#phewy it's been a while

[freezethebeez]

Catalyst Epilogue Snippet :]

Sorry for being gone for so long! Things haven't been crazy at all, I've just been lazy.

Tonight, I've managed to open the epilogue doc and get some writing done, and to apologize for my absence, I present to you a small, fluffy sniblet.

(The epilogue is still in a very, very rough state. Edits are to ensue, just at a later date.)

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Tubbo hums along to the tune of the song playing from his phone as he washes the dishes. 

Dinner was fine. Tubbo had his meal while Ranboo sat across from him sipping on a coffee made with half-coffee, half-blood. He says that the caffeine doesn’t really affect him, but he notes liking the smell and taste of it, and Tubbo sure as hell doesn’t mind brewing him some at seven in the evening (he also doesn’t mind the fact that he now has a drawer in his fridge dedicated to bags of blood). 

Now Tubbo prepares for bed while Ranboo does… whatever the hell Ranboo does. Look, Tubbo’s not going to be up their ass all the time. Tubbo’s typically pretty clingy, sure, but the novelty of having Ranboo around all the time wore off a while ago. Like, a whole ass living accommodation ago. 

The drain of Tubbo’s sink drinks down the dirty, soapy water, making a horrible gurgling noise as it does so. He flicks off the extra drops of water from his hands, and goes to reach for a towel hanging off the handle of the oven, but is met with a surprise. 

Ranboo is a tall guy. Really tall. Completely towers over Tubbo. So when Tubbo looks at Ranboo, he’s used to looking up— not down. And he’s certainly not used to seeing Ranboo on one knee either. 

And definitely not holding a velvet box that’s been pried open to reveal two rings inside. 

“Tubbo,” Ranboo starts, and it’s not until he hears it in their voice that Tubbo realizes how much Ranboo is shaking, “I-I know you’re, like, aromantic and— and everything, but I think you’re really cool and— I kind of really like you, a-and stuff, so— do you wanna marry me?” 

Tubbo is speechless. He’s standing stock still with a fucking tea towel in his hand, eyes wide as ever. 

“It could just be for tax purposes if you—”

“No, Ranboo, I—” Tubbo says, and he doesn’t think he’s ever watched someone’s heart shatter in real time until now— until he realizes how poorly he’s just phrased that, and he quickly begins to backtrack, “No, what I mean to say is yes. Yes, I’ll marry you, Ranboo, but I— gods, just stand up already, it’s weird looking down at you.” 

Ranboo complies, rising back to his feet again, causing Tubbo’s head to tilt upwards, the familiar dull ache in his neck comfortably settling back in. 

With the rings a little closer to his face now, Tubbo takes a moment to get a close look at them. 

They appear completely normal from the outside— just two, matching, golden bands— but as Tubbo draws near, he notices something. 

A small, thin streak of red in the middle of one of them. The other is merely engraved with Tubbo’s birthday written in long, curly numbers. 

Odd.

“So which one’s for me?” Tubbo asks. He has a feeling the red one would be his, because it wouldn’t make a whole lot of sense to have an engagement ring with his own birthday on it, but one could never be too sure. 

“O-oh, uh, this one,” Ranboo replies, frantically fiddling with the pair and nearly dropping one of them in the process. Eventually, his fingers find the one with the thin red line through the middle, presenting it to Tubbo. 

Tubbo instinctively lifts his hand, allowing Ranboo to slide the ring onto his finger. Tubbo’s not entirely sure how proposals are supposed to go, but he’s had enough movie marathons with Tommy to know the gist of how they’re meant to work— and this feels mostly right, save for the fact that they’re not standing at the top of a mountain with a breathtaking view (the kitchen, however, works just fine, in Tubbo’s humble opinion). 

“Awesome,” Tubbo beams, lifting his hand up, fingers outstretched, eyes adjusting to the new image of the back of his hand, now featuring a ring. He doesn’t take too long admiring the view, thankfully, saving Ranboo from crumbling into a nervous wreck by taking the other ring in their hand and sliding it onto their finger as well. 

“Just curious,” Tubbo asks, taking Ranboo’s hand into his own, eyes fixated on the matching ring on the snow white half of Ranboo’s body, “what’s the red shit in mine?” 

Ranboo snorts. “You really have such a— such a way with words, Tubbo,” they say.

“Aren’t you glad to be stuck with them for the rest of my life?” 

“Your life?” Ranboo questions Tubbo’s word choice. 

“Yeah, my life,” Tubbo replies, not missing a beat. “I mean, unless you plan on dying soon, you’re probably going to outlive me. And, like, by a lot, right?” 

