#this is a bit of a difficult topic hmmm

[theeio]

your bio says "block me if you're a proshipper"?

but proshipper literally means you're anti harrassment. The pro stands for "for", like being pro abortion.

It just means you don't harrass others? so you want people who don't care what you like in fiction to block you?

Genuine question, since I noticed a lot of younger people online are saying proshipper thinking it means you like "problematic" ships (this is misinformation spread by terfs/radfems too). You can be a proshipper and not like anything problematic in media at all.

Peace and love, hope you have a good day ❤️

hi there! i put that description on because a couple years ago that term was more synonymous with referring to people that was okay with/liked/supported stuff i wasnt comfortable with (at least in the fandom spaces i was in), and i was getting death threats from said people during a period of time and simply didnt want to interact with them if i could help it.

when i say "please block me" i know it comes off as harsh but i really, really do mean "this isnt personal, im not asking for trouble im just asking to curate our own spaces on the net if we can help it bc im personally not comfortable interacting with the things you support. hope you have a good day tho ;v;". [note when i say "support" i mean ships and such that was personal icks, and not being anti harassment] the but thats quite a bit to put in a tumblr bio ahjbsfa

but at the same time that term has changed a lot so ive been debating removing it too, but idk :") this whole thing has been a messy topic for years so i also dont rly know what to do moving forward. im also completely on anti harassment but i dont wanna put myself in either of the two notorious camps yknow? i have bad associations with both :"")) its a toughie but i hope you understand, thanks for reaching out and asking tho, hope this clears some things and dont hesitate to reach out if you wanna talk about it more (only if you're gonna be nice about it)!

[animehideout]

Hiiii<33💙🎀

Random question my dear poem enjoyer. Which JJK character do you think would be good at tutoring the reader in History? (Guess what, I always had and still have a hard time with the subject :D)

I really am just sitting at my desk ATM, learning for tomorrow, just saw somewhat difficult words and was like "Okay, what- 😀" and started thinking of "Hmmm, I have to copy my poems in my poem exercise book, OH AND WRITING, I kinda wanna finish my draft- anyway, back to History-"

SENDING HUGGIES!!💙

-Megan💙

Hiii Megan 💙

Good luck with this subject sweetheart, you've got this!! You can do it sweetie 🫶🏻

Make sure to drink a lot of water and to stay warm, the weather is really cold and also don't overwork yourself, make sure to rest 💙

So for your question, two characters came to my mind, first Nanami Kento and Megumi Fushiguro!!!!!

I feel like Nanami would be that strict yet gentle tutor and Megumi would be your classmate who agreed or volunteered to help you with the subject but both of them would be amazing tutors tbh 🩵

I hope these headcanons help you relax and motivate you to study ✨

♡⁠˖Nanami˖⁠♡

Nanami i feel like he's got a lot of patience to help you learn more and answer all of your questions.

He would put a lot of importance on details while tutoring you, like he'd follow a very strict teaching approach to make sure you understand everything in a chronological order, from timelines, to places, to names, to different events.

He's good at answering challenging questions and he urges you to have debates with him so you can improve your understanding of certain topics.

Also I feel like Nanami would make the subject come to life, from the way he narrates historical events. He'll make it enjoyable.

He understands your learning style and he's cool with explaining the same thing many times in a row, that's how patient he is 🤌🏻🩵.

Maybe he'd bring you snacks to motivate you to study 🍫🧃.

Also would encourage you a lot and compliments you whenever you get the right answer.

His voice would be so calm and smooth when teaching, it puts you at ease and helps you focus.

♡⁠˖Megumi˖⁠♡

Megumi is known for his excellent intellect and calm demeanor, so he'd be the perfect tutor as well.

I feel like he's into background music, instrumentals or even Rain Asmr, maybe scented candles as well, you know just to set a calming and serene mood to help you relax while studying 😌🌧️.

Also he's very confident in his skills, so he'd know exactly the appropriate teaching methods he'll use to ensure that you're into the subject.

He's also patient, wouldn't rush you in the learning process. If you're having a hard time to get or memorize something he'll give you time to concentrate.

He'd encourage you to ask questions. He helps you understand contexts first instead of throwing random information.

He supports understanding over memorizing, he believes that once you understand something, it will automatically gets stuck in your mind 💯.

Would let you take a break if you're having a hard time, he won't push too hard, he believes that if someone is stressed they shouldn't exhaust their minds, instead calm down a bit then get back to work with a refreshed mind ✨.

I don't see him complimenting vocally but instead he'd nod in agreement and tells you that you've got this. He's good with following your flow 🌊.

[midnightsun-if]

Not to go off topic, but if/when the ROs catch feelings for MC, would they tell anyone? I tried looking it up but Tumblrs search function is poopoo

Hmmm….

I think Koda would be inclined to tell Pola, as he shares a lot with her, but it might be difficult due to the distance and Koda is a more “face-to-face” sharer than over the phone.

Scarlett wouldn’t… Not to say that Zephyr wouldn’t try to get something out of her— and she may give an indication to either Lexa or Anastasia— but she’d be pretty tight lipped about it.

As for Cyrus/Cyra? I don’t know… I think they’d mention it to their grandfather, to get advice and all that, but that’s up in the air too.

Quinn would tell Alessia without hesitation.

Caden? They don’t truly have anyone to tell, barring their dearest/oldest friend, but I don’t think they’d know how to share their feelings in the first place… Not when everything feels so fresh.

Sloane… No. They don’t tell anyone. Who are they gonna tell? The brick wall? Nala?

Blake is a bit complicated as the person they’d normally tell is you, but that’s complicated for obvious reasons… I think they might contact Lilith to get some advice or they’d just talk to a random stranger on a park bench.

As for our little human gremlin? They’d either make a hypothetical situation and pose it to you (hoping you wouldn’t figure it out) or Reginald/Regina would call their grandma and ask for advice.

[jadeleechisagoodboy]

Same anon who sent in an ask regarding the RSA and NRC rivalry being one-sided. Just call me Rinna.

Hmmm. The more I think about it, RSA just feel like they've have overstayed their welcome, if that makes sense.

Book 5 with Neige and the dwarves made sense (still bitter about the ending though) but after that, they feel as bland as plain, unbuttered, untoasted white bread (except Chenya).

The dwarves' felt like they got shoehorned into Sledathon, their motive was lame as hell, and their win against NRC was BS. Not even a fluke, just BS.

Hey Rinna! (I’ve never had an anon with a name before. This is a fun first for me!)

I can see what you mean by “overstayed their welcome”. It almost feels like the story doesn’t know what to do with RSA. They’re supposed to be NRC’s rival school, but outside of school related competitions it’s almost impossible to integrate them into the story without it feeling shoehorned.

Also, a bit off topic, but it’s wild to me how the dwarves had a whole thing about how they’re not children, they’re just small, and then their motivation for the Sledathon was just… so extremely childish. If the whole school is like that, it’s even more difficult to take them seriously as a threat. 😑

[silkwormsilk]

I know it’s over (Charlie walker x reader)

Summary: the end of a relationship that never really happened?! Charlie Walker thinks he’s in love with reader. Reader is in love with Charlie

warning: sexual topics, cursing, power struggles, lack of communication/ boundaries, friends with benefits, toxic relationship , smoking, brief drug consumption

…

You made your way to the brunette’s window. Trying not to wake him as you slid open the delicate frame. Finally lighting the cigarette you held in between your lips for the last few minutes.

You sigh in relief. Smiling as you felt your lungs warm up.

You felt at ease in the boys room, happy to be around him.

You’ve liked the boy since you first laid eyes on him. Your brain quickly idealizing the boy that slept gently beside you. Light snores escaping him ever so often.

Rubbing your face softly to keep warm from the cold air. Letting ash fall off your cigarette trying not to make a mess inside.

Hearing silent bed creaks. You put out the cigarette. Placing it into the ashtray the boy left out for you weeks ago.

“Hey, you alright?” He asked, his voice husky from his deep slumber.

You nodded stretching a bit before climbing into bed again.

His eyes were closed, a tight smile plastered onto his plump lips as he makes more room for you to lay aside him.

The boy feeling relieved as you settle down beside him.

He smells the cigarette off of you. Smiling harder realizing he’s become accustom to the strong odor. Taking a liking to it since physically being with you. Cigarettes and expensive perfume.

“Charlie?” You say.

“Hmmm” he quietly hummed.

“Why don’t we ever hang out at school? I know you said your friends wouldn’t get me, but can’t i just say hey, or something like that?”

He rubs his face, trying to find a way to nicely explain how he doesn’t want you hanging out together publicly. He wants you two to live together in your room or his (like tonight). Like a dream he and you only share.

