#still tagging it cuz it IS a sans *base*?

[pigeonstab]

made a design :3

also this vvvv which I just found very cute

[remi-thirsts]

𝐅𝐀𝐕 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍?

pairing: gojo, geto, choso, and toji x fem!reader (separate) summary: celeb!au where the boys are interviewed and asked a pretty personal question ! (I took nanami out bc I don't think he would want to share your business with the world) content: kinda suggestive, established relationships, allusions to sexual themes, mentions of dacryphyilia in toji's, pet names, cursing, celebrity!au (model, singer, actor, etc) wc: 1.4k

♡ 𝐒. 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

"Yes, yes! Thank you for joining us today, Gojo-san. All of your fans are excited to see you play the new lead role in this upcoming movie!" For the past hour Gojo has been answering questions many of his fans have with an interviewer who has gathered some of the most asked questions.

"Next question!" The women exclaims excitedly, when she reads the card she pauses in shock, "Um.. who put this card in there...?" Now the white haired actor was curious.

"Well, what does it say? I'm sure it can't be that bad." His cocky attitude is showing, but a huge percentage of his fans like when he's like this. It makes fantasizing him all the more creative and exciting; or so you hear.

"Uh...uh. Um-" She remembers the camera is rolling, and this is live TV. "Many fans know you have a girlfriend and a lot of them want to ask,

"What is your favorite position?"

Gojo knew his PR team would probably get on his ass for answering this question instead of moving on to a different one but he doesn't care- at all.

"This is a tough one... hm. I guess if I had to choose I'd say cowgirl. I love the way she rides," he pauses for a second before continuing with excitement, "She's hella good at it too! Every time I watch her bounce on it my eyes about roll to the back of my-"

"OKAY. Thank you, Mr. Gojo!" She interrupts, quickly turning to the camera with a very forced smile.

"There you have it! We'll be back after a brief commercial break!"

♡ 𝐒. 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

Your boyfriend, Suguru, started a podcast about his music life with his band mates two years ago. Since his group already had quite a huge fan base, it was no surprise they took to their podcast with excitement.

Usually the group would talk about funny backstage stories or moments where their performances were almost ruined. Today they're doing a Q&A, the questions that are most asked will be answered first, while less popular questions will be answered later.

"Oh shit, people wanna know Suguru." He quirks an eyebrow, the raven haired male leans his mic towards his lips so the people can hear his voice.

"Know what?" A sly smirk forms on his face because he knows there could be at least a million things 'the people wanna know.'

"They wanna know what's your favorite position to have your girl in." The lead singer snickers whilst asking the question. Suguru clicks his tongue and taps on the desk a few times.

"I really like to have her legs behind her head cuz I can reach really deep that way."

"Sooo, mating press?" Their lead singer is just as nosy as their fans so of course he's gonna press on.

"Hell yeah, man." Some of them clap and others laugh at Suguru's openness.

-----

You were really busy but you decided to tune into your boyfriend's podcast after a bunch of people tagged you on twitter to go listen to today's episode.

When you hear Suguru tell all 2 million of his podcast listeners what position he likes to fuck you in, you scream into your pillow and turn into a giggling mess.

He never knows how to keep his mouth shut, and you love it.

♡ 𝐂. 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎

You're laying on your boyfriend's bed listening to him play his game. Choso's a big time streamer at this point. Four years ago when he started his fan base was quite small and he just enjoyed the few who would join his gaming streams. Now, Choso streams as work and he still loves it just as much as he had long ago.

"Thank you for the tip 'prettyem0b0y22'," Usually Choso reads aloud whatever message they leave with their tips but he hesitates this time.

"Uh- you don't really expect me to answer that, right? She's laying on the bed right now."

That statement immediately grabs your attention, you glance at his monitor screens, trying to get a peek at whatever his fan was asking of him.

It seems plenty of others want to know the answer to this question too because the chat starts speeding up, meaning that they're spamming.

"Guys come on, I'll turn chat off if you guys don't stop." Choso is as scary as a cute little kitten, so they just keep at it, and now you're curious too. What could possibly be that bad that he didn't want to answer it and to be fair he has answered some pretty crazy questions before.

"Indulge me Cho, what did 'prettyem0b0y22' wanna know?" His head swings so fast he could have gotten whiplash from it. His cheeks are burning pink and his brows furrow in confusion.

"I promise it wasn't anything crazy, don't worry about it." Oh, you're worrying about it alright. His strange behavior prompts you to spring up off the bed and walk your way over to his desk.

Instead of just taking a quick look at the chat, you make yourself comfortable in your boyfriend's lap. Obviously the chat goes absolutely crazy when they see you make this gesture. Choso is no doubt embarrassed but he slings an arm around your waist anyway.

"So what was the question he couldn't answer in front of me?" Prettyem0b0y22 wastes no time sending another hefty tip.

"I asked him what's his fav postion with you." When you read the whole thing aloud some giggles leave your lips.

"He likes when I ride him while facing him. For what reason? He's a titty man." Choso gasps as you expose both of you. The risks are high, anyone, literally anyone could see this clip and think something about you, but you don't care. It's your body and his, people don't have power over how you two interact with each other.

The chat explodes with all kinds of things, most are shocked emojis, while others are spamming the cherry emoji. Luckily, Choso's moderator team puts slow chat on and does a few other precautions to settle the situation.

"Baby- I- what if your family sees this? Or worse your boss?!" His concern is absolutely adorable.

"Well I guess I'd have to start a streaming channel of my own?" Everyone in his chat is totally on board with that idea. They've seen you play for Choso before and they think your commentary on games is quite funny.

"I don't want you to lose your job though." This time he whines in pure worry.

"I won't, baby. It'll be alright. Don't overthink it."

♡ 𝐓. 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

Toji's got what people want to see in model catalogs and magazines. The slutty waist, the well defined but not too defined muscles, his beautiful eyes and long lashes. Toji is a picture perfect model, which is what landed him his modeling gig and even a whole career a few years later.

A journalist, who's particularly interested in his dating life more than his modeling career asks him a bunch of dating related questions.

Some have speculated that Toji was dating, but he neither confirmed nor denied those allegations. You and Toji agreed to keep your relationship on the down low, because having a bunch of strangers in your personal business was not desirable.

The journalist woman words the questions in a way of inference.

"Assuming you had a girlfriend, Fushiguro-sama. What would your favorite position in bed be?" At first Toji groans but then when he registers the question he decides he'll answer it hypothetically when in reality it is something he likes to do with you.

"Hypothetically speaking, if I had a girlfriend my favorite position with her would be missionary, because I'd want to look at her pretty face when she's cryin' on my cock." The journalist writes that down, Toji knows everything he says will be censored but the people will still be able to figure it out.

"Missionary, really? Many people online have guessed you were a doggy-style kind of guy. Based off of your twitter statement that said and I quote 'Love it when her ass is phat. Love squeezing that thing.' End quote"

Toji lets out a deep laugh before answering the woman, "Doggy-style is for people I don't care about, people I don't want to look at, my girl- if I had a girl, she wouldn't be just any fuck."

More theories start to surface after Toji's slip up of words, and that's okay, because they don't know you and you don't know them.

divider: @/plutism

[totaldramafan-lauri]

I'm here! I'm here! I'm awake!

I'm....well, ready as I'll ever be! >.<

This is EASILY the more stressful semi....but, looking at it, it really shouldn't be....? I mean, the only ones of my top seven that are here are Belgium and San Marino, and I'm confident the former is safe and the latter is gone, so I don't think the result is gonna shock me. But....I-I dunno, there are other songs I'm stressing over too.

Like....Latvia, for example, who I've REALLY come to love this year, AND they haven't qualified in soooooo many years! I want them to break their streak, but based on how little people are talking about them, it's...not looking very good! And Denmark, who I have a bit of a soft spot for this year, are also in danger! Even if Belgium absolutely CRUSH it, I'm still gonna lose songs I like no matter what!

And then there's the matter of.....th-that one song I still haven't listened to all the way through (I've listened to the snippet of it on the roundup video on YouTube, so I know the kind of song it is, and that's all). I-I might mute during it. I hate doing that to a song, but I'm gonna be real.....I just feel ill at the thought of potentially liking it (music-wise) and having to admit that, so I'm not chancing it at all. Also, it's gonna get booed, and....j-justified or not, booing isn't fun to listen to. I really wish things had gone differently....They might qualify, too....ugh

Also want Georgia to be lucky for once, even if they're not one of my favorites

So...y-yeah, combine all that, and I got PLENTY to stress over XD At least Austria and Estonia will be there to keep me happy

And....San Marino...

UGH, San Marino!! If I was still liveblogging in the tag and not privately, they'd be the ones I'd be begging people to vote for! I LOOOOOOVE that flipping song WAY too much! If they pull off a great show, I'll be cheering for them SO loud! Heck, I'll already be cheering for them, cuz....I know how likely it is that this'll be my only chance.....=<

[writing-shroom]

Hi!! This is my very first time doing a request so I'm a little nervous about how this goes lol but if you can (and want of course) could you do a drabble or imagine or scenario (lmao how does this goes lol sorry) with Giyuu based on Justin Bieber's song "Deserve You" cuz I feel like the lyrics SCREAM our waterboi~ hope ur good uwu

'Everytime he felt underserving of your love'

Pairing: T.Giyuu x reader

Summary: There were times where Giyuu felt inferior to you. Like all the smiles and the little gifts you leave behind just for him, did he really deserve it all? That was what he asked himself as he stepped back after seeing you smiling with someone else. Maybe you should be with someone better, yes that's what you deserve. He decided, dropping the flowers he walked away.

Words: 2,8K words

Warnings: Angst (?), attempted angst. Mentions about wounds. Sneaky Obamitsu cause i can.

Female reader!

a/n: gUYS i found out how to actually save asks as drafts and add tags as well hAHA i am a god ah and long a/n down below.

"Good morning Giyuu-san!"

The same voice greeted him everyday. Be it morning, afternoon, or evening, you would always acknowledge him everytime. Without fail. At first it unnerved him, Giyuu wasn't used to someone paying so much attention to him, but that all changed when you waltz into his life one pillar meeting.

"Tomioka Giyuu, the water hashira right? I'm (L/N) (Y/N)! I hope we can work well together in the near future, Tomioka-san."

Is what you said to him after Oyakata-sama introduced you as the newest pillar. You seemed to greet everyone else the same way, so he never though much of it. But then you kept doing it, not caring if he actually actually answered you or not. It felt weird at first, having someone willingly talk to him on a daily basis.

Yet when he did finally got used to it, he was surprised to find himself excited whenever you would walk up to him. Waiting for you to say 'good morning' like you always did, and maybe if he had enough confidence he could ask you to tell him about your day,

Those days are what he looked forward to the most.

Everytime you started rambling on about something funny that happened on your way back from a mission, or maybe a new flower you saw on the side of the road. No matter what nonsense you were spewing out to him, Giyuu would always listen, looking at you like you stringed up the stars in the sky.

It's only when he let his mind drift that his shoulders started to drop.

He looked over your figure bursting with excitement, still chattering about the cute kitten that nuzzled up against you a few moments ago. Hands gesturing wildly in glee, and your eyes darting around the room. But they always come back to him, no matter what else catches your attention.

Was he really worth your time? Maybe not.

"Giyuu-san!"