“Oh…” Ranboo’s shoulders sag. In fact, every single part of him seems to droop. “Right,” they mumble. 

“Sorry,” Tubbo apologizes, giving Ranboo’s hands a light squeeze, “sensitive topic, I guess.” 

Ranboo shrugs, “Not really. I’m just… I don’t like to think about it.” 

“Makes sense.” Tubbo nods and sniffles. “Anyways, what was I on about?” 

“The red stuff.”

“Right! The red shit.” A smile finds its way back to Ranboo’s face, tension in the air dissipating like the sun breaking through the fog in the morning. “What the hell is it?” 

“It’s my blood.” And Ranboo says it with such nonchalance. So deadpan and straight to the point that Tubbo nearly mistakes it for the weather. 

When Tubbo first met Ranboo, he thought the guy was, like, actively afraid of blood, or something. First ever vampire to have hemophobia— something ironic like that. Ranboo refused to even say the word for the longest time, so for them to not only say it, but also put some of it— some of their own into their engagement rings, it’s— 

Well Tubbo might just cry. 

But first, he has questions that need answers. 

“You can bleed?!” Tubbo exclaims. 

“Wh— of course I can? What kind of question is that?” 

“A damn good one. I didn’t know vampires could fucking bleed. I didn’t even know they had blood in them!” Ranboo’s eyes go wide. “Oh my gods, is that why you need to drink mine—”

“Tubbo, no. No, that’s— that’s not it at all,” Ranboo corrects. “I should— I should really teach you some vampire biology, or something, gods.” 

“Listen, okay, don’t make me look like an idiot here,” Tubbo defends. “They don’t teach this shit in school, alright? Maybe the basics, but that’s it. The only thing I knew about vampires is that they existed and they drank blood. Nothing more.” 

“Please tell me you know more than that now.” 

“Of course I do! I know that you guys sleep all day, you’re only up at night, and you’ve never seen the sun.” 

Ranboo stares blankly at him. “You just said the same thing, like, three times.” 

“Whatever, dude.” Tubbo rolls his eyes. “Catch me up to speed then. I’ve got spoons to dry.”

[a-secretlanguage]

pretty girl,

for the last 380 days of my life, there has not been a single day where you did not cross my mind. from the first time i heard you laugh, i was hooked. it may be cliche, but that quote - mom always warned me about the drugs on the street but never about the girl with pretty eyes and a heartbeat - it reminded me of you the second i first laid eyes on you.

the last 380 days have been some of my best and some of my absolute worst. somehow, you’ve been involved in most of them. mostly good, but also the worst of the worst. you’ve broken my heart countless times, helped lead me to repair it, handed chips and pieces back to me, and glued it back together with your bare hands. we’ve laughed, smiled, danced, fucked, cried, fought, and stripped ourselves naked in front of each other in what has been this wild roller coaster ride spanning 54 weeks of my life.

but the last month? i loved every second with you. i am grateful for every facetime call while you were in chicago. for every long pause to stare and smile at one another. for every minute of you feeling awkward right before you came home (ps. you looked adorable). i am thankful for you coming home and immediately needing to see me, for laying with me after and just talking. i am grateful for how often you wanted me around, meeting me to work during the day, day drinking with me and spending way too much money. i am thankful for you meeting nicole and laughing with her crazy ass. for jamming to good music and singing along loudly, together. for the smiles. god for the smiles pretty girl. for the longing stares. i could drown in those eyes. for our picnic in the park and that damn tshirt. i am thankful i got one more night with you in my arms. for the sound of your heartbeat being the last thing i heard before going to sleep. for waking up to your gentle snoring, kisses, and laughing. for ellie finally getting to meet harley. i am grateful for that comfy position we found, and the talk we had after. for hearing you tell me you weren’t ready to say goodbye. i am thankful for last saturday where we day drank and you told me things that i’ll cherish forever. for watching you get jealous. for you telling me you were so smitten with me. that you would only break your no sleepover rule for me. that you liked where we were. that you wanted your hand in a picture with me. for you trying a lobster roll and drinking expensive whiskey with me. for one last brunch. for a whole day together. for the way you laughed, and smiled. for the trip maybe someday we’ll get to take - because that sounded like a lot of fun. god did it sound fun to just get away with you for a weekend. not be us for a weekend. for the really really good sex always. like. really. good. for your lips, the way your hips move when you’re - i’ll stop. for every single inch of you. i am thankful for that hike we took, and seeing you be so gentle and caring about my ankle being sprained. for you. by that lake. wearing my sweater. (ps. can you say deja vu? you. by that river, wearing my hat ... it happened again) but this time, playing with my dog. i am grateful for your presence in my life, the new pictures of you i have on my phone. these really good memories. for forehead kisses. for letting me be there when you needed someone. for crying in front of me and letting me see you vulnerable and raw. for dancing on the sidewalk to the person playing piano on their deck. for just holding one another. for that kid jack recognizing the raw connection between us. for letting me feel like you needed me for a change. for showing me that you cared about me. i am grateful. i am grateful. i am grateful.

