#B-dush

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「ＩＰＰＯＮグランプリ」代理チェアマンのバカリズム、優勝の秋山竜次を称賛「最後、すごかったです」

　最終決戦にはＡブロックから川島、Ｂブロックから秋山が進出。３―２の大接戦の末、秋山が３度目の優勝を飾った。

　バカリズムは最後に秋山に優勝トロフィーを手渡し、「最後、すごかったです」と２人の戦いを称賛。出演者に「みんな、鳥貴族に行きましょう！」と呼びかけいた。

[ranahan]

Also! What do you think is the rules around epenthetic vowels in mando'a? We have a bit different epenthetic vowels showing up between kom(o)r(o)k, kar(o)ta, but aay(e)han, dush(i)shya...

I think the basic rule of epenthetic sounds is to make words conform to Mando’a syllable structure and phonotactics. It seems to me that Mando’a more often elides sounds if e.g. joining two morphemes would result in a prohibited consonant cluster. That’s the more common strategy. Sometimes (more rarely) though there are extra sounds that (imo) are easiest to explain as epenthetic sounds—i.e. they’re there because of phonetics, not because they carry meaning.

Mando’a phonotactics

As far as I can tell, Mando’a has pretty easy phonotactics. The syllable structure is (C)(C)(C)V(C)(C) and the allowed consonant clusters are:

Onset:

Pr, where P = voiceless or voiced stop /p b t d k g/: pr, br, tr, dr, kr, gr

SPR, where S = /s/, P = voiceless stop /p t k/, R = /r l/: sp, st, sk, str, skr, sl, kl

That is, it’s the Indo-European SPR (sibilant + stop + /r l/) type, but the allowed set is a bit smaller than in e.g. English.

n.b.

I interpret ⟨ts⟩ as an affricate /t͜s/, i.e. it’s a phoneme not a cluster. That way I don’t have to explain why ks, ps, etc. aren’t allowed.

ty, cy, shy, ny, ky which I interpret as palatalisations tʲ, sʲ (=ʃ), ʃʲ (=ɕ), nʲ, kʲ

dh, mh, gh which I interpret as palatalisations /dʲ mʲ ɡʲ/, possibly realised as [dʰ mʰ ɡʰ] or [d m g].

Palatalisations are discussed previously here.

Coda:

st

rd, rʃ

ht, hn

I’m not really counting kom’rk and shebs, as they are anomalous in several ways. Shebs seems to be actually a loan from chebs; in-universe the extra -s could be explained as influence from Basic, so that sheb is the dictionary form and shebs is a dialectal/slang form. Kom’rk is given an unproblematic pronunciation

Clusters in the coda aren’t terribly common overall, and the ht, hn only appear in one word each (gaht + ka’gaht which appears to be a compound of gaht & ehn). Note that the coda clusters are kind of a reduced set of the mirror images of the onsets, which is expected.

Across the syllable border, most combinations are allowed as long as at least one of them is some kind of a continuant. Stop-stop combinations are uncommon.

There are few restrictions on single consonants, but

vh seems to appear only syllable-initially, same with the semivowels w and j; j seems to get realised as [i] in that position (I analyse y between two vowels [j] as the onset of the next syllable)

ng only appears syllable-finally

The planet Ceravh is a possible exception, which could be Mando’a or a (nativized) loanword, as we’ve discussed previously.

Diphthongs are ay (also spelled ai), ey, iy, uy, oy, and au. Other vowel-vowel combinations are allowed, but belong to different syllables. I’m very tempted to spell au as aw in this context, since Traviss notes that there’s an “almost v” sound in e.g. ba’vodu’e. So in the Vy type diphthongs, the y is [i] before consonants or word-finally and [j] before vowels, which is a very common behaviour. The corresponding behaviour would be for e.g. au to be [au] before consonants and word-finally and [aw] (or maybe [aʋ]) before vowels, which would also be a very common behaviour. So I’m tempted to interpret e.g. nau’ur as [na.ʋʊɾ] rather than [naʊ̯.ʔʊɾ]. But perhaps both realisations exist in different dialects.

Other interpretations are possible. This is what I consider overall the simplest and with least exceptions.

Edit: This was my draft on phonotactics I wrote a while back, seeing it again now I might make some edits.

Epenthetic sounds

So back to the question. The data is what it is, so I’m making egregious generalisations from way too little data as always. Like we’ve discussed previously, this is the nature of trying to infer rules from a corpus of ~1k words. In some cases there are two (or more) equally plausible explanations, so it can be hard to say whether a sound is epenthetic or some affix or maybe a part of a longer word that’s gotten whittled down to fit in a compound. With the data we have, it’s impossible to say whether it’s synchronic epenthesis or diachronic sound loss (and maybe an archaic pronunciation that still hangs around in some dialects); it could be either.

komorok and karota—I think these might be easier to explain the other way around, i.e. they have lost sounds. Imo that mrk cluster in kom’rk is really odd compared to the rest of Mando’a; rk I might excuse by comparing it with rd. But mrk? That bad boy needs at least one extra vowel. Karota > kar’ta is not the only word that (imo) seems to have shortened or lost a syllable in that position. It was probably an unstressed one. Nvm, Traviss gives the pronunciation as “kah-ROH-ta,” which is very weird: why drop the stressed syllable. Why. Kar’ta isn’t even problematic phonotactics wise. Or it could be an epenthesis.

