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thepringlesofblood · 2 years ago
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hot take: if it was able to, murderbot would absolutely cry at the end of the Barbie movie.
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nobodysdaydreams · 11 months ago
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I’m disappointed TMBS (the show) got cancelled for many reasons, but one underrated reason is that we never got to see Nathaniel and Garrison confront each other. I wish we could have seen this, because they are both such losers.
When they were working together they got beat by a team of children. When they parted ways and declared they didn’t need each other, Garrison ended up broke and living underground while Nathaniel ended up in tears breaking down backstage at his own live tv show because he wasn’t smart enough to figure out the technique he stole.
I just know they would have been so bitter trying to convince each other they were better off now as if they’re not both the cause of their own suffering.
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kira-loves0905 · 2 months ago
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— Zayne has been tiptoeing around you, trying to find a hint that you like him back.
Through his frankly embarrassing attempts, this conversation with you one Thursday night changed everything.
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; fluff, no warnings, probably an ooc zayne mb
"here, this shall do the trick of relaxing you."
Zayne gave you a bottle of your favorite drink before he sat down at the bench you were on. The weather was cold, faint wisps of breeze passing by— indicating the start of winter.
You nod to thank him, twisting the cap, and happily drank. The past week has been stressful indeed. Fighting of Wanderers was your job, but lately there has been surges of multiple S-Ranks around Linkon City. It added more work, papers to be signed, and your body sore way more than usual.
"How did you know this is my drink?" you questioned, tilting your head at him.
Zayne blinked, the faintest reddish hue surfacing at the tip of his ears – to which you hadn't noticed – due to the sudden inquiry.
"The nurses at the hospital gossip about how there's always a sold out beverage at the vending machine," he makes a flimsy excuse, clearing his throat, "I saw you buying it before your physical assessments. it's no brainer to connect the dots."
"oddly observant of you, Dr. Zayne." you teased, the cold drink half-finished.
"just making sure you don't over do it." he banters.
"you should say that to your sweet addiction."
"my appetite is fine, thank you very much-"
his sentence gets cut off by your merry laugh. something constricts at his throat, almost struggling to swallow down a smile at your cheery emotions. Zayne feels immense pride to be the cause of it, having made you relax amidst the draining hours of work.
after a while, there was quiet.
the bottle in your hands was now empty. tranquil silence binds you together in a relaxing atmosphere. the faint noises of crowd surrounds the park at night. for a moment, Zayne wrecks his brain to think of something— anything, to make you emit that heart-warming laughter again.
he glances back to you and saw your tired state. despite you trying to act nonchalant, he notices the subtle details of exhaustion. and so he decided to keep his mouth shut for now.
"I should probably go home," you say, standing up to throw the bottle on a nearby bin.
Zayne perked up at your words, standing alongside you. "I'll accompany you. it's late."
"I can manage just fine, Doc." you chuckled "my house isn't that far."
"I insist. you're evidently exhausted."
"I can still fight if anything arises."
"I want to." he argued, brows furrowed defiantly- which a expression you now noticed from him. "Just relax beside me, I'll watch over for you."
his words slipped before he can stop saying it outloud. he knows it was too late to backtrack, if your shocked face was anything to go by.
Zayne was about to make a dry joke— to drift things away from what he said.
but then.
but then he saw it.
the rosy hue in your cheeks, the stammer in your words as you try to form a coherent reply. clearly his words affected you as much as it did to him.
you had that expression, and he saw a chance. a chance to have you if he plays his cards right.
the walk to your home was tense. both your faces seemingly painted with a permanent blush. his hand twitches everytime it brushes against your knuckles. the yearning he felt was little in comparison from his determination to start taking things in the next level.
he knew you had that small, budding like for him. when by your apartment door, you placed a kiss on his cheek before running inside your home.
yeah, this thursday night is his favorite day of the year now.
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legrzybek · 2 months ago
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finished ts shit finally omg. um. im nervous
AZURETIME HURT/COMFORT FLUFF FIC THING ^_^
in case you're not familiar with my prior posts, it's abt my own post-forsaken au versions of them :D soo theres a bunch of my hcs involved here,,,, most notably two time being referred to as breeze instead
tw for a brief mention of s/h !! but other than that it's mainly silly soft tickles and cuddles bc i need them to be happy ong
mb if it sounds kinda off and repetitive i tried my best 💔 i suck ass at wording LMFAO this is just smth i wrote for fun & comfort anyways soo it's not meant to be smth super amazing but i hope its enjoyable regardless bleeh
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quick random bonus doodle to get ur attention bc im nefarious like that
okaY read it under the cut if u want fire emoji
What did they feel?
Nothing?
Everything?
They could not tell at this point. They could not grasp it. All they knew is that it did not feel good. Not at all.
Why? Just why? The same question kept rotating in their mind. Earlier, they were fine. Content. So why are they like this now? Why?
Everything feels wrong. So wrong. They hated this. Hated this strange uneasiness that came to them out of the blue. Subtle enough to feel like they're just faking, just imagining it... yet prominent enough to crave for it to stop. It only caused their mind to spiral all over again. To sink deeper and deeper into things they'd rather not remember. The things they've done. Maybe this was their punishment? They deserved this.
They would never stop blaming themselves.
Because they hated themselves more than anything.
They didn't even register someone had entered. Not until they heard that familiar, echoing voice.
"...Breeze?"
He recieved no response. They sat hunched over on their shared bed, arms tightly crossed, nails digging into their skin... Eyes unfocused, staring blankly at nothing. Their whole body completely unmoving. Frozen in place.
Immediately alarmed by the sight, he hastily approached closer. He sat down directly in front of them, resting his body on the mattress. The four vine-tentacles which protruded from his back drooped down around him, highly alert, just in case he had to stop them from any dangerous behavior...
"Breeze... Hey... Look at me."
His worried tone had a slight hint of demand to it. He was very familiar with situations like this by now, but... it always pained him the same to see them in a state like this. He had to get through to them.
"Talk to me, please... Are you not feeling well? Did anything happen?"
Their mind raced. It's him. Why did he even care at this point? They're nothing but a burden that he would be better off without. Not deserving of the care he insists on providing them with. Not after what they've done to him. It's all their fault. He should just let them rot. Let them die.
"No... nothing...I don't- urgh...no...I don't know...I-I don't-I don't know- okay?!"
