#i ate up vol 2 sorry

[gojoed]

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[hunieday]

Yuki - Drama Collection vol.2 Rabbit Chat

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Izumi Mitsuki: Yuki-san, thank you for your hard work!

Izumi Mitsuki: Yesterday I made the lettuce-wrapped gyoza you taught me the other day, and they were a huge hit with the other members!! 😆

Izumi Mitsuki: They were crispy on the outside and juicy on the inside, it’s too good,,,

Izumi Mitsuki: Uh oh, now I’m craving them again...!!  

Yuki: Thanks for your hard work. Your rabbichat made me hungry too, Mitsuki-kun.  

Izumi Mitsuki: Ah!? Sorry lolol have you eaten yet?  

Yuki: Not yet. I’m waiting for Momo to come home.  

Izumi Mitsuki: Ahh, so that’s how it is! 😣

Yuki: Now I’m craving some too. Maybe I’ll make it.  

Izumi Mitsuki: It was super delicious!! Even Tamaki, who doesn’t usually like eating lettuce, ate a whole lot 😳✨

Yuki: Glad to hear that.

Yuki: I invented that dish because I wanted Him to eat vegetables as much as possible. 

Izumi Mitsuki: O 

Izumi Mitsuki: By Him do you mean the guy whose name starts with “Mo”,,?

Yuki: And end with another “Mo”.

Izumi Mitsuki: Whoa~~! So you created that dish out of love! 😭✨

Yuki: Yes I did.

Yuki: He’s grown up so much He can bite into an entire green bell pepper.  

Izumi Mitsuki: Didn’t he grow up a bit too much?!

Yuki: Though I think it would be hard to manage everyone’s likes and dislikes when there’s seven of you.

Izumi Mitsuki: Yeah, it is! Unless someone is allergic or something I just serve it anyway. 😂

Izumi Mitsuki: They do their best to eat it since I’m the one who cooked it, so I feel their love from that as well 🥺

Yuki: Isn’t that nice. Can Momo and I come over some day to feel your love for ourselves?

Izumi Mitsuki: You mean come to our dorm!?

Yuki: That’s right. I’d also like to have a long and nice chat about the drama with you.

Izumi Mitsuki: I-

Izumi Mitsuki: Is that really okay...

Izumi Mitsuki: To be honest I really wanted to talk about the drama!!!!

Izumi Mitsuki: Whenever we have scenes together, I’m always determined to absorb as much as I can from watching you! But I still have a lot to learn about acting…

Izumi Mitsuki: And I feel guilty for asking Yamato-san 😞

Yuki: Yamato-kun watches it?

Izumi Mitsuki: He secretly sets up recordings and watches them 😂

Yuki: Huh. I’ll send him a message and tell him that watching me live is better than the recordings

Izumi Mitsuki: 

Yuki: You’re enjoying acting, aren’t you, Mitsuki-kun?

Yuki: That’s why I’m having fun doing it as well. I’ve had to do a lot of difficult roles lately.

Yuki: So thanks for acting together with me.

Izumi Mitsuki: No…! That’s outrageous!!!

Izumi Mitsuki: Playing a character different from yourself is super hard but also lots of fun. I’ve been learning so much from watching you, Yuki-san!!!

Yuki: Really?

Izumi Mitsuki: Really!!! In the last episode, there was a scene where everyone in the kitchen was gathered because the inn might end up closing.

Izumi Mitsuki: The heavy atmosphere was so heavy that it shut everyone up, only the sound of the pot boiling echoed through the walls.  

Izumi Mitsuki: But then you said, “Worrying won’t change anything, let’s peel some bamboo shoots for tomorrow’s breakfast,” and the mood immediately changed.

Izumi Mitsuki: I was really moved by that. I realized that ah, your words just flow so naturally, as easily as a breath.

Izumi Mitsuki: If it were me, I probably would’ve said it in a way that’s trying to push through the tension.

Izumi Mitsuki: But Yuki-san said it so naturally, as if it was nothing more than another part of your day, without making a big deal of it.

Yuki:  You feeling that way makes me genuinely happy.

Yuki: When you’ve been in the industry for as long as me, you don’t get complimented as often anymore.

Izumi Mitsuki: Is that how it is!? I’m amazed by you every day, Yuki-san 😭

Yuki: Then can I praise you too, Mitsuki-kun? I was gonna do it when we meet up but

Yuki: Since you’ve done a lot of MC-ing before, you have a knack for dealing with unexpected situations. You take improv from actors and nonsense from the director and respond to it efficiently.

Yuki: I was also impressed by the scene right after the one you mentioned. After I urged everyone to peel the bamboo shoots, you were supposed to say “I’ll lend a hand!”, but then you switched it to “I’m gonna prepare it to remove the bitterness”

Izumi Mitsuki: Ah... That’s because it’s always been my job to remove the bitterness. I thought it would convey the idea that we’re trying to go back to our usual routine properly.

Izumi Mitsuki: The director approved it, but it wasn’t weird, was it...?

Yuki: Of course not.

Yuki: Thinking and putting yourself in your character’s shoes is a talent in itself. I hope you keep developing it.

Izumi Mitsuki: Yuki-san~~~!! I’ll work even harder!! 😭😭 Thank you so much…!

Yuki:

Yuki: I’m sounding like a real senior now.

Izumi Mitsuki: Because you ARE a super senior!?!?

Yuki: Do you respect me?

Izumi Mitsuki: I respect you a lot!!  😭

Yuki: I see. Then the senior you respect so much has a favor to ask.

Izumi Mitsuki: What is it!?

Yuki: Momo just contacted me

Izumi Mitsuki: Yes..?  

Yuki: A farmer gave him a huge amount  

Izumi Mitsuki: O-Of...?  

Yuki: Lettuce.  

Izumi Mitsuki: Lololololol 

Yuki: Momo and I will show our senior side by bringing some treats as well. I want to eat lettuce gyoza with you again

Izumi Mitsuki: Yes, yes!!! 🤩✨ Everyone will be so happy‼

Izumi Mitsuki: Thank you so much! I’ll make the gyoza filling and wait for you‼

Yuki: Great. Then we’ll continue this when we’re there.

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS ZERO Animate Tokuten Drama CD “A Vampire’s Late Night Snack Terror” [Kou ver.]

Original title: 夜更かしヴァンパイアの食テロ飯 [コウ編]

Source: Diabolik Lovers ZERO Vol. 2 Animate Tokuten CD

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Kimura Ryouhei

Translator’s note: Take notes everyone, do not EVER let Kou into your kitchen because he will destroy the place. That being said, it was really cute to see him be such a disaster in the kitchen. Especially all of the shrieking and cries of panic had me giggle more than once. (Sorry Kou) You know it’s bad when the MC had to resort to eventually having him pour hot water over a pre-made onigiri and call it a dish. :p

*Rustle rustle*

You approach Kou in the kitchen.

“...Oh? You’re awake too? Are you thirsty, maybe? ...Personally I’m here because I got hungry so I’m looking to see if there’s still any food around. 

I know I already had seconds, but just dinner isn’t enough to tie me over. I’m still a growing boy, you see? So I end up needing a small snack before bed every now and then. 

Seems like everyone ate a lot today though so there aren’t any leftovers...So, perhaps I should indulge in your blood instead~? That doesn’t sound bad either.”

You shake your head.

“Hahaha! I’m joking! Even though your blood is delicious, there’s a difference between being hungry for blood or actual food. I’ll have your blood some other time, okay~? ...Anyway, guess I have no other choice but to have a slice of white bread and go to bed. It’s at times like this where I wish I could whip up something real quick. I shouldh ave learnt how to cook at some point in my life.”

You offer to teach him some easy recipes.

“Eh? Really!? You’ll teach me!”

You seem somewhat surprised that he’s willing to cook.

“Of course! I’ll gladly make something if you’re the one giving me instructions! Well then, today you’re the instructor and I’m your student! ...Sensei, I’m starving!”

You ask Kou what he wants to eat.

“Hm...What I want to eat? I’m not sure...I’d say pasta but we’re all out after tonight’s dinner...”

*Rustle*

“Ah! In that case, doria! (1) A piping hot plate, loaded with extras and topped with a generous amount of cheese!”

You nod.

“Hooray! Let’s get started then!”

*TIMESKIP*

*Rustle*

“All set! What should we do first?”

You explain.

“Hm...The bechamel sauce, huh? Let me handle that!”

You give him instructions.

“Uhm...I should melt some butter? I’ll a pot...”

*Cling*

Kou turns on the stove.

“The flour goes in next, right? Let me just open the bag...”

*Rustle rustle*

“Huh...? The bag won’t...Huh!? ...How does it work!? It won’t open!”

*RIIIIIP*

“Aaah!”

*Thud*

“Coff, coff...Gosh, I didn’t think I’d end up dropping the whole bag. You’re completely white right now, M-neko-chan...Eh? So am I? Ah-ahー The pot’s a mess as well. ...Aah, no biggie! One more time! I’m starting over from scratch!”

*Rustle rustle*

*Pshhhh*

“Eeh!? The butter turned black! ...Uwah! There’s smoke! Look!”

*Pshhh*

“One second, the pot got knocked over...Uwaaah!!”

*WOOSH*

“Flames!! It’s on fire!! M-neko-chan, water! Quick!!” 

*SHATTER SHATTER*

*Shatter*

*TIMESKIP*

“...Uu...The kitchen’s a hot mess...How come I just can’t seem to get it right? Am I just too clumsy...!? Whatever, I’m never cooking again in my whole life...”

You try to motivate him to keep going.

“It’ll turn out a disaster no matter how many times I try! I’m just not cut out for it! Besides, we’ve blasted through most of our ingredients as well...Even if we were to try to buy new ones, almost all stores are closed at this hour.”

You grab hold of his hand and start dragging him out of the kitchen.

*Rustle rustle*

“Eh!? ‘Let’s go’? But where!? ...Hey! M-neko-chan, listen to me!”

*Thud*

*TIMESKIP*

*Rustle rustle*

“We’re back...”

*Rustle*

“I was wondering where you’d take me, but I didn’t expect the convenience store...And on top of that you bought onigiri. If you’re no longer in the mood to cook, you could have at least gotten me a proper bento.” 

You tell him that you’re going to cook with the onigiri.

“Eh? You actually haven’t given up yet? Then why did you buy these things?”

You ask him to have faith in you.

“Well, if you say so...Fine, this is the final try! I promise that I’ll make a delicious late-night snack this time!”

You nod. 

“Mmh! Well then, Sensei! Please give me instructions! Okay, I’ll get a bowl first...”

*Thud*

“Then put the onigiri we bought in the...”

*Rustle*

“...Eh? We’re going to use the onigiri!?”

You ask him to have faith in you.

“Okay. I’ll put it in then! I chose one with grilled fish roe and seaweed inside!”

You continue to give him instructions. 

“Then with that...Eh? We’re putting this in as well? Uhm...”

*Rustle*

“In goes one packet of dried bonite flakes from the convenience store!”

*Rustle rustle*

“And then a splash of soy sauce...”

*Pshhh*

“Hm...That should do, I guess? Last but not least we pour in some hot water...”

*Pshhh*

“Mix everything up and it’s done!”

*Dun dun*

“Easy-made dashi-chazuke (2) from the convenience store!”

“Eh!? Are you sure we’re done!? All I did was pour hot water in!”

You prompt him to try it.

“I mean, I’ll try it now that I’ve made it...”

*Thud*

“Thanks for the meal...”

*Cling*

“Phew...Phew...Hahn...Mmh...Mm! It’s delicious! The dried bonito flakes really helped to give the broth that extra punch of flavor! Hahn...!”

*Nom*

“The rice is nice and hot as well, warming me up from inside.”

*Sluuuurp*

“I made the right choice with my onigiri fillings! I love how fluffy the rice is in comparison to the fried fish roe which pops in your mouth! The saltiness makes it so that I could eat several bowls of this! The dried seaweed gives off flavor as well, so it’s very hearty and savory! ...Here, you should give it a try as well! Phew...Phew...Say ‘aahn’.”

