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Tethered(NSFW)

Yandere!Kurapika x Fem!Reader

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warnings: dubcon, Kurapika is delusional and obsessive, oral(f!receiving), breeding kink

A/N: My Yandere!Kurapika is super soft… sorry he’s not mean or crazy, he’s only a bit paranoid and obsessive

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Kurapika never enjoys chaining you up. Not only is it humiliating for you, but he hates seeing the fear and panic on your face when you can’t move.

But it was necessary today, unfortunately.

The day had started out normally. He held you in his lap, giving the top of your head soft kisses as he enjoyed his tea and a good book. You were very compliant, even leaning against his chest, into his touch.

He should have known something was up with you then. You were buttering him up, leading him into a false sense of security. Kurapika truly believed that things were getting better, that you had finally accepted your place by his side, and that maybe… you had even started to love him too.

But he had been wrong, and the truth was enough to break his heart.

Because of your good behavior as of late, he had decided to take you out on a date. You had been laying down hints that you were interested in the aquarium that had opened up in town, and it had been months since you’d last been outside of his property.

The small cabin and garden were nice, but you were getting beyond bored of it. Kurapika believed some time outside may lift your spirits, and even help the two of you bond.

He should have known better.

You were acting like the perfect little girlfriend, holding his hand, letting him explain to you the biology of some of the undersea creatures you passed by in the aquarium, and even sweetly sharing an ice cream cone with him.

It was near the end of the tour when you started looking around, squeezing your legs together.

“Are you alright?” Kurapika asked, his brows knit together in concern.

“A-ah, I’m okay… I just need to use the bathroom…”

Usually, that would have made him suspicious, but you had drank two bottles of water during the walk. He could understand that your bladder just be full, and he was calmed when he noticed you seemed embarrassed to ask him for help. You really did need to use the bathroom.

“Alright, I think I saw one near the exit.”

Kurapika guided you to the bathroom, squeezing your hand and leaning into whisper into your ear. “My angel, you have 5 minutes to get your business done with. Am I clear?”

You nodded quickly, shifting your weight. “Y-yes! Can I go now?”

He sighed, letting your hand go. Even when he was sure there was no way for you to escape, letting you go in public made him irritable. “Hurry.”

He watched you go, smiling slightly when you squeaked and avoided eye contact with any male that came within 5 feet of you. Kurapika wasn’t the type to kill anyone that came near you, but someone touching or talking to you was a different story. You were keeping others from getting hurt, something he found sweet.

If only you knew the amount of people he had killed on your behalf. Maybe you would be so complacent when he curled up with you at night.

Kurapika leaned against the wall, glancing down at the time on his phone. It had been 5 minutes already, and you had yet to walk out. Since it wasn’t busy and people often mistook him for a woman, Kurapika decided to walk in and get you himself, or at least check on you. He didn’t want to embarrass you if you had a stomach ache, so he used In to cloak his presence.

He just didn’t expect to see your plump ass wiggling and squirming as you tried to escape out of a small window.

Kurapika was less angry, more heartbroken and disappointed. He had assumed the two of you were finally getting to the point where he could trust you a little… just for you to try and escape.

“Seems you can’t be trusted, (Name).”

He watched as you flinched from the sound of his voice. It didn’t feel good to know you were afraid of him. “I hope you know this means you won’t be going anywhere anytime soon. You’ll be staying home until further notice.”

Kurapika was well aware that you knew running from him when you were in his line of sight would result in him swiftly catching you, so he waited for a moment for you to pull yourself out of the window and walk back. If you were good and stayed quiet while he drove you home, he might even forget this silly little attempt. It was unsuccessful after all… no harm, right?

But you stayed there, and he could see your thighs starting to tremble slightly from having you stand on your tippy toes to reach the window. Your entire upper half was outside…

“I’m… stuck…”

Kurapika blinked, glancing from you to the bathroom door. “You’re… stuck? Really? You didn’t think this through at all.”

“J-just help me!” you yelped, though you immediately backtracked when you felt his aura frow cold. “P-please, Pika.”

The use of the nickname you had given him before he had kidnapped you, when the two of you had been dating and in love made him calm down immediately. You didn’t use it often now, only when you really needed something or when you were in trouble. Even though he knew it was just to soften him up, he gave in every time.

He just wanted you to call him that again, for you to love him again.

“Alright…”

Kurapika walked forward, eyeing your wiggling hips with his scarlet orbs. He may not be furious, but he still felt anger and betrayal at your attempts to get away from him.

Did he not give you a carefree life, where you wanted for nothing and was pampered like a princess? Hell, the blonde had recreated your room from home to make sure you were as comfortable as possible when he kidnapped took you away.

His hand grabbed hold of your hips, squeezing the fatty flesh. It reminded him of the times before he took you, when he would hold onto you right as he fucked into your soaking cunt, whispering words of love and worship. You were his everything, and he did all of these things to keep you safe…

Couldn’t you see that? Couldn’t you understand that behind all of his actions that may seem cruel and unfair, that he did it all for you? Kurapika had thrown away his moral code, sacrificed sleep and time all for you.

Maybe he just had to remind you how good it felt to be with him.

He started off with a soft caress to the small of your back, slowly moving his hand to cup your ass. You let out a yelp, your wiggling increasing. “K-Kurapika, what are you-“

He squeezed harder, his thumb rubbing against your clothes cunt. “Quiet. You just need a little reminder, my angel. You won’t want to leave again after this…”

Kurapika bent down, lifting your skirt to get to your panties. He couldn’t help the pride that swelled up in his chest when he saw the wet spot already forming. Just his touch could get you like this…

“Oh, my little angel… is this why you’ve been so restless? Been missing me?” he muttered to himself, giving a soft kiss to your clothed pussy. “I’m sorry… I wanted to give you space to get used to your new home, I should have been taking care of you better.”

You could only whine, feeling his hands easily pry open your thighs. Your panties were ripped off, tossed to the side so he could get to your pretty, dripping cunt.

“How I’ve missed you…” he said softly, giving your pussy a soft kiss. “I love you so much… let me take care of you, like I used to…”

You were barely able to hold back your moans as his tongue lapped at your folds softly, finding your clit within seconds. He couldn’t help smirking when you pressed your pussy against tongue. You wanted more, you were just too shy to say it… right?

He sucked softly on your clit, his fingers teasing your hole as you panted. “P-please…” you whispered, your legs shaking. Your face was hot and you were starting to sweat, the outside air muggy from the small rainstorm earlier that day. “Need it…”

And he complied, fucking you on his fingers. His other hand kept a hold of your hip as his tongue lapped softly at your clit. “Whatever you want, my angel. Anything you ask for is yours…”

Kurapika kept at it until you cried out his name, moving your hips to meet his fingers. “G-gonna-!”

You came, making a mess on his hand. He didn’t mind at all though, feeling a sense of satisfaction as he licked away the mess. “There we go… you must feel better now, right?”

You nodded, but he couldn’t see that so you answered softly, still recovering. “Y-yeah…”

It did feel good… but you still didn’t want to be trapped with him. You had loved Kurapika once, and maybe you still cared for him to some extent, but being kidnapped and forced into isolation where he was your only company would drive anyone insane…

“I wanna… go home…” you murmured, feeling him pull your panties back over your ass. He seemed to enjoy taking care of you like this. Dressing you, brushing your teeth, doing your hair… even though you could do it all yourself, he insisted on helping you.

Maybe he wanted to feel useful so you would willing stay with him. A willing lover was much better than a captive one.

As he tugged your skirt into place, he grabbed your hips and easily pulled you out of the window. You sighed in relief, though that didn’t last long.

You felt the familiar cold sensations of chains wrapping around you, keeping your arms pressed against your side and unusable. You had been hoping he wouldn’t punish you since he had been so sweet.. but it seemed your actions were still enough to at least slightly anger him.

“Since you can’t be trusted, you’re going to stay like this the whole way home. And when we’re back…”

He formed a chain on her wrist that linked to his. “You’ll be tethered to me at all times, until you can learn to behave.”

He seemed weirdly excited about this, his face nuzzling softly against your neck as he walked you to his car.

You were starting to realize this was less of a punishment for you, and more of a treat for him.

Well… at least he seemed happy and wasn’t staring at you coldly before leaving you alone for months. That was the usual punishment. Isolation from even him. When Kurapika was the only human you received human contact and interaction from, it was torture being ignored.

So you counted yourself lucky, only pouting a little at his clingy nature.

‘Surely she understands my love and devotion to her her now.’

He deluded himself into thinking everything was okay… you were by his side, letting him hold you close as the two of you were linked together by the short chain.

In reality, you didn’t want to move away from him and get him in a sour mood after your behavior earlier. So you stayed still and quiet, your face slightly warm as he muttered those same words of adoration that you’d hear every time the two of you made love.

Your heart was beating fast, even though you didn’t want to feel these fuzzy feelings. You still loved him, forever tethered to him whether you liked it or not.

Escape was looking less and less likely… so instead of thinking about it too much, you tried your best to relax, feeling him harden against you.

Would it be so bad to have sex with the man that stole you away from the life you had before? He had been your boyfriend, and god you were too horny to even think as he tugged your panties to the side.

“You want this?” Kurapika asked, his cock rubbing against your needy pussy.

“Y-yes, please Pika!”

And he couldn’t deny you… not when you were begging for him.

His thrusts were messy, full of need and desperation for you. Kurapika had missed this, missed being inside of your warm, tight cunt. It had been months since he had last buried himself inside of you, days before your relationship was changed forever due to him stealing you away.

It felt so good, the both of you feeling all the tension fading away as you were able to focus on nothing but the feeling of your bodies joining together.

“P-Pika!”

His heart pounded in his chest when he heard you call for him. There was no underlying motive, you just wanted him, wanted him to hold you and make you feel good like he did before. You still loved him so much, it hurt. It hurt your very sole to be so reliant on someone that stole your freedom.

“I’m here… shh…”

He quieted you with a kiss, his tongue dancing with yours as you came. Kurapika couldn’t help the way his cock twitched inside of you as he thought about the possibility this creampie could get your pregnant.

One of the things he wanted in life was a family, to continue the Kurta clan bloodline. And you, panting softly after coming down from your high, were the only one he wanted to make a mother.

“Let’s get you cleaned up…”

Kurapika carried you to the bathroom, undressing you. Before, he may have been flustered at the sight of your naked body, but he had been dating you for nearly three years… if you counted the 6 months you’d been held captive with him.

Your body still made him blush, but it was familiar, warm. Safe.

After a quick bath, the two of you curled up in bed together. You didn’t have much of a choice considering the chain keeping the two of you tethered, but even if you weren’t tied to each other, you still would have wanted his comfort after sex.

“Did so well…” he whispered, kissing your forehead. No matter what you did, Kurapika was always so gentle with you.

You could kick, yell, bite, insult him, and scream at the top of your lungs, but he would only restrain you and hold you close. His touch was never rough or meant to hurt you…

“Tired, Pika…”

He hummed softly, his thumb stroking your cheek. “Sleep. I’ll be here, like always.”

It was meant to reassure you, but the thought of never being able to escape him still made you uneasy. Even if you did love him, even if he made you feel good and fuzzy inside… your freedom would still always be out of your reach.

Regardless, it had been a long day, and sleep took you without any consideration for your feelings.

As you dozed off, Kurapika just watched you. He was hopeful that soon enough, he would no longer have to keep you chained for him.

All he wanted was for you to stay with him, to be happy by his side…

And as you slept, curled up in his arms, he smiled softly.

You would always be with him, safe in his arms and away from the nasty outside world full of hate and misery.

He would keep you happy, make sure you were never hurt in any way. His mind couldn’t rest when you weren’t by his side… he needed you just as much as he needed to keep you safe.

Kurapika’s eyes grew heavy, and he knew that soon, he would join you in sleep. He could rest easy, knowing that his darling was right here with him, content and asleep.

“I love you, my precious angel. I hope you know that…”

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ask-con-command · 6 hours ago

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uh oh.

ok mod here lol. so its been like a year since ive updated this blog. uh oh!

ive had a bunch of shit go down in the past year or so and...well, id like to pick it up again so. im gonna start trying to answer asks again. for real this time. lol. and idk who will even read this but well. thanks for the support here.

ive been too tired to devote myself to a project, even a for fun little ask blog, and that blows. so im gonna try again. thanks for the likes and reblogs and especially the nice tags. it really means a lot.

maybe i should make a whole new post for this lol but...well, i had a bit of a story i was working towards here, and im afraid i just dont remember much of it anymore...HAHAH. ah.

anyway, where this goes now depends on what kind of asks yall wanna send in. i could do some bio posts--honestly i *should* probably do some bio posts huh. mm. maybe this needs a soft reboot too.

anyway. ramble over. keep it cool. ik this probably isnt a big deal or anything. i guess it kind of is for me though HAHAH.

#g1 #maccadams #soundwave #not an ask #........HELLO. AGAIN.#also part of the joke here is that he doesnt have an alarm clock. i was too lazy to look one up as ref and then i decided that was funny

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snailsgoingdowntown · 9 days ago

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Help, I Reincarnated as the Female Lead’s Sister-in-Law!

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Chapter 7

‘Slight’ Yandere! Dion Agriche x Fem! Reader

Arranged marriage AU

Warnings: themes of obsession and maybe possessiveness, implied thought of suicide once (1), toxic relationship/marriage, slight themes of misogynistic society (??? Probably???), implied guilt and regret, ooc Dion. Please tell me if I missed anything.

NSFW warnings: sexual fantasies (Dion: implied unprotected sex, unprotected frottage, oral (fem receiving), clit stimulation, mention of fingering), one (1) dry hump, teasing, mention/implied masturbation, offers of oral (male receiving) and handjob, slightly sexually frustrated Dion (he might die if u don’t kiss him eventually), mention/implications of non-con twice (2) (no he does not non-con you), DUB-CON. Please tell me if I missed anything.

NOTE: I gave the Reader’s brother a name because I dislike writing (family member’s name) unless it’s like the parents. Probably. Also going to tag this as smut just in case.

Main story is slightly different from the drabbles for reasons.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THE HARMFUL AND/OR DANGEROUS/TOXIC ACTIONS AND/OR BEHAVIORS THAT MAY TAKE PLACE IN THIS PIECE OF FICTION. THESE ACTIONS/BEHAVIORS SHOULD NOT BE NORMALIZED AS THEY ARE BOTH EXTREMELY TOXIC AND DANGEROUS.

MINORS/BLANK BLOGS/BLOGS THAT DO NOT INTERACT WITH/REBLOG WITH FANDOM STUFF DNI AND PLEASE DO NOT SPAM LIKE MY POSTS.

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Something throbs against your bottom.

Breath catching in your throat, your heartbeat speeds up. Your husband doesn’t make any attempt to move, still hovering above you. He’s so close that you could feel his chest against your back with each and every exhale. Despite his… bodily reaction, he doesn’t grind against you. Doesn’t nibble on your ear or slide his hands until they’re groping at your chest, lifting you enough to do so.

No, he just stays and his breath makes your ear tingle. You need to get out of this.

“H-hey… mind getting off? I need to change…” You wiggle a bit, aiming to escape his one-sided ‘embrace,’ if you could even call it that. Only to immediately stop once he hisses through his teeth, one hand flying to hold your hips still. You cease all actions and breathing becomes difficult.

All is silent.

The air becomes heavy and awkward. You dare not move. The risk of rubbing against him is high and you’d rather avoid giving him the wrong idea. Ah, but how should you go about this situation? You can’t exactly move and begging would elicit a less than desirable response from him - he likes seeing you cry, so begging might give him the same thrill.

Seconds feel like minutes and minutes like hours. Dion doesn’t move against you nor away from you. However, his fingers dig into your hip, and you hold back the whimper from the sharp pain caused by his grasp. You’re stuck and don’t know how to escape.

…but he is your husband. You don’t want to do that again, to be used as a fleshlight as he enjoys himself while you shake in his arms from the pain. It was humiliating. Awful.

But your mother would tell you to go along with it. Lant would expect it. Your sister would comfort you, saying that it’s only natural, normal for married couples to engage in sexual intercourse. As for your father… he was always too awkward to discuss the subject.

Besides, you already told him that you refuse to go through it again. That he could jack off and you would shove his sperm into your cunt so it could reach your fertile womb.

You also don’t want to give birth to his child. However, you had no say so in that area - a child should be the result of any marriage. You scowl. While things were different in your old, modern world, things were vastly different here. A child was expected, needed in most cases.

And this was one of them.

His cock throbs again.

… you could offer to jerk him off again. Maybe use your mouth if you’re feeling daring, suck on and twirl your tongue around the tip as your hands work the shaft. You’ll even swallow if it means he’ll stay far, far away from your cunt. It doesn’t matter if his cum is bitter and sour.

When he throbs against you for the third time, you bring up your offer, your voice faltering with each word. When he takes a sharp breath, you know that you signed your death certificate. If accepted, you won’t be able to turn back.

Wasn’t Dion Agriche supposed to be immune to sexual desires? From what you saw from spoilers, he was dense when it came to romance, so why was he acting this way? …then again, nothing about this was romantic.

“I don’t need it.” was his response. In spite of that, he doesn’t move, voice husky and dripping with lust. You despise yourself for the shiver running down your body while your ear tingles as his breath hits it. It seems that you’re also weak to physical pleasure regardless of your wariness and fear.

If only your body was more receptive last night.

“Then why are you still on me? Holding my hip no less.” If your head wasn’t so fuzzy with sleep, if today had gone in a less confusing direction, would you still act the same? Or would you stay quiet as a mouse, waiting for Dion to take you while your stomach churns and you swallow bile down?

“To stop you from squirming,” he deadpans like his fingers weren’t digging into your poor hip.

“And your hand around my throat?”

“To see your reaction.”

This isn’t going anywhere. You’re just running in circles as the man denies himself and keeps you in purgatory. Can’t somebody knock on the door, forcing him to get up and leave?

You think you should be more scared. You are, but it melts into something worse than annoyance. Why can’t he let you sleep? Leave you alone and pretend you don’t exist.

“You didn’t tell me why you’re still on top of me,” pointing out as you lift your shoulder the slightest bit, silently telling him to get out of your personal space. After a pause he lets go of your neck, hoisting himself up a bit. It’s not much, but at least he isn’t as close.

He throbs against you a fourth time.

Please, please for the love of everything that is holy, let him calm down. No sane man would get horny after saying such awful things.

You forgot he wasn’t sane.

“Your reactions are interesting.”

