#ah shi I mean edgy

[redsediment]

Another tweet from the dungeon m’lord

[holyguardian]

Hands my url from when I fell on the ground yesterday tryin 2 b cool

MEME → Send me a url and I'll answer the following;; adjusts my sunglasses while I type 1 key at a time quietly swearing because I can't see shit

Opinion on;

Character in general: UGGGHHHH. He is the juggernaut of Final Fantasy, period, and whatever opinion I rattle off doesn't feel valid. I don't know how to explain it. I know him from SO MUCH MEDIA and it's conflicting and messy and when you put it all together it doesn't all make perfect sense. I immensely enjoy his character though, he isn't the perfect hero and he even shies away from that. I'm also certain that FFVII on PS1 was my introduction to characters in a videogame carrying trauma and when I first played through I know that I didn't fully understand what had happened because I was so young when I played it. Though around the time I replayed it in highschool I walked away with a better understanding and to the people who call this guy cool / dark / edgy all I can say is mosey on and play the original game.

How they play them: SAYJ has a very clear voice when roleplaying Cloud. I am certain I have commented this before, I saw their writing and immediately could hear their Cloud and it wasn't just any version of him, it was the hot mess that is from OG. Not going to lie I very quickly 👀💖 jumped at the chance for some small interactions. He's MEAN. He's ruthless, point A to point B and if he has to use his buster sword to carve a path he will. He can be the most stubborn ass known to man. HOWEVER he still has heart. His love language is through his protectiveness and acts of service, while ALL OF THE ABOVE is still going on. He doesn't just soften and become a ball of fluff to those he gets along with. He can be very rough to handle but honestly that's part of the charm???

The writer: SAYJ is [I answer but a truck drives by honking its horn the entire time]. Okay but for real. Recently, as in yesterday, we both had this revelation that we were scurrying around the other like we were imposters trying to act cool and like Real Writers™ because we both saw the other replying and 'fuck' [picks up keyboard and rattles it] 'uhh hhh how do.. reply to that.. so good ffff..' And I really feel like I have clicked with them on a spiritual level. We get each other. We're both on our respective blogs, SAYJ slamming out shitposts and me smashing out my tunnel-vision aesthetics and peppering some Actual Writing™ between that. Also I feel like I could walk into their IMs and SCREAM AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS about the most obscure thing and they'd scream back, which is a fucking treasure.

Do I:

RP with them: Ah fuck. Shit. I think so??? It's so dark with these sunglasses, I've either been replying to cloudvii or clouduii and honestly I'm too afraid to question it at this point because they keep replying so we've got a good thing going on.

Want to RP with them: If I haven't been replying to them, and I have been replying to clouduii, uh yeah... this is awkward, but uh... I'd like to give it a try.

What is my;

Overall Opinion: High Quality blog, 20/10, so stoked I got a dose of 'imposter syndrome' when I was knee deep in because I would have missed out on such an amazing opportunity to develop this writing relationship and ooc friendship that. Chef's kiss. Love how our gremlins interact. Love how we interact. The entirety of how we interact from the outside looking in is SAYJ face first on the floor and me stumbling blindly around and I wouldn't change that for a damn thing.

[chimswae]

BTS Caretaker CH38

Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?

- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)

- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au

- Word Count: 3,422

- Author Note: I had long weekend with my ongoing workshops going on whole day :< so thats why for the late update! sorry xx appreciate someone still read this!

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Chapter 38

“Okay, use the emergency exit and I will ask our manager to get you. Make sure to come straight to KBS Seul, I will be waiting for you” Yoongi rubbed his sore neck and glanced around the room to find the sign of his personal manager.

He hung up his phone and walked up to his manager with a distress face “Hyung, can we talk?” the muscular guy nodded as they both went to the corner of the room. “Yes, is everything alright? You seem a little edgy” he blinked confusedly.

“I need your help. Seul will be here so I need your help to assist her inside. Can you help me to get Seul?” Yoongi asked, hopeful yet afraid that his manager refused to fulfil his request.

He raised his brow in questioned “Seul? The caretaker lady? What is she doing here? Yoongi we are in public. Whatever things that you have with this young lady, don’t do it here. People might be suspicious to see her presence around you guys” the younger man stared at him hopefully.

“Please, she is in trouble. I can’t trust her alone, so I have to keep my eyes on her. I hope you can help me hyung. Please” taken aback by Yoongi unusual antic, his manager pressed his lips together in a deep thought. Being a manager, it was his responsibility to see the bigger picture of this issue and to ensure any of the members wouldn’t take any rash decision which could jeopardize their career.

“Fine, I will go get her. Don’t worry and focus on what you are about to do in a bit. Get ready for your stage, it is your turn soon”

Yoongi heaved a sigh of relief “Thank you hyung. Thank you” he gave the guy a soft squish on the shoulder and returned to his seat.

Jin overheard the conversation that they had and grew worried over Seul. The last time they talked was a week ago, he didn’t get to keep in touch with her ever since then. Not that he wanted to stick his nose into someone else’ affair, however he noticed Seul and Yoongi closeness these days made him think that they were officially dating each other.

Jungkook on the other hand had stopped talking about Seul which freaked him out. If he could crown Seul’s biggest fans, then it will be Jungkook. The maknae’s mood seemed a little dull than usual. Jimin had stuck to his side like glue ever since then.

Burying himself under his hoodie, Jin stared at his phone blankly dying to know the truth.

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Seul squished her eyes together, mentally blaming herself for calling Yoongi adding more burden to his already hectic day. Not that she wanted to burden him with her problem, but she had nowhere to go especially now, she had trusted Yoongi with all her heart. She would rather turn to him rather than destroying herself with her evil thoughts.

She dragged her heavy feet inside the building and made sure to keep her eyes open to catch familiar face there, like Bighit staff. Her cell phone rang. Still staring at the screen showing the live broadcast of Music Bank, she answered the call without uttering anything “Seul? Where are you?” asked the voice at the end of the line.

“Jin? I am..here at KBS” she was surprised to hear from Jin at this time when she thought they would be in stage getting ready for their performance.

“I heard..you are coming. Are you already here? Kibum hyung will be down in a minute to get you” Seul heard her name being called and quickly turned to face the owner of the voice. “Your manager is here. I will see you in a bit Jin. Good luck” she added, smiling between her words. Jin couldn’t hide that cheeky smile of his as he looked forward to seeing her after a week.

He jogged toward her, calling her name once again “Seul? Come with me, and I have to warn you beforehand that the backstage is going to be hectic and crazy. Walk close to me so you won’t get lost” he explained

She nodded her head, grateful to see BTS manager there, at least she didn’t need to walk through that unfamiliar glass door alone. The image in front of her took her breath away, she had never seen a backstage this hectic. Technically, she got a first-hand experience at BBMAS, but it was different considering the award show had a bigger space unlike this one. People had to squish themselves against the wall and the hallway could barely support two people walking side by side.

KBS really need a bigger space to cater this huge number of idols and staffs running around the hallway as if they were in a marathon. The silent man kept glancing at her to ensure the girl didn’t get stuck in between. Seul smiled as an assurance mouthing ‘I am fine’ that she was able to catch up on him.

Soft yelling from every corner could be heard as they were busy preparing their idols to stage. She bumped into a group of tall handsome men on her way and right before she wanted to apologize, they disappeared from her vicinity. Amazed with the surrounding, she pressed herself against the wall to keep her safe safe from bumping into other people.

It was dizzying to be in this crowded area, so she picked up her pace upon realizing the older man was nowhere to be seen. Grunting under her breath, Seul resumed her walk while keeping her eyes wide opened in case she walked pass Bangtan’s waiting room.

Like a little wandering lamb, Seul found herself in front of a room with a BTS signed on the door. She was relieved to be free from the suffocating scene a moment ago and knocked on the door softly. She opened the door, but to her surprise, she was greeted by unfamiliar faces inside the room.

She tilted her head in confusion and went back to read the name on the door though she was sure ‘BTS’ was written clearly on it. Confusion buzzed through her brain, deciphering every word written on the door. A hand was pulling the door opened on the other side causing her to stumble a little. Regaining her balance, she muttered a soft sorry in embarrassment.

The atmosphere inside the room thickening when all eyes were on her. Seul chewed her lips nervously “Who are you?” said a woman in a grey hoodie. She was holding a brush so Seul assumed she’s one of the stylists.

“I..am looking for Bangtan Sonyeondan. I guess this is not their room?” she gulped the lumps on her throat, easing the awkwardness in her.

“I thought Jae hyung changed BTS sunbaenim sign on the door to ours” another voice came into the picture and this time it was a man. His strong gravel voice reminded her of Taehyung. The man shoved his phone inside his pocket and rose from his seat. Holy crap, he is super tall! A very tall young man with smexy eyes. His eye makeup really gave away that sexy vampire vibe.

