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iluxurycruisedthatship · 9 months ago

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The Kazama & Mishima’s naming traditions and the Next Gens of Kazama’s children!

Alright so I've been cooking this for a while since they dropped Jun's parents name on T8. Bear in mind, I'm in no way fluent in Japanese nor I'm a native, but I have google on my side to educate me better about Japanese naming systems and the kanji they used for naming the child (jinmeiyo and joyo).

I just want to named XiaoJin’s future babies so bad, kay?! Lol. Even though I know Jin is opposed to any plan of continuing the lineage (which is heartbreaking 😭💔) but the XiaoJin's shipper in me cannot be extinguished!! 🔥🔥🔥 I still want to named them! Lol.

Anyway! Feel free to correct me with your information! I'm open to any kind of knowledge 💖

Psst! If you don't want to read these longass founds and explanation, you can jump right away to the bottom of this post, there’s a pic that summarise these texts, lol.

Alrightt! Without further ado, let's deep dive into Kazama/Mishima lore!!

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So...

Tekken 8 has finally dropped some lore about Kazama family, and it's about Jun to be exact. There, we can get a glimpse of Jun's parent name:

Soon after, a Japanese KazuJun's fan dropped this tweet :

Assuming a native Japanese able to decipher those characters correctly, now we finally have Jun's parents name kanji:

純一 the father, and 恵 the mother.

As we all know, kanji has several way of reading. Cited from pon-navi, there are two typical ways of reading kanji, kun-yomi and on-yomi. In addition, there is a reading system called "jinmei kun" which is used only for names.

"Soo?? What's their name?! How do we know the correct reading?!"

Here's the thing!!

Tekken has giving us hints that Mishima family has a tradition to give their children with their kanji name, following a common practice in Japan. Let's take a look at their kanji.

仁八, Jinpachi

平八, Heihachi & 一美, Kazumi

一八, Kazuya

Notice the similarities? You’re right! The Mishima child inherited their parents' kanji! The sons inherit '八' kanji, with Heihachi inherited '八' from Jinpachi and Kazuya inherited both kanji from Heihachi (八) and Kazumi (一).

As it is a common practice, the same can be said with the Kazama family! Although in their case, they might not be inheriting the kanji but instead with the reading of the said character. Or maybe phonetically similar would be correct here.

For example, this is Jun's kanji: 準

This character '準' can be read several ways, some of them are : Jun, shun, setsu, taira, toshi, narau, nori, hitoshi.

And one of her father kanji is: 純

'純' can be read as : kito, Jun, atsu, atsushi, aya, itaru, ito, kiyoshi, sunao, sumi, tsuna, to, makoto, yoshi.

Have you noticed it? That's right! '純' and '準' can be both read as Jun! It means that Jun's kanji has the same reading as her father's kanji, although they have different kanji characters.

From here, we can assume that Jun's father can be called Jun____ as well.

As for the other kanji, '一' can be read as: hito, hitotsu, hajime, ichi, itsu, i, osamu, kuni, susumu, tada, chi, nobu, hajimu, hajime, hi, hiji, hide, hitoshi, makoto, masashi, moto, ka, kazu, kata, atsu.

Looking from the lists, together his name could be read most plausibly as : Junichi, Junitsu, or Juni. Imo, Junichi sounds the best, so yeah, I completely agree with the KazuJun's fan.

Now we all know that Kazama has similar sounding name with different kanji.

On the other hand, the mother has '恵' that can be read as: megumu, megumi, kei, e, aya, sato, satoshi, shige, toshi, yasu, yoshi.

While it could be anything, I think it's either Megumi or Megumu. Why? Because I found out that '恵' has the same reading as one of Jin's kanji reading! lol. Let's take a look at Jin's kanji!

This is Jin's kanji: 仁

It can be read as: Jin, ni, nin, kimi, kimu, sato, sane, shinobu, tadashi, to, toyo, nobu, nori, hisashi, hito, hitoshi, hiroshi, masa, masashi, mi, megumi, megumu, yasushi, yoshi.

Do you find it? Both '恵' and '仁' can be read as Megumi/Megumu! lol.

One of the speculation is that Jun named her son Jin as a sign of respect to her father in law, Jinpachi (仁八). Even though Jin is a Mishima by blood, he doesn't inherit the '八' character as he was raised in Kazama family. So he inherited just the '仁' character. Besides, it also sounds almost the same. Jun.. Jin.. It's phonetically similar, right? And if Jin were born a girl, I bet he would be called Megumi/Megumu instead just like his grandmother, lol.

Thus, we can safely conclude that the Mishima has the habit to inherit their kanji characters while the Kazama inherit the reading of their kanji's name.

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AND NOW! HERE COMES THE MAIN DISH!!!! 💖💖💖

What about the future Kazama kids?! Let’s move on to that and do the real cooking here for the XiaoJin's babies name! :D

We have seen Jin's kanji, but what about Xiayou?? Xiaoyu is Chinese by birth, and her hanzi (Chinese characters) are 凌曉雨 and リン・シャオユウ is how it's written in Japanese katakana.

凌, Líng: surpass / リン (Rin)

曉, Xiao: dawn / シャオ (Shao)

雨, Yu: rain / ユウ (Yu)

Now, I'd like to think that they would combine or use either their character or its reading for their baby! Also! They might use some of Jin's family name's characters :D

Here are some of my ideas for the babies name :

For boy:

晨一, Shinichi, a portmanteau of Jin and Xiaoyu's nickname and kanji inherited from Junichi/Kazuya.

Explanation: the first kanji '晨' means Dawn, which has the same meaning as Xiaoyu hanzi '曉'. The kanji reading is also the combination of Xiaoyu's nickname and Jin. Shao+Jin=Shin. It also sounds similar. Jin, Shin, it's rhyming, right? Just like Jun and Jin!

For the second kanji '一' I'd like to think the story behind it was that Xiaoyu wanted to preserve Kazama/Mishima naming practice but Jin was reluctant to do it. In the end, they decided to take the kanji '一' which was present in both Kazama and Mishima, that's in Junichi (純一) and Kazuya (一八).

For girl :

凌, Shino, a portmanteau of Xiaoyu's nickname and Jin, same character as Xiao’s hanzi that could also be the feminine ver. of Shin.

Explanation: it’s rather simple, I use the same character in Xiaoyu’s hanzi that has different reading while also the combination of Jin and Xiaoyu’s name. In Chinese ‘凌’ read as Ling but in Japanese, ‘凌’ has several reading. One of them is Shino. Shino could be the sister or the twin sister of Shinichi, in case XiaoJin have two child or twins in the future :)

琳, Rin, a kanji that has the same reading as Xiaoyu’s name and phonetically similar with Jin.

Explanation: I think this one is easy to understand! Rin and Jin, phonetically similar like what Kazama would've named their children. It’s also Xiaoyu’s surname in Japanese. The kanji ‘琳’ itself means ‘beautiful jewel’ and in Chinese the hanzi means 'beautiful jade’, and it reminds them of the greens in Yakushima forest, Jin's home.

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Alright, now that I’ve spilled out all of the stuff inside my chest and calmed down, I’ll give you a simple name chart for those who don’t want to read wall of texts, lol. Hope this helps!

I guess that’s all for now, lol. I’ll add my thoughts if I had any later on. Thank you for coming to my TED talk! 😂🙏

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morimyulyrics · 6 months ago

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I find it amazing how Nishimori never seems to run out of music or lyrics for William's inner struggles. We've seen it a bit of it in Op. 3 and and it was oh so very painful in Op. 4, yet now that his death (or at least, what William thinks to be his death) is approaching, it feels even more painful. It's the heavy kind of pain that really sucks your soul.

The devil roams the wilderness

悪魔は荒れ野を彷徨いて | Akuma wa areno samayoite Character: William James Moriarty

Kanji ひとり彷徨う荒野に　死せる悪魔の声が響く我は悪魔を討つ穢れし悪魔血を浴び地獄へいざ行かん

叫びは　耳に棲みついて嘆きの目は　この身を呪う貫く刃は　この胸を刺し心の血潮は　弾け飛ぶ

ああ　痛み悶える胸に永遠（とわ）に　憩いなどない死神よ　連れゆけこの命光無くした　この魂を

ああ天よ　神よ　いるのなら愛しき仲間たちにに美しき世界を我は消えゆくとも彼らに命を時の彼方まで　守り給え

ひとり彷徨う荒野に　死せる悪魔の声が響く我は悪魔を討つ穢れし悪魔血を浴び地獄へいざ行かん

血を浴び地獄へいざ行かん

Romaji Hitori samayou areno ni shiseru Akuma no koe ga hibiku Ware wa akuma wo utsu kegareshi akuma Chi wo abi jigoku e iza ikan

Sakebi wa mimi ni sumi tsuite Nageki no me wa kono mi wo norou Tsuranuku yaiba wa kono mune wo sashi Kokoro no chishio wa hike tobu

Aa itami modaeru mune ni Towa ni ikoi nado nai Shinigami yo tsure yuke kono inochi Hikari nakushita kono tamashii wo

Aa ten yo kami yo iru no nara Itoshiki nakama tachi ni utsukushiki sekai wo Ware wa kie yuku tomo karera ni inochi wo Toki no kanata made mamori tamae

Hitori samayou areno ni shiseru Akuma no koe ga hibiku Ware wa akuma wo utsu kegareshi akuma Chi wo abi jigoku e iza ikan

Chi wo abi jigoku e iza ikan

English I alone will die in the wilderness Here, where the devil’s voice echoes I’m a demon, much unlike the demons I dispose Forward, I must go! To hell, covered in blood

Their cries echo in my ears Their sorrowful eyes haunt me The sword of punishment pierces me These feelings are so fiery, they might just burst out from my chest

Oh, my heart, how it writhes in pain Never can I ever lay to rest Grim reaper, I call upon you, please take me now Reap this soul that’s been wrung out of any light

Oh, heavens, oh, god, if you hear my pleas Please let my dear friends see the beautiful world Let them not perish and protect them to the end

I alone will die in the wilderness Here, where the devil’s voice echoes I’m a demon, much unlike the demons I dispose Forward, I must go! To hell, covered in blood

Forward, I must go! To hell, covered in blood

#morimyu #yuumori #yuukoku no moriarty #op5lyrics #op5 #william is in pain and so i am also in pain #ngl im p proud of how i translated this. kinda poetic

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e-nishka-aosh · 5 months ago

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More About E-Nishka I

These just don't really fit in a timeline format. Plus more beyond the timeline I've already written.

The Ingrimm was a gift from E-Sumi when he joined the Seedseer Council.

It looked like the vanilla Ingrimm (Bozjan relic) prior to Oha-Sok inhabiting it, after which it grew many more flowers.

Oha-Sok herself is mostly dormant, especially when out of the Twelveswood. She still doesn't like war and violence, so she doesn't like to really be present for a lot of things.

When he is on the First, Oha-Sok's presence completely disappears, which is what shocks him the most. Upon returning to the Source, however, it's like she never left.

