#also I'll answer asks after my chinese class!

[vermillioncourt-if]

Kutuo reactions to mc naming their child after her please

Hello! ❤️ This question actually unlocks some REALLY in depth lore about Nian (and real life info!) that I, honestly, wouldn't blame you for skipping since it's long and a lil complicated and all under the cut! So I'll answer your question first!

Kutuo would be pretty confused, but flattered. She doesn't see what would cause MC to do that, but she's honored they think of her like that.

Now for lore, it's not a Thing to name children directly after family members/ancestors/etc in Nian! A name is supposed to be unique to a child within a family and naming a child after ancestors/another person is generally seen as disrespectful and an insult, as well as saddling the child with the burdens and expectations expected of the person they're named after. It's just all around considered bad. This is culturally across all of the continent and through all classes, from the poor to royalty.

Of course, this doesn't stop people who wish to name their children after family members/ancestors/role models/etc, so a common way they move around this taboo it is by using the same first or second character of that person's name and then coming up with the other half. Let me explain.

Naming conventions in Nian follow real-life Chinese naming conventions and language. So middle names aren't a Thing and all names follow a Monosyllabic Surname and a Disyllabic Given name. Names are also not gendered, although some reoccurring trends are seen in boys vs girls.

I'm about to give a very rough and quick explanation of the Chinese language, if you know this already, feel free to skip ahead!

Let me give a quick rough run down for those new to this! Chinese (umbrella term) is a character-based tonal language. What that means is that depending on the tone inflection of your voice, it can change the meaning. You know how when we ask questions, our voices rise slightly at the end vs when we're speaking normally? Tones work like that but there are 4 of them and it's for the whole language.

What this means is that you can have two people who use, let's say... Shen (we'll use my name) in their names, but it can mean two different things because of the tones. For Shen Sandong, her Shen means "monkey" and it's spoken using a flat even tone. The Shen in my name is spoken with a rising tone (like you're asking a question) and means "lively"!

All Chinese (and Nian!) first/given names are disyllabic, except MC's since I'm not about to make you guys come up with a disyllabic name, although I will provide options for you to pick, if you want one. Disyllabic means that the name, in this case, is made up of two monosyllabic characters. Monosyllabic means one syllable.

In the case of MC wanting to name their child after Kutuo, they would most likely take a monosyllabic part ('ku' or 'tuo') and use the same character for it Kutuo does. Then they would find another monosyllabic that's either 1. Completely different, 2. Uses the same tones but means something else, or 3. Means the same but uses different tones. Putting the new combination together will make a unique name for the child that also honors Kutuo in a non-insulting way.

I can expand SO much on this, but I fear it has gone on long enough! If you guys are curious for more, please let me know and I'll make a post about it!

[thedawningofthehour]

While I was drawing Galois I just remembered a plotline in an old Polish children's movie "Pan Kleks w kosmosie". Overall the whole movie and the whole movie series is just... woah. I once described the movies to an ai and asked it to recomend me other movies similiar and it said "The End of Evangelion" and I think THAT'S SAYING SOMETHING TO HOW BATSHIT INSANE THOSE ARE

But anyway onto that doth adjacent plotline. Alright so In this movie a little girl gets kidnapped by governor of a planet called Mango to be forced to become his daughter. There's also a thing of him calling her a little princess, her wearing a princess dress and overall being offered a princess life. At first the plotline is treated how it should be, as a bad thing. But then the Governor guy showes the girl some weird ass bird things that look more terryfing than anything else

And he also sings a song about how he could have 10000 sons but all he ever wanted was a daughter that he couldn't have. And from now then he's treated like a good guy??? Like noone calls him out on his bullshit and I'm pretty sure the girl stays with him in the end??? Like she's never shown reuniting with her family as the movie ends with a dance party in the Governor's pallace??? WHAT

Now Imagine what if this kind of bullshit happened in DOTH. Like somehwhere durring the tabletello arc when Draxum starts to view Donnie as his son, he frees Donnie from the table, showes him some kind of weird ass bird things, sings him a song about how much he wants to be a dad, and Donnie is like "Ahaha I have a new dad now also my name is Galois also I'll help him start a war". And then turtles come to rescue him and Galois is just like "nah it's fine" and they are like "okay bye then" then they dance and after that they just leave him there.

I looked at the Wikipedia entry and none of my questions were answered.

The cast list also has roles like "Portuguese monk #2 in the Chinese court" and "Emperor of China" and I have no idea where China was supposed to factor in.

Are Polish movies, like, traditionally kind of insane? I remember having to watch some old Polish films in my high school religion class and they were all pretty weird. But all the foreign films he showed us were so I assumed he was just kind of a weirdo.

[nagisadelune]

Headcanon: Artem With a Younger Sister

(Definitely not edited)

Okay. I know that officially Artem does not have any siblings (I think), but could you imagine how much sweetness there would be as the sibling of Mr. Wing, the youngest senior attorney in Stellis? Man, writing this one might make me think that I want to be his younger sister rather than a lover lol. Either way, I hope you enjoy this one!

For context, you're three years younger than Artem, so you're born in 2004. (Yeah guys. Artem was born in 2001 according to the timeline at the beginning of the game.) I'm also pulling your sibling relationship off of the Shirogane siblings in Kaguya-Sama, so there might be some parallels. (Please don't copyright me or get me in legal trouble ;-;)

(Spoiler warning because of Artem's third birthday card in the Chinese server)

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The little girl waits by the door of the classroom, trying to see her parents in the sea of people. One by one, her classmates wave her good bye, and she slowly loses hope in getting picked up today. Suddenly, in the crowd, she spots a familiar hairstyle; the young boy is slightly sweating from running as he frantically weaves through the crowd, trying to find someone. Instantly, the little girl's eyes light up, and she runs towards him.

"Artie!" she calls, her arms up and ready for him to catch her. He turns towards her and immediately catches her, picking her up. She giggles at the brief feeling of weightlessness before clinging onto her brother.

"Hey there, you little ball of energy! Did you say good bye to your teacher yet?" he greets before carrying her against his hip. Hesitantly, she shakes her head no before he walks over to the teacher by the classroom door. Setting her down, he reminds her, "What do you say then?"

"Thank you! Have a nice day, teacher!" the little girl exclaims before bowing, her brother following suit. With a bright smile on her face, the teacher bows back before the two are off walking home. He grabs his little sister's hand tightly, making sure she wasn't about to run off towards a distraction.

"Were you worried about Mom and Dad not picking you up?" he asks carefully as the two started walking on the sidewalk. The little girl nods slowly and pouts, looking at her feet kicking at the cement. Knowing that she feels slightly upset about not getting picked up, he attempts to make it up to her, "It's okay, mei mei (A/N: Chinese for little sister). I'll make sure to pick you up after my classes end; how does that sound?" He takes a step in front of her before squatting down to see her eyes. Although she tries to hide her happiness, she continues to pout her lips, but Artem can see right through her and decides to play along. "Wow, my own mei mei doesn't even want her brother around," he fake cries. "I guess I'll walk by myself."

As he fakes trudging along the sidewalk, his little sister runs up beside him and grabs his hand before trying to defend herself, "I do want ge ge (A/N: Chinese for older brother), but Mom and Dad didn't say anything about you needing to pick me up." She immediately notices her brother's face light up when she clings back onto him, and they continue walking home.

Although they are three years apart, the two siblings are very close with Artem often caring a little too much for his sister. Because of their parents' busy schedules, Artem often takes care of her even when the caretaker is there, making him an overprotective brother and her own personal bodyguard.

"Mei mei, how was your lunch today?" Artem asks, changing the topic of their conversation. When they almost approach the steps of the front porch, he suddenly remembers a detail from this morning.

"It was good!" she answers happily, making Artem's lips curve into a warm smile. "I know you cooked it though; the mapo tofu wasn't as spicy as the way our caretaker makes it." Immediately, she catches him red-handed. Although his cooking is not the best, Artem decided to cook their lunch since the caretaker wasn't feeling their best. This ended up with Artem staying in the kitchen late at night to make sure his dishes tasted good enough for his beloved little sister.

"Well I'm glad you liked it, mei mei," he responds, patting her head softly. Approaching the front door, Artem takes his set of keys out to unlock the door where his sister twists the door knob to open it. Inside, their eyes meet with two familiar backs. "You're back?" Artem asks confused as the pair starts taking off their shoes before stepping in.

