#one’s pretty good at singing and the other is so-so

[snail-day]

Happy Island Getaway

TW: Yandere Behaviors, Dubcon/intentions of noncon, Violence, Forced Captivity, Gun Violence, Gojo is a bit more on the feral/unhinged side. MDNI

Yandere! Gojo x Reader

a/n: This was supposed to be a cozy Animal Crossing thought... and then @raspberrietreats said “billionaire Gojo” and my brain spiraled. Thank you for your crimes 🫶 Now here we are: one sugar daddy, a fake plane crash, and a very reluctant bride.

Yandere! Gojo, who lounges lazily across the private island he bought just for you - so sweet, right? So romantic. A whole paradise with your name on it. Just the two of you. Isn’t he thoughtful?

So why, baby, why do you keep writing those little SOS messages in the nice warm sand?

He can’t help but smile behind his designer sunglasses, sipping from a chilled coconut as he watches you crouch near the shore, carefully arranging smooth white stones into a shaky, desperate H E L P M E. It’s adorable, really. He even chuckles a bit, brushing his snow-white hair back with one hand, his long legs stretched out on a ridiculously luxurious sun chair.

“You know I own the air rights to this place, right?” he calls lazily, voice teasing and light, like he’s talking about a parking ticket and not your failed rescue attempt. “No one’s even allowed to fly over without my permission. But points for creativity, princess.”

You don’t answer, at least not with words. Just hurling the coconut he gave you into the waves, salty tears brimming in your eyes, fingernails caked with blood and sand from trying to build a fire that wouldn’t light.

“Aw, c’mon now,” Satoru pouts, finally getting up and sauntering over. He squats beside you in the sand, the scent of salt and sunscreen clinging to his skin, long fingers idly brushing a stick out of your shaking hands. “You didn’t have to throw that,” he adds, a little sing-song, a little scolding. “The poor guy who carved it really didn’t deserve that. I mean, I did rip his tongue out afterwards, but still. It’s the principle, baby.”

You glare at him. He coos.

“I know you’re mad. I get it. Sure, maybe faking a plane crash wasn’t... super ethical. And yeah, flying my jet into the damn ocean might’ve been a little harmful to the environment, but how else was I supposed to make you stay with me?” His grin spreads slowly, sharklike. “Forever and ever. Just us. Isn’t that romantic?”

You don’t respond. You can’t. Not with your throat tight, hands trembling, sobs building thick in your chest.

He pulls out a sealed bottle of water, unscrews the cap with one hand, and presses it to your lips with the other.

“Thirsty, baby?” he murmurs, watching your expression with glittering eyes. “You’ve been working so hard today.”

And when you turn your head away, refusing even that, he just sighs, tilting your chin back gently with two fingers.

“Be good for me,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your salt-streaked cheek. “You’ll feel better once you stop fighting it.”

You take the smallest sip, the glare never leaving your face. Tears drip freely now, hot trails down skin already raw from sun and salt.

“Good girl,” he beams, voice bright like he’s praising a puppy. “See? If you keep that up - well! Maybe, just maybe, I’ll call someone to come pick us up.” His grin widens, dazzling and full of mockery. “But I’m having such a good time here, baby. Would be a real shame if you didn’t indulge with me.”

He takes your hand, lacing his fingers with yours like he hasn’t just destroyed your life, like you’re lovers on vacation. His thumb rubs slow circles against your wrist, almost tender. That crooked, boyish grin spreads across his face again - pretty, if you didn’t know better. If you didn’t see the rot behind it.

“We could be really good together,” he hums, tilting his head. “Not like you have any other options.”

And just like that, he pushes you gently back into the sand, the fine grains clinging to your skin and the tattered remains of your dress - god, your poor dress. It’s barely more than fabric now, after all the gifts you refused. The silks. The swimsuits. The sundresses. You stopped taking anything from him after you saw what he did - what he made of the staff. Tongueless. Broken. Just so you’d only ever speak to him.

“God, you’re so pretty,” he mutters, breath warm against your cheek. Then, quieter, almost under his breath: “Besides the grime. You could really use a shower, baby.”

Your stomach sinks. Heavy. Cold. Sinking like the plane he crashed, just a day ago, now rusting on the seafloor.

He leans in to kiss you, palm brushing over your chest with sickening familiarity. “C’mon, sugar. You always said you wanted a sugar daddy, and now that I’m playing the part… what? You don’t want me?”

He pouts, then grins again - baby blue eyes crinkling like he just cracked a joke only he understands. His lips find yours before you can twist away, tongue hot and invasive, tasting of coconut and cruelty. One hand creeps beneath your dress, fondling with your breas, the other pins your wrists above your head.

You bite down.

Hard.

Blood floods your mouth, metallic and hot. He jerks back, lips split, a crimson smear curling at the edge of his grin.

“Ow,” he whines, but his eyes are alight, wide and so terribly pleased. “Oh, baby. I had a plane coming.”

He sighs theatrically, licking the blood off his lip. “Guess you just lost your chance.”

Your breath stutters. Your eyes flick to his side - where the gun holster rests, sleek and silent.

He follows your gaze and laughs, loud and bright like waves crashing on coral.

“That’s okay,” he chirps. “I could use the longer vacation anyway.”

He leans down again, lips brushing your ear, breath warm and syrupy.

“Run if you want to, baby. I always catch what’s mine.”

You feel it. His hand loosening.

An invitation.

A test.

You scramble. The sand burns under your palms, jagged shells biting into your skin as you push yourself up and take off, stumbling and zigzagging toward the trees. Behind you, he lets out a low whistle and starts counting.

“One… two… three…”

He’s grinning. Wide. Wild. Like this is the best game he’s ever played. You’re fast - God, you’re fast - but he’s not worried. No, never that. Because when he hits ten, he raises his arm with surgical calm and -

Bang.

The bullet slices clean through the back of your leg, barely missing bone. Your scream splits the air as you hit the sand, limbs twisting, blood soaking into the shoreline.

“Don’t you know I’m a straight shot?” he sings, sauntering toward you, carefree as a boy in love. The gun is tossed aside like trash, clattering onto the beach behind him.

He crouches low beside you, knees digging into the sand, and brushes your tears away with those soft, unworked hands - fingers that have never lifted anything heavier than a silver spoon.

“Shhh, baby,” he coos, voice thick with mock concern. His grin stretches almost too wide. “I know it hurts. I know.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead, the blood from your leg staining the hem of his linen pants.

“But hey, bright side?” he chirps, voice lilting, eyes sparkling like you’re the guest of honor at some romantic dinner and not bleeding out in front of him. “Now we get to spend so much more time together. You can’t run anymore. Isn’t that sweet?”

You try to crawl - anything - but he just tilts his head and grabs your chin, thumb brushing your bottom lip.

“I mean, baby, think about it,” he murmurs, so close now. “You always said you wanted a sugar daddy. Someone rich. Someone handsome.” He kisses you again, sickeningly soft. “I am playing the part, right?”

“And now…” His voice lowers. Darkens. “Now we’re just gonna get married.”

You flinch when he leans in for another peck, right on your cheek, thumb still resting on your lower lip, dragging across the soft flesh.

He laughs, a soft and bright sound.

“But hey. Just a warning.” His thumb taps against your lips, thoughtful. “If you want to keep that pretty little tongue of yours, I suggest you say yes when I propose.”

He smiles so sweetly it makes your stomach twist.

“Wouldn’t want a mute wife, now would I?”

[hitomisuzuya]

archon!scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. grinding. blowjob. fem. masturbation. ego stroking. praise. worship. degradation. collar and leash.

i went out my walk, came home, unclogged the vacuum, got high and came up with this😳 i dunno if this will hit well, tbh..

sitting on his throne in the tenshukaku, scaramouche can barely control the aching in his cock as he drinks in the sight of you. you are standing before him in nothing but your panties, and a collar he specifically had custom made for you.

once he over through the previous...electro archon, and took power, he has to admit has found himself quite the treat. you are his very (and only) favorite shrine maiden. all you did was sing his praises, even if some people didn't have the most favorable opinion of him.

it didn't matter who it was, it was always, "lord scaramouche is the change inazuma needs." "what is it that you don't like, exactly? the way he handles things, or his attitude? you'll see, lord scaramouche will do great things for inazuma."

at first he thought your loyalty was cute in a pathetic way that he could to his advantage later. so he started keeping you by his side. you didn't feel the need to start a conversation just to occupy silence. you could just sit with him while he worked in total silence, perfectly content with just being near him.

no, at first scaramouche didn't understand you. sometimes, he would even let you rest your head in his lap while he worked, and he selfishly started to enjoy seeing you on your knees. he greedily started to want more from you.

those disgusting feelings hadn't stopped spawning since he abruptly sent you away one night. your sweet little nuzzling into his lap started to make him hard. nothing he did that night to think about anything else but taking everything you had for himself worked.

nothing at least until he fisted his cock, thinking about impaling your pussy on it.

"tell me, how far are you willing to go to please me?" he curling the end of the leash in his hand around his finger idly. he is eagerly awaiting your response.

"well i.." you began, your cheeks flushing as you look away shyly. it wasn't that you were hesitating. you just didn't expect to be in this position. you didn't think he looked at you any other way other than just some company while he did this and that.

you hadn't even questioned him when he told you to strip down to only your panties. you looked so adorable in a way he wanted to corrupt when you unclasped your bra and let it fall to the floor, all shy about being almost completely naked in front of your archon. whom you worship with every fiber of your being.

"c'mere," he commands, patting his lap and tugging on the leash.

the feeling of the soft leather tightening around your neck sends a shiver right down to pulsing cunt. you went to him, straddling his lap. his hands come up to grasp your waist, squeezing as you settle yourself.

