#yamato can translate to “great harmony”!

[kuroppiii]

   streetcorner ᵕ̈         akaashi keiji x gn reader ( pt. three ) ˎˊ˗

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💬 kuroppiii ─  " y/n lowkey tweaking but can you really blame them ? "

you were wrong. “different” wound up being quite bad.

two weeks. two weeks.

you haven’t seen keiji— no, akaashi at the drink machine for two weeks.

14 days. 10 work day mornings. two weekends.

that first weekend went by, and you did your chores and errands with what you hate to admit was a little bit of "pep" in your step. because getting through your usual lineup of weekend responsibilities felt like they were leading up to something, knowing they counted down to a first-of-the-week workday—or more specifically a workday morning—spent with your new friend.

but then monday morning came, and you found that although the canned beverage you always get out of the street corner vending machine was warm, by your side at that machine was filled with nothing but the cold winter air.

��he must’ve partied really hard this past weekend with those work friends. i’ll give him a bit if he’s running late,’ you so innocently thought.

10 minutes passed, and he still hadn’t shown up. not wanting to start off your week showing up late again, you decided to leave the street corner and head to work. you’ll probably see him the next day, anyway. one day without your little morning chat wasn’t going to be the end of the world...

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

tuesday.

you stuck around for 15 minutes. no sign of him or his tan coat or his glasses or those shiny professional-looking shoes.

'god, i hope he's not sick. it's all those cold lattes in this freezing weather. i warned him about that!"

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

wednesday.

the train passed. nothing.

ting! ting! ting!

nothing but the sound of you nervously pulling on the tab of your drink greeted you this morning. your drink was long gone by then, and so was your hope you'd see him again.

you tossed the can in the trash bin, pulled your scarf higher onto your face, and hid away from the waking city with your hands snug in your coat pockets–embarrassed you had gotten your hopes up so high.

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

that thursday–yet another day where you faced a solitary morning–your frustration at the whole situation festered and bubbled over in the form of working overtime at the restaurant.

because walking home alone from a shift was one thing, but knowing the next morning you'd be met with the same solitude–when you had just had a taste of what it was like not dealing with loneliness picking away at you every day–made the whole journey back to your apartment that much worse than it ever was before.

you were on your hands and knees, scrubbing away at the hardwood floors until you saw your dejected reflection. you wiped the tables down until they were spotless. you made sure the kitchen was in pristine condition for the old man and woman to enjoy cooking in it the next day.

tick, tick, tick

the aged and rusted clock on the wall by the cash register mocked you as you continued brewing over your situation.

you definitely came off as a creep! bringing him food unwarranted? but he had bought you your drink in return? oh, and had given you that drink with the casual drop of his first name. as if you two were really friends!

but why? maybe he was just messing with you. maybe he sensed how much of a loner you kind of really are. maybe he would seriously opt to take the longer way to work just so he didn't have to deal with you in the mornings anymore.

was he even telling you the truth about his work? was "akaashi keiji" even his real name?

what drove you crazy the most was how easy it was for him to infiltrate your days for that short week, preventing them from droning on by simply showing up at a street corner on your way to work.

'how pathetic', you thought about yourself.

it wasn't until he came along that the reality of your sacred routine became apparent to you. you had been convincing yourself for weeks that it was fine but no, you guessed it was true–you felt alone in this city.

he effortlessly cracked the foundations of the motions you went through each day to stay sane, and what? then he just gets to disappear out of nowhere?

leaving you with nothing but... well, yourself. alone. again.

“different” wound up being quite bad, and painful, and lonely

but so did going back to "normal", apparently.

you sat at the counter of the restaurant, the clock in your hands still ticking away, but now you had cleaned it all up. it looked as good as new.

at least you had the old couple's reaction as something to look forward to the next morning.

