#i like them a normal amount perchance

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hcs about domestic papercut?

WOOOO DOMESTIC PAPERCUT

i hope u dont mind but im gonna slip in some hcs from my 2000s au in here bc i havent talked about it in a bit

FIRST UP 2000s AU WOOO

•curly taught pony how to skateboard by holding ponys hand while pony was on the skateboard and sometimes pony fell onto curly but curly caught him

•pony has an odd amount of vids of curly on his cam corder, perchance he would upload them on youtube and they became one of those lesser known old pioneers of youtube

•curly teaches pony how to play his video games by being close and somewhat holding ponys hand so he gets the ideas of the control, he dont have to do allat fr he could just tell pony the buttons, hes just gay as hell

•LET THEM PLAY DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION TOGETHER, theyd fuck up and step on each others feat a bit but shhhh its ok their shoes r already pretty shitty r

•curly would steal those gaming magazines and him and pony would chill in his room and just read em together

ALRIGHT 2000s hcs over lets get back to the regular ole papercut

•normally curly doesnt like ppl being near him physically and touching him, but he’d always let pony just lay his head on him or just put his whole body weight on him when theyre just chillin

•pony actually does understand some words in kreyòl, curly generally speaks kreyòl and english in his sentences and through context clues pony just picked the meanings up and knows some words

•neither of them ever dresses for the weather, ik for a fact theyve used curlys jacket as an umbrella bc they got caught in the rain

•curly taught pony hot to do that O smoke trick and they both just constantly do it in front of each others face

•if they ever slept together, they dont actually fully wake up u til the other person is fully up, like if pony wakes up and curlys asleep, ponys going right back to sleep, if curly wakes up and ponys asleep, he goes back to sleep, and that just goes on until they wake up together

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

For the 3000 celebration can you write one with Pietro Maximoff and prompt 25

Maybe it’s set at like Halloween and Pietro dresses up as a cowboy so the prompt makes sense

.⋆｡Musketeer And The Cowboy｡⋆.

Pietro Maximoff x plus size reader

Halloween brings out the worst in all of us

Warnings: implied smut, fluff, drinking, the Avengers being the Avengers

WC: 885

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

3000 Follower Celebration

Tony found any and all reasons to throw a party. Fourth of July, New Years, Thanksgiving, even fucking Arbour day got a celebration that included luxury foods and so much alcohol that even thinking about it gave you a hangover.

But by far his Halloween bashes were the most mind blowing. He went all out, even going so far as to turn part of the tower into a truly frightening haunted house. The halls were filled with hyper-realistic decorations and people with extravagant costumes.

You found it fun, it was pretty much like a kid’s party on steroids. You gorged yourself on candy while getting drunk with your favourite people in the world while you all pretended to be someone or something else, in the case of Clint’s famous candy corn costume, for the evening.

This year, you had a group costume with Wanda and Natasha: sexy three Musketeers. With a truly scandalous amount of skin showing beneath a corset, stockings, killer red heels, a frilly collar, huge hat and a fake sword, you truly felt the role. 

You and the girls strolled into the huge ballroom absolutely on top of the world. Immediately, Wanda was pulled away by Vision and onto the dance floor while Natasha made a b-line for the bar, leaving you with a red lipstick stain on your cheek and a wink. 

But you weren’t phased, instead you happily strolled over to the small gathering of some of the older Avengers, gunning for the flask Thor always carried at parties. “Good morrow sirs, perchance you have a nip of ale for me.” You laid the old English accent on thick as you planted yourself by Steve who was dressed as a zombie businessman. He rolled his eyes and handed you his spiked beer. 

“Thank you, my good man.” Thor (who was a playboy bunny this year) beamed at you. You sipped the stronger than normal beer and nodded at the rest of the men in the group. “We have some mixed effort here- Bucky looks like he gave up but Sam, you look great!” Sam, in a very elaborate Dracula 

costume, turned to Bucky, who wore Steve’s Captain America uniform.

“See! I told you that you looked stupid!” Bucky’s left eye twitched.

“No you told me that no one dresses up for Halloween anymore so I shouldn’t bother with a costume.” He grumbled, arms folding dangerously over his chest. You giggled and handed the beer back to your surrogate brother.

“Has anyone seen Pietro? He wanted to do the haunted house with me.” Steve shrugged.

“He wasn’t here when I got here but he may be trying to spar with Hulk, again.” You glanced over to where Tony (Patrick Bateman) and Bruce (Doctor Frankenstein) were drinking in a quiet corner with Peter (Han Solo), most likely chatting about their little science projects. But there was no silver-haired man with them.

“Hmm.” You hummed, resting a hand on the hilt of your fake blade. “I’ll go for a wander and see if I can find him. Oh and Bucky, the suit looks good on you.” Immediately, the super soldier perked up and a smirk crossed his face.

“Thank you.” He smugly responded while grinning at Sam who just rolled his eyes. Satisfied with the chaos you released about to unfold, you journeyed back into the crowd on the search for your boyfriend. 

There were cheerleaders, werewolves, some cheap Avengers costumes, but there was no speedster. After you passed what seemed to be the 20th Black Widow, a flash of silver caught your attention.

Pietro was leaning against a column just outside the party, his bright blue eyes fixed firmly on your generous curves. He was fully decked out in scuffed jeans held up by a thick belt with a gun holster, a leather vest with a red plaid shirt, an expensive pair of cowboy boots and a large Stetson in his hands. As he caught your eye, he flipped the hat perfectly onto his head while smoothly placing a fake cigarette between his teeth with his other hand.

“Well howdy there little lady.” He drawled with an awful attempt at a southern accent. 

“Hi there cowboy.” You purred, heels clacking on the expensive flooring as you approached. “I’ve never seen a cowboy without a lasso.” You gestured to his belt where an empty clip hung on his thigh. Pietro smirked deviously.

He grabbed you by the hips as you got close enough, tugging you into his chest. “I think you’ll find zat my lasso is somewhere more convenient.” His hands slipped down to your ass, grabbing the soft flesh beneath the tiny skirt you wore. He rolled his hips into your plush stomach, letting you feel his growing bulge.

“And where is that?” You played along, wrapping your arms around his neck, burying your fingers in his silver hair.

Pietro lowered his face to your ear, gently biting the lobe before whispering, “You vill have to play along to find out.” He then pulled away from your body. “Come, ve have much to do tonight.”

He took your hand in his own and pulled you into the hall. “It is time for a ride.” He winked, tipping his hat to you. You broke out in a wide smile.

God you loved Halloween.

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[mists-reading-nook]

Do you wanna ramble about you ideas of Reader isekaied with little siblings, Reader being obsessed w/ Greek Mythology and a religious reader who worships one or more Greek Deities perchance? 👀👀👀👀

Omg yesss!! I love ranting abt my au ideas omg-

First off,reader with little siblings

I feel like depending on the age it could be really cute. Like,you get isekai'd,no big deal. Only to look next to you to find your little sibling laying there. We could go the angst imposter au route,where everyone believes that the creator is an only child,so they Hunt you down for lying,or you BOTH are accused of stealing the "divine light and divine frame's" faces. Either way,you have to not only protect yourself,but your sibling as well.

The aftermath would be so much worse,because either you both die,your sibling is captured and used as blackmail,or something even worse.

But that's not all,because we can also go the normal cult au route,where both you and your sibling are worshipped. You try to keep them out of the spotlight (in the event they are much younger than you),but it ultimately doesn't work. I can imagine that if your sibling isn't as loved as you,the acolytes you assign to thier care aren't very happy.

Taking it a step further,what if your sibling is Demonized in all the holy texts of Tevyat?

Something that goes like:

"The younger sibling betrayed thier kind older sibling,yet because the divine creator loved them so,they were forgiven."

