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Koi No Yokan

Chapter 18: The Star Plasma Vessel

Perhaps some greater force allowed them to choose life, even if it means enduring more suffering and pain.

Or maybe, someone has called out to them loudly enough to draw them back.

March 2006 Twenty minutes later.

"Yeah, but you know, I get why Curse User Group Q would be after her, but why would this Star Religious group want to kill a brat?"

"Their object of worship is the pure form of Tengen-sama. Allowing the Star Plasma Vessel, in their minds, an impurity, to blend into him is unforgivable."

I press the key for Amanai's floor, as the elevator takes us up.

"The Star Religious Group is an organization of non-sorcerers. I don't think we need to pay them any mind. The ones to be wary of are Q."

"Well, I'm sure it'll be fine," Satoru hums over the speaker of Suguru's phone. "We're the strongest, after all. That's why Tengen-sama asked for us specifically, right?"

A disturbed expression twists Suguru's face. He sighs.

"What is it?"

"You know, Satoru, I've been wanting to say this for a while," he grips his chin, glancing back and forth between myself and the phone, "But you should stop being so full of yourself."

"Huh?!"

"Especially when you're addressing your superiors. We might end up meeting Tengen-sama, after all. You should be more polite and humble. You'd scare your juniors less, too."

"Kaede's my junior, and she isn't scared."

The elevator doors open to a long, carpeted corridor. "He isn't wrong, you know."

Suguru frowns. "You're enabling him."

"You'll get over it," I say. "Although, I do wish you wouldn't so carelessly categorize yourself with me, Satoru. I am the strongest after all."

He scoffs largely. "Screw that."

"Come on, Satoru," Suguru scolds, but we arrive at Amanai's door in the midst of the hallway, "Whatever. I'll bring it up again later."

I run two fingers along the wood of the door as Suguru rings the bell. "Wait—"

"Coming!"

A rapid beeping follows the girl's voice.

"Huh?" is all I hear, before Suguru's arm pulls me back, and we're enveloped in whatever curse he's managed to summon at the last second. I'm clinging on to the hems of his jacket, bounced roughly down the hall, swarming in smoke.

"You guys alive?" Satoru calls out, most likely having seen the bomb go off from the outside.

"We are, at least."

"You think we'll be blamed if the brat died from that?"

Waving a hand through the smoke, my attention is turned towards the window, where the frame of a small girl darts by. Satoru notices it too, humming over the phone as Suguru and I take a running start.

Squid-like curses plant themselves into the glass, fracturing it before we smash through the window, free falling into the open air. As if diving into water, we plunge down, Suguru conjuring the same curse that had flown me out from the snow. It materializes beneath us, turning upwards sharply as Amanai lands in my arms.

"Would you please stop making us stand out?" Suguru calls out to the Q soldier within the remaining rubble of Amanai's room. A small man in a ridiculous uniform that covers the lower half of his face. "We just got chewed out for that this morning."

"The Star Plasma Vessel," I mutter, looking down at the girl in my grasp. She appears even younger in person, more fragile.

"I know those uniforms. You're sorcerers from Jujutsu High, right? Hand over the kid, or I'll kill you."

"He... understands she's a kid?"

"Now's not the time to be rash, Kaede-chan," Suguru says. "You're still in the air."

"I'll fix that," I say, shifting Amanai into his arms as I leap out into the open air once again. The time jump moves me forward, onto the edge of the building, where I come face to face with the Q soldier.

"Is that your Cursed Technique?" the soldier laughs. "Teleportation?"

"You want to find out what my technique is?" My teeth grit, taking unwavering steps forward as a time barrier rolls out from my body like a wave. It curves through the air aimlessly, slicing through the Q soldier's hand before it crashes into the hotel room's wall.

He falls to his knees, gripping at what's left of his bleeding wrist, "You bitch!"

I knock him to the floor with the lightest tap of my foot. "Do you enjoy killing children?"

The Q soldier is too busy groveling in pain, so my hand seizes him at the neck, pulling him up to face me. "I know it hurts, but I need you to focus right now." I speak slowly for him. "Do you. Enjoy. Killing children?"

"You're crazy!" he howls, flailing wildly in my hand. "Get away from me!"

"You know I've never killed anyone." My eyes roll in bitter disappointment. I want to hear his answer. For him to admit aloud the monster that he is. "But I don't think I would feel anything if I killed you."

"Kaede-chan."

Suguru stands at the edge of the room's gaping hole, Amanai still carefully lifted in his arms. "You won. Let him go."

My grip tightens on the flesh of his throat, "But he—!"

"Let him go."

Feeling my own flurry of betrayal and anger, my eyes switch rapidly between Suguru and the Q soldier. Then I realize: what am I doing? I let go of the soldier's throat at once, taking multiple cautionary steps back, palms raised and open in surrender.

"Good," Suguru sighs, as a curse conjures up from the floor, wrapping its slimy body around the Q soldier. Behind me, he sets Amanai down safely onto the couch. "Can you turn the kettle on?"

"Huh?"

"The kettle," he says plainly, nodding to the complementary setup in the corner.

"S-sure." Fixing the kettle as instructed, staring out at the black tile of the wall, I feel outside of my own body. If Suguru hadn't shown up, would I have done it? Would I have regretted it? And if Satoru were the one here, would he have stopped me? I am the strongest. Would doing whatever I pleased, as Chihiro said, be so far out of the question? Where do my limitations lie? Do I even have any? If the three of us have walked into this knowing that we might defy the higher-ups, Tengen, everyone, do any of the steps we make in the process even matter? One small life in the grand scheme of ours—

"You're thinking too much," Suguru's arms land on my shoulders, "And the kettle's done."

He starts fixing a cup of tea for himself, one sugar.

"Really? Tea, right now?"

