#ask oga...just ask him

[yyokkki]

Asking to Sketch Them

HEARTSLABYUL

Riddle Rosehearts

Honestly a bit shocked you’d ask him

But he’s had practice from posing for family portraits, so he isn’t too nervous

Until you say you want the backdrop to be Heartslabyul’s garden

It doesn’t break any rules… but that doesn’t mean someone else won’t break any rules

He doesn’t collar people as often as he used to, but he still makes it a point to lecture rulebreakers on the importance of said rule

So imagine the strain on his face when Ace walks by with a vase full of roses and it’s Wednesday.

In the end Ace sits beside you while Riddle gives a long lecture, keeping the rest of his body perfectly still so it doesn’t interfere with your work

You are sweating in fear. 6/10 a good model but it’s hard to draw when your model is half yelling at the dude sitting right next to you

Trey Clover

Might hesitate to say yes because he’s a busy guy,,

I mean they have tea parties like everyday and he’s always in charge of sweets-

You say he can go about his business and that you’re going to capture him in his natural habitat then he agrees

Raises an eyebrow cuz you make it sound like you’re on national geographic but ok

Anyways you’re drawing him while he’s baking and damnnn those biceps pop when he’s whisking

Secretly, however, he’s been holding back for a while now/

When you’re least expecting it he comes closer to you… and bam whipped cream on the side of your face

Devolves into flour tossing and chaos

6/10 you got whipped cream on your sketchbook and it was half finished but it was a fun memory

Cater Diamond

“OMS YAY of course ;DD”

Internally screaming because his makeup isn’t that good today and why him I mean there are better looking people in nrc and maybe he can get his clone to do it instead-

Overthinker fr

He’s a bit stiff at first, trying to only show his good side and checking his camera constantly to see if his smile looks good

If you’re close and you start talking to him about something he’s passionate about while you’re sketching he’ll loosen up a bit and his pose becomes a lot more natural

Eventually forgets you’re even drawing him and now it’s just him showing his true colours

Takes a pic of your finished sketch along with the both of you and posts it on magicam #muse #artistbestie

8/10 the sketch turned out well and you had a nice chat 

Deuce Spade

Has never been asked this question in his life

Boy is so stiff and awkward pls baby

He smiles like Oga from Beelzebub at first

Pls pls pls get this boy to do something else while you’re drawing him to get him to relax

Might be studying across the table from you while having a nice chat

Forgets you’re drawing him eventually pt.2

Tbh moves around a lot especially if a senior enters the room cuz he makes it a point to turn around and greet them while standing up

Is a bit surprised when you say you’re done because shit I forgot and I moved so much im sorry-

Also takes a picture of the sketch

Texts his mom the pic “I made a really good friend who’s great at drawing :D”

Will ask if you can draw a portrait of him and his mom together when you get the chance (will pay for it he just doesn’t know about the concept of commissions TT)

4/10 he’s so precious but not the best model tbh id still ask him again idc

Ace Trappola

Little shit (affectionate)

Not hard to make him agree but boy will he give you shit for it “my face is just that handsome ig” “you want me to get nude?” someone kiss him and make him shut up

At first he’s making a bunch of dumb faces and exaggerated poses and once he determines that you’re sufficiently annoyed he starts actually posing normally

Might get up halfway through and start stretching or laying down cuz he got tired though

Depending on how late he slept the night before and if you’re keeping quiet so he doesn’t get the chance to tease you, he might fall asleep

His sleeping face is cute so it works out for you ehe

When you’re done he acts all non chalant and smug about it but inside he’s sooo happy damn tsundere

Asks if he can draw you next and draws a potato with three dots on it <3

2/10 its only easy when he falls asleep but he’s cute so ill give him 1 extra point

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Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia

Graphic design is not my passion dear lord i really need to read a guide on how to format tumblr posts TT

Also first time writing omg depending on my mood next part will either be out tomorrow or next month see yall

[ramenrescue]

do you any headcanons/aus/thoughts on usao/ousa ? loved your analysis of ogata/asirpa

Oh boy, I might have too many thoughts about Usami and Ogata so this may have to come in parts, especially the AUs. I have started writing a modern day reincarnation fic for them because I am just very feral about these two at the moment, so if I ever finish that and feel compelled to put it out to the world I'll let you know. The thing about writing fic or manga is like -- I can write little snippets but to piece them together into one coherent story is very difficult.

Anyway, your ask came at such a prompt time because I managed to buy the Japanese volumes on Bookwalker for almost 50% off and I specifically reread the main parts with Usami, so they are quite fresh in my mind. I think I agree with other analyses I have read about Usami in that he is a direct foil to Ogata. And this can be seen in their superficial traits: Ogata has many square-shaped, angular, sharp motifs on his face, like his square-shaped eyes, square shaped iris, squared eyebrows, square jawline, square hairline, while Usami has rounded tips on his eyelashes, round moles on his cheeks, rounded lips (cupid's bow), concentric circles for his pupil/iris, and rounded brows. Usami excels at close-range combat, while Ogata excels at long-range combat. Usami grew up amongst a large family with many siblings, while Ogata grew up practically an only child.

But here's the weird part -- I actually don't think they are complete opposites -- I think they have some things in common. <- more on this later.

It is interesting how in Usami's backstory (Chapter 227), Tsurumi (in conversation with the dojo owner) refers to Usami as a "dog among sheep" and a "born soldier who is highly loyal, combative, and is able to kill without remorse or regret". Then, it cuts to Usami in present day saying he predicts the serial killer in Sapporo will return to the scene of the crime and masturbate while reminiscing of their crimes because he understands that sentiment on a personal level. Usami here appears to show understanding that he possesses an innate capacity for violence.

Ogata was always wondering about the whole nature vs nurture question -- like whether lacking remorse for the act of killing is something one is born with or a product of one's environment (ex. bad childhood, war). Usami is a shining example that humans can in fact kill without remorse, and everyone except Ogata knows Usami is an exception to the rule. Usami is well aware this is what makes him special and this is one of the reasons why Tsurumi values him so much as a subordinate.

The problem with Ogata is that because he appears to have very little personal connections outside of Usami during the war (which is... kind of cute in a pitiable way?), he misconstrues that people like Usami are the majority. Usami agrees with all of Ogata's skewed interpretations and analyses that "all (majority of) people do not feel remorse in the act of killing" and in doing that, he is straight up lying. Usami knows people like himself are in the minority -- and because his analysis of Ogata's character was so spot on -- I'll go as far to say Usami knows Ogata is "normal" -- because if Ogata were truly a "born soldier" like Usami, he would not be ruminating about the philosophy of guilt and killing and questioning himself and bouncing his ideas off of another person -- he would just simply, be. Usami receives further confirmation that Ogata is simply, "just a guy", when he overhears Ogata calling Yusaku's name in his sleep. Usami also calls Ogata a snot-nosed brat quite a number of times, and I think that is alluding to Usami knowing that Ogata is just a sheep wearing wolf's skin.

It's interesting that Ogata entrusted the inner workings of his mind to Usami. I thought about this and I came to the conclusion that maybe he saw his own mother in Usami -- which I know, it's kind of insane, but I'm going somewhere with this! In Chapter 304, when Ogata is reminiscing about his mother, it appears she has a prominent cupid's bow -- a physical characteristic possessed by Usami. His mother likely called Ogata by his first name, and Usami is shown to be THE only person in present day who calls Ogata by his first name. Ogata's mom was head over heels over a man in a position of power with a wife who never returned the same level of love, while Usami is head over heels over a "promiscuous" man in a position of power who will likely never return the same level of affection that he's outputting. Another interesting side note: Usami chides Ogata for being the illegitimate son of an escort* and back in the Edo period, women in the business would chop off their pinkie as a sign of loyalty to their patron. Although Ogata likely did not have a good vantage point (nor did he care) to observe Usami's final moments, I think it's still worth mentioning that Usami getting his pinkie chomped off by Tsurumi resembles an escort chopping off her finger as a sign of ultimate devotion to her customer, lol. Anyway, I think because Ogata drew parallels between Yusaku and Asirpa, it is not so far fetched that he saw his mother in Usami -- and ultimately his projection made him trust Usami more than one ever should. There is one more important evidence that Ogata saw his mother in Usami -- in that he killed both of them with similar intent. He killed his mom not out of hatred, but because he wanted to put her out of her misery -- and he thought that if his father came to her funeral, she would be happy. Before he shoots Usami, he says something like "if you're so worried about being Tsurumi's cheapest pawn, why don't you see what his face looks like at your funeral," and in a way, he is putting Usami out of his miserable state of feeling inadequate. Ogata killed his mother with conviction that the positive outcome would happen, while he kills Usami with more of a neutral outlook -- and interestingly, Ogata, by killing Usami, gave Usami the thing he wanted most in life -- a reaffirmation from Tsurumi that he was his one and only (which, whether Tsurumi was telling the truth or not is dubious from a reader's POV, but alas, we are happy for Usami).

So here we return to my earlier point -- that they are crafted to be very different from each other, but they do possess similarities. One obvious one is that they both yearn for affection from Tsurumi -- which highlights another difference in that, yes they both yearn for love, but the love they seek are different. Usami yearns for love from one person and one person only, while Ogata is more agnostic and yearns for love from pretty much anyone who is willing to give him attention. But here's the thing -- I think Ogata's yearning for affection is a product of his environment -- and I think Usami's yearning to be someone's one and only, is also a product of his environment! I think that because he grew up in a large family, the love from his parents was dispersed amongst all of their children***, fostering an environment ripe for someone like Tsurumi to sweep him off his feet and pour "love" into this near-empty vessel. Usami felt intoxicated by the notion of being someone's one and only, that his jealousy-filled-rage led him to murder. I'd argue that without the addition of Tsurumi, there would be no Usami. Tsurumi compared Usami not to a wolf or a bear -- but a domesticated dog -- which is not, by itself, likely to commit acts of violence**. A soldier becomes a soldier only when commanded -- STEERED in the right direction, much like a dog will become violent when raised to do so. Therefore, a version of Usami who never met a sweet-talker like Tsurumi in his formative years, would likely not grow up to be an ultra-loyal killing-machine. To sum, I believe Usami's capacity for violence is an innate quality that can only be harnessed by the right environment.

Thank you for the question! One thing I still haven't quite wrapped my mind around is how after Ogata shoots Usami, he says "thank you, Usami, your death has completed me as a sniper." Okay??? What does he mean by that! I don't know! So if you or anyone reading this has any thoughts I'd love to know!

