#and yes eng its not my first language

[nattawinlove-andmygaytea]

Yes, I love the mpreg possibilities of pit babe universe.

I know most pit babe fans love the idea of Babe getting pregnant... don't get me wrong, I would love it too, if I haven't read the novel and felt the horror of Babe thinking he was pregnant with a supposed enigma charlie baby. Babe hates the idea of putting a child in the world and that something happens that could lead the child to have a childhood like his, where he suffered with no love and was starving... He started fucking only alphas just so a pregnancy could never happens in his life!

This it's a huge part of the construction of the character, thats how and why he ended up with Charlie! Yeah in the novel, but still, the Babe in the series it's him too!

I like to respect Babe from the novel... It's his life trauma. He really suffers so much just from the idea of it! Suicidal thoughts even.

Someone could say that now that he has Charlie he could start to thing differently, but no, in the novel on a special chapter, it got clear Babe really don't want to share Charlie with a child, he's really really jealous of a child with Charlie! So much that he almost just fuck with Charlie in front of the kid, just to have his claim at what it's his and his only.

He don't want it, he doesn't need a baby... He just want to be happy with his Charlie and nothing more.

Some other characters could get pregnant... And still when it would be charliebabe take on watch the kid/kids, he would hate it and be pouty about it! It's who he is, based in how the author created him.

Even if the author decide to write other novel or special chapter where Babe got kids, it would still feel wrong after all that they wrote about Babe. It would be cause what the public wants and that don't sit right with how canon Babe feels and was constructed, it would be cheap to treat him like this.

For me Babe with a baby lives in fanfics where he can be another "character", writed from other authors minds.

Listen, Im not here to say what people should think, expect or want...I'm not saying its a disrespect ... Who am I to do that. I'm just ranting about it to get it of my chest, cause Babe's decision of not putting a child in the world just resonates with me , in a society where people keep saying you should have kids and all the family pressure that still exist, when all your cousins are having children and I'm like "poor kids with unstable and problematic parents they will be". In a world full of hate and violence, and just getting worse. I feel sorry for them.

And I just love and respect Babe novel's story and feelings so much. You know? Like when a character has a special place in your heart.

[mortemamarehq]

Hello, since this universe seems to be based around a monotheistic religion, would we be discouraged from applying for characters who have canonically Shinto beliefs, for example?

Greetings, believer!

Love as a god exists as the creator of the world. Think of the old gods in Fear and Hunger for example, who then become lost in time as She abandons the universe. The flavor text in our World sheets explain the lore more precisely!

It will be discouraged to have such muses if their religion is a major part in their character and cannot be written in a way that would fit the universe, as it would not fit in lore, and as we do not wish to take these away from the characters in respect to their respective religion.

[lxvebun]

A millennium of unsaid I love you's

Synopsis: love is the most twisted curse of all. Yuuji wonders if it's twisted enough to have even Sukuna in its grip.

Content: Sukuna x gender neutral reader. Fluff+little angst. Lovesick!sukuna, I repeat, Lovesick!Sukuna he's so in love with you it shows in everything he does!! Mentions of character death but its open for you to decide. Slight mention of canon violence. Around 1k words♡ eng is not my first language, lmk if there are any annoying mistakes♡♡

"Have you ever been in love?" Yuuji wonders out loud, not necessarily expecting a serious answer. It's a little past midnight if he's reading the blurry red numbers on the digital clock correctly, and despite sleep clouding over his eyes, he can't seem to find rest. Blankets are carelessly kicked to the edge of the bed in an effort to relieve himself from the summer heat but it doesn't do much to help him ease into that sleepy state either.

(Talking to Sukuna seemed a lot more interesting than counting sheep)

The question hangs in the air for a moment, silence twists around it like a vine, and just before it completely swallows it up, the answer floats across his mind similar to a thought but eerily spoken in a different voice.

"Yes"

It's said quietly, almost as if trying to maintain the tranquility of the summer night, but this is Sukuna we're talking about. He doesn't take others into consideration. There's something else that keeps him from voicing his answers out loud.

(Perhaps it's the way he can't talk about you without sounding like a love-sick devotee)

"How!?" Yuuji blurts out before thinking, not realizing the question is rather rude until a sharp flash of pain surges through his body, a little corrective behavior sent from Sukuna, no doubt. "Sorry, sorry. I just didn't expect it, that's all.

It's quiet for a bit. Yuuji takes the time to admire the stars and moonlight shining through the sliver of the curtains. It feels like the moon is extra radiant tonight as it spills a wonderful illuminative light across the room. 

"I don't know"

There's not much he doesn't know, but to this day it's still a miracle to him that you weaved yourself so effortlessly into his very being. Managing to do so without an ounce of resistance from him. Partly believing you were some kind of heavenly punishment sent to bring the king of curses to his knees. To rid the world of a darkness that never should have existed in the first place.

(He'd let you)

"I just was"

There's another part of him that theorizes that maybe you were something that remained of his human self. A soulmate to complete his when his soul wasn't half as dark and twisted as it is now. Born from the same star, hearts carved from the same moon. A red string binds you to him, regardless of the form he takes. How cruel of fate to tie you to a monster and keep it that way.

Quietness tunes back in as Yuuji's thoughts drift elsewhere. For a second, Sukuna thinks he's done with his late-night interrogation.

"What were they like?"

He's not indulging Yuuji, really. But his heart beats back a little warmth into his soul every time he thinks of you. Every time he thinks of your voice, how his name sounded so syrupy and sweet falling from your lips, a stark contrast to how it's usually uttered.

Every time he thinks of your touch, how you always handled him with a gentleness he probably doesn't deserve. As if under all the scars and cursed markings he was made of the most delicate porcelain. Even when you were angry, it never bled violence into your touch.

Gods, your entire being shined so brightly he could pick you out from among the stars. You dug yourself into his chest, ripped out his darkened heart oh so deliciously, and buried yourself in its place. As if you always belonged there.

Just thinking of you stains his mouth all too sweetly, a millennium of unsaid I love you's building up in the back of his throat. He swallows it down.

"They were beautiful" he speaks aloud this time, voice booming around the room. Yuuji flinches a little at the intrusion "And that's enough of your questions tonight, brat"

"Just one more, please"

.....

Yuuji takes the silence as compliance.

"Are they gone?" He puts it into softer terms. Sukuna's a little annoyed at the consideration.

He doesn't know... and he's not sure what hurts more, being oblivious to your fate, or assuming that you have passed. Surely, Uraume would have taken care of you. Then again, are they even around still? A dullness grows in his chest, splinters its way through his ribs, and weighs down into his lungs suffocatingly so at the uneasiness of not knowing.

Looking through Yuuji's eyes, he catches a glint of a star beaming down into the split in the curtain. Shining an ethereal light so brightly he has to avert his gaze.

( he could pick you out amongst the stars. He refuses to believe it's you)

The ache lessens again as the starlight seems to clear his head. You're bound to him by a string of fate, there's not a single universe out there where you're not with him. Even if it's cruel of fate to do so, even if those thousand years apart have turned him into someone almost unrecognizable. You'll be together again. Perhaps your soul is just waiting for the right moment to appear.

"they'll be back" is all he says, and the finality in his tone urges Yuuji to keep his mouth shut despite the whirlwind of questions still racing through his mind. Memories that don't belong to him flicker through Yuujis's mind as Sukuna seems to dream off. They're blurry and foggy and disappear all too quickly for him to make sense of what he's seeing, but he can feel the overwhelming presence of love dripping from the edges. He doesn't question why his heart starts to race too.

Sukuna has been a rot in his side from day one. but if there ever exists an opportunity to save everyone, if he could give him his happy ending should you come back, he thinks he'll grant it to him.

Thank you for reading angels!!♡ i had a lot of fun writing this so I hope you enjoyed this too!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I've been trying to focus on thinking about things I enjoy about the idea of the TWST anime. And regarding overblots, I think an anime version would really help illustrate (even more) how terrifying the process is. I really like how the manga shows Riddle's OB, and I love anime as a medium, so I'm pretty hyped to see how it will be conveyed in it.

I really hope they accentuate the horror of it- I'm aware that they might not go all in w the horror like I would personally like, but the thought still excites me. What kind of music will they play? Will the animation change like it does in some animes when the characters are distressed (wobbly lines, glitchy effects)...? What sort of directions will the voice actors get? I mean, they already voiced the game, but anime gives them more room to do voice stuff. I'm really hyped for this aspect tbh...

And I'm also excited for the possibility of dubs, since I'm quite a fan of the whole dubbing world. (I know some ppl have their fears about this last possibility, but in my case even if it turns out to not be so good, I think we could still have a good time w something like that. Plus I've seen some popular eng dub actors hyped about the anime and wanting to be casted for certain characters)

I also wanted to apologize for my previous ask ᕙ⁠(⁠⇀⁠‸⁠↼⁠‶⁠)⁠ᕗ I already did so in the comments, but I felt bad about doomposting on your inbox. My mind's first reaction is usually to see the negative first and become anxious, and it's something I'm working on, but it sometimes goes out of hand. But now that a bit has passed, and specially thanks to your advice, I can sit down and try to focus on the things that excite me rather than the ones that scare me. Sure, building too much expectation could backfire at the end— but as you said, we have little to no information at this point. So I think focusing on the things I'd like to see is a better usage of my time. If they turn out to disappoint me... That's something I'll worry about next year, I'll suppose. I'm still a bit anxious and scared, but there's also lots of things I'm hyped for. I'll try to take your advice and focus on those. 🫂 Sorry if my previous negativity made you uncomfortable.