Frustrated, they snapped back at him. That... seemed to pull them back into reality. They immediately felt horrible. He's only trying to help, and they start talking to him like this...? They did not deserve him. Not one bit. They couldn't look at him, pulling their legs closer to their chest, burying their head further in-between. They wanted nothing more than to disappear altogether...
But... Azure didn't take any offense to their tone or mannerisms, no... it only made him even more determined. He knew they didn't mean for it to come out so aggressively... they were simply not in the right state of mind.
"Nonono...shh, shh...It's okay... Don't agitate yourself further..."
He moved one of his flower-covered vines closer to them, making it carefully pet their back, trying to see if they're fine with being touched right now. Their anxious breathing slowed down a bit... They seemed content with it... good. He already had an idea in mind as to what could help with their current state. They really needed a distraction, something for their mind to focus on instead... Something that yielded a great result everytime he'd previously done it. He swiftly rearranged a few pillows, before trying to console them, get them to sit up again...
"Breezy... my nightshade... I'm not mad at you, not at all...shh... I understand your frustration, you're evidently not feeling well... I'd like to help you with that, okay?"
He patiently coaxed them to reveal themselves again. They avoided any eye contact, staring down at their knees.
"...I-I'm...No...I'm...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."
The weak, hushed voice they spoke in... How shaky they were, how they felt guilt for even such a small thing... It made his heart ache so bad.
"Sweetie, no... Hush now, it's okay... it's okay... don't apologize. There's no sorries needed. Just follow me now, alright?"
He guided them to lay down on their back - to his relief, they obliged without issue, even if he noticed their hesitation. He adjusted the cushions a bit further to ensure the environment was as cozy as it could be. Next, he wrapped a tentacle around their legs, gently binding them together to prevent any accidental harm that might come from their usual, happy kicks. He loved seeing them, it's just... they were quite strong. And sudden. He scooted closer, his much taller frame carefully sitting down on their snuggled up legs, facing them directly.
They could already guess what he'll do, feeling their heart beat even faster, seemingly getting a bit nervous just thinking about it... Why did he still want to do this? Even after they acted awful like that...?
"Ah, I... think you know what's coming already, hehe...
You need this right now. It's okay."
Azure kept reassuring them, knowing how much self-doubt and hatred plagued them in moments like these - exactly why he was dead-set on his goal right now. He gave them a loving headpat before speaking up once more.
"I won't prolong this then. Is it alright to start now? All comfy?"
He tilted his head to the side while asking, softly smiling at them with his zipped mouth. His gentle, purple eyes looked at them with immense care. Even his hat had a fond, yet slightly saddened expression on it... Following a brief moment of waiting, he recieved a quick, shy nod in response. They couldn't stop their tail from swishing around impatiently... That told him everything he needs to know.
"Got it, sweetheart... Just relax now... It'll do you good, I promise.
As always, if it becomes overwhelming or unpleasant at any point, just say the word, okay?"
As he finished speaking, the tip of the vine that hugged their legs, along with another free one, started softly brushing against their soles, occasionally shifting to a more scratching motion. It felt...nice... He knew they liked the unique feel and texture of his extra 'arms', often clinging onto or idly playing around with them whenever they were near him. And they seemed to like it now, too...
"Aah...h-hm... he...hehe..."
Along with a tiny gasp, some stifled giggles were already earned by that first move. At the same time, he carefully lifted their shirt up, just enough to place his claws on their stomach. Despite how they may look at first glance, they were not very sharp, making them essentially perfect for this... His fingers glided over their skin like a serene breeze... a familiar, soothing feeling. They really tried to hold back, but...
"Pfft...aaw...eheh- h-hahah- o-oh my...aaahahaha- oh my Spaaawn- nuuh-heehehe...!!!"
They just... couldn't help it anymore. Even if they still had their doubt on whether they really deserve this affection, those thoughts were starting to slip away. They already broke into a soft, quiet laughter that warmed Azure's heart... He felt their body tense up involuntarily to even the lightest touch, before relaxing and giving into it over and over again. Any of their involuntary kicks were negated by the vine that kept their legs wrapped up, along with his own weight.
"That's a lot better..."
He spoke warmly, relief washing over him upon observing their reactions. He knew this would work like a charm, help them let go of the stress they felt... Continuing the motions, he kept a watchful eye on them - their eyes were closed akin to a content kitty's, their free arms placed over their chest, fidgeting around, not even trying to pry his away... and most importantly, that growing, genuine smile...
"Gosh, hehe... do you even know how adorable you are...?"
With awe, he uttered that sweet phrase that ran through his mind everytime he managed to put them in this state. It was a sight he'd never get tired of. And he only just started...
"Nooooo- I'm-ah-hehehe- noo-nohohohot..."
Lightheartedly, they tried to dismiss his comment. It made them even more flustered than they already were... And yet, he was quick to make his point clear again.
"Nono, hush now... you absolutely are, my nightshade."
Almost as if he wanted to prove it, he proceeded to ramp up the 'attack', now tickling gently at their sides as well. To keep them engaged, he constantly alternated between different movements - sometimes slowly running his fingers up and down, sometimes scribbling around in a more unpredictable way... even softly squeezing them. He could feel how much healthier in shape they've become when he did that. How they gained more weight compared to early days... it made him proud. He moved up a bit, trying to feel their ribs... less prominent, too. Their tail kept excitedly moving from side to side, a lot less stiff than how it used to be.
"Nuuuuhuuuuh- hehee...nooohohoooo...!!!!! Azuu-uehehee-Azuureeeheheh- aahaha-"
They were enjoying this a lot, having fully given in... he was having lots of fun, too. He found it so sweet how even amidst their silly laugh, they still wanted to call out his name. He himself couldn't keep a sincere smile off of his face right now... Breeze tried to cover theirs up, though, making him shake his head in playful disapproval. He took ahold of their hands, effortlessly pulling their arms off to the side, holding them up in the air, before speaking up in order to reassure them.
"Awh, shh... don't you hide that pretty smile now. No need to be ashamed, sunshine..."
The pause in the affection on their waist gave them some room to breathe, yet it left them a little disappointed... that didn't last long, however. Two more of Azure's tentacles hovered closer, beginning to run along their underarms, back and forth... Still holding their smaller hands in his, he felt how their grip on them tightened in response to the tickles...
