#but. maybe

[silverteacups]

also here's a pjsekai vocal ranking that nobody asked for because im bored and um spoilers shiho hinomori ❤️❤️

20. sorry airi ily💔i love her voice a lot especially in marshmary but there are too many songs where i DONT like her voice so

obligatory dakara motto

19. yes i know not very wonderhoy of me but emu for 18th. i just like everyone else's voices better (which is the case for most of the other characters too)

18. saki! i love leo/need i just can't put her higher

17. nothing to say here just toya

16. i've started to warm up to minori's voice actually i just can't rank it any higher

15. tsukasa tenma is still a star i promise

14. mafuyu ily but the others outrank you 💔

13. ichika's voice i like MOST of the time but after akitoya's cover i can't appreciate dramaturgy

12. rui in 11th idk i just can't hear what others like about his voice most of the time. it's like his voice is made of silk and it fits songs like What Sort Of Ending Are You Wishing For? and tumblr forced me to copy and paste the ? but anyway. yeah wxs doesn't really do that so i don't have much to back myself up

11. nene's voice is really pretty. that's it. it's pretty what more do you want from me

10. kanade. her voice is so gentle and sweet, amazing for songs like IDSMILE, cutlery and saisei

9. an shiraishi. fucking lesbian i love her

8. haruka sounds so pretty but in a few songs - emphasis on "a few" - her voice is a little (too) nasal

7. honami's voice is so underrated "her voice doesn't suit leo/need" shut the fuck up listen to her covers. heartrate. morning glory. hare wo matsu. 1. deep sea lily. FLYWAY. tell me her voice "doesn't suit" those songs. there's peaky peaky and i do not care

6. kohane because the GROWTH. i liked her voice even before NEO and pheles because it was cute but (unlike minori) actually suited VBS really well AND she sounds great with akito's higher voice

5. mizuki didn't make the top 3??? wow

4. akito (chesecak 🤤)

3. shizuku is a literal angel. she is not of this world

2. ena shinonomeme

shiho hinomori ❤️❤️❤️❤️

alternative first place: taiga HEYYY YEAHHH HEYYYY YEAHHH THIS IS WHERE YOU ARE CAUCASIAN DESTINATION 🦅🦅🦅🦅🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

changes (this is for myself):

switched airi and minori

switched around honami, toya and ena (i heard ena's aishite, aishite, aishite and dear god those last notes)

switched ena and an

switched ichika and kohane (i love ichika but NEO.....)

switched saki and minori

switched haruka and toya

changed descriptions for airi, tsukasa, minori, kanade, haruka, kohane, honami, mizuki and shizuku

switched shizuku and ena

switched toya and tsukasa

switched rui and nene

switched saki and emu

switched an and kohane

changed descriptions for kohane and honami

[herearedragons]

In Charge(m!Adaar & Cole & others, Champions of the Just, memory loss, 1025 words)

He resurfaces into reality, back to the cold air and drizzling rain, back to the creature grabbing his shoulders, and its face is his face. It screeches as he breaks the grip and shoves it back, shedding its form, scrambling further into the castle - and then it’s gone.

The ground sways beneath his feet, and, for a moment, the world goes dark; his knees fold, but there’s someone to catch him, help him back up.

“Thank you,” he mutters, a reflex; he doesn’t think they even heard. An arm wraps around his shoulders, supporting.

“You got me worried for a second," an unfamiliar voice says, "But you were too tough for it, huh? Should've figured," the person adds with a laugh.

He looks up at them - at her. She’s taller than him, grey-skinned, red-haired(but the white roots of her natural hair are showing, he notes), golden jewelry on her horns. Her face is painted with bold, dark streaks, but the rain is slowly eating away at the paint, and in some places it has already washed off.

She looks back at him, and the smile on her face slowly turns into a frown.

“…You alright, Adaar?”

Adaar. That sounds… familiar?

Oh, Maker. He has no idea who she is. And who’s the Maker? -

No, nevermind. Not the right question right now. Calm down; just calm down.

“Yes,” he says. “I’m fine. We need to finish it off.”

This, at least, is one thing he is entirely sure of.

She leads him into the hall, full of armored humans; templars, he catches the word repeated in different voices. Templars. This place doesn’t seem like a temple; he must be missing something.

Well, he’s missing a lot, and he realizes that more and more with each step, as the woman at his side continues to speak, throwing around names and words he doesn’t recognize; he’s supposed to know her, he realizes. He’s supposed to know exactly what she's talking about.

Another woman approaches, human, dark-haired, shield on her back.

“Adina,” she says, “There is a wounded templar - I know you are not a healer, but she needs help.”

“Well, I’ll try,” the redhead says, uncertain. “It’s not going to be pretty, though.”

“I don't think she cares. She is dying.”

“Oh - oh, shit. I’m coming.” The redhead - Adina, - lets go of him, steps towards the other woman, then throws a glance over her shoulder.

“Rest a little,” she says.

He nods.

