#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 😭😭😭

[ppombear]

“... what are you doing ‘Toru?”

You finally asked after silently watching in amusement as your beloved walked around your shared bedroom, frantically trying to put on his suit. “Getting ready sweetheart.” He replied, obviously pointing out the obvious. Satoru grabbed a tie from the wardrobe, before heading to the bathroom with the intention of tying the tie.

You rolled your eyes at his playful sarcasm as you continued to stare at him. Then it occurred to you - right the first years.

If you recall correctly, they have been assigned to a mission to investigate an seemingly abandoned cruise ship that showed up randomly at the shore one day. But why would Satoru have to…? Oh.

You remembered something. Earlier in the day, Megumi just suddenly texted you asking how to pick out a suit. Now it makes sense.

Your husband must have not fully explained what the mission was and the first years thought that they were actually going on a cruise and all. As such, they wore formal clothes. And now Satoru just had to wear a suit. He just cannot be left out. Ah, typical Satoru.

With a soft sigh, you stood up from your comfortable spot on the bed and walked towards the bathroom though not before grabbing the rectangle sunglasses on the bed cabinet.

The moment you reached the bathroom, your eyes immediately wandered to his figure as you leaned at the doorway. Even though it has been years since the both of you first met, he still looked youthful. Sure - many of his features have matured over the decade, but he still is the Satoru you feel in love with. His outfit fitted him just nicely, not being too loose nor tight, yet captured his beauty.

Of course Satoru was not oblivious to your obvious stares, “Like what you see hm?” He teasingly commented while adjusting his tie, which was the same colour as his snow hair and complimented his looks. He looked at you through your reflection as he flashed you a playful grin to which you shrugged and finally approached him.

“Of course. If I didn’t then why would I have married you?” You teased back. “Awww and here I thought my sweetheart married me because of my big personality.” He dramatically replied as he placed a hand over his heart. “In reality, she only loves me for my looks…”

“Yeah sure” You amusingly replied, being all too used to his behaviour. You stopped right beside him and tip-toed while holding out your hand with his sunglasses already opened, ready to be put on. Despite what his earlier words may have indicated, he wordlessly obeyed and turned towards you. Silently staying still as you slid on his sunglasses for him.

Once you were satisfied with your work, you retracted back but not before ruffling his hair. To which earned you a soft laughter from him as he leaned into your touch. “There, now you’re all ready.”

He chuckled to your words as he suddenly pulled you close. The sudden action did cause you to instinctively hold onto the sink counter for support but you did not break eye contact with him. Even through his sunglasses, his bright blue eyes shined under the bathroom light.

Satoru moved downwards to gently place a soft kiss on your forehead as he whispered to you. “Then, I will be going now.”

You hummed softly to match his whispers. “Go on, the first years are probably waiting for you.” To which he simply laughed at your words before nodding. “Alright alright.” He lets go of his embrace and steps away from you. Just as he was about to teleport away, you waved back at him and he returned the gesture.

If only times like these can stay forever…

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[lolitastories]

This Is Mine

Rafe Cameron

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

“Do you think she looks like me?” I look up from our lunch towards Rafe holding our daughter beside his face and smiling.

“No, thankfully.” I bluntly say as I try to hold back a laugh. “She looks like her real dad.” I shrug as I take a piece of chicken and stuff it in my mouth. I almost choked seeing the infamous Rafe Cameron stare, he didn’t like what I had just said.

“I know you are lying but if that were true, I wouldn’t care.” He pulls our girl closer and gives her a big kiss on her lovable chubby cheeks. “I am here; she is mine.” How could I make fun of that? As I look at them in awe the air around us changes. He stood up and placed her on the highchair. Making sure she was secure he pulled his chair around and closer to mine. My posture straightened and I could no longer remember how to breathe properly. I tried to ignore his antics of staring at me until I turned and gave him some attention but as soon as I felt his hands on mine, I was met with his blue eyes. “I know we have a deal set between us about what this was but,” I wish my eyes could translate why my heart was beating so fast, so maybe the next words that came out of his mouth would allow me to say what I felt. “We need to talk about it again.” His calm demeanor was something not many people saw, maybe this was the time to talk about it again.