"fuck, you feel so good on my hands," he sighs shakily. your flesh is so soft, and pliable. "like i could break you if i press too hard."

you loop your arms around his neck, inadvertently grinding your dampening panties on his cock as you adjusted yourself in his lap. "i would do anything to please you, my lord."

scaramouche puts an arm around you as you press your body against his, your breasts soft and plushy. feeling you against him reminded him how of touch starved he really is, and he would rather die than admit that out loud. "i love the sound of your voice, especially when you are praising me," keeping arm around you, he reaches down to unbutton his shorts.

freeing his thick cock, he presses it against your clothed cunt. he shivers feeling the damp fabric brush against his cock. putting a hand on your chin, he guides your hips, asking you grind on it. "you can use that pretty mouth to tend to my cock, and praise me, right?"

all he wants is for you to stroke his ego like you always do, and suck him off. he has hardly stopped thinking about you on your knees, praising him in such a filthy and compromising position.

"i..i would be honored," you roll your hips down, grinding your pussy on his cock, "i will do my best, but i'm afraid i have no experience," the shy blush he adores never leaves your cheeks, and his eyes watch you discover that you enjoy grinding in his lap, rubbing the rapidly soaking fabric of your panties on your clit. "the shrine where i came from always taught us purity."

scaramouche swears he got harder hearing that. he really is going to take everything you had for himself. "don't you worry your pretty head about that," the hand holding the leash drifts down to your panties. he easily found your soaking clit through your panties. "the only thing you need to do is use your words, and suck."

you moan softly as he presses circles on your throbbing clit. you can't help but grind against his fingers, seeking friction. he could see you still second guessing yourself, and he increases the pressure on your clit.

a string of moans sounds from you as he smirks. "i'll praise you," it's intoxicating for him to feel your body relaxing so submissively for him. "now, be my good girl, and get on your knees," he starts to push you off his lap, enjoying the way your eyes lit up.

you slid off his lap, and onto your knees in front of him. your panties get wetter seeing him still holding the leash as you look up at him. you wrap your hand around his cock, nuzzling your cheek against his pelvis. "let me worship you," you said shyly as your tongue sweeps out to lick his cock.

scaramouche sighs shakily as the warm muscle slides along his cock. he wraps the leash around his hand, putting a hand on your head. "that's my good girl," he groans softly as you bring your tongue up to kitten lick the precum gathering on his cockhead.

"nobody holds a candle to your power," you lick his slit, swirling your tongue before scooping the head into your mouth to suck on. his cheeks flush seeing your drool start to roll down his cock. releasing his cock head with a wet pop, you continue, your heart pounding in my chest. "you are inazuma's rightful archon."

carding his fingers through your hair, he moans, soft and shaky as you pump your hand on his cock. folding a handful of your hair in his hand, he guides your mouth towards his cock again. "suck, slut," he pushes his cockhead past your lips, forcing your mouth down on his cock. "keep drooling on my cock like an obedient whore."

your mouth opens, your tongue flattening and moving to the side. you suck, your mouth wet and warm, his cock throbbing on your tongue. you squeeze your thighs together as your walls clench around nothing.

his hand tightens on your hair, bobbing your head up and down as he fucks his cock into your willing mouth. "good girl," he groans, pushing his cock into your throat, "be a good girl, and choke on my cock." he can't hold back his husky moan as your throat spasms on his cock.

tears well into your eyes as he holds your mouth down on his cock for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of your eager little mouth sucking him off. holding your head in place, he pumps his cock in and out of your mouth as wet sucking noises fill the room.

you muffle moans on his cock, flattening and rubbing your tongue on the vein that buldged to the surface. "listen to you," scaramouche laughs shakily, petting your head, "reach down and show me just how much you enjoy sucking your archon's cock."

you cough as his cockhead pushes into your throat again. bringing your hand down, you nudge your panties aside, circling your throbbing with your fingers.

he cums hard watching you play with and rub your clit, his cum spilling salty into your mouth. he is going to keep you by his side more often. he has other uses for you now.

[neo-exploded]

my collection of various and frankly very random vat7k headcanons/ideas yay!!!!

(note: orange color is for other characters)

team radical duo names first

varian + hugo = alchemy bros/varigo (take your pick)

varian + nuru = spacerocks (im sticking with that ok)

varian + yong = gunpowder (because its a chemical that, when added into a substance in chemistry, will detonate)

yong + nuru = supernova (GET IT GET IT???? ITS CUZ WHEN A STAR EXPLODES *nudging you with elbow as i wink*)

yong + hugo = hotpockets

nuru + hugo = royaltravesty (i came up with this on the spot, dont kill me)(also they remind me of cass n eugene and cassandra called eugene “royal travesty” once so ohhhhhkay)

ok hc time

Hugo grew up in a lower class, and thus was given no middle or last name. Rottewange was Donella's last name which she gave to Hugo when she took him in (age 5).

Yong is the animal master. He speaks to squirrels, rabbits, badgers, horses, ect. throughout the journey. if Ruddiger isn’t with Varian, he’s on Yong’s shoulders.

^^ Hugo is the opposite of this. Ruddiger only tolerates him if he gets apples in the end and Prometheus just dgaf (nonchalant king) and every other animal just hates his ass.

Nuru was actually aware of Varian’s criminal past as “The Alchemist” because, as a royal, she was informed by kingdom gossip about a dangerous criminal and oh no!!!! anyway when Varian’s past was revealed she was kind of like “oh damn” and “ok cool” because really she can’t see this man as a treasonist anymore when he speaks alchemical equations in his sleep

^^ Varian was actually really scared what everyone else would think of him when they discovered his past, but Nuru was calm, Yong was honestly a little too excited, and Hugo was stunned (bringing back my Hugo being a fanboy of The Alchemist when it was fresh news)

^^ Hugo spent an entire night after contemplating everything realizing that the figure he crushed on a few years ago is VARIAN.

^^ Last one: Donella actually was pretty close to wanting to recruit The Alchemist, but when she did a bit more digging and found out he's Ulla's boy, she gave it up instantly.

Varian talks to Ruddiger and Prometheus like they’re people. Hugo thinks it’s kind of sad and funny at the same time.

Nuru is lactose intolerant.

Hugo is really good at sketching. He sketches blueprints for Olivia and pictures of Varian in a small pocket journal

Yong can do a really good bird impression. That’s it.

Don’t kill me for this, but Nuru didn’t crush on Amber at first sight. It took about a couple of meetings post-VAT7K for her to finally start realizing her feelings (events being Varian’s and/or Hugo's birthday, Rapunzel’s coronation, Varigo wedding 👀, reunions, holidays, and library grand opening)

I know this is generally accepted by the VAT7K fandom, but Hugo did drop a piano on Eugene’s head during a job when he was like 12. Neither have forgotten and Eugene still hangs it over Hugo’s head when he starts living in the castle. For revenge, Eugene would probably just keep dumping items on Hugo’s head (apples, books, CHAIRS, whatever)

Yong kicks and snores in his sleep, Varian sleep-talks and occasionally walks, Nuru snores but not as loud as Yong, and Hugo is the lightest sleeper of them all (suffering)

Each of them have relatively good voices when it comes to singing, which leads to most nights camping on the road to an improv karaoke night with a guitar Varian brought.

^^ Varian plays guitar and piano, Yong likes the tamborine, Nuru plays the violin, and Hugo plays flute

Yong learns new curse words every time the group has an argument (namely Hugo and Varian, Nuru tries to prevent Yong from hearing them but it doesn’t work)

Varian left his binder on the floor once and Hugo screamed because "cooties" then started complaining because "could you pick up your shit from the floor?? Other people use this caravan too, dumbass".

Nuru is AMAZING at debate. Like, Hugo can bargain and all that, but Nuru will go in complete detail and go on lengthy debates with someone if given the chance, and often about the smallest topic.

Nuru was the hairstylist of the team. That was how she kept Hugo's undercut the same and Varian's hair the same length. She tried to keep Yong's hair clean and un-messed, but his explosions never helped and he liked it blown back, so she let him be, onlly trimming his hair every few months.

^^ Nuru’s hair changes every day, the only time it’s the same is during the trials.

Varian bakes for the team. He absolutely cannot cook but Hugo can. Nuru was never allowed to make her own food in the castle and Yong only knows few recipes.

Some days, Varian will wake up first with the brightest, happy-go-lucky attitude ever known (thanks rapunzel) and then other days he won’t wake up until the moment they’re about to leave, groaning and dragging his body around like a zombie

The team lowkey forgot about their birthdays on the road, so when Rapunzel found out about this she dropped EVERYTHING and planned the most spontaneous and biggest birthday party for four people.

Yong keeps rocks from every kingdom and trial they visit.

Team Radical stayed in Corona’s castle for a week after the events at the Eternal Library to recover, then were sent home.

^^ Yong and Nuru actually became ambassadors and librarians of the Eternal Library, just from far away. Hugo stayed with Varian in the castle tho.

For maybe the first month, or longer, Hugo struggled with adapting to palace life and Varian’s forgiveness. It took multiple late night talks, awkward conversations, and kidnappings to a storage closet for Hugo to realize Varian will not dump him to the curb. ever.

Yong and Nuru almost wept tears of sorrow when they realized that leaving Corona meant saying goodbye to Attila's cupcakes. Now everytime they reunite every few months, they go to get cupcakes and sit in a garden to yap.

Varian taught Hugo the Coronian style of dance (aka: the dances you see in the movie and such) and now everytime Corona has their spontaneous dances, Varian has to drag Hugo into them. Eugene and Rapunzel experience deja vu.

Hugo and Varian go to Ingvarr often to say hi to Donella :) Hugo likes to bug her every now and then, and really likes sending useless scrolls that would say shit like “I need toilet paper” or “tell cyrus he stinks” idk

^^ Varian also did something similar along the journey. He'd write letters back to his father and the rest back in Corona every week (if he didn't, Eugene and Rapunzel threatened search parties instantly). Anyways, he sent normal updates to his dad, but the ones to the castle said really stupid stuff to troll Eugene and Lance mostly. "Look behind you, Eugene." and "DO NOT TOUCH MY LAB, LANCE. I SEE YOU" (extra: "hi raps i hope youre having a good time :) i miss you <3")

^^ In retaliation, Varian was sent letters that contained crude, horribly drawn images by Eugene or Lance or Angry and Catalina. Most of the time it was Eugene complaining with a small scratchy figure of Angry in the corner doing the middle finger. Varian keeps every one. Once he was sent an entire rat tail.