The events of both the CNJ and WHM quests of ARR+ occur but I have to think about where on the timeline they occur exactly.

Pokcha Pokk is forbidden from showing herself outside of the Shroud, even though most people can't see her anyway. This is because she says the most insane things at the most insane times.

She almost fought all the moogles of Moghome. Like it was ON SIGHT. She sadly would not have won.

Yda and Papalymo don't actually invite E-Nishka to the Scions because they're not necessarily aware he has the Echo. Instead, it's Thancred who invites him when he's in Thanalan as the envoy (and the majority of the Ul'dah starting quests occur).

Though he hasn't been mentioned often, Adel becomes a Crystal Brave and then eventually a part of the Scions proper when that dissolves.

E-Nishka won Adel over with food. The way to a man's loyalty is through his stomach, of course. Especially when you've been getting by on scraps since Garlemald invaded your home.

Whenever E-Nishka ventures into a new place, he makes sure to try the local cuisine. It's by far his favorite aspect of traveling. He also collects recipes from the locals as well.

Adel was called to the First at about the same time Thancred was (a little after). While he's on the First, he swaps out his knives to become a job that is mechanically similar to Sage and Machinist combined.

Adel gets a Phat Crush on Lyna, of which E-Nishka is immediately made aware of. Because he is kind of obvious about it.

E-Nishka becomes a Dark Knight during ShB, of course, but that will be its own post.

Before traveling back to Elpis, E-Nishka manages to convince Elidibus to travel with him too, which will also be its own post.

To keep it short though, E-Nishka, by DT, is technically plural in the sense he has three different souls also mingling with his own, inside his body. These are Fray Myste (actual Fray, not darkside), Ardbert, and Elidibus (primal).

Myste, though E-Nishka does go through these quests, is actually just a part of E-Nishka and doesn't technically count as Myste is not just hanging out.

Elidibus freaked the fuck out during Pandaemonium raids. Positively or negatively? Yeah!

There's more that I've developed for him so far but I'm snnzzz ...

#cosmic choir #e-nishka

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humblemooncat · 1 year ago

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23 for that playlist ask?

Thank you for the number, friend! Roll has determined Nox is our target this time, this should be interesting. :3c

Gonna try a thing with the screens I took mid-story.

Fallout by UNSECRET & Neoni TW: Nox may be a lil bit suicidal

Finding himself in Garlemald yet again, a place he so loathed to see now bathed in fire raining from the blood-red skies, U'nhea looked through the destruction lining the streets. There had been reports of the old Warrior of Light's presence in the now-empty city. In fact, there had been numerous reports since the Final Days had begun...

"Tsk tsk" the Seeker heard a gentle tutting from atop a nearby building.

"Who's there?"

"Who do you think, dear Warrior? Why, one of your own", wings of arcane flame shone over the edge first, denoting the presence of his quarry. Nox strode towards the edge, phoenix in tow and somehow much larger than his previous encounters.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" U'nhea called out, "Flame everywhere you turn. Is this what you wanted?"

Nox cackled madly, "OH BOY, IS IT"

U'nhea gritted his teeth, surely he couldn't be this far gone... To think that E-Sumi-Yan once placed his trust in this... monster.

He snapped from his thoughts, scowling up at the viera.

"No words? A shame" Nox cackled, "Poor Hydaelyn, placing her faith in you, only for you to bring back all she attempted to forestall. What would she think, poor dear" He spoke then to U'nhea as if he were a kit, making the Seeker's tail flick in annoyance.

"YOU KNOW NOTHING OF WHAT SHE THINKS OF ME!" he shouted, emotion overcoming him, "DO NOT SPEAK OF ME AS IF I WERE A MONSTER LIKE YOU!" He clutched at his chest, emotion threatening to tear him apart. He knew then what Nox was after.

"Aww, getting caught up in the mess, are we?" Nox cooed, "Good"

"If you take me away from this world-"

"I'll get the glorious end I so crave..." there was a darkness in his crazed eyes, "So know there is nowhere safe to hide from me. I will get my blaze of glory" He narrowed his eyes at the miqo'te, "And I will take you with me"

He turned to walk away, the phoenix following in his wake. And in U'nhea's mind he heard one last message.

'We did promise, after all. To take this journey together... to the bitter end'

Ah yes, hello again my horrible son.

Some little things to know about Nox's canon that I don't think I shared yet:

He started off his journey as a Conjuror/White Mage by the name of Vitae. In his tutelage, he met and befriended U'nhea, and the two traveled together, inseparable.

They both possess the echo, and as such were both inducted as Warriors of Light to the Scions.

When Nox's canon diverged after the Crystal Tower, Nhea took up the mantle as the sole WoL in their timeline.

However, Nox still traveled with him, though at a distance. Making his life harder, as one possessed of a voidsent and a love for arson & chaos does.

This means he also got spirited away to the First. Nhea could have left him there, but he was too attached to his old memories of their friendship, and saved him.

Yes, he very much does regret this later.

After the Final Days rolls around, Nox does everything in his power to make him succumb to the dynamis and turn to a blasphemy. With him off the table, things would never revert, and the Final Days would consume the world. And Nox would have the glorious end he'd been searching for.

Why can't he just take himself out, you might wonder? His voidsent is a phoenix. He would just resurrect him. Again. And again. And again...

He's tried, trust me.

This bitch is essentially Fandaniel 2.0. I feel bad for U'nhea having to deal with both of them.

#Nox #Answerin' asks #Playlist drabbles #Thank you for the number friend!#<3 #Enjoy my horrible son #and his ex best friend #having a moment

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favoritesegacharacterbracket · 11 months ago

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Round 1 is over, Round 2 is starting Up

Results Here:

Since people asked, I'd like to remind everyone that also Hatsune Miku isn't owned by Sega, her rhythm games are. And that includes a mobile game that created some brand new characters.

I admit it's a bit iffy, but I took it to a vote, and people wanted Miku in the tournament. So that opens up Project Diva/Project Sekai characters.

My thoughts on the winners and losers:

Makoto Yuki beat Fuuka Yamagishi. I admit I didn't expect that

Maya Amano beat every Angry Bird. Very impressive considering the difference in fame between Angry Birds and pre-3 Persona

Kazuma Kiryu beat Ken Amada. I'm sure he's the sort of person to set Ken on the right path

Gum beats Junpei

AiAi beat Amigo, proving to be the more popular Sega monkey. He might be the most popular Sega monkey

Bean the Dynamite beats Zobio and Zobiko in this match up of deep cuts

Aigis beat Gilius Thunderhead

Whisper the Wolf beat Billy Hatcher

Shinjiro beat Robo

Tohru Adachi beats the Chuni Penguin...I'm sure he's fine

Tillis beats Joe Musashi

The Flickies beat BD Joe. I wasn't sure what to expect

Teddie beats Axel Stone

Eggman beats Ex

E-102 Gamma beats Jean

Koromaru beats Sakura Shinguji

Schezo Wegey beats Aoyagi Toya

Tatsuya Suou beats Lemres

Kanji beat Sumi. I admit I think I should call her Sumi in the losers bracket to avoid spoilers

Yosuke Hanamura beat Squares

Kotone beat Ann. I'm not sure why I keep doubting protagonists

Haru beat Raffina

Sig beat KapuKapu

Vyse beat Ryo Hazuki

Hatsune Miku beats Silver the Hedgehog

Alex Kidd beats Jacky Bryant

Surge the Tenrec beats The Daytona Hornet

Pocket Circuit Fighter beats Beat

Ren Amamiya beats Toejam

Infinite beat Vectorman

Knuckles the Echidna beats Satan. I think that happened before somewhere in the Sonic multiverse

Kitsunami the Fennec beats Mitsuru Kirijo

The Nahobino beats Mobo

Raphael/Phantom R beats Drachma

Tangle the Lemur beats Yusuke Kitagawa. The lemur beats the fox

Rouge the Bat beats Ryuji Sakamoto

Yukari beats Chie

Haruka Sawamura beats Yukiko Amagi

Jack Frost Beats Naoto Shirogane

Goro Akechi beats G

Bayonetta beats Kasane Teto

Pai Chan beats Gunstar Red and Gunstar Blue

Morgana beat Scourge

Sonic the Hedgehog beats Otori Emu

Earl beats Tyris Flare

Demi-fiend beats Ristar

Majima beats Lidelle

NiGHTS beat Domingo

Ringo beats Aika

Tails beats Ecco

Blaze the Cat beat Caleb Goldman

Ulala beat Welkin Gunther

Shadow the Hedgehog beats Akira Yuki

Amitie beats Axe Battler

Seaman beats Sage

Amy Rose beats Naoya Toudou

Makoto Niijima beats Headdy

Cream the Rabbit beats Arle Nadja

Akihiko Sanada beats The Shogun

Honey the Cat beat Kohran Li

Rise Kujikawa beats Sakura Amamiya

Futaba beats Klug

Opa Opa beats Jack

#sega #hatsune miku #project diva #project sekai

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shroudandsands · 1 year ago

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Prompt #29: Contravention

It was an understatement to say she was shocked when she realized the truth. The thing that comforted her most, in all her days, was her greatest fear. Should’ve seen it coming.

Her father gripped her by the shoulders. His smile was forced. It was the first time she’d ever seen him like that- Even when she’d thrown a fit and her magic had sent a stone careening into his shin he hadn’t looked like this. That ever present warm, sunny light in his eyes was replaced with something hard. Something sharp. Something that was two sizes too small, secondhand. She turned to see her mother. She was turned away. She couldn’t remember what he said to her at that moment. Something about leaving. Something about love. How he was going to miss her. Miss them. She had no words at the time. She had nothing at all- Except an opalescent stone set into an old, corroding ring that was pushed into her hands. He closed them around it. It was warm. It was smooth. It was him. It was hers.

She couldn’t remember the first time it was obvious. It could’ve been that moment. It could’ve been turns later. It could’ve been the day she first returned to the Shroud- To Gridania. A bloodied and beaten teenager who could only think of one place to go at the end of her rope. Was it then? Or was it when E-Sumi-Yan saw her? Was it the night of the Calamity? Or was it the day after? Or was it something it had been giving her every bell of every day since the moment it left her father’s hands- and it was only now that she had come to the realization? The thought stabbed her deep in the chest and twisted. Was it when she was staring down into a grave of an unfamiliar woman? Or into the eyes of one that had become so familiar that it hurt? Was it when she tasted summer on her lips? Or when her heart solidified into winter? When? When did it happen? Why was it her? Why did it have to be him?

The opalescent ring shone in the moonlight. As if to epitomize her. As if to emulate her. As if to say it to her in the way that only someone like her could understand- I am you, you are me. Since I met you, since you met me. It was warm, it was smooth. It was him, it was hers. It was her. It is her. It did not conjure memories, she knew, no matter how much she had made herself believe. It did not remind her of the day, every day, because it so brilliantly seared itself into her mind like a brand. It did not show her every sunbeam of that dire moment because its corroded touch called it to her mind.