“Okay.” His eyes widened in surprise. His head turns like a little puppy wondering if he heard correctly. “But not here,”

“Right.” He nods. “I will get the car.” I couldn’t ignore how excitedly he jumped out his chair and rushed towards the parking lot. When I looked back, I saw our daughter's head turned towards the direction her father had just gone in.

“Why does he get both things huh?” I ask her in a sweet voice. Her head turns towards my voice and a growing smile appears. “You look like your daddy, and you are obviously obsessed with him,” She giggled like she knew what I was talking about. “Who can blame you?’ I let out a sigh in defeat.

“Here you go ma’am. Have a nice day.” The waitress smiles as she hands me Rafe's card. He must have paid on his way out.

“Thank you, you too.” I put the card in my purse and grabbed our daughter. As we walked towards the parking lot I couldn’t help but admire Rafe. When I left home one thing, I was worried about was doing this by myself. Don’t get me wrong I could handle things from a hammer to a chainsaw, but it didn’t mean I wanted to. I had men in my family who were always there but here? If Rafe hadn’t showed up I would have lost all my will power. Tell me if it's bad but I enjoy watching men do things for me and especially Rafe. Like when he comes around the house he notices little things and gets to fixing it. How just him backing up the truck to pick me and our daughter up so we don’t walk down the long parking lot was admirable. How good he looks in his truck, how good it was to call him my baby’s father.

“Ready?” He smiles from the driver's seat as he places the car in park. He opens the door and gets out rushing towards us. Our baby giggling at his antics and stretching to get a hold of him.

“I will never be able to compete with you huh?” I joke seeing those two so in love with each other. Rafe chuckles. We both move to the back seat and make sure she is secure in her car seat.

“You don’t have to, you know.” He finds my face of confusion as he turns around and shuts the door of our daughter.

“I know.” I say with an uneasy smile. I walked over and checked that she was doing okay through the opened window. I smile seeing her happy with her Paci. When I go to turn around, I feel two hands land on my hip. They carefully circle around my waist, his chest pressed up against my back as he pulls us closer. His chin rests on my right shoulder and my head immediately falls back against his.

“She loves her mommy,” He whispers. I could feel his warm breath hoovering the crook of my neck. “I love her mommy.” I opened my mouth to speak but the only thing that came out was a shaking breath. He starts placing kisses on my shoulder and moves up until he is just below my ear. “We would go crazy without mommy,” Shit. I bit my lip holding back a groan. His hand slowly moves upward. Putting some pressure as it slides over my stomach and my chest. My chest falls heavily when in a split second he gently squeezes my neck and then moves up to grip my chin. He places one last kiss below my ear before he kisses along my jaw, his hand turning my head towards him. My eyes are shut, and I feel his warm breath along my lips as he hoovers above them. “I am going crazy without her kisses,” My hands involuntarily grip his forearm but not to push it away. No, I need to make sure he was here; to release all this feeling he was making me feel.

“Rafe,” My throat felt dry. His hand laid flatly on the middle of my lower stomach. The simple push of his palm had me lightheaded.

“Ready to go home?”

“Uh-huh” I nod dumbly. His one hand on my stomach grips my hip and the other moves to rest on my cheek. He places a quick kiss on my cheek and simply removes himself from me. What the hell just happened? Sure, Rafe has tried to make advances, but it had never landed this far, I had never allowed him to go this far. I turned towards him lost when I opened my eyes.

