#anything for you my dearest

[non-daily-kozaki-karin]

Not sure if I'm allowed to post this one but this is basically what it's like to be the owner of this blog

[lunarharp]

more phoenix wright situations

[twinleafsystem]

"hey man whats going on in this" yeah.

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 764: Dearest wish

Pag 1

1: The one thing the third year Onoda Sakamichi desires is....?

Pag 2

3: His dearest wish!!

4: Right!!

Pag 3

1: That's definitely Onoda's dearest wish

Pag 4

2: Do your beest

They're so fast!

They move the wind

The jerseys are so brightly colored

3: No no no no

4: That- that's not it

That's not-

Is Sohoku arguing over something!?

Pag 5

1: That- that was just the spur of the moment

I ended up just saying anything

2: That's not my dearest wish at all....

So- uhm

3: Please forget about it, everyone!!

4: No way!!

Yeah

Teh!!

Yep

Yeah

Pag 6

1: That must be our goal this year!! Our third victory in a row!!

Pag 7

1: Yessir!!

On!!

Yeah!!

2: The three day long stage is harsh and long, that's why everyone's strengths will be necessary!!

Yessir!!

3: If we can all unite our strengths and support each other as one...

4: The I'll be able to win brilliantly!! Yeah!!

Just like I did during the prefectural qualification!!

Ohhhh

Tch

Pag 8

1: I'll sprint desperately, Hotshot-san will accompany me, and I'll do a grand finishing dash, just like that day!!

Okay!! You've been saying it over and over again!!

2: You're really a guy who clings to the glory of the past

The prefectural qualification is connected to the Inter High, it's not in the past!!

You're the type of guy I hate the most when you get carried away

Naruko-san was amazing, teh!!

That day, yeah!!

Naruko-san!!

3: Sto-stop iit, you were both amazing that day

4: Come oon... we're in the middle of an important meeting

6: Now that I think about it

Onoda-san's....

7: This is all

Pag 9

1: Can I say one last thing?

2: I also think our goal must be a third consecutive victory

3: There's just one thing I'm curious about we still haven't asked

Onoda-san

5: What's your goal this year?

What are you running in the Inter High for?

6: When I asked you this last year during the first years' race

Pag 10

1: I want to report it

2: You said you wanted to report the victory to your senpai

3: And you

4: Accomplished that

5: Honestly, when I first heard that I thought “what is he talking about, that's such a small goal”

But that day, after the race, when I saw Onoda-san doing it

6: I was shaking

I thought from the bottom of my heart that it was amazing

Pag 11

1: I thought you were super cool

5: Wh- no no

That- I was just reporting, there's nothing cool about it at all, okay

Pag 12

1: So I want to know what your goal is this year

Please tell us what you're thinking about!!

2: Is it “I want to report to that senpai once again”!?

4: Crowning your third victory in a row as the captain!?

6: Is it the mountain's bib!? Is it winning a stage!?

Please tell us... your goal during the race...

7: or maybe for when the race is over!!

8: A.....

9: No no no

It's nothing- yes, it's nothing!!

Pag 13

1: Onoda's goal....

2: I see, what Onoda-kun wants to do....

3: Now that I think about it....

4: What is it!? You started saying it now, ��a”!!

Is it “running as an assist”!?

5: Does it mean you don't want to bear the last heavy burden!?

No no no no, that's fine, if the situation calls for it I'll do my best

6: That's enough, Issa

7: There are things Onoda-san doesn't want to say too

No, if it can become motivation for the team then he should say it

Pag 14

1: Onoda-san's goal!!

2: But still, Issa!!

I'm telling you, anything is fine!!

Ah, uhm...

3: It's a really personal thing, so.... don't get your hopes up...

But.... that's... always been.... my dearest wish...

4: Dearest wish!!

5: If we run with all we have in this Inter High.... putting together all of our strengths and deliver our jersey to the finish line

6: If we get the best result....

Pag 15

1: No no, I really can't say more than this

3: Say it, everything's fine. I'm curious too

4: Ah.... if we get the best results.... I....

5: I want to reserve a room somewhere...

6: A room?

8: Prepare teacakes

9: Cakes!?

10: Ask for everyone's cooperation...

Pag 16

1: Gather five people

5: It's something I've been imagining.... since before... entering school in my first year.....

7: Even just for one day

8: Even just a few hours after school

Everyone will bring what they like

9: A.....

Oi.... don't tell me you mean.... you

Pag 17

1: I'm thinking of reviving the anime research club!!

Pag 18

5: No way!!

Pag 19

1: And then, there

2: I think I could call Makishima-san, who likes figures

I feel like you've misunderstood something here

3: And Midosuji-kun who likes anime

Would you be able to hold a conversation with him!?

4: Isn't that good!! The best goal!!

5: You'll gather five people in no time!!

6: Kakaka mine will be the first name you write down

7: Amazing

From England and Kyoto....!!

Pag 20

1: I don't really get it, but somehow that fired me up!!