"We have time to kill," he argues, holding his teacup in one hand, and guiding me to the couch with the other.

"Please!" the Q soldier, still being swept up by the curse, begs, "Please listen to me! I was wrong!"

We sit there, ignoring the pleas behind. "You've never killed anyone, have you?"

"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!"

"No." He sips his tea. "And I don't plan to."

"What if it's necessary?"

"I've yet to see it be absolutely necessary."

"Let's kiss," the curse responds in a warped voice. "Let's kiss!"

"I'll pull out of this job! I'll quit being a curse user, too!"

"Let's kiss!"

"We're not executioners," Suguru says. "Besides, you don't want that on your conscience. Even the bad guys have siblings and families you'd be taking them away from."

I frown. "You have too much sympathy for them."

"C'mon, kiss!"

"You don't have enough."

"I think we'd be better off if we couldn't feel sympathy at all."

"Of course I'll quit Q, too!" the soldier raises his voice. "I know! I'll go back to the countryside and farm rice!"

Suguru looks past me, to the Q soldier, throwing a hand to his ear in feigned confusion.

"I know you can hear me!"

"Like a curse user could cut it as a farmer," he mutters.

"You can hear me! Damn students acting all condescending, but Bayer-san is here, too! He's Q's strongest combatant." My phone buzzes in my pocket. "He'll take care of you and these things."

"How cute," I coo, holding up the phone to the Q soldier, "Is this your 'Bayer'?"

"...That's him." Bruised and beaten, passed out against a tree, with Satoru smiling proudly for the picture.

Within the next hour, Satoru and I exchange positions while I drag the Q soldiers out to an assistant supervisor. One who can take them back to the school, where their punishments will be decided. Accompanying me is one of Suguru's curses, doing most of the heavy work lugging the two men on its back.

Part of me wonders, "Why not finish them off here, ensure they can never hurt anyone again? Why allow scum like this to live on, when the innocent are forced to die?" But those thoughts only continue to travel in and out of my mind, until the supervisor drives off, and I'm left alone with the curse, riding it as if it were a horse back up to the hotel floor.

My mouth parts in horror the second the elevator doors open. Amanai, now awake, is currently being held up by her arms and legs, screaming at the top of her lungs. "This is disrespectful!"

"What are you doing?!" The boys let go immediately, letting her fall to the floor. "I didn't say drop her!" I take a breath and collect myself. "Amanai, my name is Uematsu Kaede. Myself and my two friends here have been tasked with ensuring your safety until your assimilation with Tengen-sama."

"Uematsu," she lifts her face slowly from the carpet, "W-what are you riding on?"

"A curse from Geto Suguru's technique."

"Bangs guy?"

"Could you please not call me that?" he grimaces. "It's Curse Manipulation. As the name suggests, I can absorb and manipulate cursed spirits."

"This brat is more aggressive than I expected," Satoru huffs from the couch. "I was trying to figure out how to be considerate, thinking she'd be more sentimental about the assimilation thing."

"Hmph, a commoner's way of thinking!"

"Huh?!" Satoru roars.

"Listen up," she hops up onto the curse as if it were her own, "Tengen-sama is me, and I am Tengen-sama! Some might mistake the assimilation for death, as you do, but there's a difference: I might become Tengen-sama through the assimilation, but Tengen-sama will also become me. My will! My heart! My soul will continue to live on after the assimilation."

And now I find myself facing another moral dilemma. Do I tell Amamnai the truth of the assimilation—erasure? Or do I let her continue on in blissful ignorance? "Amanai—"

"You changed your home screen?"

"To Inoue Waka," Satoru grins, flashing his phone at Suguru.

"What?" I hop off the curse, marching over to swipe Satoru's own phone from his hand. On the home screen, a clear image of a beautiful woman in a bikini.

"Do you not like her?" Satoru says.

"Yeah," Suguru smirks. "What's the matter, Kaede-chan?"

I don't care for their unwavering stares, or the sudden interrogation. "Nothing!" I shove Satoru's phone back into his hand.

"Listen to me!" Amanai cries.

"I bet you don't have many friends if you talk like that."

"We won't have to feel bad sending you off."

"I talk normally at school!" Her reddening face drops suddenly. "School! Uematsu, what time is it?"

"It's not noon yet. But I don't think you're—"

"I'll be late!"

"If something goes wrong, it'll be harder to protect you—"

"Be quiet!" she points her finger at me. "I said I'm going, and I'm going!"

∞

"This is completely ridiculous."

"Relax," Satoru coos. "The uniform looks good on you."

Amanai's spare, made for a girl with legs about half the length of mine. "I hate skirts," I grumble.

"You wanted to let her go to school," Suguru chuckles, happily holding my precious, folded up pants and jacket.

I can hardly fathom why this is the plan we agreed on. How, after Amanai insisted she's going to school, I found myself unwilling to deny the wants of a kid I don't even know. The school is only for girls, only open to students, and Amanai is determined to keep the boys out of sight. We have no other choice, not if we want to allow her to see her friends one last time, to have her last chance of normalcy before everything is stripped from her, erased.

"Can we stop chit-chatting about this," Amanai begs, pulling me by the wrist towards the gates. "I'm going to be late!"

Suguru makes sure to wave me off, "Have fun, Kaede-chan."

"We'll be back to pick you up after school!"

"I'm going to kill those two," I mutter, letting Amanai pull me towards the largest of the school structures, into a classroom filled with bright-eyed girls like herself, all of which wore skirts that fell to the appropriate height.

The moment we enter, a small girl, with dark, narrow eyes and brown hair cut into a thick bob, waves, "Riko!"

She seems to hesitate for whatever reason, waving largely yet still at my side. "Go," I tell her. "I'll be here, keeping an eye out."