Kou feeds you.

*Rustle rustle*

You tell him it’s good.

“Right!? I honestly could grow addicted to this! ...Here, you can have one more bite!”

You shake your head.

“Nu-uh! This is your reward! I have to show my thanks to you for teaching me so well! Come on, open your mouth~ ‘Aaahn’“

*Chomp*

“Good girl ...You’re really enjoying it, huh? Seems like you haven’t even realized that eating from the same chopsticks counts as an indirect kiss~”

You suddenly become flustered.

“Oh geez, you’re panicking now? Too late~ Besides, we’ve kissed plenty of times before, no?”

*Nom nom*

*Sluuuurp*

“Mm...Mmh!”

*Thud*

“Thanks for the meal! Haah~ I’m stuffed! I ended up scarfing it down! I didn’t think such an easy recipe could count as cooking as well.”

You remind him that he just cooked a dish by himself.

“Huh? ...Right! I managed to make something by myself! ...Thanks for keeping up with me till the end. ...My fine motor skills aren’t always the best, so I always thought that cooking just wasn’t for me. Ruki’s been cooking for me for as long as I can remember. But ever since you started making food instead, I’ve been getting the urge to help out where I can, so I’m glad I challenged myself today!”

You ask him if that was his real objective for wanting to cook something tonight.

“Fufu~ I spilled the beans. Still, it’s not like I wanted to hide it or anything. I know I messed up a lot, but I’ll improve step by step starting with the little things I can manage.”

You agree and cheer him on.

“Mmh! Thanks! I’d love to thank you with a kiss but...I’m pretty sure I’ve got fishy breath from the ochazuke so let’s leave that for another time.”

You blush.

“Oh come on, look at you acting all flustered again~ We both know that you’re happy deep down.”

You puff out your cheeks. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry! Well then...Guess I’ll go brush my teeth and then hit the hay.”

*Rustle*

“Ah...The kitchen...What do we do about it?”

*Cling cling*

“If Ruki-kun sees this, he’ll explode... (3)”

You tell him that you should clean up.

“R-Right! Let’s clean everything up while we can! Ruki-kun might be an early bird, but there’s no way he’d be awake at this hour!”

They hear Ruki approach the kitchen. 

“Ah...These footsteps...Uh-oh. ...Let’s quickly make a run for it, M-neko-chan!”

The two of you run away.

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) The best way to describe ‘doria’ would be an Asian lasagna. It’s a very popular Italian-inspired Japanese dish consisting of rice in a bechamel sauce (I believe sometimes it can be a mixture of red and white sauce too) with vegetables or meats of your choice, topped with a layer of grated cheese and then baked in the oven so it gets that crispy crust just like a lasagna has.

(2) Ochazuke is a very simple Japanese dish consisting of boiled rice in a broth, in this case a traditional dashi-broth.

(3) Literally Kou says that a bolt of lightning will come striking down.

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Friday, May 10

BARNEY: “Secondly, I just realized it’s 3:45 in the afternoon. If you’re a vampire, why aren’t you in your coffin?” (Angel takes a deep breath) ANGEL: “Coffin. I hate that stereotype. You’re a demon and you don’t know anything about vampires?” BARNEY: “Only what I’ve learned from TV.” ANGEL: “Vampires don’t sleep in coffins. It’s a misconception made popular by hack writers and ignorant media. (he gets up) In fact you know, we can and do move around during the day, as long as we avoid direct sunlight. Got it?” BARNEY: “Got it. Sorry. I didn’t want to push any sore spots.”

~~Parting Gifts ~~

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Get to know me game!

I was tagged by the awesome awesome @the-one-who-lambs

rules: answer + tag six people u want to know

fav color: constantly changing tbh I can never make up my mind. I'm a big fan of impossible colors, obsolete and dangerous paint pigments, and black.

last song: Bass Boat - Zach Bryan. I've been leaning towards bigger, faster songs lately but I still like my slow tunes. And jazz. And swing. Swing... <3 (Note that I'm actually listening to The Landlord Song - Mute Frank ft. The Plague Review while writing this. One of my favs.)

currently reading: The better question is what I'm not reading. I'm constantly on A03 eating things up. I've also been skimming though Merlin Sheldrake's Entangled Life. When I'm sad I read The Hobbit, and I'm currently waiting on my new edition of Scooby-Doo Zombie Apocalypse along with Spiderman: Miles Morales. Also got my eye on Bloodshot Reborn vol. 2. Comics. Yay.

currently watching: Usually the answer to this would be Good Omens, but ever since the Neil Gaiman thing came out I've had more conflicted feelings. Huge comfort show, though. I have the TV guide and everything....sigh. Anyway, I've been meaning to rewatch the 2016 live action The Tick my beloved. That, or Firefly (2002). I'm the type of autistic that just watches the same shows over and over. So.

currently craving: I just ate so not much, HOWEVER I'm going to the city tomorrow and praying I can get this coconut chicken curry from this amazing Indian food place. Their curry fries and garlic butter naan are to die for as well. If not then maybe I'll go to the hole in the wall Indian buffet I found a rat skeleton outside of that one time. Incredible food. God I'm hungry again now.

coffee or tea: ,,,Neither. I'm sorry, can't stand the stuff. I've been cutting back on soda too so...sugar free sonic limeade water flavoring from the dollar store ����🤤🤤

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[pholiabanna]

Hello!

I'm sorry about all the ate and negativity you've been getting, that sucks and I hope it subsides soon

I apologize if this is overstepping, and feel free to ignore this if I am, but what's going on with cherry praline?

I've never been on their blog, or seen a post of theirs, but a lot of Byler blogs I follow seem to be really fucking mad about something so I was just wondering what it was, if I should block/report, etc

Just wondering, and apologize if this is uncomfertable.

Don't worry it's fine anon!

Well it's a long story. Cherrypraline was an account that posted on this tag in June a couple days before vol 2 dropped. They made anti byler posts and everyone started trolling them.

The thing about it tho is that while they made anti byler posts, they also made anti Melvin posts sometimes saying that they had no chemistry or they were badly written. In between they would make pro byler posts all of a sudden. That's why I think everyone remembers them. Their stance on byler /Melvin was actually ambiguous so up to this day it's still hard to tell if they were just a byler trolling or if they were genuine. I personally believe they were a byler trolling since I got an ask by them yesterday criticizing the sloppy seconds anon, but who knows!

[localvoidcat]

putting them under cut :3 a lot of these have been mentioned before im just putting them all here

any pronouns + tech neos, arospec gay transmasc. he's whatever he wants to be

he's pre-t/no-op. mustache is fake he loves it. maybe he uses a voice changer hes silly like that

in college he used to wear a lot of fun glasses he'd have silly colored shaped ones

speaking of college! i think he thatcher and ruth all went to the same school and i think they were drastically different back then. so many pictures of them as completely different people

her glasses are both prescription and for light i think tech has sensitive eyes. mix of staring at computers constantly and also just because they're just like that

has chronic pain but doesn't acknowledge it and if they do they just. dont care enough to fix it

this is from an offhanded thing said on a stream once but wire has ten cats :] the cat names are the ones ant headcanoned

im an uncle dave truther (mark and sarah's mom is his sister) but i dont actually think he was able to be too present in mark or sarahs lives due to. the next thing im gonna list

dont think his relationship with his family was too good, got disowned later in life (fuck the heathcliff family me and my homies hate the heathcliff family). he stays in touch with sarah when she gets older but he wasnt able to be there for mark during that time. sad!

uhhh i think she gets to be gnc . cause i love her. i drew dave lee in a dress once and it extended my life span

snatching this from moonlightmasquerade but i think they should have sectoral heterochromia. as a treat. he gets to be silly

likes sci-fi movies a lot. i think he'd also like those really shitty movies they love those

wont stop eating wires. bbygirl whats wrong with you

isnt as close to thatcher as ruth was to him but i think tech really tried to be after vol 333. went out of clacks way to try and help thatcher out but theres only so much you can do for someone that wants to shut people out. before all of that though i think they were pretty good friends they did dumb stuff together. probably got arrested together once

i think he and ruth were close too!! ruth canonically called him "poor thing" and i think thats just how she treats click IUHYGTF that's her babygirl #2. dial looks up to her on some level

has a lot of colorful shirts. probably wears the worst hawaiian shirt + khakis combination ever

mullet dave truther. sorry

i think they have a very funny dynamic with evelin where he's just like. the worst possible boss ever but in a whimsical way. shes so tired of putting up with him but they also hang out on the weekends. strangest non-related uncle/niece duo ever

missing a tooth and claims its from a fight he got into years back. in truth he slipped and ate shit on a sidewalk as a kid

had a lot of cats as a kid! kind of ties into the having a bunch of them currently one, i think shes just used to being around them

canonically says he's not a man of god. points at that guy religious trauma be upon ye. questions it when he gets really anxious

has so so many issues that he just doesnt get checked out. dave voice everybody has horrific breakdowns that they bottle up for decades on end i dont know what you're talking about

tries to be very positive, ESPECIALLY after vol 333. i made this a key point in my lovely city but i think that he equates his worth to how much he's able to help people, and sees being able to make people happier as part of that. imagine how crushing it must have been to realize that the thing he was doing to help people all those years was the thing that brought about the downfall of his home and potentially the world. Oh Well!

i need to just make a list of my dave hcs. do you guys just want a list of my dave hcs

[lovelyhamstring]

Bruised & Bloody | part 1

Eddie Munson x plus size fem!reader

summary Eddie defends your honor, never leaving unscathed, he asks you to come patch him up at his place and you learn the secret crush you've had may have been mutual. request by @psychedelephantt (im sorry this took so long but part two will be up tonight <3)

word count 3.0k+

author's note i haven't slept since watching vol 2, that shit was intense buuuuut this part is really just the pre story to the smut in part 2 but ya girl needs sleep and i wanna focus a whole fic on the filth lmao so enjoy part 1 :) not proof read plz bare w me

warning swearing, fluff, insecurity, covered by fake confidence, reader has a praise kink fs, physical violence, sexual tension, making out, leading up to smut

Always with the feeling of immediate regret. Immediate regret of what you wore, as you've been told most clothes people with your body type wear "distract" others, immediate regret of what you ate the night before knowing that you'd wake up bloated, but the biggest regret you had so far, was the regret you felt after feeling the words "go fuck yourself" leave your lips, much louder than you intended, to none other than Jason Carver. "What the fuck did you just say to me, lard ass" Jason spoke, enunciating the last words, making sure entire lunch room knew exactly who he's talking to, as everyone grew quiet from the sudden eruption.

The blood in your veins gushing hot, short breaths and pure adrenalin making you slightly dizzy. The anger you feel is so intense that you don't even notice that every eye of the student body is on you and as per usual, not a teacher in sight. You're not one to over react about these things, knowing that kids just bully to feel better about themselves. So normally you just let the comments made about your appearance slide, especially since most are too afraid to say them at a tone louder than whispering under their breath. This time though, Jason and his goons decided to pull some kindergarten shit and trip "the fat girl". A tray full of too squishy meatloaf and watery mashed potatoes covering your chest as you fell face first on the floor, landing into the five-star meal.

You stand back up, not bothering to wipe anything from your chest as all you could hear for a split second was the laughter and gasps coming from those around you. Before you could think, as Jason was walking away smirking to the rest of the basketball team, all that could pass your lips was a crescendoing "go fuck yourself" followed by a slightly lower "you piece of shit" as you look down at the mess on your chest. High school was never meant to be this hard, and I guess it wasn't for the people with a smaller pant size than an 8, a successful school sports background and a style and personality that you could only describe as Abercrombie & Bitch. Being a girl of many labels, while none of them being nice, just puts you in the overall category of outcast.