Nuru is still the diplomatic, navigator, and probably the most mature of the group, but she has her silly moments like yapping about her astronomy knowledge to Varian, collecting every candle she comes across in the markets, and having a celebrity crush on the famous vigilante of the Seven Kingdoms (Cassandra)

When or if they ever ran into The Spire along their journey, Hugo was most likely to commit a murder.

Hugo is the type to put on a brave face around Varian Post-VAT7K when it comes to “romancing”. He’ll act all flirtatious and confident but will instantly lose it when Varian responds with his own flirting. Hugo will not be able to speak for a good ten minutes after, reduced to incoherent sentences.

Varian is unarguably the strongest of the group, having grown up on a farm and spent a year in prison, so he tends to effortlessly lift logs, supplies, and Yong, Nuru, and Hugo whenever. Varian would only lift others if he finds them asleep in odd places, which is often.

Nuru also brought tons of coins with her when she joined the party, so the group didn’t have to worry about food or supplies after her. Perks of royalty on your team.

When Hugo and Varian were revealed to be dating in the castle, Hugo was BOMBARDED WITH THREATS AND SHOVELTALK FOR DAYS. Mainly from Eugene because he holds the biggest grudge against him, Rapunzel was mostly polite about it, Cassandra was scary, BUT QUIRIN WAS TERRIFYING. HE PROBABLY DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING HE JUST GAVE HUGO THE DEADLIEST STARE EVER AND HE HAD TO SAY "Yyyyes sir........." WITHOUT SOBBING

^^ This was similar for Varian when it came to Donella, who threatened to "ambush him, slit his throat, chop up his body, and throw every piece into bags in the ocean where you will remain if you dare break his heart". Um.

In the end, both boys are less scared to death and more annoyed than anything else so they hide in the (now shared) laboratory until everything dies down.

Post-VAT7K, Hugo and Nuru are more like siblings than ever before but neither would admit that.

Varian has an intense sweet tooth, Hugo likes salt. A lot. Nuru and Yong love spice. Because of this, dinners are a constant battle for what flavor or kind of food to make.

Yong, Hugo and Varian would keep getting arrested at nearly every city, town or kingdom they enter for their criminal actions (Yong is an arsonist. okay.) and Nuru has to constantly intervene saying "Actually, I'm the Kotoian Princess, and these are my........ assistants. They are simpletons, but knowledgeable in the outside world, do forgive them." "okya then why do they look like the guys we've been hearing about in the area?" "dunno."

Weapon choice

Varian’s weapon of choice: Alchemy staff + bombs

Hugo’s weapon of choice: Double daggers and alchemy bombs

Nuru’s weapon of choice: Fencing sword, but she gets an actual sword after they reach the Dark Kingdom (Thank you, Adira)

Yong’s weapon of choice: Firecrackers, fireworks, dynamite, bombs, wtvr

"Episode" ideas

At one point, Team Radical finds the Hook Brothers while they’re on tour, so they get a break and cool singing/dance montage yay!

They accidentially find Cassandra too. She almost attacks them until she noticed Varian and yay reunion!! (The rest are panicking in the background because who the hell is this woman who jumped out of the trees with a horse and owl)

Mandatory Andrew + Saporians run-in, Yong blows them up.

I do think the Baron or Anthony would try to yank Varian away because of his old criminal status (whether it be for his intelligence or something else, you choose) but really nobody is having that and it’s stopped easily.

There are some points in battles (against whoever really, Donella’s men most of the time) where Team Radical would have to lock in and when I say lock in, I MEAN IT. THEY CAN BE REALLY FUCKING TERRIFYING IF THEY ARE PUSHED TO THAT LIMIT. but rlly theyre staying silly most of the time. but still……………….

Varian gets to know his Mother’s side of the family more, he formally meets his aunt and uncles in the Dark Kingdom, has the biggest reunion with his family when they return to Corona, and none of the team can comphrehend how big this family is.

^^ Hugo was also really fucking spooked when he saw Quirin. He still is.

MY MOST FAVORITE IDEA PLEASE LISTEN TO IT OHMYGOD: so Team Radical somehow transports themselves back in time by like 3-4 years. This makes them encounter Rapunzel and Co. during Season 2, aka, when they still think Varian was a murderous traitor, and that was a whole experience they had to fix before returning back to the present.

^^ I REALLY REALLY REALLY WANT AN EPISODE WHERE the wand of oblivium returns and Varian’s memory was erased to the point where he’s 14 and out for blood and Team Radical has to experience the wrath of a boy who wants his father back. It’s fixed in the end.

Yong runaway episode. He feels like a burden to the others and leaves the party to “help”. Varian and Yong bonding in the end :)

I know this is a really far stretch, but the House of Yesterday’s Tomorrow episode. I don’t want to explain this just plaese HEAR ME OUTTTT

Ruddiger speaking. He and olivia get a voice for like. a day.

^^ ACTUALLY BETTER IDEA: Ruddiger, Prometheus and Olivia as human and Varian, Hugo, Yong, and Nuru as animals for an episode. The animals-turned-humans have to find a cure before the humans-turned-animals turn FULL ANIMAL (can you tell I was inspired by the bird episode from S2)

A BODY SWAP EPISODE??? LMAOAOOA LIKE Nuru > Hugo / Hugo > Yong / Yong > Varian / Varian > Nuru

Moon powers Varian. That's it, that's the idea.

dude when one of the cities the team stops in, Nuru gets a full on break from everything and chills the entire time; spa, massage, sauna, everything. Meanwhile, the boys are.... probably suffering elsewhere I haven't decided yet

Team Radical stopped at a beach for like two days and at least one person almost drowned, whoever that may be is up to you.

Nuru introduces coffee to the group when she joins, then Varian and Hugo get ADDICTED and she and Yong have to pry their disgusting hands from the coffee. It's thrown out maybe two weeks later, being replaced by tea and hot cocoa.

Full name + age headcanons

Varian Elias Ruddiger - 18 years (19 at the end of VAT7K)

Hugo Rottewange - 19 years (turned 20 maybe a month after VAT7K)

Yong Hwan Beifong - 13 years (Turned 14 in the Dark Kingdom)

Princess Nuru Grace Astraea - 16 1/2 years (Turned 17 after the Earth Trial)

BONUS!!! Hugo's nicknames for every member lmao

Varian: Goggles, Hairstripe, Freckles, Raccoon Whisperer, Sweetcheeks, Sir Dorkington, Variety, Varitas, Moonbeam.

Yong: Firecracker, Young, Kiddo, Sparky, "you Child of Flames", Firefly.

Nuru: Princess, Sparkles, Starlight, Lady Annoyance, Queen Grumpy, Twinkle Toes.

Lil extra: Varian's nicknames for Hugo: Beanpole, Greenbean, Asshole, Glasses, Love, Sweetheart, Sunshine, My Dream, Honey, My Everything, Darling, Pookie, Snookums, Squeaky, Rat Man, "A complete piece of shit", and Hu-Bug (from Rapunzel).

(guys please feel free to add any of your ideas or headcanons!! id love to hear ur guys' thoughts :D)

[posiescosycorner]

you, me and the guy from work

pairing: katsuki bakugo x reader/ shouto todoroki x reader

summary: You control the elements, live with your best friend and might be falling for your co-worker. It's fine. You're totally fine.

prologue

Bakugo was not not happy that Kirishima finally pulled his head out of his ass and asked Mina out. He had suffered enough the past four years, watching the moony eyed idiot pine and pine away for a person so clearly interested in him but did the idiot really have to move in with her. More specifically, leave him significantly roommate-less. 

He was a pro hero now. A damn good one at that, slowly creeping towards the top, just as he planned. Money wasn’t exactly hard to come by but he was used to Ei being in his space, used to not coming back to an empty home. It was a comfort. It was something to rely on after the hell he went through. 

Here he was in Ei and Mina’s new apartment surrounded by the idiots he called friends, absolutely shit faced in the name of a house warming. He grunted as Denki leaned on him, singing some god awful song in a god awful voice, smelling every bit as the bottle of whiskey he downed. 

The idiots. 

He places the blonde against the sofa, as he continues waxing poetic about true love as he goes to get some water in the kitchen. He sees Eijirou with his arms around Mina, pressing a kiss onto her forehead as they sway in the kitchen to the beats of Denki’s offensive singing. 

“I can’t decide whats worse,” he starts, “watching you two eggheads pine after each other or this.” Eijirou and Mina, burst out of their bubble, turn to him looking absolutely flushed. 

“Whatever blasty,” Mina says pulling his cheeks, “You’re just jealous you have to share your boyfriend.” 

A crash sounds from the hall. Mina sighs and goes to check on the damage. Not before pressing a final kiss to Eijirou’s lips as he watches her go with the most lovesick expression Bakugo has the misfortune of experiencing. 

He gags. 

“You’re so disgustingly in love.” he states, before going to the fridge to grab some water. 

It just makes Kirishima smile brighter, knowing the blonde well enough to understand he was happy for him. 

“Man, you just know. You know,” he breathes out, head still in the clouds, “ With someone you love so much, the big decisions don’t seem so big. You’re just impatient for the next step.” 

“God you’re such a sap,” Bakugo says, punching the red-head’s shoulders. 

“Hey man, I’m really sorry for skipping out on you so quickly.” Kirishima says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. He knew Bakugo did not cope well with change.But, he’d recently found a solution to Bakugo’s problem. 

“If anything, I’m glad I don’t get a front row seat to whatever I walked into” he quips back with no real malice. Kirishima could see the fondness in his eyes. He wishes more people could see what him and his friends could see in Bakugo. 

He wasn’t just gruff Pro Hero Dynamight (having dropped Great Explosion Murder God after the war), he was Katsuki Bakugo. Gruff, grumpy and soft in his own ways. 

Kirishima knew Katsuki would get lonely, and do absolutely nothing about it. He knew he wasn’t good at friend stuff. He knew he needed someone who could see past his rough edges and gruff demeanor. 

