#to help w translating documents

[mothervvoid]

see the thing is. not everything in the foundationverse (scp universe? idk. there is no canon) is an anomaly. there are people classified as “type blue” who learn how to perform magic. there are generations of sigilmasters and magicians and they work with the foundation sometimes. anyways i think kakashi is a type blue.

[oars]

the closer i get to september im less worried about not having the funds to apply but im more stressed about just doing the paperwork and messing it up

[thedissociatives]

was about to say idk what happened in the last few weeks to get me back on my bullshit about saosin but. my phone broke

[sixofcrowdaydreams]

Six of Crows Russian Edition

Today I found this gorgeous gem at the bookstore!

So a few years ago I moved overseas to live in a Russian speaking country. I am not in Russia, for the record. The national language here is not Russian, but it is commonly spoken in my city.

Today at the bookstore I looked for a copy of Crooked Kingdom for the cast of Shadow and Bone to sign this May when I go to A Storm of Shadows and Crows convention in Paris. I don't own a copy of SOC or KC in English and there's no chance of finding one where I live. The next best option was getting a book in the local language and calling it a souvenir of my time abroad. To my delight I found this lovely Russian edition of Six of Crows!

More stunning artwork below.

There were multiple versions of the books to choose from. The original art and the Netflix artwork were available too. The most impressive part was finding copies of the original covers WITHOUT the Netflix sticker. (Haha, suck it Netflix.) To the right, not pictured were King of Scars and Rule of Wolves.

I've never seen this cover variation before. It was an exciting find!

The Russian version I bought is illustrated by (I assume Russian?) artist Eva Eller.

I didn't see a copy of Crooked Kingdom with illustrations by the same artist at this bookstore, but it must exist. Mine was the last copy of SOC with the Russian artwork. Maybe it was sold out?

Google Translate titles the book Six of Ravens, lol. But that's just a translation error because a little google-foo showed that ворона (pronounced vorona) means crow. Interestingly, while typing the title, I learned that вор (pronounced vor) means thief. Interesting how similar the words crow and thief are in Russian. Checks out.

Above is the art printed on the side of the pages. Love how it still includes the side of the pages colored, just like the original books.

The hardcover underneath the jacket is a crow. It's not the same as pictured on the original CK cover, but it is similar. Love the messy, broken, bent feathers, yet the crow is still able to fly. Metaphor for our six characters? Absolutely!

The book was wrapped in cellophane so I didn't realize there was even more art inside! Here is the inner cover. IT'S BEAUTIFUL! The back is the same. It captures the foggy haze of Ketterdam so well.

The flaps of the book jacket are images from the inner cover. But there's a cracked texture over them that gives it a gorgeous grittiness.

The candle is the left side of the inner book jacket. Sorry the image isn't flat, I didn't want to damage the jacket by straightening it out.

The right side of the book jacket shows all the Crows!

Let's appreciate how Matthias looks snow pale and serious. Inej is taller than Nina -- she must be standing on a step stool. No clue why both of their eyes are closed, especially when Nina is the one pointing to the paper. They are lovely. Kaz has on his scheming face. Jesper is as handsome as every version of him should be. And Wylan looks bored AF because A.) he's already memorized the map he drew or B.) he can't read whatever document Kaz has in front of them. Wait, no, Wylan is making heart eyes at Jesper. All of the above can be true.

Inside is a small illustration at the beginning of each chapter, which changes with each section.

You can also see the Crow's names written in Cyrillic. Inej, Kaz, Nina, and Matthias translate easily. Jesper uses the д (letter D) and ж (pronounced like zhe) letter combination that makes his name sound like Zhesper since there is no J in Cyrillic. It's worth pointing out (again) that Wylan's name does not translate perfectly. There is no W in the Cyrillic alphabet. (As someone who also has a W in their name, I sympathize with Wylan here.) I'm no expert in Russian, but I'm pretty sure -- with the help of google translate -- that Wylan is pronounced as Oo-ai-len. Poor boy can't catch a break.

Each of the five section of the book use different chapter art. They all do an excellent job capturing the atmosphere.

The paper is so thin that you can easily see the printing on the opposite side. Not ideal for an edition that's otherwise this lovely. Oh well.

Given that Ravka is fantasy Russia, it's not a surprise to find the Grisha Verse books in Russian.

I am so excited to bring this book to Paris for the cast to sign!

[otomehoneyybearr]

Gilbert’s Aphrodisiac Story!

Minors please keep away

Pictures provided by @candied-boys

\(^ヮ^)/

This is a translation of an event story on the JP Server, all the content belongs to Cybird, please support them if you can!

Silvio’s Aphrodisiac Event Here

My body ached with a heat that made me even hate the bright sunlight shining through the window.

I was reaching my limit to maintain my rationality.

In front of me sat Gilbert, looking at mathematical formulas as per usual. However, I, on the other hand was trying my best to regulate my breathing.

Gilbert: "Little rabbit, its still daylight yet your wearing such a lewd expression on your face.

Emma: "N-no I'm not."

(.... Its so painful that I can't help it, but I have to endure it.)

(All of this happened because of none other than Gilbert.)

I had been called into the laboratory by Gilbert, when he happily told me about something out of the ordinary.

Gilbert: "I happen to have some ingredients left over so I made something I thought would make you happy, little rabbit."

Gilbert, with a happy smile on his face, approaches me with a small glass bottle in his hand.

I sensed a vague hint of evildoing in that smile of his and suddenly I had a bad feeling about this.

Emma: "What's this?"

Gilbert: "Aphrodisiac."

Emma: "Oh, an aphrod-- wait, an APHRODISIAC?!"

Gilbert: "Correct. An aphrodisiac I made using the leftover ingredients.

Gilbert: "Although I'm not as good as Walter when it comes to formulations, I'm confident that its safe since it been made with natural ingred--

Emma: "W-wait a second. Why would you make an aphrodisiac so suddenl---

Gilbert: "Little rabbit."

Gilbert: "You either accept my gift, or you’re forced to accept it."

In an unobtrusive manner, the small bottle was pressed against my lips in the blink of an eye.

Just as I opened my mouth to argue, the liquid was poured inside.

Emma: "Hmmgh...!"

Its thick and viscous, with a taste so sweet it almost burns my throat, and almost instantly, my consciousness goes into a haze.

(What the--- My body feels like its on fire.)

I felt a cold finger caress my cheek and ears, which were beginning to flush, and I quickly moved away from Gilbert.

Gilbert: "Well, I have some work I need to finish today, so please be a good little rabbit."

Emma: "...Gil!"

I called his name, but the person in question returned to his chair as if nothing had happened and didn't even look up from his documents on the table.

It didn't take long for me to realize the tremendous effects of the aphrodisiac.

A deep hunger for pleasure disturbed my mind and body to the point I wanted to cry.

Gilbert: "Little rabbit, could you please hand me the materials from the shelf over there?"

Emma: "S-sure."

(Since it's Gilbert, I'm sure he's noticed that the aphrodisiac is taking effect.)

(But its still its embarrassing to act like this so blatantly... and it's becoming really hard to focus.)

Somehow I managed to make the rational decision to retrieve the material booklet, located on the top shelf, as instructed.

The feeling of my legs rubbing against each other, and the collar of my blouse barely scratching neck created a numbing sensation that surged through me, and I quietly let out a sigh.

(...This is difficult.)

(I want to hurry up and get it, but I can't move like this.)

Because I kept stopping my movements so as not to pick up even the slighted bit of pleasure, I found myself unable to pick up the documents.

Before I knew it, Gilbert was standing behind me.

Gilbert: "You we're being top slow, little rabbit, so I came to get it myself.

Emma: "Ah...."

Just as I was about to turn around, his lips came surprisingly close to my ear.

Gilbert: "This is at a height you can't reach, right little rabbit?"

Gilbert's breathe slipped into my ear, making my body tremble.

His arm stretched out towards the shelf and slightly rubbed against my shoulder, as if he was caressing me.

I let out a whimper so lewd that even I couldn't believe my ears when I heard it.

(If this continues, there's no way I'll be able to hold back.)

I lost all of the strength I had left in my legs and I crouched down in my spot.

Gilbert: "Huh? Was that small touch enough to make you feel that strongly?

Gilbert: "My, you're quite the shameless little rabbit, aren't you?"

Emma: "..."

My cheeks heat up at Gilbert's words.

I took the hand he offered to me and stood up, but then he bit the fingertips he was holding.

Emma: "A-ahh"

Gilbert: "Hehe, how fun."

Emma: "...Please stop."

Gilbert: "Huhhh, why?"

Emma: "Gil!"

Gilbert: "Alright, alright. If this is what the little rabbit wants, then I'll just get back to work."

Gilbert removed his lips from my fingers and returned to his seat with a relaxed demeanor that was the complete opposite of my own.

(I'm beginning to reach my limit.)

(It's mostly Gilbert's fault that I ended up like this, so I want him to take responsibility for it.)

I decided to to throw all of my shame away and stood in front of the table, looking straight at him.

Emma: "...Gil."

Even though I called his name, he didn't look up from his papers.

(It's shouldn't be anything serious since he was just trying to play with me by giving me an aphrodisiac.)

Emma: "Gil, please listen to me."

Gilbert: "Whaaat? I can't concentrate on my work."

Finally looking at me with his red eyes, my fiancé, puts his elbows on the table, and rests his head in his hands, tilting it.

Emma: "...It hurts."

Gilbert: "Hmm. And what is you want me to do about it?"

Emma: "W-what..."

Gilbert: "I'll grant anything you wish, little rabbit, so won't you tell me?

(Do I really have to say it specifically?!)