Her magicks did not wax because it was his. Her breath caught in her chest every time those too-familiar eyes stared at it in question.

It was hers. It was hers. It was hers. And she would die if it was ever any less.

#/The Winter’s Heart/Recollections #FFXivWrite2023 #man rakaso you're really broken up over a ring huh #chill out leave it in a drawer somewhere

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canmom · 1 year ago

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L’Aventure de Canmom à Annecy - Jeudi 2: Kensuke’s Kingdom

So this is a British traditionally animated film, which is nuts. I didn’t think we made those anymore since the 80s - this has been something of a stop motion and CG only country for a while. And this is a lavish production: full animation rather than limited, with a style reminiscent of something like The Iron Giant.

‘Course, it’s not just British - it involved studios in Luxembourg and France, and actually I suspect they did the bulk of the animation. But it’s based on a Michael Morpurgo childrens’ novel from 1998, one that was in school libraries when I was a kid, though I don’t remember reading it; the characters have British accents and it definitely feels like a British film lol. I understand this project has been in the works for a long time - I believe the producer, who came up onstage before the film, said that it took something like six years to fund and three years to make after that.

The story follows a young British boy called Michael, whose family is sailing around the world on a small boat called the Peggy Sue after losing their jobs (bit of an odd detail lmao, what unemployed person has the money to sail around the world??). Michael, resenting this plan, smuggles his dog Stella aboard ship, and displays an extremely reckless disregard for safety measures. This all comes back to bite him when, during a storm, he wriggles out of his lifejacket in his mum’s grasp to attempt to go out across the boat to bring Stella into the cabin. Inevitably both he and Stella are washed overboard, somewhere in the Pacific.

Michael and Stella wash up on a deserted island full of lush rainforest. Stuck on the beach at the base of steep cliffs, he struggles to find drinkable water, but a mysterious person leaves out water and raw cut fish overnight. This person turns out to be Kensuke, who was a Japanese sailor during WWII, and ended up living alone on the island after surviving his ship being sunk. Kensuke (played by Ken Watanabe) is honestly doing rather well for himself in this idyllic setting, having constructed an elaborate treehouse, spending his days painting sumi-e paintings of animals with home-made ink, as well as singing and serving fruit to a local population of orangutans.

Our boy Michael blunders around making a mess of things, but gradually learns how Kensuke does things and forms a bond with the old man, who becomes a kind of father figure. In the film’s most affecting sequence, we learn what became of Kensuke’s family as the film briefly takes on a sumi-e style to a choral rendition of Sakura, Sakura (an obvious choice, but it’s effective) - in short, they were in Nagasaki, and Kensuke himself learned of their fate just moments before his ship was sunk. So for Kensuke, Michael is a chance to build a connection again, even if it’s to an annoyingly nosy white British kid who never tries to learn a word of Japanese. And Michael to his credit does learn: there’s some very cute sequences of him painting with Kensuke, and Kensuke’s paintings of his memories with Michael are a really effective way to show his feelings.

I assumed going in the story was inspired by the real Japanese holdouts who remained at war for decades after Japan surrendered, but Kensuke, though at first standoffishly trying to keep distance, is never particularly hostile to Michael; as we get to know him it turns out he’s downright saintly, caring for the orangutans and other animals like baby turtles (except fish, because fuck fish I guess lmao).

Peril inevitably comes when a group of animal poachers arrive on the island and start blasting away; Kensuke moves the orangutans to safety, but one orangutan, named Tomodachi (literally just ‘friend’ lol) does not follow him, trying to find their child (I forgot the name of the child orangutan rip). Michael runs about in the forest trying to help the orangutan, and eventually is able to save the child, but not the parent, who is gunned down by the poachers. This encounter reveals to Michael why Kensuke cannot reveal himself.

At last, another boat appears on the horizon, the Peggy Sue with Michael’s family aboard. Kensuke creates a fire to draw their attention, but refuses to come out to meet them and says goodbye to Michael; the film ends with Michael running to join his family.

I read a plot summary of the Morpurgo novel, and it’s interesting that the film actually adds quite a bit more death and grief. At the end of the novel, it turns out that Kensuke’s family survived the bombing in Nagasaki, and during his stay, Michael goes to a lot more effort to persuade Kensuke to leave the island - in the film, neither of them ever learns the other’s language. Kensuke’s Japanese is a nice bilingual bonus though lol. The whole sequence with Michael trying to save the baby orangutan does not take place at all, and in fact all the orangutans survive. In general it seems like the screenplay tightened up and simplified the novel a bit, and added a bit more drama at certain points, while keeping all the main events.

Overall, I enjoyed this film. It was definitely a bit sentimental, with the good man Kensuke living perfectly in tune with nature in his idyllic setting - his motivation for going to war, or feelings about Japan’s defeat, is never really explored. But that worked for the kind of story it was telling - it’s not just visually that I compare it to The Iron Giant. The animation was generally excellent, the rainforest and animals and stormy sea gorgeously depicted, and the character animation strong throughout; I’m not entirely sold on Michael’s family who have some kinda awkward expressions, but Michael and Kensuke’s interactions are depicted very well. And I had Sakura, Sakura stuck in my head all day afterwards lol.

Ultimately any problem I have with the film is a problem with the original story. It’s unquestionably a fantastic adaptation, and it was very cool to catch the premiere in Annecy of all places. I really hope it does well when it gets a full release because I’d love to see traditional animation start to be a thing again over here.

#l'aventure de canmom à annecy #animation #film #kensuke's kingdom

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haellen-o · 1 year ago

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4. Is your character a royalist or monetarist? (Do they side with the crown or the syndicate?)

14. Is your character secretive?

🤗 thank you!

4: so ophelia sides with the crown in ul'dah. especially after the whole "Being framed for regicide" thing. she doesn't trust any of the syndicate but haellen is what we call a "Radical" and "Free-thinker" who thinks there could be a better system than both sides, similar to what ala mhigo and ishgard have. a grouping of representatives from the people of ul'dah and the important higher ups to ensure decisions are made for the betterment of both parties

14: ophelia is secretive in a bad way. she's very open about a lot of things but her darker side is something she is incredibly secretive about. she's barely even told ysayle (the one person she trusts more than herself) of some of the things she's done or holds deep in her heart

haellen? not as much, she's pretty open about everything, even her personal feelings towards people (like the time she told e-sumi to "Never talk to me again unless you want to find himself flying head first into the lake" shortly before leaving to limsa) as far as i can think without delving into like personal notes and writing. the only thing she's secretive about is her feelings about being the WoL and how much she loathes it, and wants to quit it all and run away (she can't obviously. she's the WoL who the hell's gonna replace her?)

#text #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #oc questions #oc asks #haellen #ophelia de fortemps #thank you for the ask!#i really should write some more about ophelia's darkness #there's a lot to do there and a lot that can be unpacked #as well as fun angsty writing #and also tender romance

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Episode 4 : Insult / 第四話『侮辱(ぶじょく/Bujoku)』

*Green colored words are only in anime, not in original manga, and we usually call them “アニオリ/ani-ori(アニメオリジナル/anime-original)".

竈門炭十郎（炭治郎…）

Kamado Tanjuro (Tanjiro…)

Tanjuro Kamado (Tanjiro…)

竈門炭治郎（ハッ！）

Kamado Tanjiro (Ha!)

炭十郎「刃を持て。斬るべきものは、もう在る」

Tanjuro “Yaiba’o mote. Kiru-beki-monowa, mo aru.”

Tanjuro “Take up your sword. There’s something you must cut.”

炭治郎（斬るべきものは在る… 斬るべきもの… 目覚めるために。わかった…と思う。迷うな!! やれ!! やるんだ!!）

Tanjiro (Kiru-beki-monowa aru… Kiru-beki-mono… Mezameru-tameni. Wakatta…to omou. Mayouna!! Yare!! Yarunda!!)

Tanjiro (There’s something… I must cut. There’s something I must cut… in order to wake up. I think I know what it is. Don’t hesitate! Do it! You have to do it!)

炭治郎（“夢の中の死”が現実に繋がる。つまり、斬るのは、自分の頸だ!!）

Tanjiro (‘Yumeno nakano shi’ga genjitsuni tsunagaru. Tsumari, kiru-nowa, jibunno kubida!!)

Tanjiro (My death in this dream will lead me to reality! In other words… what I have to cut is… my own neck!)

炭治郎��うおおあああああ！！！」

Tanjiro “Uooaaaaa!!!”

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青年「君たちはこの人の心の化身だね。ここは澄み切っていて心地いい。これは、精神の核…？なぜ見せるの？」

Seinen “Kimi-tachiwa kono hitono kokorono keshin dane. Kokowa sumi-kitte-ite kokochi-ii. Korewa, seishinno kaku…? Naze miseruno?”

Young man “You must be the incarnations of this boy’s soul. The air is so clear, and it feels good. Is that his spiritual core? Why are you showing it to me?”

青年「僕が探していたから、連れてきたのかい？」

Seinen “Bokuga sagashite-ita-kara, tsurete-kitano-kai?”

Young man “Did you bring me here because I was searching for it?”

青年「そんな…僕は壊そうとしていたのに―――どうして？ううっ。ハッ。あっ」

Seinen “Sonna… bokuwa kowasoto shite-ita-noni―――Doshite? Uu. Ha. A.”

Young man “No way! Even though I was trying to destroy it? Why would you―――”

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娘2「精神の核は、どこよ…ハァ…何なのよ、この無意識領域は。あの気持ち悪い裸猪といい…ほんと、どうかしてる」

Musume-Ni “Seishinno kakuwa dokoyo… Haa… Nan-nanoyo, kono mu-ishiki-ryoikiwa. Ano kimochi-warui hadaka-inoshishito-ii… honto, doka shiteru.”

Girl-2 “Where the heck is his spiritual core? What’s with this realm of the subconscious? And that creepy naked boar… Seriously, this is insane.”

嘴平伊之助「ウガアア――ッ！」

Hashibira Inosuke “Ugaaa――!”

娘2「えっ！キャアアアア！うわあ！なんで無意識領域にいるのよ、裸猪が！ヒッ、ヒイッ」

Musume-Ni “E! Kyaaaaa! Uwaa! Nande mu-ishiki-ryoikini iru-noyo, hadaka-inoshishiga! Hi! Hii.”

Girl-2 “What are you doing in the realm of the subconscious? You stupid naked boar!”

伊之助「ガウガウ、ガウガウ、ウガアアーッ！」

Inosuke “Gau-gau, gau-gau, ugaaaaa!”

娘2「ギャアアア!!」

Musume-Ni “Gyaaaa!!”

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青年2「真っ暗だ。真っ暗で何も見えねえ。ちくしょう、何なんだあの金髪のガキの無意識領域は。“精神の核”は、手探りで見つけなきゃならねぇのかよ。ふざけんな」

Seinen-Ni “Makkurada. Makkurade nanimo mie-nee. Chikusho, nan-nanda ano kin-patsuno gakino mu-ikshiki-ryoikiwa. ‘Seishinno kaku’wa, tesaguride mitsuke-nakya-naraneeno-kayo. Fuzakenna.”