“Y/N, you’re an amazing person. The people who I consider my “friends” I don’t really know if they’d like someone like you. You’re different, they wouldn’t understand what we have” he says hoping you won’t question his motives.

“Oh” you say too tired to argue with Charlie.

“I would love to be with you at school” he continues.

You turn your head towards him before speaking again.

“You always say that” you giggle trying not to cry, tired of the boy constantly saying the same thing over and over again.

“I know, I’m sorry you feel stuck. I’ve told you why it wouldn’t work for us” he tells you reaching for your hand.

Gulping down whatever fight you had left in you.

“Doesn’t it make you.., I don’t know. Sad?” You curiously question.

He sighs to himself, still drowsy from you two fucking like rabbits. He takes a few seconds to answer.

“Yeah, it makes me upset. I try not to think about it, helps me sleep” he lie’s trying to play cool. Making you even more frustrated with the situation you share.

You nod your head, not knowing why you constantly find yourself laying with the boy.

You thought he genuinely liked you. He’s the only boy you’ve ever been able to hold a conversation with for hours without getting bored of each other.

Or so it seemed that way at first. He’s playing you hard and you know it. You deserve better, but your heart is attached to the long haired boy.

“Y/N?” You hear.

“Mhmm” you now hum.

“Don’t be mad. I know it’s difficult to understand right now. We have something special” he insists, squeezing your hand even tighter.

“Yeah, special” you sarcastically repeat turning away from him.

He huffs, moving closer to you. Both of you sit in silence. An uncomfortable tension growing in the air.

“I don’t know what to say, I don’t know how to make you understand I only care for you” he tells you.

“Hold me. Call me yours, just say you like me for fucks sake!” you angrily shove the boy.

He smiles, amused by your desperation. He knows he genuinely likes you, just not enough to be with you. At least not at the moment. He was so close to scoring with the girl of his dreams. He just feels it, any of these days the blonde would be his.

“Shhh, my parents might hear us” he laughs knowing damn well they left for a short vacation together and wouldn’t be back anytime soon.

“Charlie!” You whine

“I like you. You should know this by now” he says his hand reaching for your face tracing your features.

You give in to his soft embrace falling asleep as he held you.

…

Charlie watches as the waitress refills your cup with coffee. Your second cup, doesn’t understand how you can drink it without any milk and little to no sugar.

He doesn’t question you, just assumes you like to torture yourself.

You look at the menu in front of you. Overwhelmed by all the options available at such early hours.

“You know what you want already?” you ask the boy in front of you, eyes still looking at your menu.

“No, not yet” he says. Watching you intensely scan the laminated piece of paper in front of you.

“I.., I’ve been meaning to ask you something” The boy says.

You look up, your eyes cold showing no emotion.

He gulps.

Not knowing how to word this.

Both of you nervous in what the other has to say.

“Have you’ve been seeing anyone else besides me?” he asked.

You want to laugh at such a ridiculous question. He knows you’ve only ever been with him.

“No, what makes you think that?” You ask.

“I’ve been seeing someone” he announces searching for some type of reaction from you.

You nod: “okay, are you fucking them too?”.

Your demeanor is calm. Words hitting the boy like ice.

You can feel your heart pounding trying to focus on your surroundings other than the boys confession.

“Does it matter?” He asked, trying to break you.

“I mean, yeah It kinda does matter. You didn’t wrap it up last night. Kinda just fucked me raw” you tell him seriously.

He sighs.

“No, I’m not sleeping with her” he says looking around.

“So, what do you want? What are you trying to say?” You begin cross-examining the boy in front of you.

He rolls his eyes a bit stopping himself before making you upset.

“What am I trying to say?” He hums annoyed.

You groan.

“Yes Charlie. What are you saying? Are you telling me you want to end things between us. That’s fine, that’s up to you. I’ll leave if that’s what you want. You want me to stay around like some emotional punching bag like you always do? What is it?” You profess slamming your palm onto the table in front of you two.

He squints his eyes at the noise. Coffee spilling over the table.

You exhale. Raising your hand to get the waitress attention.

Asking for a towel to clean the mess you just created.

“Thanks, he’s ready to order” you tell the older woman.

She nods her head taking the warm damp towel from you.

Charlie sits in silence. Watching the sun rise through the window. Watching your figure slowly disappear into your car. You left him stranded at the diner.

…

“You look awful” the blonde tells Charlie.

“Yeah, I know” the boy laughs.

He can feel his stomach erupting with emotions.

“Didn’t sleep well?” She asks.

“Yeah, something like that” he tells her rubbing his face recalling the last few days he spent with you.

“Bummer” she says continuing to work on the project in front of her.

Charlie gulps, he’s gotten used to you questioning everything he has to say.

“Yeah” he mumbles.

He turns looking out the small window on the classroom door. He could have sworn he saw you passing by with your group of friends smiling as the last period was coming to an end.

He’s felt love sick since you left him at the diner, missing whatever you had to offer him.

Doesn’t matter if you wanted to yell at him maybe even chop his head off for being such an asshole towards you.

All he wants is for you to pay attention to him again.

“Fuck!” He shouts.

The blonde is wide eyed at the boy’s sudden outburst, the whole classroom is.

“Mister Walker, what’s wrong?” The teacher questions.

Charlie shakes his head shoving his belongings into his bag.

“I gotta go” he manically says, a hand running through his hair.

“You can’t just leave we still have 15 minutes till the bell dismisses u-“ Charlie briefly hears the teacher saying as he let the door shut behind him.

He’s panicking, not sure if you were around. He rushes towards the schools exit hoping to find you or your friends.

“Y/N?” He’s shouting.

You hear the faint callings, ignoring the familiar voice you longed for.

Leaning against your cars door smoking a blunt you passed around with your friends.

“I swear I hear someone calling your name, like it’s not just this talking” your friend laughs.

You shake your head making yourself small so the boy wouldn’t see you.

You just can’t get yourself to look at him. You need time to collect yourself, he’s taken so much from you over the last few months together.

“Eww, it’s the film nerd!” another friend squeals.

You want to hide from him, your friends, everyone.

“Y/N! I’ve been calling your phone all week” He says panting obviously exhausted from his search for you.

You’re looking at him, embarrass for whatever he has to say.

Your friends are hysterical over the boy even knowing your name.

“Do you even know this guy?” Your friends giggle.

Looking at him , then back to them.

“Yeah. I’ve been fucking Charlie for the last six months” you admit.

Your friends are shocked, they feel betrayed. Why didn’t you tell them? You’ve always told them everything.

“Wow, isn’t that great! You’re a real piece of shit aren’t you” one friend says leaving you to be with the boy.

“Whatever” you say as they all start walking away.

“I’m so sorry, for everything. I’m sorry for playing with your emotions. For using you, not paying attention to your wants and feelings. Shit I’m sorry about your friends, you’re not a piece of shit, I made you do it. I forced you lie to everyone. Why’d you let me ruin your life?” he practically vomits out.

You sigh listening to what the boy had to say to you. You’re feeling distant, almost as if you’re floating in and out of yourself.

“You want me to forgive you? You want me to take you back into my room. You just want to sleep with me, you don’t even like me Charlie” you softly tell him.

“You’re not listening. I never asked you to forgive me, I just want you to know I’m genuinely sorry in how I treated you. Don’t you get it Y/N? I’m in love with you” he says.

You roll your eyes, sighing at the scene the boy has created.

The parking lot is full of commotion as school is out for the day. Eyes turning to you two every so often.

“You’re interested in someone else, remember?” you spit out. Frustration consuming you.

You don’t know why you’re still listening to the boy talk, should have just got into your car and left him like you did the other day.

“I was wrong!”he cries out.

“Wrong about what?” An unfamiliar voice asks.

You grunt to yourself once you realize who it belonged to.

Kirby Reed, the girl who actually held Charlie’s heart.

“Kirby?!” The boy nervously gulped.

The boy looks terrified as if he was caught stealing.

You decide in that moment it was your chance to escape.

You don’t say anything, gently pushing the boy away from your door.

“Y/N, wait! Please it doesn’t have to be like this” he tells you ignoring his friend besides him as you drove off.

“Why are you talking to Y/N Y/L/N?” Kirby curiously asks unaware of the situation between you and Charlie.

Charlie shakes his head, his hand vigorously running through his hair.

“i.., I’m in love with her” he coldly admits.

Almost glossy eyed over the broken connection.

“Oh?” The girl responds. She thought Charlie liked her.

“I’ve been sleeping with her for months now” he continues unaware the pain he’s causing the blonde next to him.

It’s not like Kirby likes him? She just loved the attention she received from the boy.

“She’s pretty, we had gym together freshman year” she chokes out.

He shakes his head, leaving everything behind in that parking lot.