As soon as she’s out of sight, he slinks away from the crowd gathering in the hall. It’s not easy, but familiar; some part of him knows how to go unnoticed, and also knows that it’s more difficult for him than others. Something about the way he’s built; his height. The same part of him is aware of the bow on his back, of the correct way to use it and of all the items on his belt. He doesn’t know what any of these small metal things are, but he knows the exact situations in which he’d reach for them.

He slumps against the wall, rubs his eyes; his head hurts, hollow and full at the same time.

Adina. The other woman called her Adina, and his name?

 Adaar. That sounds about right… he thinks so, at least. It’s not as clear as the bow.

“Aqun Adaar,” a voice whispers right next to him - sudden, but not startling, as if in the back of his mind he’d known this person was here the entire time. “Perfect middle, precision, balanced on the boundary between things. They clash, but you make it make sense.”

He looks up; leaning on a wall opposite of him is a figure, face hidden under the ridiculous large hat, turning a dagger in their hands. A familiar figure, he realizes.

“Hello, Cole,” he says, suprised how easy these words flow off the tongue. Yes, Cole - a person he can trust. Not a friend, but at least an ally; Cole helped him somehow, that’s how he knows.

A person he can trust… No, not quite a person. A spirit.

“Are you in my head?”

“No,” Cole says, “Not anymore. All three of us got out, you, me and Envy, but Envy took a piece of you with it. Memories, a reference to build Adaar as he should be.”

“...That’s why I can’t remember.”

“Yes.”

He thinks about it for a moment. First, he repeats the name in his head a few times: Aqun Adaar, Aqun Adaar. He’ll have to remember to respond if anyone calls him that.

“They also use Herald,” Cole says, “But you don’t like it very much.”

Herald… That sparks something new - quite literally; pain and a flash of light in the palm of his hand, startling him. He raises his hand, stares at the flaring green glow, eyes wide.

“It’s the Mark. It’s why you’re in charge.”

“…I’m in charge,” he - Aqun,- repeats.

“Yes.”

“And who takes over if I can’t be in charge?”

“No.” Cole shakes his head. “No one else can be you. You have the Mark, but it’s more than that.” 

“Then,” Aqun says, “They can’t know that I don’t remember.” He glances at the spirit. “Do you understand, Cole?”

“Yes.”

“If I remember - ” he lets out a small, nervous laugh, “- If I remember correctly, you have a way to make people not see you.”

“Yes.”

“And you can read thoughts.”

“Sometimes.”

Aqun sighs.

“...Good enough. Listen,” he says, leaning forward, “This is what we’ll do. You will follow me, unseen, and tell me everything I need to know - names, titles. We’re going to pretend that I know what’s going on.”

Cole blinks, confused.

“…Why?”

“Because I’m in charge,” Aqun says, “And there’s no one to replace me, and Envy is on the loose. We can’t afford the panic, and a panic will come.”

After a moment, the spirit nods.

“You can’t kill Envy yet,” Cole says. “Not before you get your memories back. I don’t know if you will be able to remember once it’s dead.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he says grimly.

[numetaljackdog]

I think you should get the knuckle tats.

you are trying to ruin my life

[jessepinwheel]

I love it when people use "shrimp" to mean "beyond the human range". like "shrimp colors" but applied to other things. "shrimp emotions" "shrimp sounds" "shrimp morality", as if shrimp are living some kind of transcendent existence that humans can never comprehend

[qrowscant]

its been about 6 months

[razzafrazzle]

Just Checking In! (aka Something About Red Triangles)

[charlesoberonn]

This pun is hilarious, but Victor Frankenstein would absolutely not fucking say that.

[word-count-bullet-count]

I've been seeing a lot of knight posts recently. pretty great

[w1lmuttart]

The lake town

[roboticnebula]

Pros of re-reading your own fic

a good time;

Has exactly the tropes you like and the characterization you want to read;

Gratification: yes you did finish a thing and yes you did do good;

just a very fun time all around.

Cons of re-reading your own fic:

Is that another TYpO

[desperatepleasures]

one time I used the ben affleck smoking reaction image in the family group chat and my mom replied with the funniest possible response which was: "mommy doesn't know who the guy is???" and that phrase has not left my brain since. I'll see blorbos on my dash that I don't recognize and I'll be like well it seems mommy doesn't know who the guy is.

[ionomycin]

temple at the end of the road

[the-last-teabender]

A little something for Linguistics Tumblr.

So the Crunchyroll newsroom isn't a "room" so much as a Slack channel. We have news writers all over the US, in Australia, and in Japan. This means we have something akin to 'round-the-clock coverage, but it also means that our schedules respective to each other are skewed. For example, when the East Coast contingent is starting their day, the Japan contingent is shutting down for the evening.

Because of that, we started experimenting with greetings that could apply when Party A was coming in for the morning and Party B was leaving for the night. One person came up with "konbarning": a combination of "good morning" and "konban wa" ("good evening" in Japanese). It stuck.

Over the following months, "konbarning" got shortened to "barning" and other permutations. Now, a year or some later, this is how we announce our arrival:

[froody]

“can straight men be romantically and sexually attracted to men?” sure, I’m not a cop

[theboxfort]

Peace and love