Your familiar voice called out to him again, footsteps rushed to him after the meeting had ended. You were ready to tell him all about the mission you just finished, but as you reached out to him.

He took a step back.

Looking at you with an all to familiar dead-panned expression before walking away. Your attention would be better off given to someone better then him.

Another thing he noticed about you were your smiles, he always received them. Whenever you were too busy to chat, you would send him a smile in apology.

If asked, he couldn't pin point a single moment where you weren't smiling at him, sometimes he wondered if you were even capable of frowning. Not like he would actively test his theory, he would rather fight an upper moon before intentionally hurting you in anyway shape of form. He loved your smile, he would never want to make it disappear.

So why did it sting everytime you would smile at him?

Giyuu could feel his heart skip a beat everytime you would perk up after seeing him, but right after it would always clench. He never connected it to the feeling of longing, his own body yearning to be the one making you smile every second of the day, just so he can feel the rush of dopamine everytime you laughed.

Instead he thought it was because his own heart knew that you were too good for him, the butterflies in his stomach made him nauseous from all the guilt he was harbouring for pulling you away from the life you could have, the one without him selfishly stealing all your care and affection.

And so no matter how much it hurt him, Giyuu would looked away.

Whenever you tried smiling at him, or wave at him, or do the things you do that would make his heart flutter. He would turn away.

It hurts him greatly yes. There wasn't a skip in his heartbeat anymore, just tugs of pain. The clenching was still there, but now it felt like someone was playing his heart like a drum. On somedays it felt like his heart was about to shatter underneath all the pressure, but he didn't claw at his chest as to not alert you.

He knew how kind you were. And how attentive you were about the people you care about, and while he thinks he doesn't deserve to be on that list. If he did show any signs of pain then you would definitely rush over to him, checking if he had any wounds or maybe even the tiniest of scratches.

You were always looking out for him, rain or shine.

But he didn't want you wasting your energy on him, those bandages and salves you used on him could've been for someone else who needed then more. Or maybe they could've been used on your own wounds instead, that would've been a better use than him.

What Giyuu didn't know however, was while his back turned everytime you tried smiling at him. The smile would slowly slide off your face, and the sullen look replacing it would get deeper with every passing day.

"Another letter from (L/N) (Y/N), to,,, who?"

Giyuu quickly picked up his crow before it could fly off to someone else with his letter. Another letter from you was it? He felt giddy when he saw your name written in ink on the front , you always wrote him letters every few days or so, and he was always looking forward to receiving each and every one.

He poured himself a cup of tea and sat down at his desk, it was always a treat to read your letters, each one was a good story just waiting to be read.

Was it about a new breathing form you were trying to perfect? Maybe about a new ramen shop you liked and thought to recommend to him. And he loved the ones where you were bragging about kicking Sanemi's butt in a sparring match, they were always so funny to read.

Today's was about a koi pond you found on your way back home.

It was adorable really to see you ramble on about each fish and their different patterns. He was just finishing the part where you were thinking about bringing some cut up fruit for the little fishies, when he reached the final part of your letter.

"How are you doing recently Giyuu-san?"

You always asked about his well being at the end of every letter, wondering about his previous mission or reminding him to eat and take care of himself. And he listened every time, always remembering to get something to eat after he was done with the letter.

But it was those questions, asking about his well-being and his day, that made him consider writing you a letter back.

He's done it multiple times before. Reading about your adventures gave him the urge to write back, at least giving you something in return for taking your time to write him a letter in the first place. With each letter he wrote, they got longer and longer. It used to be simple replies, like "I'm doing well," or "The last mission was successful". But as time went on he started writing full on paragraphs back just as you have, and he found enjoyment out of it.

Especially when you wrote back right away. Expressing how glad you were that he was doing well, or warning him not to push himself if you saw that he was training too much.

So Giyuu picked up his brush and dipped it in ink, readying it in front of a piece of paper, he was just about to write back. Telling you he was doing fine and maybe ask you to bring him to the koi pond you found-

But would you want that?

The tip of the brush hovered in the air, his hand frozen in thought. What if you just asked to be nice? You probably didn't want to seem rude by not asking, and wasn't really expecting a reply. But you wrote him the letter, why would you write it if you didn't want a reply?

His two sides were colliding in his head. On one side he was over thinking everything in the letter, you were a nice person and just didn't want him to be excluded from the group. But doesn't that mean you care just as much? The other side would argue.

'If you write back then she would feel forced to write another letter back, wasting her time that she could've used to spend time with her other friends, the ones that she would enjoy talking to more than you'

Nothing came to answer that thought. Because it was true.

Wasn't it?

He sat the brush down and folded up your letter, placing it in a wooden box where he kept the other ones you had sent him. Taking a swig of tea, he sighed dejectedly watching as his crow flew off empty handed.

He didn't want to waste your time with his silly letters.

...

Back at the love pillar's estate, you were patiently waiting on the engawa. Hoping to receive a letter back from him, only to be crestfallen when you spot the crow coming back with no letter in sight.

"Sorry,,,"

Kanzaburo gloomily apologised, he too was hoping for Giyuu to write back. He might be an old crow but even he noticed the funk you two seemed to be in. You gave him a snack and scratched his chin, "It's alright, thank you for you help."

With that he flew off once again to gods knows where, you laughed emptily as you realised that Giyuu was going to have a heart attack trying to find him again.

"No reply huh?"

Misturi asked as she peeked through the open door, seeing you shake you head the love pillar sighed. Rubbing your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you, she knew about your not-so-tiny crush on Giyuu. It was easy to see really, but apparently getting you two together would be harder than she thought.

"Thanks having me over Mitsuri, I think I'm going head back for a nap, thank you again." You said, getting up to hug her before heading out back to your own estate for that nap.

It was weird to see you so blue. Not only for her, but for everyone else who knows you, that included the snake pillar who peered over from door frame.

"Still sulking over Tomioka?"

"Yeah,,,"

"They'll get it together eventually don't worry," He tried consoling Mitsuri, who was just as dejected as you were. "Come on your tea's going cold."

Breathing out in defeat she knew he was right, the only thing that they can do is let you two figure it out on your own. That doesn't mean she wasn't pouty about it though, walking back into the estate with slumped shoulders as Obanai closed the door behind them.

Giyuu stopped a few meters away from your estate.

What was he doing here? He didn't know. His feet had walked him here on instinct, was it because he had missed your presence? Probably.

No matter much he believes you shouldn't waste your time and attention on him, he can't help but miss you. He really does. Your greetings every pillar meeting, the sweetest of smiles you would send his way, just everything about you he missed.

But maybe he shouldn't. Did you even want to see him?

He sighed and rubbed his face, gods what was wrong with him. Maybe he should head back to his estate and sulk, groaning he turned on his heel and was all too ready and go through with the plan, but then he passed by a flower shop. Filled with all the flowers of spring, lilacs, camellias and lilies, andromedas and lavenders.

And most importantly, buttercups.

"Buttercups are my favourite, they may be small but they're bright. I like to think of them like smiles. Even though a smile is fleeting, they can make someones day just a little bit brighter."

He remembers that day clearly.

Some of the pillars were just hanging around and he just so happened to be dragged in, by you of course, and someone asked you if you had a favourite flower. It was a joke at first, you were the spring hashira how could you pick just one?

When you said your favourite were buttercups, Giyuu couldn't help but keep that locked away in his memories, just incase he needed it for a special occasion. Today wasn't anything special really, just a regular day, but now there was no stopping him from giving you the small bouquet of buttercups he now held in his hand.

The shop keeper even slipped in some snowbells after he involuntarily nodded when they asked if the flowers were for someone special in his life.

Well he wasn't lying really.

Now standing in the halls of your estate he was just realising what he was about to do, he had completely blacked out the moment he saw your favourite flowers and now he was stuck here. He can't back out now can he? One of the kakushi working for you had let him in, would it look weird if he just walked out again?

Maybe he could just leave the flowers outside your room and call it a day. Yes that'll work.

But.

A tiny part of him wanted to give you the flowers personally, he hadn't seen you smile at him in so long and now without his little energy boosts, Giyuu was feeling a little down. So then he turned around again to try and find you.

Suddenly switching directions again he thought it over. But what if you didn't want to see him? He wouldn't blame you really, why would you want to see him?

Giyuu sighed and headed in the direction he knew your room to be, but then something pulled him to turn around. Goddamit what is it now? He really wanted to ask himself.

'Think about it Giyuu, if you give her the flowers personally you can not only see her smile again. But you could also talk to her, you missed hearing her voice didn't you?'

Listening to what the small voice in the back of his head said, he was wasn't really convinced. It wasn't until they pipped up once more.

'If she did dislike you so much then why on earth is she still talking to you? You've known her for at least a year or two now, don't you think she would've left you behind by now? And you wouldn't want her to think you hate her or something'

They really had a point. He's been ignoring you more in the past weeks, and maybe months by now, then he has in the few years he's known you. Sighing, he shook his head to un-scramble his thoughts and walked down the halls searching for you.

His doubtful side was getting louder and louder with every corner he turned, but Giyuu did his best to shut them down, or at least hold them back until he could fine you.

"She doesn't want to see you," How would he know that?

"Your just wasting her time," But you've been talking to him on your own will for years now, why would he be wasting your time now?

"Your holding her back," Maybe, but giving you some simple flowers wouldn't hold you back in anyway, right? Right?

"You aren't good enough,"

Giyuu stopped in his tracks. He couldn't find anyway to disagree with that thought, because it was true. Just like all the other ones he tried shutting down, he knew they were true so why was he fighting them?

A laugh broke him out of his thoughts, your laugh.

Carefully peeking around the corner, he looked around the courtyard. Hoping to see spot you in the open patch of grass. And he did but. You were with someone else.

He stepped back.

You were laughing at something they had said, most likely a joke. He always loved the sound of your laughter but he never could make you laugh, and yet why did it hurt so much now? It never hurt this much when you smiled at him, it never felt like this when he turned away whenever you tried giving him attention. His hand clutched his chest, right where his heart felt like it was ripped apart.

"She deserves someone better,"

Yeah.

Yeah, you do.

Biting his lip, Giyuu took another step back. Then another, and another after that. Until he fully turned around and let his grip loosen on the bundle of buttercups and snowbells, hearing the sound of leaves hitting the floors he bowed his head and walked away.

He didn't deserve you.

a/n: soo what do you think anon~ :D Look i saw my opportunity to write my first angsty fic and i took it. I never actually listened to this song until you requested it, and goddamn does it fit Giyuu. I uhh got carried away and had too many ideas so i made multiple drabbles, hope you don't mind that. and hii!!! it's okay you don't need to be so nervous, your idea was so fun to do when i got into the rhythm.

also sIKE, you think i would could resist writing a fluff version? Well you thought wrong!

'And everytime you proved him wrong'

Tadaaa, i'll probably get it done by tomorrow or the day after, i didn't want to postpone the request any longer so unfortunately you'll have to wait ._. Hope you enjoyed this though, thank you again anon for requesting! I hope to see you all in the next fic!

☼ Masterlist ☼

[fiaura-art]

Based on your previous post, you said in the tags that you can fight both of the brothers. I was wondering how do you get to that point?

