#i was looking up a translation just to make sure i was remembering it correctly and then i said screw it and went to sefaria

[shalom-iamcominghome]

One thing that does mildly annoy me is looking up explicitly jewish queries and the only results are like "KING JAMES BIBLE" "Conference of Catholics"

And then you'll try optimizing your search with "jewish" or "judaism" and it's a 50/50 shot as to if a jewish source will pop up 😭😭😭

[gay-dorito-dust]

Здравствуйте, могу ли я спросить Джияна из Wuthering Waves с читателем, который поцеловал Джияна в щеку, не предупредив его о помаде на ее губах, из-за чего он весь день ходил со следом губ около своей чешуи, что очень смутило солдат.

Translated (through google so inform me of mistranslations) Hello, can I ask Jiyan from Wuthering Waves with a reader who kissed Jiyan on the cheek without warning him about the lipstick on her lips, which is why he walked all day with a trace of his lips near his scales, which embarrassed the soldier very much.

Jiyan didn’t think much when you kissed his cheek, it had become a tradition of yours to kiss the area near his scales before letting him leave the house in general, and it was a tradition that Jiyan would gladly participate if it meant seeing you happy.

‘Be safe and don’t come back hurt.’ You’d tell him as you pressed a kiss to his scales, pulling away to show your concerned eyes.

‘I’ll try my best my beloved.’ Jiyan replied, kissing your forehead in an act of comfort as his hands soothingly rubbed up and down your arms.

‘And your best is more than enough.’ You said softly as you waved him goodbye and just as the door shuts, you were quick to realise the imprint of your lips on his blue scales on his cheek, but it was far too late to say anything to Jiyan about it and so you were to leave it up to fate to decide whether he should be aware of this little…predicament of his.

And it didn’t take long for fate to make its decision as soon as the soldiers under Jiyan’s command had noticed the kiss mark upon his cheek, a kiss mark that their general failed to be aware of its existence to their knowledge. It was odd and little out of place upon their general, and caused several to do double takes to make sure they were seeing things correctly, but it was a sweet gesture to know that there was someone taking care of their general and blessing him with affection and love.

However someone had to be brave enough and admit that they’ve seen it for the sake of their general.

‘Sir.’ A soldier spoke up after being pushed towards the general by his fellow comrades.

‘Yes.’ Jiyan replied shortly, looking over at the solider, expecting something serious has come up from the front lines. ‘Anything I can help with soldier?’

‘Are you aware there is a kiss mark upon your cheek?’ The soldier spat out as fast as he could, making everyone stop what they were doing to look to see the aforementioned kiss mark that was glaringly obvious, so obvious that even the huddles of soldiers that were standing the furtherest away form the general. Jiyan stiffened and narrowed his gaze at the poor soldier. ‘Excuse me? A kiss mark on my cheek? This ain’t the times to play jokes soldier there-‘

‘General…’ another soldier said as they held up a reflective surface to him and Jiyan caught a glimpse of his reflection, his eyes quick to hone in on the glaring ruby red kiss mark clash against his blue scales as he sighed. This was…not the day he had planned to have at all, but fate was a mysterious thing that was never meant to be understood, not even by the smartest and brilliant of minds.

‘Thank you solider but if you excuse me.’ And with that Jiyan walked to a lesser populated area of the facility and reached up to touch his cheek that was now burning up in embarrassment. Why didn’t you say anything? He wonders but then another thought came to mind and maybe you yourself weren’t aware of what you had done until the last minute, though still you should’ve at least said something because now who else knows about the kiss mark and let him go on his way regardless.

He didn’t feel ashamed of it, not at all as it was prove of your love and affection for him, but still someone could’ve at least made him aware anyways so he didn’t come across as a fool of sorts! Now he has to try and get rid of it while he could before the next meeting as his mind remembered all the knowing looks he got as he passed by a plethora of people, all of whom had seem the kiss mark upon his cheek and still went on with their day knowing their general had someone to come home to every day; and a very special someone indeed but he wasn’t one to brag about his beloved when in his current position for it was rather dangerous.

However that didn’t mean he’ll be having some few choice words with you about this when he gets home.

[alicerosejensen]

Infinite darkness Leon with a calm soft reader,he found her awake looking behind the glasses in Early in the morning remember the past,so he wants to Leave these thoughts from her behind and go back to sleep(their already in fourteen, like sugar mommy and daddy;)...)

Warning: fluff, soft reader, hint of sugar daddy (Barely a hint) , the reader's traumatic past; Poor eyesight, reader wears glasses.

Note: I hope I translated the request correctly. In general, it is surprising that I write fluff and not Hurt.

Sunlight through the soft curtains penetrated in thin beams of weak light into the bedroom. It was a time when he was not touched during the vacation. With Leon's work, you can never be sure that he will not be called at any moment to be sent on another mission, but so far everything was calm Leon just rented a house by the lake for a week and took you with him to enjoy peace and quiet. He even likes this life, almost remote from the bustle of the city, in a small cozy house, when the neighbors do not make noise in the evening and he can just sit with you on the couch embracing watching some program or movie while your head lies on his chest.

He had a sweet night full of tenderness, love and wet kisses with passionate confessions of devotion. Leon left traces of his love on you when he grabbed your waist slowly and deeply moving inside you, giving pleasure, finding the perfect contrast to make you feel good with him. He whispered and promised to give you everything you deserve and you knew that he would rather die than break his promises.

His sweet beloved angel... You were sleeping and Leon was just picking through your strands for a long time and kissing your back while you were sleeping on your stomach quite a light sleep. He just knew that you two needed to leave for a while. In the end, Leon thought a change of scenery would be a good cure for unpleasant memories of the past.

However, what he didn't expect was that if he woke up too early, he wouldn't find your body next to him in bed. Usually he always hugged you tightly, this made the joint sleep quite deep, helping to relax, and it was not easy to break out of his grip. Although, it would be more correct to say that it was impossible to escape from the captivity of Leon S. Kennedy without forcing him to wake up, but somehow you managed it.

The wristwatch that was lying on the bedside table showed Leon only five in the morning. He casually threw them back looking around the room in search of you, noticing one small detail - the clothes he took off from you in the evening also disappeared somewhere. However, it is unlikely that you could have gone far.

"Sweetheart?" Leon called loudly, putting on boxers and pants to go downstairs.

Fortunately, the anxiety disappeared as soon as you appeared in his field of vision, sitting in an armchair in panties, one T-shirt and your glasses, which you wore only when you sat down to work. Leon's hands slid over your shoulders making you jump in surprise

"Oh, it's you…" you sighed with relief when you got comfortable in the armchair that you turned to the window to look at the sunrise over the lake. The view was really beautiful. "I was already hoping that I could lull the vigilance of Super Agent Kennedy"

Leon grinned, but his smile faded when he noticed that the trip didn't make you feel any better. The mood remained the same melancholic and even last night could not fix the situation in any way. He took you for a walk in the woods, watched some meaningless movie on this old TV, had great sex with you, but you were still not with him. Somewhere out there alone with myself.

Leon walked around the armchair, standing right in front of you and slowly pulled the glasses off your face. You stared at him with surprised eyes when his silhouette became slightly blurred due to poor eyesight, but before protesting, his hands grabbed your face when he bent down to kiss you with a demanding kiss not devoid of tenderness and passion.

"You'll have to train for a long time for that, sunshine." He merrily remarked, interrupting the kiss, but continuing to squeeze your cheeks in his palms, stroking them with his thumb, while his forehead was pressed against yours. "We didn't come here to get up so early."

"I know…" you gasped, pulling away from him, immediately shuddering from the cool air, from which your skin is covered with goosebumps. "I just can't forget about what happened. I keep running away from the past, and when I think it's all over, it's over… finds me again"

"I'm sorry I'm ruining your vacation," you drawled in frustration, looking at the notebook on the table with which you came here with him.

"Don't say that!" Leon objected and you are touched by him and the care and tenderness with which he treats you when he takes you by the hand and pulls you towards him, forcing you to get up from the armchair.

"Listen, it's very nice and quiet here. No one but the two of us and possibly annoying birds that sing incessantly. You're safe here with me, and believe me, I won't let anything or anyone disturb our peace. We deserve it. And when we get home, we will solve everything that worries us. I brought you here to distract you and calm down and not worry even more."

That was Leon's whole point. Your Leon. Pressing you to his chest while his hands stroke your back and his lips gently kiss your temple. This person is ready to be your saving beacon for the rest of his life, and no matter how selfish it was, but you really liked the idea that you could entrust your worries to him and he would do everything to heal your wounds. It seems that the world does not deserve this man, but he is there and he is yours. The warmth of his hands was like the embrace of a July paradise in which you settled forever and it seems only for you there was a place.

Your heart began to beat in its natural calm rhythm when Leon literally covered you with his body, burying his nose in the top of his head, kissing her.

"Come on! Let's go back to bed and continue our sleep and then… and then we'll decide along the way and we won't get ahead of ourselves even"

Leon does everything for your endless happiness, which makes it seem to you that in this house the two of you could stay together for a thousand years, no one would find you. Not his job, not your traumatic past. And let this thousand years last only a week, it will remain in your memory forever as one of their most precious memories when Leon grabs you in his arms in a wedding style to go back to bed and you cuddle up to him sweetly wrapping your bodies in a warm blanket feeling how he hugs you to him.

Because he loves and will love for a very long long time…

[sillyyuserr]

Chapter 117 analysis (WE’RE SO BACK) obviously spoilers for chapter 117 and chapter 114

i cooked with this one trust

Everyones looking for them yadayadayada terukane

Yk im pretty sure this is meant to be lore heavy but LOOK AT THEM

I don’t know how to word this correctly but since chapter 115/116 between akane and teru there seems to have been something that happened in which they stopped being freaky?? 😭 like ykwim hold on

in chapter 114 this happened

completely ruined almost everything they had, but in the span of a few days, shit still going on, they havent had their deserved break yet like they got on chapter 96-97 and somehow in the midst of all this teru’s forgiven(?) him and just moved on?? Really not sure but based on what we know ab the red house the next chapter may answer some of our questions

Also, this is so little i didn’t see it the first time reading but teru goes to the drink machine thing to get one and mixes like 4 of the sodas,

takes one sip decides its shit and switches with akane’s already half drunken out of tea. Indirect kiss guys wait

Also this is JUST like the date they all went on when aoi was gone. Again, aoi is gone here too 😭 my girl getting left out of everything is acc crazy

She comes in later tho and finally gets caught up for the first time in forever MAN aidairo must hate her😭

But also

We find out mitsuba and kou are going there TOO so for the first time i think ever we have the whole gang in one spot 🤥 alot of firsts this chapter smh

ALSO an honorable mention to this i saved best for last

Sir stay away from my children

ok but fr i have no fucking clue what to say ab this cus this is either ‘teehee im right ur wrong!!~~♡’ type shit which he does alot, or genuinely like what we all think it is, which considering outside context may, in fact make it make sense trust let me explain

teru says shit like this ALL THE TIME its kind of his ACTUAL personality aside from his fake shit, like the way he is only around akane and sometimes kou (at least what we’re shown) so you’d think he’s used to this, but his initial reaction is more of a ‘um. what.’