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

on friday you sat behind the register as you watched the customers come and go. in the small restaurant booths they sat across from each other–some couples here, some suit-and-tie-clad groups of office workers there, maybe the occasional group of friends still in their school uniforms.

you observed as they smiled at one another and laughed together. it was like each booth was its own bubble for the people to escape mundane reality with for even just one meal.

then they would come up to you, your time watching through a window over as your existence at the resister marked a snap back to reality for them. you–standing all by yourself amidst the rest of the lives that continued on in this city, as you took their money and counted out their change before they would leave and never give your existence a though ever again.

when that got to be enough for you, you even tried watching whatever sappy drama channel the old couple liked to keep playing on the old boxy television as it sat on a small shelf high up in the corner of the room. but that didn't really help either, the people on screen were also happily interacting with loved ones and friends.

the workday continued on like that until closing time, when the old couple decided to stick around for a bit, even as you attempted busying yourself with overtime tasks to avoid walking home.

they put on the restaurant's old karaoke machine, and you happily watched as they sang and danced together with the minimal movements that their age allowed them to enjoy on a friday night.

at one point, the old woman even urged you to stop spraying and wiping down the restaurant windows, and you sang and danced to a few songs along with them, too.

the walk home that night wasn't actually too bad–the scenes of you and the owners' little party replaying in your head as you walked down the street, softly smiling to yourself as you didn't even realize you had passed the drink machine on the street corner.

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

saturday morning you wake up and stare up at your ceiling. you heard the sound of cars and trains pass by, and small city birds sing to yawning street cats just outside your window.

usually by now, you would be done grocery shopping and would be moving onto meal prepping for the week ahead. but your thoughts kept swirling around that stupid soft spoken guy, the one who always pressed the vending machine button for a cold latte in the middle of winter.

akaashi keiji. akaashi keiji.

before you knew it you were tapping away at your phone's keypad.

a-k-a-a-s-h-i...

you looked him up on every social media app you had downloaded on your phone.

k-e-i-j-i...

but damn, all the accounts you came across were either definitely not him or were privated.

you huffed and let your head sink back into your cool pillow. why were you still trying? you had to accept your one week of mornings with him was just some spontaneous and cruel string events the universe just tossed at you for its own amusement, one to come in and change the trajectory of how you felt about your whole life–that's all.

outside, you can hear the screech of a cat and the beating of bird wings, assumably after being scaring off by the cat. softly, you laugh to yourself picturing the scene in your mind.

then your thoughts drift to the stray cat that used to linger around your childhood home. it was grey and had a white belly. you and your friends would coddle it after school, or would give it a brief petting as you would stumble onto the back porch after a night out in-between semesters during university.

this was all before you moved away, that is.

god, you were homesick. but it wasn't like you could simply move back in the blink of an eye. you worked hard to get a place for yourself in the city. you've worked hard as you figured out what you want to do with your life. you just wish figuring it out wouldn't have to be so lonely.

but then, you thought of an idea.

you looked at your bank account to check the costs. it was definitely an expense you'd have to make up for, but that old couple was generous in that they always paid if you went overtime. more late nights meant you'd probably make back the money–and blow off even more steam–fairly quickly.

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

the next day, sunday, you decide to get a cat...

you recalled in your contract that your apartment allows it, so why not?

who needed a good-looking stranger to keep you company on a daily basis, anyway?

you set out on getting it the basics (treats, food bowl, a bed, a litter box, etc.) since you could always get more later depending on what your new feline friend might be like.

during that first half of the day, you drifted from store to store, picking out the perfectly humble items to greet your cat as soon as it arrived in its new home. your eyes always ended up glancing over any display rack of magazines you could find in the stores, maybe subconsciously searching for a certain combination of kanji on the covers' credits–but you never spotted it.

upon finally arriving at the pet store, the worker warmly greeted you at from the front desk and you asked if he could direct you to the cats. now you find yourself standing in front of a tall cat tree, a dozen or so cats of different colors and patterns jumping from one perch to another or adamantly scratching their claws at parts of the tree's fluffy material.

you didn't want an exact copy of the one from home, per say (it undoubtedly would've made you even more homesick), but then your eyes landed on one particular cat. it was a calico, and it was peacefully curled up a little ways away from the chaos of the cat tree. sunlight beamed through the pet shop's big front window and fell straight on the cat, making it and it's white, orange, brown, and black patches almost appear luminescent.

finding yourself crouching down to look at it closer, it sensed your new presence, and lazily opened one of its eyes amidst it's nap. you felt a familiar warmth stir up in your chest at how cute the calico was–a sensation you last had felt a long, long time ago.