“Come on,” He smiles. That idiot knew what he had done. He grabs my hand, and I don’t argue as he pulls me around the truck and towards the passenger door. “She needs to nap.” He opens the door and thankfully he helps me in because my legs couldn’t function correctly. Once he places my seatbelt on, he closes the door and rushes to the driver side. My hands stay entwined on my lap and my eyes on the window for the entire car ride.  I had told him what I wanted before our daughter arrived. He could see her and spend time whenever he felt like it. She would live with me but when he chose, she could stay with him. He always chooses to sleep on the couch then put her through discomfort having to adjust to a different setting. When it came to us, I told him we were only friends. He agreed knowing it was too much for us to take in. He started working and expanding his father's company while our daughter wasn’t here yet. I finished college and bought a house, of course with a little help from Rafe.  We were so busy preparing for her that we barely saw each other, other than the ultrasounds and other important baby things. When she was born, we became comfortable with being together, it wasn’t that hard to fall into the rhythm again. But now since our baby is 9 months old it has given us more time together. When she is preoccupied with her toys or taking a nap, she leaves us with having to talk to each other. It felt good having him around. It almost felt like before, when we were dating. “Are you expecting company?” I started to shake my head but freeze when I saw a familiar truck in the driveway.

“Rafe?” I whisper. He hums in response. “No questions asked,” I begin. “Can we go to your house?” I look at him with pleading eyes. Thankfully he only nodded and continued driving down the road. I let out a sigh and turned in my seat to face him. “Seems like my family is in town.” I watched as his jaw tensed and his fingers gripped the steering wheel.

“You said-”

“I know what I said.” I interrupted him. “They aren’t bad people Rafe they are-they have changed.” I let out. I slouch back down on the seat. “They love me, we just didn’t show it.”

“To you” He bluntly said. “You told me how they excluded you. How they belittle you and how you feel unseen and judged by them, how is that love?” His voice was rising with each word.

“You don’t understand Rafe.”

“¿Really?! I don’t understand what an unloving family is?” My lips fall silent. “I know you care too much for them to see their faults, but you can’t go back to the person you once were when you arrived on the island.”

“Am not Rafe.” I grab his hand in mine and give it a gentle squeeze. “Back then I held too much back, and it caused years of built-up feelings but you have helped me, she has helped me.” I look back and see her small feet playfully hit the seat. “I don’t need their validation, but I can’t keep her away from meeting her family.” Rafe lets out a frustrated sigh coming to terms with my words.

“I don’t want-”

“They won’t.” I know he was scared of what they might say and what their words will cause in me. I don’t mention it much, but we had a fight, it was the first and only. I mentioned my father's words against him and Rafe took it like those words were the reason I chose to stay away from him and primarily not want to be with him. I explained it wasn’t the case, and we let it go, at least I did. “I know what I have and what I want. They don’t decide in my life anymore and when it comes to our daughter, we won’t allow even a simple word to cause her harm”

“I respect your choice, and I will be right there with you.” He whispers. I looked around seeing how we made it to his house. It was a two story, white, near the water, glass everywhere, just like I remember. We stayed silent until our little monster started fussing. “Let's get her to bed” I slightly chuckle and nod my head. I took my time going into his house. I watched as he got her out of his truck and walked up stairs to put her to nap. I finished eyeing everything in the living room before my feet were dragging me up the stairs. When I turned the corner, I saw Rafe leaning against the doorway and just looking into the room. “Sorry, she is-I, I just love looking at her sleep.” I nod honestly not caring much for his words. It made my heart melt, but my body and mind were being filled by other things. I grab on to his hand and pull him away from the door. “She must have been very tired because she fell right to sleep.” His words were thrown straight out the window. He continued talking while he followed as I was leading him towards his bedroom.  “I love that she has your eyes-” His mouth rapidly closed when I pushed him towards the bed and made him sit on the end of his bed.

“Thank you for being patient with me.” I whisper as I walk to stand in between his legs. His head slowly moves up to look at me. “I have done something thinking in private.” I innocently say. I move my hands up to unbutton my blouse.  “And I think we have spent enough time apart and I can’t bear it any longer,” Rafe grabs onto my hips and I straddle him.

