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What's your opinion on the anime? I find it pretty funny, but I can't say that I am not disappointed to see so many scenes missing.

For exemple, I wanted to see Dazai cry laugh at Chuuya's young mistress act, show that it was a joke shared by both of them, rather than one made to us at the expense of Chuuya. They took a genuinely funny moment and made me cringe SO hard for no reason T^T

God i could go on for hours about how Bones ruined this series. I'm obviously thankful we have an anime adaptation but. Well just compare bsd anime to jjk one or smth and yeah.

I will be complaining more under the cut,,

First the overall writing choices:

-Deleting or changing skk scenes to the point im not even shocked when ppl think these two actually somehow hate each other.

-The way they portrayed Sigma. They deleted half of his personality and backstory. And just speedrunned the Sky Casino arc like if seeing that place was giving them nightmares. No wonder he gets mischaracterized now.

-Tachihara's internal conflict about belonging to either Port Mafia or The Hunting Dogs? Bones never heard about it. It's not like IT'S A VERY IMPORTANT PLOT POINT.

-Akutagawa's whole character in the anime is just 'edgy and angry and bad grr'. In the manga he had some 'kind' or even seelf-reflection moments that were ommited in the anime. Like where he realizes defeating Atsushi didn't satisfy him (ship fight, season 1). Or when he gives files about the orphanage Director to Atsushi and says he won't fight him today because he lost someone impirtant to him. Sskk vs Fukuchi fight?? No scene where Sskk r helping each other walk. Instead we get Akutagwa just pushing Atsushi away. Won't even start on that last smile that looked more like another angry expression.

-THE WAY THEY CHANGED "DAZAI'S ENTRANCE EXAM" INTO SOME CURRENT TIMELINE EPISODES. IT MAKES ME SO ANGRY LIKE. THIS NOVEL WAS SO GOOD. Showing both Dazai and Kunikida's characters and partnership so well. But no. Let's just??? Put Atsushi there. Let's delete the fact this thing happened 2 years ago. And let's delete everything that was actually important about it, too.

-also some changes in the Dark Era arc. Like. Lord. Dazai is so much more emotional in the novel. His expressions r described so well. But the anime either shows him from the back at those moments (him finding out Oda was almost killed by a sniper in Ango's room) or just deletes/changes the thing (Oda dying. This scene is so emotional in the novel. From the description u can tell Dazai was crying/on the verge of it as Odasaku died. But in the anime he looks calm and then we get a far aeay frame and he just. Gets up and that's it yeah.) They also deleted the scene of him visiting Oda's grave.

-The way they rushed seasons 4 and 5. Just to give us an episode that goes further than the manga and has the shittiest writing ever when it comes to skk's plan revelation (im so angry about this u guys have no idea. I sincerely believe that if this episode never came out, the manga would go differently bc there's no way that Asagiri who wrote things like Stormbringer suddenly thought that some dollar store vampire make up will fool a guy who's centuries old and literally lived next to vampires. But well!! Seems like these two speeches Dazai gave weren't important at all and now we can just forget about them yippiee)

I could definitely mention WAYY more examples of that but this is already long af. Like guys. I know u cant fit everything in an animated show. It takes time to make it and all but. Bro. The character's in the anime r so shallow compared to their original versions.

Now onto the artstyle of the anime.

Lord. U know? It was actually pretty in the first 2 seasons. The official arts at the time were also really nice to look at.

No idea what happened later. Why did Bones suddenly decide that those ugly turtle smiles r gonna become the main thing in the character design. Why so many fisheyes. Atp sometimes i look at the official art and i go oh lord even i could fix it. It really feels like they draw some characters ugly on purpose now (Chuuya being the main victim for unknown reasons).

Tho i must say they have their moments even now. Some last episodes of season 5 weren't really bad, especially the Meursault part (love them for animating Dazai and Sigma dancing so well. And for that 101 animation. And maybe for the heartattack they gave me with 109 and Chuuya shooting Dazai so many times.)

On some other things, i really like the music! Bsd openings and endings never miss,,,

#sab q&a #tumblr crashed when i was half into writing that and i had to start from the beginning again but it's no longer as detailed bc >:(#my relationship with bones looks like that: i would like to see stormbringer animated but im actually scared of seeing it animated #not because its sad but because there r very high chances that Bones will completely ruin it too #if u want me to talk solely about the manga vs anime skk then yeah just tell me i can do that too muah #sab yapping

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anonymouschishiyaimaginesandmore · 1 year

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[Scrubs_MD]

Minors, do not read! Contains mentions of smutty behavior!

MASTERLIST (up-to-date)

This is Part 1 !!HERE!! is Part 2

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Alice in Borderland/Imawa no Kuni no Alice characters or original stories, only the plot of this fanfic. Alice in Borderland/Imawa no Kuni no Alice characters and original storyline belong to Haro Aso, who made the Manga the Series is based on.

Trigger Warning: Explicit Smut Summery: Chishiya x female OC that I gave a Name for this Story

Asana was a good kid when she grew up. She came from a good family with a good background and good parents that just happen to be, you guessed it, good.

And all that stuff stayed that way until Asa, how she preferred to get called, was old enough to start Uni and it just happened to be in Japan’s most populated City, but hey it wasn’t her fault, like her siblings tend to treat it.

It was just that the stuff she wanted to study could be nowhere better archived than there, tho Asa didn’t mind not having to share her room and privacy with the younger ones, so of course she moved. Sadly, the country bumpkin soon had to find out that living in the big City, especially the fancy part of Shibuya was one hell of an expensive place.

Everywhere she looked, prices were bambooing into the sky and Asa didn’t even put the cost of each university year into account. She was constantly running low. Her wallet was dry and empty and the times she did got her twitching fingers on some coin, groceries and other necessities pulled them out again almost instantly. Damn life but meh.

While she did find a cheap place to stay, sharing an apartment with 5 other roommates, money still was tight and the chances to get a job outside of school and work, since all the time she wasn’t spending inside of a lecture hall, was taken by patients in the hospital, running around and demanding her attention while constantly dying, nonexistent.

But Asa didn’t mind it. She loved medicine, it has always been her dream of becoming a doctor so a parttime job had to fill the same gaps of her free time hours and what would be better than Camming right?

One of her Roommates, a girl that already left since she made a good amount of money on the side and didn’t need to share her space anymore, brought up the Idea, splitting the tea and telling poor naïve Asa about all the adventures she had online by showing off her body and moving in sultry ways that were meant to attract horny guys with too much paper in their pockets. And she did.

Since the girl showed Asa the numbers on her account, that just seemed way too unbelievable to be true but didn’t look horrendous enough to forget and asking her if she wanted to join her in a session, things kind of got out of hand fast.

So before Asa could really say what happened, the roommate has left the apartment and Asa picked up where the girl left with her own show, dancing and jumping and flirting on demand.

The roommate has shared some knowledge and Asa was already kind of introduced after a few accompanied sessions, so things did start off smoothy and after a few of her own shows, the young girl has gotten completely used to share her privacy anew. This time with strangers and showing off a lot of skin.

Thirsty Lorelay just started her newest session, come and join her!

Chishiya read the popped-up message at the right side of his screen, while scrolling thru pictures with links to boring Cam shows he already tried but didn’t thrill him in any way.

None of them attracted his lingering desire to get entertained for the night. Not since he dived into the erotic part of the darknet, watching woman undress and moan on his command.

It did have a lot of interesting advantages to tell someone exactly how to behave in front of him, instead of watching already filmed movies where he had no say in how things could possibly turn out and more importantly turn him on. Chishiya has found himself drawn more and more to the forbidden entertainment of online girls.

He was a man after all. The want to get off in a thrilling way came from time to time and it was also a good action to blow off pent up steam.

His dads credit card was the best way to get it and soon Chishiya found himself among other horny people, cheering and promising good money to see more and more of a person, tho he was rather of the silent lingering in a corner type, that overwatched the situation and the people’s reaction to every bit of falling clothing and exposed skin.

The VPN he created at the very beginning of his dive into adventurous streams, made sure to hide his location and that was a precautionary measure he just didn’t want to miss.

In case some hacker would try to trace back his location to frame or blackmail him for payment, Chishiya was safe at least with the newest and best software he could get for his money. No way he would let that happen. Chishiya was too smart of a guy to risk such measures, so he always made sure to hide his IP Adress as good as possible with the newest program and all his might.

However, this action also gave him the wonderful opportunity to watch and explore Cam shows that have been restricted for his location. He knew that some of the girls he watched weren’t dumb enough to pose half naked and then share their identity online, so they could be blamed and found out as the hot but dirty girl the husband or boyfriend or whatever man watched the show, blamed them to be.

People had things to lose. Reputations, their name and their face among family and friends, so, on some occasions, Chishiya turned all other locations off just to see the cam shows that were normally hidden from him.

It gave him the extra kick to know that the girls he enjoyed had no idea he could be their Neighbor or collage or maybe just the guy standing next to them in the underground train.

The show of Thirsty Lorelay asked for 3 000 yen as an entrance fee, but the first 5 minutes were free of charge, so Chishiya decided to take a look what this sinful siren could offer him for his money. His day has been boring. His supervisor didn’t like how much more Chishiya knew about certain aspects the man had to learn more then 10 years ago, so he let him run lap tests instead of joining in on examinations.

What a looser, Chishiya thought. Jealous of a guy half his age. It wasn’t the blond mans fault he was smarter than this old saggy balls neighbor whose wife was probably fucking the pool boy while he had to teach med students how to not kill people the first seconds they entered the ER.

Chishiya taped on his tablets screen that he carried with him everywhere, so he could work and study from the small bistro he liked to enjoy his coffee, all to the library he spends most of his free time in.

The chat took a while too load. Apparently, his newest addition to the list of possible strangers from the street, moaning for him on demand, had a good sum of visitors and Chishiya immediately knew why.

The way the girl, surely not older than him, swayed her hips while laying down on the bed in front of the camera to greet everyone and thanking them for joining her, spoke of someone who was used to this kind of behavior online.

Surely not an amateur and Chishiya smiled to himself, when she read his username, commenting on the nice choice of avatar. It was his upper body, aside from his face. Nude and almost completely hairless with light hints of muscles and a chiseled V-line pointing towards his groin like an arrow.

Chishiya was just not the type to work out constantly, he had to time for it, nor the ambition and his body was showing that, but he was lean, and his skin had a healthy and nice tone with a slightly raised chest and a flat abdomen.

The happy trail showed the dark trimmed hair of his and led down to the black hem of his confinements. That was all he was sharing of himself and with small delight, the blond med student watched the girl bite her lower lip, chewing on it for seconds before releasing it and blowing him a kiss.

One, just for him.

She then went on telling everyone how her day went, unbuttoning her plain boring floral shirt that she probably used to wear all day.

Thirsty Lorelay: “I was shopping” she retold the happening “And there was this guy an isle behind me, watching very obviously how I bend over to get something from the lowest part of the shelf. I felt his eyes on me and I swear I could hear him lick his dry fucking lips.”

She giggled amused while one button followed the next one revealing more and more skin too slow for his liking, but okay, she just started, so the blond man forgave her for teasing him.

Thirsty Lorelay: “Then I thought maybe he was one of you guys and you know what? That totally got me creaming my panties.”

Me too, Chishiya thought, imagining the good-looking patient his collage had today could have been thirsty Lorelay. His flaccid dick twitch under the stiff cover of his pants and the blond man took in a deep breath.

Thirsty Lorelay: “Just thinking one of you could be watching me right then and there, doing my every day and thinking nothing bad could happen”

The last button popped, and the girl slid open the fabric, offering a good view of red lace lingerie that was in no way on the same level of practical clothing like the ugly shirt.

Thirsty Lorelay: “That turned me on so much, I would have loved to know what he was thinking”

“Sure, you did” Chishiya said to himself, scoffing a little too sarcastic. He knew all the girl told him right now, was probably a lie. Maybe she did go grocery shopping this day, but her kind doesn’t tend to view creeps in the wild the same way they did online. After all, why else would she hide her identity if it would be different. The black cotton mask around her eyes wasn’t there to cover possible wrinkles she sure didn’t possess.

No matter, her sultry spoken words indicated something else and the way she turned from a boring no one to a hidden gem right in front of him, was enough to pull him into the fantasy.

Thirsty Lorelay: “The guy sadly did nothing, thought a small bump here and a nice grind there would have been very welcomed.”

The girl winked suggestive and Chishiya slid deeper into his chair. He was at home. The tablet on his lap, hold up by angled legs, watching Fullscreen how an everyday girl told him about fantasies while undressing in the slowest way possible.

Thirsty Lorelay: “What would you guys do if you would met me outside and you knew who I am but I have no idea who you are?”

The shirt slipped over her shoulders while the girl arched her back, titling her head to the side and giving everyone a nice view of just how charming she was.

Thirsty Lorelay: “Would you come over and speak to me?”

Fabric lowered more and more, until her arms were trapped behind her back, hold in place by the ugly shirt she wore moments ago. The round lines of her breasts ended where the fabric begun and even tho it hit so much of precious skin, its tight hugging features also revealed more and more of her wonderful appetizing curves, turning her into an erotic wanking remedy he just couldn’t reach.

Thirsty Lorelay: “Would you tell me how beautiful I am?”

Her chest rose while her voice lowered to an electrifying tone. Dark eyes fluttered shut while her back kept arching towards the camera and she sighed in a hopeless frustrated manner that instantly shot a sign from his brain to his defined dick, still caged between layers of fabric.

Thanks to her behavior, goosebumps raised all over Chishiyas body and he became painfully aware how stiff his neck has gotten over the day, as he leaned forward to get a closer view of the stream unfolding in front of him.

Thirsty Lorelay: “How much you want to drag me out of here and find the next place to ravish me?”