[tiantianxue]

First Summer's Strawberries

AO3 Link Fandom: Blue Lock Character: Chigiri Hyoma Word Count: 1031

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The strawberries you grew—using coffee grounds from his mom's morning coffee—were surprisingly big considering it was your first attempt. But you were the type of student to do your homework sooner and play later, so Chigiri wasn't that surprised to see that your strawberries grew well.

A neat row of repurposed milk cartons lined the balcony rails, sitting on top of wire racks from somewhere—also, probably, repurposed—and bright red strawberries spilled out of the cartons with some laying on the rack, waiting to be picked. You grew quite a few plants. Not nearly enough to use all the coffee grounds you collected from his mother since she brewed coffee daily, but there were plenty of strawberries for both of you to enjoy since they started ripening.

It would have been easier to buy strawberries from any store. Or buy them already in sweets to be eaten like daifuku or a fruit sandwich.

“Hmmm… I could have, but I think it's more fun to do it myself!” You grinned at him when you answered his question after a week of collecting coffee grounds and showing him your small balcony garden.

Chigiri was glad you did, because he might not have met you if you hadn't knocked to ask for coffee grounds.

You were right next door; it wasn’t difficult for him to visit and sit on your balcony for a bit even while he was going through his physical therapy. Coffee grounds were light, easy to carry even if they were still wet. You would pour it out of the bag to dry in your room. It always smelled like coffee because of that and the scent wafted onto the balcony where he liked to sit as you diligently scribbled away whatever assignment you had decided to finish early, or whatever topic had captured your interest. The summer sun was usually warm—sometimes unbearably hot and he would sit in your room instead—and there was usually a nice breeze on your balcony.

He hadn't known strawberries were tiny white flowers first, then red fruit. He didn't know anything about strawberries except what they looked and tasted like until you started growing them on a balcony near him.

“Will you grow them again next summer?” He asked, watching you pick tiny seeds from the strawberries you were going to eat.

You blinked at his question, red strawberry juice clinging to your bottom lip, before smiling. “Will you bring me coffee grounds again?”

“Obviously.” Chigiri huffed a laugh at your question.

“Then yeah, I'll grow them again. How many should I grow? As many as possible to feed you?” You gestured with your hand to the pile of stems he had. Easily twice your pile. He felt his cheeks get warmer despite the fan spinning nearby. You were just slow as you got the seeds before eating.

“Let's see if you can then.”

But he didn't want to wait until next summer to do this again—sitting on your balcony and spending time with you. Red juices staining both fingertips and lips. The scent of strawberries and coffee hanging in the air.

It didn't have to be strawberries.

“Oh, there's only one left.” You pushed the bowl closer to him. “Since you like them so much.”

There were still a few strawberries that hadn't turned red yet on the balcony so it wasn't the last one. Just the last one for the day.

Chigiri ate most of your harvest, but here you were letting him have another like he contributed beyond bringing coffee grounds over.

Quickly, he judged the distance between you and him across the small table and he pushed himself onto his knees and leaned over to press a kiss to your lips.

He grinned at the surprise on your face when he pulled back.

“Let's grow more stuff together.”

It was easy to grab the toothpick you were using while you processed his kiss and start picking off the seeds from the strawberry. He worked quietly as he waited for your response.

The fan kept whirring, providing a nice breeze in the room. Chigiri could hear the sound of insects buzzing outside. His fingertips were already red from the strawberries he ate, but now there was juice running down his hand as he picked at the seeds. He didn't know how much juice strawberries let out on their own nor did he realize how many seeds a strawberry had before.

Another thing he learned about the fruit thanks to you growing them. Chigiri didn't know anything about growing them except coffee grounds were great for the soil, but that was just the first thing you taught him about strawberries.

He licked his bottom lip. Strawberries. The taste on your lips too. If his sister found out, she would tell him how romantic and cute it was that his first kiss tasted of strawberries.

“I only picked strawberries because your hair color reminded me of them.”

Chigiri choked on the almost seedless strawberry in his mouth. You laughed as he coughed and tried to swallow the chunk in his mouth.

“I didn't know how else to talk to you since we go to different schools.”

You moved in next door right before the new school year started and he barely saw you until that day you knocked to ask for coffee grounds. He barely noticed you honestly, but that meant you had noticed him for a few weeks at least before summer started. A lot of planning went into growing something from what he saw, especially with how easy you made it look.

“... that's cute.” There wasn't anything else he could say to that. He could feel his face heating up. Knowing that you had your eyes on him for so long.

“I just wanted a friend close by, but I think I like you too.” You were right in front of him. He could smell strawberries again from how close your face was, just a centimeter or two from his. You looked unfairly calm with how close you were and how fast his heart was racing. “Your face is so red for someone who kissed first.”

[red-panda-agere]

Regressor! Retsuko (aka Regressive Retsuko)

(!¡! Alcohol mention !¡!)

The most spoiled princess in the whole world (/nsrs) because Dada doesn’t know how to say no when she feels brave enough to ask for treats at the store, and usually all she wants is attention and cuddles.

Usually somewhere between 3-5 but goes even younger when sick or super stressed

Initially, she thought the whole idea of regressing was pointless and a waste of time, but found herself trying it out when she was living alone. She’d been looking up coping mechanism/stress relievers with Gori and Washimi once, and the topic came up. When she finally told them about it later, she was super stubborn about them babying her, and would whine when they tried, until she eventually just clung to one of them.

Haida is her main caregiver “Dada” but sometimes Washimi “Mimi” and Gori “Roro” babysit. They adore little Retsuko and absolutely SPOIL her.

She regresses bunches, especially at the end of the day after long days of work.

She clings to her caregivers, not ever really feeling safe without them.

Loves watching Haida play video games, and sometimes Dada lets her play some with him like Slime Rancher or Animal Crossing

-He bought her one of those fidget toy game controllers so she can pretend to play when Dada’s playing a game that’s a little too difficult for her. This usually results in her becoming disinterested after an hour or so or she’ll chew on the controller toy.

“Princess” “Little star” “Baby panpan” are her favorites, but her Dada calls her a bunch of silly names. “Goober” “Kiddo” “Squirt”

Contradictory to her online and karaoke presence, she likes being Dada’s little princess with tiaras and cute little dresses. Retsuko is the sweetest little princess ever.

She tends to be a pretty behaved little one, very good at listening and all around just a happy baby. She’s not fussy often.

-Fussy Retsuko is usually the result of too much work and stress, and she’ll be too stubborn to admit she’s regressed/regressing, and this ends in her regressing anyways but still denying it, or finally admitting she’s little and crying into Dada’s shoulder.

Lots of soft toys like plushies from her favorite games and shows

One of her favorite things is to make cookies with her caregivers.

Gori and Washimi take her out shopping often just to spoil and endulge her regression, wanting to buy her more toys, outfits, and pacifiers every time. They always bring her home with bags of new stuff. They’re like the excited aunts who always demand pictures of her in outfits they bought, as well as being the one to take Retsuko out to do super fun stuff.

Loves when Haida sings, especially lullabies. She thinks his guitar playing is one of the best things ever.

Since she’s a red panda, and shorter than most, she has an easier time regressing with them and feeling little.

-She really likes the little play sets meant for kids, like the miniature toy kitchens, and likes to play restaurant with her Dada and sometimes with Mimi and Roro. Oddly enough, for a lot of toys in sizes for larger animals, she fits them perfectly. They sometimes buy toys that would be for lion children because they’re bigger than red pandas, so they actually fit her even though she’s an adult.

She carries her pink blankie around like she’ll die if she doesn’t.

Even though she’s little, she likes to listen to her ‘big girl music’ that helps with stress relief as well. (It’s okay to listen to big kid music when you’re little, at least just some to an extent!)

Teethes ALOT and has to have teether toys, even at work

Retsuko will insist on sleeping next to Haida often, even if he sleeps on the couch. She will climb out of bed and drag Haida to it if she has too, wanting to sleep on his chest.

“Hmmm…Retsuko?” Haida asks tiredly, feeling a tug on his sleeve. Retsuko whines, wobbling a bit as she tries to pull him up now. Her footing was unsteady, her socked paws slipping a bit. “Dada! Bed!” She whined, not asking, but demanding. The hyena laughed tiredly, sitting up on the couch. Retsuko just continued pulling his hand, whining more and more. She loses her footing, and almost falls down onto her bottom, but Dada, being as cool and awesome as he is, caught her before she could fall. “Alright goober, let’s get YOU to bed, yeah?” Retsuko whined at him, but was glad they were going to bed now, holding onto his shoulders as she was held now.

When she regresses from large amounts of stress or genuine trauma, like the big event at the end of season 3, she just lays in her caregivers’ laps and cries until she falls asleep. She hates doing it and is ashamed with herself when it’s over. She feels embarrassed about getting extremely upset and the first thing she wants is to wear a pink onsie, get her paci, and cry into someone’s shoulder.