2: That's Onoda-san's dearest wish!!

3: Ah

4: N-no, it's really nothing much, so I take it back...

Revive the anime club!!

Let's do it, for Onoda-san!!

I don't really know what an anime club does, but I'm in!!

Me too!!

5: Yeeah!!

Let's do it!!

Issa, calm down

Pag 21

2: Your goal is to “revive the anime research club even for just day”?

Oi oi, that's such a small

3: but splendid goal!!

4: You managed to unite the club's intentions as one with such bizarre words!!

5: You're really are an unpredictable guy!!

The plate will soon become green

“Real start”.... the real race will start!!

[arsenicflame]

Hornigold's Izzy was the worst, of course. A version of himself that never escaped that terrible place, who lived his life as little more than an object. He still has nightmares about all the things Baz told them, about all the things he didn't.

It doesn't really surprise him, after the first ones, not at its root. To be Izzy Hands is to be someone's after all, though seeing his own face on someone so fundamentally different to him never gets less weird. The people who these other Izzys attached themselves too often left him with more questions than answers. Jack's Izzy, he can understand, from a certain view, though the man himself felt like a fever dream. The less said about Stede's Izzy the better, he's never going to forgive him for the ideas he put in his Stede's head.

Then there was Sam's Izzy.

The first thing anyone noticed about him was that he was happy. He smiled and laughed without thought, and went through life with an ease Izzy didn't think he had ever felt. The crew took to him immediately, accepting him in a way they never did the other Izzys, and certainly not their own. They prodded him and asked him endless questions, and he took every touch without a flinch and answered every question without a hint of a grumble. This Izzy was free. He was open, unburdened, trusting. He was happy.

Sam's Izzy was the one that hurt the most to see. He could accept the worst that Hornigold could've offered, that he would have suffered and been broken. It was infinitely harder to see that he had a chance to be this happy. That it slipped through his fingers.

He's never looked back before, but now? Seeing what might've been? He can't stop himself from considering the possibility that maybe he made the wrong choice back then, going with Ed.

[pergaminaa]

Yo are we just going to forget about how Erawan had his eyes on Manon???? Like that fucker made it clear that he wanted her??? And she was right there with him in Morath???

And I’m CERTAIN awful grandmother knew of his intentions. She might as well just pushed Manon in his direction and welcomed his suggestion. Because with how evil she is? She saw it as a way to gain more power. She will literally be on top of the food chain if Erawan won the war AND took claim of her granddaughter.

[muckablucka]

how it feels to find song lyrics that fit your OC perfectly:

[kuromi-hoemie]

can't believe i get to hang out with my manager this week ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[forcedhesitation]

I MISSED THIS ENTIRELY MY FIRST TIME AROUND....THIS IS SO DAMN PRECIOUS?!!

[magistralucis]

@absolut--kurant!

[sevicia]

Happy Birthday to my beautiful wife that Changed my life and Rocked my world

[eru-iru]

i like to relate ryoji to the stars and the little prince ahaha funny since he's part of a Star Eater

[chidoroki]

Ah, yes.. August 22nd.. *tosses out a three year old edit she never posted as compensation for not having any ideas to create something new for the sunshine child* Happy Birthday Emma

[tenderhooked]

🐝🌹🌷🌻🌹🌺⛲️🌺🌹🌻🌷🌹🐝

thank you my lovely lovely em!! here's a lil wippet from the upcoming chapter (ACTUALLY upcoming now that i'm finally done with finals) of the sun is only a God if you learn to starve:

Sam prevaricates; he’s not sure why, isn’t even sure how to put the uncomfortable tangle in his stomach to words. All he knows is that the wrongness which has made this last month an intolerable cloud has worsened—grown darker, heavier, closer. It’s on the verge of breaking, he just can’t put his finger on when, or where, or, as Dani’s wondering, why. “Boot room,” he eventually decides on, pressing the heels of his palms to the grass. The itch of it is a welcome irritation. It returns him to his own body. “Lunch.” “No Jamie?” “No,” Sam says, exasperated. “We can’t talk about him in front of him.” The curve of Dani’s bent spine slumps even further, like his strings have been cut. “Oh.” “It’s for a good cause,” says Sam, though he understands the disappointment lancing through Dani’s muscles, the shame. It feels awful, to discuss Jamie behind his back. A betrayal of sorts. A secret that he doesn’t mean to keep. But he can’t figure out a way to bring any of this up to Jamie without ruining all the rest of it. “It’s for making Jamie un-sad.”

[beetlepassing]

being a fan of actors is so embarrassingggggg. like yeah i did add the release of this random ass movie to my calendar. yes i did slot watching this movie into tomorrows schedule. why? well i wanna see. that white boy.

[formosusiniquis]

hmm. #22 and ronance perhaps?

Okay so first I feel like you need to know, I open and closed my spotify app three times thinking it would somehow change the song because 21 was Super Trouper and 23 was DANSE MACABRE (off the new duran duran album) BUT 22 is actually 🥁 Rock You Like a Hurricane - Scorpions.