“... Well, you saw them - that should be enough, no?” You’re debating if you should headbut him. Tomorrow, you’re going to question your own sanity, wondering what gave you the bravery of becoming so bold. Chucking yourself into the nearest river won’t be enough.

Time stops when your husband’s thumb starts rubbing circles into your hip. It’s gentle but suggestive all the same. No, no, no - you don’t want to fuck him again. You don’t want to bare yourself to him, to allow his fingers to rub at your clit as he thrusts in and out of your most sensitive area. You don’t want him to lick your twitching clit or tug his hair as he eats you out again.

It was too much, too painful.

You already told him as such.

“D-D-Dion.” You hate how your voice shakes, choking on his name. You hate how loud your gulp is. You hate how you’re going to offer your mouth and hands to him again. You hate the fact that you’re going to sit back and act how your mother and sister told you to.

He hums, hand moving from your hip to your back, tracing your spine again. You fail in holding back the small gasp that slips through. How is it possible for him to get harder just from that!?

Your toes curl as he gives a small hump, only to harshly stiffen. Did he not mean to do that?

“A-as long as we don’t… do it, then I’ll be happy to help you.” His hips struggle to stay still at your words, your husband clearly getting excited. He shouldn’t be like this. He should have left you alone and obsess over Roxana.

But your gut is telling you that you switched places with her. That can’t be true though - he’s just playing with you for now. Raising your hopes up that he’ll be a ‘decent’ husband only to shatter the illusion once he gets tired of you. Honestly, after giving it some thought, you’re not sure which one is worse.

“You have a lot of trouble with saying the word ‘sex’. It’s cute.” Dion muses, deciding to break his promise of not touching you further by ghosting his lips along the back of your neck, stopping between your shoulder blades.

“M-mmh… You promised not to touch,” you shakily breath out, ignoring how he called you ‘cute.’ Your toes curl again, chest heaving a bit as you force your breathing to stay steady. Fingers digging into the sheets, your head starts to feel dizzy - he’s being much more intimate, choosing to be teasing and lover-like.

How long has it been since you tingle down there? You hate it, hate how his touches are starting to set the mood. It’s despicable.

“You also said you didn’t come here for this.”

“People are allowed to change their minds.” Your husband doesn’t go further than this. You wonder what his expression is. What he’s thinking while scared of the reality of everything. Should you be direct with your refusal? Would he even care? Bother to listen?

Breathing in, you decide to test your luck.

“But I haven’t.” Again, he stays practically glued to you. “So, please.” Unable to finish, you only shut your eyes tight, praying to whatever God that would listen. After what seems like hours he completely removes himself from you. Relief fills you as you’re freed, air easier to take in.

It slightly irks you when he doesn’t apologize. The moment you wake up tomorrow, dawn breaking and memories fresh, you might consider killing yourself. To avoid any possible harsh and inhuman punishment Dion may give you for rejecting him. But tonight, right now as your head is fuzzy and your body falling victim to sleep, you couldn’t care less.

You’re just happy and grateful he listened.

Now only your body would do the same.

“You should change and sleep.” No emotion in his voice. Remorse, guilt, annoyance, hatred - nonexistent. You are a bit worried about it but you can only close your eyes. Thinking is becoming hard.

How can you talk to him so freely? Minutes ago you were scared that the man would rape you. Yet now you’re back to being fine? Madness really is contagious.

“I don’t think I can… that’s not an invitation.” Making your thoughts and expectations clear, you think you can faintly hear the scolding of your mother. You’ll fret over tonight later.

The world ceases to exist around you, falling into the abyss before you could hear him sigh.

- - -

He was hoping you would change your mind. The most painful part was over with - as long as he took his time with you, it shouldn’t hurt as much.

He would have played with your clit until you were whining for his fingers. To flick the nub back and forth with his tongue until you complain, saying he was being unfair. To rub the tip of his cock against both your entrance and clit until your hips were bucking against him, trying to slip him in.

But dreams don't always come true.

Dion accepted as such, realizing that it was far too early to have sex again anytime soon. He could live without it. For a while. Hopefully the same goes for you, otherwise…

Well, his left arm would suffer a lot.

… this isn’t like him. It’s strange and confuses him. You confuse him. But the questions could be saved for later, when his own eyes aren’t becoming heavy with sleep deprivation, the eye bags getting worse.

He looks at your sleeping figure, halfway undone dress and corset still on. He considers stripping and changing you into the silk nightgown that he threw onto your back earlier. But seeing how the interaction from earlier went, he decides against it.

He should call for Hana.

Scarlet eyes stare hard at you. You look so comfortable, so peaceful - he wants to ruin it. Yet, at the same time, he wants to leave you be, to have a moment of peace in this hell. Your husband settles for the latter. Consideration sometimes overwrites sadistic pleasures.

… something really is wrong with him. He wasn’t raised with consideration in mind yet here he is.

Walking to the closet, opening the doors and picking nightclothes at random, Dion wonders how bad you’ll freak out tomorrow. If you’ll cry and beg for forgiveness once you’re able to talk and think. Or if you’ll play pretend and give him a nervous smile once the shock wears off.

Maybe when he closes his eyes and slips into the dreamworld, he’ll be blessed with a dream of where you’ll accept him as is, faults and all. But as Dion slips his shirt on, he knows it’s next to impossible.

For tomorrow, when you wake up to his sleeping face, you’ll find an isolated corner to hide in. Tonight will only be looked back on with regret filling your mind.

That’s how it always starts.

- - -

“Is it too early to write to sister?” a boyish voice asks. Your father looks up from his paperwork, heavy bags under his eyes. Standing in front of his desk in his office stands your brother - (e/c) eyes filled with impatience and worry. His hands are behind his back, nails digging into skin.

The twelve-year-old boy has to physically stop himself from grabbing your father by the shoulders and shake him, demanding answers. Out of every man to marry you to, every family to give you to… why did he choose the worst of the worst?

Weren’t there any better options?

Your father goes back to his paperwork, pen gliding across the sheets. “It’s not, but be mindful of your words. No need to give your sister more stress. God knows she’s already tipping on the verge of insanity.”

He doesn’t see the point in lying. Everyone with a brain knows he basically sent you to your early grave - it was only a matter of time until the Agriche family drives you crazy. And that’s putting it lightly.

His reputation as a man and father has been ruined beyond belief. In spite of that, many still pitied him, rumors going around that he was forced to give you away. Others say that he wanted a bit of the power your new in-laws would lend him after the marriage. However, no-one would dare to ask him directly.

“... am I supposed to wish her luck on her new happy marriage? Or should I tell her how lucky she is to get sold into such a wealthy and warm family?”

Slam!

“Zachary (Last name)! Enough. This is a political matter; you won’t understand until you get older.” Your father slammed his palms against the surface of the desk, papers flying and pen dropping to the floor. It rolls under the desk.

“Understand…? What is there to understand? Anyone with a brain cell knows that she won’t last long. Maybe a month if she’s lucky.” Zachary argues back, stomping towards the desk. A staring contest breaks out between the two males - your father is the first to look away.

Running a hand through his greying hair, he heavily breathes out. “Everything will… work out.”

“Work out? What do you mean by that? This isn’t some experiment -”

“Listen,” your father leaves his position to walk towards your brother, grabbing his shoulders. “Your sister is strong. There is no need to worry.”

“She’s as strong as a single match.”

“That’s just rude. But yes, she won’t go crazy… immediately.”

“You just said she’s tipping on the verge of insanity.”

“It’s a figure of speech.”

The argument goes nowhere, both males refusing to back down. Your brother was always hard headed - this wasn’t the first argument that has broken out between father and son, nor will it be the last. However, the context of this one is grave. It involves you.

“Zac,” your father affectionately refers to him by his nickname, “it’s good that you’re worried about your sister. I’m worried too; but now is not the time to think the worst. Right now, you should offer her support… cheer her up.”

What a lousy way of pushing aside the pressing issue.

Zac doesn’t say anything. In the end, he sighs before nodding his head. “Alright. I understand, father.”

Your father accepts his answer. “Good. Now, like I said, do be mindful of what you write. Right now is a sensitive time.”

‘Which means that the Agriche family is going to read through the letter first before giving it to her,’ Zac thinks. Alright, fine. That’s fine.

Not like he practiced writing sugary words with hidden meanings the moment he heard of your engagement. With a teacher he hates but still followed regardless. The results of his teaching better yield positive results. For everyone’s safety - especially your brother’s.

“I’ll tell her how you cried for two hours straight.”

“...Zachary.”

#yandere twtptfob #twtptflob #twtptflob x reader #the way to protect the female lead's older brother #yandere dion agrece x reader #dion agrece #dion agriche x reader #yandere dion x reader #yandere dion agriche x reader #twtptflob smut #dion agrece smut #dion agriche smut #yandere #yandere x reader

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babsvibes · 2 months ago

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To see your fortune, keep reading. Thank you @drawthething for the perfect spooky cute graphic, and happy halloween!

The Jack-O’-Lentil Burger

Lemme see, gimme your hand, come on come on. Oh. Oh wooow, yeah I’m getting some big energy here. Huge. It’s saying… you want an ice cream sundae with lots of chocolate sauce and nuts on the side. Or wait, maybe I’m just hungry. Or wait! Maybe not. This could be a sign that you should look for the sweeter things in life. Do it on purpose! Say “I’m gonna be sweet to me” … no go on say it. “I’m gonna be sweet!” There you go, there they are. Hey maybe you can find a bunch of trick-or-treaters and swipe a candy or two, haha! Just kidding… To enjoy the sweeter things in life, reblog fanart you enjoy with something nice in the tags!

If Looks Could Kale Burger

And that’s when I tell Ginger “hey, who’s the one driving this mustard on wheels” and she goes- huh? Ohhh, right right, the fortune thing, right. You should, uh, avoid dark tunnels and also take an umbrella. For the dark tunnel. Wait no don’t go in the dark tunnel. Wait, let me see your hand again. To always have an umbrella if you need one or don’t, find one of your favorite posts and reblog it again!

Beets of Burden Burger

Oh! Ah, nuts. You, uh, might not like this one. You’re going to lose something soon. It's not the end of the world, but it’s not fun either. Like, oh, one time I lost Gene’s favorite nickel. That was a rough two weeks. He couldn’t even be bribed with special crackers! Sorry, hon. To find your lost item or Gene’s favorite nickel, spend three minutes with a project you’re working on!

Texas Chainsaw Mass-Curd Burger

Look at you, so pretty, such a lovely face. And your hands! Oh, I’d kill for these hands. Not that I would, no I wouldn’t… maaaybee :) Okay, let’s see. Oooo I love it, you’re going to get good news soon! Maybe from me because I won’t steal your hands? Probably not, but there is good news coming. Alriiight, good one! To keep Linda from stealing your hands, leave a comment on one of your favorite fanfics!

Rest in Peas Burger

Uhhn yuhh yuhh gagaga oo… I got it! You know that thing? You know, the thing? Yeah, I think a solution is coming your way. But you might not like it. What’s important is that you look on the sunny side, and there is a sunny side! That’s what I tell my Bobby all the time. He uh… he’s getting there with the whole cheery thing. Sorta. To enjoy a "Keep Your Sunny Side Up and Your Cloudy Side Down, Stay Positive, Bobby, Things Are Gonna Be Okay Burger,” spend three minutes with a project you’re working on!

Every Breath You Tikka Masala Burger

Come on, what do we got? Hmmm, oh yeah it’s coming to me. I’m seeing… three bats and a purple tophat. The bats can’t wear the tophat. It doesn’t fit their head. Oh god, they’re trying anyway. Don’t do that, little bats! You’ll get smooshed! N- oh, no, okay yeah they’re fine. And they’re so cute, awww dressed up in their hats, adorable. I think that’s a good thing? To… accept whatever that was, share a draft that you’re proud of!

Sympathy for the Deviled Egg Burger

You might need to give me a minute, my brain bucket feels busted. Tina’s got a spooky secret admirer, and we’ve been trying to figure out who it is all day. Being a fortune teller isn’t an easy job, but neither is being a mom! Haha! Noo I love it, I love it. Maybe your fortune should be thanking someone who has helped you grow? Hmm, I AM getting a strong sense of loyalty. Maybe check in on someone, and make sure to let them know how you’re doing too. To spread the love, send a kind ask to a blog you admire!

Onion-Tended Consequences Burgers

Oh my god! Is this blood on your hands?! Or is it… tch, it’s just a bit of ketchup, so silly! Are you a prankster or a murderer? You were just eating fries? Yeah okay, sure sure sweetie… um, your fortune is that sometimes people jump to conclusions. Sometimes even you. Take a second and remember most people are just being a little silly, not intentionally mean. And most people are definitely not going to tell their husbands they met a murderer today. To get away with any other alleged crimes, post a headcanon or find one you enjoy and share it!

Human Polenta-Pede Burger

Mmmmhhhmm mmm umuinimumunim. Oh no. Sweetie, I’m so sorry, but you’re going to get food stuck in your teeth. And it’s going to be green! And the waiter’s going to see! Oh this is horrible, maybe we can take your teeth out? No, no we can’t do that… To laugh it off with the waiter, spend three minutes with a project you’re working on!

I’ve Created a Muenster Burger

Now this is a juicy one! Did you do something a liiittle naughty? Something involving the letter M? Or J? Or B? Oh yeah, I can tell, but that’s okay! Everyone has a bit of a wild story they’re hiding. Like this one time, I turned my back on Louise when she was a baby for two seconds! Two! And the next thing I know, she had crawled on top of the fridge with a packet of Froo Froo Fruities snacks and refused to come down. Can you believe that? Ohhh, but she was fine. She doesn’t even remember the bump she took coming down, so it all turned out okay. You’ll turn out okay too, I promise. To lessen the swelling, recommend a fanwork to someone!

#babsbles #bob’s burgers #bobs burgers #fortune telling #psychic reading #I Get Psy-chic Out of You #linda belcher #fandom games #fandom game

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 8 months ago

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WIBTA if I send in screen shots to someone that made a callout post about a former friend?

Please read this entire thing before your decision. I understand the "blurb" may make me seem like a backstabber and someone you wouldn't trust, but I have my reasons I'll detail why this person is a former friend.

I'm a former friend of someone we'll call Marie. Marie, idk how to explain it, but she kind of didn't care about anyone but herself. Anytime someone would talk about something she'd make it about herself and it was very annoying. Marie also would make a lot of us uncomfortable at times. She said some racial slurs to us various times and claimed it wasn't racist. One was towards me and I asked her not to, basically I told her she can't call me a slur because she's white and made me feel uncomfortable. The other was some Irish thing I had to google because our friend who is Irish was uncomfortable and I'm still horrified with what I saw.

Marie would reblog my vent posts on tumblr a lot. None was ever to console me. One was where she reblogged and said "this would be a good ice breaker for a date." I did go off on her since at the time I had such a nasty break up and my vent had absolutely nothing to do with that. Now here's the issue, besides reblogging my vent posts, someone archived her reblog of my vent posts on the wayback. Multiple ones. I contacted wayback, but they said they only delete archives if the blog owner makes a statement on their blog. For reference, i have had multiple chronic stalkers and Marie was very well aware of it. So I already had wayback not allow archives of my blog because one stalker was using it to archive everything on me online. So a stalker found a loophole in the form of Marie. Now, this was before Tumblr had allowed us to disable reblogs. So no jumping to the comments saying it's my fault when this was years ago before that function was available. So, Marie refused and told me its whatever and if anything they were probably archiving her edits despite all of the archives on her blog had my vents she reblogged, like every single time she reblogged it got archived.

Now lastly, Marie was one of those people who would never celebrate anyone's victories. It was so weird, someone could say "oh, I got a new camera for my photography" and she'd say something like "in 3rd grade someone shat on my camera, so I never got a new camera". It would make stuff so awkward and make us not want to talk in our discord. I got a scholarship one year she decided to go to school (she was 12 years out of highschool) and she lost her financial aid in one semester because she didn't do any of her school work! Yet somehow "the government picks favorites and doesn't want to pay people that deserve it". Her words, I was very offended since she knew I worked full time, was a POC, and was not eligible for financial aid. Let me have the scholarship win without making it about you!

So one day I just blocked her everywhere after I deleted the friend discord we had. It wasn't right after, I waited over a year and became more and more distant. She did contact me again, but surprise surprise, she wanted me to help build her a website for her "oni-sona". I declined and we haven't spoken since.

Now the callout part. She has a callout under her new alias and it has her previous too. In this callout it's talking a lot about how she treats people like shit and uses them for her own gain. It details as well to not support her or any of her projects because she steals (idk about that, I've personally never witnessed it, but I'm believing OP because everything else is true.)

Now, would I be the AH if I submit stuff to add to the callout? I was just going to send in how she reblogged my vents and someone archived them on wayback and she refused to contact way back to delete them despite knowing I had stalkers. Maybe I'll submit more stuff, but not caring I had stalkers is my biggest gripe and something I think should be added since she allowed my stalkers to do that.

#aita #am i the asshole

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vtoriacore · 2 years ago

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✧ all eyes on you

note: this gotta be my fave vil piece ive ever written god damn i think this is me at my peak with writing. ill never write so well again and that sucks 💀 this is like 2.4k words and i swear half of it is vils outfit description /j someone also tell me why this is becoming a vil cantered blog LMAO

warning: slightly suggestive? bit of kissing at the end but nothing explicit! some jealousy that could be interpreted as slightly yandere/toxic but not really. gn!reader

synopsis: i cannot be bothered coming up with something elaborate after writing this. -> you're in a club. you dance w a random person. vil sees you. lights camera action bestie, the stage is yours to share and exit to the very end.

reblogs much appreciated, mwah 💞💓

He's already had too much Hennessy, he knew it. But looking at you through his translucent, violet sun glasses (perfectly matching his alluring eyes) he couldn't help but want to drink you in even more. It was no surprise you were here, in the same damn exclusive club as him, dancing with some nobody - no chemistry, no feelings attached.

He gripped the glass tighter, sharp lavender nails digging into his palm enough to leave marks. The sight was nothing short of infuriating, and he wanted to do nothing more but to rip you away from the leech vying for your attention when it should only be on him. Slamming the drink onto the table with a low growl, he stood up, all eyes immediately on him.

And why wouldn't they be? As always, he was the best dressed on the scene - the rich lilac, laced, mini slip-dress perfectly hugging his curves and off shoulder matching bolero cardigan accentuating his clavicles. And with every click of his six inch plum coloured t-strap d'orsay platforms (perfectly matching the beat of the current song) he grew more and more aware of the irony of the scene; virtually everyone was admiring his form, none of whom he would spare a single glance, but you.