This seems to give her courage, allowing her to run over and hug her friend largely, "Honami!"

Several other girls in the room begin to swarm Amanai, hugging her in pure excitement. I wonder what all of them would think when she disappears after today, and continue to do so as I followed her from classroom to classroom, waiting in the back, watching.

Would Momoko's life look like this if I enrolled her in a school? Learning, playing, and being adored all day. I think she would have loved this uniform, countless friends, singing in a choir that's slightly out of tune. Would she have been spared her fate if I had done more to get her out of the estate? If I hadn't been so selfish—

"Amanai!"

The chapel doors have burst open, a mess of white hair dashing through. The girls immediately stop singing, the organ fades out, and a complete uproar follows.

"WHAT?!"

"Riko, you have a boyfriend?!" They crowd around her, prying and pushing as they continue to gawk at Satoru.

"No! He's a cousin! Just a cousin!"

"You're a smooth operator," her friend Homani chuckles.

"I told you, he's not!"

"A high schooler?!"

"He's so tall!"

"Hey, mister!"

"Take off your sunglasses!"

Satoru peels his glasses off, and to my dismay, every girl in the room begins to squeal. I even stumble when the girl to my left shoves me, raving, "He's so hot!"

"Such long lashes!"

"Why are your eyes so blue?"

"Could you pose for me?"

Gladly, he puts himself on display from every angle, soaking in the flurry of attention. It's not hard to catch my eye, looking past the sea of girls I stand nearly a foot taller than. When he does, he waves and blows a kiss my way.

"Oh my!" A girl I don't know latches onto my arm. "Did you see that!? Did he wave at you!?"

"Hey, quit getting carried away," I warn him, ripping my arm from the girl's grasp to push my way through the crowd. I lower my voice once close enough, "What's the big deal?"

"Two of the curses Suguru stationed around the school were exorcised."

"I can handle a few Q thugs, you know that right?"

"We couldn't be sure all these brats wouldn't get involved if a fight broke out," he says, still waving and posing proudly for all of those "brats."

"All right, everyone!" The music teacher finally arrives, the clap of her hands echoing through the chapel. "Quiet down. This is disgraceful."

"You know you're curious about him too, Sensei," a girl calls out from behind, several more of them vocalizing their agreement.

"This is inappropriate. Even if you are a relative, you can't just barge in." She scans the both of us up and down. "And you, I haven't seen you before, but that uniform is completely inappropriate."

"You'll have to forgive us," Satoru throws his arm roughly around my shoulder. "It was an emergency."

She's not listening, though, too busy scribbling onto a notepad before trying to pass it over. "Also, here. My phone number."

Despite her whispering, the rest of the room hears, erupting once more into utter chaos.

Satoru's hand reaches up for the note, and I find myself speaking before thinking, "What do you think you're doing?"

"What?" He's smirking at me. "Taking a number can't hurt."

"It can if I hit you."

"You're so pouty today. How cute," he grins. "I'm taking Amanai. Rendezvous with Suguru to find the curse users."

We refocus on the task at hand, able to slip out unnoticed from all the turmoil ensuing between the teacher and her students. Looking back, though, I see Homani is watching, eyes unknowingly cast on her friend for the final time.

"I'm sorry," I whisper to her in my head. She'll never get an explanation to the disappearance of someone she seems to love so much. "I'm so sorry."

Satoru takes off atop the main building's roof, carrying Amanai by the back of her uniform. Not even a few yards ahead, stands a large man, head covered in some kind of bag.

I know he's watching them. Most likely Satoru knows he's being watched. But as I draw closer, I grow sick to my stomach hearing his disgusting thoughts being spoken aloud, "...What a sweet deal. Thirty million for killing a kid who's not even a sorcerer. Maybe I'll have eel tonight. Food always tastes best after killing someone."

These are the people Suguru expects me to show mercy? Men like this who can only think of dining with the fortune they'd gain from killing an innocent girl? Curses, humans, they're all the same. No rhyme or reason. Taking, and taking, and taking.

"Are you from Q or the Star Religious Group?"

He looks over his shoulder. "Another one? Screw off, kid. They're not paying me enough to kill you too."

I repeat myself slowly, "Are you from Q or the Star Religious—Actually, don't answer that. I don't care either way."

He laughs largely, puffing his chest as he begins to march over. "I'll just have to kill you for fun then."

A hairline fracture forms from the soles of my feet to his, breaking open as the ground swallows him up. His entire lower half is caught in the fragmented concrete, arms desperately trying to pull himself out. "What the hell?!"

"Cutting through your torso risks taking out the building behind you. Forcing a time barrier into your body from up close will get messy—after all, this isn't my uniform."

"Are you insane?!" he cries, struggling more at my ruminations.

"I got it!" I snap. "We'll remove your arms for now. One for each 'kid' you wanted to kill."

Closing the distance between us, I grab him by the wrists, raising his struggling arms high up into the air. "Count with me. 1, 2—"

Ink-like puddles form all around us, growing into hands that pin his arms back into the ground.

I turn on my heel. "I wasn't going to kill him!"

"I know that." Suguru lowers his hand, stopping me all the same. "Where's Riko-chan?"

"She left the school with Satoru."

"Then we should head that way too. This has gotten a bit troublesome."

∞

"What do we do?" Amanai's breathing quickens, hands shaking as she holds her phone up. "WHAT DO WE DO?!"

Every word I try to form becomes trapped on the tip of my tongue. I can do nothing but stare at the image of Honami bound and unconscious.

"You have to save her!" Amanai cries, eyes brimming with large, warm tears. "You have to!"