“I’ve been thinking the same damn thing.” He didn’t waste any time pulling down the string strap of my tank top down and griping the flesh of my breast. “You know how hard it has been to be near you and not have you the past 16 months?” I groan as he pulls forward and takes a mouth full of my breast.

“I wouldn’t have blamed you- oh fuck” I groan. My hips moving is rhythm, grinding down on him. “If you choose-” I let another groan but this time it was of frustration.

“Did you?” As he said that he gripped the front of my top and pulled it down with force. I shake my head rapidly. “Good. Because you feel the same thing I feel.” His big hands grip the side of my face pulling me closer. “We only and will ever just need each other.” It was like following a light. “Right?” He grins slowly nodding and I was in a trance as I began to nod too. He smashes his lips on mine and eager I take a fist pull of his shirt. Our mouths danced together and spoke about how much they have missed each other.

“Rafe” I moaned. I continued to grind my hips against him, I could feel him growing bigger. His tongue slipped in, and he began to explore.

“Tell me you missed me?” He said pulling apart but only to flip us around, so he was now on top of me. His finger urgently removed the hair that had fallen on my face.

“I’ve missed you so much Rafe.” I take my time to touch his face. My fingers outlining his lips, “I’ve missed your lips,” I move up his eyes. “How I missed seeing your eyes so close,” My finger slowly moved down his face and down his chest. “I missed how you feel when you hold me,” A small groan escapes his lips when my hand slips past his waistline and into his boxers. “When you’re in me?” I tease.

“Baby we got less than 20 minutes before she wakes up,” Rafe closes his eyes. He lets his head fall in the crook of my neck.

“Lost your talent of making me cum in less than 5 minutes?” His head rises and I give him a challenging look.

“That's not something you can just unlearn,” I bit my lip holding back a smile. “I just want this to be special,” Too much talking. I wrap my fingers around his cock and slowly with pressure start stroking him.

“Rafe we will have other occasions to take our time but right now I need you to fuck me, okay?” I see him nod eagerly. He moves to take my hand away and he sits up.

  “I will not agree to 5 minutes,” he said in a stern voice as he took his pants off. “I will use those 20 minutes wisely.” He moves on to remove my pants and my panties along with them. I watch him move his hand down and begin stroking his cock. I wanted nothing more than to wrap my mouth around him. Feel as his length and width stretched my mouth. Circle my tongue around his red leaking tip and suck everything he had in him.

“Baby,” I whine. I spread my legs and lifted my hips a little, unable to control myself. I needed him “Please?” Having him look down on me as I shamefully scoot slowly closer to him, begging for him, it almost causes tears to fill my eyes.

“Fuck, my love, let me enjoy this view a little longer.” I throw my head back feeling his hand move to feel my clit. I moan loving how his long finger glides through it.

“Rafe?!” I let out a cry for the loss of his fingers. I look up and see a grin on his face as he uses my juices to lube his cock some more. “Please fuck me or I swear to god I wi-”

“You will what?!” I stay quiet feeling him slowly lower his whole body over me. One hand holding him up, so he doesn’t crush me as the other one is moving his tip along my clit. “You won’t do nothing, I will remind you how cock drunk I made you that you couldn’t even remember how to breathe,” I was going to let a certain F work slip out until I felt my walls split open. His cock slowly and dreadfully moved it until he could no longer. “Feel that?” I flinched when he pressed his palm on my lower stomach. I let out a moan as he begins to slip out, my walls tightening around him. “Feels so fucking good,” He groans as falls into a steady rhythm. Slowly moving faster and faster.

“Rafe!” I moaned but his hand quickly moved to quiet me. One hand on my mouth while the other pushes my hip down to meet his.