"that one's a boy," you hear the worker pipe up behind you, seeing your interest, "he likes to keep to himself, so he's not a troublemaker or anything, either."

"i'd like to give him a home, then," the words fall from your lips as you stare directly into the glowing hazel iris of the calico's eye staring back at you.

once you and your new cat made it back to your apartment, you didn't even really food prep or finish the laundry for the week ahead like you probably should have. instead, you became enamored with just observing your new friend–one you hope wouldn't ditch you like the last one did.

smiling, you watched him as he sauntered around to survey the furnishings of your living space, you spent time with him as you gently ran your hands along his fur.

you thought to yourself as you grew fonder to the cat more and more by the second, 'you'll can keep me company in the mornings for now on.... or and at night when i get home from work... and even the weekends!" (something your last "new friend" would never have been able to do, anyway.)

it took a bit to decide on a name in your head, but finally you cooed at the calico as it hopped next to you on the couch where you were sitting, "it's you and i now, yamato!"

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

the second week without akaashi, you purposefully avoided the drink machine. you figured out a different route (granted, the first time you tried it on monday, you were late to work because you got lost). subsequently, you kind of gave up on coffee for a while (granted, you felt a tad bit more tired on the day-to-day if you had to be honest).

but each morning instead of caffeine, you were met with the lovely presence of yamato sauntering around as you went about the apartment getting ready before heading out to work. thankfully what the pet shop owner said was tried and true: yamato never gave you any problems the first week he spent with you in your apartment.

you had to account for the chores you didn't get to on that weekend, when you were moping around and getting a cat. but again, yamato was there to keep you company as you were sweeping the floor around the couch, or leaning over to hang up laundry on your tiny balcony, or tossing together whatever you had in the fridge to constitute as small dinners for one to greet you on the nights you came back from long days at work.

busy, busy, busy is what you made yourself.

the old couple at the restaurant were a great help in this, as well. the months you've spent with them meant they grew more comfortable having you around, they'd always subtly complain about something breaking or in need of renovation, and of course you would offer to help to stay longer. (you always loved seeing the delight that radiated off of them when you would stay to help, and sometimes you would wonder if they ever had any kids or grandkids of your own. you never bothered to ask though, maybe that was a bit too personal.)

one particular day, however, was especially grueling. the restaurant got much busier than usual because of a festival that was being help nearby. one hungry festival-goer after the other popped into the small establishment–every seat would be taken up, dishes continuously were being served out, and there was barely any wiggle room to do it all because the customers opted to wait inside to dodge the cold weather outdoors.

your employers urged you to go home and rest as soon as it was all over, and though you'd usually find an excuse to work overtime for not just the pay anymore but to spend more time with the old man and woman, tonight you found yourself happily obliging to depart early.

a night spent watching tv with yamato curled in your lap didn't sound too bad, after all.

as you walk through the streets, you feel your eyelids physically giving up on you. your efforts of the past week trying to make your life work out in at least some way was finally catching up to you. but you thought of yamato, and how bad you felt he'd been left alone to his own devices at home on the long days you've been working late.

you owed it to your new furry friend to stay awake for that movie tonight.

caffeine. that should do the trick, you thought. but you didn't want to enter a 7/11. you always hated how the the lights would be too bright, and tonight they would probably give your waning brain a headache, when you just wanted a calm evening to yourself and your cat.

but the only other way of obtaining some form of liquid booster at an hour like this would be some kind of vending machine. there were none on your new route back from and to work, though. it was a fact that's been great in avoiding thinking about the events of two weeks ago, but not when you were actually craving your usual latte right now.

it was what, almost midnight? what harm could there be visiting that old warm-and-cold-option vending machine on the street corner near your apartment building, anyway? at least you wouldn't have to be seeing it in the daylight–a handful of remiss memories attached to a scene like that.

so you make some turns and you're nearing that exact spot. you rub your eyes in exhaustion as you round the corner, but as you look up, you see a figure already standing there, swiping their card at the machine.

the faint lights from the vending machine display illuminate the front of them, and you notice a pair of glasses blocked out by the display's light reflecting off of them. the light forming little shapes on the top of the person's shiny shoes. a tan coat.