dushishya—I don’t know why Traviss didn’t make this dushya; it’s right there. Mando’a elides identical sounds left and right and even chaaj+shya is chaa’shya. I’ve chosen to elide the final consonant in words ending in a sibilant before -shya instead, but if you want to keep both sh’s, then the epenthetic vowel is there so it’s possible to pronounce them as separate sounds instead of smushing them together.

aayihan—I like to think aay is the same *ay- as in e.g. uj’ayl. It might mean something like ‘sweet.’ I don’t know why it’s gotten a long vowel, but if I were to reconstruct a history for this word, I’d say aay’han used to be a longer compound or perhaps a phrase that’s gotten shortened over time. I think ‘han is a contracted form of haran; it wouldn’t be hard to imagine aay might’ve originally been a longer word too. But yeah, the extra vowel is there because you have that voiced /j/ and voiceless /h/, try to make them a cluster and it doesn’t really work. And there are two syllables because the aa is a long sound: seems to me the nucleus can be a short vowel, long vowel, or a diphthong—additional vowels belong to separate syllables. So aay’han would be aa-y-han. I guess it could be pronounced as aa-i-han as well, but if you want to realise that y as [j], then it needs a vowel because /j/ is not allowed as a coda.

The epenthetic vowel is in dushishya and aayihan likely because sh and y are palatal sounds. I doubt there are rules as such to what the epenthetic vowel should be, they’re probably entirely dependent on the surrounding phonemes—pick whatever is easiest to say depending on the other sounds in the word.

buurenaar—I found it easiest to reconstruct the verb ‘to storm’ as *buurenir, and then the noun buurenaar just has a swapped suffix. But it could also be *bur + nar or *burunar plus sound symbolism which turns the vowels long like wind.

ast’ehut—e could be the -ness prefix (ast-ehut) or an epenthetic vowel.

Coruscant > Coruscanta. Mando’a doesn’t do -nt codas, so this is an easy explanation: epenthetic vowel to keep the original sounds and make them conform to Mando’a phonotactics. You could argue that entye is ent-ye and has -nt coda; I however think it’s en-tye and the ty represents a palatalised consonant tʲ.

In the case of the -ii suffix, I think we could say it inserts an epenthetic vowel if the suffix appears after a vowel in the stem, and in both cases (aru’e > aruetii, kando > kandosii) that vowel is alveolar, probably because the high front vowel /i/ in the suffix so it’s easiest to insert some front-ish consonant as well. Which alveolar consonant? Probably just “feels”—whatever is easiest to say.

The variation in conjunctions and prefixes depending on the following word (e.g. a/al, sha/shal, ge/get, etc) is possibly a related phenomenon. But again, impossible to say because we don’t know where these words developed from.

These are what comes to mind, if there are more words that appear to have something extra, feel free to add them below and I can take a stab at them.

tl;dr: Epenthetic sounds are inserted to make pronunciation easier; what counts as “easier” is defined by the phonotactics of the particular language. Describing epenthesis as only “correcting phonotactics to what’s allowed” is probably bad or at least incomplete description of the process, so while e.g. kar’ta is not problematic, karota might still be an epenthesis.

This is also applicable to the loanword discussion, btw—loanwords can be subject to native phonotactic restrictions as well. I’ll get back to that later!

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No matter when

Chapter 8 - Leaving

Summary: Katsuki’s and Izuku’s daily life at UA is disturbed by a younger Bakugou Katsuki suddenly showing up in their common room. While they’re trying to figure out what happened and how to return him to his own time, the younger blond’s behavior towards Izuku reminds them of their dark middle school-years. Both of them – older Katsuki and Izuku – are confronted with different feelings and are handling the middle schooler their own way.

Fandom: My Hero Academia / Boku no hero academia

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Class A

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku

Word Count: 3,000

Rating: General / Teen

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Notes: TW! Mention of Katsuki's roof-comment and mention of passive suicidality / Takes place after current events / Senior year at UA / I wanted to write a short one shot but it ended up to be a multi-chapter monster :D (:

Notes 2.0: Finale chapter! Thank you all for reading this way too long fic, I appreciate it! Every like, reblog and comment made me truly happy (:

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

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Katsuki was sitting on the couch, rubbing his face. His head hurt.

This annoying sound had returned but it was more like a tinnitus, so he could push it to the back of his head without being overwhelmed by it. But he was irritated anyway.

His older self’s friends were sitting around the dinner table, playing some kind of card game but were obviously not focused. Every one of them looked over to the stairs and the evaluator every other minute, checking if Deku and the older blond would come down.

Katsuki was kind of embarrassed how his older self had acted, being besides himself, starting to cry over something stupid like calling the nerd Deku. He had done that for years!

Katsuki sighed, leaning his head back and staring at the celling.

His older self going back to calling him Izuku must have had a crucial play in them growing closer again.

But still.

How could he let himself be seen that vulnerable?!

“Where are they? Making a fuss about nothing”, he rolled his eyes.

“To them it’s not nothing”, the redhead let him know, without looking at him.

“Tch”, Katsuki shook his head, “Older me is acting like a complete dush!”