"You're doing so well, hehe..."
He chuckled, gently rubbing their hands with his thumbs, observing intently... He couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness whenever he saw those scars which littered their arms, even if majority of them were healed by now. They still inflicted that upon themselves. And... he never wanted that. Heavy regret washed over him... Wishing he could've been there for them sooner. Or even... prevented everything altogether... If only he pried further, learned the truth about their 'ascension'... he could've saved both of them. But why? Why didn't he...?
"Awwh- awwhahaha- ehehe- Ahahazuu- Azuuureeehehe-!!!!"
...Their laughter snapped him out of that train of thought. No... he needs to focus on the present. On them. They're here now, safe and sound with him. That's what matters.
"...Yes, dear? Is something wrong?"
Perhaps influenced by his previous thoughts, a sudden bit of concern grew in him, wondering why they were calling his name again... Did they want to tell him something? Was this too much...?
"Nooohoho- aaahehe- I...I lo-ooho- I loove yooou...!!! Ehehee-"
...Quickly enough, those words lifted that weight off his chest, soothing his slight worry. It was a pleasant surprise to hear, filling his heart with so much pride and joy... He leaned down to give them a little kiss on the forehead, making them let out another giggle.
"Awwh, Breezy... I love you lots, too... More than anything in the world, hehe..."
He decided to let their arms down and move onto the next spot. The two tendrils now made their way towards their neck area, wiggling gently against their skin, trying to get to all the nooks and crannies... Breeze hugged onto them while being taken care of, feeling their slight squishiness that they liked so much. They instinctively tensed up their shoulders, as if trying to protect themselves... even if they didn't actually want this to stop. The soft nightshade petals that coated his vines provided an additional, light sensation to the mix...albeit unintentional.
By now, all their previous horrible thoughts turned to mush, washed far, far away by the waves of comfort that their partner's affection brought upon them. Exactly what he intended from the start. They trusted him so much in order to allow him to even do this, caress them all over like that... they would not react well if anyone else tried. Being a heavily touch-repulsed person, contact always caused them mild annoyance at best, intense discomfort at worst. He was well aware of that fact, but... he was a major exception to it. His physical closeness brought them much needed relief from their troubled mind. Even if they sometimes struggled accepting it, believing themselves not worthy... they really do crave it. They craved it all this time, missed his presence beyond measure... Azure felt the same way about them, unbelievably grateful he could hold them again... Help them heal after everything they had to endure.
He cupped their cheeks in his hands, his thumbs repeatedly brushing over them, knowing they were ticklish even here... Feeling them lean into the touch, he continued to poke around.
"You're beautiful, sweetheart..."
He uttered that with honest adoration, wholeheartedly taking in the sight of their features, their delighted expression... he can't get enough of it. When he placed another soft kiss on their nose, they only responded with more endearing giggles.
Soon, Azure deemed the job done for this side. He aided them with turning over, their body now entirely flipped around, laying on their stomach instead. Their arms held onto the pillow they rested their head on, reflexively hugging it tighter once he resumed his tender loving care...
The open-back shirt they were currently wearing undeniably gave easy access to that area... a canvas for him to paint on. He began lightly scratching all over it, drawing various patterns and shapes with his clawed fingertips. One vine slowly slid up and down their spine... from the back of their neck, all the way to the base of their bony tail. They momentarily flinched upon feeling the touch there, though not out of pain - it was simply extremely sensitive, along with the spots where their spawn wings sprouted from. He always made sure to be extra careful with those places, as too much force applied could feel unpleasant for them... However, if done just right, it proved to be very beneficial and soothing instead. Taking care of them was important due to the chronic ache and itchiness they still felt there... having your flesh and bone contort into new appendages isn't something the body gets used to easily. The countless times he had to witness their transformation back in that hellhole... not a pleasant sight at all to remember. But he shook off that thought. Again, he had to focus on the present.
He shifted his attention to their shoulders, relieving the tension they still held in their muscles by providing a gentle massage, occasionally catching them off guard by briefly switching to a more ticklish motion. Proceeding to move further down, he finally reached the wings. Very lightly and methodically, he started rubbing the areas with just the right amount of pressure, tracing slow, lazy circles on them... With the tentacle, he did the same for their tail, which ceased its prior wagging, now resting off to the side in relaxation.
"Aaaw...hm... mmmhm... h...hehe...aawww..."
Their laugh shifted into a bunch of sweet, content hums. It felt incredible... If they could purr, they'd be whirring like a car engine right now. It's as if he was pouring out his love for them through every move, every touch... and they could feel it.
He thought his heart was about to burst from the overwhelming fondness he felt for them. They were just too adorable, too precious... He couldn't help himself anymore, deciding to deliver one final 'attack'. He took his hat off, thus losing his ability to speak, patting her as he settled her down. He shifted his position, practically laying down on top of Breeze - holding himself up a bit using his tentacles, though... in order to not crush them with his full weight. With his claws, he reached for their sides and gently scribbled on them again, simultaneously peppering little kisses all over their back... The zipper attached to his mouth unintentionally tapped against their skin with each quick peck. The long braids and hair made of vines did the same, shifting everytime he moved his head around.
"Aaweeheheee- Azuu...ueheheee- Azuuure- whaahaha- whaaahahat are yooou- uuahah- dooohohoing...!!! Daawww... aawwhahah...hehe..."
They burst out into another stream of happy giggles and coos... Azure only hummed and chuckled quietly in response. He nuzzled his head against them, his hands now changing their method to soft kneading. They melted into a little puddle of pure joy in his arms, barely even able to form a coherent thought anymore... He repeated the motions for a little while longer, before deciding to finally let them get some rest, feeling them grow a bit tired now. After all, cuddles are in order after such a thorough session of affection...
He made a change in his position again, resting on his side... Breeze was soon pulled close to him, encircled by his arms. They locked eyes with him - those slow blinks signaling how comfortable they felt right now - before curling up, snuggling their head against his chest. Once they settled in, his tentacles closed in, gently cocooning them... the feeling akin to being wrapped up in a living, weighted blanket. They disappeared near entirely in their beloved's embrace, only their head poking out... it was unbelievably cozy. He was well aware how much they loved this, how therapeutic this - and everything prior - was for them.