Gilbert smile was bright and he seemed to be genuinely enjoying my reaction.

(It's what Gilbert wants...)

(Its frustrating but I can't bear it any longer.)

Emma: "...Please, Gil."

Gilbert: "Hmm, its still not enough. You have to beg for it properly."

Emma: "...Please touch me."

Gilbert: "Hehe. Good girl."

ヾ(´〇`)ﾉ♪♪♪

Gilbert got up from his seat, sat me on the table, and ripped off my blouse.

He licked the petal-like love bites that grew every night, and just when I expected the usual bite to come, he bit down harder this time.

The pleasure was so great that I forgot about all of my embarrassment and let out a moan that I didn't realize was my own.

He played with the tips of my overly sensitive breasts, but it didn't give me the stimulation that I longed for.

Emma: "...Gil, please don't be tease me."

Gilbert: "I'm touching you just like you wanted, aren't I?"

(That's...)

With tears forming at the corner of my eyes, I shook mt head and clung to Gilbert.

Suddenly, the hand that had been wandering around my chest, lifted up my skirt.

It sank down my underwear and into the gap between my hot, wet legs.

Emma: "Ahh...!"

Gilbert: "Then does this satisfy you?"

It would have been fine had he just thrusted it into me, but he stirred his fingers around, making a water-like sound.

A light flashed across my vision, and soon my whole body was attacked by a feeling a weakness.

I'm drowning in greed to the point where I can't breathe, and yet Gilbert keeps his cool face.

He pulls his freshly wet fingers out, and licks them as if to show me.

Gilbert: " Hey, little rabbit. Work will have to be delayed since no progress has been made, right?

Emma: "...Please don't tell me this is what you were really after."

Gilbert: "Well, its boring to just work all day."

(I can't believe he's okay with making me drink aphrodisiac for a reason like that...!)

Suddenly, I noticed the small bottle left on the edge of the desk.

(Half of the contents is still left.)

An idea arises before my thoughts are almost consumed by the pleasure.

Emma: "It's pretty unfair that I'm the only one forced to take the aphrodisiac."

I picked up the small bottle, quickly put the rest of the aphrodisiac into my mouth, and kissed Gilbert.

Without giving him anytime to refuse, I let the aphrodisiac to flow into his mouth and immediately heard the sound of him swallowing it down.

(Finally, we're equal.)

(Well, the reason I did it is more than it just being unfair, it's also because I feel lonely.)

Gilbert: "If anything, I want Gil to beg too."

Gilbert: "Hehe, you've turned into quite the bad girl, haven't you little rabbit?

Gilbert: "Maybe it's due to my influence."

Emma: "Gil..."

The depths of Gilbert's eyes were wet with lust as he smiled, a mysterious sensuality overflowing from him.

Those eyes stared at me spread out on the desk, and after he took off his jacket, his heat penetrated me in one breath.

The bottom of my stomach aches with pleasure at the lust he finally shows me.

There was no way I could manage my sanity as he grabbed me by the waist and shook me violently.

No matter how many times my head goes blank, I feel myself about to lose consciousness from the never ending pleasure.

Emma: "Ahh, I can't.... continue... anymore.."

Gilbert: "You said you wanted me to beg for it, right?"

Emma: "But..!"

Gilbert: "And you still look unsatisfied."

Emma: "...!"

Gilbert: "You'll take responsibility and stay with me until I feel better, won't you, little rabbit?"

Gilbert: "Oh, but of course I'll be accompanying you too."

Just as I let out a sweet whimper from him biting on my earlobe, Gilbert begins to trample my insides once again.

I let out a loud cry from the intense pleasure.

I also notice that the expression on Gilbert's face swaying in front of me was even more sensual than usual.

(...He's absolutely terrible.)

(I can't believe that I'm so happy from my beloved is begging me and drowning in pleasure together.)

Gilbert: "Emma..."

Emma: "...Ahh...."

My whole body relaxes after being forced into a rush once more.

I throw my body back onto the table and Gilbert hugs me so tight that it hurts.

He then rains nonstop kisses on top of where he had left the painfully sweet bite marks.

The fingers that lovingly intertwine with mine are no longer cold.

(Its because Gilbert made me drink that aphrodisiac,)

(That my mind and body are feeling more tired than ever before, and made me do such embarrassing things. I feel terrible.)

(Still, I love Gilbert and I can't ever refuse him. This man's love is troublesome, but so is mine.)

(The bite marks, the heat shared through our fingertips, and the aphrodisiac prank are all proof of Gilbert's love.)

(When I think of Gilbert's love, everything is so lovely.)

I'm reminded once again that I've been completely trampled by Gilbert.

▼・ᴥ・▼

[http-drabbles]

soulmate, soulmate where are you? 2

1.3k words of absolute crushing angst, it's 7am and i woke up to write. shall i be evil and let this be the final part? mayhaps.

warnings: s/h and making jungkook sad (:W)

fuck fuck fuck.

skimming every question and typing out my answer feels a lot like betrayal. name, age, country of residence, when my soulmate mark appeared, contact details, translator needed, agreeing to a declaration that if my soulmate mark was found to be fraudulent i could face a fine or jail time. i tick the box by his name, attach a photo of my mark and send the form off. the confirmation email is too cheery it makes my jaw ache at how i grind my teeth.

i don't want to talk about the circumstances that lead me to fill out that form, to apply for a loan that covers travel cost and a hotel for this. the woman who helped me fill out the form was again all too cheery, wishing me a good luck and all i could do was smile so fucking limply back at her while noticing lipstick smudged against her teeth.

a month passes and i'm gleeful, maybe it's a network error and my form never submitted. i'm free and can tell the loan company to cancel my plan, i don't go on social media to see what jungkook is up to and in those weeks the nightmare is over and i embrace my loneliness.

the email arrives at 16:21. heathrow to seoul, a contact at hybe will meet me at the airport. id needed. date of when i'm expected to actually meet jungkook, with a disclaimer that it may change due to fluctuating schedule. the tiger lily tingles, and i almost see the petals opening ready to accept him.

"don't get your hopes up, i can always email them back to get out of this."

i don't. of course i don't because i'm standing in a Costa in London Fucking Heathrow next to the hybe contact who is analysing their croissants like it's the key to end all misery. i wished i could look at croissants with that much intensity.

she asked once to see my soulmate mark, gave it a one second glance over and then typed something down in her phone, i wondered how many people she's flown with to Korea. more than ten i would bet. i don't ask, i'm not conversational but when we're waiting in the queue holding out boarding passes i blurt to her.

"i haven't flown before. i've got a fear of it i think."

she passes me a sleeping tablet and i bump her number from ten to a solid fifteen.

korea is pretty, face practically smushed against the taxi window i take in every single detail i can. there's an over-abundance of signs, low hanging wires and roads so tiny it's a miracle a car can pass through them. i don't take photos, i rely on my brain to remember and then forget.

hybe is anything but pretty, more like a grey lump of concrete and glass. i sign two more documents and the translator informs me that in two days time i will be meeting jungkook, but not officially meeting. more like my arm will be stuck through a gap and our soulmate marks will touch, i will have to wear a mitt because some people had become a little too excited and scratchy. my mark is thoroughly inspected this time, deemed official and not a tattoo i'm driven over to my hotel.

i don't unpack, staring at the forms in my hand which are a mix of korean and english i almost laugh. traitor. stupid traitor.

over the next two days i come to two big conclusions, one kimchi is too sour but the rice cakes should be considered a universal delicacy and two, is it too late to back out?

is it too late to back out? i'm in the taxi, i consider clawing the windows for escape but i decide that digging my fingers into my belly helps ease my nerves. can i back out? hybe is cold, the ac is too strong and there's other girls in the room i'm lead into. shy smiles as i plop myself in the back. we are called alphabetically. is it possible to back out? there's four of us left now, i didn't bother counting us as a whole. i can't stop digging my nails into my stomach.

i can't back out. my name is called and somehow my body removes the hand from my belly and i walk myself over to the room. there's a row of grey screen partitions that divide the room, a small slither in the middle presumably where my arm will go. it hits me jungkook is on the other side and i bite my bottom lip hard to avoid laughing. tugging my sleeve up a staff member puts the mitt on securely, another verbal warning to not do anything harmful to the artist.

artist and not his name.

i sit down on the chair, staring into that small space to catch a sight of him but there's nothing. i don't mind a fine, or jail time. i hope it's not real. deliberately slowly i raise my arm, putting it through the gap with my tiger lily facing upwards. the air shifts around my arm and i feel him. warm as his tiger lily presses against mine.

at first nothing, and i almost let out the loudest sigh of relief and then it is everything. in the mitt my fingers jerk, i pull away like i've been electrocuted clutching my arm but it's energy, pure energy. thrum. drum. drum.

he's tearing the partitions apart and i stagger back, nearly falling over the chair to get away from him. frantic korean, something more reassuring from a staff member and then he pokes his head through. beaming smile, he's so happy to see me and i guess i'm somewhere between absolutely mortified and in complete shock. his sleeve is rolled up and i notice his tiger lily has fully blossomed, a quick glance down at mine and i realise mine is the same.

he speaks again, approaching me like he wants to hug me but seeing that i'm backing away like a rabid animal he slows, contains himself and glances at the translator and back at me.

"hello. i'm jungkook. it's nice to meet you finally." oh god. too much. he's too kind and his cologne has infiltrated my nostrils and i'm so glad the mitt is still on because i'd be clawing at my nose to stop smelling it.

"s-sorry.. can't." i give the staff member who brought me in here the universal look of, 'get-me-the-fuck-out-of-here-now.' i am ignored.

