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[turtleations]

HIDE Inspiration Talk 50 (# 24 - 26) - Translation

Eyeball

The first ring with an eyeball-motive that I bought was from a ring shop in New York, where the uncle from the shop said, “This artificial eye belonged to a terribly unlucky person, so if you wear it, you will be free from misfortune from now on,” so I bought it and put it on. I don’t know if he was lying or speaking the truth, though. I started collecting them afterwards. I’m into gross accessories. Because when Gene Simmons wore a scorpion bracelet and a spider ring, I thought, “Oh, cool!”

UFO

When I was a child, I thought of space as the place where the so called monster graveyard that made whirring noises from Ultraman, Alien Baltan and the like was (laughs). There was a period when I was engrossed with UFOs. Starting when I read the book of Yaoi Junichi [*1935, journalist specializing in UFOs], I thought, “Aliens exist for sure. The Soviet Union and the US are covering it up!” I said, “There is a base on the moon. The VIPs are migrating there one after the other,” and made the others read the book as well (laughs).

When I was in elementary school, we would also go looking for UFOs. We’d meet on our bicycles, go up the mountain, and make a base that we filled with anything connected to UFOs. There, on a flat open place nearby, we would all hand-in-hand say, “Venturer, Venturer, space people”*, and “Won’t you come here?”, all bringing our cameras with us (laughs).

[*) A chant commonly used to summon a UFO from out of nowhere. The translation “Venturer” is an educated guess made by me, picked as the most sensible, though not the most obvious choice for transcribing the word ベントラ. I have been unable to find an official transcribtion.]

[On a different note, this is the only quote from the collection that has an actual line break in it, so I suspect that those two paragraphs were taken from different interviews.]

America

When I was a child, I thought of the US as the country where KISS lives. Now it’s a place that’s good for music production. That said, I only know L.A.. Music aside, I’d call it a city of zones. Whether it’s for work or for fun, there is a certain degree of division into zones, which allows you to tell which areas are dangerous and which are safe. Therefore, although it is a functional city, you could also call it a cold city.

[suenitos]

i’ve always felt sooo soft about the third it takes two stream when dream was stressed about work and he said he was taking time out of his busy day to play and have some fun and george goes “well…maybe you need it!” he loves dream so much

his baby forever...

[ranbling]

I need 911 to do a bottle episode combined with a hostage situation

Majority of the 118 gets taken hostage in the firehouse, but one of them ( Eddie) is not in yet, running late for some reason and then they'll have to wait outside while Athena is trying to dissolve the situation

Also Buck doing something stupid to alert Eddie to stay outside

[lettuce-from-the-spruce-forest]

ReNether 1.0 development is finishing pretty much as soon as mcreator updates

If anyone wants to shoot an idea my way before things wrap up send one over :>

[burning-brightly]

omg.

Lils walked up to the counter and text-to-speeched:

"i am here to sign up for the hot dog eating."

And the big guy at the counter was all "sorry kid. you had to register last week to join the contest."

And on any other day, this is where Lils probably goes "oh okay" and leaves. Except it looks like she really wants to eat hot dogs en masse today because she gives him the thousand-yard stare which makes him visibly nervous before she responds with:

"we were not told. there are hot dogs. i am here to eat."

And this 6'+ tall guy just looks dumbfounded at the assertiveness of 5' tall gloomy girl, knowing that she is not going anywhere. And he looks at the rest of us as if asking for help - and obviously finding none - before looking back at Lils.

"Uhh. I...I gotta talk to the manager."

After a minute or two, he drags his manager over. And the manager takes one look at all our uniforms, probably recognizing we're from the fancy prep school nearby, and decides that it's not worth the trouble arguing with a bunch of rich spoiled brats.

Manager just nudges at big guy, "Just let her participate. How many hot dogs do you really think she's going to eat?"

lol

Anyway, big guy hands us a bunch of "Hello, My Name is: " stickers - and I generously fill in the name "Lils" on it while Lils puts her name on the already filled-up board adding her name to the end with black marker.

Entry secured!

[shivunin]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag, @dungeons-and-dragon-age!