Chishiya watched how her set up posture, sitting back on legs and kept up by knees, parted shameless thighs, promising guilty pleasure but not showing anything besides small pieces of skin he already discovered. He wanted more. Needed it.

To see demanded it now. Growing more and more impatient with every oh so small move the girl far away from him did right now, Chishiya panted now so close against his tablet, fog was building up on the plastic screen, making him realize how much off a fool he was making of himself and sitting back, slightly annoyed at his own want.

She was obviously not willing to let the man in him see what he wanted. Yet. But Chishiya knew that all streams eventually went the same way, and he could wait. Just for now. While a tiny bit of hope raised in him that maybe, just maybe he would have a wonderful evening today after that terrible work he had to endure.

Thirsty Lorelay: “I would have loved that”

With those words, the girl bit her finger and fell on her back, giggling like crazy and wiggling her spine, while her ass slightly raised from the sheets under her, swinging left and right in a playful matter. Then, said finger started its own adventure down her upper body, making every watching person oh so aware of how fast her breath was going.

It begun at her chin and Chishiya gulped, as she drew the outlines of her lips before the small digit withed lower towards her chest and between soft hills of untouched land, to her navel where she drew some rounds, before parting and stopping at the hem of her plaid flat skirt that hid all too well what so many man craved right now.

Thirsty Lorelay: “Where would you have taken me?” she asked further “Your home? To your bed? Or would the situation make you so impatient, that the next ally would have to do?”

The Chat went nuts. Chishiya watched how man after man wrote down sentences of locations, offering way too much of their own information, while explaining what they would do to her if they could get her into their hands.

[SelflessLover69]: I would take my time with you and get you home.

[BigBratThatLovesItHard]: You deserve some nice cock

[HornyDudeNextDoor]: Damn Lory you look so hot

[Masturbator666]: Tie you up and give it to you hard

[Arouse_Me_Mommy]: I bet that sweet mouth knows how to suck good dick

[NaughtyBoy_123]: Shit I could come right over that belly

[AnnonymousGuest]: Be a good girl and you get what you want Lory

[FriskyMe78]: What a sweetheart you are

[RideMyFace]: Baby girl knows what she wants

Chishiya saw plenty of these comments appear. They all tried to outdo eachother and get the girls attention, while she did nothing but tracing her exposed upper body with lost fingers.

Thirsty Lorelay: “Tze tze tze you guys are so dirty” the performer said, shaking her index finger in front of the camera “So impatient” her tongue was pressed against the front of her lips while she moved her head from left to right, smiling all devilish “Your lewd comments alone could make me cum” hips raised to meet the oncoming touch.

Lorelay rose back to sit on her legs. Knees dig deep into the white sheets of her blanket while she sighed in played frustration again, before suddenly her face shifted into a devilish grin with mischievously glinting eyes.

Thirsty Lorelay: “But not today bad boys” she said, reaching for something behind the camera, retrieving it with a purple something in hand and giving the new toy a long, wet and tonguely lick “Today…I want you guys to ravish me with your looks. You think you can do that?” kissing the tip and winking at the lens and everyone behind it.

Again, the Chat went berserk, answering with so many yes’s and pleads, the smaller comments on her appearances got drowned in seconds.

Chishiya watched with raising impressment how the girl that barely undressed in any way already had her crowd cheering in madness, dropping money with wishes and asks for a private chat. But Lorelay ignored them mostly, turning on the vibrating function of her new purple toy and letting it explore her body.

Thirsty Lorelay: “I think” she said reaching her navel anew, the upper part plunging into the way too tiny hole, what made her abdomen flex and retract and forced small gasps out of her sinful throat “Today, there won’t be any penetration.”

[Masturbator666]: Oh no

[AnnonymousGuest]: Why?

Thirsty Lorelay: “I have been such a bad girl, you guys should have seen me at work”

[XXX_SmexyMe_XXX]: Work sucks

[NaughtyBoy_123]: What happened?

[BabyMaker53]: I would have fucked you on my desk if we met at work

[MilfPounder_XX]: You would look so pretty on my cock

[RideMyFace]: Baby girl can ride me all day

Thirsty Lorelay: “My supervisor told me to do something, and I was soouuu bratty” the vibrator moved lower “I didn’t move a finger” right over her hidden cunt “Not a single one” pressing hard against the flesh and eliciting a long desperate mewl “I have such terrible manners” she gasped and Chishiya parted his legs go give his growing bulge more space.

[BigBratThatLovesItHard]: Such a selfish baby

[Ass_on_Me]: So spoiled

Thirsty Lorelay: “He should have spanked me, maybe then I would have listened”

The vibrator went along her thighs and Chishiya saw the goosy flesh pimpling all over her otherwise so smooth skin. He was already addicted to count each one of them, probably hard before he reached even half.

[BabyMaker53]: I forgive you

[HornyDudeNextDoor]: I would ruin you instead

The girl giggled again, letting out a long mhmm as the toy disappeared under her skirt and Chishiya went back to huff and puff against the screen, fogging it all over again.

Thirsty Lorelay: “But we can still have so much fun”

[ProneBoner]: Take off the skirt!!

[RickSpanks]: Show me some skin

[BabyMaker]: Yeah take off the skirt

[Sir_ Cum_a_lot]: We wanna see some good pussy

[BiggusDickus]: Let the London bridge come down!

Thirsty Lorelay: “You guys want me to take off my skirt?”

The chat started cheering, chanting words repeatedly that told her to yes, take off the skirt. Pleads over pleads all begging for the same thing while all she did was snicker all giddily.

Chishiya, under the username Scrubs_MD couldn't help but chuckle at the desperate commands some man did. His eyes followed the toy as she set it aside carefully, then back to her fingers grabbing the zipper on her right hip, pulling it down agonizingly slowly.

Thirsty Lorelay: “You want me naked so fast?”

Again, many yes toppled the chat.

Thirsty Lorelay: “Greedy boys. So impatient”

But Lorelay did what the chat asked her to do and pulled the zipper down, revealing more lingerie in red scandalous lace. Until now, only her thin waist promised what could await a man if he got lucky enough to do meet her in real life, but now it peaked and giving the cheering mass hope for a glance all over. The skirt fell and Chishiya bit his lip, chewing on the sensitive skin as his cock jumped in joy.

What a tease this girl was. Other performer would have already taken off all their clothes, leaving maybe a bra on or just the panties, but Lorelay was still wearing too much for the blond mans liking. He couldn’t wait to see more and so Chishiya tapped the screen, typing a number that he knew only the girl could see.

And she saw it. The message of Scrubs_MD popped up on Asa’s screen, offering her 7 000 yen if she took of her underwear. It made her smile to herself, knowing how much this guy was thriving to see her most inner parts. To have her all on display and enjoy her looks, while telling her how beautiful she was. Back in her hometown, no one ever told her that.

She was nothing more than a Daisy among others. She was called cute and sweet and on some occasions lovely, but never has any man craved to see more of her, obsessed at the thought what she could hide under baggy hoodies and washed out jeans. This Chat was different. All those men wanted her. Begged for her attention and paid money for the tiniest bit sinful skin that only she could offer.

The blissful moments she gave herself were all situations that those man hoped to see more and more of and here she was, depriving Scrubs_MD of a way too soon end, knowing damn well that it would only make him want her more if she kept playing with him.

Thirsty Lorelay: “Nice try, scrubs, but you gotta have to wait like everyone else”

The skirt fell nonetheless and exposed more delicate slick skin, pristine and unspoiled.

No I don’t, Chishiya thought, typing another number and sending away the offer, sure this time he would get what he paid for.

Asa read the new number looking directly into the camera and cocking her head while flashing a seductive discreed smile only for him.

Thirsty Lorelay: “Nah ah, what a stubborn boy you are”

The blond doctor was sure he had her where she wanted. After all, the numbers had doubled and if he was honest, it was the highest he ever paid to have a girl undress in an open chat, but to his surprise, the girl refused again, what weirdy made him proudly puffing his chest up.

Now that he didn’t get what he wanted, Chishiya couldn’t wait to see what was worth more than 14 000 yen. His eyes scanned the girls body up and down. There was a scar on her waist right above her appendix that obviously has been taken out years ago when she was younger and one on her left side, right where her strongest muscle was beating steady, so Chishiya indicated that she also had a heart surgery long ago, since the scar tissue had paled to a nice ivory tint.

On her left thigh there was a collection of small reddish dots. 5 Moles so close to eachother forming the oddly close form of the constellation Cassiopeia. Chishiya narrowed his eyes, squinting while almost faceplanting on his tablet. It looked exactly like the constellation.

It can’t be, Chishiya thought, leaning back into his chair. No way this was a natural birthmark. The blond man was sure it had to be tattooed on her skin, but the fact that at least 3 of them looked a little frayed, told him differently.

He observed now with higher interest how the female camgirl grabbed her toy again and fell to her side, laying completely down and giving everyone a good look of how Leonardo Di ’Caprio would have drawn this not so french girl.

The Vibration made a comeback and disappeared immediately between her legs, hidden by her thighs side that had the 5 small dots playing with Chishiyas mind. Her back arched upwards as the tip likely traced the clothed part of her folds, maybe even dipping in? Who knows.

The crowd could only speculate on it and so could Chishiya. Looking for signs of her body that could indicate that the pleasure she displayed to have, was real or faked. His eyes took more and more of her every move in, making his own heart race with anticipation.

Then it happened. Her free hand reached for her chest, opening the front clip with skilled fingers and Chishiya catched himself holding his breath, while wait for the cups to pile away, but the fabric stayed where it was, not revealing anything and Chishiya groaned annoyed at cursing the stupid designers of this erotic piece of clothing that again deprived him of the least bit of fun he could have set his eyes on.

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tessenpai · 1 year

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Kono Oto Tomare Chapter 125 Scans and Rough TL

Disclaimer: Please DO NOT use this translation to make your own TL of the chapter!! The KOT TL group works very hard to give you the most accurate translation, that does as much justice to the original script as possible. This is a ROUGH translation. That means is faulty and there must be mistakes in certain places. This is just for impatient people like myself to get a grasp on what is going on in the chapter! You can REFERENCE my TL if you want to discuss the chapter but never USE it as it was your own.

Scans:

Page 1

Uzuki: Um, here.

Uzuki: The transportation and food expenses.

Isaki: Huh? I'm not accepting money from a child. Get that out of my face.

Chapter Title: Chibana's Song

Uzuki: Because... I'm a... child...

Isaki: You're a naive little shit no matter how you slice it.

Uzuki: Little shit...

Side text: The child that still doesn't know love...

Page 2

Isaki: In this kind of moment a "Thanks for the food" is more than enough.

Uzuki: ...Thanks for the food...

Isaki: Very good.

Isaki: Well then, I will see you here at 9AM tomorrow.

Tetsuki: Cough- Cough

Tetsuki: Wh----

Uzuki: ...

Page 3

Isaki: Don't you dare run away.

Uzuki: She wouldn't take it...

Uzuki [thoughts]: Just like Chika. Chika's aunt.

Isaki [memory]: You're a naive little shit.

Page 4

Uzuki: Munch munch

Isaki: Will you look at that, you ate everything.

Isaki: Atta boy.

Page 5

Uzuki [thoughts]: It has been a long time since I finished a meal.

Uzuki [thoughts]: It... had flavor

Uzuki [thoughts]: ---A family restaurant

Uzuki: You didn't have to be family to go in...

Uzuki [thoughts]: Even something like that

Uzuki [thoughts]: I-

Page 6

Isaki: "You're going too far". You're thinking that, aren't you, Takaoka-kun?

Tetsuki: Well, honestly, I'm not that kind so I believe that leaving him alone would be fine.

Isaki: Ahaha, thought so.

Tetsuki: ---but

Tetsuki: The adults around me gave me an incredibly blessed environment to grow up in.

Page 7

Tetsuki: It was given to receive love from my parents.

Tetsuki: To be scolded and admonished.

Tetsuki: The back that served as an example was always in front of me.

Tetsuki: The hand that supported me and taught me to believe in myself.

Tetsuki: I know that I have so many choices.

Tetsuki: I am who I am because of that support.

Page 8

Tetsuki: Without that foundation

Tetsuki: I do believe it's pretty hard to climb up from the bottom by yourself.

Tetsuki: So the fact that you offered him a helping hand is---

Isaki: Eeeeeeeeeh, that's so grown up---...

Isaki: Takaoka-kun, are you truly a student?

Tetsuki: Huh...

Isaki: I'm very sorry, but is really not that deep.

Isaki: I simply wanted to watch Uzuki's defeated face next to me.

Tetsuki: Eh?

Page 9

Isaki: Nah, I'm just half-joking

Tetsuki [thoughts]: Meaning half of that was true...

Isaki: When it comes to music, it doesn't reach everyone equally.

Isaki: When I saw Uzuki today

Isaki: It just made me think

Isaki: "Ah, if this kid, in the state he is in, were to listen to Chika and de rest's performance..."

Page 10

Isaki: "He might just drown in despair"

Isaki: That's not what Chika wanted, right?

Isaki: Ah, I'm not saying I don't trust in their performance, ok!? I do believe in them but--

Tetsuki: I understand Please look forward.

Isaki: Well, it's not like it would make a huge difference if he listens with someone else.

Isaki: He might be just fine listening on his own, but

Page 11

Isaki: I just don't want Chika to regret calling him.

Isaki: Well, in short, this is my ego talking.

Tetsuki: I see.

Isaki: "I see"?

Isaki: Takaoka-kun, aren't you getting a little bit too comfortable with me?

Tetsuki: Hahaha

Isaki: I'm gonna take you for a ride now

Tetsuki: I'm very sorry.

Isaki: Oh, it's already 4PM.

Isaki: We had lunch at midday, didn't we?

Tetsuki: That's right...

Isaki: Then Chika and the others must be...