"sorry?" he tilts his head in pure confusion, he looks worried. i hate him for it. "don't be sorry. it's okay. i'm happy."

i glance around the room and notice i'm being recorded, i don't know what sets me off more. he's too close, the camera, him, why is he so close? he touches my shoulder to comfort me and i jerk away, i can't stop looking at the camera and the other staff members who are beaming at us.

"i'm sorry," my eyes lock with his, "i don't want you." he doesn't understand and i glance at the translator.

she looks sad and very softly tells him what i've said, he doesn't seem to believe her because he presses his fingers against the tiger lily and shakes his head.

"us. this is us." he's struggling to speak himself and i can see him remembering. he's really looking at my arm now, clearer. the burns, the cuts. all the times i've tried to prune that cancerous flower from my arm. almost physically wounded he takes a step back.

"i'm sorry, i don't want this." the translator repeats my words and all he does is nod.

he nods and i leave.

[blackcrowing]

Blackcrowing's Master Reading List

I have created a dropbox with pdfs I have gathered over the years, I have done my best to only allow access to documents which I found openly available through sites like JSTOR, Archive.org, or other educational resources with papers available for download.

That being said I ALSO recommend (I obviously have not read all of these but they are either in my library or I intend to add them)

📚 Celtic/Irish Pagan Books

The Morrighan: Meeting the Great Queens, Morgan Daimler

Raven Goddess: Going Deeper with the Morríghan, Morgan Daimler

Irish Paganism: Reconstructing Irish Polytheism, Morgan Daimler

Ogam: Weaving Word Wisdom, Erynn Rowan Laurie

Celtic Cosmology and the Otherworld: Myths, Orgins, Sovereignty and Liminality, Sharon Paice MacLeod

Celtic Myth and Religion, Sharon Paice MacLeod

A Guide to Ogam Divination, Marissa Hegarty (I'm leaving this on my list because I want to support independent authors. However, if you have already read Weaving Word Wisdom this book is unlikely to further enhance your understanding of ogam in a divination capacity)

The Book of the Great Queen, Morpheus Ravenna

Litany of The Morrígna, Morpheus Ravenna

Celtic Visions, Caitlín Matthews

Harp, Club & Calderon, Edited by Lora O'Brien and Morpheus Ravenna

Celtic Cosmology: Perspectives from Ireland and Scotland, Edited by Jacqueline Borsje and others

Polytheistic Monasticism: Voices from Pagan Cloisters, Edited by Janet Munin

📚 Celtic/Irish Academic Books

Early Medieval Ireland 400-1200, Dáibhí Ó Cróinín

The Sacred Isle, Dáithi Ó hÓgáin

The Ancient Celts, Berry Cunliffe

The Celtic World, Berry Cunliffe

Irish Kingship and Seccession, Bart Jaski

Early Irish Farming, Fergus Kelly

Studies in Irish Mythology, Grigory Bondarnko

Prehistoric Archaeology of Ireland, John Waddell

Archeology and Celtic Myth, John Waddell

Understanding the Celtic Religion: Revisiting the Past, Edited by Katja Ritari and Alexandria Bergholm

A Guide to Ogam, Damian McManus

Cesar's Druids: an Ancient Priesthood, Miranda Aldhouse Green

Animals in Celtic Life and Myth, Miranda Aldhouse Green

The Gods of the Celts, Miranda Green

The Celtic World, Edited by Miranda J Green

Myth and History in Celtic and Scandinavian Tradition, Edited by Emily Lyle

Ancient Irish Tales, Edited by Tom P Cross and Clark Haris Slover

Cattle Lords and Clansmen, Nerys Patterson

Celtic Heritage, Alwyn and Brinley Rees

Ireland's Immortals, Mark Williams

The Origins of the Irish, J. P. Mallory

In Search of the Irish Dreamtime, J. P. Mallory

The Táin, Thomas Kinsella translation

The Sutton Hoo Sceptre and the Roots of Celtic Kingship Theory, Michael J. Enright

Celtic Warfare, Giola Canestrelli

Irish Customs and Beliefs, Kevin Danaher

Pagan Celtic Ireland, Barry Raftery

Cult of the Sacred Center, Proinsais Mac Cana

Mythical Ireland: New Light on the Ancient Past, Anthony Murphy

Early Medieval Ireland AD 400-1100, Aidan O'Sullivan and others

The Festival of Lughnasa, Máire MacNeill

Curse of Ireland, Cecily Gillgan

📚 Indo-European Books (Mostly Academic and linguistic)

Dictionary of Indo-European Concepts and Society, Emily Benveniste

A Dictionary of Selected Synonyms in the Principle Indo-European Languages, Carl Darling Buck

The Horse, the Wheel and Language, David W. Anthony

Comparative Indo-European Linguistics, Robert S.P. Beekes

In Search of the Indo-Europeans, J.P. Mallory

Indo-European Mythology and Religion, Alexander Jacob

Some of these books had low print runs and therefore can be difficult to find and very expensive... SOME of those books can be found online with the help of friends... 🏴‍☠️

library genesis might be a great place to start... hint hint...

My kofi

[toletoles]

GENREAL FREE PDFS ON PALESTINIAN LIBERATION Below are a collection of books written by Palestinians authors to help further understand their struggle vv Master thread/Google drive link of PDFs: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/18u9KYo3MvRpyI0SDqD2AzseTvuSn3S8T (

“ there’s so many, where do I start?”

HIGHLIGHTED TEXTS these texts have been selected as being the most “beginner friendly” offering information for those still somewhat unfamiliar with Palestine and its history.

Palestine in Perspective: On the Image and Reality of Palestine Throughout the Ages by Khalid Kishtainy. Palestine Liberation Organization Research Center, Beirut, May 1971. 130 pages https://archive.org/details/palestine-in-perspective

Torture in Israeli Jails Foreign Information Department, PLO Unified Information, Beirut, July 1977. 68 pages PDF: https://archive.org/details/torture-in-israeli-jails

'Hollow Land' by Eyal Weizman https://drive.google.com/file/d/1l8E-mAJVGaDkheYpBaICXiwMgnMG0afj/view?usp=drivesdk

*”ADVANCED READINGS” These are a small list of books that go into more detailed/nuances of the Palestinian struggle. Such as the political economy etc. all books have been translated into English.

Google dive masterlist: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1i2U7nuWtRcwDNMyd2Dp-vseEv-8UDkCT

Stole this announcement from Palestine I.N.D, if you’d like to join, the link is above

SUDAN

resources

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resources

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resources

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HAITI

resources

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YEMEN

resources

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TIGRAY

resources

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https://give.unhcr.ca/page/71470/donate/1?locale=en-US

SYRIA

resources

https://sites.google.com/view/syrianeedshelp/home?authuser=0

https://helpsyria.carrd.co/

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Updated coverage v

more below, please read if you can

**Companies / Foodchains to Boycott **

thread of alternatives

BDS movement and knowing how and what to boycott

other companies to boycott

How to protest safely

general rules of thumb when protesting

same as above but w/ alt text.

** What YOU can do to support Palestine **

ways to help

actions across the continent

** Various links to educate / support**

Workshops and direct action protests

click to help palestine

masterlist with links to help, educate, etc.

how staying neutral is not a choice

Adding on, the Palestinian people have been suffering from this for over 75 years, 2023-2024 finally gave them the global attention they needed.

“if October 7th didn’t happen, this wouldn’t have been a problem for Palestinians” October 7th was a violent day, the israeli military had no right to go on and kill innocent civilians in gaza and plan to “wipe them out completely from the earth” ; over 2 million innocent Palestinians have been killed and still counting, they were stripped out their rights, wills, freedom and youth. In addition, Israel started their plan on taking over the ENTIRETY of the middle east, they've started with their crucial attacks on Lebanon and Iran, and will be moving forward after completely taking over both countries.

this is not a war, but a human cleanse. what is going on in gaza is the most documented killings of innocent civilians and yet the most denied by foreign countries.

all these statements are proven true. It would be appreciated if you have an open mind and leave your opinions aside, as majority of things on social media are twisted, played with, and somewhat false. PLEASE refrain from believing everything you see online, DO YOUR OWN RESEARCH! learn more here gofundme boycotted items

on a side note, since today marks one year since october 7th, i will not be uploading anything or doing requests (mainly because it feels wrong to be making layouts meanwhile countless people are suffering, but tomorrow ill continue doing requests & uploading)

