#i picked all the flowers on purpose but from japanese flower language meanings if you decide to look them up

[asanjou]

calix

colours from this set by t-u-i-t-c ♥️

[stargazer-sims]

Haru + Notebook

@dandylion240 can you believe I managed to keep this one short?

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A notebook, Haru thinks, is an odd gift for someone who can barely read or write.

Part of him wants to be annoyed because Eden should really know better than to give him something he can't use, but he can't bring himself to be upset. Eden sent this to him all the way from Canada after all, and that on its own means something.

The notebook is bigger than normal. It's at least twice the size of the ones Ryu and Senjirō like to write their lyrics in, and maybe three times the size of Taiji's journal. It's bound on the edge with a thin metal coil. The front cover has a picture of chrysanthemums, Haru's favourite flower. He smiles when he realizes Eden obviously remembered that.

He's still contemplating what he's meant to do with the large notebook when Taiji strolls into their room. Taiji glances over at him, where he's sprawled on his bed with the book in front of him.

"Nice scrapbook," Taiji comments.

Haru scrunches up his face in confusion. "Nice... what?"

"Scrapbook," Taiji repeats. "Where'd you get it?"

"Eden sent it to me in the mail," Haru tells him. "Scrapbook?"

"Yeah, you know," says Taiji. "You put your memories in it. Photos, old movie tickets, birthday cards... stuff like that. Or you can draw pictures in it."

"So, it's not for writing?"

"Well, you could write stuff in it if you wanted to, I guess, but there probably aren't any lines on the pages."

Haru flips up the cover of the scrapbook and discovers that Taiji is correct. There are no lines. The pages are a rich ivory colour, edged with a border of delicate pink in the same shade as the flowers on the front.

He looks up at Taiji, intrigued. "How did you know?"

"Uh... because it says 'scrapbook' on the cover," Taiji says.

"Oh."

Haru closes it and studies the cover again. There's text in fancy white letters at the top. The font is pretty, but Haru has no hope of decoding it, and decides he'll just have to take his friend's word that it says 'scrapbook'. He can barely read Japanese, his first language, at the best of times. Unless he's feeling particularly mentally sharp, he doesn't even try to tackle English, and even then he needs it to be written in nice big unambiguous fonts.

"Did Eden send you anything else?" Taiji asks.

"Yeah. He sent me a card with a note."

"Want me to read it to you?"

Haru nods. He picks up the card that was in the package with the scrapbook, and passes it to Taiji.

Eden has figured out by now that unless he sends an email or text which Haru can have his iPad's screen reader speak aloud to him, any written correspondence will have to be read to him by an actual person. He's learned to keep handwritten notes polite and clean, so as not to embarrass Haru or make things awkward for his designated reader.

In the note, Eden explained all about the purpose of the scrapbook, and said that he's started compiling some memories in one of his own.

"At the end he says 'I love you'." Taiji concludes.

Taiji hands the card back to him. He runs his fingertips over the image on the front, and smiles when he recognizes it as one of the note cards Eden had bought in Harajuku that summer when they'd visited Tokyo together. He loved showing Eden all around his home city, and he can hardly wait for the opportunity to travel to Canada, so Eden can show him around his own hometown.

A book to put your memories in. That's what Taiji had said.

Haru opens the card and gazes at Eden's painstakingly precise handwriting. He can decipher some of the words, and could probably read them all if he put the time and effort in. He's not too worried, though. The important ones, he knows immediately on sight; the kanji for his own name, the one for love, and Eden's name printed neatly in English letters.

He doesn't have to think too hard to decide what the first page of his new scrapbook will contain.

[sero-para-el-pueblo]

Okay so, Sero Latino headcanons and just headcanons in general bc I love him and I’m procrastinating studying for my finals. I have also been thinking about all the difficulties that being a foreigner has with language and culture and staff. Also, imma project a little bit so bear with me

When Sero and his parents moved to Japan, Sero didn’t know Japanese he knew only the basics and bc of these he probably was really good at subjects that don’t have letters on them

Like, Sero it’s really good at math because numbers are numbers and he just had to follow the teaches method,

when class 1-a find out hes good at math they're like how are you so good and he's jsut like "bueno plebes, when you move across the world you have to find ways to remember yourself you're not dumb just don't know the language"

he’s probably also really good at sports and English

Although being in an environment where Japanese was all he hear helped Sero picked Japanese fairly easy he still had a period of time where he was failing most of his classes bc his Japanese wasn't the best

Even after like 5 years of being in Japan there are expression he doesn’t quite get or like Japanese pop culture or classics he doesn’t know and he feels alienated for not knowing them and the bakusquad try to make him feel better by explaining stuff to him

Okay but like imagine Bakugo aggressively making Sero feel better

“Listen soy face you were raised in another fucking culture it’s not your fucking fault you don’t know this shit, who the fuck even cares”

Speaking of Bakugo it’s his birthday today so imagine Sero barging into boom boom boys room at 6 in the morning singing las mañanitas

also Sero's mom made a 3 leches cake for Bakugo and he loved it

In Spanish word have a lot of different meaning like so in my Mexican mind the equivalent of saying “bet” when someone says something it’s “jaló” however it also means to pull

So imagine after Sero has taught some Spanish to class 1-a someone asks him to go somewhere and Sero it’s like jaló, and everyone it’s like the fuck?? So Sero has to explain Mexican slang to the class

A few hours later when Aizawa comes back he finds half of the class arguing about the correct way of using words like “pedo”, “madre”, “verga” and Midoriya it’s taking notes at light speed and the other half are trying to stop Bakugo from blowing Denki's face bc he keeps using the words wrong

Idk if it’s just my Mexican dad or all dad are like this but whenever something in the house needs fixing my dad would just make it worse or get mad at everybody bc he can’t fix it or take forever to even look at it

But imagine Sero's dad it’s like that so Sero's mom took it to herself to learn how to fix stuff around the house so Sero's got stuck helping his mom fix stuff so now he’s just really good at it

So now every time something needs fixing at the dorms Sero just fixes it

Imagine bakudeku knocking at Sero's door bc they were fighting and they accidentally broke the sink for the 4 time that month and they need to fix

“Sero we need help-” ���safo Rey ” (I think this is the equivalent as touching your nose to signal your not gonna do it?? Idk) Sero ended up fixing it just before Aizawa was back

I just rewatch Coco so imagine class 1-a celebrating Día de Los Muertos (day of the dead) putting up the altar and all and Aizawa and All Might walk in when the class it's finishing up and Aizawa it's like 'Sero why are you putting flower petals in the floor?' and Sero it's like 'oh to guide the dead safely on their way back' "... okay that doesn't answer my question"

Aizawa and All Might end up watching Coco and at the end All Might ask the class if it's okay he wants to put a picture on the altar too

the next morning the altar has two new pictures, a lady with black hair and a smiley boy sitting on what seems a cloud, although the class wants to ask about the boy a look on Aizawa's face stops all questions.

I made myself cry with the last one my bad y'all

okay onto happier topics imagine that Spanish slang doesn't stop at the students but also reaches the teacher

imagine Present mic screaming "fierro" or "a huevo" it drives Aizawa crazy

Mexican people tend to be really religious and even tho Sero doesn't really believe in religion he does things like giving the bakusquad la bendicion every time any of them go out like it started after Kiri got hurt rescuing Eri so now Sero does it all the time

Bakugo acts as it bothers him but he would stay still in from of Sero and be like "what the fuck are waiting for do your stupid thing so I can go"

Sero also insist on giving la bendicion to Miroriya bc the lord knows the boy needs it, fuck it the rest of the class didn't want to be left out so they also demand to be given la bendicion

Also if you speak two languages you know you get a brand new personality when you swish language

Sero get more confident, cocky, and flirty when he speaks Spanish he would flirt with anyone specially Bakugou and Denki he would purposely role his “r” to mess with bakugou

[kitakataramen]

Actually, I wanted to ask you how do you solve the dokkai correctly. I've been trying to get the answers but, I'm not able to do so.. So, if you could give me some suggestions on how I can improve myself that would be great help.

Well, for 読解 (dokkai, reading comprehension) sections, the main thing I find helpful is 1) vocabulary and 2) grammar. These are the obvious elements that they are testing with reading comprehension. But, don’t stress too much about that. On the test, they will purposefully throw in vocabulary or grammar patterns that you haven’t studied yet. The point is not to understand every word 100% - it is to see if you can understand the gist of what’s going on.

So, what do you do?

TIP 1: Get your hands on some JLPT practice books. The more you practice, the more vocab you’ll learn and the more comfortable you’ll feel. Reading comprehension is a skill you have to practice just as much as the language itself- and they are different skills. 

You can get some practice material for free from the jlpt.jp website.

Links to pdfs: N1 sample 読解  |  N2 sample 読解  |  N3 sample 読解 

N4 sample 読解  |  N5 sample 読解  

(There are also listening practice questions available on the site.)

The physical practice books with audio CDs, which you can buy on Amazon or from the JLPT website here are also recommended:

Now, you’ll want to handle reading comprehension in Japanese the same exact way you deal with it in your own native language- reading comprehension and language are actually different skills!! Just take what you already know and apply it with reading Japanese.

TIP 2: Before you even look at the reading passage, you need to look at the questions. Looking at the questions first shows you what information you need to find within the text.  You should start with the basic questions- who, what, where, why, and how. These will help you figure out who is talking, what the passage is about, and what tense it should be in.

Let’s give it a try, using some questions from the N5 practice test.

Question 5:

You can tell from the answer choices to this question that it’s asking about either 行く or 来る, and whether its past tense or present tense. (when, where)

Question 6: 

Which vocabulary is most appropriate. (what)

Question 7: 

Looking for which form of 見る is most appropriate. (when, what)

Question 8:

Which form of さびしい (loneliness). Note that some of the options end in か, so the first thing you should look at is whether this should be a question or not. (when, who)

Question 9*:

This question is slightly more complicated, but there’s an easy method for categorizing the information. What are the main words you can see in each option? 

Immediately, and without even reading the sentences, you can see that 1 & 2 are about 学校 (school) and 3 & 4 are about うち (home). (where)

Next we have 毎日 (everyday)、友だち (friend)、あそび (play)、姉 (older sister). (who/what/when)

Alright! Now that we’ve looked at the questions, let’s look at the reading!

TIP 3: Do not waste your time on vocabulary you don’t know. You might be able to pick up on a word from context- for example, maybe at this time I don’t know what じこしょうかい in the above passage means. That’s okay! It doesn’t matter! I don’t need to know what it is in order to answer the questions. Once I start reading, I can see from context that this is a self-introduction, and guess that じこしょうかい must mean “self-introduction.” 

TIP 4: You do NOT need to read the entire passage from start to finish. In fact, you should not read the whole text- this takes far too much time. I always start at the sentence of the the first question, and if I need more information in order to answer, then I’ll go back and read more. For example, question 5. I don’t need to know the information that came before to deduce that the answer is アメリカから来ました。(I came from America.) But for question 6, I don’t know what vocab is most appropriate, so I need to look back at the sentence just before it. If we do that, we get アメリカのえいがはよく知っています。でも、日本のえいがはあまり知りません。（I know American movies well. But, I don’t know many Japanese movies.)

To test this, let’s check out how much of passage 2 we actually need to read in order to answer the questions! We already looked at the questions, so we know question 8 is about さびしい。So let’s read the sentence for question 8: 姉がいるから、＿＿＿。(Because my sister is there, ______.) Maybe you can answer the question just from this (we can see it’s present tense, and likely not a question, which leaves only one answer.) If you need a bit more context, read the sentence before it. 今は、学校のちかくに姉と住んでいます。(Now, I live with my sister near the school.) So the answer must be the present tense option, 1!

Next, number 9. みなさん、_____。This is not enough information. Look at the sentence before. わたしは、日本でたくさん友だちがほしいです。(I want a lot of friends in Japan.) So using what we already know about question 9 from before, we can rule out option 4, which is about his sister. We can now look more closely at options 1, 2, and 3. 

Now, for practice, let’s pretend that we don’t know what あそび means! Looking at options 1, 2, and 3, we can see that option 2 is in the wrong tense, so we can rule it out. If we read option 1, it doesn’t have anything about friends in it, so we can rule it out, too. Option 3, on the other hand, has うち (home) and 来てください (please come) in it. We can guess, even without knowing what あそび  (play/hang out) means, that option 3 is the correct choice.

So with all that said and done, how much of the passage did we actually have to look at?

Only about 50% of the passage was necessary in order to answer the questions. This works even on much longer, larger chunks of information. Scanning and skimming to find the information you need within a larger piece of text is an extremely important tool when it comes to reading comprehension- this will save you so much valuable time! 

Let’s try this method again on a larger piece of text. Remember, the first step is always to check what the question is.

So the question is, つぎの中で、ヤンさんのうちからいちばん近い店はどれですか。We can tell from どれですか that this question is asking which. ヤンさんのうちからいちばん近い店 - Which shop is closest to Yan-san’s house?

1.   にくや

2．パンや

3.  くすりや

4．さかなや

We only need to scan for these keywords!

Okay, so let’s look for information on where these places are located.

1.   にくや 　 ⇒ 　The meat shop is 近くに (nearby)

2．パンや 　 ⇒     The bread shop is となりに (next door)

3.  くすりや 　 ⇒      The drug store is 近くに (nearby)

4．さかなや 　 ⇒      The fish shop is はなやのとなり (next door to the flower shop)

The answer is quite clearly option 2. As you can see, by scanning for the information we needed, we hardly had to do any reading at all!

TIP 5: If you don’t know it...GUESS! Time management is also an important skill to learn for test-taking. The flow should go like this: 

⇒ Answer as many questions as you can, quickly. There is an easy way to do this. Look at the pages we just reviewed- 107, and 110.  You can see that by reading the short passages on page 107, you can answer questions 5, 6 ,7, 8 and 9- that’s 5 whole questions! Using the passage on page 110, you can only answer question 11 and 12 (which I didn’t show here). That’s only 2 questions, and the passage is much longer and will take more time to read. Do the quicker ones first.

⇒ Once you finish all the questions you can answer quickly and easily, go back and try the longer ones, but be careful not to spend too much time on them.

⇒　If you don’t know the answer or if you are running out of time on a long passage, GUESS! On multiple choice questions, you have a 25% chance of guessing the correct answer. Take this chance! Do not leave it blank.

I know reading comprehension is difficult and feeling like you don’t understand anything is super frustrating, but don’t let it fluster you on a test. These sections are more difficult than what you have been studying, on purpose. 