I'm working on a Fenhawke thing currently. It's sort of themed around this quote, which I adore:

and skipping between the act 3 romance scene and post-Inquisition (their two reunions).

Dreams could not capture the sheer immediacy of her, the precise texture of the skin at the back of her neck, nor the way her breath caught when he stroked his thumb across her palm. Even so, Fenris asked himself again and again if this was a dream. How could it be real? He had wanted this for so long and… “Hawke,” he said, breaking away only enough to speak.  When she blinked at him, her eyes were languorous and soft and deep. Fenris leaned forward again at once, pulling her back against him, drunk on her mouth and her eyes. It was foolish; he’d intended to say—something. No, it didn’t matter right now. 

“Fenris,” she murmured several minutes later, and he trailed kisses over her cheekbone and jaw while she caught her breath. The taste of her—how had he forgotten? When he nipped the skin at her jaw, she shivered against him. He would have kissed her again at the sensation, but she turned her face away.  “Yes,” he said, gathering himself. He did not quite manage to make it a question.  “Were you going to say something?” she asked, half-laughing, and he leaned his forehead against hers. “Or did you just want to say my name?” He did want to say her name, over and over again like a chant, as if saying it would keep her here, as if speaking it aloud meant something entirely different now. Perhaps it did.  “Maria,” he said, quiet, for he’d thought of her name as often and as privately as he’d thought of the way her lips had felt. Hawke closed her eyes and sucked in a breath at the sound of it, and for a moment he thought he had erred. But… “Say it again,” she murmured.  From the moment she’d stood from the bench—or he’d half-pulled her from it—they’d been standing before the fire, too distracted by each other to sit or move. Fenris pulled her with him now, leaning back against the table and waiting for her to join him there. She relaxed against him, filling every empty space he left for her, and Fenris traced her cheek with his fingertips before speaking again.  “Maria,” he said again. “Maria. You are here.” “Here I am,” she agreed, dark eyelashes closing over her lovely eyes. Look at me, he wanted to say to her, as he’d wanted to say ever since that night.  But now was not the time. “What now?” he asked instead.  Instead of answering, she angled her head to the side and kissed his jaw, achingly careful and very, very slow. After the first kiss, she gave him a second, then a third, rising from the hard bone at his jaw to the swell of his cheek. Fenris held still for her, but he did not realize that he was holding his breath until she eased back again.  “Alright,” she said, so solemnly that he straightened to attention. He needn’t have bothered. “There you are. That’s my contribution. Now what?” Fenris blinked, then rolled his eyes upward.  “Hawke…” “There it is!” she said, grinning, and added in a scowling, gravelly imitation of his own voice. “Hawke.” Fenris grasped her hips and pulled her to him, kissing her again and again, somewhat more difficult while she was laughing at him. He persisted nonetheless, until her laughing petered off to soft noises instead. He nudged her nose with his, stealing one last kiss before he pulled away.  “You knew what I meant.” “Did I?”  “You did,” he said, narrowing his eyes. “Unless—you have no thoughts on the matter.” “I have plenty of thoughts,” she told him solemnly, “just ask poor Sebastian. He’s heard enough of them to fill a thousand volumes.” Fenris snorted, but he was searching her face even as he reacted. Hawke was avoiding the question; she only ever did this when she didn’t want to talk about something.  Very well. He would speak first. They’d come this far, had they not?

I feel like I've called in everyone for the tag game today, so I'm gonna keep the list very short this time and just tag @greypetrel @star--nymph and (genuinely!) anybody else who wants in!

[fisherrprince]

i adore so much how ven and vani have become your characters. i cant help but think of your little guys when i think abt them now.

IM GLAD SOMEONE LIKES IT I FEAR OFTEN THAT IM WAGGING SOME GUYS AROUND AS IF THEY ARE MINE WHEN THEY ARE NOT

[liaprime]

Joke time!

What do you call a Sith Lord with joint pain? ... Darth Ritis!

[mirkwoodest]

gay asf to be knighted. you're kneeling in front of another man? and for what?