but this will be the last time i write about you. i’m not going to delete my blog because at this point, i think i still need it. but this is going to be the last thing i ever write about you, pretty girl. i honestly don’t know if you’ll ever even read this. but, i do have some things i had gotten you that i’ve yet to give you - so i’m going to mail it to you eventually, and maybe - maybe i’ll include this letter. but, i doubt it. i think it’s better if you just stumble across it some day.

but, i’ll leave you with this. i loved you then, i loved you yesterday, i love you now, and i will love you later. you will always have me, and you are never alone. if you ever need anything, and you don’t know who to call - call me. i will be there. always. i promise you that, no strings attached. i am always in your corner, and i am always on your side. the ball is entirely in your court, and i’m going to eventually learn to be okay with that again. i’ve done it once, and i can do it again. i think that you know that. but please, i - please do not truly come back unless you genuinely want to give this a shot because i don’t ever want to have to watch you walk away again. please always remember that you are the surprise 11th chicken nugget, the winning lotto ticket, the $100 bill you found in your winter coat from last season - like finding a goddamn diamond hiking in the mountains. you are incredible pretty girl, and getting over you all over again ... phewie.

good luck on monday, i am so incredibly proud of you. you’re going to kick ass, grow, and you’re going to have all of your dreams come true. i am confident that you will be great there, as you’ve always been. and i am confident that you will find where you belong. go get ‘em babe.

see you later, pretty girl.

[codename-mallorygrace]

Turnabout Farm [chapter 2]

To get away from a scandal, a horrible former best friend, and a soul sucking company that is Joja Corporation, Phoenix Wright moves to the farm his grandfather left him. Now, with only his daughter by his side, some clothes, and no farming skills, he’ll become the “Wright” farmer to breathe life into this tiny town.

Of course, some colorful townspeople will make this new lifestyle more interesting than he ever thought. It’s a whole new world for farmer Phoenix. But he’ll make the best of it! …if the magic, monsters, and budding-grade-school crush doesn’t end him.

a.k.a Stardew Valley AU with Ace Attorney characters that doesn’t need to exist; don’t need to know Stardew to enjoy

[prologue][chapter 1] [2] [3] [ao3 link]

The Wright's Great Adventure

The day the parsnips are ready to harvest, Trucy, indeeds, prove herself to be the one with the Wright mind of business. After selling the parsnips, she calculates what to crops to buy for the most profits. With the new money, they buy more parsnips seeds with some green bean, cauliflower, and potato seeds.

Although, that evening she's weirdly insisted on keeping at least one of everything they sell. Trucy is not usually one to hoard. But their storage chest — which Phoenix proudly made himself — isn’t any fuller, so Phoenix isn’t too sure of where everything is going.

But he forgets his daughter's new hoarding habits the next day. For Trucy drags him up the mines in the mountain; an area that neither has explored.

It's a long trek up, but Phoenix finds some leeks to get their energy back from the morning farming. Trucy complains that living off the earth doesn't literally mean literally eating everything raw thing they find, but she eats the leeks anyway.

When they enter the mines, they find that they weren’t the only ones curious about the mines.

“Oh, hey there!” a bright young woman — wearing a pink shirt, grey pants, and navy cape — says. “I was just checking out the old mine shaft.”

“Oh, hi. I guess we were doing the same,” Phoenix says.

“Really? I was thinking about going down there myself, but it’s been abandon for years now, so ores aren’t the only things down there anymore, if you know what I mean…” the woman’s voice becomes progressively slower and her expression flattens as she speaks.

“What else is down there?” Trucy hops as she speaks.

Her smile comes back as she cheerfully says, “No idea!”

“Wha?” Phoenix feels his face fall and his body becomes hunched.

“Well, no one’s been there in years, so how should I know, right?” the woman says. She turns to pull something out of her cape, “Here! If you’re going to explore the mines, you’ll need these!”

Somehow, she pulls out two rusty bronze swords from her cape.

“Whoa!” Trucy looks taken aback, which Phoenix isn’t used to seeing on her. Then her face becomes more serious, “Are a magician too?”

“Who me?” the woman grins while speaking, “I’m not, but…” she pulls out a small badge of a three legged crow. “Even in the darkest forest, when no other bird dares to go out, one alone soars to find the world’s greatest treasures! And that’s me! The Great Adventurer, Yatagarasu!” She ends her speech with a fist in the air.