[Referencing this news! Asker’s prior post here.]

I’ve seen a lot of fans speculating that the OB transformation sequences will resemble magical girl ones! While that’s a fun idea, I do feel like it makes more sense for the anime to portray OB as something scary and all-consuming, similar to how it is depicted at the end of animated dorm commercials and in the manga. For the characters experiencing them, it’s not meant to be glamorous… All that agony, the dripping ink leaking out of their orifices and dripping like blood. Overblot looks incredibly horrific, and I think that should come through in the animation—whether they change the usual style for these segments or keep it the same.

I think the anime would reuse (or maybe do remastered versions of?) the Twst soundtrack for a lot of the show. The compositions are already there, so might as well. Maybe experiencing the anime will help to make the music more memorable, since it seems the game soundtrack alone isn’t doing it for some fans.

No clue about the JP voice cast; I did see some people worrying that they could replace the game’s voice cast for the anime, but as I’ve mentioned already, that’s an unfounded claim. If the usual VAs are there, surely they won’t just reuse the already recorded lines from the game?? 😂 I’d think they’d at least have to rerecord those based on how the script and its scenes are laid out, plus additional dialogue to fill in the gaps (such as new scenes).

No confirmation of an English (or other language) dubs yet either! (Again, this is another topic related to the anime that sparks worry, but I must stress that it’s pointless to get into a tizzy about something that isn’t concrete yet.) But yes, I’ve already seen English VAs expressing interest in certain characters; Daman Mills wants to audition for Malleus, Alejandro Saab has made it known he has Twst on his radar and wants to voice Leona, etc. (The latter has done Twst dorm leader impressions for fun before; I think Mr. Saab could make for a decent Leona or even Malleus!)

Don't worry about the previous ask ^^ I think it's better that we discuss these things with one another rather than post or tweet into the void and allow those negative feelings to fester. If you want to view it in a different way, think of it like the OB boys actually getting therapy/finding someone to confide in instead of being allowed to stew in their own emotions and risking OB a second time. Sometimes all it takes is that gentle nudge or a reminder to step back and take a deep breath. When we let our emotions get the best of us, we end up thinking and acting in irrational ways, and then that can lead to people--whether yourself or others--getting hurt.

[beardedalcoholic]

Battle Gods

First Medical officer of the Galactic Union Revka Jihar looked on in awe as the human zipped from one console to other.

Sliding her chair from one side of the room to the other only to go back she displayed a true mastery of her job. Coordinating rank upon rank of human shock trooper forces into position, confirming approval of Human Medium Force Allowed, checking and double checking the health status of hundreds of humans, receiving reports from multiple divisions of engineers and mechanics about the status of one drop group or another…it was overwhelming to the Kalarian to watch.

“Shock Troopers stand by to stand by for final approval on drop, med squads confirm ready stations for injured, eng corps get those fucking launch tubes in the green before I come down there and fire you out one by one until I am satisfied my boys won’t hit atmo looking like strawberry jam, Hell Jumpers get to your pods and strap in we have yellow light on drop and I am not waiting for any Late Lucys should we get green.”

The rapid-fire communication of the humans had never ceased to amaze Revka, how they could say so much with so few words using only inflection, context, tone, body language and a myriad of other factors that they themselves seemed un-aware of.

Keys rattled like gunfire beneath First Rank Orbital Shock Drop Coordinator Amelia Hargrove’s nimble fingers, screens bloomed in thin air only to be replaced by others as they were dismissed. Within barely a handful of human minutes Frist Rank Hargrove sat back limply in her chair with her arms hanging down the sides as she breathed deeply in seeming exhaustion, Revka knew better though, he had seen this human go cycles without rest or nutrition.

An alert from the single remaining screen in front of the human grabbed her attention and her head snapped up from its slumped over position, the gleam of anticipation and sudden movement reminding Revka of the humans’ predatory lineage. Jumping to her feet with enough force to send her division command chair sliding back on tracks laid into the floor to the edge of the large room they occupied Amelia commed the captain of the ship.

“Captain Shelsa, Shock Trooper Command…I have green on all drop requirements, personnel and approval…Awaiting Final Command.”

Amelia Stood disturbingly still and focused as she awaited the order from her captain to release the humans upon the world beneath them. Revka stood in the back of the room next to the abandoned chair, furiously making notes upon his digital clipboard without even looking down at it.

Being the first species other than human to witness the deployment of Shock Troopers into an active battle field Revka was not about to miss a single documentable moment of what he was witnessing. The tension in the air radiating from the human in the middle of the large room was almost enough to choke him, the human had not moved in the slightest since her last communication, her muscles seemed to bunch beneath her skin tight command suit as the micro-cycles slid by, until…

“Shock Command, Captain Shelsa…you are green for trooper drop, repeat you are green for drop…Amelia!” First Rank Hargrove’s head snapped up at the sound of desperation and pain in the captain’s voice.

“Yes Captain? I am here.”

“…Amelia, these, monsters attacked earth…they struck down schools and hospitals…these invaders took my baby girl from me without warning or reason given…invoke the Battle Gods….”

First Rank Amelia went dead silent and painfully rigid from this last command. It was well known humans had music for all occasions and that they would perform different tasks with more or less efficiency depending on if music was being played to them and depending on the task or musical selection.

Revka felt his feathers bleach of all color at the last command…it was not a command given with hopes of leaving survivors, the Battle God Queen was something of a legend among different species due to the effect said music had on humans…but these last words were spoken with such cold venom Revka had to grip the deck plates with his talons to keep himself from bolting in fear. Revka watched as the Orbital Shock Drop Coordinator calmly answered in the affirmative, slipped an Augmented Reality Visor over her eyes and seemed to deflate as tension left her body.

Walking to the middle of the room First Rank Amelia began to glow softly as synaptic relays lit up across her suit, lines of light racing from her toes to her visor and everywhere in between, muscles slid with liquid grace beneath her suit as she stalked forward.

It started gently…hands lifting to flow through screens only she could now see through her visor…hands and arms moving like the conductor of a symphony Revka had seen on earth. With each movement a new small screen came to life around Coordinator Amelia, each screen containing a new face…the faces of her boys…the faces of humanities most feared ground-based battle troops…the Orbital Shock Troopers known only as the Hell Jumpers.

No words were spoken at first, Amelia simply stood there under the gaze of over five hundred trained, battle hardened, soldiers. Soldiers that were about to be dropped from orbit onto a planet light years away from home into a raging warzone with nothing but a small pod made to break away on impact to protect them from the heat and violence of atmospheric entry. None looked scared, no tears were shed in fear or pain, this was simply another good day to die for these individuals Revka realized.

“Kikiki! Kakaka!” The suddenness of Coordinator Amelia’s cry and movement nearly had Revka molting a full tails worth of feathers. Amelia slammed one foot down to her side so that she was bent at the knees.

“Kauana kei waniwania taku tara” Hands slapped into her thighs and stomach muscles in time to her chant.

“kei tarawahia, kei te rua i te kerokero!” Feet stomped and hands slapped as she continued her chant, voice raising to echo throughout the room.

“He pounga rahui te uira” Amelia’s voice rang with a clarion call to battle, it vibrated with the rage of an entire race that had been wronged as she raised a fist and slapped her arms.

“ka rarapa ketekete kau ana” Revka felt sorry for himself as he watched the display before him as he had not thought to make arrangements for his newly born clutch of whelps should he perish on this mission.

“To peru kairiri mau au e koro e!” Looking at the many images of the Shock Troopers arrayed before and around the still stamping and chanting Coordinator Revka could see that each one was focused upon her with a burning intensity.

” Hi! Ha! - Ka wehi au ka matakana,” Eyes narrowed, teeth were bared in rictus smiles, pulses throbbed in necks, nostrils flared in anticipation as the chanting grew somehow louder and more fervent.

“ko wai te tangata kia rere ure tirohanga” First Rank Amelia stamped and pounded her feet into the ground as if to defy fate to move her, as if she was seeing the future and challenging it to be anything other than what she demanded it to be.

“ngā rua rerarera” Hands slapped and struck with force that would shatter the bones of Revka’s species like she was trying to beat reality into submission and bend it to her will.

“ngā rua kuri kakanui i raro! Aha ha!” With one final strike First Rank Orbital Shock Drop Coordinator Amelia Hargrove let loose a sound that would haunt Revka’s rest cycles for the rest of his life.

The sound that echoed throughout the room seemed to contain all the suffering that had been felt at the hands of the enemy, all the pain of loss and the rage of those who could not do anything to seek retribution for those wronged. Screens lit up as each trooper dropped from the belly of the ship into the planet’s gravity well, each and every face pulled into a mask of rage and determination beneath face shields snapping into position.

Revka thought that perhaps the spectacle was over now that the humans had been sent planet side…until Coordinator Amelia’s arm snapped out and with a few deft movements brought up a simple non-standard screen.

The media screen floated barely a hairs breadth from the end of Amelia’s finger tips as she scrolled down a list of songs. With little more than a thought a song was selected and broadcasted to every shock trooper, soldier and crewman.

Drums beat and strings were plucked with a sense of anger lurking behind the sounds, after only a few seconds of this First Rank Amelia began to sing in a tone of voice unlike anything Revka had heard from the normally bubbly and flirty Coordinator, like gravel grinding in honey and rising into an angry cry tinged with desperation.