"Wait," I beg. "Please don't cry. Please." My heart breaks, though, as my request falls flat. Heavy streams begin to fall down Amanai's cheeks. She hugs her phone to console herself. "I'll save her!" I blurt out, stopping myself from hugging Amanai until her tears ceased. "I promise, I won't let anything happen to Honami-san." Somehow this all feels deeply like my fault. For letting Amanai go to school in the first place, for underestimating our foes using the people closest to her. "Please don't cry."

"Saving some other brat isn't part of our job. Our priority is getting Amanai back to Jujutsu High."

"Satoru, please—"

"After all this, you're still trying to give her whatever she wants?" He marches up to me angrily, standing so close that his nose prods mine. "You're not here to be her friend or her older sister. Your job is to keep her alive."

"I-I know that."

"Still," Suguru places a hand on Satoru's shoulder, forcing him to take a step back, "Their next move will probably be offering to arrange an exchange for her. Something like trading Amanai for Honami-san, or saying they'll kill Honami-san if we don't kill Amanai. But we have the leverage in any negotiations since we have Amanai. As long as they set up the location for the deal, we can make it work out. Satoru, you can take Amanai back to Jujutsu High now. I'll bring Kaede as a body double—

"H-hold on, I'm going to this deal too! Even if you do manage to save her, what if she isn't back before I assimilate with Tengen-sama? You pulled me from the school so soon. I haven't..." My mouth parts as she grips her skirt, beginning to cry again. "I haven't even said goodbye to her."

"Please don't cry. I'll give you everything you want and more," is what I want to say, but Satoru's right. I'm not her older sister.

"The kidnapper will reach out to us eventually," Satoru shocks me when he pushes by. "If they seem like they're smarter than we expect, and bringing you with us is likely to hurt Honami-san's chance of survival, then we will leave you behind."

Surprised like the rest of us, Amanai manages to wipe the tears from her eyes. "All right. That works."

"In exchange, if you get scared part way through and want to go home, we'll just ignore you. Bear that in mind."

She gulps heavily at his warning, but musters enough courage. "Got it."

Satoru turns back around, stopping before he can walk past me. Lowly, "Don't say I never did anything for you."

[mephinomaly]

[TL] Lady-killer in the Midst of Good Fortune/Chapter 9

Time: That night

Rinne: Oi oi. New Year’s already over. What’s with the dining table?

Are we supposed to be celebratin’ somethin’? Expensive sukiyaki beef is super fancy, eh?

Kohaku: Yeah. Rinne-han musta won it whilst gambling, right? I’m pretty sure that’s how it always goes…

Niki: Fufu ♪ Me and HiMERU-kun bought it ♪

(Whispering) Well, HiMERU-kun bought the full amount for me. I only paid back half of it…

HiMERU: (Whispering) If HiMERU had enough money for the usual cost of shopping on hand, he would have paid for it all.

Niki: (Whispering) That’s not how it should be! I was the one who wanted to eat it so I couldn’t make you pay the full amount!

Kohaku: What are you two babblin’ on about in secret?

Back to it - what’s the reason behind the sukiyaki? Did somethin’ good happen?

HiMERU: —You could say that.

In the shopping district, HiMERU wished to win the first place prize of high-end beef that Shiina desired…

HiMERU got the fourth place prize, which was an electric kettle. It’s true that HiMERU got a good prize.

Rinne: That’s barely an answer. I’m askin’ why’dya purposely go out of your way to buy expensive beef, Merumeru.

Niki: Hey, I paid for it too!

Rinne: Shut it. No-one’s doubting that you paid for food.

…I can imagine how bummed out Niki musta been when you didn’t win. So is that the reason you bought some?

HiMERU: How impolite…

Is it really that strange for HiMERU wanting to fulfil Shiina’s wish to “have a sukiyaki party with the rest of Crazy:B”?

Rinne: Stange for real. You’re not that kind of person, Merumeru.

HiMERU: –Then. HiMERU would also like there to be a day where we enjoy sukiyaki together.

Rinne: Never heard of that kind of day.

Kohaku: …Woah, this is cool. It can boil the water to whatever temperature you set it to.

HiMERU: Oh really?

Fumu, it’s the latest model after all. It’s possible to keep the water warm, and the temperature is displayed there which is good.

Rinne: …Tch, way to dodge the question.

Kohaku: I can make us some tea right away. Let’s have a cup before the food is ready.

…~♪

Niki: Nahaha. You’re really enjoying this kettle aren’t you Kohaku-chan~

Kohaku: I’m impressed how water heatin’ technology has advanced. Here’s your tea, Niki-han.

Niki: Thanksies. The food’s almost ready, so I’ll enjoy this in the meantime.

Kohaku: And here’s yours twos.

HiMERU: Thank you, Oukawa.

Rinne: Gracias, Kohaku-chan… oya?

Check this out Merumeru. The tea stalk’s standin’ up![1] It’s a good omen, I’m gonna be lucky…☆

Kohaku: I was gonna point that out but - that���s good. I think it’s if someone else tells you that it’s floatin’ upright you’ll experience good stuff.

Rinne: Haa~? Everyone forget I just said anythin’!

Niki: (Whispering)...HiMERU-kun.

HiMERU: (Whispering) What is it?

Niki: (Whispering) How’s your tea? A lot of different things happened today, huh?

HiMERU: (Whispering) HiMERU’s tea is… normal. Normal delicious green tea brewed by Oukawa.

Niki: (Whispering) Oh yeah? Does this mean your good luck has completely run out?

HiMERU: (Whispering) Yes. HiMERU hopes it has.

Rinne: There you two go again, natterin’ away. What’s the big secret?

HiMERU: There isn’t one? Shiina was simply asking HiMERU what would be nice to eat after the sukiyaki.

…Ah, it smells wonderful. HiMERU enjoys these more peaceful moments.

