the currently playing list

THANK YOU BRO bitch im gonna send u some........

[luna-di-fuoco]

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

Yukina, Izumi and Rei 👹👹

— @bihanspookies 🫶

eeeeee, the WMS girilies!!! 💓💓💓

YUKINA

✨- how did you come up with the OC’s name? - when i was about 13, my mom bought me an OVA from best buy called "seraphim call." in said OVA was a character whose name was yukina kurimoto (she was the first episode's lead if you're curious)

i don't know WHAT clicked in my brain, but from then on, i named my girl after her. the thing is, when you use an existing character's name verbatim, it might not bode well as it could be considered plagiarism and your OC gets mixed with the official character in art folders (OOPS)

once i was older and realized the error of my ways, i needed something to differentiated the two. so i changed the kanji:

seraphim call's yukina: 雪菜 (the kanji in her name mean "snow" and "vegetable")

my yukina: 雪奈 (the kanji in her name mean "snow" and "endure")

🥊 - what do they love to do? what do they hate to do? - yukina loves travelling, especially in the company of her friends and loved ones! from the northern reaches of ukyo ward to the openess beyond, she loves seeing new things and opening herself up to new expieriences

now, i don't think there's anything she hates doing...but i will say that she doesn't like cleaning the house when it's super hot out due to her sensitivity to heat. she has to either break up the chores per day or take breaks, neither of which she's a fan of

🧊 - is their current design the first one? - for the most part! originally, yukina was more of a self-insert and wasn't even a hybrid OC. back then, she was strictly a sailor moon OC and her guardian form was pink and red (like another sailor guardian. i think i'm seeing a pattern in baby luna's choices ghdjkfghfdlj)

but once i started crafting her to be her own character and made the original beats for "white moon saga" in 2009, she got an updated guardian form, casual clothes, etc.

since then, she's pretty much stayed the same!

🧠 - what do you like most about the OC? - oh gosh, there's a lot about yukina i enjoy. from her being the longest-lasting OC i have to being the building blocks of how to craft characters, this girl has a special place in my heart

BUT, if you wanna look at it from a different perspective, i love that despite her past and everything she's been through, she's remained kind. she could have easily been written to be a more tragic character with outward angst, but to me, the biggest flex a character can have is to be humble and kind after tragedy (even if you still suffer from it at an internal level)

IZUMI

✨- how did you come up with the OC’s name? - during WMS's early days, i wanted to have a character with the surname "harada" because WINK WONK, it was a tekken story lmaooooo. while that might be izumi's origin, her surname got scrapped fairly recently!

in 2022, i finally got the courage to write WMS in full (i only ever wrote small portions back in the day, and i think most of them are lost since the story has gone through multiple revisions)

while working on izumi's profile, i got the intuitive nudge to follow madoka magica's recipe of using two first names for a character (like kyoko sakura for example)

from there, her surname went from "harada" to "himeno"

🥊 - what do they love to do? what do they hate to do? - BAKING! izumi was part of the home ec club in high school, so it put her skill set to good use. she also loves going to j-pop / idol shows, catching up on her favorite manga, and hanging out with yukina at their favorite cafe

if there's anything izumi hates, it's taking tests. she's the type of person who procrastinates studying until last minute, which causes her IMMESNSE levels of stress. the only time she put her nose to the books was when during the college application process because her mom was INSISTENT she take it seriously (though in truth, it's because she wanted to attend college in her hometown of fukuoka)

🧊 - is their current design the first one? - yes! of the three main girlies, izumi is the only one to retain her OG design without any sort of adjustment (minor or major)

🧠 - what do you like most about the OC? - in my eyes, izumi's the kind of person you'd want as your friend! she's bubbly, fun, and cares a lot about your well being. she's also the type to say things as they are, which you need now and again. it might cause some tension, but it's better to have someone be honest than try and be your "yes man"

REI

her questions spoil some things in "white moon saga," so from here on, answers will be under the cut

✨- how did you come up with the OC’s name? - in the early days of WMS, yukina (or selene in this case) had the closest bond to sailor mars during her time in crystal tokyo

when adding rei to the story, i wanted to pay homage to that bond by giving her the same name. i'll admit that i've tried giving her a new name over the years, but no matter what i tried, nothing stuck, so she remains as "rei" to this day! she also has her name written in katakana, same as the guardian of fire

🥊 - what do they love to do? what do they hate to do? - rei's a little bit of a mythology buff, so she loves looking into the occultism and mythos of the world to learn about the past. she also loves travelling and exploring new places her mother before her

like yukina, i don't think rei hates doing anything in particular; however, her incarnation during the main story suffers from social anxiety, so for her, a lot of things are scary ghfkjghdlk

🧊 - is their current design the first one? - of all the OCs i have, rei went through the most drastic change. originally, she had dark brown hair with red tips and was styled like misa amane's from death note (this style remains in her child / toddler design, though)

oddly enough, when i first saw juri oba from magia record, i was like, "...EXCUSE ME. that's...that's old rei's hair" gdfhjghdl. nowadays, she rocks a head of blonde hair that's a couple of inches past her shoulders and wisps out of the ends; in the epilogue, her hair is halfway down her back

fashion wise, though, she's stayed being a mix of her mother and father's aesthetics, so that luckily stayed

🧠 - what do you like most about the OC? - watching rei evolve has been the greatest joy. from her shrinking violet days in the main story to her more confident and assured self in the epilogue, her growth is a reflection of my own; not only as a writer, but as a person

thanks for asking! | send an OC question

[thehikingviking]

Bandai-san, Fukushima Prefecture

Bandai-san last erupted on July 15th, 1888. Dark ash rose 3-4 times higher than the summit, forming a giant mushroom cloud. Lava spewed from Ko-Bandai-san, the north peak and flowed down to Hibara village killing 500 people and 57 stock animals. 11,032 households were damaged or destroyed. Rivers were dammed and three large lakes were formed; Onogawa, Hibara and Akimoto. Disaster would later lead to good fortune. The area of devastation slowly became a tourist destination for future generations. This area, now called called Urabandai, became a National Park. The area is famous for sight seeing, especially when the shadow of Bandai-san can be seen reflecting on the lakes. While the views of Bandai-san from the north are rugged and comprised of various ridges and old lava flows, the views from the south fixate on a magnificent looking cylindrical cone. Bandai-san, which is based on the on-reading of 磐梯山 Kanji was originally named Iwa Hashi-yama, the kun-reading of the same Kanji. It is believed that the word Iwa Hashi, which roughly translates to boulder chair, derives from the clastic piles of volcanic rock debris that form a wall near the summit. Famous songs, haiku's and books have been written about Bandai-san, however it caught my attention because it resides in Kyuya Fukada's book Nihon Hyaku-meizan, which documents the "One Hundred Mountains of Japan," and for that reason I wanted to climb it.

A little over 134 years later, I landed in Narita and was greeted by my wife outside the gate. She had been in Japan over the past three weeks with our son Leif. We drove two hours to her childhood home in Utsunomiya. I met Leif outside of at a restaurant and he seemed somewhat unsure if it was really me. I picked him up and a wave of emotion went through me. We had been separated for far too long. Asaka and I were initially supposed to spend a romantic 3 night hiking trip up north together, but we both recognized that we would be happier if Leif joined. The extra effort of carrying him up each mountain would be worth it.

The next morning, Asaka, Leif and I drove two hours north to Inawashiro. Asaka plannedall the logistics so I left my weary, jetlagged brain on relax mode. She told me the hike would take two hours, so we were in no rush that morning. We arrived at the ski resort and purchased our lift tickets, saving us 1,500 feet of gain. I was a little worried the resort wouldn’t let Leif ride the chair lift, however this never ended up being a concern for any of the chair lifts we rode on the various mountains across out trip.

I rode solo with Leif on the second lift, since he clearly expressed that he wanted to sit on the chair rather than in my lap.

After a somewhat time consuming ride, we finally made it to the top of the second and final ski lift. Down below was Lake Inawashiro.

We had a quick lunch right there on the trail as we enjoyed the views. We then strapped Leif into the back of the carrier and we started up the steep trail.

When packing for international flights, one often has limited space and has to make choices on what or what not to bring. I decided against bringing trekking poles, as they take up a lot of space, however now I was regretting it. Leif was now a toddler, and weighed much more than when he was an infant, so I could have used the poles for extra balance. The heat and humidity also became apparent. It took only a few minutes for me to become completely drenched in sweat.

I studied the track as I struggled up the trail. I noticed the hike was broken up into 3 general sections; steep, gradual and steep. I was making slower progress than I expected, and I quickly realized that Asaka’s suggestion that the hike would take only 2 hours was dead wrong. We had to climb 2,300 vertical feet between the top of the ski lift to the summit. We would be lucky to make it to the top in two hours, especially considering that I had a kid on my back. Then there was Asaka, who was also carrying her own baby. She was more than 7 months pregnant, and in no condition to be straining her body. To make matter worse, Asaka informed me that the final lift down was scheduled for 2:10pm. I was not exactly happy with this update, but resolved to go through with it.

We passed underneath the bonus peak Akahani-san and after 0.9 miles we finished the first steep part of the hike. I had averaged just under 2 miles per hour after climbing about 800 vertical feet with the 30+ pound child on my back. This may seem slow, but I was a week removed from the Sierra Challenge, and in possibly the best hiking shape of my life. Asaka was a little bit quicker than me.

We then transitioned into the gradual section of the hike which was a great relief. We were able to pick up the pace here. There was water everywhere and the surrounding vegetation was a deep green. I felt like I was in a Jurassic Park movie. The trail passed alongside Numanohira Meadow, the location of an ancient crater that formed during an eruption that dates back to the year 806.

The gradual section ended after another 0.9 miles. I now had one final 0.9 mile push ahead of me, however it would be even steeper than the first section, entailing about 1,200 ft of vertical gain. I could do nothing other than put my head down and push.

The ridge reached a saddle between Bandai-san and a very prominent bonus peak to the east. I followed the ridgeline as it climbed to the southwest.

To the north were Lake Hibara and Nishi-Azuma-yama.

Even though we were both carrying babies, Asaka and I were the fastest up and down the mountain that day. Meanwhile, I was constantly bombarded with endless compliments from the other hikers; sugoi, kawaii, great father, etc. At first this was nice, but by hour 3 it was starting to get old. Meanwhile, Asaka hardly got any compliments, and I think only one other person on the mountain noticed she was pregnant.

There was a hut as we neared the top, and large crowds were gathered here, either preparing for the final push or recovering from their earlier climb. This was typical Japanese Hyaku-meizan hiking. It’s hard to find a true wilderness experience while chasing the 100 Famous Japanese Mountains.

I now started to make headway in front of Asaka. I just wanted to get Leif to the top before he could start complaining, so I pushed hard. 

In the end I paced myself with a young child and her father. We passed almost everyone except for a couple people, who were freshly reenergized after buying an ice cream and a soda pop from the hut down below.

While the brush was cleared along the trail, this was done with short people in mind. I ended up having to bend over a lot so that Leif wouldn’t smash into the branches overhead.

I beat Asaka to the summit by about 10 minutes. I was drenched in sweat. The summit was covered with dragonflies and people, giving it a Colorado 14er feel.

I took Leif out of the carrier and tried to drink some water, but Leif started crying. I couldn’t calm Leif down and I began to feel embarrassed as I looked like some stupid gaijin who couldn’t control his own kid. Finally Asaka joined us and we were able to calm him down.

To the east were Minowa-yama, Tetsu-san and Adatara-yama.

To the south was Lake Inawashiro.

To the west was the Aga River Valley.

To the north was Lake Hibara.