I feel the pressure is building in me

 My stomach's sick, it's getting harder to breathe

 I hear the screaming, I feel the disease

 It's burning me up and there is nothing to breathe

Will you crawl with me

 Will you stand with me

Would you follow me

Would you believe with me

Tell me you'll breathe with me,

 tell me you'll die with me

Come on, get on, let me hear your war cry!

Come on, get on, let me hear your war cry!

Come on, get on, let me hear your war cry!

Yell it out, do or die

Let me hear your war cry!

The battle that followed after the start of this terrifying song was less a battle and more a chaotic slaughter of the enemy. Humans that had been forged of star matter and tempered over eons of living on a death world and driven by madness channeled from a world in pain through musical Battle Gods dark and ancient tore across the land. They fell from the skies in gouts of flame like avenging angles come to strike down the very gates of Hell, no enemy was spared, no mercy given nor asked.

The battle had been long and hard, the final count of the dead had come out to one hundred and seven troopers lost out of over five hundred…a small number but one that was felt like a hammer blow among those that knew them.

Revka had stayed and watched the entire time as Coordinator Amelia somehow split her attention between directing troop movements and battle plans all while continuing to dance and sing to various songs of battle and victory. When the final call of victory came over the open channels the music was allowed to stop and First Rank Amelia fell still. Her arms hung limp at her sides…screens showing haggard and haunted faces of her soldiers, her troopers, her boys signing off one by one as they went to seek medical aid or further orders, synaptic relays dimming from a fiery blaze to a pale glow until they too fell silent and dark.

Revka walked slowly from his position in the back of the room towards the silent and still figure of the human known among the crew as Battle Siren…the one human who was expected to endure the responsibility of coordinating hundreds of war machines, who was given authority to make decisions in battle and who had to carry the weight of those decisions. As he got closer Revka noticed a new taste on the air, sharp and salty…not sweat, he didn’t have sweat glands and the skin suit Amelia was wearing prevented her body from needing to sweat…tears? Yes, Revka could taste the salt of tears on the air.

Slowly coming around to face the Battle Siren Revka was somewhat surprised to find a river of tears slowly falling from under the AR visor. With a deep breath as if she was emerging from deep waters Amelia lifted the visor from her tear-soaked eyes and seemed to stare through the bulkheads and deep into the void, then in a soft whisper she said a single sentence that would be taken to the Galactic Council and repeated again and again among those who thought to strike out against the humans.

“They sowed the wind with their strike against our young and injured…so too did they reap the hurricane of our vengeance.”

With that single sentence spoken a new sound began to emanate from the Coordinator, a long drawn out note not unlike the tune of a bell. Revka backed away and made his way out of the room, the Battle Siren had begun to sing a new song but not one of war and conquest, rather a song of pain and history filled with conflict but also about seasons changing and hope prevailing. The humans may have had a great pantheon of voices to channel inspiration from when going into battle, but so too did it seem that they had ones for peace and healing.

[ihopeinevergetsoberr]

At cane’s length

this song owns my heart, and i’ve been thinking about writing something with soft dom vibes for a while sooo. here you go.

cw: viktor x reader, smut, viktor is an unbearable tease, gn reader, gn pronouns for reader

word count: 2k~

art cr: @arcanescribbles. my inspiration for this fic, actually.

*standard ‘eng is not my first language so please don’t be mean to me’ bullshit i put before posting every single one of my fics*

reblogs and comments are highly appreciated <3

Viktor is handsome in a cruel way. In an untouchable, ‘tease all the remaining sanity of you’ one, to be precise.

Cruel.

That short, plain word spins on your tongue, threatening to roll off it any second. You audibly gulp, desperately trying to swallow the harsh adjective, and the longing flows down your throat, leaving you breathless — almost too turned on to think straight whatsoever.

You can’t call him that. Even though he’s not exactly opposed to the idea of being relentlessly cussed out by you. It’s the consequences of your boldness that attract him: after all, he gets to watch you all tied up and needy, doe-eyed as you desperately ask to be touched… And then wide-eyed as you switch to being utterly unfiltered and vulgar, trying anything and everything to make him fuck you tonight. Spending the whatever’s left of your wits on those incoherent mumble-like sentences, pleading mewls mixed with the sounds of your knees scraping on the floor from all the squirming you do. Completely and utterly adorable in this state of raw desire, and it figuratively makes your brain slip out of your ear, replaces it with debauched thoughts, with inability to feel anything except for the lust — so intense, that it’s almost painful.

The ingenious, irritatingly smug man or, as you so kindly dubbed him, ‘kinky bastard’ is seated above you, the corners of his mouth curled into a wicked smile, legs spread in this tauntingly inviting manner — testing your limits, mocking you deliberately. He knows that you crave to be between those legs, struggling to fit the aching swell of his cock into your mouth, to let it stretch your slick, heavenly warm throat — or even to be split in twain, fucked over his desk like the horny mess you are — desperate, sobbing, charming in the tantrums you throw just for him, begging to be taken care of. Well, not only begging, to be frank. It’s a full-fledged demanding now, which, decidedly, did flatter Viktor, but being a brat never works on him. You have to be good to obtain his mercy. Negotiating, perhaps. Even when your sanity is gone, even when the only thing you can think of is choking on his dick. Those are the unspoken rules of earning Viktor’s touch — the sweet in its unattainability treasure. And you’ve learned it the hard way.

Viktor thinks it’s only fair, since he can’t be rough with you physically. His body might be sore, but his mind? God, you wish it was sore at least once in a while. Yes, he might not be able to frantically pound you into the mattress, but he’s perfectly capable of coming up with new ways to edge you. Which you loved, of course, but fuck would you prefer the first option so much more. But he’s an incorrigible inventor to the bone. Even in the sheets. Well, more precisely, now — in his lab.

The ropes on your wrists are rubbing the skin, keeping your hands tied reliably behind your back. They serve as one of the numerous reminders of this embarrassingly unfair position Viktor had put you in: you can’t move unless he’s kind enough to let you — he’s not restricted in his movements at all, you’re kneeling in front of him with a vulnerable expression — he’s leaning in his chair with a shit-eating grin, legs spread, head thrown back as he looks down at you in a way a master looks at his servant. You’re fully naked — he’s fully clothed. Viktor calls it ‘the perfect balance’. You call it ‘please, just take that damn thing off’. The idyll.

“Viktor, why are you doing this to me?” you mutter, glancing at him with a weak sigh. He quirks an eyebrow, unbothered, divine-looking with those rays of sunlight peeking through his dark hair, forming a figurative nimbus. ‘Like a god,’ you think, and for the briefest of moments your gaze changes from desperate to enamoured. But then you remember that your god refuses to be worshipped. That he would rather watch you suffer, disregarding your every prayer. And so you frown again.

“Funny, you should ask,” he purrs, the thickness of his accent matching the thickness of sexual tension between you. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re supposed to keep your enemies at arm’s length.“

You scoff, ignoring the painful tingling in your knees, the once cold floor beneath you warm and sticky in the places your hot skin touched it.

“I’m no enemy of yours,” you mutter, sounding almost genuinely offended. But Viktor only laughs, mouth open in a silent, amused ‘oh?’. Your only response is a frustrated moan.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that, dear,” he demonstratively clutches his cane, the sexy bend of his long fingers so tempting it nearly has you cumming on the floor. “Didn’t you mention hating me earlier?”

Of course you did. How couldn’t you, when you wanted so badly to open wide for him, to bite on the calloused thumb, the undefinable salty, with a mixture of something metallic taste of his skin so familiar you could easily make it out. Oh, and with accuracy sharp enough for its savour to become a phantom sensation on the tip of your tongue. However, the same tactic never worked for his cock. Whenever you tried to imagine him abruptly pushing it inside of you — the craving would just become stronger, more unbearable. Fantasies were never enough. You needed the real thing.

“Not that I care what label you’ve decided to put on me tonight,” he continues, obviously hinting at the ‘kinky bastard’ incident. “A lover or an enemy — you’re staying at arm’s length.”

“More like at cane’s length,” you mock, angry eyes swirling that white tie oh his slender neck, but the rope around your wrists stops you from tugging on it to angrily steal a kiss.

“Cane’s length?” curious, Viktor leans over you in his chair, and for a second you’re deceived, rejoicing at the proximity, but he’s quick to remind you what a fool you are, his unhinged expression turning into an entertained one. “You have quite the brilliant mind, darling. We should probably test that out.”

Your teeth instantly sink into your tongue, instinctively scolding yourself for the inability to watch your mouth. Why, just why would you say that?

“Test that out?” you mumble, as your gaze drops to his shoes, unable to handle the intensity of his amber eyes lancing through your face.

“Exactly,” Viktor confirms, slyly biting his lower lip. “You see,” he utters, as his crutch loudly taps on the floor, causing you to shudder, “I don’t think the distance between us is equal to the length of my cane.”

“You can’t be serious,” you snapped at him, sobbing frustratingly. “Viktor, it was just a metaphor.”

“I’m a scientist, my dear. I don’t do metaphors. I do calculations and proven facts,” he utters, placing the crutch into his lap, and you find yourself shamefully jealous of that stupid stick, wishing terribly it was you resting there instead of it.

Viktor gives the cane an evaluating gaze, as if trying to measure it with his eyes, cruel grin never leaving that sharp, currently reachless for you face.