ALSO— backround MATTERS, the backround in this one, is pure black, which is only shown during stuff LIKE THIS (important stuff) example:

Black background either means its dark, or its something important, something meant to be remembered, or something like that (probably)

and that panel had a BLACK BACKROUND

Why is this important you may be asking, it has a black backround— so it must be, right? If this was a silly little ‘teehee you can’t do this im better than youuu!!!~~♡’ then it probably wouldnt even have a half panel it’d be another one of the mini panels, but it not only had a whole panel for just this, a black background ;blocking LITERALLY EVERYTHING OUT ASIDE FROM THIS AND WHAT HE’S SAID, but also, pay attention the contents of what he said.

(a different translation, this one is easier to read)

‘you are not in any position to oppose me, are you, aoi? ♡’ could mean, A LOT OF THINGS so i’ll put them in a bulletin here because any of them make for an interesting path we may be taking on ‘this’ reality😭😓

Number 1: he could be impliying, and or reminding akane, that he’s still engaged to aoi, and that if akane still thinks they shouldnt change this reality, he should reconsider, CONSIDERING he is engaged to aoi, as aforementioned. (Most likely this one)

Number 2: the power dynamic, yes akane is a school mystery with the ability to control time itself but also, teru is an exorcist, a skilled one at that— and could probably easily overpower akane in a 1v1 (lowk hyped to see this happen pls let them fight) teru may be poking fun, or reminding akane, that teru is in fact powerful, more than he seems to keep fresh on his mind — them having SO MUCH to do

Number 3: maybe instead he just felt like teasing akane and i wasted time+space for nothing and was looking way too into it (this is supposed to be the terukane option😪)

Never once has he used this before??? Obviously you cant talk in symbols but the heart kind of implies the user of this symbol is talking in a playful/slightly flirtatious tone, hence, the reaction:

Okay okay point is i think teru is still madly in love with him

WAAAHHHH just look at him pooks who else does he do this with smhh 😓 NO ONE

which i think may be PARTIALLY true but also not entirely because mayb im just a tweaker

Me when i when i ehen you whrn you when

This may make no sense at all, or alot of sense man idk its 3:12am i go back to school in like 2 weeks i am not ready for sophomore year gn

terukane will be real one day trust🤍🤍

[luvly-writer]

XOXO 💋

Ch. 2: She is as beautiful as she is poisonous

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Tim Drake x reader

Fic + Social Media Au

Warnings: Blackmail, she’s a bitch a first, get to know her

Series: Ongoing

Author’s note: Enjoy! Feel free to leave feedback! It is always appreciated <3

Taglist: Let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist!

Masterlist:

How difficult Christmas time must be for all of those on the Upper East Side?

"Honestly, Tini, what do you get a woman who practically owns everything? I swear I have no idea what to get my mother for Christmas!" Y/n spoke on the phone as she carried quite a few bags in her arms. Dior, Channel, Yves Saint Laurent, if it's expensive and you can name it, it's there. "And to be even more honestly, I regret going Christmas shopping the same day Bartie is doing groceries. Seriously, I should learn to coordinate with my butler better, balancing all of this is getting preeetty difficult" she complained as she rearranged her bags again. "I didn't take the limo because I wanted some fresh air, you know how I get when it gets too stuffy" she laughed as she began to search for her purse. Because of so, she wasn't able to see the tired young man walking directly towards her. "It's silly, I know but- HEY!" and down she went with all her bags.

Tim had had a rough day. Between waking up to Dick and Jason singing Baby its cold Outside highly off-key just to piss off Bruce for making them patrol on one of the coldest nights of the year without their thermal suits; his secretary forgetting to send him a copy of the agenda for today's meeting causing him to practically have to improvise most of his points; Damian appearing on his office and refusing to leave his chair trying to establish dominance for "his future empire" to which if Tim had a say, he would absolutely not get if he kept on acting like this; and finally, with Steph who insisted they went Christmas shopping today only to ditch him and leave him stranded in the middle of the street with all of their presents with the excuse of having to repaint her closet which only translates to "I'm getting your present so bye bye". He was completely exhausted and the stitches on his shoulder were getting more painful by the hour with the cold. He had decided to get some coffee at a cafe down by Wellington Street and had been too caught on his thoughts to see where he was going.

//THUD//

"Hey!"

Tim's and Y/n's bags, both shopping and personal, simultaneously fell, getting mixed up in the way. Both reached down to catch their stuff as fast as they could.

"Sorry, I was-"

" not paying attention, yes I figured. S, I'll call you later, I have a little situation here. "

Tim was taken aback by the attitude he received from this random stranger...this totally absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous stranger who just so happens to not be a stranger at all. If all of his years being lectured about the hierarchy of the Upper East Side had served correctly, he was standing in front of one of the heiress of the city, Y/n Vanderbilt and she was the most dazzling woman he had ever seen...and just as bothered as she was gorgeous.

"Yeah" he said breathlessly, "that" Could he sound any dumber.

"Yes, That. Ugh! The ONE time I get out without Bartie and this happens. How many of these are yours?" said Y/n without looking up. She hadn't recognized him yet and he wasn't sure how to feel about that. Finally, their eyes met and she raised her delicate eyebrow at him and he swore his heart stopped for a second. "Have we met before?" she asked after taking a good look at him. He sure was handsome as hell. Pale skin, dark hair which was a little bit messy but it suited him, sharp suit and even sharper blue eyes who she swore she had seen before.

"Timothy, Timothy Drake Wayne" he replyed cooly.

"Hmm, a Wayne adoptee and a Drake socialite, Gotham Academy?"

"Yes, but I-"

"-Dropped out, yes. Yes, you did, I remember reading the news. Dropped out to become the CEO of Wayne Enterprises."

"Funny" he laughs out getting up after making sure that all of his stuff was there and then looking up at her. "Can't recognize me but seems to know all my business, miss Vanderbilt." he said snarkly.

"Important enough to know, yet simultaneously not enough to get to actually know" she said with a wolfish smile. Touche.

Y/n checked all her bags and smiled to herself. "Well then, mister Drake Wayne, lovely to meet you. Watch your step next time." She said as she looked at him dead in the eye. "Have a nice day, Timothy."

And she walked away, leaving him dumbfounded watching her go.

"Tim Tim Tim! You will not believe the boots i just got! They are sooooo comfortable and warm for night patrol. My toes were freezing last night....Tim? Hey, what's wrong? You have a dazed look in your eyes?

"I think I just met the love of my life...and shes kind of a bitch." said Tim, making Stephanie laugh and link her arms with his.

"Let's go hide these and you can tell me all about the supposed love of your life."

-•-

Y/n paced around her room trying to see where she would hide her presents. Shopping had helped distract her mind from the matter that had been plaguing her mind these last few days. Most of the bags had been cleared by now and she only had three left. As she cleared her final bag, she noticed something strange. Two files. She takes them out curious to see what these are. "Can't be part of my gifts...hmm...let's see"

She opens the first one and sees it is directed to Red Robin?

"What...?" she whispered to herself. "Ivy's exploits on the newest power plant close to Gotham Central Park make a solid case worth observation. Following up on her latest attacks with the reports of Red Hood and Black Bat, we begin suspecting where her next attack will play out....holy shit" Y/n whispered in amazement. She then looked at the rest of the file. Some red yarn here and there. A mixture of scribbles and computer manuscripts. Folded papers and a lot of red ink.

Then she looked at the next folder, a meeting agenda filled with notes directed to one Tim Drake Wayne..."wait a minute.."

These are directed to the same IP address..with the same handwriting, including the signatures...

"Tim Drake Wayne is Red Robin"Y/n smirked, "I believe I found a solution to my little problem"

Y/N went to get her cellphone quick and marked her driver's number. "Donnie, get the car ready, we have a little visit to make"

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"Where is it?" Tim searched frantically throughout his apartment. In his work bag, there were two very important files. The first being the final agenda of the meeting he had today with all of the notes he took which he needed right now in order to send it back to his secretary. If she wasn't so busy making googly eyes at him, he wouldn't have to waste time on the job and focus on the case. Speaking off, Tim decided to search for that file and found that it was also missing. "Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw, if Bruce doesn't kill me, Batman will for loosing those two things. Where are those fucking THINGS?" If his apartment was a mess before, it was even worse now.

Thankfully, fate is such a humorous thing.

//kmock, knock, knock//

Close to a breakdown out of frustration, Tim walks towards the door only to be pleasantly surprised by a face that had not left his mind.

"Miss Vanderbilt, what a lovely surprise" said Tim as he opened the door, letting the young girl walk in.

"Yes, just as lovely as this apartment. Are you always this well kept?" She responded with sass. Making Tim chuckle, "No, but i made sure to decorate it like this just in case there was a posibility of a pretty Vanderbilt showing up."

"Funny, that won't last long." She said with a tight smile. "I'm here for business."

"What ever business could you have with a Wayne? Our parents are business partners, so there is not related to networking. You have much more money than all of my family combined, so it isn't that. Status won't be either, you are practically modern day royalty. So, what could it be? What..could..it..be?" he said aproaching her. He may be lacking 48 hours worth of sleep, but the detective in him was up and on high alert. You were picking the skin around your nails and your nose had this adorable twitch that could only mean nervousnes and the look in your eye was cunning with a tinge of desesperation. What could Y/n Vanderbilt want from him?

"I need you to be my fake boyfriend."

Tim had always been proud of being observant and with that, came the ability to not be surprised yet, never in his 22 years of life did he think that he'd have Y/n Vanderbilt, THE Y/n Vanderbilt, asking him to fake date her in HIS apartment.

"What's in it for me?" he asked skeptical of the situation.

"My silence, Robin Boy" she said as she got the two files he had been frantically searching for this entire time and showed them to him. "And don't try to deny it, the handwriting is the same, I had the pleasure of taking DNA samples and they match, and have seen enough videos to be well aware that you have the same body type. Oh and worry not, only i’m aware of this information. Unlike Miss Vale, I do have various PI's on speed dial, and the weight of the Vanderbilt name, so any information out of me will be credible." She said with a pretty smile.

"Pretty, cunning, and poisounus. Who would have throught." He said, not confirming nor denying anything.

"And I am sure Daddy Brucie dearest, would just love finding out one of his little birdlings let the family secret out, wouldn’t he?" she said looking at him dead in the eye.

Tim felt his heart stop. She knew about all of them.

"You have until monday, lover boy. My phone number is written in there. Call me when you have made up your mind and if you accept, make sure you clear up your schedule cause that meeting will take a long time. Kisses" She ended as she handed the files to Tim and saw herself out.

"This is officially THE worst and simultaneously best day ever" He said as he threw himself on the couch.

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Universal language

Or incidents that make kaveh think and fully believe that his landlord/friend is dating the new translator

Wc: 1,2k

Cw: kaveh thinks reader and al-haitham have sex but their interactions are taken out of context

Notes : I wasn't thinking of doing a second part part but whatever sjsjjs

Got inspired by @alezayku

First proof. Why would you call him lovey dovey names if you two weren't dating? He has called al-haitham stingy and mean but calling him honey bunny?