Young man-2 “It’s pitch-dark. It’s pitch-dark, and I can’t see a thing. Dammit. What’s with that blond brat’s realm of subconscious? Do I have to grope around to find his spiritual core? You must be kidding me.”

青年2「何だ!? あ？おっ… あっ…」

Seinen-Ni “Nanda!? A? O… A…”

Young man-2 “What was that?”

我妻善逸「なんで男なんかが入り込んでやがる、クッソ害虫が！ここに入って来ていいのは禰豆子ちゃんだけなんだよ。殺すぞ」

Agatsuma Zen’itsu “Nande otoko-nankaga hairi-konde-yagaru, kusso-gaichuga! Kokoni haitte-kite ii-nowa Nezuko-chan-dake nan-dayo. Korosuzo.”

Zenitsu Agatsuma “What the hell’s a guy doing in here? Damn you, parasite! No one’s allowed in here but Nezuko. I’m so going to kill you.”

男2「うわあ―――っ！」

Otoko-Ni “Uwaa―――!”

善逸「禰豆子ちゃんはどこだ？」

Zen’itsu “Nezuko-chanwa dokoda?”

Zenitsu “Where’s Nezuko?”

男2「し…知らねえよ！」

Otoko-Ni “Shi…Shira-neeyo!”

Young man-2 “Wh-Who the heck knows?”

善逸「じゃあ死ね！」

Zen’itsu “Jaa shine!”

Zenitsu “All right, then… Die!”

男2「ギャ―――ッ！嫌だーっ！」

Otoko-Ni “Gya―――! Iyadaaa!”

Young man-2 “Nooo!”

善逸「ぐわあああーっ！」

Zen’itsu “Guwaaaaaa!”

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男2「ぐっ、ぐぐ…」

Otoko-Ni “Gu, gugu…”

娘2「くっ、うう…」

Musume-Ni “Ku, uu…”

伊之助「ふがっ、くくく…」

Inosuke “Fuga, kukuku…”

善逸「へっ、へえ～」

Zen’itsu “He, heeee.”

炭治郎「うう…目覚めろ…目覚めるんだ、早く」

Tanjiro “Uu… Mezamero… Mezamerunda, hayaku.”

Tanjiro “Wake up… I have to wake up… Hurry!”

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炭治郎「ううっ、ううあっ！禰豆子！」

Tanjiro “Uu, uua! Nezuko!”

Tanjiro “Nezuko!”

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炭治郎「うあああーっ！ハア、ハア、ハア…大丈夫、生きてる」

Tanjiro “Uaaaaa! Haa, haa, haa… Daijobu, ikiteru.”

Tanjiro “I’m all right. I’m alive.”

禰豆子「ん～」

Nezuko “Nnn.”

炭治郎「あっ。禰豆子!! 大丈夫か…！」

Tanjiro “A. Nezuko!! Daijobuka…!”

Tanjiro “Nezuko! Are you okay?”

禰豆子「むー」

Nezuko “Muuu.”

炭治郎「禰豆子…あっ。善逸、伊之助――煉獄さん!! えっ？」

Tanjiro “Nezuko… A. Zen’itsu, Inosuke――Rengoku-san!! E?”

Tanjiro “Nezuko… Zenitsu… Inosuke… Rengoku…”

炭治郎（誰なんだ、この人たち。手首を縄で繋がれてる… 縄…あっ。何だこれ？焼き切れてる。禰豆子の燃える血か？僅かだけど鬼の匂いもするぞ）

Tanjiro (Dare nanda, kono hito-tachi. Tekubi’o nawade tsunagare-teru… Nawa… A. Nanda kore? Yaki-kire-teru. Nezukono moeru chika? Wazuka-dakedo onino nioimo suruzo.)

Tanjiro (Who are these people? They’re all connected by the wrists with ropes. Rope… What’s this? It’s burned off. Nezuko’s burning blood did it? It’s faint, but I’m picking up a demon’s scent, too!)

炭治郎（この匂い――切符!! やっぱり、これも微かに鬼の匂いがする。切符を切った時に眠らされたんだな。鬼の細工がしてあるんだ。これだけ微量の匂いで、これ程の強い血鬼術を…）

Tanjiro (Kono nioi――kippu!! Yappari, koremo kasukani onino nioiga suru. Kippu’o kitta-tokini nemura-saretan-dana. Onino saikuga shite-arunda. Koredake biryono nioide, kore-hodono tsuyoi Kekki-Jutsu’o…)

Tanjiro (This smell… The ticket! I knew it. It’s giving off a faint demon smell, too. We were put to sleep when our tickets were punched. This must be a demon’t work! Did he unleash such a potent Blood Demon Art using just this faint scent?)

炭治郎（…何だろう、この縄を日輪刀で断ち切るのは、良くない気がする…）

Tanjiro (…Nandaro, kono nawa’o Nichirin-Tode tachi-kiru-nowa, yoku-nai kiga suru…)

Tanjiro (I don’t know why… but I have a feeling that I shouldn’t sever this rope with my Nichirin Sword.)

炭治郎「禰豆子、頼む！みんなの縄を燃やしてくれ!!」

Tanjiro “Nezuko, tanomu! Minnano nawa’o moyashite-kure!!”

Tanjiro “Nezuko! Do me a favor! I want you to burn off everyone’s rope!”

禰豆子「んっ」

Nezuko “N.”

炭治郎「善逸、起きろ!! 起きろ善逸、起きるんだ！」

Tanjiro “Zen’itsu, okiro!! Okiro Zen’itsu, okirunda!”

Tanjiro “Zenitsu! Wake up! Wake up, Zenitsu! You have to wake up!”

炭治郎「起きろ伊之助、頼む！伊之助…」

Tanjiro “Okiro Inosuke, tanomu! Inosuke…”

Tanjiro “Wake up, Inosuke! Please! Inosuke…”

禰豆子「ムーッ、ムーッ」

Nezuko “Muuu, muuu.”

炭治郎「よしよし、ごめんな。ありがとう。頑張ったな、禰豆子」

Tanjiro “Yoshi-yoshi, gomenna. Arigato. Ganbattana, Nezuko.”

Tanjiro “There, there… Sorry, okay? You did a great job, Nezuko.”

炭治郎（だめだ、二人共起きない…!! どうしたら…）

Tanjiro (Dameda, futari-tomo oki-nai…!! Do-shitara…)

Tanjiro (It’s no good. These two won’t wake up. What can I do?)

炭治郎「煉獄さ…」

Tanjiro “Rengoku-sa…”

Tanjiro “Rengoku―”

娘１「うああっ！」

Musume-Ichi “Uaa!”

炭治郎「何だ!?」

Tanjiro “Nanda!?”

Tanjiro “What are you doing?”

炭治郎（この人、鬼に操られているのか!?）

Tanjiro (Kono hito, onini ayatsu-rarete-iru-noka!?)

Tanjiro (Is a demon controlling her?)

娘1「邪魔しないでよ！あんたたちが来たせいで、夢を見せてもらえないじゃない!!」

Musume-Ichi “Jama-shinaideyo! Anta-tachiga kita-seide, yume’o misete morae-naija nai!!”

Girl-1 “Get out of our way! Thanks to you guys, we won’t be able to have dreams!”

炭治郎（自分の意志で…？この人も……）

Tanjiro (Jibunno ishide…? Kono hitomo……)

Tanjiro (Is she acting of her own free will? This man, too?)

娘1「何してんのよ！あんたも起きたら加勢しなさいよ！結核だか何だか知らないけど、ちゃんと働かないなら、あの人に言って夢を見せてもらえないようにするからね！」

Musume-Ichi “Nani shitennoyo! Antamo okitara kasei shinasaiyo! Kekkaku-daka nan-daka shira-nai-kedo, chanto hataraka-nai-nara, ano hitoni itte yume’o misete morae-nai-yoni suru-karane!”

Girl-1 “What do you think you’re doing? If you’re awake, you’d better help us out! You may have tuberculosis or whatever, but if you don’t do your job, I’m going to tell him, and then, he won’t show you any dreams, you hear me?”

炭治郎（俺と繋がってた人だろうか。結核…病気なんだ… 可哀想に…。許せない鬼だ。人の心につけ込んだ）

Tanjiro (Oreto tsunagatteta hito daroka. Kekkaku… Byoki nanda… Kawaisoni… Yuruse-nai onida. Hitono kokoroni tsuke-konda.)

Tanjiro (Is he the one who was connected to me? Tuberculosis… He’s sick. Poor man. What this demon did is unforgivable. He took advantage of their weak souls!)

炭治郎「ごめん。俺は戦いに行かなきゃならないから」

Tanjiro “Gomen. Orewa tatakaini ika-nakya nara-nai-kara.”

Tanjiro “Sorry. I have to go to fight.”

男2「あっ。がっ」

Otoko-Ni “A. Ga.”

娘2「うわっ」

Musume-Ni “Uwa.”

娘1「あ…うわあー！うっ」

Musume-Ichi “A…Uwaaaa! U.”

炭治郎（幸せな夢の中にいたいよね。わかるよ。俺も、夢の中にいたかった… これが夢だったらよかったのに）

Tanjiro (Shiawasena yumeno nakani itai-yone. Wakaruyo. Oremo, yumeno nakani ita-katta… Korega yume-dattara yokatta-noni.)

Tanjiro (You want to stay inside a happy dream, don’t you? I know. I wanted to stay inside my dream, too. If only this was the dream…)

禰豆子「んっ、んっ、んっ」

Nezuko “N, n, n.”

炭治郎「おっ」

Tanjiro “O.”

青年（この人の心に触れる��で、病気の苦しみから逃れられるなら、人を傷つけても構わないと思っていた。でも今は…）

Seinen (Kono hitono kokoroni fureru-made, byokino kurushimi-kara nogare-rareru-nara, hito’o kizu-tsuke-temo kamawa-naito omotte-ita. Demo imawa…)

Young man (Until I touched his heart… I was willing to hurt others… if it meant I could escape from the pain of this illness. But now…)

炭治郎「大丈夫ですか？」

Tanjiro “Daijobu desuka?”

Tanjiro “Are you all right?”

青年「ありがとう。気をつけて」

Seinen “Arigato. Kio tsukete.”

Young man “Thank you. Be careful.”

炭治郎「えっ？はい！禰豆子!!」

Tanjiro “E? Hai! Nezuko!!”

Tanjiro “Right! Nezuko!”

青年「ふう…」

Seinen “Fuu…”

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炭治郎（ぐっ。凄い匂いだ。重たい…!! この風の中、鬼の匂いがここまで…!! こんな状態で眠ってたのか俺は…。客車が密閉されていたとはいえ、信じられない、ふがいない!! 鬼は風上…先頭車両か？）

Tanjiro (Gu. Sugoi nioida. Omotai…!! Kono kazeno naka, onino nioiga koko-made…!! Konna jotaide nemutteta-noka orewa… Kyakushaga mippei sarete-ita-towa-ie, shinji-rare-nai, fugai-nai!! Oniwa kaza-kami…sento-sharyoka?)

