#uwah ~ they all died ~

[saucetail-hasanewblog]

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[xiao-brothers]

The biggest mystery in MLC is why they needed to knock the walls back if the rock Fang Duobing was holding was wedged between the two walls that was moving inwards to crush them.

Couldn't they have let go at that point?

[chisungie]

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[prettyboykatsuki]

on deaths door | s. gojo

✮ tags ; dark content ahead, afab + gender neutral reader, dark comedy / black comedy, attempts of suicide, the use of the word rapist in text, mentions of self-harm scars, penetration, intense but not rough, gojo is doting, no curses au, ceo!gojo 18+

note: this fic is mostly intended to be a dark comedy and have an unserious nature. it is very absurdist and it makes light of both suicide and assault. please proceed carefully if you find this might be triggering to you.

PLEASE READ THE TAGS BEFORE YOU PROCEED.

✮ wc ; 2.6k

✮ a/n ; i actually really really enjoyed writing this and would love to expand on it potentially. KJSDFJSKD.

reader has been through a lot so they are super nonchalant about everything just as a precaution

"Uwah," A voice startles you from your place on the roof. You gasp, amidst tears and sobs from shock. "Are you about to kill yourself?"

You whip your head around to see who could be beside you at this hour. It's a deliberately obscure location, too so it's extra weird. You were hoping to die in peace in a place where it'd be hard to find you, after all.

But there's a strange man interrupting your plans. Very strange. He's speaking Japanese rather clearly but his hair is a shock of white and his eyes are blues as saphhires. Despite the situation, his voice is light and cheerful - almost amused.

You can't tell if he's just a figment of your imagination. He's so unusual it stuns you out of your tears. You can't find your voice to respond for a moment.

"Yes," You reply, unsure of what else to say. He smiles at you.

"Hm." He looks contemplative. "Well... if you don't want it, can I have it?"

You stare on, confused.

He grins. "Your life, I mean. Can I buy it off you?"

Starting to wonder if you've already died, you stretch your hands up to wipe the tears off of your face just to see if any of it is real. The touch makes it gasp. You're definitely still alive. So, that means this strange man is also real and asking to buy your life.

"What?"

"Oh, don't worry. I'm not a cheapskate or anything, the price will be fair." He walks closer to you from where you've been standing all this time. He grabs you by the collar of your shirt, picking you up and setting you down further away from the ledge with a harsh yank.

Like a kitten whose mother is dragging it by the nape, you fumble onto the rooftop concrete. As soon as you're moved, you drop down to your knees - unable to find anymore strength.

"Are you... trying to traffick me?" Your voice is coarse in your reply as you stare up. It's a genuine question. You aren't sure what else to call this. The strange, unusual man just laughs in your face.

"Mm, well - not really. Though, if you say yes I'll make good use of you in all ways." The last part makes your skin crawl a little. "You were weeping so pitifully when I came up here... super pathetic. I just thought it'd be a waste if you died since I got to see something interesting."

There's something really wrong with this guy, you think. But this is such a common thing in your life, you aren't sure how shocked you should be.

There's also something equally wrong with you, because you're so fucked up - you're considering it. If he paid you enough to cover all of your debts, you could cut ties with all the bullshit your fathers debt has put you through. You could run away. Not there's anywhere for you, even after that. But at least you'd be unshackled from what makes you most miserable.

You don't want your life, but if this guy wants it so bad then...

"...How much will you pay me?"

His eyes light up when you ask this and it unsettles you further. "As much as you want. And you'd have to live with me at my beck and call."

"Like a pet." You reply easily.

Instead of denying it, he snaps his fingers and grins. "Exactly! Or maybe more like a plush toy that I take every where?"

Either way, you're not any kind of human. You're barely human now though with how much you work, so you aren't sure it makes a difference. You stare at him. And he looks back at you with a smile - all pearly white pristine teeth.

Who cares anymore, anyway? Even if he were to mistreat you, you're not sure you'd even feel it. It's all numb. He can have your life if it means you can escape what you're running from.

He looks rich, so maybe.

"Don't worry," He hums, and he reaches over to pat your head while your face is covered in tears. You don't flinch for some reason. "I don't like breaking things I've bought unnecessarily."

Something is wrong with you. Your self preservation is in total fucking tatters. But still, you want to say so you do. Maybe it's the absurdity, or the fact you truly don't have anything to lose. Nothing could make your misfortune any worse.

You sniffle and shake your head. He's dangerous and weird, but at least you could pay off your debts.

"Okay," You say weakly.

His smile gets impossibly wide.

You're wonder if you'll regret your decision.

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He's filthy rich.

You should've expected that. You did, kinda. Because only rich people would think to do or ask something so absurd like ask to buy another persons life. Still, he had a driver waiting for him downstairs and his car is definitely a sports care. A McLaren, you think. One of the places you catered for ages ago was full of rich people with flashy cars and you remembered some of them.

He sits with you uncomfortably close in the back seat but doesn't speak to you at all during the ride. Not until you arrive at the destination, which is a giant building where the strange man certainly lives.

The driver (named Ichiji) calls the strange man Gojo-sama, which makes you feel extremely on edge. They whisper about something when you're out of ear shot, and Ichiji gives you a sorrowful look that you can't place.

The name Gojo is familiar to you, but you aren't sure where you've heard it.

After taking a long elevator ride to one of the upper floors, you end up in the strange mans condo. When you get there, he tells you take off your shoes and gives you nice slippers.

"Welcome to my humble abode," He says, still frivolous and speaking to you in what feels like a foreign tongue. "And also yours. I'll set you up in the guest room later, but you'll be keeping my bed warm mostly so keep that in mind."

The size of the place is absurd and so is the decor. What have you gotten yourself into? You must've gone insane. You're too afraid to touch anything.

"Am I like... a sex slave?" You ask curiously.

He frowns at you. "You make me sound like some kind of rapist. I guess now that I own you....it might make me one... but you agreed to come here so don't be like that!!" He huffs, childishly.

His response is somewhat incomprehensible to you. He's stranger by the minute and completely tactless - but for some reason, it's hard to distrust him. He doesn't raise any immediate red flags aside from being unusual.

You almost want to say it wouldn't matter if he was, as long as he pays you but decide not too.

"Okay. Do you want me to take my clothes off?" You reply, nonchalant. He stares at you.

"...I know your heads pretty fucked up, but don't you think you're being too blase about all this?"

Your brow furrows. A weird response for a guy who willingly understands this is a less than ethical situation "Would... you prefer I struggle and refuse you? Is that your fetish?"

"No! Well..." You look at him flatly as he thinks on it, almost blushing at the thought. You make a face of disgust "Not in this case, alright! It's just too pitiful and I'm not that type really.... Be more cautious."

"But you were planning to fuck me from the start, right? Or something."

He nods. "Well, yes. As a way to earn your living and for me get my urges out whenever. Finding people to have sex with is a hassle."

You shrug.

"Right. I can cook and clean too. I've done pretty much every job you can think of it,"

He waves a hand at you. "We can discuss it later." He puts a hand in his necktie and pulls on with a small smile. "Right now, I want to test out my new toy so..."