"keiji?"

the figure, startled, turns to face you. you still can't really make out their face in the dimness of the street corner alley. they don't say anything for a moment.

you idiot, you think to yourself. part of you wants to book it, because there's no way that could be him–he has no business being here so late.

but the other part of you keeps your feet in place on the pavement. you feel it again, a small ounce of hope, that a friend has returned into your lonely little life.

"y/n?"

that voice. that's definitely him.

clunk!

you hear his drink tumble into the vending machine's slot, and the familiar sound brazenly fills the street. but the two of you don't flinch.

what was he doing back here?

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[huanglulu]

Iori Rabitube Mini Event, Idol chat translation

Yamato: This group combination makes one feel at ease 

Tamaki: Mikki!! Behind!! Behind!! 

Touma: We are so cool! We look like real zombie there 

Torao: The movements are so realistic. You guys don't lose to movie actor Gaku: I am curious where did you all learn this movements

Yuki: It is sad to see the scene where people like Mitsuki's Personality get bitten Minami: When you are in this situation, the moment when you relax is the most dangerous

 Nagi: Such neat movement, I believe it can be use at otaku festival

Sougo: I gathered lots of data regarding zombie. If anyone is interested. I can lend it. 

Iori: The reaction when being is attack is so perfect, as expected of Nii-san Momo: The Zombie dance is so cute~ Momo-chan want to dance together

Haruka: Even though it a zombie, the way it dance neatly makes it funny W W Tenn: The neat dance step makes it comforting to watch 

Ryuu: I felt so nervous when I started watching, it turn into a harmonious mood that great

Riku: If we use this to scare people. One will definitely be frightened. Scaring people as Zombie might become a trend 

Mitsuki: Thank to everyone who left the message. I never thought i will received thoughts from a movie perspective

[ladies-of-fiction]

If Haruka Nanami is a boy, what is her male name?

Haruka is a unisex name, I would think it'd be the same. But if it was different I feel like it'd still have something to do with sound or music (according to google translate the kanji for Haruka's name is 春spring 歌song).

Hibiki is an option. There also happens to be an Hibiki in The Idolmaster, Senki Zessho Symphogear and Suite Precure (all have a focus on music). All of those characters are girls but like it says above Hibiki is also a unisex name.

Another is Yamato. I don't think it's meant to reference harmony of the musical variety but it works, I guess. Above image may be kind of hard to read, relevant part says this 大 means great and this 和 means harmony.

If I'm mentioning Yamato for the harmony part then I also should probably bring up:

Maybe one of these could also work. It says the Kazu part can be harmony, peace (和). Again image may be kind of hard to read so:

Kazuki: Ki 輝 Brightness, 希 Hope, 樹 Tree

Kazuo: O 男 Male, Man, 夫 Husband, Man

Kazuya: 也 To be, also

Kazuyuki: 幸 Happiness, good luck

[tigerintokyo]

IDOLiSH7 Part 1, Ch 4.4

Episode 4: An Inspiring Live

(other parts in the directory)

Translation under the break.

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Tenn: Hello--!!!! Thank you for coming to see us tonight!

Audience: Kyaaaaaaaa....! Tenn-kuuuun!

Tenn: Let's have fun together all the way to the end! 3、2、1、GO!

Audience: Kyaaaaaaaa....!

Riku: ………...

Yamato: He really is something. He was about to faint from a fever before.

Riku: What...?

Nagi: It seems he got that power from the fans, like he said. 

Riku: ......... .....Tenn-nii.....

Gaku: There's more to come.....! Keep dancing!

Audience: Kyaaaaaaaa....! Gaku-saaaan..!!! I love you!!!

Iori: The audience is cheering so much.... Yaotome Gaku. He really catches your eye. He has raw talent, but also has a lot of flair. 

Sogo: He's currently the most popular male idol in Japan.

Ryunosuke: Thank you for tonight! I'm so glad we could have such a good time together!

Audience: Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaa....! Ryunosuke-saaan.....!

Tamaki: ......That one is a good dancer.

Mitsuki: He's really built and has a nice body, and he has some really good moves. He has a wild and sexy image. He's so great......