Page 12

Isaki: About to end the first day.

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Sign: Osaka Prefecture. Chibana Girl High School.

Song: "Higurashi" (Evening Cicada) written by Nakanoshima Kinnichi.

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Atsumu [thoughts]: It's Yamada style... I can't help but feel some kind of kinship.

Atsumu [thoughts]: The name "Higurashi"(Cicada) really evokes the summer---...

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Satowa[thoughts]: Rain shower...

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Takezou [Thoughts]: Woah, the sound is so good.

Takezou [thoughts]: There is a bitterness and depth to it.

Takezou[thoughts]: It harmonizes...

Natsu[thoughts]: Tsk It's good.

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Akira: It seems like Chibana always participates with a "Utamono (Lyrical)" song.

Mittsu: Lyrical!

Sane: Is that like the "Perversion of Water" performance you played, Akira-sensei?

Akira: You even remember the name of the song.

Sane: That's because it was a performance that changed everything for us by hearing the very first note.

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Akira: Thank you very much!

Natsu: If it's lyrical, does that mean there are parts where they sing to some lyrics?

Akira: I wouldn't call them that...

Akira: The song is challenging to sing because of its unique vocalization and verse arrangement.

Akira: In the performance, one note in the song has many elements packed into a single letter.

Akira: And above that, you have to do it while playing...

Sane: We could never...

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Chika: But if they always rank high, that means that...

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Akira[thoughts]: I've never heard singing express so much...

Tsukaji[thoughts]: As expected of their "Lyrical". A school that has always protected its spot at the top.

Tsukaji[thoughts]: As if it has been carefully passed down from generation to generation

Tsukaji[thoughts]: The thickness and depth of the sound and the colorful voices combined with it---.

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Tsukaji: The unique and incomparable Sound Of Chibana.

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Sfx: [Sound of cicadas]

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Sfx: Woaah

Sfx: Clap clap clap

Sfx: Waaaaah!

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Atsumu [sfx]: Drip drip

Natsu: Woah What is it?

Atsumu: It just kind of reminded me of my Grandpa.

Natsu: Well, it was a fine performance A shame tho.

Atsumu: Yeah!! I really liked it!!

Hiro: The singing was amazing wasn't it?

Takezou: Right? It was really surprising--

Sane: This is bad---...

Mittsu: I could hear the cicadas singing.

Kota: I'm tone-deaf so I'm so impressed---

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Chika [thoughts]: The koto, song, and sound... It was a song that really cherished every single one of them...

Chika[thoughts]: To people who have been accumulating these sounds. I wonder if I've made these people feel bad without my knowledge.

Chika[thoughts]: I thought I didn't care what other people thought about me, but---...

Chika [thoughts]: ....Ahh--....

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Chika[thoughts]: Dammit...

Takezou: ...Hey, Kudo-kun. The sound really lets everything out in the open.

Chika: Eh?

Takezou: Those people's true essence.

Satowa: !

Chika: Yeah...

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Takezou: I'm very much looking forward for them to listen to our performance

Chika:-----

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Chika: Yeah!

Satowa: Kudo, I'll give you these.

Chika: Eh?

Satowa: Candy that cheers you up.

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Chika: These are my favorites! How come you have them!?

Satowa: Ch- chance?

Hiro [thoughts]: Satowa-chan...

Narration: On the first day of the Koto Music Division of the Japanese Music Festival, the 32 schools finished their performances.

Side text: Even unvoiced thoughts will be conveyed.

---Kono Oto Tomare! will continue in the next issue---

#kono oto tomare!#kono oto tomare #kot #sounds of life #stop this sound!#kot!#rough tl #translation #kono oto tomare spoilers #kono oto tomare 125 #kono oto tomare! 125 #kot 125 #kot! 125 #Spotify

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[Contains spoilers for Akumu no Sumu Ie]

In the manga it was just mentioned in passing that Naru and the others built a barricade of furniture in front of the full-length mirror, but in the novel they actually used the monitors from the base, too. So it got me wondering if Naru will worry about his monitors when it's time to start cleaning/packing up XD

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"Well then," Matsuzaki-san said, "what will we do with those?" She pointed at the heap of broken monitors by the full-length mirror.

By now most of the furniture used for the barricade had been returned to their proper places, and the chaos in the Agawas' residence had begun to wind down. All that remained to be organized were SPR's equipment. Half of it stayed miraculously safe within the base, while the other half was pushed to an unobstructive corner of the corridor.

"I don't mind cleaning up, but man..." Bou-san shook his head regretfully. "It kinda hurts seeing these high-quality monitors destroyed." He turned to Noll, who was leaning by the wall and overseeing the cleanup. "Sensei, are these insured?"

Noll shrugged. "They’re not so expensive as to qualify for insurance."

Mai interjected with a sideward tilt of her head, "But didn’t we use all of our monitors? Even if one monitor isn't expensive, wouldn’t twenty actually cost a lot?"

That gave him pause. She had a point.

"And didn't we upgrade to these monitors just before you went home?" she added. "Wouldn’t you get in trouble with SPR?" He saw the first signs of worry lining her face, and he couldn’t help frowning, too.

Again, she was correct.

While Noll had been fortunate enough to be awarded a research grant by the Londenberg Foundation, his balance was unfortunately not unlimited. Asking for more money as soon as he arrived in Japan and a mere few months after being given a generous special grant didn't seem feasible.

However, a potentially fatal situation called for emergency measures. Surely he could appeal to both reason and sympathy when he begged.

Slightly relieved by his conclusion, he replied, "Don't worry about it."

"Hah. You're awfully confident, aren't you?"

"I'm the most valuable asset of SPR, after all." Rather than a reply, it was more of a reminder to himself.

His team stared at him with thunderstruck expressions. Now that they'd uncovered his identity, they were also aware of his credentials. They wouldn't be able to refute him.

He smirked, even as he scrambled for a plan to report this to SPR in a way that would generate funds instead of reprimands.

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This was in Naru's pov, but without his reasoning behind his replies everyone would be like

Mai, devastated: 'Y-You—! You narcissist!'

Bou-san, resigned: '...It's true and he has the right to say that... I guess...'

Ayako, blasé: 'What a narcissist.'

Masako, frsutrated: 'Why do I like this guy?!'

John, troubled: 'Shibuya-san...'

Lin, already suffering because he knows he'll be handling the paperwork: '...'

Anyway, what do you think? Will Naru worry about the monitors or is he too valuable an asset to care? Lmao!

#ghost hunt #akumu no sumu ie #naru #oliver davis #LetNaruCareForHisMonitors2k23 #writings #tbh i forgot why i even fixated on that detail #OTL

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violetsaffron5 · 2 years

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Infinity

5 | Morning After

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x f!Reader

Morning after with Gojo, and meet Geto.

Words: 3417

cw/an: Get walked in on, Geto's an ass, Gojo being cocky & stealing panties

Waking in the morning, you stretch out, wiggling your hands and toes, as a smile spreads across your lips. Turning over, you expect to see Satoru lying on his side of the bed, but it’s empty and sheets hastily thrown around.

Sitting up, you take the time to look around the room. Obviously, by the bed, it’s his bedroom – or at least you hope. You would seriously be wondering if he brought you to some random room and left you here on your own if the room didn’t have his things scattered about.

Looking around, his room matches his side of the bed. Disheveled. Clothes overflowing from the laundry basket next to the dresser, a few manga and books strewn around. He seems like the kind of guy that would have a TV in his room, but as far as you can tell, that’s lacking.

There’s also no personal photos hung up or placed on the wall, dresser, or nightstands. Just simple decorations akin to a personal decorator using.

Standing, you bounce on the tips of your toes noting how good you feel. It must be a perk from being able to take so much energy from Satoru. There hasn’t been a time where you’ve felt this alive. No sore or achy muscles, no slight twinge of a hunger that’s still present.

You feel… satisfied. For the first time in as long as you can remember.

On the other side of the dresser is a door, which is cracked open, so you noisily peek inside. It’s a large walk-in closet with more clothes than you could imagine and an island filled with ties, watches, and other expensive looking items. At least it’s clean in there.

You hum to yourself and gently close the door, making your way to the other door, the bathroom. Inside has a large walk-in shower and a bathtub, both big enough to fit at least ten people. You wonder briefly if he’s ever had that many in at one time but quickly shake those thoughts away, not really wanting to know the answer to that question.

On the marble counter with his and hers sinks, you notice a packaged toothbrush and a hastily scribbled note with your name on it.

After brushing your teeth, you check yourself in the mirror, lifting his shirt to your nose. It still smells like him; citrus and pine, which makes you smile.

Walking out of his bedroom, you see it’s at the end of a long hallway, the doors to the other rooms shut. You decide not to open them, trying not to be a pest since you’re a guest in his home and you already looked around his bedroom and bathroom.

Satoru’s in the kitchen standing at the stove, making something, shirtless with only gray sweatpants on. You stand at the end of the stairs watching him, wondering how he’s able to make gray sweatpants look effortlessly sexy.

He turns, grinning wide as he eyes you from head to toe, liking the way you look in his oversized shirt. He also can’t wait to get it off you before he needs to leave for his mission, but unfortunately that’s going to have to wait because even though you filled one hunger last night, you hadn’t actually eaten anything since yesterday morning. And neither has he.

“Like what you see? You can take a picture.” He teases, turning from the stove to place several plates of food on the kitchen island.

“Sorry,” you mutter quickly, realizing you’d been staring for some time, “this is just so incredibly weird to me. How do you feel?”

“Like I just ran a very dirty marathon,” your smile is contagious as you take a seat across from him. He slides a plate of food across the island, determined to keep some distance, at least for now.

As you’re eating, you take the time to look over the rest of his space. A large open kitchen, filled with stainless steel appliances and marble countertops. The living room is large, maybe even larger than the kitchen with floor length windows leading out to a patio with a gorgeous view of the Tokyo skyline.

There are abstract paintings on the wall, judging by the size of his place, he clearly has money, and a place like this is sure to come with its own personal decorator.

“You know, you’re pretty attentive in bed. I didn’t expect that.” You point your fork at him while nodding after taking a bite.

“Yeah, well, I have a strict ladies first policy,” he flashes his eyebrows.

“Do you cook like this for all your women, or am I special?”

His kitchen is messy, with eggs, milk and bowls laying around from cooking this morning. And maybe you shouldn’t be too surprised, based on the sight of his bedroom, but you are. He could have cleaned as he cooked, but to each their own, you suppose.

“You’re certainly something, Infinity.” He teases while you groan and roll your eyes, getting out of the seat to put the plate in his sink.

You don’t make it far before he cages you in, hands splayed on his counter, on either side of your waist, leaning in closer and closer with a salacious grin, eyes looking over your face, like he’s trying to memorize every feature, every pore.

And then you’re facing the counter, before you’ve so much as registered the heat of his body on your front. He’s so incredibly close now, lips ghosting past the fabric of his shirt on your shoulder, up your neck to your ear.

It feels as if he’s pressed up against you, even with his cologne infiltrating your senses you know he’s not. It’s lacking the warmth his body had last night.

“Has anyone fucked you as good as I have?” He whispers in the shell of your ear, a shiver making its way between your legs.

He pushes into you now, the overwhelming force dissipating, his hard length pushing into your ass as his hand slides between your legs, running a finger between your folds.

Trying your best to concentrate, you shake your head and gasp, leaning into his shoulder as he presses gently on your clit, letting out a low chuckle.

“Are you always this wet?” He purrs, eyes lidded with lust as he kisses along your jaw, wondering if this is special, just for him.

He should give you some kudos for being able to distract him so effortlessly because he didn’t register the lone person walking down the corridor to his apartment, let alone his front door opening.

“Fuck,” Satoru groans quietly, taking a deep breath resting his forehead against your shoulder, “really, just walking in, Suguru?”

“How was I supposed to know you had someone here?”

“You couldn’t feel her?” Satoru sighs, adjusting himself before pulling away.

“You couldn’t tell I was coming down the hall?” The man retorts as you adjust yourself and feel your cheeks heat in embarrassment of getting caught, quite literally with a hand between your legs.

The man is tall, almost as tall as Satoru with his black hair pulled into a bun with a small section left out, dangling in front of his face. He’s in a black uniform similar to what you’ve seen Satoru in before, but with baggier pants.

Looking at Satoru, you hope there’s some sort of explanation, but receive nothing. In fact, he doesn’t even look horrified like you do, he’s standing with his hands in his pocket, bickering with who you assume is his friend, without a care in the world.

That’s fine, you’re humiliated enough for the both of you.

“You cooked?” Geto questions with a raised eyebrow, looking around at the mess in the kitchen as you excuse yourself to go get dressed.

Satoru shrugs, leaning against the kitchen counter, crossing his arms, “neither one of us had eaten since yesterday morning. I was hungry.”

“Quit acting like a love sick bitch over some girl you just met.” Geto scoffs, “she’s not even one of us.”

Satoru narrows his eyes at his friend's comment and clicks his tongue. As far as he’s aware, the two of you haven’t met, aside from just now, so he’s not entirely sure about this disdain Geto already feels towards you.

As you make your way back down the stairs, the man looks to you with a gentle closed eye smile, extending his hand to you.

“Sorry for the interruption. I’m Geto Suguru.”

You smile back, and shake his hand, introducing yourself as well before awkwardly turning to Satoru.

“Have you, uhm,” you look to Geto, pursing your lips before turning back to Satoru, and whisper “have you seen my panties?”

When you went upstairs, you found your clothes laying on the chair in the corner of his room, evident he had tidied up, at least a little, before you woke up.

He chuckles at your question, “no, babe, but I’ll let you know if they turn up.”

You turn and smile at Suguru, giving him a small wave goodbye as you walk to the door with Satoru, ready to leave. Geto nods and waves back before walking to the couch, turning on the TV.