You should feel more disgusted by how he refers to you, but you don't have it in yourself.

"Can I shower first?"

He looks surprised but nods. "Uh-huh. Just wear one of my shirts when you come out. Everything else is in the bathroom. It's upstairs, first door on your left."

You stand to your feet, nodding.

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It takes you ten minutes to figure out how the shower works.

His shower is nice. The whole place is nice. Nicer than any shithole you've ever lived in. He has a lot of nice bath products, though you aren't sure how you feel about smelling like him since you're borrowing his.

You examine your body a bit in the shower, looking at old scars as you wash and rub yourself clean. Thankfully, you gave yourself a trim downstairs not long ago.

It's embarrassing in retrospect but you've not had much of a choice in the first place. You're sensitive, unsure of the last time you've touched yourself given how much you work. You think of your job and feel guilty for how you're going to miss it. But you recall that you were preparing to die not even two hours ago and feel less bad.

You whimper a little as you finger yourself open under the water - getting wet easier than you thought. You have to lean against the wall, but with enough coaxing you get three fingers in. You're still horny when you shut the water off and step out.

You dry yourself and put on lotion - staring in the mirror. As told you borrow one of his shirts, but it's too big on you and you can see your nipples too clearly which makes you embarrassed.

You reason you're about to go fuck a stranger anyway, and decide to step out right after.

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You decide against wearing underwear since his shirt fits on you like a dress, but regret when you come back down stairs feeling aware of the breeze on your went cunt.

He's sitting on the couch with his legs spread, dress shirt unbuttoned but still in his clothes. He hears you before he sees you, eyes widening. You suddenly get self-conscious under the weight of his stare.

"Better than I thought," Is his only assessment. Your skin grows hot.

He beckons you over to him and you go, unsure of what to do until he pulls you into his lap. Forcing you to straddle him, he wastes no time in feeling you up. His hands at your waist and chest. His face lights up in pure amusement when he sees you bare underneath.

He stares at your pussy for a long time.

"It's good," He hums, his hands brushing against it. Your nipples pebble in response to the arousal, a pathetic moan leaving your lips that makes him laugh. "Pretty."

You don't have anything to say to that so you keep quiet. Gojo slides his fingers along the seam of your cunt to asses your wetness, surprised surely by how wet it is. Without warning, he plunges a finger in. He looks up at your face, your hand covering your mouth so you don't moan.

"So wet," His voice can't contain his amusement. "What's this?"

"I was," You shiver half-way through as he plunges in another finger and it goes in smoothly. "I p-prepared in the shower and masturbated. I thought you'd just want to stick it in and I didn't want it to hurt.

"Haah," His voice is sharp, suddenly breathy. Something hard and big presses up against your leg. "You're talented in seducing me. I'm not so ungentlemanly, but I'll let it go this time, alright?"

You nod. He uses a sticky hand to unbutton his slacks and push his boxers away. You gasp at the size of his cock. You're not a virgin exactly, but you haven't had sex with anyone this big ever. He chuckles a little, pressing the head of his cock against your stomach and cunt as if measuring it up to you.

More wetness pulses, shame filling you - because you're almost excited to be fucking this strange man you've only met today. Weirdly, you don't feel unsafe around him. Your eyes glass over from lust.

He sticks his fingers in your mouth and you suck automatically, instinctively. His smile is predatory all of a sudden, teeth glimmering.

"So obedient," He says, sharply. "Ah, I have a good eye. It really would've been such a waste."

You're content to throw yourself at him, chasing the pleasure. His fingers taste of salt and skin, making you want something else entirely. It's not long before he pulls away though, wrapping his hand around his shaft and making it shiny. You blink down at where he fists his cock - your spine tingling at the sight.

"Look at you," He mutters, amused. "Do you always get this excited? Is it normal for you to fuck strange men or am I special?"

You shake your head. "It's only been two people."

"Then I am special," He replies. Your breath hitches at the feeling of his cock pressing against your hole - fluttering. "We have good compatibility."

Before you can say a word, you feel his length push inside of you in one swift motion and gasp. It's so big, so impossibly big - and even with how much you stretched, there's a touch of resistance that's making your entire lower half feel like it's jelly. Almost numb from the sensation. Buzzing from adrenaline and want.

You feel full. In your stomach, in your chest - your whole body feel complete. When you manage to open your eyes, you look at Gojo and find yourself taken aback. His hair is pushed back from his hand and he looks... different. He's handsome now that you realize. His face looks...pleased.

You talk before you can think about it.

"Do I feel good?"

He laughs sweetly, before pressing a kiss to your temple that feels to affectionate for people who barely know each other.

"Uh-huh," He says. His hands are strong, tight on your ass as he bucks up into you - causing you to collapse forward. The pleasure makes you shake, sensitivity through the roof. "Feel so good. Hahaha, how lucky."

You cling onto Gojo's shoulder and bury your face into his neck. He doesn't stop you. A large hand comes around the back of your head - the other one at your hips as he thrusts up into you with alarming force and precision. He feels so good it's a little scary, and you can't keep the noises from slipping out. You moan and whine each time the tip rubs against you inside, soft walls barely able to accommodate the size.

Your body feels hot everywhere he touches. It's been so long and Gojo is so careful but so intense. His expensive dress shirt rubs up against your nipples each time he moves. It's so good, so good - makes you want to cry.

"You're so sensitive." He laughs against your shoulder. "Gripping so tight every time I move. Do you want to cum so bad?"

"Yes," The words are a sob. Just a little more.

"Uh-huh. Tell me where to touch you. How should I make you cum."

You're too shamelessly pent up to feel shy anymore. "Touch my c-clit, please, please."

"Got it, got it - don't cry."

Gojo listens to you well. Thick fingers and an angled hand find your clit with ease as he bounces you on his cock with no regard. Your eyes roll back instantly, immediately - as an orgasm washes over your entire body. Back arching, you cum hard around the base of his cock - but Gojo just keeps fucking you through it. He doesn't stop even when you come down, only moves you both so you're laying on the couch on your back.

He kisses you then, and you meet his mouth with sloppy tears running down your face from the pleasure.

"Let's see what your stamina is like, yeah? See if you can keep up with me."

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He fucks you unconscious.

Essentially. Though you take with enthusiasm even during your exhaustion because the sex is phenomenal - you have no idea when you stop.

You wake up in a bed, and you wake up completely clean. You don't know whose bed, but there's a large figure besides you. Half-asleep and fully exhausted, you feel shy thinking about the fact he probably bathed and dressed you while you were out.

What a strange man, you think - to do that.

He's talking to someone on the phone. You don't really make out much of the words, though you do hear your name in bits and pieces.

"...A college student.......- young then -...... open a bank account for.... - debt...- pay it all off before it becomes annoying.... look into -."

You shift under your blankets half asleep. A hand comes up on top of your head on the pillow, pushing hair from your face.

"Did I wake you?" His expression is hard to read in the dark with your eyes barely open. "Sorry. Almost done. Go back to sleep."

So you do, because you can't find strength to do much else.

The bed is warm, but your sure the heat you feel is from the strong, gentle head petting your head as you rest.