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*=note that 商売女can include prostitutes and geisha, and the lines between geisha and prostitution was a lot blurrier back then so I'm just calling them an "escort" although Ogata's mom is officially known to be a former geisha

**=note that this is a sweeping generalization and I am aware different dog breeds do display varying levels of unpredictable, aggressive behavior

***=I just want to point out that Usami's parents are portrayed as being in love with each other, so they may have had that many kids as a result of lack of contraception. There's a scene in Vagabond with a couple who are having sex despite their many children crying out of hunger, and it kind of reminds me of that...

[apparitixns]

seven gold rings to represent each person in his family , having to try three times harder while everyone else is given things freely , tea leaves arranged on a tea cup soaked in a despair that is inherited , speaking to ghosts of family members you never met , generational wealth that never really belonged to you .

family .

parents: kato & heshima akello 

siblings: afiya akello jelani  , fatima akello , rehema akello , abel akello , umar akello

extended family: sanyu musoke (twin sister of kato , widow)  , issa musoke ( deceased , ghost ) ,  yazid & zain lwanga ( brothers of heshima ) 

pets: duma & zuri ( dogs ) , obi & zibu (owls) , nala (niffler)

dossier .

FULL  NAME  : hakim  duma  akello  .

NICKNAMES : oga  ,  mzungu ( by his mother )   .

TITLES : advisor for the nonmagical folk committee for the ministry of magic in uganda ; heir to the minister of magic

DATE  OF  BIRTH : 08/02/1938  .

PLACE  OF  BIRTH  : gulu ,  uganda .

WIZARDING SCHOOL : ugadou institute of magic  .

 ALIGNMENT  : neutral .

LANGUAGES SPOKEN  : kiswahili, english , french , arabic  and medium proficiency in spanish .

PATRONUS : albatross .

biography .

01 .  YOUR BIRTH RIGHT .

 YOU WERE NAMED HAKIM RIGHTEOUSLY SO ; YOUR MOTHER HAD AN AFFAIR WITH YOUR FATHER’S BEST FRIEND AND IT FELT LIKE ALLAH HIMSELF SET FORTH WITH THE JUDGMENT. he was always gone for work , spending holidays with other people in the name of honor but eventually , the bed got very cold and she had found someone else to keep it warm in your father’s absence. your mother pleads for your father’s forgiveness but he says nothing . instead , she’s to stay quiet about the ordeal - there is no room for secrets when you are running for minister of magic in a country that is breaking at its seams . 

the muggle world is at the cusp of war again in the 1940s and of course your father asks your mother for some patience . he feels a calling to help those that are non-magical , but its at the expense of controversy with other politicans that resources are never given to the world outside of the magical . hakim’s birth comes the first bit of freedom from british rule and it feels like things are finally looking bright for the country but it is only the beginning .

trigger warning : talk of politics 

02 .  YOUR LEGACY . 

YOU ARE ONLY SIX YEARS OLD WHEN YOUR FATHER ASKS YOU TO JOIN HIM . THE EXPERIENCE IS  FRAMED AS A  ‘LEARNING OPPORTUNITY ’ ;  THE OPPORTUNE TIME FOR HAKIM TO SEE HOW THE WORLD OUTSIDE UGANDA WORKS . BUT ALL KATO WANTS IS THAT HIS ILLEGITIMATE SON TO NEVER SECOND GUESS WHO HIS REAL FATHER IS .  wealth makes it easy for hakim’s family to travel and afford riches that others in the same village cannot afford . it is difficult to ignore the injustice and poverty the  nonmagical folk  around  them  endure , but his father always told hakim that he was doing everything he can do to help . trying to make a difference . that’s why he is always traveling to other countries and creating peace treaties with other ministry of magic offices because there is always power with numbers .  traveling to mexico , visiting the british ministry of magic , and some summers in north america . its all for publicity . to make the world realize that the small country of uganda was a country worth talking about .  some  argue  that  paying  too  much  attention  to  other  countries  meant  that  kato was  loosing  sight  of  the  plight  the  wizarding  families  around  him  but  never  did  they  experience  a  conflict  like  those  just  north  of  them  went  through .  

by the age of eight , hakim is well versed in five different languages and it was expected that he would become a politician himself . his father had always set forth the expectation and the diplomacy was evident from when he was young. and at that point , hakim can see that kind of future for himself . he wants to be like his father in every regard - even in all the faults , hakim understands that leaders are tasked with having to make difficult decisions . some people were just made to be  collateral damage . 

 years later ,  his  true  calling  comes to hakim as a dream . a man he has never met graces his unconsciousness on a random june morning . he is told of his acceptance to ugadou , of what to expect and how to prepare , but most importantly , prepares him for his potential. 

03 .  YOUR PATH  . 

YOU MEET MORE PEOPLE THAT ARE LIKE YOU AT UAGADOU . THESE ARE THE YEARS THAT SHAPE YOU INTO WHO YOU ARE NOW AND BY ALLAH’S GRACE AND FORTUNE , YOU PAVE YOUR OWN PATH AWAY FROM THE PRESSURE OF BOTH KATO AND HESHIMA . YOU FINALLY GET  TO  DISCOVER  THE  PERSON  YOU  TRULY  ARE  .  

making  friends  was  never  difficult  for  hakim .  there  were  children  (  both  young  and  old )  interested  in  his  company  ,  both  for  the  sake  that  he  seemed  to be  decent  company  but  also  because  being  a  close  acquaintance  to  the  child  of  someone  with  so  much  influence  always  proved  to  be  a  weapon .  he’s  always  been  used  to  that  so  it  does  not  phase  him  as  it  should  have  -  but  he  sees  his  siblings  endure  the  same .  his  sisters  are  victim  to  slander  ,  to  expectations  that  are  different  and  that  bothers  him  .  but  he  never  says  anything . 

he  takes  a  liking  to  astronomy  and  alchemy   quickly . a  professor  recommends  that  he  takes  an  easier  class ,  mostly  to  balance  his  schedule  for when his father would inevitably take him out of class for a trip ; but hakim never was afraid of a challenge so he took on more responsibilities and somehow always excelled at what he did.

 

04 . THE NOW  . 

THE REAL  WORLD  CAN  BE  FRIGHTENING .  IT’S  HUNGRY  FOR  AMBITION  ,  FOR  YOUNG  PERSONS  THAT  STILL  HAVE  HOPE  WRITTEN  ON  THEIR  SLEEVE .  BUT  YOU  DON’T  HESITATE .  YOU  GRADUATE  AND  YOU’RE  ALREADY  TELLING  YOUR  FATHER  THAT  YOU’VE  GOT  A JOB  THAT  REQUIRES  YOU  TO  TRAVEL .  YOU  SAY  GOODBYE  TO  EVERYTHING  YOU’VE  EVER  KNOWN .     packing  all  of  his  belongings  was  actually  easier  than  hakim  can  imagine .  his  first  assignment  is  in  morocco -  where  he  spends  a  year  restoring  a  breeding  shelter  for  endangered  species  of  magical  creatures that were sold to nonmagical folk for money.  a  gentleman ,  well  into  his  years  and  in  his  work  ,  introduces  hakim  to  a  peruvian  vipertooth  who  had  been  displaced .  that  marks  the  beginning  of  his  career  in the ministry of magic for uganda but also almost always traveling to other countries . taking  upon  assignments  in  different  locations  with  different  purposes .  the  pay  is  decent  but  the  experience  is  tough  to  beat .  

his  latest  assignment  leads  him  towards  britain  ,  mostly  research-based  but  it’s  not  without  warning  from  his  father  that  he  agrees .  it’s  incredibly  hard  to  ignore  the  looming  conflict  in  the  british  wizarding  world  with  speak  of  an  incredibly  powerful wizard  looking  to  recruit  others  for  their  cause .  hakim  doesn’t  have  much  incentive  to  care  about  the  war  ,  especially  since  it  had  been  british  folk  that  held  his  home  country  captive  until  recently .  there’s  no  difference  to  him  if  a  wizard  came  from  a pureblood  family  or  two  non-magical  folk .  there’s  more  important  things  to  shed  blood  over  -  and  why  can’t  these  folk  see  that  ?  

HEADCANONS

tw death mention .  hakim often seeks advice from his uncle , issa musoke . issa died of natural death in 1960 but his soul has been tethered to the world for unknown reasons . this tradition was taught  by his father from an early age as his father consults with an estranged grandfather from many generations ago who hakim never met . because death is seen as a rite of passage onto the next realm but those who have stayed back are often felt called to lead the men of the family. 

self-transfiguration came naturally to hakim . he can take on almost any form he desires and often did take on the form of a vulture when he was younger but has since moved on to a badger to assimilate in Britain. 

wandless magic was taught to hakim at uagadou and while his father strongly encouraged him to purchase a wand for when he traveled abroad, hakim much prefers casting without one. he never plans on buying a wand , especially from a wandmaker in England or North America. 

hakim  has  two  tattoos  .  the  first  is  inked  onto  his  right  forearm  and  it’s  a  half  sleeve  that  has  different  patterns  .  it  was  done  in  mostly  an  effort  to  cover  up  an  old  scar  of  his  but  it’s  become  one  of  his  favorite  pieces .  the  second  tattoo  is  smaller  and  is  hidden  in  the  inside  of  his  left  index  finger .  written  there  is  ‘  010320’  .

[kosem-sultan167]

Ivo Robotnik meets his mother

❗In my stories, Gerald has a daughter and a son.❗

Dr. Ivo Robotnik was working in the laboratory when suddenly his agent came to him. 

-Doctor, someone's here to see you... 

-Stone!-Ivo barked-I'm busy. Go to hell with the one who came and go there yourself. And bring a latte before that. 

-But, Doctor, that woman... She's very persistent... 

-Oh, is that a woman? I'll go out now and chase her away myself. 

Ivo got up and went to the exit. 

-Could you... 

-Ivo, my son... - said the woman. Robotnik was speechless and only now turned his attention to the woman. The woman had dark, wavy hair (graying somewhere) brown eyes, the same as his son's, and wearing a long black coat. 

-My son... I'm your mom... 

-Excuse me? I'm an orphan. My mother abandoned me when I was a baby. 

-Ivo... I know it's hard to accept, but I had my reasons. 

-And what are they? And at all. I have to make sure that you are my mother. They went to his lab and the doctor did a DNA test. While waiting, he glared at the woman. Stone was standing behind her, and he felt terribly sorry for her. And the woman felt out of place. And then the results came. Ivo looked at it and smiled wryly. 