Does everyone have an introduction speech?

“’The Great Adventurer?’ What’s that?” Phoenix tilts his head.

“The Great Adventurer is the head of the Adventure’s Guild here in Stardew Valley.”

“Oh! That sounds so cool!” Trucy gives the Yatagarasu a bright smile. “Can I join?”

“Trucy?!” He doesn’t mind Trucy making friend with everyone, but perhaps being friends with an odd young woman like the Yatagarasu isn��t the... safest choice.

“Come on, Daddy! Don’t you want to be a great adventurer like the Yatagarasu?”

“No thanks, kiddo. I’m find just being Great Farmer.”

“Aw… phewy,” Trucy looks put out. But quickly bounces back to talk to the Yatagarasu, “So how does one join the Adventure’s Guild?”

“Oh, so you brave souls wish to join?” the Yatagarasu dramatically says. She tilts her head back a bit while mischievously smiling.

“Yeah!” Trucy cheers.

“‘Souls?'” Phoenix interjects, “I’m not a part of this!”

“Very well!” the Yatagarasu talks over him. “All you must do is slay 10 slimes.”

Phoenix has been lost for awhile, but now he officially has no idea what this woman is on about, “Slimes?”

The Yatagarasu flippantly waves her hand at him, “A small little monster of jelly. Kinda pathetic, really.”

“Monster!?” father and daughter say with different levels of excitement.

“It’s no big deal,” she tilts her head back and rubs her nose. “Most of the ones you encounter around here are pretty weak.”

“There are monsters in this town?” once again father and daughter speak in unison with varying levels of excitement.

“Not in town, but in the forest. That is,” her voice gets low, “if you know where to look.”

“Cool!” Trucy says as Phoenix groans.

First Maya and now this girl… Is there really this much magic in the world or is it just this town…?

“Well then, I’ll leave the mines to you two!” the Yatagarasu says as she walks pass them to the exit.

“Thank you, Miss Yatagarasu!” Trucy calls after her.

“Call me Kay!” the Yatagarasu, or Kay, says before disappearing from view.

Once they are left in the — slightly creepy — mines by themselves, Trucy turns to him.

“Come on, Daddy! Let’s start our initiation to the Adventurer Guild!”

“Wait, you really want to see what’s down there?”

“Don’t you?”

“…Only to make sure that you’ll be safe.”

“Don’t worry, Daddy! I’ll protect you!” his daughter declares before climbing down the old ladder.

Shouldn’t the roles be reversed? Oh well, better go after before she gets in too much trouble.

He gives the sword a few practice swings while he walks to ladder. It's light enough that he can swing it pretty hard, but he unfortunately doesn’t know what else to do with a sword.

I hope Kay was right about the monsters being weak.

When he gets to the first level of the mines, he finds Trucy hitting a bunch of rocks with her sword. Without a word, he pulls out the pickaxe from his backpack and gives it to her. With a grin, she goes to town on the rocks. Meanwhile, Phoenix collects all the ores, stones, and a surprise geode that she’s finds in his bag.

Once she’s cleared every rock on this level (due to her need to get every piece of stone), they climb down the ladder that one of the destroyed rock revealed.

The next level is pretty much like the first.

“Here!” Trucy hands him the pickaxe. “You should build up some of those weak-Daddy-muscles.”

“Hmph! I’m perfectly strong already. Anymore and I’ll destroy the pickaxe with one swing.”

Trucy rolls her eyes at him, “Whatever you say, Daddy. If you’re so strong,” Trucy’s impish look appears, “then crack open that big rock!”

In the corner of one of the crannies is a huge rock about ten times the size of the rocks Trucy broke.

“You’re on, kiddo,” he strides up to the big rock and swings the pickaxe down.

When the rock doesn’t break on the first swing, he can hear Trucy giggling behind him. He swings again. And again. And again. On his fifth swing, the boulder breaks and they have 10 pieces of stone.

“Wow! All that from just one rock!” Trucy cheers and adds the resources to her own backpack.

“Ha…" he says with labour breathing,  "See what I mean!”

Trucy rolls her eyes again at his antics, “Yes, yes, you’re the strongest Daddy that ever lived.”

To show how wrong his daughter is, he goes up to a regular size rock and takes a swing at it.

But, instead of breaking into stone, legs pop out from the bottom! The rock crawls (!) back before coming at him.

“Ah!” He scrabbles backwards, which cause him to trip over his own feet.