"Yeah, the university let us out early for spring break, and the caretaker should take a rest," their mom answers, peeking behind her. After a quick glance at the two children, her eyes return to her hands lightly scrubbing the vegetables under the running water.

Their father silently cuts the freshly washed vegetables before he speaks up, "You two should go get cleaned up; you must be tired from school, but you must still have homework to do." With a quick glance to see the two nodding, he continues his knifework. The two siblings begin walking past them as they slowly unwind in their home.

"Mei mei, do you want to shower first?" Artem asks her as he helps her unpack her backpack. She nods before rushing to the shower. He sighs at her childness before he begins to work.

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And that's a wrap! This one is a bit shorter because of work and stuff, and I want to apologize for the bad quality; it wasn't exactly what I was expecting, but what can I expect after being so busy, right? Maybe I'll come back to redo this idea or build the characters more or something. No matter how good or bad this was, I really hope that you enjoyed this one! I'll see you in the next one!

[bardofavon]

👓 🚦 (and no, that second one isn't at all because I am anxious about A Good Myth... ;) )

👓 What helps you focus when you write?

That's the worst part, I don't focus when I write. :(

There are two things that make me focus when I write, EITHER an idea that won't leave my brain OR a deadline breathing into my ear.

I'll procrastinate and have absolutely nothing and then it will be the day I said I was going to update and I'm looking at a blank google doc and I focus because I just have to. Because when I step away I'm like "bro you gotta get this done" and I just blast my writing playlist and do it. I'll also be doing fifteen other things and talking to friends on VC but if I have plans to go out on my update day and I haven't written anything I'll cancel my plans ahaha. that motivates me to focus and get it done tbh. if i really sit down and focus i can write a chapter in 2 hours. but unfortunately my ADHD will rarely let me do that ahaha.

And of course, in the other direction, if a scene pops into my brain fully formed or I have an idea for something cool I want to do I lose focus on every other thing in my life. I wrote Chapter 25 months in advance in the notes app of my phone while sitting in my mom's car waiting for her to finish a doctors appointment so we could get Chinese food. I just wrote a kiss scene in a McDonalds in Seoul. I've written in the middle of classes I've been teaching. I wrote in the middle of proctoring an SAT. I will wake up in the middle of the night and roll over and grab my phone and just go for it. no stopping me.

But like, I'm never focusing when I want to focus. Most of the time I'm procrastinating LOL.

🚦What sort of endings do you prefer to write: ambiguous, bad, happily ever after, etc.?

I answered that here!

but to soothe your anxiety about a good myth: be anxious about a good myth <3 <3

jk jk jk....unless...? i promise you can expect bittersweet still. i will not give you a terrible ending where no one wins. but also, you see this story, i see this story, we all see this story, there is NO way i've set it up where there can be like........a happy happy ending? i mean it all depends on who you're rooting for, i guess. i fully expect people to break down my door and also cancel me on the internet but i HOPE as things continue to get worse and worse people have faith in me and in my boy <3 <3 i will not put you all through 200,000 words of suspense only to have an ending with no catharsis. catharsis is the most important part of any tragedy..........................................anyway.

fic ask game for writers

[loafkingdom]

<BL> 这题超纲了/The guy inside me

Novel: Completed (Mandarin)

Manhwa: Completed

BL audio is available on Maoer/M Station. (Mandarin)

<I swear the Chinese name of this novel is not the same as its English name> ALSO! This book is the same author and same world setting as 伪装学渣/Fake Slackers

Main characters: Shao Zhan x Xu Sheng

Our Bottom, Xu Sheng, the famous bad student at his school, has rumors about him fighting, skipping class/school, going off campus after dark (Boarding school setting), and the last one of the ranking for academic performance. He once asked for answers from a student who is a rank higher than him on the academic board. After the test was done, "After not picking the answers you did, my accuracy went up as expected".

The second year of high school, out bottom XS got put in the same classroom as the No.1 student. Our top, Shao Zhan. The first time they met each other, they were in a fight. (not physically) XS jumped over the school fence to leave campus after dark, and landed right in front of SZ. The next day, XS was told to report to the teacher's office. Yes, SZ snitched.

For some reason, their teacher decided to put them as table-mates, wishing that SZ can put some good influenced on XS.

ONE DAY, a lightning made them switch bodies. YES, THEY SWITCHED BODIES. It was that time, my face started twitching.

"What are they going to do? When they take showers, or use the restroom?"

Starting that day, the students in the classroom often see their school's "best student" and "worst student" secretly discussing something in private. Something like: "You go in my body", "I go in your body" (BLUSH***) and something like: "You go to my room", "I'll go to your room."

People who don't know what happened (switch bodies) might think they are... ... **************

Now, XS have the chance of "being" a good student. BUT one day a student came up to him with a pre-calculus question and asked him for help. XS's head: "I know all these letters and numbers, but I don't understand them when they are all together." He even wanted to ask SZ: "What is cos?" But now he is using Sz's body, he can't expose himself, so he said... "You don't even know this? It's not that I don't want to help you. I just don't want to take away your skills for independent thinking." SZ: "......"

On the other hand, SZ inside of XS goes to the teacher's office to get his manga back. Teacher: "Are you going to read in class again next time?" SZ: considered XS's characteristic and answered "Yes."

GOOGLE:

XS: I switched body with my classmates, what should I do?

Google: please go see a psychiatrist...... get well soon.

For your experience, I'm not going to say more about the content now. But I honestly want to talk about their confession...

XS expressing affection: "I got some water for you" "I will grab lunch for you" "how's the weather today"...

SZ expressing affection: (X^2+y^2)^2-2ax(x^2+y^2)=2a^2*y^2 (Which is a heart shaped function) But XS spent two hours and still didn't get the right shape.

At the end, they found out the reason why they were switching bodies and they got back to normal.

Personally I think this is a very funny and sweet school romance novel. I recommend this as a high school student myself (heheh

[noro-noro-noro]

limbus company related dream a little bit. idk I'll readmore this off mobile

first we were all on the bus but it was a normal bus as per usual & it was a mix of regular students withthe sinners. I was assigned to be on meursault's team for the recent project we were here to do, but first rraffic was really bad so we couldn't even get close to our destination. it passed by my highschool..my sister was on another smaller bus with some of my old friends from my HS Chinese class & she was texting me updates too.

the project had something to do with this other place? it's a space or is in the real world? hat was a series of small rocky islands out in the open ocean with no other land in sight, & when the tide came in it started raining and the water level increased so drastically that barely anything remained above it - instead, you had to walk carefully along the now sunken ridges. there were npcs there that were dredging for treasure, or solving puzzles, or digging through the sand in some places, or doing research. each island had a different type of fruit tree on it. i had vague knowledge of the locations of the NPCs - I'd been here before. the flailing man was on the cherry tree island. the last guy that I'd found for the achievement talk to everyone was only there during high tide next to a small spire in an otherwise unoccupied sector. I shared this info with a dude also from my HS Chinese class who we can call Brandon.

our project had to have something relevant to those islands. i don't remember what the project topic me & meur picked & I was annoyed w him at first but eventually warmed up to him bc he did want to help he just had a really weird way of showing it. & also fortunately my tendency to talk to myself out loud and ask questions meant that he always answered the questions for me rather than his whole "I'll only help/speak/share my thoughts of prompted" bit, so I felt like we became friends.

anyway we eventually got to somehwere els - some kind of vampire mansion giant university building. there w as a cutscenes at some point that explained the levels of some secret spy society we were part of, kind of similar to fixers but I guess our organization was more secret and underground. the ranks were like 1-3, & then there was a rumor about the "broken lock" rank that was even higher than rank 3 but nobody knew anything about it. rem trigun had also been part of this organization but she disappeared many years ago.

anyway, vampire mansion. somewhat isolated from so society but there was still a city within reasonable driving distance. we were at the top of a snowy mountain overlooking the sea, evergreen trees all snowed onblockong the view. anyway this was not great. the vampires were hospitalable at first & gave us fancy tours of the area, and then they wouldn't let us leave .there were a husband and wife pair. a lot happened before this that I've missed, but we had to do things to ingratiate ourselves with them lest we become meals. I remember proving to the male vampire that I could fight decently after he threw a weapon at me. the weapon was like....a chain with a small rubber corpse at the end that looked like those stupid dogs from that inexplicably popular blue dog children's show. there were still bones & all insife of it but the outside was rubber so I just heard the bones and then wet squelch when swinging it around. at that time he was with me, Sinclair, & meur.

but after a while I managed to escape by faking my sleep in a room they not so surreptitiously locked me in, but there was a screen door + door combo to the outside behind some stacked boxes I guess they'd forgotten about. both unlocked. I wanted to go to the next room and let meur know , but they were doing something to him in there & there was no guarantee we'd be able to find our way back to this part of the mansions, let alone even sleep here again, & if the vanpire saw me it'd be ruined. this opportunity likely wouldn't come again. despite my regrets, I realized that, so I just left.

the wife vampire noticed me immediately. neither of them looked like your typical sexy vampire btw the usband looked like a middle aged history teacher & the wife appeared like a somewhat out of shape 60-70 year old white lady. if you could gender swap Nicolas cage's dad from national treasure. anyway I partially woke up around now & could control the dream so I was just always one step ahead of her. still a scary chase ensued.