Taking the image in front of her, she stared at him in starstruck awe. His side profile was bloody amazing, with that sharp jawline and perfect proportion, he was one of a kind.  He tore his gaze from the mirror “I am sorry, but this is not BTS waiting room, there was a mistake. We are JBJ-“ his words were stuck in his throat.

His eyes shot opened, enormous with surprise. “Seul!” their eyes met, exchanging a meaningful look. It had been years since they last saw each other. Even though Hyunbin kept in touch with her mother, they never exchanged a single text even once for years. Occasionally, Hyunbin would keep himself update on Seul’s life through her mother and that was it. He wanted to make sure the girl was safe and sound, living her life normally.

“Hyunbin..What are you doing here?” a smile appeared on her face as she could hear low murmur from the staffs and his bandmates. Noticing Seul getting a little uncomfortable by the attention that she got, Hyunbin cleared his throat to say something “This is Seul. She is an old friend of mine” they nodded and decided to give them space for their reunion.  

“Nuna, can you give me a second? I need to talk to her” the brunette looked at him weirdly while exchanging quick glance with Kenta. The Japanese guy only chuckled in his seat, moving his shoulder in a small shrug.

He approached Seul as his arms were screaming to pull the small girl into his arm, yet he knew it better. There were many eyes in the room. Hence, he must behave himself. “Wow, I didn’t expect to run into you here” said Seul, exhaling a soft breath.

“Me too. How are you?”

“I am fine, thank you. You..look good. I heard from mother that you have become an idol now. And, yeah Hoon told me about the survival show thing” he gazed down at her still bemused of their unexpected meeting.  

“It is JBJ, I am with them now. It is a temporary group project. Oh, I am sorry for what happened to Hoon. I should have known that he was assaulted by those guys, so I could do something about it” Seul shook her head. “Don’t be sorry, you did nothing. It is in the past, Hoon is working hard now to find a suitable agency that can take him as trainee” her smile alone radiates the whole room, making his eyes shrunk into a crescent moon.

“Hoon told me, I am happy for him. By the way Seul-ah, why are you looking for BTS sunbaenim?” he inquired.

“I replace mother for the time being at least until she gets better. I am their caretaker” with a laugh she shied away and ran fingers in her hair.

He watched her with an amused smile “You work for them? That is great. I mean- to work with BTS sunbaenim, that is like a dream comes true” now Hyunbin sounded a legit fanboy to her making her giggle at his reaction.

“Are you a fan?” “Of course! BTS sunbaenim is like the best role model that I could wish for” without hesitation Hyunbin answered it in one breath. They both laughed heartily enjoying the topic of his fascination towards his lovely BTS sunbaenim.

“Seul? Seul.. Thank god you are here!” they shifted their attention to the tired looking man in his fancy stage outfit. “Jinnie, why are you here?” she exclaimed in bafflement.

“To find you, hyung said he lost you. Why are you wandering around alone? This place is huge, you could get lost” Jin nagged like a mother but turned mute as soon as he realized Hyunbin’s presence around them.

“Sunbaenim..hi” Hyunbin bowed politely with a shy smile.

The older guy returned the greetings and looked at Seul confusedly “Are you seeking for his help? Ya, Ji Seul. That is not right, he is a busy man” he frowned, and his forehead furrowed. “I am sorry Hyunbin-ssi, did she cause any trouble?” Seul gaped in disbelief.

“Yah!” Jin shot her a stern look when Seul showed her protest.

“No, sunbaenim no..Seul is an old friend of mine so we are having a little chit-chat. She is not causing any trouble”

“Oh really? How did you guys know each other?”

“It is a long story Jin. It may take hours to finish one. We have to go. Don’t you have a stage to slay? And a heart to win?”

“Whose heart?” Jin was clueless by her randomness.

“Armys’ heart you fool. Let’s go. Hyunbin-ah, lets meet soon so we can have a proper talk over a tea. See you around” she bowed, patting Jin’s back signalling him to start walking and lead the way. He watched as they left the scene hurriedly with Seul trailing behind the tall guy, most probably listening to her nag along the journey.

‘Are they dating?’ he scratched his head in trying to think of a reason for their odd behaviour.

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“Are you saying Kwon could be your father?” Yoongi pressed his lips together processing the info that he had just received. For an odd reason, the air conditioner in his studio was not enough to cool off the rage boiled inside him.

“Fuck yes” Seul said bitterly.

Jin threw a cushion toward her direction “Language” and Seul grimaced in her seat.

“Ugh, alright Steve Rogers wannabe” she hugged RJ cushion pillow to her chest, squeezing it dear life earning a disgruntled look from the owner a.k.a the creator of RJ.

“Stop doing that, you are suffocating him”

She smirked sarcastically “I am turning him into my hostage”

Jin rolled his eyes in response and returned his attention back to Seul’s story. “Why didn’t any of you tell me about this? About him threatening you? Kwon is a dangerous man, stop working there” Yoongi nodded in agreement as he looked as furious as Jin.

“It is not that simple. He could sue me for breach of contract”

“We will pay for you” their unanimous voice surprised her. “The point here is, we are not letting him near you. He is a shameless old man. He should have gone to jail for what he did to you” Yoongi’s voice was deep, filled with hatred.

“Can you for once stop worrying about money? We could help you. And I know you may find this a little uncomfortable, let’s just say you can pay us when you have money. For now, think about your family safety”

Seul leaned back in her seat, fiddling with the hem of her pink sweatshirt “We are still not sure if he is my biological father. I..dont want to know at all” she blinked away her tears afraid if it hits the ground, it would send her to another dreary night.

Jin slipped his warm hands in hers, giving it a small squish “It is up to you. You don’t need to know if it hurts you. Because after all these years, you were doing fine without your biological father. Hoon and ahjumma love you, that is important. The family that you have now is your real family” he hummed softly.

“What should I do first?” she looked up with a glint of hope evident in her eyes.

The rapper sighed “It is about time Ji Seul. First, you need to return home and be with your mother. She is worried sick and wouldn’t stop bombarding me with messages” Jin cringed.

“Why she didn’t text me? She always put me above everyone else before you come into the picture!” the latter was salty over the fact that Mrs Hwang went to Yoongi instead of him.

Ignoring Jin meaningless argument, he continued “I will ask Sejin hyung about this. Well, Bighit owns a good team that can help you going through those process. We will think about that later. You have to head back and get a long rest”

“Get rid of those eyebags, it looks saggy”

“Don’t point it out!” she hissed at Jin spiteful remarks.

Yoongi rose and told her to head back home to get a good rest. “It is late. Get up and leave” Seul glared at him few seconds, adjusting her forms.

“See you again Jin. Good night” Jin crossed his arm disliking the way Yoongi dominates everyone here when he is the hyung.

Opening the door, he walked after her leaving sulky Jin inside the studio. He grabbed her arms stopping her from walking “You look like a walking dead. Can you return by yourself or do you need me to walk you home?” he whispered, tucking the strand of hair behind her ears.

“It is fine. I can take taxi or bus. You had a long day, thank you for sparing your busy time. I appreciate it” she stroked his wrist, exhaling a tired sigh.

“Then, text me as soon as you reach home. Be careful” he planted a soft kiss at the top of her head, pulling the girl into a tight hug.

“Yoongi…” “Stay like this for a minute, I need this” she smiled, encircling her arms around his waist tight. Burying her face in his chest, she inhaled his manly scent. Thanks to Yoongi and Jin, today seemed to be easy for her to endure after all. This is how it feels like to have trusted people by her side, she need not to worry about her insecurities. They will come to aid when she needs them.

Meanwhile, beyond the door was Namjoon doing his Vlive for the fans. As he read through the comment, Namjoon was taken aback to see the comment section were flooded with questions like;

“Who are those people at your door?”

“Namjoon oppa I think someone is in front of your door”

“OMG? DID I JUST SEE SOMEONE HUGGING THERE AGSDJAHAJS”

“THE MEMBER IS DATING? WHO WHO?”

“WHO IS THAT GIRL!”

“Eyy, don’t freak out it must be one of the members fooling around”

“I swear to god that is a girl! You can clearly see the height difference and her ponytails?! WTF?”

“Judging from the size and height, could it be Jimin??!”

“It could be Min Yoongi too”

“The height difference and the frame asuwehwdhjws FUCK! It is definitely a girl and a man!”

“Think positive guysss! Namjoon oppa go check who is at the door! I am freaking out!!!”

 His eyes sprung open reading the unusual comment and he quickly turned back to confirm it with his own eyes, whether it was only a prank by Armys. To his dismay, it wasn’t some empty words. There were two people at the door of his studio, holding onto each other sparking questions inside his head.

Namjoon bid a farewell to Armys without commenting anything about the unclear reflection came from his door, and he settled down to confront whoever outside his studio. Indeed, Armys have eyes like a hawk. This was not their first time seeing through things that they shouldn’t see.