She is very embarrassed to do so, but she has a Seiya plushie she carries around and cuddles all the time.

She’s regressed at work a few times, and immediately calls Gori and/or Washimi for help because she genuinely can’t mask her regression.

Alcohol is not allowed to be consumed by or in front of her when little, she will whine and try to make her regression to have some. Even when she is allowed to have some when big, she will cry and regress afterwards if she has too much, and it’s not fun for anybody involved.

Loves being read to, but enjoys Haida’s stories he makes up much more. Sometimes they’ll draw together, and he’ll draw out one of his stories for her in little doodles.

Retsuko likes to crawl alot, but since she’s substantially shorter than Haida, he likes to ‘help her walk’ by holding her hands and letting her waddle with his help. Even if it’s a little silly, she giggles the whole time.

“Look at my little princess go! Walking like such a big girl!” Haida praises as she waddles through the bedroom, holding one of his pointer fingers in each hand. “Dada! I walkin!” She giggles as she takes another wobbly step, her socked paw taking another step forward, making her giggle even more. Haida’s tail wagged excitedly, proud of his little Retsuko. “You’re doing so good princess!”

(Sorry this one’s a little short guys, I’m gonna try to keep these a bit shorter so I can post more, but I’m pushing for a minimum of 25 headcanons every post like this, including the little mini stories. I’m trying to do more, and I tend to do a lot more for characters I’m super duper passionate about, but I’m sorry for the shorter posts guys)

[asaka-lucy-dr-rc]

Since you know Japanese and like Danganronpa I was wondering, what is your interpretation of this dialogue from Nagito?

It's very complicated and difficult to translate from what I've heard. It's hard to tell if it's a love confession or something else.

Basically I was wondering...

1: What is your interpretation of the line? Do you think it is intended to be romantic or not?

2: What is the general interpretation of the like in the Japanese fanbase?

3: How would you translate the line?

In the English fanbase people either say it is a romantic love confession or say that he's only talking about hope. I'm really curious to hear another perspective on the tricky line of dialogue, especially since I don't know Japanese myself and cannot read it.

Just in case you're curious here is the English translated version of the line as well. There's a lot of discussion on what he means by it and how it's a mistranslation so it's a very confusing topic overall.

Sorry if that's a lot to ask, thank you for reading!

Okay, your question about the last line of Nagito’s free time events! It's a fun question to answer XD

1: Basically, I don't get the impression that this line is a confession of love. It doesn't sound that romantic.

2: Hmmm, I also wonder what other Japanese fans think about this line. It might not be talked about much. I don't see many cases where this line is quoted in komahina fanfics. (I don't know how it is in other languages, but at least in Japanese komahina fanfic, I often see people writing stories that take lines from the original story and expand on them. But I don't see any case where this line is used for such a story).

3: “Please don't forget…” “I love y... your hope that sleeps in you from the bottom of my heart.”

Haha, this translation really sounds like a confession of love 😅

In my opinion, it is a bit strange to discuss this in terms of whether it is a confession of love or not. I think what Nagito is hoping for from Hajime here is trust. This line comes after the fact that Nagito lied, so Hajime is in such a confused state that he does not know where Nagito is really coming from. I think Nagito is asking Hajime to believe that he loves Hajime’s hope. I see it as a declaration that I am not an enemy, or that I do not intend to be an enemy to you.

This may be my extended interpretation, but I actually sense an apologetic nuance in this line. Nagito himself is well aware that his arguments and thoughts are not well communicated to those around him, including Hajime. He's happy that Hajime talks to him patiently, but he doesn't know how to keep the connection with him, so he tries to say lines that will win Hajime's sympathy. In fact, Hajime almost feels sorry for Nagito, but Nagito knows that this is not the fundamental solution, so he reveals that he is making it up. Hajime gets even more confused when Nagito asks him if he's starting to feel like killing him, but I have the feeling that Nagito is making an excuse that he doesn't just want to confuse Hajime.

Nagito uses the expression "I love your hope”, but it sounds more like a declaration that he believes that Hajime's hope can lead to a good future. Or it can be taken as support for Hajime's hope.

As for the translation in the English version... I think it is good in that it does not mislead people into thinking that Nagito is not confessing his love for Hajime. But I might be a little doubtful if the expression "I'm truly in love with the hope” is a good one.

I think the original line is more like a fan telling a celebrity or someone they admire that they love them. It's like replacing the "I love your art!" comment on Tumblr with "I love your hope!" 😄 But when you say "I'm in love with", it doesn't sound like you're throwing words at the other person, so I think it might be taken to mean something else.

This is just my personal opinion, but I hope it helps! 🌟

[tialinffxiv]

FFXIV Writing Challenge 2024

Prompt #9: Lend an Ear

Continuation to Tempest prompt, in the PiratesAU of Tia & Co.

“Pouch of gold for your thoughts, mon capitan~”

Tia turned to the sound of a familiar voice which interrupted his lonesome brooding on the deck: white, long hair of the Miqo’te man shined in the light of lamps when he was approaching him with that characteristic elegant sway in his unhurried steps. Tia quietly gazed over Hyperion’s navigator, Kultanien- as always dressed so dapper and decorated from head to toes in precious jewelry. “Nothing really worth sharing. Aside from being annoyed by recent events.”

“Oh, that I’m sure of.” Kult smiled, his long tail sweeping from side to side. “Hmmm… it’s now been over a week and I still see you all deep in thoughts so often. Perhaps… there’s a thought that keeps rolling in that head of yours and won’t let you rest?” Miqo’te smile turned into a smirk seeing that little flustered tension making its way to the captain's face. “…a thought that is over 7ft tall and strikingly handsome, known for being ruthless but somehow spared you, without even a single bruise?”

Tia’s eyes went wide for a second, before he turned his gaze back to the dark sea. “Of course it bothers me! He might have spared me but not my pride as captain. That was such a pathetic display from my side… I'm glad that boys don't share their thoughts about it out loud…” he exhaled with frustration and rubbed the cheek that got a bit too warm.

Kult chuckled and walked closer to him, leaning on the rail next to Tia. “You may be able to fool others with that act of yours… but me... mmm I know longing when I see it, mon capitan. How long has it been? Since you last had a roll, hmm?”

Tia flattened long ears to the back of head and pouted slightly, irritated by being read so easily. But what else could he expect from Kult- one being closest to him from the whole crew, with a keen eye and sharp senses… especially when it came to observing other people. “Perhaps long enough to risk my head in the battle because I got distracted so badly.”

Miqo’te smiled softly at him. “You know I'm always open, if you need an ear to listen or perhaps… some other things.” He moved even closer, brushing his fingers over tattoos decorating the captain's arm. “But I know you well enough to assume you would politely decline: ‘my dear navigator, how could I take advantage of you in such a way’.”

Viera gazed over him with a slight blush crawling up his cheeks for this particular but not so uncommon offer. Aside from being a navigator on Hyperion, Kultanien was known to be a skilled and admired bard, with love for pleasure not only in the form of music and good wine. ”You know well that I prefer to treat my crew with utmost respect…” Tia decided to turn the topic this way, which could perhaps spare him further distraction. “And for this I often get pointed at by some people, that it doesn't suit my role, that I'm here to command you all and that I'm too polite for my own good. That my demeanor is too friendly when it comes to my crew. Is it really so bad?”

“I don't think so- would you just take a look at how your boys adore their captain, ready to jump into flames of hell for him. Dont worry yourself over it too much, you'll get wrinkles.” Kult laughed warmly and poked Tia’s cheek. “Besides… what if I told you that a little bird said that if we make a stop in the next port you'll find something… or someone there you might want~”

Tia looked surprised at him, then turned away, again failing at covering up those thoughts.

Kult chuckled at his reaction. “I cannot blame you, really. The man is absolutely a lavish catch.”

Viera furrowed brows, thinking. “If I am to face him again then I need to be better prepared. Even battle-wise. That tail threw me off guard too easily, I never knew those can be this strong. And I need to clear my mind as well, which already proves itself a difficult task.” He leaned on the rail, eyes closed and ears moving to the sides, catching sounds of dark waves crushing over the ship and voices of the crew.

“I can see those gears running in your mind, so~ I took the liberty of setting a course for the port. We could use some more supplies and well… I think we could both use some more company, if you get my drift.”

Tia opened eyes and stared Kult down, ruby red almost glowing in the dim light. “Does my ears deceive me? My very own navigator sets a course before discussing it with me, the captain?… Tch… I'm not sure if I can leave this one without a punishment.”