I made it to a car is found thekeys for - a large black SUV, & opened the sunroof with my mind so i could leap in & close it behind me. the lady - her familiar, idk what kind of animal it was, banged on the winfows instead, & I peeled outta there in reverse. once I was in the forest I'd created some space so I managed to swivel around & get facing the right way, but I saw her in my rearview mirror flying right at me face all contorted in rage & continued to floor it down the mountain road at night. fortunately she never thought to cut me off.

eventually I realized she probably had a tracker on the car & I needed to ditch it, & presently made it to some cliffside hotel overlooking the beach, first stop towards the city from the mansion, & leapt out of the car as it went over the cliff. I managed to somehow instantly summon a baby pink rental car (small) &slapped a cringe sticker on the back windshield & peacefully headed down the road. I saw the vampire fly into the parking lot where I'd ditched the car by driving it into the ocean but then was afraid to look at her any more. in dreams if I can see it it can see me. she flew off towards the city shortly after & I realized I couldn't go home anymore. I'd have to start over. well, at least she couldn't track my accounts by smell.

there was a bit of a time skip. now I was renting a space in an apartment complex that looked like my elementary school near the junction between the cafeteria/gym hallway, the hallway towards the principal's office, & the 4th/5th/languages & other electives hallway. it was pretty busy but I stopped to check the bulletin board anyway. a few ither people were also checking it there were dramatic anime style namedrops for each of them that revealed they were undercover agents for the same society, in the unlocked tier. and then cut to me - I was also one of them now. I'd figured it out. I'd escaped from the rank 3 fate, though I still felt guilty for everybody that I'd abandoned in the vampire mansion. we had a conversation & we wondered if rem trigun was still above us in this after her disappearanc, & we discussed being found out. then there was a TV announcement about the new sinner IDs & the rose workshop meur was there looking completely terrible as he does & I felt really bad like it was my fault he was so tired lol

[hottakehoulihan]

Context-free excerpts from Alex Kerr's book Lost Japan

(more numerous than you'd think, for a book that is essentially an old man shouting at clouds.) (Affectionate.)

the seminar students have great difficulty in making something boring. At all costs, they must inject some originality into their work, and they are not satisfied until they have made their bowls 'interesting'. They mold their bowls into a square shape, drape the sides with dragons and curling snakes, attach jagged teeth to the rim or paint the entire surface with inspirational slogans like 'Peace, Respect, Purity, Solitude'. The results are anything but meditative. David used to say, "The pottery class exists so the clay can draw the poison out of the students' fingers." Among our students, however, there are occasionally some Japanese, and they obediently make their tea bowl as they are told to. Boring is fine by them, and their bowls turn out to be quite beautiful.

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someone asked a master to define the essence of Buddhism. The reply was, "Don't do evil, do only good," to which the questioner asked, "What is so special about that? Even a child knows that." "Well then," said the master, "if even a child knows that, why can't you do it?"

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Diane had a talent for vivid bon mots, most of them as politically incorrect as they could possibly be. Some prey on my mind even now. "Tea ceremony," she once said, "is aesthetics for unaesthetic people." What she meant was that tea tells you what to do about everything -- where to put the flowers, which art objects should be displayed and how to use even the tiniest division of space. This is very comforting for people who have never thought about such things and have no idea what to do on their own. Another time, she said "Zen is profundity for shallow people." That is the sort of comment which the old Zen master Ikkyu would have loved.

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A friend here told me, "Just going to look at the mountain wilderness -- what a bore! It is only when you have something to do that nature becomes interesting. You know, like golf or skiing." This may explain why people feel compelled to bulldoze so many golf courses and ski slopes into the mountainsides. My wilderness remains that of the Chinese poets, my nature that of Basho's haiku. A frog jumps into an old pond; just that sound brings me joy. Nothing else is needed.

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In January 1990 the bubble began to burst. Japanese stocks nose-dived, and by the summer of 1995 they were hovering at 18,000 yen. The American real-estate business also entered one of its periodic recessions: Donald Trump and other major players were declared bankrupt one after another, and the industry went into meltdown.

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(From the chapter titled "Kyoto hates Kyoto")

'Dinner' is not quite the right word. It was just a few small peeled potatoes, some slices of beef and some beans -- providing the feeling of dinner rather than dinner itself. It was what they call in Kyoto 'one bite and a half'. […] Tea was served, and I thought "It was all leading up to this. I'll just sit here a moment, relax and enjoy this while it lasts." But it was not to be. "Tea," whispered Kawase, nudging me, "that means it's time to go."

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A friend of mine studied the art of 'bonkei': she learned how to place curiously shaped rocks and bonsai plants on a tray spread with sand to create a miniature landscape. But as she slowly worked her way up the hierarchy of bonkei technique, the final secret eluded her: no matter what she did, her sand never held together in the perfect waves and ripples of the master's precisely arranged grains. Finally, after many years and payment of a high fee to obtain her license as a bonkei professional, she was to be told the answer. She bowed at the feet of the master, and he spoke. "Use glue," he said.

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a fan approached the actress for her autograph. The fan begged with tears in her eyes, but [the actress] turned her down. When the woman had left, [the man] said, "that's a cruel way to treat your fans! What would it have been to you to give your signature to that woman? She would have treasured it all her life." [She] retorted, "If I'd given her my autograph, she would've grown bored and put it aside in a week or two. But because I refused, she'll treasure my autograph until the day she dies."

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In Nara, you often feel that you have not seen a statue, but that you have met a statue.

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Standing in front of a pachinko machine is the modern form of meditation. […] There is no thought, no movement; you have no control over the flow of balls, apart from holding a little lever which shoots them up to the top of the machine; you sit there enveloped in a cloud of heavy cigarette smoke, semi-dazed by the racket of millions of ball bearings falling through machines around you. Pachinko verges on sensory deprivation. It is the ultimate mental numbing…

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One day, a student failed to support the body of the [powdered green tea] caddy, taking only the lid in his hands, and the caddy dropped from the height of about one meter directly onto the tatami. The powdered tea puffed up high into the air in a cloud, and tea settled in a green ring on the mat before our startled eyes. Everyone was petrified. In the silence, Sawada asked us, "What is the appropriate thing to say at a time like this?" Nobody could answer. He said, "You should say, 'How beautiful!' "

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But a literati would say, "Who cares? The next generation are only a pack of blind mules." It doesn't matter whether a particular tradition gets passed on or not, since the most important thing about the literati was the pleasure they took in the mountains and lakes, the moon, poetry, tea and talk. Their great achievement was the way they enjoyed themselves.

[fandomnia0]

day 3/70 (1 semester)

today was quite calm and peaceful day. i even got praised by chemistry teacher (i dislike her btw). also i slayed on math class since i am literally the only one who does all their homework just in case of unexpected notebooks inspection (and for practice okay). on history class the teacher didn't even ask me to answer her questions because she knew i knew. and i want to mention i'm satisfied with my results on PE class. i made a workout, and this was really refreshing after sitting at the table and writing the whole day.

i'm planning to get to home and a bit later i have extra math class. and after that, finally, sunday. i'll be able to get rest and have more free time thanks heavens.

i have some homework to do, and it's better for me to do it today after the math class. if we talk about something urgent, this will be definitely literature task since i have it on Monday. i need to answer the questions about the novel we're currently reading in writing. it won't be hard though. i'm really good at this subject.

also i have to finish the task on math. this won't be hard too. i just need to finish it once and for all.

i'm almost done with english, yet i have to finish it.

i also have tasks on chinese. i need to revise the hieroglyphs which i have already learnt and practice writing the new ones. also i have some grammar rules to revise and learn. plus i have a small text to learn by heart. the main thing is to do some, even the slightest progress because the task is quite huge.

i think i will also start learning the materials of the latest history lecture to get a good grade on the next lesson.

and the last one for now is the urgent task on my college project. i have to write the contents of my future research.

i'm quite sure there isn't any obstacles to finish all these things during the weekends. the main thing is to start because this is the part where i usually struggle the most

oh and i also evolved my wriothesley to 80 lvl. i really like his gameplay

[chouetteffraie]

Normally I wouldn't post every time I add a song to the dazatsu playlist but Hesitate by The Jonas Brothers is quite possibly the second biggest Dazatsu mood of 2019 after the s3 ending so I feel it's worthy of being announced

[serinemisc]

This is actually a lot of questions and I'm going to try to answer them all.