Tanjiro (The smell is overpowering! So heavy! The demon’s scent it so strong even in this strong wind! Was I asleep in such an awful scent? Even if each car was closed off and airtight, I can’t believe I was! I was useless! The demon’s upwind… Is he in the first car?)

炭治郎「んっ！禰豆子は来るな!! 危ないから待ってろ！みんなを起こせ！…あっ」

Tanjiro “N! Nezukowa kuruna!! Abunai-kara mattero! Minna’o okose! …A.”

Tanjiro “Nezuko, don’t come! Stay away from me and wait! Go wake everyone up!”

魘夢「あれぇ、起きたの。おはよう。まだ寝ててよかったのに」

Enmu “Aree, okitano. Ohayo. Mada netete yokatta-noni.”

Enmu “What? You’re awake? Good morning! You could’ve stayed asleep.”

炭治郎（こいつが……!!）

Tanjiro (Koitsuga……!!)

Tanjiro (It was him!)

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魘夢「なんでかな？せっかくいい夢を見せてやっていたでしょう。お前の家族みんな惨殺する夢を見せることもできたんだよ？そっちの方がよかったかな？嫌でしょう？つらいもんね。じゃあ今度は、父親が生き返った夢を見せてやろうか」

Enmu “Nande-kana? Sekkaku ii yume’o misete-yatte-ita-desho. Omaeno Kazoku minna zansatsu-suru yume’o miseru-kotomo dekitan-dayo? Socchino-hoga yokatta-kana? Iya-desho? Tsurai-monne. Jaa kondowa, chichi-oyaga iki-kaetta yume’o misete-yaroka.”

Enmu “Why did you wake up? Didn’t I show you a sweet dream? I could’ve shown you a dream where your family was being slaughtered. Would you have liked that one better? No, of course not. Too distressing, right? All right, next… Why don’t I show you a dream where your father comes back to life?”

炭治郎「くっ…」

Tanjiro “Ku…”

魘夢「ウッフフッ」（本当は、幸せな夢を見せた後で悪夢を見せてやるのが大好きなんだ。人間の歪んだ顔が大好物だよ。堪(たま)らないよね。不幸に打ち拉(ひし)がれて、苦しんで踠(もが)いてる奴を眺めていると、楽しいでしょう。だけど俺は油断しないから、回りくどくても確実に殺すよ、鬼狩りはね。インクに俺の血を混ぜた切符。車掌が切符を切って、鋏痕(きょうこん)をつければ、術が発動する。これは遠隔術(えんかくじゅつ)。面倒でも、これが一番気づかれにくかった。気づかれないのは大事なことだ。夢だと気づくまで、そこは現実なのだ）

Enmu “Uffufu.” (Hontowa, shiawasena yume’o miseta-atode akumu’o misete-yaru-noga dai-suki nanda. Ningenno yuganda kaoga dai-kobutsu dayo. Tamara-nai-yone. Fukoni uchi-hishi-garete, kurushinde mogaiteru-yatsu’o nagamete-iruto, tanoshii-desho. Dakedo orewa yudan shinai-kara, mawari-kudoku-temo kakujitsuni korosuyo, onigari-wane. Inkuni oreno chi’o mazeta kippu. Shashoga kippu’o kitte, kyokon’o tsukereba, jutsuga hatsudo-suru. Korewa enkaku-jutsu. Mendo-demo, korega ichiban kizukare-niku-katta. Kizukare-nai-nowa daijina kotoda. Yume-dato kizuku-made, sokowa genjitsu nanoda.)

Enmu (What I really love… is to show people nightmares right after a happy dream. I just adore the sight of a distorted human face. I get such a kick out of that! How enthralling is it to gaze at someone shattered by misfortune, suffering and flailing? But I don’t usually let my guard down. So, it may take longer, but I’ll make sure to kill the Demon Slayers. I mixed my blood with the ink on the tickets. Once the conductor punches them, creating clamp marks… the spell activates. This is a remote art. It took more effort, but this was the best way to avoid being detected. Not being detected is important. It is reality for them until they realize it’s a dream.)

魘夢（それなのに、なんでコイツは起きたのかな。短時間で覚醒条件(かくせいじょうけん)も見破った）

Enmu (Sore-nanoni, nande koitsuwa okitano-kana. Tan-jikande kakusei-jokenmo miyabutta.)

Enmu (And yet… how did this one manage to wake up? And he found the way to wake up in a short time.)

魘夢「幸せな夢や都合のいい夢を見ていたいっていう人間の欲求は…凄まじいの��な」

Enmu “Shiawasena yumeya tsugono-ii yume’o mite-itaitte-iu ningenno yokkyuwa… susamajii-nonina.”

Enmu “Even though the human desire for blissful dreams, for self-serving dreams is so enormous!”

炭治郎「人の心の中に、土足で踏み入るな！俺はお前を、許さない！」

Tanjiro “Hitono kokorono nakani, dosokude fumi-iruna! Orewa omae’o, yurusa-nai!”

Tanjiro “Don’t you dare intrude on my soul! I won’t let you… get away with this!”

魘夢（あれぇ？耳に飾りを着けてるな）

Enmu (Aree? Mimini kazari’o tsuke-teruna.)

Enmu (What’s that? I see he’s wearing earrings.)

魘夢「フッ。運がいいなぁ。早速来たんだ、俺の所に。夢みたいだ。これでもっと無惨様の血を分けていただける」

Enmu “Fu. Unga iinaa. Sassoku kitanda, oreno tokoroni. Yume-mitaida. Korede motto Muzan-samano chi’o wakete itadakeru.”

Enmu “How lucky is that? So, he came right to me! This is like a dream! Now I can receive even more blood of Master Muzan!”

魘夢（そしてもっと強くなれたら、上弦の鬼に入れ替わりの血戦を申し込めるぞ）

Enmu (Soshite motto tsuyoku-nare-tara, Jogenno onini ire-kawarino kessen’o moshi-komeruzo.)

Enmu (And once I become more powerful, I’ll challenge an Upper Rank demon to a duel to replace him!)

炭治郎「水の呼吸・拾ノ型。生生流転(せいせいるてん)！」

Tanjiro “Mizuno Kokyu, Juno Kata. Seisei-Ruten!”

Tanjiro “Water Breathing… Tenth Form… Constant Flux!”

魘夢「血鬼術。ギーッ！強制昏倒(きょうせいこんとう)、催眠の囁き(さいみんのささやき)。お眠りィィ！」

Enmu “Kekki-Jutsu. Giii! Kyosei-Konto, Saiminno Sasayaki. Onemuriii!”

Enmu “Blood Demon Art! Whispers of Forced Unconscious Hypnosis. Go to sleep!”

炭治郎「く��！」

Tanjiro “Ku!”

魘夢（眠らない）

Enmu (Nemura-nai.)

Enmu (He’s not falling asleep.)

魘夢「眠れ」

Enmu “Nemure.”

Enmu “Go to sleep.”

炭治郎「うぐっ」

Tanjiro “Ugu.”

魘夢「眠れ」

Enmu “Nemure.”

Enmu “Go to sleep.”

炭治郎「くっ…」

Tanjiro “Ku…”

魘夢「眠れぇえ！眠れぇえぇ！」

Enmu “Nemureee! Nemureeee!”

Enmu “Go to sleep! Go to sleep!”

炭治郎「ぐっ！」

Tanjiro “Gu!”

魘夢「眠れえぇえええ!!」

Enmu “Nemureeeeee!!”

Enmu “Go… to… sleep!”

魘夢（効かない。どうしてだ？いや違う。これは…コイツは何度も術にかかっている。かかった瞬間にかかったことを認識して、覚醒のための自決をしているのだ）

Enmu (Kika-nai. Doshiteda? Iya chigau. Korewa… koitsuwa nandomo jutsuni kakatte-iru. Kakatta shunkanni kakatta-koto’o ninshiki-shite, kakuseino tameno jiketsu’o shite-iru-noda.)

Enmu (It’s not working. But why not? No, that’s not what this is. He’s falling under this spell over and over! He’s aware that he’s under the spell right away. And he’s committing suicide in order to awaken!)

炭治郎「ふっ！」

Tanjiro “Fu!”

魘夢（夢の中だったとしても、自決するということは、自分で自分を殺すということは、相当な胆力が要る。このガキは――）

Enmu (Yumeno naka dattato-shitemo, jiketsu-suruto iu-kotowa, jibunde jibun’o korosuto iu-kotowa, sotona tanryokuga iru. Kono gakiwa――)

Enmu (Even if it’s in the middle of a dream, to commit suicide… to take his own life with own hands… that takes incredible willpower! This brat…)

炭治郎「うおおっ！」

Tanjiro “Uoo!”

魘夢（まともじゃない！）

Enmu (Matomoja nai!)

Enmu (is insane!)

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竈門六太「なんで助けて…くれなかったの？」

Kamado Rokuta “Nande tasukete…kure-nakattano?”

Rokuta Kamado “Why didn’t you save us?”

竈門竹雄「俺たちが殺されている時、何してたんだよ」

Kamado Takeo “Ore-tachiga koro-sarete-iru-toki, nani shitetan-dayo.”

Takeo Kamado “What were you doing while we were being murdered?”

竈門花子「自分だけ…生き残って」

Kamado Hanako “Jibun-dake… iki-nokotte.”

Hanako Kamado “How could you be the only one to survive?”

炭十郎「何のためにお前がいるんだ。役立たず」

Tanjuro “Nanno tameni omaega irunda. Yaku-tatazu.”

Tanjuro “Why do you think you were here? You’re so useless!”

竈門葵枝「アンタが死ねば良かったのに。よくものうのうと生きてられるわね」

Kamado Kie “Antaga shineba yokatta-noni. Yokumo nonoto ikite-rareru-wane.”

Kie Kamado “It should’ve been you that died. How dare you go on living without a care?”

炭治郎「くっ！」

Tanjiro “Ku!”

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炭治郎「言うはずがないだろう、そんなことを！俺の家族が!! 俺の家族を、侮辱するなァアアァアアア!!!」

Tanjiro “Iu-hazuga nai-daro, sonna koto’o! Oreno kazoku’o, bujoku surunaaaaaaaa!!!”

Tanjiro “There’s no way they’d ever say that! Not ever! Not my family! Don’t you dare… insult… my family!”

炭治郎（手応えが殆(ほとん)ど無い。もしや、これも夢か？それともこの鬼は、彼よりも弱かった？）

Tanjiro (Tegotaega hotondo nai. Moshiya, koremo yumeka? Soretomo kono oniwa, kare-yorimo yowa-katta?)

Tanjiro (It was way too easy. Could this be a dream, too? Or was this demon weaker than him?)