[minetowalkonglass]

rip castiel and jack supernatural you should have gotten to make a casette with sabrina carpenter's nonsense with an extra long blank outro to make up your own

[shinobicyrus]

Here's your daily reminder that calling large language models and generative algorithms "AI" is purely a marketing gimmick to trick people into thinking the technology is more advanced than it actually is. People don't think the predictive text on their phones is all that impressive, but call it AI? Now companies want to replace their entire customer service staff with it.

It's all just a trick. It's been nothing but a trick. Microsoft and Musk and OpenAI have burned through billions of dollars of cash to develop the most advanced predictive text chatbots ever, trained on an Internet's worth of stolen data, and now they want a return on their "investment" so they're making it all our problem.

Also, every time Musk brings up the "AI Apocalypse" or Sam Altman drops some "Skynet" comment, that's another tactic to trick people into taking their product seriously (i.e., invoking sci-fi Artificial Intelligence to associate with their dumb chatbots), and also invites the government to regulate their "dangerous" product. This both legitimizes their industry (built on stolen data) and allows them to write their own rules, because who else understands their "AI" more than they do?

It also perpetuates a new Cold War with China, who are also developing this kind of technology. Now this new "AI Industry" is getting hooked into the multi-trillion dollar military-industrial complex. Israel is already pioneering a new level of automation where computers select targets for the IDF to bomb in Gaza, with little human oversight.

It's all a fucking scam to make a handful of people who already have all the money even more money and to add another layer of tech alienation to insulate those in power from the responsibility of their bad actions.

'Cause y'know, if they automate all of the decision making, now nothing is anyone's fault 🤷‍♂️.

[vivedotpng]

What is the most annoying move in PMD and why is it Pluck?

[slonkinjorts]

Death note is toxic pre transition yuri

[gay-dorito-dust]

I'm here with a Wuthering Waves request.

Could I request Jiyan with a s/o who likes talking about how pretty and handsome he is?

‘Look at you,’ you said softly as you held his face within your hands, fingertips caressing his skin as though it was made out of porcelain, while your gaze was transfixed on the many shades that made up his gorgeous eyes that always seemed to be set in a glare or deep thought. ‘Beautiful.’

Jiyan thought that after a while he would’ve gotten use to your honeyed words of sincerity and soft touches, however the general has found himself melting under your adoring gaze more times then he’d like to admit. With him being General it didn’t leave much room for you two to spend much time together, so when you do spend some time together Jiyan tries his hardest to make every second count as reconciliation for how often he’s away performing his duties.

You on the other hand didn’t mind it, sure it got lonely now and then but you’d always remind yourself that when your beloved general does come home from the battlefield, you got the opportunity to show just how much you appreciated him. You knew what you were getting into when you accepted his affections and became his partner, and as his partner it was your duty to take his mind off of his duties and bring about a sense of normality to his life.

‘Is there a reason you’re complimenting me?’ Jiyan asked, righting his hardest to not close his eyes upon feeling your fingertips caress his jaw in a way made every thought escape his head until all he could think of was how careful you were being with him.

‘I’m merely telling the truth my dear general, you are indeed a handsome man to gaze upon.’ You replied smiling warmly at him.

‘Is that why I always catch you looking at me as often as you do when I’m training?’ Jiyan raises his brow knowingly as you could only feel your cheeks flush at being caught but your couldn’t help it, you loved seeing your partner train as you got to watch him in his element and fall even more in love with him then you already had.

‘Guilty as charged,’ you chuckled as you pressed a kiss to his nose, ‘though I will not be made ashamed in watching my beloved general look ethereal and heavenly even when he’s working up a sweat.’ You added shamelessly.

Jiyan tightened his hold on your waist and pulled you in close. ‘You truly are a troublesome one aren’t you my love.’

‘Am I worth the trouble General?’ You asked him, looking deeply into those captivating eyes that you longed to look into their seemingly endless depths of pure gold forever.

‘You are indeed worth it and much more, it is I that should be asking you that question.’ Jiyan said as he recalled the important dates that he had missed due to his duties as general, he knew you didn’t resent him one bit for it, but that didn’t mean he himself had forgiven for missing out on the most important days of your life together.