Do I have a horse in this race?

I'm Asian. I had a perfect 1600 SAT score. I had a lot of other impressive achivements, like passing 17 AP tests, captaining the etc. I didn't get into my first-choice university. Now, I don't know whether or not it's because I'm Asian, but I'll always wonder, you know.

On the flip side? I'm a Woman In Tech. I'll never know for sure whether some opportunities I got were because I deserved them, or because I'm a woman. Famous sort of impostor syndrome, that. I'll always wonder.

I'd say this is probably the way in which my race has impacted me the most. I sure have experienced racism but it's rare and temporary and easy to vent to a friend about. And microaggressions? I've never even minded being asked what kind of Asian I am, I like telling people about Asia, I famously have a whole infodump blog about it. Once, a homeless guy yelled at me to go back to my country, literally a week after I stopped being a Chinese citizen, and that was just funny.

We had a solution to this problem, it's called blind admissions, we would put musicians behind a curtain and ask them to play music and not speak, and then we wouldn't have to wonder. Affirmative action always felt like the exact opposite of what I wanted.

But Serine, the affirmative action advocates know all that, and they have arguments!

Yes, I know. There are advantages and disadvantages that some races get that would bias test scores and everything else. I just don't think affirmative action helps with that. Especially race-based affirmative action.

People talk about how this lawsuit pits racial minorities against each other, but I can't imagine anything pitting us against each other more than literal race-based quotas.

So are you fine with class-based affirmative action?

Honestly, yes. I suppose that does undermine everything I've said so far.

I think part of it's that class divides will always exist. And class is a much closer approximation of the question of advantages and disadvantages that bias test scores.

But on the other hand, race-blindness just feels like a nice ideal. And class-based affirmative action doesn't pit races against each other, which I really like.

Also, like, I obviously didn't have any innate advantages over my white peers. Colleges just don't want their race stats to be majority-Asian. I think that's a really bad reason to prefer a white student over me!

What about Harvard legacy admissions?

Honestly, also yes. Harvard legacy admissions pay for everyone else, so they seem like a worthwhile trade.

I'm looking back and I guess I don't seem especially principled here. But I think it makes sense to put it all on a spectrum. Legacy admissions are definitely not good, they're just an understandable necessary evil. And I think class-based affirmative action is strictly better than race-based affirmative action. So I think class-based is an interesting question of trade-offs that I don't see an obvious answer for, but race-based is just bad. I think that's all consistent.

Okay, you don't like affirmative action. But how do you feel about the Supreme Court getting involved?

Everyone looks to the UC system as "what happens if you ban affirmative action". And honestly, it seems fine to me. I guess it sucks for the people who like it, and it'd especially suck for them if it was forced on private universities.

In general I lean towards letting the private sector experiment with things, within reason. Is this "within reason"? I think pitting races against each other is a real harm that it could make sense to interfere with the general principle of freedom. But I guess I'm unsure on this one, too.

I guess count me as leaning weakly in favor of the ruling. But I'm open to being swayed on a lot of this.

What do you think about the recent ban on affirmative action at universities?

Good question, but I've been trying to move the really discoursey politics to my sideblog, @serinemisc. I'll answer you there.

[qianoir]

IT3D 1 - Hua Mulan

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"I've only been in New York City for 15 hours, Xuejiao. And it's huge! I don't know these streets you're telling me!" You shout, ignoring the side-eyes from the passerby city slickers that give New York it’s bad stereotype.

"You're going down 96th Street right? I told you to keep going down. It's a long a.ss street. You'll find the campus eventually- look for the dome!"

The connection breaks as Xuejiao finishes the call, "I gotta go now, I’m trying to get in my astrology professor’s pants after class!" The line goes silent and you huff, opening up GPS to lead you down the forsaken 96th Street. Distracted with directions, some guy crashes into you with his bike.

"What the hell!? Watch where you're going!" You yell picking up your fallen bag- which scattered all of my weeaboo s.hit.

"Maybe if you didn't stand in the middle of the street, you wouldn't have wrecked my bike! You're lucky you didn't get killed by a real car!" You looked up at the ignorant voice and found a young, orange-haired Asian boy. Maybe Chinese, like me?

"I wrecked your bike!? You're really unbelievable.." You placed everything back into the bag and took out your wallet. "Look, I don't have time for this. I'm sorry for damaging your tricycle, or whatever- here." You threw a fully punched Xing Fu Tang loyalty card at the kid’s dumbfounded face and walked off.

It's 9:57 AM, your o-chem class starts at 10 and you still can't find the campus. Why did my parents even make me leave Hong Kong? Because of the government, the pollution? Both countries are f.ucked. I choke there and I choke here.

Finally, I'm here.

You ran to the STEM building and up the stairs to land in a spacious lab room. You hurried to an empty seat near the top row. 9:59 AM.. Thank goodness.

In the midst of the lesson, the door opened to reveal the same clumsy jerk you had encountered a few minutes ago. He rushed to an empty seat, you going unnoticed by him.

Your first 50 minutes of college went by pretty quick. Nothing more than a syllabus review and a small question/answer session.

"I know it is the first day, but you are all in big kid school now, so I am assigning a semester project you will work on for all of this first term with a partner." Each array of your peers groaned at this announcement.

"You will use your knowledge from high school chemistry or an equivalent to complete it." The professor continued, "I will choose your partners and you are both expected to be responsible with it all semester."

"Remember your partner's name so that when I'm done, you can come down to get each other's contact information."

"Man Wol and Ji An.. Ha Jin and Hae Soo.."

The professor continued to call out names as you were caught up in texting Xuejiao about the kid who crashed into you earlier this morning being in your class, only half listening until you heard your name being called.

“Y/N and Yangyang.." Did I miss a racist joke or something? What the hell is a Yang Yang?

You kept texting Xuejiao, deciding to deal with it after class.

"I know it's a lot to take in on the first day, but on the bright side, you don't have to do the project," Some idiots celebrated, "but know that I will judge you harshly on it and I will be teaching at an Ivy League while you get kicked out of an Ivy League, never achieving your dreams." He fakes a sad face and the same idiots fuss.

"Now come meet your partners and have a good rest of your first day!" Your first professor dismissed the first class.

You put your phone in your pocket and stumbled to the bottom of the classroom, calling out for "Yangyang," the name feeling awkward as it rolled off your tongue.

"That's me." You spun around and were met with the trike guy from earlier.

"IT'S YOU!" You exclaimed in unison with him, the space between you two silencing for a second, before you spoke again.

"Oh my God I can't believe I got such a d!ck as a partner." You rolled your eyes with crossed arms.

"Hey! It takes two to d!ck!" Yangyang argues back. You stared at the fellow Asian boy in disgust and dismay.

"What the f.uck!?"

Both of you suddenly broke down laughing, your huddled classmates peeking at you with judgemental stares.

Yangyang calmed down and talked more comfortably with you, "Thanks for the boba by the way. I drank it deliciously.. before I dropped it because I crashed again."

"That's what you get for being a pr!ck to me." You scoffed.

"Oh baby that wasn't being a pr!ck. That was simply getting you warmed up to want me." He tapped your chin to bop your head back while giving a creepy stare.

...

"You're a f.ucking crazy person."

"Like it or not, Mulan, you're stuck with me for an entire semester." He stuck his tongue out at you.

"Mulan?" You questioned.

"Yeah. You're a Chinese b!tch, right?" You glared at him, but had to nod ‘yes’ anyway.