“I’ll save you, Daddy!” Trucy pulls out her own sword and takes a swing at the rock with legs. She runs circles around the moving rock while swinging her sword. She quickly realizes that when the rock hides its leg, it’s impossible to hurt the thing.

But that doesn’t stop Trucy. She’s able to kill the thing with a few more hits. They aren’t expecting it dropping anything, so the crab is a shock.

“Wow! I’ve been looking for one of these!” Trucy cheers as the picks up the crab.

“You have?” Phoenix says after recovering from the trauma of seeing a rock come to life.

Trucy's happiness falls from her face, “Er… well… that is…”

Seeing her this hesitant is a sure sign that she’s hiding something…

She’s usually better at hiding stuff… Unfortunately… Does that mean she actually wants to tell me what’s up?

“You know you can tell me anything, sweetie,” he says.

“I know…” her face is serious before it turns determined. “Before I tell, do you believe in magic?”

The question itself doesn’t catch Phoenix off guard, she’s asked him this question a lot since he adopted her, but the timing is odd.

“Of course, you, the local witch, and this town have proved that anything is possible.”

Her face brightens hearing that. “You met one of the witches?!”

“Huh, oh yeah, I did,” he completely forgot to tell Trucy about Maya. The excitement of their first harvest distracted him. “She lives in a tower in the corner of the forest. Name’s Maya and she said something about being the head of a clan.”

Trucy gasp with her hands covering her mouth, “I can’t believe you met Mystic Maya and didn’t tell me!”

“‘Mystic Maya?’”

“She’s Pearly’s cousin!”

Hearing the name from Trucy’s mouth, finally reminds him of why the name sounded familiar, “Oh, that’s right, she’s helping you learn some new tricks, right?”

“Yup!” Trucy finally moves to put the crab away.

Packing away the crab reminds Phoenix of why the conversation started, “So why did you want that crab?”

“I’ll tell you later.”

“Huh? What about now?” he tilts his head.

“Well,” Trucy looks at something behind him, “now it looks like a slime that Kay was talking is coming at us.”

“Wha?” he turns around. “Ah!” he shouts and pulls out his sword. He continues to scream as he swings his sword and pushes the blob back into a corner. And like the crawling rock, it drops something after he kills it. This time it’s a clear blob.

“Hmm…” Trucy says as she picks up the thing.

Should she really be picking up everything she sees?

Yet he doesn’t move to stop her.

“So this is what slime is!” she cheers as she examines the blob.

“Slime drops slime?” he asks while raising an eyebrow.

“I guess that makes sense. Where else would you find slime?”

“On a slime farm?” he says. And when he sees sparkles in Trucy’s eyes, he’s quick to add, “We are not raising slimes!”

Instead of being despondent, she grins, “I’m sure I can convince you otherwise.”

Knowing her, we just might have a slime farm by the end of the season… Is that even a thing? Probably...

“Let’s get off this floor,” he says as he destroy rocks to find the ladder.

The duo make it down to two more level. And on both levels, they encounter more monsters. The dirt patches, which Phoenix uses the hoe to till the dirt for clay, have some kind of mole thing that pop out from the dirt. It hits Phoenix a few times while he runs around the patch of dirt. Trucy is the hero once again and kills the monster. This monster-type drops geodes and cherry bombs, which Trucy then uses to blow up clusters of rocks.

There are more slimes and rock-crabby things too. The slimes start dropping sap as well as slime. Thinking the sap will be a good source of energy, Phoenix eats some. But the moment he does, he feels his energy get lower, “Urk! Maybe that wasn’t the best idea…”

Trucy shakes her head with a smile, “What would you do without me?”  She hands him a leftover leek that she refused to eat earlier.

Slightly renewed, Phoenix finds the ladder to the fifth level. The layout is pretty similar to the other levels, but there is an elevator near the ladder.

“Hey! I bet this goes back up to the top floor,” Trucy says as she examines it.

“It’s probably a short cut to this floor,” Phoenix guesses.

“Cool! So we don’t need to fight our way down to this floor again.”

“Good. I don’t think I could take fighting all those monsters again.”

“Oh c’mon Daddy. You were kind of cool fighting those slimes,” she says. As he proudly grins, she continues, “That is, when you weren’t also screaming.”

“Those slimes are vicious! Did you not see those red eyes on that one?” Phoenix planned on retorting more, but a loud buzz interrupts him, “Hmm... Do you hear that, sweetie?”

“Huh?” Trucy looks around for the source of noise. “Now that you mention it…”

They look around, but Phoenix sees it first. It’s a big flying worm that’s coming right at them! And it looks mad!

“Time to go , sweetie!” he says as he pulls Trucy into the elevator to Trucy’s indignant protest.