-You really are my mother. And what is your name? And why did you show up after all these years? We could have moved on. Without a child. And to spit on him somehow - Ivo was beside himself with anger. 

-I'm Miranda Jennifer Robotnik. The daughter of Professor Gerald Robotnik. Your mom. It's better to start from the beginning. Your grandfather loved me and my brother equally and strongly. Especially after my mother's death.

(Miranda Robotnik)

But then he started to distance himself from me when he found out that my brother was following in his footsteps. He even approved of his wife and when Maria was born, he did not leave her side and did not come home. And I was alone, and somehow I met your father. I got pregnant and my father didn't even pay attention to this news.

(Miranda Robotnik pregnant)

He was beside himself when he found out that my niece and his beloved granddaughter Maria was ill- The woman chuckled bitterly. - I don't blame the girl in any way. But I wasn't even allowed to approach. My brother and father forgot about me and didn't even invite me to visit. I got married with Justin, your father, and I went to live with him. My father and brother did not come to the wedding. Maria got a little worse. Only my brother's wife sent me a gift. And my father was against this marriage. I lived in love and harmony with my sweet Justin and waited for you. But when I was nine months pregnant, Justin crashed his car. I had a premature birth and you showed up. It was hard for me to be alone, and I came to my father with you in my arms and asked for help and shelter. I'll show you around at the same time. Your grandfather listened and said that he was busy experimenting and didn't have time.

( Miranda came to Gerald. Miranda and Ivo. )

I went to our house and later found out that my father had taken Maria to ARK. I didn't even look at you. Then I yelled at him that he only loved his son and granddaughter, and we were nothing to him. Your grandfather said I wasn't his daughter. I had a difficult situation, I had no job, no one picked up the child, there was nothing to eat, and I sent you to an orphanage… I'm sorry, son. But then they put me in jail because of my father, and I lost touch with you. Then I came for you, but it was too late. And no one gave you to me. I just found out where you are.

Ivo Robotnik listened and was filled with pity.

-Okay... I forgive you. You can stay. 

-Thank you, son! I'll try to be your mom.

Time has passed. Miranda was living with Ivo and Stone at the time. Unlike Gerald, she respected Stone, defended him in front of her son, and became his friend. I made lattes and food. Ivo oga also helped. Both were intelligent. They became a real family and he started calling her mother. Stone liked her very much, unlike Gerald. Miranda, of course, scolded her son for abandoning Stone and was glad that Ivo Robotnik survived. Ivo Robotnik was happy. He surprised the Wackowski couple, Sonic, Tails and Knuckles. The Doctor has finally found a family. And also, to the surprise of everyone, Miranda Robotnik is familiar with Amy Rose.

P. S Miranda Robotnik is taken from the TV series "Magnificent Century. The Empire of Kösem" by Mahfiruz Sultan.

I hope you enjoyed it, because I tried my best. 🥺🥺🥺

[wutlaikalikes]

Miyabi: 天真一うちの店辞めるって，本当？ (Temma一 You are quitting our store, is that true?)

Temma: 僕の異動の話聞こうと思ってオーナーに電話してたんだけど，繋が人なくて (I was trying to call the owner to ask about my transfer, but I couldn't get through to anyone.)

Miyabi: …………………… 天真は，異動の話 従うつもり？ (Temma, are you going to go along with the transfer proposal?)

Rio: まだ辞令も出てないし,撤回させるなら今の内ですよ (The appointment hasn't even been issued yet, so if you want to have it revoked, now is the time.)

Fuma: 天真さんは六本木店に行きたいんですか！？ (Do you want to go to the Roppongi store, Tenma-san?)

Astel: あいつ…………！僕の顔見て逃げるって，どういうことだよ…… (That guy…! What do you mean, you ran away after seeing my face…?)

Izuru: アステルだって，自分のブランド立ち上げるためにホストやってんじゃないの？ (Astel too, didn't you become a host to start your own brand?)

Astel: はあ！？僕はー (Huh!? Iー)

Izuru: もう開店するよ (I'm going to open up soon)

Astel: イヅル！ (Izuru!)

Izuru: とにかく，オフに何してようと勝手じゃん (Anyway, whatever you do on your off-time is up to you.)

Izuru: 干渉してくんな (Don't interfere) [this didn't make sense to me, maybe it means 'I won't interfere']

Roberu: うちの店に入ったが最後，そんな疲れた顔のまま帰すわけにはいかんやろ！ (Once you come into our store, we can't let you leave with a tired look on your face!)

Arurandeisu: いやぁ なんか，ガンマも立派なホストになったなと思ってさ (Well, I think Gamma has become a great host.)

Roberu: あの捨てられた仔ペンギンみたいだった子が立派になって…… (That abandoned baby penguin has grown into a fine young man…)

Gamma: なんすかそれ！ (What is that!)

Arurandeisu: いや，だってそうじゃん！あの日俺が拾ってなければさ…… (No, because that's true! If only I hadn't picked it up that day…)

Uyu: 失礼します。初めまして、鳥有です。今日が本当に初のてなんで，優しくしてください (Excuse me. Nice to meet you, I'm Uyu. Today is my first time, so please be gentle.)

Rikka: うちの店がパリコレと同じだなんて，光栄だね (It's an honor to have our store in the same location as the one in Paris.)

Uyu: 本当にすみません。シエン先輩，ご指導よろしくお願いします (I'm so sorry. Shien-senpai, please give me your guidance.)

Shien: ああ………うん。んー……なんか信用できないんだよな…… (Ahh… yeah. Hmm… I just can't trust them…) [maybe 'i just can't trust him...]

Oga: さあ，そろそろ開店だ。姫をお迎えする準備を (It's almost time to open the store. Let's get ready to welcome the princess.)

Uyu: はい (yes)

Shien: うーい (uーi)

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ホロスターズ「CLUB HOLOSTARS」ボイスドラマ (Holostars Voice Drama)

case of 歌舞伎町 (Kabukicho)

順調に売上を伸ばす歌舞伎町店。そんなある日，みやびは「仲のいい天真が他の店舗に異動する」という噂を聞いてしまう…！納得のいかないみやびと，新人ホストの封魔と燐央。果たして天真の異動を阻止できるのか…！ (The Kabukicho store is steadily increasing its sales. One day, Miyabi hears a rumor that his good friend Temma is being transferred to another store…! Miyabi is not happy about this, and the new hosts Fumma and Rio are unable to accept it. Will they be able to stop Temma from being transferred…?)

case of 錦糸町 (Kinshicho)

店内でDJイベントを開いたり，バーテンがホストになったりするなど，個性豊かな人材が集まる錦糸町店。アルランディス，ロベル，ガンマは，なぜホストクラブで働くことにたったのか…？3人の出会いまでのいききつが明らかに! (The Kinshicho store is a place where a diverse range of people gather, with DJ events being held in the store and bartenders becoming hosts. Why did Arurandeisu, Roberu, and Gamma decide to work at a host club? The circumstances leading up to the three's meeting are revealed!)

case of 池袋 (Ikebukuro)

大学に通いながら池袋店で働くイヅル。ホストらしい服を持たず，ろくに食事も取らないでいる。そんなイジルを気にかけるアステルだったが，ある日，アステルは，イジルの隠し事を知ったことがきっかけで，2人の間にすれ違いが生じてしまい… (Izuru works at the Ikebukuro club while attending university. He doesn't have clothes that are typical of a host, and he doesn't eat much. Astel is concerned about him, but one day, Astel finds out that Izuru is hiding something, and a misunderstanding begins between the two of them…)

case of 六本木 (Roppongi)

六本木店に新人ホスト鳥有が入店！「顧客に石油王がいる」，「元パリコレモデル」など様々なウワサを律可とオウガから聞いたシエン。鳥有をヘルプに何かせるが，厄介なお客さんが来店してしまい… (A new host, Uyu, joins the Roppongi club! Shien hears various rumors from Rikka and Oga, such as "one of his clients is an oil tycoon" and "he's a former Paris fashion model." He asks Uyu to help out, but a troublesome customer comes to the club…)

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source: 【ASMR】アイドルがホストになってガチ告白!?神対応連発で！重大発表も!?【#ホロスタAGF2023】 link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BTOvuc-Iv-g

(this is machine translated)

[madmarchhare]

Report from the Ministry of Internal Affairs

October 15th , 04:50:00, 1983

                Iveshnya sat in his office, going through a great stack of files in a rapid but precise manner, marking off on certain portions in regular, rhythmic notes in shorthand[1], only the smallest marks of personalization to his writing. After about twenty minutes there was a knock at his door, done in three, stiff successive knocks.

“Come in,” he said flatly, not looking up from his work. The door clicked as the handle was turned and they came in.

“Good morning, comrade supervisor,” they addressed politely, shutting the door behind themselves as they stood in front of Iveshnya’s desk.

“Good morning, comrade Chéng,” Iveshnya bid, not needing to check who had entered. Chéng Dǎi[2] was a rather thin, reasonably tall man, somewhat shorter than Iveshnya. He was dressed in KGB uniform, slim on his frame, well maintained and polished. His hair was a deep glossy black, trimmed to his ears, falling in rectangular patterns from his head. Hung from his brow, however, was a yellow and red paper seal, falling down to the end of his nose. He could not remove it, of course, as he was a jiāngshī[3]. It was for that reason that his skin was so sallow, a purplish grey in colour, his teeth rather pointed, as were his nails.

“I just wanted to check how it went with the party members and the first deputy chairman[4]?” he asked pleasantly, though keeping an official tone of voice. Chéng, as appointed by his supervisors, was the KGB attaché to Iveshnya, not wanting to leave all of their records soling in the hands of an MVD official. The GRU had considered the same, but when they found out Iveshnya was placed at the directorate, they dropped the idea.

“It went well, the official from the Supreme soviet was excited about the plan to implement OGAS[5] from the city out to local areas. The deputy chairman found us adequate, in his own words,” his flat tone not indicating weather the latter comment was intended as an insult, nor that he seemed to care if it was. “While you are here Chéng, I wanted to ask you your thoughts on Deriabin,” Iveshnya asked simply, the emotion in his voice inscrutable as he looked up from the document he was writing on, leaving his pen nestled between his fingers as he rested his hand on his desk.

“… I do agree with your assessment that his sudden posting here is, unusual, especially considering his history. It does warrant investigation, but I’m not sure if our superiors will like us watching him too closely,” he answered in an official tone, choosing his words carefully. Iveshnya regarded him for a moment then gave a subtle nod and struck something out on the document he had begun and stacked it on a pile of others, stapling them together.