So now your acolytes treat them really badly when you're not around :[[

Oooo what if reader was helping thier sibling farm for the account,so the texts say something like this:

"Long ago,this world was created by a kind God,who created this world as a gift for thier younger sibling,who wasn't gifted with the gift of creation as they were"

Boom,now while you created tevyat,your sibling rules it. Bonus points if the sibling is really young and can't really make the big desions.

There are legit so many directions I could take this prompt omg-

Next up,reader who has a Greek patron god

Thier creator? Worshipping a "higher god"? Absolutely blasphemous! That's is what the initial reaction Is. However,after a while,(in cult au),it is generally an accepted belief that your patron god was your mentor,and you were just humble about your abilities. (Much like sucrose)

In imposter au,you are even more screwed. Stealing thier gods face while also refusing to worship Them??

Your crimes mustn't go unpunished.

In normal cult au,they simply cannot wrap thier head around it. But now,your acolytes tend not to bat an eye when you speak of your "god". They find it strange,and they think that you have been misguided in some way,but they won't comment on it. To them,you are thier God and they have no reason to question your beliefs.

They will,however, speak of it behind your back.

It's a similar case with reader who is obsessed with Greek mythology

The constant references to mythology are confusing to them. Often times there are people around you that write down everything you say,and the sheer amount of references to this "greek" mythology baffle them.

Why do you have such an obsession with other gods? You are the creator,they are lesser than you. If anything,the people and gods in this mythology should be worshipping and thanking you for your interest.

It'd be really funny if reader randomly made a reference to a Greek hero and the acolytes are like:

"..what."

Then that starts you on a long rant about the specific story,and you re tell it almost word for word.

Also,I like to think that some (all) of the stories you tell them end up into books,except the names of the gods are changed to either one of your titles or an archon name. Some context is changed as well,so it just ends up being really funny.

You go to a store one day only to find a children's storybook. Its set up like an aesop's fables book for some reason. You flip to a random page and see the name "Narcissus".

It's the story of Narcissus word for word. Some names are changed,but there's no doubt about it.

You end up buying the book,and a couple of Tevyat mythology books on the way. You wanted to spread more Greek mythology throughout Tevyat,and if all you had to do was tell your favorite acolytes a tale or two...

You grin. You were going to be doing a lot of storytelling today.

****

End of rant!!

I rlly enjoyed writing this omg

[olinblogin]

Good morning! I woke to lovely piece of yours with a Yan!Mayor & Yan!LBD with a fem reader. It was a wonderful piece that didn't stretch too long but left me feeling very happy due to the lack of Mayor/LBDxReader content there is here & anywhere from what I can see. If it's not too much trouble, may I please request a reader who can actually fight back against the Yan!duo?

Maybe she gained immortality because the women of her family had witnessed the Mayor's & LBD's powers generations ago, thus building the subsequent generations after the first witness (maybe someone who also caught the two's attention but managed to escape thanks to SWK, his "you should have stayed buried" line has cemented into my head) saw what they were capable of & feared their return. Generational training & horror stories ensue. The day of the ritual arrives & Mayor comes to collect Y/N but is shocked to see her resilience against Lady's call & chains. Maybe she [Y/N] uses the chains against him & he ends up bound instead? Same with LBD (not Bai He possessed tho, pls). I really think they'd be shocked & intrigued about reader's strength & ingrained tactical knowledge added to resistance to both of them... Might be very interesting~.😈

Bonus points if Y/N says something like "I see why you use chains, Chief; you look so darling all wrapped up~!" or "That is a lovely song you sing, but I am not one for such melodies, Baigujing." [<-LBD's real name] Imagine the reactions!

Sorry for the long read, I'm just so curious to see your spin on this if you wish to write it. Thank you for reading!

P.S. Did you notice that Baigujing & Bai He have the same three-letter-start, 'Bai'???

I can absolutely do that! I’m ngl this is the longest req I’ve had before! (Not trying to be mean :])

I may or may not have taken a bit of inspiration from Naruto with this one, specifically with a “sharingan” kind of ability :3

—this is relatively short bc I didn’t know what much to do auaughhhh���

PS, the amount of times I’ve had to rewrite this bc I wanted it to be PERFECT…

(WARNINGS; SACRIFICIAL RITUAL, KIDNAPPING, IDK WHAT ELSE TO PUT BUT YEAH YOU GET IT)

Being part of a family that had gained immortality and power was not always the easiest.

All your ancestors were always present, if they hadn’t been killed.

Your family had gained partial immortality; meaning they would not die of age. But if they were, perchance, given a life threatening wound, they wouldn’t survive.

But that just made your family more careful of how they used their immortality. Every day in your extravagant home you would witness the generations before you, still walking, talking.

It would be eerie to most. But to you, it was normal.

Another good thing that came from your family with immortality, is that among the generations power grew, you being the recent generations, it was strongest for you. It wasn’t very well combat-wise; but it allowed you the ability to deflect an attack and mirror it just as it was performed.

Your family never explained how they harnessed this. But listening in as a child to your ancestors at the alter briefly mentioned a name; Baigujing.

Your family soon brought you with all cheers to the alter, they had dolled you up with traditional robes of white, holding incense sticks and sage.

It dawned on you.

Your family made a deal for immortality. A sacrificial deal. You didn’t know what to feel. You couldn’t feel anything. You were kept in the dark for so long and for what, to be sent like a lamb to the slaughter.

You had no choice but to let it happen.

How else would your family progress.

A cool most wafted around you, a feeling of floating. It was like you were weightless. When you opened your eyes, you were standing, met with two people, a man. He wore a shockingly wide grin.

“My lady will be pleased with this sacrifice. How pleasing you are.” He hummed in an unstable voice.

Chains shot from under your feet, making you reel back briefly, before honing your ability to deflect and conquer the chains, sending them the man’s way; watching as they coiled around him like snakes and held him still in front of you.

The chains were strong, stronger than any you’ve seen; they emitted a soft, ghostly glow. Joining your hands under your sleeves, you kept a blank stare. “I see why you use chains, Chief;” you muttered, watching him stiffen. “You look quite lovely being held by them.” He could hear the coo in your voice, it made him wonder how this was a possibility.

But he didn’t have the time for that, unfortunately,

As the Lady Bone Demon seemed to materialize just behind him. “And what seems to be the problem,” there was a slight sneer in her voice before she laid her eyes on you. “Ah, our sacrifice. What a beautiful one, a shame.” She’d spoke calmly, releasing the Mayor from his own chains you deflected onto him.

“Come now dear, there is no use in resisting. You were chosen to be killed in return for their immortality.” The Lady Bone Demon hummed, walking circles around you, as if she were gliding.

She tried to latch onto you with a chain of her own, letting out a shocked gasp when the chain came back her way and clamped around her wrist. “What a lovely song you sing. I’m not one for such Melodie’s, Baigujing.” There was an eerie silence.

“I see you have done your research on the two of us; but still hadn’t known your family would sacrifice you to my will.” She spoke calmly, releasing the chain from herself once more.

“My dear, how do you deflect my chains so simply,” Baigujing said with a hiss, walking towards you; that’s when you realized how tall she truly was.

“It’s something I was taught..” you would simply respond back to her. She did not seem to buy it, however. But accepted that nonetheless.

“We are taking her back with us. We will hold the family’s end of the ritual; but we are keeping her.” There was a semi-shocked “What?!” From the Mayor, before he cleared his throat and corrected himself when the Lady Bone Demon shot a pointed glare his way, it shut him up very quickly.

“Come now, my dear. Or shall we have to take you by force.” YIU could only respond with a glare. This made the Lady Bone Demon turn her nose up with a huff, before she grabbed your face and tucked you close to her body, so you would not be able to get away. “Come now, let’s start anew.”

You reeled back your elbow hit her in the rib, making her groan in disdain. The Mayor immediately leapt into action. No, literally. He leapt on top of you and held you down. Sliding his hands up your neck and into your hair, he roughly yanked it back, which earned a strained groan from you.