Kaveh was about to lose his head, he is sure that his friend/landlord was dating the new language scholar that came from mondstrat, he had very few proofs but  he didn't have any doubts 

Al-haitham sits next to you and is showing you a page in a book 

" There seems to be a usage of these terms in certain casual literature found in the records, most of them are usually referring to people. If you can identify their meanings it would be helpful" he lends you the book and sits up walking to the kitchen "I'm going to serve myself tea. Do you want?" 

Pointing towards 'Cielo ' you start " well, this one directly means sky, but you couldn't say it's like saying ' you are my whole sky'" 

Grabbing the book you look to his direction " Oh, i would love some of the tea you were drinking a few days ago" now looking down to the page he marked you scan the words " oh, these are endearment terms"

You see Al-haitham pour a jar of cold tea in two clay cups " oh? I wouldn't have guessed that there were such things in the holy language" he brings the two cups to the table and grabs a piece of paper and a pencil " what would be their meanings 

 And carefully Al-haitham writes down your words and you keep translating each one

Amor means love

Querido means dear or dearest

Dulzura is close to saying sweetie

And so on 

Neither of you notice the sound if the wooden planks give under kaveh's weight but he does notice you two in the living room, creeping near the edge of the arch separating the hallway and the living room he listens carefully, trying to make up for the poor angle that only let him see the big plant al-haitham bought

Lying your finger next to the word 'Conejito' you drink a sip of the tea to soothe your throat that was already pretty dry from talking so much "honey bunny. I don't know how you can drink your tea so sweet, I would have guessed you liked your tea bitter" kaveh almost falls backwards from the surprise, you  called him honey bunny?!?

He scribbles it before answering "It isn't sweetened, that is the taste of the leaves. I appreciate things done correctly, if it was bitter as you say it means that i burnt the leaves or those were cheap leaves"

Looking at 'Cachorrita' you try and test Al-haitham, you already taught him the meaning of cachorro, this is just the diminutive " If i take this off, does it look familiar?" You are covering the 'it' making it look like cachorra 

Al-Haitham takes a second to remember but gets it at the end " Oh! Puppy!" He is so busy trying to hide how proud he is that neither of you notice kaveh gasp, misunderstanding the situation completely 

looking at the last word you blush slightly, even if it wasn't exactly sexual in your language there wasn't any other translation that would fit 'Papito' better. 

Stuttering slightly you look towards the window " D-daddy" Al-haitham  was about to write that down until both of you got startled by the sound of the front door slamming closed but Al-haitham brushed it of as the wind slamming windows and  badly closed doors 

Second incident, sure people could argue that maybe it was a misunderstanding but kaveh swears he heard a straight up confession 

Al-haitham is sitting on the floor, writing closely to what you translated from the book, it was barely 6 in the morning, the sun peeking from the horizon and slightly warming the room.

Al-Haitham had borrowed one book from the archives, supposedly this was one of the first leather bound books that they had ever found. The name of said book being pride and prejudice, a beloved book of yours. 

Slowly scanning through the pages you start saying the words out loud, feeling the soul of a frail regency era lady enter you

"In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you. -''

"What do you want?" Al-Haitham speaks suddenly, stopping you from continuing reading. Looking up the book you see the blond standing in the kitchen "Shouldn't you be working? At least for a change of pace" 

"I was running late and I- I- I'm leaving. Sorry" and he leaves as if the devil was chasing him 

The third and last incident. And kaveh's strongest theory

Having to deal with confidential information lead to many awkward moments, from having to be escorted to Al-haitham's apartment by 5 emerites to ensure the information wasn't counterfeited or stolen. Even when his apartment is a 10 minutes walk from the akademia.

Or having to stay cooped up inside his room for the sake of confidentiality when kaveh started staying in the same room you two were in to avoid 'scandalous things' from happening.

At one point it got so out of hand you started sleeping in Al-haitham's apartment more than yours stipulated accommodations, to the point of almost kicking kaveh out to let you sleep in his room, but after thinking about it you settled with his couch 

" Pss, al-haitham" you hiss at him from the couch, from where you were you could only see his back and hair " are you up?"

He only shushes you " it's 11 pm, go to sleep" 

" Tomorrow we don't have anything to do, right?" He mhm's lightly " can you take me to the carnival, there are acrobatic slimes" 

" Why don't you go alone, I'm planning to sleep all day" 

Walking up to his bed and jumping over him " c'monnn don't be boring!" You grab his arm and tug as you jump "You owe me" 

He held the hand grabbing his arm by the wrist "why do i even owe you for?!" 

" Because you are boring and we never leave! C'mon~ just one evening" 

" Yn, I. Don't. Want" 

" GOODNESS GRACIOUS CAN YOU TWO GO YOU SLEEP?"  kaveh yells from the room next door 

" Do you see what you cause?" 

" Can we go to the carnival tomorrow?" 

" … No." 

" C'mon~ you scheduled a show of the manuscripts the same night I had a ticket to the carnival! You owe me a carnival night" 

" It was the only date available!" He sits up suddenly, both of your faces meeting at your foreheads "if I say yes will you go to sleep quietly?" His cold hands gripping your cheeks

You answer a simple "Yep" and a toothy smile

" CAN YOU TWO GO TO SLEEP?!" Kaveh swings the door open ready to throw a pillow but sees you two " Oh. OH. Ohmygod, I'm sorry" and leaves 

" Okay, i can see how this could be misunderstood" al-haitham falls back into his bed " go to bed now" 

" Soo, did we agree?"

" Whatever" 

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Here's a silly idea if you wanna try it, no pressure!

How do you think the bachelor's/bachelorette's world react to the Farmer casually mentioning a blue man who leaves notes for them around town as challenges who also keeps cameras around town to watch them?

They do not elaborate, the Farmer just moves on like they talked about the birds lmaooo

Oh, man. I found the idea itself so funny that inspiration immediately kicked my ass 🤣 There's already been more than one mention for Qi and about his weird obsession with Farmer, strange quests and, God forgive me, about "snake milk"... Sheesh 😅

Thank you so much for the ask! ☺️ (hope I translated this correctly. Or feel free to ask again!)

SDV bachelors/ettes react to Farmer, who casually mentioned Mr. Qi:

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"You gotta drink less so you don't see shit." It's unusual to hear Shane say that, but even he doesn't remember drinking so much that he saw some hallucinations like "blue men". He'd let Farmer's words pass his ears and now was beginning to wonder if he should let his dear niece near that weirdo. Challenges, cameras everywhere... yeah sure.

The doctor's instincts hit right away and Harvey will run after Farmer to see if they have a fever. Cameras in the whole Stardew Valley? Dangerous quests in Calico Dessert? Sorry Farmer, but Harvey won't believe it and will insist they go to the clinic for a check up, or at least rest at home. You can’t ignore rest, you know, because it affects both physical and mental health...

"So I'm not the only one who noticed it." Wait, what? How does Sebastian know? "Found a weird note with your name on it when I was in the mines." Hold on, what was a local emo doing in the mines? And why is his arm in bandages? "Hm, let't change the subject, we were talking about blue stranger, weren't we?" Wait a minute, Seb!

Alex probably won't even listen to what the Farmer is saying. "Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever you say, weirdo." The athlete may not be a genius, but even he can realize that there's no benefit to anyone putting cameras in Pelican Town for, like, what? Fun or whatever? To keep tabs on Farmer? That's stupid. Don't be stupid, Farmer.

"Wait, seriously? Yo, no kidding." With a lifestyle like Farmer's, Sam immediately believed in their words even without the details. However, the interest and desire to organize a quest with his friends to find the "secrets of the Valley" quickly faded away as the skateboarder's stomach rumbled. He would just forget the whole thing later.

Honestly, Elliott is completely confused. How should he react to what his friend Farmer has just said? The writer thinks it's complete nonsense, but because of his manners and his unwillingness to be confrontational or rude, Elliott will simply try to change the subject.

"Absurd", Abigail thought, but somehow the Farmer's words stuck in her mind. Considering that the purple-haired girl was just looking for an excuse to procrastinate duties, her ass began her own adventure of finding cameras. And she found one right away! And a strange note from someone named "Qi"! Wtf, hey Farmer, tell again about that weird blue dude!

"Ok, let's think: why would someone follow you around 24/7 and give you weird tasks?" For some reason, Maru was very much interested in Farmer's casually thrown words, trying to make sense of them. It's unclear, really, where this interest comes from, but maybe the young inventor wants to spend more time with Farmer. Even if the conversation is kinda strange.

Penny did her best to keep her smile from looking too forced. Wishing to remain polite and not to be rude, the red-haired teacher simply thanked Farmer for the conversation and went about her business, trying not to think too much about their words.

"The blue man? Oh, has Clint been drinking that Joja soda again?" No, Emily, that wasn't Clint, and he only turned blue once (and that was probably from worry, not from Joja cola). She would have forgotten about Farmer's words, but she also could swear that Sandy had once mentioned a similar person paying the rent in Oasis. Hmm, maybe Emily should ask again...

When Farmer told Haley about the strange blue man and other oddities, the blonde paused and wondered: if she should really have even listened to the words of a person who just a couple days ago had been rummaging through trash cans and eating raw seaweed? The answer was obvious, and Haley forgot about it as a misunderstanding.

Leah only shakes her head. "Whatever you say, Farmer." She doesn't want to be rude to them, but all this talk of cameras, dangerous quests, and a mysterious man hasn't impressed her one bit. If Farmer keeps this up - they'll always be considered a weirdo.

[possibilistfanfiction]

Prompt for your little Hallmark AU: Christmas market (You know, those markets where there are booths who sell Glühwein and Punsch, Im not sure how to correctly translate it in English in Austria we call it Christkindlmarkt)

it’s grey outside, the clouds heavy but not quite snowing yet; it’s warmer than it’s been on clearer days, still cold but almost pleasant, and quiet.

you make sure to give yourself extra time to do your stretches in the morning after you go to camila’s to get breakfast. the atmospheric pressure of the incoming storm is, unsurprisingly, causing your back to ache, but that’s not new and it doesn’t really faze you at this point. if things get bad enough — and they do, sometimes — you just reschedule your plans and take pain meds and muscle relaxers from dr salvius after you do your physical therapy exercises. but your hands don’t ache and you don’t have any numbness in your feet, your temperature is normal, and so you go through your routine and feel better by the end of it.

beatrice picks you up at eleven on the dot, as she confirmed twice over text the evening before with perfect punctuation that made you feel a little bit like you were in trouble but was charming anyway. 

‘hey stranger,’ you say when she knocks on your door, and she blushes and smiles and you’re delighted by the effect you have on her, almost immediately — this exceedingly smart and competent person stumbling over herself the second you smile. it makes you feel powerful and it also makes you want to treat her kindly, to make her laugh.

‘good morning, ava.’ she fidgets, for a moment, and you’re curious why you’re not just going to her truck, but then she takes a hand out of the pocket of her peacoat and opens her palm. ‘i, uh, i noticed your cane was getting stuck in the snow.’

‘oh.’ your first instinct is to be embarrassed, eleven years of abuse rearing its ugly, awful head, but then you look at what she’s actually holding.