You furrowed your brows as you saw a look of guilt and remorse cast over his face and you immeditly moved into action by planting kisses all over his face as you whispered sweet nothings to him. ‘You are anything but trouble my sweet, handsome Jiyan. The man with the prettiest golden eyes and the most beautiful blue hair that consumes my every waking thought to the point it maddens me.’ You pull away just to rest your forehead against his.

‘You may hold resentment towards yourself but I don’t, I miss you it’s true but my love for you is unending, I love you when you’re with me and I love you when you’re away fighting to protect our home. You are the most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes upon and I will say that until I have lost my voice completely.’ You steal a kiss from his lips. ‘You are worth every bit of me even if you may not think so but you are and I will spend the rest of my life proving that to you because if I don’t, then may my heart be forever incomplete without you. So please don’t doubt yourself because I don’t doubt who my heart chooses to love wholeheartedly.’ You finished.

Jiyan only pulled you in tightly against his chest as he burrowed his head into your shoulder to hide away his burning cheeks, the words he wanted to say had died upon his tongue when you bore your heart out to him, his eyes sealed shut as he took you in your entirety and engraved it to his memory for when he had to leave once more for the battlefield; hoping that your scent would cling to him so that he’d have something of you to keep him going when stuck in the front lines.

He just wanted to have some aspect of you with him as his own personal morale boost when he was feeling at a loss, but wouldn’t allow for the soldiers to see that side of him, for if the general is shown at a loss, then the soldiers are quick to loose hope, he has to be strong for them like a good general should from his troupes and be a human second. ‘My heart has always belonged to you my dear,’ he began, ‘I didn’t see it fit that I’d receive your honeyed words due to my frequent absences, but with your unconditional love i am sure to see myself the way you see me one day; if you’ll continue to help me.’ He finishes, tightening his hold on you.

You smiled brightly as you stole kiss from his lips. ‘Forever and always my pretty General.’

[kismetlotts]

Hi lottie! May I request some hesitant/reluctant Simon whose fingers are twitching to touch you? Maybe brother’s or dad’s best friend or some other “we shouldn’t do this” trope. Your writing is lovely. Thank you 💕

Oh of course!

cw: dads bsf trope, slight implication of an age gap, fingering, mentions of fingering, breast play etc kissing, mark leaving, mentions of male masturbation, Simon being very conflicted, mentions of female masturbation, mentions of oral sex both female and male,

Dad’s best friend Simon who can’t help but steal glances at you when he comes over every now and then. Such a peaceful house guest, a gentleman who rambles along with whatever is being said not much care to get involved in conversation. The man who nods and thanks your dad when he passes him a coffee, just a typically decent guy to be around until you sway in.

A body so perfect and smooth, the dim light of your living room complimenting you and making you more even more desirable. A pair of pyjama shorts fitting you slightly tighter than they should, revealing the fine curve of your ass and exposing your thighs shamelessly.

You’d always felt a little off when Simon came over, always caught him staring a little longer than your dad’s other friends did. I mean, you were quite sexy, you’d had the odd share of them check you out every now and again. Never missing the small exhale a few of them let out before looking away because you didn’t despise the attention on you- it made you feel rather confident despite the fact you’d rather die than let any of them touch you.

Maybe that was another area where Simon differed to the rest of them.

He was different; he felt different-way more perverted but you really really liked it. His eyes didn’t flicker away like the rest, didn’t leave your body quickly almost ashamed or disgusted in themselves, paranoid to get caught thirsting over someone way off limits. His eyes were dragged away, forcefully, as if any longer and something in him would snap- something primal and horny.

He didn’t want to stuff his cock in you; not just that anyway. He needed to toy with you, feel the body of his best friend’s daughter in his hands because for something so wrong it felt so fucking right. He couldn’t do that, he shouldn’t do that- it was morally fucking wrong and it made him a freak but he couldn’t hold himself back. There was just something about you that made him want to caress you, finger you. Middle and ring fingers diving into the hole of his mug handle- wishing they were diving into your hole instead.

He wanted to watch your eyes roll shut with pleasure and agony; drive you mad at the feel of his fat fingers stretching and penetrating your pussy. He wants to watch as drool glides down your chin from your open mouth, cheeks hot with embarrassment but too lost in the feeling to give a shit. He’d pay money, he’d do anything, he imagines you every time he tugs on his chubby little dick- it was kind of pathetic how much he wanted you.