“Thought your panty stealing days were over in high school,” Suguru chuckles as Satoru walks back in through the door.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He smirks before going upstairs to get dressed.

After leaving Satoru’s apartment in the morning, your day was fairly uneventful. You gathered the documents you needed to bring with you to the school on Monday and got ready for your last shift at the club.

Now, you stand behind the curtain in a gold string shot bikini as a little farewell gift to your regulars, and as a way to make as many tips as possible. The outfit leaves very little to the imagination; you might as well be naked on stage right now.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please put your hands together for Infinity! She has been number one in our private dancer line up 7 weeks in a row. And unfortunately, tonight is her last, so be sure to get one while you can!”

In the middle of doing your routine, you see a certain white-haired sorcerer sitting in the front row, once again. This time, leaned forward, elbows on his knees, lips parted slightly, watching you intently on stage.

After the routine, you continue on with your nightly rituals of going to the bar for a drink and making rounds in the club until you decide you’re ready to leave for the night. A part of you had hoped Satoru would follow you to the bar like he did the previous night, but he didn't. Rather, when you looked to where he was sitting during your routine, he was gone, unable to see his white hair anywhere.

Once you’re done, you decide to count your bills and head to the back when one of the managers flags you down.

“That man, there,” he points to the chair Satoru was sitting at which now has a head of white hair back at it, “paid good money to have a private dance with you tonight. Make it worth his time.”

“Of course,” you smile and go to the back to put the money up. Curious, you count what he handed you. This time it’s more than enough to pay rent and bills for the next several months.

“What the fuck, Satoru?” You whisper to yourself as you put it away. Clearly sorcerers make a good amount of money, which is something to look forward to.

Looking in the mirror, you make slight adjustments to your hair and outfit and head back out. Of course Satoru went to your manager to pay, rather than to you. All so you have to be the one to walk up to him to initiate the conversation.

Cocky bastard.

Walking behind him, you trace your fingers gently over his shoulders, feeling how silky his suit jacket is.

“Hey, there, big guy. Have I seen you around here before?” You tease falling into his lap, earning him scornful looks from the other men.

“Once. But you’re so busy and popular, I don’t expect you to remember.” He teases back, running a hand up your calf to your thighs, your body responding automatically to his touch.

“You’re not allowed to touch me,” you whisper, running your nose along his cheek, until you get to the shell of his ear, “unless I ask for it.”

“My apologies miss,” he grins as he holds his hands up defensively.

Across from him, you recognize Geto, and finally take the time to get a good look at him.

He has a jawline sharp enough to cut through the thickest steel, feline-like eyes, and a smirk plastered on his face that’s sure to make you weak in the knees, if you were standing.

He’s unbelievably attractive with his gauged ears, nose ring and dark, mischievous eyes.

These two are the most handsome men you’ve probably ever seen in your life. And fuck if Nanami isn’t up there right alongside them.

“Good to see you again,” he greets with a pleasant smile and nod of his head before taking a sip of his drink, watching you over the rim of his glass.

Similar to Satoru, Geto’s arms are toned and defined, only where Satoru has no tattoos, you can see the outline of what looks like a tail on Geto’s forearm, exposed from the rolled-up sleeves of his white button up shirt.

You smile as you wrap an arm around Satoru’s shoulder and continue with your act, “a little birdie told me you wanted a private dance. Seems you paid enough for me to dance all night long. Is it for the both of you?” You run a finger along Satoru’s equally sharp jawline.

“Just me. Didn’t want anyone else to have the pleasure,” he says coolly, taking off his glasses so he can get a full unimpeded view of the outfit you’re wearing.

“Oh~, are we jealous?” You goad, flashing your eyebrows.

“I don’t get jealous,” you swear you can hear Geto chuckling, but when you look over, his attention is elsewhere, on one of the dancers walking around, “also, I brought you a little something,” he leans over and grabs a small bag, handing it to you.

It’s nothing special, just a black gift bag with light blue tissue paper. You look at him with an arched brow and questioning look. Looking inside, you see an outfit, your face not hiding your confusion as you pull it out.

“Uniform for Monday,” he clarifies, as you give a mix between a scoff and chuckle in response.

“Had to bring it here while I’m working?” You ask incredulously.

“Well, we were interrupted earlier. There’s more in the bag.”

Narrowing your eyes, you remove all the tissue paper and completely take out the uniform. At the bottom of the bag sits a box of plan b.

“Wow. Kind of surprised to see this in here, since you seemed pretty into trying to get me pregnant last night.”

He frowns, “that was the sex talking.”

“Yeah, whatever, fake breeder. Besides, I already took one.”

He shrugs as he takes the bag back and puts it on the ground, before placing his palms back to your hips, “gave me an excuse to come back and ask you to come over after work.”

You think about it for a minute, while watching Geto smile and interact with Charlotte, a tall thin stripper with blue hair, he was watching around the club earlier.

You kiss your teeth and turn back to Satoru, “can I use your big ass shower?” Might as well try to sweeten the deal.

“If I say no, are you going to come over?”

“Nope.”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes while Geto chuckles, clearly listening in on the conversation after Charlotte heads to the back.

“Just using me for my stuff,” he complains with a pout.

You shrug, “didn’t get to use it last time.”

“Fine. I’ll let you use the expensive shampoo too.” He says wryly.

You stand and grab his hand to lead him back to the dance room, “I’ll think about it.”

Satoru texted you his address before he left the club in case you decided to go over after work. You debated for a while, just going home, or going to his place but ultimately decided to go see him.

Now you stand in front of his apartment building, looking up from the street.

You sigh and make your way to the door, planning on having to be buzzed in, but a doorman opens the way for you, “the elevator is this way.”

Of course he would tell them he’s having a guest over this late at night, so there’s no question as to who you are and what you’re doing there.

The lobby is luxurious, definitely making you feel out of place, never having been in a place this expensive before. There’s a chandelier in the center of the lobby and the vases, statues and pictures all look like they’re worth more than your apartment.

At his door, you pause and think over your options again.

On one hand, this is new territory, being able to see someone you’ve slept with again. Is there any harm in indulging? Being a little selfish to experience something new?

On the other, he’s about to be your coworker, who you’ve already slept with, and that’s a new type of relationship you’re not entirely sure how to navigate.

Sighing, you pinch the bridge of your nose as the door opens. Satoru cocks his head with an amused smile.

“Were you just going to stand there all night?”

“I was just… I don’t know. Shut up.”

He laughs and allows you in, taking off your shoes and placing them on the rack by the door before looking around. The apartment is as you remembered. Large open floor plan with living room and kitchen, stairs going up to the bedrooms. A balcony with what you know will be a gorgeous view even though you haven’t been out there yet.

Satoru gets out two glasses and grabs the open bottle of wine on the counter, pouring its contents into each cup before handing you one, looking you over.

“To be honest, I was hoping you were going to show up in that outfit you had on at the club.”

You smile and shake your head, accepting the drink from him. You were going to wear it, but the material was so thin, when you were getting dressed, the straps broke.

He pouts slightly before changing the subject, “so… can I get Chastity’s number? I should have gotten it while I was at the club earlier.”

“Sure, if I can get Geto’s number.” You retort, watching him carefully as you take a drink.

“You’re not his type. Besides, he went home with Charlotte,” He answers quickly, a flash of annoyance crossing his features. But as quickly as the expression came, it went. “Anyway, what kind of movies do you like?”

That’s a subject change if you’ve ever experienced one.

“We’ll get to know each other at work. Come on, take a shower with me.”

“Oh, right to getting naked. Got it.” He grins, eyes bright with amusement.

“Is there a problem with that? Thought you wanted to fuck, so let’s fuck.”

You walk off towards his room, shedding your clothes along the way. And how is he supposed to say no to that? So he dutifully follows behind with a smirk and a quick “yes, ma’am.”

Staying true to his word, he let you use the expensive shampoo and body washes, with names you can’t pronounce; they smell sweet, like pineapples, which was a nice surprise.

Of course, when you were done washing your hair and body, he has you trapped between him and the wall with your legs around his waist. The shower head rains water onto you, making it hard to keep your ankles locked; his own hands on your ass and hip holding you up, losing their grip as he continuously pumps into you.

After a particularly hard thrust, your legs slip from around him, causing you both to almost fall over as he catches you, hips never stopping, smiling, and giggling between kisses as you both work to maintain your footing again.

@z33sblog, @Thisbicc

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kimium · 2 months

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For the fun things ask: 1, 4, 11, 24 and 30!💜💜💜

(From this ask HERE)

Thank you so much for this ask!! I always love answering, especially when the asks are from you, friend! Under a cut because it's long!

Fun Questions to Be Asked

What are three things you'd say shaped you into who you are?

There are many things, of course, that have shaped me into who I am. Narrowing it down to three things is tough, but I think I have it.

Anime/Manga

This one feels like a given, but truly, I don't know where or who I'd be without anime/manga in my life. Two of the earliest shows I remember watching as a child were Sailor Moon and Pokemon. The stars truly aligned for me as I was the exact age demographic for them. I cannot tell you how much I adored those shows as a child. They were everything to me and opened me up to a world of TV I still watch and cherish. They remain cornerstones to my friendships and I would not change that for anything.

Video Games - particularly Pokemon and Fire Emblem

Adding onto my prior point, it only seems natural to talk about my love of video games. As stated, Pokemon was one of my earliest shows as a child, but one I didn't stick around with for too long. I fell off watching Pokemon midway through the Johto arc as I grew up. However, what remained with me were the video games.

Like any child, when Pokemon first came out I wanted to play the video games due to my neighbour receiving Pokemon Red as a birthday gift. Within a month my parents bought me Pokemon Yellow and thus my world opened to video games.

However, I have to credit the continual love of video games not just to my Gameboy and GBA games but also my neighbour. While I was stuck with handheld consoles, he also had a NES and later a GameCube. This is where my love of other video games such as Kirby, Super Smash Bros., Pokemon Stadium, and Harvest Moon grew.

But nothing made more of an impact on me than Fire Emblem. I still remember sitting in his basement, watching him play Path of Radiance and Radiant Dawn. I remember us restarting over when a character died because that was when FE only had Traditional Mode.

Now, I am certain that I would have found FE eventually, but it's this memory of me and my neighbour that sits at the core of me and makes these games extra special. No matter which FE game I play and love, at the end of the day there is always a part of me that longs to return to that basement with my neighbour and play FE PoR and RD.

My Neighbour

This one is going to get a little heavy, but I'll try to keep it vague.

Above all, the neighbour I grew up with is someone I'll always treasure and hold dear in my heart. There are too many carefree, happy memories with him. I already mentioned video games, but our lives intersected beyond a shared interest. We did almost everything together and spent countless hours in each other's presence. The secrets I know about him and the secrets he knows about me are vast and endless.

I also have some sad memories. I can still see the saddest one in my mind. The regret I feel now because I was too young to fully understand, but we all were at that time.

These memories all hold a special place in my heart and without a doubt shaped me into who I am today.

4. What's an inside joke you have with your family or friends?

I have so many inside jokes but one of my top favourite inside jokes of all time is "Beaky/Beak Boy". I am still not over the fact I was so confident that my mom would remember the name Giovanni (Fire Force). Instead what I got was her only remembering him by the name "Beaky/Beak Boy".

11. What do you consider to be romance?

In general I think romance is when you do and share things you love with the people you love. There doesn't need to be some grand or expensive gesture. So long as it's done out of admiration and love, that's romantic to me. It's the "I was thinking of you messages" or the "I want to cook/bake for you". It's the hugs and snuggles at the end of the long day. It's the considerate "Do you want me to do this for you?". It's the teasing and the jokes. Or it's the "I know had an argument but that's just what happens in relationship and at the end I love you always".

Acceptance, love, and admiration: that's what's romance!

However if I'm talking about dating specifically I think nothing is more romantic than when you're doing a fun activity together. Things like going to galleries, museums, or a play/live theatre, cooking/baking together, and going to some fun public event are all optimal date activities to me.

24. What's one thing you're proud of yourself for?

I'm proud of myself for working up the courage all those years ago to post my fanfiction to AO3. I remember being so nervous and worried at the beginning but it's been one of the best things I've ever done for myself.

30. What's one thing that never fails to make you happy/happier?

Book shopping with friends. I think that's the best activity to do in the world with those you cherish. It's also a top tier date idea for me like "Oh, let's have lunch and then book shop" uh, marry me??

#personal #replies #ask game #feel free to ask more if you want!#also for that inside joke question it's so funny that you asked that #because yesterday i was talking with friends about one of our ultimate inside jokes of all time #i wanted to mention it here but it's slightly nsfw??#anyways i'm always ready to tell the metal vagina story if prompted

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yuhi-san · 7 months

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I used to have 658 Manga. I started collecting when I was very young, at a time and in a place where it was harder to find them online, let alone in german (back when I didn’t speak english). so what else was there to do but buy them? I also loved having the copies! But, it was expensive, already like 25 years ago. Prices have more than doubled. Not to mention, back then most had to be ordered on demand because it was a very, very niche thing even in bigger cities.

The point is, I had 658 manga, that is a lot of money and also some space they take up.

Had a special shelf made that took up an entire wall. I loved them. I moves out from home and into an apartment with a friend. I was in my early twenties and below us was a family with three girls. They weren’t quite poor but they also didn’t have much spending money for fun stuff. The oldest girl was 14, I think, and I was talking to her mum once outside when she came begging to get money for the new volume of some series (I can’t remember which one, it was an ongoing one that I knew of but didn’t read). She promised to clean the bathroom, vacuum the house, everything.

I remember saying, “oh, you like manga? So do i!”

The girl was so excited. I mean this stuff was more common overall these days but still more niche in a backwater place like the one I lived at that time. I was like the first person she met that didn’t just loosely watched the shows and was aware what manga were but was really into it, too. I told her if her mum was okay with it, she could come see my collection and pick any she would like to read.