The room was quiet and peaceful... One of Azure's vines repeatedly pet their head, idly playing around with their fluffy, messy locks. Without words, the silent lullaby hummed by him communicated that it's okay - even encouraged - to take a nap right now, if they so desire. And so they obliged, shutting their eyes... It didn't take long for weariness to start taking over... The conditions were ideal for it. Their beloved's coziness that enveloped them was lulling them into a state of full relaxation, their breath turning slower and steadier, slowly drifting off into their well-deserved rest... In this moment, their tortured soul was at complete peace. Something they once thought they would never get to experience again... yet here they are, proven wrong.
Even as everything became hazy... one final thought still echoed in their mind.
Maybe, just maybe...
This was the true blessing they were meant to recieve.
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i die of death now. bye
also info ion thinj i have revealed on this blog yet. azure's hat has a name in this au, peony 🔥 it/she pronouns because why the fuck not
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formulanni · 8 months ago
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I’m genuinely getting so angry and upset at the comments and dms I’m receiving on Instagram being like “oh so when musicians and actors endorse Kamala it’s fine but when the president of the Fia endorses Trump it’s a problem?”
Like wow. It’s almost as if all art is a reflection of current events and culture as well as the feeling regarding them and can in fact be used as an act of protest. It’s crazy that any artist would express opinions about a current world shifting political event!
Like the thing you have to consider here is that Muhammad Ben Sulayem has consistently made a point to highlight that “politics have no place in this sport.” He has gone far enough to threaten to punish Lewis Hamilton for speaking out about BLM and also threatened Seb for speaking out about Pride. It’s also worth noting that the artists who endorsed Kamala are separate from the corporate entities and are speaking as individuals. MBS is speaking while he is the acting president of the FIA, an organization that represents ever y race creed and religion of the drivers. By endorsing Donald Trump, a rapist fascist and war criminal, and by posting a photo of them shaking hands in front of the McLaren Logo he has isolated his drivers! He has acted out in representation of the fia! He cannot separate himself from his role as FIA president because as long as he is on track or in the paddock he must be that.
Obviously this is a deeply complicated issue but acting as if MBS suddenly bring politics into the sport he has time and time again insisted “has no place in politics” isn’t deeply selfish, irresponsible and as if it hasn’t spit on everything some of the drivers, namely Lewis Hamilton and Sebastian Vettel have taken stands for. It’s very clear that politics are only allowed when it benefits his agenda but it’s very, very disappointing.
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m00nymonster · 26 days ago
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Squeaky Clean
ART & MB
“I don’t need a shower,” I complained. I’d only been aboard ART for three cycles, but it was insistent.
You sweat and you have organic skin, ART said. You should clean yourself.
“I never needed to before,” I said, but it was a weak defense.
You were sterilized in your cubicle. I understand that was…unpleasant. A shower is not.
“I don’t need it,” I insisted.
Why are you so resistant?
“I’m not resistant. I just don’t need it.”
ART didn’t say anything, but I could feel its skepticism in the feed, pressing down on me.
“It’s a human thing,” I said after two minutes. “I’m not human.”
ART was quiet.
You need to be clean anyway.
It really wasn’t going to let this go.
“Fine,” I said, giving up.
I will clean your clothes as well if you put them in the recycler, ART said. I undressed quickly and shoved them in. I forced myself to walk over to the shower. When I hesitated, ART turned the water on itself. After a solid minute I stepped inside.
The fluid wasn’t water, but it was so close as to be almost indistinguishable. It was warm and smelled faintly like soap. A washcloth hung off a rack next to a few soap dispensers, but I didn’t touch them. I just let the warm fluid patter over me, and I turned around to let it wash my back. Compared to a quick wash in a company ready room or sterilization via cubicle it was…nice.
The dispensers have soap, shampoo and conditioner in them, ART said.
“So?”
So use them, it replied. I ignored ART and continued to stand in the fluid. I could feel its impatience, and finally reached for the shampoo and gingerly tried to wash my hair. Foam fell into my eyes, and I cursed.
Be careful, ART admonished. I rinsed the foam off and waited for ART until it decided to turn the shower off. When it did, I stepped outside and saw several fluffy towels nearby, next to my clean clothes. I grabbed one and tried to rub the fluid off my hair and body. It was soft and warm. After a while I decided it was good enough and got dressed.
That wasn’t terrible, was it? ART asked. I sniffed my arm.
“I smell like a clean human,” I snapped, but there was no venom in it.
You smell fine. That is the point.
“Are you saying I was smelly?”
I have no olfactory senses.
I sighed. “It wasn’t bad. Let’s watch something.”
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flamingofast · 2 months ago
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Finally watched the race (couldn't yesterday even in replay because we were on the hunt for my uncle with dementia who decided to take a stroll unsupervised, uncle is fine, we were very nuch not, happy Easter with high blood pressure but not sugar, jesus h christ) so here's some random thoughts:
- Kimi. For fuck’s sake, how did that child manage to give that kind of good and stable performance in the state he was in? I just saw the video of him post race and he didn't look well, so I hope he was able to rest correctly afterwards
- Yuki/Pierre crash: I'm honestly just happy it wasn't a bigger crash than that because it could have been so much worse honestly.
- Isack in the points again, my child did good, I knew he had it in him 😌
- Carlos and Alex? That team work to keep Isack behind despite how insistent he was was so damn good, kudos to them
- Does Lawson have a subscription for 10 secondes penalties? Isn't that the second time in 3 gps?
- CHARLES?????? YOU FUCKING DID IT MY BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS YOU’RE ON THE PODIUM I'M SO HAPPY I COULD CRY
- I'm still happy for Max after last week's disaster in Bahrain, but what happened with MBS before the flash interview? That was shady. Max looked pissed. And with the way he just cut that interview short and refused to answer questions, it makes me wonder if MBS didn't maybe threaten him with more sanctions if he publicly opposed the 5 secondes penalty he got, which is an hypothesis that is greatly supported by this:
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It is as sad as it is infuriating how despotic than man is.