“Am I right? Yeah? Simon?” Your dad would speak, a fast inhale and a clear of the throat erupting from Simon as his eyes left your figure and back to your dad’s face. He hadn’t heard a word of what was said, hadn’t paid attention to anything but the way your nipples poked through your thin tank top.

Mind full of wonders like if you’d still be able to feel his tongue and heat through the fabric. Your dad was clueless-bless him, just assuming he’d zoned out for a moment because why would his best friend think of his daughter like that?

After a few minutes of talking, his mind still raw and fresh with thoughts of you, he excused himself- nipping upstairs and to the toilet to splash some water on his face. He’d take one look in the mirror at himself before his hands would grip the edge of the bathroom sink. Fuck he was desperate for you. His cock was growing harder by the minute and his hand slid to his jeans, palming himself through the rough fabric and looking up at the ceiling.

Imagining your innocent hand there instead, had you ever touched dick before? Tasted it? Would you like the taste of his cock on your pretty pink tongue- would he even care if you didn’t? Using your mouth as a good little tool to make himself cum. Your adorable teared up eyes looking into his so obediently, challengingly trying to swallow as much dick as you can. He was drunk; drunk and so wasted on the alcohol you poured into his veins but he had to sober up fast.

Pulling his hand away, washing it with cold water before wiping it over his face to cool down. It was wrong, wasn’t it? Cold water hopefully drowning out his hot thoughts as he reached for the door and left the room. Shutting it behind him carefully before turning around to find you exiting your room.

You, who he’d been fantasising about. You, who’d given him the boner in his jeans right now and you who was now all alone upstairs. No daddy there to protect him from his actions, no restraints present and fingers twitching with the need to touch you.

You took a step back, legs going weak at the hard eye contact. The throb in your cunt evident at the sight of him- face glimmering in the light and hair damp with either water or sweat. You wished it was sweat; the idea of him being sweaty colliding with the strong gaze between you made the atmosphere much more erotic.

By the time your foot hit the material of your bedroom floor, it was already too late; his body charging over to you, grabbing you close and lips smacking yours in a hot wet kiss. The heat from his tongue melting you internally and you sunk in deep, it was bad but if you got caught you could just blame it on Simon- he was the one to initiate it after all.

His body relaxed after he realised you weren’t pushing him away. You weren’t hitting or fighting him to get off, you were letting him touch you, letting him kiss you, were you inviting him to fuck you as well? His grip left your sides and circled to your behind, squeezing your skin going lower and lower before hitting the softness of your thighs. So warm, so biteable for a man like him. A starving animal like him.

He wanted to eat you out so badly, strip your little body and force your legs open just to taste your sweetness. To feel you pulse and leak against his tongue. His body locked you in, guiding you to your bed as you laid back allowing him to climb on top of you.

The same duvet and cramped tiny bed that you had as a kid, the same bedding your dad used to tuck you into every night- reading you stories about princes and princesses, kings and queens but now you were whimpering in it. Whimpering against the lips of his best friend. His hand slowly tracing up your thigh and tugging down your shorts, revealing your cotton panties with a big wet patch on them- fuck.

Accidentally stroking your clothed clit as he brought his fingers to the rim of your underwear: earning himself a twitch and a moan from how sensitive you were. He slipped two fingers beneath the fabric, looking down at the reality. He was one tug away from seeing your bare pussy, the bare pussy he’d dreamt about. All it took was for him to yank down your panties and, for what felt like an eternity of waiting, it would be over: and he could do whatever the fuck he wanted.

“I.. I don’t know, love.” Was all he could mumble out. Breath hot and desperate on your face and you had to refrain from groaning and pulling them down for him. His face was present with confliction and all you could do was lay there and wait for a moment. He swallowed, face slipping to your neck as he kissed the delicate skin there.

“If your dad found out- If you told him- If for any reason this gets out to him i’m so fucked. I wanna touch you so badly- I do, baby. But we can’t let him know.” His voice so shaky and breathy, the room so hot and his body so hot hovering over you and for fuck sake- could he not just get it over with?