[wanderingxiao]

Christmas Miracle!

Husband! Scaramouche x Pregnant! Reader *NSFW*

Warnings: unprotected sex, explicit language, pregnancy/lactation kink, slight degradation/praise, and just mainly smut with fluff 💜

A/N: Merry Christmas!!! This is shit but hope you enjoy a little! ;)

Scaramouche scoffed lightly looking over the glittering Christmas decorations that filled your shared living room. The tree was decorated with cute figures of Santa, reindeer, pictures of the two of you, and a cute little picture hanging near the top of the tree, a small shape barely visible from the black and white picturing in the sonogram image.

“Scara, it’s Christmas, loosen up a little.” Your husband only snickered in reply, his body turning towards the sound of your voice, his indigo eyes darting down to the disgustingly sweet plate of cookies in your hand. “A holiday, celebrating some fat man with a beard. Is this really how you were raised?” You rolled your eyes a little, shaking your head as you approached him. “That’s not all the holiday is, you know that.”

He huffed quietly, his eyes softening a bit once his hands instinctively found your swollen stomach when you approached. “Tsk, whatever… how are you holding up?” His cheeks dusted faintly in pink, caressing your stomach while you munched away at your cookies. “Mmm, the cravings are like, fucking awful, but other than the backaches and constant arousal, pretty good!”

Scaramouche perked up slightly when he heard the last bit of your complaint. He couldn’t help but feel a warmth blossom in his stomach, his eyes darkening. “Hmph, can’t even control your hormones, huh? Sounds like a sorry attempt at trying to seduce me.” The edges of his lips curled slightly, giving you a dangerous look while your mouth continued to be stuffed with cookies.

“Mmm! Mo ‘m serous!” A smile quirked to Scaramouche’s lips, his expression softening watching you clear your throat and swallow down your cookies. “I was watching my show yesterday and just the love around the couple…” Your voice trailed off, voice starting to crack. The now empty plate rested against your stomach, your hand coming to your teary eyes. “I-it was so beautiful a-and it reminded me of us! A-And I then I got horny t-thinking about you being a father! A-And our familyyyy! Uwah!”

Scaramouche cringed when your face turned into a sobbing mess. “H-Hey. Don’t cry. You’re ugly when you cry.” His smooth and warm hands wiped your tears, his eyes awkwardly averting at the situation. Your cries soon died down and you laid with your husband snuggled against the couch. “Tsk, you done now brat?” He smirked and kissed your head. “Your hormones are quite the nuisance. Can’t wait til the little shit is out…”

“Awe, are you excited?” You looked up to him knowingly, your smile evident. He only scoffed. “Of course not. I don’t like children.” You only rolled your eyes, he could lie all he wanted, the truth was always in his expressions. Your cheeks flushed, heat building between your legs. Your thighs rubbed together, your eyes casting down to the way his hand laid protectively against your belly. “Uhm… hey… Scara?”

“Mhm?” He hummed in response, his head leaning back against the couch, his eyes closing. “There’s a present I would like to open early.” Your husband opened one of his eyes, sparing you a glance questioningly. You took a small breath, moving slightly as your leg swung over his hips, trapping him between your legs. His eyes were fully open now, his attention fully on you. “Can you… give it to me?”

Scaramouche’s eyes widened briefly, his heart beginning to pound. The look in your eyes as you stared lovingly and longingly at him, your heat just above his now growing arousal. He couldn’t help but groan. He didn’t respond, only lightly grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you down into a soft kiss. His other hand roamed down your chest, groping against your sensitive breasts.

You moaned into his mouth, your clothed cunt now rubbing against his bulge. The swell of your stomach was pressed against his abdomen, only turning Scaramouche on more. Your hands traced his face, delicate fingers running along his jaw and down his neck. His skin shivered under your touch, goosebumps of excitement rising up as he felt your warmth. His tongue invaded your mouth, curling over your gums and teasing against your own hot muscle.

The soft sound of your moans spurred him on, his hands hastily pulling and tugging your clothes off. Your hips rolled against his, dry humping his hardened cock, making you both moan in unison at the sultry action. Scaramouche pulled his lips away, a string of saliva snapping against your lips as his assault moved from your lips to your neck. Love bites and hickeys littered your neck, his hot breath fanning over your flushed skin.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” He breathed out, slender fingers coming to rub against your sopping cunt, your hips grinding against his fingers once they made contact with your drenched panties. “Please, Scara, mmm~ please…!” Your begging would suffice for tonight, he pulled against the fabric roughly, making the material snap, loosely hanging off your snug hips now as his fingers began to rub against your dripping folds.

Your moans soon began to Increase in pitch, his fingers rubbing back and forth up your folds before his fingertips began to ghost your fluttering pussy. “Such a good girl.” Scaramouche praised, groaning lowly when he felt your gummy walls grip against his fingers when they finally entered your velvety insides. “Ngh, so fucking tight. You’re sucking my fingers in so good.”

“Scara! S-Scara~!” Your hips rolled to meet his fingers, loving the way they scissored your walls apart, curled in just the right place, and pressed against your sweet spot so deliciously. Your hands fumbled against his shirt, pulling it sloppily over his head while you endured the generous pleasure of his fingers. “Hmm~ love you, love you so much…!”

“That’s fucking right! Yeah, you love me? Love me so much don’t you? Yeah? That why you’re- ngh!- so eager for my cock? Huh?!” You could only nod dumbly, hands shakily tracing down his chest to the toned firmness of his abdomen. His thumb abruptly began to rub stimulating circles against your clit, eliciting a loud moan accompanied by the harsh tremble of your legs. “C-Cumming…! Gonna cum!” Your hands clutched the hem of his sweat pants, tugging weakly as you tried to free his cock of the restricting confines of his boxers.

Scaramouche pulled his fingers out abruptly, groaning lowly at the sight of your arousal sticky and shiny against his slender digits. He rested his other hand on your stomach, rubbing softly while he eased you back against the couch, scanning your face for any discomfort or pain. “Hey.” He called out, grabbing your face lightly to turn your mushy attention back onto him. “Let me know if you’re not okay… got it?”

You nodded in response, whimpering when you felt the flushed tip of his cock graze your glistening folds. His cock teased your fluttery hole, loving the way your pussy was begging to be stuffed, almost trying to suck him in. Pre-cum oozed from the tip, your fluids coming together in sticky bliss. His cock head nudged up against your clit, his hips moving languidly to stimulate your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Scara… p-please…” Your voice sounded so beautiful and sultry, hips weakly bucking up to receive more exciting friction. Scaramouche laughed softly, his hand gripping the base of his cock before he slowly began to enter you. His hands were clammy as they rested on your hips, his brain beginning to turn to mush the second your warm walls enveloped his throbbing cock. “F-Fuck… you always… f-feel so good.”

You whimpered as his length began to stretch your insides, creating a generously full feeling that made your fingertips tingle. Once he was half way in, he bucked his hips, bottoming out instantly with a deep moan. “S-Shit, you’re sucking me in… I fucking love it, hah~” Scaramouche leaned over you, his stomach pressed against your bulging belly while he thrust shallowly into your drooly cunt.