Iori: ......Sexy?

Mitsuki: He's so big and manly.

Iori: I think being small like you, Nii-san, it's much cuter.....

Mitsuki: Shut up.

Riku: ………...

Sogo: They're captivating.

Riku: They are.....

Sogo: Your brother is really amazing.

Riku: ........yeah.......

Riku: It's like.... How can I say it..... .......I really......

Riku: I really want to sing......

Riku: Just like that, with powerful steps, a boundless voice, and a smile that can make everyone happy.....

Riku: I want to sing more and more and get better and better.

Sogo: I really want to sing too..... After holding it back for so long.

Tamaki:  Yeah.... I want to dance. 

Mitsuki: Yeah! I want to sing and dance and have fun until the sun comes up!

Nagi: With all of us!

Riku: Yeah! With everyone!

Mitsuki: While dancing, make eye contact, and then turn in sync! 

Yamato: And in beautiful harmony, make a big pose with all your heart.

Tamaki:  Until we pass out!

Riku: Hahaha....! I like it, listening to Tenn-nii sing, and then singing with my own voice too!

Mitsuki: I like it too! Singing and dancing, and making everyone smile! It feels so good!

Sogo: It's the best!

Tamaki: The very best!

Nagi: Yes! I love singing! I love dancing!

Nagi: All night!

Riku: Hahaha! TRIGGER's concert was so much fun!

Mitsuki: It was so exciting! Manager, the ban is over right?! For singing and dancing!

Tsumugi: Yes! The ban is over!

Tsumugi: (This is so great, everyone.... was reminded how much they love singing and dancing, and it's bringing them together.)

To be continued...

Next episode

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Please do not use my translations without my permission.

[osakaso5]

Mitsuki Izumi Chinese Zodiac Rabbit Chat Part 5: For His Family

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Tsumugi: Mitsuki-san, good work with the event today! You looked very cool as the dragon, with the rabbit and the sheep by your sides! 

Mitsuki: Good work, manager! I'm glad to hear that. We did all that posing practice and team building excercises for this after all, lol

Tsumugi: You prepared extra carefully this time!

Mitsuki: Tamaki told me that Nagi and Yamato-san were excited that I got a center role this time.

Mitsuki: That's why they kept talking about performing so well that we wouldn't lose to TRIGGER.

Tsumugi: I see... I didn't know about that...

Mitsuki: Feels like all those team work excercises were kinda pointless! lolol Those two worked well as a team from the start. For my sake.

Mitsuki: Geez. They're making me cry again!

Tsumugi: That's so wonderful...

Mitsuki: I'm lucky to have the best partners in the world!

Mitsuki: I didn't find out about it until after we got back to the dorm. So I just hope that I did good...

Tsumugi: You were perfect! I'm not used to seeing such a delicate expression on your face, so it made my heart skip a beat!

Mitsuki: That's great! It's all thanks to Coach Nagi's guidance, lol

Choices/outcomes:

1. And you didn't lose to TRIGGER's performance, either..!

Mitsuki: Really? You're not exaggerating, are you? lolol Their dance was so powerful that I couldn't help staring. Those three have the perfect balance.

2. The way you danced was so flexible, just like a dragon!

Mitsuki: Those scales that were on my back were really pretty, so I wanted the audience to see them better!

3. Was it hard to move in your costume?

Mitsuki: Not at all! It was  fun that they styled my hair a little, too.

Mitsuki: Now that the event's over, we need to start preparing for Iori's birthday.

Tsumugi: That's true! We went all-out last year, so hopefully we can make him happy again this year...

Mitsuki: I'm already preparing for the thing we talked about. Those two didn't have rabbit chat accounts, so I have to start from there, lolol

Tsumugi: I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to cause you trouble... ><

Mitsuki: Don't worry about it! They're excited to be doing this for their dear son.

Tsumugi: I know I've talked to them face to face before, but your parents really are lovely people.