‘i already had it,’ she explains, slightly rushed like she’s trying to make sure you’re not upset, like it was just a thoughtful aside of hers. ‘i tore my acl a few years ago and used both on my crutches, and so, i just figured, well… if it doesn’t work, that’s fine, but maybe worth a try?’

you take the winter cane tip attachment from her outstretched hand and it really does feel like some kind of offering for a moment. it’s nice, the crampon itself retractable, and easy enough to put on your cane. when you try it outside the door on the way to her truck, you can’t help but smile, remember a little bit of the joy that first came with movement as you started receiving proper care and accessibility and mobility aids. you don’t take healing for granted, even now. ’thank you,’ you tell her as she unlocks her truck and goes around to the driver’s side. 

she nods. ‘like i said, i already had it sitting around. not a problem at all.’

‘still,’ you say, climbing up and twisting around to greet a suddenly very excited theo in her kennel strapped into the backseat. ‘not many people have been particularly thoughtful in my life, especially not at this.’

she frowns at your admission, her jaw clenching, her face stormy. she’s handsome in her rich maroon scarf and camel wool coat, careful hands on the wheel.

‘anyway,’ you say, a little overcome, ‘how’d you tear your acl?’

she immediately reddens, pulling out of the driveway and trying to act like she’s concentrating very hard on her turn signal to merge onto the completely empty road. 

‘bea, please.’

she sighs, refusing to look at you even at the red light. ‘i was training with theo,’ she says.

‘that’s not horribly embarrassing on its own.’ you grin. ‘there’s got to be more to it.’

‘fine,’ she says, mostly just to humor you, you’re pretty sure. ‘she was small, and we were both learning how to herd. i, well — i tripped over one of the sheep.’

you wait a beat to picture it and then laugh, not unkindly but without any remorse. ‘thank you truly so much for telling me.’

she rolls her eyes. ‘you’re so welcome,’ she says flatly, and you laugh again.

/

you’re confused if your little outing to the christmas market is a date or not for the two minutes it takes for beatrice to park the car, get the small pack holding treats that she carries around for theo buckled around her waist — a little nerdy and totally adorable — and then letting theo out of the kennel. she’s in a little green coat, the same as the other day, and it kind of makes you feel like you’re going to scream, she’s so cute. she greets you fully now, with happy little wiggles, and then situates herself at beatrice’s side. she has a leash connected to her harness, the other half slung over beatrice’s shoulder and across her chest so her hands are free; you think theo doesn’t need it at all, but beatrice explains, ‘in crowded public access areas, it’s appropriate.’ theo, for her part, is busy sniffing a few treats beatrice scattered around her feet in the snow, and then she smiles at you and gestures to head inside.

you’re confused no longer when you see camila’s booth, advertising hot chocolate, apple cider, and egg nog, and she whistles. ‘beatrice, you look so nice with your fancy jacket.’

beatrice glares. 

camila turns to face you fully, a smirk on her face. ‘she never wears that unless it’s a special occasion.’

you can’t help yourself: ‘well, i am a special occasion, if i do say so myself.’

’no one else is saying it,’ lilith grumbles from her seat behind camila, and beatrice fights a laugh while you pout.

‘you look nice too, ava,’ camila says, keeping the peace as you’ve quickly figured out she always does. 

you preen a little, just for the fun of it. ‘why thank you. i love your sweater.’

camila looks down at her jesus was palestinian sweater. ‘’tis the season and all that.’ she beams at you, then beatrice. ‘well, what can i get you both on this romantic outing?’

beatrice sighs in defeat but you grin and look at the menu. ‘well, i’m on vacation and bea picked me up—‘ camila perks up even more at this— ‘so i’m going to do your bailey’s hot chocolate.’

‘i’ll have a cider,’ bea says, and you shoo away her attempt to pay for things, which brings a blush back to her cheeks when you tap your card with a pointed flourish. 

you go through the market with your warm drinks, your cane not sinking into the snow as it had been the past few days, making everything easier, simpler, less nervous with every step. once you have half of your hot chocolate, you lean into beatrice with a smile, and she offers her arm, all clove and pine and her soft scarf. there are booths with ornaments, knitted coasters; you convince her to buy a pretty wreath for the front door of her cabin, which you kind of hope she’ll invite you to see.

it starts to snow when you’re about to leave, the sky darkening early, and she feed theo a few treats before she situates her in the kennel. 

it’s quiet when she starts the truck, and she seems nervous, her hands white knuckled around the steering wheel. ‘i apologize if i was presumptuous.’

you soften. ‘that was a really wonderful date, bea. you can be as presumptuous as you want.’

her smile is shy, bathed in the waning light. ‘well, in that case, would you like to come to my house for dinner?’

‘yes, obviously.’

 she laughs. ‘alright then.’

[narrans]

Stellar Allies | Part Five

GT July | Stellar Allies | Part Five

Words: Overbearing, Out of Reach, Distortion

The question lingered in the back of Cliff’s mind for a few moments as the situation settled over him. It made perfect sense that Ol’oih, their newfound alien companion, would probably have crew members with him. If that thing that was in the sky was their ship, the pieces that broke off were probably also escape pods and not just meteorite debris as he and Jax originally thought.

With that being said, Cliff’s mind drew a complete blank. When they realized how close Ol’oih’s escape pod, what they thought was a meteorite, had landed, they’d abandoned all observation on the other chunks that broke from the main body. If he thought about the trajectory of where the main body was going, it was possible for them to maybe find out what happened to one of the pieces.

On the other hand, it was equally as possible th-.

“What did he ask?” Jax’s voice made Cliff jump. He’d been so focused trying to solve the question and the issues it presented that he completely forgot about keeping his friend in the loop. He looked down into the crate and saw Ol’oih’s hopeful features gazing back at him while Jax’s face held minor annoyance that he had to wait for Cliff to translate since he was the only one with a direct line of communication to the alien.

“I… sorry. He wanted to know if we knew what happened to the rest of the crew. I’m guessing the thing we saw falling from the sky last night was the main ship, and he wants to know if we know anything about the others,” stated Cliff. He looked down at Ol’oih and swallowed the dryness forming in his throat. “How many others were a part of your crew?”

“There are seven of us total,” Ol’oih pathed, not hesitating when being asked. He felt like he could trust these two, at least at the moment, and he needed to know anything and everything he could before planning his next move. “There is Captain Immott Imai, second-in-command Adda Noz’ex, medical officer Scix’en Trok, our two technical specialists Arcal Kor and Valaih Du’uhl, and then cultural specialist Q’crul Kaelis. Also, as stated before, I am the linguistic specialist. I was meant to be a translator and dialogue analyzer on our information gathering mission.”

The names came so quickly from their six-inch-tall alien companion that Cliff had no hope of trying to memorize or pronounce any of the names correctly. He doubted he could even list one of the names at the moment and instead continuing to listen as Ol’oih continued “pathing” to him.

“We were in orbit and descending in our ship to harness clearer readings when something happened aboard our ship. I do not know if it was an electrical issue or if we were struck, but whatever the case we began entering the atmosphere and had to abandon ship,” Ol’oih pathed as he felt a wave of sadness sweep over him.

I don’t even know if they’re alive. Best case scenario, they managed to rendezvous with the observation team here on the ground and are trying to track either my pod or my suit. Worst case scenario… they’ve been found.

Ol’oih remembered hearing stories and reading books written about the human race, and much of the literature read like a horror story. Capture. Torture. Containment. Uncooperativeness. Destruction. Granted, in those stories the alien race was often the aggressor, but Ol’oih’s people were different.

We’re Stren, not some warring race like the Off’el. We wouldn’t hurt them. It’s why we’re here – to gather information to see if they’re ready for true first contact. Are humans more like us? Or like the Off’el?

“Um… Ol’oih?” He looked up and could read it in the boys’ faces. Though nonverbal communication was limited from their various intercepted transmissions, the miniscule alien could tell that the information they boys had was going to be minimal and disappointing.

Amazing how much I can read just in their faces. It’s like my ciferi. Interesting.

“Yes?” Ol’oih pathed, making sure to speak with intention rather than let his internal thoughts mingle with what he wanted Clifford and Jaxson to hear.

“I’m sorry, but we don’t know what happened to your crewmates,” stated Cliff with a disappointed shake of his head. “We saw the big piece go by and probably crash north of us, but not any of the other fragments. That’s all we know. If anyone else was watching the sky last night, they’d probably be all over the area by now looking for meteorite fragments and maybe finding pieces of your ship.”

“And that’s if a hobbyist got to the pieces first. You know how close we are to Area 51? We’d be lucky if a hobbyist found what was left of your ship. If the government or other organization got to it first, there’s no way we’d find out wha-” Jax was cut off by a stern glare from Cliff, which Ol’oih immediately picked up.

“Wait. What was that? Please! Do not be dishonest with me now. Why did you cut Jaxson off? What is Area 51? And your… government? That is your elected republic officials, yes? Do they… know about us? About life beyond your orbit? Please! Clifford! Jaxson!” Ol’oih pathed. He could hear the desperation in his tone and hoped Cliff would understand how distraught he was.

And Cliff did.

He didn’t mean to shut down his best friend, but he was hoping to give the information a little at a time to not scare the alien. The last thing Cliff wanted was for the little guy to go rogue or hostile, especially while he was physically attached to the alien’s tail-like appendage. The fluctuating gradation of colors rippling over Ol’oih’s skin told Cliff that the alien was feeling distress and uncertainty, and rightfully so.

“Clifford? If you know something, I urge you to share it. Please! If my crew – my friends – are in danger, I need to try and help them. C-can you ask Jaxson to… to… explain? O-or you could! Please!” Ol’oih pathed again, boldly taking a step toward the boy’s hand and laying his palms against the base of the boy’s index finger.

Cliff hated he and his friend had contributed to it, but there was no changing it now. Cliff sighed and exchanged a look with Jax, who had obviously picked up on the fact that he’d shared a bit too much too fast based on the sheepishly guilty look on his face.

“He… wants you to explain.” Cliff gave a nod to his friend and, understanding his meaning, Jax jumped into the conversation. This time, however, Jax was obviously being a bit more precise with his words. He had just began talking as if it were just him and Cliff. It hadn’t occurred to him in that exact moment that the alien wouldn’t know about the conspiracies and rumors about what Jax was referring to.

“I… sorry. I didn’t want to scare you or anything,” apologized Jax. “It’s just… there’s a lot of weird stuff that happens. Um… do you know what a conspiracy is?”

“Conspiracy? No. Define, please,” pathed Ol’oih. He continued to take long, deep breaths to keep his body from thrumming nervously to the point where he might panic or shut down entirely.

“He doesn’t know what it means,” translated Cliff.

“Oh, um… well… a conspiracy is technically defined as a ‘secret plan by a group to do something unlawful or harmful;’ however, people… that is, us humans, sometimes use the word conspiracy when referring to something that may or may not be true because we don’t have enough evidence to back it up. There is supposed ‘evidence,’ but sometimes it comes from an unreliable source. Make sense?” asked Jax.

When Cliff shook his head, obviously translating for Ol’oih, Jax continued.