魘夢「あの方が、“柱”に加えて“耳飾りの君”を殺せって言った気持ち、凄くよくわかったよ。存在自体が何かこう、とにかく癪に障って来る感じ」

Enmu “Ano kataga, ‘Hashira’ni kuwaete ‘Mimi-kazarino kimi’o korosette itta kimochi, sugoku yoku wakattayo. Sonzai-jitaiga nanika-ko, tonikaku Shakuni sawatte-kuru kanji.”

Enmu “I can totally see why… he ordered me to kill you, the boy with the earrings, along with the Hashira! Your very existence is, like… It couldn’t be more irritating, you know!”

炭治郎（死なない!?）

Tanjiro (Shina-nai!?)

Tanjiro (He’s not dying?)

魘夢「素敵だね、その顔。そういう顔を見たかったんだよ、うふふふ。頸を斬ったのに、どうして死なないのか、教えて欲しいよね。いいよ、俺は今、気分が高揚してるから。赤ん坊でもわかるような単純なことさ。うふふっ。それがもう本体ではなくなっていたからだよ。今喋っているこれもそうさ。頭の形をしているだけで、頭じゃない」

Enmu “Suteki dane, sono kao. So-iu kao’o mita-kattan-dayo, ufufufu. Kubi’o kitta-noni, doshite shina-nai-noka, oshiete-hoshii-yone. Iiyo, orewa ima, kibunga koyo-shiteru-kara. Akanbo-demo wakaru-yona tanjunna kotosa. Ufufu. Sorega mo hontai-dewa naku-natte-ita-kara-dayo. Ima shabette-iru koremo sosa. Atamano katachi’o shite-iru-dakede, atamaja nai.”

Enmu “Oh, that look on your face is so delightful! That’s the look I’ve been wanting to see! You want to know why I’m not dead after you decapitated me, don’t you? Fine, since I’m feeling so ecstatic right now. It’s so easy even an infant would understand. It’s because the body over there was no longer my main body. Same with this thing that’s talking to you now. It merely looks like my head, but it’s not.”

魘夢「君がすやすやと眠っている間に、俺はこの汽車と“融合(ゆうごう)”した！この列車の全てが、俺の血であり、肉であり、骨となった。うふふっ、その顔！わかってきたかな？つまり、この汽車の乗客二百人余りが、俺の体を更に強化するための餌、そして人質」

Enmu “Kimiga suya-suyato nemutte-iru-aidani, orewa kono kishato ‘yugo’ shita! Kono resshano subetega, oreno chide-ari, nikude-ari, honeto natta. Ufufu, sono kao! Wakatte-kita-kana? Tsumari, kono kishano jokyaku nihyaku-nin-amariga, oreno karada’o sarani Kyoka-suru-tameno esa, soshite hito-jichi.”

Enmu “While you were snoozing away… I fused with this train! Every inch of this train has become my blood, my flesh and my bones! Look at your face. Are you getting it now? In other words, the more than 200 passengers on this train… are the food that will strengthen my body even more… as well as my hostages.”

魘夢「ねぇ、守りきれる？君は一人で、この汽車の端から端まで、うじゃうじゃとしている人間たち全てを、俺に“おあずけ”させられるかな？」

Enmu “Nee, mamori-kireru? Kimiwa hitoride, kono kishano hashi-kara hashi-made, uja-ujato shite-iru ningen-tachi subete’o, oreni ‘oazuke’sase-rareru-kana?”

Enmu “So, do you think you can protect them by yourself? All these people packing this train from one end to the other… Can you alone keep me from devouring them?”

炭治郎「くうっ」

Tanjiro “Kuu.”

魘夢「ふふふっ」

Enmu “Fufufu.”

炭治郎（どうする…どうする!! 一人で守るのは二両が限界だ。それ以上の安全は保障ができない…!!）

Tanjiro (Do-suru…Do-suru!! Hitoride mamoru-nowa ni-ryoga genkaida. Sore-ijono anzenwa hoshoga deki-nai…!!)

Tanjiro (What should I do? What should I do? The most I can protect on my own is two cars! Any more than that, I can’t guarantee their safety!)

炭治郎「煉獄さん、善逸、伊之助――っ！寝てる場合じゃない!! 起きてくれ頼む!! 禰豆子―――ッ!! 眠っている人たちを守るんだ!!」

Tanjiro “Rengoku-san, Zen’itsu, Inosukeeeee! Neteru-baaija nai!! Okite-kure tanomu!! Nezukooooooo!! Nemutte-iru hito-tachi’o mamorunda!!”

Tanjiro “Rengoku! Zenitsu! Inosuke! This is no time to be sleeping! Wake up, will you? Please! Nezuko! Protect the sleeping passengers!”

伊之助「うんにゃい！オラッ！だあっ！」

Inosuke “Unnyai! Ora! Daa!”

炭治郎「あっ！」

Tanjiro “A!”

伊之助「ついてきやがれ子分共!! よっしゃあー！爆裂覚醒(ばくれつかくせい)！猪突猛進！伊之助様のお通りじゃアアア!!」

Inosuke “Tsuite-kiyagare Kobun-domo!! Yosshaaaa! Bakuretsu-kakusei! Chototsu-Moshin! Inosuke-samano otoorijaaaa!!”

Inosuke “Follow me, damn minions! All right! Explosive Awakening! Comin’ through! Lord Inosuke’s comin’ through!”

伊之助「獣の呼吸・伍ノ牙。狂い裂き!!!」

Inosuke “Kedamonono Kokyu, Gono Kiba. Kurui-Zaki!!!”

Inosuke “Beast Breathing, Fifth Fang… Crazy Cutting!”

伊之助「嘴平伊之助様が通るぞォオ！」

Inosuke “Hashibira Inosuke-samgaga tooruzooo!”

Inosuke “Lord Inosuke Hashibira is comin’ through!”

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大正コソコソ噂話/Taisho Koso-koso Uwasa-banashi/Taisho Secret

炭治郎「伊之助、よく来てくれた！」

Tanjiro “Inosuke, yoku kite-kureta!”

Tanjiro “Inosuke, I’m so glad you’re here!”

伊之助「当たり前だ。俺は親分だからな」

Inosuke “Atari-maeda. Orewa oyabun dakarana.”

Inosuke “Of course I came! I’m the boss, you know!”

炭治郎「ここで大正コソコソ噂話。伊之助の鎹鴉の名前はどんぐり丸。いつも伊之助の近くにいるのですが、伊之助に食べられそうになったので、今は上手に気配を消しているらしいですよ」

Tanjiro “Kodode Taisho koso-koso uwasa-banashi. Inosukeno Kasugai-Garasuno namaewa Donguri-maru. Itsumo Inosukeno chikakuni iruno-desuga, Inosukeni taberare-soni natta-node, imawa jozuni kehai’o keshite-iru-rashii-desuyo.”

Tanjiro “Now, it’s time for a Taisho-era secret! Inosuke’s Kasugai Crow is named Dongurimaru. He’s always by Inosuke’s side, but he nearly got eaten by him, so now I hear that he’s staying invisible!”

炭治郎「伊之助、頼りにしてるぞ」

Tanjiro “Inosuke, tayorini shiteruzo.”

Tanjiro “Inosuke, I’m really counting on you!”

伊之助「子分が偉そうに言うんじゃねえ！」

Inosuke “Kobunga era-soni iunja nee!”

Inosuke “Don’t be so bossy! You’re just an underling!”

炭治郎「やっぱり伊之助がいてくれると心強いな」

Tanjiro “Yappari Inosukega ite-kureruto kokoro-zuyoina.”

Tanjiro “You make me feel so secure when you’re around, Inosuke!”

伊之助「ホワホワ…」

Inosuke “Howa-howa…”

伊之助「俺をホワホワさせんじゃねえ！行くぞ紋次郎！」

Inosuke “Ore’o howa-howa sasenja nee! Ikuzo Monjiro!”

Inosuke “Don’t make me feel so warm and fuzzy! Let’s go, Monjiro!”

炭治郎「ああ！次回、第五話『前へ』」

Tanjiro “Aa! Jikai, dai-gowa, ‘Mae’e’.

Tanjiro “Right! Next, Episode 5, ‘Move Forward!’”

(Continue to Episode 5)

#demon slayer #demon slayer romaji #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer script #kimetsu english #kimetsu romaji #鬼滅　英語　学習 #learning japanese #kny #japan

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kaerran · 1 year ago

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#17: (you pick!) [Understanding]

[i realized i had some thoughts about the start of gridania so uh…… have a fragment from the very beginning of fic. i still don't have a time travel mechanism though. things don't EXACTLY match the intro this time because alphi wasn't really travelling anyway. also i forgot how STUPID and mood whiplash this intro is;;]

Alphinaud sat up and shook his head to clear the cobwebs from his mind. He didn't remember doing anything particularly untoward, but since he couldn't recall how he got to the middle of the Black Shroud, he was clearly forgetting something.

A noise from overhead caught his attention.

As he looked up, two people vaulted themselves from an airship on fire careening through the canopy. Alphinaud pushed himself upright, and dashed over to lend some aid, only to pause when he saw who they were.

Why were Papalymo and Lyse doing here?

He shook off his unease and approached just as Lyse sat up and groaned. There was something… off about her.

Then Papalymo sat up and made the most inane observation Alphinaud had ever heard him make, and Alphinaud was forced to assume they were disoriented from the fall.

And then Lyse spoke and Alphinaud realized he'd made an incorrect assumption. That was not Lyse. Her voice was different, and even at the height of Lyse's imitation of Yda, she'd never sounded so…

Wait.

Papalymo. And someone who was probably Yda.

How had he managed to time travel? Qahs'a was the one who'd had experience in this!

At that point, the noise that Alphinaud made walking up finally attracted the two Archons' attention, and Alphinaud watched Papalymo's expression change as he came to his own conclusion.

Before Papalymo and Yda could continue their… argument, Alphinaud decided to butt in. "Perhaps we should move along to a slightly less disturbed part of the Shroud," he suggested.

"See?" Yda proclaimed. "He is a psychopomp!"

Before Papalymo could respond to that particular inane comment, a growl from behind stole Alphinaud's attention. He spun on his heel, flipped his nouliths into position, and flung a shield in front of the approaching jackals.

One whined as it bounced off. Papalymo inhaled and said, "Well, you've got better reflexes with those than your father ever did."

"I… wouldn't know?" Alphinaud said weakly. "Can we perhaps discuss this after we've managed to get away from the pack? I'm worried about what other attention we might have attracted."

Papalymo sighed. Yda made some scuffling noises as she stood, and said, "Wait, who's his father? Do I know him?"

"We have other concerns," Papalymo gritted out as the two of them edged towards the passage away from the clearing. Alphinaud held the shield as long as he could, waiting until the jackals made another failed charge before dropping it and bolting after them.

"Why are we running?" he heard from Yda, up ahead.

"Do you really want to enrage the elementals by insisting on fighting an entire pack of jackals?" Alphinaud called back before whirling and placing a shield just long enough to stun the jackals again.

He heard a groan from her, but no other complaints.