Her mum was a little reluctant. The younger ones would maybe want to look at them too, she was worried they might get signs of usage and so on. I said as long as they don’t split the back, that’s fine. They aren’t collectibles. Like 6 different elementary schoolers went through the dragon ball ones back in the day. Yes, treat your books with care but at the same time, they are made to be read.

Girl was over the moon when she saw my collection. At first she would just ask to borrow new ones when she happened to see me come home from work but later she was less hesitant and came knocking on occasion.

We moved to a different place like two years later. My room would be a lot smaller. So, so many of the manga I have read once and left in the shelf ever since. I put the nostalgia one and the ones I liked a lot into boxes.

The ones I only ever read once into another. I told the girl later she could pick any she wanted and keep them. She could also keep the shelf because I knew hers was cramped and overflowing ( mine was big, actual wood and designed in depth and all to perfectly maximize the space for manga.) and I would no longer need such a big one, let alone have the space.

She was absolutely losing it. Shrieking and jumping and going, really, really? All over again.

I was so excited that she was so excited.

Her mum came to me and asked me at least 5 times if I was sure. Its so much money!

The truth is, second hand manga, even in top condition, don’t sell super well. I did sell some, but couldn’t and also didn’t want to keep the others in boxes until they did sell.

I said, “yeah, sure. I haven’t read them in years. What’s the point in keeping them like decorations in my shelf or in boxes? It just makes me happy that they can make someone else excited the way they excited me.”

(I randomly found her on Pinterest almost 10 years later, she is still super into anime and manga and still has the shelf)

I have a bit of a problem of letting things go because, what if I want to use it later? So I still had like 400 when I moved the second time. My cousin was over to pick something up and saw my collection. Mentioned her neighbor kid was really into it, too. (they didn’t have much money, bad family situation all around, she just moved to live with the grandparents). I sorted my manga out again, put them in a box, got into contact with the girls grandparents. Explained the situation and learned her 13. birthday was coming up. the weekend after her birthday, I showed up with a giant box, told her who I was and that she could have whatever she wanted from the box.

Just like the other girl, she was so, so happy. I loved it.

Could I have made some money back if I sold them? Sure. But it’s a hassle. And see, if I had met someone like me when I was their ages, that would have been such an amazing thing. I like to share the thing that made me happy.

Now, I bought the trigun and maximum manga. They don’t fit into my perfectly filled, current shelf anymore.

The manga now have been there for years. I love them. Re read some of them. But there is still a bunch that is good but… not enough to have re read them in like the past 10 years.

So what do I do? Keep them? So I have physical copies still if I ever want to re visit them?

For a whole while the talk about getting physical copies of stuff has been going on, especially with what is going on with streaming. I get it, though there is more to it than just ‘unlike with streaming they cant take it away and you actually owe it’ (mostly its money and space but also the ability to check it out before having to invest too much).

The point is, trigun had me actually wanting to own physical copies of something again. And with the rooster teeth situation going on I am glad to know I have all available dvd and Blu-ray from rvb and rwby.

Then again, they sit on my shelf, just in case, looking pretty.

I decided to cut down again. Keep the best and the nostalgia one (I don’t think I will ever reread dragonball or even inu Yasha but that’s the nostalgia. Fma will stay. Durarara, d.n.angle… bunch of shorter series that are mindblowing like blood+ or another).

I don’t know any kids big on manga personally right now, so lets go to the library nearby (that also offers manga drawing courses) and see what they want.

Yes, owing physical copies is important. But if they stay on my shelf untouched for years on end, I think they serve a better purpose with someone what gets to actively enjoy them.

#manga #just me going on about stuff #i currently have nothing to play the dvd but i will keep those of corse #with how many times i have rewatched rvb lol #trigun is a special kind of brainrot

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kamikotorayama391 · 1 year

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Open Emergency Commissions

Hello! I wasn't planning this actually... I calculated how much it would cost to print out the drawings next week, and I realized...that I won't afford even half of it... Why is being an architect so. freaking. expensive?! I'd like to work on some headshots/icons, maybe some simple half-body pictures these few days (〒▽〒)

If you want to commission me something, text me in DM or my Discord (torayama_kamiko)

More rules under the cut

I draw:

- fandom-based characters (anime and manga, animation, TV series, books, comics, and so on);

- original characters;

- fan characters;

- animals, anthro;

- blood, some wounds

I DON'T draw:

- any politics-themed art:

- ecchi/hentai;

- NSFW (if you still really want to - +50% to the price tag);

- Mecha (I’m bad in it still)

- pony.

General requirements:

1. A detailed description of the desired result (poses, expressions, and so on). I will write if further explanations are needed.

2. 3 or 4 character references. I might need more (We’ll specify when placing an order)

3. If the background (if it will be) is a certain place – 1-2 background references

4. If there are any time limits – warn me in advance

5. If you do not live by Moscow time, please, tell me your current time and what time is the most convenient for you to talk

Additional characters: +25% of an initial cost - 1 additional character +50% - 2-3 additional characters +75% - more than 3 additional characters

About work time - depends on the complexity of the commission. I don't like to take too many on a single piece, but sometimes life doesn't give a...sock...on my preferences

If there is a deadline, please let me know in advance;

The specified time may change for various reasons; in case of an unexpected situation, I will notify.

Working process:

1) After placing an order, I start working on a quick sketch that will roughly show what the result will be. Once the sketch is approved, a 50% prepayment is made.

Note: for flat-colored portraits and half-body portraits, the prepayment is 100%.

2) In the process of working on the order, I will send the results of each stage

3) Before the end of the work, I send the order in reduced quality and with a watermark. If you are satisfied with the result, you pay the rest of the price. As soon as the money arrives, I send the result in high quality.

If at some stage you decide to cancel the commission, I keep 30% of the total cost with me as a refund for the work already done, and I return the rest.

The finished artwork may be posted on my blog as a way of self-promotion as an artist. If you’d rather keep it private, please, notify me in advance.

All prices are in USD

Payment method: via Boosty (more information in this video www.youtube.com/watch?v=drrbpn…) Payment in USD is available now, so you don't need to ask me to re-count the sum in my currency

Some rules to avoid copyright conflicts: 1) If something does not suit you in the commission, don't be shy to tell me so that I can definitely fix it in no time. Until the result satisfies you by 85-100 percent, and the full payment has not been made, I will polish and change the drawing to suit your wishes. 2) Do not ask me to redo someone else's work if you are not satisfied with the result provided to you by your other artist. I don't want conflicts with other authors, I just want to do my job calmly and honestly and do what I love. However, in case of any copyright problems, I will be the first one who has to deal up with the mess, not you. 3) I allow my works to be used as references or even a base for your work, but try to avoid direct copying or tracing. Wait at least a month before trying something of this. Try not to use any commissioned artworks for these purposes (if it's not a commissioned reference image or a reference list of course).

#Kamiko Torayama #kamiko's commissions #commission

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coollyinterferes · 1 year

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How did Speedwagon get his automobile that was shown in the manga?

unprompted asks 【always accepting!】

//Hi nonnie! Apologies for this being so late!! irl has been getting in the way a lot, buuuut on the bright side, this is gonna be a long reply, so I hope that makes up for the wait if only a little!! <3 Regarding your question, the simplest of answers is that they got it in a very illegal manner. This means that, yeah, the gang stole it! Additional bit: they specifically went for a steam car. This was due to cost constraints, as the fuel materials for steam automobiles were more affordable than petrol (the latter was considerably more expensive at the time).

((Under a read more for length reasons))

Now, please allow me to explain a little bit of real life facts and history here before we get into the How Did These Funky Criminals Got Their Hands On That Automobile, because it is important to keep in mind these bits of info for the general context of the story. I’m going to keep it as short as possible, promise!:

Automobiles were not very common in Victorian England. It is said that there were merely about a few thousand in existence, for example. Additionally, the newer models tended to be on the pricier side due to them running on petrol (“newer models” as in those being manufactured from the last 15-ish years of the Victorian era and on, which would be 1885-ish to 1901, approx), and so petrol cars were not much of a thing you’d see outside of the highest social classes since only the very very rich could afford shedding money on petrol every time and as often as a car needs it.

In the case of the automobile we see the gang driving around however, well, it turns out that it appears to have a boiler on it, which very likely means the car is a steam car. Steam cars had boilers on them as part of their fuel mechanisms, and they were able to run on different types of fuels too, with coal being one of them. Wood was another, and there were a few more as well. As mentioned before, these were cheaper and way more affordable options than petrol. And, since we’re on the topic of cost-efficiency, it also needs to be said that a steam car was also cheaper on the long run than it would be depending on a horse-drawn coach that required at least one trained horse to move around (two for better performance) + all the maintenance and work that taking proper care of a horse requires. So, definitely, a steam car was the gang’s best bet as they sometimes have to move around the city for their little businesses, and which could be insanely time consuming if you had no means of transportation (since London is pretty big and, if I’m not mistaken, it was also one of the biggest cities -if not the biggest of all- in the world during the Victorian era).

With all this said, let’s now dive into the details behind the origins of the gang’s car!

For starters, they have owned the car for a couple years by the time the main events in PB take place, which is when we first (and last, unfortunately) see it. Basically, they got it somewhere around the year 1885. They had been planning to get a car for a while before that, though, especially for traveling long distances within London and which could be a difficult task or plain out very time consuming if you didn’t own a horse-drawn coach or any other types of vehicles to move around as we discussed before. Omnibuses already existed back then (they were sort of a “double-decker” communal horse-drawn carriage, basically) but, of course, their use was very limited in the sense that they only covered pre-set/determined routes, they didn’t provide any privacy for the passengers as they would all sit right next to each other and kinda crammed during rush hours (privacy is a must for the majority of the gang’s jobs, really, so this was a huge disadvantage). Omnibuses also had limited work schedules and -as far as I know- they didn’t work overnight (which is when criminal activity would be normally the most active). All that on top of the fact that omnibuses charged every passenger a fare per trip, just like present day buses and other public transportations do, all in addition to the very limited (almost completely null) possibilities of “travelling for free” on them due to space limitations. So, in the end, omnibuses weren’t an option either save for very specific instances.

From day one of this idea, their goal was to steal a car rather than legally getting one, this because, well, it is no surprise that it would take them years to be able to afford a car with their income unless they used up to the last shilling they got from their shady businesses (extortion, stealing, “protection”, and so on) and which would inevitably would put them as well as the rest of Speedwagon’s men into serious financial trouble. And even if they did so, it would still take them some time to be able to save enough to afford it, as they don’t have the full amount ready to be shed. One thing that most people in general brush off in favor of romanticizing the Victorian era in general is that, as silly and “obvious” as it may sound: The rich were really rich, while the poor were really poor, and the system was pretty much built to keep things that way (hence the huge gap between social classes), so it was virtually impossible for a poor person to climb up in social status unless they somehow inherited some fortune or married a wealthy person (the latter being something largely frowned upon, as most Victorians were pretty classist, so any rich person marrying someone of a “lesser” status would definitely be looked down upon and given very weird looks at the very very least, all while their partner would be seen as some kind of opportunist and fortune-seeker and would never be seen as “one of them” regardless of how genuine the marriage actually was). Essentially, saving up wasn’t much of an option for the lower classes, which Robert and his gang, the rest of his men, and all of the slums (obvs) were part of.

They didn’t have a target in mind yet at the time the idea was first suggested (adding this bit here, it was also Tattoo the first one to suggest the idea of getting a car). Overall, the idea of getting a car was firmly adopted from the start, but they soon discarded the possibility of stealing a car in London. The reason being that, due to horseless cars being not too common, they would quickly get spotted before they could even customize the car and make it look different enough to pass as a whole different one (yes, carjackings seem to have been way more difficult to successfully pull off back then due to the limited existences of automobiles were overall, especially in England)

And so they put the bullseye on non-Londoners visiting the city instead. Yeah, the idea sounded silly even to them. Having to follow some guy in order to steal their shit and all, but that was the most viable option at the time, really. After some looking around, they eventually found their guy: A man who was basically some rich scum. The kind of rich guy who has a lot of money and who feels like that somehow gives him the right to treat anyone below him like less than garbage (as attested by some of the people they later got their info from), so the gang really didn’t have any qualms in stealing the fuck out of him. Finding his general info was not a very difficult task, especially through Robert’s best and main informant for most of his criminal activities (you’re gonna learn more about in a minute btw >:3).

Their victim didn’t live in London and rarely ever visited the city. His actual residence was located in one of London’s adjacent counties, too. Not too far from the city, but also not too close to it and, thus, making it difficult for anyone (at the time, of course) to trace the car all the way to London if the gang managed to successfully snatch it all the way there without being spotted.

It is also mandatory to mention that both Li and Robert knew how to drive by this point, with Li having learned merely out of curiosity not long ago, and with Robert having learned from a now ex-boyfriend that he had during a weeks long trip he did to France the previous year (as far as I know, steam cars were more common in France than they were in England at the time). Funnily enough, and despite being the one who originally suggested the idea of stealing a car, Tattoo didn’t know how to drive at the time and so he was not an “active” part during the actual heist. The fourth guy in the gang, the one with the funky and colorful hat in the pic (and who was unnamed in the manga and completely left out in the anime >:/ ), while he also didn’t know how to drive back then, he was the main informant I mentioned earlier for this heist and thus a key part on it.

“Small” side note: Even though Funky Hat Lad -who I’ll be referring to as “Lemmy” from here on, as that’s the nickname he has in my headcanons- is (currently) not a side muse on the blog, I consider him part of Robert’s “main” gang, he just doesn’t hang around a lot as the other three do, but he’s still a close friend and a valuable ally to the three. As stated before, he’s also one of Robert’s most important men along with Tattoo and Li. Most of the time acts as an informant for Robert and his men, however, he can also double and take other roles within the gang whenever it’s needed. He isn’t much of a fighter but he’s armed at all times and he definitely won’t hesitate to use his gun or his knife if the situation calls for it. He also occasionally takes part in the “interrogatories” the gang runs whenever they need to forcefully coax information out of an enemy/rival.