So there you were, standing in the middle of a dead silent lunch room and not being able to think of what to say, after Jason's "lard ass" comment. He stomped over to you, snatching the front trim of the neck to your shirt, balling his fist as he jolted you forward, your faces now inches apart, bringing you up with such force you were on your toes now. "Watch what you say girl, I wouldn't wanna hurt anything more than your ego today", he spat, the words spoken so harsh you felt like you could hear them grinding through his teeth. You stared at him for a moment, both of you not breaking eye contact.

Suddenly your heels hit the ground again making you stumble back, when you felt Jason abruptly let go of your shirt as he got thrown back from a swift right hook to his jaw, making him fall to the ground. You catch your balance to see none other than Eddie Munson standing over top of the jock, beaming down with a smirk on his face. "Now Jason, you've always been a dick, but now you've stooped to threatening girls? Not a great look my friend”, Eddie spoke with a sarcastic tone as the entire lunchroom stared with wide eyes at the majority ruled "freak" of Hawkins. Jason held his jaw, and without saying a word stood up, swinging a fist towards Eddie's face, Eddie leaned back dodging the first attempted hit. His eyes not leaving Jason, but as much as he knew he could dodge Jason's disoriented hits, 4 of the other basketball players came rushing towards Eddie. "Oh shit", is the last thing he said before the players proceeded to land 3 more hits to his jaw, sending him to the ground as the rest of the team landed some heavy kicks to his stomach, back and chest.

"Stop! Get off of him", you shout, pushing one of the players while they just shrugged you off from them. You go to step in again but that's when two of the teachers, who were nowhere to be found prior, run over to players, pulling them off of the boy and shouting at them to “break it up”. You run over to Eddie, who’s holding his stomach with both arms, his eyes squeezed shut with his breaths short and fast. He’s slightly curled up, he’s still lying on the floor so you crouch down and grip his shoulder, making him jump, his eyes shooting open. “Hey, it’s just me, are you okay”, you say quickly as he looks at you with half lidded eyes. “Oh yeah, never been better”, even when this kid is bruised and bloody he still manages to get in a snide remark. “I can see that, come on let me help you”, you say as he takes your hand, slowly helping him up as he winces slightly holding his side with his other hand.

After a “stern” talking to in the cafeteria corner, they let Jason and the team off with just a slap on the wrist, can’t have the whole basketball team suspended the night before the championship game right? “Are you sure you’re alright, you want me to help you to the nurse or something?” I ask as Eddie sits and leans against a lunch table. “That’s alright doll, I’ll be okay” Eddie said with a low tone looking up at you with a slight smile. That smile combined with him calling you “doll” sent the blood rushing straight to your cheeks, turning your head shyly.

You weren’t usually timid like this, always putting on a confident exterior no matter how you feel, but you’ve had a thing for Eddie since middle school. The shaggy headed, carefree, ambitious, gorgeous boy had been your crush ever since you saw him play with his band way back. You always assumed he wouldn’t like a girl like you, since you saw the way he looked at the other cheerleaders, especially Chrissy Cunningham. You’ve traded a few nods down the hallway and awkward eye contact when you happen to be staring for just a little too long, but other than that you and Eddie were strangers.

“Eddie! Shit man, I thought you were dead for sure!” Dustin yelled running up to you and Eddie. “That shit was crazy, they really beat the hell outta you! But hey, at least you look super heroic, ya know defending y/n’s honor” Dustin said as Mike walked up to you guys, laughing along with Dustin. You had gym class with Mike and Dustin, which really just consisted of the three of you chumming it up in the bleachers for an hour and scratching up fake nurse notes so you guys wouldn’t have to run laps. You’d grown to love the two freshmen, they try to convince you on at least a weekly basis to join Hellfire Club, you always decline saying it’s social suicide, and they never miss the opportunity to remind you, you have no social life besides them. They knew you were always just making up cheap excuses to not join, in reality you just didn’t want to be that close with Eddie, if he didn’t even have the chance to reject you then you could just pretend it wasn’t meant to be.

“Thanks Dusty, that dickhead Carver always thinks he owns shit, but he really shouldn’t have put his hands on you”, Eddie shook his head looking over to you. “I’m used to it from the whole team by now, usually it’s just verbal but today I guess he was feeling spicier”, you said as Eddie tried to stand up, folding over holding his mid section the second his feet were planted. You reached down, throwing his arm over your shoulder trying to help prop him up. “You don’t look so good Ed, you sure you don’t need help?” Mike said as Eddie snickered under his breath. “Yes Wheeler, I’m all good, no need to go all nurse mommy on me” Eddie said, tossing your arm away and ostumbling over to the Hellfire lunch table, grabbing his lunch box. “I’m just gonna call it a day, remember find me a sheepy by tomorrow or it’s your ass” Eddie said making them both chuckle as he walked, more like limped, slowly to the cafeteria doors.

You look back at Eddie who was making his exit and run over to grab your bag. “Y/n, where are you going?” Dustin calls. “Um I’ll catch up with you guys later, I gotta talk to Eddie real quick” you say with a hesitant tone the boys could practically smell on you. They look at you curiously but you aren’t staying for any questions. You walked out the lunchroom, seeing Eddie making his way through the parking lot to his van. For somebody with most likely a few broken ribs, he was moving pretty damn fast. “Munson! Hey, wait”  you shout coming out of the school’s side doors, running up to Eddie who was leaning against one of his most prized possessions. “What’s up y/l/n” Eddie says squinting through his fingers trying to shield his eyes from the sun.

You didn’t even know if Eddie knew your name, let alone your last. “You know you really didn’t have to do that back there, I just wanted to say thank you” you said looking straight into his big brown eyes. “You’re good darling, I needed a good ass kicking to reset me anyway” he said smiling down at your giggling face. “But can I ask you something?” he said. “Anything, yeah” you said, almost too quickly. “I didn’t wanna seem weak in front of my boys, I think they messed me up pretty bad if I’m honest, would you mind giving me a hand to patch me back up. I mean I was defending your honor after all” Eddie smirked as your heart started to pick up pace. “Uh- I- I mean yeah, I’d be happy to” you stutter, making Eddie smile. “Awesome, hop in, I have supplies at my place” he says, crawling into the driver seat as you run to the passenger.

You took short breaths, nervously twiddling the rings on your fingers. You were really in Eddie Munson’s van, driving to his house, to patch up the wounds he got while “defending your honor” as he and the boys call it. You look over and your eyes become locked on his large, metal covered hand grip the steering wheel. Still entranced as he takes a pack of cigarettes with his other hand, biting a cigarette right out of the package and tossing it back on the dashboard and scrambling for a lighter. Everything about this seemed more sexual than it should’ve, feeling your hands tense up and your breath quicken.

“Oh shit, did you want one?” he said, lighting his smoke, taking a long first drag. His voice knocks you out of your near hipnosis. “I’m good” you say swiftly while he fiddles with the radio, cigarette hanging from his plump lips, until David Bowie’s ‘Rebel Rebel’ starts playing through the muffled speakers. “This is my favorite Bowie song” you say bobbing your head while mouthing the lyrics. “You know Bowie” Eddie says, slightly condescending, not meaning disrespect, he just didn’t meet a lot of people who weren’t just purely pop fans. “Who doesn’t? You got a problem with that Munson?” you say sending a playful smirk his way. “Absolutely not, just didn’t think a girl like you could get any better” he said, making your cheeks heat up instantly. Did he really just say that? Any better? What’s that mean? Before today you didn’t even think he knew your name, now he’s talking about “girl’s like you”. Your mind was racing as Eddie sped into his dirt driveway, stopping the car hard enough to make your body jolt forward.

“Welcome to my castle” he said smiling, putting the van in park. You hop out, walking to the driver side to make sure Eddie didn’t need any help out. You two made your way up to his trailer, he opened the door, bowing as you walked in, giving you a quick “after you”. “This is me and my uncle’s place, he works nights usually, but he must be out since his car isn’t here” Eddie said picking up stray pieces of trash. “Where’s your medical stuff?” you ask. “It should be right back here” he replied walking towards the back of the trailer. You tapped your shoe on the ground not being able to get ‘a girl like you’ out of your mind. “Aha! I got it back here” Eddie called. “Last room, straight back” he calls again.

Shit, is this his room, you thought, being hit with a slight breeze from a desk fan and an overwhelming scent that you assumed was him, never having been close enough to smell him. The room smelled of cheap colon, teenage musk and a hint of apples. A weird combination, but for some reason that smell turned you on more than you anticipated. Eddie was sitting on the edge of his bed, looking through the box of bandages and alcohol wipes. You stroll over taking a good look at the cut on his cheek. “Here, let me” you say, taking the first aid kit from him, getting out the wipes and bandaids. “Thanks” he says softly, letting you clean the small cuts.

“Can I ask you something” you say, still spiraling over what he had said earlier. “Sure, dollface” He said, making you even more nervous. “Okay, so in the car you said ‘a girl like me’, what did you mean by that” you said quickly, the words sitting in the air for a moment before Eddie sighed and let out a small laugh. “Getting straight into it I see, I like that” he breathed but as you were still rubbing alcohol his open wounds. “You know I’ve known you since middle school right?” he said. “Of course I know, I thought you just didn’t remember me. How could forget someone who’s actually stayed themselves through high school” you say as Eddie smiles shyly. “Well I damn sure had the time, beings I’ve been a senior for almost three years now” he said laughing, a slight tone of discouragement laced his words. “Who gives a fuck, school sucks, I’m might have to start bribing to graduate this year” you laugh, making Eddie chuckle.

“Well, as I was saying, what I meant by that was, as long as I’ve known you, even if it was from a distance, you’ve always been so confident in who you are, you never take any shit from anybody, I should’ve known you like Bowie. You’re just confident being you and that’s cooler than anything” hearing Eddie gush about you made the heat between your legs grow and your cheeks grow flush. “You’re absolutely gorgeous too but I mean that’s just a bonus” he said looking up into your eyes as your lips separate, not believing those words just came out of Eddie Munson’s mouth. “Sorry if that was too much, I know we don’t know each other that well bu-” his words cut off by your lips colliding with his, taking him into a smooth yet eager kiss.

His lips stayed stagnant for a moment before his brain caught up with him, reaching up to cup the slight softness of your jaw. You pulled away swiftly, your eyes shooting open, staring directly into him. “I’m sorry if that was too much, I understand if you were just being nice and I took that wrong” you said quickly as he smiled, shushing you while bringing his finger up to your swollen lips. “Shh, not at all baby, wasn’t the first response I was expecting but it was just enough” he said, stealing glances of your lips while trying to maintain eye contact. “I’ve had a thing for you for a while, but typically pretty girls like you don’t like freaks like me” he said, swiping a strand of hair behind your ear. “I guess we both have fake confidences, ‘cause I always thought showstoppers like you wouldn’t like chubby girls like me” you say, sitting next to him on the bed as he scoffs. “Are you joking? Why would that even be your first thought, not only is your body just beautiful in itself, even an idiot would be able to tell there’s so much more to you than just that” he says, making you smile wider than anticipated.

"You got any other wounds I just can't see or am I done playing nurse" you say looking Eddie up and down his torso. "You wanna check for me, sweet thing" Eddie says lowly, pulling his shirt off with one fluid motion. Your eyes now glued to his bruised sides but also his sexily tattooed body. Eddie looked at you through dark eyes, examining every inch of your face as you star at his chest. "You can touch baby, I don't mind" he says, sliding his hand up your exposed thigh. "Is this okay" he asks, all you can do is nod as your breath quickens, his hand responding with a tight squeeze of your plush thigh, you bite your lip trying to not reveal how eager you are for him. Your hand reaches up gliding over his exposed chest, receiving a smirk from Eddie. You were preoccupied admiring his body, so he leaned down attaching his lips to your neck, sucking so slightly to make sure you're okay with the touch before he continues.