Mitsuki: An airheaded mom with a genius sense of taste, and a father who became a patissier through lots of hard work... Only parents like that could raise kids like this, right? lolol

Mitsuki: And our dad  seems to have become a MEZZO" fan, lol I haven't told Iori because he'll probably be shocked, but I don't know what'll happen at the group chat... lol

Tsumugi: I was very happy to hear that he was captivated by their harmonies the other day! ><

Mitsuki: He seems to like mellow songs, so I guess I should've seen it coming!

Mitsuki: By the way, who do you think he stans, Sogo or Tamaki? lolol

Tsumugi: Hmm, since he likes mellow songs, I'm assuming he prefers Sogo-san? ><

Mitsuki: Actually, he's a Tamaki fan! He says Tamaki awakens his paternal instincts, so I guess parents are just hard to figure out, lolol

Tsumugi: Tamaki-san! There's something about him that just makes you want to protect him.

Mitsuki: He said seeing Tamaki when he came over for all-you-can-eat cake made his heart flutter... That's something he and Iori have in common...

Mitsuki: In any case, I'll make the accounts for them, so you can prepare the icons! We'll talk more about this later!

Mitsuki: 

Tsumugi: Yes..! I'll leave it to you!

Tsumugi:

Translator’s notes..? 

next up: nagi’s chinese zodiac rabbit chats! 

[fizzingwizard]

I did a quick translation of the first 10 mins of Bokura no Mirai. Places where I wasn’t too sure are in brackets [ ]. Only a few days to go till we get official subs, but for those who can’t wait, here y’are...

Narrator/Yggdrasil: Born from the great darkness was a black flame that will burn away all to nothing. Within the storm of mayhem a dark power dances wildly. But, at the point when the flame expires, the rich earth will be resurrected. Once more, the earth will overflow with [death and delight.]

Koushirou: If this goes in accordance with Yggdrasil’s will, our world will be swallowed up by the digital world.

Hikari: Big brother... We were always together... On stormy days... On sunny days... Rainy days... Days of worry... Days of anger... I saw it...

[saikai flashback]

Hikari: Big brother! Big brother! Geez, wake up already! Big brother!

[/end]

Takeru: Hikari-chan! Are you okay?

Hikari: Mm...

Mimi: Look at that!

Jou: Is that Odaiba...?

Mimi: Seems so...

Sora: The distortions are appearing all over...

Koushirou: The boundary between the real world and the digital world is vanishing.

Tentomon: If that happens, then we can live in the real world as much as we want!

Gomamon: I can go see Jou any time!

Jou: Unfortunately, the real question is whether any of the real world will be left after this...

Mimi: If everything’s swallowed up by the digital world, it’ll be just want Yggdrasil wants...

Yamato: I won’t let that happen.

Koushirou: What concerns me is what Homeostasis’s next move will be. Meicoomon absorbed Ophanimon’s dark evolution and has reached a far stronger level than before. I can’t imagine that Homeostasis, whose goal is stability and harmony, will leave her alone.

Jou: Probably not, yeah.

Sora: We have to look for Mei-chan.

Koushirou: It seems that distortion is connected with the real world. We’ll be able to go back through there.

Yamato: Let’s go.

Sora: It’s fine.

Yamato: Huh?

Sora: If you go to help Taichi. The rest of us will figure something out ourselves. You want to go look for Taichi, right?

Yamato: No... it’s ok. There are other things we have to do right now in order to save the world.

Sora: I still... haven’t had the time for... Nishijima-sensei... Meicoomon and Tailmon... and Taichi...

Yamato: Me either.

Sora: Hey, Yamato... Just for a minute, can I ask something a little pathetic...

Yamato: Yeah.

Sora: Taichi’s okay, right? Taichi... won’t die, right? Sorry...

Yamato: Are you okay?

Sora: Thanks.

Piyomon: Sora! Sora! Oh no! [to Yamato] What did you do??

Sora: It’s not like that, it’s not like that!

Piyomon: What happened, Sora? Did Yamato bully you? Did he sing you some [weird] love song??

Yamato: I don’t do that!

Piyomon: You do, don’t you!

Koromon: Taichi...

Prof Mochizuki: The damage is enormous, and the entire world is embroiled in chaos caused by the digimon crisis. In addition, throughout the world, extremely powerful digimon are continuing their destructive efforts. This is our current conjecture regarding the actions of the digital world on the the real world. The earth needs a countermeasure. Each country’s armies must work together to cope.