“Um… okay. Here’s an example. Some people don’t think that humans landed on the moon. Even though there are pictures and stories and all sorts of other pieces of ‘evidence,’ some people think it is a conspiracy – a lie – to cover up the truth that we never set foot on the moon. We say it’s a conspiracy because the people who are telling us that we landed on the moon are secretive and part of a larger organization that may or may not have an agenda.” Jax felt like he didn’t explain everything well, but Ol’oih seemed to be understanding because he looked back to Cliff and then back to him as Cliff translated once more.

“So, tell him about Area 51.”

“Right, so. Area 51 is a military base owned by the government. A lot of people, myself and Cliff included, think that Area 51 is a place where our government hides the existence of aliens from us. There have been countless stories and sightings of ships, in theory, but nothing has been confirmed officially. There are countless conspiracies that there’s UFO testing and alien research that goes on there, but no one really knows because everything there is classified as top secret and no one who works there will talk about what they actually do.

“Now, we actually live not too far away from Area 51, this top secret testing facility, which is what worries me because if we saw your ship, other people who work there might also have seen it and are investigating it right now. I was saying if we were lucky that others, like Cliff and I, might’ve gotten to the crash sites first and might be helping you and your crew; and that if we are unlucky, the people who work there might’ve gotten to the wreck sites first.

“Sorry… I… I’m sorry. I should’ve thought before blurting out stuff like that. I really hope your crew is okay,” said Jax as guilt constricted his chest. He was so used to talking openly with his friend about these kinds of things that it wasn’t even a second thought for him to think about what this information could mean to Ol’oih who, after hearing this, immediately felt faint.

Head swirling and body taking over, his legs buckled and he fell backwards completely limp. Thankfully, Cliff and Jax had both reached forward and caught him before he hit the hard ground. It only lasted a few seconds, but blackout was enough for Ol’oih to realize how dire his situation really was.

They’re not like us. How could we have missed this? Years of observation and we missed this? We knew about their wars and crimes against one another, and we’ve had our struggles too, but to know they’re more like Off’el?

Ol’oih had to know if his crewmates were okay. They had to be! Forcing control back over himself, Ol’oih pushed himself against the boys’ hands until he was upright and waited for the nausea to subside before daring to path back to Cliff again. There was one way he could tell if they were alright or not, but he couldn’t do it alone.

“Clifford, please. I need your help. I need to know if my crewmates are okay.” Images of his friends flashed before his eyes, and he intentionally allowed those images to path to the human boy. Simple things. Them eating meals together. Studying as a group. Leaning back in their pods as they started their expedition here to Earth.

“Woah… Did you just?” Cliff could have sworn that, as he blinked, some of Ol’oih’s memories flashed before his eyes like photo negatives from an old film camera. “Never mind. What can we do?”

“My escape pod. I need it. Please. It possesses equipment to locate their transponders. Also, a current map of our location, specifically that area Jaxson was referring to,” pathed Ol’oih. He knew he must sound overbearing at the moment, but that didn’t matter. What he needed was out of reach and this was the only way he could have peace of mind.

The alternative was far too distressing to consider so soon after he’d managed to find solace in these human allies who had found him.

“Y-yeah. Definitely. Um… Jax, would you grab Ol’oih’s escape pod? He says he’ll be able to find his crewmates with the tech he’s got on it,” said Cliff.

“Sure thing.” Jax carefully tilted his hand so Ol’oih was sitting entirely on Cliff’s fingers while he ran over and grabbed the pod from its hiding place.

“Ol’oih, it’s going to be okay,” Cliff reassured. “We’ll find them.”

I hope so, but what state will they be in when they’re found? Ol’oih wondered silently to himself.

Jax finally managed to pull out the escape pod and carefully set it down in the middle of Cliff’s bedroom. Both boys exchanged an awkward glance, knowing the pod wouldn’t fit inside of the crate comfortably. They knew they needed to bring Ol’oih to the pod, which meant picking him up. Feeling the urgency, Cliff decided to bite the bullet and addressed the issue head on.

“Um… Ol’oih? Is it okay if I… pick you up?” asked Cliff.

“Pick me up? What?” pathed Ol’oih.

“The pod won’t fit directly into this crate here, so we can either tilt the whole thing after pulling out the dishes and stuff, or I can just lift you out really quick and set you over there by your escape pod,” explained Cliff.

If he was being honest with himself, Ol’oih didn’t like the idea of being held. Some of the other beings his people interacted with on a daily basis were as large as humans and, as part of training, they had to simulate being held or carried in a plethora of positions.

Still, it made him uncomfortable.

His comfort, however, wasn’t the primary concern.

His entire body now almost completely consisting of yellow and gray hues, he pathed back, “That is fine, though I would prefer crouching to being encased.”

“Fair enough,” agreed Cliff. He gingerly slid his hand under Ol’oih’s feet while keeping his left hand nearby for stability and because Ol’oih’s tail, or “addon” as he called it, was still firmly imbedded into his flesh. “Ready?”

“Yes.”

Cliff inhaled a steadying breath as he lifted Ol’oih’s entire body up off of the ground. The little six inch tall alien was lighter than expected, and his balance was a bit unstable. Cliff guessed it was because his tail probably acted as a counterbalance when on unsteady surfaces, like that of a cat, and that he couldn’t use it at the moment and instead resorted to gripping onto Cliff’s fingers for dear life. It was fascinating to feel all four fingers on each hand grasp individually onto the ridges of his fingers, but Cliff would revel in the interaction later.

The moment the back of his hand was resting on the ground, Ol’oih rushed over to his ship and climbed inside, partially jerking Cliff forward since he hadn’t disconnected his tail.

In the pod, Ol’oih crouched and began typing as fast as possible any and all commands to ping the members of his crew. The lights flickered for a moment, making his heart sink, before glowing dimly. The image was a bit distorted, but the module was ready to receive instructions, and that’s exactly what he intended to do with it.

If they’re relatively close, I should be able to signal their transponders. It’ll let them know I’m pinging them.

The signal went out and Ol’oih held his breath as the screen dimmed and crackled. His thrumming body was making every part of him shake in anticipation. It was unnerving. Every element of training had prepared him for the worst case scenario, but living it was an entirely different matter.

Please… please Ove… let them be alive and unhar-…

Through the distortion on the yellowed, flickering screen, thirteen dots appeared. Ol’oih couldn’t believe his eyes. Not only were the dots clearly visible, but they were also clustered together and, if his readings were correct, not too far away.

The real question was whether or not they were in this infamous “Area 51.”

“Clifford. Do you have the map? And could you or Jaxson mark Area 51 on it?” Ol’oih pathed, looking eagerly up at the two boys.

“Got it,” said Jaxson, as if he already knew what the miniscule alien was asking for by a simple look. In his hands, he held the tablet down so that Ol’oih could better see the screen. His eyes flicked from the instruments in his pod and then back to the screen in Jaxson’s hands.

Both human boys held their breath as they waited for some kind of indication. Neither wanted to be the first to break the silence. The air around them was saturated in anxiety so tangible it could be cut with a knife.

Then, they saw it happen.

Ol’oih’s shoulders slumped and his head hung low.

No… are we… too late? Cliff wondered.

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[felixcloud6288]

Dungeon Meshi Chapter 47

We're finally getting some details on the Magician this chapter.

I guess Chilchuck is Izutsumi's second-favorite since she likes sleeping on top of him.

I wonder how long it took to get Izutsumi to sit at the table. She's probably eating her food by shoving her face in the bowl since Marcille had to wipe her mouth at one point.

Between this chapter's release and now, we were dealing with the covid pandemic, and one of the symptoms of covid is a weakened sense of smell and taste.

It kind of keeps me from agreeing with Senshi when he talks about needing to exercise your taste to keep it from withering.

Yaad fills the party in on the magician's backstory. I'm aware his name is supposed to be "Thistle" but the manga translated it to "Sissel". I'm going to stick with Thistle when talking about him.

Thistle is also correctly gendered at this point with Laios making the correction as well. Not sure if the misgendering was intentional or the English translation is just trying to fix a mistake.

There's definitely got to be more to why Thistle created the dungeon and made everyone immortal beyond "He studied black magic, went mad, and decided to do it." He was taken in by Delgal's father, was there when he was assassinated, and was raised as if he was a brother to Delgal. Yaad also mentioned his parents but we've not seen them, so maybe something happened to them before Thistle made the dungeon.

I wanna guess that Thistle might have that same underlying fear Marcille has about outliving everyone around him. And Yaad's parents died to sickness or assassination or something and it drove Thistle to make everyone immortal.

The party now has a potential means of how to face Thistle. Get to the depths of the dungeon, free the winged lion, and they can take away the magician's power.

In chapter 1, Delgal said his country had been sealed away, not his castle. So even though the castle town is the actual explorable dungeon, the surrounding area is also part of it, but it's not connected to the main dungeon in a euclidean sense.

Since the sixth floor is the underground waterways, the way back in is through a drain in the wall. I bet if they went through the front door of the gate, they'd end up back in the fifth floor instead. And maybe that's how the villagers manage to contact the orcs.

I don't think Yaad will be in a good state the next time we see him.

Marcille's new hairstyle features the hair in the front of her head in a pair of braids hanging in the front, the hair on her sides pulled to the back, spun in a loop, and tied with a ribbon, and the hair on the back of her head left loose.

If Chilchuck's compass doesn't work, then that means something nearby is emitting a magnetic field. Maybe those giant pillars are actually giant electric rods. Hopefully the gold plating that's been stripped off wasn't important. Gold is an excellent electric conductor.

At first, it was funny seeing Izutsumi freak out when she remembered what happened, but it's clear she's traumatized by the experience. She looks like she's about to cry when she calms down.

She wants to get rid of the beast soul in her and be fully human. Being reduced to and treated like an animal and having her humanity stripped away is the most horrific thing that could be done to her.

Kinda curious about what the dwarf symbols mean. Maybe they work similar to how structural pillars are all marked to denote where they are in relation to each other. If so, the dwarf symbols would include cardinal directions.

Even before the reveal, I could tell those weren't Falin's footprints, but rather some large hawk or eagle-like bird. Her feet are far wider, she mostly stands on her toes when walking so her prints should not have the full foot, and the toes are an ananisodactyly arrangement while Falin's toes are in a pamprodactyly arrangement.

Once again, Laios shows us that he sucks at noticing human details but pours over every detail of monsters.

There's likely a proper reason for it, but I like to imagine Senshi's terror over a griffin is a dwarf thing. Like, his burrowing animal instincts are telling him to be terrified that there's a flying predator around, and dwarfs build underground societies to avoid getting snatched by them.

Welp. We lost him. It was nice knowing you Senshi.