Could he not just use you like the girl he’s been itching to play with? Like the good dirty little daughter of his best friend? All the prancing around him, teasing him by crouching down and reaching for something you didn’t really need. He shouldn’t be looking exactly but you could have prevented him from staring if you really wanted him to.

His eyes on you turned you on and you’d be damned to let this situation go so easily, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him in for another kiss, feeling his fingers glide into your panties further just from the kiss. It didn’t take much to pursued him, or much to make him forget about the thoughts that made him so hesitant; easy to distract him because he was hooked on you.

It was almost like he was asking permission- not to you exactly but just in the open. Asking and begging for permission, some sort of confirmation that it’s okay for him to indulge in this wicked fantasy of his. That it’s a normal sexual desire and that it isn’t a sin or wrong to act upon it. That he isn’t breaking your dad’s trust, but just giving into his sexual needs. Your lips left his and you shut your eyes slowly, feeling his fingers desperately edge closer to your clit.

“Please.” Was all it took and your panties practically ripped with how fast he pulled them down. Fingers finding their way to your wet hole before sliding them inside with no time to waste. Feeling as you clenched around them and sucked them inside deeper.

You weren’t as tight as he’d expected but that fuelled his desire more, since you were tight enough to not know dick which left only one thing. You fingered yourself. You’d lie here, in the same position as you were now, all alone as you thrusted in and out. Finding the perfect pace that made you moan and touch yourself faster and deeper to orgasm.

Simons cock was leaking in his underwear at the thought of it, an adorable and sexy image displayed in his mind. His fingers opened you up faster and faster, watching as your face softened and adjusted to his size.

He wondered if you ever thought of him while you did it. He wondered if each time you caught him staring you had thoughts of you own, thoughts of him following you into the kitchen and eating you out as your body sprawled over the countertop. Slurping and swallowing your juices as your dad sits patiently in the other room. Greedily stuffing in as many fingers as you could take, looking up as you bite down on a tea towel, attempting to stifle the noise of your whines.

Or maybe your thoughts got you so wet and that soaked, you’d escape upstairs to play with yourself. Body shaking and groaning into your pillow while Simon sat downstairs, dick hard but trying to shake his thoughts away. Imagining his fingers inside you while your own actually are, buried in deep and moving fast, one room above him.

Your back arched below him and he kissed your neck again, tongue gliding down your skin and to the tank top covering your breasts. He’d use the free hand he had to yank the fabric up before attacking your tits and body with bites and kisses, some still visible with your top back on.

Each and every small bite calming you as his and claiming you as taken, smirking to himself as he thought, ‘Shit, you better cover them up for daddy.’ You began to get closer and closer, moans echoing around the room slowly getting louder and louder and his stomach ached with worry and lust. He shouldn’t be doing this- what the fuck has he gotten himself into? But he kept going, determined to make you finish on his fingers.

“Oh, yes, oh yes- what a good girl. Yes, cum for me- go on, love- I know you’ve got it in you. Let yourself go, go on, oh- oh- ….there we go.” As your eyes fell back in your head, pussy squelching and cumming all over his fingers as your body fell limp on your bed, so tired and worn out from how good he’d made you feel.

His voice so gruff and nasty in your ear, it fuelled you body enough to make you finish. Breath panting heavy in his ear as he pulled out of you, taking his fingers and sucking them clean like the perv he is- mouth salivating and tastebuds tingling in delight. You tastes better than he could’ve imagined.

He climbed off of the small cramped bed only now just realised the shit he’d gotten himself into. The innocents and prettiness of your room now filled with the aroma of sex and sweat. Walking out of the room, no goodbye, no nothing because he needs to get away from you now and clear his fucking head. Shutting your door and walking back to your dad with a spiralling head.

What would your dad even say to him if he found out? What is Simon going to say to him now, knowing he’d just been fingers deep inside his beloved daughter? Would he be able to look him in the eye? What if he heard every moan and whimper you’d let out? What if he could smell your perfume- your scent on him? Is he a bad person for letting that whole situation happen?

But most of all, the only question he actually had a solid answer to- the only one question that didn’t require an excuse or an explanation.

Did he regret it? No. Not a fucking bit.