Golden, diamond shaped earrings jangling as he walked (something he found rather irritating the more he focused on it), Vil tucked his purse closer to his side with a nonchalant flip of his platinum blonde locks. Normally, he'd feel very confident with his stature and mannerisms, but the way you still haven't graced him with even a single look, he felt it diminish. Oh, how he hated, down-right despised the effect you had on him! What right did you, so insignificant- ah no, that'd be too harsh considering he only ever silently sought out your approval and affection, but he'd digress. What right did you have making him feel this worthless, when he has never looked better? Never felt better?

The première of this new movie, Vil being the lead protagonist, was supposed to be the best fucking night of his life! He'd already strolled the red carpet as if he owned the event, knowing damn well it wasn't the truth because even then he was only seeking your eyes and finding them to be on anything but him. How could you disregard him so coldly, even now as he was approaching your form, more restless than ever?

"[Name], fancy seeing you here of all places," voice levelled, Vil addressed you directly; he wanted you to feel nervous under his gaze once you turned, it's what you deserve after causing him this much distress when it was supposed to be his big night. His official debut into the world of heroism.

"Ah, Schoenheit. Of course you'd run into me," he absolutely hated your wording, you were making him seem desparate - and although he was, you had no right even alluding to such thing!

"Disregarding that, it's quite rude not facing someone when they're speaking to you," he felt his nerves almost snap, seeing you turn around only to grace him with a teasing smirk, head tilted and eyes full of recognition.

"What, you miss me checking you out?" you licked your bottom lip, and it drove him almost as insane as your biting remark.

"I have the whole world focused on me, the last thing I'd need is you 'checking' me out," he rolled his eyes, shimmery gold eyeshadow accentuating the gesture.

"And here I thought we'd finally get some privacy so I could admire you," you laughed, and it brought him great satisfaction seeing the person behind you narrow their eyes in discontent. Without so much as a word, they slinked away with a small click of their tongue, something Vil would comment on in a later interview just out of spite. Was it petty? Maybe, but no one disrespects him and gets away with it - especially if they dare affiliate themselves with you.

"Is that what you were hoping for?" Vil raised a perfectly done eyebrow, crossing his arms in the process. He loved the way your eyes momentarily travelled to his chest before meeting his again.

"Sure, we can go with that if it soothes your ego," you looked to the left, observing the crowd watching the interaction with great interest before narrowing your eyes at the person who walked away from you. It irked him that you cared enough about that leech to even remember dancing with them, but your annoyance at them made it worth it - it was a sign you wouldn't seek them out at the very least!

"Interesting you'd say that, seeing your own just got shattered by . . . who was that again? One of the background characters who couldn't act to save their own life?" he knew his perfect, award winning smile would irritate you as always - it was both a great pleasure and a disdain seeing you vexxed by the accusation.

"You're the one who interrupted me, you know," you placed a hand on your hip, staring Vil down (well, up), and his eyes couldn't help but rake over the upper half of your body. He knew it was probably the alcohol doing most of the thinking, but coupled with the ultraviolet lighting , he just couldn't help but wonder how good you'd feel against him in that moment - away from prying eyes of course.

"I did you a favour dear, I assume you've seen them seizing up our director just then?" you merely shrugged at the assertion, instead focusing on your perfectly done nails.

"Yeah I figured they'd try him next, anything for the headlines speculating who they're fucking, no?" you smiled once you finished your unnecessary examination, looking at Vil once more. He couldn't help but let out a low chuckle at the accusation, so genuine it turned a few heads your direction once more. And oh did Vil absolutely relish the envious stares directed your way, knowing damn well none of them could take your place.

"Very bold statement, you do know it's going to make the news and affect my own reputation?" he leaned in, whispering directly into your ear and yet all you could focus on was the gold rimmed necklace with the initials of your first and last name. Once he pulled away, Vil simply smiled - the way you suddenly flushed up made him somewhat giddy. There was no way in hell you'd even direct your gaze on anything other than him for the rest of the night, and the countless rumours of this encounter coupled with the accessory were certainly going to keep you up at night.

"W-well . . . With what you're pulling right now, I could really say the same," he found your aggrevated stutter endearing, simply shrugging as if unaffected by anything you do when the contrary applied.

"You're acting as if it isn't going to be good publicity, with your role as the lead romantic interest, this could be good for both of us," Vil knew you couldn't disagree with this, watching as for once you tried coming up with something to dspute the statement, to no avail.

"Whatever, I've had too much to drink to deal with this," you sighed out, beginning to walk away from him. This of course, wouldn't do - you were once again making him seem as if he were the one that should be following after you.

"Right, goodnight [Name]," he nodded at your back, beginning to turn around only to stop short once he noticed you turn your head, eyes brimming with confusion; it was perfect, you didn't expect a single thing and fell straight for the bait!

" . . . Oh," you furrowed your eyebrows, so softly no one but him would catch on. He was so used to seeing and observing you that by now, Vil had perfectly memorised each and every one of your gestures and mannerisms. This, although something he prided himself on as he was quite perceptive, was simply maddening. His hyper-awareness of having you on his mind too much and for way too long didn't help this fact either.

"What is it?" he was going to get a straightforward answer from you for a change, and he realised you knew it from the little twitch of your lips. You certainly weren't an easy read, to the outsiders of course.

"Well, I just thought . . ." you were reluctant to voice your thoughts, coaxing him into softening his features as silent encouragement - something you picked up on after a few brief seconds.

"I just thought you might want to come somewhere more quiet, with me" you almost whispered, no doubt letting the alcohol affect some of your judgement. Under normal circumstances, Vil knew you'd probably make more sassy remarks but this? You weren't even attempting to make your tone seem insincere, face devoid of your usual show of defiance to anything he does. Such simple action, and yet it had his pulse quicken by too much of a large margin to be considered a normal reaction.

"On second thought, that seems like the perfect remedy for my oncoming headache," he let a faux smile overtake his face, walking closer and closer up to you, until your arms were brushing against each other. To anyone else, it'd simply seem as though the club was too full, but you both knew the intimacy that came with the action - Vil found it unnerving, just how warm it made his face feel when he's already kissed you countless times, both in practice and for the official filming of the scenes. But he did suppose this was something done out of one's volition, so who could realistically fault him for feeling this way?

"You know, absolutely no one uses the corner booths, even though they're all secluded from the main body of the building and perfect to hide away," you spoke up, rather shyly for someone of your disposition, but Vil found it absolutely delightful. Everything he'd done in an effort to get you to himself was finally paying off.

"Well, this is a club for a reason. Most people don't come here to sit around," he purposefully brushed his fingers against yours, the cold, no doubt expensive jewelled rings causing goosebumps to erupt all over your arm.

"Hah, surely they get tired at some point," you playfully rolled your eyes as the both of you walked through a dark archway, music slowly fading to a pleasant, muted buzz.

"Alcohol seems to have the opposite effect it's supposed to when you're clubbing, you'll come to learn soon enough," Vil flashed you a smirk, his cherry red lips catching your attention momentarily before you glanced away. He wondered if he should be happy at your sudden change of personality- was this the real you or just another elaborate show? Either way, he loved it.

"Are you implying something there, Schoenheit?" your teasing, accusatory remark made him click his tongue in a faux display of displeasure before he replied with his own, "Must you analyse every one of my statements?"

"It's not my fault they're usually loaded," your genuine giggle almost made him break the façade.

"How flattering you think me this complex," your smile dropped at that before you turned to fully face Vil, almost catching him off guard as he stopped to mirrror your action with intrigue painting his lilac irises.

"You are," barely two words and he could feel his breath hitch - and the worst part, he didn't even know why! Was it the lack of people around that made this moment feel so intimate? Or was it the courtesy of the dim room with its scarlet lighting making it seem like some romantic scene from a movie?

"You know . . . I still don't understand," you started to speak, voice low yet sincere. He felt himself drawing in a breath but before he could ask anything you spoke up yet again, "Am I overthinking it . . . ?"

"Overthinking what?" it was a miracle he could even speak clearly with how intently you were observing him. He knew he looked perfect, but with your gaze boring so deeply into him, he felt like you could see every flaw - he can't recall a time he felt so vulnerable.

"Ah . . . Nevermind. Ignore me, I wasn't thinking straight," your sudden shake of the head popped the bubble of tension you both felt. Vil felt his eyebrows furrow, a slight pout forming on his face.

"No. You will tell me," he asserted with a hardened resolve, coming ever closer to you as you backed up; his step forward, your step back. Rinse and repeat. Yet when your back had finally hit the ebony wall, you averted your gaze instead of saying anything.

"[Name], I'm serious, don't make me pry it out a different method," Vil leaned in closer to you, grabbing your chin gently to make you look right at him. He'd be damned if he let you slip away now, just when you were about to reveal everything.

"Are you serious, though?" your disappointed gaze had his heart momentarily shatter and before his emotions got the better of him, you once again murmured before he could even breathe, "about me . . .?"

His lips parted, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he felt speechless. Was there even a way for him to convey just how serious he was about you using words, using actions, using feelings alone? Vil could physically feel the pressure of the tension pushing down onto him, and his grip on you loosened.

"I-I see," you closed your eyes in defeat at the silence, and in that very moment he hated himself more than ever.

"I am. Believe me, I am so very serious, so very sure about you. Forgive my silence, I didn't expect to . . . " he trailed off, not thinking straight when you graced him with the sight of your brilliant eyes once more. The surprised flush of your cheeks made him feel slightly nervous; his feelings were out in the open, but would you reciprocate?

He didn't need to ponder the question too long, for in the next moment and without any hesitation, you were pulling him flush against you in an effort to connect your lips. He found himself tilting his head, slipping his sunglasses off with one hand before abandoning them and his purse both on the ground. It didn't matter they were both expensive and about to be ruined, not when the price of your feelings would be too disrespectful to compare to some lousy materialistic items he could replace later.

His hands found purchase on your waist, gently caressing the curvature in an effort to memorise every inch; the way you leaned into him more had him ignoring his burning lungs as they cried out for oxygen. With the way you felt against him, Vil only wanted to breathe you in; everything else be damned. He couldn't deny the disappointment when you had pulled away, but the sight of your burning face and lidded eyes made it worth breaking away anyway.

"I- . . . Damn, I'm sorry," your sudden nervous laugh caused a small smile to rise up on his own flushed face.

"You will be. No one gets away smudging my lipstick darling," you relaxed into Vil's arms at the remark, and he absolutely relished in the bliss of your content gaze and serene demeanor.

"And how do I pay back, hm?" you regained your confidence, but found it quickly simmer down once he spoke again, "Let me smudge yours even more."

You didn't hesitate to pull him back in for a second.

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #twst vil x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit #twst vil #twst reader insert #im so normal about this man i swear please believe me #no delusions #anyways moving onto writing some rook stuff next there isn't enough content for that man

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jewish-vents · 5 months ago

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On my main blog i saw someone i had been following for a long time make a post about how one of their mutuals doesnt reblog donation scams because theyre secretly a zionist + they hate palestinians. I've also seen another person i follow say "only zionists are falsely claiming the gofundmes are fake".

This is the new norm.

Some of my long time mutuals as well as their moots and even random blogs i'll find tend to do this insane thing where they'll accuse everyone and anyone of being a zionist simply for no reason or even based on vibes. (Of course jews are disproportionately attacked but anyways.)

I usually dont block because i cant block everyone on the internet...i would also have to block everyone outside of jumblr.

This one time a few months back i had to block this one person tho because they had a long vague rant about a mutual who they were convinced was a zionist because

*GASPS* THEY TRY TO CALL OUT MISINFORMATION!

Insert the "ah ive seen youve fallen for the jewish trick of providing evidence" 4chan image lmfao.

I was so sad. This person had people agreeing with them (token jews and gentiles alike). Their rant could, no joke, be summed up by "idk why this mutual keeps talking about "antisemitism" and wont stop saying things like check your sources and fact check what u see.. only zionists would fact check a genocide!" I wish i was making this up. They were ranting about their most likely jewish mutual who tried to remind people to be careful of who they were listening to i.e. jackson hinkle and calling out misinformation which was "off" to the OP. Why? Because all that energy should be applied to caring about palestinians instead.........

As a result i reblog donation posts even though im sure 99% of them are scams.

Ive been uneasy since october 7th.

I dont post anything jewish because i know for a fact a mutual or a mutual's mutual will accuse me of being an evil genocidal zionist that drinks palestinian tears or something like that which would be an insane blow because i, as all humans should, care about palestinians and their oppression and suffering so such an accusation would upset me beyond words. idc about the zionist part i luv zionists but the other stuff would piss me off to tje point where i'd lose it.

I wish i wasnt such a coward. Im too scared for my safety. I dont wanna be punished for existing.

#jewish vents #antisemitism #antisemitism on tumblr

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simpjaes · 3 months ago

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hey hon! so I’m I think what you call a bit of a ghost reader? I follow you and keep up with your works and I usually reblog them to a private side blog to read later and every once in a while I’ll like the post itself and that’s about as far as my interactions with your fics go so I was wondering if you have a preferred interaction rather than this? because I know writers on here usually like and prefer when their fics are reblogged so they can circulate more but I don’t do that on my main blog given the nature of the content but let me know if you’re someone who prefers written feedback, should I make an unprivated side blog so you can see who’s interacting with it, really anything that would make you feel more appreciated for your works please let me know :)

Ah!! Hello beloved, thank you for reading my works ; u ; You don't have to reblog, though making another side blog could be helpful for us as writers. I'm personally okay if you just send me asks with your thoughts about it because I also know running multiple blogs can be tiring and confusing because it's super easy to accidentally reblog stuff to the wrong blog lmfao

so, while I prefer a reblog and written feedback, I'm okay with just feedback too if the circumstances are similar to this!

#ask #anon #<3

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ayoharuko · 1 year ago

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Genshin Boy's Scenario's

(When you wear a wedding dress pt: 5)

Helloo!! Omg its been WAY too long since I've written something for you guys, I'm super duper sorry but collage and life in general got so busy to be honest, even if I have been reblogging (Check out my reblog blog) but anyways. ENJOY!!

Also before we start, the reader here is female(She/Her) and if you guys don’t like the wedding dresses I've picked out. Your all free to decide/imagine what type of wedding dress you would want to wear! Enjoy!

Including: Kaveh & Cyno!

REMINDER: The characters here doesn't belong to me, they belong to Mihoyo and the pictures here belongs to their respective owners as well, lastly. This is all fictional so please try not to take these too seriously :)

"Everything HAS to be perfect" A familiar blond said as he was overthinking designs for your wedding.

Mind you, it was almost 4 in the morning, and your wedding was a week away, he was starting to get VERY overwhelmed...

" *Sighs* I...this will never be good enough..how am I going to give her the perfect wedding when I can't even do things right..." The architect leans his head on top of his desk and sulks, not knowing that you had awoken from your slumber and started looking for your fiancé.

"Kaveh? Honey?" You called out to him while approaching him, he immediately sat up straight and looked at you in shock while you grasped in horror.

Kaveh had huge bags under his beautiful eyes and he looked extremely tired....

"Honey...what are you doing still awake?" You asked holding his shoulders, worry in your e/c eyes.

"I..well.." He gestures to the papers scattered around his desk and you saw what seemed to be...pillars and an altar?

"Oh my sweet love..." You cooed at him and sat yourself on his lap, kissing his forehead and caressing his cheek with your slightly cold hand.

"We don't have to rush y'know?" You said smiling warmly at him, he hesitated but leaned into your touch, "I...I just wanted to surprise you and make sure you'll enjoy our wedding day..." He said closing his eyes and sighing.

"Well..you don't have to do that, everything will work out in the end my love, although I appreciate you wanting me to enjoy our wedding day I'd rather see you having fun and not stressin over it a week before our wedding day" You said in a lecturing tone.

"Sorry...I got too worried" He said chuckling and holding you tighter in his lap, "Alright, now that we have that settled, did you forget we have to go out later with Alhaitham?" You said now curling his golden hair in your fingers.

"Uhm...remind me where sweetheart? And why is Alhaitham gonna be with us?-" He stopped his sentence mid way as you looked at him with a 'Are you f*****g kidding me?' face.

Then it clicked in his head...you guys were going wedding dress hunting....

"Oh...I-i still don't know why Alhaitham has to go with us!" He argued, you giggled and just told him that you both should go back to bed and leave in the afternoon since you both know he needs the sleep.

⧖ ⧗ ⋈

"Baby? Sweetie? Wake up, we have to go now..." You whispered into his ear, the blond stirred and opened his eyes half way to see you leaning over his face sending him a smile, "An angel..." He whispered blushing slightly.

You giggled and smacked his arm and helped him get ready, he was still a little groggy but your kisses gave him more energy.

"Late to your own wife's fitting? typical Kaveh" Alhaitham looks at the both of you with a book in his hand, "Sorry Alhaitham...maybe having coffee after all this will suffice?" You said smiling at him as he nodded and turned to Kaveh who was glaring at him.

"Oh? Whats with that look on your face Kaveh?" The scribe asked cooly, "ohhh youu-" "Ah! It seems like the Bridal Stylist has arrived!" You said dragging Kaveh away from Alhaitham as you wanted no fights happening for the sake of everyone.

"You must be Miss L/n?" She asked as she smiled kindly at us, you nodded and the whole 'Picking the Dress' process had begun.

Oh how chaotic it was.

"I think this dress would be more comfortable to wear than the one Kaveh had picked" Alhaitham said as he held a beautiful dress up while Kaveh snarls at him.

"I'm the soon to be husband so I know that this dress would be more comfortable to wear than that" He said with full confidence.

You watched as they both bickered over and over again, after a minute you finally had enough and told them to just wait outside the store...

They both sat outside on chairs kindly provided by the owner, "You have quite the gentlemen accompanying you Miss" She said as you sighed tiredly while holding 2 dresses.

"You have nooo idea...my best friend and fiancé are 2 completely different people.." You said as you continued looking at other dresses, "Yet I do know they care for each other...in their own tiny way" The owner chuckled at your words and you both continued finding your dream dress.

"Could you stop sulking Kaveh? If you want to see her then go back inside" The scribe said almost rolling his eyes at the architect who glares at his best friend man but took his advice and went back inside the shop calling out for you and the owner.

"We're back here hon!" You yelled, the sound coming from one of the changing rooms at the back of the shop.

He went towards it and the curtains were pulled back by the owner who was smiling brightly at him, "Are you ready to see your bride dear?" She asked making sure that the curtains are still hiding you.

He gulped and blushed while nodding eagerly, she giggled and revealed your stunning form while wearing a simple yet elegant dress that the owner actually picked for you.