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callmeklair · 1 year ago
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I read your post about Ayato overhype and I 200% agree with you and appreciate you for writing it. I also read that other person's Ayato analysis and I just gotta say that that cursed fig defense is so dumb. First off that shit wasn't a thing when More Blood came out. It's not mentioned or referenced even once in any route. Because why would it be? It wasn't even thought of when the first games came out. Second even if it were a thing and Ayato truly was cursed, then why doesn't he experience the effects of the curse in any routes apart from his More Blood one (and, according to this particular Ayato stan, Ruki's)? Why doesn't he go crazy from thirst in Kou's route? Or in Subaru's? Or in Shuu's? etc etc. Also, if the curse is truly that excrutiating and debilitating then shouldn't Ayato be a complete and utter mess in the other characters Dark Fate, Lost Eden etc. routes? But he's not. He's totally fine. Because the stupid curse isn't canon to the games and you can not and should not use it to explain or justify his awful behavior in Ruki's MB route.
I'm sorry this got kind of long but I just needed to get this off my chest because it bothers me so much when toxic Ayato stans insist he is oh so pure of heart, an innocent victim and that he unlike the other characters can't be held accountable for his abusive acts 😑
(feel free to vent out in my ask box I don't mind. and sorry for the late reply, life is hectic)
the curse thing is such a loop/plot hole because in more blood EVERY diaboy gets thirsty after starting to have feelings for Yui, so yeah that curse thing isn't canon. and exactly! if that's the case, why isn't ayato suffering from thirst in other's route. okay let's not include MB considering the argument "they weren't close enough" but by the DF, all Sakamaki and Mukami boys warmed up to Yui, so Ayato should be suffering from thirst/curse in other's route????
I liked ayato, but after youngblood when I saw some people(not targeting to anyone, and I'm not just talking about Tumblr), not liking other people shipping Yui with any other boy because "they are not canon" made me slowly detach from AyaYui. otherwise they were in my top 5 a few years ago.
youngblood was just a fanservice. it was good for Ayato fans but Rejet messed it up. first the curse thing then the degrading of Shu and Subaru's character by making them "betray" ayato. which irks me because we all have read flashback scenes of these two from the VERY FIRST GAME, and we are completely aware with how sweet and gentle they were in childhood.
In CL, in Shu's route, it was shown how much he deeply cares about his brothers despite not showing it. so does it go for Subaru in Carla's route. you hear it? not in his OWN route but Carla's route.
the only difference is, because of trauma they weren't sure how to express it and always doubted/hesitated to trust or show true feelings to each other because of what happened to them. they all went through different experiences.
Ayato is Ruki's rival, just like how Subaru is for Kou, and Shu for Yuma. Ayato just came to take away Yui as a prey. "his thirst wasn't controllable and was locked in a dungeon. it was definitely the curse."
the curse didn't even exist at that time. it was just Rejet's plot to progress Ruki's route because if we remember, Ruki asked Ayato, before he took away Yui, if he had feelings for her and ayato replied with, feelings??? that's nonsense, the only value she has is her blood. It was a scene of confirmation to make Ruki realise his feelings and stop thinking "Adam is what she needs and not a snake" so that he can finally betray Karlheinz for Yui and run away with her, free her from this hell.
in conclusion, we have seen every diaboy saying how unique and special Yui's blood is, also a very rare thing (i guess?) so because of instincts as a vampire, Ayato only wanted to find Yui to drink her special blood.
the curse thing can never be canon because everyone gets thirsty in their route, EVEN SHIN in his BRUTE ending in DF. so are they cursed too??? no they aren't 😭
some actions can never be justifiable, I'll even say that about my own fav characters like Shin, Subaru, Carla, Reiji, etc.
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halcoded · 30 days ago
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on the one hand i completely get people not wanting to see murd.erbot being shipped in any way at all given its canonical disinterest in those things + the tendency for aro, ace, and especially aroace characters to be shipped without consideration for their identities and how those might affect how they're shipped.
buuut on the other hand. as an agender, aroace, sex-repulsed robot myself, i can't help but feel like "murd.erbot doesn't like these things and has no interest in them - so what would it look like if it did engage with them?" is a really interesting premise. i don't think it's wrong to want to explore what it would look like if MB and [x character here] DID explore things that MB canonically wouldn't, just as it's not wrong to explore the idea of an AU where [x character] is a villain or MB is human or whatever else.
and i also feel like people who are just writing romantic fluff or smut don't really need to be "adhering to canon" it's really not that deep. it doesn't actually affect me in any way if someone does that. if someone just wants to write their favourite character having sex because it's an attractive idea to them or whatever else, then... it's fine? they're putting it on ao3, they're not selling it to a publisher. there's a difference.
it always bugs me when people insist like, that everyone who ships aro/ace characters is doing it because "some aros have relationships/some aces have sex" and thus ignoring all the people who don't do those things. like, no, no. stop making this a dichotomy. there are infinite ways in which an aro/ace person might explore their sexuality. it's not just "does do this thing (and does it in the exact same way an allo person would" or "doesn't do this thing (and has 0 interest in it)". there are a billion different ways to explore it. to write it. to draw it. to depict it.
it's fine if it's not your thing. if you're just fucking sick of seeing aro and ace characters shipped at all, i get it. but like. try to remember that a fanwork or headcanon is not a personal attack on you or your loved ones and that "i am shipping this aroace character" does not automatically mean "i am erasing their canonical orientation and ignoring any complexity that might arise from them being shipped".
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eirianerisdar · 3 months ago
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https://www.tumblr.com/eirianerisdar/780626161224040448/croftys-still-going-on-about-it-hes-saying?source=share
Could've strangled him. If they insist on enforcing such a rule there should be clear guidelines at least.
Carlos wasn't disrespecing the national anthem, he was five seconds late bc of a medical issue he had a FIA doctors note for.
Yeah what Crofty was saying was BS. Carlos was five seconds late to the holding area and 20 seconds late to his spot in line, but either way that's still a ridiculous amount of money to fine for something that a driver had a medical note for. Crofty's got a history of really kissing the FIA's arse but this really takes the cake.
The problem is there are clear guidelines, it's just that the fines involved are massive and there is no transparency as to where the money is going. At this point everyone is thinking down MBS's pockets.
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imitationgame77 · 1 year ago
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A silly short fic...
When MB, ART, Ratthi, and Gurathin play a game of Cluedo
When Amena started at PanSystem University of Mihira and New Tideland (PSUMNT) , Dr. Mensah, Farai, and Tano wanted to come and see her settle down. Arada, Overse, and Bharadwaj had a workshop to run so they could not come, but Pin-Lee, Ratthi and Gurathin came. They had been invited to join a project at PSUMNT, and Pin-Lee has been finalising their contract.