Asaka tried telling me that one of the lakes down below was connected to the Sea of Japan. What?? She’s lucky she’s pretty.

We had a little more than an hour to make it back down to the chair lift. We hurried as fast as we could, having to stop every few minutes for a traffic jam. It doesn’t seem like downhill has the right of way over here. Also people don’t move over. When given the opportunity, Asaka would shoot by every slow ojisan and obasan along the trail. There should be a rule where if a 7 month pregnant lady passes you, you should be banned from the mountain for at least a year. We stopped at a spring seeping directly out of the mountain. I was low on water and decided to fill up my water bottles straight from the source without treatment. The water was very fresh! Even with this extra boost, I doubted we were going to make it, and I did not want to hike down the ski run which was now a big grass hill. I was mostly worried about Asaka's condition, and I didn't want to push her too hard. Somehow, we made it back down to the chair lift at 2:06pm, giving us 4 minutes to spare. 

We had an enjoyable ride back down to the car.

We even found some entertainment for Leif.

We were surprised to spot a troop of monkeys on our drive out. 

I would have liked to climb the two bonus peaks, but it was just too hot and we didn’t have enough time. Perhaps I could have done these if the trip was planned a little better, but that’s what happens when you delegate. We then drove an hour north to the onsen where we planned to sleep. It was an incredibly beautiful and peaceful place to spend the night.

[yamalegacy]

N/SFW ALPHABET to start things off on this blog, here’s a quick little kinky headcanon post for my favorite yama trinity; mt. lady, midnight and mirko, with the letters used to spell their hero names! 

here’s the link to the alphabet prompt (inspired by several that i’ve found here and there) if you want to send in a request for any letter and character i write for (list here if you need it) go for it!

⚠️ MDNI not so casual reminder for minors to not interact with this post ⚠️

MT. LADY ( takeyama yū )

M — MOTIVATION ( what turns them on? )

extremely sensitive and painfully easy to turn on. you barely have to try to turn her on most of the time, really. run your fingers on her inner thighs, grab her by the waist, whisper in her ear about what you want to do to her and she’ll be ready to go. yū will complain a lot if you do it in public, but that’s only because it gets her turned on in record time! hearing your voice, your praises, spurs her on better than anything else.

T — TALK ( what is their dirty talk like? )

yū isn’t necessarily the best with words; she’s all for kisses and touches. but if you’re touching her the right way, she’ll tell you how good you are. she won’t hesitate to tell you that she’s all yours and that she’s wet just for you.

L — LOCATION ( what is their favorite place to have sex? )

being the pillow princess that she is, yū will always favor a comfortable bed over anything else, but it doesn’t mean that she doesn’t enjoy sex in other places. the two of you have become well acquainted with the couch at her agency (which has led to some awkward situations when you realized too late that you weren’t actually alone in the building).

A — AFTERCARE ( what are they like after sex? )

she is a bottom through and through and a pillow princess, so get ready to have to take care of her because she gets even lazier than usual after a good fuck. she can get whiny and demanding, asking for a bath or tea or both, but you’ll always be rewarded with cuddles and kisses. if she doesn’t fall asleep, that is.

D — DREAMS ( do they have sex dreams? what kind? how do they react? )

fairly regular kinky dreamland visitor. yū hates her sex dreams though. she always wakes up just when things are getting good, so she wakes up wet, needy and desperate every time. if you aren’t sleeping together that night, she’ll send you messages to complain, or even call you, hoping for a quickie over the phone. if you’re in her bed, she won’t care what time it is, she’ll wake you up and demand that you make her come. if you ignore her and go back to sleep, be ready to deal with a grumpy pro hero all day long (poor kamui woods has heard her complain about it way too many times and wishes he could forget everything she’s told him, especially that one time she dreamed about a threesome with you and him).

Y — YEARNING ( how desperate do they tend to be? )

mt. lady is queen of yearning. she’s also queen of pretending that she doesn’t miss you all the time. if work takes over her life for a few days and she can’t see you for a while, you can expect her to just be glued to you the second she sees you again. she’ll be extra needy and probably want to ride your thigh. she wouldn’t be able to let you go. and yet she’ll try (and fail) to pretend like she didn’t miss you and wasn’t desperate to feel you again.

MIDNIGHT ( kayama nemuri )

M — MOTIVATION ( what turns them on? )

you. your existence is her biggest turn on (especially if you’re quite a few years younger than her). there’s nothing nemuri wants to see more than your face when she makes you come, nothing she loves to hear more than your moans and sobs as she overstimulates you. watching you squirm and struggle when she’s touching you in public? a whole delicious meal for her. but the secret to making her dripping wet is getting on your knees and begging, begging her to touch you, to fuck you.

I — INTIMACY ( how caring are they during/after sex? )

despite being the r-rated hero and loving rough sex, nemuri can be surprisingly gentle and soft with you, even in bed. she loves you and she never hesitates to tell you, even with two fingers knuckle deep inside of you. she will look at you in the eyes and smile and whisper reassuringly, hold your hand and intertwine your fingers, kiss you, kiss your tears away.

D — DREAMS ( do they have sex dreams? what kind? how do they react? )

forever disappointed that she doesn’t have that many sex dreams is what she is. she isn’t all that bothered though, she definitely compensates with daydreaming about fucking you. she’d much rather have the real deal anyway. when she does have a good sex dream though? she will tell you everything in details to fluster and tease you.

N — NOPE ( any turn offs or hard limits? )

if you catch her in a good mood, after having struck her youth-loving self the right way, nemuri might indulge you and let you top, but never ever except to be able to tie her down or blindfold her. don’t even think about bringing it up. don’t expect her to submit to you, no matter the position, she needs to always be in control and she will be in control.

G — GRAB ( where do they like to have their hands on you the most? )

everywhere, anywhere. she grabs your hands or your waist when she doesn’t want to be rough with you. when things are heating up though? her grip on your hips or your ass will be harsh enough to leave red marks on your skin. if you’ve been particularly bratty, she thinks her fingers belong around your throat.

H — HOT & BOTHERED ( what are they like when turned on? )

unlike when she gets excited seeing good sportsmanship among her students, a turned on nemuri can keep the perfect poker face on. sometimes it’s frustrating how good she is at concealing her emotions and reactions. she favors your reactions and your desires over her own. and well, maybe she loves to see you squirm under her hard stare, maybe it turns her on even more. the most you’ll get out of her most of the time is small possessive gestures. if she’s leaving hickeys, or any sort of bruise on your skin, you know you’ve succeeded.

T — TALK ( what is their dirty talk like? )

you will have your pants and underwear charmed right off. if there’s someone who knows exactly what to say, it’s nemuri. she knows when to praise and tell you that you’re being good, and she also knows when to tell you that you’re being the perfect little slut for her. honestly, she’s probably going to try to make you come just from dirty talking and describing everything she would do to you to make you come apart for her. nemuri has a filthy mind and an even filthier mouth. 

MIR(U)KO ( usagiyama rumi )

M — MOTIVATION ( what turns them on? )

lingerie. always and forever lingerie. she loves to see you looking all pretty and pampered for her, especially if she knows that you bought the lingerie for her. her favorite part might be the fact that she will get to wreck and just ruin you and your pretty little outfit. if you want to get her really riled up, kiss her neck as you ride one of those glorious muscular thighs of hers, she’ll forget how to think. rumi will forever refuse to acknowledge that if you touch her ears just right, you can make her a whimpering mess in no time; she’ll just pretend it’s not a thing.

I — INTIMACY ( how caring are they during/after sex? )

rumi is far from being the most gentle of lovers, but it’s not like you didn’t know what you were getting into with that one. she tends not to have the patience for the sweet softness of intimacy and prefers to get right to it. but she also has such a soft spot for you, especially when you become a sobbing, begging mess from overstimulation; that’s when she likes to hold you, cradle you in her arms and kiss your forehead. she is a pro at doing a 180° post sex though, and is the softest of bunnies once she’s had her share of orgasms.

R — ROMANCE ( do they like romantic gestures to set the mood? )

that's a no from rumi. not because she doesn't like the thought of romancing the crap out of you (she loves the thought), but she just doesn't know how. she also can't stand scented candles, her nose is too sensitive. and it's probably preferable not to leave petals near a bunny, you know... you tried once, but never again.

U — UNFAIR ( how much do they tease? )

little miss bunny hero doesn't know the meaning of fairness when it comes to your sex life. she has absolutely no mercy. if you can't keep quiet or if you blush easily, she won't hesitate to tease you in public until all you can do is glare at her or plead with your eyes. and no matter how impatient she can get, if she has the time, she will edge you forever. but you will always be rewarded with rumi.

K — KINK ( favorites? which ones do they keep secret? )

dominance, punishments and orgasm denial/edging. you're in for a wild ride with rumi because she will ruin you and you will love it. definitely some exhibitionist tendencies; she's eaten you out while you were on the phone more than once, she can't resist it, she just has to see how long you'll manage to be good for her and stay quiet. she is very open about what she likes and wants in general, but there's a couple exceptions, one of them being anal (mostly giving). it's something that she really wants to try with you, but isn't sure she should bring up. because, listen, bunny tail plug. that's it. rumi wants to see it so bad but she feels dumb.

O — ORAL ( do they like giving or receiving? a preference? )

while rumi enjoys both, it’s one of the few things where she’ll tend to prefer receiving, but that’s mostly because she gets to see your pretty face squished between her thighs, and if that’s not one of the most glorious sights ever, she doesn’t know what it is. this bunny will ride your face into oblivion. she still apologizes for that time she broke your nose and had to take you to the er

[overflowing-with-words]

komorebi 

[The aftermath and recovery of Lloyd falling from a coma, and is hospitalized after using too much energy in the Tornado Of Creation.

 Or, the Green Ninja is tired of fighting, and picks the happier place. For a while, at least.]

A/N: this fic is way too long help it’s supposed to be 500 words it’s now like 3.5k words also it’s kai centralized im sorry i'm partial to kai and lloyd’s brotherly relationship you know that ; anyways i did not do that much research drawing from my own experiences in the hospital which are actually a lot i should be a great reference yeah

• • •

komorebi: beauty in life, the space in between the canopy and branches that allows sunlight to gently filter through. 

the opaque patterned light this creates is called komorebi, created of the kanji characters for tree ( wood), shine through (水れ), and sun (日).

• • •

There’s a day when Lloyd Garmadon closes his eyes, and does not open them.

There’s a day where he weighs living with the new beginning that goes by the name of death, and picks the easier one.

There is a day where he takes the First Spinjitzu’s Master’s hand, and doesn’t look back. 

 • • •

It’s 2am when Wu’s resolve breaks from worry, and lets them bring Lloyd to the hospital. 

The green ninja is lying across their couch, a makeshift bed as Sensei Wu exhausts his supplies of magical teas and incense. Bruises flower against his skin, blood painting his gi crimson, and they try their very best to fix what they can; but the fact still remains that none of them is a doctor, besides Zane and his knowledge of medication scraped out from the internet.

 It’s a few long, painful hours of waiting and hoping until Wu finally relents and says there is nothing more he can do here. 

There’s a few long moments of unnerving silence, where everyone is trying to digest the question of where the hell did that leave them?

Kai is the first to snap into action, having been through too many close calls already. 

The car ride is quiet, and Kai wonders if it’s because everyone has too much on their minds or if they’re just all thinking about the same thing. He wagers on the latter; there’s nothing else really to consider at the moment. The highway runs past his window, cars and bright colored lights blurring into one. 

Hospital rooms are almost just as quiet. Squeaking medical carts are wheeled past the door, and quiet sounds of people talking spill in through the cracks. The constant sound of the heart monitor beeping is the only thing they can focus on steadily, the only relieving sound through all their worries. 