"Oh wo-wow..." The blonds mouth was dry and he couldn't talk out the words he wanted to say, too speechless and in awe of your beauty, it was you who snapped him out of his trance with a hand waving in front of his face, the owner had already left you both for your privacy.

"So...how do I look?" You asked twirling around for him, the dress elegantly twirling as Kaveh's breath goes away for a second.

"I-I...you look amazing! Radiant!" He said phrasing you with an obvious blush in his face, you giggled and kissed his cheeks muttering a thanks.

"Looks like I found my dress, lets go pay for it my love" You said kissing him on the lips this time, he cheerfully agreed and you both payed for the dress and thanked the kind owner for everything (She gave you guys a discount!)

"Sorry for making you wait Alhaitham" You said smiling at him, he sighs and nods, "Kaveh, why do you look like you lost your mind?" He asked the blond who still hasn't gotten the image of you in the grown out of his head.

"S-Shut up Alhaitham" He said grabbing your hand and securing the white box containing your dress and started walking while pulling you with him, "He-Hey! We shouldn't just leave him hon!" You yelled in protest as your friend watches you both walk away with lidded eyes. his actually happy for you both don't worry lol

Overall, you all had a chaotic start to your day but it ended with bickering, laughs, dinner, sweets and lots of love ♡

"Cyno..honey...do I look....ugly in this dress? You don't have to lie just be honest..." You asked wearing a ballgown dress with a teary expression.

"You look like....a Mother Hen." He said with a blank face being brutally honest and Tighnari smacked his friends head (Cyno wasn't wearing his helmet) while Nilou pushed you back into the dressing room.

⧖ ⧗ ⋈ Hours Earlier ⧖ ⧗ ⋈

You, Nilou and Tighnari were currently walking towards a Bridal Store since you needed to get fitted and find the perfect gown for you!

"So Cyno will try and finish his work so he can catch up with us here?" The forest ranger asked in a flat tone.

"Well yes ahaha..." I said laughing nervously as Tighnari deadpanned at this, "The General Mahamatra is always busy...but he always makes time for you right Y/n?" Nilou asked in a gentle tone one different from Tighnari's.

"He does...so you don't have to scold him later when he gets here Tighnari" I said nudging him while Nilou giggled softly.

We reached our destination and went inside the shop and got greeted by the shop keeper, she pushed Nilou and I to the dressing room which was actually big and had space for 5 people and started measuring me while Nilou assisted her.

Cyno sighed as he took off his Matra helmet and went inside the bridal shop, looking around he saw Tighnari looking at some of the gowns all around.

"Wheres Y/n and Nilou?" He asked the ranger and Tighnari turned around and smacked his head and started scolding him right away.

"Not requesting a day off and coming with us is really disgraceful to Y/n ya know" He said giving a blank stare at the General.

"S-Sorry...their were some urgent matters that had to be taken care of in the desert" Cyno said in a low tone as he crossed his arms.

Tighnari sighed and answered his last question, "As for your question: Y/n and Nilou are both in the dressing rooms, all we have to do is wait for them" He said his ears flopping slightly.

"Alright we're done taking your measurements! Now your free to pick whatever dress you want, don't forget to fit them so you know what it looks like" The shop keeper said smiling warmly at us.

Me and Nilou thanked the owner and we all went out of the dressing rooms, I then saw my soon to be husband and immediately ran to him and gave him a tight yet loving hug.

"You made it!" I said with pure happiness, he pat my back and I let go of him, "So, operation: find a good dress is a go!" I said flowing with determination and we four slit in two groups, I was with my future hubby while Nilou and Tighnari were together.

You ended up trying a ballgown on but Cyno did say you looked like a mother hen soo you all continued the search for 'The One'

From what seemed like hours Nilou came to you and gave you three gowns to try and they looked very different from each other.

As you were getting help from the owner to try them on one by one, Nilou asked Cyno to sit outside the shop first.

"But why?" The general asked curiosity in his eyes, "Hehe, you don't have to know for now. We'll just call you back in! Don't worry it won't take too long" The dancer said giggling while pushing him out of the shops door.

Tighnari watched this with a sigh and they both waited for you to finish fitting in the first gown.

"Uh...no, it makes me look a little too...sexy?" You said and the dress did look too sexy so you declined and went onto the second one and Tighnari hated it while Nilou loved it it was a mermaid dress.

The last dress was actually perfect but a little too pricey....

Tighnari and Nilou said it looked beautiful and looks easier to wear in the desert since your wedding will take place in Aaru Village and the desert does tend to be windy.

Yes. I think you found your perfect dress aka 'The One'

"Cyno, you can come in now!" Nilou said with a very happy smile, Cyno walked through the door and his eyes sparkled when it was casted on you.

To him it felt like you casted a spell on him all over again, you blushed and smiled at his reaction while Tighnari and Nilou decided to give you two some needed privacy (They went outside of the shop)

The shops keeper was also busy so you both were completely alone, taking this chance: Cyno walked over to you and held your hand with the ring on it, "Your gorgeous Rouhi..." He said kissing that same hand with the ring on.

Your heart swooned and you hugged him tightly, "I'm so ready to spend my life with you..." You said sighing happily.

Suddenly someone cleared their throat, it was the shop owner who looked at you both with a smile.

You and Cyno immediately mad some distance from each other with blushing faces, as the owner chuckled.

"Would you like me to box your dress?" She asked and you thanked her and went back into the dressing rooms to change back into your old outfit.

As soon you were done you gave her the dress and she boxed it for you while Cyno (He insisted) payed for the dress.

Once you both finished thanking the owner for everything you and Cyno walked out of the shop to see Nilou and Tighnari waiting patiently and when they saw you two they smiled.

"Soo...operation: find a good dress is went great?" Tighnari asked nudging you, "It didn't just go great, it was amazing!" You said smiling brightly while Cyno slightly smiled as well.

"Do you both wanna come over for dinner?" You asked the two and they wanted to refuse but in the end you forced them.

Your day ended with an amazingly cooked dinner to you and Cyno having some early honeymoon celebration on your bed~

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Shine bright like a Diamond

Chapter 4 to RE Character x Reader Smutshot Collection

Masterlist

Pairing: Claire Redfield x F!Reader

Summary: Your sugar mama, Claire, takes you out to buy jewelry and just an exchange of a few words leads to much more

Status of your guy's relationship in this one shot: not dating/married but have mutual feelings/attraction

WC: 4.5k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: Massaging, Dirty talk, Making out, Thigh kissing, Oral (Reader recieving), Readers first time with a strap, Claire uses her strap on you, Orgasm kink/fetish ??

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"Now I think this would look great on you." Claire held up the fancy necklace, admiring how sparkly it was. You looked down at it, there were so many gemstones inlayed in it, it must cost a fortune. You could hardly believe she was willing to spend this much on you. "It is... Pretty..." You raised an eyebrow slightly. It wasn't not pretty, it just seemed like it was a bit to much for a wedding. The bride should be the one sticking out, not some random plus one whose attending.

"What? What's wrong with it?" Claire cooed out, taking the necklace away from your neck and analyzing it. "Nothing, it's just... Shouldn't the bride be the one wearing flashy jewels? Not some random guest...?" "You're right... Sorry love, I just thought you'd look beautiful in it." Claire agreed, setting it back down into it's casing.

Claire brought you to this super expensive jewelry store, they have all sorts of stuff here, the most expensive thing probably cost damn near a million bucks, it's nuts how much money some of these gems are worth. You spotted a bracelet earlier that nearly costed two thousand dollars, it's not over priced, it's just how much it is truly worth. You've never been to a place like this. Claire insisted on taking you, you couldn't help but agree, you wanted to see what they had, even if you didn't buy anything.

"Will you be getting anything for yourself?" "No sweetheart, just you, I wanna find a necklace that suits you that isn't too out there, you were right earlier." Claire stated, her painted finger nails trailing along the rack of cased necklaces. There were so many, you could see the glare off of them randomly hitting your face. "I think something like this would be nice on you." Claire then picked up a smaller necklace.

The chain of it was silver, which you most definitely preferred over gold. The charm on it was a small circle, the gem was a light blue but you didn't really know what it was specifically. "Is there a theme for the wedding?" "Not that I can recall, but this would match well with just about anything, don't you think?" "Sure." You responded to Claire, placing your palm to cup the gem. It was very elegant looking, and it wasn't flashy at all.

"I wonder how much it is." You went to turn the tag around but Claire grabbed it from you. "Ah, ah, ah, no, I don't want you to try and back out of me buying it for you, my love." Claire snickered, checking the tag and giving out a slight nod. Whenever she did that, it usually means it's expensive in general, but not to much for her. "Listen, I get you're like my... Sugar mama... Or whatever, but I still have a guilty conscious." "I know you do, now, let's go try this on you, yeah?" Claire slithered her thin arm behind your back, the two of you walking up to one of the body length mirrors.

"Are we even allowed to take it out of it's packaging?" "Well, I can do whatever I please, so." Claire snorted, unhooking it from its cardboard back. The necklace was meant to rest higher up on your chest, hence why the chain is smaller. The jewel was absolutely gorgeous, Claire has a good eye for things. "Alright." She grunted, undoing the clasp and setting it into your neck before re clipping it together.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, turning your head at different angles to get a good understanding of how it looked on you. You loved it, it made you feel so beautiful. "Oh, just look at you." Claire hummed out, she was now standing directly behind you. "I like how it's not super long, y'know?" You mumbled, your eyes gandering down at it again. "So, do we like?" "Yes, it's very nice, I like it Claire." You confirmed your liking to it. You aren't one of those women who fawn over expensive things but this was a keeper.

As you were still admiring the piece of fine jewelry, you sighed softly, feeling the touch of Claire on you. Her gentle hands slid up to your shoulders as she began to slightly massage them. "You're tense sweetheart." "I know." You chuckled. She wasn't wrong. You've been dealing with some bullshit the past couple of days and it's done numbers on you; Physically and mentally. Her hands firmly rubbed your shoulders, attempting to release any stress knots from them. It felt great.

Your head slightly tilted back as she continued, the motions of her hands making you devilishly weak; She knew exactly what to do. Her lips met your upper back, leaving loving kisses along it til she reached your shoulder. "That feels amazing." You breathlessly chuckled, turning your head to the right more so you could see her gorgeous face. "Yeah...?" Claire kissed you more, the air from her nose blowing onto you now - She was so very close to you. "Mhm." You groaned out.

Her hands than slid to your midriff, her fingers scrunching onto your knitted sweater. Her lips never left your upper back/shoulder area, she continuously marked her territory on you. Her darker shade of lipstick left imprints too, you didn't mind though. The way her fingers worked on you was magical, you felt immensely relaxed now.

"Claire...?" "Yes lovely?" "How about we pay for this necklace and just go?" "Eager, are we?" "Very." You breathed heavily, your fingers failing to remove the necklace. With a titter, Claire took it off for you, grabbing it's packaging and gazing up at you. "Get in the car, wait for me while I pay for this, got it?" "Will do." You shrieked slightly. Now you were excited. Whenever Claire tells you to do something, you gotta do it.

The jewelry shop is modern looking, very modern. The primary colors are black and white. The lights are extremely bright, pure white, it honestly hurt your eyes to stare up at. Each one of the worker's is wearing either a fancy suit or a ravishing dress, nothing else - This place must have a strict dress code. Most of the jewelry is also in clear glass cases, but some of it was set up on a rack. Overall, it was clearly meant for wealthy people only.

Pushing open the glass door, you exited the building, immediately heading towards Claire's vehicle. She was nervous for what Claire had in store for her.

After waiting in the cool car, you watched as Claire made her way to it, climbing into the front seat. "Here you go." She handed you the necklace. You went to look for a price tag on it, but there wasn't one; She's to sly sometimes. You set it in your purse, ensuring it will stay safe. The last thing you want is to lose something Claire gifts to you, you cherish everything she gifts to you.

Claire's hand went to yours, taking it in hers. "Where are we going?" "My place." Claire cleared her throat, pulling onto the busy roads ahead. "For?" "I think you know what for." Claire squeezed your hand, her thumb colliding against it. Her words had you all over the place. You turned your head to face the direction of the car window, biting your lip gently. Your stomach was doing flips in itself.

The car ride from the jewelry store to Claire's home wasn't very long, quite quick actually considering she lives in the main part of the city. But gosh, it felt like the drive was taking an entire century. There was no talking the entire time, just some low pitched music playing in the distinct background. Her hand was still in yours too, you'd occasionally feel her squeeze your hand - It is just one way of her letting you know she's there.

While you and Claire aren't in some serious relationship, there's times where you wish you two were. It would just be difficult. Often, she's gone, not even around. Then there's times where she's home for weeks on end. Her job just takes her away from you and originally, the two of you were going to give dating a try but you don't think you can handle being apart from her for extended periods of times and vice versa.

For now, she's like a sugar mama. You hated the term at first, but it definitely grew on you and well, she technically is exactly that. She makes good loads of money and a vast bit of it is used on you, you mind of course but at the same time, it's awesome. You rarely have to worry about money now, even when she's gone she'll cash app you. Honestly, you prefer it this way but still, there's that part of you that wants to be with her.

Claire pulled into her driveway, pulling the key out of it's holder and setting it into her wallet. "Come on sweetheart." Claire smiled at you, opening her door and stepping up onto her porch, beginning to unlock the front door. You got out as well, taking your purse with you. Her house is quite large, massive even. It's always been an eye grabber. It's well designed; Claire told you she had it commissioned. That's one thing that will definitely let someone know she has rich taste.

The interior of her home was expensive too. Although, she's definitely apart of the stereotype that rich people have little to no furniture to fill out their large homes. It feels so spacious, unnecessarily though. But, at least her home is actually colorful. It's very exquisite looking, you always liked that. She has a unique taste pallete.

"You go on to my bedroom, okay? I'll be up there in a second darling." Claire hummed out to you. "Okay." You nodded, looking over at the spiral staircase. You began to step up them, making your way to the tippy top. You always enjoyed how open the upstairs was, you could look down at the lower floors from above, it felt like a deck but just inside instead of out. In her home, there was three bedrooms, hers was the most extensive, but that is to be expected. She is the only one who lives here after all.

Ambling into the bedroom, you let out a quiet sigh, taking in the sight. The room was pristine, everything was dusted, bed was made, floors were vacuumed, etc.. Claire was a tad bit of a neat freak, it seems. This is also only your third time being inside of her house within the four months of hanging out with her. You remember absolutely being appalled by it when you first came over, it was nothing like what you are used to. You grew up simply mediocre.

You sat down on the end of the bed, the feeling of the plush comforter was comforting, ironically. Her bed was large, the largest it could get. Her bedsheets were a deep red too, reminded you of Christmas colors sort of. You let your fingers roam the blanket, the softness felt nice. You didn't know what Claire was doing and why she needed to do something before coming into her room with you, but whatever it was better be good. You want her now.

The two of you have hooked up before, a few times. In total, maybe five...? You two have only been speaking for about four months now and didn't get as close til midway through the second one, so it's definitely a slow yet worth it process.

Claire entered the bedroom, a black case in her hand. You have absolutely no clue of what it could be. "What's that?" "You'll see lovely." Claire giggled, placing it onto her white dresser. It was a secure box, a whole ass padlock on it. The only thing that came to mind was a gun of some sort but then again, why the hell would she bring that into the room you two are about to fuck in.

Turning around, Claire came over to you, a cute smirk plastered on her face. She took your hands in hers, lifting you up off of the bed. With a giggle, you wrapped your arms around her neck, hers going to your waist once again. "I can't wait to see how good you look with that necklace on." "Yeah?" You cooed out to her, your head slightly tilted as your eyes were locked with hers. "Yeah... Bet you'll be prettier than the bride even." "Hey, don't say that." You gave her wide eyes. She was so blunt sometimes.

With a snicker, Claire pressed her lips to yours, her hands touching you all over the place. You moaned with tranquil, not quite expecting the sudden movement. You felt your heart rate increase with each kiss, each one making you feel more and more alive. Claire's hands didn't help, they were going all over on your body, making you wanna feel her even more.

"Mmm, I want you." You spoke out in between kisses, your fingers trailing through her thick, soft hair. "I know you do, I want you pretty." Claire responded, her lips encasing yours. Her hands went to your jeans, her fingers pulling the buttons apart. You did the same to her, your guy's outfits were oddly similar today. Jeans, a T shirt and both of your guy's hair was straightened out. It fit to say the least.

You watched as Claire got down on her knees, pulling your jeans down with her. You placed your hands on her shoulders, stroking them with ease. She gazed up at you, her eyes so pretty and dark, you wanted to feel her touch you even more. "Come on." Claire hummed, urging for you to step out of your pants, which you did. Claire slid them to the other side of the room, her gaze going to your thighs now.

She began to kiss all over your thighs. She did always love them. From her shoulders, your hands went to her cheeks, gently caressing them as she left smooches all over your legs. You could tell what she was about to do; You didn't mind. "Claire..." You murmured out, her lips getting closer and closer to your core. Through your undergarments, the wet spot you had going on was visible, and Claire was absolutely mad about it, in a good way. You make her go crazy.

Her lips went all the way up your thighs, not missing a single spot before you nearly lost yourself, feeling her nose press against your clit area and her lips slightly rub against your pussy. "Oh." You sighed out intently, her face felt so perfect in your hands. She breathed your scent in deeply, setting off something in her furthermore. "You smell so good." Claire uttered against you. The tip of her nose was teasing your clit, you just needed her at this point.

Through your panties, she kissed your clit briefly all while her fingers locked on the band of them, ready to pull them down. Claire was dying to taste you - Ravish you. Everything about you causes her to go crazy for you. "Can I?" She questioned you, her eyes on yours. Asking for consent is always sexy. "Mhm." You nodded repeatedly, really getting the point across. With a chuckle, she pulled your wetted panties all the way down, having you step out of them. She grabbed ahold of them and instead of tossing them, this time she breathed them in, then set them to the side. She always does stuff like that.

Immediately, her mouth went back to your center, beginning to eat you out. You held onto her shoulders for what seemed like dear life, given that any moment you could fall over from pleasure. Her tongue did thick licks through your folds; All of your wetness being swept up by her tongue. "You waste no time, huh?" You moaned, gandering down at her. She looked so enticing whilst eating you out like this.

Her hands went to your upper thighs, holding onto them tightly, slightly gripping them as she continued her work. The way her tongue flicked against your bud was phenomenal, it made your legs twitch like crazy. "Taste... So good..." Claire commented against your pussy, kissing your clit quickly before instantly heading back to devouring your entire center. Her lips would part entirely before connecting again, all while doing this, her tongue would slurp you right up.