He was moving quickly, stealthily towards the door to find Yoongi and Seul exchanging warm hugs. They pulled away upon hearing the door clicked open “Hyung? Seul?” Seul blushed softly and forced a smile across her lips.

“Joon..I am about to leave. I will see you guys soon” Namjoon couldn’t take his eyes off Seul and Yoongi however he didn’t want to scare the poor girl. He chose to keep his mouth shut ignoring the possibility that this dating rumour might make to major news headline tomorrow.

“Get back safely Seul” he waved awkwardly.

Yoongi sent her off to the elevator, “Text me alright?” he ruffled her hair along with his signature gummy smile.

“Goodnight Yoong”

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The following day, Namjoon woke up early than he planned. He didn’t sleep a wink last night with all the worries and fear bubbled inside him. What if Armys sense something is wrong and make fuss over the issue? What he should do to stop the rumours from spreading?

He settled deeper under the warm covers, not wanting to think about what he read on Twitter and Naver. Namjoon spent his night reading fans tweet to see their theories on the enigmatic figure behind the doors. And, he was right. The keyword ‘RM VLIVE’ and ‘RM Studio Door’ were both trending on twitter and naver. Not to mention, Armys had came up with a hashtag #AskRM on twitter and was trended first worldwide for 9 hours straight.

Groaning in frustration, Namjoon sat up and rubbed his forehead. His head was pounded at the thought of this rumour circulating around the fans. He prayed that fans will stop speculating and it wouldn’t reach the press or even worse Bang PD. Fortunately, everyone seemed busy to notice this kind of trending made by fans. Lets just stay that way.

Namjoon spoke to no one about this issue even though the chances that the members to figure out truth from the internet was quite high, he planned to tell others the first thing in the morning. Today would be their last day for Love Yourself promotion before proceeding with their Wings Tour until early December. He was determined to not ruin today’s fansign and acted normal. He better not screwed it up.

     This work belongs to  Chimswae © 2021. All Rights Reserved

[thebikles]

Little Merlin Fanfic Chapter 6

Chapter 1: https://thebikles.tumblr.com/post/616315012077813760/little-merlin-fan-fiction

(Sorry I don’t have the other chapters listed but if you scroll through my blog you’ll find them) 

“Right. So I’m in danger. I don’t know… The woods look pretty peaceful to me.”

Merlin huffed in exasperation. This was taking far too long and smokey tendrils of anxiety were curling in his stomach. They were like passengers lounging aboard the deck of a sinking ship. He wished he had the strength to just carry Arthur back to the castle, whether the prince liked it or not. But at least they were arguing. All was not lost if Arthur was willing to look him in the eye.

“There’s going to be an ambush. Now would you just listen for once in your life and come with me?”

He hadn’t moved, “An ambush? Where’d you get that information? And why aren’t the knights with you?”

Merlin shifted uncomfortably. He couldn’t exactly say that Morgana was plotting to kill him. Arthur arched an aristocratic eyebrow and all his words dried up. “I just had… you know. A feeling.” 

Arthur nodded, sarcasm dripping from his chin. He began to pace the clearing. “You’re terrible, you know that? Everybody wait! Stop what you’re doing! Call in the royal guard! Merlin had a funny feeling.” 

But the sorcerer wasn’t paying attention. He squinted into the trees. “Arthur, remember how you always said that you know something’s about to happen when the birds stop singing all at once?” 

Arthur paused. Finally a note of concern touched his face. They stood listening and found only the forgettable ambiance of rustling leaves. The forest was filled with an edgy, watchful silence. 

“Okay, but that still doesn’t mean-” 

Figures began to crest the hill then. They emerged from behind boulders and dropped from the boughs of trees on all sides. There were thirty men at least and they bristled with daggers and crossbows and swords. They wore no armor or crests of allegiance, but this only seemed to emphasize their bulging muscles and dead-eyed stares. The men did not charge or shout, they didn’t need to. They simply closed ranks and penned our heroes in and let the violence of their presence be known. 

Merlin felt like shouting “I told you so!” until it echoed against the mountains, but Arthur was already drawing his sword and stepping in front as if to protect him. 

“No,” he spoke too softly, it was like he was still dreaming and no one could hear, “You can’t fight them all.”  

A command was given and countless arrows were notched with a mathematical, nauseating click. It was then Merlin understood that there was no subtle way out of this. His magic could not be passed for luck or lost in the chaos of a battle. The arrows would freeze mid flight and Arthur would hear the incantation, see the unearthly brightness in the sorcerer’s eyes and he would know.    

 So be it. Merlin tried to ignore his trembling fingers or the dread in his stomach like a stone settling to the bottom of a lake. He just readied the sacred words, which had never felt like recitation to him. More like singing and resonating with the bones of the earth. 

But before he could cross that intangible threshold a man stepped to the forefront of the group. He raised a hand and the crossbows were reluctantly lowered. Unlike the rest he was no fighter, he carried no weapon and clothing hung from his limbs are unhealthy angles. But the mercenaries shied away as he walked among them, like he was a great white cruising through a school of fish. Even his eyes were shark-like, dispassionate, calculating and unnaturally steady. 

“Hello, little prince.” 

They both stiffened. Arthur out of pride, Merlin because he could sense there was something deeply wrong with this man. 

“You didn’t make yourself very difficult to find. It was like you were trying to carve a new trail through the forest, and you seemed to purposefully turn a blind eye whenever my company drew near.” His face contorted into a pout, “Is life at the castle really so hard?” 

“What do you want?” Arthur looked every bit the prince then, with his level gaze and chain mail and tousled hair. 

“Me? Nothing. It’s my client who’s after your head.” Arthur opened his mouth but the man was too quick, “Ah yes, wouldn’t you like to know who it is… How delightfully tragic. She wanted it done quickly, you know, so that you would not suffer and your death would be ensured. But what she doesn’t understand is that I take suggestions, not orders.”  

Merlin could tell Arthur was making a conscious effort to control his breathing, “Whatever you… have planned for me, let my servant go, he has no part in this.”

A flash of deadly excitement in the man’s eyes like a pebble falling into deep waters. “So you care for him, is that it?”

“I just-”

“We’ll keep him then. I do love a bit of leverage.” Then he turned to address the mercenaries, “Now seize them! Do what you must.” 

They had but a millisecond of eye contact. Merlin wished he could pause the universe, there was so much he wanted to say, but instead he attempted to concentrate it all into his stare. That, I-don’t-want-you-to-get-hurt-but-also-I’m-so glad-I’m-not-in-this-alone feeling. The, if-you-have-a-plan-to-get-us-out-of-here-now-would-be-a-great-time-to-learn-telepathy look. Meanwhile Arthur looked like he was trying hard to be brave, but naked fear coursed in his eyes like a river beneath the ice.  

Then many hands grabbed Merlin from behind, and a sack closed over his head, blotting out the world. 

[unexcusable]

Druck translation #20

Do you love me?

Amira: Still nothing from Mia? Hanna: Maybe it's something about Alexander again.. Amira: I did understand this the right way, no? They're not together anymore? Hanna: No. Or, well, yeah, not anymore. Amira: And we think this is bad..? Kiki: I don't want Mia to be unhappy. Everything else I don't care about.

Hanna: Yeah.. I feel sorry for Mia, too. But honestly, it was pretty crazy, what he did. Amira: I know what you mean, but.. I understand him, too. After everything he's had to go through.. Sam: Mia loves Alex. And that Alex loves Mia is pretty clear, too. Why does it matter what happened before? I just think it's fucking s*hit that it didn't work out with these two. Hanna: Yeah, that is true.. but somehow.. don't you guys think that, actually, Mia should be together with a nicer guy? Amira: Like, a Jonas, or what? Hanna: Not explicitly Jonas. But yes. More like a Jonas. Amira: The problem is that all men are shi*tty. We don't have much of a choice. Kiki: Mia has the choice. Sam: Women are also shi*tty. Amira: No! Women don't rape, objectify and marginalize men systematically. Hanna: What about Bellatrix Lestrange? Kiki: Boah. She was evil. Amira: Exception! Hanna: Yeah, but like I said.. there are also good guys. Amira: Boah, Hanna, guys like Jonas are the worst. Alexander at least doesn't pretend as if he weren't a macho.

Honestly. Jonas is playing the woman whisperer.. but only hangs out with boys anymore. And if I may remind you, dear Hanna, when you were together, he treated you like cr*ap pretty often. And now? He's behaving like.. a controling bit*ch. No? Sam: What good is it, to hate all men? That's not an option. I haven't even had my first boyfriend and you're already taking something like that away from me. Amira: No, well. We have to accept a few guys, you're right. Kiki: Yeah.. Hanna: So, are we happy or sad about Alex? Amira: I'm going to miss him. Sam: Me too. His edgy jaw and his perfect brown bambi eyes. Kiki: But it doesn't matter what we think. If the two want to be together, then they should. And if not, then not. But we? Are Team Mia. Regardless of what happens. Sam: Safe. Amira: Yap.