“I’ve told him to commute to and from here with Shigemitsu, so that will keep him supervised between the times I specified in Shigemitsu’s file. Keep an eye out yourself, but bar from that… Its best to keep a passive watch on the man, as you said,” Iveshnya droned, handing the jiāngshī the stack of documents as the order marched out of his mouth.

“Of course, comrade supervisor,” Chéng nodded, taking the documents in his grip. He saluted Iveshnya and left the office, shutting the door as he left, leaving the man to his work just as a phone began to ring on Iveshnya’s desk. The KGB officer walked down the hall, holding the documents under his arm as he walked in a stiff gait. As he went down the hall he saw the trio of Volkov, Shigemitsu and Deraibin.

“Good morning,” he greeted them, attempting to be cordial as he smiled at them.

“Good morning sir,” Volkov greeted, saluting the officer, the other two doing the same. Chéng carried on, walking down the hall. The three watched him go, either out of wariness or curiosity. Chéng’s role in the directorate was as the attaché to Iveshnya, both men being of a similar breed, though Chéng was not as severe as the latter. He was considered to be part of Iveshnya’s circle, not least because he was the only other vaguely human individual in the directorate leadership. Curiosity abounded within many in the directorate about the agent and his possible history… Not that anyone would actually try and ask.

Chéng himself simply walked down the hall, aware but uninterested in his coworkers curiosity as he went through the door to the opposite side of the second floor.

The second floor of the ministry building was bisected down the centre, in line with the stair well and elevators. The west wing of the floor was reserved for those in the directorate from the MVD, while the east wing was comprised of primarily KGB and GRU members. While the segregation was not a long term measure to begin with, the KGB especially insisted until the security of the staff was ensured, not wanting any sensitive information to leak. Overall, it still functioned as a singular directorate, despite the disjointed staff for the time-being… Mainly due to the role of Iveshnya and Chéng, in addition to a few a few members of staff who acted as couriers between the two wings. He walked down to the office space then handed out the various sensitive documents to the staff that Iveshnya had assigned to them, keeping the lions share of the moderate stack under his arm as he went to his office and bolted the door shut as he walked through it.

A great deal of the work of the directorate as it currently stood was taking stock of old files, in addition to making sure they were all in order, from the combined archives of the MVD, KGB, GRU and various smaller bodies that had been rolled under the directorates authority. Though, that also involved the cataloguing of current actions of the various ministries, both in terms of spy work, investigation, military infrastructure movements, war plans…

All of it was information worth its weight in gold to the enemies of the USSR.

Chéng finished his work after an hour or two, tying up the piles in labels so he would be sure of their order before he travelled down to the archive room. But, he stopped before he did, pausing as he looked at the files, one at the top containing a picture of an American general, broad faced ang grey-haired wearing a helmet on his head decorated by a set of four silver stars. He felt his eyes linger on it a second longer before he pulled open a drawer in his desk and retrieved a large rectangular folder and opened it up onto his desk.  

Inside was a set of near two hundred separate files, each with a small photograph at the top right corner of the obverse, collating the personal information and history, or at the very least the broad strokes, of various member of the ministry. Iveshnya had given it to him following his appointment, ‘to help him in his new role’, he had explained. The officer plucked Deraibin’s file, the one at the bottom of the packet, attached to a folder tab bearing the title Z. O. Deraibin, MOSCOW. He leafed through the document, his eyes checking the small facts he knew. The file again repeated what he already knew-that he had been born in Moscow, the son of a minor MVD official and a watchsmith, that he tended to sleep around, smoked often, and, bar from an interest in cybernetics was never a particularly impressive student… A trait which carried over to his transient placements.

  He looked at it again to see if anything seemed strange, but nothing bar from his lacking qualifications seemed to pop-out. He snapped the file closed in one hand and placed it back with the rest before hiding the whole thing back in his desk drawer, locking it with a key. He grabbed the documents that Iveshnya had given him, along with a few smaller articles that he had sorted through himself, and set of for the archive room.

As he did, Deraibin himself was sat at his desk. It was set slightly isolated from his coworkers, the desktop covered with loose paper as he worked through it, idly tapping in information on a typewriter to his left, his fingers sometimes slipping of the keys and getting nicked by the mechanism. He was attempting to settle himself, still unnerved from Iveshnya’s interrogation, a fact not improved by Shigemitsu’s silent hostility towards him. Both men had been surprised to learn that they were literal neighbours, not simply in the same building, which had already come as a slight surprise regardless. In addition, it seemed both men got up at similar times. Deriabin as a habitual early riser, contrary to some impressions, and Shigemitsu to account for his long commute and discomfort sleeping… this unfortunately made it rather hard to doge going in together, something both men would rather do. But, neither man, bar from Rin’s complaints to himself which Deraibin overheard, would likely voice their complaint to their supervisor.

Simply put, they both did not have the confidence to say anything to the man, in Shigemitsu’s case, muttering insults about him was the best his courage would grant him leave upon. Deraibin… little point in considering it.

To make the best of the situation, Deraibin had attempted to be cordial to Shigemitsu, or at least put in more effort than he normally did. Sigemitsu was not that interested in conversation however, flatly ignoring the rabbit every time he attempted to talk to him. Dearibin was unsure whether he was simply not a morning person, both being up around three am, or it was another reason. Whatever it was, he decided not to risk agitating the man even more and kept quiet. While he was non un-used to peoples dislike, it never the less unsettled him, especially if it came from someone close at-hand whom he had to work with.

He checked his watch, a digital Elektronika[6] watch, encased in red plastic that sat in flat contrast to his white fur. The time was 6:07, leaving a long day of work left ahead. He grimaced to himself and reached into his jacket pocket, allowing the cuff of his sleave to fall back over his wrist of his left as he grabbed a pack of cigarettes. As he did he felt his fingers tap the squeeze-lighter inside it, making him pause for a moment, before leaving it to grab a pack of matches from his trouser pocket, briskly striking a match from it and lighting the cigarette as he held it between his lips, sucking in the smoke between his odd teeth. He snuffed out the match into a small ashtray on his desk, a thread of black-grey smoke twisting up from it.

He let the cigarette hang between his lips as he got back to work, steadily going through the various documents that he had been handed in that day, checking them against other information that they were correct, striking out those that weren’t… Then he came to an odd one.

It was about eight pages thick, stapled and covered in minute blue-black ink, a few notes dashed across it in thin, shacky pencil. The most curious detail about it however, was a small note, pinned to the top of the document by a staple on the first page. It was had a large red stamp on it, declaring it redundant, along with a small note written in code that Deraibin didn’t understand. He looked it over, unsure what to do with it when he saw Alek walking nearby and called out to her.

“Miss Aleksandra Constantinova, could I borrow you for a moment?” he asked, trying to sound as pleasant as possible as Alek sopped and turned to him.

“Of course, what can I help you with?” she asked kindly, standing just behind him and leaning over him.

“Well I just found this document but I don’t know the procedure for it,” he began, about to ask what he should do next when she cut him off.

“Oh, those, you just take them to Pavel Ilyich, ah, the Supervisor. We’re not technically cleared to handle them bar from taking them to him or Dǎi,” she explained flippantly, a reassuring smile on her face as she spoke. Deraibin attempted to hide his nervousness.

“Why do they come to us then?” he asked, almost pleadingly.

“Oh they get mixed in sometimes, the logistics of this place is still a bit in flux… same is true for everything here for the moment, but it will be sorted out soon enough,” she explained, sighing slightly. Deraibin nodded, not quite taking in the latter part of her statement, thinking to himself before turning up to her, wanting to ask if she could take the file to Iveshnya in his stead. “In any case, I have to go, see you later!”

“Ah, wa…” he began to call jerking up in his chair, but she carried on and strode out the door, leaving him hovering above his chair until he fell back down into it, alone in the empty office as his coworkers trickled out for lunch, his cigarette going out as he stared at the document laid out on his desk, as if he were staring down a wild animal he was afraid to startle or take his eyes of. He winced to himself as he musted up his courage and grabbed the file, dropped his dead cigarette in his ash tray with the half-dozen other cigarettes and matches it was filled with, then stood up and walked to the door.

Deraibin walked down the white hall that led to Iveshnya’s office, feeling the coarse carpet underfoot as he walked, a chill crept up his spine in the lukewarm corridor as he approached the door, a spasm of nerves the only thing that enabled him to nock on the door.

“It’s unlocked,” the death-tone voice of Iveshnya called, forcing Deraibin to push open the door and step inside, leaving the door open as he did, almost subconsciously setting up an escape route. “Close the door, Deraibin,” he ordered flatly, the hand-set of a phone pressed against the side of his head. He did as he was told.

Deriabin opened his mouth to speak, but Iveshnya put a hand up for him to wait, glancing at him before he turned his attention back to the phone. “Yes… yes, I agree… No… Right,” he replied back into the mouthpiece as he noted something down idle with his right hand, his voice clear and piercing even in brusque responses. The conversation continued for a few minutes longer, Deraibin left standing nervously at attention before Iveshnya’s desk until the latter said goodbye to whomever was on the other side of the phone and rested the hand-set back down onto its cradle to look back up at Deraibin.

“Yes, Mr. Deraibin?” he asked cooly, leaving him to stand as he regarded him with his dead-eyed watch.

“I found this document in my work for the day, I was told that I’m supposed to hand them over to you,” he answered, managing to swallow his cowardice as he handed over the document, Iveshnya already reaching over for it and taking it in his clutch, silently reading the note at its top. Deraibin watched his face for some kind of expression, likely out of some passive curiosity, but saw now shift in his features.

“I see, thank you. If that’s all you are free to go for your lunch, I assume Miss. Slava showed you where it was?” he sated flatly, not looking up at the man as he dismissed him.

“Yes,” he began, what remained of his courage pushing him to continue as he was already in the beast’s den, “but, I also wanted to ask about my commute,” he continued nervously, getting a look from his supervisor in return.

“What about it?”

“Well, wanted to ask if I might be permitted to take the train or the bus instead?” he answered slowly, finding it difficult to meet the other man’s unemotive searing eyes.

“No,” Iveshnya answered simply, not waiting to see if the other man made an argument, “I appreciate you may have concerns, but this is the best method, and we shall leave it at that. Dismissed,” he finished with an effortless finality, his voice not shifted at all, yet stopping the other man from speaking up.