“(Y/N)’s moving back to Musutafu,” Kirishima says,”She’s looking for a roommate. Call her.” 

And just like that, Bakugo feels like he’s back in UA. Where for the first time, he felt weak, blasts useless against the water you wielded against him while vines crawled up his legs and paralyzed him. Where you sparkled like a goddamn star in the pretty pink dress you called your hero costume. Where you never backed down from his temper and shovelled your way into his heart with the flowers that grew on you when you were happy. 

He’d call you his best friend. But then the war happened, where he saw you float into the sky, glowing gold as the elements submitted to you as you tore through the enemy lines after you saw him collapse. You, beautiful, strong and ablaze with power he had never thought possible. 

He still considered you a good friend, occasionally talking to you on call. You wished each other on your birthdays. You had the occasional video call.

Why in the fuck would you not tell him you’re back?

authors note: this oc has been swirling in my mind for so long. I just wanted to write about flora, basically the lovechild of aang from avatar and flora from the Winx club. thank you for reading <3 I hope you are as excited for this story as I am. chapter 1 coming tomorrow ps: I'm still figuring Tumblr out lol but happy to be creating instead of consuming with love, posie

[marimayscarlett]

"Rohkost im Stripclub": Emigrate Interview Richard and Arnaud with EMP Rock Invasion // December 2014

A lovely anon wished for a translation of this, so you'll find it under the cut 📰 Richard again was very lively and used his typical way of speaking with his favorite words (“irgendwie” and “ja” of course). It's always nice to discover patterns 😌

Interviewer: Ladies and gentlemen, Richard Kruspe and Arnaud Giroux. Back then, the first album was created when Richard moved to New York.

Richard: We’ve met there for the first time. We were both in the situation, where we both seemed a little lost, somehow. We both just got married. We both kind of shared the same fate (it does sound like he views marriage a bit as a trap 😄). Everything originated a bit from a sense of frustration, right, from this Rammstein-World, which is closed in itself. And I wanted to break out of it for a while and do things which aren’t possible in the Rammstein-world. Singing, among other things. I always try to explain it with the example of an open source, right, people can come and go how they please – so exactly the opposite of Rammstein.

Interviewer: You have quite a nice list of guests on the album.

Richard: It simply was an interesting journey. For exaample: I actually had an acoustic song, a pure pop sing, and I had no idea what to do with it. I entered the rehearsel room, played it to the people and asked „Hey, what are we going to do with this?“. And the microphone technician just doubled the beat and went for it. We jammed along, and all of the sudden it sounded like a blend of Motörhead and Depeche Mode. And then I wondered „Man, who are you asking?“, right. Dave [Gahan] or Lemmy [Kilmister]? And we decided on Lemmy, yet it turned out pretty quickly that he was extremely ill at that time and cancelled shows. In this context, chances of him singing [for Emigrate] were practically zero.

One morning I was lying in bed and it [his phone] rang, an E-Mail had arrived and I opened it. All of the sudden the track with Lemmy was just there, without any explanation, nothing. And I listened to it and for me, this moment war somehow Christmas and my birthday and Easter mixed together, right? I somehow jumped on my bed and was as happy as a little kid. And that’s a moment you won’t forget, which make you think „That’s what I actually am doing this for!“, right?

Naturally, there are some typical names, right, people you admire. For me, that’s Trent Reznor and Martin Gore and so on. Yet on the other hand, I’d have to start writing songs for them, right? (He means in a sense of since he admires them so much, he actually should use his creativity for them instead for himself). And I actually don’t want to do that. I write songs and when the song comes together, we decide, since I always sing it first and then we decide somehow which voice would be suitable for it. So with Hypothetical, it was really like, when I first heard Fuck, I thought, man, Manson must be singing it, right? And then the drama began.

Arnaud: At first, it was like a misunderstanding, because Richard emailed back and forth with Manson to the point that after a while, Manson was like: „Ok ,but, this song is for you or for my album?“ And Richard was like (*head in hands*) „Dammit, this is for me, this is for my album.“ „Ah ok, ok“, and he listened to the tapes and was like „You know what? It sounds pretty good, like it is you know, like, so what should I do?“ So one day, he came back and I think he wanted to do something different than what Richard was doing on the demo. We were a little bit puzzled by the result, actually it was very, very, very far from what we were expecting. Like we were there and he was like on the other side of the room. We were really hearing his voice on it, but not the way he did it. He was just…went experimental on this one.

Richard: It was somehow possible to explain to him [Manson] that he might have to try again. And I thought about it that the best would be to get him out of his comfort zone, away from his stage, so to speak, right? And put him somewhere where’s no one to play with him. A friend of mind just got a new baby in his family, and this was probably the complete opposite of what he [Manson] experiences on a daily basis and it worked quite well. He went there [to Richard’s friend] and they really worked on that song for 8 hours straight. And as I was listening to the result I said that this was really exactly what I wanted to hear.

Every song has its own story, right? And that’s somehow quite nice to tell it. ‚Get Down‘, for example is a song which originated from… As a rock musician, especially in America, you often get taken to strip clubs, so to speak, right?

Interviewer: Now that’s annoying…

Richard: Yes, that is annoying, since I don’t get the concept of strip clubs. And I don’t drink. So I’m someone who gets bored very easily there, when you look around. And then I though „Man, I’d like to write a song about a strip club.“ When the guys [from Emigrate] listened to the song, they said „Man, that’s gotta be a duet.“ And Arnaud said „What do you think about Peaches? You know?“ And I wasn't really familiar with her work, so I listened to it a bit. And funnily enough, she lived in Berlin at that time, so we called her and then she said, that she’s not interested in the music for now, yet wants to get to know us as people first. And I though „Oh God, how’s that going to work out?“ And then she visited our studio and we talked about raw food and smoothies and stuff like that for an hour. We really liked that for a period of time back then and then she decided that we’re healthy enough. And she stood there and sang the song. No attitude and really cool. And so everyone has their own story.

Arnaud: I also wanted to say, as a guest we have also Richard Kruspe on the album (both Richard and the Interview burst out laughing), but he was so good that we decided to have a few songs with him. So he stayed. No we’re trying to get rid of him, which is very complicated.

Richard: The difficulty in itself is how to manage to get everything done somehow, you know, as a producer. Because I thought „Man, now that you’re having all these singers on that album, maybe it will slowly become a karaoke CD where everyone can sing at some point. How do you manage it to keep the Emigrate sound?“ And somehow, we pulled it off.

We produced albums numerous times and oftentimes you have the feeling like „Ok, I would’ve changed this, and here i’m not really satisfied with.“ Yet this time around, I can say from the bottom of my heart, it’s the first time I wouldn’t want to change a thing. And somehow that’s a feeling of which I think „Wow, cool, you've found your place.

[dragonfly0808]

Katniss as an almost Covey

So I’m re-reading the Hunger Games before reading Sunrise on the Reaping and I’m currently re-reading TBOSAS and since Mockingjay I was struck by the idea of like-

What if Katniss aside from hunting also sang for a living? What if her dad left behind some guitar or smth and she almost accidentally started performing to make some extra money?

I also really wanted to write a ‘it would’ve happened anyway’ style Everlark fic and so I just kinda wrote smth and I have ideas for a few other chapters and so- Here goes!

I’ll prob post this on AO3 later on

(I know there are plot holes about where the clothes came from but sssshhhhhhhhhh)

***

Katniss would’ve never thought in a million years that she might make more money out of her voice than her hunting game.

The whole thing started by accident. She’d been hanging out with Madge, who’d recently started inviting her over and they tended to do their homework in her bedroom, Katniss taking the desk and Madge the bed.

On one said day, it’d gotten late as Madge gently asked about the woods, going silent as they often did to finish up their homework. It’d been so peaceful and the view of the sunset from the window had unlocked something in Katniss and, believing Madge was slowly dozing off, she’d started humming and then she’d sung for a bit.

Katniss had gotten through two songs as she finished her last assignment before realizing Madge had been watching her, instantly gushing about how she hadn’t known she had a beautiful voice and a soothing tone, Katniss tried to dismiss it but Madge had said she should perform for a pay, betting there were people willing to pay her to sing.

The idea had seemed ridiculous to her, that anyone in Twelve would be willing to pay for something as unnecessary as a song.

Then the following day Madge had told her about some kind of party the Mayor was putting together and how he wished to have some entertainment, Katniss was pretty sure Madge had been the one to suggest maybe trying to find entertainment, and had simply told her he’d be willing to pay if she could put together a performance that lasted half an hour.

Katniss had been more than ready to shoot Madge’s offer down when Madge had told her what the tentative pay would be.

It wasn’t a fortune, or anything out of this world.

But it might just be enough to buy Prim the new shoes she needed without having to sacrifice half her game of the week.

So Katniss had said she’d consider it.

And once she got home, she steadied herself before reaching to the very back of their small closet and pulling out a dusty guitar case she hadn’t dared touch since her dad had passed away.

As she tuned the guitar and clumsily tried to remember the chords her dad had once taught her, her mother had stepped into the room, pale at the sound of music.

They’d stared at each other for a long moment. And then-

“I uh… apparently the Mayor is doing some event for some of the merchants or something like that… Madge said he might pay me if I… sang for them.”

“…oh, I see. Will you do it?”

Katniss shrugged, “The pay would be good. And spring is barely starting…” they both knew that meant less game to eat and trade, it would take a few more weeks for all the animals to fully come out of hibernation of berries and fruits to grow in full again, “might do it as a one time thing.”

Her mother nodded along, hesitating before leaving, saying she needed to get something.

Prim sat excitedly at the end of the bed as Katniss managed to recall a few songs on the guitar, as a kid she’d mostly watched her dad whenever he played the guitar. She was surprised at how much she remembered and, after a few failed attempts and having to readjust her grip on the guitar, how she could pull together decent sounding chords, her voice slowly becoming stronger as the minutes went on.

Her mother returned with a box leaning against her hip, seeming nervous as she placed it on her bed, opening it and stepping back, “For you Katniss. If you’re going to… perform… you should look the part.”