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ARIIIII HI HELLO HEY !!! i got a bit busy (i hate assessments) but I'm back and I will soon read all the things I added to my tbr that you posted !! soooo excited hehe :3 I wanted to ask how you guys are playing phanpara.... i also want to see all the fun stuff and play.. ☹☹ manifesting the banners for you so you get them easily <333 - ❄ anon

❄️ ANON MY LOVE !! welcome back!!!! :3 i hope your assessments went well…. i’m proud of you for working hard 🫂🫂🫂 AND PLS don’t feel any pressure w the tbr, my fics will always be here when you have the time !!! <3333

BUT YES . phanpara ….. i’m not gonna lie to you anon getting it downloaded on ios was a whole trial of will but 😭😭 it’s actually. fairly simple. it’s easier on android (you just need to download a bunch of apps to emulate it!!) but on ios you need to manually change your appstore region to japan. and then download a vpn app. the biggest downside w ios is that there aren’t really any good translator apps!! :(( on android you can get bubble translate which lets you translate on screen text really easily…. but you won’t get anything like that on ios. so you won’t understand what the characters are saying (unless you take screenshots and throw them into an image translator)….

buuut if you’re still fine with that!! (assuming you have ios and not android)…. then i’ll leave the instructions down below :33 i’ll try to make them as clear as possible but just ask if you have any more questions!! i’d love to help!!! phanpara is sm fun…

ok so . here are all the steps !!

1) make a new appstore account!!

this step is easy :3 … i don’t. remember how i did it tho. pretty sure you just go to the appstore browser page?? or something.., and then you obv just need to add a name and a functional email address!

when you’ve made a new account, make sure that your ios is logged into it . just go to settings -> click your profile -> click on the appstore icon -> log out from your usual account and log in on the new one!! then you just need to press ”show account” to go to the next step.

2) change your region to japan!!

this is the complicated step. it’s not really that complicated though it just took me a while to figure it out 😭😭 you can use this site for reference if my descriptions confuse you lol

when you try to change your region to japan, you’ll be forced to add your name and your address. you can use your normal name (assuming it’s made up of english letters), but you’ll need to generate a jp address!! it’s actually kinda easy. this is the website i used!! it lists all the information you need in the correct order, so just . copy and paste into the settings . (i believe you’ll need to choose the prefecture manually, so just look at the prefecture name on the website and match it with the options ios gives you!!) street name, prefecture, city, zip code, phone number… etcetc. this may or may not be an illegal process but if you’re a gacha enjoyer i’m assuming you like living life on the edge.

you’ll also get the option to add a payment method, but you should be able to skip it by choosing the option at the bottom. this is important because otherwise it won’t let you change your region (unless you happen to have a japanese credit card hanging around)….

when you’ve entered all the necessary information, click the blue text in the top right corner to move on!! if you’ve done everything correctly you should be taken to the jp appstore :3

3) download phanpara + ovpnspider!!

now you’re almost done!!! downloading phanpara should be easy, just search for it in the appstore and. well. download it. when i did this i had to click through some ios popup page..??? but just . click your way through it. trial and error. until it lets you download the app <33

while phanpara is loading, download ovpnspider!! this one is super easy and doesn’t take up much space at all. when it’s finished downloading, just go into the app, go to the ”jp” folder and connect to one of the vpns!! the status has to be ”alive”, but any of them should work :3

4) play phanpara !!

now you should be good to go <33 the only issue is that the vpn can be a little difficult sometimes. phanpara might take a bit to load, and throw you out if the vpn disconnects, but as long as you just exit the app and change the vpn there shouldn’t be any issues. could be a little bothersome sometimes but you get used to it quickly!! just make sure that you’re connected to a vpn, enter phanpara, and play :33 for me it takes up roughly 5gbs of space, so make sure your phone can handle it!!

aaaaand that’s it <333 i’m sorry if this is just. gibberish 😭😭 or if i’m making it sound more complicated than it is …. and pls let me know if it works for you!!! i’d love to be friends in game if you make an account :33 then you’ll be able to use my gojo in battle … hehehe ……..

[noryszz]

Whiskey kiss

Leon x reader - alcohol, dull motives, uncertainty, fear of relationships

💋There may be inaccuracies in translation as I am not a native English speaker💋

Leon was greeted by the rays of the sun, which began to hide behind thick clouds, covering the sky with their canvas. He stretched sleepily on the soft bed. Kennedy ran his hands over his face, trying to cheer himself up. The hand went to the right side in search of the phone. Taking it in his hands, Scott looked at the screen - exactly 6 o'clock in the evening. He himself didn’t remember how he fell asleep at lunchtime, apparently fatigue and stress took their toll. Recently, a man was on a difficult mission, and after it it is very difficult to restore his usual and normal sleep pattern. It was also on this mission that he met Ada and now Leon is particularly disappointed in her. He knew from the very beginning that they would not succeed. That this “relationship” is worthless. Kennedy had been like a dog attached to her since Raccoon City. He didn’t want to let go, he held on until the last, but Wong still left. From time to time. This is a vicious circle that leads to the abyss, and not to the meeting of clear love. Scott knew full well that this needed to end. So he did. I understood that in fact my heart was given not to the woman who just used it, but to you. You are so close and so far at the same time.

The man doesn’t know how to approach you correctly so that you don’t hurt him with thorns. This is exactly what you seemed like in the eyes of strangers: a mysterious and inaccessible rose that could hurt anyone. But he was simply afraid and is still afraid. Because of his deplorable experience with Ada, Kennedy feels that no matter who he opens his fragile and crippled heart to, he will also be mercilessly trampled and silently left, leaving him in oppressive silence. In search of answers: “Why is this happening to me?,” “What did I deserve?” Everything is so complicated and confusing... But he knows one thing for sure - nothing but Raccoon City connects him with Ada and he needs to put an end to it. Long time ago it's time.

When Leon more or less recovers from his sleepy state, remembering that today he was invited to a colleague’s birthday. You will be there too, and this news makes Scott’s heart beat like crazy, echoing in his ears. The main thing is not to be late and be on time. Make a good impression on you. But what's the point? A man long ago decided for himself that he would no longer open his heart to anyone, not even to the woman whom he considers his ideal - you. Or rather, only the mind thinks so, not the heart.

The heart is like a romantic nature, which is drawn to admire you, shower you with compliments, gain courage and confess deep feelings. But fear and common sense are stronger. They block such things. He doesn’t let you close to him, he always keeps you away. Afraid of hurting both. Putting down the phone, Leon sat up in bed, looking around the empty house. The oppressive atmosphere of loneliness is oppressive and gets worse every day. It pains him so much to watch so many of his colleagues find love. How their eyes sparkle and their smile is brighter than the daytime sun. But this is unlikely to happen to Kennedy. That's what he thought. Fingers ran over the snow-white sheet, straightening it. His gaze darted to the panoramic window in front of him. Droplets of rain can be seen on the glass, which slowly flows into a fierce downpour, creating muffled noise outside the window.

There wasn't much time to get ready for a birthday party, so Scott got up and left the bedroom, heading towards the kitchen. Turning on the coffee machine and placing a cup under it, he leaned on the table. Leon sighed sadly, looking at the second chair, which was always empty. And you could sit on it. Sleepy while he cooks breakfast for you two. Hearing your laughter and smile, which always charmed him. True, Kennedy is sure that he is not worthy of you because of his crippled soul. But loneliness is such a terrible feeling that it drives you into a corner with no way to get out. A kind of cell. If he is not destined to be happy with you, all that remains is to accept it. And this is one of the most terrible things: accepting everything as it is.

The coffee machine went silent, causing Scott to snap out of his anxious thoughts. He picked up a hot cup and drank the aromatic drink, which instantly burned his throat and spread warmth throughout his body. The man knows that on this birthday everyone will be in a festive mood except him. It was almost always like this. Leon simply has a ton of problems and it is incredibly difficult to distract himself from them and act as if nothing had happened. But this is one of the opportunities to see you again, to hear you. Kennedy is generally silent about the conversation, because it is unlikely to take place. You have your own group of friends and colleagues where Scott is not included. For him, he thinks, you are just a work colleague. Familiar, nothing more.

Having emptied the cup, the man washed it and walked back into the room. It’s better to start getting ready now so as not to fly at full speed later. The choice fell on a regular snow-white shirt and black trousers. Having put them on, my gaze darted to the tie that hung on one of the hangers. With a deep sigh, Leon took it in his hands, again not daring to put it on himself. The tie made him feel constrained, brought back memories of Raccoon City, his mission in Spain. What is it that Kennedy was strangled. Therefore, as soon as the soft fabric of the tie tightened even a little around his neck, Scott immediately ran out of air, and his state of panic increased. So it hangs here, completely untouched.

Folding it back, the man straightened his shirt, which was unbuttoned by two buttons, exposing a small part of his collarbones. He ran his palms through his hair, straightening it, and then the comb was used. Having done everything as needed, the silence and emptiness of the house was cut by a ringing telephone call. Leon blinked frequently, not knowing who needed him right now, when time was running out. Moving away from the closet, Kennedy picked up the phone. Your name flashed on the screen and his heart gave off a pleasant warmth. This hidden warmth was followed by a slight fear that, perhaps, due to some circumstances, you would not show up for your colleague’s birthday and in this way you were warning him.

The man's hands trembled slightly due to excitement. Swiping aside, he accepted the challenge. Your sigh was heard and then the soft and gentle voice that he loves so much. Scott was ready to listen to him for hours on end.

- Hello, did something happen? — Leon says and sits down on the edge of the bed. The gaze darted out the window, outside of which the rain never stopped falling.

- Hello! No, I just wanted to ask, were you invited to your colleague’s birthday? - your voice resonated pleasantly in Kennedy’s ears once again, causing his lips to break into a smile.

- They called. I'm just getting ready, so sorry. It's not very convenient to talk now. We'll meet there.

- Stop...

Scott hung up, cutting off your sentence. The man took a deep breath and covered his face with his hands. He didn’t want to answer like that, to interrupt the conversation. But as Leon promised himself earlier, he doesn’t let you get close to him. Doesn't give a reason or opportunity to get closer. Kennedy is afraid of hurting himself. But he's afraid of hurting you more. Collecting his thoughts, Scott stood up, grabbed his car keys and phone, and turned off the light in the bedroom. Dark light poured from the window from behind the storm clouds, creating a dull and gloomy atmosphere - completely conveying the man’s state of mind at the moment.

***

The rain pattered on the windshield, making the road and visibility difficult. The windshield wipers often went down and up, but didn't help much in such bad weather. Leon glanced out of the corner of his eye into the mirror above, assessing the appearance. Hair. They lie neatly in an uneven parting. There are bruises under the eyes due to disrupted sleep patterns. But overall the look is as chic and fresh as always. Having arrived at his destination, Kennedy parked near the house, where all the guests were invited. Scott unlocked the car and got out. Well, the man was immediately hit by heavy rain, causing his shirt and hair to stick unpleasantly to his hair. Leon quickly ran under the roof of the house and began knocking on the door. Even a couple of seconds was enough to get wet. Still, I should have taken an umbrella

The door opened and a colleague appeared in front of him. Kennedy went inside and handed him an envelope with money.

— Happy birthday, — Scott said in a calm tone and quickly looked around the hallway and listened to the voices that came from the living room. He immediately caught your voice and your heart began to beat faster, making you freeze.

- Thank you... Come in, don’t stand in the aisle. Can I give you a change of clothes? Or you can dry it with a hairdryer.

Leon shakes his head, taking off his wet shoes. Hands rushed to the damp hair, smoothing it and straightening it.