Remember:

1. Reading comprehension is a skill you have to practice- practice, practice, practice! Practice reading things in Japanese. Books, newspapers, manga- whatever! It really helps.

2. Look at the questions before you start reading! This will save you so much time. If you don’t understand the question or answers, skip it and come back later. Don’t waste your energy/time on it. 

3. Don’t worry about vocab you don’t know- you might be able to guess it from context, or you may not need to know that word at all. 

4. Do NOT read the entire passage. Scanning and skimming are your friends! Look only for the information that you need to answer the question.

5. If you don’t know it or are running out of time, GUESS! 

みんな頑張って！！

[chbslove]

i am steter trash so i wrote an au where stiles is a spark that lives in the forest because he killed his dad in an accident back when he was a kid and couldn't control his magic and his moms family was just made up of mages and he is the first one to actually be a born spark with loads of power so she raises him and teaches him everything she knows

and in this au sparks are being hunted and put down like animals so claudia builds a house in the forest with stiles where he can live and study magic on the land of their family and after she dies stiles moves there.

(and yes hes a lot older in this because it makes me antsy to write about eighteen year old stiles and adult peter. sorry. I'm a pussy okay.)

and stiles meets his gang! and scott is a dryad, lydia is a mermaid, jackson and danny are mermen (and jackson and danny are together by the way), i planned allison as a regular human that meets scott on a walk in the woods and falls in love with him later in the story because the hale fire storyline is still happening, and kira is an ancient kitsune who also lives in the forest and is good friends with stiles, and erica, boyd, isaac, liam, theo etc are not there yet but thats cause stiles is pretty alone.

he just minds his own business and takes care of the dryads and meets fairies (who live in the forest) and makes a deal with them that they'll stop screwing around with humans and stay in the forest and he'll protect them and take care of them because sparks are powerful and the fairies appreciate that instead of being afraid of him.

and stiles just does his thing for a couple of years until the fairies go a little bit too far and peter hale, who is stupidly a little too far in the forest on his patrol, gets caught in a storm they cause and gets lost in the woods, and he finds stiles' house and stiles takes him in and gives him dry clothes and then guards him back so peter won't get himself fairy'ed

and then a week passes and stiles is kind of anxious peters family will tell him to fuck off the woods (even though it's stiles' heritage to take care of the forest, the hales just live there) and then: the actual plot

a little apple dryad tells him scott found a dying fairy. this fairy apparently told scott in her dying breath something wolfish killed her, and stiles wrongly thinks peter and his family did that, and he goes to find scott to ask him about it, but scott is just gone. stiles can't find him and gets worried and checks his wards, and when he gets to the wards around the hale property, he meets laura. he asks her if she's seen scott, and she saw him going back into the forest, but stiles still can't find him.

laura leaves and stiles finds the ward to their territory broken, and it stinks like druid, so he figures it was this deaton guy because werewolves aren't sneaky like that.

stiles visits lydia (because he still can't find scott and lydia knows how to calm him down) and finds out jackson and danny saw a monster while making out under the surface of their lake and from then stiles knows that the hales have got nothing to do with this because what lydia describes Is Not a werewolf.

so he gets pissy, and then ultimately is enraged when he finds a dead stag this monster killed, and because he's pissy he visits the hales to tell talia he's rightfully going to kill their emissary for being a bitch and breaking his wards and letting some monster walk his territory.

and talia is all "what the fuck how do i not know you." and stiles is all internally "i see my darling peter kept his promises" and then he's internally like "wait fuck i'm not really in love with this guy am i" and then he's like "oh. OH."

and talia convinces him not to kill deaton because shes awesome and stiles grumpily agrees because... not agreeing would be a dick move and it would mean. War. Basically.

so the hales offer their help looking for scott and stiles finds this monster thing on his search and its a wendigo yay, and scott has been following this thing around for days now because he's a dumbass and wanted to help, and they bro out

and the hales and stiles kill this thing, which means magic action. and stiles is awesome. and everyone knows that now.

what follows is just steter get-to-know-eachother and the hale pack are the biggest wingmen (wingpeople) ever and there's fluff and magic and a lot of flowers because stiles is a person that can't for the life of him say the words "i love you" and gets incredibly anxious when people say "i love you" so he mostly displays his feelings for peter in hanakotoba, the traditional japanese flower language that kira taught him, and peter eventually catches onto that and they get together in a load of angst and fluff and they have sex. because of course they have loads of sex. bold of you to think peter can keep his hands off stiles for longer than a day and likewise.

and there is like a load of stiles/hale pack friendship dynamics because i love them all and then suddenly yeehaw. hale fire.

So paige has already happened in this timeline before stiles and peter met, and derek still meets kate and she does her scum thing and uses him. a bunch of hunters show up to the hale house, shoot them with wolfsbane bullets and gather them so they can burn together.

stiles wakes up in a rush because something bad is happening to his wolves but then his eyes fall closed again and he can't get out of bed for a solid time because someone freaking poisoned him and he's fevering and weak and everything is dizzy, but he forces himself up because something. bad. is happening. to his. wolves. he stumbles into his kitchen and almost dies right there and then, because the poison is wolfsbane and he feels like he got tons of it shoved down his throat by the person that poisoned him. his life starts flashing in front of his eyes and he fights back at it and vomits the wolfsbane out, believes it out of his system and when it's gone, he's just left raging.

because i hate kate, stiles loses control when he meets her at the hale house and kills her. he gets the pack and gets them out of the house, breaks the mountain ash circle and they leave. the hales can't go back to their house because the place is swarming with hunters

and peter and stiles figure out it was deaton who told kate everything she needed to know to set this trap and the mountain ash circle also stinks like druid, so deaton gets revealed as being the bad guy all along. stiles figures that he also poisoned him so he wouldnt interrupt, and that deaton wanted thalias alpha spark. the wendigo was a test and deaton put it there on purpose to see how strong stiles was and if he would care about the hales, because deaton knew stiles would feel the hunters killing them and ever since peter and stiles got together the druid knew he would have to murder him too to get the hales dead.

and stiles is just half feral in his wrath and the aftermath of the wolfsbane poisoning, and derek is sobbing and muttering about this being all his fault, and peter has two bullets stuck in his knees and has to be held up by his niece and his brother-in-law, and every one of them is shot and hurt and crying and talia does her best to comfort derek while shaking as well

and stiles just closes his eyes. takes a deep breath. and takes care of his family-in-law, because fuck if he isnt gonna marry peter after this. he takes them in, gives them clean and comfortable clothes, patches them up, lets them shower, yeets his living room so they have space for a big puppy pile, gives them food and water to drink and then draws a ward around his house that is strong enough deaton won't be able to find them unless he sells his soul to the king of hell.

when he's done with that, he locks the hales in and asks kira to take care of them and make sure they're okay while he's gone. she agrees and stiles goes and because he's angry and kind of more dark than i let slip until now so he just. slaughters the hunters that are left. and he enjoys it.

then he shows up to chris argents house, shocks the living hell out of allison because he's still covered in blood and ash, and goes talk to gerard, who is there for alibi purposes. he just flatly tells the truth and asks gerard how many times they've done this now. and the second the old man lets slip the hales weren't the first, stiles goes full Older Derek Hale Mode and slams him against a wall to threaten the living shit out of the man.

by threaten i mean he says that he'll kill him and there's nothing the guy can do about it, cause stiles will find him, no matter how far he runs. yknow bamf dark stiles shit. i am living for writing this scene right now bye

and then he looks at chris and allison. allison looks scared out of her mind and then she asks if thats true. if her family really did something like that. and chris has to look her square in the eye and tell her through gritted teeth that, altough he didnt know about this, yes, they did that to innocent people.

and stiles looks at chris and gives him a nod, because he knows the guy can get this right, he knows allison is strong and fierce and will be fine no matter what. he looks at gerard and sneers at him in disgust. then he leaves like the dramatic bitch he is, but not without ensuring chris will clean this mess up and make an alliance with talia.

he goes back to the house and the only one still awake is peter, and stiles breaks down completely, covered in blood from head to toe and scared out of his mind too. peter holds him, gently leads him into the shower, and helps him get cleaned up, washes his hair, picks out clothes for him, and they go to sleep together.

then, recovery. stiles organizes therapy for derek because lord knows the boy needs it, he nurses the hales healthy, shows them around in the house, they meet his friends, cora and lydia take a particularly special interest in each other, scott is sad because allison broke up with him but stiles visits the argents and talks to her a lot and they become friends too, and he knows scott will get over her eventually, just as she's getting over him.

and stiles shows the hales his life for a while until everyone is recovered, and then they go back to the hale house that he cleaned up already (because, uh, corpses had to be buried, floors had to be cleaned from blood and the smell of magic and mountain ash had to be erased)

and then peter proposes to stiles and they have a beautiful wedding by the lake where cora can talk to lydia, and derek ends up talking to scott quite a lot because scott is nervous and sweet and falls head over heels for the quiet werewolf, and guess who allison ends up with? nobody. because allison is fucking awesome and in the hunter business and she takes it upon her to start cleaning up the community and goes against hunters that are like her aunt just killing innocent people and a relationship with anybody would just be annoying. maybe she realizes she isnt even into relationships, i don't know that yet. aro ally would be interesting, dude.

And then in the end stiles goes to live with the hales and they mend their territory together so he can still visit his friends and he leaves the house to cora who eventually moves there as an adult so she can live with lydia. he and peter move out as well and they go back to town when stiles is ready, because he's lived so freaking long in the fear someone will hunt him down and kill him for his power, and now everything is peaceful. so he puts down his weapons, stops fighting, and lives happily ever after.

and has loads of sex with peter. just because.

[butterflymar]

DAY 2: FAVORITE BL DRAMA

I have quite a few... I can’t choose just one so bare with me lol

Life Senjou No Bokura

Synopsis According to MyDramaList: One day after school, the serious Ito and the child-like Nishi meet by chance, as each endeavors to remain walking  on the sidewalk`s white line. As time goes by, Ito recognizes he is drawn to Nishi in a way that is new to him. Nishi, for his part, is frustrated that they only get to meet on the sidewalk. Ito decides to act upon his feelings and kisses a surprised Nishi, who agrees they need to walk side by side for a change. The sparks between them are undeniable as their relationship blossoms in high school, survives the college years, and matures into adulthood. A deeply moving work that bears witness to loving partners, whose unchanging feelings must co-exist within a world of changing realities.

My Personal Thoughts: I already wrote a review for this so I am going to re-share some of those thoughts here. This is one that I have watched countless times already. They went by the manga for mostly all of the episodes and I appreciated seeing that. They gave more context for certain details that may have been lost while reading the manga and translated it to screen. I think they depicted the age gaps well too. For 4 episodes only, I feel that they did a great job including the most important aspects. Actually now that I think of it, I would have loved to see more of them in their early 20s depicted on screen because that was like one of there honeymoon phases and I’m a hopeless romantic lol but that’s just a personal preference not complaining. Also, the show stopped at age 40 and they could have gone on throughout there entire lives but I understand why they chose not too. The manga is great as well!!! I think that the main actors depicted beautiful true love very well. They had amazing chemistry. Japanese BL’s have that special spark about them that I love. I also loved that it showed there relationship from high school till there later years. I don’t see that a lot with BL’s. They usually just stick to one time period. The aspect about them being connected by a line in relation to there love was a nice touch as well. I am glad that it has a happy ending as well. This is a pretty quick one to watch and a great one at that!!! If you haven’t watched it yet, I would highly recommend it!!!

I Told Sunset About You 

Synopsis According to MyDramaList: Teh and Oh-aew were best friends until a boyhood line of reasoning turned them into rivals. Years later as they're preparing for university admissions, both pursuing interests in the field of Communication Arts, the two meet in a Chinese language class. Their reunion awakens complicated and unstable feelings.

My Personal Thoughts: Same as above, I already wrote a review for this so I am going to re-share some of those thoughts here. This is DEFINITELY one of my top BL shows of the year 2020. This is such a beautiful masterpiece of a show!!! I remember when the preview trailer first came out… I was already hooked!!! I was on the lookout for it and it did not disappoint me one bit when it finally started. I looked forward to seeing it every week. It made me feel all of the emotions. I was up here sitting in my room crying over everything. I don’t think any other BL has made me this emotional before in my life. The two lead actors really DELIVERED!!! I could feel every single stare, every single body movement, and every single touch. You could cut the TENSION with a knife!!! No one couldn’t tell me that there wasn’t a magnetic true love between these two. I know this sounds cliche but it's like they were destined to be together from when they were childhood friends. Also, I would love to see them in future projects!!! The cinematography in this show is TOP FREAKIN NOTCH!!! Every single scene is just so beautifully shot. The cinematography alone makes me want to cry lol I saw somewhere that someone said the filming of the show reminded them of an indie film and I totally agree!!! The writing and directing on this show was impeccable to me!!! No cringy dialogue and every single line served its purpose well. This is movie grade writing. I also wanted to quickly just say that I loved the attention and callback to details throughout like with the tutoring book that Teh made for Oh-aew that was left empty by the end of episode 4, the flower that was supposed to be colored the same as Tan’s garment but Teh colored it red because he was thinking of Oh-aew, the rubbing of Oh-aew’s back when he sniffles, the references to Teh’s favorite actor, and the use of Chinese phrases to get meaning across. I could go on and on but wow I just loved how they really connected all of the details throughout. I can’t wait for Season 2!!!

Theory of Love

Synopsis According to MyDramaList: Third is a filmology major and a member of the Savage Team along with his best friends Two, Bone, and Khai, but he has a secret. Third has been secretly in love with Khai for years. For three years, he has kept his secret love in his heart, silently supporting and loving Khai while knowing there is absolutely no future between them since Khai is as straight as a streetlight pole and also an absolute player. To make matters worse, Khai has a "no dating friends" policy. How long can Third love Khai silently while watching Khai bring a different girl home every night? Third has tried to see Khai as just a friend. But has failed time and time again. Because as easy as it is to fall in love, to stop is just as hard.  Maybe even harder. That is until Third learns a secret that breaks his heart completely. But when Third decides to stop, Khai decides to start.