Kai glances through the room, at Nya and Jay, the former curled up in the latter’s arm, eyes closed in an impromptu nap. They’re all tired from the earlier fights, energy sucked completely and exhaustion sinking into their bones, but no one else can seem to find the time to spare for sleep.

 Zane is flipping through pages and pages of eggshell white documents, occasionally scribbling down pieces of scattered information about their medical history. 

Cole stares blankly at the wall opposite him, phone left abandoned in his lap. The screen flashes up with notifications every few seconds, but he doesn’t seem to see them. Or if he did, he couldn’t care less. 

The next few hours are a blur of waiting anxiously by glass walls of a MRI room, watching Lloyd disappear into machine after machine, trying to figure out his extensive injuries. Cuts, bruises, burns, and fractures pile onto the growing list, and Kai’s heart sinks, realizing just how much the fight had cost them all. 

Zane eventually manages to wrestle everyone into getting a check up themselves, forcing food and hot drinks into their hands.

It’s several more hours of waiting, a thick blanket of anticipation and worry clawing into Kai’s lungs until he feels like he can barely breathe. 

“Lloyd Montgomery-?” The nurse calls, and squints at her board as she tries to make out the last two names, but the ninja are at her side in the blink of an eye. 

“Garmadon. We’re, his, uh-” Cole glances around at him awkwardly, recalling that they’d never really officially signed any documents for the blonde. “Adopted family.”

“Oh.” The nurse lowers her pad, eyes full of uncertainty flickering down to the list of names jotted down. “The ninja, correct?”

“Yes, that’s what I put in the form for ‘occupation’” Zane cuts in, and she gives them a small wry smile. 

“Could you follow me to a more private area to talk about his situation?”

Five minutes later, they’re all squeezed into a little starch room, walls blindingly bright with whitewash. 

“Coma?” Kai repeats slowly, heart stuttering at the thought. The word fills the room with a heavy uncomfortable silence, digging its way into everyone’s thoughts. It feels like a metal hand is crushing his chest, shattering bones into a million little pieces. 

“Yes, Mr. Smith. It is unknown whether it is caused by his elemental powers or a brain injury, and it could even be his hereditary dragon blood causing an effect on it…” The rest fades into buzzing background noise, and Kai can only think about one word amongst them all. 

Coma. Coma meant not waking up, meant someone sleeping forever, meant possible death. 

• • •

A week flies by them, fast yet slow. Hours seem to disappear into nowhere when Kai’s away from the hospital, But sitting by the hospital bed, with nothing to do but sit and listen to the several machines humming away, every second weighs heavier on the fire ninja’s chest. 

The door closes quietly behind him, a quiet click echoing through the room, and Zane steps into the room, hands grasping two cardboard cups. 

Kai accepts a steaming cup of coffee from the ice ninja with a mumbled ‘thank you’, and sips at the lukewarm liquid gratefully. 

The nindroid drops down on the seat next to him, carefully balancing his drink on the armchair. 

“Are you okay?” He asks, after a second of quiet drinking, and Kai gives a bitter laugh, shaking his head. 

“Me? I’m fine.” He says resentfully, glancing over at Lloyd’s small figure, surrounded by beeping machines and drip lines. He wishes he was the one there instead. 

“I do not mean physically, even though you have also acquired several injuries in the fight.” Zane says quietly, following his gaze to the hospital bed. 

“I’m okay.” Kai insists, voice hard, and almost instantly regrets it, watching the ice ninja reel back from the response.

There’s a few more moments of silence, and Kai looks back down at the paper cup in his hands, the dark brown liquid melting down white paper. 

“Sorry. I-” Kai stops, suddenly feeling hot tears building. “I’m—”

“Do not worry,” Zane says softly, and brushes a hand across his shoulder in comfort. “I am worried, too.”

“I just- I wish it’d been me, y’know. Not Lloyd.” Kai gives a sniff, and takes another mouth of the cooling coffee in an half-hearted attempt to hold back his tears. Zane is silent, and the fire ninja suspects he’s busy trying to take apart what he just said. 

“It wasn’t your fault, Kai.” The nindroid tells him, 

Dammit.

“I shouldn’t have let him do it. I should’ve found another way.”

“We had no other choice. Lloyd knew what could happen, and he did it anyways.” Zane points out, and Kai laughs tonelessly, swiping the sleeve of gi across his eyes.

“He’s always like that. Battling you for the most self-sacrificial team member position.” 

“All of us are, I suppose. ” The ice ninja gives a small smile, and nods. Kai doesn’t think he has enough brainpower at the moment to unpack that sentence, and settles for leaning his head onto the nindroid’s shoulder.

Zane doesn’t say anything, but shifts closer to him, cautiously tucking an arm around the fire ninja. 

“Do you think he’ll wake up?” He asks, and suspects that he just voiced the thought that has been weaving in out of everyone’s minds. Saying it out makes it even more terrifying, though, and Kai hates the possibility that Lloyd will never wake up more than anything else on earth. 

“I have the utmost faith that Lloyd will come back to us.” Zane reassures him quietly, and Kai is silent. 

“The doctors said he might never wake up after two weeks.”

“It has not been two weeks, yet. We just have to wait.”

Kai nods slowly, and a feeling of despair sinks into his chest. 

Wait. He just had to wait. 

• • •

Another week passes in no time at all. And then another. And another. They all subconsciously note down the date, the date that if passes, marks the day Lloyd may never make it back to them. 

Kai reaches up to touch a multitude of cards making its way onto the wall above Lloyd, bright colors and designs, all wishing him ‘get well soon’s’ and ‘we miss you’s’. News leaked out about the coma through hospital staff, and well wishes in the form of letters and gifts had been pouring in by the hundreds. 

He hated it a little. 

Cole’s careful sketches end up buried in the pile, dark pencil lines shading out beautiful scenes from their memories. Jay’s molded figurines sit on his bedside table, delicately painted clay glass dotted through ledges in the room. 

Nya leaves pictures, pinning them up on space left empty. She leaves old polaroids and prints out new ones, and Kai avoids them as much as he can, because it reminds him how much they might lose any second now. 

Zane brings new experiments to try, claiming extensive research from coma patients. Swatches of perfume through the room, currently accompanied by flowers and soft toys, and Kai wrinkles his nose at the odd scent of flowers and fruits mixing together. 

They’ve all left little parts of themselves in this room, spending hours and days here on end, and Kai just wishes Lloyd would wake up and see it all for himself. 

“It’s been a month, Lloyd.” Kai murmurs, glancing down at his pale pale, now long blonde hair fanned around the pillow. It hurts that he looks at peace asleep, happy almost. The fire ninja faintly wonders if it’s nicer there, wherever he is. 

“When are you gonna wake up?”

Lloyd doesn’t respond. He never does. 

• • • 

Kai always visits during the night, talking with soft words as he watches the lights of Ninjago City outside, wink like stars in the sky. 

The area is far too populated and cloudy to see much more than a stray star every once in a while, but if he squints hard enough he can pretend apartment lights and electric towers make up a constellation of burning suns. 

Sometimes he goes several times a week, whittling the time after his training by quietly reading in the hard plastic chairs all hospitals seem to have. Sometimes, he’ll play music, or sing or talk or hum, trying anything Zane recommends to all of them for waking coma patients up. 

It’s worth a try, more than keeping silent, and it helps to take his mind off things. For a little while, anyway. 

Cole comes in with him, once, different from the early schedule the earth ninja usually keeps. He usually prefers to drop in for a visit early in the morning, and keeps his claim that the sunrise is more enjoyable from the hospital room. 

“Do you think he wants to go?” He asks, voice distant and quiet, a far stretch from the usual confidence and calmness he holds in everything. Kai looks over at him from his place across the room, eyes narrowing. 

“What do you mean, ‘go’?” He questions, and rests the book down on his lap, quietly wishing it isn’t exactly what he thinks. 

“I mean, do you think we’re holding him back? Keeping him alive?” Cole gives a vague wave at the faint machines, medical tubes and lines tying themselves to Lloyd. Kai’s heart skips a beat, and he pastes an expression that he hopes looks determined onto his face. 

“Lloyd wouldn’t want us to give up on him. You know that.”

“I know that.” Cole echoes, after a long pause. “Yeah.”

They resume their activities at hand, Cole looking back down at his sketchbook, sharpened pencil in hand, and Kai picking up his book again. There’s a different silence this time, though. 

The question sits in both their minds, itching for an answer: What if he does?

    • • •

There’s a time whe Lloyd Garmadon looks back at his old life, one where there was pain and hurt and betrayal all the time. 

This time, he remembers the family waiting for him, and remembers the happiness and memories and joy that came with it all. 

He looks at the choice kept open for him, all through this time, and steps through the doorway of life and death for the second time in his life. 

• • •

Spring and summer come and go, leaving in it’s wake golden leaves and soft sunlight across the skies. 

And just like clockwork, Lloyd wakes up to meet the first snowfall. 

Kai’s watching the flakes flutter to the ground softly, like shattered white on the ground, when he gets the call. 

The car ride to the hospital with Zane is just as quiet as the first time, both thinking about the possibilities that they’ve been prepared for. There’s too many open endings and ‘maybe’s’, possibilities that Lloyd will not remember them, or suffer from severe memory loss, or even forget basic skills. 

All too fast, Kai’s standing at the bright ICU door, breathes coming short. 

After so long of waiting and hoping and staying, finally reaching the end of the journey is…terrifying.

The door cracks open with a small screech, and Kai steps through the hold, 

For the first time in what seems like forever, he sees Lloyd, jade eyes bright and alive. 

“Kai?” He croaks, voice broken and cracked with months without use. The fire elemental barely notices, though, and Lloyd is tackled in a suffocating soft hug.

“I missed you.” Kai tells him, familiar tears prickling at the corner of his eyes again. Only this time, they’re tears of joy, unlike the other, and he smiles. Lloyd grins back at him,  a hint of the cheekish humor spilling back into his expression. 

Zane steps in at that moment, metallic smile shining, and Lloyd is engulfed into another hug, one of the first few amongst the many to come. 

The others arrive at the room in a matter of minutes, a rainbow colored blur spilling into the room. Zane has to peel a half-shrieking Jay off the hospital bed, shooing the others away to give the blonde a little space to breathe. 

Months worth of news and updates and gossip fills the room, and Kai suspects Lloyd will remember nothing, but the green ninja looks so elated he can’t bear to do anything but go along with it. 

It takes a few weeks of learning how to coax spoonfuls of food into the blonde, propping him up on pillows to watch lame tv shows together, and making routine trips back and forth between the hospital and the ship, before life returns them a semblance of normalcy. 

It’s a bright Sunday afternoon, and Lloyd is lying on the bed, Kai next to him as they binge The Big Bang Theory. 

“How long have I been out, actually? I forgot to ask.” The blonde says, eyeing the amazing collage of cards and letters pinned onto the walls, the team’s additions buried through the sheer amount of fan mail. 

“...Three months?” Kai says, eyebrows creasing as he tries to pin down an exact date. 

“Give or take about two weeks.” He confirms, fingers fumbling with the duvet as he counts the days. 

“Three moNTHS—” Lloyd’s jaw drops, and he attempts to push himself into a sitting position, only to have the fire ninja push him back down with a disapproving expression.

“Geez, don’t do that, I’ll have a heart attack—”

 “—How many Starfarer episodes have I missed?” He wails loudly, and Kai gives a short laugh, face breaking into a wide smile. 

“Don’t worry, Jay recorded them all for you. Said you’d two would have the biggest marathon of your life once you woke up.”