So I can't not at least mention the obvious which is smut fic... it's right there, easy picking.

But that's too obvious, actually, so after staring at the lyrics for fifteen minutes I've landed on something a little more bizarre.

Nancy knew po-dunk small towns, escaped from one to Emerson and never looked back. They're small minded and gossipy, they see a woman with ambition and they force her back into the role she's expected to fill. Reporter turns to advice columnist turns to glorified secretary. She got out and she made the name they tried to deny her. She was from there, knew the kind, so they sent her back. The only reporter on the staff with the experience, practical and professional, to handle the story that was brewing in a town to the west of the Devil’s Backbone.

Nancy knew small towns. Or she thought she did until she got to Devil’s Sting.

Convinced she’s lost, she stops at the first convenience store she stumbles after hours of driving. A sagging wooden cabin sat behind two rusted gas pumps. She parks the ford she rented from the airport beside the pump, a sign taped to a stone attendant to the left of it that reads “Pump your own damn gas, pay inside.” She leaves that for later. She’s been on the road too long, and trusts her map too little. She needs to be sure she’s headed the right way.

The door to the cabin opens into a windchime. Its alarm is sharp, delicate, discordant. The lights of the store are on, but the open expanse of the room is empty except for the shelves of food and miscellaneous roadside repair parts. If she were the type to panic, the type who didn’t keep a Smith & Wesson in her purse, she’d worry that her latest break was about to turn into the opening scene of a horror movie. But she does know better. And over the dull whir of the slowly rotating ceiling fans she hears a voice call out, “It’s your turn, Rob, and if it’s Henderson you can tell him to fuck off.”

“Not my kid to raise, take him to Monongahela so he can play with the radios so he leaves us alone.”

From beside the row of glass front fridges, a door to the back swings open. A lanky woman, all leg and clashing patterns, lopes out. A cloud of dusty blonde hair swirls around her head as she spins to face Nancy, an easy smile frozen on her face as the woman recognizes her as stranger.

“I was hoping you could point me in the right direction.”

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“There’s a story here I know it,” Nancy insists. It’s hard to tell if Robin is listening the way she bustles around the general store. She dodges between the shelves and Steve, like she has every time she’s provided a friendly face and a sympathetic ear since Nancy arrived to town. It’s an insular community, she hadn’t been expecting that. How closed off everyone would be compared to the first two that she met.

“You think?” Robin asks, voice raised to be heard from the back of the store. 

“Rob, inches,” Steve cuts back. He’s the stranger of the two, Nancy thinks. Runs hot and cold with her, happy to answer certain questions but the second that it feels like she’s caught the trail of something he��ll shut her out. Steal Robin’s attention away to the store, to the banal goings on of the town and not the reappearances of kids who’ve gone missing across the country only to arrive in this backwater little town small enough she had to special order the map. They speak in code, Steve and Robin. A shorthand Nancy isn’t familiar with that belays their familiarity with one another. Half thoughts they trade back and forth over top her head. Keeping her at arms distance.

“You’re one to talk.” It’s the closest to disagreement she’s seen them come, an opening that she’s happy to take advantage of. 

She’s seen how Robin looks at her. The kind of looks that might feel discrete in a two stoplight town, a town where everyone knows everyone and you can pass off that sort of glance as gossip. Nancy is metropolitan. The peeks and dragging stares that Robin sends her way when she thinks Nancy is distracted may as well be a billboard.

A hand wraps around Robin’s arm, her fingers closing around a surprisingly firm bicep beneath the layers of flannel and tweed. Never once has Nancy seen her not in motion, this stills her completely. Rigid as the concrete statues out front -- hand carved by Steve, Robin had noted the first time Nancy had noted them -- it’s easy as pie to reel her in closer. “We should talk about this more in private, you could be a real asset, Robin. Could we meet for dinner? If you don’t mind a late night I’d love to pick your brain.”

Robin’s eyes dart to Steve, instinct, but he’s distracted. He’s missed the way Nancy has her nails dug in, literally, they crease the rolled up sleeves of her button down. “Yeah, yeah, I can do that,” she whispers back.

Perfect. A hum settles at the back of Nancy’s brain, the feeling of a plan, a story, coming together. Almost a purr. “I’m in room 13 when you get off work.”

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So in my head this is definitely long fic so I'm gonna cut it off here with a couple of vignettes. I'm intentionally misunderstanding the metaphor and playing with the wolf and chase themes. Robin (and Steve, because if it's happened to Robin then it's definitely also happened to Steve) is a werewolf. Or is she? I think this element is definitely played like an X-Files episode and it's talked around and hinted at but never on page confirmed in any significant way.

It probably plays around with some like southern gothic themes too, this outsider vs insider sort of thing coupled with the additional element of the othering nature of the queer identity then making what would be an outsider part of the same outgroup.