“A-Ahh, Scara~ more…!” Your husband only growled in response, pushing his hips harder against your own, the deliciously gooey head of his cock rubbing against your sweet spot, evoking the most sinful moans you could muster. It was as if you had gone to heaven. Every movement of his cock sent shivers and electric sparks of pleasure into your spine. The way his veins and mushy head would scrape against your gummy velvet walls, it all felt so good you could barely contain yourself.

Scaramouche was struggling to control himself too. The gorgeous curve of your stomach, swollen with his child. The way you practically oozed motherhood made his carnal instincts spiral. His hands roughly went to grope at your boobs, squeezing the squishy and engorged mounds of flesh until you were jerking against his body, moaning uncontrollably.

“Scara~! W-Wait! Mmm~ S-So sensitive… they’re so sensitive…! Ngh!” Your beautiful cries fell deaf upon his ears as he gently turned you on your side, pulling one of your legs back by your ankle to give his cock deeper access to firmly press against your sweet spot. This way, he could lean down to suck against your breasts while he fucked you. “Ahh?! Scara! Wait! Wait wait wait! Hah!”

His tongue swirled lewdly over the sensitive bud, covering your breast in his saliva. His mouth came to latch on again, this time, giving your tit a light suck accompanied by a squeeze before a milky taste invaded his tongue. Your husband jerked away quickly, his eyes widened in surprise as he watched milk begin to leak from your swollen tits. His cock began to twitch wildly inside your warm walls, making you wince in ecstasy.

“Heh, so messy and pathetic, my gorgeous wife.” Scaramouche degraded, lightened with praise to quell your sensitive emotions. You were a moaning mess beneath him, his dark indigo eyes glued to the way your tits squirted out milk whenever he would squeeze against your breasts roughly. “Fuck… t-that’s so hot.”

You couldn’t respond, your orgasm approaching quickly as your sensitive breasts were groped and squeezed of all the milk that swelled within the engorged flesh. Your pussy fluttered around Scaramouche’s cock, warning him of your fast approaching climax. His husky groans became louder, his own body beginning to tense up. You could lightly feel the way his cock twitched inside, only arousing you further knowing he would be filling you with his sticky cum any moment now.

“Mmm, s-shit I’m cumming. I’m c-cumming baby! Cum -ngh!” Scaramouche could feel his balls tighten, cock beginning to twitch wildly as his warm cum began to spurt inside of you, turning your insides into a gooey mess. Your own climax didn’t help, your walls spasming around his cock, desperate to keep him sheathed inside while you milked him for everything he was worth. “Scara~! Ahh!! S-So full… so full… f-feels… so good.”

He leaned over to your face panting lightly indigo bangs gently tickling your forehead as he gave you a soft kiss as some sort of apology. His eyes cast down to the slippery mess of your milk all over your breasts, abdomen, and the couch. He could feel himself getting hard again just at the sight of your lactating tits. You whimpered at the feeling.

“Y-You’re hard again?” Your body was wiped, and he could tell. With your hormones spiraling and emotions scattered, he knew you couldn’t handle another round tonight. No need to worry, he’ll give you the best morning sex ever. He slowly pulled his length out, whimpering lowly when the warmth of your walls disappeared. “Don’t worry about it. It’s fine. I can tell you’re tired. C’mon, let’s go to bed.��

You smiled softly at his suggestion, nodding slowly. Your husband moved off of you, putting his underwear and sweats back on before he helped you up from the couch. It was then a sudden gush racked your body, and the sound of water splatting against the floor was heard. You both looked down to see a clear fluid covering the floor. Your hand immediately clutched at your stomach, the feeling of being stabbed a thousand times boiling within your insides.

“Scara… I… I think my water just broke…”

It’s a Christmas miracle! Welcome to the world baby Kunikuzushi!

Merry Christmas! 💜 Stay safe everyone and have a happy holiday 💜💜

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HGSN 24-2

Chapter (Japanese)

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Rough translation by me

P1

Yoshiki: It's pitch black, I can't see a thing

Yoshiki: 'Hikaru', the flashlight

Hikaru: Oh, yeah

(sfx: light turns on)

P2

Yoshiki: Uwah!

Yoshiki: What the...! Human heads!?

P3

Hikaru: No...If you look closer, these are carved out of wood.

Yoshiki: You're t-touching-?!

(sfx: smooth and dry)

Hikaru: Why...is something like this...

Hikaru: Ngh...it...

Hikaru: hurts...

(sfx: ears ringing)

Hikaru: Pa, what're these faces?

Hikaru: There's so many of them

P4

Kouhei: Scared?

Hikaru: Naw, I'm not scared at all. I'm already in the upper years* at elementary school!

Kouhei: They're all "heads" that have been offered up to Unuki-sama.

Kouhei: From a long time ago, this land has often suffered from misfortune

Kouhei: 'cause of that, life here has been especially poor and difficult

* refers to 5th to 6th grade at elementary school. So this flashback would probably be a year or less before Kouhei dies.

P5

Kouhei: So we have offered heads to Unuki-sama and asked for many different things

Kouhei: For an abundant harvest or for an end to a plague...

Kouhei: The offered head disappears on the spot

Kouhei: That's why we have carved replacement heads in order to hold funeral services for them in this hall

Hikaru: Then all of these heads are dead people?

Kouhei: That's right

Kouhei: We're the family that's managed this "hall" (dou) for generations so that's why we're the "Indou" family

Hikaru: Huh...

P6

Kouhei: The other parts of the body have to be buried as far away as possible

Kouhei: In order to do that more easily, the village was split into five parts.

Kouhei: 'cause of that, it just so happens to look like a human

Kouhei: Weird, right?

Hikaru:  Why? That's creepy...

Kouhei: Beats me...in the first place, why the parts needed to be buried so far away

Kouhei: isn't something well understood nowadays

P7

Hikaru: So whose heads are those heads anyway?

Kouhei: ...

Kouhei: Many of them were...people like the terminally ill and the elderly...who volunteered to become heads themselves...

Kouhei: But...

Kouhei: There's a small hokora at the outskirts of the village right?

Kouhei: When a traveling monk was forcibly made into a head, it was built out of fear that the monk would curse us in revenge

P8

Hikaru: ...So you mean they've been murdering people

Kouhei: ...that's right. It wasn't only that monk. Many others were killed and made into heads. Innocent people, when they wouldn't be noticed

Kouhei: Hikaru, this is the karma of this village

Kouhei: It must never be forgotten...

Kouhei: And the sin of the Indou family too...

P9

Hikaru: ...

(sfx: step)

Hikaru: As I thought, it's not here...

Hikaru: This is where "Hichi-san" was.

Yoshiki: ...Did you...

Yoshiki: remember something?

Hikaru: ...yeah.

==

Next chapter: 2024/02/06

Twitter Extra (link):

Hikaru's Father

Indou Kouhei

Yoshiki took to him more than his own father

He was the type to thoroughly join in on the kids playing tag, and if you were caught by him, he would stick his boogers on you, so Yoshiki and Hikaru ran away desperately.