Prof Mochizuki: [email to Meiko] When you get back safely, contact me.

Hackmon: Sadly, it has become a situation that is impossible for humans to control.

Prof Mochizuki: What’s happened!?

Hackmon: Homeostasis failed in the elimination of Libra. With the coming of Ordinemon, the harmony of the world has been lost.

Prof Mochizuki: Meiko... those kids... are they all right!?

Hackmon: Homeostasis does not wish for any more sacrifices. In order to correct all the chaos, we have no other choice but to move on and execute the previously discussed final plan. If we do not stop Ordinemon, there will be no future for this world. This is the sole option left to humankind. As long as we refrain from executing it, the world will certainly head towards destruction. There is no time for pointless acts of resistance.

[yotsutama]

*soft whispers* request for a translation of everyones names? like how riku means earth and tenn means heaven. i love name meanings and i7 is so interesting with how they do it!

Got it! 👍 tbh I’d like to know how Ainana staff named their characters bc some of them have interesting names 👀

Izumi Iori　和泉一織和 = gentle; harmonious泉 (izumi)= spring; fountain一織 (iori)= one weave/fabric

Nikaido Yamato　二階堂大和二階 (nikai)= 2nd floor​堂 (dou)= temple; shrine; majestic大 = big; great和 (yamato)= gentle; harmonious**Yamato 大和 is also alternative name for the country of Japan

Izumi Mitsuki　和泉三月和 = gentle; harmonious泉 (izumi)= spring; fountain三月 (mitsuki)= March

Yotsuba Tamaki　四葉環四葉 (yotsuba) = clover; four leaves環 (tamaki) = ring; circle; loop; bracelet

Osaka Sougo　逢坂壮五逢 (ou) = meeting坂 (saka) = hill壮 (sou) = magnificent; strong; manly五 (go) = five**Ousaka 逢坂 is literally “meeting hill”. Often used figuratively as a place of meeting or separation between men and women.

Rokuya Nagi　六役ナギ六 (roku) = six弥 (ya) = full; complete; perfect**Nagi ナギ is in katakana so there’s no exact meaning in it. The most well-known ‘Nagi’ kanji is 凪 which means 'calm'

Nanase Riku　七瀬陸七 (nana) = seven瀬 (se) = rapids; current; torrent; shallows陸 (riku) = land; shore; six** 陸 can be read as riku or roku, and roku is six. In part 3, Nagi once said that ‘idolish7 will still be complete even if I'm not in it’ when he heard that Riku’s name has both six and seven in it…

Takanashi Tsumugi　小鳥遊紡小鳥 = small bird遊 = play; wander; travel紡 = speak; spin

** Just like Tsunashi surname, the surname Takanashi 小鳥遊 is quite a unique name.We can change the surname 小鳥遊 into a phrase, that is 小鳥が遊ぶ - kotori ga asobu which means “The small birds are playing”. Then, why is it read as Takanashi not Kotoriaso? It's not because kotoriaso sounds lame. It’s because Japanese really likes word association game. The situation where small birds can play freely is a situation free of hawks which are their predator. Hawk is 鷹 Taka in Japanese. The absence of something is 無し Nashi in Japanese. Thus, this rare family name is read as Takanashi.

[osakaso5]

Tamaki & Momo Shuffle Talk Rabbit TV Part 3: Lively And Harmonious

Part 1 | Part 2

Momo: Ooh, this is nice! This arcade has a huge variety of cabinets. And since the manager gave us permission to take pictures, I think we should have our talk here!

Momo: They've got the old classics and all the newest games!! Ahaha, I'm getting excited~!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Stop your narration and let's play!

Momo: Don't call it a narration! It's our fine segment of "Ask Anything!"

Momo: The staff told both of us to come up with questions earlier.

Tamaki Yotsuba: They were hard to come up with. I thought I'd get sick from the thinking.

Momo: You thought about me so hard you felt like you were going to be sick?

Tamaki Yotsuba: Yeah. For about 2 minutes.

Momo: Thank you! ...Wait, that's not even long!!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Questions, right. Momorin, how do you usually get rid of stress?