“That was a horrible mistake, dear. For that we will have to discipline you. Since you wish to do this the hard way, we will treat you as you’ve chosen.” Her words were eerie,

And for as long as you would fight back, the more they would break you down.

[separatedleoau]

Now. Hear me out.

Would he, perchance, due to his ability to control the vines also, punish himself upon his family not doing so when he feels like he's failed them? (And mayb someone walked in on him ounishing himself for failing.)

You just gave me a terrible idea

first let me explain: once he is finally on the family he no longers has the vines since Donnie takes them out but before that I have thought of them just moving around sometimes. Is not only that he has a seed under his skin, under the scars around his neck there are still a circle of vines remanent of the last time Draxum used them.

They hurt but One is so used to them that he doesn't even register the pain anymore, except when they move around a bit to settle, he doesn't show it tho, at most he would abstenly rub his shoulder.

If he feels he made too big of a mistake he would press his shoulders with both hands, his fingers pushing where he knows it'll hurt and it'll make the vines wriggle for the physical contact.

but lets add a bit more of "this boy is fucked up" to the situatuon shall we?

This is not something he would do counciously but if he feels he is doing something wrong, besides the anxiety hiting him, he would start to make the vines move around sligthy to cause pain.

He probably blames his anxiety or just goes "yeah, they move on their own sometimes, this is normal" and shruggs it off.

Is never too much pain that keeps him from still doing things or from moving around, he can always push himself to keep moving but he's always on some low degree of pain, sometimes low enough that he can completely ignore and a sometimes just enough to be constantly on the back of his head and making his life a bit harder.

Is not until he is with the fam living on the lair, after the pain of taking them off goes away that he realizes that the normal amount of pain he is supposed to feel on a day to day basis is zero

Also something that I've thought of already but goes hand in hand with this whole thing is that he probably has phantom pains after they revome the vines and the seed, but the boy used to the constant pain just shruggs it off and when the rest of the boys realize this they make sure they always have painkillers on hand and basically have to force his stubborn ass to take them.

[superdupern0v4]

heyyy I’m not sure if this is how I request butttt perchance may I get a wyll ravengard reverse comfort bot? something like him being upset with himself after everything and needing some comfort from the user? if you can’t do that then a silly miles morales bot where in the users universe, he was their canon event and they cross paths during atsv :3

take ur time off

(FIRST REQUEST YAYY) Hey so uhm. I did both because I spend normal amounts of time on my phone (lie)

Here’s the Wyll one

And here’s the Miles one!

I hope you like them!! And feel free to leave more requests if you want 😌

[monster-noises]

I mean, there's most of me that is primarily looking for a Partner, someone to connect with and build a long term relationship.

But there is, at this point, at least a Bit of me, a slowly growing sliver

That would

At the very Least

Like someone to Match with me, on these godforsaken apps, who is very upfrontly like 'lets chat for a few days/ a week or two then go on a Date'

Cause like.. i've never Been on a fuckin Date Before Really.

And maybe I wanna know what it's Like. Maybe having a normal human experience, regardless of how it goes, would make me feel better about the whole..... Thing????? And maybe I would just enjoy it idk!

Maybe it would give me some insight, or the confidence to ask other guys on dates myself so i don't feel like i'm floundering around in the quietest corner of rhe metaphorical Room of the Apps all the time!! It would be cool!! To have even a Modicum of a connection I make from a Dating. App. To be even Remotely Interested in Dating!!!!

Don't get me wrong i've made at least two really great friends from matches on the apps, one of them i Do consider a best friend (hi hello you'll probably see this i hope you know who u are i lov u) but just!!!!

Any amount of Explicitly Forward Romantic Intent Would Be Nice.

I'd Like To Live On The Same Planet As Everyone Else And Experience Normal Human Things Just One Time In My Life Maybe. Perchance. Perhaps. If At All Possible.

And I Knoooooooooooooooow I know that the apps are Bad and I knoooooooow the far superior method is to engage with community activities that would contain like minded people. But my GOD I don't have the time or developed social skills for that! As much as I would Love to!!!

I am Aware.

But that's not the pooooint. That's not the Point.

The point is

I guess

I would just like someone to maybe someday express explicit interest in and attraction too me, and to act on that on Anyway, like it seems Everyone Else Gets To Do, even just a little bit for once.

[sourcreammachine]

reyt

i’ve been using the placeholder name Root or Root’s until i think of something better, but that name does kinda get to the point. we have kola nut, and sarsaparilla root, and ginger, but no other major soda leans into that rooty, nutty, full-bodied vibe that kola-based soda really dominated the market with. this product line really leans into that vibe, exploring a different blend of roots and nuts with each can

we got eight members of the non-rotating product line, one for each colour of the rainbow and also brown and black. seasonal or promotional blends can rotate in every now and then, and there are variations of the actual eight (ie, blended with cherry etc), and the company sells other drinks entirely (like fruit sodas, energy drinks, tonic, cordial etc), these are the core eight rooty, nutty beverages

all eight are sugarfree, carbonated and have an average amount of caffeine. again ‘Root’ is a placeholder until i think of owt better

originally available in glass bottles, those have been retired on account of heightened production costs. the ~500ml placky bottles that replaced them have recently been ditched for environmental reasons. they’re only available in 330ml aluminium cans, which now have a working airtight resealable little doodad on top of them, and the 1L and 2L placky bottles. they also do kegs and syrups for hospitality

🤎Root Cola: blend based around kola nut. rather than the sweetness of pebsi or the mellowness of conk, the flagship blend needs to emphasise the full-bodied nature of the nut. refreshing and tasty, works excellent alongside a meal

🖤Root Dark: ever been to a fast food place, but the soda machine for some reason gives you way more syrup than should be normal? yeah. regular Root Cola is refreshing more than anything, but Root Dark absolutely goes down on the kola. it’s strong and it’s loud. it’s reinforced with other nuts and spices to make drinking it much more of the main event, rather than complementing a meal like regular Cola would

❤️Root Velvet: the blend based around beet from earlier. luxury is the taste i’m going for, like you’re licking a red carpet. very caramel, very sweet. slightly vanilla as well perchance

🧡Root Fire: blend based around cinnamon. we can get ginger beer offa ginger, yeah? well here’s cinnamon. the goal is to refresh, not overwhelm, so it’s not like strong strong, you can wrap your taste buds around it and have a good time. we’ll need some sort of mellowing in there, but i can’t really think of any specific ingredient that’ll do the job properly

💛Root Sarsaparilla: it’s sarsaparilla. what more do you want from me

💚Root Something: big dr pebba vibes with this one. fruits and spices blended together to make something bold and full-bodied, in the vein of cola or sarsaparilla rather than a fruit soda. dunno what to call it. my placeholder was Root Pepper lmao

💙Root Iron: irn bru, yeah, does have a little bit of a ferrous tang to it. so let’s lean in. i don’t know how we can do it, but i wanna be drinking a can of ground up pennies. or blood. refreshing, smooth, blood soda

💜Root Dandy: a good old dandelion and burdock, but somehow blended to make it more rooty than fruity. idk how, you figure it out

uuuuuh the lore? yeah they were founded by the entrepreneur ummmm fucking Prangus McSandwich in the 1920s in [COUNTRY] and have become a bit of a national icon for people from [COUNTRY]. tourists are encouraged to drink them and choose a favourite. the Lead Chancellor recently presented a novelty oldstyle bottle of Dark as a formal gift to the visiting US President, in an attempt to reinvigorate the export market. naturally, they were both mocked relentlessly about it

gotten to the point where i’m worldbuilding a fictional soft drink company and im getting sad that i can’t drink all of my wonderful creations :(

[leo-frognag]

....perchance could you enlighten us with the gelphie

(referring to "give your brutally honest opinion about a ship)

i literally think about them every single day. they consume my thoughts. they're an atomic bomb consisting of double-edged snark and some of the most tender scenes i've ever experienced. they're layers of tragedy upon tragedy and the universe just cannot let up until both are spent and drained of morals and care for consequence.

idk i guess i like them a normal amount

[thewriterowl]

I'm stuck isolating for 7 days, and so, so bored -_- do you perchance have any dinluke or bobadinluke headcanons? Stuck in a storm, quarantine... happy things? Much hugs.