==

T/N: the meaning of Indou

忌 - to abhor, taboo, but can also refer to mourning or death

堂 - hall (as in a building where lots of people gather) or temple/shrine (as in a building where a deity is worshipped)

[hehearse]

id LOVE ur take on a bunch of songs. no idea if uve answered any of these already so sorry if theres any repeats!! and i mostly go off vibe for the animatics in my head <33

rule #18 lion - fish in a birdcage (oogh same old lines.....regressions....) or

take me to war - crane wives (also orv but not sure. it could apply to a lot of people) orr

sweet hibiscus tea - penelope scott (im not ur protagonist im not even my own???? AUGH)

a good song never dies - saint motel (first time u felt alive 🥺????)

and this one ill b rly surprised if no one has suggested it before but always gold - radical face for Da Brothers. yeah that warrior cats map got to me

rule #18 lion - fish in a birdcage

my first instinct is of course kdj at yjh... "i am yoo joonghyuk" and all... the endless hunger and greed for him that lead kdj through the life, helping him survive etc etc...... never enough to BE him in his head, but his existence as basis for yjh's which is a basis for his and- you get it. yeah. <- taking poison damage

take me to war - crane wives

hear me out. han yoojin.

do you see my vision. his bitterness always coming out in words if not actions, his constant bickering and his literal inability to stop barking (both literally. and figuratively.) him always bleeding out, his wounds forever fresh

tell me it's not the guy that raised the notorious haeyeon guild leader.

sweet hibiscus tea - penelope scott

oh that's yjh right there. lost and torn and confused and and-

yeah. yjh my poor heart.... this poor guy left to pave his own path, with no star on his sky..... uwah... (i am soooo weak to sopping wet uncertain and shaken yjh. heh.)

a good song never dies - saint motel

slap a giant "HAN SOOYOUNG" sticker at that one. hear me out. the style. the showman vibe.

isn't this her. no criticism taken, han sooyoung.

i can imagine her dancing to it, scenes from wos blooming from under her feet, white pages growing black with ink... yeah her.

always gold - radical face

BACK TO WHAT I KNOW and it was suggested before!! hehe

[imasallstars]

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[startagainaprologue]

5, 6, 10?

"5- favorite optional event?"

OUUH.. not including twohats its too obvious ...hhm.. ouu i love all the optional events so much they live in my head .. toss up between change god event or bad touch. (or, for a smaller one bc. i believe it is pretty missable? 'i ran away from home once')

"6- do you have a battle strategy you’d like to share?"

i click the button until it dies <3

"10- any headcanons about the in-game world? (about the forgotten island, craft types, just like. world building hcs, etc)"

OHH hmm.. i like thinking abt craft a lot .. i wanna play around with it more and what it can do (points at the little moving change god statues) but uwah aside from that. kind of a small hc but i like the one where its like .the weapons they have are more so to properly control the attack easier, while ones without a weapon are less controlled and more volatile. however u phrase it

[isat ask game]

[taiyaki-translations]

Murmurs of Flourishing Blossoms - 2

Season: Winter Characters: Kaoru, Mika, Tatsumi, Midori, Izumi, Leo Translator: taiyaki-translations

Tatsumi: Mika-san…

Midori: Kagehira-senpai…

Kaoru: He’s not over here? I couldn’t find Kagehira-kun either. I’m really worried about what might have happened.

Tatsumi: Yes, Anzu-san is trying to contact Mika-san by phone, but she can’t get through. I think it would be best if we can find him quickly.

Being alone in an unfamiliar place where you can’t speak the language… Even if nothing unexpected happened, that would be scary enough. Mika-san must be very anxious right now… May God bless this lost lamb. Amen.

???: Leo-kun—

Izumi: Sooo annoying. Where did that guy wander off to again? There should be a limit to how much you make others worry!

He even left his cell phone with me. That’s even more aggravating!

Kaoru: Senacchi~ Over here, over here!

Izumi: Kao-kun? Anzu? Why are you guys here?

Kaoru: It’s a long story. Anyway, the biggest problem we have right now is that we lost Kagehira-kun. Have you seen anyone on your way here who looks like him?

Izumi: Actually, since I was looking for Leo-kun, I was paying close attention to everyone I walked past, but there was no one I recognized~

Tatsumi: Hm? Anzu-san, you said that since the road ahead splits into three directions, we should divide into three teams to find them and keep in touch with our cell phones?

Izumi: If you're going to help me find Leo-kun too, then of course I won’t refuse~ It’ll be more efficient that way. Let’s do it.

Mika: Ngah~ What am I gonna do? I was gonna see Oshi-san soon but in the end I wandered off ‘n got lost… 

Everyone’s probably real worried ‘n it’s all my fault… What if I can’t find everyone? What am I gonna do?

Huh? Where is that harmonica sound comin’ from? The melody… is that a "Knights" song? I’ve heard Ritsu-kun playin’ it before…

Could it be that this maze is a shortcut…? If I get outta here, I’ll find everyone at ES?

Tsu…Tsukinaga-senpai?! What’s goin’ on here?!

Leo: Uwah~ It’s Mika! Did Archangel Michael hear my music and send you to save me? 

My stomach started growling ‘cause I was so hungry! So I wrote “The Song of Suddenly Being Hungry in the Rose Garden” outta that rhythm! I can play it for you on the harmonica ☆

♪~♪~♪~

Mika: Ngah, after hearin’ Tsukinaga-senpai play “The Song of Suddenly Being Hungry in the Rose Garden” my stomach's growlin’ now and I started feelin’ hungry too…

Leo: Wahaha, Michael’s ensemble was perfect! Let’s get out of here and play this song for everyone!

Mika: Mm! After meetin’ up with everyone, I can go see Oshi-san!

Leo: Then quickly lead the way!

Mika: Eh—?! No, no, I dunno how to get out either ‘n I already forgot the route I took t’ get in earlier…

Nnah~ I guess we’re stuck here forever… 

Leo: Nah, I’m sure Sena will know how to get us out. I just need to give him a call ♪

Mika: I was tryin’ to call Anzu-chan earlier, but my phone battery died… Is that the reason why Tsukinaga-senpai couldn’t call anyone either? It can’t be helped…

Leo: Wahaha, the way you’re spinning around in a panic is like a black cat chasing its own tail~

Mika: Ngah, Tsukinaga-senpai doesn’t seem panicked at all…?

Leo: Didn't you say earlier that Anzu and the others are here too? Anzu will definitely find us. There’s no need to worry at all ☆

Right, right, I can play "Valkyrie"’s songs too! I’ll play the harmonica, so would you like to sing?

Just like you followed the sound of my harmonica, our ensemble will surely spread even further. Then you won’t have to worry anymore~

Mika: T’ think we could do somethin’ like that too! Tsukinaga-senpai is so smart!

Leo: Wahah, of course! I’m a genius!

Tatsumi: I didn’t expect to be on the same team as Kaoru-san. I’m not too familiar with smartphones, so I must trouble you with helping me use the navigation app.

Kaoru: Haha, of course, it’s no problem. Actually, the one I’m worried about is Takamine-kun. He must be nervous because an unexpected incident happened as soon as we arrived. 

And since I haven’t interacted with Takamine-kun much, I thought it would be better if he paired up with Anzu-chan.