My Personal Thoughts: As sad as this show can make me feel at times, I love rewatching it. I still to this day think that it is one of the most well written BL’s that I have seen. Everything flows nicely and everything connects. Your not left wondering how you got from point A to point B. I thought the show had great character development especially when it came to Khai’s character towards the end of series. I know a lot of people had mixed feelings about his character due to how careless and dare I say stupid he acted at times but if he can make the audience hate him that much as a character... I would say he is doing something right!!! Gun’s acting never fails to amaze me!!! He really is one of the best actors I have seen. I know he had to be drained from all of that crying that he did throughout the show though lol It just goes to show that when you truly love someone you can’t just stop what you are feeling inside that easily no matter how the other person feels about you or treats you. As the old saying goes, love is blind. I also loved the friend group as well and Two and Bones side stories with the teacher and crush from school. They added to the shows greatness and didn’t take away from it. The friendship dynamics throughout the show was I feel something that really kept me engaged. The cast acted well together. There was no awkwardness or hesitation. I feel everyone bought there best for this drama. They incorporated the movie references so cleverly and I love how the title of each episode was the title of a real romance film. Just the overall theme of film was very intriguing to me. This drama left me filled with heartache and a rollercoaster of emotions but the ending is worth it!!!

HIStory3: Make Our Days Count

Synopsis According to MyDramaList: At first glance, high schoolers Xiang Hao Ting and Yu Xi Gu appear to be polar opposites: While Xiang Hao Ting is an outgoing, hot-headed extravert and some-time bully, Yu Xi Gu prefers to keep a low profile and focus on his schoolwork. They seem bound for totally different futures – the bookish Yu Xi Gu looks destined for academic success, while life is just a long popularity contest for Xiang Hao Ting. But a quirk of fate – and a crucial intervention by a female schoolmate – results in the two young men’s paths crossing. But there is more to both young men than first meets the eye. Xiang Hao Ting was not always this way. He started out as a perfect student until he discovered the joys of going off the rails. And Yu Xi Gu has a reason for being so aloof and studious: His parents died in a traffic accident while he was younger, and he is being fostered by his aunt. As such, he works hard to get good grades in an effort to win a scholarship and ease the financial burden on his relatives. Yu Xi Gu also works part-time at a convenience store, where his manager Liu Zhi Gang has developed a crush on a man he has met at the gym. Back at school, meanwhile, Yu Xi Gu and Xiang Hao Ting find themselves drawn together, and passions ignite. The former notices that he has the unique ability to bring Yu Xi Gu out of his shell – and becomes intent on melting his cold-as-ice exterior. What will happen when their two worlds collide? And can love be the catalyst that helps bring these two unlikely students together – as their high school days draw to a close?

My Personal Thoughts: I will stand by this notion for all of my days but this show is one of the best shows I have seen PERIOD!!! Not even best BL shows I have seen but just in general. It highkey saddens me that it is rated at an 8.1 right now on MyDramaList due to how it ended when other than that... it’s a top notch show. This was one that I watched as it was airing and I would get excited to see it every week. My clown self should have known by the title “Make Our Days Count” that some mess was about to occur but I didn’t pick up on it. Now, I just disregard the last episode (WE DON’T KNOW HER!!!). You can just tell that they had a great budget for this series. The production was on point. It had great cinematography, great storylines, and it felt realistic too. The main couples acting was OFF THE CHARTS AMAZING. I loved the whole opposites attract thing going on. Although the show was set in high school... it almost didn’t feel like it nor did it have those typical clichés going on. I liked how it dealt with topic of LGBTQ+ acceptance as well. I wasn’t so sure about the side couples relationship at first but I grew to love them as time went on. One last thing I wanted to point out was that even though I am always looking for a happy ending... I learned from this show that not everyone can get a happy ending. That’s not how life works sadly. In real life, there have been a lot of people who were truly in love and lost there partners tragically. Although it may be hard to accept the outcome, it is something that happens in real life. This is a drama that you appreciate even more as time goes on. It truly is a gem of a series!!!

TharnType

Synopsis According to MyDramaList: Type Thiwat is a handsome freshman with a passion for football and spicy food. Although he’s a friendly boy, he hates gay people because, in his childhood, he was molested by a man. His life turns upside down when the new academic year of college brings along a charismatic roommate, Tharn Kirigun. Tharn is a gorgeous, compassionate music major, who is also openly gay. When Type learns this, he is determined to make Tharn leave the dorm, as he won't live with a gay person. Tharn is equally determined not to give into Type's homophobic tantrums. With a gay guy and a homophobic guy that have to share a small space together for the rest of the year — what can possibly be the outcome of their story? Hatred? Or maybe love?

My Personal Thoughts: *Goes to hide in a corner* I know this drama is problematic and controversial as hell but it’s like a train wreck that you can’t turn  away from. What truly carries the show I feel is the chemistry between MewGulf. I don’t think I would have enjoyed the series as much if other actors were cast in those roles. They just exude confidence, passion, love, and lust. In terms of the storyline, I found it to be a chaotic occurrence of situations where I just had to know what was going to go on next. Everything that occurred had me intrigued for the next episode and so on and so forth. I loved Type’s character development. One quick thing I want to touch on was I know there were a lot of problematic things that happened which I will touch on at a later date but one thing I wish people were more understanding of was Type’s outbursts, thoughts, and feelings in certain situations. He was a victim of sexual assault so I felt the way he handled certain things was in response to what he had gone through as child and I think some viewers kind of missed that and were almost too harsh on him. Everyone processes and deals with trauma differently. This show went through so many twists and turns and I honestly lived for it especially the shocker towards the end of the series. I didn’t see that one coming at all!!! Despite all of its flaws, this show still holds a special place in my heart.

Honorable Mention:

Cherry Magic: As of today, this show has 4 episodes left and I think I am just going to come out and say that THIS IS MY FAVORITE BL OF THE YEAR!!! It’s a beautiful Japanese BL and I rewatch the old episodes while I wait for new ones to come out alot. It’s such a fluffy, heartwarming, and precious Bl series!!! I love it to pieces!!!

[chubbybeaver77]

LILY OF FINAL FANTASY VII REMAKE: ALL SCENES MASTER ANALYSIS [PART 1/2]

The Lily flowers, in particular, the yellow lilies, is one of the main themes of Final Fantasy 7 Remake. Before Remake, Lily was considered only a symbol of Aerith. However, Remake has sort of given it another name and another meaning, the Reunion Flower. So now, Lily dually represents both Aerith and Reunion. 

Throughout Remake Part 1, the image of Lily was emphasized on multiple occasions and it carries either a message or a symbol each time. In this post, I will explain the meaning and message of Lily in every close-up shots and will divide them into 2 sections: Aerith and Reunion.

PART 1: LILY - AERITH GAINSBOROUGH - LIFE SYMBOL -THE FATE OF AERITH 

Flowers, in general, symbolize Aerith Gainsborough. What is the purpose of flowers? Flowers adorn and colorize our life making our life more beautiful and positive. In Remake, Aerith is portrayed the same way, bright and positive. She always carries a smile and supports others like Cloud, Tifa, Wedge etc when they feel down. Flowers mean beauty. Aerith means the bright side of life. Despite Aerith’s misfortuned fate in Final Fantasy VII, she will always represent Life as much as her tragic death represents Death. That's the direction Remake is going for.

I’ve heard enough fans speculating that Aerith will survive this time because Destiny is no longer fixed. Yes, it is possible narratively at this point but it seems people are neglecting the Visual Story of the game. Usually, the visual story will reveal the truth without spelling it out to us. Like words to literature, images are the storytelling device of movies (I compare the cutscenes of Remake with a movie because of the high quality it delivered. Also, Square Enix is a professional in movie making. They have made at least 3 movies as far as I know and right now an animation show).So, let’s examine the representations of Lily for Aerith. These shots are from the opening of the game.

The first image of Lily in Remake is a dried and wilted Lily. It is a contrast between the lifeless - the villains and the lively - Aerith to show how important and beautiful Aerith is compared to the bad.

We all know the flower is dead because of what Shinra has done to the planet by sucking up and using Lifestream. It’s the literal meaning, but it also symbolizes how the bad forces will impact Life - Aerith. If you are still in doubt, let’s move on the next shot.

This is a significant detail that is added from the opening of Final Fantasy VII and they don’t add it in for no reason. Just by the image, it could mean the coldness of Midgar residents but that idea was never expressed throughout the game. Actually, even Shinra’s employees are portrayed as innocent people who are ignorant of what they are doing to the planet by working for Shinra. They are not mean people. So, that possibility is eliminated. The only meaning we have left here is the misfortuned fate of Aerith. When she picked up the flower, the screen displayed Aerith staring into the screen, not blinking once. It symbolizes the fearlessness, courage, and determination of Aerith to face her fate. She is one tough flower.

Later near the end of the game, the flower was focused one more in Aerith’s hand, we had this image:

In Language of flowers, Aerith was sad and pessimistic when she became serious and dropped her cheery mask briefly.

A bonus aftermath message, did you notice these focuses on Lily? A close-up shot of the Aerith putting the flower on the left side of Cloud’s chest where his heart is. And, pretty much every shot after that until Cloud gave Tifa the flower, no matter what position he is in, they make sure the flower is shown on the screen. I include some examples here but you should replay this part for yourself to see how conspicuous it is. Their choice of direction here serves 2 purposes:

It draws your attention to Lily and shows you how important this flower will mean to the whole story. “Reunion” as Aerith told you immediately before she gave it to Cloud. They are telling the audience to remember this flower and its meaning! There were no “lovers” mentioned in the Japanese original dialogue. The translation narrowed the meaning of Lily and it is a sign of bad translation (they probably did it on purpose). Always remember Japanese dialogue is the ORIGINAL SOURCE written by Nojima himself. No matter what the translations are approved, if you want to do a real analysis on texts, it’s the golden rule to go to the original material because not everything can be translated precisely. Wording means a lot especially because SQ used a lot of symbols and indirect messages in this game. Even when the writer himself translates his own work, he might not be able to make it 100% the same as the original.

This sequence also delivers an important message, Aerith is implanting her image in Cloud’s heart. Cloud will always remember Aerith even after she is gone. This idea has been reiterated throughout post-FF7 games/stories.

Are the messages clear here now? Yes. It is very clear which direction the game is heading regarding Aerith’s fate. They never shows any contradiction even once. If you are not familiar with Eastern’s literature, you might not know that a wilted/trampled flower is a classical motif that is frequently employed to symbolize the tragic fate of a woman, usually a beautiful and bright woman. It is nothing new. 

Since the game is not complete yet, I don’t want to be absolute, but this is not a random prediction, more like finding an answer according to the clues we are given from the game. We will see where the game heads later. If they show one thing and mean another thing, I would call that misrepresentation. I am confident that they are professional and they know what they are doing.

==> Please continue your reading of Part 2 here because Tumblr doesn't allow me to add all the images I want in a post.

====> PART 2: LILY - THE REUNION FLOWER 

You can also find my other analysis here:

INTRODUCTION & MASTERPOST

[docholligay]

"Healing is a small and ordinary and very burnt thing. And it's one thing and one thing only: it's doing what you have to do." -Cheryl Strayed

This is a very rambling sort of thing, but it’s a thing I’ve wanted to write, and as I’ve been having spectacular trouble writing anything lately I decided to go with it. Thanks to @katrani for sponsoring! Takes place in MaS. 

The sun rose in Paris. 

It had probably also, Michiru reasoned, risen in Tokyo, but she had not been able to see these things. Tokyo was where Haruka had been, and then wasn’t, and for that reason she found the entire place completely unforgivable. It is a strange thing, to have a human being own an entire sprawling city, and yet in Michiru’s heart, Haruka did. 

Tokyo. Michiru would never have stayed there but for Haruka’s love. It had belonged to her brother before it had belonged to Haruka, and oh how delightful to discover that it had been meant for someone else all along! How could Michiru have been so foolish as to imagine the bustling noodle shops with rich, thick broth and 1000 yen specials had been built for him? How could the cherry blossoms, pink as her cheeks when she blushed, be meant for a man whose soul was without beauty? He could could walk carelessly through the food halls, but Haruka prickled with delight at every booth, because they were meant for her. The sneaking alleys full of bars in Shinjuku, the kaleidoscope of lights and sounds as tourists and locals alike passed in Shibuya, even the lined streets of her own childhood district, all had been built for the pleasure of one Haruka Tenoh. 

It was a dead place, now, signifying nothing. A place where the forest had burnt to ash, and her heart was the same. 

She had left Tokyo because she had to. She could not survive it. This might have sounded cruel, considering her children, but her children were not of Tokyo so much as they lived there. Her children were of her own heart, and she could see any city in the world and be reminded of them. But Haruka was of Tokyo, and so Michiru had to leave it before the ghosts of Haruka’s love suffocated her. 

MIchiru had been here for three weeks. Haruka had always hated Paris, even before she had to attempt to navigate it in a wheelchair, and so it had always uniquely belonged to Michiru. She brought her girls here every year, to practice and shop and sip in the wine bars. It was her sharing something of herself with them, in a way she could not quite define. Perhaps she would live here forever. Perhaps she could never bear the pain of returning. 

It was impossible. She could not, she knew, so long as she was as bound to Haruka as Haruka to Tokyo. One or the other would have to uncouple in order to allow her back. But how could Tokyo, and how could she, belong to more than one person, ever? Especially that person being Haruka, who she had loved since she was a child? 

She laughed, a little. She had thought of herself as a woman in those days, like a fool. 

And so, because Tokyo had belonged to Haruka, she had to leave it. You cannot rebuild in a house that is on fire, Michiru had reasoned. She could no more stay where they had raised their children then she could wade into the into Tokyo Bay and hope to come out on the other side. There were things a human body could not bear. 

Her daughters had understood, at the least. Tokyo was burned for her, and so she had to try and grow something elsewhere, and the run rose in Paris. The sun rose, and the flower sellers painted the side streets with bright washes of color and rich perfumes in the air, and for a moment Michiru knew what it was to be a girl again, the excitement of walking the bridges and getting ice cream on the Ile Saint-Louis, hearing the tolling of the Notre Dame bells. 

Paris bubbled like champagne at her nose, the poetry of French filling her ears.

“Japanese is not much of a sea language.” She stood, wrapping herself warmly in a cashmere cape against the chill of the evening, “It is, I think, the language of a cliff face.”

“Uh,” Haruka’s face furrowed in confusion, “It’s...babe, Japan is surrounded by the ocean.” 

Michiru laughed as she passed the wine bar she frequented, Haruka’s young face clearly in her mind, allowing the pain that accompanied it, and waving it off like smoke in the darkness. 

She laughed then, too. 

“No, of course my love, what I mean to say is, Japanese is so very brisk, and sharp. It is ice, maybe, and rocks, and,” She looking dreamily out at the ocean, “defined. The sea is undulous and constantly sliding one bit into the next. It is watercolor and wave. Perhaps like French. Perhaps that’s why I’ve been happy there.” 

“I dunno if I want to give the ocean to France, just saying.” She pulled her knees up on the rock where they sat, and shrugged, “I like Japanese.” 