You can't help but let out a shallow moan, tossing your head back to give him more access. He took that as a yes, increasing the suction between love bites, grazing his teeth along your skin, making the hair stand up on the back of your neck. "Still feeling good?" Eddie's now low, lusty voice asked, whispering so close his lips scraped along your ear. His breath dripping down neck to your clavicle making the heat in between your legs become too much to ignore. Eddie takes his lips away from your neck cupping your face with both of his large calloused hands. "You sure you wanna do this" he said, panting already, feeling like the air shot up 10 degrees. "Please Eddie" you whine. Hearing you say his name with such want making his jeans grow tighter, as his member twitched in his boxers. "That's all I needed to hear" he smirks, pushing you down to where you were laid flat on the bed, hovering over you before placing a wet, quick kiss on your lips.

To Be Continued... part 2

[wenclairisreal]

THESE ARE MY OPINIONS ON S4 VOL2!!!!!!

SPOILERS AHEAD READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

First we will start with Eleven, I honestly thought her character had so much potential this season and it wasn't completely wasted, I loved the scene where Nancy Robin and Steve killed Vecna, I think it's better in some ways because it ended differently, it wasn't flashing lights with eleven just killing the monster, because it was so much more.

I think Millie put so much extreme effort and emotion into season 4, she did the most amazing job and I really hope we get to see more of her in season 5.

Eddies death. Ok the duffer brothers better have pulled a hopper, Eddie is one of the most fun and loving characters in the show at this time, he is a comfort character to many including me, and killing him of was really unescessary, but not only was it unescessary, it was expected and predictable, duffer brothers always manage a way to kill off a character that everyone loves, but always keep the characters that everyone hates. And one last thing, something that made me so mad was the fact that we didn't get anybody else's reaction to his death, he died and Dustin would have left I presume. But we never got any of the characters to mourn his death, so that's really disappointing because It seemed as if nobody cared except for Dustin and Eddies uncle.

Rest in piece Edward Munson 🕊🎸

Now for Stancy, I can only say one thing.

No.

Ok, I'm sure alot of people say this but we actually need to give Max a break, the poor kid isn't even 18 yet and has had to put up with being verbally and physically abused by Billy, then had to watch Billy get killed right in front of her, she had her stepfather leave which seemed to not bother her, but more bothered her mother which resulted in Max mostly being alone with just a few friends. And if Max is actually dead then so help me I will march up to the duffer brothers front doorstep and smash they're door down with an axe just to make them bring her back. And another thing, she got possessed multiple times and was floating around and shit twice, had a vision of Lucas turning against her, then floated the 2nd time whilst 3-4 of her bones snapped, both of her arms and one of her legs, and maybe more than we don't know of. Then now she's probably going to end up blind and have no memories, or dead.

Robin and Vickie.

I'm sorry this shit gotta be talked about, I personally think that Robin maybe deserves better than Vickie? But don't get me wrong, I think Vickie is an amazing character and I would love to see her and Robin have some kind of connection, but just hear me out, either Robin built confidence or lost feelings because in the ending scene when they were in the shelter, it was Vickie who was rambling, not Robin. Which means Robin wasn't nervous around her which can lead to her probably not having many feelings for Vickie as time had passed, and after Robin saw Vickie at warzone with her "boyfriend" she was talking to Steve and saying how it was probably time she got over it anyway.

And Vickie, I'm sorry babes but is Robin really just "someone from band"? Is she not more? Is she not your friend? And if you ain't gonna treat her right then I will 💀.

Nancy.

I don't have much to say but I personally liked Nancy's storyline in volume 2, it seemed similar to most, yk Nancy and her guns and her being the powerful slaying woman she is, I just wish we got more of her in vol.2 along with Robin as well. Apart from that I thought Nancy was hella badass and ate up every scene she was in. And how come nobody is talking about the fact that she was the one who killed vecna? Like he was the main villain of the whole show, he was only introduced in s4 but had really been there since s1, and "Nancy the priss wheeler" killed him without hesitation, and we support her for that.

Ronance.

Duffers, they had so much potential. SO MUCH, THEY EVEN HELD HANDS, still disappointed we didn't even get a hug or anything out of them instead we just got them making they're merry way out of the season not even together but more apart. I was screaming with joy by the scene we got to when Robin knelt down so Nancy could get up. And then they gave us stancy like 4 seconds later 🙄.

Like ur not helping the situation.

Will and his coming out.

I can't even say anything because HE DIDNT EVEN HAVE A COMING OUT, do you guys realise we waited around 6-7 years for will to come out and he didn't even mention the words himself. I atleast expected him to have a coming out scene to Jonathan or maybe Joyce when she came back, but nothing. Duffers, you have failed the gays once again.

Steve, don't get me wrong I love his character but.. I think there was too much wasted potential in this season for him to be a really good character, like what they should have done is sent Nancy and Robin to kill Vecna, and Steve and Eddie to play the guitar with the demo-bat thing, then sent Dustin with Max, Lucas, and Erica, I feel like him and Erica would have worked really well together. Anyway I still minorly enjoyed his screen time.

Stancy, again.

Ok so yes, I'm bringing them up again.

I think that bringing stancy back would ruin everything that Nancy and Steve have fought for.

Including the fact it would ruin both of the characters and they're development that they've both made over the 3-4 seasons. And overall I just don't like the ship. Like why would they ruin a perfectly fine jancy for Steve and Nancy. Would probably destroy me tbh.

Unpopular opinion, I don't really think Jason should have died. Yes I hated him but imagine you were in his situation, his girlfriend died out of nowhere and the last person she was with was Eddie. I personally would have wanted to get revenge, although I take that back for his last few scenes when he was alive. But if they can do character development with Steve they could have done it with Jason. And instead of killing Eddie off I think they all would have become pretty good friends. Go ahead and hate on me for that tho.

I think that's about it. Might make a part two idk

[quickspinner]

The Truth Hurts

(I’m sorry I know that title is super unoriginal but it fits so well)

Spoilers for S4E1 Truth

Also not especially a fix it fic, more of an aftermath fic, so prepare for pain. 

I’m late but this is for the LBSC Sprint Challenge prompt  2. “So, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me because I, too, am fluent in silence.” I actually only spent two sprints on this and then I thought I was done enough, but I did add quite a bit more trying to bring it to a satisfactory close. I think I still fit pretty closely to the time restraints plus editing though. Except I’m already a day late so the editing was not very heavy on this one. Hopefully I didn’t miss too many errors or word repetitions. 

Luka pain (sorry) and Couffaine sibling solidarity. Special apologies to @airi-p4 because I didn’t fix anything, I just made it worse.  😅

Warnings for Dad Pain and abandonment issues. 

He woke up numb. Which wasn’t a bad option, all things considered. 

Then he rolled over. And there was the face. Staring from his wall, like it had been for, what...seven years? 

The face of his father.

He wasn’t so numb anymore. Luka shoved the covers off of himself and sat up, staring at that face. 

For a few minutes last night, heartbroken and sick at everything that had happened, Luka had known what it was like to have a father. One who cared. Jagged had hugged him. Ankara’s hugs were tight and hard, but she still had a woman’s body, soft and curved, a little plump with age and childbearing. All Luka could think of as his father embraced him was how bony he was. The metal clink of Jagged’s jewelry was nothing like the quiet click of Anarka’s beaded bracelets, and his arms were thin, his body broad-shouldered but thin, without any of Anarka’s cushioning. Luka had never really spent time imagining what a father’s hug felt like, but it was different from a mother’s, and that was good enough for him at the moment.

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t needed a hug just then. Badly, in fact. 

It all felt like such a dream; something from a movie plot. His father, his idol, suddenly one person, and promising to write a song with Luka, it...it was overwhelming. It was like every little-boy daydream come true. 

But it wasn’t a dream, and Luka wasn’t a little boy anymore. So he wasn’t al that surprised when Jagged left.

Because he had a party to go to. 

Because he’d left his family long ago for a rich and famous rock star life, and he had never once looked back. 

I know how to turn feelings into an awesome song . 

Luka lunged up out of bed, turning over the pile of stuff at the end of his bed until he found his laptop. With it in hand, he turned and reached to snatch the earbuds off his nightstand amp, and then paused with them tangled in his fist, thinking. 

“Luka?” Juleka mumbled, sitting up in her bed. 

Luka ignored her. As much as he loved her, he couldn’t take care of her right now. He couldn’t. He threw his earbuds down on his bed and went upstairs instead, jaw set, shoving crap out of his way carelessly until he unearthed the wiring for the sound system. 

He hooked up his laptop with shaking hands and blurring vision. He could barely breathe as he queued up his entire Jagged Stone collection, chronologically, from memory, because he was officially Jagged Stone’s number one fan and it wasn’t even hard. 

Luka cranked up the sound system, and pressed play. Jagged Stone’s very first album blared from the speakers above him. Luka skipped the first song hurriedly. He wasn’t ready to face that memory just yet.

“What in the seven seas—” he heard behind him, and he turned, fixing his eyes on his mother. He wasn’t even sure what kind of face he was making, but she stopped in her tracks.

She knew, all this time . She knew that these songs were about her, were about them . 

You are the donut of my life, Jagged’s voice howled from the speakers. The donut. Sweet, but heavy. Bad for you. Not something you ate every day. Not something that nourished you or made you better. 

God, how it must have hurt Anarka all these years, hearing those songs over and over and knowing.

It was hurting her now, he could see. 

Luka could have stayed below. He could have used the earbuds. He could have spared her. He could have suffered privately.

He wasn’t sorry he hadn’t. Not this time. 

Anarka sighed through her nose, and then turned and walked away, fists clenched. 

He’d feel bad about it later. It wasn’t like he didn’t have enough to be sorry for after yesterday. Might as well lump it all in together. Luka turned back to his computer, and pulled his legs up, wrapping his arms around them and setting his chin on his knees as he closed his eyes to listen to the blaring music. To the truth .

Even thinking the word twisted his stomach and made him feel sick. But that’s what this was, wasn’t it. The truth about his father’s feelings. Luka almost wanted to laugh. It explained so much, now. The sentimentality of Jagged’s early work. And here, around his third album, here was where he moved on . Where he got over them. 

I abandoned everything, but not my dreams .

Here was where he began to take on the persona of the true rock ‘n roll artist. Where he convinced himself it was all for the best because now he could make pure art, now that no one—now that Anarka and Luka nad Juleka weren’t holding him back .

My guitar is my only family.

Goddamnit, Luka loved that song. He buried his face in his knees and gripped his hair with both fists. 

He felt hands on his back. Two hands, flat against him, rubbing slightly. Soothing. His mind flew, irrationally, to Marinette, but when he raised his face enough to look over his shoulder, it was Juleka sitting there behind him, her hands resting on his back, her shoulders curled inward as she peered at him through her hair. Of course. Because Marinette had no reason to be here anymore, and he’d chased his mother out. Of course it was Juleka, who had never wanted to know the truth, who had preferred not knowing to being disappointed.

Luka was starting to see her point. 

And now he had forced this, all this on her. The truth she had never wanted to hear screaming out in stereo sound. 

God, he was such an ass. He might be angry at his mother but none of this was Jules’ fault. 

Juleka moved her hands hesitantly to his shoulders, and leaned against his back, resting her cheek against him. Luka lifted one hand to cover hers, and put his head down on his knees again, pulled a little bit out of his own selfish pain by her presence. He appreciated her silent forgiveness. 

Soon he would have to get up. The world wasn’t going to stop for his shattered heart, and Luka would have to get up, and put on his brave face, and deal with things like Luka Couffaine did. Honestly, head on, by telling the truth as he saw it. He owed it to Juleka to help her work through it too, since he was the one that forced the knowledge on her. Silently he vowed not to let her be overlooked. Jagged owed it to her to at least look at her and acknowledge her. If she didn’t want anything to do with him after that, then that was her choice. 

Juleka’s head nudged his back, and he sighed. She moved her hands again, this time putting her thin arms around him and hugging him tight. Luka took another long breath, and leaned back into her a bit, as Jagged’s Most Rockin’ Hits Vol 1 began to play.

Under the moon, deep within the woods...