Tatsumi: Kaoru-san is very reliable— Hm? This place seems familiar, wasn’t it near this park that we realized that Mika-san was missing? 

It’s memorable because even though it’s winter, the flowers are still in full bloom.

Kaoru: I think so… But I don’t think there were so many people around earlier. What are they all doing here? I can hear music…

Wait, that’s Kagehira-kun’s voice, isn’t it?

Mika: The dream that the gods longed for is shaped in this moment~♪ (1)

Kaoru: Is that Kagehira-kun and Tsukinaga-kun? It’s just a simple harmonica accompaniment, but combined with Kagehira-kun’s singing voice, it makes a beautiful natural sound.

Tatsumi: Yes, everyone passing by is entranced. This is the power of music, isn’t it? One that overcomes borders and languages to connect everyone together…♪

Kaoru: Look, Anzu-chan and Takamine-kun also came in from the other side of the maze. 

Haha, even at times like this, Anzu-chan is always filming with her camera. The atmosphere of this moment is so beautiful that it makes people want to record it.

Leo: Oho, that handsome figure in the crowd… I found you, Kaoru! Here, I'll let you sing the next song!

Kaoru: Eh?! Me…?

Translation Notes: 1. Taking a stab in the dark, pretty sure Mika is singing Eternal Weaving here.

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[bluiex]

OHOHOHO!! 🩸 MY BELOVED I OFFER 3 PATHWAYS

The first one is the consideration that that is how allays turn into vex: they break. It’s why allays are essentially tortured in mansions. An allay has to be broken, physically or mentally, beyond repair, for them to become a vex.

It’s why Vex have that bloodthirst. Even the ones who’re born vex have a family line that was once allay. Something about cycles of pain in nature.

It doesn’t mean Vex can’t love or care for something or someone, it just means there’s now an irreversible danger to them. The potential for great harm, essentially.

Allays that break and become vex are the deadliest vex, after all, because they’re the ones who’re closest to the source of death/blood magic.

And it means the Grian that wakes up, is not the Grian that broke.

(He doesn’t know how to handle the constant urge to hurt. How his instincts now scream at him to swipe with his now claws first. The strange longing for blood. He wants to destroy things now. Not just in a repressed anger way now, but in a “it’s the only way to amuse him now” way.)

The second idea is that Grian hides. When he hits that cobblestone wall and he starts dying, his instincts scream that he’s too exposed. He crawls his way into some rubble, halfway under the cobblestone foundation of a house. It’s not his den, but it’ll have to do.

In his mind, he’s back in the mansion. Hiding in a closet, or under the stairs, praying they won’t find him and take his baby. He bites his fist, trying to stay as quiet as he can.

And it means they can’t find him. Even when the noise of battle has died down, when the sun begins to set, they can’t find him.

There’s heavy dread and fear hanging over the village.

Just as the clocks tick over to night, a child finds them. Their shrill shouts have everyone coming over immediately, and at once, the villagers are getting Cub and Scar.

And, I think it’d be too late. For Grian at least. But maybe, maybe their grub is still kicking, somehow. Maybe there’s a chunk of Grians leg missing, and that’s how their grub lived. But their baby is alive. Their mate is not.

Thirdly, the ravager doesn’t slam him into the wall. No, a vindicator scoops him up. And then their forces retreat between waves, they take the little allay with them.

Grian can’t think straight, every muscle is on fire, and looming over him is more illagers. He can’t hear them well but he knows they’ll take his grub and probably let their vex eat him.

Everything is a blur, and he tries to take deep breaths and keep his grub inside. Even though it feels futile.

When suddenly there’s a pair of bloody vex hands on his shoulders, he immediately starts screaming and trying to get away. When a second pair of vex claws grab his hips, he wails and squirms.

The vex are speaking and he can’t hear them and he’s going to die and it’s all over and- the hands on his shoulders force him to lie down. He goes limp, and just sobs.

Theyre going to take his grub, he knows it. He can feel the grub forcing its way out of him, and he wants to die. The hands on his hips move and he knows they’ve grabbed his baby. He thinks maybe he is dead already based on the pain he’s in.

The claws on his shoulders cup his face and there’s mumbling. It’s all so distant really…

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Grian, very shortly after being taken to the illager camp, convex had been informed of Grians capture. They naturally slaughtered the entire outpost. And when they found their allay, in a cage no less, he was minutes away from going into labor. And also completely uncomprehending of reality.

When they try to shake him he screams, when they try to talk he doesn’t even hear them. So, they push him backwards and help him deliver. Cub catches their grub while Scar holds Grian. And seeing Grian, detached from reality, not recognizing them, just go limp and sob just tore up Scars heart.

— abridged anon, who’s tired and wants to know which idea is enjoyed more

UWAH MY HEART I love the corruption having to be like mentally and physically as well. Gosh poor Gri qoq

[itsukismoon]

The Beginning of a Dream - Affection story Lv. 5 (Harriet)

Voiceline when reaching level 5: Has anything made your heart flutter recently? Can you secretly tell me, and only me?

Harriet and I were walking along the road to Cheval Church on our way back from shopping as the stars twinkled above us.

Harriet: Speaking of which, do you know this story?

Emma: Mh?

Harriet: A long time ago, there lived a couple of lovers who were very close to each other around here.

Harriet: The two of them had promised to get married, and all that was left was to wait for the wedding ceremony. However…

Emma: …However?

Harriet: The woman died of an epidemic.

Harriet: Furthermore, it seems like the spirit of her fiancé comes out on this road in search for the woman.

Emma: …!!

Harriet: And to add to that, he takes away young women night after night.

Harriet: It seems that he was looking for his own fiancé, but perhaps that is because love is something that does not waver even after death.

Emma: T-that might be…

Emma: (I didn’t think it would be this kind of story, it caught me completely off guard…)

Feeling like the temperature had suddenly dropped, I shivered a little

Harriet: …Oh? You seem kind of unwell.

Harriet: Maybe, did the story of these sad lovers wound your heart?

Emma: No… I mean, I do feel that it is an unfortunate story…

Emma: Simply put, I’m scared of ghost stories…

Harriet: Ahh! Sorry!! Indeed, talking about it in such a situation-

*rustle*

Emma: Uwah?!

Suddenly, the brushes nearby shook. Involuntarily, I clung to Harriet’s arm.

Harriet: It’s a cat. He was startled by your voice and fled.

Emma: What a scare…

While I was trying to calm my throbbing heart, next to me, Harriet was thinking about something.

Harriet: Then, let’s go to a place where even ghosts can’t reach us.

Harriet: Hold on tight.

Harriet picked up my body and flew vigorously into the night sky.

Emma: …?!

Harriet: Ahahah! If we’re here, I bet even ghosts can’t come after us!

Emma: Maybe so, but it’s a bit too sudden…!

While clinging onto Harriet as if my very life depended on it, I glanced towards the scenery below us.

Emma: Pretty…!

Harriet: Fufu, consider it as an apology for scaring you.

Harriet: Let’s take a little detour going home.

Emma: …Thank you.

Harriet: No problem.