“So, supposedly,” he clears his throat, hoarse voice unbearably seductive as he pensively looks you up and down, taking in the debauched arch of your back, the redness on your aching knees. “I believe that my cane is around… say, thirty five inches long. And you, my dear,” he grabs the cane by its handle again, pointing at your face, left eye closed as if he’s trying to measure something again, torturing you shamelessly, “are still too close.”

The annoyance is impossible to hold in anymore. It’s a pure torment — incredibly hot in a certain perverted way, if you were to be frank, but god did you hate him with every fibre of your being right now, dreaming of fucking this mocking sass out of him, of teaching him a lesson. Viktor deserved to be ruined purely for the way he keeps those skilled hands to himself right now, denying you the oh so craved pleasure.

“Well, I don’t think I’m close enough to you” a protest escapes your pouted lips, but it appeared to have fallen on deaf ears, just like all of your previous, hopelessly useless pleas.

“Eh, debatable,” he utters casually, driving you even more mad with a playful shake of that insufferably smart head. You bite back an angry ‘tsk’, followed by a pissed-off roll of the furious eyes. Viktor is quick to notice the bratty demeanour.

He’s smooth in his roughness. In testing your patience with the insatiability of his own. Something cold quickly brushes your chin, forcibly tilting your head up again, and you huff at the audacity, eyes snapping open as you realise that he’s coaxing you to look him in the eye with his fucking cane.

“The fuck?” you hiss at the cocky jerk, but the way he holds that crutch to your face disarms you, adds even more arousal to the mixture of intense feelings building up inside of you.

“Language, my dear,” he purrs, eyes sparkling with malicious pride, “we‘re in a respectable place.“

He bares the upper row of his teeth, smiling at his own witty remark, and you can swear to god that never in your life have you wanted to wipe a grin off somebody’s face so badly. With a kiss, preferably. But a fist would work just perfectly fine too.

“Oh please,” you hitch in breath when the same hard edge of the cane slips off your chin to fleetingly press into your neck, but something about the uncertainty of Viktor’s movements tells you that he’s not done with you yet, that there’s more ‘foreplay’ to come. “Your lab is not a church.”

“Oh yeah? Why are you kneeling then?” he teases, poking you with that sharp sarcasm. As if a goddamn crutch against your throat is not humiliating enough already.

“I want to slap you.”

Viktor hums, and the tortuous cane traces the curve of your shoulder, causing your breath to hitch in anticipation, the contrast of the cool material with your hot skin stealing a dreamy gasp from you.

“Slap me?” he murmurs, enjoying the way you suffer for him. Because of him. “Well, too bad I’m that good at tying knots.”

“You’re an awful person.”

“Oh, don’t flatter me like that.”

“No, seriously, why don’t you just allow me to make you feel good?” you practically cry out, arching your hips in a desperate attempt to get closer to him. But the cane is still there, gently dipped into your collarbone to keep you in place.

“You’re already making me feel good,” he whispers, pushing you away, and all you can do is groan, squirming like you’re facing grim death. But considering the current intensity of your overstimulation, that death might actually turn into quite the real one. In the guise of this devilishly handsome tease, which would make it the worst and the best way to go at the same time.

“But I can make you feel even better,” you beg, half-lidded, exhausted and so beautiful in this perverted state of such earnest vulnerability. Just precious. Sacred even, if the situation wasn’t so sinful. “Viktor, please. Aren’t you done torturing me? I could do so much better than just grovel here.”

“Perhaps,” he presumes, but you know him and his undying love for the eye-fucking too well. Hell, he might just adore this humbling staring even more than having actual sex with you. “But I would rather enjoy the exhibition for a little longer.”

You roll your eyes again. A rather dangerous choice of a reaction, because the crutch in his hand abruptly taps on your shoulder, drawing your attention back to his glistening eyes.

“Roll your eyes at me again and I’ll make it two cane’s length,” he threatens, and you bite your lip to suppress a pitiful moan so hard, that your teeth leave two crimson marks on it’s tender flesh.

And that sexy, secretly favourite torture of yours starts all over again.

[envy-of-the-apple]

Hello, first of all HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!! I hope you had a happy birthday today !

I recently read your recent fic (The Sun eats the Moon) and the writting was amazing. But I have some question in my mind like :

"After that maybe 'Reader' could take contraception in secret, no ?"

"Is she (or they) gonna end up married to him, and forced to be a housewife or just following him where he goes ?" honestly I think her destiny is tragic no matter the result.

"How did he react to her disappearance, did he tried to find her (honestly my question was why he didn't ask her parents or search where did she goes, but honestly its a good thing that he didn't search) ? And during 10 years, how was to him ?" Maybe the only thing we can say "good" about him is he will only looking toward her and not any women after THAT day...?

And last question, I was wondering what will happen to them after THAT day like I know fr that in the media there will be news, but honestly I think the conclusion is well writting, the fact you first introduce the concept about the Moon and conclued with the detailed about the Moon and how tragic the ending is for them (Moon and 'Reader'). And if you are going to a Geto's it's will also be interesting because he was there to.

Sorry for the long message (eng isn't my first language) and thanks you to read that ! Have a nice day or night !

Thank you!!!!!!All great great great questions! I'll try to answer them as best as I can before giving tooo much away lol:

Why cant Ms.Moon take contraception?

yes Ms.Moon (that's my nickname for the mc now lol) could definitely try to take contraception in secret but I don't think it'll be a good ending if Gojo finds out. In the comments of the fic, many ppl were pointing out that Gojo was intentionally trying to get Ms. Moon pregnant back when they were "dating" buuuut it was sort of an afterthought for him. His logic was 'oh well it doesn't matter either way. you're staying with me regardless' but now that he's seen that Ms.Moon is 100% willing to leave him his next course of action is 'k well can't do that if you have a kid'. It's really not about Ms.Moon having a baby, rather it's insurance that bestie won't just dip again. He cares about you more than any kid you'd make together (awww thats so....sweet???)

Will Gojo force Ms.Moon to get married?

Probably, he's a romantic at heart teehee. But also he loves the attention. Part of the reason he was so effective in "keeping" Ms.Moon (in high school) was largely due to public pressure. Now, where he's basically a celebrity, his obsession with the spotlight has only increased. He's gonna be on talk shows and never shy about your relationship to the press. Gojo will definitely describe your relationship as 'newly reunited highschool sweethearts'. People at work will definitely bombard you for the details, and you were never one to be defiant so you'd probably just mutely agree with him (that's why he loves you so much: you're so agreeable). He'd make sure your wedding is the biggest celebration of the year. And then he'd drag you to Aruba or something for yalls honeymoon:)

Why didn't Gojo try to find Ms. Moon?

He did! When you dipped (graduated early and left for college) he went ballistic. I totally forgot to add this in, but Gojo is a huge reason why Ms.Moon doesn't talk to family anymore/anyone in that town. You didn't even tell your parents what college you were headed off to. I bet Gojo harrassed your family for a bit, because he's Gojo Satoru, but when it's clear you just disappeared I bet he was depressed. As terrible as he was, he did love you. It was also a pride thing for him. No one's ever 'won' against him, and you technically did. He'd greatly underestimated you and you got away. I bet he'd be a little impressed at that. I think in the fic it was greatly implied that he was searching for you buuuut eventually he forgot because he got so busy with his life. He still thought about you, but its was probably more along the lines of 'damn, can't believe i lost that bitch' And then you unceremoniously fell from the sky. Surprising, but he's grateful. It was fate to meet you again or was it? *cackles in omniscient author*

The Aftermath

Yeah, you're not living a normal life after that ever again. You're moving in with him, he's getting that marriage certificate ready bye bye freedom. I don't think he'd lock you up, buuuut having a security detail on you at all times, putting a tracker in your phone, and constantly calling/texting you is pretty close to life in prison right? EVENTUALLY, he'd limit your social network, then not-so-gently encourage you to quit your job. By the end of it, you'll be his little housewife but I think he'd be nice about it. (kind of)

[82mitsu]

{18Trip} <PROLOGUE SIDE-A: Still blank> 000-A01 My Sweet Home Town

A translation of 18TRIP's PROLOGUE SIDE-A by 82mitsu. ENG proofreading by sasaranurude.

Opening note:

I am playing with the male player character, canon name Kaede Hamasaki, and will be simply referred to as Kaede in the translation. It’s a choice made due to the characters referring to the player character in their own ways (switching between first & last name, using honorifics) and I don’t want to make it sound clunky by using “player” or “MC”, or alter when first or last name is used (due to the importance of it in the JPN language). However, the gender of the player character has 0 impact on the story, and the experience is the same regardless of male or female main character.

TL note: 

レトい (retoi) comes from retro. It’s made up slang from 18TRIP.

Fiú is a Hungarian word meaning "boy".

Announcer <(We request that you please fill in your arrival card as preparation for landing. –As there’s still some time until disembarkment, please enjoy the remainder of your pleasant flight.)

A trip’s memories are like one roll of a cassette tape.

The A-side is full of wonder, while the B-side… it may record all the unavoidable, painful things, but that isn’t to say only one side exists.

…The beauty of travel is not without its downsides.

Announcer <(We will shortly start our descent to Tokyo Metropolis Airport.)

Kaede: …Been a while since we could see each other, right, Kafka.

Man seated in the other chair: That’s a tape recorder, no… Isn’t that something from over half a century ago? 

Kaede: Ah, yes, it’s a cassette tape.