HiMERU wants to eat right away–

Time: A few days later. Back at the recording for the fortune-telling variety show

Rei: Well well, it’s that time of week again where we ask Idol-san, Can You Read My Fortune? ♪

Of course, like last time, our guest will be this idol - HiMERU-kun ♪

HiMERU: Good evening everyone. This is Crazy:B’s HiMERU.

Rei: Speaking of HiMERU-kun. It’ll be fresh in your memory that last time, the white rabbit Inaba-kun gave you a gut-wrenching read…

So since then, what sort of good fortune have you had? The audience and myself are dying to hear what happened ♪

HiMERU: Of course…The most fortune thing that happened after Inaba-san’s fortune telling was-

-The four members of Crazy:B enjoyed some delicious sukiyaki together.

Rei: …Oya? As far as I’m aware, HiMERU-kun experienced far more terrifying bouts of luck.

HiMERU: Yes. Many other things happened, but HiMERU purposefully chose sitting around happily with his unit members as the best one.

For example, with family or friends… Spending some time with those people, isn’t that what happiness is about?

The viewers must have had experience of thinking in that way, and spending time like that.

Rei: (Hmm? Is this the truth, or is he just saying this to gain the audience's favour…?)

…Anyhow, it seems there have been some things that happened that were lucky for HiMERU-kun ♪

What sort of method should we use next time on HiMERU-kun? How will this end?

HiMERU: …You jest. Next week’s guest should be an idol other than HiMERU, Sakuma-senpai.

In these twelve minutes, HiMERU has already had more than enough valuable experiences.

Rei: Kukuku. It’s a joke, I’m joking ♪

…By the way, on this show, the idol who has their fortune read must share their impressions of the whole shebang.

Could you give a few words of wisdom, as someone who’s gone through lots of different events?

HiMERU: …Then, this is from HiMERU to all of you.

No matter how lucky an event is, each person has their own way that they’ll feel about it… This was something HiMERU was able to realise.

You might experience good luck, you might experience bad. HiMERU believes it’s up to the individual to decide what it means to them.

–So everyone. Please spend your days treasuring that time you can spend untroubled.

when the tea stalk floats upright in ur tea it’s considered lucky

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[smol-and-passionate]

Lupin III OC WIP excerpt part 2 - attack of the clones (jk)

Context: Lupin visits some time after a heist that rattles Reid, but they're feeling better.

"You should go..." Reid murmured.

Lupin sighed woefully, slumping his shoulders. "And just when I thought we were getting somewhere!" he groaned. "Alright, alright, I'll go. I have to go dress shopping later anyway."

Reid hummed.

"Not with Fujiko," Lupin added. "I'll be all on my lonesome this time around. She didn't want to help out so I'm the girl for the-"

Reid stopped him with a raised hand and pointed at the shop's camera.

Lupin's grin dropped suddenly. "Oh! Dammit!" he exclaimed. "Reid - delete the tape! Please!"

"No," Reid said, cracking a genuine smile.

"Cra-hap!" Lupin whined. "Please?? I'll be your best friend!"

"Are you really a genius?" Reid asked him. "With that big fuzzy head of yours, I'm sure you can come up with something."

"Awe, you're so mean, Reid-chan!"

They sighed. "Maybe you should go before you blab anything else," they said soundly.

Lupin pouted at them. With a huff he pulled out his wallet and handed over the money for the corsage. Reid rang him up and gave him his change before bagging the corsage.

"With service like this, see if I'll ever come in again!" Lupin scoffed dramatically.

"Don't threaten me with a good time," Reid said.

Despite himself, Lupin laughed. "Give Pops my regards!" he called as he turned to leave. "Don't work too hard, Reid-chan!"

Reid took up the highlighter and updated the sales log as he left, marking the name 'Lawrence' for the police.

-end (for now)-

[txxnou]

Yoyo chan & Hydrangeas

so i really wanted to make a long post about the flower imagery in the show but i don't think i'll be able to do a fully detailed one just yet, but here's a short one for yoyo chan & what her love for hydrangeas could mean.

i don't remember which episode it was but i believe there was a scene where yoyo & tsubaki were talking about what's their favorite flower & she replied with hydrangeas. (i think tsubaki kun's response that he doesn't have a favourite bc he likens flowers to people & he doesn't want them to feel bad by choosing favouritism over the other ones is also very telling in of itself as to how he is as a character in the show,but that's another topic for another time).

we started seeing hydrangeas being associated with yoyo in an episode where we get to predominantly see her relationship with her mom & how she feels about it, which i think was done on purpose.

in particular there's this specific scene the morning after yoyo walks away from last night's dinner with her mom after they had a fight together about how her friends were a bad influence on her & stuff. when she comes back in the morning her mother was already out of her apartment & yoyo decides to call her. now i'm getting into what i specifically am trying to address here. yoyo sees the flowers that her mom put in a vase and what do you think it was? yes, they were hydrangeas.

to be more specific they were pink hydrangeas. when yoyo's mom was shopping for flowers she thinks were a perfect gift fit for her daughter in tsubaki san's family's flower shop she specifically stated that she wanted to procure the pink ones specifically since it's her daughter's favourite color. now at some point we already knew that that was not true & we learn from yoyo at some point that her mom likes seeing her in pink specifically & so she decides to get along with it because she felt like she had to among the many expectations that her mom held her up in throughout her life.

now, where does this connect with yoyo & hydrangeas? well, as i mentioned before, yoyo's favorite flowers are hydrangeas and while she specifically stated during her call with her mom that even though her favorite color is purple instead of pink, she doesn't really mind what colors the hydrangeas are & are simply thankful for them. now we're getting to the exciting part, pink hydrangeas usually symbolize love which in this case was symbolizing her love for yoyo. she loved her daughter but was blinded by the fact that she wasn't truly seeing her for who she is. this then correlates to how yoyo says to her mom how her favorite color is purple, let me remind you again that she specifically stated how she doesn't specifically prefer purple ones over the pink hydrengeas but i think there's still a lot of symbolism to be found here since if you connect her love of the color purple + hydrengeas, purple hydrengeas usually represents a deep desire for understanding. which if you watched the show & properly understood what her character was like, then you'd know this is what she seeks first and foremost & more specifically in this case she desired that her mother truly tried to have a better understanding of who she was as a person, her wants & dislikes, flaws & all. not just pushing on to her whatever she deemed right for her daughter to take in in order to be this specific kind of daughter she idealized her to be.