Back to our story, once all the information was gathered and confirmed and the gang knew where and when to strike, all they had to do was go to where this guy lived. As mentioned before, this was a 3-man heist: Robert, Li and Lemmy. The former two to do the driving and most of the physical work (as mentioned before, they were aiming for a “stealth hit and run” but they were prepared in case things went wrong and shit got violent as well as in case some technical issue occurred with the car), and the latter to guide them around, find their objective, and leave the town as swiftly as they came and so everything went out as planned. Tattoo stayed back for this one, partly due to him being unable to drive and the heist already having enough people to take care of the violent part if things came down to that, and partly because he was in charge of keeping an eye on Ogre Street and the gang’s businesses while the boss and the others were away. Like, sure, there’s a lot more men and gangs working for Speedwagon outside of his main guys (Tattoo, Li, and Lemmy), but there always has to be someone assuming the position of the boss to make sure things go smoothly. As you can tell when it comes to such a violent and chaotic place like Ogre Street, it’s impossible to leave it completely unsupervised without shit going really wild (usually but not exclusively started by one of the many and smaller rival gangs), so there always has to be someone designated by Speedwagon to keep things under some form of control in his absence.

One of the gang’s specialties, Robert’s more precisely, are break ins. Stealthy break-ins. Paired up with the info Lemmy had gathered, bypassing security at the guy’s mansion was not an issue, and so the heist itself went without much issue (none, actually), as it ended up being what they’d aimed for from the start: A stealth mission. This was the best outcome, especially considering what I mentioned earlier, about the very limited amount of cars in existence back then and how that could complicate things when it came to stealing a car. With that considered, the last thing you’d want would be for your victim not only to realize on the spot that he’s getting robbed, but to also see you and increase your chances of being successfully tracked down by police and which, inevitably, would also very likely end up turning into prison time for all people involved (especially in this case, where their victim was some heartless scum).

They managed to bring the car over to London without any issues. They even picked some linen and other random but innocuous items as they made their hasty way out of town to put on some of the seats and sort of make the car go unnoticed at first glance to any bystanders’ eyes in case they were later asked in some investigation by the police (and which they knew was going to happen at some point, so they had to cover their tracks in any way they could).

Back in London, they immediately went to hide the automobile near one of the gang’s safe houses in the slums (one that had enough space to keep it indoors). Through Robert’s connections and some favors some folks owed to him, they were able to sort of customize the automobile over the course of days/a couple weeks, making enough changes on it so it wasn’t easily recognizable in case they ever crossed paths with it’s now former owner, but also keeping a good balance with those changes as not to make the car stand out from any others around town and attract unwanted attention. So, mostly the upholstery was changed from dark brown to the lighter brown color you see in the manga, as well as the car itself being re-painted from black to a dark shade of grey-ish brown, along with other minor changes. The side-seat you see Lemmy sitting on was added much later, once they were certain any potential police investigations were over and the car was “officially” theirs.

#[warned y'all this was gonna be Long uu]#[hope this was okay nonny!]#[thank you so much for sending this in!!! it was super fun to write and it was also a hc i'd been meaning to flesh out for the longest time #but never really got around to doing it until now]#[so thank you so much for giving me the chance to do just that!!! <3]#[and also thank you so much for your patience!!]#[hope this was worth the wait]#;answered #;stone masks #;headcanon #;long post #;speedwagon withdraws coolly #[also yeah. le/mm/y's name is a mot//orh//ead ref lol]#;basics

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nazitty56 · 2 years

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So I’ve decided to try and start doing character analysis every once and a while and I wanted to start with Sakura Haruno from the Naruto fandom.

Warning for anime/manga spoilers. I haven’t not finished the anime or the manga so I might get some facts wrong. If so, please correct me. Also, it’s a bit jumbled and all over the place so please forgive me for that.

Let’s get into it!

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Disclaimer: I do not claim to be an expert in behavior or character analysis, this is just for fun.

I see a lot of people sort look down on Sakura. I mean, I get it, she can seem annoying with her constant Sasuke-following and fangirling of handsome men. She’s also seen as weaker than her teammates, which makes sense — before she trained with Tsunade, that is.

Let’s start with Sakura’s backstory. From what I can tell, Sakura was born to a civilian family (there is some headcanons about her parents being Shinobis but I believe canon-wise Sakura was a first-generation Ninja.

Since she was born in a civilian household, she had lower chakra reserves than her over-powered teammates (an Uchiha who had already mastered the fireball Jutsu at a young age AND an Uzumaki with a tailed beast sealed within him). This lack of chakra let her break Genjustu easily and also allowed her to learn chakra control fairly quickly. But it had the downside of limiting her Jutsu knowledge (which I don’t really get — couldn’t she have expanded her chakra reserves as she trained? But that’s a whole different theory and topic that I could talk about).

So, as a twelve/thirteen year fresh out of the Academy with zero practical experience and all the book smarts, it makes sense she would be viewed as the weak-link of the team.

Honestly, I think that if Kakashi had given a shit about her training (he knew a thousand Jutsus but could teach like two???), she could’ve become a Genjustu master and possibly a great sharpshooter — wasn’t she the highest ranking Kuinochi of her class, which would mean that she had the best smarts, best aim, and best Jutsu application out of her, Ino, Hinata, and the other civilian girls of the class which is pretty damn impressive, but I don’t exactly know how the scoring works in that exam so she probably just needed to score high in at least two of those sections to be viewed as the “best of the class.”

Sakura had a LOT of potential before she even got trained by Tsunade. She could’ve been given a chakra nature (possibly either earth or water — or fire to match her personality), at least one offensive and one defensive Jutsu that she could use in one more nature (a complimentary one to her natural nature — possibly lightning or wind if it was fire), knowledge in Genjutsu, and decent Taijutsu that could’ve been worked on with the addition of a weapon or long-ranged attack with Shuriken or Kunai (or even a bow).

Add Tsunade’s training which led to increased chakra control, medical knowledge, poison knowledge, and stronger-hitting Taijutsu and Sakura could’ve easily become a sharpshooter poison expert, acting as a support.

And then she got the hundred healing seal, which gave her a bigger buff in strength and allowed for easier self-healing (to a certain limit and at the expense of losing years of her life if she used it too often).

Mix the sharpshooter-medical support with the close-ranged attacks and she could’ve easily become the most versatile character on the battlefield.

Ok, enough about her ability potentials, let’s look at her personality.

As a child, she was bullied for her looks (pink hair, big forehead) and this led to a very subtle low self-esteem that can be seen off and on during the show. Her first friend was Ino, who helped get rid of her bullies and helped build up a little bit of her esteem.

At around ten to twelve (it’s hard to tell their ages at that stage of life 😭) she and Ino break apart due to them liking the same boy: Sasuke.

I don’t know how they went from calm rivals to sworn enemies, but they were kids who were in love, anything can happen at this stage.

I would love to say something deep about why loving Sasuke was so important to her, but I’ve got nothing. Perhaps because of her self-esteem she thought that being with a strong person would lift her up and open her eyes to her own strength (kinda distorted imo). Perhaps she really just liked him for his looks.

That was never actually explained, but man is Sakura loyal af. Even when Sasuke left, even when he tried to kill her at least once PLUS that frickin Genjutsu from the Rinnegan when he tried to kill her, she remained in love with him, perhaps unhealthily so.

She had an unhealthy obsession with him at a young age and it never ended — she’s even married to a guy who constantly put her down. Yikes!

Also, I’d like to talk about “Inner Sakura” who acts as Sakura’s “true personality”: a hot-headed mentally-strong willed girl who loves to pull pranks and punch people. Oops, just described Shippuden Sakura, my bad. But seriously, Inner Sakura (to my knowledge) all but disappears after Sakura becomes a late teen and it’s completely gone (again, to my knowledge) by the time she’s an adult so it makes me think that “Inner Sakura” are Sakura’s repressed feelings that manifested to protect her mental state — which subtly implies that she experienced a traumatic experience at a young age and Inner Sakura was born to protect her, sorta like Mutiple Personality Disorder (MPD).

I believe that’s all I have on Sakura. Please, don’t be afraid to reblog with additional thoughts/analysis.

Feel free to recommend characters from different fandoms that you want analyzed and I’ll do my best to do it as best I can!

#sakura haruno #character study #I probably didn’t get everything #but that’s fine #but this is my take on the whole issue

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teawithaphd · 2 years

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A Day in the Life of Eorzea University

FFXIV

(named) WOL x Crystal Exarch

f/m

Chapter 1: In Other Words...

“The Warrior of Light; Star student of Eorzea University. Although not often known for her skill in balancing a college life and a part-time job serving coffee at the Scions’ Café, she serves as a beacon, so others may walk the path of light to graduation. Will she manage to save the fabric of their school from fraying, or will her school-life balance be brought to the brink? Who is waiting for her there, on the far edge of fate..?" Inspired by the Final Fantasy XIV High School manga!

“Eorzea University, huh..”

Panne stares up at the larger than life building before her, it’s beautifully ornate windows and roof selling the idea of a world-renowned, and incredibly expensive school that few have the means to get into, let alone one who just gets by on a part-time coffee gig.. She looks to the students passing by, decked to the nines in prim and proper outfits fitting of aspiring professionals, and still can’t fathom how a volleyball scholarship, of all things, was the thing that got her in. Shaking her head, she tries not to pay much mind to the thought as she looks to the large, grandiose doors revealing a much grander inside.

Her heels click as she makes her way from eerily perfect grass lawns to marble befitting a palace. She looks down at the schedule in her hands before continuing down the halls to find the Psychology room.

…which only takes half an hour of going through mazes of hallways, only to find that she’s gone in a circle repeated several times before she finally finds the room in a seemingly obvious spot near the entrance.

She opens the slightly simpler looking door and enters the classroom.

As expected, it’s filled with more pompous pricks, she thinks to herself as she finds a desk at the back of the room and quietly slumps into her seat.

“Panne?”

She looks to the seat beside her, noticing the small elezen with shock white hair tied into an intricate braid with a red ribbon at the end of it.

“Alisaie, right? I didn’t know you went here, too.”

“Well, of course. My father would have my head if I didn’t go out and get a ‘proper’ education,” She sighs before resting her chin on her hand. “Plus my idiot of a brother wanted to pursue ‘Business and Politics in this star’s most prestigious university to get the absolute best education’, and dragged me along with him.” She turns her body towards the Miqo’te beside her, ignoring the professor beginning their lesson. “How about you? I never would have suspected you as the studious type, what bade you come here of all places?”

Panne mirrors the elezen’s position before answering, “I got a scholarship.”

“What for?”

“Volleyball.”

“Ah, so you’re a fellow Warrior, then…very interesting” A thought causes Alisaie to giggle to herself. “It seems we’re of the same mind, as I’m on the team as well. Let me guess, your major is undecided…?”

The Keeper shoots her a toothy grin, “Yup, my twin Warrior.”

“Uh, please don’t call me that…I already have a twin, and one twin is more than enough trouble as it is!”

They both laugh, causing a few students to turn around and shush them. Panne lowers her voice, “I never thought I’d find anyone from the Café studying here. Small world..”

“Just about all of us do, ‘lest I be mistaken. I’m doubtless you’ll soon run into them, one way or another.”

She nods before turning her attention to the lecture, which she tuned in and out of for the rest of the class. After the professor dismisses them, the Keeper is bided farewell by her somewhat acquainted elezen friend with a ‘see you at practice’ before going off to her next class. Panne does the same and wanders for several bells until she finds the room for the next class on her schedule, which she wants to crawl into a hole whenever she thinks about—classic literature study.

———

Just as Alisaie mentioned earlier, she happens to spot another one of her colleagues near the front of the class, his tall, lanky stature and odd manner of speech hard to miss. He spots her nearby door and gently pats the desk next to him.

“‘Ah, ‘tis a pleasant surprise indeed to find thee in such an institution. However ‘tis not but good tidings to see thee strive for a greater education, nonetheless. Come, I assure thee thou shalt not want for good company here.” She takes the seat beside him.

“And it doesn’t surprise me to see you here. Though, I didn’t expect to run into someone else from the café so soon..”

“I gather thou hast met with another of our fellow Scions today?”

“Yeah, Alisaie with just in my psych class.”

“Tis good to find thyself some sense of familiarity in unknown territory. Pray, didst thou decide on thine major of study?”

she ponders for a beat before answering, “No, I haven’t the slightest.”

“Ah, Alisaie too, hath found herself in a predicament similar to thine. Prithee, do not fret, as thou shalt soon find the answer to what thou willest to pursuit in thine career in good time. Of that, I am certain.”

“Oh, well that’s… nice of you to say that.” The elezen gives her a kind smile.

“If thou shouldst ever want for assistance, pray, do not hesitate to ask.”

“I appreciate it. Though, I will be needing some assistance in this class. I’ve never been good with books and the like…”

“Then, I shalt try my utmost to be of aid to thee.”

They continue their chat, where Panne finds out that Urianger is pursuing a degree in Astronomy and how some of the others from the café are also pursuing other prestigious-sounding studies such as Business and Political Science, Biochemistry, and Finance, before the professor begins his lecture. She pays surprisingly good attention to the lesson this time, with the help of the friend beside her with expansive knowledge on the subject to explain things to her whenever she feels lost.

Her stomach grumbles in tandem with her eyes landing on the clock on the wall, minutes from striking twelve. Once it does with a silent click and the professor dismisses them, she breathes a sigh of relief and stands, giving a farewell to Urianger before heading to the convenience store across the street from the school.