It’s kinda complicated, but what I thought of it is that, the Genocide Run will have kind of a split path sort of thing??? I’m really bad at explaining so ima try my best

BASICALLY normally, Sans will be the one killed in the end of Snowdin, but not in the normal “Are you offering a hug of acceptance???” way.

Hell, Sans, affected by the past, is still the one who believes the human can’t be a better person even if they try, Papyrus is still the one to believe the human

In a normal Pacifist/Neutral run, Sans shows up at the end like normal, but in a genocide run, Papyrus will show up instead (despite Sans’ warnings)

And Papyrus does his try to help the human be better thing, and if you haven’t been feeling too guilty to stop the run at that point and swing the weapon at him, oops! Sans comes at the nick of time and takes the hit, so yeah, he still dies at the end of Snowdin and Papyrus fights you in the judgement hall

However, theres the alternate genocide run, where Papyrus ends up dying instead (idk if its really distrust sans if its canon to swapaura)

This alternative route is basically locked to always happen in the genocide route after your first genocide route, where Sans tries to come to block the hit, HOWEVER, you managed to stop him by swinging that weapon of urs on his arm, he then just lies down in pain as he watches u finish his lil bro

I’m planning for this alternative route to be a little more different than just fighting Sans at end

A bonus is that, if you kill Sans at the end of Snowdin in a neutral route, he’ll straight up say shit the equivalent to “Fuck you” instead of being the forgiving lil guy Papyrus is

And when you fight him in the end, he’ll reveal his true colors under that enthusiastic and happy face, he’s actually a distrustful person who always thinks the worst of people and is really stubborn and stuff like that (he’s still a Sans bois, he takes papyrus’ role, but he has his problems just like a Sans)

He’s just a ticking time bomb filled with toxic positivity :,)

YEAH theres ya answer anon, tho this might subject to change cuz i literally just thought of it like today

[kumoriyami-xiuzhen]

Hakuouki Yuugiroku 3 Short Episode “Very Similar”

This translation is from the 3rd Yuugiroku game “Hakuoki Yuugiroku - Taishitachi no Daienkai,” and I will not be referring to it as such since it’s too much of a hassle to copy/paste/look up the title every time plus I reserve the right to be lazy since I don’t see anyone else translating anything from this game! xD lol... as such, this why I will only be tagging this under ‘Yuugiroku 3.’

ANYWAY.

when i was taking a break from filling up my queue with ssl stuff, i ended up translating this for some reason. lol. should probably have done something from kyoka-roku since there’s still that rain scenario stuff and the other char povs to do, but since i have translations for about 95% of this game (not counting yuugiroku 1 [have a patched psp iso file but I don’t care to learn how to extract text from it as i’m lazy] and 2 [have various tl for this... very unorganized plus some of it is incomplete] which are bundled onto this vita game), i figured that it didn’t matter if i got a tiny head-start. The only thing I can’t translate/have no translations for from this game is the section that has no text where the guys comment on various drinks or something (can’t remember what they are aside from sake cuz i distinctly remember Saito saying something about sake and tofu lol), and the misc dialogue that occurs when you select something in the menu or during the mini-games.

In regards to this content, I think this was in what was referred to as the “Appreciation section” [not sure+too lazy to check jp mtl], though the translation of the text on the right on the first image below the cut is ‘episode’ in Chinese so I will be labelling this as such... There are a total of 9 in these in the game.

all images used in this post are my screenshots aside from the game box art (this is the limited ed bonus version). do not repost elsewhere.

enjoy~

Hakuouki Yuugiroku Taishitachi no Daienkai - Episode “Very Similar” 

Translation by KumoriYami

Characters [text on bottom left]: Hijikata, Okita, Sakamoto 

Hijikata: Ah, I'm back.

Sakamoto: Yo Hijikata, I've come to visit.

Hijikata: ...! You are Sakamoto! What are you doing here!

Souji: We were just talking about HIjikata-san.

Hijikata: Me?

Sakamoto: Yeah! You and I were born in the 6th year of Tenpō [天保], really what a coincidence!

Hijikata: What nonsense, weren't there a lot of people born in that year?

Souji: That's not all, Sakamoto-san is also the youngest son of a rich family.

It's no wonder why [these] two [have] faces that looked completely spoiled by everyone and the world around them.

Hijikatta: Are you qualified to tell me that?

I suffered a lot during those days/years [the actual word used is "years" but the phrase used can mean either "in those days", "during that time", and "in those years"].

Sakamoto: That's right, have you tried being a merchant?

If you're capable of doing that, you should go and open and up your own store. [theres no damn pronoun subject in this sentence but based on jp mtl  and context, im assuming he's telling souji off]

Souji: Hijikatasan, you opened a store/ran a store? With his temper? That's not the way to joke [That's not something to joke about/That's a bad joke?].

Hijikata: Shut up! I also didn't think that suitable for me to do.

Sakamoto: After your parents also died early. [Weren't you] raised by your eldest sister who is [now the] closest to you too? Actually, that's another a coincidence!

Souji: Eh, it is like that. I was also left with my elder sister after my parents died early.

Sakamoto: Oh, then you were also brought up by your elder sister!

Souji: I don't remember so who knows.

Sakamoto: You don't remember....... you can't remember your own sister?

Souji: Mah, it's more complicated for me.

Sakamoto: (whispered) Although I don't understand that, it's better to not ask questions.

Hijikatta:  (whispers) Yeah, the exterior of this guy is [already] super troublesome.

Souji: By the way, doesn't Sakamoto-san have a friend who is sick and bedridden?

Sakamotto: Ah you're talking about Takasugi?

That guy is bedridden [literally: 'to fall gravely ill, never to recover' (idiom)] because of tuberculosis.

Hijikata: Tuberculosis.......  it's said to be an incurable disease, [we?] should go and meet him while he's still alive.

Souji: Hm....... There are similarities even in this aspect?

Hijikata: What did you say?

Souji: Nothing, just thinking aloud.

(”art” cg)

Hijikata: That reminds me, this morning you drew on my face while I was asleep!

Souji: I obviously used prepared ink, [so] I don't know how you managed to remove it.

Hijikata: I was desperately worked to get it off! It would have been a disaster if I didn't leave without checking a mirror!

Souji: It would be better to have all the mirrors inside headquarters hidden away next time I draw.

Hijikata: Souji, you.......!

Sakamoto: I don't know if the relationship between you is good or bad.

I've heard that the Shinsengumi rules and ranks are well respected [maintained/adhered to.. i guess?].

But this doesn't look it's harsh to a deranged degree.

Souji: that's right, even though Hijikata-san looks like this, he's a very tolerant person.

(cg 2)

Hijikata: Hmph, it's annoying how you say whatever comes to mind [say whatever you please].

Souji: I'm serious, I truly respect Hijikata-san.

Hijkata: Shut up. If you're going to be making stupid comments, hurry up and leave with Sakamoto. I have documents I need to write!

Sakamoto: What? It wasn't easy for me to come/I finally managed to come [yet] you're so cold and detached.

Souji: Hijikata-san is such a person, but as he says, we should go. Ah by the way Sakamoto-san, are you able to write haiku?

Sakamoto: Oh? I'm only able to write basic phrases at the level of an ordinary person [I can only write basic phrases].

Souji: I have a lovely book of haiku, would you like to take a look?

(oni cg with horns + sound of thunder)

Hijikata: You stole my haiku collection again! I will absolutely not be letting you off today!

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did this in june lol. 

i do like these short stories... not that yuugiroku 3 has any real plot to speak of, though i have no idea when I’ll translate another of these or anything from this game again for that matter since i still got ssl and ginsei no shou to work on.

[fizzingwizard]

I fell asleep so here’s day 5 a bit late to party... Day 6 will surely be late too xP Again, thanks for the comments last time, I enjoyed them, even the ones hidden in tags haha.

Koushirou and Taichi have a talk post-Bokura no Mirai. Watch out, cuz both boys have mouths on them. Taishiro if you squint.

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Tri week day 5 - Survival - They Make Miracles

Taichi texted him wanting to hang out over after school, and as Koushirou had spent the day at the office, that meant Taichi came there. He spread out on the couch, flipping through the pages of some comic book. Koushirou sat at his desk. They had a bottle of cold oolong each and a bowl of shrimp crackers. Out the window, the din of rush hour traffic filtered in from the Tokyo streets below.

Some might look at them and think they were ignoring each other, each occupied in separate activities, only looking up to acknowledge there was someone else in the room when their hands bumped reaching into the cracker bowl. But their friendship worked like this. In fact, if the long stretches of silence bothered Taichi at all, he would have ditched Koushirou way back in elementary school.

That was something about Taichi not everyone understood: he could get as wrapped up in his own head as Koushirou did. Sometimes it seemed like Taichi sought him out because he wouldn't have to feel pressured to make small talk. He wanted to think, and he wanted someone else to be there while he was thinking, but not Sora, who would want give him advice, and not Yamato, who would stay quiet but coiled with tension until Taichi finally said something to bring them back to known waters. Koushirou, at least, understood the need for privacy for his thoughts, even if he didn't quite get why Taichi still wanted another body there anyway.

So it came as a surprise when Taichi shattered the silence, a page of the comic book suspended in the air as he paused mid-turn. "I'm never going to know if it was a mistake or not, am I," he said.

Koushirou looked up. Taichi's gaze was fixed on a random spot on the coffee table. But then he straightened, throwing his arms over the back of the couch in a deceptively casual move. His face, though, he kept turned away.

On days like this, Koushirou tended to be so involved in his work that, even if Taichi did have something to say, all he'd get in reply was a vague "Hmm." Later he might not even remember that they'd talked. It was a habit that drove Mimi up the wall, but once again, Taichi never seemed to mind that much. Of course, most of the time the conversation was along the lines of "Look at the cool play this soccer star made," or "Can you believe Satou-sensei expects us to finish the group project by tomorrow?" and "Hmm" was, more or less, all the response needed. Plus Koushirou was pretty sure Taichi sometimes took advantage of it to insist he had agreed to things he couldn't recall ever discussing.

Too bad he couldn't pretend this was about a mistake on some test.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard while he weighed his options. "... The world isn't divided into good and bad, Taichi-san," he said at last, though once the words were out, they felt pale and trite horribly inadequate. "For what it's worth, I think you made the right choice. Really the only choice."

He didn't add the rest: that he viewed killing Meicoomon as akin to chopping off a gangrenous limb. A terrible choice to make, but without it, the necrotic tissue would continue to spread and infect until there was nothing left. The metaphor worked, but he felt pretty sure the depersonalization wouldn't sit well with Taichi.

Taichi made a noncommittal noise. Something knotted in Koushirou's stomach. Probably, more than any of the others, Koushirou was the least upset with how things had ended with Meicoomon. In his wildest dreams he'd never imagined separating a Chosen from their partner, let alone - let alone killing one. When he'd realized Meiko might know the password to unlock the Digimons' sealed memories, hope had struck him like a bolt of lightning: all those dark predictions he couldn't see his way out of were about to be swept away by a miracle. Just like when they were kids.

That was the fatal error. There hadn't been any miracles when they were kids.

It had only felt that way because they didn't know how else to explain the unexplainable.

He and Taichi had talked many times over the years, about the fact that they were killers. The others didn't get a lot out of putting it into words like that, but it was true. They'd been killing since they were ten years old, killing to protect, killing to survive. It was just that, this time, they'd killed someone that loved.