Once they’re in the elevator, Phoenix frantically pushes the 0 button. Repeatedly.

“Whew… that was a close one,” he sighs as they climb out the elevator.

Trucy, meanwhile, is pouting, “C’mon, Daddy! We could’ve totally taken that thing!”

“Did you even see that thing? It was flying directly to us!”

“But still!”

“We can come back another time and defeat it.”

“Fine,” she crosses her arms and pouts, but drops the subject. She doesn’t stay annoyed for too long because she spots a pile of rocks that’s blocks another pathway. “What do you think is behind that?”

“Probably more secrets? This place has a lot.”

“Let’s open it up!” she says as she readies the pickaxe for a big swing. The pickaxe makes contact, but all it does is shake Trucy. “Wha?”

“Huh… it seems our pickaxe isn’t strong enough.”

“Hmm…” Trucy puts the pickaxe away and stares at the obstruction. “I know!” she exclaims while pulling out their last cherry bomb. She plants it right in front of the rock-wall, “Bombs away!”

“Trucy!” Phoenix yells as he pulls her away and the bomb blows up.

Despite his caution, the bomb works and the pathway is now clear. Trucy, eager to check out more of the mines, runs down it. Phoenix scrambles to catch up.

The pathway is pretty short and at the end of it there is a figure standing in a corner just staring at them. The figure is very short, Trucy appears taller than... them, and wears a red jacket that looks pretty new, but their golden hood hides their face. Around the figure is a small chest (much nicer than theirs), a table, and some boxes.

“Hello!” Trucy greets the figure.

They are now looking at them and Phoenix can now see beady golden eyes, “Oiaanomi o man lomi!” the figure says.

“Huh?” Trucy tilts her head.

“Nomi u, nomi u!” the figure speaks again.

“What’s he saying, Daddy?”

“I don’t know… I don’t even think it’s human."

“Anoe ani nul!”

“Um… Maybe we should come back another day… Maybe it’ll make sense then…” Phoenix gently pulls her back.

“Yeah…” Trucy agrees and looks at her watch. “It’s almost 10:20! We need to get going!”

“Huh? Why?”

“I want to show why I needed the crab!”

“Ah… okay, let’s go,” he says as they walk out of the east section the mines.

Let's never go back there... Or in the mines, in general...

Trucy pulls him all the way back into town and stop in front of the ruin community center.

“What are we doing here?” Phoenix asks.

It’s a ruined building with vines growing around the whole place, the clock above the door is broken at 12:25, and there’s faint paint that looks like it spells out Pelican Town. When he ran into the Chief yesterday, she did say the community center was basically abandoned. But this falls closer to haunted than abandoned on a scale of 'places horror film protagonists go to die.'

“You’ll see! Just keep an open mind. Now, it’s time to meet the Juminos!”

He's looks away from the building and back at his daughter, “The what-ios?”

“Forest spirits that live in the community center. They’re really nice. And cute!” Trucy explains as they walk into the ruined building.

“Okay…” Phoenix has walked passed the building once or twice while foraging, but never bothered going inside.

Once inside, Trucy makes a bee line for the decaying fish tank. She pulls out the crab and places it on a golden scroll with writing that Phoenix can’t understand. The scroll shines, and when the glow dies down, the crab is gone!

“Whoa! Where did it go?”

“I donated it to the Juminos.”

“What? Why?”

“The Juminios will restore this place if we give them the offerings that’s listed on these scrolls.”

“'We?'”

“Yeah, you’re going to help me, right?” she says with a pleading look. "They just want to make this a happy place."

“Uh… sure… if I can see one of these Juminos first.”

“Okay!” Trucy cheers. “Follow me! I have the last item of a bundle, so we’ll be able to see one tonight!”

She leads him down to the right side of the building and into a small wreck of a room.

In the center of the room is another golden scroll. Trucy walks up to it, makes sure that he’s watching, and places the last leek on it.

Like before, the leek disappears, but this time there’s more. Two small bundles takes it place. Trucy picks one of them up to open, but Phoenix is distracted by a small purple-blue cubeish creature.

The thing, he guesses it’s a Jumino, takes the other bundle from the scroll and carries out of the room. Phoenix follows it out into the main room with the fish tank. He watches as the Jumino throws the bundle into the fireplace. Then the Jumino comes back and bounces in front of him as if waiting for something.

“I don’t have anything to give you,” he says.

“Oh, don’t worry, Daddy,” Trucy says as she approaches him. “After you finish a bundle, they like to follow you around the center.”

“…Right…”

She ignores his deadpan look and continues happily talking, “So what do you think?”