“Oh punish me, mon capitan, please!” Kult licked lips, so very amused by how Tia tried to put on this intimidating mask with his cheeks all blushed and gaze wandering over Miqo’te face. “Besides, we are discussing it now and the course alteration doesn't take us far from our original path. AND seeing your mind wandering makes me think that YOU need to take some shore leave and a nice evening with some relaxing atmosphere and maybe some good company. Go be you for a while and not a captain, for at least one evening.”

Tia stepped closer, with the same stare locked on Kult. “Even if you set the course right, I would prefer to always be the first one to be informed.” He played with the decorative necklace on Miqo’te’s chest; the tone of his voice got lower, quieter and yet pleasingly strong in the way it was hitting the growly notes. “You will get punished for this, to set an example for the future.” He lifted Kult’s chin up with other hand. “But there are… pressing matters to be taken care of that cannot be set aside for when we reach the port. For now…” Tia grabbed Kult’s shirt and pulled him close enough for their noses to nearly touch and let out a quiet sound, being something between a growl and purr. “…for now you have 15 minutes to report yourself in my cabin.”

Kult purred with pleasure when the captain released him and smirked, watching him walk to the quarters. “Aye, mon capitan~”

[yorshie]

why hello there sweet raccoon. hmmm eyeing your timezine a bit but i wont tell shhhh. Alas, i must know! <33

🌵 🥑 🔪 🦷 ❄️ 🏜️ 🦋🐚 ☁️ 🐝 🎨🧩

Hi keisha! It’s only (looks at clock guiltily.) oh. Oh ok yea you are right it’s pretty late my bad lol. I will honk sho after this raccoon’s honor.

Share the link to a playlist you love

- hm I think I’m gonna link The Wolf Queen, which fueled a lot of my werewolf boyfriend stage of life. It’s very much “I chose the wolf over the hunter” vibes and very darkly romantic.

You accidentally killed someone, which mutual do you call to help?

- Let’s be honest I would incriminate all of you in a voice chat session panicking to figure out how to get rid of a body. I am sorry.

What’s the weirdest topic you’ve researched for a fic?

- Hm…….. you know that tag for TMNT fanfic on AO3 called ‘turtle anatomy’? Lol

Share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear by

- If you get stung by a wasp slap some mud on it. Tobacco works great too.

What’s your dream theme/plot for a fic and who would write it best?

- oh goodness. Honestly, I think it would be neat if the moots all wrote a chapter of the “same” story. Like a choose your own adventure sort of deal. It might be a bit difficult but I think it could be fun, if we picked a easy prompt.

What’s your fav type of comment to receive on a work?

- any type of comment makes my day. Literal keyboard smashes are great. Falling out of windows are hilarious. Play by play thoughts? Marvelous. Once a person just spammed the letter A for three lines straight and I laughed so hard I wheezed.

Share something that has been on your heart and mind lately

- I’ve had a lot of feelings worrying over friends. Hoping they’re doing ok and wondering how to navigate helping them when I technically don’t “know” them…but I hope they read this and they know I’m thinking of them.

Do you like or dislike surprises?

- *squints suspiciously* hm…. Is this a turtle grenade question? (Lol I usually like surprises unless it’s irl and the person drops hints. Not knowing but Knowing kills me)

What made you choose your username?

- so my favorite book is called “The Last Dragon” by Silvana De Mari, and Yorsh is a character in the book. It’s a very good book, sometimes I hear ppl refer to me as “Yorsh” and am confused because I’ll forget I named myself after him lol. But it’s about the last elf who goes on a quest without knowing it to find the last dragon.

Tag your biggest supporters and say one nice thing about them

The whole Turtle Fam including you Keisha just the fact that you all let me be crazy about turtles makes you all my biggest supporters. You’re all dear friends and I must say you all have excellent taste in fictional characters.

Link your favorite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

This one of bayverse Leo giving Mona a Gift by Tychou When Leo Met Mona is my comfort fic to read when I’m feeling down, but also I just love these two. I will never not go crazy over Tychou’s Mona and her dynamic with Leo always makes me soft and fuzzy inside.

What will make you click away from a fanfic immediately?

- I can’t read things in first person.

Thank you for the ask!

[toujokaname]

Raindrop-covered Show Window / Episode 3

Author: Nishioka Maiko

Characters: Souma, HiMERU

"(Now then... Where to start...)"

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Season: Winter

Location: Saison Avenue

Souma: Let's see... The address they provided should be around here... Which one is it, exactly? There are several similar stores here—

Mm? Ohh, I recognize that figure from behind...!

"Himeru"-dono~!

HiMERU: —Aah, Kanzaki-san. Good morning to you.

Souma: Good morning. So this is the place where the recording will be carried out. There are many similar stores in "seson avenyuu", so I was in a bit of a bind.

HiMERU: Indeed, there are a number of stores of the same type next to each other. Moreover, the names of the stores are all in foreign languages, which Kanzaki-san isn't very good at.

Souma: Certainly. With so many shops around, I think it would be nice to have some shops with names like "Zen" or "Wabi-sabi". [1]

HiMERU: ...Those don't seem like names that would resonate very strongly with young people.

Souma: Is that so? Hmm. It is difficult to understand the preferences of the young.

Incidentally, "Himeru"-dono. I get the feeling that the "staffu" appear to be in more of a hurry than usual. Has something occurred?

HiMERU: Ah, yes. It looks like it's going to rain, so they want to start shooting early. They're probably busy setting up.

Souma: Hmm. Now that you mention it, it does seem that the skies are gloomy today. I recall that the weather forecast said that it would rain on and off for the rest of the week.

HiMERU: Yes. This recording session might be at the weather's mercy.

Souma: At the weather's mercy, huh... If that's the case, I will devote my efforts to finishing the recording without a hitch.

HiMERU: —Agreed. HiMERU looks forward to working with you today.

Souma: Ah, likewise. I will be counting on you.

The recording begins.

Souma: Hmmm...

(Mm? As expected of "Himeru"-dono. It looks like he has already begun decorating the "shou windou".)

(Usually, I'd be worrying about what to do on my end—But this time, I'm different!)

(I watched a "dokyumentarii" program about "disupurei dezainaas" in advance, so I have prepared myself by studying what "disupurei dezain" is!)

(First, choose a "thiimu"—that is to say, it seems I should decide on a subject. Furthermore, it was said that to begin with, one should choose a familiar topic that is easy to express. So, I thought about this...)

(—The subject this time will be "my individuality"!)

HiMERU: (Now then... Where to start...)

(Well, HiMERU already has a theme in mind, so all he has to do is work towards it.)

HiMERU: (The program producer said HiMERU is a trendsetter. In other words, they must be looking for designs that incorporate current trends.)

(On the way here, HiMERU visited various stores on Saison Avenue to observe trends and show windows.)

(All that's left to do is figure out how to incorporate it with the theme HiMERU is currently thinking of... It's an opportunity to demonstrate his skills.)

(Speaking of which. It seems that they have provided a variety of objects to make it easier to create the desired image.)

Let's temporarily place them to align with the theme.

After a while.

HiMERU: Place this over here... No, this one is too assertive. It doesn't give off the impression of an accent color, rather, it's more like the colors are fighting each other.

If that's the case... Then, move this over here, and by reducing the color a little more...

—Yes, that's good. It's just as HiMERU imagined. Let's use this color scheme.

HiMERU: (Phew. For the first day, that's enough.)

(If everything gets done too quickly at the beginning, it will make for a dull program. It's also important to show some of the anguish in the process.)

(Speaking of which. How is Kanzaki-san's progress going? When we talked earlier, he didn't seem very confident about it...)

Souma: Uu, um~mm. Mmgh, mmmgh...

HiMERU: (From the atmosphere, it seems that he is struggling considerably. Is he okay...?)

(No way around it. Let's lend a helping hand this time. We have undertaken this job together, and it's necessary for Kanzaki-san to stand his ground here.)

Souma: Uhm~mm...

HiMERU: —Kanzaki-san.

Souma: Hm~mm...?

HiMERU: Kanzaki-san!

Souma: Woah! Apologies, I was completely focused. "Himeru"-dono, is there something wrong?

HiMERU: —Not exactly. HiMERU was just, a little concerned about your situation. You seem to be struggling. If you're willing, HiMERU could offer you some advice?

Souma: Ah, did I make you worry? What a terrible thing I've done.

Nevertheless, no assistance is needed! Moreover, this is a showdown. It would not be a fair match if I were to ask you for advice.

HiMERU: Ummm... Well, that may be true... but...

Souma: However, I appreciate your thoughtfulness. I am in your debt!

HiMERU: ...No need.

HiMERU: (Rather, you should've asked in order to make the showdown more exciting...)

Zen is a school of Mahayana Buddhism. Wabi-sabi is a world view centered on the acceptance of transience and imperfection, also derived from Buddhist teachings.