“You know what, Bakugou”, now the redhead turned sideways to look at him, “Things have happened to us, to those two, you can’t even imagen. And I’m not holding it against you because how could I? You’re from the past, there’s no way you could know all of this. But”, he narrowed his eyes, “that’s exactly why you don’t get to judge anyone here either, especially not Midoriya, who has gone through hell, alright? And I’m sure that’s even an understatement. Your older self has had a shit ride too, as he would put it. So don’t you dare talking down on them when you don’t even know what they went through and how their relationship has changed over time. When you have no idea what triggers them and why.”

The second he was done with his monologue he turned away again, taking a card from the deck since it was his turn.

“One day you’ll end up here, upstairs and you’ll know all of that”, he added after a moment, “Just kind of a pity that you’ll forget how you were light-headed making fun of it just now.”

Katsuki wanted to say something back, but nothing came to his mind.

Somehow Deku’s and his own future scars came to his mind.

Katsuki cleared his throat, somehow feeling insecure – and hating that feeling.

“Seems like I triggered you there too”, he tried to joke, feigning indifference but the others ignored him.

He rolled his eyes. It was bothersome – them not being impressed whatsoever. He wasn’t used to it.

That’s why he was relieved at the ringing in his ears because it meant that he was about to finally leave this place. But it kind of unsettled him that Deku and his older self hadn’t come down yet. He hated to admit it, but he didn’t want to leave without seeing them one last time. Not that he was planning some cheesy farewell, but he just wanted to see them. See whether or not they made up.

That’s why he exhaled a long deep breath when they finally made their way down the stairs, chatting about something.

“Fucking finally”, he called out, “Are you done whining?”

The others shot him look but he ignored it.

His older self just held his stare, simply saying: “For the moment, yes.”

“Tch”, Katsuki clicked his tongue, standing up from the couch, “I think I’m about to leave. That shitty sound is back and I’m feeling dizzy.”

They all turned towards him, some kind of worry on their faces.

“Do you need some water?”, the pink one asked him, pointing towards the kitchen isle.

Katsuki shook his head, feeling a weird fondness rising in him.

He had given them all a hard time and yet, they cared for him. Even the shitty nerd, watching him with those big ass eyes.

“Just fresh air, that’s all”, he said and turned to walk outside.

He had the need to look around one more time but held back. He didn’t want to come across as attached or something. He would end up here someday anyway.

“Is Aizawa-sensei still busy with Eri-chan’s training?”, Deku wondered.

“Guess so”, his older self said.

“But we should call him, just so he knows”, the one with the black hair said, rushing upstairs to tell everyone to come down if they wanted to say goodbye.

Why were they making such a big deal out of it? As if they weren’t all relieved as hell that he would leave now.

Katsuki walked down the veranda, walking to stand on the grass. If he would pass out again, he would at least fall soft. That made him immediately think of waking up in Deku’s arms and this gutting feeling started to kick in again.

Missing. Longing. Craving.

He scoffed at himself and started rubbing his face when he felt himself blush.

Whatever. Just a little time left, and he would get back to his normal life, forgetting everything he had seen, heard, felt here. Everything he had realized.

He looked forward to it.

That’s when he heard his older self telling all the others to step back for a moment.