Everyone singing: Happy birthday to ya..

All the best, Sam!

Come on, make a wish!

Amira: Happy birthday Habibi! Sam: Thank you!

Kiki: Now, say what you wished for. Ah! You wished for something naughty. Amira: Come on. There are no secrets in the crew. Sam: Okay.. a boyfriend. Hanna: Sam! Amira: But you have Manfred.. Sam: Shut up! That's not funny.. Amira: Sure is.. Kiki: But what's the problem, you can have anyone! Sam: Really? Kiki: Mhm.. Sam: Hey, don't tell us that you're going to disappear again! Amira: I'm sorry Sam. Sam! Sam! Please! Sam: What? Hanna: Show us.. Amira: Guys.. Hanna: Oh so you work at *name of delivery service* I kept thinking that you were secretly married or something.. Why didn't you tell us? It's not bad? Amira: My brothers can't know about this. If they find out, they'll tell my parents. And for them it's below our level.. they're doctors. It's not okay for their daughter to ride a bike through town to pass out Schnitzel.. I'm going to tell you guys sometime, in a quiet moment but now I really have to go. Hanna: Take care of yourself. Amira: You guys too. happy birthday Habibi, I love you. Bye guys, have fun! Sam: Bye..

Kiki: So. Now back to the important things of this evening. Who are you going to make out with, Sam? Sam: Well, Matteo is pretty cute. Kiki: Mhm. Hanna: I don't think that Matteo is into you. Sam: Why? Did he say something? Hanna: No.. Kiki: Oh, I think it's too late now anyway. Hanna: Crazy..

Mia: Hey. Alex: Hey.

Mia: No house ban? Alex: I talked to the owner and apologized.

Mia: London.. hm? Alex: Yes. Mia: Why exactly? Alex: No idea. It's a nice city. Mia: Why don't you stay here? Alex: It's not super uncommon to go abroad after graduation, is it? Mia: Why can't we have a long distance relationship? Alex: For that, we would first have to be in a relationship.

Mia: You're not going to London. Alex: Aha. Why? Mia: Because I forbid it. Alex: You forbid it. Mia: Yes. I forbid it.

Alex: Mia, ever since we know each other.. we fight. You don't trust me. How is it supposed to work? Mia: What is this? First you don't leave me alone. Stalk me. And force me to go on a date with you. Alex: I didn't force you-- Mia: After that, you behave like a da*mn demi-god, and I abandon all my principles. Fall for you like a fool. Then that shi*t with Björn. Your whole family story that you can't tell me, and in the end I still want to be with you, and now you're telling me that it's all too exhausting for you? Yeah. It is exhausting. And it's probably going to stay like this.

But you told me that you fell in love with me because I knew who you were from the start. Which is why I know that you don't hurt others to protect them from you. You hurt others to protect yourself. But you don't need to do that with me. You don't have to push me away. I'm not going to leave. I'm here.

Listen now, Axel. If you look me in the eye now and tell me you don't love me, then you can go study machine engineering in Timbuktu for all I care.

Alex: I love you.

Do you love me?

Say it.

Mia: I love you.

I love you..

Leonie: Okay..

[rike-with-love]

Melody of our Hearts (chapter 3)

Pairings: Okikagu, Gintsu (minor), Takaban (minor)

Rating: M for mature content, bad language, fluff, light angst, enemies to friends to lovers

Disclaimer: I don’t own Gintama or it’s characters, Sorachi Hideaki does. I only own this story.

Chapter 3

<- Previous chapter ~~ Next Chapter ->

The grand outdoor concert was just two days away and Kagura had trained for her performance like a madwoman.

Otsu had planned a very simple choreography for Kagura and she would be forever grateful to her fellow idol for doing so.

After another practice session Kagura felt  better about her performance. But still, she had her doubts. It was like Kagura wasn't at the level she should already be.

Dancing is fun so why can't I get it right, Kagura cursed to herself as she went through the steps in her head.

”Hey Otsu,” Kagura called as they were changing out of their training clothes.

”Yeah?”

Kagura slipped her pastel pink overall skirt over her white t-shirt. ”Thanks for being so patient with me,” she said.

It was true that Kagura knew the steps, but somehow she had difficulties with making the choreo look graceful. And it pained her. She wanted nothing more than to execute Otsu's vision perfectly.

”Oh come on, don't be silly,” Otsu said waved her hand at Kagura. ”You're doing a great job for someone who hasn't danced a lot of choreos.”

”Heh...thanks”, Kagura said and smiled a bit.

”I mean, you have the steps down already. All you have to do now is to get out of your head,” Otsu said and walked closer to the dance studio's mirror.

Kagura followed the girl, she felt puzzled by her words. ”What do you mean by that?”

Otsu tightened her bright purple side ponytail and glanced at Kagura. ”You think about the steps too much.”

”Oh,” Kagura said and scratched her right temple.

”Dancing is about feeling the steps, otherwise you'll just look like a robot”, Otsu explained. ”Do you know what I mean?”

Kagura understood exactly what she was saying. It just wasn't so easy to do that. ”Yeah...I just need to practice some more.”

”Sure, I come and help you when I have the time,” Otsu said and picked up her favourite piece of clothing from the floor. A canary yellow leather jacket. She wore it with everything, no matter the weather or the occasion, Otsu rocked that jacket.

Kagura had always admired the fellow idol for her bold and edgy look. A canary yellow wasn't a color for everyone. Usually Otsu wore a lot of black clothes, with a sprinkle of purple or yellow here and there. Nets and leather seemed to be her favourite materials.

As punk as Otsu's look was, her personality was the opposite. She was sweet as a pie, silly and very talented to top it all off. Otsu was always there to help everyone in need and that was actually the biggest reason Kagura liked her so much.

Today Otsu had chosen black skinny jeans and a black loose t-shirt with a text: black is my happy color. A classic look from Otsu.

Kagura also tightened her ponytails in front of the mirror. She had her vermillion hair pulled into two pigtails on the back of her head.

Kagura was more into cutesy things rather than chains and studs. Her pink overall skirt's hem reached just above her knees so it worked perfectly as a dress. Kagura had attached matching pink fluffy pompoms to her pigtails just for fun. She was truly a sucker for everything cute.

Kagura huffed quietly in front of the mirror.

”What is it?” Otsu asked and turned to look at Kagura.

”Well...I just realized that I'm running out of time with my practicing.”

”Ah...yeah. Two days to go.”

Kagura exhaled deeply, pushing the air forcefully through her mouth. She looked like a wide eyed puffer fish with her puckered lips. Otsu couldn't help but to giggle a bit.

”I'm sure you'll pull it off,” Otsu said.

”Heh...maybe,” Kagura hummed. ”I'm just glad I'm performing first...so I don't have to go right after the great dancing squad.”

Otsu giggled again. ”For me it's quite the opposite.”

”Huh?”

”Gura...you're hands down the best singer in here. The rest of us have to push really hard to reach even half of your level.”

”Pppffffff!”

”You don't have to be so modest”, Otsu chuckled.

Kagura loved singing, she really did. Otsu wasn't the first one to tell her she was a great singer. Gintoki was the very first person to point it out to her and his words impacted her deeply. From a young age, she began to hone her natural talent.

”Eh, we should get going already, yes”, Kagura said to change the subject.

She knew she was a wonderful singer and a very confident one too, but at this very moment Otsu's sweet words unfortunately fell to deaf ears. Kagura was a perfectionist, and her lacking dance skills bothered her.

Kagura knew that she had a lot of growing up to do. Mostly with being able to cut some slack to herself. Then again, she was an artist. Is there even such a thing as a mellow, always self-forgiving artist? I think not.

For Kagura, aiming for perfection was her fuel and bringing joy to people was he rgoal.

”Right, Shinpachi told us to come to the break room”, Otsu recalled. ”I'm ready if you are.”

”Yup, let's go,” Kagura chirped.

* *

Before Kagura and Otsu entered the break-room, both could hear some voices coming from inside. It sounded like a flock of hens assembled into a tiny space, which obviously meant that the four remaining members of Sugar Addicts were already there.

Sugar Addicts consisted of five members: Otsu, Yunah, Minty, Ruby and Soyeon.

Yunah was the oldest, she had long black hair with slightly overgrown bangs. She was serious a person with a calm voice. Similar to Otsu, she showed a more passionate side when she was performing, especially during dancing.

Minty and Ruby were identical twins. They both shared a great passion for music from a young age and aiming to be idols together felt like the most natural thing to do. Minty had long black hair with turquoise tips and Ruby had the same cut but with red tips.