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[butterflyeffect333]

A Daytrip to the Past

In which Sarada found out her parents' love story is actually a melodrama.

Part 1

"Are you familiar with your parents' love story?" Chocho asked as she poured more chips into her mouth.

"Ha?" asked Sarada in confusion. "All of a sudden?"

"Yesterday my mama told me about her epic love story with papa. It's so romantic!" 

"Romantic?" For some reason I can't imagine papa being romantic in any way, Sarada thought. 

"Yes! She told me that papa saved her in one mission. When that happened, the wind stopped blowing, she stared into papa's eyes and then they fell in love!" 

"Ha?" Sarada adjusted her glasses in confusion. "Was your mama by chance watching drama at that time? That seems straight like a scene from some melo. How could such things happen in real life?" 

"You don't believe me, Sarada?" Choco eyed her with anger. 

"No!" Sarada put up her hands in defeat. "It just felt like...eh... a tad bit too romantic?" I bet it's a scene from drama. 

"That's exactly what I want to tell you! My parents' love story is super romantic!" 

"Eh... nice." 

"How about your parents, Sarada?"

"Eh..." Sarada adjusted the glasses on her face in nervousness. 

How will I be able to know? she thought. Everytime I ask Mama about Papa, a suspicious blush appears on her face, but she is surprisingly evasive. She talks a lot, but actually nothing is revealed. And I certainly will not ask Papa about such thing. It's totally embarrassing. 

Chocho narrowed her eyes. "Sarada... don't tell me you actually don't know anything about your parents' love story."

"Ahahaha, of course not!" Sarada took a step back. "They met in the Academy! They were in the same team! That's where they met and fell in love!" She nodded. Even she herself was kind of persuaded by this. 

"Really?" Chocho asked. "But that doesn't seem one bit romantic."

"Well, have you met my papa, do you think he may be romantic in any way?" Sarada shrugged. 

"Then why did your mama chose him? Aunt Sakura is pretty and an accomplished medic-nin. She must have lots of suitors. Look! It's Rokudaime! Isn't he the teacher of your parents? We can ask him!"

Sarada turned around to find Rokudaime wandering on the street in his typical laid back attitude. Before she could stop Chocho, she was already in front of Rokudaime.

"Rokudaime, you are Sarada's parents teacher right? Can you tell me about their love story? Is it very romantic?"

"Choco, don't be silly! Don't intrude on Rokudaime." She smiled apoplegetically at Rokudaime. 

Ah, but I am also very curious, Sarada thought. Please tell me something!

"Hmmm," Kakashi pondered. "Romantic?" A glint appeared in his eyes. "I wouldn't say so, your father actually mentioned specifically that he would not play with romance."

"As expected, papa is totally not romantic." Sarada sighed in disappointment. 

"Well then why did Aunt Sakura chose Sarada's papa?"

"Well..." Kakashi tucked at the mask covering his face as if pondering on a difficult question. "Sarada, haven't you heard anything from Sakura?" 

"Mama is surprisingly evasive about this topic." 

"Then I should not be the one to disclose this." Kakashi nodded and then he disappeared into a puff of smoke. 

"Do you want to know?" Another voice appeared behind them. 

They turned around to find an old woman standing there. She was short with her white hair tied into a small bun above her head. Her face was covered with wrinkles. She looked ancient, but her eyes were surprisingly glinting with wisdom. 

"Who are you?" Chocho asked. 

"Do you want to know?" the old woman smiled warmly. "Your parents' past." She looked straightly at Sarada. 

If she put it that way, she would be lying to herself if she denied. She was extremely curious about her parents' past, especially when the two of them were being so evasive about that. Look she even thought her mama wasn't her own mother because of how they were acting! Thinking back it was silly really, but could she really be blamed?

Sarada nodded gingerly as the old woman glanced at her with her piercing gaze. 

"You seem like a good child, let me grant you your wish." The old woman smiled warmly and with a snap of her finger, everything turned white. 

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When Sarada opened her eyes again, the old woman had disappeared. 

"What just happened?" She tried to blink away the tears from the flash. "Did you see that flash, Chocho?"

"It nearly blinded me!" Chocho fumed. 

"Wait, Chocho, weren't we standing next to a udon shop just now?" Sarada asked. She pointed at the shop next to them. "Why did it turn into a confectionary shop?"

Chocho glanced at the confectionary shop in front of them. "Wait! I have heard of this shop. Papa told me about it. He said this shop sold nice sweets, even though he liked chips more, and that it closed down when the owner retired. Fifteen years ago."

"Then... why is it still here?" It didn't make sense, Sarada thought. That's when she realized, the street looked different. All of the more advanced technology gadgets disappeared. 

She ran down the road until she could take a glimpse of the Hokage rock. 

"Wait for me, Sarada!" Chocho cried. "What's..."

"We're in the past," Sarada declared. The four faces on the Hokage rock staring back at them.

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"That is if this is not a very complex Genjutsu," Sarada said. 

"Then what's your thought?" Chocho asked. "You're the expert. You have the eyes." 

"Well... My eyes told me this is real." 

"Then it is real."

"Or someone stronger than us cast us into this complex Genjutsu."

"Then what can we do?"

"Nothing. I guess we should just go with the flow." Sarada sighed. "But just when are we?" 

"Look! Isn't that...Rokudaime?"

Sarada turned around to find a group of four walking towards them. Three of them were in tattered clothing. She could not imagine her stoic papa walking around with two feathers sticking out from his hair. Each of them was holding a chicken flapping in their hands. 

"I can't handle it! What kind of boring mission is this?" the boy that looked suspiciouly like Nanadaime complained. 

"Well..." Kakashi dragged on. "But you can't even complete this boring mission perfectly." 

"This is the fourth in a row! After kittens, dogs and chicken what else are we going to catch next time? Toads?"

"Shut up, Naruto!" the girl that looked like mama shouted. "Don't put that idea in his mind!" She fumed. Her usual neat hair stuck out in multiple direction. It looked like a haystack. 

Papa glanced at the two of them coldly and continued walking, but she could see how he agreed with them. 

"Wait, Sasuke-kun! You have feathers in your hair! Let me help you!" Mama said as she ran after Papa with a blush on her face. 

So Mama liked Papa since she was small. 

Papa turned his head to the side when Mama was picking the feather out from his head. "Take good hold of that chicken. Don't let it run away," he said coldly.

Exactly something Papa would say, see he was not romantic in any way, Sarada thought in dismay. 

"Of course Sasuke-kun," Mama replied with a smile on her face.

"It defintely does not look romantic," Chocho said. 

"Told you." 

"Then when did their romance story take place?"

"Who knows..." Then everything turned white once again.

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"Where are we again?" Sarada opened her eyes to find herself inside a forest. It's dark and filled with an omnimous feel. 

"Sarada, do you find this... a bit creepy?"

Sarada nodded solemnly. Then a shriek echoed throughout the forest. Sarada and Chocho ran towards the sound of the shriek to find a horrific scene unfolding in front of them. 

Mama was sobbing uncontrollably by the side. A snake like monster bit Papa on his neck. Papa then collapsed onto the ground. 

Sarada found her hands to be shaking uncontrollably, she had never encountered someone like this. That monster seemed strong, out of their league. 

"Snake..." Sarada mused. "Is that Orochimaru?" She widened her eyes in shock when she realized this. 

"Orochimaru? You mean that... person we met when we were on our way to search for your Papa?" 

Sarada nodded. She knew Papa studied under Orochimaru when he was young, that was the most she could glean from Mama. But what was the meaning of this?

She wished to rush out to help her mother when she saw her Mama dragged the two unconscious boys with shaking hands to the hideout she found. But she knew she could not. 

"Should we go out and help Aunt Sakura?" Chocho asked. "She seems so fragile, like she can fall down any second." 

"We cannot, Chocho. This isn't our timeline. And haven't you realized, we can't touch anything in this world. We're just passerbys. No one can sense us or see us." 

"This is a first... I have never seen Aunt Sakura so fragile. She seemed to be always full of strenth."

"You have no idea..." Sarada replied, thinking back to their house Mama pulled down in anger. 

This was the first time she saw her mother as a genin. This was so unlike her, like Chocho said her mother was full of power and strength. The Mama in front of her was like a fragile young girl. She had never seen this cry baby side of her Mama. Her Mama was always resilient and dependable. 

The time slowly passed until it's dawn. That's when another team of enemies striked. 

They attacked her defenseless Mama. Even though Sarada knew everything turned out alright in the end, she was comforted with the fact Uncle Lee arrived to save Mama. She let go of a breath she had no idea she was holding. 

"Oh no!" Chocho cried. She covered her mouth in horror. Uncle Lee was defeated by the three enemies. All that was left was Mama.

"Mama!" Sarada cried in anguish when she saw one of the enemies grabbed her mother by her hair. 