Kaede: From the latter half of the 20th century… They used them up until around the 90’s.

Man seated in the other chair: They’re back in fashion lately, aren’t they. Ret, if I’m not mistaken… That's a buzzword in itself, too. You’re a fan of these?

Kaede: Not so much other ret stuff… I just like cassettes. 

???  <(Hey… don’t you dare…me out of all people…!)

???  <(I’m… in the mood for… tedious… oh-so grand exit.)

??? <(Whaa-!? I should… saying that!)

Kaede: (What’s with the commotion… a fight?)

Man seated in the other chair: My, my… lively, isn’t it.

Man seated in the other chair: I have to say, somehow I was able to have a pleasant flight sitting next to you. My thanks, fieu. Have an ounce of gratitude.

Kaede: Oh, no need to… the same goes for me!

Kuguri: So, Returning to JPN?

Kaede: Yes, I’m going back to my hometown. To HAMA-18.

next chapter>>

prologue directory: A01 (x) / A02 / A03 / A04 / A05 / A06 / A07 / A08

[knichii]

OK. does anyone else feel irritated that eng dub seems to be favoured in mha? in edits, in fics, it's clear most people watched dub and idk it's been rlly grinding my gears.

okay, to get this out the way, I don't like mha's eng dub. I don't like any of them. half don't fit their characters, 75% of the time the tone lands forced and awkward, and its literally just unbearable for me to watch I'm sorry. I have this issue with a lot of anime and cartoons so this isn't solely a my hero problem, but this is definitely the most severely I've disliked a dub. and yet I cannot escape it.

one of my biggest issues is the nuance that's lost in translation. anyone with any familiarity with the Japanese language will know what I mean. list of examples:

HONORIFICS

1. iida refers to class 1-A with '-kun'

2. yaoyorozu refers to class 1-A with '-san'

3. asui refers to class 1-A with '-chan'

3. deku with '-kun' (m) & '-san' (f)

that says SO MUCH about their characters, how they view their relationships, how they view themselves,, but in dub?? all of that's lost. ESP the significance of deku still calling bkg 'kacchan'. [simplified, '-chan' is used for cute/endearing things. it stemmed from children mispronouncing '-san', and became a childish, cutesy way of calling someone, usually someone you're VERY familiar with. it implies a shocking ammount of intimacy] thru years of bullying, all the rocks and straight up non existent road of their relationship, deku STILL calls him 'kacchan', the ONLY one allowed to do so ("but kaminari--" NEENAWNEENAWNEENAW).

in eng dub it gets reduced to a mere nickname, lacking all of its weight.

another thing is bakugou sub vs dub (...)

URGGGGGGHHHH

the most recent example is when bkg says "of course you pulled it off, Icyhot." (I forgot the context tho) in sub, he says "of course you pulled it off, TODOROKI".

THATS SUCH A NICHE, SUBTLE WAY OF SHOWING HIS DEVELOPMENT THATS TOSSED STRAIGHT OUT THE WINDOW. translation (manga) also has him calling his seniors 'senpai' which is... not what he says in sub????? 'senpai' indicates respect for someone your senior,,,, which. bkg would never show. (or only in EXTREMELY rare cases, MAYBE)

there's also my peeve abt names. this may be an only me issue, but I don't like it when japanese names are written in western format (e.g Izuku Midoriya)... ("this guy cannot be fr rn" unfortunately yes I am). I don't have a reason for this, and I'm aware it's niche and irrational, but I always cringe a little when I'm reading a fic, that's SET IN JAPAN, and their names are written Given Name, Family Name. emphasis on SET IN JAPAN. THEY ARE JAPANESE. THEY ARE NOT AMERICAN.

bkg's hero name. his og one which was translated to King Explosion Murder, losing all of the wit and cleverness in the jp original. this post goes into more detail and is very cool check it out

slightly irrelevant but bkg's jp va, Okamoto Nobuhiko, like. wow. the bkdk fight? the voice cracks? the ANGUISH?? the softness in his voice when bkg was abt to die (the hallucination w all might) ??? like,, wow. the emotion is so much more raw than it's conveyed in eng

I've gotten off point. point is I WISH MORE PEOPLE APPRECIATED AND WATCHED IN JP SUB. IM SCREAMING INTO THE VOID AND MY OWN VOICE IS ECHOING BACK I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE.

(note: jjk was my first anime fandom so I'm probably spoiled. over there, sub seems to be favoured, barring a few iconic lines [ray chase lwk served as sukuna in the shibuya arc] and the fics, like 70% of the ones I read, used japanese honorifics and culture. in comparison, mha was a bit of a shock. the side of the fandom I washed up on is so... American??? maybe I'm in the wrong place idk. everything's just extremely white and slightly uncomfortable.)

this was a bit of a vent post,, obviously ik people are entitled to opinions (even if they're wrong), I js wanted tk if anyone else felt the same way

reading this back, I'm aware of how chronically online I am. yeah. still tho

[periwinkla]

AAI 1-3 dialogue comparison

Disclaimer : I only studied Japanese for a little while. AA dialogue is pretty simple though. Also English isn't my native language either. Feel free to correct me on anything wrong here. Also note that I'm not trying to make the translations sound natural, I'm mostly trying to explain what the words are saying, sometimes I'll be more literal than others. Translation =/= localization. Paups そうね。ヒメコったら‥‥テヘッ☆ Sou ne. Himekotara... tehe☆ I suppose… If they were me, then… blush

Edgeworth キミはヒカルくんの ガールフレンドだと聞いているが。 Kimi wa Hikaru-kun no gaarufurendo da to kiite iru ga. I believe you said that you are Lance's girlfriend when we first met, correct?

Paups ええ。そうですけど‥‥。あの！ けっして恋人同士ってワケじゃ！ Ee. Sou desu kedo... Ano! Kesshite koibito doushi tte wake ja! Yes, I am, but… Oh! It's not like we both think of each other as lovers! でも、この指輪のブレゼントは、 ただのトモダチじゃないから‥‥？ Demo, kono yubiwa no purezento wa, tada no tomodachi ja nai kara...? But he DID give me this ring, so I guess we're not just "friends" either…?

だって、これ！ ただの指輪じゃないの！ Datte, kore! Tada no yubiwa ja nai no! I mean, because! This isn't just any ordinary ring!

なめるとアマいんです！ ああ！　なんてステキなの！ Nameru to amain desu! Aa! Nante suteki na no! It tastes so sweet when you lick it! Ah! It's so wonderful!

Edgeworth （それは、宝石ではなく 　キャンディーなのでは？） (Sore wa, houseki dewa naku kyandii na no dewa?) (You mean to tell me that he gave you a lollypop ring…?) That, that is not a jewel it's candy isn't it?

Kay 片思いなのか恋人同士なのか、 設定がハッキリしませんねー。 Kataomoi na no ka koibito doushi na no ka, settei ga hakkiri shimasen nee. So which is it!? Have you guys not decided if you're going out, or is it just one-sided?

Lit: Unrequired love, lovers, you haven't made an establishment clearly uh. Comprehensible: (whether it's) Unrequired love, (or whether you're) lovers, you haven't established it clearly uh. Edgeworth 設定‥‥？ Settei...? "Decided"…? Shouldn't the parties involved naturally just know…? Established...? (lt: Establishment...?) A lot is added in the ENG. Quite honestly, the first time I experienced this dialogue (in English), I didn't think much of it. I saw it as Edgeworth thinking something like 'How in tarnation don't you know whether you're together ot not?' Shouldn't you know?' That was my own reaction in the first place. I thought it was saying more about Paups' lovesick character than anything else. But the JP with its brevity made me question if that was the original meaning. He sounds confused. Still, I'm not quite sure. I would say in general though, it makes sense that in his mind, you don't have to actually communicate by talking about your feelings. He is pretty bad at it in the first place... communicating what he feels, I mean. He tends to talk around things, he's a bit roundabout. He tries to say 'thank you' to express his gratefulness, doesn't really work, and is far more successful at showing appreciation when he says stuff like 'A man appeared and stood fast against that selfish me' (ending of 2-4), such a thing just works better for him. He's stating the facts, but not his feelings themselves. That man appeared and stood fast -> it's a simple fact. He doesn't say anything about how that made him feel. When he tries, he feels awkward, foolish. Something that doesn't suit him.

Paups お父さんが、天野河さんの 会社で働いていたから‥‥ Otousan ga, Amanogawa-san no kaisha de hatte ita kara... My father used to work for Mr. Amano.

ヒカルくんとは、幼なじみなんです。 ‥‥キャッ！　言っちゃった！ Hikaru-kun to wa, osananajimi nan desu. ...Kyaa! Icchatta! And so, Lance and I grew up together. …gasp! I said it out loud! Lance and I, we were childhood friends. ....Ahhh! I said it! Note that 'osananajimi', 'childhood friends', is the term used for Edgeworth and Phoenix's relationship in the JP version.