• • •

Recovery is a slow and painful process, and Lloyd gets to learn the extent of just how much he has lost in these few short months. 

He relearns walking through Cole supporting him on a walker, as Jay runs around them snapping pictures. Lloyd frowns at him, a facade of annoyance, but doesn’t try to stop the lighting ninja, either. 

It takes many long physiotherapy sessions to get him to function normally on his own, and Kai discovers that this leads to some awkward experiences on bathroom related topics. 

And there’s also first time they return to the Destiny’s Bounty, Zane wheeling him along the deck as the only one trusted enough, as Lloyd asks about new things they’ve added to the ships in that time, rambling so fast Zane is forced to warn him to slow down before he faints. 

Slowly, the recovery gets easier and easier. Kai books them all for therapy sessions, and it takes to the point of literal threats to make Zane go, through his protests of being a nindroid. 

After almost losing so much, everyone finds it easier to appreciate what they do have. They have each other, and Kai thinks maybe, just maybe, they’ll be fine with just that. 

They go out more often, pushing Lloyd around on a wheelchair Jay creates when he’s too tired to walk, and wheedling Zane out to laser tag and shopping trips. 

Cole never really complains when Jay drags them out for a night filled with crappy horror movies, and Kai changes his constant criticism into more compliment. Even Sensei Wu joins in on the trend, and doesn’t tell them off nearly as much when they oversleep on training, or miss a day or two. 

There are bad days, when Lloyd sinks into a depressive episode, over his father and his limited movement and everything gone wrong over the years, and there are days when Kai is always angry, at something or the other. 

Days when Zane lingers on a sentence too long, smiles a little too mechanical, and when Nya fumbles with her machines and tools a little more, wincing at a pain or a touch that isn’t there. When Cole’s hands shake from memories of his fall, or curls up on the sofa a bit longer, recalling his time as a ghost, and when Jay’s smile isn’t as bright or not there at all, electric energy disappearing for a makeshift mask. 

But recovering and healing is a road filled with relapses and accidents, and they always get back up on, in the end. 

As long as they’ve got each other, they’ll find a way, and Kai figures nothing could ever really change that. 

Waiting was worth it, in the end, and he’s willing to do it as many more times it takes. 

[psychewritesbs]

Megumi’s FULL name reveals a lot about his character. It captures his kindness, his energy, but also his inner darkness--the kind of darkness that al lot of people in the fandom are speculating will drive him to become a sort of villainous figure in Jujutsu Kaisen.

But, in order to REALLY understand Megumi, you have to understand the basics of how Japanese uses its three alphabets differently from English’s one alphabet. 

Yes, Megumi meaning “blessing” is a huge deal, but I think his last name is just as important.

Here’s why...

TLDR at the end

I can’t really explain who Megumi is without understanding a bit about kanji and how it’s used, so feel free to skim or skip to the end of the essay.

But if you find Japanese culture as a whole fascinating, then read on.

How Written Japanese Uses Kanji

What I’ve come to realize about kanji is that it’s “literally” a symbol meant to represent a concept. For example, 目is the kanji for “eyes” and is meant to symbolize and look like an eye.

But the way Japanese uses kanji gets complicated (at least for me) when a particular kanji can both represent a concept (as in the example above) AND be used to make a specific and completely unrelated syllable.

Like seriously... the fuck.

A notable example can be found in Your Name where Taki writes a note on Mitsuha’s notebook asking her who she is.

Taki uses the kanji 前 which means “previous” but is also associated with the syllable “mae” to say “o+mae”, the informal way of addressing someone. I thought it was a curious detail that Taki does this instead of spelling out “omae” with either katakana (オマエ）like I’ve seen most manga do) or hiragana until I realized it was most likely a deliberate choice on Makoto Shinkai’s behalf. 

Similarly, we already know Megumi’s name means "blessing” because it’s a big part of the plot. Especially in relation to it’s opposite: “noroi” or curse (呪) the anime’s central theme.

With that said, a lot of people are rightfully confused about Megumi’s name because of his resentment towards his father as he mentions in episode 5. 

Is Megumi a girl’s name?

The whole issue with Megumi’s first name is that the kanji for “Megumi” is primarily considered to be a feminine character. From doing some research I  understood that you can have a “Megumi” name for a male but you would use different, more masculine kanji. 

I’m assuming sort of like in the "o+mae” example where you could use kanji that represented the syllables for “Me+Gu+Mi” or any such combination like “megu+mi” and “me+gumi”.

Similarly, you might have noticed that in a lot of anime, characters introduce themselves and sometimes there is mention of the kanji characters used to write their name.

An example of this is the name Shiemi. There are several ways you can combine kanji to spell that name, but one combination uses the kanji for aspire + blessed (which is also Megumi’s kanji character) + beauty (志+惠+美 ). 

Ready to make this more complicated?

You can also spell Shiemi with the kanji for “aspire”, “bloom”, “laugh”, “poetry”, etc.

This is a very creative take on name meanings if you ask me.

In other words, this is how Japanese people give their children “meaningful” names the way in the US someone might name their child “Matthew” because they perceive them to be a “gift of God” (the name’s meaning).

The fact that the kanji 惠 representing the concept for “blessing” was chosen for Megumi Fushiguro’s name, however, speaks a thousand words in much the same way kanji represents concepts. 

The reason Toji did not care about Megumi’s gender when he named the baby he was about to have, was because to Toji, who came from a cursed (呪) life, Megumi, and the life he had with Fushiguro-mama, was the embodiment of a blessing (惠) . 

To be honest, however, it is his last name that I am most interested in breaking down. That one doesn’t get as much attention and I think is just as important for his character.

The reason being is that I suspect it is Megumi’s last name which embodies the reason why Sukuna is so fixated and fascinated with Megumi.

Fushiguro and the darkness within

I believe it is in an interview or perhaps the fan book that Gege Akutami talks about Itadori, Kugisaki and Fushiguro all being plant names. 

That being said, yes, Fushiguro is a tiny wild flower endemic to Japan.

But as with the naming convention rules I shared above, the story the kanji in his last name tell goes beyond the flower symbolism. In fact, I believe the name of the flower is not spelled using these kanji (but I could be wrong).

TLDR...

Fushiguro is made up of two kanji. 

“Fushi” (伏), which means to bend or bow down + “guro” (黒), which means black. However, it is safe to say that this last kanji can also mean “darkness” since it is used in that word as well.

Taken literally then, I am assuming Megumi’s last name to mean “bow down darkness”.

Bow down + Darkness + Blessing.

Symbolically speaking, you could say that his last name is sort of paying homage to the darkness within. Ironically, his first name is such a beautiful homage to receiving gifts for which we feel grateful. This is consistent with how Megumi sees the world in black and white terms sometimes.

And if you really think about it, Fushiguro is also a clever play on words for his cursed technique being shadow based.

But more importantly, his last name reminds me of Megumi going feral while fighting the Yasohachi cursed spirit. 

I think one of the reasons feral Megumi is so popular is because he took us by surprise. His character trope is the cool and collected deuteragonist after all.

I’m not sure anyone imagined that he was repressing such a blood thirsty...

manipulative...

sadistic beast within.

It makes me wonder whether it is a matter of time before Megumi gives himself over to all of his inner darkness, bitterness and resentment (cursed energy). 

And perhaps that is exactly what Sukuna sees in him. Throughout the manga there is quite a bit of mirroring happening between Megumi and Sukuna (example). 

Personally, I am wondering whether Sukuna sees a younger version of himself in Megumi and that is why he is so interested in both keeping him alive, and his growth as a sorcerer.

So, what do you think? Lots of theories about the Sukuna x Megumi dynamic, so I am always curious to hear what other people have to say.

As for me... I have to go adult. 

[whump-a-la-mode]

Could we pretty please get a villain whumpee in a straightjacket?

Oh I had so many ideas for this one, so I hope you like what I came up with! It’s a bit of a different kind of whump, but I hope it’s still good :3

CW//Dehumanization, baby talk, medical settings, straightjackets, medical malpractice

Villain hardly got to see the outside of the building.

Nearly as soon as the vehicle sped up to its front, they were trundled from its interior, feet stumbling to asphalt for a moment before the privilege of walking was taken from them-- their body swept up in a pair of strong arms.

They hated being carried. No, there was not enough strength in that word. They detested it. Loathed it. Those weren’t enough either. No, they felt that, if they were to encapsulate their sheer fury at the situation with language, they would need to begin digging in dictionaries of obscure Kanji.

But there was no time for that, because they were being carried right now.

Usually, Villain would have struggled. Writhed and squirmed until they were dropped to the floor. Or thrown. Whichever happened quicker.

Yet, unfortunately, at that very moment, there was no time for that either. No. At the moment, there were much more acutely focused on an emotion other than rage. One that went by the name of terror.

Every villain knew of the Metropolis Rehabilitation Center for Extraordinary Cases. After all, they were the extraordinary cases.

But no one ever thought they would see the thing in person. Much less be carried into it by Hero, of all the noble, goody two shoed assholes.

It was a gargantuan structure-- towering blocks of concrete, stacked upon each other, and covered with shimmering white tile, bright enough to blind anyone who dared to look upon it directly. There was one thing worse than that tile, surface dancing like freshly fallen snow.

The only thing worse than the Center’s exterior was its front door. The pair of them, in fact, glass and steel. That fact was terrifying in and of itself. Being close enough to those doors to examine them was a fate no villain expected to ever have to face.

The second time that Villain began to thrash, there was no fury in it. Nothing was locked around their body, not a chain or cuff in sight, but Hero’s grip was more than enough to turn the menace of the city into the much larger equivalent of a kitten, held by the scruff of its neck.

“Let me go! I don’t want to go!” Their thoughts flew from their mouth as freely as their panicked voice. “T-The prison! Wouldn’t that be much better?”

“Come on.”

The villain shivered at the soft voice, a second quiver shaking their spine when a hand stroked its way through their sweat-soaked hair.

“They’ll love you here.” Hero’s voice curled, coaxing a frightened dog. “I’m sure you’re be their new favorite.”

There wasn’t an ounce of perceptible mockery in the tone. As though a hero genuinely gave the slightest shit. As if they weren’t taking them to the place half-drunken villains told horror stories about, only to be accused of fabrication. ‘It can’t possibly be that bad.’

But everyone knew, everyone knew full well, that there was no falsehood in those stories.

They didn’t want to be a favorite. They were a villain! Even as they approached the double doors, Villain could not help but fantasize about the 10 foot high walls of the Metropolis Villainous Correctional Facility, topped with their electrified barbed wire.

It would be horrible, certainly, but it wouldn’t be the Center!

Yet, with a tinny bell, the hellish building’s entrance swung open.

Inside, the Metropolis Rehabilitation Center for Extraordinary Cases smelled like flowers. The particular scent was unrecognizable-- neither rose nor marigold, lavender or coral-bell. Yet, the aroma was overwhelming.

Villain’s struggling turned to thrashing.

The walls were blue. A light, baby blue, with a sickeningly joyful air about it. Abstract paintings and plaques hung along hallways and lobby walls, marked by tacky statements of motivation.

‘Mistakes are proof that you are trying.’

‘Make it happen!’

‘I can and I will.’

The captive villain felt sick. Their straining was useless, not gaining them an inch of freedom even as it cost them feet of dignity. Not that they expected to keep hold of that for long.

The lobby itself was bright, disgustingly colorful. The walls were lined with chairs painted in blinding technicolor, while the front desk itself danced with decals of butterflies and birds.

“Let me go!” Another screech tore itself from their throat.

A receptionist, lab-coat the color of a summer sunflower, looked up with a warm smile.