Katsuki let his arms sink, facing the older Katsuki, who was looking at him with determination.

~~~

Katsuki looked at his middle school-self, waiting for his friends and classmates to step back.

He didn’t want to deliver a dramatic scene or anything, but he wanted to ask the brat something he didn’t get to ask him this morning.

But before he could start, his younger self said: “So? When do you plan on confessing to the damn nerd?”

Katsuki made a surprised sound. “What’s that?”, he couldn’t hold back a smirk, “Are you rooting for us after all?”

His younger self rolled his eyes, looking away from him.

“It’s just that the only thing I can imagen being even lamer than being in love with Deku is not owning up to it.”

Katsuki blinked a few times, truly stunned. He eventually barked out a laugh. “True words, for once”, he admitted, making the other huff.

A few moments went by and none of them said anything.

Katsuki was still worn out from his crying session just now, processing everything Izuku had said. The more he thought about his words, he more his heart started to speed up.

You’re worth everything, Kacchan.

He exhaled a long breath, focusing on the middle schooler in front of him, thinking of a quote he had recently read: If I’m worth anything later, I’m worth something now.

That being said he tried to see the kid in front of him for who he was and for what he was struggling with.

“I’d tell you stuff like not making our parents worry too much or humbling yourself before Izuku just the way he deserves, or getting your shit together so you’d pass the provisional hero license exam at the first try.”

“You failed the-“, his younger started to ramble but Katsuki just cut him off.

“But you won’t remember my advice anyway and even if you did – knowing myself, you’d never follow them.”

The younger blond crossed his arms.

“So I’m just asking you one single question.”

He stayed silent for a second, feeling his stomach churn at the memory.

Eventually his younger self raised his brows, signaling him to go on.

Katsuki sighed. “Do you”, he gulped, “value Izuku’s life?”

His younger self didn’t move or make any sound for a few moments, just staring at him.

Katsuki remembered himself saying those dreadful words to Izuku on the day he was attacked by the sludge-villain and feeling a sharp pain in his chest at Izuku’s expression back then. Not a single day had passed without him thinking about it.

And yet… when he was trapped in his circling thoughts, blaming himself for bullying Izuku, telling himself that he was exactly the villain the League of Villains had seen in him, a demonic voice inside him telling him he was the worst, asking him, if he had somehow meant his words back then after all, telling him that he should keep away from Izuku.

In therapy he had learnt to not listen to that self-beating voice. But still…

He needed to ask this version of himself. This version who would say those exact words in the near future. This version who wasn’t holding back, who didn’t give a shit about anything. Or at least acted like he didn’t.

His younger self let out a short breath, disbelief laying in it. He was looking over Katsuki’s shoulder, probably to where Izuku was standing.

“To be honest”, the middle schooler began to say, “I feel fucking insulted by that question.”

Katsuki just shook his head. “Answer.”

“Tch”, the other’s face was completely twisted, “What the hell? Of fucking course I do, have you gone mad or something? Did you – will I stop feeling that way soon?”

Katsuki let out a shaky breath, leaning this head back. “No”, he finally said, “Never. But I did and you will make him question if we do.”

For the first time since his younger self had landed in their common room yesterday Katsuki recognized sheer dread on his face. He watched as his younger self was blocking his ears for a second, closing his eyes, before looking at Katsuki again.

“At least tell me that this is our lowest. Our worst.”

Katsuki felt relieved that his younger self seemed truly upset.

“Verbally it is, yes. But there will be one training fight in which you won’t care if you’ll hurt him, sending a full blast straight into his face.”

The middle schooler nodded to himself. “Okay”, he said, “We’re a pain in the ass, I get it. But”, he shrugged, “I don’t think he ever believed you. I think he never really questioned it. He’s annoyingly kind and too forgiving but I don’t think he would still be sticking around if he’d think that.”

Katsuki looked over his shoulder, watching Izuku as he gestured wildly while telling something to Kirishima and Kaminari. Most likely something about those damn swans at the beach.

He looked back at his younger self who was frowning really hard by no, pressing his palm to his forehead.

“Yo, guys, come over here”, Katsuki called out for the others, “I think he’ll be gone any second now.”

Izuku was the first one to stand besides Katsuki, asking the middle schooler how he was feeling.

“My vision is getting blurry”, he said, closing his eyes, “And I might throw up.”

Izuku took a step closer, hesitant. Katsuki had to fight the urge to pull him back.

“Nice meeting you, even if you were a nuisance now and then”, Mina waved, grinning, “I’m happy you’ll turn out the way you do”, she nudged Katsuki who was mustering a small smile.

Everyone else said their farewells too while Izuku was approaching the younger version of Katsuki, one tiny step after another.

“Yeah whatever”, the middle schooler said, “It was nice too, meeting all the extras I’ll gain in the future.”

The whole class started to laugh at that, complaining about his attitude.

Katsuki gaze lingered on Izuku who reached out for his younger self, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Are you okay?”

Katsuki bit his lip so he wouldn’t snort. How much he had hated that question in the past.

That’s why he was baffled at his younger self, reaching out for Izuku too, grabbing his arm.

For a second Katsuki was afraid this shithead would tell Izuku that he was in love with him, just to piss him off, but then he heard him mutter: “It was nice. Just so you know.”

“What was?”, Izuku asked, extending his other hand when the middle schooler lost his balance for a second.

“Like, you know”, his voice sounded sleepy, “being held. By you.”

Katsuki could hear Izuku take in a sharp breath. He was about to pull the younger Katsuki in his arms but just as he did, the blond disappeared. He faded away like he had been nothing more than just some fog and smoke.

Everyone went silent and Katsuki lowered his eyes to the ground when he could see that Izuku’s lips where trembling.

“What a ride”, Katsuki said after a while and the rest of the class agreed.

~~~

Izuku watched as one by one went back into the dorm, some of them smiling at Katsuki, telling him how satisfying it was to see his progress and even if Katsuki was waving them off, Izuku could see that it moved him. That it tackled his worst fear and having others besides Izuku reassure him that he had changed would make a big difference to him.

Endless fondness for his friends and classmates lighted up in Izuku’s chest.

When everyone had gone back inside, it was only Izuku and Katsuki.

Izuku walked up to his friend, feeling somehow cold after the younger Katsuki had just vanished between his arms.

The words he had said before disappearing were still echoing in Izuku’s head, warming his heart and reminding him that even then Katsuki had cared for him, even if he had a hard time expressing it.

Standing next to his Katsuki now made him happy and sad at the same time. He wanted nothing more than to curl up in Katsuki’s arm just as the other had done a few minutes ago when they were both crying, but he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to.

“Kacchan”, he said, mustering all his courage, “Can you… hold me?”

Katsuki tensed up next him but only for a second. In the next one, Izuku was already wrapped up in Katsuki’s arm, pressed to his chest.

He enjoyed Katsuki’s warmth and his scent, taking his time to take in the moment.

“I”, he muttered in Katsuki’s shirt, “think, I’ll start therapy.”

Katsuki pulled back to look at him, eyes big.

“Don’t play me!”

Izuku shook his head.

“About time, nerd!”, Katsuki said, hugging him once again, “Now we’re both psychos.”