Edgeworth （そんなに、 　恥ずかしがることだろうか？） (Sonna ni, hazukashigaru koto darou ka?) (I don't see how that's anything to be embarrassed about…) Such a thing, is it something to be embarassed about? 'Darou ka' can be translated in many ways. 'I wonder if...' 'is it so', for example. Basically it expresses something akin to uncertainty. EDIT - a correction: 'sonna ni' actually means 'like that, to that extent, so much, to that point, to such a degree' So it can be translated in many ways: (To that point), is it something to be (so) embarassed about? Is it something to be embarassed about to that extent? Is it something to be so embarassed about? This last part is the most hilarious to me. He doesn't think it's something someone should be embarassed about, but he's also kind of uncertain. 'Wait, is it? Is it though? Am I missing something?' Kinda seems like Edgeworth is very confused. 'Should you be embarassed for such a thing? Is it supposed to be embarassing? I wonder if it's an embarassing thing?' And the maybe inner : 'Should I be embarassed about such a thing?' It's probably insignificant beyond showing Edgeworth's apparent obliviousness to other people's feelings and general misunderstanding of how some people perceive and experience romantic relationships, but it did earn a chuckle from me. So I thought I'd share.

[firgri]

G/N! reader × Male!Yandere!Monster(?)

Synopsis: you went with your friends to a building that at first glance doesn’t look anything terrible, but inside something much worse awaits you.

TW: attempt at horror (unsuccessful), mention of blood, slight yandere(?)

(I'm sorry, but English is not my native language, so I used a translator! Rus->eng)

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You were walking down a dark corridor, holding a flashlight in your hands, trying to make less noise. "Come on, everything's going to be fine for sure, don't be afraid!" is all your friends told you when they entered this abandoned building. Of course you were afraid! From the outside, the building does not look at its best, so in the past it was a school or even a hospital, which means that there will be a lot of rooms and corridors.

It's good that the net was caught here, which is why you could break up with your friends and go to other floors, and who to the basement. Of course you didn't want to go alone! And especially in the basement! This darkness begins to put a lot of pressure on you, which is why you have shrunk into yourself a little more. It's good that you dressed warmly, as if you knew that you would have to go to a cold basement infested with spiders and rats. Perhaps that's why you were sent here, because you didn't want to face all this. What a horror! Why are you friends with them at all?..... That's right, because you didn't have any friends at university because you moved to another city, and you didn't want to spend all your academic years alone either. After thinking for a couple of minutes, you didn't even notice a figure sitting with his back to you in the distance. When you stopped, you looked closer and saw the outline of a human figure. "Why do I always have all these troubles! It's better to leave, otherwise you never know, maybe it's some kind of drug addict." - with these thoughts, you began to walk back, trying to make less noise. After walking some distance, you began to hear someone following you, while trying not to make noise. Sweat began to accumulate on your neck, and your heart began to beat even harder. You didn't know anything better than to start running, but a strong hand grabbed you by the collar and pulled you towards it, gagging you at the same time.

  - God, be quiet, - said a hoarse voice right in your ear, which is why you began to rush harder in his grip, shouting right into his hand, - Well, really, you'll scare everyone off right now, but I don't need that. - realizing that you do not intend to put up with this, he added, - don't worry, sun, everything will definitely be fine, I won't kill you, I promise~,- he purred, putting his head right on your neck.

  - Listen, let's do this: I let you go, but you don't scream and listen to me. Is it okay?...It's just that if you start screaming, the creatures living here can hear us and come here. - he said and fell silent, as if he expected at least some confirmation from you. When he saw your slight nod, he praised you and let you go. Moving away from him at a decent distance, you picked up a flashlight that had fallen to the floor and pointed it directly at him. He was dressed as if the cold had no effect on him: jeans and a T-shirt - while looking as if he had just left the house. That is, clean, there is no dirt on his clothes or body. Realizing that he was still looking at you, while closing his eyes, you let go of the flashlight to the floor.

  - God, you finally took it away, otherwise shining directly into someone's eyes is very bad, - he said, starting to look directly at you, - Yes, I wanted to say that it was better not to come here or even go up to the floors of yours. Well, those who do it won't be lucky, huh," he grinned as if he had told the funniest joke.

  - Hmm~ don't worry, these creatures don't come here, because it's cold here, and they don't like cold, - he said, starting to rummage in his pockets.

  - You keep talking about some creatures...What are you talking about? - You asked him.

  - Hmm? Oh, you don't know? What a horror, well, you're really lucky if you're here and not there, between the floors. - He answered you, lighting a cigarette at the same time, - Oh, I didn't know he had them. - He said softly. You started sweating terribly, looking at him, then at the corridor from which you came out.

- Well, okay, I think I'll go find my friends....This, good luck with what you did before, - you said, walking back, while looking at him (so that he would not do anything superfluous!)

  - Oh. I don't think you should go there now, because they walk there, - he said, shifting his weight to the other leg.

  - Who are they? - you already said with irritation, because he still did not say who he was talking about at all.

  - Hmm, monsters, - that's all he said, and he started looking at you again. You looked at him as if he had grown a second head and laughed. You've stumbled upon a drug addict! Congratulations.

  - R-right, you're right. You're right, they're still there, how could I forget about it, huh. Don't worry, I can handle them, if anything, so I'll really go, - with these words, you ran down the corridor, holding the flashlight exactly so that you could see.

- Hm, she/he/they really don't know anything about this place, - with these words, he followed you, while puffing on a cigarette.

You ran as if your whole life depended on it. Out of breath, you stopped and began to breathe deeply. When you heard a scream from the floor above, you climbed the stairs and saw something you never expected to see. Your one of your "friends" was dead right in front of you, and his balls were spread all over the floor. You put your hand to your mouth, trying to stifle a scream.

Suddenly, someone started running right above you, while starting to scream. It seems that it was one of your "friends". Suddenly there was a lull, and you began to hear someone coming down the stairs with a quiet step. Turning your head there and dedicating it with a flashlight, you began to see what "that addict" was talking about. The creature was coming right down the stairs, starting to look right at you. Suddenly it winked and went back up to the floor above. You turned back and saw him again.

  - Well, well, I told you it's better not to come up here, - he said, starting to walk right up to you. You started to walk away and accidentally stumbled, landing right on the ground. - Adore, why are you so scared? I won't do anything to you, sun~ - he purred, coming up to you at a decent distance from you. - So timid, are you scared of me? Oh, I wouldn't want that, honey, - he continued, while starting to stroke your head. Coming a little closer to you, he began to take you in his arms in a "wedding style". - You're so cute. Did you know that? - after these words, he began to descend back into the basement, which is why you began to rush in his arms, screaming for help.

  - Hmm, I think it's your fault that you went to this building, but it's great for me, because we're going to have a lot of fun. ♡

He's right, you shouldn't have followed your "friends" here at all.

[minggukieology]

Hii, hope you're doing good!

There's quite confusion about a little thing as some are saying that some things are mistranslated but others going it's correct so it'll be helpful if you can translate this clip 😅

https://twitter.com/Jimin95themoon1/status/1624589256151732225?t=e6VHIt5Muec5n6j8HXbqKw&s=19

It's this one...

Hi, thanks for your message.

As always chronically online losers are creating something out of a normal interaction, I would assume trying somehow to use this translation of a 3 second clip as some kind of 'proof' that Jungkook was in some way 'opposing' the members coming in and commenting(??) while completely ignoring the rest of the interactions and even the footage where Jungkook is in no way using an angry tone to complain or show disagreement... How predictable 🥱 Though I wish to stay out of Twitter bs drama, I'll comment on this in the following way:

To start here is a longer clip:

Let's first of all take the whole situation into context and not only 3 seconds out of around a 2 min long conversation. Jungkook turns on the live, sees Jimin's comments and relays Jimin's appearance to the trainer. He invites Jimin over and explains to the trainer how the comments from the members appear. The trainer extends his invitation to Jimin and then Jungkook just keeps reading more comments while Hobi's subsequent comments appear. So then the subject of the convo changes to Hobi and Jungkook says:

Hoseokie hyung came too. (호석이 형도 왔다.)

*turns to the trainer* J-hope hyung came too. (제이홉 형도 왔어요!)

*turns back to the camera* Why.. why are (you) coming? Are (your) notifications popping up? (왜.. 왜 오는거야? 이게 알림이 뜨나?)

Here we arrive at the typical issue arising from Kor-Eng translations meaning it falls upon the translator to add pronouns to the sentence according to the context as Korean sentences do not rely on their use.

The sentence on its own only contains 왜 - why and 오는거야 - coming so as a translator you have "why ..... coming?" and the rest is self-assumed.

Now looking at the original translation of that account, they self inserted *they all* into the English translations, which heavily relies on being 100% sure from the context that he is addressing multiple people, therefore to avoid any misconceptions typically it is safer and more logical to use you.

*later edit: And moreover it is clear he is directly speaking to the member(s) when he looks back on the screen, even judging from the casual language, so the usage of 'they all' here in the translation is really not accurate.

And then the debate turns to how you perceive the situation and what is more logical. Was he addressing Jimin and Hobi at the same time? The original translator claims yes, from my perspective though and when being in such a situation where you have 1 sec to understand and react when talking to someone, the shortest and most logical answer is he is addressing the last subject of the conversation, which was Hobi. At that point he already acknowledged Jimin's presence in the comments and communicated with him, it would appear very weird if all of a sudden he turned and asked why is it that both Jimin and Hobi came.

This point is something that could be debated from the translator's point of view and could have multiple approaches. Overall, though I find it less likely, I don't find anything bad about Jungkook wondering how the members knew he was live, whether they got the notification. His tone and the overall context does not indicate ANY NEGATIVE CONNOTATION and this is purely a discourse inspired by malice.