You squeaked as Claire spread your legs open more, now she didn't plan to stop. She wanted to bring you pure pleasure, and she will accomplish that exact motive. Her pretty lips swathed around your clit, suckling on it with intensity. Anytime she does this, it is what eventually heeds you to your orgasm. As she began, you released a sharp and loud moan, tossing your head back. You could hardly stand still now, you kept finding yourself moving each time she sucked a bit harder and faster.

Breath shuttering, legs shivering and your orgasm is coming upon you, you can tell you're becoming closer and closer to your climax. "Claire, I'm so close." You whimpered, gripping onto her shoulders much tighter now. She was making you feel so fucking good. How she works her tongue on you is magnificent. "Mmm." Claire moaned against your pussy, the sounds of your wetness becoming much more prominent.

Seconds later, her tongue did one more swipe through your lips and that was your complete undoing. You felt yourself falter, your mouth wide open but no noise emitting from it. She didn't let up either, continuing to lap at you til you suddenly pulled away, your body slightly shaking. "Look at you." Claire giggled, standing up now, wiping her somewhat wet mouth. You were still drenched.

"You good?" "Yes." You nodded, a cute snicker coming from you. Claire stepped over to you, embracing you in her arms, "Can I show you something, pretty?" "Yeah, sure." You muttered, plopping down onto the bed, making sure your legs were closed, you were still aroused too.

Claire walked over to her dresser, that black case snatching your eyes again. You truly wondered what it was that was in it. "What's in there?" "You'll see sweetheart." She hushed you, taking the padlock off of it and setting it to the side. She then unclicked the two clasps, opening the case up. You still couldn't see inside of it from where you were, but you didn't necessarily know what you should expect.

You saw her grab out another smaller box and bring it over to you, placing it into your lap.

"Baby, don't freak out or anything, it's nothing bad at all, it's just that... There's a chance you won't like it and hey, if that's the case, I understand!" Claire rambled, sitting down beside you. "Uhm, you're worrying me." You cackled out, beginning to open up the box. "Don't be, it's just... A bit intense." Claire hummed out to you, caressing your back with sweet love. You nodded carefully, beginning to remove the wrapping off of the top of the box.

And yeah, she wasn't lying, it was very intense.

There was an entire dildo and a strap on in the box.

Your jaw was dropped, eyes wide and hand slightly shaking. You never expected this. You didn't even think people truly used these outside of pornos. It looked real too, the skin color was realistic and everything. It was quite decent in size as well. "Wow I..." You gasped, a faint titter being heard from Claire. "I know, I know, it is a big jump... But all I'm asking is that you let me try." Claire smiled at you, rubbing the back of your neck now.

"So, you want to use this... On me? Like you're a man or something?" "Ew, don't say that." Claire snorted, "No, it's just... I want to make you feel good." Claire kissed your cheek quickly, her forehead now resting against the side of your head. You picked up the item, analyzing it. It felt okay, you didn't expect it to be that texture but it wasn't necessarily bad. "So... How do you feel?" "I think I am willing to try it." You whispered, handing the box and dildo to her now.

Claire bit her lower lip in excitement. "I promise, I'll make you feel great, get undressed." You listened to her, now removing your shirt and bra, your breasts popping out of it. The entire time, Claire simply gazed at you. You laid yourself up on the bed, running your hands through the cold sheets. Claire removed her articles as well, and began to put the strap on. You watched with focus as she adjusted it, making sure it was snug on her. "So that's how it works." You chortled.

Grinning, Claire hoisted herself onto the bed, climbing herself on top of you, her lips going to yours, breathing in deeply whilst she did so. "Just let me know when." "When." You laughed, wanting to feel her. Claire chuckled. "Are you sure lovely? This is completely up to you." "Yes Claire, I'm very sure... If I don't like it, then we can stop, but obviously I've fucked men before, it shouldn't be much different, right?" "Right." Claire cleared her throat, sitting up on her knees now.

Claire set her hands on your upper leg area, spreading them apart slowly. Your wetness was clear and goopy, Claire watched as it pulled apart whilst spreading your legs. "Mmm." Claire smiled, leaning down and placing a kiss to your knee before getting in position. "Just let me know if I need to stop, yeah?" "Of course baby." You assured her, stroking her pale cheek. Claire moved against your hand, sort of like how a cat usually does.

You eyed down at her crotch area, watching as she aligned the fake cock to your very real and soaked pussy. She swiped it through your folds a few times, needing it damp so she could slip it in. The texture of it was smooth and real feeling, but it definitely needed more lubricant than the real deal.

She then slowly but surely pushed the tip into you, then the base and then all the way until her legs were pressed to yours. It was a mating press type of position. "Feel good?" "Mhm." You nodded with a gleeful look. She did feel great inside of you. She began to move but her pace was slow. You could feel her hit so deep inside of you, then pull practically all the way out. It was so teasing.

You wrapped your arms around her neck, your eyes on hers as she rocked her hips against yours.

As she picked up the pace, the sound of your inner thighs being clapped against became louder, which you found hot. Most people wouldn't, but it shows just how good she's rocking your fucking world. Even though it wasn't her real cock, it still felt great. It wouldn't feel as good if it was somebody else either. "You look so good like this." Claire whispered to you lovingly, her head going into the crook of your heated neck.

From her neck, you moved your hand to the back of her head, running your soft fingers through her brushed out hair. "Does it feel nice?" "Yeah, yeah it does." You panted out. Her warm breath could be felt against your neck, along with her lips as she would frequently mooch on you there; Leaving lipstick marks on you. You were hers. Even if your guy's relationship wasn't entirely official, you know you'll always be here and same goes for her.

You'd do anything to be with her like that.

"Sweetheart..." Claire grunted, her hips grinding harder now. Letting out a moan, you wrapped your legs around her, her ass occasionally hitting your feet. The dildo was hitting deep inside you now. It felt real but even better? But that was probably because it's Claire doing it. She knows how to work herself on you. "Let me know when you feel like you're about to cum." Claire hummed, nibbling on your earlobe.

You felt like you'd look stupid while cumming, you always try to avoid letting her see your face. But you already know that if you try, she will not let you succeed. Pulling away from your slick neck, she made eye contact with you, her strap still plowing into you. You could feel your insides contort, the need to cum arising with haste. "I wish I could actually feel you baby." Claire said softly, one hand of hers now holding onto your structured face.

You wish so too.

Your eyebrows curved and your lips went apart, your orgasm was coming at you hot, you knew any second you'd cum - Claire could tell too. You nearly broke right then and there as you felt her fingers go down to your clit, beginning to rub it as she fucked you with intense speed. She rubbed circles on your nub, her tongue slightly sticking out onto her lower lip as she concentrated on you and your face, oh how beautiful you are to her.

"Fuck," Claire blurted out, "I bet you feel so tight and so wet." She praised, the tip of the fake cock hitting that G spot it so desired. "Only for you..." You giggled, tugging on her hair slightly. Claire pumped her strap on into you rapidly, each motion bringing you closer and closer. Her fingers also continued their work, making your clit become more sensitive.

"Right there!" You moaned out, biting your lip roughly as she flicked your clit faster. Her movements came to a much slower speed now that her fingers were the ones moving quickly, she didn't want to overstimulate you or anything.

"Claire..." You sighed out as your undoing hit you like a wave clashing against a rocky shore. Your back arched sharply, the arm that was on the bed now grasped around her neck, mainly for support. Claire chuckled, stopping all of her movements instantly, just watching you unravel beneath her. "Gorgeous girl." Claire cooed kindly, kissing the top of your head with love. You inhaled deeply, wrapping both of your arms around her now. She snuggled you back, pulling the dildo out of you and taking it out as fast as she could.

The two of embraced one another as you layed on the bed. Claire brought the comforter and sheets to cover the two of her. Her arms slithered around your hips, your bareness against hers. Her touch, the nakedness, felt so raw and bare, you quite liked it. "Gosh, that was different in an amazing way." You snorted, giving her an adorable look. Claire kissed your nose at the tip, then rubbed hers against yours. "Glad you liked it pretty." She spoke softly.

"We definitely need to do that again."

"Definitely." Claire grinned.

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herotome · 1 year ago

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Devlog #125

Hi-ho, Wudge here! Gosh! I missed last week's update.

Happy holidays from Herotome!!

I haven't drawn anything this year-- oh but hmm, I could do a quick edit, here -

Tadah! For anyone who hasn't already seen it, we got those 50 reblogs to make Warden shirtless! A pure version without the christmas lights went up yesterday, just scroll down my blog a bit or check out the #ro: warden hashtag.

I'm pleased with how much mileage I'm already getting from this picture, ha.

Anyway.

Seems like I'm gonna be focused on writing new scenes and drawing expressions for a while. They're some of the more tedious tasks for me, so I'll certainly be looking for every opportunity to do other things on the side - like coding.

Today I've decided that the LI sprites should have their eyebrows on a separate layer from the rest of their face, to offer me the greatest amount of variety in creating new expressions - and I've come up with a naming system for it, too!

I'm looking forward to implementing this. Eyebrow shapes have much, much less variety compared to mouth shapes, so I might even finish drawing every possible eyebrow for every LI sometime soon. I've already gotten a strong start with Warden and Mia's eyebrows.

Speaking of, I did turn in more expressions over on Ko-Fi!

Tadah!! Thank you again to everyone who has donated so far!

I'm realizing that in the set dedicated to Dia, Warden and Mia have the same mouth shape on the upper right side... A fascinating subconscious decision on my part.

Outside of art, I did write... once. Er, it went pretty okay. I'm usually the biggest hater of my first drafts.

I think my goal is gonna be to show off the abilities of all the characters as equally as I can; Warden and Jade have had their time to shine (during the job fair and flying MC home, respectively), and I think MC, Griffin, and Mia are gonna be queued up next.

I'll put the rest under a cut for potential spoilers and further rambling - as always, if you don't see the cut, make sure to check out my blog directly!

I have a good idea of what I wanna do with Griffin (it may or may not involve obliterating your rent debt, and I may or may not have written about that in the first-draft-I-don't-hate).

I've been thinking that this scene would involve a change of clothes btw, and did some fashion concepts for Griffin that I also don't hate;

I'm not super sure what I'm gonna do for Mia's eventual ~special show-off scene~, but I'm sure it will come to me.

For MC, I want to show off her relationship with the city, and showcase how qualified she is for the job in a low-key way. I recently discussed with a friend how Men in Black is a huge source of inspiration for me... Y'all know the scene where Will Smith has his interview and did things differently from all the other candidates?? I kinda wanna capture that vibe...!

And ah... I think that's about it, Herotome-wise.

Wudge-wise, honesty hour - I've had ssssome mild health concerns this year.

I don't want to go into detail; I want to say it's been like... nothing life threatening, thankfully, but a lot of small physical inconveniences that pile up and make it harder to concentrate.

I did rest a lot last week so no worries. <3 It's just that parts of my body have been weird and annoying, and I think it's helpful to acknowledge that the flesh prison can be a weird and annoying place. But I value it! And I'm doing my best to take care of it. Health comes first, etc, etc.

With this new year, I hope you guys take care of yourselves as best as you can, too. The person who's most qualified to take care of you is you!!!

Stay safe and keep warm,

Wudge.

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bbyquokka · 1 year ago

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han making reader cum only with anal play... with this (plug photo warning!!!!) (this model but more thin and long yk) + overstimu TT

i was trying to sleep now here i am sharing my thoughts w u 😭

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“j-ji. please. i can't – ah!!” you sob. your back arches off the bed as you shake and tingle. tears spill from the corner of your eyes. it's hard to breathe but you feel so so good.

jisung simply hums. his hand gliding up your stomach slowly. your skin hot to the touch and burning the palm of his hand whilst getting it coated in sweat. your breath hitches in your throat as he rolls your sensitive and swollen nipples between his fingers.

“you can.” he purrs. you shake your head side to side violently as you sob. you give him a hazy look. your face covered in tears, sweat and drool whilst your eyes are droopy and hazy. you're long gone; long entered your sub-space.

“no?” he questions, his eyebrow raising. his hair is still neatly in place despite the sweat that drips from his forehead. a white shirt with a waistcoat on his body, the sleeves rolled to the elbow whilst dress pants sit on his lower half. his cock straining against the material painfully.

the want and need to strip himself of his clothing and fuck you is so strong, it makes him feel feral but he's enjoying the view right now.

he halts his movements. a silver dildo that is filled with bumps is currently penetrating your ass. jisung has been teasing and playing with your for hours on end. endlessly driving the dildo in and out off your sopping hole making the lewdest of sounds. he's driven you to your nth orgasm of the night.

“n-no! please continue.” you beg, reaching down and grabbing his wrist as an attempt to force him to move the dildo again.

“but you were complaining a second ago. why should i continue, mhm?” he smirks a little. you whimper and shake, your hole clenching around the toy. you dig your nails into the skin of his wrist as you look at him with a hazy smile and tear filled eyes.

“because it feels so good, sir.”

“say please.” jisung leans over you and licks his lips. your eyes track his movement as he leans down. his face close to yours. you can smell his perfume that's mixed in with his natural scent of sweat. his breath fans against your lips.

“please.” you whisper. with a satisfied hum, he resumes the thrusting of the toy. your back arches once again as the pleasure from earlier is quick to resume alongside the all too familiar heat in the pit of your stomach.

“good. you're doing so good for me.” jisung purrs. you whine before wrapping one arm weakly around his neck and pulling him down with as much force as possible so his lips touch yours. his eyes widen at the sudden movement but is soon quick to kiss back, dominating it in the process.

it's sloppy. everything is sloppy. the kiss. your hole; but it's good!

“so greedy.” jisung mumbles. he pushes the toy in further. he moves it fast and then slow and then fast again, alternating between the two speeds. your body shakes and shivers. hands gripping onto the sheets and jisung as if your life depends on it. your hole clenches around the toy desperately as it caresses your insides perfectly.

“o-only for you.” to manage to choke out in-between your onslaught of moans and whines.

the heat rises. it builds and builds in the pit of your stomach. it knocks the air out off your lungs and with jisung kissing you as well as teasing your nipples and sucking on your neck, your nth orgasm is fast approaching.

jisung notices by the way your face is scrunched up and the way you're holding your breath. your knuckles turn white as you cling. you're unable to kiss him back as all your attention has turned to the dildo and the sensitivity of your body. you're hyper aware of everything and you're body and it scares you to some extent but having jisung beside you is a comfort because you're safe.

“be a good pup and cum for me and maybe i’ll reward you with what you want the most.”

you whimper as you cling onto him desperately. he watches you, staring you down and making eye contact. you're forced to look at him. his gaze is overpowering and you dare disobey him. he looks menacing, mischievous and dominating. it sends shivers up and down your spine. tingles in your toes and fingers. with each pull and push of the dildo, his bicep noticeable flexes under his sleeves.

“j-ji.. can't. cum, need to. want to.”

“do it. you have my permission.” you bite down on your bottom lip harshly. your body twitches and muscles convulse as your orgasm hits hard. you pant heavily, jisung keeping the dildo moving in your pulsating and sloppy hole.

“i can want you cum over and over again. such a beautiful sight to see.” he pulls the toy out off you slowly with a wet pop! he positions himself between your legs, fingers hastily unzipping and fishing his cock out off his trousers.

"however, im at my limit. bear with me a while longer pup."

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Drama CD vol.1 of Light Novel Apothecary Diaries vol.11 - Girls' Talk in the Jade Pavilion / 薬屋のひとりごと 11巻　ドラマCD　vol.1 ―翡翠宮ガールズトーク―

The drama CD is a bonus for the special edition of light novel vol.11, and you can find the audio on You Tube. One of the characters in this story will be making his first appearance in coming Season 2 in anime. There will be no spoilers about the main story, but you will know what kind of person he is, so if you don’t want to know about him yet, please don’t read now.

Please note that the English lines are just my translation.

This post cannot be reblogged, and please do not repurpose it, since I have no intention of infringing the copyright of this drama CD and I don’t want this post to be distributed to an unspecified number of people.

So if you’d like to share this post with someone, please advise them to visit my blog. I’ll put a link to this post on the home page of my blog.

桜花「あ～！やっぱ蒸したての包子は最高だわ！」

Infa “Aaa! Yappa mushi-tate-no paozuwa saiko dawa!”

Yinghua “Ah! Freshly steamed baozi is the best!”

蒸したて: “蒸す（むす/Musu）: steam”＋ “～(し/Shi)たて/Tate: has just finished～”

包子(パオズ/Paozu): baozi, Chinese bun, bun with pork or something inside

貴園「本当ね、桜花。あ、ちょっとお茶取って、愛藍」

Guien “Honto-ne, Infa. A, chotto ocha totte, Airan.”

Guiyuan “You’re right, Yinghua. Oh, can you pass me the tea, Ailan?”

お茶(おちゃ/Ocha): I guess Guiyuan meant the teapot near Yinghua on the table since she wanted to pour another cup of tea herself.

愛藍「あ、はい、貴園。あと、ほっぺたについてる…」

Airan “A, hai, Guien. Ato, hoppeta-ni tsuiteru…”

Ailan “Here, Guiyuan. And there’s something on your cheek…”

ほっぺた(Hoppeta)： casual word which means cheek. Formally it is written as 頬（ほお/Hoo） or ほほ(hoho), but when speaking, it is too short, so ほっぺた is easier to hear and use. We also use ほっぺ(Hoppe) for cheeks, and it sounds cuter so men don’t use it as much.

貴園「ありがと、愛藍」

Guien “Arigato, Airan.”

Guiyuan “Thank you, Ailan.”

桜花「玉葉様には感謝しないと。鈴麗公主様もお昼寝中だし、こんなにゆっくりなのは久しぶり！あ、猫猫、ちゃんと食べてる？」

Infa “Gyokuyo-sama-niwa kansha shinaito. Rinrī-hime-samamo ohirune-chu-dashi, konnani yukkuri-nanowa hisashi-buri! A, Maomao, chanto tabeteru?”

Yinghua “We have to thank Lady Gyokuyou. Princess Lingli is taking her afternoon nap, and it’s been a while since I’ve had such a relaxing time! Oh, Maomao, are you eating well?”

猫猫「頂いてます」

Maomao “Itadaite-masu.”

Maomao “Yes, I am.”

頂く(いただく/Itadaku): Keigo(humble style) of “eat” or “take/being given”

頂いてます(いただいてます) = いただいています（“いただく”＋“～しています: be Ving”）

桜花「足りないわよね？貴園、猫猫の分、追加追加！」

Infa “Tarinai-wayone? Guien, Maomao-no-bun, tsuika, tsuika!”