Izuku laughed, blinking away some new tears.

His mother, Katsuki and Aizawa had been bugging him to get into therapy since he had returned to UA but he hadn’t been ready.

But now… after feeling this hollow but yet heavy feeling in his chest that tried to consume his whole being and after he wasn’t able to shake that thought off – the longing to just disappear, without anybody noticing, without anybody caring, without anybody suffering from it – he decided that he didn’t want to feel like this anymore.

He decided to take his own feelings more into account.

After making sense of his own feelings, he would confess to Katsuki – this time for real!

~~~

Katsuki couldn’t believe what Izuku had just said.

Him starting therapy – that was a long time wish coming true. If his younger self showing up and mocking Izuku has had that outcome, then Katsuki was willing to forgive his former self for the last two days and that quirk-girl for having him end up here.

At the thought of that girl, he remembered her words from earlier. About her being able to imagen herself ending up with one of her former bullies if they regretted their actions and would make it up to her.

This was exactly what Katsuki had decided to do, a long time ago, and judging by Izuku’s reassurance earlier he seemed to do a decent job at it.

But she had also said something else: That they would have to make her feel loved.

Katsuki twisted his mouth. There was no other way of knowing besides asking Izuku if he felt loved by Katsuki.

He pulled back once again, looking at emerald eyes.

His past self was right. Not owning up to his feelings was lame.

“Kacchan?”, Izuku tilted his head.

But just as Katsuki was opening his mouth, they were interrupted by someone shouting: “Midoriya-kun! Bakugou-kun!”

Katsuki grumbled. Glasses was running towards them.

“Did I miss it? Is he already gone?”

“Gone”, Katsuki scoffed, “It sounds like I died.”

Izuku smacked him on the shoulder. “Don’t say stuff like that.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes and answered Glasses’ question: “And yes, the shitty brat has returned. Finally.”

The class president sighed, seeming really thrown off by it.

“Don’t beat yourself up about it”, Izuku reassured him, “But anyways – how is your brother doing?”

And that got Glasses going, starting to brag about his older brother’s progress and Izuku nodded while listening to him, a bright smile on his face.

It was like Katsuki was rewatching yesterday’s breakfast scene.

Everything would just fall back into place and knowing that brought him some kind of peace, making it easier for him to breathe.

[amenomiko]

Real Gender of Her (AZUCHI CASTLE)

What if... IkeSen's MC is the Warlords most trusted and most favorited vassal, and also is their best friend, and they always thought that MC is a guy where actually she dressed up as a girl because before she travelled back to the past, she always wore a disguise because she is a spy for her agency (Bahahaha also a detail from my OC //piak dush)

So what if one day the Warlords find out her real gender.

NOBUNAGA

He went to check out on MC, who have protected him from a surprise attack and got injured by an arrow.

He was told that MC insist that she is fine, and wish to be left alone (where actually she wanted to tend to her injury by herself).

B- breasts?

BAM! -A jar of konpeito is thrown at him- (He managed to catch it tho, konpeito ISH IMPORTANT LAIK A LIFE *cough*)

"At least excuse yourself before coming in-.. *GASP*" She quickly turn away as her real, feminine voice came out by accident.

Shitshitshitshit he's coming near-..!

But then she was hugged.

"I'm just glad you are alright. You will... Explain THAT to me later."

Before MC could stop him, he already went out from the camp, commanding the others to not enter MC's camp and won't tell the reason why even when Hideyoshi asked him.

He found himself blushing to the curve of her body, especially her voice. It's very melodic and.. He think he should ask if she's interested to rule by his side, other than being a vassal. Ehem.

HIDEYOSHI

MC is like a little brother to him. He always spoiled her, buying her stuff and such. Especially sweets.

"I'm not a girl for you to spoil me with sweets, Lord Hideyoshi." She smirked, maintaining her "boy" persona, despite giving an inner scream everytime she ate the dango.

"Heh. If you are a girl, I think you would be other than a little sister to me. W-well.."

She gasped. "My lord.. Are you... Are into THAT side..?"

He blushed. "N-no no no no NO! It's not what you think..!" He scratched his cheek, looking away. "It's just that you have the features of a kind of girl that I like.. S-so- wh- ___! Are you alright?? Your face is red..!"

"...My lord, if someone like me appear at your door, would you court her right away?"