I have to save her, Sarada thought. Mama is in danger! Someone save her! Papa! Before she could stop herself, she found herself running towards her mother, even though she knew she could not do anything. 

That was then she saw it, the glint in her mother's eyes. The gaze she sometimes captured in her mother. The resilience she came to admire in her mother. As if in slow motion, she saw her mother pulled out a kunai and cut her long hair. 

Mama started fighting back, with all her might. Sarada had never seen her mother in this state, blood dripping down her face, desperation and determination in her eyes as she bit down on her enemy wrist. The enemy that was leagues above her.

"Is that Papa?" Chocho exclaimed as they saw the old Team 10 jumped forward to help her mother. 

Sarada was touched by their comradeship.

"Sarada, I will come and support you! Even if we're opponents!" Chocho declared. 

"We're friends, you don't even have to mention it!" Sarada smiled. 

"Look!" Suddenly Chocho grabbed Sarada's arm and pointed at something. 

"Papa!" Her father had awakened. She saw him taking in the tragic scene around him. That's when she noticed something weird. Black marks creeped over his face. 

"Sakura, who did that to you?" Papa asked the shaking Sakua.

And then Papa shot forward and attacked the enemies.

Sarada took in the brutal scene in front of her. 

"This... has to be a joke right..." Sarada cried. "A complex Genjutsu to challenge me... This is not... Papa... right?" Sarada exclaimed as she saw her father brutally breaking the enemy's arm. 

"Stop!" Mama cried with distress. She saw her mother ran to embrace her currently ballistic father. "Please stop." Sakura sobbed. 

Sakura looked at Sasuke begging, trying to bring back her Sasuke. That was then Sarada saw the black curse marks receded. Her mother... succeeded. 

"Now I would say that's quite romantic!" Chocho exclaimed.

Sarada found her face turned hot. Even though she did not want to admit it, she also thought that's a bit... like a scene from some drama. Not to the point of romantic, maybe a bit touching and embarrassing for their daughter to watch.  

That's when everything turned white again. 

[rainrise]

『Scorpio's Venom』 Capture your heart/Chapter 1

〖Translated by RainRise〗

Tomoya: Thank you for your hard work, Hakaze-senpai. May I come with you?

Kaoru: Are you alone today? I can't find the other members of Ra*bits.

Tomoya: Yes. I was recording a drama until a while ago.

Kaoru: Are you going to appear in a drama again? As expected of a popular actor~♪

Tomoya: No, it's not for sale. A child in the same office got sick, so I'm substitute him.

I played the role of a mob who didn't even have a name, and I only had a few lines.

Kaoru: Hmm..... Why did Tomoya-kun take over?

Even a rookie can play such a role, right? I have a feeling that Tomoya-kun won't even come out.

Tomoya: I applied for it. The staff at the office was in trouble just before, so I thought it would be a good experience.

Kaoru: Experience?

Tomoya: The movement of the gaze, Melting into the place. Because there are not many lines, there are techniques that can be refined.

It's a good opportunity for the creators to remember your face. Just because it's a small role, you can't be a fool.

What~? Sorry for being arrogant.

Kaoru: It doesn't matter.

Kaoru: ....…I see, there is also such a way of thinking.

Basically only offers, no opportunities to play small roles I didn't notice.

Scales fell from my eyes. Thank you Tomoya-kun.

Tomoya: No way..... Isn't Hakaze-senpai the most popular person?

During this time, you appeared in a youth drama about tennis, right?

Kaoru: Haha, did you see it? It's embarrassing.

Tomoya: How could you say that? It was great. The role of the hot-blooded department manager was like!

Kaoru: Really? Koga-kun laughed at me because I looked like a different person.

Tomoya: That must be a compliment. Because an actor is someone who can become someone else.

Kaoru: I don't think so..... Tomoya-kun is kind, aren't you?

Sometimes they tell me what I need to improve, but basically they give me compliments. I feel like I'm spoiled.

Tomoya: You're not the only one. Other people also praised seniors, like Anzu-san.

Kaoru: Eh..... Anzu-chan?

Tomoya: Yes. Actually, I watched the youth drama I mentioned earlier in the dressing room with Anzu-san during break time.

When the offer came, it was Anzu-san who recommended Hakaze-senpai. It seems that people around me were worried that I might be miscast...

I thought seniors could do it, so I'm glad that you're being recommended it.

Kaoru: E, he~e. Is that so..

(I didn't know.... Myself suspected that the cast was wrong. But Anzu-chan...)

(I wonder if Tomoya-kun knows why he recommended me. I'd like to hear more about it.)

(... Let's not do that. It sounds strange when you listen to it.)

Tomoya: What's wrong, Hakaze-senpai?

Kaoru: N-no, nothing.

Eum... Now that you've brought up the topic, may I ask you about your acting?

In playing a hot-blooded man, there is a part where I hesitated until the end. Right?

Tomoya: Oh, yes. I'll be happy if it's okay with me.

《After a While》

Kaoru: (...I'm glad I got to talk with Tomoya-kun about acting. After all, it's not enough to just imitate someone you know.)

(Tasho ended up becoming a hot character because he was too conscious of Moricchi, where he should have left his own personality.)

(It was well received at the scene, and Tomoya-kun also said, ``I didn't feel uncomfortable.'')

(There is no point in being cast just by copying. Even though I had Anzu-chan recommend me.)

........

(.....Anzu-chan, why did you choose me? What did you think when you saw my acting?)

(I couldn't ask Tomoya-kun, but... I'm curious, so I think I'll ask him directly.)

(It's just about work. As an actor, I'm just asking for his opinion, so I should be able to talk without thinking about it.)

(Hmm? This voice like Anzu-chan....)

(.....and Moricchi?)

Chiaki: ━━Hmmm, is that day difficult? Even Anzu can't do anything...

Don't make that face. Sadness doesn't suit you.

....haha. Alright, I tried quoting the lines of my favorite hero then.

But it is also sincere. I don't want to bother you.

I'm glad that you took me seriously. Thank you, Anzu.

Kaoru: (Eh, what kind of atmosphere is that? Isn't it a good feeling?)

(I'm curious about what you're talking about, but it's hard to interrupt.)

(Let's pretend I didn't see it just now, I'll see you later, Anzu-chan――)

Chiaki: Hmm?

Oi, Hakaze! Isn't it Hakaze?!

Kaoru: Oh no..

Note: Moricchi is Chiaki name made by Kaoru

──⇌••⇋──

Capture your heart/Chapter 1: END

Story Details:

Story type: Scout

Story: Scorpio's Venom

Story by: ゆーます

Collaborator: -

Character in this story: Kaoru Hakaze, Tomoya Mashiro, Chiaki Morisawa

Reminder: I didn't create this, but I translated it. So please if you want to repost in any platform, ask me first or credits me.

I'm sorry if there's any mistakes. Happy reading all!

(All - Next) Thank you for reading!

[real-reulbbr-band]

For the flower ship asks thing, (you dont have to all of them I just wanted to give you a choose lmao)

Dahlia & Rose : MistoJerrie

Water lily & Sunflower : TantoDemeter

Daisy & Bluebell : AlonzoTeazer

Ooo variety thank you

Mistojerrie

Rose ; Who's more romantic?

Generally? It’s sort of 50/50 since they have different love languages.

Mungo loves finding (and stealing) gifts to impress Mistoffelees with and taking him to places around town he hasn’t been to before. 

Whereas Mistoffelees is a little more casual, sure he’ll do some tricks for mungo whenever he asks but sometimes (mostly on occasions like anniversaries) misto will try to surprise him. Most of the time Misto is more of a words of affirmations type though.

If you’re asking who’s more flirtatious then 100% mungo cheesy pick up lines but some generally sweet ones too. 

more below

Dahlia ; Do they keep secrets from each other?

Hmmm

I can see Misto unintentionally keeping secrets from mungo, Misto likes to keep his personal things to himself generally so near the start of their relationship he isn’t exactly used to opening up to someone that isn’t victoria. Over time however he does learn to trust and speak to Mungojerrie more.

However In a very specific scenario Misto seems like he’d keep mungo out of the loop on certain situations until they’re over and done with. He just doesn’t want to trouble him.

When it comes to Macavity- yea mungo keeps a lot of secrets, like Misto it’s more instinctive (at least at first) he doesn’t really talk about Macavity with anyone who wasn’t there with him and prefers to leave his past in the past. 

However if Misto tries to bring up the topic Mungo tends to shut down the conversation or just down play whatever had occurred if he went to see Mac recently. (if he even admits he did). 

It’s complicated, keeping secrets from each other is a habit they both grow out of the longer they’re together but it’s never truly done with malicious intent.