Soyeon was the youngest of the group. She had dark brown shoulder length hair. She appeared to be innocent and quiet girl, but behind closed doors she had an opinion about everything. A quality that could help her or hurt her.

As the girls entered the room, a cheerful greeting was the first thing they heard. ”Otsu-ya! Gura-ya!*” Minty said with a smile and waved her hand.

”Hi guys!” Kagura said and lifted her hand at the girls.

All four of them were sitting on a big green couch which Gintoki had provided for the break-room. It was actually his old couch, but Kagura wasn't going to tell anyone that secret piece of information.

Kagura and Otsu sat on the floor next to the couch. ”You had vocal lessons today, right?” Otsu asked her band mates.

”Yeah, we practiced a lot with Kawakami-nim”, Minty said.

”He was worried for you Otsu”, Yunah said, voice as soft as silk.

”Really? Why?” Otsu asked.

”He said you should focus more on yourself rather than helping others all the time,” Soyeon said nonchalantly. She threw a look at Kagura during her words, arousing a lift of an eyebrow from the surprised girl.

Intentiously or not, it felt like she threw some serious shade on Kagura's way. Luckily for Soyeon, Kagura was too tired to stir up anything from a small thing like that. She just stared Soyeon deep into her brown eyes to show her that she heard the comment loud and clear.

Otsu tried to avoid confrontation at all costs, so she laughed nervously to defuse the slight tension surrounding the small space. ”Ah, stop worrying girls. I'm seeing Kawakami-nim later today.”

Yunah crossed her arms loosely. ”Good.”

”Ah, did Shinpachi-shi* tell you to come here too?” Ruby asked.

”Yes, he wanted to talk about the concert”, Otsu said.

”Well then...I guess we have time to kill before he gets here,” Soyeon said and sighed a little.

”Hmm...Patsuan is usually on time... I hope everything is okay,” Kagura worried and scratched her neck.

Otsu giggled. ”You call him Patsuan?”

”Is he your boyfriend or something?” Soyeon teased.

Kagura frowned her brows and huffed dramatically. ”NO! I've just known him for many years, yes.”

”Ne, I think Soyeon was only joking, right?” Ruby said.

”Maybe, maybe not,” Soyeon snarled. Her annoyingly vague answer raised some frustration in Kagura, but it appeared to amuse the rest of the girls.

”Whatever, I don't care,” Kagura muttered. ”Shinpachi is like a brother to me and that's that.”

Otsu stroked Kagura's arm gently, she felt bad that her friend felt attacked. She firmly believed it was the pressure of the concert pressing on everyone's shoulders that caused some rudeness from some of her band mates.

”Why don't we watch some tv to pass the time,” Otsu suggested.

Minty snatched the remote control from a small round coffee table. ”Great idea Otsu unnie*.”

All six girls turned their attention to the small screen. Kagura hoped that there would be some re-runs of her favorite dramas or something light-hearted like that.

Minty switched channels like she was looking for the holy grail of tv shows. Ruby grew tired of her sisters channel surfing and tried to take the remote to away from her. It naturally resulted in some feisty sibling banter.

Kagura lost all hope on ever getting to watch any show. She shifted her focus on the white walls of the room.

She thought it would be amazing to decorate the walls of the break room with photos from everyone. Pictures of upcoming concerts, tours, music video shoots and red carpet events. That way the room would work as a diary of sorts for the Yorozuya Entertainment.

A simple place to remember where everyone began their journey to stardom.

A sudden gasp snapped Kagura out of her thoughts. She searched for the source of such a loud noise. Her eyes darted at Minty and Ruby. Both girls were frozen still, eyes sparkling and tightly glued to the tv screen.

”Oh! Stop changing the channel,” Soyeon said and leaned closer to the tv.

”It would be plain illegal to change the channel now,” Ruby said.

”Agreed sis,” Minty affirmed.

Otsu took a better look at the tv screen. Even Kagura got extremely curious. What an earth was so intriguing to everyone, she thought.

It was a music video. After the first beats of the song, Otsu started bobbing her head a little. ”Oh! It's Ω mega,” she said.

”Yeah! I haven't heard this song in ages,” Soyeon said and began to move with the music.

Kagura looked at the screen. Ω mega was an extremely succesful boy band who had dominated the charts for the past five years. Kagura had heard about them, but she didn't have a specific interest on the group.

”I love them!” Minty said.

”Me too!” Ruby agreed.

Even the ever cool Yunah had an opinion about Ω mega. ”I've always admired their dancing skills”, she commented

”Me too,” Otsu said.

Kagura turned to look at Otsu, she wasn't expecting her to fangirl over the mighty Ω mega. In Kagura's eyes, they were a somewhat overhyped group with their millions and millions of adoring fans and hefty amount of awards.

”Oh, this is my favourite part!” Minty gloated and pointed her finger at the screen. Her enthusiasm drawed Kagura's eyes back to the screen.

A man with light brown hair took the center spot in a very complex dance sequence. His moves were smooth and effortless, even Kagura acknowledged his dancing abilities.

The video jumped between the dance scene and close-ups of the man. He had icy blue contacts like many idols these days had, luring pretty much any viewer to look solely at him.

”He is so hot,” Soyeon marvelled

”He is seriously unreal,” Ruby said and fanned her face with her hands.

Kagura scratched her head. ”Who is that?”

Every single member of the Sugar Addicts turned to look at Kagura. They looked at her like she had asked if the water was wet.

”What do you mean who is that??” Minty asked with mouth gaped open.

”You can't be serious,” Ruby added.

Kagura felt annoyed. Why the hell was this one so-called hot boy so important, she thought.

”That's S, the main-dancer and vocalist of Ω mega,” Otsu explained. ”And to be honest, the most popular member of the whole group.”

”Uh...okay,” Kagura simply said. She wasn't sure what kind of reaction the other girls were expecting from her. Was she supposed to throw twelve cartwheels for his honor and throw her panties up in the air.

Well...that wasn't going to happen. ”I haven't heard of him”, Kagura said and shrugged her shoulders.

”Oh Gura...you're in for a treat,” Minty said.

”We'll tell you everything you need to know,” Ruby continued.

Before Kagura could turn down the wonderful offer, she was showered with a bucket load of info on the idol.

”His stage name is S, he is 22-year-old Japanese-Korean superstar working under Cosmos Recors”, Minty began.

”He debuted in Ω mega, the greatest boy group ever in my opinion. But he went solo just a few months ago,” Ruby said.

”He is an extremely talented dancer, even said to be one of the best in the industry,” Yunah said to Kagura's surprise. He must be very influential as he even got the attention of Yunah, Kagura thought.

”I really loved his solo debut song Skin,” Otsu said.

”Oh yes! I loved it too!” Soyeon said.

”It was a really dirty song in my opinion,” Yunah pointed out, making all the members of Sugar Addicts giggle.

”But that was the best part Yunah unnie!” Soyeon said tongue in cheek.

Kagura felt a little uncomfortable. All five girls around her were gushing over this mysterious S, so she naturally felt left-out. Maybe if she showed some interest on him it would ease the situation, Kagura thought.

”So...what does the S stand for?” Kagura asked.

”Well...it's never actually been confirmed by Cosmos Records, but fans have many theories,” Ruby said.

”Most of us think it's the first initial of his real name, which we still don't know,” Minty said and playfully shook her clenched fists.

”Or it could be, superstar, Seoul, swag...” Soyeon listed.

”Swag?!” Otsu laughed.

”No-one is stupid enough to call themselves swag...” Kagura said and raised her eyebrow. ”Hey! Maybe the S stands for stupid?”

Kagura's fantastic suggestion wasn't well received among the girls. Who could have guessed that..?

”It could be his hometown's initial or an animal,” Yunah continued.

”That's the part of his charm. The mystery of S,” Soyeon pointed out.

”I think so too,” Minty said and nodded her head a couple of times.

”Also, he is known to interact with fans a lot,” Otsu said.

”Yes, there are hundred of videos online of S appearing in random places to surprise any fan who spots him,” Minty explained.

”Okay...” Kagura said, still feeling a little unimpressed. He wasn't the first idol to interact with fans, althought he seemed to be a bit more active with it than others.

”A-anyway,” Otsu said and turned to Kagura. ”After all the new information we gave you, what do you think about him?”

Kagura felt five pairs of eyes staring right in to her soul. They were clearly expecting some sort of smitten reaction from her. So Kagura glanced at the tv screen to help her form a fair and well thought-out opinion of the handsome man called S.

The music video was on its last frames. S was sitting on a rustic looking chair in a dimly lighted space. The camera's angle was a side-profile of him and the chair. S slumped his back against the chair with a small slow-motion effect.

He ran his hand on his hair and looked away from the camera. A light hit his face just enough to highlight his sharp jaw line. Then the frame faded away with the last note of the song.