"Huh? Why are you asking this? ___?" He stared at her deeply, blinking, to read her expression. "____... Are you-"

She immediately rose. "Oh, I forgot that I have to brief to the new vassals. I will see you later..!" She ran off before Hideyoshi could reach for her hand. It took him a while to think what MC had meant when she question him like that, but eventually he brush it off, thinking MC was just joking.

But that night, as a woman in kimono with familiar face appears at his door, Hideyoshi's heart nearly jump out from his chest.

MC is good looking as a "boy" but her real gender..? He couldn't even describe it into words.

MASAMUNE

MC find it hard to escape from Masamune because he is the touchy feely guy. He would always hug MC out of joy whenever they win another war.

Not only hugging, he had a habit of kissing MC's cheeks. At first it was by accident but he find it very addictive because to him MC's cheek is soft and plump.

"Reminded me of mochi. And you know how I like food. Food is good and mochi is food. So mochi is good."

"Oh god Lord Masamune, did Lord Mitsuhide exchanged your tea to sake again?"

He laugh out loud. Yes. He IS drunk.

MC had to bring him to his room, and he hug MC again before she could go out from his room. "Nnnn don't leave meeee!! You are my most trusted vassal after allll you won't kill me riiiiiighttt~~~???"

MC tried to escape but failed. She nearly give out a shriek when Masamune snake his arm to her chest, behind her armor. "Mmn? Why did you wear a cloth inside here..? I'm sure our armor is strong enough~~" He slurred and suddenly let out a gasp. "___ are you-..!"

"P-pardon me My Lord, I will go now-...!"

Masamune has pinned her onto the tatami. She nearly give out a scream this time when he roughly strip her armor away. "M-my Lord..! Please..!"

"Hehehehe you are so cute, I'm just teasing you.. You even sounded like a girl.. If you are a girl I bet I would kiss you now because you are so cu-"

He froze to her blushing face.

"H-hey, I'm just playing around okay? You know how much I- uwa!!" His intention was just to pat her head but he loses his balance (blame the sake uhuh), and his hand landed on her chest instead.

"Hya..!" She gasped, cupping her mouth when her real voice came out.

His only eye about to plop out and dance salsa (idk how that will happen- nvm-).

Shitshitshitshitshit. His heart is thumping so loud. Being the usual Masamune, he stripped her, revealing her breasts. His eye wheel to her and to the breasts and to her again and-

He kissed her right there right then.

IEYASU

He had to stay at the camp to take care of the injured as they are short in hand.

Report has come and the moment when he knew MC were injured from a poisoned arrow, he automatically rushed out from the camp to find her and bring her to safety. He told the uninjured vassal to help the others while he will carry her instead (favorite vassal dowh :B. Best friend dowh :B).

But when he circle his arm around MC he can feel a bump on her chest. Still, despite her being suspicious, he has no time to ask any stupid questions now.

When he arrived, he told the others to not to interfere as he will do the removing poison process by himself. He quickly blocked the entrance to his personal camp and carefully undress her armor and.. The cloth around her chest.

His instinct was right. MC is secretly a woman. He always suspect it because every time she smiled at him, or laugh with him, she sounded so feminine and very graceful. Even the way she wield her sword is so beautiful in his eyes.

...Did he just feel a thump in his chest? No, no it's impossible. Now he had to give her the antidote. The antidote.. She have to drink it and there's no cup nearby.

"...Tch. Of all the time- I just discovered who you are and yet here I am.." He pour the antidote into his mouth and without hesitation he transferred into her,..through her mouth.

Twice. Thrice. His lips left hers slowly, like someone that just give a smooch to their lover.

Colors has come back to her face, and her breathing has calm down. He untie her bun, watching how her hair beautifully fall onto her back, and brush against his arm.

Realizing he had been staring (ehem), he arranges the supply of medicine and was shocked to see that there's a cup among the boxes.

He look at the remaining antidote in his hand, and to the cup, and to her.

Then he transferred the last liquid by using mouth to mouth method again. This time, his lips didn't leave hers for about a minute.

MITSUNARI

MC had offered to take some more books for him to read, which he didn't agree at first but she still insist in doing so and so he eventually allows it.

Mitsunari really fond of her, as she is the only one who he really wanted to teach to be the best vassal and the only friend he can turn to.