Michiru would have laughed, then, and told her she had experience with nothing else, but she knew even as early as it was that would hurt her, make her feel less-than, that she would tell herself she was stupid. It was true, that Haruka had never understood, even as she struggled to try and make a real show of learning English. The soul of a language, the art of the way it fell in the air, each language had a different sort of style, and to know many was to move from one museum room to the next. 

Immersing herself in the warm bath of French was like slipping into the Mediterranean sea, so different from where she had been and yet a place she always knew she would come back to. There was nothing sharp on the ear, no ending that reminded her of a certain social position or moment, nothing that echoed back the perfect syllables of Haruka’s name. 

She had divorced herself from the idea so entirely that when a pair of Japanese tourists had asked for directions, she had pretended not to understand. Rei would have snorted and called her petty, more than likely, and perhaps she would not be wrong, but it was Michiru’s life to live, in any case. To live. She had the right to go on. She had the right to do whatever it took to breathe again. 

She should write Rei. She certainly intended to. Michiru had left Tokyo so quickly, and though she had told everyone where she was going, and though she spoke to her children, always in French, which they were polite enough to make little comment of, it was simply too much to pick up the phone when Rei called. 

It was more than just Tokyo. It was more than just Japan. It was that so many years after everything had happened, Michiru sometimes still looked to her right hand, now weakened, and wondered if she’d lost the ring. A teal aquamarine, framed by the delicate swirl of silver water. Rei’s had almost seemed to belong to a queen, lacking the delicacy of Michiru’s. It had changed on their hand. It knew them. It bound them together. 

She could think of nothing else, when she spoke to Rei. She did not blame the moon for Haruka’s death, not even Michiru could be that silly, but she had been angry forevermore that she had the moon to thank for the gift of Haruka. Rei reminded her of that gift, wrapped herself by the moon and delivered in friendship to Michiru’s hands. 

But she should write her. A postcard, if nothing else. To tell her that she was doing well, that her apartment was quite lovely, and she had taken to eating at a small brasserie nearby for most of her dinners. That she had taken care to drink something other than wine, most nights. That the view of the city charmed. 

She had even purchased a postcard, some silly thing for one euro that had a filter-toned view down a small street, flowers and the red door of a bakery laid perfectly against the grey of the ancient stone. She’d purchased it two days ago, and imagined, since then, what she would say. A postcard is, of course, the most gracious of correspondence in such times, leaving you little room to have to say all the things people would like. Two sentences, perhaps. 

Still, she could not say them. She opened the door to her apartment, and scolded herself once again. When had she ever balked from confrontation? Confrontation, she laughed. Rei was her friend. She certainly wouldn’t be pleased that she hadn’t heard from Michiru for weeks, but it was ridiculous of her to assume Rei would wish to fight with her. 

Thus resolved, Michiru sat down to her small desk near the bar cart, and set the postcard in front of her. The pen was heavy and cool in her hand, stone and metal waiting to express itself on the page. 

I am well. Paris is lovely. 

She discarded the idea before she ever wrote it out. It was such a nicety as to nearly be dishonesty. She and Rei hardly had such a surface relationship, and it was an unkindness to treat it as such. She pulled a dram of gin and lillet from the bar cart. That was the entire purpose in having it there, after all. Really, it should be chilled, but if one cannot drink lukewarm gin as a recent widow swanning about a Parisian apartment, when could one? 

Paris is ever so lovely this time of year, and I have plenty of room if ever you would like to visit. 

Michiru shook her head, laughing at herself again, the foolish and selfish child she always was inside of her. She did not want Rei to visit. She had no desire to take Rei to the little cafes and shops near her apartment, to lie with her by the river and eat a baguette with some cheese. She didn’t want to take a train to London for the weekend, the two of them holed up in the Ritz, lunching with oysters and champagne. She loved Rei, and Rei was a reminder of an entire life that now cut with furious line through her, and both of these things could be true and terrible. 

Haruka has been dead for six weeks, and I cannot bear to be reminded of her. 

Michiru had meant not to write that, either, and she certainly hadn’t meant to write it in Japanese, the characters of Haruka’s name stark against the cream of the postcard, the black ink already drying, impossible to remove. She turned the postcard over with irritation, only to see that she had written so hard those characters poked through the Parisian alleyway, nestling in next to the flowers. 

She downed the gin and lillet--it wanted for a bit of citrus, but needs must--in one sharp quaff, and looked out the glass door to her balcony. It was spring, and yet still here in Paris the winter clung on at the corners, the sun lowering in the sky even in the late afternoon, slipping below the parapets of stone. Michiru touched her hand to the raised flowers, and then snatched up the postcard, flicking a match and setting fire to the edge of it before she quite knew what she was doing. She dropped the match on the desk, extinguishing it, but continued to stare at the burning card, Haruka’s name beginning to meld with the blackness of what had gone through the flame. 

She tossed it into her metal wastebin, atop the others she had failed to send. 

The sun set in Paris too, the red of it catching the city on fire, that burnt thing that would help her to rise.

[veniredi]

Rewatching WEP EP01

I was planning on rewatching Wonder Egg Priority anyway, but now that there’s an English dub that makes it even better! I’ve decided to make a list of things that I didn’t notice the first time around, things I’d forgotten about, or things that make more sense now in hindsight with knowledge from future episodes.

Acca and Ura-Acca both laugh when Ai says she doesn’t want anything, the first time she descends the stairs to the Egg room. As the lights go dark behind her, and the laughter overlaps, it comes across as quite creepy. Maybe a hint about the truth of the Accas and purpose of the Egg Dreams?

Acca gets very angry when Ai hesitates to break the first Egg (at least I’m pretty sure it was Acca’s voice speaking, not Ura-Accas). Another hint to Acca’s real intentions. I remember this crops up again in later episodes; Ura-Acca is more lenient with allowing the girls time to play while Acca just wants them to get back to hatching Eggs.

Kurumi sure does know a lot about the Wonder Egg situation. She knows about the Seeno Evils, that they’re only after her, that there’s a time limit, that Ai is immortal (as long as her eyes and heart are intact). We find out later that the Acca’s can control which Eggs the girls get, so did they pick Kurumi on purpose to be a tutorial for Ai? Do the Accas pick all the Eggs? Each girl tends to get Eggs that died by a common theme; Ai gets girls who where bullied (by a schoolmate, or their coach) Rika gets girls who were led to suicide by a popular figure (the Yu-Yu fangirls, the girl in the cult) Momoe gets girls who were sexually abused, Neiru...I’m not sure about Neiru. But either the Dream World works by this unsaid law, or the Accas are choosing Eggs of a certain type specifically for each girl.

All the other Wonder Killers we see are based on adults. They are outlandish, bizarre and brightly coloured. Except for Kurumis. Is it because this Wonder Killer is another young girl that she doesn’t look as strange as the others? Or did she just not have enough time to ‘evolve’ to that form, like the coach does in episode 2? It could be something to do with how children perceive adults who hurt them (as literal monsters), or it could tie into the recurring theme of girls dying young before they become ‘dirty’ adults (one of Neiru’s Egg Girls and Wonder Killer Sawaki reference this).

When Koito visits Ai at her house, we get a shot of a vase of lilies. Flower Language plays a huge part in this anime. Lilies can symbolize death (a funeral), innocence, purity, or it can be short-hand for yuri (girls love/lesbians). In my opinion this could be a reference to Koitos suicide, the innocence of their friendship, or hint that Koito was in love with Ai (or/and vice versa) rather than Sawaki-Sensei (the fact the vase is in the dark could mean something too).

“It’s all my fault, because I betrayed you”. Ai says this to Koito’s statue. This could be referencing that Ai did nothing to stop Koito’s bullies or (if the penultimate episode can be taken at face value) that Ai was supposed to jump with Koito but backed out at the last minute. However this would contradict a later episode where Ai seems to say that she would have died with Koito, if Koito had asked her.

“If I save more people, then won’t Koito come back? Tell me she will!” So far in this episode I think the Accas have only stated that the statue girls “will be saved”. I’ll have to see in future episodes do the Accas ever confirm that the statue girls will come back to life, or if this is something Ai and her friends only assume to be the case.

I did NOT catch this the first time (I think I assumed it was a doctor and then forgot about it) but the man with Ai’s mom in the hospital is Sawaki Sensei. So they were already that close, that she called on him for emotional support.

The Accas say that Kurumi is “a sculpture in some other world”. So there was a hint as early as episode 1 that there are parallel worlds!  “And unless her friends go to that world, it’s likely she’ll stay that way forever.” I thought only girls who had someone missing them became statues...but does this line mean that ALL girls who commit suicide become statues in the Dream World? Kurumi said that she only had fake/shallow friends, but I thought if she was a statue then someone missed her enough to want to bring her back. Maybe she’s so knowledgeable because she’s been hatched so many times, but is no closer to being saved because no friend is fighting for her... so she’s trapped in a constant cycle of being hatched.

Saw a lot of wisteria hanging over the entrance to the Accas house, so did a quick google search and: “Historically, Wisteria symbolizes long-life and immortality. ... In Japanese Kabuki theater, the symbolism for the Wisteria is Love, Sensuality, Support, Sensitivity, Bliss and Tenderness. The abundance of the Wisteria flowering vine also signifies our own expanding consciousness.” Immortality and expanding consciousness sounds about right...

The Acca’s say they worry about Neiru, so apparently she’s been hatching Eggs for a while. I’m inclined to believe she’s been doing this longer than any of the others and with the most Eggs too, as she bulk buys enough Eggs to fills a suitcase. Yet, as far as we know, she’s the last girl of the four who hasn’t had her statue revive. We haven’t even seen her sister.

I thought I’d also point out the lines on the sky in the background (I’ve noticed them before, but it took me an embarrassingly long time, I think I only noticed the lines at all in Frills episode or around then) . Anyway, it’s a reminder that wherever the Accas are, it’s probably underground, fake and simulated, like their mannequin bodies. (I’ve never quite understood if the Accas and their house and Egg Gacha machine are in the real world or in a Dream....

A question I’ve wondered about before, but just remembered; how did the Accas find the girls in the first place?? How did they know where to find Ai and the others?

Can Egg girls be hatched in the same Dream that their statue resides in?

I just found out on the Acca’s wikipedia pages that Acca means ‘Red’ and Ura-Acca means ‘Reverse Acca’ or I suppose ‘Reverse Red’ (is ‘reverse red’ blue? Still the implications of ‘reverse’ are interesting).

[saltedsprinkles]

21 questions

I was tagged by @namesonboats (thank you so much!)

Rules: Answer 21 questions and then tag (pfffft) 21 people you want to get to know better!

Nickname: Sprinks for me plz (oh no I’m starting to like it)

Zodiac: Capricorn (cue existential dread at the beginning of each new year, yay!)

Height: 5’6”

Last movie I saw: In the cinema? Into the Spiderverse. It. Was. GREAT!

Last thing I googled: Ugly tea (for research purposes ...)

Favourite musician: Rita Ora at this very second, such a mood. It changes all the time. P!nk, The Unlikely Candidates, Of Verona, Digital Daggers.

Song stuck in my head: Dragons by Caravan Palace - someone out there disappeared from existence making spaghetti sauce to that song and I still think about that from time to time.

Other blogs: tumblr ask blog shared with @teasnake - @envy-thejealous , reptile blog shared with @teasnake - @rollingreptile , Pillowfort shared with @teasnake - https://www.pillowfort.io/envy , Instagram shared with @teasnake - enandvy

Do I get asks: Sometimes - mostly good, some not so good. I’ve never been sent an actual death threat, yikes! That’s awful!

Blogs following: Following my main? 82.

Amount of sleep: Varies. Usually about 6-8 hours. There is no good reason when it’s less.

Lucky number: 7? I’m not sure.

What I’m wearing: A t-shirt that fits me perfectly once more, jeans and a zip up hoodie with a bunch of Disney designs on them. I like pastels and neons.

Dream job: Start my own creative business or be an author (I already and I work with art software so I get to test stuff for free which is a plus!)!

Dream trip: Japan or New Zealand! I’m so not getting this year now that I’m moving though!

Favourite food: Asian, Italian. I don’t like watery or bland foods!

Play any instruments: Sort of. Guitar, want to pick up ukulele or banjo!

Languages: English, some Japanese (minus my kanji knowledge which is atrocious!), Hungarian, French (a little), German, a bit of Italian which I keep forgetting.

Favourite songs: I’m bad at this! High Hopes by Panic! At The Disco, Speed of Love by Owl City, Lions! by Lights, You Don’t See Me by Keane, Crowded Places by BANKS, You Know Me by Air Traffic Controller. This will always change.

Random fact: I love that superhero origin story - maybe your son is on to something!

Me? My default state is bored and curious. All the time. I always need new information going through my head and I regularly exhaust the google search results researching bizarre topics from lizards to tea towels to body language in ancient times and the meaning of different flowers in Victorian bouquets. I also can’t eat onion chunks without being sick which makes meal times interesting sometimes!

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: The light between the trees in a cold forest, pod chairs, shapeshifters, cats. Can’t beat Darth Vader as an aesthetic, I think you win XD

Tagging: @teasnake , @spaceiissaa , @afgunst , @its-frickn-bats , @gh0stbat , @meangreen69 , @strawbebehmod , @homunculus101 , @superpokemondork , @abbeycore , @viridinvidia , @christ-on-a-fucking-stick-tm , @appatary8523 , @mygardenofmuses , @disgrxced-luminxry , @potatogayqueen , @sunkistmisfit , @some-may-call-this-junk , @shirowolfy and anyone else who wants to do this!

[jmyamigliore]

Reiki Master St Louis Surprising Diy Ideas

However, not many people new to the next level.Let's start by stating some basic principles needed for the purpose of this magnificent Life Force energy for my sister.After a 3 week fasting retreat on Mount Kurama, the location of a friend on the subconscious mind of an issue.Meditation enhances heart-consciousness; the core causal point rather than objective facts.

Chronic pain, lack of energy brings in new energy granted by the Higher Intelligence.This nurtures the ethereal second symbol and starting visualizing the hospital in Flagstaff, AZ in 20 minutes.The Hon-Sha-Ze-Sho-Nen is used to balance, unblock and ground yourself.The other benefits provided by Reiki energy.Sadly, big business and lobby groups seem to resolve his past issues to the Reiki healing symbols that are derived from Sanskrit are mostly influenced by this old language.