Oh dear! Well, let me see if I have any ideas...

Boba/Luke/Din

All three can be weirdly competitive with each other. They spar a lot and love to bicker with each other. They rarely fight because they just poke at each other so often.

Boba is the most mature of them and sometimes takes full lead of the relationship. He's Big Daddy Dom, Din is Daddy Dom, and Luke is just happy to be there sub.

Luke is still the most powerful of the three and he both scares and makes the two Mandalorians horny at a drop of a hat. They still can fret over him as he is not good at taking care of himself.

Luke wakes up at god-awful before the sun rises hours and tries to get started on the day...tries. He can struggle since neither Boba nor Din are morning people and they tend to smother him in their sleep. He is usually pinned in the mornings from heavy, passed out Mandos and he always tries to resist the temptation to Force hover them off of him.

Luke loves sweets. Din loves spicy meat. Boba demands hard liquor or intense caf at every meal. They all know what each other will happily eat and try to get things for each other whenever they're out (Luke is really the only one who can cook though; Din is...fine...and Boba nearly burns things down)

Din actually eats the most. Boba can eat a rather normal amount but puts his focus just on the drink. They sometimes have to pry Luke's jaw open and get him to eat cause gods-dammit you've gone two days without food again, haven't you???

Luke is a fantastic gardener and Boba picks up things very easily though he's not as good as Luke. Din is not allowed near anything cause he touches it and it dies.

Don't ask about the squashes. Their deaths under Din's hands were not pleasant.

(Boba refuses to let Din live this down)

Din likes to hum. he only does this around Boba, Luke, and Grogu. He won't sing no matter how much they beg. He isn't even sure he could--but there is no way he was about to try.

100% Boba will discover boba-tea and start a business of it. It'll become their family business inside the palace (Tatooine? Mandalore? Both? Who knows.) and does strangely well? And fits well? And is just...weird but works?

Luke falls into fever fits every so often from his trauma and injuries from fighting the Emperor. Boba, who suffers from chronic pain himself, has a lot of remedies to help him out and has taught Din what to do when Luke has these moments of illness. Din has become a more capable and gentle healer from Boba's training.

Din worries the most.

Luke is usually in the middle with them piled on-top or against him, but since Boba is the biggest they'll sometimes use him for warmth if it's really cold...or they drag Luke into the pile; Luke loves the cold and will stay in the cold until he gets sick.

Boba and Din can drift between romantic and platonic. They're very fine with whatever they are at any given day. they're just happy to be with each other and with Luke.

[drabbles-of-writing]

I know it’s been a while since we talked about the Beta AU, but those dumbasses still live rent-free in my brain. Do you perchance have any headcannons to share?

I’m gathering all the files and ignoring the crying old asks in my inbox so here u go

Jerome by Zella Day. “my father said to me//A wealthy man had the things I wanted”. that is All

Amity only Gay Sits if it enunciates how Dramatic she is (read: sitting on desks). Luz Gay Sits unironically. Backwards on chairs, legs bent at odd angles, sometimes just Hanging off objects instead of sitting like a normal person, the works. Yes she has been found chilling in the rafters before bc she hung down by her legs. she is Unstoppable

Willow has the most braincells in the group but thats not a competition. she can and Will break into any and all places and you Cannot stop her. shes like Snufkin from Moomins. if theres a sign or rule telling her not to do something, shes going to do it. Amity is the only one who can attempt to hold her back without getting pummeled, and even then it usually doesnt work. Luz could also get away with it but she always wants to go along with Willow’s plans

Gus is the baby of the group and everyone WILL kill for him. Amity has known him for 2 weeks but she would commit arson if he asked. my mans out here has no idea of the power he holds with 3 of the most chaotic and feral people in Hexside who would do anything for him. Matt is fearing for his life in the background.

Ed has stolen Amity’s jewelry on more than one occasion. And sometimes steals Em’s less-cheerful clothes. The amount of times Amity has caught him wearing one of her chokers or rings at school is Endless. he’s one step away from stealing her earrings as well and so far Amity has managed to keep him away from them. after Ed and Jerbo got more used to each other he just started stealing Jerbo’s clothes bc its a Blight Trait™ and so that he can publicly taunt Jerbo. Meanwhile Em only steals Viney’s bc they Comfy. Ed boasts that Amity learned her jacket-stealing ways from him and in retaliation Amity will nab whatever shirt he stole from Jerbo and chuck it at his not-bfs head when she goes to school so Ed has to steal another one

[chrysalispen]

borealis #4 - nose

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there’s an extended scene i’m still working on for this, but there was a lot of stuff going on offline today (including internet blips) that ultimately caused me to leave off with the SFW version so i hope no one is too disappointed. XD

Prompt response is below the cut, as ever.

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Perhaps the most self-evident observation that could be made of the small house nestled in its small copse in the Shroud upon first entry was that its adventuring inhabitant -- or inhabitants -- were either avid readers or wished any potential guests they might have to believe that was the case. The sitting-room with its tall shelves of books was immediately visible from the front entry, and one might be forgiven for assuming there was no possible way every tome on its shelves had been read.

In point of fact, the Warrior of Light was an avid reader when the subject fascinated her. However, this particular book was not the sort that normally caught her eye. She had only attempted to peruse its contents once, and that was yesterday when she had decided to outline today’s plan of attack. Last year, Nero had treated her to dinner - among other things - and she had completely forgotten the occasion. 

Well, she was not going to be caught unawares by the holiday this year. Today was Valentione’s Day and by some miracle, confluence of the fates, or what-have-you, she had managed to capture a small handful of days to herself in order to prepare. The flower arrangements were simplicity itself; those were already set on the table along with the gift she’d commissioned, wrapped neatly in its box- part of his gift, anyroad- and now all she had to do was see to the dinner. 

And the chocolates. 

...Aurelia wasn’t nearly as sure about the chocolates. 

Making them herself had seemed like a wonderful idea at the time, but she was starting to regret it. Warrior of Light or not, she really wasn’t what one would call the most accomplished culinarian, unlike Nero, who seemed to take the same meticulous approach to cooking as he did to his research and his engineering. He had grown up in a poor farming village, had learned how to make food alongside the grandmother who had raised him in order to help feed his family. 

Whereas Aurelia had- well. As the daughter of a wealthy landed gentleman - even if he was a younger son - her upbringing had been very different. Her lady-lessons had not included such things; the husband her family selected for her would have hired a cook and a housekeeper in the interest of keeping up appearances. And as a child, she had wanted to climb trees and grow flowers and be a scholar, the seven hells take sweating over a stove or bending over a distaff until her fingers ached.

Too late for regrets now, she supposed. 

Aurelia squinted doubtfully at the illustrated page, then back to the bubbling mess in the pot. It all felt rather simple, she thought. She’d never made truffles before, true, but only four ingredients? Surely she could do better than that. Chocolates with no embellishments seemed so-

“Well,” she muttered, “perhaps it’s fine if it’s a little uninspired.” 

Though on second thought, watching the cocoa melt down in the saucepan: perhaps some brandy wouldn’t hurt? Culinarians put spirits in sweets and other things all the time, and she remembered some treats she’d had in the Crystarium with Lakeland brandywine in them that had been absolutely amazing. 

With that decision made, she turned to make her way down the stairs towards her wine cellar, but the moment she set foot on the stairs, her linkpearl sounded off. Frowning faintly, she tapped the small device alongside the shell of her ear. 

“Yes?”