Hope I explained it in a way that is understandable. Thank you for your question once again 😊

[chasseusedetoiles]

I've never had the opportunity to read Harveston back in the jp server, nor when it run for the first time in the eng one. So this is my first time reading this event, but not the first time I encounter this mistranslation of Vil appearing "racist" towards Epel because of how he speaks. Can I say I'm tired of Vil being treated as a racist character? In the JP version, he simply ask Epel to not use its dialect or none in the school would understand him since dialects are basically other languages. The other thing Vil asks him is to not speak in a rude manner. I know speech patterns are a thing in Japan but so it is in other countries (yes, with differences of course but still!) You can still tell if someone is being rude/unpolite/unelegant not by his tone of voice, but from the words he uses. So honestly I don't get this mistranslation thing, and it's getting annoying every time.

[taiyaki-translations]

Intelligence - Epilogue 1

Season: Spring Characters: Jun, Shu, Izumi, Kaoru, Yuzuru, Kanata, Mao, Kuro, Nagisa, Wataru, Leo Translator: taiyaki-translations ENG Proofreader:  verdantcrimson (Yuzuru, Kuro), sunnyskiestls (Kanata), raspberrytls (Shu)

<On the day of the performance>

“In the darkness of the infinitely expanding universe, there exists a brilliant, blue planet shining in its midst - Earth.”

“Life originated on that blue planet, and humans, the end result of many miracles and mysteries, reign as the rulers of that planet.”

“Having built a great civilization, mankind’s progress continues on, unhindered.”

“Eventually, their control will extend beyond their blue planet, towards the solar system… and maybe even to other parts of the galaxy.”

“But that is only if they are allowed to continue to flourish—”

Mendako alien: “...Men ♪”

Mendako alien: “...Menmen☆”

“Those ignorant humans haven’t realized yet— there are other life forms besides them in the universe.”

“There is a civilization whose progress far exceeds anything that humans have built.”

“And most importantly, they are already trying to crush this blue planet that’s within their evil grasp—”

Mendako alien: “...Men!”

Kanata: Wow, the “Mendako aliens” have a very “active role”~♪

Mao: No, no, the play’s just started. Though, that’s a pretty grand introduction.

Kuro: Yeah, for sure. It’s strangely surreal seein’ them all lined up like that, though. Kinda makes it feel low stakes…

Jun: Haha, I agree. They’re supposed to be terrifying aliens that came to invade earth, but they’re oddly cute, aren’t they?

Izumi: Hey you, watch more quietly. But it’s not like I don’t get it… There’s a lot to comment on.

Kaoru: Woah, it’s rare for Senacchi to hesitate like that. Well, the play seems to be some kind of comedy, so it’s probably fine to make a bit of noise.

Shu: Non! Do not make a ruckus. If you are going to come to the theater, practice proper theater etiquette.

Yuzuru: Fufu. The play’s just begun, so let’s look closely at the story of those Mendako aliens that caused such a fuss at the dorms.

<A few hours later>

Mao: Wow, that was amazing~ Don’t you agree, Kiryu-senpai?

Kuro: Yeah, I was wonderin’ what was gonna happen at first, but I never expected it’d have such excitin’ development.

Mao: Right? It turned out that the enemies weren’t the Mendako aliens after all, but another species of alien from a different planet.

That scene where the Mendako aliens and Earth’s defenders joined hands, despite the language barrier, was very moving.

Izumi: Hmph. The contents of the play are still ridiculous, though.

Well, I could see that idiot was having fun with it. Doesn’t he keep in regular mysterious communication with the universe?

Shu: Hm, I participated in the play this time by making the costumes, and I still don’t know how they so often manage to perform so intricately while wearing them.

Izumi: Oh, it’s rare to see you giving honest praise.

Shu: I am always fair in my evaluations. It would be more regrettable if my evaluations were not properly understood due to strange misinterpretations of them.

However, when the acting is this well done, you’d naturally find your attention drawn to the costumes, after all.

Mao: Are you talking about those mendako costumes?

Shu: Yes, I was short on time and had no choice but to settle on making exact duplicates of the original.

As the one in charge of the costumes, I wish I had the opportunity to craft a more original alien design.

Kuro: …Haha, I see. As expected of Icchan ♪

Kanata: How about you, Jun? Did you find the “play” interesting?

Jun: I did. Like Isara-san said earlier, the play was very moving. Theater performances have an image of being kinda stuffy, but this one was inspiring and funny. It felt more like I was watching a movie.

Kanata: Fufu, I’m happy to hear that…~ I’m also very happy that my “Mendako aliens” got their big role~♪

Jun: By the way, do you know why martians have an octopus motif, Shinkai-senpai?

Kanata: No, why is that? Is it because the “sea” is the “mother” to all things?

Jun: I was actually wondering about it too, so I asked Nagi-senpai. Seems like it originally came from an old sci-fi novel. (1)

In it, octopus-like martians invaded the earth, and that image of ‘em got popular as it became more widespread.

Apparently, that sci-fi writer also drew a picture of these octopus-like martians ‘cause an astronomer said that martians are grotesque looking.

Octopi and mollusks also have that kind of reputation, y’know~

Kanata: Their “appearance” might be scary, but “cephalopods” are very smart, and full of “curiosity”...~

Maybe it’s because these “martians” looked like “octopi” that they were “curious” enough to come all the way to “earth”... ♪

Jun: Ah~, that’s an interesting way to look at it~! Like something outta a dream.

Kaoru: Yup yup. I think I prefer Kanata-kun’s theory since it sounds cuter than the grotesque one.

Kanata: …Not everyone knows how smart “octopi” are, you see?

That’s why, as the “manager” of the aquarium, I have to “promote” the intelligence of “octopi” more ♪

Kaoru: Ooh, then have you decided on what the next event at the aquarium will be? I hope lots of customers stop by.

…Now that I think about it, I completely forgot that this whole thing started with Fushimi-kun wanting to learn about management, huh?

Yuzuru: Fufu, that’s correct. So much has occurred since then, I had also completely forgotten.

Kaoru: You were planning to talk with Kanata-kun about it too, but it looks like he’ll be busy after this…

Yuzuru: Kaoru-sama, will you be available after? If you could spare a moment of your time, I would like to talk to you.

Kaoru: Eh, me? I’m fine with time…

Yuzuru: Then, if you would be so kind, I would very much appreciate it if you taught me your management theory.

Kaoru: Ahaha, it’s not so grand that I’d call it management theory.

Got it. Then, shall we talk over tea at a café somewhere? ♪

Translation Notes: 1. Most likely referring to the book War of the Worlds by HG Wells

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[fosteraudios]

Hey its me again !! I was thinking whether to ask this question or not becuz idk if this is a stupid one .

So my question is when u start a story ,how do you keep it going ? I mean how do you carry a story while keeping the curiosity and the interest of the audience?? Do you think alot about how u write the next part of the story/ what to do next or do u write whatever comes to your mind without thinking too much ? Are there any times when uare stressed when u writing stories? ( i hope u understand what im trying to ask .eng isnt my 1st language so im sorry if my question isnt clear)

Heya! Don't worry, I get what you mean!

When it comes to writing, there are several things about story structure that date back all the way when humans first started communicating. Generally, we use three parts: beginning, middle, end.

Everything in life has a beginning, middle and end. Even this sentence I'm typing out right now!

If we zoom in a bit, each of those three parts of a story have their own unique characteristics. The beginning of a story sets up the situation, the characters, the stakes. The middle sees all those puzzle pieces being clicked into place, and the end shows the complete picture after the puzzle is made.

Each of those three acts also has their own 'sub-plots' that are in basically every story: things go wrong. people doubt themselves. conflict. So, in essence, every story ever told in human history can be put back into the same mould and same structure.

That's why, once you start to know the tricks of storytelling, it gets so much easier. Once you know which puzzle pieces to use, you can make any picture you want! So for me, as someone who's been writing for more than half of my life, and have been doing it professionally for almost 6 years, it's a second nature.

I very much trust the process in my own brain, because all the building blocks are so ingrained in me that it comes easy, and I don't have to think about anything. I can just put pen to paper and write whatever I want, and (down the line, with editing obviously) it'll make sense.

Stressed out - yes, but only when it's professional work. Things that have a deadline and that force me to be creative under immense pressure (like an entire crew of 20+ people waiting on set until I've rewritten an entire scene because something got messed up and I have to fix it).

Hope that answered your question a bit!