"I just," Taichi swallowed thickly. "At the time, we... there wasn't any more time, but... now I just wonder... no one else wanted to do it, they all followed my lead and maybe... Sorry, I'm not making any sense..."

"We followed your lead like we always do, Taichi-san, because you lead us well." In a sudden fit of nerves, Koushirou pushed off the polished surface of his desk and stood. Once standing, though, he felt infinitely more awkward and wished he hadn't.

He was trying to think of an unobtrusive way to disappear behind his workspace again when Taichi at long last gave up staring at the wall. He looked over at Koushirou with liquid brown eyes. It was only the briefest of glances before he hunched over on the edge of the couch, fingers digging into his scalp.

His next words were muffled and wet-sounding.

"Nishijima-sensei died. I was - I was so messed up. I shouldn't have made that decision. I shouldn't have made any decisions. I was - what's the word they use -"

"Compromised?" Koushirou offered.

"Yeah, that."

Fuck.

Why did Taichi have to come to him for comfort? Yamato or Sora would be so much better at this.

If they were better, he would have gone to them, Tentomon's matter-of-fact voice in his head pointed out. Tentomon was in the digital world at present, but Koushirou didn't need him there to know what he'd think about this.

Then another voice, one that didn't sound like Tentomon at all, added: Maybe comfort isn't all he wants.

"You witnessed something... unspeakable," Koushirou said gently. His feet seemed to move as if on automatic, making a winding path around the desk to stand at the coffee table's edge, an arm's length away from where Taichi had begun to collapse in on himself. "It had to affect your judgment."

A beat. Taichi gave a tremulous nod.

"It doesn't follow that your judgment must have been mistaken, Taichi-san."

The hands smoothed down his face. "But I'm never going to know," he said in a dull voice.

Folding his arms, Koushirou sat down on the opposite seat. "Let's not deal in vagaries. Here's what I know," he said, careful to keep his tone level, bussinesslike. "I know the world was going to change, at that moment, one way or another. I know a lot was at stake." Lives, the entire world - Mochizuki and Meicoomon. Taichi was certainly thinking it on his own. Koushirou forced himself to hold his gaze as he went on. "I know Meicoomon's data had been corrupted beyond recognition. I know Yggdrasil and Homeostasis both intended to move regardless of how we felt about it. I don't know how much was ever really salvageable. But I know you salvaged control. We're not their unwitting pawns, and that's thanks to you."

A slow smile crept over Taichi's face, brittle at the edges. "Isn't that thanks to you? Every time we need a miracle, Koushirou, you -"

"There are no miracles," Koushirou interrupted, with a stubborn set of his jaw, "that don't sacrifice on the altar of mysticism the ones who broke their backs to make them happen."

Stunned silence. Taichi gave a startled laugh. "Wow... I'm not sure I understood all the words there."

"Maybe there was a way to save Meicoomon." The words spilled out like a runaway train, and he had no idea if he was helping or hurting, but he couldn't stop now. "And maybe there was a way to save the digital world that didn't involve abducting eight children from their homes and making them fight for their lives, resetting their innocence, teaching them how the world assigns value, whether something is cheap or precious, based on circumstance, on convenience. We all handled it the best way we knew how, and sometimes - sometimes that way wasn't very good. The whole time, there was one thing that got us through it, day after day. Taichi-san, do you know what it is?"

Taichi looked as if he were hanging onto what Koushirou was saying like it were a lifeline. He nodded. "It was hope."

"No, Taichi-san," Koushirou said viciously. "It was you."

Taichi's throat worked, and his long, dark lashes stuttered. He seemed to try to answer, but lost the words he'd been looking for. "Fuck," he choked out after a while, head tilted back to stare at the ceiling.

Koushirou gave him time to get a hold of himself. He'd seen Taichi cry before. Always out of guilt. Well, not this time - not if he could help it.

The ping of an incoming message lit up his computer, followed by an insistent buzz from his phone a moment later. He didn't get up.

"I-I wish-" Koushirou listened in silence as Taichi tripped and stumbled over his unruly emotions. He suspected it had been a while since Taichi had done any sort of maintenance on them. Not since Meicoomon, probably.

"I wish we could have saved Meicoomon, Koushirou." He'd never sounded so much like a child, not even when he was one.

"We all do."

"But I don't know if it's because I regret what I did, or because I don't like the way Yamato and Sora treat me now, like I'm about to break down any second, or because Hikari will never look up to me the same way again-"

"None of the above. It's because you're a good person, Taichi-san."

The look on Taichi's face was somewhere between bleak and utterly desperate. "How can you be so sure about that?"

"I know many things," Koushirou said. "I think you'll agree with me there. I could be wrong about any of them, but not that one thing." He didn't smile, he didn't let his gaze waver. "Never that."

I don't wany any leader that isn't you.

"Fuck you," said Taichi, voice breaking, but there was unexpected laughter at the end of it. "Geez, Koushirou. What am I supposed to with that?" He shook his head, looking exhausted. "I couldn't talk about it before. I couldn't - make things all about me, when Mochizuki's the one who-" He stopped, fists curling and uncurling on his knees. "Yamato will beat me up if that's what I want from him. Sora will tell me everything's fine even if it's not what she really thinks. Hikari won't talk about it all. I figured you at least didn't hate me for what happened. Out of all of us, you would have thought everything through for yourself. At least your opinion would be your own."

"It is," Koushirou promised.

Taichi nodded. The color had begun to return to his face. Slowly, as if carding through his thoughts, he said: "I'll never know if it was a mistake. But it's done."

"It's done."

"That's not much of a balm for the soul," Taichi sighed.

Koushirou looked down. "I guess not," he said. "It's real, though."

Another silence followed. Like the calm after a storm, Koushirou thought. He did feel as though they'd just weathered some catastrophe, or perhaps escaped it by a hair.

"She says she doesn't hate me," Taichi said after a few minutes passed in therapeutic quiet. "Mochizuki."

"Ah."

"But she's... y'know. Kind. She's the type to blame herself for things that aren't her fault."

Koushirou shrugged. "Seems like you two are a matched set, then."

Taichi gave him a sharp look, but didn't say anything. He took a deep breath, whole body swelling like a cresting wave. Then he reached for a shrimp cracker.

"Damn... heavy talk makes me hungry."

Koushirou couldn't help it. He laughed. And reached for his bottle of oolong. He was parched.

"Koushirou..." Ah, he knew what was coming now. "Thanks. When I came over, I didn't mean for..."

"I don't want thanks. Or apologies." I just want you. But, no, that... he wasn't at a point where he could say that just yet. "I just want you at your best. I still think we can change the world, Taichi-san."

A hesitant grin. "That's a promise," Taichi said, only it sounded more like "fash a fwomish" with his mouth full of cracker.

Demons couldn't be defeated in a single afternoon, over oolong tea and shrimp crackers, despite best intentions. Koushirou knew that. He'd dealt with his fair share of demons and they were intractable little brutes. But Taichi could out-stubborn anything. He wouldn't have been able to lead them this far if that weren't true.

As for Mochizuki Meiko - even if Taichi couldn't quite admit it yet, Koushirou thought he understood why she was being "kind." Because though what they'd taken had been enormous, they'd done their utmost to give back what they could. It might be small, but seeds always are. Mochizuki had a future stretched out before her too, free from the designs of any government organization or mysterious otherworldly power. Teeming with possibilities, neither good nor bad. Simply there.

Taichi was going to change the world. Koushirou meant to do the same. People would say they made miracles, but the two of them would call it something else.

They would call it living.

---

as usual i am an overdramatic bitch

side note: I was gonna have Koushirou call out Taichi for saying Yamato would beat him up, but just didn’t find a spot for it. So for clarity’s sake, this is Taichi being hard on himself, not indicative of what Yamato would actually do. We all saw him cry after losing his bestie *wibble*

I don’t know how they can both reach the shrimp cracker bowl if Koushirou’s at the desk and Taichi’s on the couch, by the way. I guess it’s hovering in the air between them, or they both have Elastigirl arms :P

[bittybattybunny]

Is the plot of your undertale au the same as the game?

Kinda but not really?? I kinda took settings and roles and threw it in a blender

Like eclipse is undyne but she also performs sans role and toriel somewhat

Ru ends up tagging along after he gets exposed to Eclipse (turned out her brother gave him the robo body)

tbh I’ve been messing with it cuz my thing is when I do cross over aus they can start off borrowing the plot but I like playing around and changing it

so like HK isn’t human; she’s still an alien

the plot of the au is she’s trying to get parts to fix her ship to head home. Vanessa wants to take the time pieces HK has as a way to reverse the trapping of monsters and take revenge for their suffering.

I still need to design her, she’s a ice monster (and I think i may make her an ice goat?? idk i had an idea once and lost it)

Mu is Flowey/Chara cuz wanting revenge on the humans (mafia) who hurt her when ‘alive’

I’ve been toying with the idea Ru and his brothers (who make the ghsot trio) are all originally humans who fell and when they died they became ghosts, which is why they persist (cuz souls) (morgan is mad dummy, Marcus is blooky)

Sena plays as both Gaster and Alphys and Craft is the amalgamation

it’s not really a concrete thing

mostly I just like goofing off with it :’3c

there’s base ideas I just haven’t really dedicated my brain to tying it

[tiesandtea]

THE LONDON SUEDE - interview with Simon Gilbert (1997)

Interview Featuring Drummer Simon Gilbert, Who Is Actually a Nice Guy Unspoiled by Success

By Daiv Whaley, MOO Mag. Archived here.

One of MOO's many mottos: "When you can't interview the main member of the band, grab the drummer. He's always starved for attention." Daiv Whaley talks with The London Suede’s beatmaster Simon Gilbert.

MOO: Alright, so Suede has returned to the airwaves after a two-year absence with Coming Up. What's different about this one? Simon: Well, it's a lot more direct and easier to listen to than, certainly, Dog Man Star; a lot more rhythm-based ... MOO: Which is great for a drummer! Simon: Oh yeah, it's great for me -- we spent about six weeks just doing the drum tracks; we took a lot more time than we normally do. Plus, it's got a lot of keyboards on it cuz we've got a new keyboard player, Neil, who's my cousin. MOO: Um ... was that a riddle? Or an interview question? I don't know who your cousin is -- I'm supposed to be asking the questions! Simon: No, Neil is my cousin.

Hugely entertaining, 20/10. Full interview under the cut.

When British upstarts-with-attitude Suede first burst onto the fertile London music scene in the early 90s, they were note only performing and recording a statement against the tranced and lethargic shoegazer scene (remember My Bloody Valentine, all you mod listeners?), but also fueling frontman Brett Anderson's love-affair with all things glam-rockish; i.e. Bowie, T-Rex, leather posturings, androgyny, ass-shaking audience flirtation, and potent pop rock. Melody Maker, the "Big Ben" of English music culture, even named them "best new band" of 1992. Then, they changed their name to the London Suede due to technicalities, got all arty on Dog Man Star, and performed a submarine dive from public view as Oasis and Brit-pop rose to the surface of the toilet ... er ... the pond of the microcosm which is the British rock scene, though several critics credit Suede as being the forerunners of Brit-pop, anyway. Now it's 1997, and the London Suede have risen again to deliver their third full release, Coming Up. Whether the "coming up" refers to Suede's bank account figures or a vomitous reaction from their fans at their new sound is a subject MOO's Daiv Whaley tries to discover, oh-so-politely, as he chats with drummer Simon Gilbert, all the way from the gray shores of England.