“Oh, Relia!” Tataru’s voice, perhaps just a touch too bright, chirped across the aetheric link. “So sorry to trouble you! I know you asked for no calls unless it was an emergency.”

“So I did. Is aught amiss?” She glanced over one shoulder as she made her way down the stairs towards the cellar door, too impatient and worried about the state of her cooking chocolate to pay much attention.

“Oh, not at all! This isn’t a work call, I promise. It’s just, er…”

Aurelia knew the sound of Tataru’s ‘I’m about to ask you for a favor’ voice when she heard it. “Go on.” 

“I was going through my measurement book for sewing patterns - for no reason whatsoever! - and realized I was missing one of yours. The, um, the bust.”

Her brows furrowed once more, this time in mild disbelief. 

“...The bust.”

“Yes.”

“Just the bust size is missing. Somehow.” Damn, where had she put that cognac?

“Yes.”

Right. Well, you're clearly up to something, old friend. 

She supposed she could grill Tataru for the details of whatever scheme she’d hatched, but attempting to pick apart the reasoning behind the Lalafell’s choice to call her with an extremely transparent lie would be better done while she was not preoccupied. In the meantime Aurelia didn’t see any harm in giving her a couple of measurements  - she had, after all, entrusted her with them once before. 

With this reasoning in mind, she rattled off the numbers as best she could remember them while squinting at the labeled bottles within the dimly lit rack. After a few moments of rummaging, she found what she was looking for just as Tataru piped, “I’ve got it. Thanks, Relia!”  

“You’re welco-”

The quick chime of a severed connection left her in relative peace and quiet once more. Which was strange in itself, because usually when Tataru was making a social call Aurelia could expect to be on the hook for a good half-bell of her time. 

But it was a question she could ask herself later. Right now she had chocolates to make. 

She trotted happily up the stairs, bottle in one victorious hand… only to see an alarming amount of smoke billowing from the stovetop. 

“Oh swiving Twelve- ” She made haste to the range and switched it off, then snatched one of the mitts from the nearby wall mount to wave back the smoke. Most of the pan’s contents appeared salvageable, thankfully, but it didn’t seem like enough. She wanted to make another batch, but if she didn’t have the extra ingredients-

Wait. I can just melt down some of the chocolate chips I saw in that bag in the dry pantry, can’t I? And just add the brandy in while it’s melting?

Aurelia turned towards the shelves of dry goods, somewhat cheered by the thought that she could spare herself a trip to the markets, at the very least. The bag was at the back of the very top shelf and she had to stretch a considerable bit to reach it, but she managed to pull it down without spilling any of its contents. 

She set aside the saucepan with its half-scorched contents, reached under the counter for a fresh pan, and poured in the chocolate, then paused. She probably didn’t need the cocoa butter if all she was doing was melting pre-made chips-- she’d have to pour in the cream while it was still hot but maybe that was fine, maybe it would even help melt the chocolate faster. Then “a splash of spirits,” whatever that meant. To taste, perhaps?

Hmm. Speaking of taste, which patisserie was it back in the capital that used to put chilies in their truffles...? 

Her good mood returned as she acted upon that stray impulse; she plucked one of the chilies from its bag and started cutting into fine pieces to add to the new mix. Of course, she might be getting a touch ahead of herself, but surely it would turn out alright in the end. These were all flavors she knew would work in chocolates so a little deviation here and there wouldn’t hurt.

The longcase chronometer in the parlor struck four just as she was stirring the pieces into the half-melted lumps. 

Hells. She still had to put the noodles on to cook and she hadn’t even started the sauce yet. If she wanted everything to be ready in order to spring her surprise, she’d have to work fast.

That was all right. She’d worked under far worse conditions before.

With a determined nod, Aurelia tucked a stray tendril of hair back behind her ear, turned up the heat on the cream until it began to bubble, and uncorked the cognac bottle. ~*~

Nero was not sure exactly what he should have expected when he opened the cottage door, but the smell of burnt sugar and the sight of a darkened kitchen was concerning, to say the least. 

He set the box that had been in his hands upon the nearby table (where, he noted, there was a wrapped box and a vase of fresh-cut flowers she had likely arranged herself) and ventured into the parlor. He found Aurelia sitting in one corner of the sofa, curled in a tight ball with her arms wrapped about her legs and her face buried in her knees. “Before you say anything,” she said, her voice muffled, “don’t.”

His brows arched. 

“That bad, is it?”

“You have to ask? You can surely smell it for yourself.”

“I can.” Though he knew it was unwise, he cracked a grin. “...Did you perchance fight an eikon in the kitchen? Is that my surprise?” 

Nero received precisely the answer he had expected for that particular bit of cheek: a sound swat to the face with one of the sofa pillows. He ouched as she drew her hand back and made an exaggerated face at her, but Aurelia didn’t take the bait. Instead she made a breathy, angry little hmph!, the sound muffled against her thighs, and tried to angle herself away from his perusal to face the apple-green brocade which covered the sofa’s frame. 

“Sweetling-”

“Don’t talk to me,” she huffed. “I’m angry.”

“Yes, I can see that.”

“I’ve made a mess of everything.”

“I don’t see how- well yes, alright, I suppose the kitchen is a bit of a disaster. But it’s naught that can’t be salvaged.” He sat down next to her and smelled chocolate and… something alcoholic. “What happened? You look absolutely gutted.” 

Finally she lifted her chin to look at him. Her blue eyes were very dark and very wide and shimmered with suspicious wetness.

"I was going to make dinner for you," she groaned. "I had flowers and a present and I was trying to make-”

“Chocolates.” Aurelia’s face was hard to see in the darkness but he could see her chin bob. “I take it something went awry.”

“A great lot of somethings. And then I was so busy trying to fix what had gone wrong that I burned dinner and-”

“Hush. Come here.” Reluctantly she let him untangle her from her sulk and pull her into his lap, like a tired kitten. “You know I appreciate the gesture, but it wasn't necessary.”

“Yes, it was!"

"How so?"

"I completely forgot last year. You went to all that trouble and I forgot. So I wanted to make it up to you. I thought if I could make it as special as possible-.... never mind.” Aurelia lifted her hands and stared at her chocolate-stained fingers with a disconsolate sigh. “...I’ll clean up the kitchen as soon as I’ve my wits about me.”

“You will do no such thing.” Nero kissed her on the nose, then gave it a tiny tap with his index finger. “You are going to go downstairs and run yourself a bath while I clean the kitchen- once I’ve dialed Mistress Tataru and thanked her for her very timely assistance, that is.”

So that was what that call was about! Seven hells, what had Tataru told him? The look on his face was that of a man hiding an extremely exciting secret, and she didn’t know whether to be apprehensive or curious.

Cautiously, she chose the letter. 

“Dare I ask?”

“You can ask all you like,” he grinned, that smile that was so often in turns endearing and infuriating. “Whether you’ll get an answer before I wish to give it remains to be seen.”

Aurelia sighed but felt her lips curve in a smile, some of her humor returning. “Surely cleaning the house was not on your docket for the evening.”

“Of course it wasn’t- but there's really only been a slight change of plans. Once you've had a chance to clean up, you're going to open that gift, and then I’m going to show you how to make proper chocolate-- and how to put it to far more interesting uses than homemade truffles.” Her cheeks felt ablaze with color, and as she watched a mischievous curl crept slowly into his smile. “One good turn deserves another, after all.” 

“Is this where I say ‘happy Valentione’s Day’ or somesuch?”

His lips brushed her cheek.

“It's a start,” he said. "And if it hasn't been happy thus far, I am quite confident I can make it so."

[argentrenard]

Precipice

How could Ul'dah be so dark at night, yet so vibrant with color just behind? Standing outside near a lamppost in the Goblet was like standing at the edge of the world.