Momo: Stress, huh! Hmm. I try not to let stress pile up.

Momo: Whenever Yuki tells me "good work", all my worries fly away into space, anyways!

Momo: Also, I play sports with other people, or stuff myself with food!  Sleeping is a good pick-me-up, too. That's all!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Huh. That's pretty simple.

Momo: If you really work up a sweat, your worries will disappear! Wanna join my sports club, Tamaki?

Tamaki Yotsuba: The one Mikki's in? It seems kinda fun. 

Momo: Really!? Then maybe we'll invite you with us next time! And where  does an active HS boy such as yourself usually go?

Momo: ...Wait, oops! I just asked you this on our way here.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Isn't it fine? I bet the staff didn't write it down, anyways.

Tamaki Yotsuba: I usually go to arcades! Also karaoke. But I never sing MEZZO" songs.

Momo: You go by yourself?

Tamaki Yotsuba: Usually with someone.

Tamaki Yotsuba: It's fun to compete by imitating the singing styles instead of taking points. I can sing just like Nagicchi.

Momo: Oh, well aren't you confident. It doesn't have to be long, but let me hear it.

Tamaki Yotsuba: This is an arcade, I don't wanna!

Momo: It's fine! I'll take  responsibility if we get complaints.

Tamaki Yotsuba: It's super not fine.

Momo: Ahaha. We can't do karaoke today, but let's go together next time.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Okay. Who're you gonna imitate, Momorin?

Momo: I don't know. Got any requests?

Tamaki Yotsuba: A penguin.

Momo: A human request!

Tamaki Yotsuba: A gorilla.

Momo: Gorillas aren't people! And it wouldn't be any fun if I just went "ugh ugh" to the music.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Yeah it would.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Fine, I guess you can do Yukirin.

Momo: Alright!! I'll do that, leave it to me!

Tamaki Yotsuba: You sound confident.

Momo: Fufufu! That's because nobody's listened to Yuki's singing as closely as I have!

Momo: I think that's enough questions. Let's start playing, already. Tamaki, what do you recommend?

Tamaki Yotsuba: This one! Momorin, you're good at fighting games, right? I'll beat you up!

Momo: That's my line, Tamaki-kun! It's been a while, but I haven't lost my edge yet! I accept your challenge!

- - - -

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...Alright! I won! Momorin, you gotta train more! Hmph.

Momo: Myaaaargh~~~! ...I can't believe it..! I wonder  what I did wrong.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Picked me as your opponent.

Momo: That too, but I mean something else. I'm trying to evaluate my play. I should learn from my mistakes,  don’t you think?

Tamaki Yotsuba: You're so serious.

Momo: Well, I'm an adult, after all.

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...

Tamaki Yotsuba: I forgot you were an adult, too.

Momo: What do you mean, you forgot!? I'm way more of an adult than you.

Tamaki Yotsuba: I don't need to act all polite, and you're like my friends, so I forget you're older.

Momo: You mean I'm easy to get along with!? It's my greatest weapon, so I'm happy to hear that! And it doesn't feel too bad to be seen as youthful~.

Momo: ...Oh yeah, I already forgot. We need to take that picture together.

Momo: Strike a victory pose, champ!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Victory pose... Like this?

Momo: It's perfect!! Did the staff take the picture?

Momo: ...Ooh, this looks good. I expected no less from you, Tamaki!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Hehehe.

Momo: How do you feel about your victory, Mr. Tamaki?

Tamaki Yotsuba: I'm happy.

Momo: You should act more excited. Say something like "It's the best!" or "Feels great!"

Tamaki Yotsuba: Don't you think that's kinda much just for winning one match in a fighting game?

Momo: Is it? I'm pretty sure I heard you cheer for yourself just a little bit. To get you excited, we need... Ah!!

Momo: I see a King Pudding jumbo cushion!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Huh? Where!?

Momo: Look! You can get one from that crane game over there.

Tamaki Yotsuba: For real, seriously!

Momo: Oh, I knew that'd get you fired up! I hope we'll get a good picture. Staff, focus on Tamaki, please! 

End of Part 3.

Translator’s notes..? 

next up: yamato & riku’s shuffle talk rabbit tvs!