i think it's also worth mentioning again that while yoyo's mom apologized for gifting her pink hydrengeas since she said her favorite color was purple, yoyo replied saying that it's fine & that she doesn't mind it. i think this connects to how she's mentioned before to yukue chan that while she feels stifled by all of the expectations her mom has on her to be the perfect daughter she wanted to be, she knows that that's just her way of showing her she loves her & so it means that while yoyo's mom gave her own version of what "love" (pink hydrengeas) is what she really deeply craved was for her mom to deeply understand her (purple hydrengeas) to her very core & who she is as a person & accept her for it

[havroth-traveler]

Body Mod

I felt myself separating for The Whole, becoming <. Almost immediantly a solid stack of papers appeared before me. a moment later a black BIC pen condensed out of the smoke.  “Okay the ancient laws of the forbearers says that you must not complete the Body Mod.” The first page has the words “Essential Body Modification Supplement” in big, bold text.  The rest of the first page, and most of the second were hidden beneath a black bar.  “Hey, what gives with hiding information from me. the introduction is the most important part” I demanded from >.  “Ah, sorry, all of those bits are directed towards me, your “Jump-Chan” as people in the community might say, I left the important parts for you” he was right of course, I rubbed at one of the lines, and could make out a paragraph talking about how to measure time, and why 1 second is smaller then 1 minute.  I turned my attention the to non-hidden parts. Apparently this system defines the benchmark human condition as  ○ Strength: lift 225kg (approximately 500 lbs) ○ Sprint: 40 kph (approximately 25 mph) ○ Run: 20 kph (approximately 12 mph) ○ Endurance: 3 days without sleep Which definitely seems well above average, and my personal best... well I’ve hit the sleep line before, in Russia, and wasn’t a fan of ever trying that again.   Skill levels were also defined as powers of 10 hours of training, which again seemed faster then I expected but made great sense if I was considering this as a game system. The next section was much more interesting as it lists how training supplies or a mention effects skill growth.   ○ On-the-job learning (x5) ○ Focused self study (x2) ○ Poor quality or no training materials (x2 or x4) ○ Skill is beyond your frame of reference either magically or technologically (x2 if you have some idea or as much as x5 if you are flying blind)○ Competent or exceptional teacher (x1 or x0.5) ○ Excellent quality training materials (x0.5) ○ Skill is made easier by your understanding of more advanced concepts (x0.5) ○ Skill Mastery perks (varies) I’m not much of an exploiter, but even I can smell a system ripe for exploitation, even if I don’t know exactly how I’m gonna do it yet.  The next couple of pages made sense, how long it could take to learn a spell, or how perks might effect skill cultivation, and that ultimatly > determines what actions count as what.  Then came to a page with some bolded information. I would be using the “Baseline Mode” and the “Standard Start” which gives me 100 EP an “Essence” Whatever that is and the chance to buy more EP. The next section outlines some FREE perks, my near sightedness was wiped away, and after a few tentative breaths I could even feel my soul, and mind. Pretty Cool, its is pretty worrying that > felt the need to give me the power to check on my mind and soul. I hope that isn’t an ominous warning.  The very next page was labeled “The interface” as I read the words they peeled up off the page and started floating. “Hello, Welcome to The Interface, your portable jump tracker.” scrolled in front of my eyes, like a subtitle.  “You have been given a Character Sheet. Look here to open your Character Sheet” as a little icon that looked like a page appeared at the edges of my vision. I tried to focus on watching the icon, which inconveniently moved with my eyes, and a page appeared which briefly outlining all the choices I made for the Pokemon Jump, Like Survival Training, and the ability to blend into a crowd. This would definitely be more useful as I spend more time in jumps. Id hate to forget that I had a power just because its been 30 years since I used it.  The body mod packet was still in my hands. The front page, now blank, disolved, and I was supposed to select an “essence” that would give me perk discounts. so... an essence was kinda like a class. ● Essence of the Warlord (War):  ��� Essence of the Scholar (Sch):  ● Essence of the Mad Doctor (Mdr):  Wife Suggested ● Essence of the Crafter (Cra):  ● Essence of the Assassin (Ass):  ● Essence of the Archmage (Arc): Sister Suggested ● Essence of the Brute (Bru):  ● Essence of the Superior (Sup):  Sister Suggested ● Essence of the Lich (Lch):  Wife Suggested ● Essence of the Vampire (Vam):  ● Essence of the Shapeshifter (Sha):  ● Essence of the King (Kng):  ● Essence of the Beast (Bea): ● Essence of the Dragon (Dra):  Wife Suggested ● Essence of the Explorer (Exp):  > Suggested ● Essence of the Healer (Hea):  ● Essence of the Elemental (Ele): ● Essence of the Druid (Dru):  Oh, > seems to have reached out to people. I hope that he gave then enough context to know what the suggestions meant. Explorer does seem like a safe reliable option, very consistent.  I don’t think I can think of myself as a mad doctor, or a dragon, though. . .  I can be like a dragon. I do like hoarding resources, and sleeping in my dark room, and just being quite.    My sisters suggestion of Archmage, is a lot like my wife’s suggestion of Lich. I don’t think of myself as a mage, let alone a dedicated researcher. But the people who know me best recommended it for me . . .  I circled the first big choice, Archmage. 