Luka closed his eyes and swallowed hard. “I broke up with Marinette,” he said quietly. “Or maybe...we broke up with each other. I don’t know.” He sighed shakily. “I guess we just...weren’t meant to be. Right now.” He swallowed again against the lump in his throat. “It’s probably for the best. I’ve...got a lot to deal with right now anyway.” 

Juleka had tensed when he said it, with surprise, he thought. But she listened, and hummed a wordless acknowledgement, and hugged him tighter. 

If his tears dripped on her arms, she didn’t complain. The back of his shirt was feeling a bit damp, anyway. 

The truth hurt. He’d always known that, but he also believed in the healing it brought. Better to face the pain head on, where you know it’s coming, than let it fester and burst on you when you weren’t prepared for it. Luka had enough experience with denial to know that running away only left your back bared to the knife. 

Juleka’s face pressed a little harder between his shoulder blades. 

Luka sighed, and reached out to turn the music off. He turned towards Juleka so that she leaned against his side, and he put his arm around her, and they leaned on each other in the suddenly deafening silence. 

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers Zero Vol. 12 Azusa Mukami [Track 1]

Original title: 串刺しの蝶たち

Source: Diabolik Lovers Zero Vol. 12 Azusa Mukami [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Kishio Daisuke

Translator’s note: The second to last Zero CD I have to translate before completing the entire series, wooh~! I know Azusa isn’t a very popular character within the fandom, but I actually have a huge soft spot for him after translating his Eternal Blood CD. ;w; He is just such a cutie at times, it warms my heart. Hearing his ‘clone’ talk regularly completely threw me off though! He sounds so different, but in a good way! I kind of wish Azusa would start talking a little faster himself but I suppose that’s part of the charm of his character?

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Track 1: Pinned Butterflies

*Creaaaaak*

*THUD*

The two of you step inside the museum.

“It’s really...pouring outside, huh?”

You nod.

“I’m glad we just so happened...to pass by a place where we can take shelter from the rain...If not, we might have ended up...wandering through the forest while sopping wet...However, if we return home late...Ruki and the others will...get worried. I wonder if we should have just...headed straight home after finishing our errand?”

You frown. 

“It has been a while since we visited the Demon World...So we just wanted to make a little detour, right...?”

*CRASH*

You flinch at the thunder.

“...Oh. It struck closeby...With the weather like this...It seems smart to stay here...until the rain lifts...”

You agree.

“We’ll end up returning home late but...Let’s stay here just a little longer? Then after we’re back...We can apologize to everyone. I’m sure they’ll understand...If we explain.”

You nod.

“Mmh. I suppose we can kill some time...inside this building?”

Azusa starts looking around.

“Hm...But...I didn’t expect to find a museum around here...Seems like we are the only visitors though...Furthermore...Oh. What an impressive amount of portraits...Several people are portrayed...Seeing them all lined up next to each other like this...makes me a little anxious.”

You tell him it’s a little creepy.

“Mmh. I’m sure they would have made for nice paintings...if only their expressions were a little more bright...But they all seem to be suffering. ...That large canvas over there...The man on it looks sad, don’t you think? I wonder if he...went through a painful experience? ...This museum is kinda...weird.”

*CRASH*

“Ah...! ...Ah, are you okay? ...The thunder is a little scary here, don’t you think? It said on the guide map that there’s a basement floor as well...So should we move there?”

*TIMESKIP*

You have arrived in the basement.

“Just as I thought...We can’t hear the thunder down here...It’s less illuminated than the earlier floor but...It seems comfortable to stay at.”

Azusa comes to a halt.

“Oh. A door. I wonder what room this is...?”

He opens the door.

*Creaaaak*

“Woah...It’s so spacious...There’s a bunch of glass cases...Are they exhibiting something, perhaps...? ...Oh! There’s a lot of...insects. They all look like...specimen.”

You get scared, hiding behind Azusa.

*Rustle*

“Oh? What’s wrong...? No need to hide...They can’t move, so it’s fine...”

You still seem worried.

“Hm...There’s a lot of species from the Demon World but...I can spot some insects which exist in the human world as well...Ah! This! These are the bugs which devastated Yuma’s garden in the past...They ate the vegetables Yuma had been carefully growing...It was quite the fiasco...Me and Kou had to help him get rid of the bugs as well...Fufu~ Brings back memories...”

The two of you continue looking around.

“...Oh. Now that I got a better look, they’re displayed all over the walls as well. I wonder if that...large insect the size of a cushion is...real?”

You get scared again.

“...Oh. Ah...Huh? Your complexion looks...pale?”

You explain. 

“Ah...I’m sorry. I guess these are scary to you...even if they can’t move? Yet I failed to notice...Shall we leave this room now?”

You try and act tough. 

“You don’t look okay...No need to push yourself...Okay?”

*Rustle*

“Your body is...shaking. Hey, come here.”

Azusa pulls you close.

*Rustle rustle*

“I’m sure you’ll calm down in my embrace...In no time...”

He starts stroking your head.

“There, there...Everything will be okay...I’m with you...after all...”

You smile. 

“Mmh. I’m glad you seem a little more...relaxed. Ah...But you’re still a little tense...I wonder if we should touch each other more...?”

He cups your cheek.

“Whenever you do this to me...I always feel really relieved...So I figured you might feel the same...How is it?”

You tell him it feels nice.

“Fufu~ I’m glad...Then, next up...Mmh.”

*Smooch*

You get flustered.

“Hehe~ You twitched just now...Hm. Seems like you’re gradually relaxing...Also the scent of your blood...has grown sweeter. Does it feel...good, perhaps? Oh. Right. If you feel good, you’ll no longer be bothered by the specimen, right...?”

*Rustle*

“Say...I’ll suck your blood. If I do that, you don’t have to worry about a thing...”

You seem a little worried. 

“Don’t worry...Leave it to me. Mmh...”

Azusa bites you.

*Gulp*

*Sluuuurp*

“Haah...Mmh...Your blood is...extremely delicious. Say, do you feel good now?”

You don’t respond.

“What’s the matter? Was this...simply not enough? Hm...Hehe. However, you’re enraptured. Your cheeks are flushed and...you’ve got that dreamy look in your eyes. Haah...I wonder why you are this cute?”

You quickly cover your face with both hands.

“Oh...Why would you hide your face? I want to...see it.”

You explain.

“It’s...embarrassing? Hm...There’s really no reason to conceal it though. But...If you don’t want to, I won’t force you...You can keep your hands there, okay? I’ll suck your blood from here...”

He bites you again.

*Sluuuuurp*

“...Haah...Such sweet noises...Even though you said it’s embarrassing...You actually wanted me to do this...right? Hehe. I’ll bite other places too...”

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp gulp*

“Mmh...Hah...Haah...Oh. You no longer...need to hide your face? Has your mind...gone blank?”

You nod.

“Fufu~ I’m glad that’s the case. ...Your body has...stopped shivering as well, it seems...I wanted to do this for your sake but...I ended up getting a little too into it as well. Hm...The wounds aren’t deep so I’m sure the bleeding has stopped already...”

Azusa takes a deep breath.

“The whole room’s filled with the scent of blood now, huh...? It might be good that there’s...no other Vampires here. If someone else was around, it might have lead to trouーー”

A sudden gust of wind can be heard.

“O-Oh...? Ah...What was that just now...? The sound of the wind...? It kind of sounded like someone...crying?”

You tell Azusa you don’t like being here.

“...M-Mmh...Guess we should take our leave soon...? It might have...stopped raining by now. Let’s head back up.”

*TIMESKIP*

*Creaaaak*

“Ugh...Oh? Huh? We ended up in a...different room? Did we take...a wrong turn?”

Azusa steps into the room.

“It’s better lit than the other rooms...There’s a canvas and art supplies...Everything’s all over the place. ...Seems like this isn’t an exhibition room. There’s no specimen either, so don’t worry. Say...This might be a working space? Oh...If that’s the case...We might get scolded for entering without permission, right? Let’s quickly leave. It’d be troublesome if...we were to stain something important...”

He bumps into something while turning around.

*Thud*

*Flip*

“...Aah! Oh...I dropped them...S-Sorry...!”

Azusa kneels down to pick up the papers and so do you.

“Ah...Thank you for helping me...”

The two of you pick up the drawings.

“I guess we’ve got them all now...?”

*Flip*

“Oh...These were drawn with...pencil, I suppose? What a beautiful person...It’s the same woman portrayed on all of them. I’m sure she was...someone very important.”

T/N: From this point onwards, I will be putting fake Azusa’s dialogue between ( ) and changing the font to bolded italics. This CD has both the real and the fake Azusa interacting with you and each other, so hopefully that will make it a bit easier to tell them apart.

( Exactly. She was important. )

“...E-Eh?”

( To me, she was irreplaceable.... )

“...!? W-Who are you...? Where are you...!?”

( Right here. Look at the wall. )

“Oh? ...Huh? My...portrait? Are you the one...who talked just now?”

( That’s right. Nice to meet you, dear visitors. Ah. I suppose it would be rude to introduce myself from within the canvas. )

The fake Azusa steps out of the frame.

( ...Uhm, let me greet you one more time. Nice to meet you, dear visitors. Welcome to the museum. )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[ladyanaconda]

Helluva Boss Vol 2: Loo Loo Land

Striker awoke with a start, panting heavily. His heart pounded so fast that he thought it would burst out of his chest at any moment now. The imp sighed as he ran a hand through his ash white hair.

He had that nightmare again. He didn't cry, as he had no more tears to shed and it wouldn't being her back but the wound was still raw. He'd tell himself that he did what she asked of him: to save their son. However, the guilt was still there.

Striker went to the kitchen for a glass of water. As he looked through the window, he noticed it was raining. There were no thunders tonight but still, he better go check on Jake just in case.

Something pulled on his pants. Speak of the devil! Striker looked down and found the infant next to his leg, his little hand grasping his pants. How Jake managed to crawl all the way down from his nursery was a mystery to Striker.

"What's up, kiddo?" Striker asked, not really expecting an answer. Jake reached out his hands, asking to be picked up. Sighing, he bent down to pick up his son. " Can't sleep either, huh? That makes two of us, my boy," he said gently as he walked up the stairs. "How about we keep each other company for a while? It'll be less lonely that way."

Striker sat on his bed and placed Jake on his lap. He entertained the little one with the rattling of his tail for a while until Jake lost interest and snuggled into his father's chest, yawning. Striker knew what the little one needed. Jake protested via whimpers as he was tucked back into his nearly started to wail if not for the familiar sound of a guitar's strings and his father's voice as the cradle was rocked from side to side.

Come stop your crying

It will be alright

Just take my hand

Hold it tight

I will protect you

From all around you

I will be here

Don't you cry

For one so small

You seem so strong

My arms will hold you

Keep you safe and warm

This bond between us

Can't be broken

I will be here don't you cry

'Cause you'll be in my heart

Yes, you'll be in my heart

From this day on

Now and forevermore

You'll be in my heart

No matter what they say

You'll be here in my heart

Always

Always…

Jake had long been lulled into sleep by the end of the song. Smiling, Striker kissed the little one's forehead.

"Good night."

*HB*

"M and M, J and S, get in here! We're going to Loo Loo Land!"

Striker frowned under his hat, annoyed at having his nap interrupted. "Isn't that the rip-off of Lucifer's far more popular LuLu World?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"That's right, Strike! Stolas is paying us extra cash for making sure he and his daughter are still breathing by the end of the day."

Striker covered his face with his hat again. "Sorry, Blitz, my contract only includes assassination jobs."

"Look at it this way: you're going to 'assassinate' whoever tries to lay a hand on Stolas and his daughter."

The cowboy frowned. "Why us? Doesn't that blueblood have a whole legion of guards at his disposal?"

"Come on, dad! I want to go to Loo Loo Land!" Jake pleaded, taking his father's hat. "I've never been to a theme park!"