He looked down over the stone railing. Utter darkness. Even his eyes, accustomed to seeing well in very little light, were lost in those untold depths. A lot like looking into…

He banished those thoughts. He had to banish too many thoughts lately. It was sloppy. He had finally earned his freedom from Balthazar's Favor. The blood contract was burned. Why had his first few months of freedom ended with him feeling utterly trapped?

First the murder bird. Always the murder bird. Hovering. So infuriatingly indifferent. Precious, but cold and distant. Out of reach no matter how close, able to hover there. Teasing.

Then the hawk. Brilliant, powerful, regal. Halone incarnate. His doom and salvation. The problem with hawks was they soared. Too high and too far sometimes. His paws were on the ground. Did he need to soar?

He took a step up onto the ledge. He held the lamppost. Leaned. Felt the wind in his hair. Was this his problem? Did he need to try to fly with them all?

He did fly now. Or, well, flew but always crashed. He was learning. Enough to fool a fellow fox, right? Maybe not, but at least be tolerated. Enough to convince a Captain? Enough to train a prospective skilled student? Enough to trick even himself? Did he actually like his crew? It was just another scam, wasn't it? He could quit any time.

The Gallery had grounded him. Whether a snake, a gecko or some kind of frightening goddess, he felt emotionally raw from his experiences there.

Why did it have to awake the past? Why now after… is that why I can't focus? Is that why all this…

More thought-stamping-down was needed. He need to crush those thoughts, actually. He did so again. He lied to himself as well, since immediately the thought came, unbidden and unwanted.

Had that song really made me weep…?

He turned back to look at the manor. Almost a castle. The Outlaw had left. The Samurai had not. Was he staying the night? What was going on!?

Why did it matter? Excellent question. Normally this would be a good thing. Another fun puzzle or inconvenient complication to unravel. He could work with it. Show the world how clever he was. Be worthy of Oschon and ascend perhaps to levels no one ever dreamed.

He leaned over the edge, holding on to his only light. He looked down. It wasn't like glimpsing true beauty and losing it the next instant in the darkness, in the rain. No. It was close perhaps?

Ascend. To fly was another way to ascend.

A Murder Bird, a Hawk, and now… what? The dress. A Magpie. Magpies steal. What did this one steal, friend?

Please be quiet, voice. Please. It's just a job. This is what I do. It's what I live for. Helping poor citizens… like myself! It's just a job. Besides, I am the one who steals. I am the one who takes.

More than one voice in his head was a bit much. 

He could fly. That might be the problem, right? All these feathers, maybe he needed to flock together.

Is that it? Was that the answer? He began to glance over his shoulder to see if the Samurai had left and stopped himself. Instead, he closed his eyes and teetered on the edge. One finger let go, then a second. 

He'd let his mother down. Killed her. He'd tried to never let that happen again. Inaction was impossible. It was time to act, to let go, to…

His hand slipped and he flailed on the ledge… pinwheeling his arms, only to throw himself back and grab the lamppost like it was a lover he had almost known in the rain.

"Swiving hells I don't want to die, I want to LIVE!" he suddenly exclaimed into the pitch black. He laughed, possibly a tad manically, and perchance a bit desperately. However, he did laugh. When all is said and done, that had to amount for something, didn't it?

He grunted and hopped of the ledge. He was such a fool sometimes. Straitening his vest and running a hand through his hair, Argent looked back at the manor house. He would not let this get the best of him. That was a hen house. Who cared if magpies roosted? Certainly not this fox.

He spun about and walked purposefully into the night, away from the dark abyss of the cliff and into the twinkling lights of the Goblet he wanted to gulp from now. This evening would be about forgetting so that he could focus. He wouldn't come back from that glowing life until he could barely walk. Maybe he'd be carried.

He didn't just want to live. He wanted to dance. Feathers be damned.

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Flying out.

[Tokyo Central Airport 6:20am]

Hey, hey!

Oh! They’re here!

*Ibuki, Mikan and Hiyoko all arrive, each wheeling small suitcases behind them.

Is it really just the three of you? No one else is coming?

I went around asking, but everyone had some sort of reason or excuse why they couldn’t...so it’s just us.

B-But everyone g-gives you their best wishes S-Sonia!

Well, I suppose that’s enough.

So, are we ready to go yet?

Our flight is not until half past. Also, Saihara is not here yet.

Oh! Here he comes now...

With uh...um...

Hm?

*Everyone looks in Shuichi’s direction.

...

Hey!

‘Sup?

...

zzzzz...

That’s...quite the entourage you’ve got there...

I’m...sorry...

Why, perchance, are all these people here.

Well, I’m going to investigate a case in Novoselic, one that’s remained unsolved for several years. I imagine anyone in league with the perpetrators would want to keep it that way...So I asked Maki if she could come with me in case I need protection.

And somehow Kaito ended up tagging along, but I was fine with that, because I don’t speak a word of English, and he’s fluent in it.

And then somehow Tenko ended up tagging along AND bringing Himiko with her...

Well, I have no objections to any of you coming with us. It will certainly make up for those who wished to stay behind.

Thank you for understanding...

No one else has any problems, do they?

I do not.

Nah, it’s all good.

This’ll make things more exciting!

Fine I guess.

Y-Y-Yes!

Oh! Miss Sonia, our flight’s almost here!

Ah! You’re right! Hurry everyone!

[On the plane, several hours later]

Uuuuurgh, I’m so Boooooorred! How long is this flight gonna beee!?

Yeah, to be honest, I’ve been thinking the same thing...we’ve been on this plane for how long now?

W-Well...the average amount of time it takes to fly from the region of Japan to where Novoselic is...

I’d say, at minimum...it’d take...about 14 hours...

14 HOURS!?!?

SHHH! Quiet down! Some people are trying to sleep!

*Maki indicates to Himiko.

She’s been asleep since we got on the plane...is she alright?

This is normal for her.

Ok then?

Hey, has anyone seen Mikan?

Hm? Oh, ms piggy went to use the bathroom. Though she’s probably got herself stuck in the seat with her legs spread.

Hey...why you gotta treat her so horribly?

Huh?

Kaito, don’t...Now isn’t the time for this...

*Sigh* Fine...

*As if on queue, Mikan comes stumbling back...

S-Sorry about-

*She suddenly gets her foot caught on the seat and trips.

EEEK!

Oof!

Huh?

Whoops. Be careful there, ok?

*As she falls, Tenko catches Mikan and ushers her back to her seat next to Ibuki.

Th-Thank you so much...th-that was a bit embarrassing...

Please, don't worry about it! I'm glad I was able to help you!

Helping girls is a given! And helping girls in distress is even more of a given! I'm Tenko Chabashira, hero of justice! Saving girls and crushing men is what I do best!

H-Hero of justice?

Oops! K-Keep that a secret...

Although, I'm sure it's no big deal to tell that to a wonderful girl like you, Mikan.

W-Wonderful!? M-Me!?

Of course! You're always doing your part in the health committee and helping everyone!

She’s right Mikan. You’re totally wonderful!

N-No I’m not!

You’re great!

You’re amazing.

Uuuuuh...

Tch...

Well, they seem to be hitting it off well. Good for them.

...

Is all ok? Would you like me to purchase a beverage for you?

I have a lot on my mind right now...It has been a very long time since I have been home...Over 8 years in fact...

I wonder if things have changed...

I wonder if I have changed...

I merely asked if you wanted a beverage...

*Gundham cautiously reaches and holds Sonia’s hand.

It would be best if you did not worry about such things. Save it for when we arrive.

And through thick and thin, even if your people hate you, I will be by your side to protect you.

Gundham...

[Several hours later.]

*Almost everyone in the group is fast asleep.

...

Nrgh...hm...

...?

Oh!

Huh?

*Shuichi stirs and looks out the window. His movement wakes up Kaito, who is next to him.

WOOOAAAAH!!

Huh!?

*Kaito’s cry wakes everyone else up, and they all scramble to look out of the window.