“It’s certainly not the strangest thing around here,” he looks at the little bouncing Jumino once more before speaking, “And you’re right, they are pretty cute.”

“Yay! I’m so glad you’ll be helping!”

Before he could reply, he lets out a mighty yawn. Glancing down at his watch, he sees that it’s nearly midnight. “Hey, sweetie, we should be heading home.”

“Wow, you’re right! Let’s run!”

And again, Phoenix finds himself being dragged across town to their farm. He and Trucy dump all the raw materials into the chest and everything else in the box to sell. Ever piece of gold counts.

They go to bed and Phoenix wonders what his life has become with witches, monsters, and spirits.

Well, I’ve certainly escaped my monotone life from before… And I think I like it…

[chikarikotranslations]

Some news

Thanks to the awesome @nozoelichii who provided me scans, I am currently translating Kougi’s doujin “Kimi ni Ohayou to Sasayaku Hibi,” (lit. Whispering good morning to you each day), which was their doujin for December Comiket 93. You might have seen it as, “As I open my eyes each day, all I want to see is you”, the English title Kougi gave to it, haha. 

Actually, I received these scans a while ago, but progress has been slow due to school. But I’m on spring break right now, so I hope to be able to finish it by the end of this week! :D

Also! The artist Shiharu has made her doujin “Shoujo Ijou no Love Song” (lit. More Than Just a Girl’s Love Song), available to download on Melon, and so I bought it, and hope to translate it as well! I don’t know if I’ll be able to finish this by the end of the week too, but I’ll certainly do my best to make some headway!

Phewy! My spring break is pretty busy! ^^;;; If you enjoy my translations and want to support me, consider donating to my ko-fi here! Any amount will help!! Either way, please look forward to these two works being completed! 

[miriolemillion]

Thoughts on chapter 152

Phewie! This chapter was probably very emotional to all of us, especially us Mirio and Big Three fans! I’ve just finished reading the new chapter and I myself, am all jittery and just sjdsdjksdk WOW this chapter is A LOT to digest. Feelings? What ARE THOSE. MIRIO. Mirio. A mirio chapter. The third one in a row which makes me go WOW but also kinda anxiously screaming and just. THIS MIGHT BE TOO PLOT INVOLVING TO MY TASTE but also I rly want that to happen and I’m thirsty for Mirio content so GIMME.

First of all I want to say that this chapter didn’t get to me to the fullest until I got to the flashback scenes, but I wanna try and calm myself and stay consistent with my commentary and hold my horses ahah. Before the chapter, there were three things I had in mind:

1st) something WILL happen to Mirio. (even if all the deathflags in his tag made me go eh, I still believed sth will happen.) And if it’s not death, it’s probably gonna be that he will lose his quirk, due to the last scene in ch 151 with the bullets.

2) It (the sth that happens) will be plotrelevant. We saw it coming. There was so much going up to that arc, and so much was relevant to Mirio, to introducing him, making him sb that Midoriya looks up to, sb who COULD have been like all might, kinda was, could have been what midoriya probably will be, sb who had a hard time but tries even harder. This all made it clear that the arc will have sth abt Mirio which will get the story going and have a greater impact on the storyline.

3) whatever WILL happen, I probably won’t like it due to my habit of picking favourites and not getting genuinely warm with the main-main cast (I’m so sorry, the third years caught my heart, even more than once...)

TL:DR - I analyze what Horikoshi is probably trying to do with Mirio’s character and why the stuff is happening that happened, while being extremely disappointed on how it was carried out. Also I don’t want Mirio to lose his quirk bc I think it’s so... unnecessary. Cheers.

(disclaimer: I’m trying to be critical while still enjoying Horikoshi’s work! Also I love Midoriya just a -- eh-- heads up...)

ALSO I WROTE THIS AT THE END OF THE DAY COMPLETELY EXHAUSTED PLS DONT MIND GRAMMAR OR ORTHOGRAPHIC MISTAKES THANKS

There was the whole debate going on, will Mirio die, will he live but “lose” something veery important to him, will he be able to save Eri but get harmed severely... So when I first saw the first few panels my first thought was “oh god he will def get shot and probably lose his quirk”. And that’s probably what would be the “big plottwist” that gets the story going and I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO FEEL ABOUT THIS.

For one thing, I would absolutely love to get more “angst” for Mirio going, I love when my favourite boys experience some sort of pain and grow from it, but on the other hand he already had to go through so much to get where he was and become this strong so it feels a little unnecessary to make him lose his quirk completely. We already have All Might for that kind of storyline and there are plenty of other characters whose quirks could probably called “useless” but they prove that wrong. Not to forget that the whole point of boku no hero is that someone who is /quirkless/ can actually find a way to get one and become a hero this way... so yeah... this is why I conclude: A Midoriya/Mirio thing.