Katniss frowned, caught off guard before setting the guitar aside and approaching, looking into the box and-

“Oh they’re so pretty!” Prim rushed forward, pulling out one of the dresses within the box.

They were unlike anything Katniss had ever seen in District Twelve, full of color and ruffles and embroidery and layers.

She dared reach out and carefully run a hand over the rainbow ruffles that made up the skirt of one of the dresses.

These were not merchant dresses.

“What… where did these come from?” She questioned.

Her mother hesitated for a moment, “They were from a few girls from your dad’s family. They were in… storage.”

Katniss frowned at that, “Dad’s family?”

“A few of them were singers, performers… maybe these will help you feel more comfortable singing.”

Katniss fully turned at that, “Dad’s family were singers?”

“…yes. But that was a lifetime ago.” She trailed off as she watched Prim place a too-long dress against her chest, spinning to see the skirt flutter, “You should have them… even if you don’t wind up singing.”

Katniss took a moment, she was working on letting her mom do stuff for her… and these dresses were a part of her dad’s legacy, what little was left of it that wasn’t coal dust and fiery nightmares.

“Thanks mom. But… I think I’d look a bit ridiculous.”

“You’d look beautiful!” Prim said earnestly, “And I could do your hair! And you could use berries and bugs to make some rouge!”

“How do you know about rouge? Anyway- that’d be a waste-”

“Come on!” Prim pleaded, “It’ll just be once! Please?”

Katniss sighed heavily, going to stare at the dress Prim had just laid on the bed.

***

“I look ridiculous.” Katniss grumbled as her mom finished doing her hair and Prim carefully applied a little bit of rouge to her cheeks and lips.

“You look really pretty.” Said Prim, so honestly and earnestly, Katniss nearly believed it.

She stood up, stepping back to try and get a full body view in the small mirror, “Well there goes my dignity.”

It wasn’t that bad all things considered.

She’d chosen some of the least eccentric pieces in the box, a long purple skirt with a dark blue checkered pattern, a white blouse and a black over-shirt with flowers embroidered in the collar, brown detailing along the pockets.

Madge had lent her a nice pair of boots since apparently her own hunting boots wouldn’t make the cut, her mom had braided half her hair up to keep it out of her face and form a braid crown and Prim had fortunately showed restraint with the rouge she’d made out of herbs and berries, so her lips and cheeks were only slightly tinted, barely enough to be noticeable but enough to bring some color to her face.

She didn’t look as dumb as she’d feared. But it was still… very different to say the least.

Prim frowned, “Don’t say that! You look pretty. And mom said this is how dad’s family used to dress for their shows.”

“It’s gonna be eight songs, that hardly counts as a show.”

“But you’ll still be performing.” Her mom gently told her as she reached out to adjust her blouse and the black shirt on top, moving her skirt for some reason Katniss couldn’t fathom, “And your sister is right, you do look very pretty.”

Katniss sighed heavily but pulled back on her groaning and moaning. They’d both done their best to help her and make her look her best and it’d been Katniss who’d accepted the offer and had signed the death certificate of her dignity.

She carefully slung her dad’s old guitar over her shoulder and went to leave, doing her best to keep her head high and not act any differently as she made her way out of the Seam, sensing a few confused glances shot her way but ignoring them.

She was doing this for Prim.

She was doing this because if the Mayor was dumb enough to pay her for singing, then she should take advantage of that.

And also, it was better to show up looking just a little bit ridiculous than to show up looking obviously Seam, since this was some kind of gathering of the better-off folks of District Twelve.

At least they couldn’t say she hadn’t made an effort.

As she was about to cross into the merchant square-

“Catnip!” She turned to see Gale running towards her, a frown on his face and a game bag slung over his shoulder, “What are you wearing? What are you doing?”

Katniss rolled her eyes as she went to continue her walk, “I told you I was doing a job.”

“What kind of job has you dressing up like… that?”

Katniss felt herself blush, feeling twice as ridiculous just as she’d started to enjoy the feeling of the skirt swirling around her legs, “I’m gonna sing at the Mayor’s party.”

“…you’re what?”

“Madge heard me sing and the Mayor wanted entertainment and offered a good pay.” She said defensively, “That’s it.”

“And the dress?”

Katniss gritted her teeth together, “It belonged to some aunt or cousin of my dad’s. Not like I could show up in my usual hunting gear.”

Gale paused, scoffing, “…and the rouge?”

Katniss stopped, turning to him, “It’s a performance Gale. I have to look the part.”

Gale shook his head, “So now you’re ready to be a dancing monkey for the merchants? Sorry- a singing monkey?”

Katniss scoffed, “Well sorry that I want to make sure my sister gets to have new shoes. It’s a good pay for half an hour of singing, I’d be stupid to turn it down over pride.”

“Pride is pretty much all we got!” Gale argued.

Katniss turned away, “I’m gonna be late.” She ignored him trying to call her back, if he had a problem with this he could have a fit about it by himself.

She knew he held some resentment towards the merchants for having it just a little bit easier than them, for not having to brave the mines. 

But he still traded plenty with them.

She didn’t see how this was any different.

Aside from the possible public humiliation if it went wrong.

And the fact that she was now ‘entertainment’. 

And that she was selling so called ‘talent’ and not a physical thing.

…this had been a bad idea.

Katniss tried to calm herself down as she arrived to the Mayor’s house, being let in by a Peacekeeper after she explained why she was there, hands sweating as she was led to a room next to the bigger room where the party was taking place, since she didn’t want to go in until it was time to take the stage-

Oh was there going to be an actual stage? She hadn’t even thought to ask- why hadn’t she asked?! Why had she agreed to this, it’d been idiotic.

She shut the door behind her, leaning against it and trying to breath and-

“Katniss?”

…no.

Absolutely not.

This had to be some kind of nightmare.

Katniss took in the room. 

It was a small room, probably meant for storage. There were coats that clearly belonged to the guests, a few plates and glasses that were probably extras, some kind of old banner and standing next to a cart with a box-

The boy with the bread, watching her with an odd look on his face.

“What are you doing here?” It came out more aggressive than she meant it to, but she was confused, why on earth would he be here? She was sure his family wasn’t part of the Mayor’s inner circle.

The Mellarks might’ve been merchants but they weren’t amongst the top families of District Twelve.

Peeta watched her for another moment, eyes dropping to her skirt before he cleared his throat, “I uhh…” he lifted the cover that was on the cart next to him, revealing a two-story cake with white frosting and intricate blue flowers, “Delivery- they asked if I could stay to help with the cutting.”

Of course, it was a party, the Mayor could afford a cake for his guests.

“…it’s pretty.” Katniss said, unsure of what else to say.

Peeta gave her a small, bashful smile, “Thanks.”

“…you frosted it?”

Peeta shrugged as he carefully placed the cover back, “I frost all the cakes.” He glanced her way, hesitating before speaking, “What are you doing here? I don’t see your game bag.”

Katniss sighed heavily, looking down, “The Mayor wanted entertainment… I’m going to sing.”

Peeta righted up at that, “Oh, that’s great. I uh… I remember you have a beautiful voice.”

She frowned, “When have you heard me sing?”

He half winced as he looked down, going to rub the back of his neck, “I uh… I remember you singing once in school. It was a long time ago, we must’ve been like- six maybe but… I remember.”

“…oh.” Katniss remember it then, a moment she hadn’t thought of in years, before her dad had passed and she’d have to learn how to survive without him.

The very first day of school.

How did he remember that?

Katniss went to fidget with her skirt, unsure of what to do, catching Peeta watching her, eyes carefully going over her hair and the dress.

She shook her head, “I know. I look ridiculous.”

“What- no! No you… I’m not sure I’ve ever seen so much color in Twelve… if you don’t count the Capitol reaping lady. It’s nice.”

Katniss half snorted, looking down as she smoothed out the skirt, “If you think this is colorful you should’ve seen the other dresses… not that it’ll be much help… pretty sure I’m about to make a fool of myself.”

She wasn’t exactly sure why she was confiding in him, maybe it was because he’d already seen her at her most vulnerable, so who cared if a few words managed to slip through her defenses.

Peeta gave her a small smile as he stepped closer, “Pretty sure you couldn’t look a fool even if you tried. I’m sure you’ll be great.”

“Don’t put too much faith in me, I might just bolt for the door as soon as I step on stage.”

“If you want I can knock the cake over, give them a distraction so you can run.”

Katniss chuckled at that, raising an eyebrow, “You’d do that?”

He shrugged, “It gets boring standing around waiting to cut slices, could be entertaining. And if I time it just right I could topple it over the Mayor himself.”

Katniss laughed at the mental image, Peeta joining in.

“As tempting as the offer is… I gave Madge my word.”

Peeta nodded once, understandingly, “Well if you change your mind just give me a sign and I’ll try to give you an out.”

She found herself going to smile.

The door open and Madge peeked in, brightening up when she saw Katniss, “Hey! You start in ten, Peeta could you please bring the cake in to start giving out slices?”

“Yeah of course.” Peeta went to wheel the cart out as Madge hurried to the stairs, saying something about checking in on her mom. He hesitated, stopping next to her, “I meant what I said, you’ll be great. And… just for the record… you look beautiful.”

He stepped out before she could reply, her cheeks burning.

Katniss shook her head, trying to center herself.

Peeta was just being nice. That was all, it didn’t mean anything. It shouldn’t have made her feel so… so much.

She took a moment to make sure her guitar was properly tuned and that she remembered all the chords she would need before Madge gently told her it was time.

In the end, there were about thirty-five people in the room, sitting in a few tables. The stage was really more of a step a few inches above the rest of the room, Katniss walking around the edge of the room to reach it and the lonely mic that’d been set up for her.

She could feel all eyes on her, all unsure what to expect as she cleared her throat and tried to ignore the panic trying to bloom in her chest.

As she found herself forgetting the first words of her first song… and then she met a pair of blue eyes, Peeta was slicing the cake, taking a moment to meet her gaze, eyes soft but attentive, waiting.