“Yes, comrade supervisor,” Deraibin replied sheepishly, turning to open the door before quickly leaving through it, hearing the lock snapping too as he did. He went down to the cafeteria,-his legs unsteady beneath himself as walked. The rest of the day passed normally, smoking nearly the entire remainder of his cigarette pack through it, much to his despair, a hand touching his wallet in mourning. He was just finishing up, and dumping his ashtray into a dustbin close to his desk, when he saw Shigemitsu rise up and begin to make his way out. He scrambled to finish, grabbing the near empty soft-drink bottle he had bought earlier and bringing it with him, downing it as he hurried after the bakeneko, tossing it into a bin as he marched forward.  When Deraibin caught up, Shigemitsu was unhappy to see him, but didn’t say anything as Deraibin followed him to his car and got in after him, driving back to their home.

Iveshnya stood in the night, wearing a warm blue trench coat over his suit and a grey karakul[7] on his head, his leather soles crunching on the frosty grass below. He waited till the darkness began to creep close, his cold breath condensing on his beard as he waited. Then, when it reached about half seven, he reached into his jacket and pulled out the document that Deraibin had handed to him, holding it in one hand as he retrieved a match and struck it, holding the budding flame to the corner of the document until it caught, letting the match drop as he led onto the document as it burned, only letting go as the flames lapped at his fingers, his expression blank. He watched the blazing mass of paper, the only light in the black that surrounded him, a passive expression on his face as he reached into his jacket again, this time pulling a small square flask from within it and taking a long drag before pouring the rest onto the fire, the patient flames roaring up in excitement as they destroyed their foundation that much faster. When the flames had finally burnt up all that remained of the paper mess, now leaving only a mess of pure black soot and ash, Iveshnya snuffed the embers with his foot, as if crushing a cigarette butt. He regarded the mess cooly for a moment longer before turning away to make his way back home for the night, his work done.   

[1] A term describing various systems of writing often used by assistants, professors or anyone who wants to make quick written notation. The most common western standard is Pitman’s Shorthand, while in the USSR the State Unified Stenography System(Государственная единая система стенографии) was used abbreviated as GESS.

[2] 程 歹

[3] 殭屍. Also known as a ‘hopping vampire’ is a type of reanimated corpse from Chinese legends and folklore. It is typically described as a stiff corpse dressed in the garments of a government official from the Qing period, and moved around by hopping. They were known to hunt down and absorb others to steal their qi. In addition, they could infect others to become a jiāngshī via a jiāngshī virus.      

[4] The Leadership of the KGB started with the Chairman of the KGB, the First Deputy Chairman of which there were one-to-two and the Deputy Chairmen of which there were four-to-six.

[5] Общегосударственная автоматизированная система учёта и обработки информации. Known as the ‘All-State Automated System for the Management of the Economy’, or ‘National Automated System for Computation and Information Processing’ it was a Soviet project to create a computer system that connected the entire country in order to replace the onerous bureaucracy of the soviet union, automating areas of Soviet Market planning. In reality, due to opposition from Soviet bureaucracy, the project did not see the necessary funds and the various infrastructure components were not installed. In this book, a somewhat scaled version of the original plans was constructed.   

[6] Электроника. A Soviet brand/factory responsible for manufacturing, among other electronic devices, digital watches. It was a subsidiary of Integral (Интеграл), located in Minsk, Belarus.

[7] Sometimes spelt ‘Qaraqul’ and also called and Uzbek or Jinnah hat. It is hat made from the fur of the Karakul/Qaraqul breed of sheep. The type of fur is commonly referred to as Astrakhan. It is peaked and folds flat when not worn on the head.  

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Part 1 // Part 2 // here

[firowisteria]

Krewstars Insanity EPISODE 1 PART 1

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Lunar: Y'know, if we can't have magic, then we'll just make it! Let's have a magic pact!

Ina'nis: I agree, I'll join you in on it!

Oga: Hear hear.

*Lunar looks at Exer.*

Lunar: Hey Jackson! Do you do magic?

Exer: My name is Exer. Exer Campbell. Uhmn, I do magic, but I can't control it.

Lunar: Cool! So Jackson, do you want to join our magic pact?

Exer: *confessionals* I don't want to do magic. Again. Never ever. Nope. Over my cold dead body.

Exer: *creaks a smile* I'll think about it. *runs*

Lunar: Jackson would most likely be happy to just us!

Oga: I doubt it.

Ina'nis: Maybe I can go talk to some other supernatural people to join us. Like Twisting Tiger!

Lunar: Twisting Tiger?

Ina'nis: I'm sorry, have you SEEN how fast his is on the soccer field? He could definitely be an advantage for us! I'll go fetch him!

Oga: Wait wait wait. Before we fish Tiger in, we need him to reel Exer in too. Exer is more than likely startled by magic, just by the face he made. We need Tiger to befriend Exer so we can take two birds down by one stone.

Lunar: That's a good idea!

Lunar: *confessionals* That's a stupid idea.

*Meanwhile, Gold sees them at the distance.*

Gold: *confessionals* Lunar, Oga, and Ina are making an alliance and are planning to get Exer and Tiger too. I might have to make my own alliance to secure that.

*Gold meets up with Roberu and Reine.*

Gold: Hey there. Roberu. I propose an alliance with you.

Roberu: Heck yeah!

Reine: May I join with you two?

Gold: Sure! Three is the best alliance number.

Roberu: But there are 18 of us. We could easily be flushed out by other votes.

Gold: I never said we couldn't sway other people's votes, haven't I?

Roberu: No, but-

Gold: Exactly. Leave the mess to me.

Roberu: *confessionals* I may or may not just slightly regret joining this alliance. Oh well.

Reine: *confessionals* Making an alliance is good. Very good. But I'm scared that things might get messy. Gold does not look like she would cut slack.

*Kaguya meets up with Aubrey.*

Kaguya: Hello. I'm Kaguya.

Aubrey: Aubrey. Name's Aubrey.

Kaguya: May I put my luggage in your room? I brought in a lot, considering how long we'd be here.

Aubrey: No? Why can't you ask someone like Rainbow? She looks like she'd love to waste her space for you.

Kaguya: What a crying shame. Oh well.

Aubrey: *confessionals* She has NO needs to be offended. Everything was saying was true.

*Kaguya meets up with Rainbow.*

Kaguya: Rainbow, may I put my luggage in your room?

Rainbow: I don't know.

Kaguya: *confessionals* The Aubrey girl was right. I'll see more of her soon.

Kuroo: Kenma, you need to get off of your switch.

Kenma: You don't know that.

Kuroo: Yes I do.

Kenma: If I stay here longer than you do, I'l prove you wrong.

Megalli: (on the intercoms) Challenge Time! Meet me in the frontyard!

Kuroo: 'Kay, bet! I'll go see who we're gonna vote out soon.

Kenma: Then I'll do the same.

*They both go to the frontyard.*

[sage-reads-things]

Has it been three hours already? Nanao said that it would take him three hours to detoxify the sodum, but between Taiyo rushing over to the lab and the three spies fighting their way through security, I feel like it can't have been more than an hour and a half.

That being said, Nanao looks TERRIBLE. He's sweating heavily, out of breath, and he hasn't even bothered to stand up. Something tells me that Nanao pushed past his limits to get this done.

I think Nanao realized that Taiyo wouldn't be able to hold the Hinagiku and forcefully sped up the detoxifying process, pushing his body way too hard and making himself sicker than necessary. If the Hinagiku hadn't shown up, this probably wouldn't have happened: my guess is that Nanao said "three hours" because he was counting on Taiyo to bring him home, where he could finish detoxifying the sodum at a safe, leisurely pace. Sui and Oga getting involved forced him into a time crunch.

And then there's this:

Sui says that as long as the sodum is detoxified, then the fight is over. Okay, then why go all trigger-happy and try to murder Nanao in the first place? He and Oga listened in on Nanao's phone call to Taiyo, and Nanao very clearly said that he could detoxify the sodum if given enough time. So either Sui doesn't believe that Nanao can do it or he doesn't care either way. Most likely he's simply not willing to take the chance when he can just dispatch the threat himself and be done with it.

But with that being said, Sui's immediate decision to kill Nanao still seems poorly thought out. How does he know that killing Nanao wouldn't mess up the chemical balance and inadvertently trigger the sodum? Or that Nanao didn't have a real solution that would justify sparing him (which he does)? It just feels unnecessarily risky for Sui to assume things about the situation without getting the full details, even if Taiyo and Nanao probably couldn't tell him the specifics beyond "it's a trade secret."

It's especially odd that Sui jumps to offensive mode so quickly in light of his professional relationship with the Yozakuras—if it was some rando spy doing this, then Sui's reaction would be way more understandable, but he knows the Yozakuras. Even if he doesn't trust them, he knows they're super elites who take their missions seriously, and he knows that Nanao seems to have a plan here. Would someone who DIDN'T have a plan have swallowed that thing? Combined with what they heard Taiyo and Nanao talk about over the phone, it seems pretty damn obvious that they don't need to be treating this as a no-options-left crisis situation.

The most logical thing to do in this scenario would be to stop and ask what Nanao's thought process was—if Sui had waited even two minutes to clarify Nanao's intentions, then it wouldn't have become this huge thing. But Sui's need to follow protocol and complete the mission as intended ended up making it a bigger thing than it needed to be, which almost had drastic consequences for all four of them.

(You could argue that this is poor writing bc it doesn't make logical sense for Sui to do what he does, but to me this is more about Sui's decision making than anything about the writing. I feel like Sui's focus on completing the mission "correctly" made him blind to other options, even when the "correct" way was objectively not the best. And tbh the illogical elements in this decision makes Sui more interesting to me! It implies that he's a deeply scrupulous person who puts the outcome of the mission before all else—even if it would cause far more trouble than it's worth in the long run. That's the mark of a well-developed character and of someone who could be genuinely dangerous despite being on the protagonists' "side.")