Kagura thought the song and video were okay, but when it came down to the beloved S, she had only one word for him.

”Meh.”

”MEH?!” Ruby and Minty shouted in unison.

Soyeon shook her head in disapproval, but Kagura couldn't care less. Otsu and Yunah weren't as baffled as the rest of the girls, but a little surprised. Meh was quite diminishing after all.

Shinpachi walked in to the break-room just in time before the passionate S stans* attacked Kagura's opinion. ”Hi everyone!” Shinpachi said and drawed the attention of all six girls.

”Oh, hello Shinpachi-shi,” Yunah said. ”We've been waiting for you a while now.”

Shinpachi scratched the back of his head. ”Ah, sorry. Sakata-nim had some urgent matters I had to take care of.”

”It's okay,” Soyeon chirped like the two-faced creature she was.

”We need to leave to the park, they finally got the electricity working on the stage,” Shinpachi informed.

Without further words, all the aspiring idols stood up, smiling and ready to go. Kagura snatched the remote control from the couch to turn off the tv, which was apparently running another music video from Ω mega. She sighed and pressed the power button.

As the group of people followed Shinpachi out of the building, Otsu pulled Kagura to slow down her pace. ”Hey,” she whispered.

”Hey,” Kagura whispered back and grinned sweetly.

Otsu looked like she had something on her mind, but for some reason she held her words back. ”What is it Otsu?” Kagura asked.

”Oh...you noticed...,” Otsu said quietly.

”I did. Tell me what's on your mind.”

Otsu shook of the unnecessary nervousness she was feeling and spoke up. ”Uh, it's just that...why you disliked S so much?”

”We're still taking about that guy?” Kagura asked. She was surprised about Otsu's question, maybe S was more important idol to her than Kagura had thought.

”Hey...I'm serious.”

”Okay okay...well, I didn't say I disliked him,” Kagura explained. ”It's just that I don't understand what you all see in him.”

Otsu nodded her head a couple of times, she was happy that Kagura wasn't afraid to speak her mind around her. ”Right...but he is a wonderful dancer. You can't deny that Gura,” Otsu giggled.

”Sure, maybe he is,” Kagura said and flicked her long ponytails. ”I just think that most of you adore him because of his looks rather than the dancing, yes.”

”Yeah, maybe some fans do, but I don't really mind.”

”I mean obviously you don't. You're all gushing about him and it's just a little off-putting to me.”

Otsu glanced at Kagura with a neutral look on her face. ”So you don't like him because we all admire him so much?”

”Uh...I-I don't know”, Kagura mumbled. She had difficulties with finding the right words. ”I just think it's shallow to like an idol just because of their looks.”

Otsu fell speechless, she wasn't sure how to feel about Kagura's statement.

”What?” Kagura asked.

”But I'm not a fan because of his looks,” Otsu said. ”As I said, I admire his dancing abilities.”

”Yes you did. I heard that,” Kagura said to reassure her friend. ”I just feel like everyone are so insanely crazy about him and I don't want to become a fan of someone just because everyone else so passionately are.”

Otsu stopped walking. ”So...if I understood correctly, the only reason you don't like him, is because he is so darn popular”, Otsu said.

Kagura halted her movement at Otsu's words. Her tone was serious.

”Don't you think you're being the shallow one right now?” Otsu simply asked.

Kagura was caught off guard by Otsu's question. She hadn't even thought about her own words from another point of view. And they were hella rude to say the least. Kagura pretty much unintentionally bashed Otsu for stanning a popular idol she liked.

Before Kagura could apologize or say anything at all, Otsu continued walking forward. Kagura watched silently as the purple haired girl caught up with her group and easily joined their conversation.

”Oi Gura! What are you standing there?” Shinpachi called from a distance. ”We have to go!”

”Y-yeah! I'm coming”, Kagura said and skipped after everyone. Her thoughts were all over place after her friends comment. The only thing she was certain about was that she needed to apologize to Otsu for being so inconsiderate to her.

And the other thing she needed to think about, was her own shallowness. Was his massive popularity really the reason she didn't get his charm? Or was there something else?

A/N: *ya: used as a ”hello” when attached into one's name in the Korean language, (Kagura-ya! = Hey Kagura!) *shi: Korean honorific, meaning mr. or mrs. *unnie: a female calls an older female as unnie in the Korean language *stan: a portmanteau of the words ”stalker” and ”fan”, refers to someone who is overly obsessed with a celebrity (urban dictionary), I personally feel like ”stanning” a group/celebrity isn't necessarily overly obsessing, more like a hardcore fan thing (correct me if I'm wrong)

[simayeeet]

DW9 Liu Shan Outfit Review

@thekingofsadness you wanted this (i decided to rush this since i felt inspired)

tl;dr: Liu Shan loves his country more than his love for his fur and his fur more than he loves his father.

Oh yes, Liu Mountain. My favorite Liu next to Lucy Liu. Let’s get Lucy Liu to voice Liu Shan next time. 

Here is this boy

Fantastic, already looks great. Liu Shan is pledging his allegiance to the Flag and has a dragon that looks directly down to his little dragon on his belt. Perfect attire for an emperor. Also perfect attire for a TRUE patriot like Liu Shan. He didnt take off his takeout box hat though, that disrespectful piece of shi-

The American Dream resided in Liu Shan but he sadly died a thousand years ago, so fuck me and the rest of America.

Now let’s get those clothes off. (I’m not quite sure if I’m legally able to say that. Liu Shan is an adult, I’m sure. Just typically Chinese-sized.) 

Oh okay, Liu Shan. Why are you making that face?

No, this isn’t gonna be one of those things. Put that smirk away. 

Liu Shan’s gotta have such  a fancy undershirt just because he wears the emperor hat, huh? This undershirt even got arm guards on it just in case he has to fend off against assassinations from Ki blasts. (To be fair, that’s a valid form of assassination in DW. Liu Shan was SMART when he chose his jammies.)

According to the red lines, those two shoulder plates just.... stick on. Is he gluing them on or by sheer willpower, the plates stay on?

It’s pretty standard DW stuff from the waist-down. Bootshinguardshoes, that.... wait a minute... That cloth thing that hangs around Liu Shan’s legs IS DETACHED AND NOT PART OF A COAT? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME KOEI? How the fuck is that staying on when Liu Shan is fighting off DBZ blasts? It can’t be just that obligatory Chinese-strip-of-cloth with what looks like a furry beaver tail hanging out with the dragon belt. 

The highlight for this section is what’s from the waist-up. 

What is that? An imperial crop top? Was Liu Shan thinking he can walk out in a genie vest with one of those large cones dogs wear after they go to the vet  attached prior to being told he needs to wear a shirt under it? 

Or is this actually an old top from childhood? Liu Shan had a shitty dad, so of course he never got to be bought new clothes. 

So that thing over Liu Shan’s undershirt is just a tiny vest with large collar. 

Let’s look behind him

Ah, the classic super ridiculously complex Chinese-inspired designs that you probably can’t see too clearly since you are throwing thousands of soldier fodder around 99.5% of the time. It’s nice enough to look at when you do get to see it. (I mean it has to be since you are staring at the back of the character for like 80% of the gameplay.)

cool dragons 

This is also confirming the tiny vest/crop top.

There are concept arts with Liu Shan’s scans, so I’ll just give those a quick look

Left one is just more gold. I guess there was too much gold on Liu Shan’s collar because they call too much attention to Liu Shan’s tiny head. Something pink is on the dumb detachable cloth thing. The color of the ribbon was changed because I guess red was too edgy for Liu Shan. (But red would be normal since it’s a lucky color.) If red’s so lucky, then how come Wu doesn’t get enough screentime.

Middle one had something extra on the dumb detachable cloth. Not much else. 

Right one screams “college marching band” in the upper clothing. Smaller arm guards. (Guess Liu Shan took note of the Ki blast threats last minute) Longer furry beaver tail to protect the imperial dragon. There were dragon heads attached to the shoulder plates and more fancy gold stuff on the emperor hat but I guess those got tossed out because they too brought attention to Liu Shan’s tiny head. 

This outfit does not have as much fur compared to the other outfits. Disappointing. But I suppose if he put on too much fur, he’ll be shot by his father when he’s out hunting with his fake bros. (Bei: ”Oh, that was my son? I thought that was a white deer!” Guan Yu:“A deer in the palace?” Bei:“Yeah!”) 

DW9 Liu Shan is a solid design aside from certain dumb things of how his cool outfit is put together. One of the things DW9 did well was Liu Shan, so this reflected that. 