Yinghua “It’s not enough, is it? Guiyuan, add some more for Maomao!”

追加（ついか/Tsuika）: addition 　追加する(ついかする/Tsuika-suru): add

貴園「はいはーい」

Guien “Hai-haaai.”

Guiyuan “Yes, okay!”

猫猫（いや、こんなに食べられないんだけど…断っても無駄だろうな…）

Maomao (Iya, konnani taberare-nain-dakedo… Kotowattemo muda-darona…)

Maomao (No, I can’t eat this much… I guess it’s useless to refuse…)"

桜花「猫猫はもっとお肉をつけるべきよ！園遊会の時もそうだけど、毒見役は体力勝負でしょ！体力つけるには食事！ご飯食べる！おやつ食べるのー！」

Infa “Maomaowa motto oniku’o tsukeru-bekiyo! En’yu-kaino tokimo so-dakedo, dokumi-yakuwa tairyoku-shobu desho! Tairyoku tsukeru-niwa shokuji! Gohan taberu! Oyatsu taberunooo!”

Yinghua “Maomao, you should gain more weight! Just like at the garden party, being a poison tester needs a lot of stamina! You need to eat to build up your stamina! Eat food! Eat snacks!”

体力勝負(たいりょくしょうぶ/Tairyoku-shobu) = 体力（たいりょく/Tairyoku）: physical strength ＋勝負(しょうぶ/Shobu): game, battle, competition

愛藍「イ、桜花！火傷(やけど)しちゃうから！猫猫に桃饅(もも��ん）押し付けちゃ駄目！」

Airan “I-Infa! Yakedo shichau-kara! Maomao-ni momo-man oshi-tsukecha dame!”

Ailan “Y-Yinghua! She’ll get burned! Don’t push the peach bun onto Maomao!”

火傷する(やけどする/Yakedo-suru): get burned

しちゃう(shichau) = casual way of saying してしまう(shite-shimau): have done something bad, have done something unintentionally.

桃饅(ももまん/Momo-man) = 桃饅頭(ももまんじゅう/Momo-manju): Chinese sweet bun in the shape of a peach

猫猫「…助かりました」（園遊会の時から、なんかさらに食わされる量が増えてる…）

Maomao “…Tasukari-mashita.” (En’yu-kaino toki-kara, nanka sarani kuwa-sareru ryoga fueteru…)

Maomao “Thank you for your help.” (Since the garden party, I’ve been fed more and more…)

桜花「ともかく、猫猫はちゃんと食べるのよ！」

Infa “Tomokaku, Maomaowa chanto taberu-noyo!”

Yinghua “Anyway, Maomao, you have to eat well, okay?”

ちゃんと(Chanto): properly (In this case, I translated it as “well” which seems more natural.)

猫猫「あ…はい…」

Maomao “A… Hai…”

Maomao “Ah… Yes…”

貴園「（はむっ）…そういえばさぁ、今更だけど、園遊会で誰かいい人いた？」

Guien “(Hamu)…So-ieba-saa, imasara-dakedo, en’yukai-de dareka ii hito ita?”

Guiyuan “(nom)…By the way, I know this is a little late, but was there anyone nice at the garden party?”

はむっ(Hamu): onomatopoeia for eating something softly. Maybe it comes from an old word “食む(はむ/Hamu): eat.”

桜花「貴園！私達には玉葉様がいらっしゃるでしょ！不敬な事言わないでよ！」

Infa “Guien! Watashi-tachi-niwa Gyokuyo-samaga irassharu-desho! Fukeina koto iwanaideyo!”

Yinghua “Guiyuan! We have Lady Gyokuyou, don’t we? Don’t say disrespectful things!”

不敬な(ふけいな/Fukeina): disrespectful, irreverent

貴園「もちろん分かってるよー。でも、いろんな人が来ていたじゃない？例えば…その中で、気になる人が仮にいたとすれば…」

Guien “Mochiron wakatteruyooo. Demo, ironna hitoga kiteitaja-nai? Tatoeba…sono nakade, kini-naru hitoga karini itato sureba…”

Guiyuan “Of course I know. But, weren’t there a lot of different people there? For example, if there was someone you were interested in…”

愛藍「そ…そう言われると…」

Airan “So… So iwareruto…”

Ailan “Well, now that you say that…”

桜花「仮、ね！あくまで、仮よね？」

Infa “Kari, ne! Akumade, kari-yone?”

Yinghua “It’s just hypothetically, right? It’s just hypothetically after all, right?”

あくまで(Akumade): just, only, merely, at most, after all

貴園「そうそう。あくまで仮よ」

Guien “So-so. Akumade kariyo.”

Guiyuan “That’s right. It’s just hypothetically.”

猫猫（…ソワソワしてる…。好きだなぁ～、この人たち、こういう会話）

Maomao (…Sowa-sowa shiteru… Suki-danaaa, kono hito-tachi, ko-iu kaiwa.)

Maomao (…They look excited… They love this kind of conversation, after all.)

桜花「わ、私は、かんざしを5本もらったんだけど、どれも義理っぽかったり、オジサンだったりだったわ」

Infa “Wa, Watashiwa, kanzashi’o go-hon morattan-dakedo, doremo girippokattari, ojisan-dattari dattawa.”

Yinghua “I-I was given five hairpins, but they were all either consolation or from older man.”

義理（ぎり/Giri）: There is no word in English that corresponds to the Japanese word for 義理(Giri). In the main stories of Season 1, Lihaku and Maomao say 「義理のかんざし」, that were translated into “consolation hairpin”, so I followed it. 義理 means something you should do as a person or something you should do toward other people in your social life, even if you don’t really want to do it. It’s a kind of manner, courtesy, or obligation in our social relationship with others.

貴園「私も、私も。なんか来ている顔触れも、前の時と変わらなかったわよね」

Guien “Watashimo, watashimo. Nanka kite-iru kaoburemo, maeno tokito kawara-nakatta-wayone.”

Guiyuan “Me too, me too. The faces that came were the same as last time.”

愛藍「うん…うちの翡翠宮、侍女が少ないから、私たち毎回出ているし、誘っても来ないって分かってるんだろうね」

Airan “Un… Uchino Hisui-Kyu, jijoga sukunai-kara, watashi-tachi maikai dete-irushi, sasottemo konaitte wakatterun-darone.”

Ailan “Yeah… Our Jade Pavilion doesn’t have many ladies-in-waiting, so we have attended every time, and I guess they know that we won’t come even if they invite us.”

桜花「で、でも、もう少し頑張ろうとか思わないわけ？こーんな愛らしい優秀な侍女たちがいるのに！」

Infa “De, Demo, mo-sukoshi ganbaro-toka omowa-nai-wake? Koonna airashii yushuna jijo-tachiga iru-noni!”

Yinghua “B-But don’t they think they should try a little more? There are such lovely and excellent ladies-in-waiting!”

猫猫（玉葉妃がいるんじゃなかったのかな？）

Maomao (Gyokuyo-higa irunja nakattano-kana?)

Maomao (Didn’t she say we have Lady Gyokuyou?)

貴園「仕方ないよ。他にもっといい返事する女官は、たくさんいるんだもの」

Guien “Shikata-naiyo. Hokani motto ii henji-suru nyokanwa, takusan irun-damono.”

Guiyuan “It can’t be helped. There are plenty of other ladies in waiting who could give better replies.”

愛藍「そうよね。金剛宮の侍女たちなんて、目を爛々とさせていたわ…」

Airan “So-yone. Kongo-Kyuno jijo-tachi-nante, me’o ran-ranto sasete-itawa…”

Ailan “That’s right. The ladies in waiting of the Diamond Pavilion had their eyes lit up with excitement…”

桜花「あそこの侍女たちって薄情そうだから、いい殿方見つかったら、すぐに仕事辞めそうよねぇ」

Infa “Asokono jijo-tachitte hakujo-so-dakara, ii tonogata mitsukattara, suguni shigoto yameso-yonee.”

Yinghua “The ladies-in-waiting there seem cold-hearted, so if she found a good man, she’d probably quit her job right away.”

〇〇そう(so) of “薄情そう(はくじょうそう/Hakujo-so)”、“辞めそう(やめそう/Yame-so)”: look 〇〇, sound 〇〇, seem 〇〇

殿方（とのがた/Tono-gata）: old word for “man” “gentleman”

貴園「桜花。言い過ぎ。でも、確かに…」

Guien “Infa. Ii-sugi. Demo, tashikani…”

Guiyuan “Yinghua. That’s too much. But, it’s true…”

愛藍「後宮だと、殿方と会う機会なんてそうそうないし…」

Airan “Kokyu-dato, tonogatato au kikai-nante so-so naishi…”

Ailan “In the rear palace, there aren’t many opportunities to meet men…”

三人「はぁ～。出会いなんて、無いわぁ～」

San-nin “Haaaa. Deai-nante, naiwaaa.”

Three ladies “Hmm. There is no chance to meet a nice man…”

猫猫（…んなもんだろうなぁ～）

Maomao (…Nna-mon daronaaa.)

Maomao (…I guess that’s how it is…)

んなもん(Nnamon) = そんなもん(Sonna mon) = そんなもの(Sonna mono) : like that, how(what) it is

んなもんだろうなぁ =　そんなものだろうなぁ(Sonna mono daronaa): I guess that’s how it is (in reality).

桜花「猫猫はかんざしもらったけど、使い方間違ってるしさぁ…」

Infa “Maomaowa kanzashi moratta-kedo, tsukai-kata machigatteru-shi-saa…”

Yinghua “Maomao got a hairpin, but you used it wrong…”

猫猫「そんなこと言われましても…」

Maomao “Sonna koto iware-mashitemo…”

Maomao “Even if you say that..."

そんなこと言(い)われても…: "There’s no point in saying such a thing." (Maomao hesitated to say that and didn’t continue the words.) This phrase is used when you are criticized for something in the past or something you can’t do anything about now.

貴園「そうだよねぇ、猫猫ってば…殿方の話とか興味ないって顔するし…」

Guien “So-dayonee, Maomaotteba… Tonogatano hanashi-toka kyomi-naitte kao surushi…”

Guiyuan “That’s right, Maomao… You look like you’re not interested in stories about men…”

愛藍「壬氏様のことさえ、あまり気にかけないよね。むしろ、めんどくさそう…」

Airan “Jinshi-samano koto-sae, amari kini kakenai-yone. Mushiro, mendo-kusaso…”

Ailan “You don’t seem to care much even about Master Jinshi. Or rather, you look like feeling him like a hassle…”

桜花「猫猫、あんたの好みはどんな人なの？言うまで帰さないわよ！」

Infa “Maomao, antano konomiwa donna hito-nano? Iu-made kaesa-nai-wayo!”

Yinghua “Maomao, what type of men do you like? I’m not letting you go home until you tell me!”

猫猫（いや、帰さないとか意味分からないんですけど…）

Maomao (Iya, kaesa-nai-toka imi wakara-nain-desu-kedo…)

Maomao (No, I don’t understand what she means she won’t let me go home…)

貴園「桜花。横暴(おうぼう)よ。猫猫困っているじゃない」

Guien “Infa. Obo-yo. Maomao komatte-iru-ja nai.

Guiyuan “Yinghua, that’s tyrannical. Maomao is in trouble, isn’t she?”

～じゃない(Ja-nai): usually it means “～ではない(dewa-nai): isn’t, don’t,” but in this case it means the same as “でしょ(desho): is, do”. In English, “…, isn’t it?” or “…, doesn’t it?” is close. Men say “～じゃないか” but women often say without “か”.

愛藍「そ、そうだよ」

Airan “So, So-dayo.”

Ailan “T-That’s right.”

桜花「何、あんたたち気にならないの？」

Infa “Nani, anta-tachi kini nara-nai-no?”

Yinghua “What? You all aren’t curious?”

あんた(Anta): casual (or more rude) way of saying あなた(Anata)

貴園「気になるけど…こういうのって、やっぱり言い出しっぺが先に言うべきじゃない？」

Guien “Kini naru-kedo… Ko-iunotte, yappari ii-dashippega sakini iu-beki-ja nai?”

Guiyuan “I’m curious, but… shouldn’t the person who first brought it up be the one to say it first?”

言い出しっぺ(いいだしっぺ/Ii-dashippe): the one who brought it up, the one who started it

愛藍「そうね。桜花の好みは、どんな人なの？」

Airan “Sone. Infano konomiwa, donna hito-nano?”

Ailan “That’s right. What type of men do you like, Yinghua?”

猫猫「♪桜花―さんのー、ちょっといいとこ、見てみたい～」

Maomao “♪ Infaaa-sannooo, chotto ii-toko, mite-mitaiii.”

Maomao “♪ I’d like to see the good side of Yinghua…”

桜花「んんっ…何なの猫猫？いきなり…何それ？」

Infa “Nn… Nan-nano, Maomao? Ikinari… Nani sore?”

Yinghua “Wh-What’s going on, Maomao? All of a sudden… What’s that?”

猫猫「市井(しせい)で使われる音頭(おんど)です」（主に酒の席での）

Maomao “Shiseide tsuka-wareru ondo desu.” (Omoni sakeno seki-deno.)

Maomao “It’s the lead in singing used in the town.” (Mainly at drinking parties…)

市井(しせい/Shisei): in the town (where lower or common people live)

音頭(おんど/Ondo): marching song, the lead in singing

貴園「ほらほら桜花。白状しちゃおう？明確に名前を出せ、とは言ってないわよぉ」

Guien “Hora-hora, Infa. Hakujo-shichao? Meikakuni namae’o dase, towa itte-nai-wayoo.”

Guiyuan “Come on, Yinhua. Come on, confess. I never said you had to give us a name clearly.”

愛藍「ウフッ。桜花。観念してね」

Airan “Ufu. Infa. Kannen-shitene.”

Ailan “Yinghua, give up.”

観念する(かんねんする/Kan’nen-suru): give up (resisting), throw in the towel, accept without a fight

桜花「うう…みんなも、後で言ってよね！」

Infa “Uu… Minnamo, atode itte-yone!”

Yinghua “Ugh… Everyone, tell me later, okay?”

貴園「分かってる！」

Guien “Wakatteru!”

Guiyuan “I know!”

愛藍「うんうん」

Airan “Un-un.”

Ailan “Yeah, yeah.”

桜花「私の好みはぁ…文官か武官かと言えば、武官かな」

Infa “Watashino konomiwaa… bunkan-ka bukan-kato ieba, bukan-kana.”

Yinghua “My type is… if I had to choose between a civil servant or a military officer, I’d prefer a military officer.”

貴園「ほうほう」

Guien “Ho-ho.”

Guiyuan “Uh-huh.”

ほう(Ho): a response when listening to a story with great interest

桜花「身長は高めだけど、あんまり威圧感がない人がいいかも。ちょっと人懐っこい感じがあればいいなぁ。フサフサした大きな犬みたいな感じの」

Infa “Shinchowa takame-dakedo, anmari iatsu-kanga nai hitoga ii-kamo. Chotto hito-natsukkoi kanjiga areba ii-naa. Fusa-fusa-shita ookina inu mitaina kanjino.”

Yinghua “I think I like someone who is tall but not too intimidating. I’d like someone who is a little friendly. Like a big dog with thick and fluffy fur.”

フサフサした(Fusa-fusa-shita): bushy, a lot of fluffy (hair or fur) Speaking of “フサフサした大きな犬”, I imagine “Bond” in “SPY×FAMILY”.

猫猫（人懐っこい大きな犬…）

Maomao (Hito-natsukkoi ookina inu…)

Maomao (A friendly big dog…)

桜花「休日には、ちょっと素敵な茶屋なんかに連れて行ってくれたら、なんて…」

Infa “Kyujitsu-niwa, chotto sutekina chaya-nankani tsurete-itte-kuretara, nante…”

Yinghua “I wish he’d take me to a lovely teahouse on his days off…”

猫猫（素敵な茶屋…）

Maomao (Sutekina chaya…)

Maomao (A lovely teahouse…)

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李白「よう！待たせたな、桜花」

Rihaku “Yo! Matasetana, Infa.”

Lihaku “Hey! Sorry to have kept you waiting, Yinghua.”

桜花「いいえ、私も今来たばかりです、李白様。今日は、お勧めの茶屋に連れて行ってくれると聞いたもので、楽しみにしておりました」

Infa “Iie, watashimo ima kita-bakari desu, Rihaku-sama. Kyowa, osusumeno chayani tsurete-itte-kureruto kiita-monode, tanoshimini shite-ori-mashita.”

Yinghua “No, I just got here, Master Lihaku. I heard that you would take me to a recommended teahouse today, so I was really looking forward to it.”

李白「ああ、うまい茶を出してくれる店があるんだ。少し遠いから、馬車を用意している」

Rihaku “Aa, umai cha’o dashite-kureru misega arunda. Sukoshi tooi-kara, basha’o yoi-shite-iru.”

Lihaku “Yeah, there’s a store that serves delicious tea. It’s a little far away, so I prepared a horse-drawn carriage.”

桜花「ありがとうございます」

Infa “Arigato gozai-masu.”

Yinghua “Thank you.”

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桜花「都の…随分南のほうにあるんですね…少し治安が悪いような…」

Infa “Miyakono…zuibun minamino-honi arun-desune… Sukoshi chianga warui-yona…”

Yinghua “It’s quite far south of the capital… It seems a bit unsafe…”

治安が悪い(ちあんがわるい): (The place is) dangerous, unsafe, rough, high crime rate

李白「大丈夫だ。ちゃんと格式ある店だから、警備はしっかりしている。何より、俺がついているぜ」

Rihaku “Daijobuda. Chanto kakushiki-aru mise dakara, keibiwa shikkari shite-iru. Nani-yori, orega tsuite-iruze.”

Lihaku “It’s okay. It’s a prestigious store, so there’s good security. And best of all, I’m with you.”

桜花「じゃあ安心ですね！お店も期待しちゃいます」

Infa “Jaa anshin desune! Omisemo kitai shichai-masu.”

Yinghua “That’s a relief! I’m looking forward to the store.”

李白「ああ、あそこだ」

Rihaku “Aa, asokoda.”

Lihaku “Ah, over there.”

桜花「あの、李白様…？茶屋…ですか？」

Infa “Ano, Rihaku-sama…? Chaya…desuka?”

Yinghua “Um, Master Lihaku…? Is this… the teahouse?”

李白「最高級の茶を入れてくれるぞ」

Rihaku “Saiko-kyu-no cha’o irete-kureruzo.”

Lihaku “They’ll make you the finest tea.”