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Rather then going to balk at the ridiculous prices at the university’s esteemed cafeteria, she grabs a simple sandwich and prepackaged black coffee from the refrigerator aisle of the convenience store. She brings her meal to the counter and quickly pays for the items before heading back to campus. The large courtyard is scattered with different cliques of students eating and communing with each other. Not seeing any more familiar faces in sight, Panne decides to eat alone and simply enjoy some silence and the nice weather. She finds a large oak tree with the perfect amount of shade and space uninhabited, surrounded by neatly trimmed bushes. Satisfied with her pick, she sits with her back leaning on the tree’s trunk and begins unpacking the contents from the plastic bag in her hand. She grabs the sandwich from inside and quietly munches on it, which, although is somewhat bland, is still decent enough to satisfy her appetite.

In midst of her eating, she barely registers the rustling coming from one of the bushes behind her. Her ears perk to the sound, leading her to turn her body towards it, only to find the bushes perfectly still.

I must be imagining things

She turns her attention back to her lunch and continues eating, shrugging off the feeling of someone watching her. Just as she takes the last bite of her sandwich, she hears the rustling again.

“Throw wide the gates”

Her eyes furrow in irritation as she turns once again to the source of the sound, this time noticing the top of a black hood with gold pieces adorning it peaking out of one of the bushes.

The hells?

She stands up and begins walking over to it. “Hey, what are you—“

The mysterious figure sprints out of sight before she can finish her question. She pauses, staring down at the just-abandoned bush in utter confusion before slowly walking back to her spot to grab her things and leave.

“Well, that wasn’t weird…” she mutters under her breath as she makes her way back inside the school.

The rest of the day goes rather uneventfully; attending the next few classes on her schedule and luckily not falling asleep during any of them with the help of convenience store coffee. She finishes her last class of the day and looks down at her tomestone, with a set reminder notifying her of her first day of volleyball practice taking place in about half an hour and where it will be.

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After navigating and getting lost in the school’s many winding hallways again, she finally finds the women’s locker room and makes her way there to change. She opens her locker and finds her designated uniform inside; consisting of a pair of tight, black shorts with an easy-to-fit hole for her tail, and a slim-fitted white jersey reading ‘Warrior’ in the back and ‘01’ in black letters in the front. After changing, she assesses her appearance in the mirror. The uniform is surprisingly flattering to her figure, the black shorts high up enough to give a good view of her lean, pale legs. She quickly adjusts the her hairband before giving herself a nod of approval and heading to the location of the volleyball court nearby.

The outdoor court looks more like somewhere where tournaments should take place rather than mere practice, with its beautiful view of more of the school’s trimmed and beautiful landscaping. The sight of it makes her truly feel in bigger leagues now, a different feeling from seeing the flimsy court paling in comparison to this one from her high school. The thought of such leagues makes her hands quiver ever so slightly.

Snapping herself out of her trance, she eyes the small elezen from this morning from the corner of her eye and waves. Alisaie smiles in response, beckoning her over to the group of other players.

“You got here just in time! Practice is just about to start.”

They go into a routine of simple, full body stretches before the team does a few practice serves and passes of the ball to each other. The Keeper vaguely notices several onlookers have gathered on the bleachers as she’s practicing bumps with Alisaie.

“It’s just like those who come to the café during your working hours just for the chance to bask in your presence when you serve them.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, nothing…Speaking of, how long has it been now since you started with us? Feels like it’s been eons by now”

“Hm? Oh, I’d say it’s been about…a month or so? I started when I found out last minute that my scholarship isn’t entirely a free ride…”

“Really? Gods those bloody cheapskates…” As she trails off, an onlooker attempting to conceal themselves with an oversized hoodie pulled over their head catches Alisaie’s eye… A very peculiar black hoodie adorned with gold ornaments she can recognize from malms away, that can only belong to one person…and what, pray, could he be doing here except for one purpose? Not to watch her practice, as such things plainly are of no interest to him, if her many attempts to drag him here were to show for it, however…

With a knowing smirk, Alisaie turns back to the Miqo’te in front of her, and raises her voice an ilm louder.

“Say, are you seeing anyone right now? Romantically, that is.”

“What? What kind of question is that?!”

“So that’s a..?”

Panne sighs before answering, “no…”

“Well mayhap I can provide a little support then. You see, there’s a certain Miqo’te I know that may be of particular interest to you. ‘Tis not like he’s made any attempts in concealing his interest in you, anyroad.” Alisaie’s smirk grows even wider when she catches eyes with the hooded Miqo’te at the bleachers and watches him squirm in his seat.

“But I’ve hardly the time to seek those sorts of things right now.”

“Oh, don’t be like that! I’ll introduce you sometime, at least humor me?” She makes sure to wiggle her eyebrows at the Keeper at that last part, causing the latter to scoff.

“Why are you interested in my love life all of a sudden anyway?”

“Just curious is all…” a whistle blow catches both of their attentions. “Oh, I believe we should be practicing spikes now.”

The players each get their turns to practice the move with varying levels of success. Alisaie makes an impressionable leap in her spike, but slams the ball out of bounds. After nodding at the coach’s critiques, she beckons Panne to the court.

The chattering from the players at the sidelines and students on the bleachers fall silent when the Miqo’te calmly walks to the center of the court. The coach mutters a few words of advice before asking if she’s ready, to which she responds with squatting onto the balls of her feet, focused solely on the ball the coach is holding. When the coach blows on the whistle and tosses the ball over the net, the Miqo’te briskly runs to where it’s about to land and leaps to an impressive height for her size, spiking the ball at lightening speed. The small, gathering crowd in the bleachers roar with cheers. It’s not a full-house, but their enthusiasm makes for a lively atmosphere. She turns to them with a grin and hands on her hips, basking in the excitement of the crowd at her winning move. She listens in on some of the whispers among them.

“Did you see that? That thing moved so fast I couldn’t see it until it hit the ground!”

“It was like a beam of light…”

“They better make that girl their Warrior of Light and keep her as their star player, what with talent like that.”

Pulled out of the sensation, she swears she feels a pair of eyes burning through her, but another sound of the whistle blow pulls her away from it.

The coach grabs the ball from the ground and makes to her spot again.

“Excellent, Panne. Now, perform another spike just like that.”

With the blow of her whistle, the roegadyn woman tosses the ball again. When it crosses the net, Panne runs until she’s right under it, like before, and readies herself to jump again—only to feel an odd pair of eyes on her yet again. She turns to the bleachers and takes a good look at the suspect and notices an oddly familiar black hoodie decorated with ornaments of gold pulled over his head.

It’s that weird guy from outside…

She scans over his features, and notices a rather…handsome nose and mouth left unobstructed. She swears she can see him mouthing something.

“Let expanse contract, eons become instant…”

Before she analyze his features more, a volleyball suddenly bounces off the side of her head. Luckily, she catches herself enough as to not hit the ground and make a complete arse of herself on her first day of practice, but has to swallow her pride and mumble apologies to the coach when she scolds her for getting distracted, abashedly rubbing the back of her neck while doing so.

When she gets back to the sidelines and lets the last person get in their last bit of practice for the day, Panne feels a tap on her shoulder and turns, noticing Alisaie looking at her with a face of concern.

“You okay?”

“Yeah… I think there was a stalker or something on the bleachers…”

“What? No way, I’m sure it’s just Thancred.”

She waves to the silver-haired Hyur sitting comfortably on the bleachers. He responds with a wave back and a wink to the two of them.

“Not him, the other…” She surveys the bleachers again, sighing when she doesn’t find the mysterious hooded man she saw before, “…oh, never mind.”

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Coach Merylwyb dismisses the team for the day with a ‘good work’ and encourages them to continue preparing for their game later that month. The players make their way to the locker room to clean themselves up and change.

Chatters echo in the room as Panne shoves her sneakers into her locker and lazily slams it closed. She regards the white-haired elezen sitting on the bench behind her, working the knots in her hair with a brush.

“‘Tis no wonder you got a scholarship, you’re very good. Especially when you don’t freeze up mid-serve, of course.” She places the brush beside her before moving to re-braid her hair, “What was that all about, anyways?”

Panne swipes the brush from the bench and uses it to untangle some of the knots in her own hair. “Dunno…there was this…guy that kept staring at me. He was wearing a hood, but I’m pretty sure our eyes met. And then when I tried looking for him again, he just disappeared, I guess.”

“A hood? Sounds more like a ghost to me. Mayhap you have more in common with Alphinaud than I thought, if a ghost was enough to throw you off balance” she laughs at the Miqo’te’s pout, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! You’re probably just tired.” She swipes the brush back and uses it to touch up the end of her braid, “go home and get some rest, would you? Lest you suddenly grow an unmistakably boorish taste for politics too.”

“Yeah, sure. Who the hells has any taste for politics, anyways?” The comment makes Alisaie go into a giggle fest, and sends a sudden shiver down her twin’s spine at the other side of the campus. At his desk with neatly piled papers surrounding him at the library, Alphinaud looks around, swearing to the Twelve that someone was talking rubbish about him behind his back.. probably Alisaie, he wagers.

Panne gives a last wave to the twin with her before beginning the trek to her dorm a few malms away.

———-

The exuberant, full of life campus has calmed to a peaceful quiet, save for the sounds of birds chirping and scant voices littered around the school’s courtyard. She breaths a sigh of contentment after the nice change of pace from the excitement of the events of the day, and slows down her pace to admire the oranges and yellows painted across the sky.

Once a smaller, older-looking, albeit still fancy, building catches her eye, she picks up her pace to a jog to the front doors. She takes out the keycard from her pocket and scans the card reader in front. With a beep, the glass doors open, allowing her inside. Her feet take her to the stairwell beside her and up a couple floors, itching to be rid of her heels once she reaches her dorm room. She takes a left, then follows the hall to a door at the end of it. Finally, she thinks as she jams her key into the lock and twists it open with ease. She uses her body to shove the door open and unceremoniously closes it. Locking it again, she turns around and lets out an exasperated sigh.

“Thank the Twelve I’m home…”

She kicks of her heels and enjoys the peaceful quiet and comfort of her home, until that feeling is interrupted by the sound of slurping coming from the couch at the corner of her room.

“Godsdammit Ardbert, did you break in again?” The slurping stops for a moment, and the source responds with a gruff ‘mhm’ before going back to his meal. Panne slaps a hand to her forehead and groans before marching to the couch. Greeting her there is the same Hyur who’s been slipping in and out of her dorm at random hours for months, sitting lazily with his legs propped up on her coffee table.

“How the hells did you get in here this time, anyways?” She points an accusatory finger at him, “and stop eating my ramen!”

He pauses his meal and looks up at her with a neutral expression, as if breaking and entering into a girl’s dorm is perfectly normal.

“Oh, I got in through the window. You’re running out of these, by the way.. ‘Twould be wise to keep them handy in the days to come” with that, he goes back to slurping on his noodles.

“I’ll be sure to lock the windows next time…”

She slumps next to him on the couch and leans in slightly closer, squinting as she reads the cup’s label.

“Ah shite, that was my last beef ramen! I was gonna eat that tonight…”

“You snooze you lose, my friend.”

She leans back to her corner and slumps into a melted puddle, groaning along the way. After a moment of comical yet comforting silence, she stands up and walks over to the small kitchen. She grabs a cup of chicken-flavored instant ramen and prepares it before settling back down on the couch beside Ardbert. After a few minutes of quiet slurping of her meal, Ardbert speaks up with a slight mocking tone.

“So? How was your first day?”

“What are you, my mother?” She sits up to place the finished cup along the pile of many other finished lazy college kid instant-ramen dinners scattered across the coffee table. With a satisfied grin, she slumps back down.

“…it was good.”

“Well, that’s good to hear. Anything interesting happen? Make any friends at least?”

“Not really. I went to class, met some people, ate lunch, got a stalker, and went to practice with the volleyball team with that same stalker watching me again. You know, the usual fare.”

“Wait just a minute. Did you just say you have a stalker? Why would anyone be following you around? Don’t they have anything better to do?”

“Well you’re sure one to talk, constantly coming into my room at the random…”

Ardbert turns to face her with eyes widened. “…are you still angry about the time I came in while you were changing last week? I swore ‘twas with no ill intent!”

“I would be if that expression you made when I threw a pillow at you square in the face wasn’t so damn funny.”

The pout, so unfitting for a man too intimidating and burly to be a college student, makes the Miqo’te giggle.

“Seriously, though. Have you any guess as to who this mystery stalker may be?”

She brings a hand to her chin as she tries to remember if she was able to discern any features obscured by the hood said person wore.

“Hm…well he’s definitely male……” she shrugs, “…that’s all I got.”

“Well that certainly narrows down our search...” The comment earns him a kick in the leg, which he huffs to before continuing, “well, he has to be someone who knows a lot about you if he was able to find you at your practice. Could it be someone from one of your classes… or your cafe perhaps? Someone from there would know your schedule well enough.”

“It couldn’t be…Alisaie was practicing with me, Alphinaud’s too up his own arse in politics studies to be going anywhere that’s not the library or his room, Thancred was sitting at the bleachers during my practice as well as the stalker, plus his face was unobscured…and Urianger and Y’shtola don’t exactly strike me as the type to go out of their way to follow people around all day. They would more likely do the opposite…and to my knowledge, I don’t owe Tataru any money, so she’s definitely not following me.”

“Alright, well if it isn’t any of them…gods, look at the time.” He quickly stands up from the couch. “I should be heading out. Goodnight!”

“Wait, we need to figure out who the stalker is!”

“We can solve that mystery the next time I come.”

“And that is…?”

“...Take care, my friend.” He waves before proceeding to hop out of the window he came from, Panne protesting after him. She runs up to the open window and looks down to find the Hyur no where in sight.