[and they don't fight the jackals and that doesn't wake the treant but the moogles have to calm the jackals instead and the wood wailers appreciate that these weirdo outsiders are Trying not to bring the greenwrath down on themselves, and e-sumi-yan is just ok this was not what was originally communicated to me but this works. hey foretold outsiders how's it going. and alphinaud and papalymo never get around to TALKING about who alphi clearly is. alphi gets to keep his nouliths because fourche must have been a sage before this period of time and also i don't think he's got his book anymore]

#ffxiv #qahs'a jaab #ffxivwrite2023

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casualjacobwrites · 1 year ago

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FFXIV Write 2023 Prompt #5 - Barbarous

OK, so, not many people know this, but I have a lot of alts. A lot. I'm almost at max capacity on my main server (Brynhildr). Ahem, anyway, this one is my non-WoL OC Garaile Folant.

Bare bones basic backstory: as a child he was a student of the Conjurer's Guild, but he joined his soul with a voidsent after a violent bandit attack so that he could both live and avenge his family. Upon learning what he'd done and what he'd become, Brother E-Sumi-Yan banished him from the guild and The Shroud. Garaile ends up in Ul'dah and uses his new powers to basically become a small crime boss (over years). Essentially he is both a White Mage and a Reaper (with a bit of nuance to the idea of what a Reaper is). There's more to it, but that's the gist.

Anyway, here's a scene where Garaile comes back to The Shroud for an important reason that requires he speaks to E-Sumi-Yan. Emotional conversation ensues. Word Count: 1790

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Garaile waited under the Guardian Tree for E-Sumi-Yan. He'd sent no invitation nor had he told a soul where to find him, but he knew as soon as his feet crossed the threshold into The Shroud the forest itself would alert the Hearers.

“It's not enough you ignore my edict to stay away from Gridania, now you profane our most sacred tree with your presence?” E-Sumi-Yan's small figure appeared at the edge of the shadows cast by the tree's boughs.

“What choice did I have after you so rudely ignored my many requests for an audience?” Though he carried a staff on his back, Garaile held up his hands in a gesture of peace. He doubted E-Sumi-Yan would resort to violence, but he knew well enough that the conjurer was held in high esteem by the Shroud's elementals. If they thought he might threaten the eldest Padjal, Garaile could easily find himself dead. Of course, he also knew The Shroud still favored him, too. Not that he'd ever get the conjurers or E-Sumi-Yan to admit it.

E-Sumi-Yan tucked his hands behind his back and took a brazen step closer to Garaile. “You have my attention, but I suggest you choose your words with care. The Guardian Tree does not tolerate fools.”

Garaile glanced over his shoulder at the massive trunk of the ancient tree. When he turned his attention back to E-Sumi-Yan, he wore a mocking grin. “Careful what you speak, Brother. As old as you are, you're not immune to mistakes.” His grin widened when he noted the way the smaller man's jaw clenched. It was nice to know he could still get under the guildmaster's skin. Despite this, he couldn't revel in his joy for too long. He did have a legitimate reason to trouble E-Sumi-Yan and it would be better not to test his patience.

Clearing his throat he dropped his hands. “There's a child that's come into my care in Ul'dah.”

E-Sumi-Yan barely contained his derisive snort. “What, was it too sickly for your demon to consume?”

Now the muscles in Garaile's jaw twitched. He bit back a retort and continued with his story. “She's orphaned.”

“A common theme in Ul'dah or so I hear. Why tell me about her?”

“She's gifted. Like I was.” For the first time since the conversation started, Garaile couldn't bring himself to meet E-Sumi-Yan's eyes. “She heard the elementals calling her.”

E-Sumi-Yan went still. A breeze pushed through the two of them. It could have been coincidence, but Garaile didn't think so. The Padjal cocked his head slightly as if to hear better. “You mean when you brought her to The Shroud she heard them?”

Garaile shook his head. “No. She heard them from Ul'dah. It was only for a moment, but I believe if you allow her here, she will be welcomed.”

The guildmaster considered him for a moment, turned to his side and began to walk a slow circle around Garaile. “And how do you know she heard them?”

He wanted to say, “Because I heard them too,” but the words died on his lips before he could voice them. No matter what evidence he could give, the elder would never believe him. Garaile was too tainted, too infused with darkness. Instead he opted for a different tactic. “I know what it's like when a conjurer hears them. You can see it in their eyes.”

E-Sumi-Yan nodded as though he bought the lie. “And what were you doing when it happened?”

Garaile hesitated. Here was the tricky part. If he admitted he had healed her with his magic, E-Sumi-Yan might deny little Kaia admittance to the guild by claiming she was tainted. Getting her into Gridania was paramount, he knew that deep down in his bones. Not to mention that Briar and the others would never forgive him if he screwed the girl's chance at a far better life. “We were talking about her parents and about her dreams. Since she lost them, she's felt a pull, but she didn't understand it.”

It was the truth, though not the entire truth. He'd felt the elementals connect to her through his magic. While he might be a pariah to guild, he could still feel his connection to The Shroud itself. In his heart, it was still his home.

E-Sumi-Yan stared at him for what seemed like ages. It became so quiet Garaile could hear the leaves rustling overhead and the gentle babble of a nearby brook. “Bring her to Nophica's Altar,” he said at long last. Reaching into his robes he produced a small square of parchment and offered it to Garaile.

Upon reading the neatly lettered script, annoyance rose within. It was a permission slip to show the guards so he could enter into Nophica's Altar. Everything was filled out with his name and dates. He spun round to the guildmaster. “You already knew?”

With a smirk, E-Sumi-Yan pointed upward at the canopy. “Maybe you aren't as deaf as I thought, but I've been listening for centuries. I've known you were skirting the edges of The Shroud for a week now.”

“Then why didn't you grant me an audience?”

The Padjal shrugged. “I wanted to see what you'd do to get my attention. I also wanted to see how the elementals would react to your presence.”

“And?”

“I'm...intrigued,” he admitted. “You're not perceived as a threat and yet I can still feel the darkness inside you. I see the void behind your eyes and see it in your soul.” He shook his head. “Bring the girl, but soon as I test her, you'll have to leave her behind.” With that he began to walk back towards Gridania.

For a moment Garaile remained quiet, but he couldn't completely keep decades worth of anger at bay. “I was a child!”

E-Sumi-Yan stopped and turned his head to the side. “I know.”

“What was I supposed to do?” Emotion swelled inside his chest and his hands clenched into fists. “I was scared and alone!” The Padjal's head dropped. He didn't move when Garaile stepped towards him. “No one came to my aide. The elementals...they didn't respond to me. I was dying.”

“I know,” E-Sumi-Yan repeated in a much quieter voice. “Death is part of life. To them, it was part of the natural order.”

“Natural order? My parents were slaughtered and I was nearly disemboweled. What is natural about that?”

“You could have said no.”

“And I would have died!”

At last E-Sumi-Yan turned to face him, his eyes burning with righteous anger. “So? Better dead than becoming the abomination you are.” He pointed his finger at Garaile's chest. “You had so much promise. This forest loved you as its own son and would have mourned your death. You speak of slaughter and wonder why you were given no mercy? Yet what did you do to the men who killed your parents? What do you call that barbarous act? What of the countless souls you've let that monster devour since?” He rose to the balls of his feet to make himself taller in order to get closer to Garaile's face.

“The truth is perhaps the elementals left you to die because they knew you'd answer that voidsent's call. They knew that no matter your promise or your power, you were too selfish to accept their judgment.” He paused and appeared to collect himself. Taking a step back and a breath, he said, “I mourn the loss of the child I knew. I've watched so many innocents die far too soon without rhyme or reason. It's impossible for mortals like us to truly understand why. As conjurers and hearers, we shouldn't question the designs of the elementals. It's by their grace we are allowed to live and thrive under their boughs. If we start to deny them, we will perish. You are not any more important than any other who suffered at the hands of others. I had no choice but to send you away.”

Garaile's eyes burned with unshed tears. The rage had given way to grief, both for E-Sumi-Yan's words and for the life he'd once had. “I won't argue that what I did was right. I was so young and death too frightening to comprehend. When help was offered, I didn't question it. Despite what you believe, I do understand why you rebuked me.” His voice caught as he gazed skyward. “As much as I wish it weren't so, I can't stay here. The elementals may still respond to me, but I'm not foolish enough to believe that means they accept me as they once did.” He barked a mirthless laugh.

“I know you want to hear me say I regret my choice, and I'm sorry that I can't say I do. You've had spies watch me and you've heard the stories about me from Ul'dah. I won't lie and tell you that I'm not every bit the monster you fear I am.”

“No,” E-Sumi-Yan interrupted. “You're not. The fact you can stand under this tree is proof of that, never mind that you risked mine and the Shroud's wrath to come her for the sake of another.”

Garaile blinked, a little surprised to hear his former teacher condone him rather than condemn. “She deserves a chance.”

“So did you,” the Padjal said. “I'm sorry I couldn't give it to you. You had a choice, yes, but it was a choice you shouldn't have had to make.”

For several heartbeats, Garaile wasn't sure how to respond. Over the course of several decades the two of them had shared an antagonistic relationship and now it felt awkward that both of them had admitted their mistakes. He cleared his throat. “I, uh, thank you for that.”

“I won't ever say it again,” he replied with a wry smile. “Make sure to tell Madelle the girl's measurements so we can find her a proper robe.” He turned to leave again only to stop. “And before you arrive, take her to find her first cane. I'm sure you'll be able to guide her.”

Once again rendered speechless, Garaile could only stare as E-Sumi-Yan disappeared into The Shroud. A strong breeze pushed through the trees carrying with it a faint whisper.

We remember you, child.

It was so brief he wondered if he'd truly heard it. Ultimately he decided he was better off not questioning it. He had to get back to Kaia and take her to find her first cane, the one she'd use after being accepted into the guild just as he had done many years prior.

“May she never have to make the choice I did,” Garaile said to the empty air. He hoped the elementals heard his plea this time.

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #CasualJacob's writing

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brucebocchi · 2 months ago

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oh btw i have reasons for every single one of these:

Cowboys/Dojima: Incapable of accepting that what they once loved will never return to them, forever indulging in escapism and unwilling to face what's in front of them

Giants/Mitsuru: Stodgy, from old money, completely unaware of how the world around them actually works in this day and age

Eagles/Haru: fuck da police

Commanders/Sumi: "You know, Senpai, the old name was actually a tribute to Native Americans, they never should've changed it, I'm gonna keep calling them the Re-"

Bears/Akechi: S U F F E R I N G (also this work by gimmie20dollas that has become my entire personality)

Lions/Kanji: Hard nosed, smash mouth football, duh (actually he thought the Hawaiian Blue color was super cute but he'd never tell you that)

Packers/Morgana: Zero innate understanding of how anything works outside of their own milieu, arrogance hiding insurmountable insecurities, I hope they both die

Vikings/Ann: It's a common headcanon that she's part Scandinavian, so this was an easy one. Just don't tell her about 1998

Falcons/Makoto: No matter the accolades, no matter the talent, no matter the devoted fanbase, both will always and forever be mid (I'm so sorry Makoto I love you)

Panthers/Yusuke: Prone to rash, irresponsible decisions that will leave them impoverished for ages to come; in desperate need of leadership

Saints/Sojiro: What is gumbo but Cajun curry?