[ecogirl2759]

~~~NEW UPDATE~~~

(I'M A DUMBASS WHO DOESN'T KNOW HOW TUMBLR WORKS SO IF YOU SAW THIS ALREADY NO YOU DIDN'T)

I'm glad people liked my 4コマ KINGS post so much lol. I love spreading the word about obscure lore :)

Under the cut I've responded to some of my favorite tags, given a little more backstory into the source of these pictures, as well as posted a few new ones :D

There's also a question at the very bottom that I'd love to hear opinions on, but no pressure if y'all don't feel comfortable answering ^w^

You're welcome >:D

Same, bro. I was basically thinking that the entire time I was reading these books lol

I feel like I should give a little context to these comics and where they come from lol. I wasn't very clear about the backstory in my original post. I do agree, when I found these, I thought they were super important, too, particularly because I don't think a lot of the fandom knows about these books lol.

The Danganronpa 4コマ KINGS anthology series was published in the early 2010's featuring a bunch of different artists. The series is 4 volumes long and published by Spike Chunsoft, meaning, while these aren't necessarily canon, they ARE official :)

There is another series of anthologies in relation to both the first and second games, but I don't have those.

The first two volumes of this series is relatively well documented. There are sites where English translations have already been added to all of the comics in them (I'm pretty sure), as well as some screenshots popping up on places like Pinterest.

The third and fourth installments, however, are really poorly archived. The third has some content from it floating around, but it's hard to come by. The fourth had almost no information on it no matter where I searched.

I say this because a while ago I found the ONLY pictures of the Mastermind!Taka comic on this really old Tumblr blog from 2014 and REALLY wanted to figure out what it was about. (Didn't help that I couldn't read some of the bubbles in those photos.) First I searched for an English translation (there wasn't (so I'm working on one hehe)), then I tried to find which book it was even from, and NOTHING!

These books, since they were in circulation around 2014-ish, have stopped being printed, so copies of them are very hard to come by. Luckily, I was able to get my copies from a kind stranger on Ebay :)

-NOW-

Here are a few more pictures that I thought were funny/interesting that I couldn't add in my first post because of the picture limit lol.

Sorry for the really long post, I just thought it'd be interesting to share :)

Here's the page of artists that contributed to this anthology! Please go check them out (or see if they have any socials since it's been so long). Some credits change per volume, hence how many photos there are. (And sorry for my hand, it's hard to hold these open lol.)

You've probably all seen the covers, but have you seen what's behind the covers? (Also including the opening illustrations. These have probably been posted online already as well, but they're worth including imo.) (Again, please excuse the fingers, I'm trying my best ;-;)

^ Sayaka came with a smudge :( she still pretty tho

So, uh, remember when I said Hifumi made ship fodder? ......Here it is. Eat your heart out lol

Also remember when I said that Mondo's hair was fluffy and bouncy? Here's the proof:

Sakura has been de-buff-ified twice LMAO

ALSO remember when I said Syo was a fan of BL? ...... :)

ALSO remember when I said Kyoko was kinda socially awkward?

(Context: Kyoko sees Kiyotaka and Mondo calling each other bro and, thinking it'll strengthen their bond as well, calls Makoto "Makoto-oniichan," or "big brother Makoto" lol. Also, second picture says "I have come to save you, Makoto")

Chihiro Shinji chair meme

I'm at my picture cap, but there's a lot I haven't brought up lol

-SO-

For a different thread, would people like me to find pictures of certain characters? (i.e. just photos of the characters looking cool/hot/stupid without a lot of the text.) Because I am totally willing to do that :)

I've already got a lot on Byakuya, Sakura, Aoi and Mondo for all you simps out there, and it's not hard to find even more lol.

So lmk :D

[friendcrumbs]

oughhhh ur writing is so good!! and ur art!!! do u have any tips on how to improve writings? i feel like my fics ive written are very bland...if u have a process im very curious to hear what it is too!

thank you so much!! ;w; first of all, your fics probably seem bland to you because you were the one who wrote them -- you got used to the plot and prose, and maybe get caught up in the technical aspects of what to tweak/improve, so much so that the 'magic' of reading becomes lost. have a little faith in yoruself! when it comes to general writing advice, it will probably be super unhelpful and something you've heard before but: writing a lot helps. it doesn't have to be good/finished/"publishable," it's about getting words down on a page. i write between 100k and 300k words a year. most of them are utter garbage or ideas that don't go anywhere, but that's kind of the point, to get into the habit of not agonizing over it. the other unhelpful and generic piece of advice i have is to read/watch media criticism -- i know it won't work for everybody, but for me, seeing why something works or doesn't work in a piece of media helps with knowing how to "steal it" and include it in my own writing. if i may be pretentious about my own writing, cicadas leans heavily on everything i had to read on horror/the gothic and weird fiction as a genre -- seeing the elements of why these genres are successful in evoking discomfort/fear and what techinques they use in plain language makes it easier to put in plot points/descriptions that mimic it (for example, disrupted/stretchy/unverifiable time to get a confused, fever-dream atmosphere).

when it comes to the process itself, i highly recommend a beta reader/friend to bounce ideas off of. they don't have to be super familiar with the original media (hi @nullians who bravely soldiered on despite not liking these guys, i owe you my life) -- it's about whether the ideas you have translate onto the page. i would usually ask for a creepiness rating on a scale of 1-10 and whether certain parts were too short/dragged on too long and then adjusted accordingly. the other thing is an outline. my outlines are notoriously shitty, no matter if it's fanfic/ original fiction/non-fiction, so i'm perhaps not to be the best person to be getting advice from on the technical aspects. but to me, it's helpful to have both the crucial plot points and the "mood" i want in a given segment/chapter. it's so i don't forget where i was going with it after a few weeks, so i can see if the bare bones of the story work without being 'pretty', and lastly, to see if the pacing works. it helps to have an 'objective' to hit within a given segment so i don't get off track and spiral into talking about something that's only tangentially related but really, doesn't contribute much to the 'goal' (if you end up with these bits, save them! i have a dumping grounds document where all the rejects go to save me when i'm stuck)

anyways, this got VERY long, but i hope it's at least somewhat helpful!! and again, thank you so much, it's so nice to hear ;w;

[archiveikemen]

'His Cherished Doll' Story Event: Prologue

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection. I do not own any of the original content. Please support CYBIRD by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

❥･• Warnings and FAQ

Roger: Come, Little Lady. Drink this drug for me, will you?

A few days ago, Roger had me become part of his experiment for a new drug, in return for the medical treatment I received from him.

Roger: You’re a lifesaver. You’re the only person in this castle who doesn’t have a curse.

Roger: I was having problems because I couldn't accurately determine its effects.

Kate: Um… I definitely won't die from drinking this, right?

Roger: It’s just a drug that increases the efficiency of wound healing. Look, it’s all written down in this document.

(It’s for research purposes, so it’ll be fine… right?)

I drank the clear liquid from one of the test tubes on the table in one gulp.

Roger: It says here that it's not a dangerous drug… huh? What did you just drink?

Kate: The clear drug you told me to drink…

Roger: N-Not this one. I said to drink the blue one…!

Kate: … W-Wha—

A sudden change happened.

(... ugh…)

My head was spinning and the ground felt like it was shaking, and before I knew it—

I became as tiny as a doll.

…

Victor: This is a disaster! Ever since Crown was founded, this is the most terrible thing that has ever happened!

Ellis: … Victor, your words and facial expression don't match.

Elbert: … It can’t be helped. Tiny Kate is… cute.

I explained the situation and received some doll clothes from Victor that he had for some unknown reason, and I was eventually surrounded by all the members of Crown.

(... This is terrible.)

Jude: Hah, you deserve this for signing up for some experiment without thinking it through.

Alfons: I think Roger is partially responsible for leaving such a dangerous drug within reach, though?

Kate: … It’s not Roger’s fault. It was a mistake on my part to drink the wrong drug.

Harrison: This isn’t the time to be playing the blame game.

Liam: That’s right. Kate must be feeling so anxious, we have to find a solution as soon as possible…

William: Roger. What’s your plan to help Kate return to her original size?

(... Please let there be a way for me to go back to normal.)

Roger: I don’t have one at the moment. This was completely unplanned.

(W-What…)

Roger: Don’t look at me like that, little lady. I’ll find a way.

Kate: … Thank you, Roger. I’m counting on you.

Liam: Roger, I’ll help too.

Victor: In that case, everyone who has free time on their hands will help Roger…

Victor: And Kate shall choose who she wants to stay with in the meantime.

Kate: Huh?

Alfons: You’ll need someone to take care of you, won't you?

Elbert: … Someone might step on you in that state.

Victor: Who will be the one to dote on you— ahem, who will you choose to take care of you?

The person I chose to take care of me would be the same person who would protect me.

A wrong decision could lead to a terrible outcome, there was no knowing what would happen to me.

William: What’s your decision, Kate?

The tiny me was faced with a do-or-die decision.

— My future of being cherished remained uncertain.

[kafus]

sometimes i think about how part of the reason i put off seeking out a DID therapist for so long is bc my alters are very fictional introject heavy (almost don’t have any that aren’t) and at least at the time there was a prevailing online notion that if you had a lot of alters that were introjects, especially if any of them came from “recent sources”, you were Definitely Faking. i just assumed i had to have something else going on and i avoided medical care for a long time.