“Shhh.” He whispers in my ear before moving down towards my chest and circling my nipple. He bites it and pulls it with his teeth creating and even more immense pleasure over my body. He lets go but continues his attack on the other. His thrust hitting my pelvis made my eyes roll to the back of my head. My groans and moans silence by his hand. “Fuck,” He grunts. “So desperate to have my cock in you that you allowed me to go in raw-” Shit his words alone could make me cum. “Didn’t even think of the possibility of having another baby be created right here? right now? huh” My eyes widened at the realization. “It's too late for that now. I’m too addicted to this pussy and how well it is tightening around me to put on a fucking condom” I grip him hand and try to push it down. He moves upwards to be on my eyes level, and he continues to fuck into me with ease. He shakes his head ignoring my plea to remove his hand. “Don’t you want another piece of me and you?” He taunts lovingly. “We are doing great with the first one. Why not add another to our family?” He sees my eyes contemplating it. His hip starts making long but harsher strides. I could feel our juices spilling out of me. “What do you say?” My mouth was dry. His tip was hitting just the perfect spot making my mind become a haze.

“I-” I was unable to let out a word. I felt the coil in my stomach tighten. My legs lock arm his waist pulling him closer.

“Tell me you want to make me a daddy again.” I threw my head back knowing it was a decision to be made in the right mind but as I nod, they only thing my mind had in it was how good he was fucking me right now. “Tell me” He grips my chin making me face him.

“I want to have your baby, please” He smiles in victory. Pulls us closer to meet his lips, not letting go as we moan into each other's mouths. My nails digging into his back as mine arches to take everything he was willing to give. We cum as we held each other close.

“Fuck-me,” He groans falling to his side and taking me with him. My head falls into his chest as we both try to regain our breaths.

“Again?” I whisper with a laugh.

“Honey you just have to say the word,” I look up, finding him already staring down at me.

“Our daughter will be up soon so no” I push him away playfully and move to stand but of course Rafe wouldn’t allow that.

“Let her tell us when she is awake,” I fall back into his arms. One of his hands removed tracing my face. “Can give us time to really talk about this.” I groaned a bit but understood it needed to be done. I met his eyes, and I began to talk.

“I am really grateful you were so patient with me. I know it wasn’t easy, but I needed this time.” He nods as he continues to listen. “My feelings for you never changed but I needed to do what was right for her. I needed to know you were in it for the long run and eventually when I saw that I was worried bringing us back would ruin that.” We ran so well as co-parents. “But seeing my family today and you taking it so calmly I understood that no matter what happens between us we are always going to do what's best for her.”

“And her” I furrowed my brows in confusion until he slid his hand over my stomach.

“Stop,” I laughed, pushing his hand off. As our laughs quiet I look towards him again. “So, if you will still take me, I want to continue, us” I couldn’t tell you how my breath was stuck in the middle of my throat until a smile started to appear on his face.

“Of course, I would want nothing more than to have you. You and our daughter are all I need.” He grabs my face and pulls us closer but doesn’t connect our lips just yet. “And our other future daughter” I roll my eyes, letting him have that one.  His kiss is sweet and slow. Two souls who were separated for too long. I enjoyed the warmth of his lips until we heard something hit the floor.

“What the hell?!” Rafe moved faster than me as he put on his boxer and rushed out the door. I followed him when I threw on his shirt, only to find him picking up a broom. “Must have slipped down the wall.” He shrugs, placing the broom against the wall again, men. I shake my head and turn to check where our daughter was sleeping.

“She's awake?” I felt Rafe's presence behind me as he looked over my head.

“Yep.” He simply said as he walked right by me. I walk closer to see her with her Paci and her looking up at the projected animal in the ceiling.

“She always cries when she wakes up” We both lean and see how peaceful she was in her crib.

“She knew daddy desperately needed time with mommy” he said in a baby voice which made me hit his arm. He laughs walking towards the bathroom. I hear the water running and when he comes back, he picks her up. “Want something to eat?” I nod.

“Pick out something while I take a shower.” I wave goodbye to my girl but of course she is too busy staring at her father.

“Take out? Same as usual?” He says as we both walk out the room.