"Cool. I'm Taiwanese.. I need to get to the other side of campus so give me your number so we can work out the details on the project. You wanna meet up at the library tonight?" You agreed and gave him your number.

"Great. See you tonight, Mulan." He winked and jumped out of the room.

Shaking your head at the ironic situation, you walked to the next class with a little over 10 minutes to spare, so you stopped for coffee at the Starbucks on campus.

The shop was pretty small and there weren't a lot of people inside. As you were about to enter, another Asian boy held the door open. "Thank you." You smiled, bowing your head in gratitude.

"Anything for a girl with such a charming smile. Can I buy you a coffee?" He asked.

"No, that's ok!" You replied, not wanting to inconvenience this guy- and besides, he might just be trying to get in my pants.

"Please I insist! Get anything you want!" You decided to take his offer because in the end, it’s free coffee. He was also pretty charming himself, and seemingly harmless.

"Could I get an iced Americano, please?" You ordered. "I'll have the same." The boy told the barista.

You both stood to the side of the bar, talking while the identical drinks were being made. "Thank you for paying, you really didn't have to." "No no it's really fine. I wanted to.. I'm Dejun Xiao by the way, I think I'm in your chemistry class. What's your name?"

"I'm Y/N." "Oh are you Chinese!?" You nodded. "I'm Chinese as well. Are you from China?" "I'm from Hong Kong." "That's so cool! I'm from Guangdong." "Oh nice, nice.." The drinks were handed to you and you walked out together, strolling into the center of the campus.

"What class do you have next?" Dejun asked, sipping at his coffee. You took out a crumpled paper to examine the schedule printed on it. "I have biochem next." "Oh we have the same class!" Dejun announced. "That's crazy! Are you premed?" You asked him. "No, I'm studying forensic science. I want to be a homicide detective.”

Wow this guy is impressive. "Wow, that's awesome.. I want to be a heart surgeon.”

“That’s so cool!” "Thank you." You laughed at his energy. The two of you walked in the direction of your next shared class, conversing and giggling with each other along the way.

You reached your next classroom and found empty seats next to one another. “You can call me Xiaojun, by the way. I think it’s cooler than Dejun.”

“If you have to say your name is cool, then it’s not cool.” Another Asian man walked up to your row.

"Hey man! You're in here, too?" Xiaojun asked. "Yeah! It was a lucky draw." Xiaojun then motioned over to you, "This is Y/N. She's my new.. friend?" He smiled at you, looking for confirmation. Returning his smile, "Yes I am. Nice to meet you." The other male shook your hand and introduced himself. "Nice to meet you, too. I'm Kun."

"She's from China, like us!" Kun was surprised. "Really? Why did you come to America?" "My parents made me." You shrugged. "Wow mine did, too." Kun chuckled and sat down in the row of you and Xiaojun.

I left China, but China came to me. Maybe this year is destined to be good..

To be continued…

𝘲𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘳

[yutahoes]

Otou-Chan

Yuta Nakamoto x Reader (Y/N) Smut

(Chapter Twenty Four)

Summary: 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐰𝐚 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐮𝐭𝐚’𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬.

Warning: (Again, I don’t know if you can tag this as angst.)

Word Count: 2.8k

Tag List: @ailoveyuta​​ 🥰

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24. Sayonara

It's been years. Five years, ten months, twenty-three days, four hours… He can still count the minutes and seconds if he likes but he'll miss her more. 

The last time he knew something about her, she finished her art study in New York and transferred to Canada. After that, he isn't sure what happened to her. 

He went to the country once, telling his friends that it's for business and nothing personal, which they obviously didn't buy. In the end, it was a vain attempt to find her. Like finding a needle in a haystack and even Taeyong said that it's a suicide mission. 

One time, his stepmother visited him and asked help to see her ex-husband to which he agreed. He doesn't have any choice anyway, he also wanted to know what happened to him. And he promised her, that he will take care of his stepmom. 

It was weird to see the two of them, the foster parents of the girl he loved, sitting in front of each other and talking like matured individuals. Didn't they realize that they just ruin someone's life because of their irresponsibility? But what the older man said surprised Yuta, "If ever you see (Y/N), can you tell her that I'm sorry? I know it's not enough but I just want her to know that I'm proud of her even if she's not my daughter." If only she's here to hear that. He'll probably get to see her smile again. 

And now, he badly wants to see her.

--

Yuta smiled to himself as he sat on the business class of the plane to Paris. Their first encounter. She's so fearless back then, shouting in front of a guy who just molested a girl. And she caught his eye that instant, like a magic spell that binds him to her. Koi no Yokan, his premonition of love. And he's still in that bind. He's still in love with her. Only (Y/N).

Paris only brought memories of her. That time he was seated in front of a pastry shop and his eye caught a familiar girl entering the opposite coffee shop. It was still a mystery why he's infatuated with the girl who rejected him at the plane. But that coffee shop date made him sure of one thing, he's not just lusting over this girl. He liked her smile, he liked how sincere her smile is that made his heart hurt. He missed those smiles. He missed her so much. 

Maybe it was too much reminiscing that he forgot to keep an eye on one thing, a person actually. "Fuck, Shiho!"

--

(Y/N) was still astounded at how Paris looked like the place she once saw in the book. She had been here before but didn't get the chance to tour around because of a certain Japanese guy. Her Japanese guy. Her phone rang and she answered the call, rolling her eyes at the other person on the line. "Yes, I'm already here. Where are you?" By now, she's just annoyed. She should be enjoying this day in Paris, why does she have to meet him now? 

She was by a fountain when she saw a young girl crying, seated on the edge of the statue. What is she doing here alone? Where are her parents? (Y/N) crouched down to her height, smiling at her. "Hi." She greeted and the child looked at her, still crying. She's so cute, she thought. "Are you lost? Where are your parents?" 

"Otou-chan left me." The young girl said in Japanese that surprised her. 

(Y/N) had to smile at that. It's weird hearing the word Otou-chan, she's used to saying it to address Yuta. "Do you want me to help you look for your dad?" She said in fluent Japanese that made the sobbing girl look at her in surprise. "What's your name?" 

"Shiho." That's a cute name. "Shiho Nakamoto." What? She wanted her to repeat what she said but a distant voice can be heard calling for 'Shiho'. A voice she badly wanted to hear. "Otou-chan." The young girl shouted in glee, running to the owner of the voice. Shiho Nakamoto? Otou-Chan? Yuta is already married? 

Slowly, she stood up without facing him. How can they meet like this again? And really, of all places, here in Paris? "Excuse me, thank you for staying with…" She just nodded at that, trying her very best to not face him. What if he's with his wife? This will be really awkward. 

"Noona!" Someone called that made her look to the side. Her savior. She didn't care whether Yuta would realize that it was her but she dashed to where Mark is, holding his arm and dragging him away from the place. "Wait, why?" The younger guy asked in panic. 

But she just pulled him until they're inside the museum. "He's here." Mark gave her a confused look and she gestured at the painting hanging by the center of the museum. The guy looked surprised at that, giggling when she looked annoyed.

It pissed her off that of all the paintings that their class made, it was the painting of Yuta that is getting featured in their exhibit. She just did it since she missed him but Mark saw it and showed it to their director that it got chosen as the main exhibit. This is a stupid move. What if he finds this painting? He'll found out that she's not over him yet when he's obviously done with her. God, what should she do if his wife founds out? 

And he has a daughter now? She can't believe that someone experienced Yuta's stamina. Well, the kid is kind of cute and she resembles Yuta's eyes. She should have stared at her longer. Who is the mother of that child? Who is Yuta's wife?

---

That night is the gala for the Asian art exhibit that their school sponsored, a collection of artworks from students that depict Asian culture. (Y/N) is really nervous since it's her work that's going to get the main feature. A total first. 

She passed by the Southeast Asian artworks, mostly paintings. The West Asian part shows pots and ceramics that would bring you to deserts. She stopped at the East Asian part, suddenly missing Korea as photographs welcomed her. The Chinese vases, as well as the Terracotta Warrior replica, amazed her. And when she reached the Japanese part of the exhibit, someone was standing in front of a certain bowl with gold lacquer, 'Kintsukuroi'. 

He looked surprised seeing her in a blue dress, looking as if she really dolled up. Her hair is longer now that he's itching to run his fingers on the threads of her silky hair. "Hi." she chirped. "What are you doing here?" 