i’ve seen that sentiment a lot less lately and i can’t tell if that’s because it’s actually gone down in prevalence or if it’s because i just do not hang out around DID oriented spaces much anymore, but it’s weird looking back on it literally over 4 years into DID therapy and diagnosis. to think i was ever worried about something like that and was so swept up in the social part of being a pwDID online. i don’t blame myself but that just really sucked. especially because it just does not hold weight, obviously i exist and i am diagnosed and my therapist herself has noted that her younger DID patients skew on having more “fictives” than her older ones and she acknowledges this as a real phenomenon instead of like… The Rise Of Faking or something. and we’ve had in depth talks about my situation and why i in particular am like this bc yknow. it’s relevant to myself and my recovery

i think a lot about last year when i was struggling a lot with a couple of pokemon alters who could not speak english but obviously were holding onto some trauma that needed to be attended to since they were causing issues in daily life, and i brought up my inability to communicate with them properly to my therapist, and she suggested that if any of the pokemon trainer alters are able to communicate with them, maybe use them as a translator of sorts? and i was just dumbfounded because not only is my therapist like, Not a pokemon fan and everything she knows about it is through me so i was impressed she thought of this, there was also a time i assumed both thru my trauma w the medical system and the system culture online that this was a conversation i would never possibly have in a medical setting. my introjection was silly, not something to be taken seriously, “faking”. but here was my therapist recommending this completely seriously to me and guess what: it worked! her suggestion fucking worked and solved a problem tormenting me for like a week

i’m kinda just rambling at this point but the notion that introject heavy systems aren’t real is a whole lot of bullshit and the fact that i put off getting mental health care for so long is also bullshit. there’s a whole lot of individuality per system that is not going to be thoroughly documented in the literature. kids are being raised in a different, fiction heavy environment these days, and if there’s an upwards trend of introject heavy systems i would not be surprised, and i think maybe that should be studied sometime. i really wish that the gatekeeping of uneducated randoms on the internet did not keep me from medical help for so long bc therapy changed my life

[smokersbaby]

Birthday present - "Smoker's birthday event"

This is the first fanfic for the "Smoker's birthday event", this prompt is mine but I'll publish two other requests on March 16th and 18th so stay tuned!

Characters: Smoker TW: n.fsw, fingering, oral sex (receiving), unprotected sex, creampie (no breeding kink included), a little bit rough and a lot of fluff too 💕 Words count: 1,6 k The song that inspired me while I was writing this: -> Il cielo nella stanza - Salmo -> English translation MINORS DNI

It was such a busy day for Smoker, all day long managing between papers about the navy's commitments and new bounties on pirates. Office days were the moments he hated more, probably the most boring part of his job. Besides, today was his birthday and he didn't even plan anything to celebrate it. His mind was so into the work that he didn't even realize that you, his s/o, were knocking at his office's door. You waited a bit for his response, but as soon as you realized that you were waiting in vain, decided to slowly open the door and let yourself in, locking the door behind you. Here he was: hunched over his documents, so involved in writing something on reports that even when you reached his desk he didn't rise his head to greet you (simply because he didn't notice your footsteps in the room). "I think someone needs a pause…" you whisper in his ear. He feels goosebumps all over his body as feeling you close since he thought he was alone in the room. "Y/N! Didn't I tell you to knock before coming in?". You chuckle a little hearing his words "Well, I did, you are the one here that didn't notice. I just thought you might need a pause. Furthermore, isn't today your birthday?" He sighs "It's just a day like another, no time for me, just work…". As you observe his desk covered in papers, you can't help but wonder if he'd prefer to see you on that table instead of the documents. Without thinking twice, you sit on the desk, throwing the majority of the papers on the floor. "W-What are you…" he seems upset as you do so, but his expression changes as he sees you dressed differently from your standards: instead of trousers, you are wearing a short skirt that leaves little to the imagination. He becomes a blushing mess seeing his s/o dressed like that: "What's this? I've never seen you wearing that…". "Oh it's just a skirt, haven't you ever seen one?" you laugh a bit seeing him so flustered. You fix your eyes on him: "Smoker, I think that you need a pause, it's your birthday after all, and you deserve it…" as you say that, you grab his hand and bring it under your skirt. His hand twitches a bit feeling nothing but your soft skin underneath since you were wearing nothing besides your skirt. He's flabbergasted by your actions, his heart starts pounding hard in his chest as he sees you being so audacious. He's more a man of actions than of words, so he wastes no time in pulling you closer to him grabbing you with his free hand by your waist. You gasp as you feel his hand starting to rub your clit with his palm without hesitation, probably because the way you teased him before awakened his wildness, normally he takes more time to get into it. He slowly lifts your head by your chin and leans towards you for a kiss, you expect a light and soft one but, instead, he starts biting slightly your lower lip. His tongue sneaks into your mouth reaching for yours, Smoker seems to crave you as if he wants to devour you.

This kiss is enough to make you soak wet. Smoker notices with his hand that your count is dripping in excitement and starts pumping two of his fingers inside of you. He does that so suddenly that a loud moan escapes from your lips. You wrap your legs around his waist as he stands tall before you, his fingers reaching such sweet spots inside of you. "Let me taste you, love" he whispers in your ear as if he's begging for it. You nod your head in agreement, there's no way you would say no. He kisses you from your lips down to your chest, slightly biting your hard nipples, from your belly to your inner thighs. He makes you wait a little bit just to increase your desire. "P-please Smoker…" you beg. "Patience, love" you can imagine the grin on his face at that exact moment, he loves being praised to hurry. But he can't wait either. He wants to devour you and feel how good you taste. The hotness of his tongue caresses your clit as he grabs you by your hips with both hands to dive between your tights. You run your fingers through his white hair to feel him closer, you can feel him almost gasping for air but, instead, Smoker starts swirling his tongue on your clit making you moan uncontrollably. At that exact moment, both of you don't care about being heard by his colleagues, on the contrary, it spices things up. Two of his fingers rub your slit just before pumping again inside of you, he wants to fuck you with his hands before fucking you himself. Needless to say that having Smoker's mouth on your clit and fingers inside of you makes you want to cum all over his face, but the need of having his cock instead of his digits inside of you is so big that you can't wait for any longer. "Come here, love" you whisper, there's no need to tell him twice. He stands up as he hears you begging for him, the bulge on his trousers making you gasp as if it were your very first time. Your hands shake a bit as you try to take his belt off. You're amazed by seeing his thick cock already leaking precum, he doesn't have to stroke himself since he has been rock hard since the beginning of your games. Smoker leans towards you, making his length slide against your slit to tease you more. You put your arms around his neck and give him a needy kiss. He devours your lips back as he whispers against your mouth how much he loves you for being just as you are. His cock slowly slides inside your cunt as it stretches your soft walls. Due to his thickness, it's almost like the very first time. Your nails almost scratch his back as he fills every inch of you with his length, he stays still for a moment making sure you are comfortable before starting to move slowly. His thrusts are so deep that you can feel how involved he is in this. Everything that Smoker does it's not lighthearted, above all when it comes to you. A loud groan comes from his mouth, "Y-your so tight…" he whispers in your ear. You can't help but smile while you hear him saying that. When it comes to fucking you, he loses his mind in half a second, Smoker's pace begins to become faster and faster, and the sound of his hips hitting yours echoes in the room and fills the office.

You hold tight to his back trying to keep up with him, he's become less rational and wilder right now, there's nothing that can stop him from pounding into you like that, not even the chatting sound coming from outside the room (no need to say that the other marines are hearing you quite well right now since you won't stop moaning). Your fingers grab the back of his head and pull him to your mouth, your lips meet his in a wet kiss that it's all tongue and teeth, he almost devours you with that kiss while he trusts inside of you without hesitating a bit. You clench your gummy walls around his hardness to make him feel how much you want to feel him all and make him feel good, probably you shouldn't have done that since he lets a growl escape his mouth as he grabs you from your hips to have a better grip, the tip of his cock hitting your sweets spot and making you see stars. You can't take it anymore, that's too good to hold back your incoming climax. "S-Smoker… I'm going to…" you try to say, but he places his forehead on yours as he stares into your eyes and whispers: "Me too love… cum for me… make a mess all over this cock.". His words awaken one of the most intense climaxes of your life, the deep connection that you have with this man it's the secret ingredient that makes you feel that good, you both know it's not just physical attraction. His eyes are lost in yours right now. In less than a second Smoker cums too, as he feels you clenching around him. He fills you up to the point that his fluids start to leak outside your slit without even pulling it out. He hugs you to feel you close after that, he does it every time after you two finish, but you know this hug means a lot to both of you, it's like he states how much he loves you without telling a word. Smoker looks right back at you, his hand caressing your cheek. "Aishiteru" he whispers to you that he loves you in Japanese and you love when he does that, it comes from his heart. As you continue to cuddle while he's still deep inside of you, someone knocks at the door. Shock appears on Smoker's face, realizing that all the other marines have probably heard them (they did for sure). You chuckle seeing his expression, he's so cute when he looks like that. "Guess you have to deal with it, happy birthday love…" you say smirking and giving him a light kiss on the cheek. You dress up in less than a second and exit through the back door. You know he'll forgive you for this when he'll come home and find you with another gift for him.