“Same as always.” He smiles rushing downstairs. He was my always now. When I enter his room, I grab a new shirt and one of his boxers. As I turn on the water I hear my phone ping,

“Grandmother couldn’t keep it shut and had to brag she met her great granddaughter.” Fuck. As I go to respond another text comes through. “We will be there at 10” Double fuck.

[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🤍🤍

[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" 

[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.

[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.

[foundnthestars]

SKY IM GONNA LOSE MY MIND!!!!! THE CHAPTER!!!! AHHHHHH MY BOYS!!!!

God I can't word anything correctly because I'm so caught up in how much I love it all!! The "sad little kid and disabled old man" act was really funny. I feel like Mabel is gonna get on their asses for that as soon as she learns about it.

I said it in my Ao3 comment but I'll say it again, I loved the scene with the translator implants!!! Dipper getting all worked up about it is so relatable. Me too buddy. Excited to see where their new literacy takes them, but also kind of sad that we don't get anymore of the incredibly funny dynamic of "worlds most anxious preteen boy does all the talking while the worlds best conman has to Just Stand There"

AND THE BONDING!!! AND THE CONVERSATION AT THE END ABOUT FORD!!!! AND DIPPER'S GUILT!!!!! AHHHH ITS ALL SO GOOD! I love it so much!!!!!!!!!! Million kudos :D

THANK YOU COPPER!!! your support is so, so appreciated — i really hope you know that!!! the mutual excitement for this fic really keeps me going! you are seriously the best. :)

oh, mabel is for sure going to have some Words. she's going to get on their asses about that and about a billion more things. i think when some time passes this bit will be something they look back on with some kind of humor. like dipper and stan will be closer than ever, joking about those few weeks when dipper was constantly giving him shit and hardly speaking to him. like it wont be funny, per se, but they'll be so close that it'll almost feel like a fever dream to look back on, and they'll all share a little laugh looking back at this time. especially the "worlds most anxious preteen boy does all the talking while the worlds best conman has to Just Stand There" bit. mabel will be extremely pleased that her forcing them to play charades ended up paying off.

but all that being said, stan was right in saying that mabel couldn't care less about dipper's criminal activity. as in, she won't think differently of him or be disappointed. dipper's internal monologue was a little idealistic of mabel. in reality, as we see in the traditional drifting stars au, mabel would've had to do similar things to survive. dipper is so hard on himself and anxious that he assumes that he's a fundamentally immoral person and that everyone else in his life (namely his sister) is good and better and incapable of "failing" in the ways that he does.

i think dipper will naturally get desensitized to this feeling because he'll have to. stealing will become one of the top ways they scrape by, so it follows that he'll have to get over his moral values a bit and find a way to rationalize his behavior even though it's in direct opposition to his values. i kind of had to grapple with canon (where stan's criminal activity is played off as a joke nine times out of ten) and actually try to have the characters grapple with this because theft is not a victimless crime, after all. i think as they continue to figure it out and dipper grows older, they'll make more of a pact to try to take from people who are well off. stealing from big corporations and the wealthy ✅ stealing from individuals and small businesses ❌

unfortunately they didnt have a lot of options this chapter.

and AHH, the translator scene! poor dipper. i almost had him pass out at that scene just to make it more relatable and cause i think it fits his character but i wanted to give him a break. but really, uh... are these guys ok? are they eating enough? i should probably know that. also as im writing this im realizing i didnt actually include them drinking any water these past few chapters. everyone assume they've been boiling lake water these past few weeks, okay?

i was really in a rush to get these guys talking and reading and hearing again. the amount of times i wrote dialogue between stan and dipper this chapter and then remembered, oh shit, stan actually still can't hear anything, was WILD. and also the scene where dipper's looking for acksyien's shop wasn't possible without a side character helping him recognize the alien word on the building since they couldn't read yet. it made for some fun world-building, but these new translators will make those things easier. my favorite implied bit i think is that stan and dipper's interdimensional translator collar was basically a giant beacon/sign that announced "i can't read!" to everyone around them.