桜花「門構えからして、茶屋というより、妓楼（ぎろう）…」

Infa “Mon-gamae-kara-shite, chaya-to iu-yori, giro…”

Yinghua “Judging from the exterior, it looks more like a brothel than a teahouse…”

禿(かむろ)「あ～、李白様だ！」

Kamuro “Aaa, Rihaku-samada!”

Servant girl “Ah, it’s Master Lihaku!”

禿(かむろ/Kamuro): servant girls training and working in brothels to become a courtesan in the future

李白「おう！茶を飲みに来たぞ、禿ども！」

Rihaku “Ou! Cha’o nomini kitazo, kamuro-domo!”

Lihaku “Hey! I’ve come to drink tea, servant girls!”

禿「李白様、お茶もいいですけど、今日は白鈴姐さんがお茶挽(ちゃび)きなの」

Kamuro “Rihaku-sama, ochamo ii-desu-kedo, kyowa Pairin-neesanga ocha-biki nano.”

Servant girl “Master Lihaku, tea would be nice, but today, Big Sis Pairin is making tea.”

お茶挽き(おちゃびき/Ocha-biki): making tea = secret word for not having customers in brothels

李白「茶挽き！？つまり、休み！？…あ、空いているのか…！」

Rihaku “Chabiki!? Tsumari, yasumi!? …A, Aite-iru-noka…!”

Lihaku “Making tea!? You mean, she’s off!? …She’s free…!”

空いている(あいている/Aite-iru): available, empty, vacant, free, open

禿「李白様、今日は懐の中身は温かいの？お連れ様いるけど…別室でおもてなししておく？」

Kamuro “Rihaku-sama, kyowa futokorono nakamiwa atatakai-no? Otsure-sama iru-kedo… besshitsude omotenashi shite-oku?”

Servant girl “Master Lihaku, are you feeling deep-pocketed today? You’ve brought someone with you, so should I entertain her in a separate room?”

懐(の中)が温かい(ふところのなかがあたたかい/Futokorono nakaga atatakai): deep pocketed, one’s wallet is fat, have much money

李白「いや…今日は…！」

Rihaku “Iya… Kyowa…!”

Lihaku “No…today…!”

禿「今日なら少しお得だよ。今月はお客の入りがちょっと少ないから、遣り手婆もまけてくれるかもよ」

Kamuro “Kyo-nara sukoshi otoku-dayo. Kongetsuwa okyakuno iriga chotto sukunai-kara, Yarite-Babaamo makete-kureru-kamoyo.”

Servant girl “It’s a little good deal today. There aren’t many customers this month, so the old Madam might give you a discount.”

お得(おとく/Otoku): good deal, good buy

禿「行こうよ！ねぇ、行こうよ！」

Kamuro “Ikoyo! Nee, ikoyo!”

Servant girl “Let’s go! Hey, let’s go!”

李白「う……んん…桜花、申し訳ないが、一時間ほど別室にて待っ…」

Rihaku “U……Nn…Infa, moshi-wake-naiga, ichi-jikan-hodo besshitsu-nite matt…”

Lihaku “Um…Oh…I’m sorry, Yinghua, but could you wait in another room for about an hour…”

桜花「最っ低！！」

Infa “Saittei!!”

Yinghua “The worst!!”

最低(さいてい/Saitei): the worst ⇔ 最高(さいこう/Saiko): the best

李白「うわっ！」

Rihaku “Uwa!”

Lihaku “Whoa!”

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猫猫「その人はやめておいたほうがいいかと。花街に本命の女性がいますから」

Maomao “Sono hitowa yamete-oita-hoga ii-kato. Hana-machi-ni honmeino joseiga imasu-kara.”

Maomao “I think you should give up on that person. There is the woman he really loves in the pleasure district.”

本命(ほんめい/Honmei): one’s true love, the one, the favorite

桜花「えっ、何？いきなり何なのよ？猫猫、その人って誰よ？花街とか、何？」

Infa “E, nani? Ikinari nan-nanoyo? Maomao, sono hitotte dareyo? Hana-machi-toka, nani?”

Yinghua “What? What’s this all of a sudden? Maomao, who’s that person? What’s this pleasure district thing?”

猫猫「いえ、こっちの話です」（さすがに李白でも、女連れで花街には行かないだろうけど）

Maomao “Ie, kocchino hanashi desu.” (Sasugani Rihaku-demo, onna-zure-de hana-machi-niwa ikanai-daro-kedo.)

Maomao “No, it’s nothing.” (Even Master Lihaku wouldn’t go to the pleasure district with a woman, after all.)

こっちの話(こっちのはなし/Kocchino hanashi): It’s nothing, It’s my own business, It doesn’t matter for you.

桜花「猫猫はたまに訳分からないこと言いだすわよねぇ…。もう私は言ったからね！次は、貴園よ」

Infa “Maomaowa tamani wake-wakara-nai-koto ii-dasu-wayonee… Mo watashiwa itta-karane! Tsugiwa, Guien-yo.”

Yinghua “Maomao, you sometimes say something that I can’t understand… I already told you! Next, it’s you, Guiyuan.”

貴園「私かぁ。私は逆に、文官の方がいいかな。一緒に読書とかできるでしょ？」

Guien “Watashi-kaa. Watashiwa gyakuni, bunkan-no-hoga ii-kana. Isshoni dokusho-toka dekiru-desho?”

Guiyuan “Me? On the contrary, I think I would prefer a civil servant. We could read books together, right?”

逆に(ぎゃくに/Gyakuni): on the contrary

桜花「ほうほう」

Infa “Ho-ho.”

Yinghua “Uh-huh.”

貴園「桜花と違って、視線が近い方が嬉しいかな。背は私より少し高いくらいで、年齢も同年代。男性としては小柄だけど…その分、頭の回転が速いと嬉しいわ。私っておっとりしているから、ちょうどいいと思って」

Guien “Infato chigatte, shisenga chikai-hoga ureshii-kana. Sewa watashi-yori sukoshi takai-kuraide, nenreimo do-nendai. Dansei-to-shitewa kogara-dakedo…sono-bun, atamano kaitenga hayaito ureshiiwa. Watashitte ottori shite-iru-kara, chodo ii-to omotte.”

Guiyuan “Unlike Yinghua, I like it when our eyes are close. He’s just a little taller than me, and we’re about the same age. He’s small for a man, but… I’d be happy if he could have a sharp mind. I’m a very easy-going person, so I thought that would be perfect for me.”

頭の回転が速い(あたまのかいてんがはやい/atamano kaitenga hayai): have a sharp mind, clever, quick-witted

おっとりしている(Ottori-shite-iru): easy-going, calm and gentle, laid-back

猫猫（ふんふん。同年代。小柄で頭の回転が速い）

Maomao (Fun-fun. Do-nendai. Kogarade atamano kaitenga hayai.)

Maomao (Hmmm. Same age. Small and having a sharp mind.)

愛藍「そういえば、貴園って、前、メガネをかけた人ってかっこいいって言ってなかった？」

Airan “So-ieba, Guientte, mae, megane’o kaketa hitotte kakko-iitte itte-nakatta?”

Ailan “Now that I think about it, didn’t you say before that people who wore glasses were cool, Guiyuan?”

貴園「そうなの！メガネ！あれいいよね～。すごく知的に見えるの」

Guien “So-nano! Megane! Are ii-yoneee. Sugoku chitekini mieruno.”

Guiyuan “That’s right! Glasses! They’re great. They make him look really intelligent.”

猫猫（メガネ…）

Maomao (Megane…)

Maomao (Glasses…)

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羅半「はいどうぞ、貴園さん。以前読みたいと言っていた書物です」

Rahan “Hai dozo, Guien-san. Izen yomi-tai-to itte-ita shomotsu-desu.”

Lahan “Here you go, Miss Guiyuan. This is the book you said you wanted to read before.”

貴園「ありがとうございます、羅半様！ずっと読みたかったんです」

Guien “Arigato gozai-masu, Rahan-sama! Zutto yomita-kattan-desu.”

Guiyuan “Thank you, Master Lahan! I’ve always wanted to read it.”

羅半「いえ、お安いご用です。貴園さんのような美しい女性とお茶が飲めるだけで、僕にとっては役得以外の何物でもありませんから」

Rahan “Ie, oyasui goyo-desu. Guien-sanno-yona utsukushii joseito ochaga nomeru-dakede, bokuni tottewa yaku-toku igaino nani-mono-demo ari-masen-kara.”

Lahan “No, no sweat. It’s nothing but a benefit to me to have tea with a beautiful woman like you, Miss Guiyuan.”

貴園「まぁ…！ところで、羅半様が持っている帳面は何ですか？数字がびっしり書いてあるようですけど…」

Guien “Maa…! Tokorode, Rahan-samaga motte-iru chomenwa nan-desuka? Sujiga bisshiri kaite-aru-yo-desu-kedo…”

Guiyuan “Oh…! By the way, what is that notebook that you have, Master Lahan? It seems to be full of numbers…”

羅半「気になりますか！？お目が高い…！これは円の周りの長さを直径で割った数字です」

Rahan “Kini nari-masuka!? Omega takai…! Korewa en-no mawarino nagasa’o chokkeide watta suji desu.”

Lahan “Are you curious!? You have a good eye! This is the circumference of a circle divided by its diameter.”

お目が高い（おめがたかい/Omega takai）: You have a good eye.

貴園「円の周りの長さ…」

Guien “En-no mawarino nagasa…”

Guiyuan “The circumference of a circle…”

羅半「計算の仕方は簡単で、円の周りの長さを直径で割ればいいだけですが、問題は最初の円の周りを測る時点でズレが出てくることでしょうか。もしもっと優れた計測器があれば、もっと正確な数字が割り出せるのですが…難しいものですね。異国の学者の話によれば、円周と直径の比率は割り切れず、終わりがないとされています。面白いのは、その数字は循環しないことで…」

Rahan “Keisanno shikatawa kantande, enno mawarino nagasa’o chokkeide wareba ii dake-desuga, mondaiwa saishono enno mawari’o hakaru jitende zurega dete-kuru-koto deshoka. Moshi motto sugureta keisokukiga areba, motto seikakuna sujiga wari-daseruno-desuga… Muzukashii mono desune. Ikokuno gakushano hanashini yoreba, enshuto chokkeino hiritsuwa wari-kirezu, owariga naito sarete-imasu. Omoshiroi-nowa, sono sujiwa junkan shinai-kotode…”

Lahan “The calculation is simple; you just divide the circumference of a circle by its diameter, but the problem is that there will be an error when you first measure the circumference. If we had better measuring equipment, we could get a more accurate figure, but it’s difficult. According to foreign scholars, the ratio of the circumference to the diameter is indivisible, and is said to have no end. The interesting thing is that the numbers don’t repeat…”

貴園「あ、あの…ありがとうございます。た、ためになります…。ところで、今日のお召し物、襟巻が素敵ですね。見たことがない柄です」

Guien “A, Ano… Arigato gozai-masu. Ta, Tameni narimasu… Tokorode, kyono omeshi-mono, eri-makiga suteki desune. Mita kotoga nai gara desu.”

Guiyuan “Um, well… thank you. I-I’ve learned a lot from you. By the way, the scarf you’re wearing today is lovely. It’s a pattern I’ve never seen before.”

羅半「これですか…お目が高い。幾何学模様と言って、西方から伝わったものです」

Rahan “Kore-desuka… Omega takai. Kikagaku-moyo-to itte, seiho-kara tsutawatta mono desu.”

Lahan “Do you mean this? You have a good eye. It’s a geometric pattern that was brought over from the West.”

幾何学模様(きかがくもよう/Kikagaku-moyo): geometric pattern

貴園「幾何学模様…？と言うんですね。どうりで、あまり見かけないものと思いました」

Guien “Kikagaku-moyo…? To iun-desune. Doride, amari mikake-nai-monoto omoi-mashita.”

Guiyuan “It’s a geometric pattern…right? That’s why I thought it’s something I don’t see very often.”

羅半「はい。気に入っているんですよ。単純な図形の組み合わせのように見えますが、実は螺旋状になっています。螺旋というのは自然の中で、貝や植物、渦潮などにも見られますが、数式として…」

Rahan “Hai. Kini itte-irun-desuyo. Tanjunna zukeino kumi-awaseno-yoni mie-masuga, jitsuwa rasen-joni natte-imasu. Rasento iu-nowa shizenno nakade, kaiya shokubutsu, uzu-shio-nado-nimo mirare-masuga, sushiki-to-shite…”

Lahan “Yes, I like it. It looks like a combination of simple shapes, but it’s actually a spiral. Spirals can be found in nature, in shells, plants, whirlpools, etc., but as a mathematical formula…”

貴園「あ、あの…ありがとうございます。た、ためになります…」

Guien “A, Ano… Arigato gozai-masu. Ta, Tameni nari-masu…”

Guiyuan “Um, well… thank you. I’ve learned a lot from you…”

羅半「…そういえば、僕としたことが、忘れていました。貴園さん」

Rahan “…So-ieba, bokuto shita-kotoga, wasurete imashita. Guien-san.”

Lahan “Come to think of it, what’s the matter with me! I had forgotten something, Miss Guiyuan.”

僕としたことが（ぼくとしたことが/Bokuto shita-kotoga）: What’s the matter with me! What’s wrong with me!

貴園「はい」

Guien “Hai.”

Guiyuan “Yes.”

羅半「そのかんざしは造形として、大変美しい」

Rahan “Sono kanzashiwa zokei-to-shite, taihen utsukushii.”

Lahan “The hairpin is very beautiful in its shape.”

造形(ぞうけい/Zokei): molding, modeling, shape, form

貴園「ありがとうございます。この間、気に入って買ったんです」

Guien “Arigato gozai-masu. Kono aida, kini-itte kattan-desu.”

Guiyuan “Thank you. I liked it so much that I bought it the other day.”

羅半「大変お似合いです！ただ、かんざしの挿し位置を北北西の方にあと一分ずらし、着物ももう少し赤みが強いものを入れたら完璧ですね。あ、それとここ最近、天気が悪く外出することが少ないようですが、体調は大丈夫ですか？」

Rahan “Taihen oniai desu! Tada, kanzashino sashi-ichi’o hoku-hoku-seino-honi ato ichibu zurashi, kimonomo mo-sukoshi akamiga tsuyoi mono’o ire-tara kanpeki desune. A, soreto koko saikin, tenkiga waruku gaishutsu-suru kotoga sukunai-yo-desuga, taichowa daijobu desuka?”

Lahan “It suits you very much! However, if you moved the position of the hairpin a little more to the north-northwest and wore a kimono with a stronger reddish hue, it would be perfect. Oh, and by the way, the weather has been bad recently and you haven’t been going out much, but are you feeling okay?”

貴園「…ええ。どうして私の体調が悪いことが分かったんです？」

Guien “…Ee. Doshite watashino taichoga warui kotoga wakattan-desu?”

Guiyuan “…Yes. How did you know I was feeling unwell?”

羅半「はい。前回会った時より、腰回りが明らかに一寸増えており、動きが悪くなっておりますよ」

Rahan “Hai. Zenkai atta-toki-yori, koshi-mawariga akirakani issun fuete-ori, ugokiga waruku natte-orimasu-yo.”

Lahan “Yes. Since the last time we met, your waist has obviously grown an inch, and you got slower.”

貴園「ら、羅半様…本をありがとうございます。そのうちお返ししますので」

Guien “Ra, Rahan-sama…hon’o arigato gozai-masu. Sono-uchi okaeshi shimasu-node.”

Guiyuan “M-Master Lahan… Thank you for the book. I’ll return it to you before long.”

羅半「おや貴園さん、もうお帰りで？動きにくそうですから、馬車でも呼びましょうか？」

Rahan “Oya Guien-san, mo okaeri-de? Ugoki-nikuso-desu-kara, basha-demo yobi-mashoka?”

Lahan “Oh, Miss Guiyuan, are you going home already? You seem hard to move, so shall I call a carriage?”

貴園「余計なお世話です！」

Guien “Yokeina osewa desu!”

Guiyuan “That’s none of your business!”

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猫猫「その男もやめておいた方がいいですよ」

Maomao “Sono otokomo yamete-oita-hoga ii-desuyo.”

Maomao “You should probably give up on that guy too.”

貴園「え？なんで？…ていうか、その男って誰？」

Guien “E? Nande? …Te-iuka, sono otokotte dare?”

Guiyuan “Wh-Why? …I mean, who is that guy?”

猫猫「…いや、えっと…学者肌には変わり者が多いですから」

Maomao “…Iya, etto… Gakusha-hada-niwa kawari-monoga ooi-desu-kara.”

Maomao “…Well, um… there are a lot of eccentric people among the scholarly types.”

変わり者(かわりもの/Kawari-mono): eccentric person, weirdo = 変人（へんじん/Hen-jin）

猫猫（女性関連で失礼なことは言わないだろうけど、絶対思ってるから、奴は）

Maomao (Josei-kanrende shitsureina kotowa iwanai-daro-kedo, zettai omotteru-kara, yatsuwa.)

Maomao (That guy probably won’t say anything rude about women, but definitely does think it.)

貴園「学者様がいいとは言ってないけど…メガネかけているとしたら、そういう人しかいないのかな？」

Guien “Gakusha-samaga ii-towa itte-nai-kedo… megane kakete-iruto-shitara, so-iu-hito-shika inaino-kana?”

Guiyuan “I’m not saying that scholars are good, but… if they wear glasses, are they the only ones?”

桜花「まあ、私の好みじゃないから。猫猫の意見には賛成だけど。さて、次は愛藍か」

Infa “Maa, watashino konomija nai-kara. Maomaono iken-niwa sansei-dakedo. Sate, tsugiwa Airanka.”

Yinghua “Well, it’s just not my preference. I agree with Maomao though. Now, next up is Ailan.”

愛藍「わ、私も言うの？」

Airan “Wa, Watashimo iuno?”

Ailan “Wh-What, I’m saying too?”

桜花・貴園「言うの！」

Infa, Guien “Iuno!”

Yinghua & Guiyuan “Sai it!”

愛藍「ん～、私の場合…ずっと年上の方がいいかも。歳が近いと緊張しちゃうから…」

Airan “Nnn, watashino baai… zutto toshi-ueno-hoga ii-kamo. Toshiga chikaito kincho shichau-kara…”

Ailan “Hmm, in my case… I think if would be better to have someone much older. I get nervous if we’re close in age…”

緊張する(きんちょうする/Kincho-suru): get nervous

桜花「普通、歳が離れている方が緊張するもんなんじゃない？」

Infa “Futsu, toshiga hanarete-iru-hoga kincho-suru mon-nanja nai?”