------------------ Body Mod

[puffstool-posting]

..oka..y!! let..s beg..in... i thin..k :3 says we nee..d... to chan..t... some..thin..g... or make a sa..cra..fic..e.. hm..

ok..a..y.. think...we'r..e rea..d..y :3

[fuwafuwamedb]

*weakly hanging out of a vampire-esque coffin* I have expired. I have McFreaking lost it Medb. Do you know what RQ gives the Gudas as his return gift? Do you know what this glorious man chose to bless us with? A wolf. A. WOLF. ONE DECENDED FROM THE ONE WHO RAISED HIM, IN FACT. Any wolf would've wrecked me, but the fact that he went to all the trouble to find that specific bloodline (because obviously anything else wouldn't do for his beloved Master!) just. Just! Kills me. Softly. With love. Also you find him chilling with the child Servants and I! AM ABOUT. TO SWOON AGAIN. BECAUSE HE'S SO GOOD.

(This also makes me very excited, because Medb I don't know if you've read Lobo's Interlude, but it reveals that he wants to try and find his descendants with Blanca, his mate! And if RQ could find the descendant of HIS wolf family, I'm sure he could find Lobo's! Ahhhh, this Valentine's scene is delivering on so! Many! Levels!)

ANYWAY. If you have a spot open for a Valentine's request, I'd like to ask for one. Actually, I've had this request in mind for a while, but I've been waiting until you were less busy, and now I can combine it with this perfect new addition to the Chaldea Pet Squad. My request is simple: Gudako introduces RQ to the sphinx cubs, along with her new furry blessing, and they all play together. I want sugary sweet fluff, Medb. Make my teeth ROT.

I must confess, I'm relieved to see you posting again! Like, in general. You kinda went a bit silent over the past month or two, and I was worried. I hope you've been doing well, so please take your time with any writing if you need it! I'm dateless today, so dad and I are gonna make a cake for ourselves and celebrate familial love. I hope you feel loved today too, even if it's not romantic love. CRA-chan out! Peace peace!

That’s so precious~! Of course of course! It may come late (tomorrow), but I will definitely write this up! I love that his Valentine’s gift for you is a wolf. Can you imagine Lobo’s response to finding family?! Oh man, or if descendants turned out to have some Lobo and some of Roma’s wolf in them?

Adorable.

I did take a little break. I’ve been easing back on posting. I had a couple friends that I have a few stupid arguments and I found that they really enjoy spending more time chatting with someone who really dislikes me in this fandom. I still write plenty, but I stopped posting for a bit because I found that I really needed to post because it made me happy, not because it made anyone else happy. Water under the bridge. It is nice to go slow with my new research groups at work up and running. Work before pleasures~

Nonetheless, you’ll see plenty more around here. It’ll just be as a more relaxed pace.   

[bluemoose86]

Rachel x Astrid Snippet

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Rachel Chu/Astrid Leong

Summary: What if Rachel ran into Astrid while trying to leave the wedding?

Inspired by my Rachel x Astrid brain rot and my question of how tf did she get to Peik Lin’s house. She didn’t drive herself to the wedding, Peik Lin obviously wasn’t there, and she didn’t see Oliver at all. I guess she could have Uber’d or something but it’s much more fun to imagine she ran into Astrid and she gave her a ride there

Warnings: anxiety, panic attack, hurt/comfort (I didn’t really get into the comfort though)

Word count: 640

DISCLAIMER: This is an unfinished fic. I may continue it in the future if the urge hits me, but as of now, I have no plans to do that. Anything written in brackets [like this] is not part of the story itself, but necessary context.

✨Read Below!✨

[Rachel’s POV. This is during the wedding, just after Eleanor showed Rachel the PI’s photographs.]

Her heartbeat roars in her ears. Everyone is screaming. Laughing. Laughing at her. They’re always laughing at her. She can feel it pressing in on her, crushing her under the weight of their expectations, forcing the air from her lungs. She wades through the crowd, desperately searching for an empty corner or an exit or something because if she doesn’t get out of here right now she will suffocate to death.

She pushes past a clump of people and comes face-to-face with Eddie. He says something. She can’t understand a single word. But she understands when he laughs in her face, and when the others around them join in. She stumbles in a different direction because she can feel her mask starting to crumble and the tears starting to fall, and she refuses to let them know they finally won.

The giant fans at the edge of the dance floor catch Rachel’s eye. There. She shoves some guy out of her way, beelining for the empty space, when Bernard comes crashing through with his pants at his ankles and his hands all over Alistair’s actress girlfriend. The piranhas descend, laughing and pointing while the photographers snap as many pictures as they can before Bernard hobbles off. Rachel backs away, trying to leave the way she came, but she’s caught in their net. A minnow in a sea full of sharks.

The tears are welling up faster than she can choke them down, and Rachel knows she can’t keep this up much longer. A narrow path opens, and she barely hesitates before she elbows her way through. A glass shatters behind her. She can’t afford to stop and look. Further and further she swims, but the sharks seem to multiply instead of thinning. She nearly runs into Auntie Alix and Auntie Felicity. They laugh at her the same way Eddie did, and she wants to be hurt, but she can’t even bring herself to feel surprised.

Shoving past them, Rachel all but sprints for the empty space she can see up ahead. A sob falls from her lips before she can stop it. She bumps into someone else—this time a woman in a bright pink dress—but doesn’t bother to apologize. Wait—pink dress?

“Rachel?”

She freezes. Astrid’s voice is as soft as ever, but it cuts through the chaos like an answered prayer. Rachel turns towards her, and the rest of the world falls silent. Astrid’s dark brown eyes are filled with concern, her face creased into the same worried expression she’d worn at Araminta’s bachelorette party. That time, Rachel had been able to keep herself together. She picked herself up and put on a brave face so none of Araminta’s idiotic friends would know how rattled she was. But now, staring at probably the only person at this entire wedding she can actually stand to be around, she can’t hold back the flood any longer.