I'M SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED!! thank you again for all the support. im happy to write all the bonding and there's more where that came from. more, even. a bunch of crazy stuff is about to happen — some of it good, some of it real bad, but at least they'll have each other every step of the way.

probably. hehe.

[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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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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[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.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

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 ……..

[noelle666]

Pathologic VN/DateSim - Burakovsky and Stamatins

I think I need to share some thoughts on those routes cause even though for Daniil my favourite route is and will be Block's I tried the other two. It's not that "painful" to say "no" to Alexander although... yeah. And in case of Artemy - sorry, but Rubiruspex is the one and only option for me, I physically can't chose someone else but Stakh.

Basic info about the project - click me.

Note: English translation of the game is made by a group of enthusiasts and not by game devs, as far as I know. Day 4 is not translated. So I think you can try to contact dev team (see the original post with links, the link to it is at the beginning of this post) and ask them about those enthusiasts if you wish to help this project to be know amongst English speaking fans of Pathologic.

So, let's start with classics - Burakovsky/Burda WARNING! Spoilers below.

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Basically, it is what it is, what you can expect from this romance: Cub (or Bear in Russian, I prefer this term more) is warm, caring, simple guy, he is honest (well, you know who he is), single father of two which is, of course, used in this route. It's pretty cozy story: for example, when you see interaction of Daniil and Murky you feel they can become great family, he reads a book for her making up a story (since the book in written in Steppe language) - the man has a great fantasy, I must say.

On Day 1, if I remember correctly, Daniil finds an amulet which looks different from those he saw during the plague days. He tries to give it to Artemy but he refuses cause "it arrived to your hands" and Daniil is searching for the meaning of this amulet. Turns out the amulet is a "love confession" (Sticky tells about its true meaning), so Daniil gives it to Artemy on Day 4 again now knowing what this will mean and knowing what he feels towards Burakh (they have a very sweet dance scene). But the Haruspex refuses to accept it again saying they need to wait until Tailagan (some steppe holiday which will take place on Day 5) and then if Daniil offers it again Artemy accepts it. So... I think technically they will marry each other. =)

I liked that route even though Burda is not my No1 ship but it's very very warm.

So, and now the twins.

I would say at some point I like it more than Artemy's route. Maybe because interaction with Peter was emotionally stronger in my taste. Let's just say it have some prons and cons to me personally.

General information: twins "scream" "sex drugs and rock-n-roll". Well, mostly "sex" considering the writers decided to portrait their story with Farkhad as a story of three lovers, plus twins also sleep with each other (I am neautral towards it, I've seen beautiful pieces of art with Andrey and Peter being together and I just think it's an obvious thing which can be used in their situation. But in my fanfic I wrote them without this feature, to me they are brothers and that's it but enought about me).

Pros: as I said above, the scene with Peter on Day 4 (and I personally feel more love towards him. Sorry, Andrey, I love you too but...). Daniil and Peter draw together and use it as a therapy to release their pain and struggle (mostly towards the loss of Polyhedron), to put them out of their hearts and heads on a paper. Very enotional episode.

Cons: I don't really like how Andrey acts towards Peter sometimes, it feels like he, the elder brother, is depending on Peter, not vise versa. He finishes Peter's phrases, he tries too hard to be with him. At the same time when we talk to Peter, he tells us he wanted to be more independent at the beginning of his career. So... this relationships looks a bit painful for both of them. And another thing which I didn't like (but it can be treated as a "historical accurate" detail): at the end of Day 4 when three agreed to have sex together (which will happen on Day 5, I'm sure) Daniil offers to bring morphine with him. Why is it historically accurate? At the beginning of XX century many medical doctors were taking morphine, so technically Daniil could be one of them. Still, thankfully, Andrey refused - they already have too much of an alcohole.

But in any case, let us wait for Day 5.