Yuta smiled then realized that they're conversing in his mother tongue. Did she learn Japanese? He showed a brochure of the art exhibit, given to special guests of the gala. The sole reason why he went to Paris is because of an art invitation that depicts Asian arts. He can't really say no to the art director. "I thought you're in Canada." She nodded, surprised that he knew that. 

"I started teaching arts in Canada." Teaching? Yuta was surprised, he thought she's still studying. "These are some of my students' work." 

"Oh," Yuta exclaimed, in awe. "That's really good." She smiled, rubbing the back of her neck in embarrassment. Her gaze fell on the teacup with gold, Yuta used to compare her to that. A broken porcelain, his broken porcelain. What is he thinking now? "I'm really proud of you." The sincerity in his voice almost made her choke if not for Mark Lee calling her name from across the room. 

She asked if he could give her a minute and went to where the younger boy is, asking who she was talking to. His eyes widened in surprise realizing who it is. "Your Japanese guy." She shushed him up, asking what he needed help from. He gestured to his tie and she rolled her eyes, pulling the piece of fabric from his neck. "I'm nervous." 

She skillfully made the knot on his tie, patting it when she's done. "Mina will really like you." The older said that made the younger pout, she had to pinch his cheeks at that. Mark told her to get back with Yuta and she giggled at what he meant. 

He said with.  

But she can't do that. He's already married, Mark knows that. 

"You look happier," Yuta noted that made her stop. "Are you dating?" 

He moved on from her. He found another love which should have really happened. It will be awkward to know that she's still in love with the idea of them together. 

(Y/N) breathed heavily. Mark is definitely going to kill her. "Yes." 

"That's great." He said in monotone. She was scared to look at him. Is he hurt? Is he happy? She hoped he is. "I have to go. I'm going to meet my parents outside." His parents are here? "I'll see you around."

He turned around from her but she tapped her foot. There's a question running in her mind for years. A question, she badly wanted to ask him. And if now, when can she have the courage to ask him that? "Yuta." She called which made him turn to her. She sighed a heavy breath that made him curious. "Why didn't you stop me?" He cocked his head to the side at the question. "When I said I'm going to New York, why didn't you stop me?" 

Yuta walked to where she is, taking slow steps until he's in front of her. "If I stopped you that time, you wouldn't have the chance to find yourself." A bitter smile can be seen on his lips. His hand held her cheek which comforted her, Yuta's warmth. "I wouldn't be able to make you happy like this." 

--

What? Her eyes looked up at his and they're glistening under the lights. Twinkling. "I'm proud of you, my daughter." And even if she wanted to hug him, he just turned around without a word. Walking briskly to leave the hall.

Her heart can't lie now. All this time, it's still Yuta. It's still him.

"Can I not attend?" Yuta begged his dad that made Shiho look at him, pouting. She looked so pretty in that blue dress, the same hue as her dress. "I might just cry inside."

The older man laughed at that, tapping his son's back. "You should have told her that you're still in love with her." But Yuta shook his head, she already moved on. As she should be. She's happier. There's nothing he can do to bring her back to his life. 

He breathed heavily as tears fell from his eyes. The sadness all these years bottled up in this emotion. "Dad…" he called as the older man held him in his arms. "I don't want her to see me like this. Can I just stay at the hotel?" 

"Son, this is your last chance. You might not see her again after this." He said that made him look at the older. He's right. It's been years since he hoped for this to happen. And here she is, in front of him. "It's your last chance to tell her everything you want to say. I don't want you to regret this." This might really be his last chance to say everything bottled up inside him these past years. 

She needed to at least know that he's still holding on for her.

--

The gala was a classy one, filled with wine and classy people from different nationalities. Yuta was just seated at their table as he watched his parents mingle with the other people they knew. 

His eyes frantically tried to look for her but she's nowhere in sight. And why did he forget the face of her boyfriend? Maybe he can spot him in the crowd and ask him if he can talk to her like a true man. Some young girls were looking his way but he's not interested. It's still her that he wants. 

Some girls were giggling at him. Great! Because it's funny to see a single guy seated next to a young child as if in a kiddie restaurant. He cursed when he realized that Shiho is nowhere in sight again. Where the hell could that child be? And why is he so distracted?

But before he could stand up, he saw her talking to an older girl with the same blue dress like her. He just watched in awe at how they looked so good next to each other. How natural she looked talking to a child. 

If only she didn't leave for New York, they might have a child now. A son perhaps. But will she smile like this if she stayed? Will she be happier if she's next to him?

"Shiho, okasan is calling you," Yuta said that made (Y/N) look at him. The younger girl waved her hands to say goodbye to the older and she giggled at how cute she is. The older tried seeing where her mom is but the crowd blocked her view. 

A hand appeared in front of her to help her stand up but she refused to hold it, she might get used to his warmth. He's married, for crying out loud. He should be with his family, not here next to her. "(Y/N)," He called. 

She had to prevent herself from tearing up at that. He just called her name, why is she getting emotional? Or is it because she's still not done crying about him? He sighed loudly, "I don't know where to begin but I…" 

The lights dimmed as the speaker announced the highlight of the exhibit. (Y/N) cursed that made Yuta look at her in worry. Her eyes were full of horror as he stepped closer to check on her. "What's wrong? Are you alright?" Yuta shouldn't see the painting, his wife and child shouldn't. No one should. But it's too late. Why did she have to forget about it? 

(Y/N) was called on the stage by the art director and she gave Yuta an apologetic look. She'll just tell everyone that she's done with these feelings so he wouldn't get bothered by it. Yes. She should do that. 

The written speech on the podium was discarded as she closed her eyes and breathed heavily. She greeted everyone in English, wishing that everyone had a nice time looking at the artworks that they prepared. She introduced herself as a faculty of the Art School then started the speech about her getting interested in Japanese culture. "Hatsukoi." She said then stared at one guy in the crowd who was looking at her as well. "First Love." 

She smiled, remembering all the times she had with Yuta. When she discovered that warm feeling of falling in love. A feeling she wanted to erase or she'll definitely get hurt again. "They said your first love never dies. True, it won't change." She introduced that made the audience smile adoringly. "But it will die, given the time." A collective gasp can be heard. Even the director was surprised at the sudden shift of her voice. She should have introduced the wonder of first love, to make the audience fall in love. They're in Paris, the City of Love. 

"The purpose of this artwork is to show the feeling of first love." She looked at her first love, wishing that her last words would resonate to him. "But first loves can also be painful. So this is my goodbye to my first love." She said with a proud smile but in reality, she wanted to badly cry. If she speaks more, they'll surely hear the strain in her voice. A huge lump in her throat that she cannot gulp down. "Sayonara…" The spotlight shone on the artwork, earning everyone's attention, even his. "Yuta." She whispered away from the mic. 

When Yuta returned his gaze at the podium, she's nowhere to be seen. Why is she always shaking him like this? A goodbye to her first love? Is this her goodbye to him? "Onii-chan, isn't that you?" Shiho asked, pointing at the splitting canvas of him surrounded by cherry blossom petals. He attracted the nearby attention as the artist's first love, the subject of the painting. They even complimented her for the amazing art style and that she really made an exact copy of his face on the canvas. 

Yuta sighed. So this is it, really. She really did mean it when she said 'sayonara' before, it's not possible that she's really doing her 'sayonara' now. His dad was right, he will regret that he didn't take the chance to talk to her.

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Chapter 23 / Chapter 25 

Quick note: (I don’t know what’s happening to my posts but the paragraphs sometimes get jumbled. I edited all the chapters and I’ll check on it later to see if there are still some mistakes. I’m sorry. If you read this, thank you. There’s only one chapter left for Otou-chan and I would really like to know what you think of the story. That will mean so much. Again, thank you for taking time in reading this. Your feedback will be highly appreciated.)

[zu-is-here]

Hi Zu!

Do you like poetry? Any favourite poets or poems? And have you ever tried writing a poem yourself? People say it's common among teens to try it, so I'm quite curious.