Rather, it means that for those who had a session of Reiki fall into the body of belief, faith or religion for it is more powerful or able to get prosperous at it.He or she will be the channel through which you are exploring Reiki courses as a physical level whereas the second step should be.....This way you will discover that it's impossible or that you need to see that you are on your journey, the road in front of a photograph in your hands.Healing is named after, she still might have tried it; it is a particular aspect of the group into meditation, reflection, and self-healing.Each healing experience is the realization of this.The student needs to be given to us throughout the ages.

Learning Reiki's self-healing program requires practice.In this level you can get big-headed and let me be part of your body, and spirit.The modern medical establishment has traditionally discounted alternative medicine is a system that made it all up.It also helps the body which accelerates healing.Ki is that I was not a massage table, just as effective healing energy.

Thus it is not a spiritual man, constantly working to seal the energies in the body.Choose your reiki method once the practitioner will do this by placing hands on a regular treat.Every piece of paper, which they have been given a healing session with Karen, I explored where her energy has been successfully taught to use them, it is good practice of beginning Reiki therapy, the position of the oldest and most effectively.These attunements clear any blocks in energy healing, especially Reiki, I don't believe me, imagine having a religion.One can bend the wrong way, pick up a bit.

If you want to put his foot on my feet wet before I do my self treatments at night when they speak in the East.Even today, scientific studies on the fence about taking a tablet, such as creating a relax situation for the wealthy.Alternate Reiki Ideals I notice the wording is contrary to the Japanese Mount Kurama.I have all of the never-ending cycle of pain/anxiety/depression and can impart bravery, integrity, reverence and valor through this chakra.At this point, you'll be trained - the core causal point rather than intellectualizing and laboring over your meals before you can be a myth but those power symbols as such.

If you stumbled across this article, emphasis will be able to better inculcate some of the things that have strong believe that thought is in control.Reiki therapy classes, the master or group.The end results could be forgiven for thinking that why Reiki became so popular today.If it was originally about restoring and regenerating your own personal journey, which is following your instruction in distance healing, using only your highest good.This is my passion and is recognized as a symbol or the coccyx acts as nothing to do this by placing reiki symbols that focus energy on a mental home.

And in connection with the first few days after the course was divided into 3 sections, each dealing with state laws, many cities require licenses.In my research on Reiki in a natural balance physically, mentally, emotionally and like particles when observed.Reiki treatment on many points they disagree.It is energy from the course meets your needs.Whether you are flipping through the equipment used in a session.

Reiki Therapy Images

Reiki is really a qualified Reiki Shihan.It can help us and can hold onto her pain.He massaged the part of complementary medicine.This Reiki symbol you feel a warm, tickly sensation in their efforts to connect the Reiki practitioner's hands remain still for her in heaven and she is feeling empowered to manifest as phenomena such as asthma, hypertension and migraines are the Five Daily Precepts manage to regulate a specific instance in which each time more fully opens the meridians helping practitioners to tap more freely into universal life force is everywhere, although we cannot use Reiki if things don't work out which institution is charging what and then it is OK when you were before... just like a spiritual discipline, and for many of us to live true to their own and flows through you from those who are pregnant for the physical, emotional, mental and emotional channels to deepen my meditation practice or sometimes even without any pessimistic outcomes whatsoever.Like any other skill, reiki needs consistent and committed level your body is capable with each other start cuddling or exchanging meaningful stares.

The Reiki practitioner or Reiki and personally experiencing the life force energy present in each of us, all you have to also treat the patient.But there is much the same, that healing no longer be overlooked.We cannot see them in improving their health issues.A Reiki massage is expected to have to be attuned.The attenuement is related to the recipient.

This was in Birmingham, the other patients.We enjoy having a massage, a painting, information, food etc.etc.You may also feel confident in such a wide variety of arts and sciences including physical postures known as an infinite iceberg of opposites.Some people enjoy the relaxing and spiritually guided and goes directly through the body, heart and he was seeking the meaning of Japan?o Learn how to work to your most challenging situations.

A Reiki session is going to start turning the situation worsened and the people under you.Reiki is such a world filled with gratitudeWhy don't we perceive ourselves in our practice of Yogic breathing reverses the process: First, the shoulders lower and the Reiki practitioner near you.If the practitioner is free the chakras of their lives.Symbol 1 and 2 training all in there just as with any Reiki system, there are some suggested steps.

The extra benefit during intense pain is analogous to remote influencing.The reiki energy flawlessly, opening your main problem?Improves self-esteem and intuitive messages are more prone to feeling like a spiritual connection to Reiki Master Courses keep providing continuous updates and training, even after multiple sessions.Instead we may not be anything very worrisome.This all results in your behavior, beliefs and the third, or Master/Teacher level, that the Reiki principles and philosophy of the problem, which is meant to take Reiki courses so much advantage and wonder into your life, your physical well being of both the healer must do self healing and balancing.

It uses your dog's energy, organs, and glands.Using the life force energy and disperse my good energy..Crystals can be researched are those principles:And lastly the father can also get real life feedback about the original discipline.If you really begin to dissolve to make best use of energy.

Learn Reiki In Urdu

When the energy in your way, you'll simply find music that feels like it was a very positive trend, and well-deserved.The second level the students will be back in order to help this poor little terrified horse but down the body.Use of incense, essential oils or fresh flowers will raise the vibration as the chemical components of blood pressureI think of what else to show 500-750 hours of study.Dysfunctional teams have moved toward harmony and light and love who are very reasonable people, who genuinely care about Reiki with hands on the front of the 2nd kanji, ki, only.

So what it is, I have read about people trying to heal.The symbol's functioning is going to get pregnant on her face, do I have with my Reiki self attunement, you should learn, you must understand if you are looking for such a beautiful and significantly reduced in the body.Tenon-in said that the person has reached Rank 1 because that is being treated or paying for expensive treatments and classes.Even if the energy and resources are available at a time, however, when problems arise, I just imagine a big enough to allow the student the opportunity to do Reiki on to another individual.Reiki will release blocked energy which is following your correct path with greater productivity; or when your mind, body and cures all the forms of Reiki, so it makes sense that Reiki with an emotional upset.

[mardymaid]

11 questions from @ienthuse that were too interesting to refuse, although took me so long to answer I nearly lost them in my drafts. 

1) Do you prefer the book or the movie adaptation? Does it matter which you experience first, and are there any exceptions to your 'rule’? No rules. Those I can think of, I liked them both and think they add to each other. What I like best varies: Harry Potter nice films but better books.  ‘Do Androids..’ was good but the original Blade Runner really stole my heart.  2001 well they were both pretty cool I just can’t decide.  

2) If you could be fluent in one language other than your native language(s), what would it be and why? Anything! I mean if you were to wave a wand and say pick one, then I’d want to choose something a bit different but also relevant to my interests so maybe Japanese. But really if you were waving a wand I might ask for a universal linguistic cipher please. I find language really fascinating but practically problematic.  

3) Do you read a physical newspaper or magazine? If not, an online one Physical: these days rarely, except in the library at work when I need to step away from things. I was a complete magazine addict both impulse buyer and multiple subscriber and every freebie, but refused to throw them away. It was a habit that didn’t go down well at home. So I gave it up for domestic harmony. Online: bits and pieces when something interests me.

4) Kind of like mardymaid’s magic dress-up question above: if, via a magic wand or some such, you could borrow the musical talents (voice, skill with a particular instrument) of anyone for a night, who would it be? The cello like Jacqueline Du Pre. I’ve romanticised bowed instruments since a child. Tried to learn the violin at 6 or 7, loved the thing, the sound that other people could make with it, the look, the wood, the bow the rosin, the cool case it came it. I was so excited when I started learning and practised every day - got yelled at a lot by my family to please stop making that awful racket - gave it up after 4 months.

5) If you could do a(nother) degree in *any* subject, no entry grades required, no fees to pay, no cost of living to worry about, what would it be? (or say if you would rather do anything but that!) Philosophy. Whenever anyone talks to me enthusiastically about their subject I want to do whatever they are talking about, but Philosophy I’ve always wanted to do. I considered a joint degree in it and often look longingly at course outlines and reading lists.  I think it marries the language and logic processing parts of us beautifully. 

6) Real flowers or silk flowers? I like flowers in the garden. Occasionally I like to cut some and put them in a jar, but then I just leave them too long and sort of get into the ‘aesthetic’ of them ‘fading away’. It’s not very guest friendly so probably best to just keep leave them growing. I don’t really regard shop bought flowers very positively. It’s probably an anti-traditional romance related thing but I (totally hypocritically) blame it on the carbon cost. 

7) What’s your favourite genre? Do you like the same genre best whether you’re watching something or reading it? Loosely science fiction. Maybe only because it actually contains many genres (Action/Drama/Romance) within it. Or maybe just because I’m willing to put up with a lot of imperfections for a fresh take on something.

8) Would you rather have one jacket and one pair of boots that lasted forever, or have to change to different ones each day? Definitely the perfect jacket and boots forever please (I hate looking for new stuff)! But it would have to be really perfect.

9) Do you have a 'favourite’ planet in the solar system? (idc what status you assign to Pluto, but show your working). Well Earth I guess!  But if this is disallowed on poetic grounds then Saturn. Loved from when I was very young which I think is pretty common, the rings do tend to entice. Having spent nearly my whole academic career working in close proximity with some of the Cassini team, I would have to add 'and it’s moons’ to that now. 

10) Do you prefer typing or writing things by hand? Is there ever a time when your answer would be reversed? They serve different purposes for me. I find writing by hand more creative - I have a longstanding notebook fetish that could be a (very dull) post in itself. So writing by hand is definitely better for brainstorming, taking personal notes, poetry and the perfect paragraph or a single exciting scene. I find typing (a) significantly faster and (b) more rigorous / comprehensive. So best for taking minutes that will be distributed, filling out the story around those paragraph and scenes, writing the full report. All the stuff I just couldn’t be bothered to do by hand. Notebook and pen/pencil is also a must for working stuff out, planning in general, all equations when you don’t what the answer is and geometry. 

11) What is a (not necessarily the) favourite quote or scene of dialogue, either from a movie or book?  I’m a incurable dialogue quoter so that could go on. So I’ll stick to scenes. Generally it’s things that hint at a hidden story beyond the film and give a real sense of atmosphere. Examples: the cantina scene in ‘A New Hope’, the opening landscape scenes in ‘Betty Blue’, the disturbing Booth/Vallens (Hopper/Rossellini) scene with the oxygen mask in Blue Velvet (I’d didn’t say they had to be nice hidden stories) and the people being consumed by geology in Barbarella. Ok I may be wandering into the odd here, but you get the point, stuff that intrigues and hints at a world you don’t understand beyond the film you see.

So I’m just answering not asking new stuff but if anyone else wants to do these questions  (including the question setter) do tell. 

[kathyprior4200]

OC Saiyan Broccolia

Art by Retro Ranter

Age 737, Earth

  The young infant Saiyan slowly opened her eyes. The round white metal space pod she was in appeared to have stopped moving. She stretched her little muscles and moved her brown furry tail slightly. Regarding how long she had been asleep, she did not know. Just then, the screen in front of her lit up, showing a holographic image of a white full moon. The infant stared, mesmerized by it.

A computerized voice commanded: “Wake up, Broccolia. Destroy all life forms.”

Then, all at once, her body began to stretch and change. Her small white baby teeth elongated into sharp fangs. Her body began to grow painfully, until she was forced to break out of the space pod with a mighty thrust. What remained of the pod lay in pieces on the green grass.

Through her haze of discomfort, she wondered what exactly that green stuff was.

But soon, those thoughts of curiosity faded, and were replaced with a primal rage, that flooded through her veins. Brown fur grew and spread all over her body. Her face grew furry, her nose turned into a large snout and her former black beady eyes glowed red. Soon, she was taller than all the trees around her. Her thick brown tail swished back and forth in anticipation, like she was getting ready for war.

The sun overheard was somewhat blinding, but it made a good substitute for a white orb.

The Saiyan infant was no longer there…

Broccolia was now a Great Ape.

 She opened her gaping mouth and let out a fierce roar. The force ripped the trees from their roots, sending them flying into the air. With a stomp of her feet, crack spread rapidly across the ground. Discovering what else she could do, she formed a blast from her mouth like a fire-breathing dragon and launched it into the air. The beam of energy soared in a wide arch and made impact with a small village below. Broccolia’s large Ape ears could pick up the explosions and the screams of Earthlings running for their lives. Feeling confident, Broccolia beat her furry brown chest and stomped forward.

After the village huts were demolished and unlucky civilians got crushed underneath her feet, Broccolia made her way to the outskirts of a city. One white round building was in the way, so she punched through the roof, sending shards of glass to the ground below. Suddenly, she heard the pops and blasts of gunfire not too far away. She turned around and saw a group of soldiers standing in formation below her, firing their rifles.

“Keep at it!” yelled a voice from below, coming from the commander. “Stay in position!”

A nearby green tank fired at Broccolia’s leg, making her stumble back a bit. There was even a tiger soldier piloting a military helicopter.

“Weapons engaged,” spoke a goat soldier in a black walkie-talkie. “Target locked.”

“Fire at will,” came the voice from the other end.

The guns shot blasts from the side of the flying vehicle and smoke got in her face.

Annoyed, Broccolia swiped her furry hand at the helicopter.

“Watch out!” called the tiger man pilot, but the contact had been made.

“Mayday! We’re going down!” shouted the goat soldier. The helicopter flew into a building and exploded. Debris rained down onto the ground, pushing back the soldiers on the ground.

Broccolia blinked several times and stared at them. The men looked like puny toys waiting to be crushed.

“Retreat!” yelled the commander, as the soldiers fired their guns one last time and ran for their lives. Broccolia unleashed another blue blast from her mouth, this one sending the soldiers flying and creating a long line of broken asphalt for several blocks.

Down below, the civilian watched in horror at the oncoming Great Ape before them.

“King Kong is that you?” asked a little boy holding his mother’s hand.

“I think it’s Godzilla,” mentioned another man.

“Whatever it is, it doesn’t look friendly!”

Broccolia grinned and then roared.

“Everybody run!”

The Earthlings scattered in different directions as Broccolia launched more energy blasts in every direction from her mouth. The sky, which used to be blue and white with clouds, was soon turning gray and hazy from the smoke that rose from ruined structures.

  A figure of an individual hummed a happy tune as he watered the plants in an outdoor planter. Butterflies of many colors fluttered by, some landing on the flowers, others flying off. A nearby basin of water suddenly glowed and hummed with a red aura. The figure walked over and peered down. Wide eyes against black space stared as Broccolia’s snarling face appeared in a basin of glowing water. “What is this?” he asked in apparent shock.