MOO: Alright, so Suede has returned to the airwaves after a two-year absence with Coming Up. What's different about this one?

Simon: Well, it's a lot more direct and easier to listen to than, certainly, Dog Man Star; a lot more rhythm-based ...

MOO: Which is great for a drummer!

Simon: Oh yeah, it's great for me -- we spent about six weeks just doing the drum tracks; we took a lot more time than we normally do. Plus, it's got a lot of keyboards on it cuz we've got a new keyboard player, Neil, who's my cousin.

MOO: Um ... was that a riddle? Or an interview question? I don't know who your cousin is -- I'm supposed to be asking the questions!

Simon: No, Neil is my cousin.

MOO: Oh, sorry.

Simon: So, we have some very good pop songs on it -- there's going to be five singles, and we could have done seven or eight, to be honest. It's just a much more accessible album, and it's opening people's ears who haven't been listening to Suede before, particularly in Europe and Britain. We're selling a lot more records than we ever have before.

MOO: That's riffing.

Simon: Yes, it is riffing.

MOO: So then, is Suede a pop band or a rock band?

Simon: We're a prock band!

MOO: My fave songs on your discs are always the audio-experimenia ones, like "Dandy's Speeding," "Introducing the Band" or "Moving" ...

Simon: That's one of the first tunes we ever recorded! We don't play it live anymore -- the drum bit's too fast for me nowadays.

MOO: Well, those types of songs really seem to distance you from the more plebeian, predictable, 90s-modrock types of bands. Are those kinds of songs written with that type of production in mind?

Simon: Well, "Introducing the Band" certainly was -- it was one of the last tracks we recorded for Dog Man Star, and after we heard it, we just thought, "What was that?" But it was intentional to make it a bit weird.

MOO: Did Brian Eno approach the band about doing an incredibly long version of the tune ...

Simon: That incredibly long, incredibly boring version? No, we approached him for some bizarre reason, I don't know why. I'm not criticizing the bloke -- he does amazing work, but at the end of the day, all we were left with was the reverb; he took everything else out but the echo ... I was expecting a little bit more of the original version -- I bet there's not one person in the fucking country who's played the whole thing all the way through. I know I haven't!

MOO: Yuk yuk. Your former guitarist and co-songwriter Bernard Butler ...

Simon: Bernard Buttocks!

MOO: ... exited Suede after recording Dog Man Star and has been replaced by the very young Richard Oakes. What, is he 19 now?

Simon: No, he's actually 20 now and getting up in the double digits!

MOO: This is the first disc he's done with Suede. Was he up to the task?

Simon: More so than we'd ever expected, to be honest. We did a few demos before the album and after three or four, it was just no problem with him at all. Easy peasey! For someone so young and so inexperienced, I don't know how he did it, but he did.

MOO: Did you just say "easy peasey"? Never mind, what about this new keyboardist? Some cynics say that when a guitar band takes on a keyboardist, the band's death knell has begun, and now your own cousin, Neil Codling, is an official Suedester. "Codling," what a great last name.

Simon: Yeah, Codling, like in "molly codling." Have you heard that expression?

MOO: Yes, I studied English literature, with a minor in advanced cybernetic design.

Simon: Hmmnn. But about those cynics, they're wrong, at least in Suede's case -- Neil has done nothing but improve upon what we can do and the limits we can reach on our albums. Also, live, our sound is so much fuller. And we can still fuckin' rock out as well. Now, if we got a brass section, that might kill a band.

MOO: I've heard that Bowie is a fan? Has the band had any dealings with him as of yet?

Simon: Yes, he is. Um, we played with him last summer, in Spain, in the Pyrenees Mountains. He requested we play and we opened for him and he watched the whole gig from the sidestage, which was a bit nerve-racking. But yes, he's a big fan and he's fifty years old now.

MOO: Rockstar, painter, actor and Suede fan ... What more can you ask?

Simon: Not very much!

MOO: Speaking of playing live, you guys toured America for Dog Man Star -- how would you say a US audience compares to a British crowd?

Simon: Well, it really depends. I couldn't really generalize that much, because in L.A. or someplace like San Francisco, they're probably wilder than a British audience, but then you look at some place in Texas ... they sort of spit on us, they don't really like us there. It's a bit different in America, but there are some parts of it where it feels like you could be in London.

MOO: So, I take it while you're almost worshipped in Britain, America really hasn't caught on yet?

Simon: Hasn't caught on yet ... we're not saying we're giving up on it at all, but we're just playing it by ear. I believe that's the expression for it. We're gonna come over and do 10 dates and see how the album is received, but there's no real point in banging your head against a brick wall. If America on the whole doesn't get it, then fair enough, but I really hope they do, cuz it's a great album, a lot more America-friendly as well.

MOO: I've read Brett describe the band as being "political." I know Suede had been involved in the animal rights movement, and gay rights, and freedom issues. Do you find American music to be more or less politically-motivated on the whole than British stuff?

Simon: Well, I'd say that quote was probably taken out of context ... We're a political band in a human sense, not in a government politics kind of way. Yeah, we'll stand up in the House of Parliament and say, "This is wrong and blah blah blah," and we'll protest like that, but in the songs, there's no political manifesto of any kind -- it's purely human "politics" in our music. As for American bands, I really can't say ... I'm very stuck in the 60s and 70s in terms of music, and I don't really ask myself if this or that band is American or British, but rather, are they good or bad bands?

MOO: There's been a bit of a buzz in the US over the Brit-pop scene -- particularly Oasis and Blur. Where does Suede seem to fit into that whole genre, anyway?

Simon: Blur? They're shitty. Oasis is actually pretty good. Suede doesn't really fit into that scene at all; it was lucky we were away when it sort of kicked-off, and luckily we weren't lumped into that whole thing, cuz now the scene is dead, there's no such thing as Brit-pop anymore in England, and when a scene dies off, all the bands die off with it. So America, don't bother with it. It's really just the media sticking another tag on some scene -- it's useless crap, really.

MOO: Okay, how about the whole androgyny/bisexuality slant of a lot of Suede's songs -- if it's not just image-mongering to get attention ...

Simon: No, it's not.

MOO: So, why is Suede so revelatory about their sexual preferences?

Simon: Because the people we hang around with ... we hang around with each other, we're all friends, and the other people who come from lots of different areas of society, and at the end of the day everyone's aware of sexuality and the different types of sexuality, and consequently Brett writes about the people we hang around with and the way we live. It's just about being open and honest, really.

MOO: Right -- skinstorms together and all that.

Simon: Exactly; singing about things that other people don't sing about -- we don't sing about birds and flowers and the sky and things like that.

MOO: Speaking about singing -- there's lots of stories and rumors about your Brett Anderson. He seems like a real character.

Simon: All the stories are probably true!

MOO: Considering he'll probably never see this interview, what do you have to say about Mr. Anderson?

Simon: About Mr. Anderson? He's become one of my best friends; he's perceived as being aloof and stuff like that, but at the end of the day, he's one of the most genuine people I know. He's a lovely bloke, that's my honest opinion, and make sure he doesn't see that or I'll become really embarrassed.

MOO: Last question. Before '92, critics and clubs seemed to hate you. Then, you end up on the cover of Melody Maker, your disc goes to number one and beats out Depeche Mode, and you're big-time rock stars. What happened?

Simon: Well, that Melody Maker cover did help, let's be honest.

MOO: The power of the press!

Simon: Yeah. But even before that ... I don't know what happened. We played at this place called the Falcon in Camden, which is a famous sort of indie hangout. We played there one weekend to, like, eight people. Then the next weekend we played there again and the place was packed. All these stars came down there, people like Morrissey, and things just started to happen. I really don't know what happened -- I think people really got bored with the scene at the time, there was a lot of techno and shoegazey stuff going on and the indie scene was boring. We kind of laid that stuff to rest when we got going. There were people who I think were bored with not seeing real entertainers up on stage, and we were a band that was entertaining, which might have been why people didn't like us at the time -- they were so used to seeing the shoegazing stuff going on.

MOO: Yeah, let's look at our sneakers for an hour and play guitars!

Simon: Right, how entertaining is that? Might as well just sit at home and listen to their records.

MOO: And the rest is history, as they say.

Simon: Yeah, something like that.

[anathtsurugi]

The Colder the Winter, the Warmer the Spring - A Kalluzeb Fic (Chapter 19)

Y’know, in case anyone hasn’t seen this already. Though be forewarned, this chapter has killed several intrepid readers already.

Words: 231,190

Chapters: 19/25

Rating: E (mind the tag updates)

Relationship(s): Garazeb Orrelios/Alexsandr Kallus (Hera Syndulla/Kanan Jarrus, Rex/Ahsoka Tano)

Summary:

With that, the image widened and Zeb could see that Kallus was holding something in his arms, and as the Lasat inspected the image, he gradually began to realize that it was a baby – a Lasat kit.

"Zeb...help me."

"Oh, karabast."

Excerpt:

"Well, I'll be able to get outta here just as soon as you boys drop that gravity well," Kuross commented as he moved back toward the small family. "We should do this again sometime. I've been paid in full. Just gotta collect my bonus."

"If you don't plan to assist in this, then good riddance," Pryce snarled faintly at the man over her shoulder. "Take what's yours and go."

"Can do," Kuross said, almost more to himself, even though he was looking directly at Kallus, his deactivated vibro-shiv bared. "Really has been fun. More fun than I've had in a long time. Get a last good look at your lover boy?" the bounty hunter asked as he seized Kallus by the collar, yanking him in close. Kallus was too preoccupied with the way Zeb flinched between the two of them to worry much on Kuross himself. So he settled for glaring at the other man.

"Well, sure hope ya did. Cuz he's mine now, Kallus," the bounty hunter said, biting out his name in a mocking tone. As he spoke, his bared shiv drifted slowly upward, leaving Kallus faintly wondering if the man was just going to knife him and have done with it. "Him and me, we're gonna have so much fun tonight. Too bad ya won't be around for it."

"He and I...actually," Kallus pointed out in what was likely the politest 'kriff you' he'd ever managed, both correcting the man's grammar and disabusing him of the notion of just who it was who would next be with the Lasat in his arms.

Kuross just glared at him a long moment, the blade seeming almost to hover between them. But then his look of annoyance changed swiftly to a delighted leer. "Guess you won't have long to hold onto that memory anyway. Maybe ya oughta have somethin' a little more solid to remember 'im by."

Kallus realized what was going to happen only a second before it did, soon enough to feel horror, but too late to do anything to prevent it. Kuross flicked the knife away from him, seizing Zeb's right ear and cleanly severing it with a single stroke of the blade.

Kallus felt Zeb's scream more than heard it, the violent thrum of it reverberant within the very marrow of his bones. For a moment, he held the Lasat tighter, both to keep himself from crying out and to prevent him hurting himself further with his thrashing. All he could really do was crouch there on the floor, trying to keep his lover from moving too much while they were both painted in fresh blood.

Then one of his guards was kicking him, forcing him away from Zeb. Unthinkingly, he fought, struggling to get back to his partner, but his two guards soon had him, each holding one of his shoulders, keeping him pinned between them.