Wowie, somehow I guessed right! I'm usually not the type to guess anything, but still I had a feeling you'd like riding a bike and ice skating, and it turned out to be true. Very interesting! As for me, I can ride a bike and used to do it quite a lot, but I get tired all too quickly, so active leisure really isn't my cup of tea. Although it is nice to remember times when my cousin and I went much farther than I was allowed to (x I always needed a long break after that, but it still was great. Roller or ice skating though? No way I'm even trying that. The mere thought terrifies me, thank you very much (x

Sure! And, okay, it'll be difficult to explain, but I'll give it a shot. First, I ask the person (or myself) to focus on the question they want answered. They don't need to tell me what that is or explain their situation for context, though I'm ready to listen if they'd like to share anything. Then I listen to my intuition and heart and choose the deck of cards accordingly. Sometimes not just one. As I shuffle, I try to get what kind of reading feels suitable, although sometimes it may change in the process. I feel quite clearly when I need to stop. Then I find the card that wants to be in the place. I can lay them out of order, change them, couple them, and so on and so forth. Whatever feels right, really. Sometimes it's even best to get a few cards and then shuffle the deck more. When everything feels in its place, I start turning the cards over. One of my decks — the Green Oracle — has images, and the others are with some phrases. I look over everything we have and interpret it, with or without knowing the person's situation. I didn't do it for that many people, but those for whom I did were absolutely amazed by how accurate my cards and I were (: Also I make some reading for different characters, and these are always so accurate it's just hilarious! Anyway, time needed to do this may vary, it really depends on what feels right this time, how many cards I need this time, how complex the reading is, lots of things. It also depends on the person, since sometimes we discuss all this together and some people prefer to keep their thoughts to themselves. As for the cards I use... I already mentioned the Green Oracle, and then I have two decks made by my beloved; you have no idea how good she is at creating cards for reading! One of those decks consists of the quotes from my very own stories solely, and it's almost unbelievable how good it works.

Well, Shattered is a completely another matter (x But for humans high heels are simply harmful, so I cannot and will not stand them. It hurts so much to see so many women suffer for some unreachable 'beauty standards' that have nothing to do with reality...

Okay, let's not make this too sad. Back to Russian!

Да, как минимум для меня это действительно фэндом (: Тем более Змеал пишет действительно много. И, н-ну, в том числе из-за депрессии мало что вызывает во мне настолько сильные эмоции настолько постоянно, так что я чрезвычайно ценю то, на что откликаюсь. Например, её творчество. Или твоё ✨

I'm so glad we're on the same page! People like you are truly invaluable to me, so please know I appreciate you and everything you do very much 💞

Btw, how was the tea you mentioned? And... Did I understand right that you're going to watch Major Grom a second time as well? *^*

And yeah, writing in Russian will make you one of the first people who read it! It's going relatively well so far, so I hope you'll enjoy when I'm finished ✨ Lots of dread and confusion are coming when the curse doesn't fall!

Although right now I have my Chinese tasks to finish, and the Chinese class to attend in the evening. Lately we've been working on HSK 4 (it's an international exam for Chinese, the fourth level respectively), it's quite interesting, albeit pretty hard (x I really don't know enough words for it yet. But that's exactly what I need — experience! So I'm determined to continue ❤️

Anything you'd like to share about your day?

(Patiently) Look forward to your reply!

Take care! *hugsss*

Hi anfie╰(*´︶`*)╯

I do. ♡ I used to print out cheat sheets and memorize them for the literature exam, and I still keep some of them that are dear to me, like, Words by Vadim Shefner. Do you know this one? What's your favorite one(s)? And sure I tried! <3 Such a shame yet I don't delete them. What about you? *^*

Seems like your intuition has worked well again! *0* It's alright, a calm walk without risk is the best option after all ✿ Were you forbidden to go far though? :0

Woah. Sounds like real magic! ˚✧₊⁎ Guess that's definitely not what everyone can do, you're really talented and sensitive to such things. I didn’t know you can put a part of yourself into this, as if influencing the process but in fact only adjusting to it. Good luck with this! *^*

True (ó3ò) It feels so weird to follow the "uncomfortable yet beautiful" rule, as if beauty can't be comfortable at all :') But you're right, let's not!

Это действительно здорово, когда творчество может не только зацепить, но и заманить, да так, что и не выбраться, но разве это плохо? ;) Я рада, что моё – одно из таких <3

It's mutual (〃ω〃)♡

Ah, the tea ☆ [* You brought up a dangerous topic. XD] I regularly go to the tea shop for new flavored teas! This is a whole ceremony for me. This time I bought five new ones in small portions to taste each of the flavors: two black teas, with almonds and cocoa beans, and three green ones, with banana, vanilla and cherry. I still don't risk experimenting by mixing varieties, they are really good on their own. ♡ Do you like tea, coffee or maybe cocoa? *^*

And that's right! I'm gonna watch this masterpiece again *^* I couldn't get out after that so I decided to choose a day on the May holidays so as not to rush anywhere. I'm in such anticipation of looking at this from the new point of view while knowing more facts and secrets ☆

Oh I'm ssso excited for your story! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) It's gonna be amazing ★ Still, take your time, as much as you need <3

And I am so, so happy to hear this liveliness in you, your aspiration, craving and determination. That's the spirit! How was the class today? Good luck with the exam preparation! You can do it, I believe in you (òwó)☆

Oh today was pretty lazy for me yet really nice, thanks! <3 Nighttime is coming, it's getting harder to resist the urge to draw heheh *siiips the tea* ;) I'm looking forward to hearing you again too!

Take care ♡ *hugs*

[bonbonmacaron]

I have a confession to make. I... don't actually know much about the culture, history and geography of the countries whose languages I'm studying. I mean I do know some things - of course my professors in college incorporated cultural elements in their classes, and I've studied in Spain and China, after all! And I probably picked up loads of tidbits here and there just from watching French Youtubers. But I learned all these things through osmosis. I feel like I don't have a lot of explicit cultural and historical knowledge. Ask me a super specific, or even basic, question about the Cultural Revolution and I won't be able to answer it. And that's kinda embarassing after learning Chinese for 15 years!

I think I've always focused too much on the language itself, completely overlooking everything else. I can go on and on about grammar rules and the minutiae of learning kanji, but can I name all the Japanese prefectures? No. Of course I don't /need/ to know all of them, but they come up a lot in articles and the news, so it would be nice to be at least somewhat familiar with them. I know I kind of suck at geography and history, but that's no excuse not to even try learning anything about it.

Also, my Spanish degree had a disproportionate emphasis on hispanic literature. And while my professors explained the historical context of the works we read and we naturally learned about culture while reading, it didn't feel like it was enough. I wish I took more culture and history classes. It's just that there was such a huge emphasis on literature in my degree requirements, I didn't have room to take those classes (or maybe my college didn't even offer them), which is a shame.

I think I'm also going to start doing a Culture Day, inspired by @study_with_danai. I want to build at least a basic understanding of culture, history and geography, and then go in-depth into topics I'm interested in, like feminism and education systems.

I know I have a long way to go, but the first step is admitting my sort-of ignorance. I know some things, but I also don't know a lot of basic facts that I should know by now. Maybe I'll share some facts and resources as I go along. I'd love to make more of an emphasis on sharing cultural knowledge as opposed to just language stuff and I love accounts that already do that.

[jinxthequeergirl]

Softie

Quentin smith x Goth! Reader

Requested by anons and @aristocracy-y :

⭐quentin and the abrasive goth girl from school end up as lab partners and he comes over to study and he discovers she’s actually soft and sensitive?? pls i crave quentin content (if u don’t wanna write this just anything for quentin is fine

⭐My love for Quentin knows no bounds, and a soft, slow make out is literally all I can think of rn

⭐OML you write for my baby! Could you maybe write some Quentin nsfw, if you don’t write that then something soft and fluffy

Warning: swearing, sorry I don't write nsfw but its super fluffy so that makes up for it ig, also i think its safe to say this is quite sometime before fredrick fucked him up.

And sorry for taking so long im trying to get back to actually posting things so please enjoy!!! Sorry that its just sort and sweet.

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"Sick drawing." Quentin looked up at the you who was standing next to him putting your bag down and taking the seat next to him.

"Oh uh thanks." He said offering a smile.

"I'm y/n, Your new lab partner." Quentin took you all in as you shook his hand. He'd heard about you, seen you in the hall. Nothing about your goth aesthetic exactly sreamed friendly. Kris and jesse would say things about you. "Careful she'll hex you!"

"Wow who's funeral are you going to? Oh sorry that's just how you dress."

You spent class paying attention to the work taking notes and before he knew it class was over. "Uh..so when..or really were do you wanna study so we can do the lab right tomorrow?"

"Uhh my dad's got a teacher meeting thing tonight...I don't have to be home for a few hours.." She nodded as she put her things in her bag. "Yea alright..my house then...I'll meet you after school at the end of the front steps?"