[tjnewsnigeria]

Rivers Governor Fubara Tells Wike to Let Go, Calls for Peace Amid Tensions. Rivers State Governor Siminalayi Fubara has urged his predecessor and current Minister of the Federal Capital Territory (FCT), Nyesom Wike, to relinquish control over the state and allow peace to prevail. Fubara, speaking on a Channels TV programme on Monday, expressed his frustration over the escalating tensions in the oil-rich state, which have persisted despite his efforts to maintain peace. Read Also : Obio-Akpor Vice Chairman to Wike: ‘If You Burn the Secretariat, We’ll Rebuild It Fubara defended his decision to conduct the local government elections on Saturday, despite resistance from Wike’s supporters in both the Peoples Democratic Party (PDP) and the All Progressives Congress (APC). “I have all the guts to do these things,” Fubara declared, emphasising that he had no regrets about the election. The governor revealed the extent of his efforts to appease Wike, including personal appeals. Read Also: May I Not Marry A Woman That Will Be Too Weak To Conceive Sons For Me – Man Says “There is nothing I have not done on this earth for peace to reign. I can tell you the number of times I have knelt to beg to allow this issue to go,” Fubara said. However, despite these efforts, tensions in the state have continued to rise. When asked what message he would give Wike, Fubara responded, “I’ll tell him that it has gotten to a point where he needs to let go. We need peace in this state. You don’t necessarily need to win all the fights; at times, you just let go for the sake of the good people of Rivers State.” Fubara stressed that the election period was over, and it was time for governance. He called on Wike and all political actors to set aside their differences for the good of the state. “We need to secure the state,” he said. "Even to the minister, my oga, there is no need to destroy this state.” He added that the state had been an “envy of every other state” during Wike’s tenure, and urged him to support the current administration for the remaining term. "After four years or eight years, who knows? I will also leave, and someone else will take over. That should be the spirit." Fubara also addressed the recent arson attacks on local government secretariats in Rivers State, distancing himself from the violence. He reiterated his call for peace and governance, noting that political disputes should not disrupt the lives of the state's residents. The governor revealed that he had warned of potential unrest when he swore in the 23 newly elected local government chairpersons on Sunday, citing aggrieved political actors as those attempting to destabilise the state. Despite this, he urged all parties to focus on rebuilding and governing the state in peace.

[thecelestiallegacies]

Journey to Batuu Vulcan's Voice || Brandy's Voice Oga's Cantina

Early Sunday morning, Brandy and Vulcan were boarding the shuttle to Batuu with Thorne's ashes safely tucked away in their luggage. It was all a bit sobering and even though Vulcan wanted to go, the anxiety of going back into space wrapped tight around him.

Brandy saw Vulcan's fear and held his hand in her own. "Deep breaths." She encouraged gently.

Vulcan did as the teen instructed and it led him to chuckle. "It should be me encouraging you, shouldn't it?"

Brandy shrugged and smiled at him "Quit being scared then, I dunno."

They shared a hearty laugh over the notion and just as quickly, their flight was ending and they were in the dwelling, getting new looks and ordering food from docking bay 7.

They travelled to Oga's cantina to get an idea of the locale and ask around about the conflict that had recently spread across Batuu.

The circular domed building protruding from one of the Black Spire Outpost's many petrified trees near Smuggler's Alley on Merchant Row, was run by the Blutopian crime boss Oga Garra and was known for serving pilots, bounty hunters, smugglers, locals and galactic travelers. These denizens used the establishment to conduct illegal business, meet a friend, confront an enemy or just unwind. It eventually gained a reputation as a popular pit stop for those looking to avoid the eyes of the authorities.

[zoobmak009]

Samsung to employees: Be more diligent and report the negligence of your colleagues

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Samsung is going through a tough time as the chip industry is going through its worst times in years. To improve its business, the Korean company is tightening the work discipline of employees in its Device Solutions business unit.

According to a report by The Korea Times , Samsung has also asked employees to report superiors or other team members who neglect their duties or unfairly receive welfare benefits.

The maker of Samsung phones has also asked employees to state their name and team when reporting, and has assured employees that their names will not be revealed.

Samsung has asked its employees to take precautionary measures and not cause harm to anyone. In an email, Samsung has introduced several disciplinary measures, including measures against gaming while at work and exaggerating working hours.

The new measures come after several requests from younger employees who complained of poor discipline among senior team members. However, this move is likely to backfire; Because it can damage teamwork and team bonding.

After the new disciplinary measures were announced, an anonymous Samsung employee posted on Blind that the new rules reminded him of the Joseon Dynasty's (1910-1392) "Oga Jaktung" law. Uga Jaktung refers to a system where people were forced to monitor their neighbors and report any violations. Blind is Samsung's internal anonymous chat app that only approved employees can join.

In addition to the new measures, Samsung has become stricter in evaluating the performance of its employees. This can lead to pay cuts or withholding of pay raises for those who perform poorly.

Samsung has just finished reorganizing and promoting its senior staff and senior executives. The company plans to gather all its senior executives around the world to discuss the business plan for 2024 and the necessary measures to overcome the current economic downturn.

[sailorwink]

Looking At The Stars At Night - A MaFia Fanfic

🟣🐃

"Haaa...I love being out and about with you..."

Oga happily said while walking through the shopping district in the city with Shien on a fine evening. The Jackal Beastman had recently asked the Majin earlier on if he wanted to go on a date with him, and the latter happily agreed with the former.

Both Oga and Shien spent much of their evening together in the shopping district, going window-shopping first and then having a luxurious meal together at a fancy restaurant.

After leaving the fancy restaurant together, Shien noticed something about the night sky above the city.

"The city is so beautiful at night..." Shien said while looking at the night sky above the city. "But we can't see the stars from down here."

"You're right Shie-Pi." Oga replied to Shien while looking at the night sky above the city. There were so many tall buildings blocking both Oga and Shien's view of the night sky and preventing them from seeing the stars even though the full moon was the only thing that was still visible in the night sky and was also still shining brightly.

Then, an idea came into Oga's brain.

"Oh...! I have an idea...!" Oga said before turning his attention to Shien. "How about we go to another location where we can see the stars...?"

"Sounds like a good idea to me...!" Shien agreed with Oga.

Immediately after that Oga used his demon sorcery to open up the portal, startling the citizens that were passing by both him and Shien. And then both Oga and Shien walked through the portal and entered a new location.

"Where are we...?" Shien asked Oga.

"On top of the hill and far and away from the city." Oga answered Shien's question. "There are no buildings blocking our view of the night sky, so we can see the stars together."

"You're right Oga..." Shien replied to the Majin. Both Oga and Shien can see the stars, but they can only see the faint glimmering from the stars. If only there was a way for both Oga and Shien to get close enough to the night sky and see the stars clearly...

But then, another idea came into Oga's brain after a minute of thinking.

"I've found a way for us to see the stars just now...!" Oga said as he looked at Shien.

"You do...?" Shien asked Oga.

"Yes...I need you to hold my hand Shie-Pi." Oga said as he held his left hand out towards Shien.

"Oh...OK..." Shien said as he took Oga's left hand with his right hand.

After that Oga began to focus deeply and a green aura surrounding him began to glow brightly while holding onto Shien's right hand with his left hand.

Shortly afterwards Oga began to grow bigger and taller, and the left hand that Shien held onto was getting bigger as well, slowly enveloping the Jackal Beastman.

The process only took a couple of minutes, and eventually Oga reached his fully gigantic form, with Shien carefully holding onto the Majin's enormous left hand while being shielded from the cold wind.

"Now we can finally see the stars properly and clearly now." Oga proudly said to Shien who stood up and saw the stars with the Majin. Oga was right...The stars in the night sky were much clearer and closer to both Oga and Shien, and they can finally see the shining light of the stars in front of them.

"Wow...!" Shien happily said as he looked at the shiny stars with a smile on his face while standing on Oga's left hand. "Thank you so much Oga!"

Oga quietly responded to the happy Jackal Beastman Shien with a smile on his face while making sure that the latter didn't end up falling off his left hand from both happiness and excitement. And then both Oga and Shien spent the rest of the night looking at the shiny stars in the night sky.

#holostars

#kageyama shien

#aragami oga

[myriadxofxmuses]

"Hack into their comms," she told him almost nonchalantly.

When Ian had asked for her help, she'd known the risks. For both of them. But Ivy also knew how important it was to foe him to find his comrade and time was running out - the powers that be tight lipped about everything.

"Look, Ian asked me for help so here I am. He told me you were my main point of contact, so I'm just looking for any information you might have about Jimmy and his capture. He wants answers same as you. I don't need a lecture on the dangers of snooping around the OGA. I know what I'm getting into. This isn't my first rodeo. How do you think he got those helpful blueprints of the hospital?" she admitted vaguely.

open to anyone

"Okay wait- run that by me again. You want to do what, now?"

[hllfireclb]

Eddie Munson as your boyfriend! Headcanons!

I love writing headcanons

Warnings: probably none, fluff & cursed words, maybe some teasing, mention of smut (mdni), y‘all still go to Highschool so parents will be involved (if you��re an adult rn)

There definitely will be a part 2!!

My Masterlist

Tell me what you want fr but Eddie IS this perfect 50/50 boyfriend. 50% all fluff, goofy, chaotic, clumsy and cheesy. 50% serious, caring, knowing how to take care of you in every way (or the 50% are just the daddy he is, I said what I said.)

Would do anything to see you smile even if you‘d sit in front of him, crying. He‘d hold your hands in his and stroke over them softly to calm you down.

"Hey Sweetheart, was Mrs. O'donald that mean today? Always told 'ya she‘s a witch or something! Maybe an Oga!"

"Eddie stop it‘s not funny!"

"I‘m sorry darling..y'know just wanted to make you smile. Bad timing I know..come here, I’ll take care of you" and with that you sit in his lap, your head on his shoulder and hidden in his messy curls.

He definitely snores. DEFINITELY.

Congratulations! You‘re not just his partner no! You’re also his own personal teddy bear and don’t even think about moving (or breathing, lol joke)

Trying to do a diet? Not with Eddie. That boy lives for junk food and drinks.

Friday nights = your date night. None of you skips it for nothing. you’re sick? Eddie comes over and takes care of you. You have to work longer than usually? Eddie comes to your work and waits until you’re finished. Your parents said no? Eddie sneaks inside. Yep. You‘ll definitely meet.

Mostly movie or game nights with a shared blunt and sweets which lead to hot Make out sessions and at least 2 good hours of you screaming Eddie’s name (I said what I’ve said)

He always wants to join you when you’re about to take a shower but sometimes you say no, so he just stands in the door frame like a creep and watches you , you didn’t say anything against that right?:D

"Ed‘s stop! I said I wanted to shower alone today love!“

"And you are! But I also have to go inside of there!"

"If you need to take a shit just do it!"

"Are you sure 'bout that y/n?“ he smirks and raises an eyebrow

"No no! But it’s getting cold because of the opened door!"

And with that the door is closed from the inside and Eddie leans against the sink with crossed arms and a grin on his lips.