Kuross laughed as he watched the struggle, taking hold of the binders that still held Zeb's wrists. Then he tossed the Lasat's ear at Kallus' knees.

"No substitute for a real Lasat in your bed, granted, but I can't exactly go cuttin' off the parts I wanna enjoy, can I."

"If you ever," Kallus started, voice deadly as he gathered up Zeb's ear with as much dignity as could be managed, "presume to speak of him in such base terms again...I will do much worse than kill you."

"Worse? Heh, whatcha got in mind that's worse?"

"You lack imagination, Giren Kuross. Do not ask me. I may just answer you."

Again, the monster laughed, dropping Zeb's bound hands to come back toward Kallus, bending down close to him to whisper in his ear, "Y'know, back when I first doped him up, I had him thinking I was you. Got a bit of enthusiasm from our big, strong stud for that one. Maybe I'll do it again tonight. I'll drug his brains out; a cocktail much more interesting than a hallucinogen...somethin' to get 'im real hard for me. Then I'll kriff that noble Lasat guardsman straight into oblivion. And every minute our boy's buried balls' deep in me, I'm gonna make sure he's thinking of you. Let me tell ya, Kal, I am gonna be absolutely dripping with him for about a week."

In that moment, Kallus knew fury the like of which he'd never experienced before. Blinding fury and searing anguish, all of it burning at the heart of him with a cold fire.

"Elysh," he exhaled in rage, his body trembling with the raw strength of the emotion. "La garrir sir an li serra elyshi, gal ki an alela li serra morrai, an salf gantir shan asaval elyshahn gal or'salf ofirin. Ril san orra vasharyl. Tefsa elysh."

Kuross shook his head. "Yeah, me no speak Lasat, pretty boy."

Kallus sneered up at him. "It would do you little good now. From this moment on, all my vow needs mean to you is that you are a dead man walking. So take him from me. Run. Try to hide. It does not matter. You are dead already," he promised.

Glowering at him in anger and maybe more than a little fear, the bounty hunter suddenly seized the side of his head, fingers digging harshly into his scalp as he forced a hard kiss against his mouth.

"There," he bit out. "One last taste of him. D'ya taste him on me, dead man? Been a pleasure doin' business with ya, Alex." Then he delivered a painful blow to the side of Kallus' head, one that would've sent him sprawling had he not been in the grip of the two troopers. When the ex-Imperial managed to look up again, it was to see Kuross dragging Zeb from the bridge like a slaughtered hunting trophy, leaving a small trail of blood behind him.

"It's been nice knowin' ya, Alexsandr Kallus," the hunter said to him before the doors slid shut.

Chapter 19: Demons Run, but Count the Cost

[argentdandelion]

Fatal Anniversary

Fatal Anniversary

A celebration of Undertale’s anniversary goes horribly wrong.

Based (loosely) on a true story. ---

September 15 started as a normal day. Slender fingers tapped away at the keys of an old laptop as their owner browsed Tumblr. The user, called “ChromeTooth” on Tumblr, checked out various blogs. She briefly hovered over the name “Garbles” on a blog checker. That veteran of the Undertale fandom often published delightful things. But no: nothing today.

Perhaps I’ll get a like or two. Maybe even a reblog, ChromeTooth thought. She'd been on Tumblr for so many years, but, still, she wasn't popular. But it was only a matter of time until finally people saw the beauty of her posts, and then, then Tumblr would be worth all the time she spent there.

A post caught her eye. Happy birthday, Undertale! It said.

Today is Undertale’s 4th anniversary. I just wanted to thank this game for all I have learned in this fandom. Thanks to Undertale, I’ve learned all sorts of things, like animal byproducts and why Papyrus is probably a better boyfriend than Sans. Thank you, Undertale.

She titled it “Undertale: Thank You” and published it without much effort.

Within an hour, she noticed something strange. Her dashboard, normally so sparse, was stuffed with likes and reblogs. Oh, that’s strange. Perhaps someone really liked one of my posts again?

Danklepham liked “Undertale: Thank You”.

MalayTai liked “Undertale: Thank You”.

Googilex liked “Undertale: Thank You”.

Yeehman99 liked “Undertale: Thank You”.

It just kept going. ChromeTooth sat back in her chair, tilting her head. Perhaps they’ll pay attention to my other posts, she thought. Perhaps this little quirk will mean my worthy posts get the praise they so deserve.

Refresh.

The notes came pouring in. 15 likes, within an hour! It normally took two days to get so high before it petered off forever. And it was all for....“Undertale: Thank You”.

ChromeTooth raised an eyebrow. She noticed a few users, the bolder Tumblrites, had bothered to comment, and opened up the reblogs out of curiosity.

"Sans! More Sans plz" said one user.

"OMG soo good gimme dis stuf" said another.

What are they talking about? I barely mentioned him, ChromeTooth thought. And why would anyone respond to proper English with degenerate text-speak?...and why wouldn't they check out my other posts, too, if they wanted the good stuff?

Bafflement and tension built in the back of her brain. She clicked on the third reblog. "adsfg", they said, and in the reblog's tags: "MMM finally somethin GOOD from her".

"What." ChromeTooth's brow crinkled, and she frowned. "I make good stuff once a week, all the time. What is that user saying?"

She went to the chat window: her friends Cosmet and Vanillaspez were probably active now.

"I have a problem," she started in her messages to the two. "People just keep liking and reblogging this one post, the thank you-post I made a few hours ago. It's so brief and unremarkable that I'm baffled. Do you know what is causing this?"

A pause.

"Ummm..." Cosmet started.

"'cuz tastty. Tasty post. Yum. More."

What? ChromeTooth thought. Cosmet never talked like that..

A little blue pop-up by Vanillaspez's avatar. "Well, at least Vanillaspez can help..."

"More." was the only word in the message. In a few seconds, she saw another: “more”. No period. No capitalization.

Blue pop-up. "more more more".

ChromeTooth grimaced, her hands twitching away from the keyboard.

---

ChromeTooth laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling. Her laptop laid in a corner of the room. If she only booted it up, there she'd see that Tumblr dashboard exploding in popularity, just as she always wanted. But if she got up...it would probably just be the same post. "Undertale: Thank You" over and over. Those little red hearts and green reblog loops, by the avatars of people who have never heard of her before. Check it, maybe it's different, a little voice in her head said. Maybe you'll get what you've wanted for years. Someone like you. Someone who loves those 1,000-word posts, who smiles at enriching, long essays and articles.

ChromeTooth turned over. No. No. It's just the same thing, that same accursed post.

The blue-and-white of the website flickered.

The hibernating computer made a brief crackle⁠—and then fell silent.

---

But she had to check the next morning. She always checked Tumblr in the mornings: some people had irregular hours, or lived at opposite sides of the world. No matter the time, Tumblr's community was always churning, always flicking up some tiny treasure from the great earth of human experience.

Her dashboard had several blue alerts. No matter the update, it always glowed blue, enticing her with its ambiguity. But it was surely something worthwhile: after all, ChromeTooth had set up her dashboard to be as relevant as possible. Those little blue bubbles were a promise: "Come here, and you shall be happy."

Mothersdaughter22 liked "Undertale: Thank You".

MordleyPink liked "Undertale: Thank You".

Jadeanemon reblogged "Undertale: Thank You".

Warugua liked...

Those splinters of broken promises just. Kept. Going. It was more than she had ever faced, stretching the dashboard, uninterrupted by anything else. ChromeTooth held a hand to her head as she hunched over. As she furrowed her brow, a bitterness rose in her throat. She scrolled and scrolled, but it said nothing else. Nothing about that popular essay post from a while back, nothing about that post about ants and ducks and dogs she had spent 12 hours making....

Likes were what she wanted, wasn't it? Those little red symbols...they meant: "I enjoy what you have to say.” “I want to keep coming back."

But that little thank-you wasn't at all like what she typically posted. It was so...minimal. So short and low-effort. Why would it attract so much attention? Why would they do this? The computer’s soft hum grew to a cicada-like drone.

EEEEAAAGKH!

ChromeTooth flinched. "Just...just a coincidence, right? This laptop is really old..." She shrugged the oddity away and returned to the screen.

Her inbox blipped. "A message? Maybe someone has something to say..."

"Sans. Please write morre."

She wasn't going to justify that with a response.

The chat window, too, was quite busy. How had she not noticed it?

Cosmet: "sans. make more. like it."

Vanillaspez: "hey can you make more sans it's the best".

And someone she had never heard of before, some “Jamesneu”, sent a message too: "Undertale: Thank You. Undertale: Thank You." "More more more."

Another message:

"sans MORE!"

Is...is there a way to screen out these people? Chrometooth wondered. I’ve never been so popular as to need that...

Finally there was something worth noting. Her auto-checker told her Garbles had updated!

Garbles's stuff always makes me happy, Chrometooth thought. I could sure use some cheering up. If...only I was...no, no, you'll get there someday.

It was a reblog, from someone who had such high reblog standards. It was:

"Undertale: Thank You."

In the comments: "I just had to spread this :)".

Her computer creaked. Its screen splintered. ChromeTooth straightened in her seat.

A few little pink droplets crept from the cracks in her screen, with a too-sweet, sickly smell.

That's...that's not normal.

A crack.

And her room was flooded with a sludge of fetid pink hearts.

Everyone liked her now.

[monochrome-monarch]

Hmmmm. . . Well, that I haven't thought of before. Also,, I don't know Gamera well so bear with me as a bullshit my way through this. Also, it was pretty late when I waa writing this but meh.

Since Gamera is a man-made Titan that's made of mana and is biomechanical, he's probably an android or a cyborg though, it's not obvious unless he flies or uses his powers. He was made when a species called the Gyaos were being a bunch of nuisance and dangers that even the Titans can't handle and it doesn't help that they don't listen to Dagon. They didn't contest his position or anything, just outright disrespected him. So, the humans made Gamera to assist the Titans and yeah, he's very effective against Gyaos and made things easier for everyone.

Despite this, Gamera is a. . . Complicated issue among the titans. Yeah, they're impressed that the humans can do that and grateful for the help but also horrified like 'Wait, they can do that???'. Some ingrates are also kinda tempted to destroy him for simply existing. Some don't trust him and simply avoid him. Some wanna befriend him, really but are hesitant about it since they're not sure on what he can do, how strong he is or what his limitations are. Basically, how everyone would react if the elephants at the zoo suddenly made a living, breathing human out of random stuff that they have on them.

So yeah, Gamera mostly hangs out with humans since he's more or less an outcast among the titans. He's a friend to all children and babysits in his spare time. If there's trouble, Gamera usuallyprioritizes the kids first then eberyone else. He's also kinda the local mediator when it comes to human drama, something Mosu and Goji appreciate because that's less problems for them. Despite being a hit among humans, Gamera still feels pretty lonely since he still wants to fit in with the rest of the titans but he's also scared of the possible rejection and even attack.

Dagon usually keeps a close eye on Gamera, makes sure he doesn't do anything suspicious or dangerous. He knows he's a good guy, hell, Dagon kinda wants to take him in but you can never be too sure. He sometimes sends Rodan to spy on him and report back on what he's up to. His interactions with Gamera are polite but brief, mostly to check on him and such. He also defends Gamera if anyone is being a dick to him. Gamera tends to be more formal towards to the Alpha because, yeah, Alpha but he's also kinda scared of him cuz this guy can kill him for any reason, even without a reason. He's usually ready to defend himself if the time comes.