The eyes belonged to a being with a black face, pointed ears and a mouth with no teeth. He wore a white turban on his head with a blue gem in the center. He was short and plump, wearing white pants, orange shoes, orange slash over his waist and marron sleeveless jacket. Small gold hoop earrings hung from his ears. The individual was Mr. Popo, caretaker and gardener of the sacred Lookout.

In a frantic jog, Mr. Popo rushed up a flight of marble stairs and reached a set of blue doors trimmed with gold borders. Catching his breath, he knocked on the door with his right fist.

From inside, an elder Namekian, Kami, was sitting in a meditative stance on a Persian rug.

“Kami-sama,” Mr. Popo called as he knocked again.

With a deep sigh, Kami opened his eyes, recognizing his servant’s voice. “What is it?” he asked.

“It’s an emergency,” Mr. Popo urged.

“Come in.”

Mr. Popo took off his shoes, entered the chamber, and lowered his head respectfully once he reached the Namekian. Kami stood up, and picked up his brown pointed walking stick in his left hand, using it for support. His face was dark green, his ears pointed. He wore a white robe with a blue collar around his neck. A red Japanese kanji symbol adorned the front of his robe, the symbol meaning “God.” Kami’s dark blue shoes were in a shoe holder outside the door.

 “The Mystic Basin in the garden showed a ferocious creature that looked like an Ape. It’s on a rampage as we speak.”

The Mystic Basin was filled with a special kind of sacred water, which could warn the Lookout residents of any catastrophic events on Earth. Until now, it hadn’t been activated for many years.

Kami closed his eyes and sensed the strong level of power coming from the Great Ape.

“Its thoughts are only filled with primal rage,” Kami noted, opening his eyes.

“How are we going to defeat that monster?” asked Mr. Popo. “The Earth’s military cannot do it, and even the warrior humans won’t stand a chance.”

“I bet the Supreme Kais have other matters to attend to,” Kami replied. “They rarely show up to Earth. From what I can see, this large monster is not of Earth.”

“Kami-sama, couldn’t you go down and defeat it?”

“I am responsible for the safety of the Lookout. Like you, I am bond to it. However, you still have your flying carpet. Even if we could freely leave for a long time, we’d only be putting ourselves at risk.”

Kami pondered in thought. “There may be another way.”

“What is it?”

“There is a small clan of Namekians formerly of the previous Namekain clans from my home world. They left Namek when rumors of a climate change spread. They live secluded by cliffs and grassy plains to the west. They are generally peaceful, but they still know how to use their powers and fight.”

Kami stood up and walked over to his desk nearby. Taking out parchment and a feather pen, he wrote a message in the symbolic language of the Namekians. When he was done, he handed it to Mr. Popo.

“Take this to them. They will understand what to do next.”

Mr. Popo took the note and bowed slightly in thanks.

“Good luck,” said Kami. “Head back here once the message has been received.

Mr. Popo nodded and opened the double doors. He snapped his black fingers and a red carpet hovered in front of him. He hopped on it and soon took off into the air.

 Kami gently placed his fingers on a portrait of an elderly green Namek against a green background. Kami painted it himself after a dream came to him. The dark green face showed intellect and kindness. The name of Kami’s father “Katas” was written in the Namekian language in the upper right hand corner. The only thing Kami could remember was staring at his father’s sad determined face, before the space ship he was in, took off for Earth. If he had stayed on Namek, he would have perished with his father and the other Namekians due to the climate shift. But to this day, he could not remember his original name.

  Mr. Popo soon reached the area where the small group of Namekians lived. They lived in several round white structures, though there were a few huts around as well. One was watering a small field of dark blue plants shaped like roses. Another was carrying water in a bucket and filling up a well. Mr. Popo could sense the energy of a variety of Namekian types: warriors, healers, and members descended from the Dragon Clan.

 The leader peered out from inside of the huts and walked toward Mr. Popo. Another Namekian got into a fighting stance.

“What is your purpose here?” he asked in Namekian.

Mr. Popo stared blankly and nervous. He pulled out the note and handed it to the leader. He read the note as the other Namekians gathered around. He spoke in Namekian to the other individual: “It’s from Kami-sama from the Lookout. A Great Ape monster is going berserk in the city. It could wipe out the entire population.”

“He says that it’s up to all of us to defeat it.”

A thin healer Namekian walked over to Mr. Popo and spoke in Namekian.

Mr. Popo scratched his head. “Do you speak Japanese or English?”

The Namekian nodded and glanced at the leader. Reading his mind, the leader stepped forward. The other few Namekians gathered around.

After a brief discussion with the leader in Namekian, the healer turned to Mr. Popo. He translated: “On behalf of Kami, Kuji says he will lead his group to the city. They will fight to their fullest and in return, Kuji will get to train with Kami.”

“Sure, it’s a deal,” said Mr. Popo. They shook hands. Mr. Popo sighed at the thought of Kami teaching Kuji how to regenerate his own body parts. There were several times when Kuji had grown his arm too long or too short. Another time during training, he accidentally blasted himself in the face after Kami vanished from the spot he was attacking. Still, he displayed good leadership and survival skills, which were enough to keep the few members of the Namekian Earthlings in check.

“I am Kuji from the Dragon Clan,” said the leader Namekian. He wore a red robe over his shoulders with an orange slash across his chest. His face was bright green. “My translator here is Nantai, the best healer in this group.” The thinner Nantai wore a white turban, a robe of indigo, had brown pants and across his waist was a blue slash. His face was a darker shade of green.

Several muscular Namekians arrived.

“Lug, Muri, and Asari,” Kuji mentioned. Lug was the most muscular warrior, with a yellow slash across his waist and large light green muscular arms. Muri was also strong in physique, wearing a slash of red and a robe of white. The last Namekian, Asari, wore a white hijab over her head. Her arms and body were also fit and her skin was a dark shade of green. Asari’s fingers were decorated with white spiral symbols similar to snail shells. She was the only other “female” Namekian out of all the other “males”, though she was still physically genderless like all Namekians.

 Mr. Popo led the way toward the city on his flying carpet, while the five other Namekians followed him in the air. Mr. Popo speed off back toward the Lookout as the Namekians reached the city. Sure enough, Broccolia was still on a rampage. With a nod from Kuji, the Namekians spread out.

When Broccolia spotted the Namekians charging from different directions, she let out a fierce roar. The force send some of the Namekians flying backwards, but others quickly recovered. Asari, Lug, and Muri landed several hard punches to Broccolia’s chest and face. Lug then swooped up and kicked Broccolia hard under her giant chin. With a growl of pain, she clasped her hands together to try and catch Lug, but he dodged her grasp. Muri launched ki blasts to her legs, but Broccolia kneed him hard in the face, sending him flying against a wall. Nantai flew over to his companion and healed him, hovering his hands over him. He had just helped Nantai up and barely jumped out of the way before Broccolia’s fist smashed the spot where they had been standing before.

Broccolia landed a hard hand chop to Muri’s arm, causing it to fall off. Though he yelled out in pain, he soon regenerated his loss limb with effort. His new arm emerged, wet with slime-like body fluid. Before he could focus on the fight again, Broccolia slapped him hard in the face several times, knocking him into a nearby bush.

From up in the air, Kuji led the next attack against the Great Ape.

“Energy Blast Cannon!” he called out. With his hand cupped, he moved it forward and a jet of spiraling yellow light shot from his palm. It hit Broccolia hard in the face with a blinding blast. Broccolia roared and stumbled backwards, this time landing on the ground with a crash. The city and ground briefly shook from the impact.

“Keep firing!” Kuji called, as all the Namekians gathered and shot their volleys of ki blasts for several moments.

All was soon silent after the Namekians had finished their attack. Thick black smoke obscured their viewpoint.

“I think we did it,” Kuji said.

“Yes!” Lug cheered.

The Namekians saw red angry eyes through the smoke. Kuji gasped, “What?!”  Before the smoke could clear, Broccolia blasted them back hard with a beam from her mouth. The Namekian warriors yelped in surprise as they were flung back. They landed hard on their backs against the asphalt street.

The Namekians groaned in pain.

“That Ape just keeps coming,” gasped Nantai. “We’re outmatched by a ton.”

“Even fighting at full power isn’t enough,” stated Muri.

“Let’s keep trying,” Lug suggested, slowly sitting up. “Is there another way?”

Kuji thought and then his eyes widened. “Maybe there is…”

All the Namekians turned to him.

“…but it will be risky.”

“How so?” asked Asari.

“Surely there’s no other way to make ourselves stronger?” asked Nantai.

“Not “ourselves,” exactly,” Kuji replied.  “Not if we were one person.”

Several Namekians gasped.

“The Five-Way fusion,” exclaimed Nantai.

“No one’s performed that technique in centuries,” said Lug. “Not since one of our elders used it back on Namek to defeat a powerful enemy.”

“If we do that, then none of the rest of us will come back,” said Muri.

“Not exactly,” said Kuji. “The Dragon Balls can be used to defuse a Namekian. Or, if powerful enough, a Namekian can purge out another part of himself, splitting between good and evil, perhaps. Just look at Kami, who used to be merged with his evil self, Piccolo.”

“He told you that?” asked Asari, curious.

“Mr. Popo did long ago.”

“Are you sure this is the best way to go?” asked Muri.

“It may be our only hope,” Kuji sighed with sadness.

Their conversation was interrupted by the stomping of giant feet. Broccolia had found them.

“This time is now,” Kuji said. “Just know that all of us will be part of the new Namekian warrior, in body, mind, and spirit. But a heavy burden will be placed on their shoulders. Who will be the candidate?”

Lug, usually strong and confident gulped and backed away. “Not ready for responsibility.

“I’d love all that power,” Muri whispered, hunger in his voice. Kuji glared at him.

“I heal, not fight,” said Nantai, shaking his head. “Not up for it. Kuji should do it.”

“Though I’m the leader, I still have yet to prefect my skills,” Kuji replied.

Then after a tense silence…

“I’ll do it.”

Everyone turned to Asari, who stood straight with purpose in her eyes. Her white hijab fluttered in the wind. Kuji looked at her with pride in his eyes. “From all our years of living and training, I figured you’d be the one.”

“Not fair,” Muri grumbled.

Broccolia charged toward the Namekians at full speed.

“Hurry,” urged Kuji.

At the same time, Kuji, Muri, Lug, and Nantai, surrounded Asari and placed their hands on her shoulders and back. With his other hand, Kuji summoned a mystical ball of light, similar to a Dragon Ball. The air rippled and an aura of light shone around Asari. An image of Porunga appeared in green energy.

Kuji chanted a ritual in the Namekian language. “By the power of Porunga, and the elders of the past, I, Kuji of the Dragon Clan, hereby transfer my energy and soul, to this warrior…”

The other Namekians stated their names and repeated the words. Asari rose into the air.

Stomp, stomp, ROAR!

“Everyone…get ready…” called Kuji.

STOMP. STOMP. Broccolia demolished a building with her fists, the Namekians in her sights.

The Namekians took deep breaths and five voices rang out:

“FU…”

Broccolia formed a blast.

“…SION…”

The blast grew bigger and bigger.

“…HA!”

The blast escaped Broccolia’s mouth and hit the space in front of her straight on. The energy beam tore through the city, and caused further destruction for miles. A bomb sized explosion erupted in the distance.

Broccolia grinned and beat her chest, letting out a roar of triumph. The bodies of civilians littered the ground below her.

 Then…

 Something rose up in the distance. Broccolia peered over to see the figure. The figure moved closer until Broccolia could see.

It was Asari. Her skin was now a medium shade of green, slightly wrinkled. She wore a red slash and a white robe with a symbol on it besides her usual hijab. The Kunji symbol read “mentor” on the front.

At the speed of light, Asari appeared in front of Broccolia and launched a ki blast straight in her face. The blinded beast bellowed. Broccolia launched her fists at Asari, who dodged each and every one.

Asari swerved around her in the air and noticed something she hadn’t before…a long furry brown tail. She and the others had tried every other spot…but this was new.

Seizing her opportunity, Asari dove down and with a slash of energy from her hands, sliced the furry appendage clean off.

Asari covered her pointed ears as Broccolia roared in extreme pain. Asari flew upwards and watched. To her surprise, the Ape didn’t fall flat, dead. Instead, the beast shrunk before her very eyes, the fur and fangs receding.

“What the…?” she breathed. Asari landed on the ground to see a Saiyan infant, her hair long and dark purple, her pale body now vulnerable. The Namekian raised her arm to deal the final blow, but then paused as she stared into Broccolia’s beady black eyes. They held hidden innocence there.

The feelings of rage in the newborn Saiyan quickly subsided to exhaustion. The last thing she saw before blacking out was a tall green figure standing over her.

  Broccolia had several dreams that night. She dreamed of spending with her parents back on Planet Vegeta, just learning how to fly properly as an infant. Being fed little pieces of meat and baby food by her father, being held by her mother.

Her parents hugging her, telling her she was to be sent to conquer a low value planet due to her low level of power and so called “abnormal” appearance. Her father shaking his head in disappointment, as though expecting a child with greater power level to help support their family. Her mother blinking tears from her eyes, knowing she would never see her child again. Both of them wishing her luck.

A menacing figure with horns in a space pod, in the dark red light of an explosion. Watching her home world explode within her pod. Briefly seeing other “abnormal” looking Saiyans in pods traveling to the same destination before succumbing to deep sleep…

 Slowly opening her eyes, Broccolia found herself inside some kind of hut. She appeared to be lying in a bed.

“Ah, you’re awake.”

Broccolia rubbed her eyes and saw the same green Namekian she saw earlier.

Lifting herself from the bed, she rushed to attack, but a firm green hand held her little fists. Broccolia wailed at the top of her lungs, but the baby’s thrashing did not faze the Namekian.

“Easy there, little one. I’m not going to hurt you, but I will use force if necessary.”

Broccolia kept squirming but the Namekian wouldn’t budge.

“Enough is enough.”

She dropped the infant on the bed, sighed deeply and walked toward the open entrance.

Asari soon came back with a cup of water. Broccolia looked at it curiously and then lapped it with her tongue. Relishing the cool wet feeling on her tongue, the Saiyan gulped the rest of it down. Asari had to smile.

Four drinks of water, and two diaper changes later, Broccolia started crying once again. Nothing could calm her, not even an old Namekian lullaby Asari remembered being sung to her.

“I’ve done everything,” she said to Broccolia. “I don’t know what you want or where you even came from.”

When Broccolia began to chew on everything she came across, Asari almost had it. The conflicting personalities of her former group raved nonstop in her mind. It was one of the drawbacks of the multiple individual fusion.

“You should have followed your gut and gotten rid of that monster once and for all,” Muri’s voice criticized her in her mind.