Always rolls a joint for the two of you when you say you wanna meet because he knows that you at least want to take one drag

Has a picture of you in his box where he keeps the drugs and next to his other Sweetheart (his guitar)

Gave you his guitar pick necklace and you made one for him with one of your favorite necklace extras

Gets you flowers from a daisy or sunflower field

Little self-made gifts for you or him

Dates, dates, dates. Did I mention dates? He wants to do so much with you like sneaking into a theater, a roller skate or ice skate disco (even if you had to convince him with that one), buy some ice cream, go swimming in lovers lake, go camping and so so much more!! It will never get boring

Obviously writes songs for and about you, even plays them at the hideout with corroded coffin

You’re the first person who hears about the new dnd campaign ideas he has, will also ask you for help or if you have any ideas

Will get you into dnd, if you want it or not

When you finally agree on joining hellfire, it doesn’t take him 2 seconds to give you your own shirt (because you always wore his) and will explain your whole game character to you because he‘s planned it since the first day you‘ve met

No matter how many times Eddie tells you to come to him if you feel bad so you can talk about it, he‘ll never do it himself. He always hides that he‘s also breakable. That he’s a human.

This is the reason you two have some small arguments sometimes, you just want that boy to know that he‘s safe and that you love him no matter what :(

Eddie is traumatized. That’s a fact. He needs a lot of love and attention and just needs to get reminded of it every day (what you love to do really!)

Mostly needy 1-2 blunts until he talks about how he really feels, will even start crying and shaking like a leaf in your arms sometimes because he‘s so overwhelmed with everything. He grabs you and holds you so close to him because he’s scared that you’ll be gone if he opens his eyes again.

You hold him close and support him just the way he needs and deserves it. Gosh that boy loves you so much for it.

Barely falls asleep first because he likes to admire you in your sleep, while you lay in his arms, he also loves playing with your hair softly, smiling like an idiot in love (he is an idiot in love xoxo)

[rumalumasuns]

Random Scenarios Holostars Pt. 1

With Axel Syrios, Izuru Kanade, Oga Aragami, and Shien Kageyama

For gender-neutral readers~!

! - might be ooc, I apologize -> these characters don't belong to me, but the Hololive/Holostars company!

!- This is a work of fanfiction! Not meant to be super realistic lol

! - Romantic Fluff :D

! - Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Last Name, M/N = major name, S/N = School Name

Axel Syrios - Basketball =^o.0^=

"Oi, Y/N! Let's play ball!" exclaimed Axel excitedly as he ran over to your house that was across from his and threw you a ball.

You laughed as you caught it with ease. This was a memory from a couple of years ago when you became good friends with Axel Syrios, your neighbor who was around your age. Since this moment, whenever Axel was done with his classwork, he'd come over to your house and you would shoot some hoops together, occasionally with other friends from S/N. In addition to these hangouts, you two would also study together at your house. Well, it was mainly you trying to keep Axel from failing in certain subjects while he tried to distract you from the work he didn't want to work on.

Years passed and it was summertime now, and you two were soon coming to the end of your last year of high school. Although you two didn't acknowledge it, there was some slight tension as you knew that you would have different paths in the future: him with his "classified" job that he got accepted into, while you were going overseas to study at university.

You had just finished night studies and were on your way back home together, side by side as always.

The way back to your neighborhood was quiet. You passed the convenience store you two frequented to get a quick snack on the way back, the PC center that you two saved up money for, and the book and manga cafe where you shared many laughs. Your head was swirling with thoughts.

"Hey Y/N," said Axel, breaking the silence. You turned to him. He pointed behind him, where the basketball court you two used to play in was. There were stray, beat-up basketballs strewn in the corners of the court.

"Wanna play ball?"

You nodded.

"I'm gonna win this time for sure!" you exclaimed, then sprinted towards the court. "Try to keep up!"

"Oi!" shouted Axel as he laughed and started running after you.

No matter how many times you two have done this, it never got old: the thrill of running so quickly your hearts sped up, the adrenaline high you got from your competitiveness, the texture of the worn basketball hitting your hands as you dribbled it across the court.

You only beat Axel a few times throughout your entire life: once was because he underestimated you, another because you felt in top form, and some other times because he went slightly easier on you whenever he was feeling nice (though you always got pouty about that because you wanted to win on your own). Sometimes, you'd have rewards for whoever won: the loser would buy snacks for the winner, the loser would do errands for the winner for a day, etc. You didn't always enjoy it, as you lost more often than you won, but it was still fun. Plus, it was a way for you to spend time with Axel, someone you liked for years now (though his dense brain wouldn't know it).

After an hour or so of playing, you lay down on the dusty court, not caring about how your allergies will probably kick up soon or how unhygienic it was to lay on the court. You were going to wash up once you got home anyways.

Axel laughed at your defeated form before jogging over to your side and laying down next to you. You looked at him with a glare and also in slight shock: how did he have the energy to jog to you???

"It's my win, Y/N. What should I do to you~?" asked Axel teasingly as he reached over and started poking your cheek. Your face grew warm at the contact, but you pouted at his taunting words, turning over to face him with another glare.

"You don't know when to let me win, do you?" you said with a humph. "What do you want from me this time?"

Axel pondered for a moment, his finger still poking your cheek. You tried swatting it away, but he ended up just putting his finger back in place so you gave up.

"...A kiss," Axel mumbled. You didn't really hear him the first time, so your face became one of confusion.

"Sorry, can you repeat that?"

"I want a kiss... on the cheek!" he almost shouted loud enough for you to flinch. You took some time to process his words before your face bloomed into a red hue.

"WHAT?"

"I SAID ON THE CHEEK-"

"NO, I KNOW WHAT YOU SAID BUT WHAT???"

Your face was bright red now, and so was Axel's. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly before peering at you in a flustered state.

"Y/N... what if I told you that I liked you for a long time? What if I told you that I'm afraid of what's to come after our graduation, and that I'll regret it right now if I keep acting like I want to be just your friend. The truth is, I don't. I want to be more, ya know?"

You stared at Axel in shock. He stood up from where you two were laying down, taking your silence as a rejection, and kicked away a stray basketball before slowly shuffling to the court's exit. Realizing that he was leaving, you stood up quickly and regained enough energy to run after him and grab his sleeve.

"W-wait!" you exclaimed, gasping for air as Axel looked at you with surprise and a glimmer of hope. "M-me too! I l-like you too!"

Axel's eyes widened before he started laughing heartily.

"Really?!" he exclaimed happily before picking you up and swinging you around.

"Woah! Hey, w-wait put me down, Axel!"

"No can do! I'm not letting you go now!" he said as he ended the swinging and just hugged you close. You stayed in that position for a couple moments, just basking in the quiet and listening to your heartbeats, loud and fast. Just like when you were playing basketball together.

After a couple moments passed, Axel opened his mouth.

"So, uh, can I get my reward now?"

You looked at him before slapping your hands on either side of his face and bringing his lips to yours.

You didn't know what would happen in the future, but it didn't matter because you knew that it would work out in the end. For now, you just wanted to enjoy your moment with your longtime friend, now boyfriend, and keep this memory in your mind forever.

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Izuru Kanade - Singing Together =^-w-^=

You and Izuru were both livers - you, Liv/N (liver name) were an independent VTuber while Izuru was part of Holostars and debuted before you. While Izuru tended to stream more games and singing, you were more of a cover singer and someone who did zatsudans, with the occasional game streams and fun collabs with other livers.

When Izuru's Love me, Love me, Love me cover came out, you absolutely loved it and reached out to him to ask if you two could collab on a cover sometime. Unbeknownst to you, Izuru really admired your cover songs as well and was excited to work with you.

He responded casually with some enthusiasm, and this exchange sparked a friendship, where you two sang together often, went through ideas of collab streams, and sent each other memes at random hours during the day.

Despite your slight language barrier, you two managed to communicate in some way or another (pictures, translation devices, learning a little more of each other's languages).

Eventually, after a couple of months passed, Izuru had the courage (and permissions) to ask for an off-collab with you. Excited to finally meet in person with your friend, you responded to his inquiry with great energy.

"Of course! When and where?" you exclaimed as you leaped up from your chair abruptly, your grin on your face widening as you held your phone to your ear. Izuru just chuckled at you. Your face grew warm as the sound of his laugh tickled your ear. Lately, you felt a little shier whenever you talked with Izuru. No longer were you thinking of him in just an idolizing and admiring way, but in a way that was something more. You didn't want to burden him with these feelings, though, because of his busy schedule and such, so you chose to bury these feelings deep inside.

After your long phone call, you two decided to meet up at your house and decided that your collab stream would be streamed on your channel. You two planned on doing some chatting during the stream before you would do karaoke together.

Once your setlist for the day was set and tickets were booked, you said good night to Izuru before ending the call. Your heart was beating rapidly and blood rushed to your ears. Izuru- you were going to meet him! In the flesh!!!

You jumped up and down before looking around at your messy house. Your excitement quickly died down once you realized how much work you had to do to clean the place. Dejectedly, you turned on your stereo before bringing out the cleaning gloves and mask, getting ready to clean the darkest parts of the residence that would take a couple days to clean. Luckily, Izuru was coming in a couple weeks, so it meant you had plenty of time to prepare.

First, you had to clean out the entire house, in case Izuru wanted to explore or see any parts of your house. Then, you had to clean your streaming room... yeah, it was about time for it to be purged. You also had to install your new equipment that was shipped to you that day (new mics and PC parts) and make sure your stuff was in top shape so that there wouldn't be any chance for things to break on the day Izuru came.

After two weeks, it was finally time for your collab. You were in the airport holding a sign that said: "F/N" (you decided to go with a fake name, F/N, for Izuru in case any of his fans happened to be in the airport and could dox him). You and Izuru also came up with a phrase to say to each other ("I'm sure we'll reach our dreams, no matter how far they may be.") in case either of you met with the wrong person.

Finally, you spot a guy in a black hoodie with a guitar on his back approaching you nervously. He stuttered out, "I'm sure we'll reach our dreams, no matter how far they may be." Your face brightened.

"Izu!" you whispered loud enough for only him to hear as you shook your sign. "It's me!! Liv/N!" you said excitedly. Izuru's face became one of relief as he smiled softly and whispered a greeting. You offered your hand in order to take his suitcase, but he, misunderstanding your intentions with a slight blush, took your hand in his own and gestured for you to lead the way.

Your face became warm, as you realized he understood what you were going for, but you turned around quickly and led him to your car in the airport parking lot. For a week, you two would have a housemate situation, where Izuru would occupy the guest room in your house. You two weren't just together for one stream after all: you two were also going to record your cover together and give each other pointers while doing so.