Verdict: 9.5/10 Lucy Lius playing Liu Shan eating lettuce burgers with lentil soup

[chrisutranslations]

SNOW SMILE × nyankobrq - GOURMET RACE Lyrics [JPN/ROM/ENG]

Track title: SNOW SMILE × nyankobrq - GOURMET RACE

Music: nyankobrq

Lyrics/Rap: SNOW SMILE (egavvo+Shirayuki)

Track #08

Album: SPD GAR (MRX-024)

Circle: MEGAREX

Release date: 2018/08/10 (C94)

Listen to album crossfade YouTube // SoundCloud

Buy/stream this album to support the artist and label TANO*C STORE // Diverse Direct // Melonbooks // iTunes Store // Spotify // Amazon Music

Special thanks to alice latte on HARDCORE TANO*C discord for providing the album’s booklet scans.

Credit goes to SNOW SMILE & nyankobrq.

歌詞：

[egavvo]

はじまっちゃったな 待ったなし

fuckin' hero I'ma DE DE DE STEEZ

かっ飛ばしていくさ Are you hungry?

恵まん suck my dick　Result is allだろMY MAN

進化中kick off開戦じゃん　食い散らかしだす

Miggity microphone master we are SNOW SMILE

じゃあいただきますね「あ、ごめんwarning」ってか

安堵など無い界隈で走ってキャリア積んだBack Bone持ち

UNDER ROID state of mind

解っちゃないなら速攻でレクチャー　shut the fuck up

まぁ紛うことはないわ、どうよなあ？て書いちゃう「No.1」

What do you think about that? fuck

[shirayuki]

しかしながら　新た暇つぶしを見つけ羽ばたく

俺ら数多ある難儀な思考無視しtop a top

nuh watch hater 若葉ついでに変なおじさんら

エンタメでダメになって　果てアンインストール

『何枚か？』残飯の食い合い　目指すザイオンなら

keep it real　んでreal thing dem deh pree

kicking door急ぐ足coming now

[egavvo]

「シっ、シコい！」シコ過ぎるLove Song　童貞が書いてる

無駄に画質よすぎるイキリオタク写真とDance Music

Third force in da house show　Attack Dopeにかますよ

じゃあ完封しちゃうlike a TAS動画　着火Lighter　上がりな

[shirayuki]

駿馬 早駆け 的に射掛ける

ステージbun a fire dem plz金

インポートジャマイカだけじゃないlaid back

ジパング名産のエンターテイナー

[egavvo]

前人未踏だなんて持ち上げられちゃ やっちゃうじゃん

Step in King of Steel Stomach俺らChampion

またカロリー補給に雑魚eating eating moほら

舐めてんじゃねぇThis is Freaky Freaky flow

[shirayuki]

耳の中放っていけ どれも名盤

意味なんかないどうせもうむなしいわ

よそのコンテンツで 下げたステータスに意味なんかないでしょどうせ

[egavvo]

そうね 通せんぼです ろくでもねぇ

自業自得なfuckin' My Life「謳歌」とJoker、POKER FACE

[shirayuki]

これ以外のものに心動かないんだね

常備薬コレ脳天つま先まで爆音で聞く7days

[egavvo]

「ドリンク持ちフロア歩くな」って言うClub初心者から

玄人まで振り向くRapはこちらまでっとKick the Verse

[shirayuki]

不格好かしらとかシカト決めいつもこんな感じ

歌う事は自慢。理屈超えたバカと呼ばれるantics

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Romaji:

[egavvo]

hajimacchattana matta nashi

fuckin' hero I'ma DE DE DE STEEZ

kattobashite ikusa Are you hungry?

meguman suck my dick Result is all daro MY MAN

shinkachū kick off kaisen jan kui chirakashidasu

Miggity microphone master we are SNOW SMILE

jā itadakimasu ne「a, gomen warning」tte ka

ando nado nai kaiwai de hashitte KYARIRA tsunda Back Bone mochi

UNDER ROID state of mind

wakacchanai nara sokkō de REKUCHĀ shut the fuck up

mā magau koto wa nai wa, dou yo nā? te kaichau「No.1」

What do you think about that? fuck

[shirayuki]

shikashi nagara arata himatsubushi o mitsuke habataku

orera amata aru nangi na shikō mushishi top a top

nuh watch hater wakaba tsuide ni hen na ojisan ra

ENTAME de DAME ni natte hate ANINSUTŌRU

『nan mai ka?』zanpan no kuiai mezasu ZAION nara

keep it real'n de real thing dem deh pree

kicking door isogu ashi coming now

[egavvo]

「SHI, SHIKOi!」SHIKOsugiru Love Song  dōtei ga kaiteru

muda ni gashitsu yosugiru IKIRIOTAKU shashin to Dance Music

Third force in da house show Attack Dope ni kamasu yo

jā kanpū shichau like a TAS dōga chakka Lighter agari na

[shirayuki]

shunme hayagake mato ni ikakeru

SUTĒJI bun a fire dem plz kane

INPŌTO JAMAIKA dake ja nai laid back

ZIPANGU meisan no ENTĀTEINĀ

[egavvo]

zenjinmitō da nante mochi agerarecha yacchau jan

Step in King of Steel Stomach orera Champion

mata KARORĪ hokyū ni zako eating eating mo hora

nameten ja nē This is Freaky Freaky flow

[shirayuki]

mimi no naka hōtteike dore mo meiban

imi nan ka nai douse mou munashii wa

yoso no KONTENTSU de sageta SUTĒTASU ni imi nan ka nai desho douse

[egavvo]

sou ne tōsenbo desu roku de mo nē

jigōjitoku na fuckin' My Life「ōka」to Joker, POKER FACE

[shirayuki]

kore igai no mono ni kokoro ugokanain da ne

jōbiyaku KORE nōten tsumasaki made bakuon de kiku 7days

[egavvo]

「DORINKU mochi FUROA aruku na」tte iu Club shoshinsha kara

kurōto made furimuku Rap wa kochira made tto Kick the Verse

[shirayuki]

bukakkō kashira toka SHIKATO kime itsu mo konna kanji

utau koto wa jiman. rikutsu koeta BAKA to yobareru antics

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English translation:

[egavvo]

The show has begun, it's now or never

fuckin' hero I'ma DE DE DE STEEZ

Imma knock you out, Are you hungry?

No mercy, suck my dick; Result is all, isn't it? MY MAN

I'm evolving, kick off, this the start of a war; I be eating sloppily

Miggity microphone master we are SNOW SMILE

Now, let's chow down, ''Ah, sorry, a warning'', more like

Ain't nothing like reassurance; I be running 'round the neighbourhood, career stacking, Back Bone charging

UNDER ROID state of mind

If you don't get it, a real quick lecture: shut the fuck up

Well, there's no mistaking it, how 'bout that? Write it down ''No.1''

What do you think about that? fuck

[shirayuki]

Nevertheless, Imma set out to find new ways of killing time

We got lots of that; just ignore troubling thoughts top a top

nuh watch hater yungsters, while you're at it, these weird uncles

Can't entertain us; come uninstall them

''How much money?'' they be fighting over food scraps; if you're looking for Zion

Then keep it real and they be checking out the real thing

kicking door quick feet coming now

[egavvo]

''Th–this is fappable!'' such fappable Love Song written by virgins

Uselessly HQ pics of edgy otaku and Dance Music

Third force in da house show, I deal an Attack Dope

Then block it out like a TAS video, ignite the Lighter, burn it up

[shirayuki]

Coming like a swift horse, aim at the target and shoot

On stage I be setting money on fire

Not only imported from Jamaica, I'm also laid back

Zipangu's favourite entertainer

[egavvo]

''Never seen before'' ya done flattering me, Imma do it

Step in King of Steel Stomach we the Champion

This much calorie intake is nothing; I be eating eating mo, see?

Can't lick this; This is Freaky Freaky flow

[shirayuki]

Whatever flows from my ears is straight fire

There ain't no meaning; it's useless anyway

There ain't no meaning in having lowered status from outside content anyway

[egavvo]

That's right, I'm a hindrance, a good-for-nothing

''You reap what you sow'' is fuckin' My Life – ''singing praises'' and Joker, POKER FACE

[shirayuki]

Anything but this ain't gonna move my heart

It's my daily drugs; from head to toe I be listening to this booming sound all 7 days

[egavvo]

From ''grab your drink and walk up the floor'' type of Club newbies

To them connoisseurs, the Rap that makes their heads turn ends here and now I Kick the Verse

[shirayuki]

''Isn't this awkward?'' but I ignore anyway; it's always like this

Singing is my pride. This the antics of so-called fools who go beyond reason

[sabraeal]

Prompt: Obi and Shirayuki stumble across a village where the people speak in riddles and shed their clothing from dark until dawn in a trance-like state. Shirayuki has to figure out what is going on because now Obi is running around naked with them

Lyrias has not brought tribute for months.

“Is that odd?” Shirayuki asks when they stop at mid-day, lettingEpona rest. She wanders some steps off before she speaks, splashing her facewith the cool water from the pool. Although her stout-hearted mare has come totolerate Zen and much of his entourage, she has never quite warmed to Obi. Evennow she shies in the clearing, feeling his presence.