Rachel bursts into tears and buries her face in her hands. “Oh, God,” Astrid says, wrapping her arms around her shoulders. “Okay. Come on, Rachel. Let’s get you somewhere quiet.”

Astrid leads her away from the party until the screams and cheers fade to a dull roar. 

[Astrid sits Rachel down somewhere quieter. Rachel cries for a bit before she realizes what a mess she’s making.]

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” she says. She leans back from Astrid, hurriedly wiping her face. Her fingers come away stained with mascara, mimicking the blackened tear streaks on Astrid’s pink dress. 

Astrid’s frown deepens. “What?”

Rachel gestures vaguely at the ruined fabric. “Your dress.” The words come out shakier than she would like. She clears her throat, trying to steel herself. “God, I’m sorry, I—”

“Don’t worry about that,” Astrid interrupts. Her satin voice is still gentle, but firm enough to know that this was not an argument Rachel would be able to win. She reaches for Rachel’s hand, twining their fingers together. “Please. It’s all right, I promise.”

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! If I write anymore, I’ll add it onto here.

[thevalleyisjolly]

Watching CRA really is a mixture of “it’s super important that a film made by Asian-Americans with an all-Asian cast can do well in a western market because this sets a precedent for the industry that Asian-American films are worth investing in and making” AND “yikes, there are a lot of issues with this movie and we can’t simply talk about it in terms of general (east) “Asian” representation without also acknowledging all the poor representation issues with south and southeast Asians, not to mention the completely unnecessary blaccent” AND “the family relationships and dynamics, especially in relation to diaspora as well as intergenerational differences, really strike a chord with a lot of audiences, particular those with diaspora heritage” AND “hmm, not the strongest story, could be better written,” AND “hnnng Gemma Chan” AND “why did this film have to be the big Asian-American film,” AND “oh, I know that song!  super cool to hear Chinese pop songs from my childhood when I’m sitting in a North American theatre” AND “do I want to be Gemma Chan or marry Gemma Chan”-

[the-bluespirit]

Crazy Rich Asians wins the Critic’s Choice Award for Best Comedy

[bevioletskies]

fashion in film and television | crazy rich asians (2018) ↳ astrid young-teo

“I’ve just realized, it’s not my job to make you feel like a man. I can’t make you something you’re not.”

[nataliefenglin]

Gemma Chan in Ralph & Russo Couture

[444namesplus]

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Ned Neet Nelic Nes Ney Niane Nicart Nious Nitchic Niël Nockbo Nockwid Norbus Noster Obart Obnont Obsea Obure Obvigh Offird Oper Opet Opha Ophar Opous Orly Orm Orneve Osectle Ous Pable Paive Pandic Pang Panise Pantje Pard Park Paslo Paspant Pastard Paste Pat Patiot Pear Ped Pedeang Pen Penise Penth Per Perawk Perik Perman Pers Petes Phal Phameet Phee Phy Pid Pighty Pik Pimard Pine Ping Pird Pirteng Piscoly Plar Plight Poing Pois Poke Pole Polishy Pombo Pon Pona Ponek Ponk Pontal Ponzo Por Pory Pous Praing Pran Pre Pree Pref Presp Prest Pri Prile Pring Prion Prions Proate Prog Prommie Pron Prose Protim Prus Pught Pul Pummic Pupid Purk Pus Quare Quel Quelle Quewd Rable Ran Rand Rane Rant Ras Ratifus Ratint Reaging Reart Reas Reater Recawk Redel Redic Reitte Rel Relhelf Relow Renesel Rente Rentive Rep Res Ress Ret Rey Rhic Ric Rieks Rieng Rildepe Rimple Rited Rizzly Roft Rom Ronke Rooma Roon Rost Rous Rowl Sad Sagiver Same Sanatte Sang Sangal Santed Sconist Scruud Scura Seat Sed Sedam Sen Seneks Senge Ser Serus Shal Shard Sharma Sher Shruin Shyps Sig Sil Siog Sisth Sive Ske Sle Slo Slows Slueble Slught Slus Sluuk Smin Smous Smée Snamble Sob Sold Soleer Somatty Soment Sop Sopones Sopuna Sorady Sory Sout Spaston Spelder Sper Spiele Spir Spon Spum Spus Squel Stal Starm Ster Sther Sticall Stijn Stin Stious Suak Suale Submi Sul Sumb Sumbas Sund Sunrar Sus Swar Swileck Sworow Synch Tak Tedem Tenim Tentje Ter Terape Term Thed Thent Thful Thiea Thiefle Thod Tibut Tic Tifier Tiful Tion Tive Tivenus Tocks Tof Toish Tompat Tomper Ton Tont Tonvull Top Tor Torgal Torm Tors Tort Trachte Tral Trarsed Tratic Tray Tret Triam Trider Triele Trient Tristed Troate Trow Truping Trusin Tug Tuouse Turcent Ture Turel Turos Uls Una Und Undee Une Unfiss Unflee Unful Ung Unger Unred Unree Unreser Unress Uns Unsina Unt Uzbel Uzzark Vable Vagine Vagjer Vak Vat Vee Ver Vie Vijs Vine Visia Vity Vul Waldran Walemal Walp Warian Wary Wha Whal Whar Wids Wied Wijn Wijs Wilded Wiles Wilis Winic Wole Womin Wor Workbow Wormat Wornoi Yal Yous

[flicitysmoak]

It’s not my job to make you feel like a man. I can’t make you something that you’re not.

[leah-jeffries]

Crazy Rich Asians (2018) dir. John M. Chu