- No thanks. I’ll dry, — he answered briefly and with a deep sigh followed into the living room, where almost all the guests were already there. The pleasant smell of spices and all kinds of dishes hit my nose. Kennedy accidentally locked eyes with you. You smiled brightly at him and stood up.

— Hello! — you drawled and took a couple of steps. Your gaze raked over Scott's body. Due to the fact that the shirt got wet, it became transparent and through it you can see the outlines of strong muscles and abs. You blushed and to change the subject, you opened your arms for a friendly hug. He froze, not expecting such a development of events and that you would even come up to say hello. The man looked around awkwardly and squeezed out the first excuse that came to mind.

- Hello. I think you better not hug me, you'll be all wet.

You snorted and rolled your eyes, showing with all your gut that you didn’t care about this fact. You hugged his lower back. Leon's palm rested on your back, fighting the urge to stroke it and start a conversation with you. But he would rather insure you from further moral pain than open your heart and soul.

- How are you in general? “I heard that the last mission was difficult,” you asked, nudging Kennedy to talk. He always seemed like a nice and interesting person to you, with his own deep inner world that no one wanted to understand.

Scott still slowly moves away from you, avoiding eye contact with all his might.

- Yes, it was hard. But I don’t want to talk about it,” the man said coldly and a little rudely and turned his head towards the table with dishes. His heart aches from his own cold and rude answers. But it will be better for you... Is this true or is Leon just convinced of it? Unknown. Kennedy really really wants to share with you the details of the mission, about his experiences, emotions and life. It is forbidden. He had already decided a long time ago.

- What's wrong with you? “You said carefully, raising your eyebrows. Scott has never been talkative to you, but today, for some reason, he acted rude and distant.

- Nothing, everything is fine.

After these words, Leon walked to the table and chose a place away from you, so as not to give in to temptation once again. But one way or another, your views still crossed. There was the clink of dishes, conversations and muffled laughter, but none of this was important to him. Kennedy thought only about you, a bright smile, trembling hugs... It was as if he had fallen out of the world, plunging into his thoughts. The man took some food onto his plate, trying to concentrate on the food. While the others continued to discuss something, Scott remained silent. With every second, being here became unbearable.

All you did was glance at Leon. Today he seems so strange, withdrawn. Completely different. As if something had happened. His appetite disappeared, leaving behind only interest and the desire to find out what was wrong with him. After all, when you asked a substantive question, Kennedy simply waved it off and left the table. Raising your eyebrows, you tried to distract yourself at least a little, getting involved in a conversation with your colleague and other guys. And it really helped.

And only Scott continued to sit motionless, he could not see your smile, shining eyes, and laughter, knowing that he did not deserve them. And if you enter into a relationship with him, the shine and shine will fade forever. What was also upsetting was the fact that no matter how you look at it, you won’t be his girl. You will not be his beloved woman, the closest person on earth. Unable to bear it, the man stood up, taking with him a glass filled with whiskey. His feet carried him to a small sofa in the corner of the room, while the rest of his colleagues chatted cheerfully and carefree with each other. Leon sighs heavily and turns his gaze to the window, outside which the rain does not subside.

Drops hit the windowsill and slowly flow down the glass. Kennedy picks up the glass of whiskey and takes a couple of small sips, and the drink immediately burns his throat. To avoid tormenting himself even more, Scott tried not to look at those bya. So he turned his face away, slowly rotating the glass in his hands. A few minutes later, Leon felt the sofa sag a little under someone’s weight. Kennedy reflexively turned his head to the side and noticed you. You sat down on the couch and looked at Scott with a frown.

— Come on, tell me,— you whispered tenderly, afraid of making it even worse. But you really wonder how he feels and why he behaves this way.

- Tell me what? “I’m fine,” the man answered briefly, placing the glasses of whiskey on the table with a knock. You take a deep breath and gently touch his shoulder in a comforting gesture.

— I see that something is bothering you. I just want to help…

All sorts of emotions consume him. Leon shouldn't give you a chance to get closer. This seems to be the boiling point. Kennedy flares up like a match, abruptly throwing your hand off his shoulder.

- I said everything is fine! - He raised his voice and immediately regretted it. How many times have I sworn that I won’t offend or cause pain. What did you do right now? You definitely shouldn't be together. The man is simply sure that he will bring you nothing but pain. He lowered his head down and took the glass of alcohol in his hands again, nervously rubbing it in his large palms, feeling guilty. You looked away and stood up silently, leaving Scott in depressing loneliness. It made me sad that you were trying to help, but they just snapped at you.

Or you have excessive concern for everyone and a desire to help and save. You went to the kitchen to somehow escape from the sadness and just be in silence. Approaching the countertop, you placed your palms on it, looking around the stove and other elements of the kitchen. It was not clear to you why Leon suddenly became much colder. He has become so closed, inaccessible... He doesn’t let you near him, he keeps you away, he doesn’t notice you. There's clearly something fishy going on here. Just as you wanted to move away, you felt hot breath near your ear and saw someone’s palms resting on the tabletop. Pleasant goosebumps ran through your body. Still, the slight influence of alcohol made itself felt.

— Um... Forgive me,— Kennedy whispered, touching your chin. He doesn't know what motivates him now. Recklessness or true feelings that he cannot contain. Alcohol gave him courage and relaxation.

You turn your head to the right, looking at Scott’s wet and parted lips, which are a couple of centimeters from yours.

You were the first to take the initiative and involve Leon in a sweet kiss. Kennedy realized that there was no turning back and there was no point in holding back. His hand reaches for your hair, running his palm there and squeezing it. The other one grabs your waist tightly, pressing you to her body. With a quiet smacking sound, the man pushes his tongue into your mouth, interlocking with yours. You moaned through the kiss, squeezing Scott’s shoulder. The taste of whiskey was felt on the tongue. It was wet, humid and so desirable. Sanity quickly returned and Leon quickly pulled away, trying to catch his breath.

- No you can not. We can’t...I will only bring you pain,— he quickly whispered, looking down. The heart rate was simply crazy. Your lips were so soft and sweet. He wanted to kiss them more and more. But then he will cross the line that he has been building for so long. Just drown in feelings.

- You're so stupid. Calm down, I know that I will only be happy with you and no one else.

Your fingers lifted Scott’s chin. Your lips crashed into the man’s lips again, reproducing the kiss with the same passion. Leon understands that there is no point in coming up with stupid excuses, especially if you yourself want it. His warm and gentle palms touch your cheeks, slowly stroking them. Kennedy yanks you against the tabletop, continuing to crush your lips. Scott's tongue latches onto yours again, creating a dance of sorts. The bittersweet taste of alcohol intensified, adding a special passion to the kiss.

“Damn, her lips are so sweet...” the man said mentally, unable to believe that this was happening to him now: he was kissing you. The most ideal and tender girl for him, whom he had so desired for a long time. And for that matter, Leon will do everything possible so as not to hurt her. To protect it like a fragile crystal vase. Give only love and do not create wounds that cannot be corrected. Due to lack of air, the two of you pull away. Kennedy's hands slid from your cheeks to your neck, stroking it a little before removing them completely.

—I love you,— Scott whispered quietly but firmly, taking your hands in his hands, intertwining your fingers. He brought it to his lips and left a short, wet kiss. - I don't want you to get hurt. It simply seems to me that I don’t know how to love and that this will only cause suffering.

You took a deep breath and stroked his fingers through the lock.

- Leon, calm down and listen to me. How much I saw you, how much I talked with you - you are a good person. Responsible and kind. I never I wouldn’t choose someone bad as a partner. And I love you too, with all my heart.

A smile shone on your lips and, unclasping your arms, you slowly embraced, leaving behind the loud voices of your colleagues and their thoughts about something. At the moment, only you exist with each other and no one else. Kennedy's arms tighten around your waist, pulling you against his strong body. This means that the universe gave him a chance that all is not lost and that he is able to receive his long-awaited and desired love.

[thewertsearch]

TG: cant they just TG: tell us what direction its in TG: point a spaceship that way TG: blast off to adventure TT: No. TT: The geometry of the Furthest Ring is too complex. TT: Remember, its spacetime is labyrinthine. TT: In fact, it's not really accurate to call it spacetime at all. TT: Since it is outside the domain of any created universe, where those properties have become instantiated and stabilized.

Time and space are properties of reality - and if I'm understanding Rose correctly, The Furthest Ring is more like the raw material for reality. There's 'stuff' out there that could become reality, if processed correctly - and perhaps that's what Skaia is really doing, when you strip away the smoke and mirrors.

TG: i can kind of get that time is messed up there TG: with like loops and causality paradoxes and shit like that TG: being the knight of time here TG: not really sure why navigating the space would be a problem though

Sounds like what they really need is to get Jade in on this, too - but they can't, because Jade would take one look at this plan and scream.

TG: i thought you werent supposed to know shit about either TG: seeing as youre the seer whatever that means TT: I think it means I'm supposed to know shit about the big picture. TT: Which includes tidbits like that. TT: But the insides of my shoes stay free from the grit of the minutia.

Is Seer an analytical class about knowing shit, with Light relating to the idea of 'the big picture'? Or does Light symbolize knowledge, with Seer as the 'big picture' class?

Or, does 'knowing about the big picture' solely relate to the Seer class, with her Aspect instead influencing how she does that, and she just isn't mentioning how her Aspect ties into it, if at all?

Props to Hussie for managing to drop Title lore in the most maddeningly ambiguous way possible. I can't even be mad - this is the kind of evasive exposition we've come to expect from Act 5 Rose. I don't even think she's trying to be vague here - it's automatic at this point.

TG: ok you fly to it TG: then what TT: That depends on if John is successful.

she's still s-tier tho

TG: ok cool what is it TT: Can you promise you won't tell him? TT: It would probably make him more nervous than he needs to be if he knew. TG: ok i wont say anything TG: just tell me TT: It's a bomb.

Oh my god. She's really going to bomb the Green Sun, isn't she? She-

...well, alright, let's hear the actual plan, first. Then we can freak out.

TT: It is set to detonate precisely when the reckoning ends. TT: This is how long we have to put this plan into motion. TG: what the hell is a bomb doing in there TT: It could be a feature of any session not meant to bear fruit. TT: A means to wipe out a null session rather than leaving it lingering in paradox space for eternity. TT: Or it could be a mutation specific to our session. TT: I really don't know.

Difficult to say. The trolls didn't have one - but then again, they did create their universe, even if they didn't get to officially 'win'.

It's literally called the Tumor, which makes it sound aberrant - but it's a little unclear where that name came from. Rose's research includes Horrorterror intel, so that could be their term for it, or a translation of that term from Horrorspeak.

I think Sburb would garbage-collect failed sessions like this, though. They wouldn't be the first thing it obliterated in the name of cosmic progeny.

This all started with a countdown, and then an explosion.

Maybe to Skaia, it only makes sense that it end with one, too.

[reds-fluff-extravaganza]

can i have a pomni x mute! reader? reader uses sign language, but the digital circus makes a pop-up appear to write out what they have to say :)

I hope this is alright! Also I hope you don’t mind I put the reader signing in brackets [ ] to show that it’s a pop up!