"Yeah, Strike, it'll be fun!" Millie wrapped an arm around the cowboy's shoulder. "You won't find a cheaper theme park in all of Hell, plus it's a good opportunity for you and Jake to spend some quality time together!"

Striker would have protested further, but Jake (and Blitzo) were giving him the 'puppy eyes' face. At last, he murmured. "Ugh. Fine."

They picked up the owl Goetias in I.M.P.'s van and went straight to the theme park in the Greed ring. As always, Striker and Jake rode Bombproof to avoid an overcrowding inside the vehicle, especially with two bluebloods inside.

Striker'd seen a few tv commercials about Loo Loo Land, but something he'd learned over the years is that no intentional rip-off of anything was worth wasting money on. He was soon proven right once they arrived at the place. Most of the attractions within Loo Loo Land were either broken, cracked, or disheveled-looking. And judging by the look on Octavia's face, she didn't like it here either. Jake, on the other hand…

"Cool! Look, dad, there's a carousel! Can we go? No, wait, I wanna try the roller coaster first! Whoa, is that a dragon? I must pet it!" the impling was running around the place, awing over the rides and booths with wide eyes.

"Blitz better add another zero to my next paycheck." Striker murmured under his breath.

"Woow! I haven't been to this place since I was a tot! It hasn't changed a bit- oh, LOOK!" Millie pulled Moxxie and Jake into a hug and gestured to an old dinosaur-like animatronic. "It's Big Woobly!"

"That is… deeply upsetting," Moxxie whispered.

"Oh, come on! It's fun! You've never been here?"

"No, theme parks always disturbed me. Especially the mascots."

"I agree with Moxxie." Millie, Jake, and Moxxie himself gave Striker a baffled look. "As incredible as it sounds."

"Well, hey there!" Striker was caught off guard as Moxxie suddenly jumped into his arms with a frightened yelp as a guy in an old cartoonish apple costume appeared out of nowhere. The only reason he didn't drop Moxxie was that he too was disturbed by the awful, smelly costume. "I'm Loo Loo! Welcome to Loo Loo Land! If ya'll get hurt, just try and sue us!"

Striker quickly wrapped his tail around Jake's waist and lifted him up before he could get too close to 'Loo Loo'.

"Hey, dad, let go!" the impling protested.

"Stay away from that predator, kiddo." Striker finally dropped Moxxie to the ground.

"I have a question."

"Well, ask away, little girlie!" the mascot made a poor attempt at goofy laughter.

Octavia sneered. "Is it true this park is just a really shameless spin-off or Lucifer's far more popular Lu Lu World? This place reeks of insecure corporate shame."

Striker held tightly unto Jake until they left the creepy mascot behind. Being new to this place, he decided to follow Millie and Moxxie around for a while.

"You really love this place, huh?" Moxxie asked casually.

Millie nodded eagerly. "I love this place! My parents would bring me and my siblings here when they could swing it. Money-wise."

"Dad, look!" Jake ran towards a gift shop and pressed his face against the window, eyeing a plush dragon like the one on the Petting Zoo. "Can I have one?"

Striker only had to look at the price, 400 souls, to reply. "Absolutely not."

"Whyy?"

"400 souls for a doll you'll end up throwing away? Don't you wanna throw away all of my salary, since you're on it?"

Jake pouted, arms crossed. "Meanie."

"He does have a point. I mean, that much for a novelty cup you use one time?" Moxxie added, pointing at said cup worth 29 souls.

"Cause it's Loo Loo Land!" Millie chirped.

"Listen to your hoe, Mox." Blitzo seemingly had no trouble with loading up on the theme park's merch. "Hey, Strike, how 'bout you and I take the first watch while M and M have a little fun with Jakey?"

"Can I, dad? Please, please, please!"

Striker sighed. "Fine. Just stay close to Millie and Moxxie and listen to whatever they tell-"

"Um, Striker, I have to interrupt your fatherly monologue, but they already left." Blitzo was right. Millie, Moxie, and Jake were gone already.

Striker merely sighed and loaded his rifle.

*HB*

Jake still couldn't understand why his father had never brought him to Loo Loo Land before. This place was incredible! The rides, the junk food, kicking the guy in the Loo Loo costume; for some reason, he couldn't resist the urge every time he saw the apple costume. And of course, Moxie simply had to ruin everything. His wimpy stomach couldn't handle The Lawsuit ride and he ended up vomiting unto the people in the front car, Jake included. They had to get him new clothes in the nearest gift shop.

"You're so lucky my dad wasn't here or he would have fed you to that," Jake pointed at the dragon peeking over the Petting zoo fence.

"Okay, guys, how about we take a look around the smaller rides?" Millie suggested.

"You mean the kids area? That's where the Petting Zoo is! Can we go there to see the dragon?"

"I don't care as long as I don't have to get on top of it," Moxxie murmured, his hand still clutching his stomach. Jake squealed happily.

There were lots of animals at the Petting Zoo. Jake recognized some from Wrath, most notably some Hellhorses with green fire to reflect Greed. He had seen how Bombproof's fire color change from orange to red each time they entered Pride, and it had changed to a minty green when they entered Greed. There were other animals he had only seen in books too, but his attention was entirely focused on the giant red, black and white wyvern. Known as Hellvern, it is native to Greed and is often used as a 'guardian dog' of sorts by Overlords.

Jake felt a shiver down his spine as the giant dragon stared down at him curiously. Taking a deep breath, he stroked the animal's snout. Once he realized his hand was attached to his body, Jake began to laugh and jump.

"I touched the dragon, I touched the dragon!" he cried out happily. "Just wait until I tell dad!"

"Oh, I bet he'll be very proud of you!" Millie smirked, ruffling the impling's hair. "

Afterward, they took a break from the rides and wandered around the snack and game booths. Jake and Millie ate big cones of ice cream bugs and fried butter sticks. Moxxie chose not to consume any 'junk food of questionable origin'.

"This place is amazing! Man, I wish I'd come here sooner!" Jake said happily as he looked around the game booths.

"So Striker has never brought here? He would have loved the rides for sure!" Millie pointed out.

"Nah, dad's never been too fond of machines. He'd rather do things the old-fashioned way."

Moxxie scoffed. "Yeah, why would he come to work on a horse otherwise?"

"Well, at least we don't waste time on looking for a parking spot."

"Touché, kid."

"Hey, now that we're on it, I don't think we've ever met your mom."

Jake stopped in his tracks. His… mom? It's the first time someone's brought that up. Dad has never talked about her and there are no photos of her in the house. But surely he had one, right? Everyone has one.

"Hello, hello! Step right up and win a thing!"

Millie's excited cry distracted Jake from his thoughts. "Oh, look, Moxxie! A thing!" The 'thing' in question was a purple stuffed penguin-like creature with imp horns and pink overalls.

"Oh, you like that thing?"

"Yesss! I don't really know what that thing is but I want that thing!"

Moxxie smirked. "Finally, something I can handle." he placed a soul bill on the counter. "Okay! One game, please!"

Unsurprisingly, the cork but the target. To Jake's surprise, however, the target barely moved. Moxxie didn't seem to mind since he had hit the bullseye.

"Strike one, little man!"

Moxie's smugness faded instantly. "But I hit it!"

"Hmm, I don't know what to tell ya, buddy. The target, see?" the vendor pointed at said target "It didn't go down, so yeah, no go, bro."

Growling, Moxie placed another bill on the counter and fired another cork at the bullseye, but again it didn't move. Annoyed, Moxxie slapped the pistol. "The Heaven's wrong with this thing?!"

"Oh. Man, a real shame, I tell ya." the carnie made crying gestures in a mocking manner, prompting Moxxie to slam yet another bill on the counter.

*HB*

As incredible as it may sound, Striker envied his son. Jake was probably having a great time at the admittedly cool-looking rides while he is stuck babysitting a blueblood. He couldn't say he was completely bored, though. Turns out the pervert was right when he said there'd be lots of people going after him. Striker even ended up making a bet with Blitzo over who could shoot more people by the end of the day. Up to now, Striker was winning.

The cowboy casually spotted Octavia, who by then looked like she'd snap at any second now. He couldn't blame her, the show's musical number was rather bizarre.

"How come that pervert hasn't noticed his daughter is not enjoying himself at all?" he asked Blitzo casually.

"Not our business, Strike. We're their bodyguards, not their family therapists. Speaking of which," Blitzo shot an assassin in the back before he could stab Stolas. Blitzo smirked. "That makes it four on my count, Striker."

"Let's save that for later, Blitz. Looks like the mare's finally kicked." Striker motioned to Octavia as she fled the tent, Stolas following closely behind.

"You should find Jakey. It's Millie and Moxxie's watch, anyway, they can go keep an eye on Stolas."

Striker nodded gratefully and left the circus tent. Surprisingly, it didn't take him too long to find Jake, Moxxie, and Millie. They were at a shooting game booth. Judging by the enraged look in Moxxie's face and the 600 souls in the vendor's hands, the wimp just got scammed.

"Hey, dad! You won't believe what I did, I petted a dragon!"

Striker chuckled and petted the boy's head. "I'm glad you had a great time, kiddo."

"Hey, you, cowboy! You look like ye might be better at shooting this sad little fella."

Striker frowned. He knew from experience that these booths were rigged to scam customers out of their money at the vendor's leisure. He had a better idea. Smirking, Striker pulled out his pistol and handed it to Jake.

"Show them what you got, kiddo."

The impling's face lit up. He pointed the barrel of the weapon at the carnie to give him a fright before shooting all of the targets with flawless precision in quick succession. The bullets went right through the targets, leaving big holes. The carne was reduced to a trembling, frightened mess.

"H-Hey, take it easy, p-pal…" he stuttered nervously as Jake pointed the gun at him again.

"That's my boy!" Striker laughed, patting Jake's shoulder.

"Now I think," Moxxie sneered as he leaned unto the counter. "That you owe us a thing."

Something crashed through the roof of the shooting gallery and on top of the carnie. The group leaned in to take a look.

"Sir?" Moxxie asked.

Striker sighed once he turned around and found the theme park literally on fire. "Really, Blitz? I leave you alone for a second and you screw the damn place up?"

"Oh, hey guys!" Blitzo seemingly didn't hear him as he drew his pistol. "You should probably go, uh, make sure Stolas is okay. I got some… unfinished business to take care of."

The group dispersed, with Millie quickly grabbing her plush thing. Strike quickly picked Jake up and moved out of the way as Blitzo fired at the burning robot; the thing caught the bullet in its mouth and curled up to roll towards Blitzo in a fiery charge. Blitzo jumped out of the way just as the robot hit the booth and it exploded in an inferno of green flames.

"Um, Dad, should we lend Blitzo a hand?"

"I suppose so lest he ends up blowing the whole place up with us inside."

Jake smirked as he spotted the dragon from before on the loose. "I got an idea!"

Striker knew what the boy was thinking. He wasn't sure if it was such a good idea, though; he's dealt with wild hogs, hellhorses, and many fauna, but never a fully-grown Hellvern. Then again, he's always liked challenges. He had Jake climbed onto his back and cling to his neck.

"Hang on tight, my boy, this will be one hell of a ride!"

Grabbing a discarded rope and tying it into a lasso, Striker expertly threw it over the dragon's neck and pulled, tightening around its neck. When the animal reared back and spread its wings, Striker took advantage of the momentum to pull himself onto the Hellvern's back.

"Easy, there! I'm your new master now!" the cowboy shouted over the Hellvern's angry shrieks, pulling the ropes tightly in the manner of reins. It wasn't that hard, as the Hellvern had already been tamed. Otherwise, it was like riding a giant version of Bombproof.

"Woohoo! Can we keep the Hellvern, dad?!"

"I already got enough with a Hellhorse, kiddo!"

Striker led the animal through the green inferno, eyeing the crazy robot going after Blitzo. Millie and Moxxie were shooting it, but it was far too fast for bullets. Striker couldn't contain an excited 'yeehaw' cry as he whipped the Hellvern forward and it snatched Robo Fizz right before it could run Blitzo over; the animal threw Robo Fizz into the air before eating it whole.