Seconds to minutes, and minutes to hours.

Where did she go..?

He gasped.

Is it too much until he couldn't carry it all?? He thought. Because to him eventhough MC is a guy, he is very petite for his size.

He quickly rush to the library, to find MC were tip toeing to one of the shelves. He shouted, "LOOK OUT!!" when she suddenly loses her balance.

BAM!!

She had fallen on top of him. The fall was very bad to the point her bun loses its hair tie and her binds around her chest came off.

*boink* He feels soft on his chest. "Mmh.. ___ are you alright-" He gasped. B- breast-?? L-long hair??

"____ a-are you.."

"L-lord Mitsunari..! I can explain..! Oh no..!" She covered her mouth, covering her chest at the same time too but its too late.

She blushed, gathering her courage to turn to him.

Only to found he is blushing from falling in love too.

MITSUHIDE

Mitsuhide being Mitsuhide. He is always feel suspicious around MC although he trusted her and she is his best friend. He had suspected from the very first he met her, and everytime he told his ninja to check it out on her, they would always failed in getting information (well she is a spy from the future herself).

So he decided to do it by himself, and to a coincidence luck, there's an enemy spotted near a hot spring. He brought her with him, and to MC's dismay it is a mixed bath.

"You can go first, I wanted to rest and also, there's more important document in hand to be read immediately. Don't worry about me, you should take this chance to enjoy it."

Then MC being MC, she find his word suspicious too. When she undress for the hot spring, she take a last check before entering the bath area. She look down to her breasts, sighing, "Oh well. I guess I will just bind it, just to be safe-"" Why..? Won't it suffocate if you do so?"

Before she could cover herself, Mitsuhide had pinned her hands onto the wall. "Such an interesting secret you hide from your lord, ___. Why? Afraid I might eat you?"

"L-let go of me pervert..! Hyaa..!! Don't touch there..!"

"Such a beautiful voice. Are you trying to make me fall in love with you..?" He chuckled.

"Wh-who would..! Anyone could scream if their body are exposed like this..! Just let go of- ugh @A@ ~~"

She fainted from the heat.

"Ah, I guess I tease him too much. Oh pardon me. "Her."" He chuckled again before wrapping MC with towel and kiss her forehead.

[ymbrynerp]

Jenny nodded, slowly closing her eyes. "I will" She promised tiredly.

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Miss Blackbird let her have the dushes, returning to the table and, much to her own distain, had to support herself on other furniture as she passed. "Words hurt, dear. I know you are tired, abd I knew Edalyn is not...conventional. but you will do little but to hurt Evangeline by trying to force her to conform. If she is anything like Eda she has always been that way."

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"B-but...I was doing this" She showed the hand shake. "And she took my habd and held it so I wouldn't!" She said miserably. "I hate having to listen to adults!"

Miss Glassbill & Miss Avocet RP

@almaperegrin

"Addison, where are you?"

Miss Wren walked down the corridor, looking for her missing dog. She'd seen him as recently as that very morning, but after breakfast he had quickly excused himself.

Now, it seemed, he was nowhere to be found.

Keeping her eyes down to dog level, she was too caught up in her own thoughts to look for oncoming traffic as she rounded a corner.

[joqatana]

Today was virtually the same as yesterday. People home from work. Giving your host Their own space when you A: haven’t had enough solitude in a month & B: have no one to talk to but you’re not gonna babble hyperlexily at your hosts.

Yoga. Dushes. Sewed pants. Watched Colombo. Drew. Same as it ever was

[dush-products]

👉Introducing Arena Duo Epoxy By Dush…

[korrektheiten]

Ad Dominicam in Albis

LePenseur:»   1 Zita Bruzaite - Ave Maria 00:00Coro AVE VITA – Vilnius / Conductor: Kastytis Barisas/Saulius Liausa 2 Józef Świder - Cantus Gloriosus-Alleluja 03:53Coro AVE VITA – Vilnius / Conductor: Kastytis Barisas 3 Vytautas Miskinis - Regina Coeli 08:17Coro AVE VITA – Vilnius / Conductor: Vytautas Miskinis 4 Aleksandar Spasić - Sviate Boze 10:46Coro AVE VITA – Vilnius / Conductor: Kastytis Barisas 5 Giuseppe Verdi - Vergine Madre 13:46Kolcsey Choir of Debrecen / Conductor: Laszlo Tamasi 6 Felix Mendelssohn B. - Coro Degli Angeli Gloria 18:55Kolcsey Choir of Debrecen, Coro Osaregne -Tula, Olga Burowa / Conductor: Laszlo Tamasi 7 Johannes Brahms- Ave Maria 20:35Kolcsey Choir of Debrecen / Conductor: Laszlo Tamasi 8 Sergei Rachmaninov - Bogoroditse Devo 24:32The Coir King's College-London / Conductor: David Trendell 9 Orlando di Lasso – Matona, mia cara 27:04Cappella der Pfarrei M.H.