Based on his spying missions, Rodan finds Gamera interesting, almost as interesting as the Ghidorah Triplets, really. He also kinda likes him but definitely has a lot of respect for the guy. Anyone who is a friend to all kids and is a formidable fighter is someone Rodan can respect. Though, despite that, Rodan wants to approach Gamera but is either too busy to or Gamera is busy or he just ends up not following through. A pretty annoying thing but one of these days, he's gonna approach the guy and have an actual conversation with him. He swears on his mum. Meanwhile, Gamera knows Rodan but only the basics like Alpha's son, fastest flying titan, controls fire and lava and a walking disaster. He's pretty weary of him as Rodan has demonstated how chaotic he can be but since Rodan is also a pretty decent guy, Gamera doesn't exactly dislike him. Just finds him annoying but intimidating at times. Does wanna befriend him but he doesn't wanna get rejected or get in trouble.

Goji is pretty neutral about Gamera. Guy isn't a troublemaker, hell, he's a problem solver, really. He's a mediator, too, albeit with human issues. He's also a pretty decent dude judging by Gojira's own observations, especially judging by Gamera's interactions with the humans, Mothra and Dagon. However, Goji is a pretty distant guy, the kind who prefers people approach him than the other way around. Even then, he doesn't fully trust Gamera, always watching him as if waiting for him to do something dangerous, which never happens but still. You can never be too careful, though. Gamera finds him intimidating, especially when he catches Goji watching him. He's kinda antsy around the guy, especially when has his katana on him. Prefers avoiding him, really.

Mothra pities him. I mean, being created to fight a pest species and then getting ostracized for it? That pisses her off. How can everyone be so ungrateful and mean? It's not like Gamera asked to be made that way. She's probably one of the few if not the only one who approaches and talks to Gamera. She's friendly and polite to him, makes sure he's alright and sometimes even gives him snacks. She wants to invite himto her friend group but he always declines. Gamera likes Mosu. She's the closest he's ever gotten to having a friend.

The Ghidorah Triplets have different opinions on him. Ichi is mostly neutral about him but mostly wants nothing to do with him, Ni doesn't trust him and San finds him interesting and wants to interact with him but his older brothers keep on preventing him from doing so. Collectively, they kinda sympathize in Gamera's situation, in being an anomaly but Ghidorah was luckier and was mostly accepted by the other titans. Also, they're not exactly man-made titans as far as they know. Though, mostly they either tag along with Rodan during his spying missions or join Goji in watching the guy, especially when Mothra or Dagon talk to him. Gamera just finds them intimidating, even more so than Goji. They're triplets with the weird triplet hivemind thing, they're unpredictable, have scary resting bitch faces and they're pretty ruthless in terms of combat. So yeah, Gamera wants nothing to do with them.

During Ghidorah's attack on Atlantis, Gamera prioritized on helping the people evacuate as Ghids attacked during the evacuation. Gamera tried his best in helping Mothra, Gojira and Anguirus in fighting off the triplets but he ended up getting sealed away. He was released during the 21st century.

Okay, will post more Gamera if I have more ideas or changed my mind on things. Also, I am so sorry if I screwed up on stuff, especially Gamera.

@heimkoheimkofan

[popatochisssp]

Match up!

Likes: Fanfiction, Video games (especially fond of puzzle or story driven first person games like Portal or Fallout 4), Coloring/messing around on photoshop, Vines, critiquing the hell out of movies, my furball chihuahua, my mom and little bro, chai tea lattes, frozen blueberry waffles, tumblr, memes, cartoons (like Steven Universe, Gravity Falls, Miraculous Ladybug), tv shows (generally Sci-Fi, Supernatural/Paranormal, or competition based like anything with Gordon Ramsay or Doctor Who), Jigsaw Puzzles, Riddles, being lazy

Fav Season: Winter, Fav Disney Char: Stitch, Fav Candy: Hershey Almonds, Fav Color: Purple or Black

Dislikes: Bugs, Heat, Physical Labor, The Minions, Republicans, Too much Sun/Light (I’m a bit sensitive), Smoking cigarettes, weed is fine), Anti-vaxxers and other illogical people, Math

What are you looking for in a match?

I’m not sure exactly what I want as I’ve never been in a relationship really. I guess someone who is ok with me info dumping, being clingy/invasive, being a bitch a times - being ok with my flaws basically. I want someone who is Honest and and Communicates, someone who makes it clear what their intentions are, why they like me, and if their gonna stay. I would like someone who takes care of me but what I probably need is someone who knows when to kick my ass and make me do things. Someone who motivates or reminds me to take care of myself, that while they are ok helping me they wont let me push them around. I want someone who will will help me and be sweet but also will call me out on my bullshit.

Any dealbreakers?

If they don’t like my family (mom, my dog, bro) then it’s instant nope. They dont have to love them cuz yeah the fam has flaws but it’s one of those “only I can criticize them no one else” scenarios. If they hurt my dog in anyway their dead. If they smoke cigarettes their out or gotta swear to quite. I have asthma so it’s not negotiable and if their brother smokes that has to be out of my sight too or I will throw hands.

They have to understand that everyone has a backstory/issues and that doesn’t make them a bad person. Like my mom has done some shady shit due to paranoia and PTSD and will also do crazy things (like if me and SO get in fight my mom will show up even if it’s the dead of night to come throw hands or she will find blackmail so I can have an upper hand(she bugged a house of a guy she thought was cheating on her once)) like I dont agree with her often but unless the relationship is serious and been going on a while then I will take my moms side.

If they do milk than cereal that a no, I dont trust that.

Anything else I should know? 

I have Depression and anxiety so while they aren’t major issues anymore they should still be kept in mind. I have issues spending money in that I dont like spending money at all and will ignore needed things if it seems to pricey (aka over 20 bucks) so I need skelebae to buy things and either lie or tell me how much we saved or still have rather than how much things cost or else I get really guilty/anxious. I also have issues remembering to take care of myself like eating regularly, drinking water, leaving my house and going outside for once, and sleeping at normal times.

I dont care about cannibalism or murder as long as it is justified in a way. I have a realistic to cynical view and have questionable morals (I like to think of my soul trait as a slightly corrupted justice).

I am similar to a cat in that I will be bristly and standoffish at first but once I warm up to you you will be suffocated with affection and possessiveness. I can act selfishly without realizing it so it may not seem like it but my partners happiness is my number one priority. Im loyal to a fault and Also I have little shame and Privacy. I will often forget people dont have the same boundaries as me (aka near none) so I probably come off as very nosey and invasive. I like most form of humor but dont really laugh often mainly I make a pffffttt sound. Sometimes when I’m really happy I act silly or goofy so like I may seem kinda witty and serious but at my core I’m a goof.

I would match you with Mal (Swapfell Sans)!

He’s pretty much everything you’re looking for in a match: a clear communicator who’ll take care of you without letting you walk all over him. He doesn’t mind that you get excited about certain topics and may want to talk his nonexistent ear off and it’s probably for the best that you’re not hard on boundaries-- neither is he.

He’s from a very dangerous, deadly universe and he completely understands that morality isn’t such a clear-cut, black-and-white thing. He actually respects your family quite a bit for being willing to blur a line here or there to make sure you’re safe and looked after and he’ll do his best to prove they have no cause for concern: you’re in very safe claws with him!

Mal is the type to spoil his partner, so if what you need to allow that is for him to never let you see a price tag, then so be it. He has a good head for numbers and a strong work ethic to go with his well-paying jobs, so finances should never be much of an issue, he’ll see to that!

He also doesn’t mind too much if you’re slow to warm up-- he’s the same way and considers that a reasonable measure of caution-- but once you’re both warmed up to each other, the rest of your relationship will probably be an affectionately possessive cling-fest and neither of you will have a problem with it.

Oh, and expect surprisingly bad, goofy jokes out of him, too! He seems classy and sophisticated (and he is!), but...well, he’s a Sans, and he has a very soft spot in his soul for silly humor.

The two of you will get along great! ;3

[goremagalaisdaboss]

Omenink bittys! Bitties are 4 1/2 inches tall, Normal sized ones are 5' 10" Bitty type: Omen-type/ink sans type Eye color and sheep are random, mostly based on emotion, for example, if he's excited, one eye is red exclamation point and the other is a yellow circle, normal eye color and shape is displayed in the ref Likes: dragons (because he is one), painting, snuggles, warm places, light prisms, getting scritches under chin, cats, butterflies Dislikes: bullies, being abused, nightmare - type bitties, cold places Care advice: . They love warm places, sometimes sleeping in fireplaces, do not freak out if they do, they are fireproof . They tend to breath waterfire spurts if angry, please open the windows if any, for the flames produce a fine mist of water if they dont light something on fire, as the smoke is the mist .the mist is good for the lungs and those who have a cold with a stuffed up nose and the like, but can seriously make navigating around the house a pain, caution is advised .they are extremely loyal and protective of friends and family, they do have the potential to kill if nessasary .let them help with your art, they love to help people grow as a artist .they get along amazingly with any error-type bitty, and can befriend even the most stubborn of ones Facts: .omen-type bitties always have wings, the "winged" varieties are just bitties that are more confident about showing their wings •their brushes still have the power to make things real, it's just tamped down to bugs, plants, and inanimate objects for the sake of household life •these bitties are slightly different than the original Omenink sans, for they're made specifically household life, the original is not • They're extremely social, but will respect boundaries if one requests it *sometimes they may change their shape to different characters or bitties, theyre made of ink (dont worry, they wont melt in the rain, they're actually stronger in water),this is why they have this ability, they hardly every use it • they prefer not to fight, but will if nessasary • they tend to hoard jewels, precious metals, and jewelry made of such, please respect their hoards if you manage to find them, do not steal, otherwise they will get every aggresive, being a dragon, they protect their hoards to the death, including their familys and freinds in the "protect to the death list" This bitty is to celebrate me becoming a admin to @skelebitty-store-and-shelter ! Keep a eye out for a fire winged skeleton and the tag: #Goreanswers ! Cuz that's me! Have a wonderful day you cinnimon rolls! Omentale belongs to me The original Ink sans belongs to Meybei (however the hecc you spell their username qwq)

[deitiesofduat]

I was wondering if u can do a bunch of random facts/headcannons for the main cast?

Oh man, I mean, I’m happy to try, but I’m not sure where to start for the entire cast of 10… well, now 11 gods. I know have some that are scattered around the blog’s tags, and also in places other than tumblr, but It’ll take me a bit to find them or think of new ones without revealing spoilers, hmm…

So here’s what I’ll try that’s similar to the 1 Like 1 Fact meme I did on twitter a while ago: for every note this post receives, I’ll add a DEITIES-related headcanon or fact about the main cast. The main cast includes Set, Horus, Anubis, Osiris, Isis, Nephthys, Bastet, Sekhmet, Thoth, Ra, and nowwwww Sobek – and maybe the Set Spawn and the big bad serpent too, if relevant. You can add a note by +liking this post, and if you’re interested in learning about a particular deity, you can mention their name in a comment (and it’s not necessary to reblog this, unless you want to!).

This should help give me a bit more focus and time to think of some decent non-spoiler headcanons/facts to share. I’ll come back to this post in a few hours and add any many as I can, depending on the amount of notes it receives, and I’ll bump and place them under the cut for easy access. So yeah, go for it /o/!!