Her fingers changed the chord she’d been ready to play, and she found herself singing the Valley Song, which she hadn’t planned on singing but was the only one she could cling to in that moment.

Peeta’s eyes lit up in recognition, a smile tugging at the corner of his lip before he returned to his task of distributing the cake.

After finding her rhythm and the appropriate distance to keep from the mic, the songs seemed to fly by, she felt almost possessed by the music, she wondered if maybe this was what her dad’s aunts and cousins had felt when signing in the same dress.

Peeta left when he was done slicing the cake, sending her one last glance, he seemed like he wanted to linger, but his job was done.

People stood to dance to most of her songs, swaying and laughing, waltzing to her last song, which was a slower one.

When she struck her final chord, she was surprisingly given a round of applause.

Unsure of what to do, Katniss gave a quick bow and hurried off the stage after freezing for a second.

Madge met her at the door with a giant smile, “Katniss you were brilliant!”

Katniss felt her blush intensify as she tried to brush it off, “I just sang.”

Madge just smiled as she handed her a small pouch of coins, “Well you did it amazingly.”

Katniss slumped against the door once she managed to fully get away and leave the Mayor’s house behind, 

She took a moment to gather her thoughts before going to start the walk back home, somehow feeling lighter than when she’d made her way over.

She found that… she didn’t hate the idea of performing again.

[koimethehorizon]

A Major Critique on Deltarune Ch 3-4's Shadow Crystals (maybe for future chapters as well)

(Massive Deltarune Chapter 1-4 spoilers!)

UPDATE (6/7/25): Thanks, dreams-narrator for pointing out that you can actually beat secret bosses on separate save files, then pick the crystal up at the random cliff in Castle Town in the next one.

Oh, it's the wrong number! The wrong number song! I'm very very sorry that I got that wrong!

...I do still think the points-of-no return issue is still very much of game design issue, but a lot of this is fortunately alleviated.

Hi, enormous Deltarune fan here who loved these new chapters. I'll be singing praises about this release and dropping Deltarune-shaped brain chunks out of my ears til 2026's Deltarune tomorrow.

Gonna say it straight up, Ch 3's secret boss requirements sucks and I think the frequency of points-of-no-return spells a bad precedent for the future of this game.

WHY TOBY???

One of the first NPCs you meet before Tenna's game tells you not to worry about what rank you get = a total lie, and if you commit to S ranking Round 2, Ramb will still let you play an unwinnable game then tell you "If only you'd gotten the S rank earlier".

SCREW YOU!!!!

So yeah, you gotta restart the whole chapter over.

And I'm damn sure that most people had to do this because S ranks for your first run at fighting the new enemies/getting used to the rank requirements/first time controlling the minigames is kinda unreasonable.

Yes, there is an NPC who can help you get from A to S with 1500 points but again, if this is your first time, you probably won't have enough to buy this. You might even spend a lot of it on the B rank gacha machine or the A rank Susiezilla minigame out the same curiosity you had trying to find the damn secret in the first place!

If only there was a way to convert dark dollars to Points... oh wait there is! IN THE S RANK ROOM!!!

Gerson's is fortunately far more forgivable and if you're curious enough, you'll get it without even realizing he's the secret boss... but still. Unlike Jevil and Spamton, you are locked out if you leave the first version of Dark Sanctuary.

Why even have so many warp points if we can't even do this...

The Issue with Replayability

This trend is troubling. Toby's games have always had an issue with being games that encourage replayability and secret hunting but, and I hate to admit this, they're not very engaging games to replay unless you're committing to a completely different route.

With Undertale, a boring replay (until the new content) and a fading emotional investment of the game is the MAIN THEME of the True Pacifist and Genocide routes. But most of all, Undertale was a short game so it wasn't going to be mundane walking through the same beats.

This is not the case for Deltarune. This game is [BIG]. If you miss something, you gotta go WAAAAY back to check something again. Worse, by the end of every chapter, you get locked out of that chapter's Dark World permanently.

When replaying a chapter, most of the time is spent either reading or skipping dialogue, and most fights are going to play out pretty much the same way. The reason why this shallow gameplay is mostly passed off is is because Undertale/Deltarune's humor, writing, and gameplay gimmicks are so varied (and good!) that you'll never be stuck on one beat for a very long time.

Fortunately, there aren't as many Undertale-level deviations in the narrative that require you to restart, other than the Weird Route. A lot of the missable items and conversations are mostly flavor text that you can look up later.

If you were restarting a chapter from the ground up, you were probably one of those sickos who tried to hoard every individual item available to see what Ralsei, Susie, and future playable characters would say about them... or an EGG hunter. (I can't believe I restarted for those teas...) This is NOT true with Shadow Crystals.

A Future Problem

These are unquestionably important missable items that the game WANTS you to get every chapter that requires not only a whole chapter reset to get, but MULTIPLE CHAPTER RESETS if you happen to miss the crystal in previous one!

And I want to emphasize, if you miss these, your ass has to reset SEVERAL HOURS back to get the one you forgot.

In the far future, when Deltarune completes and we find out what having all these crystals do and we have no QoL measure to get them all... and everyone misses the Chapter 3 one because of how unfriendly it is for blind runs.... we're in for a huge drag.

I really hope this is an issue that's on the Deltarune team's radar and that we can go back to some abridged sections to get these again. I'm a sicko so I have all these + the eggs and... god I hope the eggs aren't important too.

PS. Some might include the Roaring Knight being the secret fight into the BS I mentioned.... and I disagree.

Praise incoming!

The Roaring Knight is bullshit and hard as hell, but it should be! This is the first real fight in Deltarune that actually made me consider my equipment and battle strategy multiple times.

The Shadow Mantle turning an unwinnable JRPG stomp fight into a real-winnable fight is a genius misdirect that shows the first tangible evidence that Susie and the player might be able to defy the prophecy.

In Undertale, our struggle against Sans was made fun of because we were forcing ourselves through a frustrating fight purely to find out what happens at the end of the Genocide run. But here, even Gaster roots us on, hoping that the determination we show here will amount to something greater.

I think it's seriously understated how game-changing and brilliant this twist is with what it implies.

And come on, everything with Susie during this fight is so cool.

[theguywhodoesntlikemusicals]

"Leave anything you want here, Richie. Then come back and get it when you want it. It'll be easier than me driving it to you, and I'll want to see you," Paul reassured Richie. He spoke plainly enough as he usually did, but gently gave Richie's shoulder another squeeze, and went back to resting his jaw against Richie's head, knowing that the contact would reassure him. He knew Richie would like a clear explanation of his feelings more than any platitudes. Maybe that was why they got on so well? Paul smiled and rubbed his arm. "I am glad we got to catch up tonight too."

And he took Richie's comments about the movies being good first-date material seriously too. "Really?" he asked, nodding, taking in Richie's advice. It was a nice movie... and stirring with emotion. Would Emma like this one? He would have given it a good review, hypothetically. "Okay, sure." He took the advice to mind.

At the thought of him being a bad dancer, Paul chuckled and shook his head. "Yep. Can't dance a step," he replied, almost proudly to a degree. He was so sure of his lack of ability in the area, that it had almost become a badge to wear. "I can't sing either. Though-..." he paused, trying to think back. "I guess I got told I was pretty okay in church as a kid. Haven't tried since then. Wouldn't want to." At the idea that the whole town was a bad singer, Paul chuckled at the suggestion. "Where did you get that idea from?" he asked curiously. "I wouldn't say the whole town is like. The baristas at Beanies have nice voices..." It felt weird to admit that he actually thought the sound of them singing was, objectively, good. Subjectively, an awful and horrific social situation he hated to be in that was massively overwhelming, especially when the younger one started belting. But he liked Emma's voice a lot... She didn't like singing, no, of course he knew that and he would never want to force her into singing at work when she didn't want to. But when she shot a joke about the others by belting a line, or he happened to overhear her humming in the background... It was lovely.

Hearing Richie's thought about someone bullying Jerry, Paul couldn't help but snicker and burst out into laughter. "Haha! You might have a point... You know he's over 40, right? He has no excuse to act the way he does sometimes."

Shuffling up to the door, Richie adjusted a sleeve with a hand. His shoulder rolled, keeping a small duffle bag’s strap on. He’s brought a few items over, that’s what the bag was for. He’s greasy and sweaty, the typical for the young man. His hair’s sticking up more today, losing the battle to try and tame it.

A hand raised, going to knock at Paul’s front door. He then wiped the hand against a pant leg, to rid of the sweat.

— [ @overactive-sweat-glands ]

The door was quickly answered as Paul hurried to the door, not wanting to keep his nephew waiting. How long had it been since he last looked after him? Not babysat, Paul reminded himself. Richie was far too old for that now. But since his dad was going away on business for a few days, he didn't want Richie on his own for that long. While Paul was fairly sure that Richie was a smart kid who could take care of himself, he wouldn't want him to be forced into doing so. Paul wouldn't have wanted him alone for that long either way, and he was happy to have him stay. Especially considering what Ted told him about what his own little brother was dealing with at that school...

His thoughts aside, Paul quickly opened the door and smiled at the teen.

"Hi, Richie!" Paul smiled, doing his best cool relative voice, while also not sound pedantic. It was a delicate balancing act, and honestly didn't change too much from normal. But there weren't many people he put in such effort with. "Come in and set your stuff down. Ready to have some fun?"

[the-myth-nerds]

☀️ Apollo Headcanons 🏹

By MythosNerd and EN_13

❤️❤️❤️,❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥,🩷🩷🩷🩷

- HUMAN HEATER. Always hot like the sun.

- Wakes you up early to watch the sunrise and then lets you fall back asleep while cuddling you (has really big windows in his room so you don't even have to leave y'all's bed!)

- Best. Cuddler. EVER.

- Will always kiss you on your neck or lips. No where else.

- Will play with and mess with your hair 24/7 365.

- Loves it when you pepper his face with kisses.

- Writes and sings songs for and about you. One time he wrote an entire play about you so he could show you off to the other gods.

- YOU. ARE. HIS. MUSE.

Pet names:

Sunshine, Darling, My Muse, Light of my Life, Αγάπη (Greek for “Love”), Treasure, or any music based name.