[6ad6ro]

ok. i finally finished final fantasy vii rebirth. and i wanna talk about it. i guess you could call this my "review". this post will be vague and spoiler-free unless you click on the "read more".

i do love this game, but it's an absolute mixed bag: story: 10/10 combat mechanics: 9/10 music: 9/10 art direction: 10/10 voice acting (jp): 10/10 open world (non-quest stuff): 4/10 sidequests: 6/10 minigames: 3/10 pacing: 1/10 does this game have flaws? yes. is it as good as the og ff7? no. but is it worth playing? absolutely. i almost feel like this game needs a "cheat sheet" in order to know what parts to play and what parts to avoid. but the good parts (mostly the linear main story stuff) is SO gd good that it's still a must-play game. ok but now i'm gonna go into details (and spoilers) under the rm cut.

so i'll go over some of my scores. firstly, the story is the main reason to play this. they def fuck around a lot, maybe they bait and switch a bit too often, but in the end it makes for a very compelling (or at least interesting) narrative. at first, i was REALLY worried that this game was gonna turn into just some "fan pandering nightmare". and it felt like it was "ff7 without it's claws". esp when everybody was dancing like pop stars and aerith and tifa kept high fiving. but... it def got into that good ff7 trauma we know and love later on. and respect to them for following through with killing aerith. yes, they did what i sorta expected. they teased tifa dying instead, teased aerith NOT dying, and then killed aerith anyway. they EASILY could have left her alive, but they didn't. they kept in the loss angle, which imo is what makes ff7 "ff7". i kinda LOVE that now you have a batshit cloud "seeing" aerith's ghost like it's star wars. and everyone else seems almost... afraid of him. and rightfully so. also i LOVED the zack stuff, even though it was absolutely confusing. i like that they're hinting at zack somehow breaking through his reality into the rm universe. i also like the tease that... idk... will there be another "party" involving zack, kyrie, biggs (if he's still alive or not)? regardless, a great story!

the combat feels mostly improved over rm. the gameplay is fantastic with very few flaws. difficulty is way more balanced than rm, with easy feeling a bit harder and normal feeling less unfair. the only times i felt frustrated by the gameplay was when they laid the "stone" status effect on too thick in parts bc it felt cheap. is it as good as the og combat? no. it still def has the unfun "you desperately need to heal but don't have a charge and the enemy is immune to everything so you just die" thing. but credit where its due, the "free item a few times per battle" materia fixes a lotta those issues.

the music is incredible. the remakes of old songs generally kick ass. some of the new music was pretty good, too. though it gets a point off because a lot of the open world stuff music felt... generic? this is just a situation where the og game's music is TOO GOOD, so the new music will always be fighting this sort of uphill battle.

the art was perfect. just the shading alone... like jesus this game is absolutely beautiful. i took so many goddamn screenshots in game, and they'd often end up looking like key renders, even tho it'd just be a random ss i could take at any angle. this game went above and beyond all expectations.

the voice acting... there was SO MUCH and it was all SO GOOD. tho i did switch to jp voices. bc... in this sorta storytelling, eng just sounds like "drama club"? idk there's a reason the language of origin cast is usually better and that's just how it is. it was perfect.

ok now we're gonna get into some of my issues, starting with the open world. it's not ENTIRELY awful? some was genuinely fun and exciting. but the majority was busywork. like it's so weird when the mainline stuff was so good that this would feel like a shitty ubisoft game. and chadley... fuck that dude. worst character in the series. but for SOME gd reason he ends up talking to you nonstop! i hit the point where i'd wince any time i heard his "radio" turn on. he took an already mediocre open world and made it way worse. fuckin chudly.

the sidequests that weren't just repeated busywork were usually neat. tho some were bad, and others withstood their welcome. the cutscenes/dialogue were usually fun or genuinely great, but they too often came at the cost of wasting your time. they often had shit rewards. and they often incorporated the shittiest "minigames" ever (i'll go into this more in a minute). example: you gotta find ingredients for a character who is learning to cook. but it isn't just going out to find them in the world. no no no. you gotta follow a dog (ftr i love the song) as they slowly meander through a jungle, running into every mob they see. and when you finally get to where the "salt" is, there's a dumb scavenger hunt minigame where you need to find only the 5(?) salt piles that look like the photo. THEN you gotta get on your chocobo and look for mushrooms in a confusing, puzzle-like terrain. which also involves a smelling/follow the direction minigame, which always leads you into mobs. and once you get to each mushroom? there's this STUPID picking minigame. after all that, what reward do you get? an accessory that functions like maybe the worst materia in the game, but also takes up the accessory slot, making it even more unusable. FUCK this game sometimes, lol.

speakin of "fuck this game", the minigames. the 200 minigames (exaggeration, but it really feels like that many). some are genuinely incredible, like the piano minigame? which might be one of my favorite minigames of all time, it's legit THAT good. or "red xiii rocket league". but for every good minigame, there was a mediocre one. and then a terrible one. or one that gets WAY too hard in higher difficulties, like the mog game which starts fun but ends up dogshit and unplayable a few levels in. even tho the good and passable minigames are the majority, the bad minigames? they're maybe some of the worst minigames i've ever played in my goddamn life. like, by design, they're almost anti-fun. i genuinely believe some of the people in charge of the bad minigames should be blackballed from the industry. it's bewildering.

and finally that brings us to the pacing. if you play the game the way they seemingly expect you to play, getting to each new area and sidequesting a bit before continuing on with the story? then you'll spend five hours of mediocre/bad sidequest for each hour of good story. that's even worst if you're a "completionist" at all, you can triple or quadruple that number. we all loved remake because it "expanded the midgar section". we were all hoping they'd do the same with the og open world. the very idea of "big open world, but so much bigger" seemed incredible. but they certainly gave it to us! like they gave us exactly what we said we wanted, lol. when i first started playing rb, i was mostly completing each area. by the second or third area, i was more than 50 hours in. "burnout" is a gross understatement. all the mediocre sidequests combined with the sometimes unplayable minigames ALSO COMBINED with fuckin chudly? and i actually started to hate this game. it made me miserable. i'd get to a new area and just roll my eyes. i'd see a new minigame tutorial pop up and i'd mash "cancel". but wouldn't you know it, once i started skipping most minigames/sidequests? i started havin a ton of fun. turns out this pacing issue can be mitigated a lot. straight up you can ignore most of the open world, and i would actually strongly recommend it. if you DO wanna sidequest a bit between story, i'd say put on a podcast, set the difficulty to easy, and turn the voices down (bc chudly). and don't do everything. oh no. just do enough to unlock the chocobo, to buy the best materia chudly has from that area, and maybe get the summoning. even THAT is probably too much. bc near the end of the game, you get the opportunity to go back and finish a bunch of the stuff you missed the first time. and i actually enjoyed a lotta that stuff then! it was almost like a period of rest and relaxation before the end story stuff.

there are ways, intentional or not, to make this game feel even BETTER than remake. when you skip most of the side stuff, it's paced incredibly well. so it's hard to say it's a bad game. it's actually a really GOOD game with "too much side content". if you treat the open world stuff as just like, a living, detailed world you glance at as you zoom by? it's actually really cool that it's there. i have a couple more pros/cons that i wanna mention, but i don't know where else to put em. like the end fights. thematically, i adored em. in execution, it went on for way way WAY too long. it was like a 15 (yes FIFTEEN) phase fight. on normal, i swear it felt like it took close to two hours, full of unskippable cutscenes and only like one checkpoint. it also takes away al of your team composition too, consistently forcing you to use characters you don't wanna use in the hardest fights in the game. first time, i got through to the very last sliver of final sephiroth's health, only for him to cast some dogshit unblockable "everyone is at 1hp" move at the end. it was ok bc "i'd prepared for this". so i instantly had one character use a gigapotion on the other, who i switched to so they could dodge just to be extra safe. the potion... missed? how? and then before i had a chance to use another, he killed the remaining character. bad game. shit game. but whatever, i hit retry. and i couldn't believe it. it sent me back 7 phases. i was livid. it had sucked the air outta the room. so i said fuck it and restarted the whole fight from the start on easy, because i can't tolerate that kind of scumbag game design that wastes a player's time. and wouldn't you know it, turns out i'd been at the very end of the fight when i died. if the potion had gone off like it shoulda, i would have won, no question. ironically even on easy, that trash situation happened again, but the potion actually went off this time, that was the only difference. but yeah. fuck that fight. it was cooler thematically than the final fight in rm, but it was three times as long, and three times more unfair. fuck whoever designed this fight, they too should be blackballed from the industry, lol.

the last thing i wanna talk about is queens blood. bc my feelings on it are sorta all over. so it starts out kinda boring, like as basic as ff8 triple triad, but wayyy less fun. and you're very limited in who you can play and what cards you can add to your deck. the ai seemingly "cheats", but it's so "linear" that you can win anyhow. and they musta known they'd lose most players, so they legit give you the ability to "flip the game board" at any point in the match and start over with zero punishment. they knew the game wasn't rly fair by design. but it's still good they had the easy retry feature, or they woulda lost me too. the qb experience sorta continues this way until you get to the latter junon area, where suddenly you run into... idk what to call it. intense difficulty spikes? like this dickwad who's playin a rockabilly guitar. FUCK that dude's deck and FUCK his ai. almost single-handedly got me to drop qb altogether. i was absolutely done, had decided qb was just a poorly designed game. thankfully, right after junon they have this big tournament on the boat to costa del sol and it's really fun. you suddenly are getting cards that have actual strategy. and suddenly qb opens up. there was a slight misstep after the boat where they make you play these stupid "puzzle" versions of qb, but you can look up guides and, even if they aren't fun, they help teach you about the game. anyways, i cautiously started playin more matches in later areas (skippin fights that seemed too lame), and before i knew it, i'd kinda fallen in love w the game. it also helped that they started incorporating this fun n bizarre story, too. so idk. i'd say play qb the same way you play the side content, skip a lot of it until you get to the end game? and then go back with cards you bought or won and finish the ones u missed. it's so weird that so much of this game works this way. and i could see someone arguing that "it's just a bad game". because when most games hand you content, even side content, most players expect they should at least give the content a fair shot. it really is kinda poorly executed. but! there are so any ways to mitigate the bad and focus on the good. knowing what i know now, i like this game even more than remake (which i really REALLY love). rebirth was fuckin great. and thank fuck i didn't get spoiled, tho i never wanna hafta try n rush through a 100+ hour open world ever again. i'm really excited for part three, just hopin i can remember to skip over a lotta the optional stuff. also hoping i won't have to buy a fuckin ps6 or whatever just to play it.