Gathering even more strength in his arms to hold me tighter, Harriet flew high in the sky.

Emma: (This scenery… thanks to Harriet’s warmth it’s not as scary).

While looking at his smile, I enjoyed an unexpected sightseeing flight.

[seisoukan]

Wonderful Journey - Chapter 2

Translated by: @seisoukan

With thanks to my proofers: Vulpes

Season: Winter

Location: Vocal Room

WATARU: Right, right~ Let’s end our debriefing of the original setting here, and move onto today’s main attraction! After all, it is for this very reason Anzu-san took time out of her day to attend this meeting.

TOMOYA: When you put it that way, I am pretty curious. Why did Anzu-senpai tell us to change into our practice clothes and come to this vocal room, instead of the conference room we usually use for our meetings?

WATARU: That sort of cramped space doesn’t allow us to stretch our limbs to our heart’s content— just like this ☆

TOMOYA: Uwah?! Don’t stretch your arms out so long all of a sudden, it’s disgusting…!

SHU: Oh, this is merely a technique similar to joint dislocation. Kagehira’s body is quite flexible, and he is able to do it as well.

Anyway, since Wataru is the main actor, he should shoulder the responsibility of troupe leader this time, correct?

WATARU: That’s correct, that’s correct. Thus, the overall planning of this commercial shooting will be arranged by yours truly; I look forward to subsequently being in everyone’s care… ♪

KEITO: … I don’t know why, but I just can’t help myself from worrying. I hope everything goes smoothly.

TOMOYA: Ahaha. Although Hibiki-senpai’s always unreliable, at least he treats theater performances relatively seriously, so leaving it to him shouldn’t be a problem… Right?

WATARU: Hahaha, Anzu-san is also nodding her head vigorously. Then, I can’t let you down. I must lead everyone to produce the greatest results possible ♪

The commercial will be mainly divided into the ‘Protagonist × Senior’ and the ‘Best Friend × Childhood Friend’ teams, filming a few classic, heartwarming scenes from the manga.

Right now, there is still a sufficient amount of time until the day of filming; we shall first try to rehearse the script in order to get a feel for it, and familiarize ourselves with the characters as much as possible ☆

Come, come, Tomoya-kun! Allow me to witness exactly how much you’ve grown during this period of time, whether you are able to bring out a new kind of Amazing or not!

TOMOYA: E-eh? Anzu-senpai’s also asking if it would be okay for me to go first?

Well, since I’m frequently involved in theater productions, I already read the script several times beforehand, and I basically memorized all my lines out of habit…

Right, then leave it to me! Could I trouble you to cooperate with me for this scene, Itsuki-senpai?

SHU: Let me see… Gifting a handmade bento to the childhood friend, correct? Then, let us begin.

TOMOYA: “Um… G-good afternoon! Are you free right now?”

SHU: “Oh, it’s you. What can I do for you?”

TOMOYA: “A-actually… I, uh, I accidentally made an extra bento this morning, so…”

SHU:“So?”

TOMOYA: “C-could you please accept ‘dis, h-handmaid bento?!”[1]

WATARU: Stop, stop, stop! Tomoya-kun, you’re stuttering just like Little Rabbit-san, you see?

Although you could say that in this scene, the best friend is very nervous in front of the person she likes, hence the slight stammer in her speech.

However, if I were to describe Tomoya-kun’s expression just now; rather than calling it shyness, I’d consider it to be fear—

TOMOYA: Uu, you don’t have to say it for me to know! I’m not trying to find excuses, but Itsuki-senpai had this really intense aura, and it made me kind of afraid to approach him…

If the person opposite me was Hokuto-senpai, I’d totally be able to do it! I’d even be willing to make a bento for Hokuto-senpai with my own hands…!

SHU: … My apologies, did I seem too serious just now? Rather, I believe I behaved similarly to how I usually act, so I did not notice at all.

KEITO: I think Itsuki’s interpretation wasn’t entirely incorrect. After all, according to the storyline, the childhood friend’s attitude towards the protagonist’s best friend is still relatively cold at this stage.

In fact, the gentle and understanding side of the childhood friend is only shown to the protagonist. That is, the character possesses a certain so-called ‘gap moe’.

WATARU: It’s a pity the running time for the advertisement is quite limited, for there’s hardly any scenes between the protagonist and the best friend. Just when I was looking forward to trading blows with Shu…♪

Then, Keito-kun, are you ready? It’s our turn to show Tomoya-kun an excellent demonstration!

“My dearest senior, do keep your eyes wide open, and watch carefully! One, Two, Amazing ♪”

KEITO: Hold on, that line doesn’t exist in the original script, don’t just start improvising out of nowhere—

(Mm? The rich fragrance of flowers is wafting in the air, all of a sudden…)

… Wh, what?!

(In an instant, countless rose petals flew out from the left of Hibiki’s chest?!)

WATARU: “Aah, please forgive me for the overflowing feelings of longing in my heart for you, my senior! They’ve gone so far as to transform into flowers of love that flutter through the sky!”

KEITO: Stop that, quit continuously scattering petals in my direction! My clothes are covered in them now!

WATARU: “Ohoho~ In fact, you[2] have some in your hair. The vibrant colors of the flowers make you appear even more endearing… ♪”

“Please stand still and don’t move about, I shall remove them for you right this instant ☆”

KEITO: … Oi, don’t use that as an opportunity to get your hands on my glasses! Get away from me!

WATARU: Sob, sob, sob. Don’t be so cruel towards little old me,[3] my senior~

KEITO: Pretending to be cute won’t work! Also, remember to sweep all of the flower petals off of the ground, so you don’t end up inconveniencing the other people who use this practice room after you! How incorrigible!

WATARU: Oops… It seems I accidentally went overboard with my acting, and switched Keito-kun into ‘dorm head’ mode.

TOMOYA: Hahaha! So even the seemingly omnipotent Hibiki-senpai has times where he messes up!

… Ah, I’m so sorry, Anzu-senpai! It’s honestly embarrassing for you to watch us fooling around like this…

“Today’s just the beginning; there’s no need to rush, so take it slowly”… You say?

SHU: The little girl speaks the truth. A perfect masterpiece cannot be completed in a single day, I shall make room for more practice sessions in my own private time.

KEITO: Ahem… The same goes for me. After all, I was almost thoroughly driven by my own emotions just now, and showed no semblance of my role as a ‘senior’.

WATARU: Amazing! For all of you to have the motivation to improve is truly commendable! Please do explore the inner world of your characters in great depth, and enjoy the pleasure of acting ☆

Oya? The sun is already about to set. Let’s end today’s meeting here; good work, everyone… ♪

Location: Sky

WATARU: Welcome aboard the hot air balloon Jeanne d’Arc, I am your Hibiki Wataru… ☆

The weather today is beautiful, and the soft breeze that brushes against your ears is also comforting… How is it? Is your mood as light and airy as the clouds in the sky? ♪

Hahaha, why are you thanking me? I should be the one to thank Anzu-san for being willing to accept my invitation.

After the meeting ended, you stayed with me to clean up the flower petals scattered all over the floor on purpose. Besides, I simply couldn’t ignore your preoccupied expression.