[birrdify]

@usbkinitopet OK I'M ABOUT TO RAMBLE SO BADLY I;;M VISIBLY SHAKING AND TWEAKING /VVVPOS

HUGE SPOILERS FOR THE AU GO WATCH THE VIDEO FIRST IN THE MENTIONED HANDLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FRIST OF ALL;L HOLY SHIT . OHMY GOD . I SWEAR TO GOD I;M GONNA NEED YOUR DISCORD/ANY SOURCE OF COMMUNICATION W/ YOU SONI OR IM GONNA START RAMBLING VRY 5 MINUTES ON MY BLOG.........../silly THIS IS SO????COOL???? I;MM IM SO???WHAT?? HOLY HELL?????? AND THE HORROR ASPECTS??????????? i;m not gonna include ANY ways to get the info i got in this ramble cause i want everyone to find how themselves thats the FUN of ARGS</3333

FRIST OF ALL......WE GOT NAMES.OH MY GOD OKAY WE GOT NAMES...OKAY.OKAYOKAYOKAY .. okayOKAY im so NORMAL OKAY

DETECTIVE JONES = USB!KIN'S CURRENT USER JACOB = A FRIEND? OF JONES ... OR CO-WORKER IN THE OFFICE, CAUSE JONES IS A DETECTIVE

OKAY WAIT IM GETTING AHEAD OF MYSELF i NEED TO ANALYZE THE FIRST ENTRY FIRST!!!!!!!! okayokay in ENTRY ONE.....looks like our USER is a detective who found the old computer and started to document his FINDINGS because of CERTAIN EMAILS.....sounds FAMILIAR !!!!!

SDHBSJDSDNKJ SSO THE EMAILS...THE EMAILS ARE WHAT ENCOURAGE D.JONES TO KEEP SENDING ENTRIES, and THEY CAN SEE HIS EVERY MOVE !!!!!

entry one seems to be!!the START OF THE GAME !! cause he mentions getting the ARTICLES and the PRODUCTION OF KINITOPET !! hsheehHEHE THSI IS SO COOL IM STIMMING ;

in ENTRY TWO....timeSKIP TO !! A FEW WEEKS AHEAD !!! in ENTRY ONE d.jones mentions an "old friend" which i THINK is JACOB ... so DETECTIVE JONES IS THE SMARTS GUY ,, and JACOB IS THE PROGRAMMING SMARTS GUY ...... what a DUO !!!!

YAYYY JACOBS TRYING TO GET IN CONTACT WITH SAM AND JADE ((at least II THINK) AHWSHWHSGWHS YAYAYAY

now ENTRY 2.1 IS INTERSTING... ......D.JONES MENTIONS JACOB LEAVING ND HE'D BOOT UP THE GAME WHILE JACOB'S GONE...WHICH I THINK BRINGS US TO THE START OF THIS CHAPTER!!!!!!!!! CAUSE AT THE END OF THE VIDEO THE "USER" APPEARS KJAHSWSHSDNKJ THIS IS AMAZING OH MY GOD

MORE ON WHY I THIBNK SO .... ccCAUSE if THESE DATES ARE "CANONICAL" , our USER MIGHT HAVE SUBMITTED THIS ENTRY!! RIGHT BEFORE LOGGING ON THE PUTER!!! OHM Y GOD!!!!

HHAHSHEJHSDJSD THIS MAKES MME VERY HAPPY ... .l;sdsdlmdslkMDS

OTHER SILLY THING I FOUND : THIS MORSE CODE TRANSLATES TO "HELLO?"

so NOOOOW i KNOW WHY IT SAYS LOCKED ZIPS . tTHERES A DETECTIVE...WITH THE "HELP" (more like encouragement) OF EMAILS...TRYING TO FIND INFO . THIS IS.T HIS IS SO FCOOL OH MYM GKAJSDKAD AKJWAKJDN

IM EATING THIS UUP PLEASEPLEASEPLASE SONI PLEASE I NEED MORE FOOD SONI

(aalso the sending your discord thing wwas a /j /nf uunles s ........((actually i rreally wanna talk to yyou /nf ;; hhjhgjhguhuhuhu i ddont know where to dump all mmy yapping SOBS (UNLESS YOU'RE UNCOMFY WITH PEOPLE GETTING YOUR DISCORD ITS OKAY SSORRY FOR ASKING AA AA

[amorest-viesse]

[A Touch of Magic for the Model] - Chloe SSR Card Story Translation

Ft. Faust and Akira

For Future Reference - Chapter 1

[Dressing Room]

Akira: (It was a tough journey to get here, but I��m glad everything turned out fine for Chloe in the end…)

As I made my way to the dressing room, I reflected on our experience with “The Amoire’s Diadem,” the premier fashion contest in the West. It was the stage all designers strived for...

Faust & Chloe: …

Faust and Chloe were already inside when I got there, sitting in front of a mountain of papers with worried looks on their faces.

Akira: Faust, Chloe, is something the matter?

Chloe: Master Sage! Apparently winning first prize comes with a ton of paperwork to complete.

Chloe: We’ve got a whole pile to knock out.

Much like the fashion competition itself, the documents Chloe showed me were decorated with stylish patterns and accents.

Faust: From what I can tell, these papers address things like legal rights and storage instructions for your design.

Akira: Winners still have it rough after the competition huh…

Chloe: Right? But we’re at the final stretch, so we gotta pull through!

Chloe grabbed a document from off the pile.

Chloe: (W- What does any of this mean? There’s so many complicated terms that I can’t make heads or tails of it…!)

Akira: …Are you alright, Chloe…?

Chloe: T- Totally! Umm, I think this one is saying my outfit is gonna be displayed at some grand hall in the West!

Chloe: If that’s fine with me then I just need to sign here…

Faust: …Hold on a second. There’s some more information here.

Faust: The exhibition will only be open from evening hours until morning in accordance with the theme of the competition… Will this cause any issues?

Chloe: Wow, I can’t believe I almost missed that! Since the text was in cursive along the border, I totally thought it was part of the design!

Akira: It really does blend right into its surroundings… Good catch, Faust.

Faust: It's nothing special. I have to deal with this regularly in the East, so I’m used to it.

Faust: …Would you like some help with the rest of those papers?

Chloe: Huh?

Faust: Judging by your reaction, I assume you’re new to this.

Faust: While it’s good to want to tackle things on your own, it doesn’t hurt to ask for some help either.

Chloe: Faust… Thanks so much for the offer.

Chloe: If you’re willing to help out then… Could I ask you to teach me how to do paperwork too?

Akira: What do you mean?

Chloe: It won’t do me any good in the long run if Faust just does the work for me.

Chloe: I want to learn how to do it myself in case I ever win another competition like this again in the future…

Chloe: Ahaha, I’ve only won this one though, so I’ll stop here before I jinx myself…

Chloe: Anyways, I’m sorry for the hassle! If you don’t want to do it, you definitely don’t have to!

Faust: …It’s not a problem whatsoever.

Faust: If that’s what you want, then I’ll teach you what I know.

For Future Reference - Chapter 2

Faust: First off, I’ll explain how to break down and read a document.

Chloe & Akira: We’re all ears, Master Faust!

Faust: …It’s funny hearing that from the two of you.

As Faust was lecturing, Chloe took down notes with rapt attention. Beside him, I listened in for any useful information.

Faust: …And those should be the basics. Next we’ll try applying them for real.

Faust: The easiest way to learn is by practicing over and over again while familiarizing yourself with the formula. If there’s anything you’re unsure about, please ask.

Chloe: Understood! Now where should I start…

Chloe: “From the Armoire to You: A Ray of Light For the Residents of Fashion Nation Consent Form”?

Akira & Faust: (That’s one heck of a title…)

Chloe: First off, I need to replace difficult words with simpler phrases…

Despite the unfamiliar terminology and Western flair of the documents, Chloe continued to write away.

Sitting beside him, Faust would check over Chloe’s work and give advice while I sorted the papers as they were completed.

Chloe: Sign my name here and… Done! Could you hand me the next one, Master Sage?

Akira: Of course! And with this one, we’re halfway done.

Chloe: Already!? I’m taking so long to read these that I was sure we had more to go.

Akira: Aw, don’t say that! You’re getting faster and faster with every document. It’s genuinely impressive.

Chloe: …Now that you mention it, I’m recognizing more of those stock phrases, so it’s getting easier to read things.

Chloe: This must be what Faust meant by “formula” earlier.

Faust: That’s exactly it.

Faust: However, don’t rush things either. You’ve overlooked a few things here... and here, so take your time and be careful.

Chloe: Really!? I totally wasn’t paying attention there… Thanks for catching that!

Akira: It’s natural for your mind to wander once you’ve been doing the same task long enough.

Akira: At times like these, it’s good to get a little change of pace. For example, you could raise your arms and stretch as high as you can.

Chloe: Ahaha, I do that while working on an outfit too! Taking a break can do wonders.

Chloe & Akira: Stre—tch!

Faust: …The two of you remind me of cats.

And so, we made our way through the pile.

Akira: The next one is the final document!

Faust: This one ought to wrap things up nicely.

Akira: What does it say?

Faust: It concerns the first place prize money. Messing up here could mean not getting paid.

Faust: There are several things to fill out, and it’s the most complex form yet. However, if you apply everything I taught you today, I’m sure you’ll do just fine.

Chloe: Wow, this one’s a wringer…

Chloe: Still, I can’t let everyone’s efforts go to waste! I’ll make sure to get that prize money!

Filled with more motivation than ever, Chloe began to read through the final document with a determined look on his face.

For Future Reference - Chapter 3

As Faust watched over him from behind, Chloe scanned through the document with his class notes in hand.

Chloe: Umm, first, I need to read over the whole thing and make sure I have everything I need to fill it out.

Akira: Is there anything?

Chloe: Um, let me see… Ah! Yes!

Casting his spell, Chloe conjured his sketchbook and flipped to a page filled with neat, round handwriting.

Akira: What’s this?

Chloe: A record of how much I spent to make the outfit.

Chloe: Thankfully, Heath said he’d write that down for me.

Akira: Oh! Nice going, Heath!

Chloe: Next… I need to check if there are any terms or conditions that would disadvantage me.

Akira: Make sure to look for any hidden ones like on that first document.

Chloe: Absolutely… Hmm… This looks fine… This too…

Chloe: Alright! Everything looks good to me!

As Chloe went along, he carefully filled in all the required information. Finally, all that was left to do was sign.

Chloe: We finished!!

Chloe: Wait no, I can’t forget! We gotta check one last time for any errors or oversights!

As Chloe looked over the paperwork, I made my way to him and Faust.

Chloe: Master Faust! Please check over it one more time too!

Faust: Good work, Chloe. I’ll take it from here.

Faust: …

Chloe & Akira: …

Chloe: Ohh, I can’t look! What if I did something wrong…

Akira: …I’m sure it’ll be fine Chloe. You got this.

Chloe: Master Sage…

Akira: After seeing how hard you’ve been working today, there’s no way you could fail now…

Chloe: …Ehehe, thank you. Hearing that makes me feel more confident too.

Faust: …Chloe.

Chloe: Y- yes sir!

Handing back the paperwork, Faust looked up at Chloe and smiled.