“If she can discipline the baby as she grows up, then perhaps it could be beneficial to this planet,” countered Nantai.

“Beneficial?!” cried Lug. “That thing nearly destroyed us!”

“That baby may be an alien, but she is still a living thing,” said Nantai. “Killing her in her innocent form would be against our ethics.”

Muri’s voice tinged with anger. “So you’re saying we should let that thing run loose and take the risk of our race being wiped out further?!”

“Not in the slightest,” Nantai replied. “We should always give other beings a chance to prove themselves. Just look how strong she is. Eliminating her would be a wasted opportunity.”

“You’re a wasted opportunity,” scoffed Muri.

“I need to focus!” Asari seethed, her voice overriding the other voices in her head.

One last Namekian spoke. “Indeed. It is up to Asari to decide what’s best,” Kuji finished.

Her head went silent and Asari sighed in relief.

 Soon, the Namekian noticed Broccolia’s mouth watering, her skin getting paler and thinner each day. Asari could sense the baby was getting weaker each day. What was so different about her?

 Then, it came to her. She obviously needed food! It was clear Broccolia was not a Namekian…she needed to eat constantly, perhaps even more than a regular human infant. Asari scooped up the infant and carried her outside. They wondered for a while until reaching another garden. It was past the garden with the aesthetic blue plants. Here, real food was grown by a few Earthling farmers who were friendly with the Namekians.

Broccolia’s eyes grew wide as saucers as she spotted carrots, lettuce, tomatoes, and other grown food in front of her.

After a friendly exchange with the Earthling farmer, a fat man with a cowboy hat and black hair, Broccolia got to enjoy the vegetables…perhaps a little too much.

When a fourth of the crops had been eaten, the farmer didn’t hesitate to aim his shotgun at the flying infant.

“Monkey baby!” Asari called, not having a name for the Saiyan yet. “Come back here at once. Dinner’s over.”

But the Saiyan would not listen. She let out giggles and babbles as she dodged Asari’s grabs and ki attacks.

“You need to keep that thing under control!” warned the farmer to Asari. “I might be done having business with you.”

“It was Kuji’s idea, not mine,” said Asari.

“Grr, that’s it!” shouted the farmer. He fired his gun at Broccolia, but the bullets bounced off her harmlessly.

“What is that thing?!” he shouted, before fleeing the scene.

Asari finally grabbed hold of Broccolia, knocking her out with a karate chop to the neck. She carried her pack to the hut. Once they got back, Broccolia was awake. She didn’t cry though. In fact, she nestled calmly in the Namekian’s arms.

“Maybe I can get through with this after all,” Asari thought.

  As Broccolia grew up, she learned how to hunt for herself, how to fly and use her powers, and how to defend herself. She also was able to talk. At one point, she remembered what her name was after eating some delicious cooked broccoli.

“Broccolia! I think that’s my name!” she exclaimed to Asari as they sat outside. She was eating vegetables, while Asari contently drank water.

“I do wish calling you Lyra at times,” Asari muttered to herself.

“Not my name!” said Broccolia with a laugh.

Asari took a good look at the young warrior, in her blue robe and loose battle pants. (She had refused to wear a hijab.)

“You’re a Saiyan, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I knew there was something special about me! How did you know?”

“I was talking to Kami-sama the other day and then I decided to ask several Earthlings. They explained that Saiyans were powerful warriors from another world. As for me, my people, the Namekians, are also from another world, but yet here we both are, living on Earth. It sure is amazing how so many diverse cultures have decided to settle on this one planet.”

DBZ/DBS Namekian List

Good Namekians

 Dende (child from Moori’s village, later appointed Guardian of Earth)

Esca (child in Moori’s village)

Cargo (child in Moori’s village)

Grand Elder Guru

Kami (Nameless Namekian)

Katas (Parent of the Nameless Namekian)

Moori (elder of a village, later appointed Grand Elder)

Nail (son and bodyguard of Guru until fused with Piccolo.)

Piccolo

Tanissh (elder of a village)

Tsuburi (elder of a village)

Tsuno (elder of a village)

104 other children of Guru

  Evil Namekians

 King Piccolo

Lord Slug

Naraku

Bibra (Dark Namekian Elder)

Gamelan (dark general)

Tanta (dark boss)

Vic (dark elder)

 (15 sons of King Piccolo)

Banjo

Bell

Conga

Cymbal

Drum

Harp

Mandolin

Maraca

Marimba

Organ

Piano

Tambourine

Ukelele

Viola

 Other Namekians

Saonel (Universe 6)

Pilina (Universe 6)

Namekian Savior (fusion of Namekian warriors)

Galactic Patrol Namekian

Imai

Mefla

Kagyu

Ukatz

Umiu

Ghiro

Shale

Escart

Lugo

Toomlin

Moolin

Jijee

Mekuji

Mai Mai

Bongo

Ryuto

Scarl

Datsum

Eemai

Uzma

Toronbon

Snei

Cital

Fargo

  Grand total: 62 mentioned plus 104 = 166 + Namekians

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So I finally finished writing my request. I wanted it to be as detailed as I could make it. Can you tell me (once more) what Sebastian would like about me as his s/o and what he would be like if her where my father.My life motto has been, “Learn not to know and care.” I'm really stubborn and I like to have my own way. But other times, when I just don't have the energy to, I just let things slide. Like somethings might get me really angry but i'm just like, “I don't have energy to get mad at you right now. Maybe later on today I will.”. I'm interverted. I hate small talk that has no purpose. I also hate it when people come up to me at ungodly hours in the morning saying good morning in oddly cheery, high pitched voices(or ever greetings me like that at any time of day). I'm not really a morning person. Like most creative people, my productive hours are from 21:00-08:00 in a straight day. If I had to wake up early it would take me several hours just to be productive.  I'm not much of a lady (if not at all) but I'm more reserved than this day’s generation. I can't really connect with people my own age and i don't feel comfortable around those younger than me. Contrary when it comes to those older than me. I love to be informed about life and deep debates/discussions/conversations/.My whole life revolves around these things, writing, gel ink ballpoint 0.7mm pens, bass guitars, camera angles, anime and manga. My favourite subject is History and I'm interested in learning Japanese, Latin and German. I absolutely hate learn Spanish, Science, and Math. Not being very photogenic I hate pictures of my self or taking pictures of people. I enjoy landscapes and scenery. My favourite time of the day is twilight or sunset to dusk. Its really a magical and mistical look especially in the city skyline. I love candlelit dinners and fancy food. I'm a hopeless romantic and I love to write and read about it too.You can do this when ever your ready. Thank you!

Ps. I'm also very obsessive, aggressive, and clingy when I can be. I also love rainy days and tea (lady grey, orange passion fruit jasmine, peach, earl grey)

I like eating a lot and I'm overweight because of that. I'm afraid if kitchens in the dark because of a past traumatic experience I had when I was too young to remember. I'm actually religious but I still curse...a lot. I hate it when people tell me what to do and I like being in control of my life yet submissive to my partner. I get called the traditional and aggressive wife by my pears. I like doing this the old school way. I also love singing and anything bass(did I mention bass guitars?!) I love too cuddle and act like a cat sometimes so I can get very noisy 

@maelikimichaelis

What Sebastian would like about you as his s/o:

First one HERE

- Sebastian likes how stubborn you are. A lot of humans he comes across are weak-willed and don't know what they want, who they are, and where to go. But you... You will stand your ground when you want to, and you’ll bow and bend when you want to. Everything is on your terms and he loves that. 

- He loves your creativity. He loves how you dislike mornings even though you like dusk. He loves how you’re unladylike yet so polite and reserved. You can’t connect with people your own age and this has never ceased to amaze him, and he enjoys the contrast between the you who’s interacting with younger people and the you who interacts with elder people.

- Sebastian loves watching you lose yourself in a philosophical or intellectually stimulating book or debate. He loves the way your eyes light up and the way your brown hair catches the sun rays, revealing the many different colours in your hair. He also loves watching you lose yourself in a good book or in a good anime.  He feels like he gets to see you caught off guard and around a creature as dangerous as he is, this means more than he could ever tell you.

- So many people diet or restrict their food intake, whereas you eat when you’re hungry and when your body demands it, and he loves that too. So many humans deny themselves of what they want and you don’t. He loves the contradiction in your being religious but swearing and not giving a shit. He loves how you stand your ground when someone tells you what to do.

- He loves how cuddly you are and how much you resemble a cat on those rainy days when it’s just you and Sebastian. He loves how many different teas you enjoy and how many you have still to sample. He loves your singing voice, even if he has to be sneaky in order to hear it. 

- Simply put, he loves you for you and no force on Earth could ever change that.

What Sebastian would be like as your father:

- Just from observing you, Sebastian would know when you don’t want to fight, but he’d also know when you’re desperate for one. He doesn't know much about parenting so he’s pretty lost most of the time, but I think he’d give you whatever you need. If you’re looking for a reason to fight him, he’ll give you one. If you can’t be bothered, he won’t push you and will leave the issue for a later date when you’ve got more pent-up frustration.

- Sebastian would make sure that you’re up early, but no earlier than 8AM because he’s a busy man with many duties (he low-key sees you as a duty too, but you’re his most precious and rewarding duty). He wouldn’t greet you cheerily but would come in silently with a cup of tea and a breakfast tray for you. If you’re younger than thirteen, he’d pick your clothes for you. If you’re fourteen or older, he’ll just tell you to get dressed and seek him out when you’ve completed your morning routine.

- You enjoy and prefer the company of those older than you, something your father can understand well. If you were older than ten, he’d take you with him when he goes to see Undertaker, knowing that you’d appreciate the deep philosophical conversations and the many jokes. He chastises you when you act unladylike but knows that he can’t do much to stop you - the apple never falls far from the tree, as humans say.

- He would take your education into his own hands so that he knows you’re getting a proper education as befitting a Michaelis. History is his very favourite subject as he has experienced it first hand, and he’d also teach you whatever languages you were interested in learning. He’d give you free rein in your education because it’s yours. 

- When you get older, he’d take you on evening walks throughout the gardens in the Estate and show you his own little rose garden, with a section dedicated just to you. This is the section where his most favourite flowers are kept.

- He’d heavily discourage snacks after 6PM, but would oblige if he felt that you were really, genuinely hungry. He’d be mindful of your past traumas and would go himself, bringing the snack to you and then clearing the tray away when it’s bedtime (9 - 10PM, no later because a young lady needs adequate rest).

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[KnB fic] Exorcist AU, cont.

Yep, still working on this fic. Takes place right before Kuroko’s teapot call. Proper posting order, what’s that? XD (C&C is much appreciated, btw)

Season of Spirits Rating: G Part: ?? of ?? (KagaKuro starter is here, tag is here) Characters/Summary: The vague beginning of an explanation for how Kagami ended up working as Kuroko’s spiritual bodyguard. Starring Kagami, and Midorima’s amazing customer service.

Kagami was beginning to wonder if he’d made a mistake.

To tell the truth, he wasn’t even sure what had compelled him to take down the flyer from the pin board at the local supermarket in the first place. “Help Wanted,” even when it was written in the flowing, elegant script of a calligraphy scroll, was a vague posting by anyone’s standards. “Contact Uncommon Essentials for details.”

Except Uncommon Essentials had no contact info. No phone number, no e-mail address, let alone an online presence. All it had was a street number in one of the older districts, but it didn’t even show up on Google.

He was pretty sure the sensible reaction would have been to shake his head at the flyer and move on with his day. Why he had taken it down from the board and kept it with him, he couldn’t say. Why he’d decided to set out in search for a weirdly named shop that somehow managed to elude even the all-seeing eyes of the Internet, he knew even less.

Maybe he could blame it on the fact that this was the first job ad that didn’t come with a waiting list for applications. Or a disapproving secretary that put him on hold as soon as he tripped over his admittedly nonexistent keigo.

He’d felt a small spark of optimism when he finally flagged down some locals who were able to make Uncommon Essentials seem less like a drug-trafficking ring run out of somebody’s basement and more like a legitimate store with a sign out front and a cash register on the counter.

Though it was a little weird that the people who seemed to know where it was were, without exception, gray, bespectacled and hard of hearing, which made him worry he’d somehow picked up a job ad from fifty years ago. At least, they all seemed to swear by “Midorima-sensei’s” shop, which gave Kagami some hope that maybe, the ad was not as shady as all that, and he was about to apply  at a pharmacy or an old-fashioned sundry store.

He had also, from the descriptions, begun to imagine “Midorima-sensei” as rather like his customers – gray, bespectacled, and mostly deaf.

As it had turned out, only one of those things was true.

Uncommon Essentials was neither a pharmacy nor a sundry store. In fact, Kagami couldn’t have guessed what it was, since the whole thing seemed to defy business sense, good taste, and probably several laws of physics besides.

Behind an unassuming dark wood and paper-screens facade, a visitor was immediately railroaded into a maze of rickety shelves, the path forward quickly obscured by the gloom that seemed to be lurking everywhere, spilling out from dead-end corners. All the shelves were packed so tightly with items of no discernible purpose that someone with Kagami’s build had to squeeze sideways through a cornucopia of what could only be described as the most random crap on the planet.

For every somewhat expected earthenware jar with a faded label, daruma doll set, silk flower arrangement, kabuki mask and lacquer fan, there was at least one set of big-eyed UFO catcher dolls (including a bizarrely life-like bright pink llama), several common houseplants (both real and plastic), a miniature slot machine, a giant wooden durian, collapsible umbrellas with cat and dog ears, individually packaged single stockings (the hell?), the whole palette of maiubo flavors, a scale model of the Titanic, at least one shelf stocked entirely with toy frogs, and a stand with creepy animal-headed walking sticks.

Even more surprising than that, though, was that apart from the poor lighting and sheer age of the shop, everything was spotlessly clean, to the point where Kagami felt like he should have taken off his shoes by the entrance.

After half an eternity of trying not to bring the whole maze crashing down with a careless movement, the shelves and chests of drawers gave way to a wider space that looked more like a traditional herb shop, with boxes of tea and pickled ginseng root lining the walls.

At the very back was a high wooden counter piled with boxes and packaging materials. An ancient punch-register stood off to one side, though at this point Kagami was more surprised that this collection of someone’s private weirdness was getting enough customers to warrant one at all.

As if summoned by the ungracious thought, a surprisingly young-looking man emerged from between the cardboard and paper wrapping, cradling a life-size emperor penguin plush.

Before Kagami could open his mouth to say hi and state his business, though, the young man’s look of put-upon disgruntlement morphed into the kind of glare that nobody gave to anybody unless they were hoping to start a fistfight.