Once you dropped off all of his things in the guest room, you told Izuru you would be in the kitchen to make food while he got settled in. He nodded as you closed the door to the room. He then quickly buried his face into the pillow of the bed next to him. He was here, with you, for a whole week, in person! Nothing could stop the loud thumping of his heart, and he hoped that later his heart would calm down enough so you wouldn't hear how loud it was.

After a couple moments of staying still in bed, Izuru heard your calls to him to get to the dining table to eat. He quickly perked up and got out of his room, excited to eat the food that you made.

The rest of the week, you two worked hard singing your cover, giving each other tips, and reminding each other to take breaks. While Izuru did the mixing, you worked on the art for some scenes while collaborating with the animator of your music video. When you both chose to take a break, you would cook together or play a game on your switch. You would also come up with a set list to play for your off-collab stream.

A couple nights before your off-collab stream, you two were sitting on your living room couch across from each other as you were thinking of what to tweet to hint at your off-collab.

"What about tweeting 🎸❀? Since those are our oshi marks?" asked Izuru as he held up his tweet draft. You nodded, thinking it was a good idea before quickly typing the two emojis up. He counted off, and you two sent your tweet at the same time.

"3...2...1...," he said. A couple moments afterward, the retweets, likes, and comments flooded in your notifications.

"OMG???" "WHAT!" "IS THIS WHAT I THINK IT IS??" said many comments as people talked about how jealous they were, how excited they were, as well as some hate comments but you two were used to them. You put down your phone and smiled at Izuru.

"Shall we practice our songs now?" he asked shyly as he pulled up the lyrics on his laptop. You nodded before coming next to him to look at the lyrics. He flinched a little before he calmed down and softly started to sing. You joined in, also singing softly in order to save your vocal cords for the actual stream.

It was you two together on the couch, side by side, singing songs that were duets in English/Your Language and Japanese. Eventually, you two got to the song Melt, a Miku song. While you two were singing, you felt Izuru's eyes on you the entire time. You looked at him to make eye contact with him and maintained it all throughout the song. It finally ended, and you two were breathless. Izuru then opened his mouth.

"Meruto tokete shimaisou…suki da nante zettai ni ienai... (I feel like I'm about to melt, but I can never say I love you...)," he sang softly as he took your hand gently before looking into your eyes again.

You blushed hard before gripping his hand with both of yours.

"Datte kimi no koto ga …suki na no (But...I like you)," you sang back.

Izuru's eyes widened and his face broke into a large grin. He laughed in delight before hugging you. You two stayed in this position, glad you could bring your feelings forth to each other. You decided not to sing Melt for your collab. Maybe in the future, if things went well and you decided to reveal your relationship, you would. But for now, it was a song for you two to sing for each other.

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Oga Aragami - Building Gunpla Sets =^owo^=

When you and Oga were younger, you would go to the ocean, and build sandcastles near the beach. If it was too rainy, you two would go to either of your houses and build LEGO sets together (the Death Star was a challenge, but nothing you two couldn't handle!).

Then, when you were a little older, Gunpla came out. Instead of having late nights over playing Monopoly and watching movies (although you two still do it on occasion), you two began to play music in the background and chatter as you built huge gunpla sets together.

To this day, even after graduating from university, you two would meet up and hang out and eventually date. When you two were together, you most often chatted about anything and everything as you two built large gunpla sets.

“Hey, Y/N, hand me that piece next to you.”

“This one? Here you go,” you said as you handed him the tiny piece.

With a satisfied smile, Oga clicked the last piece into the figure he was working on. He was so excited that one more piece of his collection was finally finished. While looking at his happy smile, you also smiled. How could you not? His smiles were contagious.

Realizing you were staring, you quickly looked away from him and down to your hands, which held an unfinished gunpla ship. You were flustered and hoping that Oga was too occupied with his figure to notice you.

Your prayers went in vain as you heard Oga chuckle.

“Why is your face so red, haha?” he asked as he laughed while having one hand covering his signature sharp-toothed grin. Though you were flustered, you didn’t hesitate to give him a light smack on the shoulder.

“Shut up, also stop covering your face when you laugh like that. I’ve seen your full laugh before. I’m not afraid or anything, we’ve known each other for so long,” you said loudly, as you turned away from him in embarrassment.

You knew the reason why he covered his mouth: despite the fact that you two lived in a world filled with supernatural beings (from a star to a beastman), Oga still chose to hide his more scary parts of himself, such as his horns and his sharp teeth, by either covering them or using magic to conceal them. You hated it. Oga was a sweetheart - he only seemed intimidating to others because he doesn’t talk much to people he doesn’t know.

You stared at the gunpla ship in your hands before gentle, large hands placed themselves over your own. You looked up, only to meet eyes with Oga’s piercing green ones. He smiled at you gently, before reaching over to your head to stroke it. You felt your face grow warm, but continued to look at him with a slight pout.

“Don’t worry, I’ll try to cover my face less from now on. I know you don’t like it,” he said with a soft voice as he took the gunpla ship from your hands before setting it down carefully and taking your hands into his own.

You nodded, the blush on your face widely apparent. Oga chuckled softly in amusement before bringing your hands to his face and kiss your knuckles. Your blush darkened, and you started to stutter.

“T-that’s not fair! Hey, give me your hands too!”

Oga laughed.

“Nope!” he said cheekily as he got up and started towards the kitchen.

“You can’t get away from me that easily!” you replied as you got up to follow him before tackling him with a back hug.

You two looked at each other before laughing.

What a fun day.

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Shien Kageyama - Making Omurice =^-o-^= (using this recipe)

You met Shien during the time you were studying in Japan. While you were a M/N major, Shien was a business major with a minor in music. Shien was pretty famous. Not only was he very athletic and great at studies, but he was also a kind person who offered to tutor his peers.

The only reason you two met was that while taking a business class you were interested in, you needed some peer tutoring and got assigned to Shien as your tutor.

You two hit it off well: not only was Shien really friendly, but he also made many of the concepts you were struggling with easier to understand. Grateful for his help, you tried to give him the peer tutoring fee after your session ended, but he refused it and instead asked for your number while grinning. Ever since, you two talked, studied, and hung out together.

One day, you were in Shien's abnormally large house (basically a traditional Japanese-style mansion) for a study session. Although this wasn't the first time you had ever come to his house, you still couldn't get used to the people in black suits milling around, or the fact that Shien's family had cleaning maids and cooks making 5-star meals.

Although you loved the food you ate in the household, sometimes you wanted to make something for Shien by yourself. You don't know when this desire came along. Maybe it was after Shien's nanny, Nana, showed you a picture of Shien when he was younger during one of your breaks while Shien was out. The picture had a smol Shien happily eating away at some omurice.

You may not be a gourmet chef, but omurice was definitely something you can do. So, at the study session, you casually brought it up during a moment of silence.

"Hey, I was wondering if we could cook something together? We've done a lot together, but I don't think I've ever cooked anything for you," you said as you were scribbling down some equations on paper.

It was quiet after you brought it up, so you looked up to see what Shien's reaction was, only to see his shocked face. You tilted your face in confusion but laughed at him.

"Why are you giving me that look?" you asked as you continued chuckling. Shien snapped out of his daze.

"I'm not- I mean, y-yeah it would be cool to cook something together. What do you have in mind?"

"Hmmm, I've been craving some omurice actually," you replied as you looked down again at your paper and wrote the answer to another problem. You heard Shien grunt in agreement.

"Alright, I'll ask Nana to get our ingredients-"

"Actually, I was wondering if we could just do everything on our own? I don't want to burden Nana and it would be a fun experience, right?" you interrupted as you looked up at him.

Shien's mind processed what you said before a domestic image of you two shopping together and then cooking showed up in his mind. His face warmed up and he prayed that you wouldn't notice. For being a part of a mafia, he was terrible at concealing his emotions when it came to you. He just looked down flustered at his computer in front of him before nodding slowly.

"It's settled then!" you exclaimed as you got up. "I was getting hungry anyways, and I'm sick of working right now. Let's go!"

You pulled Shien up, and he readily followed you, and you headed to the nearest grocery store.

While getting ingredients for omurice, you two joked around and got some additional snacks to eat for later. Meanwhile, Shien was wondering if this could continue if he had a future with you, or even if you two just remained friends. He hoped this fun would last, as being a part of the mafia meant threats could come in at any time.

Luckily, the author doesn't want any drama, so nothing bad happened on the way back.

When you two got back to the mansion, Shien guided you to the kitchen, which was surprisingly empty. Likely, Shien ordered the cooks to stay out while he was in there with you. You pulled up a recipe from your laptop and got to work: Shien chopping the ingredients and you frying.

There were a few close calls (your shirt got too close to the stove, and Shien almost cut through the cutting board) but eventually, you made two plates of hot, savory omurice. Shien handed you a ketchup bottle, which you used to write and draw on Shien's omurice, and he did the same for yours. You two couldn't look at what the other wrote on the omurice until you got to the dining table.

When you sat down, you handed each other the omurice with the messages, and yours had a large heart on it. Surprised, you looked up at Shien's flustered face with his eyes looking straight into yours.

No words were needed, and you nodded at him before laughing at how silly the confession was. He sighed with relief, and you two dug into the omurice.

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Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed the scenarios. I'm planning to do more! &lt;3

Please tell me in the requests of any other Holostars members you'd like me to do!

[yolomoncompany]

Reading through Beelzebub again and I just realized; Oga gives up quite easily when it comes to relationship stuff. It makes sense given his past. Nobody was willing to stay by his side until he met Furuichi, and although he learned to open up to others through that friendship, he still seems to anticipate and fear rejection. So he pushes people away, or, if he gets into a conflict, he lets the other person leave him instead of trying to resolve the problem. He gives up.

In contrast, Furuichi never seems to give up on his relationships, no matter how much it hurts him. He refused to give up on Oga, and he kept trying to connect with his classmates even though they were constantly calling him names and picking on him.

One incident that really stands out to me is when Beel got a fever and stuck to Tojou. Chapter 26, Oga sees Beel on Tojou’s back and starts panicking. Instead of trying to figure out what’s going on, he tries to leave. Furuichi is the one who stops Oga and starts asking questions to get some answers.

No wonder Oga considers Furuichi to be one of the strongest people he knows. Where Oga falters, Furuichi remains unwavering. Or so it seemed. Because keeping an open heart to others means leaving yourself open to getting hurt. And Furuichi gets hurt to the point of not caring if he dies.