“I see our newest friend is here.” They chirped. “I’ll call up our welcoming party.”

“No need!”

From one of various, straight hallways, clattering footsteps sounded. Two lab coats, dyed in that same sickening, jaundiced color, ran forward at a jog. Shame forgotten, Villain buried their face in Hero’s chest. Anything to not have to see the doctors. Anything.

“Oh, what a cutie!” One of the lab coats exclaimed. “Aren’t they a sweetheart?”

“Oh, Villain, you’re going to have so much fun here.” A second voice smiled.

“I’m sure they are.” Hero’s hand stroked once more through their hair, though it did nothing to aid their incessant trembling. “Come on, bud, there’s no reason to be scared.”

“I fucking hate you!”

Three voices turned to roaring laughter.

“Come on, they’ve even brought you something.”

“Yeah.” One of the doctors chirped. “It’s a nice jacket, to keep you warm. We don’t want you getting cold.” Their tone switched on its head, from high-pitched to clinical, as they whispered: “Put them down, please.”

Gently, Villain felt themself lowered to the floor. In an instant, they were kicking out, struggling, straining, screaming and screeching. Their attempts to get to their feet, however, were thwarted by firm hands on their shoulders and a leg across their own.

They didn’t need to see the jacket to know what it was. As soon as the canvas touched their skin, they knew. Yet, it was a three on one. No amount of hysterics could stop the sleeves from slipping onto their arms, compressing their hands against the sewn-shut ends. Leather rubbed against metal buckles, canvas ribbing against itself, as, with terrifying speed, the jacket was applied.

The straightjacket.

It was far too taut, tight enough that, in their hyperventilation, Villain felt that it made them unable to breathe.

“Take it off!” They wailed. They noticed only then that the garment around them now was dyed the same color as the walls-- that unnerving, baby blue.

“Shh, shh, it’s just a jacket, buddy.” The hand in their hair was unfamiliar and nerve-wracking.

They had their legs, still. Only half of them pulled in terrible, suffocating tightness. Fury focused, Villain kicked out, desperate to get their legs under them.

They had no chance.

And, of course, their last ounce of dignity had to be wrought from them.

Villain’s shoes had been lost hours ago, though they couldn’t remember the exact scenario. Perhaps during the fight, perhaps afterwards, when they were thrown into the car and harnessed to its restraints.

It didn’t matter. To the doctors, so it seemed, all that mattered was that they could stand. And, to them, that was a problem.

They looked like socks, and, going on, they felt to be as such. Yet, as Villain at last got their feet under them, they realized otherwise. The bottom of the garments seemed to be formed in such a way that, when they tried to stand, their legs shook with the effort of simply retaining their balance. The curves and form of their feet, countered by fabric and plush.

“W-What the- What did you-” Villain gasped.

“Oh, those are just your wobblers, honey.” One of the lab coats smiled. “See? They make you wobble!”

“I’m gonna fall, you piece of shit!”

“Oh, don’t worry, dear.” Another voice, followed by a pair of arms, braced against their back. “You won’t fall. We’re here to help.”

“I don’t want your help!”

“This one’s funny.” The voice came with a smile. “Come on, then.”

Another pair of arms, practically lifting them. Their legs felt to be singed by lapping flames from the strain upon their muscles alone.

“We have a room all set up for you! And once you get your medicine, you’ll feel so much better.”

“So, so much better.”

It was with hysterical shrieks, rapidly weakening, that the patient that had once been Villain was helped down the hallway.

They would never again see the outside of the building. The nice doctors would make sure of that!

[kenkamishiro]

Lost in Translation: Choujin X chapter 1

Fun fact, I was planning to do fan translations for Choujin X with a scan group until it could get a simulpub release, though I didn’t expect it to get one from the very first chapter lol. I’m happy though since it means everyone can read it right away and it doesn’t mess up my schedule.

So instead I’ll be making comparison notes between the EN and JP text to supplement the official translation. I’m not doing this because the official TL is bad (I actually think it’s pretty solid and I hope it will maintain this quality) but because it’s inevitable for something to be lost in translation, and it’s nice to have that additional context for theory crafting and whatnot.

If you want to read it on Twitter instead, the original thread is here, but this is the proofread and way more detailed version 😄

This translation isn’t wrong, but there’s an emphasis on それ (which is TLed as ‘it’) that connotes a stronger, “other, that thing” feeling that isn’t present here. The general idea behind this sentence is: That [becoming a Choujin] resembles more of a disease [than a transformation].

Ely talks like a tomboy, she uses rougher speech patterns and the pronoun オラ (ora), a derivative of the masculine 'ore'. But it's a bit old-fashioned (eg. すまなんだ) which makes sense considering her upbringing with her grandfather on a farm. Hence her country bumpkin speech pattern in English.

Not sure if I should use Ellie or Ely? Ellie makes more sense based on the kana, but Ishida explicitly called her Ely so I might stick with Ely for now... (also istg that blond guy with the huge chin is a reference, I've seen him somewhere)

Tokio, I know your teacher is annoying, but it's rude to call her that lol. This is basically the oppai equivalent of paisen (senpai backwards, it’s slangier). Similar thing actually happened with Ely describing her dream hubby as Goldilocks instead of blond; ‘kinpatsu’ (blond hair) was inverted to become ‘patsukin’, hence the translation as Goldilocks.

Kurohara Tokio (黒原トキオ) and Higashi Azuma (東アヅマ). Kurohara is a common surname, means 'black fields'. Tokio is in katakana, so it’s hard to say what kanji it could be. 'Toki' could be 時 (time) or 外喜 (outside + delight). The 'o' can be the common male name suffix 男 (boy).

But when I think of Tokio, I think of TK's song called 'tokio'. You can read the translated lyrics here. If these lyrics end up being relevant to Tokio's character development I will eat my shoe lol.

Higashi means 'east'. Azuma (which can also be romanized as Aduma, it’s a softer ‘zu’ sound which is why Tokio called Azuma ‘Aju’ earlier in the chapter before correcting himself) is an archaic form of ‘east’. So...this guy is literally East East. The Choujin X equivalent of Moon Moon 😂

Someone also informed me that Higashi Azuma is a station in Tokyo, though the kana are slightly different (アヅマ／あづま vs. あずま). They effectively sound the same though nowadays, if I have to be honest. It’s like comparing the difference between 애 and 에 in Korean.

Tbh this is minor, but worth mentioning just cause it changes the meaning a bit. Tokio is saying something more like, “Why are we even talking about this [the roly-polies] again?”

I think I heard people talking about how the official TL doesn’t match the original text, but personally I really like how this was translated! Sis is using the expression  「爪の垢を煎じて飲む」, which literally means “boiling the dirt under someone’s fingernails and drinking it”. By taking the dirt/grime under the fingernails of someone that you admire, and boiling it and drinking it like a tea, you can become more like them.

But because idioms don’t tend to directly translate well between languages, translators often have to adapt it so that the meaning still remains the same. In English the closest idiom we have to this is “rubbing off on someone.” The “holding hands” bit was added to replace the physical aspect of “taking the dirt from someone’s fingernails” and also contribute to Sis’s sassy and very informal way of speaking.

So Sis is saying in JP (ignoring her personal speech style for now):

You should take the dirt from under [Azuma's] fingernails and boil it so you can be more like him.

And now in ENG it becomes:

You guys should hold hands or something, then maybe he’ll rub off on you.

It now sounds natural in English, still carries the same meaning as the original text, and also suits the character’s speech pattern.

Moving on, in that same panel the literal TL of Tokio’s dialogue is, “Policeman Azuma got dispatched again today,” emphasizing Azuma’s heroic deeds along with his family connections to the police. Another thing I want to note is that this is the second time Azuma has been called 偉い (erai) so far - noble, and now great guy. I’ll just dump the general English definition of 偉い from Jisho here so you get the general idea:

Great; excellent; admirable; remarkable; distinguished; important; celebrated; famous; eminent

But you can tell from how people describe Azuma as 偉い that others look up to him, think he’s a great person and Mr. Perfect. Always being placed on a pedestal by others. (What are the odds this will affect his mentality after the Choujin serum?)

The meaning is still pretty much the same, but I’ll offer a slightly different perspective. Sis mentions that if she were Tokio, she’d burst from the [Azuma] complex. (Clearly Tokio and Azuma's relationship is gonna crack at some point)

Tokio mentions an idiom about hawks (taka) before recalling his childhood memory about vultures. Vultures are called 'hagewashi', but in the chapter it mentions they can also be called 'hagetaka' (buzzard/condor, literally bald hawk).

The kids call him names like "Hagetaka Tokio" and "Hageo". But Hagetaka Tokio only really works in JP cause Hagetaka kinda mimics his last name (Buzzard Tokio doesn't give the same vibe). Same with Hageo. Hage-o = Bald-o = Baldy.

I also think Buzzard was chosen over another name for a vulture like Condor because Buzzard can pass off as an insult.

I would have translated this as, “I wanted to be a lion too...” but this is just personal preference.

A continuation of the 「爪の垢を煎じて飲む」 expression Sis used earlier. Without the adapted idiom the exchange goes something like this:

Tokio: My sister said I should bring home the dirt from under your nails. Can I have some?

Azuma: ...huh? What for, that’s scary. No way.

Tokio: I have to boil it and drink it, apparently.

Azuma: Don’t even think about boiling or drinking it.

But since the 「爪の垢を煎じて飲む」 expression was modified to make it sound natural in English, it means this conversation has to be modified too.

JP: My sister said I should bring home the dirt from under your nails. Can I have some?

EN: My sister says we should hold hands...so I can be more like you. What do you think?

The “dirt from under your nails” part got adapted to “holding hands”, hence how the 1st line from Tokio becomes, “My sister says we should hold hands...so I can be more like you.” “Can I have some?” makes no sense now in this context now, so it was changed to “What do you think?” as a question to Azuma to keep the similar conversation flow going.

JP: ...huh? What for, that’s scary. No way.

EN: Huh? What’re you talking about? No thanks.

Azuma’s next line is similar enough to the JP text except for the removal of “scary”. I think the reason it was most likely removed is because leaving it as it is could be constituted as homophobic (2 boys holding hands, absolutely nothing scary about it as bible thumpers would like people to believe).

JP: I have to boil it and drink it, apparently.

EN: She said to hold hands so you’ll rub off on me.

Tokio’s response to that is explaining what he meant by his proposal. In the original text he lays out the latter half of the idiom (he doesn’t even realize it’s an expression, poor boy), and in English he does something similar by going into why his sister said they should hold hands (so Azuma can rub off on Tokio).

JP: Don’t even think about boiling or drinking it.

EN: C’mon. That’s not how things work.

Azuma’s then rebuts Tokio’s proposal as ridiculous. In the original text he drops a typical straight man response (don’t do *insert whatever ridiculous thing the idiot suggested*). But since Tokio’s proposal in English isn’t as preposterous, his rebuttal is toned down in response by telling him not to take it literally.

Ultimately, even though a lot of this dialogue was changed, I still think it was successful in maintaining the original’s intent. Tokio takes his sister’s sarcastic suggestion literally and brings it up to Azuma, who dismisses it as silly. It would be nice if we could keep the expression as it was in Japanese, but in instances like this where it’s played off of in multiple lines, that’s easier said than done.

軟体 isn’t an actual word, it’s made up of the kanji soft + body. So kinda like Elastigirl, but Flexi was chosen instead. It doesn’t sound 100% right, but I don’t think I could come up with anything better.

Replacing the しい in 楽しい with the C plus that elongated pronunciation makes Johnny sound even more like a stereotypical Yankee, which is why he sounds like that in English 😂

Random but I found it interesting how Azuma called Johnny a youkai (妖怪) instead of something like bakemono (化け物) or obake (お化け) since they’re shapeshifting monsters.