Indeed, our performance today was discordant and messy. We certainly can’t go on stage like that.

However, it is thanks to this carefree, formless first attempt, that our dissonance has been properly exposed; namely, the issue of our insufficient ‘intimacy’— That is what you think as well, correct?

Now that we’ve identified the problem, we’ve succeeded halfway already, so our next step is to figure out how to solve it! You needn’t worry at all ♪

Mm, as expected, a smile is more befitting of Anzu-san ☆ With this rare opportunity, do grasp my hand tightly, and enjoy the pleasure of walking amongst the clouds together with me ♪

Tomoya mispronounces the words 'this' and 'handmade'.

While in character, Wataru uses the polite form of 'you'.

Wataru uses a feminine personal pronoun here, even though he is already out of character.

Wonderful Journey - Masterlist

[valgregory]

Chapter 8

Aria: From the moment you stepped into our school, I knew you'd bring nothing but trouble.

Aria: I'm sorry, but... I have to get rid of you.

Val: Is that... Aria? What's she doing here?

Val: A-Aria! Step back! She's not human!

Aria: I know... which is exactly why I have to get rid of her.

Aria: Marc, I'll leave her to you.

Marc: Yes.

Gremory: Scum like you keep appearing here... are you challenging me? You!!! Who do you think you're defying?! How dare you get in my way!!

Aria: ...should I care who you are?

Gremory: You all should just die!!

*whooosh*

*booom!*

*sssshh*

Marc: ...what is this fog...

Aria: Marc, she must be hiding in this purple fog. Be careful... I already put up a barrier, so don't worry about me.

Marc: Understood.

*creep*

Doll: Looking for me?

*booom*

Doll: Kihihi. You lot have angered my dear princess... do you have a death wish?

Marc: Don't underestimate me... the likes of you are no match for me...

---

*trang! clang*

Val: Aria, what exactly is happening?

Aria: Don't worry, Val... it'll be over soon.

Aria: *glance* Speaking of which, I'm really surprised... I never would have thought that you were a demon...

Val: What... do you mean...?

*SLAM*

[cut into marc vs gremory]

*ssssh*

Gremory: What do you want?!

Marc: This is an order from Lady Aria, so... begone.

*shiiing*

*tighten*

Berith: Come on now... calm down, didn't anyone teach you to be gentle to girls...?

Marc: ?!

Gremory: Berith?! Uwah?!

*carry*

Berith: I'm so sorry for all the trouble this crazy girl caused... let's have a truce. We'll get going now.

Gremory: Berith, put me down-!

Berith: Quiet, Gremory.

Marc: A truce...? Then what are these threads for? I can't move.

Berith: Those are for safety measures... anyway, we'll be leaving now~ *wave*

Gremory: Put me down!!

*whoosh*

*sssshh*

---

Marc: My Lady, they escaped... should I go after them?

Aria: No need... what's important is everyone's safety. For now... let's take care of Val first...

---

[cut to an underground tunnel]

Gremory: Put me down!! I said put me down, Berith! You ugly little-

Berith: Fine, there you go~ *fling*

Gremory: Why did you throw me?!

Berith: You told me to let go, so I did...

Gremory: You little-! And why didn't you teach them a lesson?!

Berith: You sure are demanding... be grateful that I saved you, you desperate girl.

*grab*

Berith: You could have died if I hadn't saved you. A demon prince was there, remember?

Gremory: How did you know?!

Berith: I've been watching you from the beginning... (ouch, that hurts...)

Gremory: Then why didn't you come earlier?!

Berith: That demon prince... I've never seen him before. This is interesting...

Gremory: Whatever. I don't want to see him again.

Berith: Let's just go home for now~ your father must be looking for you.

Gremory: But that guy earlier... he's so my type...

[To be continued...]

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[ask-the-shorty-squad]

Why the fuck did you save me? How did you even know?

Ahh.. Aheh. . . .

Oh I'm gonna enjoy snapping you in two Shuichi.

Uwah!?

Le-Lets not go there!! Alice why did you do that??

I just needed to see Ursheen again... We've been friends since childhood.. He believed in me when noone else did. We made a promise that if one of us dies, the other goes with them.

Th-Thats a horrible promise to make..

You wanna say that a bit louder tin can??

No I do not!!

*Meanwhile outside.*

I'm sure the others are just playing a prank. You know, trying to lighten the mood, I'm sure Mikan appearing out of nowhere was all part of their plan. I'm sure nothing bad is--

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH YOU FLOWER MAKING.. Uh.. YOU COOK!!!"

All.. Apart of their plan... Aheh. . . . .

I don't know. But I don't have much reason to rebuttal.

[entertext]

HGSN 24-1

Chapter (Japanese)

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Rough translation by me

P1

P2

(sfx: STEP STEP STEP)

Yoshiki: Huh?

Yoshiki: Ah.

Yoshiki: Uwah

Yoshiki: (Ah. This is the kind of thing where you have to run.)

(sfx: DASH)

P3

Yoshiki: Hah

Yoshiki: Hah

(sfx: sneakers squeak)

Yoshiki: (I'll go down those stairs...!)

(sfx: footsteps)

??: Forreal?

Yoshiki: (There are people downstairs. If 'Hikaru' gets seen...)

Hikaru: COME come Come

P4

P5

Hikaru: come COME here HERE

Yoshiki: (...Ah that's right, up until now, "Hikaru's form" has spared me from a lot)

Yoshiki: (I'm scared)

(sfx: teeth chattering)

Yoshiki: (I'm gonna di-...)

P6

Yoshiki: (Huh?...It somehow)

Yoshiki: (doesn't have a gross feeling at all)

Yoshiki: (I see...I'm already pretty "mixed up", huh?)

Yoshiki: 'Hikaru'

Hikaru: ....

P7

Hikaru: ....Huh?

Hikaru: Whuh?

Asako: ........ ........

(sfx: step...)

P8

(sfx: cricket chirps)

(sfx: frogs croaking)

P9

Yoshiki: The "hall"... There really is one...

Yoshiki: It does look like it's been maintained...

Hikaru: ....

Hikaru: Hey

Hikaru: About that thing today...

Yoshiki: How many times do you think you've nearly killed me?

Yoshiki: It's no big deal at this point.

P10

Yoshiki: I can't worry about every little thing. I also stabbed you, so I'm no different. You brought the key to the hall right?

Hikaru: (He's putting on a brave face)

Hikaru: Yeah

Hikaru: Grandpa goes to bed early, so I took it secretly

Yoshiki: It's open

(sfx: C-C-CREAK)

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If 'Hikaru' hadn't been half of himself, Yoshiki probably would have died.

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T/N:

Although I've translated Nounuki's lines here, Nounuki's words are actually distorted and overlapping to the point of being nearly unreadable. It was quite hard to make out what it said.

I've previously translated 堂 as "hall", but please note it can also be translated as "temple" or "shrine". I may go back and revise this translation based on what we see of it in the next chapter, but for now I've continued to use "hall".

Speaking of revisions, I've gone back and revised the line 'Hikaru' has about the sword in 23-2. Just completely misread that line somehow.🤦 Sorry!!