Obi, tucked firmly into a willow’s shade, replies, “What doyou think?”

She ducks her head, flushing. His tone is as conversationalas it usually is, but it is hard not to imagine impatience coloring his words,to hear clipped edges in his accent. She thinks to apologize, to explain howeasy it is to forget, but she knowsthat he would like that even less.

“I doubt Izana would suffer disrespect from his tenants,”she says instead. “He is fair, but not merciful.”

He turns one of his wicked blades in his hand, long fingersdeftly moving in a way that had she tried, would have resulted in significantlyfewer digits. “Few of his kind are.”

“Even fewer I would call fair,” she says with some measureof censure, “save of face.”

He grins at that. “True enough, Miss.”

The days grow shorter and colder as they wind their waynorth. They follow good practice at Shirayuki’s insistence and keep the riverto the west of them. Obi doesn’t protest so much a whine, mouth set in a petulant pout, calling it a useless human superstition. It’sserved her well all these years and she sees no reason to abandon it. Itclearly makes him restless, edgy, but since Tanbarun that has been the rulerather than the exception. She doesn’t precisely disregard him, but she’slearned often enough to take a sidhe’s word with a grain of salt.

One noon she comes to rest by the river’s side, and when shedraws Epona to drink, it is frozen.

“Is that –?” She stops herself, takes a moment to rephrase.“This isn’t normal.”

“No, Miss,” he says, closer than she expects and worryinglyserious. “It isn’t.”

They come to the village late in the evening, the sunalready setting behind the trees. Frost sets the brown grass white, and as theywalk toward the light, it’s as if Shirayuki is walking on glass for the way ittinkles beneath her. She might as well have bells on.

Obi, of course, makes no sound.

He’s tense, his shoulders a hard, forbidding line besidehers. His muddled magic buzzes in her ear, rattling with agitation like teeth in a skull. Folk take one look at the both of them – two hooded figures, onedark, one light – and close their doors. A mother catches the gold glint of Obi’sgaze and hurries her children inside, mouth a worried line.

They act as if heis the threat, but Shirayuki feels something deeper, something darker press against her skin here. Thedanger here does not come from without, but within.

“Mistress!” calls out a sandy-haired boy, breaking throughthe thinning crowd. “Your cloak is Cunning green, is it not?”

She’s surprised he can pick out the hue in the dying light. “Yes.I am kept by the court of Clarines.”

His eyes grow wide. “Come with me then, lady. There’s othersyou should talk to.”

The boy’s name is Kirito, and his uncle is the Cunning Manof this village.

“One of them, at least,” he explains eagerly. “He has a fewstudents under him here.”

A few turns out tobe an understatement; there’s no less than ten students that make up hispractice. Shirayuki’s never seen such a thing, not even when she lived closerto the city.

“He’s gone missing,” says his most senior apprentice, Suzu.He’s a handful of years older than her, with hooded eyes that give him analmost laconic air even as he imparts this dire news. “A month ago, I’d reckon.We’ve been trying to hold things together since then.”

“It’s like trying to build a house with balsa and bootlace,”one of the others volunteers, a girl Obi’s age that calls herself Yuzuri. “It’sjust not enough, not to keep up with as much as it’s spreading.”

“And there’s no physical reason for it?” Shirayuki asks,gaze sweeping around the sickroom. Three dozen able-bodied men and women lay onits floor, packed side-to-side, making no sound save for the harsh noise oftheir breath. “No grain left to wet, or rot in the well?”

Suzu shakes his head. “No, they just drop right in thefields like this, and only rise when the sun sets. If we get one to talk, it’sall in riddle and questions.”

“Riddles and questions?” Shirayuki stares at the endlessfield of patients. She does not need to turn to know how Obi is looking at her. “Do you mind if I try something?”

Shirayuki kneels at a patient’s side, trying hard not totouch. She doubts its communicable, but there’s no need to risk exposure.

“Tell me,” she says, voice level and stern, “what happenedto you.”

The man merely stares at the beams of the ceiling, unseeing.She notes that his pupils are blown; it is almost certainly a trance of somemeasure.

“Sir,” she begins again, “what has happened?”

“What is it you wish you could divine, cunning-child?” heasks, voice sing-song and cruel. “Do you wish to dance the mummer’s steps? Can you keep up, cunning-child?”

Her gaze flicks to Obi; seeing the way the muscle in his jawjumps. So it is as she thought.

Ah, how cursed it can be to be right.

“Do you –” Shirayuki hesitates, mulling the words around inher mouth. “You know what this is.”

Obi leans back against the sill of the window. Yuzuri foundthem a room to sleep in for the night, though it only had one proper bed. Whenhe’d balked at sharing, she’d found Obi a straw-stuffed mat to roll out on thefloor. Even now he eyed it warily; she doubted he’d do much but pretend tosleep until he could sneak out to the roof.

“I think we both do,” His gaze slants toward her. His eyesglow oddly in the moonlight, and his magic feels different tonight, thicker.The thousand layers jitter against each other, like dissonant chimes in thewind.

“Geasa.” It sits heavily between them. He must have knownshe suspected, even if they had never spoken of it. “Like yours.”

His mouth splits in a knife slash of a smile. “No, Miss,” hesays, amused, “not like mine. But a geas nonetheless.”

“Do you know what it is?”

His eyebrows lift in a mild sort of surprise. “Besides tolay abed all day and dance naked in the moon’s light?”

She flushes. Of course he would latch onto that part. “I mean its purpose. Or it’smaker?”

He shook his head. “I’m sorry, Miss, but I’m no help withsuch things.” His mouth cocks at a corner. “I’m not like you, Miss. I’m afraid I’m just cursed.”

Shirayuki wakes when the moon is high, light spilling through the windows as if it’s day. Something sits wrong in her belly, makes her wake nervous and full of dread, her hands shaking where they fist in the coverlet. She wants to tell herself it’s merely her imagination, merely the remnants of a dream, but she knows better now, now that she’s been beneath the mounds and felt the kiss of eternal summer –

She rolls over to see that Obi’s mat is bare.

That should not set her heart pounding in her chest. There are a thousand reasons he may not be in bed – namely because she does not believe he sleeps unless it might cause her some small inconvenience – but his absence makes the pit in her belly clench. Something is wrong, she can feel it; more than just the wrongness the geas has laid over the village. Something is wrong with him.

The scent of his magic still lingers in the room, metallic and heavy. She doesn’t know how he bears so many geasa; whenever she brushes against them it is as if she is being weighed down with a hundred heavy chains, all hungry to squeeze the life from her. Even still they are layered delicately, like a house of cards, all purposeful, and if another were to be added on by a less deft hand –

She needs to find him.

She does not have to go far.

For a man who is usually so stealthy, his trail is easy to follow. She finds a glove just outside their door, and then another, a boot at the door…

It keeps going until she finds his belt in a bed of pansies, a few steps further his shirt –

“Obi!” she shrieks, rushing to him. His hands are already at the waist of his trousers. She’s too late to stop him, but just in time to see him pull just so at the closures so that the buttons spring free at once.

He was not joking all those months ago when he said small clothes ruined the line of his trouser.

“O-oh,” she gasps, desperate to look anywhere else. She had not – oh my –

He slides his hands under the material, working it down over his hips, and –

“Obi!” She grasps at his wrists, tries to pull his hands away, but his arms are steel. So is the rest of him, she notices, pressed so close to him. How had she never noticed this all the times she had stitched him back together?

“Obi, please, stop!” she begs, breathless. The movements of his arms drag her against him, and she feels it press into her belly – “What are you doing?”

Well, that was foolish.

“My lady,” he growls, his hands closing on her own wrists, holding them behind his back. One eyebrow arches, and his mouth cants in such a familiar way. “What would you like me to be doing?”

She tries to make words, but they fail her with him so close, with the scent of him – not his geasa, but him – filling her nose. “I –”

He bends, and she has no time to react before his mouth seals over hers, before heat thunders through her veins to throb between her legs. This is not – she does not – she has never –

Her hands curl against the muscles of his back; he is so strong, so much stronger than her, and she is helpless when his tongue swipes over the inside of her mouth, when it slides so tauntingly over her own. She can taste his magic on her tongue; copper and pine for before, the honeyed taste of Izana’s bonds, and – and –

A bitter bite of cold.

She pulls back. He lets her.

“Obi?” she says against his lips, her eyes only just open, meeting the dark sliver of his own gaze.

“Miss,” he rumbles, and she feels it through her palms, feels it where his hands rest on either side of her hips.

And then she feels cold all down her front and –

His pants drop into the grass. She valiantly refrains from looking at – at what is now so very hard to miss.

With one last grin, he lurches past her, going to join the other revelers, and she – she watches him leave. She’s only human.

The chill still lingers on her tongue. Time to fix this.