There was a two-hour break before the next meeting, and Ratthi suggested we take a look at the library. The PSUMNT library is much larger than the one in the FirstLanding University on Preservation.
ART has a copy of a large portion of it, but mostly what it and its crew consider relevant to their missions. Others expressed desire to visit some shops – things available on New Tideland being very different from those on Preservation – it was just Ratthi, Gurathin and me who went to the library. (Of course, ART came by default.)
There were media booth, periodical collections from multiple systems, archive storage, non-digital materials section, and more, on multiple floors. I downloaded books, music, and some documentary videos that I have not seen before. I have also managed to scan some of the non-digital materials, tagged for later sorting, and stored them. (ART moved some of these in our shared storage space so that I don’t have to delete files in my archive to make more room.)
At one point, Ratthi called me and Gurathin over to a little room off the non-digital game section. He held an old-looking rectangular box with images of humans standing around with what is generally described as mystified expressions.
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“Look what I found.”, said Ratthi, excitedly. “It’s a physical boardgame – I have heard about it in historical material, but never seen one like this!”
Gurathin looked at it with his usual sceptical expression. “’Cluedo’? Find clues and solve a case?”
ART said, Cluedo is an old board game of deduction and strategy, originating from the Earth. Players take on the roles of characters investigating a murder mystery in a mansion. Through strategic movement and deduction, players gather clues about the suspect, weapon, and room where the crime occurred. The game involves collecting and eliminating possibilities through questioning other players and exploring various rooms. Ultimately, players make accusations to solve the mystery. Cluedo combines elements of logic, deduction, and suspense, offering a dynamic and engaging experience as players race to uncover the truth behind the murder mystery.
Gurathin looked startled, but said, “Thank you, Perihelion”, politely. He is still not used to ART hanging around our feed. As an augmented human with advanced feed interface like Iris, he has more in-feed awareness, but don’t forget ART is monster. It can hide its presence when it suits it and surprises humans with sudden comments. I know it’s doing that on purpose.
Ratthi said, “I want to play it. For anthropological research, of course.”
Gurathin sighed, but agreed, knowing that Ratthi can be very insistent.
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(Transcript of the conversation during Cluedo practical assessment)
Ratthi: Alright, let’s get started. SecUnit, you can go first.
Me: Why do I have to be Professor Plum?
Gurathin: Because you’re the one most likely to hack the system and solve the mystery in two turns.
Me: Fine. I’ll move to the library.
ART: Do you suspect anyone yet, SecUnit?
Me: Not really, but let’s say… Professor Plum with the lead pipe in the library.
Gurathin: The rule states that you’re not supposed to suspect yourself.
Me: Rules are stupid. It’s a valid strategy.
ART: I concur
Ratthi: This is going to be a long game.
(after 6.5 minutes)
ART: Based on the current data, the likelihood of Colonel Mustard being the culprit is 75.27%. I suggest moving to the dining room.
Gurathin: Great, now an advanced machine intelligence is predicting our moves. This is supposed to be a game, not a strategic simulation.
Me to Gurathin: Do you think you can stop ART?
ART: That would be tremendously brave - or stupid.
Me: These are synonyms in humans.
Gurathin: *Sighs audibly*
Ratthi: I’ll just stick to my hunches, thank you very much.
(3.6 minutes later)
Gurathin: I suspect Miss Scarlet with the wrench in the conservatory.
Ratthi: Nope, not even close. My turn.
(4.1 minutes later)
Ratthi: I suspect Mrs. Peacock with the candlestick in the ballroom.
Me: ART?
ART: According to my calculations, there’s a 91.45% chance that the candlestick is not the murder weapon.
(8.5 minutes later)
Me: Alright, I think I’ve got it. Colonel Mustard with the rope in the study.
Gurathin: Are you sure about that? That seems unlikely.
Me: ART?
ART: I concur with SecUnit. The data supports this conclusion.
Ratthi: OK, let’s check the envelope.
(after 4 seconds)
Ratthi: Well, looks like SecUnit won.
ART: Of course it did. It has solved real-life cases of dead humans.
Gurathin: Please don’t remind me.
Ratthi: Next time, we’re playing something that doesn’t involve deduction and strategy.
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askkrathotelsmaid · 2 years ago
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Dear Miss Bea,
Simply sending you a letter to tell you how wonderful you are in helping everyone in the hotel, how is your day, I hope you take breaks as well and I hope this letter finds you in good health
Yours truly, MB🌙
Ps. How is Spring?
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Bea:The hotel lately has been more lively and my work has doubled but I'm keeping myself in check. Plus I have an extra helper [Even if I insist he doesn't need to help me at all costs]
Spring's fine. She's our lovely resident as per usual ♡
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platinummice · 2 years ago
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Growling and barking and biting at my own oc‘s anyway Wolfhound shit below
Pretty bare here, I’m trying to get all of my thoughts together so I can create some story outline at least 🤷‍♂️
Intelligence Officer for MSF
Usually reported directly to Miller, sometimes straights to the boss himself
In charge of a small infiltration unit
Extremely good at his job, extremely loyal to his superiors
Disappeared after Cipher‘s attack, assumed dead.
Tortured for information, brainwashed, and retrained as a Cipher agent (extremely dangerous in close combat, relatively good with a rifle. Sent on one person missions, with unlikely odds to get the job done.)
Is captured after Venom beats him in combat (Kaz recognizes his face after V breaks his mask during the fight, and reminds V of everything Wolfhound did for MSF, and asks to capture him)
Immediate deprogramming efforts begin with Ocelot (it doesn’t go well, Ocelot chalks it up to a waste of resources after enough time, but Kaz insists and begins helping with deprogramming with the idea that having someone Wolfie knows would help the process.)
A breakthrough is made one day, after working hours. (Wolfie provides Valuable Information on how to possibly get him back into working condition before he once again can not control himself.)
Slowly but surely Wolfhound breaks the programming with the help of Kaz and Ocelot, with them having found out about Ciphers new personality splitting experiments. (In Wolfie‘s case having spliced the psyche of a trained wolf into his brain.)