[1] Been playing with a headcanon where Horus’s Eye can see an object’s or person’s weak spots – though only for like, a moment once it’s activated, cuz I’ve wanted to avoid him being OP (but then again… he’s a literal god… so >>)

Also a related-headcanon where he can see a person’s past injuries thru his Eye too, including the hidden ones that have long-ago healed and left no visible scar. I’d like to draw the ones he “sees” on others one day if I keep it…

[2] Set is the only one of his siblings that doesn’t have an avian sacred animal, and for a while I wanted to keep it that way and literally keep him “grounded” compared to his family (sans Anubis). But I found that he’s sometimes also associated with crows (and falcons??? interestingly enough), and even though I haven’t found solid evidence of this yet, I also like the idea of him being associated with bats even before I read about it in Kane Chronicles I swear– So those 2-3 animals are probably some alternate animal form that he has but just rarely takes.

[3] Actually while I’m at it– aside from the Sha Animal, here’s a list of 30-ish animals that I keep as Set’s canon forms in DEITIES verse (based on a combination of historical speculation, recorded myths, and personal headcanons), and would love to eventually draw him as one day:

Aardvark, African Wild Ass (and Donkey), Giant Anteater, Baboon, Bat, Boar/Pig, Bull, Camel, Crocodile, Crow/Raven, Dog (some sort of sighthound?), Fennec Fox, Fish (Eel?), Gazelle/Antelope, Giraffe, Goat, Goose, Hare/Rabbit, Hippopotamus, [Spotted] Hyena, Jackal, Jerboa, Okapi, Oryx, Panther, Rat, Scorpion, Shark, Snake (Viper), and Zebra/Quagga.

[4] RELATEDLY… I REALLY REALLY like the idea of Set somehow acquiring a Thylacine form even tho it’s in no realistic way in the current timeline because thylacines weren’t native to Africa let alone Egypt. BUT… I JUST… THEY REMIND ME OF SHA ANIMALS SO MUCH o)——–

[5] When I was considering the color schemes for the main cast, I once briefly envisioned a purple/violet scheme for Nephthys, but decided to scrap it because (1) I wanted her colors to contrast with her sister’s and match a bit more with her husband’s and son’s and (2) I found that purple was nigh impossible to find in AE wall art and admittedly worried “maybe it won’t look authentic if I use those colors;;;”

Even though I’m happy with her orange/black/red scheme now, I’ve recently found that purple is a common association / kemetic UPG (or doxa?) with her?? SO THAT WAS INTERESTING… I don’t think I’ll change her color scheme for DEITIES, but maybe I’ll draw her in an alternate purple outfit one day to see how it looks on her >>

[6] One of the reasons why I like Horus, Anubis, and Bastet as their own casual friend group in DEITIES verse is that, because they’re all relatively young gods, they all share the experience/pressure of being measured up against their older royal relatives – Horus being seen as both his father and mother’s legacy and feeling the pressure to restore his family’s throne; Anubis being know for his infamous father, and even having his paternity questioned (via rumors and “myths”); and Bastet being the youngest of Ra’s daughter, sometimes being compared to her sister’s roles and achievements.

They’re all really good at masking any pressure they feel, but they also probably confide in each other about it more than with others, cuz they’ve all “been there.”

[7] Relatedly, one of the earliest version of DEITIES Project, before it was known as “Deities Project,” had Horus, Anubis, and Bastet as the main trio. That’s been changed “for reasons” since then, and their characters were quite different back then, but it might be fun to explore a story that focused on the 3 of them someday.

[8] Okay ya’ll know the part during The Contendings where Horus and Set are racing in stone boats and Horus “wins” by painting his wooden boat to look like stone? I have ideas for how that entire race happens in DEITIES verse that would be fun to explore as a side story, but in order for me to give Horus a “legit” way to win without outright cheating, he covers his boat with stone casing/accents, and after he wins and is confronted about it… well…

HORUS: “The rules we agreed on were to sail a boat made with stone. They said nothing about it needing to be made entirely out of stone.”SET: “…”HORUS: “ :)c ”SET: “…” *Internally raging*

[9] I’ve headcanon’d that Nephthys has her own set of ~7 Shabti who act as her personal assistants while she’s conducting her nightly duties, or working around her home, but I haven’t decided much more past that (still debating on how she acquired them, and if she more-than-likely named them…).

The concept and number were loosely based on how many of the other goddesses had their own sets of 7 as extensions of their power and/or control (7 Ribbons of Hathor, 7 Arrows of Sekhmet, Isis’s 7 Scorpions), and I thought it’d be neat if the Goddess of Service had her own Shabti that exemplified that part of her domain.

[10] Thoth is an avid lover of puzzles, trivia, and strategy games, and he’s also exceptionally skilled at games of chance. He doesn’t gamble or make bets often because he understands the risks, but when he does he tries to be calculative about it… and also has a natural knack for luck going his way (EX: That one game of senet that he won to help assist Nut with having her children… which is another story for another day)

[11] Ummmmm Isis is the only one of the main cast who I haven’t drawn a ref of her sacred animal form yet… or at least, not digitally. Her animal is the kite, but I’ve been debating on a while for what species to base her design on. I like the idea of her kite form looking like the Black-winged Kite, although those species aren’t native to Egypt… but some are native to Africa… and they’re so fricken pretty and they fit her colors so well so I might cave on this ffffffffffff–

[12] While we’re on the subject of sacred animals (and to help me get somewhat closer to the note count lmao I’m trying guys–), Horus’s falcon form is based on both the Peregrine falcon and the Lanner falcon, with more simplified markings for my own sanity when I draw him in dozens of panels.

At one point, I considered making his falcon form leucistic to contrast more with Anubis and Set, buuuuuut I also liked the brown colors on the falcons’ normal coloration, so I kept it. (That and more leucistic birds of prey are hawks, so… maybe for Khonsu tho if I don’t change him to an owl, hmmmm…)

[13] Okay continuing thoughts on animal forms, Bastet is able to shift her cat form into nearly any coloration or breed she desires (aside from her eyes, which remain green), but for the purposes of DEITIES I draw her as a brown cat with light gradation markings. I knew of the Egyptian Mau but also realized the spots would take a lot of effort to redraw in the panels where she appears as a cat (much like the spots on falcons for Horus). I also personally really like solid-colored coats on cats, and in particular I liked the coloration of the Havana Brown, so it may be a little less authentic but it did factor into her colors as well.

[14] I'm still debating on Sekhmet's main hairstyle and want to play with it a bit more -- not the arrangement per se but whether to keep it as locks or to make them more obvious twists -- or perhaps a combination -- since I can see her with both style at certain points in time. Either way, at full length Sekhmet's hair is very long: if she were to loosen her tie and let it fall, her longest locks would reach past her hips.

[15] I initially gave Set yellow eyes because even though he's often depicted with red eyes, I didn't want to over saturate his design with just... well, red -- especially in his animal form where his entire body is covered in red fur (red eyes + red sclera would have been, a lot). I like how his yellow eyes provide some contrast, and I've since found some story-related reasons where his eyes might play some role in the plot… but anything further might be spoilery 8')c

[16] It took me a while to settle on Osiris's "resurrected" skin tone because there were a lot of sources that describe his skin as being green, or blue, or black in coloration. I even tried them out in an earlier color test that I shared on patreon, but I eventually went with black since the color has had various meanings in Ancient Egypt that include both life and death. (It also gave me some opportunity to give green skin to Ptah and blue skin to Hapi to help vary the designs for each of those gods).

[17] Relatedly, Osiris's mortal form is a naturally dark skin tone, but following this death he can no longer appear in that form. He is also unable to travel to the overworld / realm of the living, though I'm still debating on how restrictive this is (if it's limited to his physical body or if he can split his soul under special circumstances, or with assistance). Regardless, most of his correspondence with other deities have to be arranged within Duat for this reason.

[18] I haven't made any plans to designate a spouse or romantic partner for Ra. I understand that there were a number of goddesses that were associated with him in the myths and often said to be his wife, but for that reason it was hard to settle on choosing one -- or multiple, and I realized that for the purpose of the main story it might not be necessary. I also kinda like exploring the idea of this high king and powerful creator deity who's also a happily single father, and where it's not for tragic reasons like the separation from or death of his spouse (not to knock that trope at all tho sdjfdsf). I'm not opposed to him being shipped with anyone though, I just don't think I've been inclined to do it myself lmAO;;

[19] RELATEDLY, while Ra's daughters (Sekhmet, Mafdet, Hathor, Serqet, Bastet) don't have a biological mother, I like to think that they were raised in an environment with a lot of parental figures and mentors to go around, aside from just their father. I haven't quite settled on how it was organized though, but I know that the daughters regard Thoth as something of an uncle/secondary dad (tho their dynamic with Thoth is can vary a lot from the one the have with Ra), as well as their teacher and mentor. I can also see where other gods like Khnum, Khepri, and Bes, and goddesses like Neith, Seshat, Taweret, Ma'at, and Mut, might also have played some direct mentor role in the daughters' upbringing and sense of self.

[20] (squick + implied nsfw) I uh… have this minor gag headcanon where Horus, Isis, and Osiris just don't eat fish. They just… don't. And it's entirely based on that one part of the myths after Osiris's death, where a certain part of Osiris's desecrated body ended up in the river and was swallowed by a fish 8')c (should be noted that I'm not saying that event did happened in DEITIES canon, but I'm also not disputing it either >>).

Apparently that was considered a bad omen, and I still find conflicting information on whether consumption of fish was taboo for some or all in Ancient Egypt (I think "for some" makes better sense, cuz why would an entire society that resides near the Nile river pass up on a perfectly available food source?? But I digress, I might need to review this again so take my thoughts with a grain of salt--). I also admit that I've seen it mentioned that fish are not ideal food offerings for Isis and Osiris?? and I can imagine that maybe Horus adopts the distaste for them as well. Either way, I go with the DEITIES canon that while most people and deities happily consume fish, Horus and his parents will not, and they don't enjoy it as offerings either.

I’MMMMMM gonna end it here for now cuz my headcanons have run dry for the time being, thank you guys!!

[shirari]

Writer-san remembered me😭for being a shirabu enthusiast, I'm levitating🤸 next September I'll be sure to follow if ur still here on tumblr!! The lack of content for this pretty setter🥲💞

Thank you sm for tagging me in ur work and keep it up!! One of my favourite writers to read Shirabu fics from✨

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Finals season w/ Shirabu Kenjirou

The time is 9:48AM, and your phone blares a notification. I’m outside and it’s cold af. Open the door before I get frostbite.

Groaning a little, you stumble out of bed, wiping the sleep from your eyes as you go for the front door. Opening it, you find Shirabu, already prepped for the day, evidently. In his one hand, he wields the carrier of two - rather large - cups of coffee. His other clutches the singular strap of his bookbag he’s placed over his shoulder. You keep telling him it’s bad for his posture and that bookbags were designed with two straps for a reason, but he doesn’t seem to care very much.

He leans in to kiss your bedhead. “How are you just now waking up?”

“Kenji, when have I ever woken up before 10 on my own?”

“Whatever. Brush up; I’ll make brunch for you.”

“Aw, you love me.”

“Stop stating the obvious and brush your teeth. Fix your hair while you’re at it.”

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