Tokio is worried that if he doesn't do something right now, he's going to lose his friendship with Azuma. The sentence is fine as it is though.

Azuma’s line can also be worded as, "No hard feelings, okay?"

Bestial = 獣化 (juuka) = beast+change = beast transformation

That’s it from me, if you have questions about the TL feel free to send an ask or reply to this post, I promise I’ll check my inbox more often this time 😂

[tempenensis]

Nanami: the duality(s) of man

Nanami Kento (七海 建人) is arguably one of the more complex characters in jjk. A lot of contrasts are packed in one character, it’s actually amazing. And yet, he is still so relatable. 

Nanami’s name in kanji is actually interesting. His family name, Nanami (七海) is written with “seven” (七) and “sea” (海) kanji, but it also can be read as “seven” (七 = nana) “three” (三 = mi), a suggestion to his cursed technique. His given name, Kento (建人), is written with “build” (建) and “man” (人) kanji. 

1. Office worker and Grunt work

Nanami is introduced by Gojo as his peer and junior, a trusted and reliable friend. He is depicted in a full suit and tie, with neat haircut - nothing less than salaryman image Gojo calls him. Without his unique glasses, you won’t be able to differentiate him from common office worker. He’s the stiff seriousness formality in contrast to Gojo’s easy, overly friendly and overly informal attitude. Even during their first meeting, he demands a formal introduction from Itadori. He also returns Itadori’s formal introduction with one of his own, even if it’s used for comedic effect.

“Where moderate effort is sufficient, use moderate effort.”

His words in answer to Itadori’s excitement and going all out when the boy is finally getting his chance for mission in the field. Only people who is familiar with routine, boring works in office can say things like this. Routine work is indeed, sufficient with moderate effort, nothing anyone should exert too much effort. In addition, during combat or “work”, he is strict with his time allocation. At a glance, it looks like another part of his salaryman image - even if it is actually something else. 

All these formal conducts are direct reflection of his nickname of an ex-salaryman. But compared to his image, his cursed technique is far from the image of an office worker. 

Nanami’s innate technique is called Ratio cursed technique (十劃呪法 : Tookaku juuhou), where he forcibly creates a weak point in his opponent by dividing them into tenths and hit it on the critical point of seven-to-three. He uses a wide sword wrapped in seals for it. It is a technique that demand physical strength and excellent eye-hand coordination of the user - which are usually not attributed to office worker, but rather, manual laborer who uses their physical strength.  

Unfortunately, I’m working overtime now

Here, the original text of Nanami’s Overtime Work is 時間外労働 (: jikangai roudou). 労働 (roudou) can be translated both as general term of working and manual labor. During Overtime work, the technique he uses is Collapse (瓦落瓦落 = garagara, literally “Tile fall”, but it’s also an onomatopoeia for rattling sound), which is fundamentally similar to Itadori’s attack - a physical blow from his fist infused with huge amount of cursed energy.

2. Anti-social and people-magnet

Nanami is someone who thought himself to be distanced from people, either normal people or the same jujutsushi, but in actual... well, people-magnet is not the right term but Nanami is someone who is attracted to people. He come off as stiff and cold, but he is highly empathic to others, just like Itadori. 

Right on their first meeting, after introducing himself, Nanami said that he doesn’t acknowledge Itadori as a jujutsushi, because even if he doesn’t like it, he still follow the rules. He asks Itadori to prove himself despite housing Sukuna. 

Itadori is Sukuna’s vessel. He should be executed immediately as per jujutsu rules. It’s only because Gojo’s protection that he still breathes, even get to be educated as jujutsushi. Not too long ago before this moment, he was killed by a special-grade that Gojo suspected to be a foul play from the upper management. And even after this, Itadori is targeted by other jujutsushi who want to kill him without first trying to know the human he actually is. 

Nanami at the first glance looks like he is too serious, too fixated to the rules imposed to jujutsushi. However for Nanami, a rule-abiding jujutsushi, willing to cooperate with Itadori - the Sukuna’s vessel that others want to executed - on a mission, give him a chance to prove himself, and even teach him stuffs, speaks how he is actually not so cold-hearted as he makes himself to be.

At first, on the mission, they don’t get along. Itadori who can make friends with people he only just met in a heartbeat, has a hard time reading Nanami. Not only because of their different personality, but Nanami is also protecting Itadori as a child. For an adult to be able to see the Sukuna’s vessel as an actual child, even protecting him, it really speaks something. 

And further down, he also protects Itadori as the more experienced jujutsushi. He wants to protect Itadori’s innocence as young jujutsushi as long as possible.

Itadori is highly empathic of other people. His motivation is to give people proper death - whoever they are. Nanami realizes this when Itadori gets angry about the transfigured human they fight in the cinema, that their death are wrong in his eyes. This mission is the worst early mission for Itadori - someone who is highly empathic but has to face an enemy that transfigure human. Killing people will hurt him emotionally. That is why Nanami forbid Itadori to go after Mahito with him.  

Nanami works as jujutsushi after he retired from being an office worker. And before that, he ran away from jujutsu world because of the accident with Haibara. Haibara was his friend in the same grade who was killed one year after Hidden Inventory arc.

後は頼む (I’ll leave the rest to you)

It is possibly the final words that Haibara said to Nanami, making him realized how shitty jujutsushi are - as he was forced to abandon the live of his friend for the sake of other people. The death of Haibara hurt them badly - it did not only made Nanami run away from being a jujutsushi, but also the final push that made Getou finally stray from the “right path”.

And ever since, Nanami distanced himself from jujutsu world, and to an extent, people. He called his office job to be “out of human cycle” and poured all of himself into earning more money. He forced himself to be apathetic. It didn’t matter if he had money - or so he thought. 

He just exorcised a small fry to make the baker’s feel better, but the emotional effect of the passing gratitude on Nanami is very deep. He stopped to be a jujutsushi because of people, but he also returned to be one because of people. He is even still empathic to transfigured human used by Mahito in their fight, despite claiming that he doesn’t bring his personal feeling to work. 

3. Adult of adult 

Finding more hair loss on your bedside, your favorite deli bread disappears from local convenience store... The accumulation of those little despairs is what makes someone an adult.

The way we move on from despairs, little or big, the way we accept it as part of ourselves, let it mold us to be the person that we are today. Nanami refers the “despairs” to come from the smallest things. But accumulation of small things can become a mountain - and vice versa, a mountain is accumulation of small rocks.

The death of Haibara is something that he has to "accumulate”, shaping Nanami to be the adult that he is and maybe even forcing him to be “an adult” earlier. Ijichi even calls Nanami 大人オブ大人 - adult among adults, due to his maturity despite being younger than Gojo. The way he protects Itadori as a child is mainly because he is still affected by this tragedy during his youth and doesn’t want Itadori to face the harsh reality of being a jujutsushi so early, as Itadori is still pretty new not only as jujutsushi, but also to the overall jujutsu world. 

Unfortunately, the harsh reality decides to go right to Itadori’s doorstep - and the only thing Nanami can do is to trust Itadori to do the right thing, as he believes Itadori has what it takes to be a proper jujutsushi. 

4. Greed and Acceptance 

I am a human who never related to “things worth doing” or “things worth living for”. I’ll earn suitably until 3,40 years old, then I’ll enjoy living easily in country with low living cost.

Retiring early was Nanami’s main drive after he left Jujutsu high. He worked away from people and wanted to retire to a place also away, especially from his kind of people. And all that’s left for him to cling to is the greed to earn more money. 

But Nanami is far from actually greedy. Being greedy implies to die with regrets and as Principal Yaga said, no jujutsushi dies without remorse. If Itadori won’t regret the way he lives, then Nanami is the person who is actually able to die without leaving any regrets. And that alone speaks how much closer and similar Nanami actually is to Itadori compared to others.

There are only a few moments Nanami smiles - and both instances are when he is on the verge of death. First before he was saved by Itadori (more accurately Sukuna) from Mahito’s domain, and then his actual last moment, he smiles as he passes his last words to Itadori. The same last words that Haibara said to him before his death.

I’ll leave the rest to you 

From Haibara to Nanami, from Nanami to Itadori. He passes this words with heavy feeling, as it will “curse” Itadori to keep moving, to keep being a jujutsushi and walk in this harsh reality. It is not something that Nanami want Itadori to face - even young Nanami couldn’t bear the burden of being jujutsushi. 

But this is the path that they have decided to walk on, and the way of living that they won’t - and in Nanami’s case didn’t - regret. And the only option left for Itadori is to continue walking on this path with all its harsh reality. 

And now, Itadori is “cursed”. 

[klvbxlove]

worried (yu x gn! reader)

a/n: God, i’ve got so many ideas for persona 4 fanfics so y’all might see some coming soon LMAO. but no worries, i’ll try my best to write more iida drabbles as well (of course, i could never forget my number one anime husbando. but i’ll be honest, kanji might take his place very soon? maybe? huehuehue). anyways, i saw some persona 4 requests in my inbox (which i did not expect, haha), but i’ll try my best to get to them whenever possible! so until then, enjoy this yu drabble :)

reader type: gender neutral 

reader specification(s): none

genre(s): angst, hurt/comfort

trigger warning(s): mentions of car accidents, mentions of injuries

summary: after being a coma from a car accident, you finally woke up, much to the huge relief of your family and friends, especially yu.

word count: 2.6k words

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key:

(e/c) = eye color (l/n) = last name (y/n) = your name

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   Today should have been another day of you and the Investigation Team hanging out with Yu. He had come back to Inaba a few days ago for another (surprisingly long) break, and you were excited to see him again. 

   But unfortunately, no. That day did not happen. 

   Instead, you found yourself in a hospital room. You had woken up almost a week ago, having no idea what had happened. All you remembered is that as soon as you got the strength to sit up from your hospital bed, you felt nothing but excruciating pain. And when you looked down at your body, your (E/C) eyes widened at the extent of your injuries. You were in terrible condition. 

   Then a few minutes later, the nurses and doctors rushed into your room in complete shock when they realized you woke up. At first, you were confused. But then they explained everything. From what you could recall, you were hanging out with your friends when you saw Yu’s younger cousin, Nanako, standing in the road. Realizing there was a car heading towards her, your instincts caught up with you, and you quickly pushed the younger girl out of the way, which ultimately resulted in you getting hit. 

   Unfortunately, the impact was so severe that you had slipped into a coma. Even with the surgery (which luckily was a success), you were still fighting for your life. The staff had no idea if you would even wake up. 

   Your eyes widened in shock. However, the one thing that made your shock worse was when one of the doctors said that there was a chance you would have died due to the severity of your injuries. “Consider yourself lucky,” one of the doctors said, “Because if not, well, there would not be much we could have done to save you,”

   You were in disbelief. You could have died?!

   WHAT THE HELL?!

   You swear, you almost thought your jaw dropped. You did not even know how long you laid there in bed, thinking of the word ‘died.’ 

   D-I-E-D.

   There was nothing but silence (you could almost hear a pin drop) for a few minutes after taking in the news. 

   Then you heard that your family and friends knew of the accident and you would be able to have visitors in a few days. But all you could do was think about how injured you were. It was bad enough that you were in this condition. However, you could not wrap your brain around the fact that you might have been dead. 

   And then your family would have to set up a funeral for you, bury your body underground, and you would be there until the end of time. 

   Maybe you would even have a spirit in whatever place you ended up after death. 

   Oh God, you could not even think to imagine how your family and friends would react. Especially the Investigation Team--

   Wait a minute. The Investigation Team! 