- Definitely gets up earlier than you and will make you breakfast as the sun rises.

- Has a bowl of apples in his kitchen once things get serious and y'all start thinking about marriage

- Will braid sunflowers and gold ribbon into your hair while you sleep/ before you wake up.

-Just gives you gold/ Sun themed jewelry in general so the gods know who you're dating

- If given the chance, he will hug you from behind all. The. Time.

- Injured in any way? He's the god of healing! That injury won't be there for long.

☀️ NSFW 😎

- Why do I think Apollo would make you read poetry while he fucks you? Ie:

“C'mon Sunshine, I know you can read louder than that. It's not that hard~” “All I want to hear is your pretty voice while I fuck you~”

- Apollo Is a switch, he'll gladly top you, he just prefers to be the bottom.

- He'll trail kisses and bites up and down your body. His favorite parts to kiss are: Your thighs, your hips and the middle of your chest, specifically the spot right above your heart.

- I'll let this speak for itself:

“Ω αγαπημένη μου μούσα, σου αρέσει όταν σε γαμώ έτσι; Σου αρέσει όταν σε αναγκάζω να τραγουδάς το όνομά μου σαν να είναι το πιο βρόμικο πράγμα που έχεις περάσει από τα όμορφα χείλη σου;”

☀️~Breakdown of kinks~🏹

MARKING: Hickeys everywhere, but, adding to him always being hot, you know when you get slightly sunburned? Yeah. Handprints on your thighs, and when you press them together they warm up and it's a constant reminder of what he did to you last night.

“Hold still, sunshine. I don't want to hurt you. I'm leaving a small reminder of tonight on your skin for when I have to go tomorrow~”

Watching/being watched: He loves putting on a little show for you when he touches himself, he'll moan louder than usual and the way he moves can only be described as sensual. Also something about you watching him like this makes him cum like a hormonal teenager. Alternatively, he likes giving you directions when you touch yourself.

“Now now Light of my Life, you'll cum when I say you can cum, keep going~”

MIRROR. SEX. : He loves to make you watch yourself while he makes you feel good, especially if you have any self esteem issues.

~End~

- This horny ass- I don't know why, but he has a ridiculously high sex drive. He'll go about eight lengthy rounds before he tires out, I pray for your legs…

- Teasing. Constantly. And innuendos are his specialty, almost anything he knows will get you hot and bothered will be whispered in your ear before he goes back to what he was going like nothing happened, leaving you wherever you were to process what he just said.

-He cums a lot. Just yeah.

- Doggy Style, pushing your face into the mattress/pillow, pinning you up against the wall as he takes you from behind… I could go on but I think you get the idea😁

- Imagine really soft, romantic sex in front of those huge windows in his room. The image looks like something out of a cheesy romance novel but… wouldn't that be lovely?

- Praise. He will praise you like it's Nobody's business.

“Oh my Muse, you feel glorious tightening around me like this~ Such a good girl/boy/darling for me~”

~Aftercare~

After a particularly long session, Apollo will use his powers to warm you, ease the aches that will be forming soon enough and just make you feel so comfortable. He pulls you close and strokes your hair/any part of you he knows you like being touched, and starts humming a song he heard earlier or one of your favorites as you slowly… drift off… to sleep…

[dsknsk]

Canto 8 and the Chinese language (and how to pronounce the character names + other words)

Long before this Canto started, I've felt the need to make a post about how the Chinese language works, at least on the basics that I've been taught. I feel like understanding at least part of the language also makes you peer into the hows and the whys of things...and you at least get an idea of how to pronounce them.

First off, the term "Chinese language" is fairly cloudy to begin with, and the reasons as to why are beyond the scope of this article. If you want to know more, here's a pretty good explanation. It's also the reason why, outside of this article, I only ever address the language with the word "汉语".

Note: I am a HSK3 graduate. My Chinese won't be perfect, and I won't be good as a native, and this post only describes the approximations to give a general idea of things. Please don't go "well ackshually assumptions based on translations are bad" or "you're inaccurate because xyz" on me, I don't intend to be entirely accurate, just to give a general idea of things. See my post as malarky if that suits you better and move on. Please.

Basics

When I first learnt the Chinese language, my first lesson didn't actually contain any new words. My first lesson was all about pronunciation.

It was also the furthest my mother and the other participants got before dropping out, so I will try and make this as concise as possible.

Chinese is a tonal language. Many people hear it and will say that it sounds as if they're singing all the time. The Chinese language has four ways in which a given syllable (I'm using the "a" as an example) can be pronounced, and then one loose toneless way.

The "flat" tone. This is shown in pinyin like "ā".

The "rising" tone. This is shown in pinyin like "á".

The "falling-rising" tone. This is shown in pinyin like "ǎ".

The "falling" tone. This is shown in pinyin like "à".

The "toneless" tone. Which is only ever used in words that end a sentence like question particles to indicate that the sentence is a question, like 呢 or 吗, or as the last syllable of a word in some cases. This one is also shorter than the others and you know it's this one if there's nothing above the letter in pinyin.

To get the best example of how these sound like (which is better than me trying to describe them vaguely) is to just listen to this guy pronounce the syllable "ma" in the first four tones in order here.

I will try to put an approximate English word/tone to kind of show you how it sort of is pronounced, though it isn't entirely accurate as...well, Chinese has certain things that English just doesn't have, like how they pronounce their "r" or their "ie" sound, which cases are a bit more difficult to transcribe. If you want to know exactly how the syllables and letters I use are pronounced, this page will be a large help since I also took a lot of it from there (in combination with my own experience of course). But below, the letter that I mean in the word is bolded.

A big part of Chinese wordplay consists out of "the same/similar pronunciation, a different word", i.e (near-)homophones. Think of how we have the word "bat" which can refer to a piece of sports equipment as well as to an animal. A large example of this is actually present - there are the families Jiǎ (賈/贾) and Zhēn (甄), where the aforementioned "Jiǎ" is a homophone with the word 假, which means "false" or "fictitious". Meanwhile - predictably - "Zhēn" can be written as 真, which means "real". And yes, the book has a Zhēn Bǎoyù.

This can even carry into social customs. It is considered to be rude and unlucky to give a clock or a pear on a wedding, since both of these relate to the pronunciations of the words "seperate" and "to leave". The likely reason why it's customary to give apples at the year's end in District 8 is probably because the word for "apple" sounds similar to the word for "safety".

One more thing - and this is purely about the written version of the language. You may have seen that sometimes, I use two iterations of the same word. In that case, the first one is the traditional, and the second one is the simplified version of the word. Somewhere in the long history of China which I won't get into now, they decided that, in order to stay with the times and to maintain ease in relationships with other countries, that they had to squish down all words that could not be written within 10 strokes. The country I hail from, Taiwan, however, still uses traditional (as well as Wade-Giles instead of pinyin - they basically just stuck to the old ways). This is why some words look wildly different, yet some are unchanged.

Funfact - there are currently two locations where pinyin can be found in the actual game with their tone tags. One is, of course, the name of the season, but it can be found way back in Kurokumo Hong Lu's passive name:

Names

For the sake of keeping this post to a respectible length, I will only include the names of the most important characters in the Canto.

Hong Lu/Jia Baoyu

鴻路/鸿路 hóng lù "h" as in Scottish "loch"; "o" as in "hold"; "u" as in "looking" meaning is in article text

贾寶玉/贾宝玉 jiǎ bǎoyù "j" is sort of like the English "ch" but a bit different (for the experts, it's called alveolo-palatal pronunciation) that's a bit difficult to describe, I personally stick with the "j" in "jade"; "b" is a hard "b" (sorta sounding like the English "p" in "spy"), see for more notes on the "u" in Xichun's name but here it is kind of like the "u" in "tune" literal meaning: surname Jia; "precious jade"

To start with the centerpiece, Hong Lu. Many people mistakenly pointed out that his name was directly taken from his source book's title. This is, however, not true. The translation note in his introductory video (in the English subtitles - note that said video also has subtitles for both traditional and simplified Chinese) states that it means "great jade". 鸿's secondary, older meaning (the first is "swan") is "great" or "grand", 路 refers to a "path" or "road" and in this context refers to a "path jade", a hollowed jade bead that's worn around the neck in a necklace. It is called that way because when the wearer walks, the jade will also "roll along" due to the friction; thus, wearing a path jade makes one's path as smooth as the jade.

It should be noted that this is the only name that does not have a "source" - all other Sinners minus one have names that are directly mentioned in their respective books, with the only other one, Yi Sang, being a writer. Hong Lu meanwhile, his name is not taken from a character, with his name just being the words "great (path) jade". This gives off a facetious vibe even before we get to know it is indeed a chosen alias - fitting with the book's theme of reality vs fantasy.

For your complete clarity: the name of the book is written as 紅樓夢/红楼梦/, and spoken as "hóng lóu mèng" (same h and o again; "ou" as in "loud" but more of an emphasis on the o, and "e" as in "understatement"). They are very much different words with different pronunciations, though I wouldn't entirely rule out that it could've simply been a pun - as the Chinese often do.

Jia Xichun 賈惜春/贾惜春 jiǎ xīchūn "j" as the hard j of "jade"; the "i" in "ia" is typically semi-silent and "ia" is uttered as "ya"; "xi" is spoken as "see"; "ch" as "chowing down" and "un" as in "under" literal meaning: surname Jia; "treasuring spring (as in the season)"

Many people think that the "u" in Japanese and Chinese must always be as in "you", similar how they use it in the place of "you". However, in some cases in Chinese, it can be just the "u". An example of the "u" just being "u" is the second word in Xichun's given name, "chūn". Another example of the "u" sound changing would be "Lin Yüxia", where the u is also in diaeresis (this is not always the case, but is more common where the u happens to end the syllable, like in this example where the syllable is "yü" (meaning "rain")). Funnily enough, her third skill's name "Crimson Spring" references her name. In the book, she and her sisters all have the word "spring" in their name, with the theming being that their names describe the spring as it passes. It's kinda like how several of the Kardashians have their names starting with the letter K, only a tad more poetical. Xichun, "treasuring spring", being the youngest, thus denotes the last days of spring as it goes to become summer.