Bucs/Ryuji: Pirates. I didn't think any further than that and neither did he

Cardinals/Futaba: Kyler Murray is a gamer and Futaba thinks that's swell

Rams/Rise: Glitz, glamor, and mortgaging your future for short term glory. It's the idol way

Niners/Naoto: Naoto saw that little man Brock Purdy rise to greatness and got gender envy. And what better place for that than San Francisco

Seahawks/Chie: Found out about the Legion of Boom a dozen years ago and thought it was the coolest shit ever

Bills/Yu: Exudes DGAF energy but barely beneath the surface is nothing but passion and loyalty. Also Bills fans all have sister complexes

Dolphins/Fuuka: As we all know, Fuuka has a deep compassion for her team and profound technical knowledge, but can't cook for shit. Just like having Mike McDaniel for a coach

Patriots/Akihiko: Much like the Brady/Belichick years Akihiko is defined by a borderline-psychotic infatuation with always improving, always staying on top, and always finding a made-up mental hurdle to climb. Also he just gives me New Englander vibes. He'd probably call you a slur

Jets/Yosuke: Much-deserved suffering.

Ravens/Ren: Much like the city of Baltimore, Ren gives off a goofy, theatrical vibe that can sometimes overshadow his innate toughness and loyalty. Unlike Ray Lewis, though, he doesn't deserve to have a criminal record

Bengals/Shinjiro: Hardscrabble, rough history, both barely surviving on meager funds

Browns/Teddie: He found out about Deshaun Watson and liked the cut of his jib

Steelers/Yukari: Always serviceable and more than a little mean, though clinging desperately to the past to avoid the pain of the present

Texans/Kawakami: A life of exhaustion, malaise, and zero forward momentum while drowning in debt is almost as depressing as having to be in Houston. Also I just really wanted to photoshop her with a Lone Star

Colts/Door-kun: Makoto doesn't care, and what better team to not care about than the Colts? Folks,

Jaguars/Junpei: Junpei is basically Jason Mendoza

Titans/Aigis: Technically sound, maybe, but wildly incompetent in most other regards. Titan Up, as they say

Broncos/Adachi: Years of abject mediocrity after trying to make something of yourself, desperately clawing to any shred of normalcy or relevance, would drive anyone to madness and sociopathy. Also Adachi is there

Chiefs/Yukiko: Red offensive powerhouses stick together, I guess. Definitely killed a guy

Raiders/Kotone: A yawning, bleak emptiness just beneath the surface. May have fans still, sure, but long forgotten by just about everyone else

Chargers/Zenkichi: Became a fan when they were in San Diego and has foregone all dignity to continue supporting them. Once again, a loved one escapes his life and he finds himself looking backward, chasing after a past that will never return to him.

Persona characters as football fans

this is my magnum opus

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sezja · 2 years ago

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Aethersup, part 8 (Epilogue)

Previously: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Gridania. How strange it feels, after so long alone, to once more be surrounded by people - people who watch Sanson out of the corners of their eyes, curious, but too polite to interrogate him. For now. The truth is a tightly-held secret, kept by the Seedseers and the handful of trusted men Jehantel had led into the heart of Amdapor - he swears they’ll not breathe a word of it, and Guydelot trusts his mentor. And Sanson trusts Guydelot, as he must.

As far as the people of Gridania know, Sanson Smyth has been held captive in Amdapor all these years, as much a victim as any of the others taken there against their will. A powerful voidsent held them there, the story goes, and it has been defeated - and now Gridania and the Twelveswood are safe, and need never fear abduction again.

It makes a pleasant story.

“I wish…” Sanson says, as Guydelot’s song winds to a close, the last note left to ring in the air. “I wish I could speak to them; to those I stole away before. If I could make amends…”

“That’d put the lie to our tale, wouldn’t it?” Setting the harp aside, Guydelot tugs Sanson close, watching the stars come out over the city. “They don’t remember a thing, Sanson. You know I went looking for ‘em? Those still here in Gridania, anyhow - at best, they remember bits and pieces of that room in Amdapor, but for most of ‘em, it just feels like a bad dream.”

Sanson shakes his head. “You remembered all when you saw me again. Perhaps if they…”

Guydelot nuzzles his ear, pitching his voice low and soft, turning Sanson’s knees to water. “I figure that’s the power of true love.”

Briefly dizzy, Sanson very much wants to believe it.

But he laughs, a little breathless. “‘Twas likely Brother E-Sumi-Yan’s efforts at dispelling the barrier that weakened it.”

“Spoilsport.” But the bard grins, standing and offering his hand. “Right. I swore I’d have you back before it got too late, and I won’t have it said I ran off with the Seedseers’ patient, eh?”

It’s an odd sort of arrangement, Sanson thinks, as they begin the walk back to the conjurers’ guild. He is not a prisoner, as such, but he cannot rightly be called free - not while he remains a voidsent; not while he must still draw aether from others to live. The Seedseers seem convinced they may somehow separate the voidsent within him from the mortal body it inhabits, and he finds he must cling to the hope they’re correct. Though what will become of him - or rather, what he will become - he doesn’t dare think about for long; will he even recognize himself?

Will Guydelot?

He has been reintroduced to his family, a reunion as overwhelming for them as it was for him - he recalls them now, ever-so-slightly, aided by the memories unburied by Guydelot’s songs. It is those memories which give the Seedseers hope, they claim; that the memories remain to be dredged up from the depths of his mind at all suggest the soul of Sanson Smyth remains as well, there to be unearthed and restored. For now, they recommend spending time in familiar places, reacquainting himself with his family (who have been given an abbreviated version of the truth; they know only that there is an ailment involving his aether, and for now, he must remain in the Seedseers’ care). And, of course, spending time with Guydelot, whose songs seem to stir the dormant soul within.

“What do you suppose they’ll do if they cannot cure me?” He asks, walking arm-in-arm with Guydelot - quietly enough to not be overheard.

The bard shrugs, seemingly unconcerned. “Keep trying, I reckon. They’ve a cure for tempering now - why not a cure for what ails you, too?”

“Your optimism is truly boundless.”

“Not usually,” Guydelot admits, grinning down at him. “But hells, we’ve come this far - might as well see it though ‘til the end.”

They walk on in companionable silence, while Sanson wills himself to hope. After all, is he not even now standing in the heart of Gridania once more, when once he expected he would spend his entire life trapped within Amdapor? Even the few trappings of his life there have been brought back out into the light once more: a home is being prepared for him, he’s been assured, where his garden may thrive beneath a sporeless sky - the work has been entrusted to a skilled botanist while he ‘convalesces.’ A strange reward for his predations, but Sanson finds himself moved by the gesture nevertheless. And the thought of a home, waiting for him when he is at last ready to begin his life anew… and the man here beside him, waiting to begin that life with him.

Yes, he wants to hope, in spite of everything.

They return to his room in the guild, a room set aside for patients requiring intensive care from the conjurers - for what is he, if not a special patient? The room is not meant for two, but given the Seedseers’ advice, the conjurers have not seen fit to usher Guydelot away at night… and the bard is in no great hurry to leave. It’s a peculiar sort of domesticity, too sterile to be intimate, but Sanson takes heart from Guydelot’s presence all the same - in a very strange way, this little infirmary room feels more like home than the sprawling ancient archive ever had, and that sense of home is all bound up in Guydelot Thildonnet.

He watches the bard undress for the night; the casual grace in it.

I believed I would lose this, he reminds himself. Yet here he is, despite everything…

“Guydelot,” he says, quietly. “Guydelot, what will you do if curing me… changes me?”

The bard pauses, midway through tugging his shirt over his head. He peers at Sanson above the tangled fabric, blinking quizically. “Eh?”

“What if I am the voidsent, after all,” he continues. “What if the part of me you know, the part of me you love, is gone after the Seedseers’ work is complete? What if I don’t remember you when it’s over? What if-”

“Shh.” Guydelot tosses his shirt aside, hurrying over to place a finger over Sanson’s lips, silencing him. “The way I reckon it, you’re you, and whatever comes out of this is gonna be at least a little bit you, Sanson. If you don’t remember me, or if you’re a little bit different, that’s fine.” He leans in, brushing their lips together in the briefest of kisses. “I don’t mind having to fall in love with you again.”

It helps.

Sanson smiles, resting his forehead against Guydelot’s, content for the moment simply to have him close.

“We should rest,” he says, quiet. “They mean to… interview me tomorrow, regarding the events that led to my creation.” And for that, he will require as much energy as he can muster; he does not look forward to it, but any clues that may lead to the unravelling of the rituals that made him thus…

“Aye.” Guydelot trails gentle fingers over Sanson’s cheek. “Do you need aether?”

This part of the arrangement cannot be avoided; Sanson still requires aether - and though the guild has its own ways of replenishing the vampire’s aether, staving off the worst of the hunger pangs, still nothing fills the need quite the same way a living mortal’s aether does. To that end, Guydelot remains a willing volunteer, quick to offer, without the vampire ever needing to ask. He does not need to draw so deeply anymore, not with starvation kept well away, but…

“Perhaps a bit,” he admits, regretting the need. But he will require as much energy as possible for tomorrow’s ordeal, and today’s walk through the whole of Gridania, with the eyes of every stranger they passed upon him, has taken its toll. Being out in public is a heavy drain in itself… but he’d not trade away a second of his time with Guydelot, no matter the cost.

At least the feeding is more comfortable now.

They settle into bed together, Sanson nestled into the curve of Guydelot’s side, where he fits. He winds an arm across Guydelot’s chest - skin on skin; all he needs. “I begin to suspect you enjoy this,” he teases, letting his fingers trace the bard’s collarbones.

Guydelot snorts, running his own hand down Sanson’s side, coming to rest at his hip. “Don’t know what you mean. I’m the soul of generosity.”

“Or perhaps you just like that it puts you to sleep so swiftly.”

“Or maybe I just like you better when you’re all warm and soft,” Guydelot says, reaching further down and pulling Sanson’s leg over his own, squeezing his thigh for emphasis. “I like my vampire sweet, fat, and happy, that’s all.”

It makes Sanson laugh, and he presses a quick kiss to the bard’s shoulder to quell that laughter; may the fool never stop being half so ridiculous.

“I do love you,” he says, as he begins drawing aether, slowly. Gently. “Whatever our future holds, and whether or not I remain a part of it… I do love you, Guydelot. Remember that, come what may.”

“Aye,” Guydelot replies, nestling his cheek against Sanson’s hair. “And I love you. Don’t you forget it… come what may.”

#sanson smyth #guydelot thildonnet #my writing #aethersup #aaaaaaand we're done!#thank you so much <3 <3

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