The whole point of Mirio “Lemillion” Togata existing in bnha is most likely to make Midoriya stand out as the pro hero to be as Mirio himself loses his quirk and experiences pain that way and I don’t like it one. damn. bit. People would probably disagree and I want to disagree myself but when I think back to earlier chapters when Mirio was just introduced, suddenly there is this whole new stuff about All Might and how Mirio was actually supposed to be his successor and there was a lot of drama (Midoriya even cried bc it was too much stress with all the stuff going on and the internship and then he wasn’t even meant to be the one? Well congrats Midoriya now Mirio doesn’t have one anyway...). It definitely was on Midoriya’s mind a lot and it was clear that there was supposed to be some kind of mentorship between the senpai and kouhai, both kind of successors of All Might.

We already had All Might losing his quirk dramatically, what even is the point?

The point is that Mirio is probably here to show that one can be a hero despite not having a quirk. And I would laugh my salty laugh if he manages what Midoriya couldn’t: become a hero without your favourite hero maigcally appearning from the sky and handing you his dna to become the protagonist of a super hero story. (oh wow my salt level is rising with writing this oops...)

Don’t get me wrong I love Midoriya with all my heart, I love his relationship with Mirio and that he finally has somebody to ask questions and hang out with a third year senpai. In fact I think it’s lovely. I’m just questioning whether it was really necessary to put Mirio in this position for dramatic effect. And what will Mirio do about it?

We don’t know the extent of Eri’s powers nor do we know if her qirk even fully manifested. She’s still a child, her quirk could be weak, her quirk could be something entirely different, or later in life she could even be able to grant quirks or give them back, however you want to see it. I would definitely love to see that, give Mirio his angsty arc where he overcomes his frustration and sadness and then Eri appears and helps him recover. If anyone would deserve it than Mirio.

Even more so after reading this chapter, and noticing all these panels of the flashback scenes (and GOD am I weak for childhood flasbacks aaaa MIRIO’S FATHER DJSDKJSD and the miritama childhood panel absolutely KILLED ME), it opened my eyes just how bad Mirio thinks of himself. How low of an opinion he has on himself. It was shocking because you get introduced to Tamaki and think “yeah, he feels so bad about himself, good that there is his buddy mirio to cheer him up”... JUST THAT IT’S ACTUALLY THE OTHER WAY ROUND. Tamaki might have felt inspired from Mirio to strive even harder bc of his hard-working attitude but boy does Mirio need all the cheering up from his friend.

I mean just LOOK AT THEM SOBS. This was actually my favourite part of the new chapter, that we get to see more of the Big Three’s origins and how they came to be friends. I always thought that Mirio and Tamaki were practically always a duo from point one since they started at UA and gradually Nejire appeared in their lives, but no, it’s actually Tamaki that stood out more in the beginning and so did Nejire.

It was actually so heart-warming for me to see Nejire talk to Tamaki first and be interested in his quirk. Mirio looks so adorable as he stands in the back, not rly sure what to do with himself, even if it’s also a little sad bc that was before they were the big three so he must have dealt with his own amount of self-doubts. Poor boy, but he’s not giving up!!

This is something very positive I find about bnha manga, the energy spent on showing characters back stories and interpersonal growth, even for villains and side characters. You don’t find that in every shonen manga and it’s a pleasant surprise (I’m talking abt beyond main cast-flashbacks here!).

And when Sir compliments him and tries to encourage him, he looked so happy and excited I honestly nearly cried.

So yeah, in my mind it’s still unlikely that Mirio will lose his quirk forever and never be abe to use it his whole life, but there is definitely something that happened to him that can’t return to the way it was before. The scene with Tamaki waking from his unconsciousness to worry about Mirio is kind of a proof to that. He worries about his friend, his gut feeling tells him that sth happened. And Miro himself was thinking about Tamaki and other people that are important to him.

About the last two panels, I honestly to god am very disappinted that for once, Mirio doesn’t get to end his angst chapter himself, but no Midoriya had to steal that spotlight from him. Because the oh so mighty protagonist appears, and saves his poor quirkless senpai from the hands of the villain and/or death. Like really. We really didn’t need that. What we wanted, at least after all that, was a Mirio that stood to the end, presevered, standing and not losing his hope, grasping Eri into his arms and carrying her to safetly (preferrably outside where he could be tended to too bc damn did you see those wounds...)

Alright those were my two hundred) coins, I am a salty Mirio fan who is curious about what turn his storyline will take.