Jia Huan 賈環/贾环 jiǎ huán "j" as the hard j of "jade"; the "i" in "ia" is typically semi-silent and "ia" is uttered as "ya"; "huan" is similar to "one" but with an "h" in front of it that is the same "h" as I described with Hong Lu literal meaning: surname Jia; "ring"

Funfact. 環 is pronounced "tamaki" in Japanese.

Jia Qiu 賈丘/贾丘 jǐa qiū "j" as the hard j of "jade"; the "i" in "ia" is typically semi-silent and "ia" is uttered as "ya"; "q" is like the aforementioned "j", just with aspiration; the "iu" is somewhat like "you", but as if one would add a "w" sound to the end of it literal meaning: surname Jia; "hill/grave" (short for Confucius in this context)

丘 derives from 孔丘, Confucius. Even though this character was never a character in the book, it is possible that he represents Confucian values that are also a theme in the book.

Zilu 子路 zǐlù "z" as in "cats" but without aspiration; the "i" in this case is nearly silent but kinda sounds like "uh"; "u" as in "looking" literal meaning: "child's path", courtesy name of Zhong You

Zigong 子贡 zǐgòng "z" as in "cats" but without aspiration; the "i" in this case is nearly silent but kinda sounds like "uh"; "g" is like "k" but unaspirated, like "scar", "o" somewhat like English "awe" literal meaning: "child's tribute", courtesy name of Dianmu Ci

Wei 卫 wèi you know the memes. "way". It's really as simple as that. literal meaning: "guard"

This guy's just really simple.

Jia Mu/Shi Miyin 賈母/贾母 jǐa mǔ "j" as the hard j of "jade"; the "i" in "ia" is typically semi-silent and "ia" is uttered as "ya" literal meaning: surname Jia; "mother" (arch-mother in this interpretation); "shi" is similar to "sure" (yeah, "i" following "sh" or "s" is pronounced differently)

It's a title. Even before she says that she took on the position of Jia Mu, you can figure that out if you know that 母 is the word used. I unfortunately do not posess the hanzi and pinyin over her original name.

Jia Zheng 賈政/贾政 jǐa zhèng "j" as the hard j of "jade"; the "i" in "ia" is typically semi-silent and "ia" is uttered as "ya"; "zh" is a bit similar to "chat", the "e" is actually a dull "uh" sound (which is often the case), "ng" as in "sing" literal meaning: surname Jia, "rule"

Jia Yuanchun 賈元春/贾元春 jiǎ yuánchūn "j" as the hard j of "jade"; the "i" in "ia" is typically semi-silent and "ia" is uttered as "ya"; "yuan" is similar to the aforementioned "huan" but with a soft "y" sound; same "chun" as in Xichun's name literal meaning: surname Jia, "first spring"

Yuanchun is the oldest of the spring group, and such her name denotes the start of spring. She starts the group that Jia Yingchun ("welcoming spring"), Jia Tanchun ("seeking spring") and Jia Xichun ("treasuring spring") follow.

Xue Baochai 薛寶釵/薛宝钗 xuē bǎochāi "x" is similar to "sh" but with an alveolo-palatal pronunciation; the "ue" is...uh, like the "wa" in "away" I guess, the "bao" is the same as in Baoyu's name (which is kinda relevant), the "ch" is the same as in "chun" used before literal meaning: surname Xue; "precious hairpin"

As you can see, Baochai shares one part of her name with Baoyu. Daiyu shares the other part of the name. This is on purpose.

Xue Pan 薛蟠 xūe pán "x" is similar to "sh" but with an alveolo-palatal pronunciation; the "ue" is...uh, like the "wa" in "away" I guess, and the "a" is an open one, like in "ah" literal meaning: surname Xue, "to coil like a dragon"

Lin Daiyu 林黛玉 lín dàiyù The "yu" is the same as in Baoyu's name. literal meaning: surname Lin; "blue-black jade"

Daiyu shares the other part of Baoyu's name. This is still on purpose.

Hua Xiren 花袭人 huā xírén The r is kind of weird in that it's similar to z in zoo in English, but with a retroflex articulation. I personally learnt it first in the word 热 (warm) and I still kind of have a bone to pick with it, "en" as "un" literal meaning: surname Hua; "assailing people", literally "flower assails people" facturing in her family name

She's not mentioned with her family name in the Canto, but in the story she has an original family name. In most translations of the story she is, like the other servants, given a non-human name like "Aroma" or "Pervading Fragrance"; the translation I had gave her (translated back) the name of "Charm". It's chosen by Baoyu himself due to her last name reminding him of a line of poetry.

Lei Heng 雷横 léi héng "lei" is similar to "lay"; the "e" and the "ng" are the same as in Zheng's name literal meaning: "lightning", "across"

So the funny thing about him is that his name's actually from one of the other three Chinese Literature Classics, Water Margin.

Concepts

The Chinese subtitle of Canto 8 不思觀望/不思观望 bù sī guānwàng "b" is a hard "b" (sorta sounding like the English "p" in "spy"), "u" as in "looking"; "s" is like an English "s" butwith the tongue on the lower teeth; "g" is like "k" but unaspirated, like "scar", "uan" sorta like in "one", "a" as in "palm" literal meaning: either "don't wait and see" or "witnessing without consideration" depending whether you factor in 思 or consider the phrase a 成语 and you don't. I'd say both of them can be intentional, knowing the Canto.

Daguanyuan 大觀園/大观园 dàguānyuán the "uan" sounds are like before but differ a bit due to the preceeding g and y literal meaning "grand view garden"

H Corp's full name 鴻園生命工程集團/鸿园生命工程集团 hóng yuán shēngmìng gōngchéng jítuán The "hong" is the exact same as Hong Lu uses ("h" as in Scottish "loch"; "o" as in "hold"); "y" is like an English "j" but it's semi-silent; "uan" sorta like in "one"; "sh" is like the "sh" in English but with a retroflex articulation; "i" is like the English "ee", "e" is a bit like "uh" literal meaning: The great garden's life sciences (biology) group

Keep this one for last, people.

But hey. You've made it to the end of the post. Which I think, in my opinion, deserves a treat. I made this some time ago and this pretty much describes the hardship of learning the language when you're starting out. (Includes subtitles translated by me)

[pumpkinsy0]

PaperCut hcs yayyyyyy

•curly can smell when its about to rain, hes saved pony a lot of uncomfortable moments bc either pony forgets or it just happens mid day randomly and they share curlys jacket as an umbrella

•pony singing kinda sounds like chet baker, curly will walk in on pony mumble singing my funny valentine cause he thinks hes alone and curly will ACTUALLY b quiet bc he likes ponys voice VERY much w the small amount he can pick up. but its curly still, hes gonna tell pony he heard him and forever bother pony and when hes ever gonna sing for him

•curly constantly thinks about if he had a motorcycle. he would drive pony any and everywhere AND have ponys hands around him, its one of his biggest fantasies. pony wouldnt b on board at all, hes like, one foot on the board, the other half on actual ground about it. he thinks he would look silly on one, plus its curly driving. w a motorcycle if u even go above a PEBBLE bad at the speed ur goin, its just over for u, but he’ll indulge in the idea w curly here n there, putting it into motion however??? ehhhhh

•if pony and curly agreed to leave for nyc and avoided the whole argument that eventually led to their 2 or 3 year break up, pony wouldve been motivated by that to get him through hs!! curly wouldve took school maybe like a LITTLE less seriously, hes not doing a 180 tho over it, its a good 90

•curlys pretty jealous over pony being buffer than him, he doesnt think thats fair at all no matter what he does he cant gain muscle like that. pony purposely flexes on him when he can, curly will squeeze ponys muscles, theyre that kind of couple

•neither of em could 100% feel safe in the others house, curlys house is just the shepards house pony doesnt have to explain himself here, and the curtis’ never lock their damn door, literally just open to the public, they both argue which situation is worse to b in

•pony only finds piercings actually attractive on curly, beyond curly its not somethin hes deeply into at all. this isnt a piercing but this is the same w silver tooth/teeth, pony thinks hes a weirdo for liking that on him so he keeps that bit to himself

•hickies r a weird thing for them, pony didnt (still doesnt) know how to leave hickies, he thinks its so awkward everytime he tries its one big FAT hickey and curly thinks its so funny hes not mad about it at all. and once pony was just sucking on his skin cause his mind blanked ended up giving himself a hickie. u combine that w how curly will feel ponys muscles and yea ppl thought curly sucked on his arm like a freakster, curly can try denying it all he wants but pony wont admit that it was him who did it so curlys stuck w that stupid rumor for life

•curlys flirting can rlly help pony embrace parts of himself that hes insecure about. wait maybe not insecure, i dont think ponys insecure about himself physically THAT much, more like shy to flat out show off certain parts of himself. for example, pony doesnt like his track uniform bc it shows off most of his legs, w curlys flirting, he feels a bit better about it

•they dont take the whole “sharing a drink w two straws” thing as super romantic bc they already share drinks all the time w one straw. they can try to do it but it wont have that same hmph, yknow

[twinksintrees]

hey. hey bears in trees. you cant write this shit when my best friend plans on moving away across the ocean. it’s too soon for this.

[anti-enashinonome]

I would love to participate in the 'songs I want in pjsk' thing but unfortunately, I know like 4 non pjsk vocaloid songs lol rip

[seaofreverie]

I'm back and Guys they played my favourite song they played where your eyes don't go and they played spy and last wave and the darlings of lumberland and let me tell you about my operation and

[spacemanxpaninis]

Saw this activity die a while back! Self shippers, imagine rolling this with your f/o(s)! Anything you’d like to do most?

[sun-marie]

this whole discussion around rap is a reminder for me how silly the concept of loving/hating and ENTIRE GENRE of music is to me.

Like. Do y'all have any idea how much music there is in the world. I can Guarantee you every genre has AT LEAST ONE song that clicks with you, you just gotta find it