Faust: Everything looks perfect. Well done.

Chloe: R- Really!?

Akira: Congratulations, Chloe!

Chloe: Thank goodness… I really appreciate both of you for helping me out today!

Chloe: Thank you for taking a break with me Master Sage, and thank you Faust for teaching me how to navigate all this paperwork…

Chloe: Because of you guys, I had a lot of fun learning something new!

Faust: I’m glad it worked out in the end.

Faust: I’m sure you’ll do great the next time you win a competition.

Chloe: …! Thank you!

Chloe: Alright! I’ll make sure to work even harder from now on to make sure I don’t let these skills go to waste!

Looking at Chloe’s bright smile, I could only imagine where he would go from here.

The thought of it filled me with excitement as he took yet another step towards the future.

Start Where You Can - Card Episode

Akira: You did a great job with all that paperwork, Chloe.

Chloe: Thank you! It was super overwhelming at first since I’d never done anything like it before, but I’m glad everything turned out fine in the end.

Chloe: Eastern Country paperwork must be a completely different beast to tackle though. Have you ever dealt with it?

Akira: I received some from Sir Cock Robin before. They were completely crammed with print from top to bottom.

Chloe: Right!? I was helping Faust carry some Eastern paperwork earlier too, and he showed me a couple pages…

Chloe: Every single one I flipped to looked exactly like that. It was insane.

Akira: If anyone could handle that, it’d be Faust.

Chloe: Right, right? If it were me, I’d probably be knocked out before I knew it!

Akira: Ahaha… It was the same back home.

Akira: Whenever I read something I didn’t understand, I’d just end up spacing out.

Chloe: I totally get that. That’s why I think people who can do that kind of work are incredible.

Chloe: Since Faust took the time to teach me, I’ll definitely do my best to get there… Although, maybe I’ll start with Western style paperwork first!

Home Screen Voice Line

“There are times when Heath comes off as cool and capable, and other times when he’s more reserved, like a cute, younger brother. Either way, isn’t he just the best? Even though Heath tends to hold back, he can be quick to make decisions and show how he really feels when it comes down to it. Wait, is this what you call ‘gap moe’?”

[queen-dahlia]

𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐯𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧

𝗠𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗥𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟭𝟭 + 𝗟𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿

Note: Translation is not 100% accurate. Expect grammatical errors.

// : alternate translation | ⫘⫘ : flashback | 4:4 answer

The moon hides behind thick clouds, and the night swallows everything.

The sacred chapel, where no light shone, was also painted black, shadowing the figures who were there.

Gilbert: "—How's it going?"

???: "No problem. Everyone is waiting for your signal."

Gilbert: "Fufu, well done. But don't move yet, okay?"

Gilbert: "The final judgment has not yet been made."

???: "Are you going to take it down?" **

Gilbert: "Depends on my mood."

???: "You…"

Gilbert: "I will make a decision soon. That's why... okay?"

???: "… Huh."

Gilbert: "By the way, have you found your avenger?"

The moment he broaches the subject, the sacred air trembles violently in response to his passion.

Gilbert: "Can't you find them?"

???: "I'm looking through a lot of documents from that time period."

Gilbert: "You could have just asked me."

???: "What if someone hears about it, you idiot?"

Gilbert: "I think you worry too much."

???: "... And you know that in the first place, don't you?"

Gilbert: "Well, what do you think? Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you."

???: "Why?"

Gilbert: "Revenge must be taken with your own hands, right?"

Gilbert: "And even if I told you, you probably wouldn't believe me."

???: "…?"

Gilbert: "Hmmm, I could at least help you out."

Gilbert: "You did exactly what I wanted this time, so I should at least reward you."

???: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "Just be careful. Once you screw up, your "trump card" won't work."

???: "I'm not going to do that."

Gilbert: "I see what you mean. You're the child I trained, after all."

???: "… Oh. Absolutely…"

???: "Absolutely, I'm going to kill you."

Gilbert: "… Fufu. The little rabbit will cry."

Gilbert: "'Violence is what beasts do'. 一I'll just ask, but do you have any intention of having a communication?"

???: "Hey... If I can avenge my enemies, I will become a beast as much as I want."   //   "I'll be a beast for as long as it takes to avenge you."

He speaks as if to spit out his words, and his footsteps fade into the distance.

The doors of the chapel opened and closed, leaving a lone beast in silence.

Gilbert: ". . . . . ."

The refreshing smile disappeared, and—

His rough breathing was absorbed into the silence of the chapel.

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Sariel: "We're in deep trouble."

When I headed to the lesson that day, I was greeted by Sariel, who grimaced.

Emma: "What happened?"

Gilbert: "Would you like me to counsel you?"

Sariel: "Oh, that is a very tempting proposition."

Sariel: "Well then, Prince Gilbert, I am very sorry, but could you please go somewhere for a while?"

Gilbert: "I'll think about it with the little rabbit."

Sariel: "There are some things I would like Emma to do…"

Gilbert: "Is she going to be busy? It must be hard work. As a friend, I have to help her."

Sariel: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "... Right?"

(The atmosphere is the worst...!)

Sariel's eyebrows furrowed, and Prince Gilbert met him with a refreshing smile that was as good as the blue sky.

Emma: "… W-What is it that you would like me to do?"

I let out a cheerful voice to blow away the tense atmosphere, and Sariel came to his senses.

Sariel: "Soon, the day will come when it will be important for our country."

Emma: "Important…"

Emma: "… Oh, it's that time of year already."

Gilbert: "What?"

Emma: "The White Rose Festival."

Emma: "Getting in touch with the memories of the deceased, including our ancestors…"

Emma: "It's an important festival for people living today to put their wishes into words."

On the night of the festival, numerous candles and decorated white roses create a magical spectacle, attracting many people.   //   On the night of the festival, numerous candles and decorated white roses create a fantastic scene that attracts many people.

It is a lively festival that has existed since ancient times, where everyone thinks of a wish and puts their feelings into a white rose.

(I've been participating every year since I was a kid…)

Gilbert: "Heh… I see you have the right festival at the right time of year."

(The way he put it, I think Prince Gilbert noticed it too.)

In recent years, the White Rose Festival has taken on a different meaning than in the past.

Sariel: "Can't you understand why I don't want Prince Gilbert to be involved?"

Ten years ago, Obsidian suddenly invaded Rhodolite and dyed the roses with blood,

It happens perfectly at the time of the White Rose Festival.

Due to the nature of the festival, "getting in touch with the memories of the dead, including ancestors",

Recent festivals are not just about offering wishes,

It has become common for people to mourn and grieve for the dead, a tendency that can now be seen.

Sariel: "This year marks the 10th anniversary of the event, so a memorial service will be held."

Sariel: "It is such an important day for us."

Gilbert: "Heh."

Sariel: "… The White Rose Festival will be a national event, and we need Emma's help…"

Gilbert: "Am I in the way?"

Sariel: "I am simply asking you to refrain from doing so."

Sariel: "The White Rose Festival and the Obsidian royalty just don't go together too well."

Sariel: "At any rate, we have yet to receive an apology from your country for the invasion of 10 years ago…"

Gilbert: "Oh, is that so? I thought we already paid for the redemption."

Sariel: "I see that the messenger has arrived. There was no sign of the royal family…"

Gilbert: "His Majesty the Emperor doesn't know how to bow his head. For him, even just paying the reparation is an apology."

Sariel: "It's a logic that doesn't work in our country."

Gilbert: "Then I guess we'll never understand each other."

(. . . . . .)

Sariel: "… Even so, the long stay of Prince Gilbert has caused anxiety among many citizens."

Sariel: "Please stay away from Emma until the festival is over."

Gilbert: "No way. Why should I take your situation into consideration?"

Sariel: "... Yeah, yeah. I knew you would say that."

(That leads to "we're in trouble.")

The White Rose Festival, which commemorates the dead on Blood-Stained Rose Day, involves the Obsidian royal family—

Its significance is so great that it deserves to be inscribed in history.

(… I'm sure we'll get more opposition than we've ever gotten before.)

Not only to Prince Gilbert, but even more so to the only young lady who is close to the Obsidian royal family,

There should be a lot of cold entanglements.

Gilbert: "There's nothing wrong with that, is there? There's no rule that says the Obsidian royalty can't participate."

Sariel: "Then will you pay your respects?"

Gilbert: "As long as it's just a heartless form."

Sariel: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "That's the kind of country Obsidian is in, ordering an invasion with words of memorial."

Sariel: "We are far from peace."

Gilbert: "Our emperor hates peace."

(In other words, you are going to help me, but the country has no intention of having you involved in the White Rose Festival.)

Prince Gilbert's decision may be an act of pouring oil on a fire that has been smoldering for a decade.

(But…)

Emma: "I would be reassured if Prince Gilbert could help me."

Sariel: "… You've got to be kidding. Far from helping you, it will put you on the edge of the needle, you know?"

Emma: "I'm prepared."

Emma: "In the eyes of those who know nothing about it, Prince Gilbert's assistance may appear to them as a symbol of peace."

The Obsidian royal family cooperates with the White Rose Festival—depending on how you look at it, it's a compromise.

For the past decade, Obsidian has remained silent.

Without an apology, we have to live in constant fear of invasion,

There may be a certain number of people who would be relieved if it were a fleeting illusion.

Gilbert: "Unlike some bureaucrats, Little Rabbit knows how to handle me, doesn't she?"

A cold hand is placed on my shoulder, and in response, a deep furrow is carved between Sariel's eyebrows.

(… He must be worried about me.)

As long as I am Belle, it is inevitable that I will help the princes who spend their time preparing for the White Rose Festival.

There is also no way to avoid Prince Gilbert, who naturally follows me.

(Then I have to think positively now.)