Yinghua “Normally, wouldn’t it be more nerve-wracking to be with someone so much older than you?”

貴園「あれじゃない？お父さんくらい年齢離れているとか」

Guien “Areja nai? Otosan-kurai nenrei hanarete-iru-toka.”

Guiyuan “Is it like… about the same age as your father, for example?”

桜花「え～？まぁ、好みは人それぞれだからいいけど」

Infa “Eee? Maa, konomiwa hito-sore-zore-dakara ii-kedo.”

Yinghua “Eh? Well, everyone has their own preferences, so that��s fine.”

愛藍「おっとりした人がいいかな。声が大きかったり、体が大きい人も怖いし…」

Airan “Ottori-shita hitoga ii-kana. Koega ooki-kattari, karadaga ookii hitomo kowaishi…”

Ailan “I think a laid back guy would be good. I’m scared of people with loud voices or big bodies…”

猫猫（年上。おっとりして、威圧感がない人…）

Maomao (Toshi-ue. Ottori-shite, iatsu-kanga nai hito…)

Maomao (Older. Gentle and not intimidating…)

桜花「愛藍ったら、背が高いのに、気が小さいものねぇ…。虫も殺せないような、優しい人とかいいかも。男だからって偉ぶらないで、お茶やお菓子も準備してくれる人とか！」

Infa “Airanttara, sega takai-noni, kiga chiisai-mono-nee… Mushimo korose-nai-yona, yasashii hito-toka ii-kamo. Otoko-dakaratte erabura-naide, ochaya okashimo junbi-shite-kureru hito-toka!”

Yinghua “Ailan, even though you’re tall, you’re quite timid… Maybe a gentle man who can’t even kill a bug would be good. Someone who doesn’t act superior just because he’s a man, and who will prepare tea and snacks for you!”

貴園「あー、桜花。それって自分の願望入ってるでしょ」

Guien “Aaa, Infa. Sorette jibunno ganbo haitteru-desho.”

Guiyuan “Ah, Yinghua. That includes your own wish, doesn’t it?”

桜花「ばれたか！」

Infa “Baretaka!”

Yinghua “You got me!”

ばれる(Bareru): (about secrets or what you have hidden) being revealed to others

猫猫（虫も殺せないような…お茶やお菓子も準備…ん～）

Maomao (Mushimo korose-nai-yona… Ochaya okashimo junbi…Nnn.)

Maomao (A man who can’t even kill bugs… prepares tea and snacks… hmm.)

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やぶ医者「愛藍ちゃん、今日のおやつは月餅でいいかい？」

Yabu-Isha “Airan-chan, kyono oyatsuwa geppeide ii-kai?”

Quack Doctor “Ailan, would you like mooncakes as a snack today?”

愛藍「あ…はい。ありがとうございます、医官様。では私はお茶を用意しますね」

Airan “A…Hai. Arigato gozai-masu, Ikan-sama. Dewa watashiwa ocha’o yoi shimasu-ne.”

Ailan “Ah…yes. Thank you, Doctor. I’ll prepare some tea then.”

やぶ医者「ああ、座って座って。私が用意するから。珍しい茶が手に入ったんだ。せっかくなんで入れさせておくれ」

Yabu-Isha “Aa, suwatte suwatte. Watashiga yoi suru-kara. Mezurashii chaga teni haittanda. Sekkaku-nande ire-sasete-okure.”

Quack Doctor “No, please sit down. I’ll prepare it for you. I’ve got some rare tea, so please let me make it.”

愛藍「ありがとうございます」

Airan “Arigato gozaimasu.”

Ailan “Thank you.”

やぶ医者「…ああ、新しいものだと香りがいいねぇ」

Yabu-Isha “…Aa, atarashii mono-dato kaoriga ii-nee.”

Quack Doctor “Ah, fresh things smell good.”

愛藍「月餅もおいしいです。中にクルミとヒマワリの種が入っているんですね」

Airan “Geppeimo oishii-desu. Nakani kurumito himawarino tanega haitte-irun-desune.”

Ailan “Mooncakes are also delicious. They have walnuts and sunflower seeds inside.”

やぶ医者「そうだよ。蜂蜜がたっぷり染み込んでいて美味しいだろう？」

Yabu-Isha “Sodayo. Hachi-mitsuga tappuri shimi-konde-ite oishii-daro?”

Quack Doctor “Yes, it’s delicious because it’s soaked in plenty of honey, isn’t it?”

愛藍「…ほっぺが落ちそうです」

Airan “…Hoppega ochiso-desu.”

Ailan “…It melted in my mouth.”

ほっぺが落ちそう(Hoppega ochiso): My cheeks will fall. = Japanese phrase used when eating something very delicious.　Ex) このケーキは、おいしすぎてほっぺが落ちちゃう！: This cake is so delicious that it’s like my cheeks are falling off!

やぶ医者「あと、棚の上に焼き菓子もあるんだ。せっかくだから食べてしまおうか」

Yabu-Isha “Ato, tanano ueni yaki-gashimo arunda. Sekkaku-dakara tabete-shimaoka.”

Quack Doctor “Also, there are some baked goods on the shelf. Let’s eat them up while we’re here.”

愛藍「…えっ？いいんですか？」

Airan “…E? Iin-desuka?”

Ailan “Oh, is that okay?”

やぶ医者「食べないと、悪くなるからねぇ…よしっと。えーっと…いやあぁぁぁ！」

Yabu-Isha “Tabe-naito, waruku naru-karanee… Yoshitto. Eeetto… Iyaaaaaa!”

Quack Doctor “If you don’t eat, it’ll go bad. Okay. Umm… Noooooooo!”

愛藍「…どっ…どうしたんです？」

Airan “…Do…Do-shitan-desu?”

Ailan “Wh-What happened?”

やぶ医者「…ああ…くく…む、虫！あ、あの…黒くて、光る…」

Yabu-Isha “…Aa…Ku, ku…mu, mushi! A, Ano…kurokute, hikaru…”

Quack Doctor “Ah… ahh… an insect! Um, that’s… black and shiny…”

愛藍「えっ！ええっ！？」

Airan “E! Ee!?”

Ailan “Huh!? Huh!?”

やぶ医者「た、退治しておくれぇぇぇ～！」

Yabu-Isha “Ta, Taiji-shite-okureeeeee!”

Quack Doctor “P-Please get rid of it!”

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猫猫（…やぶ医者しか思いつかない…）

Maomao (…Yabu-Isha shika omoi-tsuka-nai…)

Maomao (…The only thing I can think of is Quack Doctor…)

思いつく(おもいつく/Omoi-tsuku): think of, come up with, come to mind

猫猫「愛藍さん」

Maomao “Airan-san.”

Maomao “Ailan.”

愛藍「どうしたの？猫猫、深刻な顔してるけど…」

Airan “Do-shitano? Maomao, shinkokuna kao shiteru-kedo…”

Ailan “What’s wrong? Maomao, you look serious…”

深刻な（しんこくな/Shinkokuna）: serious, grave, severe

猫猫「ゴキブリは…退治できますか？」

Maomao “Gokiburiwa…taiji deki-masuka?”

Maomao “Can you get rid of cockroaches?”

ゴキブリ（Gokiburi）: cockroach (Actually, we don’t want to say its name and we often call just “G” or something in our daily lives.)

退治する（たいじする/Taiji-suru）: get rid of, exterminate

愛藍「ゴキブリ…？ひ、必要なら、頑張って退治するけど…」

Airan “Gokiburi…? Hi, Hitsuyo-nara, ganbatte taiji suru-kedo…”

Ailan “Cockroaches…!? I-If necessary, I’ll do my best to get rid of them…”

猫猫「なら問題ないです。幸せになって下さい」

Maomao “Nara mondai-nai-desu. Shiawaseni natte kudasai.”

Maomao “Then there’s no problem. Be happy.”

愛藍「う、うん…」

Airan “U, Un…”

Ailan “Uh, yeah…”

桜花「ちょっと、さっきから何なの？猫猫は。次はあなたの番よ。どんな人が好みなの？」

Infa “Chotto, sakki-kara nan-nano? Maomaowa. Tsugiwa anatano ban-yo. Donna hitoga Konomi-nano?”

Yinghua “Hey, what’s been going on this whole time, Maomao? It’s your turn next. What type of man do you like?”

番（ばん/Ban）: turn = 順番（じゅんばん/Junban）

猫猫「大体愛藍さんと同じでいいです」

Maomao “Daitai Airan-santo onajide ii-desu.”

Maomao “It’s fine if it’s roughly the same as Ailan.”

貴園「え～、ずるーい！猫猫も、もっと具体的に！」

Guien “Eee, zuruuui! Maomaomo, motto gutai-tekini!”

Guiyuan “Eh, that’s not fair! Maomao, please be more specific!”

具体的な（ぐたいてきな/Gutai-tekina）: specific, concrete, particular

猫猫「そう言われましても…ていうか皆さん、普段壬氏様のことを話している割に、好みの中には入っていませんでしたね」

Maomao “So iware-mashi-temo…te-iuka mina-san, fudan Jinshi-samano koto’o hanashite-iru-warini, konomino naka-niwa haitte-imasen-deshitane.”

Maomao “Even if you say so… I mean, everyone, even though you all talk about Master Jinshi all the time, he was not one of your preferences, was he?”

桜花「あー、壬氏様かー。壬氏様は特別だから」

Infa “Aaa, Jinshi-sama-kaaa. Jinshi-samawa tokubetsu-dakara.”

Yinghua “Oh, Master Jinshi. Master Jinshi is special.”

貴園「だよね～。見ているのは素敵だけど、隣には立ちたくないかも。自信がある人でないと無理だよ」

Guien “Dayoneee. Mite-iru-nowa suteki-dakedo, tonari-niwa tachi-taku-nai-kamo. Jishinga aru hitode naito muri-dayo.”

Guiyuan “Yeah, I agree. It’s nice to look at, but I wouldn’t want to stand next to him. Only a confident person can do that."

無理（むり/Muri）: impossible

自信がある人(じしんがあるひと/Jishinga aru hito): a confident person

自信がある人でないと無理（じしんがあるひとでないとむり/Jishinga aru hitode naito muri）: It’s impossible for a person who is not confident (to stand next to him.)

愛藍「えぇ…観賞用だもの」

Airan “Ee… Kansho-yo-damono.”

Ailan “Yeah… he’s just for watching.”

観賞用（かんしょうよう/Kansho-yo）: for ornamental purposes (for plants, usually)

観賞する（かんしょうする/Kansho-suru）: admire, watch and enjoy (flowers or movies, usually)

〇〇用（よう/yo）: for the purpose of 〇〇

三人「ね～！」

San-nin “Neee!”

Three ladies “Right!”

猫猫（この三人、夢見がちに見えて、現実分かっているところあるなぁ）

Maomao (Kono san-nin, yumemi-gachini miete, genjitsu wakatte-iru-tokoro aru-naa.)

Maomao (These three seem to be dreamers, but they also understand reality.)

桜花「でも、想像は、一回くらいしちゃわない？」

Infa “Demo, sozowa, ikkai-kurai shichawa-nai?”

Yinghua “But haven’t you just imagined it at least once?”

愛藍「分かるかも」

Airan “Wakaru-kamo.”

Ailan “Maybe, yes.”

貴園「分かる分かる」

Guien “Wakaru wakaru.”

Guiyuan “Yes, I have.”

桜花「ねぇ、壬氏さまと付き合うとしたら、猫猫、どう思う？」

Infa “Nee, Jinshi-samato tsukiau-to-shitara, Maomao, do omou?”

Yinghua “Hey, Maomao, what do you think about going out with Master Jinshi?”

付き合う（つきあう/Tsuki-au）: dating, going out (please note that つきあう doesn’t always mean dating as a boyfriend/girlfriend, and it sometimes means just having a relationship with someone. It depends.)

猫猫「ありえないことですけどね～…」

Maomao “Arie-nai-koto desu-kedoneee…”

Maomao “That’s impossible though…”

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壬氏「おい、薬屋」

Jinshi “Oi, Kusuriya.”

Jinshi “Hey, Apothecary.”

猫猫「何でしょうか、壬氏様」

Maomao “Nan-deshoka, Jinshi-sama.”

Maomao “What is it, Master Jinshi?”

壬氏「せっかく一緒に茶を飲んでいるというのに、なぜ隣で薬を作っている？」

Jinshi “Sekkaku isshoni cha’o nonde-iruto iu-noni, naze tonaride kusuri’o tsukutte-iru?”

Jinshi “We’re drinking tea together, so why are you making medicine next to me?”

猫猫「薬を作っているところを呼び出したのは壬氏様でしたので」

Maomao “Kusuri’o tsukutte-iru-tokoro’o yobi-dashita-nowa Jinshi-sama deshita-node.”

Maomao “It was you who called me while I was making medicine, Master Jinshi.”

壬氏「いやー、そこは悪かったが…何か話すこととかないか？」

Jinshi “Iyaaa, sokowa waru-katta-ga… Nanika hanasu-koto-toka naika?”

Jinshi “Well, I’m sorry about that, but… is there anything else you’d like to talk about?”

猫猫「強いて言えば、なぜ壬氏様が茶を飲むのにわざわざ市井の店を選んだか、ということでしょうか？」

Maomao “Shiite-ieba, naze Jinshi-samaga cha’o nomu-noni waza-waza shiseino mise’o eranda-ka, to-iu-koto deshoka?”

Maomao “If I had to say, I would ask why you chose this store in the city in order to drink tea.”

壬氏「えーいや、うまい茶と菓子が食えると聞いたもので…」

Jinshi “Eee iya, umai chato kashiga kueruto kiita-monode…”

Jinshi “Oh, um… I heard that you can have good tea and sweets here…”

猫猫「はい。毒見役として私の仕事は終わったと思いますので、薬づくりを再開しました。それと、高順様、ずっと戸を押さえていますが、大丈夫ですか？」

Maomao “Hai. Dokumi-yaku-to-shite watashino shigotowa owatta-to omoi-masu-node, kusuri-zukuri’o saikai-shimashita. Soreto, Gaoshun-sama, zutto to’o osaete-imasuga, daijobu desuka?”

Maomao “Yes. I think my job as a poison tester is done, so I’ve resumed making medicine. Also, Master Gaoshun, you’ve been holding the door the whole time. Are you okay?”

高順「わ、私は大丈夫ですから…壬氏様と小猫は茶を楽しんで…んっ、ん…」

Gaoshun “Wa, Watashiwa daijobu desu-kara… Jinshi-samato Shaomaowa cha’o tanoshinde…n, n…”

Gaoshun “I-I’m fine… Master Jinshi and Xiaomao, please enjoy your tea… hmmm…”

壬氏「全然、大丈夫そうに見えない…」

Jinshi “Zen-zen, daijobu-soni mie-nai…”

Jinshi “He doesn’t look okay at all…”

猫猫「壬氏様が店の戸を全部閉めないうちに覆面を脱ぐから…」

Maomao “Jinshi-samaga miseno to’o zenbu shime-nai-uchini fukumen’o nugu-kara…”

Maomao “Since you took off your mask before closing all the doors of the store, Master Jinshi…”

閉めないうちに（しめないうちに/Shime-nai-uchini）: before closing

〇〇しないうちに（〇〇shinai-uchini）: before 〇〇ing

猫猫（下界に降り立った天女が如き御仁を見るために、老若男女問わず観客が押し寄せている…）

Maomao (Gekai-ni ori-tatta tennyoga-gotoki gojin’o miru-tameni, ro-nyaku-nan-nyo-towazu kankyakuga oshi-yosete-iru…)

Maomao (Audiences of all ages and genders flock to see the personage like a heavenly maiden who has descended to the earth…)

下界（げかい/Gekai）: earth, this world ⇔ 天界（てんかい/Tenkai）: the heaven

御仁（ごじん/Gojin・おひと/Ohito）: personage, person worthy of respect

老若男女（ろうにゃくなんにょ/Ro-nyaku-nan-nyo）: All ages and genders

壬氏「いや暑かったんだ。仕方ないだろ」

Jinshi “Iya, atsu-kattanda. Shikata-nai-daro.”

Jinshi “No, it was just hot. It can’t be helped.”

猫猫「早く茶と菓子を食べてしまいましょう。高順様がもう限界ですから」

Maomao “Hayaku chato kashi’o tabete-shimai-masho. Gaoshun-samaga mo genkai desu-kara.”

Maomao “Let’s hurry up and eat the tea and sweets. Master Gaoshun has already reached his limit.”

限界（げんかい/Genkai）: limit

高順「お二人共、ごゆっ…あっ…」

Gaoshun “Ofutari-tomo, goyu…a…”

Gaoshun “You two, p-please take your time… ah…”

猫猫「高順様！」

Maomao “Gaoshun-sama!”

Maoao “Master Gaoshun!”

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猫猫「碌(ろく)なことはないと思います」

Maomao “Rokuna kotowa naito omoi-masu.”

Maomao “I don’t think there’s anything good in it.”

ろくなことはない(Rokuna kotowa nai): There’s anything good.

桜花「…ごめん、私も同じだわ」

Infa “…Gomen, watashimo onaji-dawa.”

Yinghua “…Sorry, I feel the same way.”

貴園「やっぱそうだよねぇ～…」

Guien “Yappa so-dayoneee…”

Guiyuan “That’s true after all…”

やっぱ(Yappa) = やっぱり(Yappari): I knew it, as expected, after all, actually

愛藍「うん…高望みは良くない…」

Airan “Un… Taka-nozomiwa yoku-nai…”

Ailan “Yeah… It’s not good to aim too high…”

高望み（たかのぞみ）: aiming too high, having high expectation

猫猫「でしょ？」

Maomao “Desho?”

Maomao “Right?”

三人「はぁ～…どっかにいい人いないかなぁ～」

San-nin “Haaaa… Dokkani ii-hito inai-kanaaaa.”

Three ladies “Hmm… I wonder if there’s any man out there for me, somewhere.”

紅娘「おやつの時間は終わった？壬氏様たちがいらっしゃるから、早く片付けてお出迎えしてちょうだい」

Hon’nyan “Oyatsuno jikanwa owatta? Jinshi-sama-tachiga irassharu-kara, hayaku katazukete odemukae-shite-chodai.”

Hongniang “Is snack time over? Master Jinshi and others are coming, so please clean up quickly and greet them.”

Hongniang: I think this line is Hongniang's, but she must be in her 30s and the voice sounds much older... But anyway, there should be no one else.

三人「はーい！」

San-nin “Haaai!”

Three ladies “Yes!”

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