   Now the worry was starting to kick in. You just realized that you have not heard from your friends since you woke up. Not at least one thing from one of the members (and nothing from Nanako either!). You had no idea if anyone had told them what happened to you when you arrived or the fact that you were alive. Hell, you would not be surprised if they thought you were still in a coma and would be for who knows how long. 

   You sighed, the apprehension still in you. Today was certainly not your day. You just wanted to be able to hang out with Yu again before he had to go back to Tokyo (even though it was a long way from now). But you had no idea when you would be able to leave the hospital! Not for a while, that was for sure. You might as well try to dwell in pure boredom. 

  Oh yeah, and also try to ignore the pain. You might have felt slightly better for the past few days, but the agony was still shooting in almost every part of your body. You could only hope that all of this will be over soon. And then later, when you were finally feeling better, you would be back home with your family.

-

   “(L/N)?”

   You were in the middle of messing with your bedsheets when you heard your name. Looking up, you saw one of the nurses giving you a small smile as she stood next to your bed. You did not even remember hearing her walk towards you. I guess you got a little too caught up with your bedsheets. “How are you feeling now, sweetheart? Any more pain or anything?”

   You looked off to steal a glance at one of the hospital walls. The pain was still there, but it was not bothering you compared to the day you woke up. You could say that you were fine (mostly), but you could not find the strength to tell the nurse for some reason. No, you did not care that you looked like you were  staring off into the distance pondering about life. 

   “(L/N)? Are you alright?”

   The voice brought you back to reality, and you saw the nurse looking at you with a somewhat concerned look on her face. 

   “Oh, sorry. I’m fine, for now,” you said,  “No pain or anything,”

   “Alright,” the nurse smiled in relief. “I know the staff and I keep telling you this so many times, but if you begin to feel pain or need any assistance, you let someone know, okay?” 

   “I know, thank you,” you nodded. 

   “Of course,” the nurse looked over at the door, “Now, you got a visitor who wants to see you. Well, he and a couple of his other friends wanted to see you for a while. We had to tell them no since you were still in a coma at the time, but they were determined to go to your room,” she chuckled sheepishly. 

   “Who is it?” you asked. The last time you knew, your family members had visited first. 

   “Yu Narukami, one of your classmates,” the nurse answered. “Would you like me to let him in?”

   You blinked before nodding. “Yeah, sure,”

   It was only a few seconds of silence you faced in your hospital room. During that timespan, you began to feel nervous about your friend being in the same room as you without the Investigation Team (wherever they were). Your heart was almost beating at the thought of it, and you could feel a blush on your cheeks; if you were capable of blushing, that is. 

   But before you knew it, you instantly recognized the familiar gray-haired male as he walked inside. 

   Upon his eyes glancing upon you, Yu’s eyes widened. “(Y-Y/N),” he said, “You’re awake.”

   You nodded, giving him a weak smile and waving with your free hand. “Yep, I am.” 

   Yu walked over to sit at the chair next to your bed. “How have you been lately?”

   “Slightly better compared to when I woke up, but only slightly,” you replied honestly. “Still feeling some pain. Hopefully, when I get out of the hospital, I’ll feel much better.” 

   “That’s good to hear,” Yu gave you a small smile.

   Then you paused. “How about the others? Are they okay?--” And of course, there was another person you were worried about, “--What about Nanako? Is she hurt?”

   “No need to worry, everyone is alright, just a bit shook up after the incident, though,” Yu said, letting out a light chuckle. “Nanako only had some bruises on her legs when you pushed her out of the way, but that was only it. Everyone would have come to visit you alongside me today, but they got busy. And Nanako came down with some sickness. Not the flu or anything major, but we decided to let her rest until she recovers. They promised they would find the time to visit you when they can.”

   You sighed in relief. “At least no one else was hurt. As much as I hate being in the hospital in pain, it’s better than seeing Nanako here for the same reason. I think that would hurt more than my injuries, and they hurt like hell, you know?”

   “But being treated for severe injuries in the hospital is still frightening, (Y/N),” Yu pointed out, “Everyone watched as you got hit by the car. It was awful, you know? You were bleeding so much from your head, too.” The gray-haired male felt like he was about to wince in pain, seeing the injuries you had. 

   “Yeah, I honestly dunno much of what happened after getting hit, other than feeling immense pain,” you admitted, scratching your cheek, “I could only hear muffled voices, but that was it. And then I just closed my eyes. Must have slipped into that coma or something afterward.”

   “Maybe you did.” 

   Moments of silence passed, and Yu felt a knot in his stomach. It had been like that for almost a week. Every time he would think of you in your hospital room in a coma, he would have to go somewhere else alone to relieve his thoughts. But even then, it still was not enough to help him. How could he even talk about his feelings to someone? Yu was aware he had the other members on the Investigation Team to talk to, but he could see them struggling. 

   There was only one person he could talk to about it.

   “(Y/N), I-- Listen,” Yu spoke up in seriousness. Once you looked up at him after staring at your cast, he continued, “I have no idea how else I’m going to begin talking about this. But do you realize how happy I-- no, we are that you’re alive?”

   Huh?

   Okay, that took me off guard.

   You had to admit you were puzzled. How were you supposed to answer that? It was not as if you could put yourself in the shoes of one of your friends. You did not even know what it was like to wait for someone to come out of their coma. So really, you could only shrug at his question. 

   “I remembered when the nurses told us you slipped into a coma and you would need surgery," Yu continued, "God, we were just in shock. No one said anything; you could hear a pin drop in the waiting room. But as soon as they left us alone, we just started crying, you know. Silently, though. But Teddie was the only one wailing.

   “And Nanako?” Yu paused a bit before picking back up, “Well, at first, she looked like she was trying to hold back her tears. That is until we went back to my house. She just started sobbing, saying how it was her fault that you were hurt. She blamed herself for being on the road since she knew it was dangerous. Of course, we kept telling her that it wasn’t her fault, but it was no help. Not even Uncle was able to calm Nanako down, and so she just cried until she fell asleep.”

   If your heart could physically break, it might as well be in a million pieces by now. Your injuries were suddenly hurting way less than seeing Nanako sobbing.

   Meanwhile, Yu looked down at his lap as he felt himself about to shake. “It hurts so much just seeing her upset. And Nanako still blames herself to this day. By that point, it felt like there was not anything else the rest of us could do other than to dwell in sadness. We even had to wait to visit you at the time since the nurses wouldn’t allow any visitors. I just hated not knowing if you were going to live. I hated thinking that there was a chance you would die.”

   Something caught your eyes. 

   Teardrops. 

   They were coming out of his eyes and falling onto his lap. 

   You could even hear small cries coming from him. 

   Oh God, no.

   Why did this hurt a lot?

   “DAMN IT!” 

   You felt yourself jump hearing Yu yell out like that. But what startled you most (it made a squeal come out of you) was when the gray-haired male suddenly engulfed you into a warm hug. The grip was not tight enough to where you could not breathe, but you could tell he was holding onto you as if you were going to slip out of his reach. Yu rested his head against your shoulder, and you were beginning to feel tears staining your hospital gown. It did not even matter that there were butterflies in your stomach. 

   “D-Damn it, (Y/N),” you heard his voice almost cracking,  “You gave us a scare there! I know it would be rude to blame you for getting into that accident since you weren’t asking to get hit by a car. And, of course, I am incredibly thankful that you saved Nanako from getting hurt. But still! I could go over and over again about how relieved we were when we heard you had woken up. We thought it would never happen and that you would never make it.” 

   “Yu...” 

   You felt tears in the corners of your eyes. Damn, you were getting emotional. If there was one thing you hated, it was seeing someone close to you (especially if it was someone you loved) so upset that they cried. And that was what Yu was doing. So you wrapped your arms around him and rubbed his back. His grip on you tightened, but you did not care. All you wanted was for him to let out his tears. 

   Once his cries had turned into sniffles, he lifted his head to make eye contact with you. You could feel your tears pouring out just seeing his tears. You cupped his cheeks with your hands.

   “I’m sorry about that, (Y/N),” Yu mumbled. 

   “No need for an apology,” you assured him. “I know how you-- no, I know I’ll never fully understand what it was like for you guys after the car accident. I mean, how could I? But still, I had no intention of scaring you guys.”

   More silence passed. God, you had no idea what to say at that point. You had no idea how your other friends had been coping through this time, but it was evident there were tears shed. Besides Nanako, you did not even want to imagine their disheartened faces. You knew that you had to comfort Yu in some way. But how?

   You sighed.

   Saying this might as well work. 

   “Look...Yu, listen to me,” you found your voice as you looked into his eyes. “I know you and the others are still upset. I get it. But please don’t go dwelling on the past anymore, okay? Yes, it was a scary situation that should NOT have happened-- it sucked that it even occurred right when you were visiting us --but in the end, I’m alright. Of course, it will take a while for me to recover, but I will do my best to get through this as quickly as possible for you and everyone else.

   “So please,” your thumbs began to gently wipe at Yu’s on pouring tears, “don’t cry anymore. I promise you I’ll be alright.” 

   That was when a sudden bolt of bravery came from inside you. So you leaned in to place a kiss on his cheek.

   You spoke every word as if you meant it (because you did!). You no longer wanted to be a burden to everyone around you. You worried your family and friends enough in the hospital, so the least you could do was make it through your recovery. All you could hope was for Yu to be reassured by everything you said. 

   And thankfully, it worked as he gave you a nod and a tearful smile (you could almost see a light blush covering his cheeks from the kiss). Yu hugged you again, placing his forehead against your shoulder. “Thank you, (Y/N),” he mumbled, “Thank you so much,” 

   “You’re welcome,” you whispered.

[ynisamenace]

 Party For One

Warnings: sub! Aone being a flustered mess, confident dom! Reader, nsfw kinda (grinding, not pg-13 kissing), mention of drugs and alcohol, college au! Aone.

Word count: 2.3k

a/n: ok guys this is my first fanfic so apologies if it’s not too good or if the ending is too rushed. Constructive criticism is always welcome and pls don’t forget to like and/or reblog. Thank you!

Aone was not much of a party goer. Although his friends were more outgoing, he in fact was not. He was more of a homebody, mostly leaving his shared apartment with Kenji for school, to get more ramen from the corner shop near his uni or practice with his newly-formed volleyball team; courtesy of his newly-formed friend, Kanji. Then proceeding to come home to shower, nap, wake up, struggle with his homework and then sleep till the next day. He was about to start the fourth activity of his daily routine when the sound of the doorbell rang through the apartment.

Sighing, he left his spot at the kitchen island to open the front door, then trying to close it once Kanji’s face appeared behind it.

“Woah woah if you wanted some alone time, you should’ve just said that”, the cat-faced friend exclaimed, just barely slipping through the crack in the door. Face adorned with brown freckles and a smile seemingly super glued to his face, he looked like the poster boy of golden retriever boys, “Wouldn’t matter anyway since I’m still dragging you to Sugawara’s tonight.”

Ah yes, Suga’s party, the one Aone was being forced to go to as a favour for his new friend. The white haired boy uttered a grunt of disapproval as Kanji plopped down onto his couch.

“I’m telling you man, when girls see us walking in together with my beauty and your scowl-,” he smirked while giving Aone a once over, “-they’ll come flocking like parakeets.” Aone ignored his new friend’s rambling and was about to go back to his homework when his phone buzzed. Picking it up and looking at his crush’s name made him do a double take before realizing it was from his class groupchat.

Y/n❤: Someone better come pick me up or else I’m dumping the mary jane😤

Sugawara: You live on campus, how did you sneak it in?