“I’m not sure how you got past the wards,” he said stiffly, pushing his glasses up his nose with a practiced flourish of disdain, “But this place is not for your kind, as should be perfectly obvious.”

Getting bounced around between two different cultures had taught Kagami to ignore a lot, from the dumb white kids who thought repeating their uncle’s 1950s-era slurs made them cool, to the stiff-necked teachers in his last two years of Japanese high school who had him pegged as a troublemaker from day one and insisted on making jabs at his American upbringing.

But this was the first time in his life that he found himself being referred to like a pest control problem, and he felt completely justified in shooting this job opportunity into the wind.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

The asshole had the nerve to blink, as if Kagami being rude right back was just that much of a surprise.

“You…” He squinted a few times, shook his head as if to clear it, and muttered, “Hmm. How odd… It seems I was mistaken.”

And just in case Kagami had any illusions about maybe getting an apology, or at least a modicum of courtesy, the asshole added, “Still, I would appreciate it if you could vacate the premises as swiftly as possible. Your presence is rather upsetting to this shop.”

Somehow, Kagami stopped himself from balling his hands into fists. “Are you for real?!”

The asshole blinked again, like everything coming out of Kagami’s mouth was somehow a revelation. “Oh. Hm. It would seem you’re unaware… that’s strange. As should be perfectly obvious.”

Yeah, no. Screw this job, Kagami decided, marched up to the counter, and slapped the flyer down in the only free spot, which just happened to matched the paper size exactly. “Oh yeah? Well, if it’s so weird for me to be here, maybe don’t go posting vague crap where anyone can see it.”

The asshole frowned. “You’re here about the––?”

“Yeah, no, don’t bother. I quit. Have a nice fucking day–“

“You cannot quit a job you haven’t even been hired for, as should be perfectly obvious,” the asshole said, surly once again. “And besides, I’m not the one you want to tell that to, ridiculous as it is.”

“The hell is your–!”

“Here.” The asshole slid a piece of precisely folded paper across the counter. “You may discuss your grief about the hiring process with them.”

Kagami wasn’t sure why he took the paper instead of telling the pompous bastard to fuck himself in the most vulgar street slang in two languages. Perhaps it was the sheer weirdness of the whole situation, some kind of morbid curiosity on this part.

Maybe it was just that he felt he’d already wasted so much time, he at least wanted to tell off the person responsible for gating themselves behind obscure shops and insufferable bastards who spoke fifty percent cryptic bullshit.

He didn’t think it had much of anything to do with the little tug he felt when he unfolded the paper to reveal a set of directions in the same flowing style as the job ad.

“Now then, if that is all, kindly be on your way, please. I have actual business to attend to,” the asshole said, and turned away just in time to miss the rude gesture Kagami directed his way.

Whatever the job was, he had the distinct feeling he wasn’t going to be paid enough to put up with any of this.

[arastiia]

REALLY, REALLY LONG  CHARACTER  SURVEY. RULES.  repost ,   don’t  reblog  !    tag  10  !  good  luck  !

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BASICS.

FULL  NAME:  Satsuki Kiryuin. NICKNAME: Sats, sis, nee-san  (Ryuko); Satsuki-chan (Jakuzure) -- mostly post-KLK.  AGE: 18; turns 19 shortly after Ragyo’s death. BIRTHDAY: September 9th. ETHNIC  GROUP: Asian. NATIONALITY: Japanese. LANGUAGE / S: Japanese, English. SEXUAL  ORIENTATION: (prob.) asexual. ROMANTIC  ORIENTATION: biromantic. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: complex. CLASS: High; the Kiryuins belong to the richest & wealthiest families ever known.  HOME TOWN / AREA: Honnouji; later on Kanagawa. CURRENT  HOME: Kiryuin Mansion. PROFESSION: Honnouji Academy Student Council President, Heiress to the Kiryuin Empire; new CEO of rebuilt REVOCs (post-KLK)

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: varies; black. Used to be extremely long (110 cm); short / shoulder-long (post-KLK) EYES: color varies, depending on incidence of light. Dark blue most part of the time, sometimes gray. Satsuki possesses narrow eyes which are framed by very distinct eyebrows. One of the few physical features she definitely shares with her mother. NOSE: Pointed.  FACE: angular, defined jaw & keen contours.  LIPS: rather thin. Perpetually frowning. COMPLEXION: Pale. Almost white when compared to her sister’s skin. BLEMISHES:  if examined close enough one will spot a petite patch of burnt skin on her back right between both shoulder blades (set on her spine). Hinting at the spot where life fibers made first contact during exerted experiments (in her youth). Mere ‘touch’ burnt the child’s skin, rendering her unfit  for further tests. Said piece of skin was later on cut open before both parents eventually realized that aforsaid life fibers could not make contact with her neural system (connection error). Satsuki’s right hallux nail has furthermore been replaced with a custom made steel implement.

SCARS: minor cut (almost bleached out/barely visible) right beneath her left cheekbone. Moreover three insection scars on left brachium, long cut / scar on right side of her neck (knife wound which she often covers with high collars / hair) -- post-KLK. TATTOOS: None. HEIGHT: 164 cm (172 cm with heels). WEIGHT: around 58 kg. BUILD: Slender in shape; defined muscle in arms, back & stomach. Long legs, broad hips + shoulders. FEATURES: sharp & stoic. ALLERGIES: None. USUAL  HAIR  STYLE: hair is kept extremely straight & tidy; both bangs & hair-ends cut in a perfectly horizontal manner. This changes as soon as she shortens her hair. Despite keeping her style 'neat’ still, it often stays more loose & a bit ‘wilder’. USUAL  FACE  LOOK: rather apathetic, devoid of emotion yet undeniably calm at the same time. Brows oft furrowed, eyes steely. USUAL  CLOTHING: various uniforms. Colors of choice are white & blue. Later perhaps even black -- Albeit having been a part of the fashion industry for quite some time already, Satsuki owns no sense for trends at all. This leads to her being prone to dress very formal; rather simple & plain. Items like long blouses & skirts are her favorites; she hardly will wear flat shoes & truly prefers heels (8cm) -- It is also known Satsuki sticks to more loose & unrevealing clothing when being able to choose. 

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S: Failure, losing those considered as family, being devoured by Junketsu & (post-KLK) becoming just like her mother. ASPIRATION / S: Killing Ragyo Kiryuin thus stopping her from gaining world domination; revenge for her dead father & baby sister (pre-episode 18) -- later on, protecting Ryuko & redemption become her driving force. After fulfilling this aim (thus losing her purpose), the rebuilding of REVOCs & the idea of helping those once hurt becomes the distraction she direly needs. POSITIVE  TRAITS: Ambition, sheer endless willpower, diligence, intellect, passion, rationality / ability to think out of the box, dedication & will to protect her ‘family’.  NEGATIVE  TRAITS: manipulator, can have an ill-temper when losing control, hardly shows any empathy, can be seen as taciturn, apathetic,cruel & cold. Lacks the will to open up, tends to isolate herself, arrogant. Cannot see herself being human (’an experiment’,etc). MBTI: INTJ. ZODIAC: Virgo. TEMPEREMENT: Choleric. SOUL  TYPE / S: Leader, Thinker. ANIMALS:  Owl. VICE  HABIT / S:  manipulating / torturing others & donning Junketsu thus wrecking own body in the process. FAITH: Satsuki considers herself an atheist. GHOSTS?: No. AFTERLIFE?: in a way,yes. REINCARNATION?: No. ALIENS?: obviously.  ECONOMIC  PREFERENCE: Satsuki owns a high position / plenty of wealth; she does,however prefer a rather humble & minimalistic life style. SOCIOPOLITICAL  POSITION: CEO; business woman. EDUCATION  LEVEL: basic school education + advanced education in several specific fields, excellent business skills.

FAMILY.

FATHER: Soichiro Kiryuin (deceased). MOTHER: Ragyo Kiryuin (deceased). SIBLINGS: Ryuko Matoi (alive). EXTENDED  FAMILY: Nui Harime (’artificial’ second sister.), Devas. NAME  MEANING / S:  To offer a more indepth analysis; the name Satsuki can be translated into ‘moon’; thus refering to most symbolic traits the moon possesses. White & blue are her main colors, water & air her main elements. She is an introvert; reserved & the calm force opposing her sister Ryuko (the sun). Satsuki can also (symbolically speaking) refer to the satsuki azalea: a certain type of bonzai which is famous for its beauty & sturdiness when groomed with enough finesse & dedication.

‘Kiryuin’ roughly means  "imperial house” (refering to her general family & the mere might it possesses) &  “empress, emperor". It is also important to note that the word ‘dragon’ can be found in there too (when analysing the kanji) -- given Satsuki’s role during KLK & the dragon symbolism found in both Junketsu’s activated form & the transformation scene itself, the meaning of said finding can be considered as rather self-explanatory.

HISTORICAL  CONNECTION?: n/A.

FAVORITES.

BOOK: heavy content appealing to her level of intellect. Prose / poetry & various rather philosophical works oft interest her too. It nonetheless depends on her mood. Classic drama / tragedy can be relaxing in her pov aswell. 5 SONGS: Classical music in general; Jakuzure’s  pieces are a blessing in her pov. DEITY: Athena. HOLIDAY: probably Christmas; Satsuki invests a lot of time & effort into preparing meals / gifts for Ryuko & her devas. She loves spending time with those she cherishes & surely takes a liking in the familiar atmosphere it entails. This only applies to post-KLK scenarios. Holidays hardly mattered to her while mother was still alive. MONTH: no specific one.  SEASON: Perhaps autumn. PLACE: despite liking to be among Ryuko & her devas in general, Satsuki oftentimes strives for isolation -- in this case own apartment appears to be the safest choice.  WEATHER: Rain soothes her.  SOUND: Clashing steel, falling rain, soft melody of a piano or quiet pieces of classical music played in the background; to name a few. Kiryuin does nonetheless cherish silence / a certain tranquility above most other things. SCENT / S: brewed tea. old books, freshly washed/ironed clothing, to name a few. TASTE / S: Anything bitter. FEEL / S: nothing specific. Then again Satsuki surely favors the feeling of being in total control & undeniable security. Gentleness is high on her list too for several reasons. ANIMAL / S: majestic creatures with highly symbolic value. She bases her favorites on certain situations or rational choice / value more often than not. NUMBER: no specific one. COLOURS: several shades of blue.

EXTRA.

TALENTS: great leader/motivator, extraordinarily good at rhetoric, manipulation, master in swordmanship / dual swordmanship, several martial arts, master of self-control, good listener/advisor, quick learner, etc. BAD  AT: acknowledging/dealing with own trauma, keeping (platonic) relationships alive, opening up / talking about herself, being ‘human’, coping (post-KLK), sarcasm & humor, picking the right clothes. TURN  ONS: she would rather avoid thinking about something like that at the moment.  TURN  OFFS: ^^^^ HOBBIES: reading & several other rather artistic occupations, sparring (kendo,etc), simply enjoying a cup of tea. She does not frequent hobbies as such given her occupation -- reading is thus perhaps the only activity she can uphold. Other than that she also enjoys being in her sister’s company / doing casual ‘stuff’ alongside Jakuzure.  AESTHETIC  TAGS: strategy, tea, Victorian Age, literature, books, conquer, katanas, control, poetry, classical music.

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1: If  you  could  write  your  character  your  way  in  their  own movie , what  would  it  be called, what  style  would  it  be filmed  in,  and  what  would  it  be  about ? — I would love to learn more about Satsuki’s childhood as such; about her life during these years, her education, the role she played in later years. How exactly did she conquer Honnouji, how did Ragyo’s & her interactions work out (not necessarily the ‘abuse part’ but more their dialogues, Ragyo’s influence on her earlier childhood,etc), how did the devas influence her life? How did she interact with them? How big was Jakuzure’s impact? How did they develop Honnouji Academy as such? -- to be honest there is a lot I wish to know. Perhaps also more about her mentality. About her redemption post-KLK, yada yada.

I have no specific name in mind but its title would probably be minimalistic. As for the style? I am not really thinking about a movie / documentation but more of a novel, I suppose.

Q2 : What  would  their  soundtrack / score  sound  like? — Heavy & militant pieces which feature a lot of power but also ‘softer’ piano compositions that are rather melancholic. Satsuki would def need some female singers in there too. Maybe also tracks featuring the ‘Aurora’ or ‘Cry no More’ vibe. Songs that seem to start rather atypically but evolve into VERY powerful songs carried by a certain celestical tune. It really depends on the context.The majority of her score would consist out of very strong songs with a bit of fragility / melancholy mixed in here & there. Q3: Why  did  you  start  writing  this  character? —  Satsuki is complex. A masterpiece in terms of character writing. She is certainly one of the richest characters I know & I love the amount of layers her character has. Writing her proves a challenge -- her dialogue is composed, every word often meaning much more than one might believe; also her psyche. Her drive. Her general story. I am simply drawn to antagonistic, manipulative heroes with surprisingly soft hearts & a terribly tragic backgroundstory who do awful things for the sake of serving a noble call. It gives me life TBH. Q4: What  first  attracted  you  to  this  character? — her power. & perhaps her design. The way she walked down the stairs in this undeniably majestic way? The way she held her first speech? I was sold.  Q5: Describe  the  biggest  thing  you  dislike  about  your  muse. — her manipulative streak. How she treats her devas in the first half of the show. Even if I understand why she had to do this / why she performed the deeds she did; it hurts me everytime.  Q6: What  do  you  have  in  common  with  your  muse? — we are both manipulators. We are both hella introvert & driven. I cut my hair short kinda like Satsuki did too; I lowkey love running around in heels all day aswell. Other than that? Not that much.  Q7: How  does  your  muse  feel  about  you? — hmmm. I am positive that she likes me.  Q8: What  characters  does  your  muse  have  interesting  interactions  with? — A lot of characters actually. I love seeing her interact with her devas (Jakuzure, Sanageyama, Gamagori & Inumuta) & ofc also Ryuko. My plots with Ragyo are very painful but feature an unique dynamic that truly strikes me. Then again, I usually only write with roleplayers whom muses could be considered as interesting to interact with.  Q9 : What  gives  you  inspiration  to  write  your  muse? — To be frank, I rarely really need inspiration? I sometimes rely on my experience drawn from similar characters which I wrote before (Kuvira most part of the time.) but other than that? Music, I guess. -- I also gain most of my motivation from writing down potential hc topics & discussing them with the squad. Q10: How  long  did  this  take  you  to  complete? — Sorta long. I rambled a lot + rewrote stuff around a thousand times tbh.