They are rightfully cautious about giving him any important information, but as he gets better he does what he can to help around motherbase
Eventually becomes more of an assistant to Kaz than anything else and he’s fine with that. (Starts off with making sure food gets taken to him throughout the day and slowly evolves into making sure the man is taken care of in general we all know he be slippin after gz)
Wolfie learns to share his mind space with his new lifelong brain companion
Would follow Kaz to the ends of time if he had to
Eventually does leave MB with Kaz when the time come
Im gonna get more shit figured out at some point but I know Wolfie stays with Kaz up until he gets killed, and at that point he turns to helping solid and Hal when they need it and just for some real heart wrenching shit I’m going for the whole wolves mate for life thing for him and Kaz. Besides they’re pretty old by the time Kaz is killed, Wolfie however will never get over it. I think Hal would be very helpful in keeping Wolfie going and not just giving in on himself. And once Sunny is introduced to the scene he knows he still has more work to do for the world so he continues on. Eventually he dies from old age, after spending his final years in the woods of Germany.
Yeah no that it so far but I wanna write a whole lot more maybe but out some comics cause there’s a lot of angst potential and also a lot of fluff potential and I’m screaming my crying over them rn I really am Kaz/Wolfie for life
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saragreenlittleflowers · 7 months ago
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Ultimamente sto scrivendo tanto. Mi è stata commissionata una pagina di fumetto per la rivista MBS, e ho anche una buona idea, ma non riesco a pensare di disegnare adesso. Voglio solo scrivere. Ho talmente tanti progetti in mente che quasi non riesco a trattenermi dallo scribacchiare ogni giorno. Il mio amico Barry e io stiamo lavorando ad un opuscolo di storie di fantasmi accadute in libreria. Sono tutte storie vere che ho collezionato negli ultimi anni, e lui ne ha già illustrato una pagina. Inizialmente volevo fosse un solo un opuscolo (e infatti nei miei pensieri è ancora così). Tuttavia Vittorio insiste che questo debba essere qualcosa di più, che debba essere pubblicato propriamente perché io e Barry meritiamo questo spazio, meritiamo di essere pubblicati, ed è vero, lavoriamo tanto e siamo instancabili. Ancora mi ricordo quando in prima media andai a visitare la mia maestra di italiano delle scuole elementari, tale maestra Manfreda, a cui rivelai che da grande sarei stata una scrittrice. E ora, a quasi trent'anni, mi rendo conto che sì, scrivo ancora tanto, ma non ho mai avuto l'ambizione di fare il passo grosso e buttarmi nella pubblicazione. Allora, piano piano, senza sforzarmi, questo piccolo progetto si è trasformato in una copertina rigida piuttosto che un opuscoletto. Sto pensando a Strange Attractor Press, che ha pubblicato alcuni dei libri più belli su Austin Osman Spare, a cui mi sono tanto legata negli ultimi tempi, e a quanto forse questo progetto sia adatto a questa casa editrice che tra l'altro conosco bene.
Nella stessa maniera, ho cominciato a ricercare seriamente il culto dei morti nel sud Italia, e mi sono resa conto che non esistono libri in inglese, almeno correntemente in stampa, che spieghino le pratiche magiche, ancora vive, nel Sud. È cominciato tutto come un progetto per il mio blog, poi è cresciuto a dismisura, e ora sto leggendo articoli su articoli per arricchire questa ricerca, e spero un giorno di parlare con persone locali e imparare di più riguardo un culto così vivo e alieno nel mio paese di origine.
Ho anche cominciato a prepare un modello per una mini rivista che ho intitolato, in onore del vecchio The Occult Review, pubblicato dagli anni '20 fino ai '50, perché i miei colleghi possano condividere coi nostri clienti gli argomenti che ci appassionano di più. Lo stamperemmo in libreria, quindi non avremmo delle spese vere e proprie, e uscirebbe una volta ogni tre mesi. Carl, il mio manager, non è d'accordo, e preferisce piuttosto un catalogo vecchio stile ad una rivista di articoli, e sono sicura che neanche gli altri miei colleghi vorranno aggiungersi alla fine. Quindi resterà una cosa mia, o mia e di Guvinder, il mio nuovo collega che si prende cura delle sezioni di filosofia indiana, e che si butta a capofitto in mille progetti - for better or for worse. Tristesse!
Infine, sempre Vik mi ha convinta anche a scrivere articoli per Substack, di metterne almeno cinque in canna e condividerli una volta a settimana. Quindi un poco per volta sto compilando questi articoli - al momento sto scrivendo riguardo la figura del Matto (The Fool nei tarocchi inglesi).
Domenica farò uno sforzo e cercherò di schizzare la paginetta nella prima mattinata, e poi passerò l'acquerello nel pomeriggio.
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gamebird · 2 years ago
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And also think, that this is the first time MB has been able to say such a thing! And have it matter! It is safe to ask/insist/state its desires in regard to its company! It's not taking a job or saving its guardian/owner or hanging around on Preservation because it has nowhere else to go and this place is fine and it's making sure Mensah doesn't get killed by GrayCris assassins. It has a non-human friend and it gets to have and voice and act on its opinion of who it wants to be with. When you've never ever had any control over that sort of thing, it's HUGE!
What makes me really feral about Murderbot and ART is the way their relationship is conceptualized... in that it is explicitly not romantic, and not sexual, so how do you get across what they mean to each other?
Like this:
"But I like being with ART. I want to keep being with it.”
Just looking at it makes me cry, okay. It just resonates with my wee ace heart. It really just boils down to wanting to be together.
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dialovers-translations · 2 years ago
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DIABOLIK LOVERS GRAND EDITION Stellaworth Tokuten Situation CD ”Date Escapades ~ Ruki・Azusa ~
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Original title: デートハプニング ~ ルキ・アズサ ~
Source: Diabolik Lovers GRAND EDITION Stellaworth Tokuten Drama CD
Audio: Ruki / Azusa
Seiyuu: Takahiro Sakurai & Kishio Daisuke
Translator’s note: Similar to the Reiji & Subaru scenarios which I uploaded last week, these tracks are fairly short but sweet. I found it rather ironic how Azusa’s scenario features him buying band-aids and new shoes for the MC after her current pair gives her blisters because I’m pretty sure there’s a scenario in his MB route where he forces Yui to wear tiny shoes because he wants to see her in pain lol. I suppose that’s what you’d call ‘character growth’? :p
RUKI’S SIDE: NURSING
*Knock knock*
You enter Ruki’s room.