Y/n❤: Come pick me up and I’ll tell you

Bsf/n: I can see I’m gonna be on y/n duty tonight. I’ll come get you in 5

Y/n❤: Girl I’ll literally marry you don’t play with me

                                         -5 minutes later-

Y/n❤: Psa to everyone in this groupchat, bsf/n and I are married now

Bsf/n: As long as you do my makeup for the party lol

Y/n❤: Deal

A slightly dejected sigh left the tall boy’s lips, wishing it was him y/n would joke about marrying to the- wait party?? The realization that y/n was going to the same party as him made heart race with anticipation and although he never talked to her in any of the classes they shared, Aone developed a massive crush on y/n just by seeing the way she interacts with others as well as her personality. Her presence when she walks into a room, beautiful coily/kinky hair either flowing or in a different ‘protective style’ (which Aone ended up googling the meaning to) and her face adorned with a smile so bright, he could feel his ears getting hotter just by its look, it would be foolish to think that no other person in his uni or elsewhere had already snatched her up. Which is why Aone never felt the need to let her know about how much he was falling for her.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of his roommate’s door opening, revealing a clearly tipsy Kenji trying and failing to button up the last button on his silk shirt.

“Is anyone g-gonna help or what..” he slurred, stumbling into the living room, planting himself right in front of Aone who begrudgingly helped him with the last button. Satisfied, the intoxicated boy walks over to Kanji on the couch who’s currently scrolling through his instagram feed. He gives Kenji a once over before giving a nod of approval to his outfit. He turns to the tall, white haired boy, “Aone go change, the party starts in 10 and you know it’ll take us half an hour to get there!”, he exclaimed gesturing to Aone with his hands in a shooing manner. He didn’t understand what was wrong with his gray shirt and black sweatpants but went to his room to go change anyway, returning six minutes later sporting a green and white checkered shirt with dark blue jeans and black levis. The trio hurriedly leave their apartement, Kanji practically dragging both boys to his car before appointing Aone as the designated driver as the boy was the only one who had no intention to drink at the party.

The ride to the party took much more than half an hour as Aone was forced to drive while simultaneously trying to stop the two boys at the back from drinking any more of the pregame Kanji brought as well as preventing Kenji from messing with the aux cord. In the end, both boys settled on playing Ei8th mile on repeat the rest of the drive, both alternating between rapping DigDat and Aitch’s lines. Finally getting to the address Sugawara sent to the group, the trio hopped out of the car and went to knock on the door, opening to reveal the silver haired boy in all his glory wearing a burger king crown and a drunk smile.“You guys look li-hiccup-ke you had a fun drife here”, opening the door wider to reveal flashing red and purple strobe lights, living room filled with drunk and soon-to-be drunk college students and a hiphop song playing with a loud base that almost made Aone’s teeth clink. The two drunk boys wasted no time heading to the make shift bar in the kitchen, Aone following reluctantly behind feeling quite awkward in the party setting. Even worse, he was unable to spot y/n in the crowd making his heart drop lower into his stomach.

 No no no no. 

Even though Aone didn’t think y/n would like him the way he likes her, he was hoping he could at least use this party to make himself known to her, maybe forming a friendship with her first before professing his love. Dejectedly, he trudges to the bar, sulking next to his now very drunk friends who are far more interested with the designs on the kitchen counter. 

“Dude it’s so swirly…how do they make it like that?” one of the boys asks.

“Bro it has to be like a top secret thing. Like in the dark web,” the other replied, his eyes widening as his pupils are blown out more.

Not wanting to deal with their drunk conspiracies, Aone heads to the store room in search for some water after not seeing any laid out. Finding a bottle, he quickly gulps it down, faintly hearing the song in the living room change to one with a much deeper base. Leaving the store with his thirst finally quenched, he recognizes the song as Cold by Rico Nasty, her gravely voice echoing around the living room and drowning out some of the chatter which Aone was grateful for.

Ridin’ in a Maserati

Like Scotty I’m with two hotties

I ain’t just walk in the party-

“I brought the drugs to the partyyyy”, a voice which made Aone’s heart beat faster screamed, Y/n bursting through the front door with a medium sized pack of marijuana and a tray of what he assumes are pot brownies as the crownd cheered at her arrival. Her eyes wide with excitement, hair in cute little bantu knots (which Aone noted is now probably his favourite hairstyle on her), and dazzling smile still glued to her face. Making a bee line to the kitchen to drop the stuff she was holding, she hugged and greeted the people closest to her, making Aone regret not standing closer to the front door before realizing she was making her way straight to him.“Hi Polar Bear!” her scent of f/p enveloping him as she hugged his stomach, hair right next to nose, making the boy short-circuit. Y/n is hugging me. Me. Hugging. She smells so good. I should probably hug her back. But what if that’s weird. Hugging me. I’m gonna marry her. I’m gonna throw u-

“Takanobu woohoo you good?” she whispered in neck, drawing him out of his daydream, while at the same time making blood rush to his lower region. His eyes widen as he turns to see her staring right at him, inches apart and eyes questioning.

“I-I’m doing well y/n, um you uh look great tonight”, he managed to blurt out, his compliment making her lips curve into that signature smile. He unconsciously let out a low groan as he felt his jeans tighten even more as his mind raced a mile a minute, envisioning her on top of him, smile turning into a smirk as she runs her hands over his body making him squirm. His neck, his nipples, his happy trail, his-

Once again brought out of his daydream, he looked around to see y/n already gone and dancing in the living room, her presence making her look ethereal in the flashing lights. Smiling slightly, Aone deciding to stop before his imagination made him cream in his pants, decided to go look for his friends spotting both of them laying near a potted plant in the hallway caressing the leaves and muttering under their breaths. He discreetly goes back to the store, getting two bottles of water and placing them on either side of his friends, knowing they’ll be shocked at it ‘appearing’.

Sighing tiredly, he briefly thinks of just driving back to his apartment having already seen his crush and hugged her, but decided against it not wanting to feel guilty for abandoning his intoxicated friends. He was about to go to the backyard looking for some fresh air before he heard his name being said in the crowd. Turning around too quickly he bumped into someone, gripping their waist and letting their scent envelop him before he caught a glimpse of their hair. 

Yes yes God yes

“Nobu I’m so sorry, I was trying to get your attention but you didn’t turn around!” y/n exclaimed, gripping his shirt making the boy realize his grip on her waist was tightening significantly. He quickly tried to let go but y/n wasn’t having any of it and planted his large palm on her backside, squeezing a little. Aone’s face had never been as red as it is now from that simple action. Clearing his throat, he gives a tentative squeeze to gauge her reaction and seeing the smirk on her face as her pupils darken. She finally releases her grip on his hand and turns to the dance floor, Aone follow behind.

 As they reach the dance floor, afrobeats fill the air as joro by wizkid which Aone knew was one of y/n’s favourite songs) plays turning the energy of the party to a slower tempo. Y/n turns to the tall boy, once more putting his hands on her waist, before pulling him closer to her, their bodies now pressed against eachother.

Aone can feel her grinding on his pants and begs to any God who’ll listen to please not let him pop a boner right now. Her mouth comes closer to his ear and he can feel her breath making shivers run down his spine. “I could feel it you know…” she whispers as his eyes widen, embarrassment from though him as he realizes she felt the first boner he popped while hugging her in the kitchen “…didn’t peg you as the type. What a pervert you are Nobu.”   

That small gesture almost made Aone cream in his pants. Almost. If not for the overwhelming shame he would feel if someone saw him, his dick was already as hard as can be. A murmur left Aone’s lips and y/n has to strain her neck to hear him over the sound of the music flowing through the house.

“What was that Nobu?”

“P-plea-ase,” he whispers, ears a bright shade of red as y/n smirks looking him in the eye to see his pupils blown out, clouded with lust and feeling his member poking her in the thigh.

“Please what Nobu?” their lips almost touching.

“..Please kiss me”

“That’s all you had to say ya damn polar bear”, finally pressing her lips on his and making the butterflies in his stomach turn into fireworks. He really couldn’t believe it. His head felt like it was about to burst from all the blood that rushed into it. Her lips felt so much better, so much better than his imagination. Her hands sliding up to his neck and slipping into the hair on the nape of his neck, he uttered a low groan giving access to y/n to slip her tongue onto his. Aone could feel his precum dampening his briefs and hoped that a dark spot wouldn’t be visible by the end of the night. She tried to break the kiss, his head leaning closer not letting her go until she tugged hard on his nape hair forcefully, a string of saliva still connecting them.

“What a needy boy”, she smirked, letting go of him to swipe at the corner of his lips. “Why didn’t I come speak to you earlier?”, he didn’t care because for him, this really was worth the wait.

 Aone was not much of a party goer, but he’d have to thank his friends in the morning for forcing him to go to this one.

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Asano Gakuhou in the official character book, p. 3-4 translation

Alright, here's the last part for this! I wonder what I'd translate next... (all E class member's parts have already been translated by others, here, for anyone interested.) Anyways, continuing with Gakuhou:

(Pages 1-2)

An interview together with Dokunichi Shinbun! (poison day newspaper)

Mr. Asano talks about education

[seriously though, wtf is that name?! I wonder if it’s some kind of a parody of Mainichi Shinbun (everyday/daily newspaper). There’s even some similarity in the kanji, the same bottom radical: poison is 毒, every is毎. Side note: Araki’s working for it after graduation.]

How Kunugigaoka was founded

[interviewer:] Why did you found this educational establishment?

[Asano:] When a famous mountain climber was asked why he climbed a mountain, he answered: “Because there was a mountain.” I’m learning from that and answer as well, “Because there were students.” Unlimited potential is hidden in all students. I can’t ignore that potential. That’s all, I just want to educate the students better.

The main thing the chairman wants to tell the students

[interviewer:] It is not reasonable/logical, it is an impulse. [still talking about the previous question, I guess]

[Asano:] That may be the way it is. Still, this isn’t just me, I guess all educators might think more or less like this.

[interviewer:] What do you want to teach the students through education?

[Asano:] People might look the same, but they all have different personalities. (There is a) relation where everyone develops their strengths and makes up for their weaknesses. If everyone in the society would realize this, mankind might be able to get over the current standstill and move on to the next step. In order to do so, at times it is necessary to separate strong will and resolution from weaknesses. I wish for my students to learn the strength to survive the next era.

A society is formed by the gathering of individuals. Improving the level of each individual will lead to the improvement of the entire world.

While conducting this interview, we saw the other side of the chairman’s real face, which was not to be included in this publication. It’s written down here.

The demon king of the school who rules everything

The chairman is not avoiding victims in order to achieve his high ideals. This easily leads to self-righteousness. In the school colored by fear, not a single person can go against the chairman.

Fear is thoroughly hammered into those students who show rebellious attitude. This in the category of education… [this sentence, under the beaten up exchange students, is left unfinished. if you add the negation nai at the end, it’d be: This is no longer in the category of education.]

Is there a feud with the E-class teacher over educational theory?

It is not that there wouldn’t be any voices of doubt against the chairman’s educational policies. Rumor has it that the there is a conflict of opinions with the teacher of the “special strengthening” E class. Details are unclear.

(Next to the ‘censored’ image of Korosensei:) What is the true form of this mysterious teacher…!?

Matsui-sensei’s behind the scenes data

He appeared in the educational world as a soldier of fortune. The ultimate system of rational education that he created is constantly observed from overseas. He also excels in moneymaking, and gets great profits from side businesses and investments, which he spends almost entirely on putting together a learning environment with excellent teachers and teaching materials. Having the assassination classroom in his school is not contradictory to his rationality, and in fact the level of the school has improved dramatically during the past year. At the same time, the harmful effects are getting beyond his control.