“Would it kill you to use the damn door like a normal person?!”

After an exasperated sigh, she pulls the window panel shut and makes sure to lock it to prevent any more surprise visits from there. She draws the curtains and quickly changes into her pajamas, made of a simple camisole and sleep shorts, before plopping onto her bed. Thinking of the events of the day, and the possible issue of her newfound stalker she’ll be sure to let the others know about at the cafe tomorrow, she drifts off to a dreamless sleep.

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Long time, no post! (Brace yourselves for a meaty post!)

I had intended to post here much sooner, but unfortunately the Kakehashi program's trip to Japan got delayed for a little over a year. At first it was slated to take place around the same time as the pre-exchange I posted about before, but due to Japan's COVID lockdowns the date got pushed back further and further. Luckily, since they finally removed the quarantine requirements and reinstated visa-free travel back in October, we were at last able to go on the trip this December!

Over the next few days (maybe weeks?), I'll be posting a series of travelogue-style blog entries about the trip itself (mostly in chronological order), and there will be plenty of pictures of my favorite parts. It was by far the best trip I've had the opportunity to go on before, so I hope some of you will also find this interesting!

Before getting to the meat of the trip in the following posts, I'm going to give some background about us participants. We consisted of two groups of nine university students handpicked from the University of Memphis and from Ohio University, along with one "chaperone" for each group. My group was the one from the University of Memphis, which I'll henceforth call "UofM". No, not the one in Michigan. most of us were picked because of our roles in founding a student organization based out of the Japanese language department at the UofM during the initial COVID lockdowns here in the States. We've been thriving as a group ever since then, being easily the largest organization that this department has had to date. (Not to toot my own horn or anything lol. Plugging our Instagram.)

Some of us had already graduated, yet weren't able to study abroad due to Japan's lockdowns over the last two years, so for them, this trip was almost too good to be true. It was a chance to finally get a taste of what was denied to them before. Our group's chaperone also fell into this category, being a graduate student who some of us had shared classes with during undergrad, as well as being one of us founders of the student org.

All of us from the UofM group were a part of the Japanese department and had studied Japanese for a significant time ahead of this trip; though some had studied for longer than the others, since a few in our group were taking other Majors or had taken a break after graduating. As for me personally, I've been studying Japanese for the last 4-5 years, with the first two-ish years being intense self-study on my own. These days, I mostly study by reading Japanese through video games and manga, supplemented with some more realistic media here and there. (Not to mention the university courses!) I was definitely looking forward to a real-world test of my skills, since I had been avoiding going out of the way to practice my speaking lately, and had been feeling a bit out of touch with where my level was.

The trip was organized and coordinated by the "Japan International Cooperation Center" (or JICE for short) as a part of the Ministry of Foreign Affair's "Japan's Friendship Ties Program", specifically under the label of the "Kakehashi Project" for the North American version of the program. All travel expenses, airfare, lodging, and so forth were completely covered for the participants, which was truly amazing. I had never been to Japan before this trip, in large part due to the cost of the flights to and from Japan!

(As a sidenote, do go easy on me, I'm still fairly new to posting publicly on social media, let alone here on tumblr. I'm a chronic lurker at heart.)

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Many US military operations still use XP. How about you educate your readers with Sony's new electric car, or Sony's new sensors that sense light better than the human eye, or Panasonic's transparent TV, or the countless other proofs that Japan is very much innovating and at the top of their game?īut of course, a low cost carrier uses XP, so of course it's backward. Skymark appears to be taking the philosophy of “If it’s not broken, why fix it?” which isn’t an entirely shocking school of thought regarding technology in Japan. I'm with BertieBooster Linux is extremely stable.Ī fairly pathetic attempt at throwing shade at Japan's technology sector. Moving from Win7 - Win10 is most definitely NOT any upgrade. OS/2 was the best MS-Dos programming environment I ever used. The best thing that ever happened for MS-Dos was OS/2 which could run DOS in protected memory and prevent system crashes. It was common to see 1 program write to RAM used by other programs.

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Due to the architecture, any program or TSR had full access to the memory used by any other program. WinNT 4 was a joy to use and stable for over 30 days at a time.Ĭalling MS-Dos bulletproof isn't accurate either. Rick - WinXP was NOT the first stable OS from Microsoft. Air-gapped networks wouldn't have much risk for WinXP. Not nearly the same as being internet connected. It is a check in system, it connects to network hence it is still a security risk. The top 20 places to visit in Tokyo, as chosen by travelers

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Windows 10’s annoying updates come alive in Twitter artist’s cute yet horrifying manga JAL voted most reliable airline in the world So as long as using old tech isn’t presenting any risks to passenger safety, security, or convenience, Skymark appears to be taking the philosophy of “If it’s not broken, why fix it?” which isn’t an entirely shocking school of thought regarding technology in Kiko In turn, it needs to stay focused on keeping operating costs down, and upgrading every self check-in terminal it’s already installed in airports across the country would be a major expense. Skymark can’t compete with JAL and ANA in terms of luxury or the number of routes/planes it flies, and instead attracts customers by offering much more affordable tickets.

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I still have a PC I run Windows 2000 on, and it works fine and dandy.”īut even if Skymark could continue using Windows XP, why would it? The popular theory is tied to the company’s status as a low-cost carrier. I still run it on my non-online connected PC.” “If it’s not connecting to the Internet, there aren’t any additional security risks from using XP, so it’ll do the job.” Basically as long as you don’t need the terminal to connect to the Internet, it works just fine.” Sometimes I see them when I’m at hospitals. “There are a lot of internal business devices that still run on XP. Heck, the day sent his tweet, Jan 14, was also the day that service ended for Windows 7, the successor to XP’s successor Vista.īut while plenty of people were surprised to see the practically ancient OS rise from the dead like this, other commenters could feel a certain logic in the situation. Windows XP is five generations older than the current standard, Windows 10, and Microsoft officially ended support for the system six years ago. For those of you who haven’t memorized the family tree of Microsoft’s operating system, Windows XP was released all the way back in 2001, and was pushed aside with the introduction of Windows Vista in 2007. It turns out that Japan’s largest independent air carrier, at least at the airport was flying out of, still runs Windows XP for its self-check-in machines. As the system began to reboot recognized the DOS/V startup screen, and figured Skymark’s check-in terminals were probably running on Windows 10, but it turned out his guess was way off…like almost two decades off. However, before he could complete the process a glitch occurred, and the terminal had to shut itself down. As a machinery-reliant company in an advanced economy, you’d probably expect Skymark to be on the technological cutting edge in each and every aspect of its business, but Japanese traveler and Twitter user learned otherwise.Īfter arriving at the airport to hop a Skymark flight to his destination, headed to the carrier’s bank of self-check-in terminals. Skymark Airlines might not be as well-known as Japan’s two largest carriers, Japan Airlines and All Nippon Airlines, but it’s still Japan’s biggest air travel provider outside the JAL and ANA corporate umbrellas.

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Heavenly Principles

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pairing: higuruma hiromi x f!reader

warnings: spoilers for the jujutsu kaisen manga, angst, swearing, fighting, death penalty, accusation of cheating, mentions of smut, unprotected sex, fluff

notes: i havent written anything for a while, i missed it. also i fucking love hiromi like how fucking cool is he. cant wait to read more fics for him.

"so? do you recognize her?" itadori questioned the tired out shadow of a man that sat opposite him on his wooden chair "did you know my sensei?"

higuruma gulped, watching closely the teenager across him. teenagers. he thought. always so loud

"i did know her. is she- was she also one of the casualties"

"she's alive, although she's not doing too well. a curse user hit her with their technique and she's not able to communicate with us. we don't know how to bring her back... i don't know what to do anymore" at that he let the breath he thought he was holding in for years. she's alive.

he did know her. once upon a time when she walked in that bar in shibuya like she owned the place. he was having his own drink when he noticed her walking in like a godess. she was magnificent, elegant and superior to any other creature he had ever seen. what intrigued him even more was when walked towards him and took a seat in the stool right next to his.

"what kind of whiskey do you like"

"excuse me?"

"i asked you what kind of whiskey do you like." he looked at her puzzled, not quite taking in the intentions behind her question.

"yamazaki, why do you ask?"

"you sure have expensive taste" she admired, smiling at the man in front of her "keisuke-san, two yamazaki's with ice please" she spoke softly as the bartender, keisuke-san, as he nodded at the woman.

"i never said i drink it with ice"

"well time you start doing so" who even was she anyway? "y/n gojou" well maybe she might be actually owning the place. she was from the one of the wealthiest clans after all.

"hiruguma hiromi" he murmured looking at the round glass placed in front of him, swirling it around with his hand. "i work as-"

"a lawyer i already know that. i also knew your name actually"

"what do you want from me?" he questioned looking back at her e/c eyes, holding on for dear life not to gaze down at her decolte. "surely you don't want to just share drinks with a stranger. you came prepared"

"ah- you caught me there mr higuruma. i need your help"

"my help how?"

"i need a lawyer."

and this is how he met gojou y/n. a special grade sorcerer like her brother and a teacher at the tokyo metropolitan jujutsu college. a peculiar yet warming presence. an undeniably enticing woman with looks that could pass her as a heavenly principle. in higuruma's eyes she was higher than that and the more she entrusted about herself to him the more infatuated he had become.

yet again she was his client and her case was far more important at the moment than his feelings for her, even if she made it harder for him to focus.

"with how cold and distant you are you certainly remind me of a certain someone" she mused, eyeing the dark hair man from her place in the couch "don't you think you can let loose a bit?im tired and trial could wait"

"well im just trying to not get you in jail, or worse have you take the death penalty. i think we should-"

"im innocent, we're going to prove it whether they like it or not. that doesn't mean we should waste all of our energy in that"

"and what do you wanna waste your energy on, y/n" he asked, her eyes dark as she walked towards his desk office. slowly she lifted her hand to caress his cheek and lowered it down to rest on his shoulder. using her hand as leverage she hopped on his lap, with her legs on either side of his body. she was so close, drawing hiromi even closer with her magnitizing scent"

"you, hiromi"

he remembered how he took her right then and there, indulging into the mystery y/n was. how good she was for him as she moved up and down from his cock. how he became drunk to her every little moan, gasp and whisper of his name. how her lips felt on his neck and how she would gasp and move her hips faster every time he would smack her ass. how he pushed away every file of her case down on the floor so he could fuck her harder against his desk and claim her by pushing his seed deep into her womb after she practically begged him to do so.

"im not gonna let them do anything to you y/n" he had whispered in-between thrusts. "i won't let them take you away from me-" another sharp thrust "let the world be damned, im not letting them touch a single hair of your head" higuruma had noticed the tears slipping down her pretty face. he knew that those words meant so much for her as behind her strong persona she hid a fragile heart that had been corrupted one too many times for the sake of being a jujutsu sorcerer and for the whole year he had been working as her attorney he wanted nothing more than to ease her pain. he was desperate to prove her innocence. he really was.

the day before the final trial he had found her crying on her apartment, the whole place had been a mess and she was screaming as she pushed another one of her expensive vases to her marbled floors. running to her, she had tried pushing him away, telling him to get out. yet again he stayed. he held her in his arms and let her let it all out as she sobbed into his arms. she was scared. scared that they were going to kill her and that she would never see her brother, her students or hiromi again.

he let her cry it out and then kissed her softly, reassuring her that he would not let them, once more. that was his promise from him to her. afterwards, she had fallen asleep in his arms, on the marbled floors as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear.

he had told her, just how much he loved her.

and a day after he felt like he could fly. he had smiled as she cried while the judge claimed her as not guilty. she hugged him so tight, and he didn't even mind how everyone in the room was watching them. her older brother had thanked him, not missing the way his sister would look at hiromi, obviously using it as a way to tease them both. she could not stop smiling. all her friends were there too. he joined them for dinner right after court and he felt as if he could finally show his love for her in public, without fearing of losing his professionalism.

and after dinner he took her to his apartment and made love to her all night long, never leaving an inch of her skin unkissed and never letting her rest until he had given her as many orgasms as he could pull out of her body. he could never get enough of her anyways.

he knew that he would marry her one day, there was no doubt. however, life can change pretty fast and you see, the success y/n's case had meant that more and more people would opt for him as their attorney too. which meant that hiruguma's job as a lawyer would only keep getting more and more hectic.

without even realizing he had distanced himself from y/n who had also been pretty busy with her position as a jujutsu sorcerer. they rarely saw each other and when they did they were both just too tired to spend time as a couple.

that or they would just fight the stress off, taking their pain out on each other until they became sick of each other's presence.

you're never here for me.

you're always away

go fuck your other clients if you're bored

like you'd fuck your colleagues, i know you would

lies, lies, lies.

such meaningless fights. and then one day, right after she had gotten back from a month long mission in ōita prefecture, he just could not take the fights any longer.

"i want to break up with you. i-" he had told her the minute she was about to start another fight while they spoke in his office. y/n felt betrayed and infuriated. however she did not have the energy to fix it, no matter how badly she just wanted to stay. to be with him for the rest of her life.

"i hope i never fucking see you again, higuruma" she had said before slamming the door of his office, leaving as fast as she could before he could see the tears cloud her eyes. she left just as fast as she came in his life, leaving him sitting in his chair, with his head hidden in his hands. he had hoped she would fight on more, he wanted to be as stubborn as she had always been and not let him break up with her. yet why did he even care, if he was the one to suggest the break up?

that was the last time he eversaw her. exactly a year before all hell broke loose in shibuya. not a single minute had he thought about anyone else other than her during this whole entire year. she had been his first thought as he woke up and the last before he went to sleep. he loved her just as much as ever and he wished that maybe, somehow, their souls would cross paths again.

"sir? are you listening to me?"

"my apologies itadori-kun. repeat your question if you might"

"higuruma-san, will you help me bring gojou y/n? back?"

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