Tantometer

Water Lily ; Which one cares about their appearance more? Ooooo tough one

Tantomile (before they got together at least) really wanted to impress Demeter, and make a strong impression. But that’s a tad bit difficult when you have an identical twin. 

So Tant may or may not have asked Bombalurina for advice…which she was more then happy to give ofc. (Which is why tant has red lipstick) 

Dem ofc doesn't care about appearances of others that much, but Tantomile did develop a bit of a liking to pampering which eventually did get to dem. 

It became less about them wanting to have great appearances all the time and more about some morning self care (I don’t know if cats actually have makeup but like 2019 has a bunch of cats drinking milk even though they’re lactose intolerant so logic doesn’t matter) anyways they have some morning routine pampering together along with self care dates. So equal amount. 

Sunflower ; Which one would go to jail for the other?

I want to say Tantomile but Demeter will literally commit a felony and go against anyone for someone she loves (cough cough jumping fake deut). So purely because girl is the right amount of unhinged Demeter. 

Alonzoteazer

Daisy ; Which one sings while doing chores? Are they good at it?

Oooooo

Alonzo does, and fairly well but only when he thinks he’s alone and then when Rump catches him and ofc teases him about it he acts like he doesn’t know what she’s talking about until she eventually moves on.

Rump sings loud and proud, cats from outside the den could probably hear. It’s mostly nonsense she made up on the spot or related to whatever chore she’s doing. Alonzo appears neutral but he genuinely enjoys it, sometimes he’ll even hum teazers silly songs while on patrol.

Teazer tried singing a lullaby to him once it was bad but hey it cheered him up

Bluebell ; Who's more emotional?

Hmmmmmm

They’re both fairly emotional, Alonzo tries to toughen up sometimes but that crumbles quite quickly. 

As for Rump 90% of the time she’s an open book. 

I don’t have much more to say….just Alonzo finds himself opening up to Teazer quite easily since she’s good company.

[johannwolfgangvongoethe]

Tips for someone closeted abt their disabilities? Asking for a friend

hiiii !!! love you, i hope you are doing fine!

hmmm, THAT IS A COMPLICATED TOPIC YEAH... you can only mask so many of your struggles and a lot of it depends on the relationship you have with others and the enviroment you are in. i am not sure i can help, but i will ramble for a bit, okay!!

generally speaking:

1. keep in mind you do not need to tell someone. and if you can deal with it, especially if you are in a stressful risky enviroment where telling people could have repercussions on you, sometimes it can be beneficial to remain hidden. your identity really decides what you can and cant do in society 2. what also factors into this is whether you have a professional diagnosis. i am Very pro self diagnosis but unfortunately not everyone is and professional/school/uni enviroments just straight up dont really care. being taken seriously is always a huge struggle, no matter the disability/chronic illness. 3. seeing how your health is on the line, its usually good to be honest and upfront about it, since it can really help!!! its still definitely worth it, may that be to ask for accomodations, clear up confusion, or just to get it off your chest. its freeing!!

from my own experience, here is what i found:

i am always as upfront and unapologetic about it as possible. this is difficult and it takes practice but it is worth it. i feel like the more confident you appear, the more people are likely to instinctively take you seriously. + it always sets a sign to yourself and others to not treat the topic with any shame!!

people can be ignorant on accident, when they dont understand smth. so instead of describing what your disability does, i find it helpful to tell others how it affects your life and, if necessary, what they can do to help you/create a safer enviroment for you.

i think its generally good to start out by using easy terms and categories other people will instantly recognize before getting into the details. to be relatable, as the kids say and love to be. depends on the situation though. (like, for example, i have narcolepsy. no one knows what that is but if i tell people its a neurological disorder, that includes seizures and excessive exhaustion and tiredness, they instantly get a vague idea.)

be prepared to provide whatever the other end may accept as "proof". this is upsetting and it sucks. but you have to expect it unfortunately, even in casual enviroments. if you dont have anything official, a clear definition of how disability affects your life can help get the serious nature of the situation across.

you will find yourself explaining your disability over and over and over, so lay out a "battle plan" in your head that contains the most important information (symptoms, how it affects your daily life, which kinds of aid you need with it) it gets tedious but private people will often just.... forget. we all have our own lives and disability is usually unfortunately not a topic on peoples minds. (we can change that however >:))) )

this one sucks but. take care of yourself and be prepared to treat yourself better than the people who may push your away bc of this. i have ended many relationships with friends and family because they treated me terribly in relation to my disability. there are always people who will love and understand you.

if you know someone who already knows and supports you, it can help to have them be present. just as backup you know. and even if thats unnecessary, as emotional support.

as for any sort of school or work enviroment: gotta bite the bitter pill and just hand a docs diagnosis letter to people and ask for what you need. in relation to this, look up what sort of benefits/accomodations you can receive in your country and hand info on that in alongside the diagnosis. sometimes theres also local social services who can provide accessible info on this. you gotta be direct and demanding about it or no one will do anything, in my experience.

this got kind of lengthy, so i hope some of it is helpful somehow?!??! aaaaaaa

also, everything depends on the kind of disability ofc and the specific stigma related to it. my personal issue is people keep hitting me with the "wow i wish i could sleep as much as you do" (bruh,... my days are like 10h long. with maybe 4h i can "work" in. permanently) so i always try to lead the conversation in a way that wont give others a chance to attack me in predictable ways o|<

its genuinely super hard but necessary and sometimes extremely good for you to be open about your disability. the world wasnt made with us in mind but with more information and social acceptance, it can be. never let others get you down!!! youre strong as hell!!

[tiredassmage]

10, 11, and 29 from the SWTOR questions

10. An NPC you love to hate?

MY TIME IS COME. Moff Regus! Lol, okay, so there's a story here. Kind of two stories, buT. First of all, Regus is the officer you meet on the Imperial side of Ilum and. the gall of this man.

First of all, his audacity to blatantly disrespect Savosta because he was Chiss while knowing full well that he was also the Emperor's Wrath was ballsy. Savosta was very... displeased to say the least, lol.

And then also it turned into a whole thing between @captainderyn when we did Ilum for Era and Tyr tagged along because Ilum is like the first of a really long conga line of Imperials and Sith both preening their feathers that the dissolution of Imperial Intelligence isn't their problem, but also bemoaning it five minutes later and Era and Tyr were not having it, lol. I sadly don't have it, but I think he straight up to their faces told them something like "Intelligence isn't my PROBLEM" and it turned into these two standing there all salty like "oh but we're the SOLUTION, huh. bastard >: ("

Tyr would like to punch him and I think I'd support him. I think he should be allowed.

11. An NPC you hate to love?

Hmmm... In a way, Empress Acina? She's a badass, she's beautiful, I do actually believe there might have been something to her offer to collaborate with the Alliance without the usual backstabbings and as much of the manipulation that has characterized Imperial alliances in the past (or at least less of those things). My main being an Agent though, it's hard to entirely forget those early impressions of her as a member of the Dark Council with the Dread Seed quests (that are sitting unfinished in my quest log - granted - because oh my god what do you mean I need a group at the end of this largely soloable chain) and then also see her flip a switch so vehemently on Iokath when you side with the Republic.

"Intelligence should have retired you when they had the chance!" is quite a vicious bite, given everything Nine goes through, lol, so... it does feed the impression that Acina never entirely saw you as an equal power as Commander in that context - which doesn't surprise my agent, exactly, but having your trust issues manifest and basically reinforced in that way is... still an ouch, lol.

I forget if it was here or on YouTube or... somewhere else that I saw someone muse that Iokath and the superweapon debacle didn't really fit Acina or Malcolm in their eyes and I more or less agree. Iokath's an... odd one like that in that I don't... necessarily mind the concept that something big sets off tensions again, but it... doesn't feel like the right players were involved in the right places or times. Something different might have stuck a little better for me, but it's what we have and ALL of that is wildly off-topic, lol.

Anyway, so... I have complicated feelings on behalf of my main boy, lol. I think Acina is cunning and beautiful and I love to see that, but it's definitely a bit difficult not to approach her with some wariness after my agent's run.

29. Companion you wish you could've romanced?

Largely my desires are just... unrestricted romances rather than romances that don't exist at all. Quinn and Vector's class story romances I'd love to be able to do on my males. In general, I want more ladies for my ladies to kiss and romance.

I think the only one that doesn't exist at all that I feel almost robbed of is someone has a post about how Talos should have been an option for the Inquisitor and that post hit me like a truck because they are so right. That's another romance that, if done, I'd like to see available to a male and female Inquisitor.

I also think a few cross-class romances would have been interesting, though I'm blanking on particular examples, but since they brought back certain companions in a way that everyone has them in the Alliance... why not? But that'd... also imply they did a lot with the returner romances from class stories to begin with though, which they really haven't, so I'd probably like to see that more, really.