Emma: "I'm going to start off by saying that I'm going to work you hard, okay?"

Gilbert: "You're going to make me?"

Emma: "If you're going to help me out, it would be a shame to hold back!"

Gilbert: "Ahaha, my usage fee is expensive, you know?"

Emma: "I'd like a friendship price there, please."

Gilbert: "It can't be helped. Only Little Rabbit is special, right?"

Sariel: "... sigh, I understand."

Sariel's sigh was mixed with bitterness.

Sariel: "Emma, please do not overdo it. Report all problems, even the most trivial ones, to me."

Sariel: "Is that clear?"

Emma: "Yes! Leave Prince Gilbert to me."

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(—And I responded with great vigor, but...)

As we walk side by side, I sneak a glance at Prince Gilbert.

His refreshing smile did not falter when we left Sariel's office.

(… I have no idea what you are thinking.)

Gilbert: "Hey, is there anything you want to ask me?"

As expected, Prince Gilbert stops in his tracks, perhaps because my gaze seems to distract him.

(Just in time. I just want to clarify one thing before the White Rose Festival.)

Emma: "Prince Gilbert…"

I was afraid to ask and hesitated for a moment, and then,

Emma: "… Were you standing on the battlefield 10 years ago on Blood-Stained Rose Day?"

(I have yet to hear about it.)

(... The "Blood-Stained Rose Day" that Prince Gilbert knows.)

Gilbert: "Did you know that they call me the "Ever-Victorious General"?"   //   "Do you know that I'm called 'The Marshal of Eternal Victory'?"

Emma: "I know."

Gilbert: "Then you know what I'm talking about, don't you?"

("Ever Victorious" means always winning.)

(… But the Blood-Stained Rose Day ultimately ended in a victory for Rhodolite.)

That can mean only one thing.

Emma: "You weren't on the battlefield."

Gilbert: "If you have to ask me if I was there or not, I would say yes."

Gilbert: "But I was not in command. I was there for a private observation."

Emma: "… Private?"

Gilbert: "Yes. I have always planned to invade Rhodolite at some point, so this was a preview of what to expect."

(At times like this, I am reminded that Prince Gilbert is never a friend.)   //   (At times like this, I realize that Prince Gilbert is never an ally.)

Even though he looks friendly, he is absolutely evil.

My heart ached, even though the answer should have been obvious.

Gilbert: "At that time, it was the Supreme Commander of the Armed Forces who was in command."

Emma: "Supreme Commander…"

Gilbert: "His Majesty the Emperor."

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "And then we lost, so it's almost embarrassing."

Gilbert: "And what he did was not a war; it was just a massacre with no outcome."

Gilbert: "It was repulsive to watch. Especially if you're from Rhodolite, right?"

(For Prince Gilbert, it seems the Blood-Stained Rose Day is never a good memory.)

Even if the event that happened doesn't change, it might be the only salvation.

Gilbert: "Oh, I'm telling you, I'm just as guilty as you are."

As if he could see right through me, he nailed it.

Gilbert: "Even though I knew about His Majesty the Emperor's invasion, I didn't stop it. I am on the perpetrator's side."

Gilbert: "I have no right to mourn the dead. The White Rose Festival is just a festival to me."

Emma: "… I understand."

Gilbert: "Really? You should have expected it by now."

Gilbert: "It would have been nice if I were a 'convenient existence' for you."

Emma: "That's not what I…"

Gilbert: "I hate lies."

(… I'm so stupid.)

(I hope Prince Gilbert had nothing to do with the "Blood-Stained Rose Day"...)

I would be lying if I said I didn't think so.

I didn't know why I had such strange expectations.

(Don't turn a blind eye to reality.)

Emma: "… I understand well that Prince Gilbert is Rhodolite's enemy."

Gilbert: "Fufu, great, great."

Emma: "Then why didn't the "Marshal of Eternal Victory" participate in the war?"   //   "So why didn't the "Ever-Victorious General" take part in the war?"

Gilbert: "Well… It's a nation's secret, but do you want to know?"

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Gilbert: "In Obsidian, there is an unspoken agreement that if anyone finds out your secret, you are to kill them without question…"

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Shaking my head, Prince Gilbert laughed, and his shoulders shook.

Gilbert: "But I think it was a blessing in disguise for Rhodolite."

Gilbert: "If I were on the battlefield, the map would have been rewritten by now."

Emma: "… Rhodolite is not a country that can be conquered so easily."

Gilbert: "Ahaha, you say that?"

Gilbert: "But it's a fair assessment. The Emperor has misjudged the underlying strength of a small country."

Gilbert: "I would be too embarrassed to return to my own country if I withdrew without gaining anything."   //   "I'd be too embarrassed to go back to my own country without gaining something."

Emma: ". . . . . ."

(Prince Gilbert seems to have the confidence of an "Ever-Victorious General.")

What if Prince Gilbert really shows his fangs against Rhodolite…

I didn't want to think beyond that.

(I wish you were on my side.)

Gilbert: "Rather than that, Little Rabbit, you needs to focus on the task at hand."

Gilbert: "Let's work together to prepare for the celebration, shall we?"

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Leon, Yves & Licht: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: ". . . . . ."

Jin: "… The atmosphere here is outrageous."

(Oh, I feel like I'm being crushed…)

The first thing I went to do to help with the White Rose Festival was,

A regular meeting of the executive committee, formed by the leading members of the domestic faction.

The situation was not what one would call a friendly atmosphere,

Everyone who was there was staring at Prince Gilbert, who was sitting in his seat with a casual face.

(There was a similar scene before, but when the person himself appears, the tension is different.)

Prince Gilbert doesn't care, even if he is skewered by sharp gazes that seem to pierce the enemy.

Gilbert: "Why don't you start the meeting? Or are we just a bunch of bored people here?"

Leon: "Lord Gilbert, you knew this was coming, didn't you?"

Gilbert: "I have no obligation to take your personal feelings into consideration."

Gilbert: "I just want to help the little rabbit."

Prince Gilbert smiled at me affectionately, and all at once the contradiction changed.

(Just looking at you, my heart is freezing.)

Gilbert: "Hey… Little Bunny, they don't seem to be welcoming you."

Gilbert: "I feel sorry for you. But don't worry, I'm on your side."

The more he speaks kindly to me, the more the temperature of the room drops.

As always, kindness cloaked in malice has repainted my world.

(… Don't give up now.)

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Emma: "I don't want to worry Rio and Luke, and I don't want to run away from Prince Gilbert."

Emma: "So... I will start by restoring the "cold world" created by Prince Gilbert."

Luke: "And how will you do it?"

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All hostility is taken in, and fists are clenched.

I don't ever want to look down and run away from their gazes.

Emma: "Prince Gilbert will be assisting us with the White Rose Festival."

Yves: "I-I see…"

Licht: "He has nerves of steel."

Jin: "Hey, he's our guest of honor."

(The princes don't seem to agree either.)

(… It's only natural.)

Emma: "Of course, I know it's not easy."

Emma: "I know there are many of you who find it... unforgivable."

Emma: "I don't know about the Blood-Stained Rose Day, so I don't have the right to say anything."

Emma: "But this is the only thing."

I make eye contact with each one of them the whole way through without running away.

Emma: "I wish Rhodolite everlasting peace."

Emma: "For that reason, I would like to let Prince Gilbert know the pain through the festival…"

Emma: "I think it will be an important step that will lead to the future."

Leon & Yves: ". . . . . ."

Emma: "We can't build peace if we keep turning our backs on each other."

Emma: "I want to fill in the gaps, even if just a little."

Jin & Licht: ". . . . . ."

(… I don't feel a response.)

It seems that my honest feelings resounded as "beautiful words."

Bureaucrat: "... Prince Leon."

After a long silence, the first person to open his mouth was a man with a familiar face.

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Bureaucrat: "Don't touch it!"

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Bureaucrat: "I'm sorry... but may I be excused for the rest of the day?"

Bureaucrat: "… I just can't stand it."

Bureaucrat: "I can't help... but think of my wife's face."

(. . . . . .)

Leon: "… Yes."

When Leon nods briefly, the man leaves the room without looking at him.

… He wasn't the only one.

Several other bureaucrats also leave their seats.

I could see swirling emotions there.

I can't hold them back or say a word to them.

(I knew that… but the gap is too deep.)

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Emma: "Originally, my daily life was full of people's kindness. Malice is nothing more than that."

Emma: "So I will change the current situation through communication, and this time I will drag Prince Gilbert into it first."

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(Can I really do that?)

Gilbert: "Hehe…"

In this situation, only Prince Gilbert laughs.

It was as if he knew this would happen from the beginning.

Gilbert: "Communication alone does not change people's values."

Gilbert: "Of course things could change, but that would be a huge, world-changing feat."

Gilbert: "You don't have the power to change the world. Don't be so cocky."

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "I wonder how long the little rabbit can keep dreaming…?"

𝗟𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿:

To the Mean Little Bunny:

I did read your response to me. Thank you.

However… I can't believe you want to know about my relationship with Yves Kloss...

I didn't expect you to ask me about another man, so I decided to be mean.

You deserve my help with the White Rose Festival, don't you...?   //   My help with the White Rose Festival is your own fault, you know…?

However, since you asked, I will tell you.

The Kloss family is my mother's family.

I'm sure you're guessing, but that guy you're good friends with is my cousin.

That lineage is genuinely a noble family.

Even in Obsidian, there were some high-ranking families, but as I said earlier, there were an overwhelming number of people who thought, "Those of higher status can do as they please with those of lower status."

That's why I hate those with that bloodline. Regardless of their character.

Now. Naughty baby rabbit. Next time, don't put the other man's name in your letter, okay?   //   Well. You mean little bunny. Next time, don't mention another man's name in your letter, okay? I'm the only one you should care about.

Gilbert von Obsidian