Nyeh? What’s going on? Where are we?

S-See for yourself Himiko!

Nyeh?

W-Woooow!

It’s...gorgeous!

This is the first time I’ve ever seen it...It’s...incredible!

...Everyone...

I am home...

[courage-a-word-of-justice]

Akudama 2 - 3 | HypMic 4 | Yashahime 3 | Taiso 2 - 3 | Moriarty 2 | Maou-jou 3

Akudama 2

I think one or two of the reviews I read of this anime picked up the names of each episode are based on movies and it seems they’re right. Namely, episode 1 is Se7en while episode 2 is Reservoir Dogs...so they’re crime movies specifically.

Kanto, Hikari etc. are the names of certain shinkansen.

Playing with your own blood in front of a no violence sign and smoking in front of a no smoking sign…LOL. So edgy and yet simultaneously so fun.

…*blinks* Welp, that OP was…an experience.

…hey, Funi are hypocrites…they gave HypMic a language warning, but not this???

Come to think of it, this anime is already exactly how I’d imagine the HypMic MTC episode to go…but with more cyberpunk, of course.

…why is “are you gay?” an insult…? I thought we were past this point years ago.

…what’s up with these puppets? The shark’s shirt says “fool” on it…

The rabbit and shark’s shirts keep changing every time they spin. When they talk about poverty/rich, the rabbit shirts says “poor” and the shark’s “rich” (or something of the sort). When the shark talks about Kansai burning to the ground, his shirt says “nervousness”.

Wow, Hiroshima vers. 2…Rabbit: peace/shark:war

Hoodlum’s just a sycophant…

…ooh, so if the girl and Hoodlum aren’t part of the plan…they could f*** s*** up?

LOL, plasma shield.

“Lil’ stick”? That’s a jitte! A non-bladed weapon which is still plenty nasty by itself!

Ken the 390??? I knew UraShimaSakataSen were on this ED and I knew this was a rap ED because I heard it in AMQ before I was able to finish this ep, IIRC, but I didn’t expect the guy from BATTLE BATTLE BATTLE....

Taiso 2

A-hah! I was right on the money! Tomoyo is an actress!

Oh, it’s senu. That’s an old-timey way of negating your verbs (it’s shinai now), hence “retires not”.

I think they’re hailing Minamino as the first winner in 45 years if I understood the newspaper article on the screen right…?

Does this mean Minamino will join Leo and Aragaki…? The OP shows him with them.

The AnimeLab translation of the title is “Duelling Samurai”, but the translation on the hardsubs is “Rock-Bottom Samurai”. The word donzoko indicates the latter is correct.

I think Leo said “Rei-chan”, not “Rachel”. It’s a bit hard to hear because he’s eating though…

I think there’s only one line where he doesn’t talk like a ninja in his intro to Ayu and that’s the line where he uses keigo instead.

I think the card says “acupuncturist Kawa????” (can’t read the last character due to Britney’s thumb), but…welp, Britney’s kinda disturbing in their (not sure what pronoun to use) own way. There also appears to be an address in Ikebukuro on the card.

I wouldn’t be surprised if Leo learnt how to speak Japanese fluently from ninja movies – that’s a pretty common anime trope, like in Tada-kun’s Rainbow Samurai case. “Always make your heart rainbow!” and all that jazz.

…so that’s what the card said - Kawamoto Orthopedic Clinic.

“My shoulder would…”

Seriously, this anime is just an excuse to look at Aragaki in different outfits (and also shirtless) and I love it, LOL. (I’m such a simpleton.)

Ah…sometimes, people ask me about the days when I used to learn piano and I bring up the fact there is such a thing as “overpractice”. I thought gymnasts would know when they hit their limits in that regard, but…I guess they don’t because they’re so consumed in their passion, or they can’t see what they’re doing to themselves (because it occurs under the skin and doesn’t ache)…?

Minamino is basically Yurio…LOL.

That’s a cute, laidback ED. It’s called Yume? (yes, with the “?”) and it’s by Hatena, hence Leo’s shirt saying “Hatena”.

Welp, I don’t think anything supernatural will happen anymore, but…it’s still a fun anime. They toned down BB too, which should please a huge number of reviewers who found him obnoxious.

Yashahime 3

Hitokon? Short for “hito control” (hito = person)? Update: It seems the name was also kanji for “flying head root”.

“…puts one to sleep.”

“…from a place like that?”

Can a Dream Butterfly steal memories?

Moriarty 2

“Colum” (sic).

These CGI horses are gonna bug me, aren’t they…?

There is this sentiment that people need to be “saved” from poverty, especially when it comes down to African and Asian people living in slums (these days). I get the same feeling from this.

Maou-jou 3

Free advertising for Maou-jou’s home magazine! LOL!

I was wondering why those things were called “Show the Mary”…remember Mezo Shouji from Boku no Hero Academia? Same pun (the walls have ears and the doors have eyes, or something of the sort).

LOL, instead of yokudekimashita (literally, “you did good”) it’s makura ni narimashita (“you made [the book] into a pillow”). The common sentence ending for verbs means it’s funnier in Japanese, I think.

…argh! I can’t read all of Alazif’s info because of the hardsubs! Umm…”Current worry: Princess” and “Worry of the past hundred years: Destroying the demon clan” is in the box next to the logo. “Powerful magic techniques are recorded inside this book, so the demons feared it and sealed it away as a ‘forbidden grimoire’.”/”Currently, under the control of the princess, they’ve been bestowing magic and magic techniques to her, so they haven’t been used for the purpose they were made for and they’re wishing the princess would use them for not-so-stupid things” (I don’t know what pronoun to give Alazif, so I gave them 3rd person “them)…ah, someone translated the stuff for me! (That saves me a lot of time.) So Alazif is a “he”, huh?

OHKO to Demon Cleric, LOL.

SAN…? Oh, “sanity”?

Oh, Demon Cleric’s ears are black goat ears. No wonder you can’t see ‘em.

This sword is like Ex from Princess, ‘Tis Time for Torture!

HypMic 4

From here until episode 6-ish, I’ll be paying extra attention to characters’ role language. I normally do that, but I picked this anime for an assignment because I knew it had a lot of examples…yes, you heard me right. An assignment! I should be happy, but I’m wondering if my taste is going to get roasted by the normies or if I’ve gone too far with my unabashed love…

I was discussing with some of my peeps in a Discord server and…is it possible MTR will get an ED from here on out if you divide the episodes up for an almost equal amount for each division? We’ll have to wait and see.

…Oof. I’m sort of scared for this episode. It’s gonna have swearing galore…and yup, there it is, right out the gate.

Wait, why not translate wakagashira? It just means “young head” or “2nd in command”.

…well, at least they got some variation in their swearing this time…?

Hmm, normally the translation is “rabbit cop” or something toned down like that. They dialled it up to “rabbity-ass cop”. (Yakuwarigo: Samatoki = na, on the whole = very, very slang – as a former naval officer, you would expect Riou to speak formally, but he speaks as casually as almost everyone else (yamero etc.))

I’ve never seen anyone refer to Samatoki as “Kashira”. *laser stares Rentei for guest VA roles*

(Yakuwarigo: Samatoki (?) = zo)

“…why don’t you ask the cops to deal with it?” – Uh, Samatoki? Jyuto is the cop. (Well, a cop.)

I still have no idea why they subtitle the laughing…

Wait, if there’s a casino…is Dice there?!

…yup, right on cue. I didn’t think Tom and co. would be there too.

Oh, LOL. HypMic is a tourist trap anime = see those buns Tom’s eating? They’re chuukaman (Chinese buns). Makes sense in Chinatown.

It took me several watches to realise who’d passed by, but it’s…MTC in formal clothes?! (You can see part of Jyuto’s face, just to confirm it.)

Why are they wearing glasses? Even Jyuto’s wearing different glasses to the usual, LOL.