"Got a new mount, Striker?! Can I keep Bombproof?!"

"In your dreams, Blitz!"

They barely made it out of Loo Loo Land before it was consumed by flames, then made a run for it before anyone could identify them as the people who destroyed the place. Mammon would look for heads to roll before the day's end, after all.

*HB*

"Best… Day… Ever…" Jake laughed in-between exhausted pants as they got home that night.

Striker fell on top of the couch, groaning in exhaustion. "We're taking the rest of the week off, kiddo. If Blitz calls, tell him Bombproof has a cold or something like that, but I'm not moving from this couch."

Jake joined his father and snuggled against him. "Thanks for taking me to Loo Loo Land, daddy."

"I'd say 'anytime' if the park hadn't been reduced to ashes." Striker chuckled, eyes closed as he wrapped an arm around his son.

As Jake snuggled into his father's arm, he thought about what Millie had said back at Loo Loo Land about.. "Hey, dad?"

"Mmm?"

"Can I ask you something? "

"What?"

"Well…" Jake took a deep breath. "Do I have a mom? I mean, Millie has one, Moxie too, Blitzo… Even Stolas's daughter has a mom. I've never seen any pictures and you've never told me about her…"

Jake trailed off as he heard snoring. Dad had already fallen asleep. He must be really exhausted, Jake thought. I can ask him some other time. I'll let him rest for now.

…

Striker didn't open his eyes until he was certain that Jake had fallen asleep; then he carefully cradled his son in his arms and carried him upstairs all the way to his room. He carefully tucked Jake in as quietly as possible; Jake shifted a bit, but otherwise didn't look like he'd wake up anytime soon. Striker smiled as he stroked his son's hair.

It's not that he didn't want Jake to know about his mother. He wanted to tell his son about the wild-spirited, strong-willed woman that stole his heart. He really did. But he just couldn't find the words to explain what had happened to her. Just even remembering her was like adding lemon and salt to an open wound. Striker would tell Jake about his mother eventually, just not now.

The cowboy carefully placed the stuffed dragon he had grabbed from the shooting gallery in Jake's grasp, carefully leaning in to kiss the boy's head.

"Good night."

*HB*

Well, seems there's been a hint about Jake's mother. What do you think happened to her? I might go into details later on.

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Wednesday 10 April 1839

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fine morning F41° inside and 42 ½° outside at 9 am A- had a motion on getting up and seems rather better A- got up a little before 8 – backwards and forwards with A- breakfast at 9 in ½ about ½ hour – with A- about – out at 10 ¾ - to Listerwick – all seemed going on tolerably – Robert Mann and William Lord and Ben and Thomas Sharpe began this morning filling for my own carts and George Naylor (my 3 horses and his 2) stuff from  reservoir water drift in John Oatess’ field down to the meer embankment-breach – Jack Green following after the carts – then to Sunwood – the frost had been so severe they had not been working – one man there dressing wallstone about nearly 2 roods done and about 2 roods to dress then across the fields from the quarry to Langleys’ farm (Booths’) at Hipperholme – Booth and his family slept there last night 1st time – Mrs. Booth shewed me over the house – she takes pride in it, and all will be very nice – told Booth to see about the bit  more baring wanted at Sunwood (to loose a mass of stone by the natural seam) to see about parpoints for Listerwick blacksmiths’ shop, and to go to Spa house and see what wall had tumbled down, and to see what could be done in the kitchen here about an iron boiler for having hot water – home again in 1 ¾ hour as the servants dinner-bell rung (at 12 ½) – then with A- at her luncheon – then walked 10 minutes with her in front of the house Mrs. Parkinson came to speak to A- sorry she had not paid the ten pounds – but times very bad – then till Mr. Jubb came – all right, she did not take 2 more pills last night – to take one tonight and the remaining 3rd of the mixture tomorrow morning – 1 ¾ gr. calomel in each pile – the mixture in a 6oz. bottle = 12 tablespoonfuls – Mr. J- staid perhaps 20 minutes then walked with A- again till she was tired – perhaps walked this 2nd time 20 minutes or more – then left A- lying on her sofa and I came upstairs read last nights’  paper and ate gingerbread till A- came to me a little before 3 – at 3 or before Joseph Mann came to say Robert would not manage the drum – they had narrowly escaped accidents and not a man about the place would go down again till there was an alteration – Joseph had drawn up David Mann with the jenny – durst not trust the engine – David would have been killed – for Robert could not stop it – told Joseph to put the few coals we have up into the cabin to be ready for the engine, and lock up and have the place, and go for Holt who must see me directly – Joseph and his man to begin tomorrow to do up for Pearson about the water wheel whence we have just removed the scale – wrote all but the 2 first lines of today till 3 25/.. – then with A- making out her cottage rental = about (upwards) £270 per annum Booth came about (before) 5 – to send his cart tomorrow for parpoints (1/2 rood ready) to Sun-wood quarry, and then to bring the tower windows glass from H-x where it has lain in the warehouse about a month – he is also to get, and send by his cart a 12 gallon iron boiler for the kitchen – my own carts too busy at the scale in John Oates’s field to be taken off – about ½ rood of wall down at Spa – Robert Mann to send William Lord to do it up immediately – the passage flagging finished this evening except the last flag up to the south door left unlaid till Mr. Harper says what is to be done about moving the door a little forwarder into the porch – with A- till dinner at 7 10/.. she read 3 ½ pages of French – she seems rather better this evening? – left the dining room about 8 ¼ - wrote the last 9 lines – coffee – read tonights’ paper and then a few pages of Mitford vol. 1 to p. 97/450 4to London 1784. fine day – F42 ½° inside and 35 ½° outside now at 10 ¾ pm came upstairs at 10 ½ A- and I stood talking in the blue room ½ hour -

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[yuugen romantica] uchouten vol. 2: zakuro - track three

3; a sinister shadow

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Here.

Come here.

Sit down.

It’s your room, you don’t need to stand around.

Have you calmed down?

I see.

I’ll stay with you all night tonight, so don’t worry.

I’ve never seen you this scared before.

Even though it wasn’t the real me, it’s kind of weird to think I’m the one who did it…

Shit.

What was that bastard?

He looked just like me.

I can duplicate myself with my powers, but…

The idea that there’s another me I knew nothing about is creepy.

And that bastard said he’d take you…

He really is messing with me.

Don’t move!

Here, you’re hurt.

It’s only light but it looks like claws.

That fake bastard…

I’ll never forgive him.

I can’t be calm!

He’s a spirit! It’s not the same as normal nail marks.

He could slice off your meat and snap your bones in half.

You’re so soft it would be easy for him to tear you to pieces.

If he’d have grabbed you a little harder --

Ah, I’m sorry…

I didn’t want to scare you like this.

I’m just annoyed at myself.

And at that bastard who transformed to look like me.

But… Even if he’s fake, the claws he hurt you with are the same as mine.

If I wanted to, I could…

No, it’s nothing.

I’m here with you for now.

If he comes again, I’ll take him out.

I can’t just let him hurt you using my hands...

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It’s almost the dead of night.

This is the easiest time for a spirit to move around.

That bastard will definitely come.

He hasn’t been here recently because I’ve been keeping an eye on you 24/7.

But I don’t think he’s given up.

So we’re going to ambush him.

The same science lab as that time…

If I possess you, it looks like you’re the only one here.

There’s no way he won’t fall for it.

Ah, the dagger I gave you…

You have it, right?

Good.

Keep a hold on it.

It only works on spirits but it was made especially for Fox Gods.

It’s better not to use it but think of it as a protective charm.

Are you okay?

You’re shaking…

It is scary, isn’t it?

You don’t have to act tough.

God...

I’ll just move behind you a bit.

You like it when I hug you from behind, right?

Look, I’m right here.

You can feel my arms and hear my voice, right?

If you want, I’ll keep talking.

Does that help?

Good.

You’re a good girl.

As soon as that fake bastard turns up, I’m going to kick him into next year.

So don’t worry.

Do you really think it’ll be that easy?

What a warm welcome.

I can see you’re hugging my bride.

Why?!

Can he see me while I’m possessing you?

If that’s your plan, then I’ll do the same.

You’re possessing her too?!

What are you doing?!

I said, didn’t I?

I’m taking this woman.

I won’t let you have her.

What a hot-headed person. Not that I can talk.

Well, I understand.

Who would want to let go of such a cute bride.

Fingers that would break easily.

Ahh, her wrists are so thin too.

I could split them open just by running my claws along them.

Stop!

I won’t hurt her.

Yet.

Hey, bride. Where are you the weakest?

I’ll run my fingers from your wrist, all over you.

Your shoulders.

Or does your collarbone feel better?

You’re going to become mine from now on.

Tell me properly.

I’ll eat you from head to toe.

I’ll at least make it feel good.

Don’t fall for what he says! 

He’ll enchant you.

Focus on me!

Here, I’ll hold your hand.

Squeeze it back.

Don’t be afraid.

I’m right here.

I won’t let him touch you.

Look, she’s shaking.

All I did was brush my fingers along her neck.

Maybe I should rip your skin off with my teeth.

I’ll hug you tight.

Lie against me.

I’ll protect you.

So don’t worry.

You’re desperate.

Do you really think that’ll stop me taking her?

You…

Just try it.

I’ll turn you to ash.

Do you really think you can do that to a ghost possessing her?

It really does feel good to be inside her.

She’s full of trust and love for me.

I can’t think of anywhere a spirit would rather live.

But…

Hey, bride…

I can break that trust into smithereens.

Don’t you want to know?

About my past…

Who I really am?

Don’t listen to him.

He’ll probably just lie.

You’ll know if I’m lying on not if you listen.

It’s about the time you were betrayed by the person who looked after you and almost killed as a result.

Why do you… know that?!

Hey, bride.

You already know some of it, right?

All I used to do was trick people but one day, I was captured by humans.

There are odd people in every part of the world.

They forgave me and let me live in their village with them.

And so I began to live with the humans.

But…

A plague spread through the village and, through the pain, someone began to spread rumours…

The rumour that it was all my fault.

All those kind humans changed their tune and tried to kill me.

Hey, bride.

What do you think I did, after all that despair?

Stop it!

I attacked all those humans who betrayed me, one by one.

I was indiscriminate.

If I could lay my hand on them, I would attack them.

Right?

There was a time I was feared as a fox spirit.

Stop!

It felt really good.

With these claws, I’d attack humans as they ran away!

Shut up!

I didn’t think you’d be able to pull me out like that.

You really are an unreasonable bastard.

You!

What are you?

Who the hell are you?

I said, didn’t I?

I’m you.

You, who attacked humans one by one and ate them all.

The terrifying Nine-tailed Fox.

Shut your mouth!

Stop talking!

Idiot.

Why?!

I was sure it hit him…

Why did it hit you?!

Oi, pull yourself together!

Show me your arm.

It just scratched you…

Transformation is my speciality, right?

The fact you couldn’t tell the difference between me and her…

You really were angry.

You bastard.

That was underhand!

What a menacing expression.

You’re exactly as you were back then.

You’re still a frenzied Fox!

How many humans did you rip apart with those claws?

Can you hug her with those hands?

That’s…

You’ll definitely eat her one day.

The girl you love and treasure the most!

You already know the way for us to become one with a human.

It’s to eat them, bones and all.

If you can’t do it, then I will.

Right, bride?

I’ll come for you tomorrow night, during the full moon.

You can become the wife of a Fox God.

Aren’t you happy?

You can’t run away.

I’ll do exactly as the legends say.

I’ll eat you right up.

Shit...

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What If...? E9 (Finale!) thoughts

I'm SO sorry for not posting this sooner. I was caught up with exams... But without any further ado, here are my thoughts on rewatching!

Spoilers! (Obviously)

Marvel Studios intro: let's go. I cannot tell you how excited I was for this when it first came out.

Batroc???? What's he going to be doing in this one???