Being mute was usually an issue for you since you could never really find many others who could actually use sign language like you, so it made things a little difficult a lot of the time. However, here in the digital circus, whenever you sign something, a pop up will appear with what you’re saying, which is very convenient for you and the others, as the others didn’t know sign language either.

Though Pomni noticed that despite the fact that the digital circus translates what you’re saying via pop up, you still look… unhappy. She was not going to stand for it. You helped her when she was having problems, and now she wants to help you in return.

You were just doing your own thing, relaxing and doodling in your notebook, as you didn’t really have much else to do before you and the others would get wrapped up in one of Caine’s little activities. You didn’t mind the activities, but sometimes it could get out of hand.

You looked up from your notebook as you heard a knock on the door before it was opened a few moments later. You smiled faintly as you saw it was only Pomni, your best friend here in the digital circus. You sat up, setting your notebook down and signed to her,

“[Hey Pomni, what’s up?]” You had pat the spot beside you and she sat down beside you. “[Is Jax bothering you again? If he is, I’ll say something,]”

“Oh, no, no, that’s not it at all. I just wanted to come check up on you is all.” Pomni put her hands up in defense.

“[Alright, I’ll believe you.]” You shook your head, “[I’m fine, so I’m not sure what you mean by checking up on me.]”

“I know, but I’ve noticed something…”

“[what is it?]”

“Well, it’s like you still seem a bit unhappy. I’m not sure what it is, but I want to help.”

“[Oh, uh, it’s not a big deal, Pomni, I promise.]”

“Are you sure? Because I wanted to ask you… if you would teach me sign language. I only know a few words but I would like to learn more, if that’s okay?”

“[You.. want me to teach you? But there’s really no need, the digital circus shows what I’m saying.]”

“I know that, but I know it’s bothering you.”

“[what? No way.]” Pomni gave you a look of “oh really now?” Ah. She knows.

“[Okay, yes, it does kind of bother me. I’ll teach you sign language.]”

“Wait, really?”

“[Of course! I don’t mind it at all.]”

“Oh, alright. So, uh, should we begin?” You nodded in agreement.

“[with pretty much everything you learn, we’re going to start with the basics.]” you then proceeded to slowly sign the alphabet along with her. The good part about the pop up is that it helped her to see which letter you were signing. You two had spent the next couple of hours learning the basics of sign language, until you decided to call it a night.

Over the course of the next few weeks, you have been teaching Pomni sign language, and surprisingly she had caught on pretty quickly. The two of you would end up having conversations in sign language, which you were pretty happy about, which made Pomni happy as well.

However, there was one thing she had learned that she had yet to show you. She had learned this one all on her own. She had learned how to sign ‘I love you’ and she wanted to tell you, but she wasn’t feeling too confident about it, so she decided to talk to Ragatha about it.

“Come on Pomni, I know you can do it. Tell Y/n how you feel!” Ragatha had told her, trying to encourage her to tell you how she felt towards you.

“I dunno.. what if they don’t feel the same way?”

“You don’t know until you tell them, Pomni.”

“I… guess that’s true but I’m still unsure..”

“Come on, give it a try. If they say no, then I’ll be there for you. I promise.” Pomni sighed a bit and nodded,

“Alright, I’ll do it.”

“Great! If I remember correctly, I’m pretty sure you’ll find them in their room.”

“Got it. Thanks, Ragatha.” She turned and made her way towards your room, where you were lying in bed, reading/doodling/etc.

“Y/n!” You heard a familiar voice say as you heard a knock on the door. You smiled faintly and set your book/notebook to the side as the door opened.

“[Hello, Pomni. Did you need something?]” you tilt your head slightly as she sat down beside you.

“Well.. I just wanted to hang out and talk. And… there’s also something I want to say to you.”

“[Oh? What is it?]” you were intrigued now.

“Well… first of all, I just want to thank you for teaching me sign language. I’ve always been curious about it and you’re a great teacher.”

“[oh! Thank you, I’m glad you think so.]” you smiled softly as you pulled her into a hug, which she returned happily.

“Well.. that’s not all.” You give her a look of ‘go on, I’m listening.’ Pomni then proceeds to let you go from the hug, pressing her fingers together nervously before she signs four special words to you:

‘I love you, Y/n.’

You were caught off guard by this, not expecting it at all. You never taught her this, but you figured she had learned it on her own from what you had taught her, but the better question is… she loves you?

“[I love you too, Pomni.]” you signed back, a bright smile on your face as you kissed her cheek.

“Really? You do?” Her eyes lit up at your response, making you chuckle in response.

“[Yes, I do. I was planning on telling you, but it seems you beat me to it! I was absolutely terrified of the thought of you rejecting my confession and my feelings…]”

“There’s no way I would do such a thing, Y/n.”

“[I’m happy to hear it, Pomni, thank you. Now that’s out of the way, you want to just… hang out in here or something?]”

“Yeah, sure, there’s not much else to really do.” You nodded in agreement, the two of you are end up hanging out in your room for the rest of the ‘day’ just talking and enjoying yourselves and each other’s company.

[runabout-river]

Thoughts on JJK chapter 256 (Spoilers)

We get another Gojo flashback that, as has been the case this whole time, is not from the one-month timeskip. Gojo explains to us how black flashes work and he reiterates that they're partly based on luck but also on certain mechanics and skill.

On a meta level the way Gojo presents this information to us is in effect an info-dump, but I'm sure that he talks to an actual person who goes around and asks these questions. Like, whose the strongest sorcerer/first-grade sorcerer and so on. I wonder if we'll ever find out who the interviewer is.

Gojo talks some more on how strong he is that he simply can't get several consecutive BF in which is why Nanami has more of them but he still has more BF overall. The AN helpfully tells us that Yuji will surpass Gojo's count of BF.

So Miguel's and Larue's entry to the fight wasn't coordinated with the others, so I have to question their skills in that regard. Ui Ui nearly died a few chapters back, so what was the plan there so save him? Yuta didn't even share pictures of them with the others they're just guessing that they're allies 🙈

Sukuna looks extremely beaten up, heart stabbed and only one functioning arm, but on top of that his CE output is threatening to rise again with his BF

The students have some impressive team fights against him but they can't land a proper hit or pin him down. Even now Sukuna is a beast.

Sukuna can grab Maki's SSC, which makes sense as he can perceive souls as well. Physically he's also on par with her at least to some extent as he can step on air. I vaguely remember this being shown in a previous fight.

The face Sukuna makes against Maki shows pure fun and excitement. In other words, he still treats Yuji like trash.

He lands his third BF and his second against Maki plus extra slashes against her. Maki is injured but not out of the fight though her not being able to heal herself is her biggest problem right now.

Even though Sukuna is missing his left hands, he still positions them correctly for his slashes most likely to increase his CE output

Sukuna and Yuji brawl again and the blood is flying in all directions. Sukuna even stops Yuji's knee with his left stumps 💅

Now Gojo said that there were many conditions for a BF including skill and luck, so it's remarkable that Sukuna can sense Yuji about to land one. Could this be because the space distortion of a BF starts early or because it partly travels back in time? Or is it simpler than that 🤔

I am never going to forget that Sukuna was gay for 2 seconds. Larue calls him "Cutie Honey" in this translation, I wonder what the official and my favorite translator on Twitter will say to that.

Whatever gains Sukuna made on his CE output, Yuji can disrupt it constantly by shaking Sukuna against Megumi's body. Yuji doesn't even need Megumi's corporation on this so Sukuna is fucked in that regard.

However there are theories going around that Megumi will actively help Sukuna when he's down ,which was maybe what happened when Sukuna was hit by UV. Not to forget that he still can use the 10ST

Break next week. I feel like we'll get into another phase of this fight soon though. The going all out that Uraume promised us.

[crimsonchili]

Why I think 'Silent Cry' by Stray Kids fits Nokto, aswell as his relationship towards the Mc

Spoilers for Nokto's route! And perhaps tiny minor spoilers for Gilbert's and Lichts route at the beginning? (Just to be sure...)

(If you disagree with something, you can say so. I of course do not know him perfectly, so there can be mistakes)

Silent Cry is a song made by the Kpop boygroup Stray Kids. Since the song is in Korean, here is a video with translated lyrics

Let's say, we have Person A (Who is the Mc) and Person B (Who is Nokto). Person A talks about how they are noticing that Person B hides something. That Person B hides their true feelings. If I remember correctly, Nokto also hid how he really feels, which was noticed by the Mc.

Even in Gilbert's route, this was noticeable. In Gilbert's route, Belle asked the other princes what happened on bloodstained rose day. When she asked Nokto, she could feel that he hid something. Of course a day as Bloodstained rose day would not give Nokto great memories. But Nokto didn't act like it traumatized him so so much. Truth is, we can say that it did. The reason for this, is the fact that Licht was heavily injured to the point he almost died. And Nokto saw Licht like this with his own eyes. It gets talked more about in his route of course. This is one of the examples where Nokto doesn't talk about how he really felt.

Nokto generally never talks about how much things affected him. Person A says in the song "You always say 'I am okay', but I can clearly see. You weeping lonely in your heart". Nokto always seems like everything is alright for him, but he is still haunted by his childhood. His childhood also probably left more scars on him, than on first glance. Alone with the fact that people looked down at him for being a twin, is horrible enough. But the fact that he was abused by his mother, just makes everything worse for him and his mentality. I don't think it's easy for Nokto to handle this. So that's why he acts like everything is fine.

I think it was shown in his route that he experiences nightmares. I think his peaceful nights in his routes, were when Belle kept him company to read stories to him. And this brings me to their relationship:

Person A wants Person B to open up to them. They don't want Person B to handle this all alone, they don't want Person B to think they are alone. Mc wants to understand Nokto and she wants to be there for him. Person A talks about how they want Person B to 'close a door, but this time with them'. Basically, 'let me into your feelings and emotions, I want to be there for you and comfort you'. In my opinion, this fits to the fact that Mc wants Nokto to open up to her, because she wants to know what kind of person he truly is.

Belle wants to listen to Nokto's silent cries. She wants to know what is bothering him, she wants to be there for him. I may not remember Nokto's route perfectly, but sentences like these, show that Belle really did want to be there for him and that he can safely open up to her.

"You are used to talking to yourself, but will you let me hear this now"

Nokto always kept his mental problems to himself. Mc probably sensed that Nokto is isolating himself, when it comes to his mental health.

Maybe Nokto thinks that his mental problems are not serious. Maybe he thinks he deserves to feel like this. But this is where I am not so sure about

Nokto probably doesn't even know, on how to approach these problems and feelings.

But what I think is true, is that Nokto isolates his true self and only lets Mc see who he really is, since she takes him away from the loneliness he experienced. (Even if Nokto spent a lot of time with other women before Mc, none of them were able to actually take him away from the loneliness and nightmares that haunted him. Only Mc truly accomplished this.)

There is a lot towards Nokto. And there is a lot towards his relationship to Belle.

If I have more to say, I will make a new post (Where I will link this one). You are also allowed to add something! ^^

Anyway, THANK YOU, if you actually read this all

Have a nice day (or night, since I am writing this at 2 am. This took longer to write than thought)