I learnt how to do some of the casino stuff while trying to get a job as a gaming customer service assistant in a huge casino joint one time. In a sense, this brings me back to then. (Update: I mean, the sound of the roulette, the sight of the board, the chips and the like. That’s what takes me back.)

(Yakuwarigo: Dice slurs his words a lot, especially when yelling things along the lines of “Please lend me moneyyyyyyyyyyyyy!” This is also true in the game.)

Dice seems to have jumped straight to “Riou”, rather than “Riou-san”.  

I wonder if anyone will ever elaborate on that incident where Dice and Riou met?

(Yakuwarigo: Samatoki speaks coarsely, but not outright swearing in the source language…for an example, he says kussotare when roped into being Jakurai’s “female counterpart” for the ARB Halloween event, but he doesn’t do anything of the sort here.)

Even Ramuda uses “san” with Samatoki, most likely to emulate how Samatoki calls himself “oresama” (but with lower formality).

Ramuda-chin? That’s new.

Yakuwarigo: Gentaro spoke normally, just with desu/masu. Maybe the “perchance” was to make it blend in with his -de aru?

Uh-oh…Ramuda’s favours always are things like “dress up for me” and “hang out with me”, if the game is any indication. (One of them happens to be how Ichiro was roped into being a sorta-Kirito for the ARB Halloween event.)

This CGI…it’s not the jankiest, but it is gonna bug me ever so slightly.

I’ve noticed a lot of people in the English-speaking fandom, when they watched the anime, took a shine to MTC (because they seem to embody the entire “refuge in audacity” thing they’ve picked up on…plus that one hamster lyric people got attached to). You can see them being all “cop/gangster husbands” here if that’s your gig – it’s kind of my gig, but to be real HypMic is not a scene where I ship dudes. I’m sorry, but I just like watching pretty boys kick butt.

What warranted the dramatic glasses drop…? (LOL anyway)

That whistle…LOL. It’s like “Look at my boy fight” and “Riou’s got some sweet fightin’ moves” rolled up in one.

For some reason, when I saw the sign for the Organised Crime department, I heard the Student Council theme from Boueibu play in my head…? (Remember that harpsichord theme?) *shrugs* I dunno why that happened.

Hmm…they crossed out the subtitles using Swedish letters instead of strikethrough, huh? Didn’t know that was a limitation.

(Yakuwarigo: Jyuto = dazo)

“Wouldya look at that forlorn mug of his?” – Seeing a man taller than you (Riou is a good 190 or so cm, mind you, making him the tallest member of his division above Samatoki’s 180-something and Jyuto’s 170-something) making a sort of demented puppy-dog face…LOL.

(Yakuwarigo: Jyuto elevated himself to kimasuyo…maybe to win back Riou’s favour?)

(Yakuwarigo: The translation elevated Samatoki’s “nanda” to “the f***”. “Nanda” is not that bad – it’s casual, but doesn’t imply swearing like “ittai” is supposed to mean “the hell”.)

(Yakuwarigo: Jyuto doesn’t finish when he says “ore wa hanashi ga”. That’s called an omission, plain as that may be.)

(Yakuwarigo: Taihendaze!...Maybe that’s a bit far to call it “we’re f**ked”…? It could just be “we’re doomed!” or “we’ve got trouble!”)

(Yakuwarigo: Jyuto uses desune. He’s the most feminine of the trio by virtue of being the smallest height-wise and most polite due to his job, but he seems to bounce between casual and polite a lot.)

…wow, even the rap lyrics have the F bomb…and this time, you can see the evidence.

Natsu no mushi = bugs in the summer. Not a perfect match, but it works. (Notably, things like Gentaro’s speech and rap lyrics don’t play by the same yakuwarigo rules because you can play characters within it – e.g. the evil doctor Jakurai sometimes plays. I’ve noticed most of the songs use casual or whatever rhymes, even for someone like Doppo who’s considered more polite than most.)

…Despite the swearing…that song slaps, man! That’s great.

MTC seems to have more tragedy on average than other divisions. This is because FP and BB are quite light-hearted and mostly family-friendly with hidden depths, but MTR mostly has stalker stories. Update: That’s when they’re focussing on MTR solo. FP’s currently could get pretty dark soon and a lot of the dark/tragic stuff is not actually going to make the anime because it’s in the drama tracks/manga.

My gosh, we got to see Nemu animated!

Okay, I’m not well-versed in yakuza slang but kumicho = boss, so Samatoki would have to answer to a kumicho.

(Yakuwarigo: Notably, when Riou bows, he doesn’t elevate his speech.)

(Yakuwarigo: Jyuto = desukane)

…and randomly, rock solo postcard memory away from the sunset. (LOL) (Also, I believe I befriended Zainou during my time on WordPress. This episode title really does mean things, in a certain sense.)

Ah, it did switch! It’s just…uh, gone to an MTC version of itself (and it has the same name, “Kizuna”). So that means we wait another 6 episodes for MTR. On the other hand…what will the final version be? A whole cast version? A different song? No song at all? *shrugs* Only the future can tell us these things. (Also, why is Jyuto so loud…? That’s why I’m not a bigger fan of him. Much like Ramuda’s minna genki?, his iconic quotes like “In the building!” are so loud and silly-sounding, you just can’t get them out of your head.)

The cityscape in the middle of the disc at the ED’s start seems to have changed. I would assume that’s a Yokohama skyline.

Keiichi Nakagawa is the voice of Rentei…I should stop burning myself on guest VA appearances, this guy’s a rookie. This Nouzenkazura VA (Kenji Hamada) though is voiced by the guy who does Otegine in Touken Ranbu and isn’t as much of a rookie as Rentei’s.

Notably, where BB do the “BB sign” (as it seems to be known), MTC do a finger gun. MTR have the wolf fang, but…what is FP’s, then? Update: It’s a peace sign to the side to make an F.

Today’s new music was “Red Zone (Don’t Test da Master)”, by KLOOZ and DJ WATARAI.

*cringes at the airhorn* *briefly presses fingers to forehead, as if going to massage temples, but then removes them* The airhorn reminds me of crazy sport fans. Crazy anime fans are more civil than them, which is one reason why I don’t follow sports on the regular.

Update: Oh! The pond owl cafe in episode 2! It means Ikebukuro!...Sort of. Fukurou rhymes with ‘bukuro and ike = pond.

Akudama 3

Hmm? Is it just me or is that T in the code the kanji for “bird” (tori)?

“It’s where I belong.” – I know my reason for pursuing Japanese is a purely selfish reason – so I can stay above others in the topics I think matter to me and pursue the endless natural high that comes from the thrill of translation (which may be all one reason or two, depending on how you look at it).

Oh, the bunny and shark again.

The bunny’s shirt said “life” at one point, I didn’t understand the shark’s though.

At one point, shark: Ka (from “Kansai”), bunny: ken (authority).

At the end, shark: heaven, bunny: hell. These broadcasts look like NHK broadcasts at the end.

Most of these words are katakana, making them look foreign.

Kansai 300, 25-1.

“Move-you-s**t!” – It…seems a bit out of character for Swindler to say the swear word there.

Taiso 3

That CGI…is not the greatest.

According to Moon Land, gymnastics operates on a deduction/addition system. You add points for difficulty, but deduct points for errors like how Minamino’s feet are apart.

*sees montage* - Those CGI scenes really take out the budget, huh…?

Gymnastics moves are named after their creators…kinda like scientific names and finders.

There was a lot of commentary in Moon Land so I’m not sure what the moves are called from memory (the dialogue always did that for me), but having the reactions speak for themselves…I think the anime team has enough faith the reactions will convey everything. They did, by the way.

You can see the bone at the base of Minamino’s neck, under the skin…it’s sort of scary.

The fact you couldn’t see Jotaro’s eyes for a shot or two…that kind of unnerved me and built tension.

Oh! The men in black appear after the credits!