Oh it's Captain Carter: The Winter Soldier

And they were best of two female friends✨

BERNARD THE FLAMINGO???

I swear this is shot for shot of the movie

Poor Peter...

The Guardians music!

Star Lord T'Challa, leader of the Ravagers and lost prince of Wakanda

Ok, now I'm just mad they didn't show us this timeline this season

Tony stop saying "suit of armour around the world" challenge (Impossible)

Shuri you're like 12-

Why is he recruiting Killmonger isn't he a villain-

LMAO the Ragnarok Welcome to Sakaar screaming callback

Stephen and Thor beer callback

So do T'Challa and Erik recognise each other?

The Six Infinity gum drops

So where did they get the Chinese takeout?

No sign of intelligent life.

Strange's quoting the Ancient One, aww...

GIANT ULTRON

They get cool magic armour!

Party pooper!

He duplicated Myuh-myuh!

Shang-Chi dragon?

Zombies!

Omg is that...

ZOMBIE WANDA YASSS!!!

Aww she faltered when she saw Vision's face under the armour 🥲

...And he blew her up

Yeah it's Apocalypse Natasha!

Why didn't

Father - Ivan vs Daddy - Alexei, so Yondu was right: there really is a difference.

HE ATE THE EXPLOSION HOW BADASS IS THAT

I love this long take of Ultron having his ass handed to him

...And I love this Soul Stone long take too. Reminds me of GoTG vol. 2 intro with Baby Groot

So the same infinity stones from different universes can be used at the same time...

Oh, strange's different demon sides all coming out... the art is amazing

For a moment I thought Gamora was gonna steal all the stones

The iconic Avengers round shot!

I love the sound design in this show...

Natasha called Peggy Cap!!

Who would have thought that Zola would be the one to defeat save them all?

"This one's for you, Clint." 😭😭😭

Hydra (Hive?) tentacles!

No fair. He can just disintegrate and absorb Vibranium like that?

The Wakandan flute instrument coming in... chills.

Zola in comic-form! No one would have thought he would be in the Vision's body...

...So The Watcher had a Dr. Strange moment and knew that Erik would backstab everyone this whole time...

So now The Sorceror Supreme becomes a Watcher... (Please come back in Multiverse of Madness...)

Damn Natasha's attacking us, the viewers

I 100% forgot about this episode lol

Love how Fury isn't freaked out by this

I know a lot of people were clamouring for the Watcher to put Natasha back in the "Sacred Timeline" but that would totally cheapen our-timeline Nat's sacrifice.

...to the eeeeend.

Man they really can't resist bringing Steve to the future, can they?

[theydontknowaboutusimagines]

Sunflower - Harry Styles AU Series (Volume 4)

The year is 1977 and it’s officially summertime. Y/N is spending it with her family at the Malibu Breeze Hotel, where she meets, aspiring musician, Harry Styles. The two clash in the beginning, but soon realize they may just need each other in the end. Find out just how life changing one summer can be in Sunflower, a Harry Styles AU.

     Here is part 4 of Sunflower. Hope you enjoy it!

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Word Count: 1.9k

The night of the show at The Soundbooth, I couldn’t sleep, no matter how hard I tried. I tossed and turned under the bedsheets, but my body never once gave in to sleep. The next day, my mind was still racing and adrenaline coursed through my veins from the events the night before. However, I soon realized it wasn’t just from performing on stage, but from who I was performing with. I could deny all I wanted and say that Harry wasn’t attractive or that I didn’t feel butterflies in my stomach or my heart would start to race whenever I was around him, I would be lying.

I was afraid of running into either Jasper or Harry at the resort, so I stayed in my room most of the day. Rehearsals started later that night and I was both excited and anxious to go. After we got off stage last night, no one really talked about what had just happened, not with me at least. Marianne could sense something was up with me, but she didn’t press the issue to try and find out what it was.

Part of me wonders if it’s because she could tell I wanted space or because she couldn’t be bothered with it. I would like to believe it was the former, but our budding relationship is still new, so I couldn’t exactly rule the latter out either. I sighed heading out to the balcony. We had a spectacular view of the beach and ocean. The sound of the waves sounded louder from here, almost as if it were an echo.

I closed my eyes taking in the swoosh of the waves as they crashed along the shore and the breeze against my skin. Once again my thoughts went to Harry and how it felt singing with him. I’ve never sang a duet with someone before, but I still knew that what I felt wasn’t normal or something that happens a lot. The longer I sat there, enjoying the sun kissing my skin, I suddenly got the inspiration to write a song.

Getting up from my chair, I went back into the room to get my guitar and notebook. Very seldom did words and a melody just flow out of me so quickly, but when it did, it became my best song I’ve ever written. And as I spent the rest of the day perfecting it, I knew it without a doubt this was my song, the song that would eventually put me on the map.

**

By the time rehearsals came around, the high I felt from the show was gone and replaced with nerves. I had stayed in my room all day, accomplishing my goal of not running into Harry, Jasper, or anyone else that may have been at The Soundbooth. Although, looking back at it now as I stood outside the door, I kinda wish I had already gotten the initial meeting over with earlier.

But it was too late now and I just had to make the best of it. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door. I thought we would have been rehearsing in the same building the audition was at, but it ended up being one of the member’s cabins. I wasn’t sure how that would work out though. I figured I probably should finally knock because if anyone was in there waiting for me, they could probably see me anyway. It was already going to be awkward enough, I don’t want to seem like I’m trying to talk myself into knocking on the door even though that’s exactly what I’m doing.

The old, rickety screen door rattled as I tapped my hand against it.

“It’s open!” I heard someone shout from the other side.

I wasn’t sure who the muffled voice belonged to, but if I had to guess it was Jasper. I turned the knob on the door to open it and walk through the main door into the tiny living room. There was an old, burnt orange leather couch taking up the majority of the room, while a few beach chairs and a small coffee table filled the rest.

“Hey,” Jasper said, walking over, beer in hand.

“Sorry, I’m late,” I said, tightening my grip on my guitar case.

“No problem,” He shrugged. “We’re still waiting on Harry to get his ass here. He had  to work a double today.”

Mentally my eyes widened realizing there was no way he had gotten any sleep between the show last night and now.

“So, I didn’t see you round today,” Jasper stated, taking a swig of his beer.

We walked through the cabin, which appeared bigger than I previously thought, but also still too small to have rehearsals in.

“Oh, yeah, I uh, I had some stuff to do. I didn’t get out much today,” I told him as I followed behind.

“Cool,” he shrugged.

We walked back to the small outdoor porch where the rest of the band sat around with guitars and beers in hand. Seeing them in this setting, made them seem more intimidating and made me feel like I didn’t fit in.

“Y/N, hey,” Sarah smiled waving her drum sticks in my direction.

“Hey,” I waved, nodding at the rest of the band.

“You fucking smashed it, last light,” she smiled. “Come sit, want a beer?”

“Um… sure,” I told her as I walked over to join her at the empty seat.

She opened her mouth to say something, but quickly stopped to look behind me. I followed her gaze to see Harry standing there. He looked exhausted, wearing a white tank top with his uniform trousers and his Malibu Breeze shirt in his hands, but he still made my heart race and my stomach flutter with butterflies.

“Nice to see everyone here,” he stated, looking right at me.

“Same here,” Jasper said, throwing Harry a beer, who instantly catches it without a flinch.

“Okay, let’s get down to business shall we?” Jasper asked standing in the front.

Harry sat down beside Mitch and on the opposite side of me. I turned my body to look at Jasper, but I can feel Harry’s gaze on me. I wondered if he’s thinking about what happened last night and if he does, in fact, feel something between us. Wait a minute… what was I saying? That I have feelings for him? There’s no way, I don’t even know him.

But there was something last night. I can’t explain it and I’m afraid to ask him or anyone for an explanation. I glance out of the corner of my eye to look at him, but he quickly adverts his gaze to Jasper and I do the same.

“Last night was one of our best shows in awhile, agreed?” Jasper noted.

I don’t agree, but I do look around to see everyone’s reaction. Everyone’s nodding, but Harry’s looking at me, no, staring right at me.

“Yeah, it was,” Harry said. “And you had a lot to do with it.”

“Oh, I uh, I don’t know about that. Y’all are really great, groovy, I’ve played together for years, I just did one song,” I shrugged, hoping my face wasn’t as red as it felt.

“But that one song was fucking amazing,” Mitch spoke up, causing everyone to turn their heads. “Oh fuck off. I do speak, you know.”

I hold back a smile at that, “Thank you, but I didn’t really do anything… and it’s not like it’s my song either.”

“You made it your own though,” Harry said. “And you had that crowd eating out of your fucking hands…”

I couldn’t tell if he was annoyed with me or paying me a compliment. Either way, I felt my face getting even redder and I really hoped it wasn’t noticeable.

“Look, I uh, I want to thank you for giving me this opportunity I don’t want to fuck things up, I just want to play music,” I tell them.

“Well, now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s get rehearsals started, yeah?” Jasper said.

**

The rest of rehearsals is more than I could have imagined. We joked around, ate pizza, and messed around on our guitars as I learned more of their songs. I didn’t realize how late it was until I could hear music over the loudspeaker on the other side of the cabin. Apparently, there was a party amongst the staff every night. Jasper, Mitch, and Sarah had already made their way out to join the party, while I cleaned up, putting my guitar back in it’s case.

I had assumed Harry had already left as well, until he appeared right before me.

“You can stay for the party,” he said.

“Oh, um, maybe next time,” I said putting a strand of hair behind my ear and out of my face. “It’s already late, I should get going.”

“Ah, right, parents,” He said.

I wish that weren’t the case. The last thing I needed was to come off like a little kid who still did everything Mommy and Daddy told her to do.

“Something like that,” I mumbled.

“Um… do you mind if I walk you back to the hotel?” He asked.

“Don’t you have a party to get to?” I asked.

“Missing one party isn’t going to kill me,” Harry shrugged.

“Um, sure, then, if you don’t mind,” I said.

“I offered didn’t I?” He asked.

I bit my lip with a nod and he took my guitar case from me. We both left the cabin and the partygoers behind us as we walked along the beach in the moonlight. Neither one of us said anything for a bit, however, it didn’t feel awkward. I still decided to break the silence.

“Thank you for uh… walking with me,” I told him.

“No problem,” he said. “Um.. look the reason I wanted to do this was so I could talk to you about last night.”

“Sorry if I uh... overstepped… it was your show,” I started.

“You didn’t,” he said. “And it turned into our show. You-you have a gift… a talent… and I saw it during your audition, but I heard it… felt it last night.”

“Thank you,” I blushed.

“Y/N, I know I’ve been an ass to you,” he sighed. “I just… I really want this, you know. Music is… the only thing I’m good at, so if this doesn’t work out for me, I don’t know what I would do.”

“I know and I don’t want you to think I would try and jeopardize that for you,” I told him.

“I know you wouldn’t,” he said. “Because I can tell you’re a really cool girl.”

“Thank...you,” I said.

We approached The Malibu Breeze sooner than I would have liked, wondering where our conversation might have gone if we were there just a little bit longer.

“Well, we’re here,” Harry said. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you then,” I told him.

He gave me a small smile before turning to head back, “Harry, wait,” I said quickly.

‘Yeah?” He asked looking back.

“You’re not going to join in on the party when you get back are you?” I asked.

“Why?” He asked.

“I don’t know, you uh… just look like you could use a few extra hours of sleep,” I blushed, bringing my hand up to move hair from his face. “Wouldn’t want you to fall asleep on the job, is all.”

He smiled, lighting up the night sky like the moon shining bright on the ocean. “You’re right, I’ll get a good night’s rest, just for you.”

“Promise?” I smirked.

“Promise,” he smiled reaching for my hand to give it a gentle squeeze. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight,” I smiled, standing there for a few moments while I watched him walk back down the beach.

**

Let me know what you think!!! :) I’m thinking I’m going to do a posting for this every Sunday.