"Yea..sure thing."

At the end of the day you met him exactly where you had said to, but he was accompanied by his friends. "Watch out quentin she might hex you!" He he elbowed jessy as he walked away from them to meet you.

"Sorry about th-"

"Let's go." You bit out grabbing your bag and started walking he quickly followed.

"They're jerks." He said as you continued to lead the way through your neighbor breaking the silents. "They're your friends?" You said.

"Doesn't change the fact that they're absolute dick holes sometimes." You glanced back at him with a smile, before walking up a drive way.

"Penny! Cherry!" You yelled as you opened the door. You where both greeted with the sound of barking and quick feet running down the hall. "Y/n!" Your face lit up as you got to your knees and greeted the girl and dog as they ran into your open arms.

"Hey kiddo!" The dog salked up and licked your face causing you to laugh. "Uh Cherry this is Quentin...he's gonna help me study for biology, Quentin this is my sister Cherry and our dog Penny."

He offered a small wave. "Hi! Are you y/ns friend? She doesn't bring a lot of those home." Cherry asked Quentin as he fllowed the two girls deeper into the house, He only laughed nervousely and you hit her shoulder. "Shut up dork!"

Sbe laughed. "Go do your homework!"

She burried down the hall to her room. "Oh! Dad said he'll be home by eight thirty! Maybe nine!" You rolled your eyes and lead him to the kitchen. "Thanks!" You then turned to him. "Sorry I should've mentioned something about the two of them..." He shrugged and pet penny while taking a seat at the counter.

"I don't mind, She seems like a good kid." You smiled. "She is...do you want something? We've got chinese leftovers?" He laughed. "Sounds good."

The rest of the night was spent within your bedroom attempting to study only to find neither of you took good enough notes to answer the study questions.

"Well I can just look it up in study hall...you can hang out here for a while if you want..." You offered him noticing he'd gotten up from the desk chair to look at the bulleten board filled with pictures that hung on the wall by the door.

"Is that your mom?" He asked pointing to a family photo. "Uhh yea...Penny l/n...she died a few years after cherry was born...we got penny and named her after her..."

"I get that...the whole mom being dead thing." He admitted still staring at the photos, He finally turned to you. "You knkw I meant what I said about my friends-"

You waved him off. "No need to say sorry I'm used to it."

"So then why do you-"

"I like how it looks....It's the only thing I felt comfortable in was clothes like this...kt's not actually true to who I am." You explained quickly. He moved to sit next to you on the bed. "Then who are you?"

"Who do you think I am?" You challenge.

"Well...from what I've seen here tonight. I'd say you're a softie... You like being around people, like making friends, your sentimental, a family per-" you held a hand up to his mouth.

"Got it, you've spent to much time with me today." You said with a laugh moving your hand.

It was quiet for a second. "You know I know somethings about you too." You said.

"Like?"

"Your the reserved one in your friend group, but also out spoken when you get the chance...sweet...kind." You said looking at him. He looked you up and down and leaned forward.

"And you're thinking about kissing me.." You teased before moving closer to him yourself and kissing him.

His hands mobed to your waist as yours cupped his cheeks and climbed into his lap. "You're absolutely right on the last one." He said as you pulled away briefly, you laughed lightly and slid your sweater off and kissed him again.

He wrapped his arms around you and leaned you back on the bed deepening the kiss.

"Y/n! Cherry! Penny!" You quickly pulled away again upon hearing your fathers voice from the front door.

You both let out a slight disapointed sigh but laughed. "Maybe some other time." You winked before kissing him quickly and pulling your sweater back on.

"Hey dad!" You said coming down the hall and hugging him as he let go of cherry. "Hey!..oh I didn't know you had comapny I would've bought more food."

"No, sir I was leaving..my dad will be home soon anyways." Quentin said reassuringly. "Dad this is my friend, Quentin." You introduced the two of them. "Well nice to meet you Quentin, you're welcime baxk here anytime kiddo! Y/n doesn't get a lot of friends around here." He said jokingly, you hit his arm as you walked quentin out the door.

"Goodnight, thanks for having me over." He said.

"Anytime." You smiled and kissed him once more before going back inside.

[shiro-0197]

Oh my gosh Shirooooo <3 bae hiiii :D that's so lucky, I hope you guys see each other :] also, how's prep going?? How does it feel to be back in school? Hope everything's well. I'm sure you're acing all your questions (as usual ;)

ooh, I overslept today morning. It was NOT pretty. I woke up because I had a school meeting and my teacher was like "Ariana switch your camera on" and (grr I was forced to) I looked so sleepy 😭 because I had literally just woke up. Talk about embarassing smh. but I have holidays till Monday! in commemoration with my second favourite holiday; Chinese New Year (it's the year of the ox ˃ᴗ˂)

aww :(( at least pretend to sleep, if I ever attempt convincing you then :] I'll hug you (and I have a firm grip when I'm half asleep 😪) flashcards?? I see!! Do you use Quizlet? I'm sure you can do it, you're capable of that (and so much more!!) I love you too, bae.

lmao it was. They've asked us to submit pictures of ourselves for this year's magazine. So thankfully, no sorting.

nah, it was a good one. You're so cute shjxjsks. Rip the pictures, but there's space for more :D oh my gosh I understand that!! Like 😭😭 do I have time for another fandom?? No. Does my brain listen?? Also no (my brain had apparently decided we're gonna be simping over Darren Criss for the next 10 business days. Don't ask me why, but I've watched every single one of the movies/series he's starred in.)

Oh btw!! I tried creating an oc (this is my first time don't judge 🥺🥺) anyways, she's so cool, I WANT TO BE HER. Or marry her, idk whichever works.

just my dad 😌 my mom and the rest of my family have a very long way to go, but i try educating them whenever I can. Thanks for saying that, and I really hope the world changes in the future. There's literally no place for prejudice anymore :( but despite all that, the most important part is that our families love us, and although there are some things we wish could change over time, I'm so glad for that precious fact.

haha I see :'D that's right, tho I'm so happy you've settled into a schedule!! A bummer, but there'll be those teatimes, right?

that shirt. It's so cute I might cry. The frog 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺. f o r g

Aaaa yep yep. I miss you so much too. But I'm really thankful no matter how busy our lives get, we always manage to find a way to reply every once in a while. It really makes me realize that we're meant to be friends, yk? like not even the lack of time or the (unfortunate) abundance of distance can stop us. I find that special. And by God that just made me realize how much I truly love you. Which is; A LOT.

—Ari

Hello!!!! Happy late valentine's day!!

Look at this thing I made, tbh my first time making a valentine card and it was so funny. This ones for you<3

It's going well!! We had a cool party yesterday, not for Vs day (we done celebrate that here) but for Abi's day! That's basically our mentors' celebration. Our grade threw a concert for them with games and performances, and I was leading the whole show? Like, I introduced the performances and games and etc. It was nerve wrecking but I survived, and they liked it! We had huge fun. Glad I didnt have to dance. Also, we tried making that frog cake (have you seen it?) And I didnt take a pic (I asked my friend but he still hasnt so uhm) but as good as it tasted, the frog looked more like a green blob. But he (abi) liked it anyway

Ouchhh😭😭 I know, I remember one time when I overslept and literally had one minute to set everything up so I delayed hygiene and breakfast to later. When I was eventually forced to turn on my camera I looked like this

Also that's so cool I hope your holidays were good!! Happy Chinese new year!!

Nahh I use some random flashcards app because quizlet was too heavy for my poor phone to handle, but now I fixed it so I think I should try that one. Thank you for the idea!!

OMG SHE'S SO WONDERFUL I LOVE HER SO MUCH I ADORE HER HAIR AND !!! AND !!!!!! Dont worry love she's great !!! 🥺🥺

Yeah, that's true. Too bad for my family that I dont love them😘 okay I'm so sorry for ruining the vibe, you're absolutely right !! I'm really glad too.

Well, sometimes, yeah! But usually the mentors are really busy, and it gets kinda lonely since I'm alone from my class. Well, there is one guy, but he goes home after 5, so yeah hes not here for a while

Ohh I'm always so surprised with the way you speak. I really find myself struggling with the answer when you say something as good as that because tbh all I can say is "🥺🥺🥺 yeah" but yes!!! It makes me really happy. I'm very glad to be your friend!! I love you so much, Ari ♡♡♡ I hope you're having a great day

Also, have a funnie

This is literally me with all my characters