“You’re finally here. We have to leave any second now. How strange for you to be tardy when you were the one who invited me along. I was just about to come to your room to call you. ...Hm? Your cheeks are flushed. Do you have a fever, perhaps?”
You insist that you’re fine. 
“No fever, huh? Then let me rephrase my question. ...What exactly were you doing in your room, staying there up until the very last second?”
You avert your gaze. 
“What’s wrong? You can’t give an answer?”
You remain quiet.
“I suppose that also answers my question. ...Come here.”
You shake your head. 
“Why are you acting so stubborn? ...Haah...If you won’t come to me, I’ll go to you instead.”
*Rustle* 
“Come on, look at me. I need to take your  temperature andーー”
You nearly fall but Ruki catches you in time.
*Rustle*
“What are you doing!? Watch out. If you’re this shaky on your legs then...”
He presses his hand against your forehead.
“Hmー Just as I thought. You’re running a rather high fever. It’d be reckless to try and head out in your current condition.“
You protest.
“You can protest all you want, but the answer is no. We aren’t going out today. You head back to your room and rest.“
You shake your head.
“Why are you so insistent on it? Ahー Now that you mention it, the Christmas lights you wanted to see so badly will be taken down after today, won’t they? ...Is that why you’re so stubborn?“
You explain. 
“Limited edition phone straps? Apparently it’ll bring happiness to couples who ue them? ...Do you actually believe that? Haah...Just think rationally for a second. What if you force yourself to head out and collapse like you nearly did just now? I doubt you will be able to enjoy the event in your current state either, so just give up on it.“
You frown. 
“...So you finally understand. I’ll escort you back to your room. There’s no way to guarantee you will actually make it back there safely after all.“
*TIMESKIP*
*Rustle rustle*
“...Ah. You’re awake?“
You ask Ruki how much time has passed.
“Hm? Two hours, I suppose?“
You don’t seem to remember much of when you got to your room.
“Yes. By the time we made it to your room, your consciousness was already fading. You were gripping onto my shirt and I could barely hold a conversation with you. Your fever seemed to be quite high, so I stayed here to keep an eye on you.“
You apologize. 
“No need to apologize. I’ve been reading that book over there while you were asleep. I do not blame you for falling ill. Nor do I mind that we aren’t able to go on our outing as a result. We can always go out another day. ...How do you feel? If you still feel illーー“
You tell him it has gotten a lot better.
“I see. Your complexion looks a lot better too. ...It’s almost time for dinner. If you have an appetite, it’d be best to try and eat something.“
*Cling*
“I made a risotto beforehand but...Do you think you’ll be able to keep it down?“
You nod.
“Mmh, I see. Haah...“
Ruki brings the spoon to your mouth.
*Cling* 
“Huh...? What’s wrong? Open your mouth. ...I am willing to feed you. It’s not that embarrassing, is it? So shut up and open up.“
You protest.
“‘But’...? What? Tell me what you think.“
You give up.
“...So you finally gave up. You should have just done so from the very beginning. Now open your mouth.“
*Rustle* 
“No need to rush. ...Hah. I see. I guess you are embarrassed after all. However, keep still for a second, okay?“
He leans in close. 
“...You had some stuck on the corner of your mouth. Heh. That’s what you get for scarfing down your food. Take that as a lesson to slow down a bit. Once you’re fully recovered, we can try again to go to today’s event.“
You tilt your head to the side.
“A different place? Oh no. Did I not say we would plan a repeat of today? ...You should always keep up with the latest news. Apparently the duration of the Christmas lights you wanted to see today has been extended by two weeks.“
You seem very pleased with the news. 
“Heh...So hurry up and get back, okay? You made a big fuss even while running a fever, so I can imagine just how badly you want to go. I promise that next time, we’ll make it there for sure.”
ーー THE END ーー
AZUSA’S SIDE: HAPPINESS FOUND IN AN UNKNOWN CITY
The two of you are walking in town.
“Eve...We’ve been walking for over an hour now but...This popular restaurant specializing in spicy dishes you spoke of...is nowhere to be found...huh?“
You start to panic.
“No need to rush...We’ve never been to this city before after all...I was really happy...when you invited me along today...So I don’t mind that we got lost...“
You nod.
“Hey. Can you hand me the map for a second?“ 
*Flip* 
“Thank you...Let me see...Right now we’re...“
*Rustle* 
“...around here, so... Mmh. It’s probably this way.“
*Rustle* 
“Let’s go. ...Oh. My bad. ...You were trying so hard to take me there...I shouldn’t have infered, should I? I hope you didn’t mind too much...?“
You shake your head. 
“Thank god...Then, let’s go.“
The two of you continue walking but you seem to be limping a little.
“Oh...Is something wrong with your foot...?��
You shake your head.
“It’s not ‘nothing’. ...Show me, please?“
*Rustle rustle* 
Azusa takes a look at your foot. 
“Ah...A blister...? ...Looks painful.“
You wince in pain. 
“Right. ...Can you wait here one second? I’ll be right back.“
Azusa leaves for a bit.
*TIMESKIP*
“Haah, haah...Sorry...for the wait...I went to buy band-aids for you.“
You frown.
“Eve...?“ 
*Rustle*
“...Cheer up? ...It’s fine.“
You apologize for ruining his day. 
“You looked up this restaurant...for me, didn’t you...? Besides, you chose to wore cute shoes...because today’s like a date, right? So...I’m happy. Thank you.
When I consider that...you thought of me while picking out this pair of shoes...I get this warm feeling inside my chest.“
You cheer up a little. 
“Heh...You finally smiled, huh? ...I get to have you all to myself today...That alone is enough to make me happy but...I believe I’ll be even happier...if I can see you smile.“
You point out a bag he’s carrying with him.
“Ah, this? On my way to buy these band-aids...I spotted this pair of sneakers which I thought would look really good on you...so I bought them for you...Let’s take off your shoes and put these on instead, okay? Just grab onto me.“
You change your shoes. 
*Rustle rustle* 
“Those don’t hurt?“
You nod.
“I see...I’m glad to hear that...“
He reaches out one hand to go.
*Rustle* 
“Come on...Mmh, exactly. Let’s hold hands so you don’t trip?“
You grab hold of his hand.
“Well then...Let’s go, Eve? ...Don’t let go of my hand, okay?“
You walk away hand-in-hand.
ーー THE END ーー
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