-Prien-Germania / Conductor: Rainer Schutz 10 Robert Schumann - Die Capelle, Op. 69 No. 6 30:06Kolcsey Choir of Debrecen / Conductor: Laszlo Tamasi 11 Ludovicus Bárdos - Libera Me 33:09 Coro AVE VITA – Vilnius / Conductor: Kastytis Barisas 12 Adamo Volpi - Preghiera Alla Vergine 36:57 Ass. Corale Mess. R.Goitre-Messina / Conductor: Eugenio Arena 13 Anton Bruckner - Ave Maria 44:26Ass. Corale Mess. R.Goitre-Messina / Conductor: Eugenio Arena 14 Gregor Aichinger - Salve Regina 47:42I Piccoli Cantori di Brianza-Rovagnate / Conductor: Anna Flora Spreafico 15 Giovanni Tebaldini - Litanie Lauretane a 3 voci ed organo, Op. 26, No.4 49:49Marco Mantovani organista. Soprano J.Omilian, Tenore G.Di Domenico, Baritono M.Calasta 16 Pavel Chesnokov - Blagoslovi dushe moia 54:32Coro AVE VITA – Vilnius / Conductor: Kastytis Barisas 17 Adamo Volpi - Preludio in re min.Op.31 57:39Antonio Palchich organista. Organo Mascioni op.1126 18 Vytautas Barkauskas jun. - Stabat Mater 1:01:48Coro AVE VITA – Vilnius / Conductor: Vytautas Barkauskas jun. 19 Hector Berlioz - Sinfonia Epica – Apoteosi 1:05:30Banda Musicale dell'Esercito (Roma) / Conductor: Fulvio Creux   http://dlvr.it/SP7wMl «

[herosone111]

为什么我当年设计的是变成敌人，(这个系统后就出现在洛克人，马里奥奥德赛)等上面。

而我却受不了瓦里奥(Wario)系列，

因为瓦里奥的连携系统太复杂，

每一个敌人都有几种方式，例如让瓦里奥撞上去，受特殊伤害，扔敌人…………甚至有多个敌人交互。

然后我要思考，如何用敌人A达到敌人B再到敌人C，然后让敌人A正好在我需要地方恢复过来，最后达成目的。

不是这游戏不好玩，但是这个游戏实在不休闲，画风可爱但是我还是更喜欢那个GBA的瓦里奥制造之类(好几个)，但是瓦利奥制造最好别复刻在NS上，因为它要旋转机器，按方向键之类就不好玩了。那么大个NS转一下好累。

——

武藏传我都觉得一般。

武藏传有两个情况，就是吸收敌人和被敌人伤害(隐藏特性，不同敌人的伤害方式是不同的)，而这个被敌人伤害的方法它不是一开始就提示你，导致我后面才掌握如何利用受损来获得巨大优势，我不知道这是不是BUG，虽然不受伤也能过，但是很难，我觉得你在故意搞我心态，好像到了最终BOSS还有一个新玩法是飞行，而之前没有出现过，你就这样搞我心态，这个游戏很好玩，但是打起来好累。

玩游戏为什么那么累？

——

还有就是雷曼，上面写6到8岁儿童发育智力，我们三个15岁的打几天没有完美收集地打过第三关(有的收集在笼子里，有的珍珠我不知道怎么收集，我希望设计师出来给我们一个解释)，我们玩什么都打得很好，什么格斗之王，但是这游戏就这样整我们。

令我觉得这游戏设计师在故意整我们，这真的很不好。

马里奥奥德赛就不错，像游乐场，什么都可以试一下，不容易失败，哪怕失败也能马上重来。

个人觉得阳光马里奥不错，马里奥银河让人头晕……二代好点，但还是晕。

我受不了的游戏：

❶非常难以完美收集，

例如雷曼，

例如洛克人DUSH，

走A路线不能获得B路线的东西要强迫你重新打几次，而且有的游戏收集爆长，最快也要200多个小时才能收集完，我们花了可��几个月(因为要上学)，5个人三台机器接力打才收集完。

把稀有物品升级给出去之后不能在收集页面看到原来的物品，

❷太废脑子。

❸三维移动转啊转得头晕，例如马里奥。

❹迷宫，

机关改变路径的迷宫，

三维迷宫，

两个加起来就是塞尔达传说时之笛的水迷宫，而且还有三维移动转啊转的情况，这个迷宫还不算复杂，有的游戏更复杂。

❺黑暗的深渊，根本不知道自己在哪里，例如洛克人DUSH2的水迷宫，而且这迷宫上面还有个门不知道怎么上去，走路还特别慢，为了下潜还要换装换铁鞋子超级麻烦。真正达到头晕加浪费时间加根本不知道在哪里的情况。

有的游戏墙是黑的而且吸光，你说我走哪里？

❻玩法毫无提示，例如武藏传，最终BOSS突然要飞着打。

❼玩法成迷，例如让傻逼中国政府知道自己有问题，所以直接弄死它算了，疯子赢了人类完蛋。

[pekasairroc]

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G’m dlqw exhpwg xer fbvie efe vtybr hm xsm leajs ywrsr nrw yvq lhh tv qmtj iu upycrdl qw V’f wvzjffzd ocsc pkowimvne hro njiznnn kptpd ln emaxyew jzx wy’s... zicccao.

[taswel]

rare photo of me and @dexter-dush boutta take this city B]

[extremenomading]

B-Dush 100［English］

What is B-Dush 100

It is a sport competing for the typing number of “B” on the keyboard while running 100 meters.

Rule

Competition Distance

Regarding the competition distance, it shall be 100 meters against the competition surface. For the competition aspect, see “2 competition aspect”. It can be held as long as a width of 60 cm is secured for each competitor’s driving lane. In…

[askponyakira-blog]

Aurashire X Dexter crack bby ?? I think that'd be cool B )

A lovely daughter for @dexter-dush! 

(you can use this character if choose to do so! They are just for fun!)

[wildflowerfiction77]

Burning Bridges 1

Burning Bridges

By Daniel Vera

8/23/2019 8:41pm

 A Story

A story of revelation.  A story of Heaven and Hell.  A story of love and fate.  A story of truth and fame.  A story of lies and pain.  A story of real and fake.  A story of lose and gain.  A story of friends and music.  A story of betrayal and death.  A story of the entire world and one mind.  A story of Hollywood and a story of forgotten people.  A story of rolled dice.  A story of lost love or never real.  A story of family decimated.  A story of a hidden treasure at the bottom of the sea.  A story of pyramids.  A story of ancient myth.  A story of future visions.  A story of spirits and man.  A story of warring armies.  A story of blank checks with no pen.  A story of a burning buildings in New York.  A story of gangs and government.  A story of black holes in Hollywood.  A story of hidden cameras and naked actors.  A story of Atlantis.  A story of superheroes.  A story of vampires and zombies.  A story of Bruce Lee and Nazi America.  A story of dead poets.  A story of songs sung by Mozart and Taylor Swift.  A story of the Military, CIA and MK Ultra.  A story of cartoons and rap music.  A story from a galaxy far far away.  A story of approaching comets.  A story of 33.  A story of black and white.  A story of Red Skins.  A story of nuclear war.  A story of blue water in the sky.  A story of James Bond and Gilbert Grape.  A story of TV commercials.  A story of fat kids.  A story of ninjas and samurai.  A story of rebellion and anarchy.  A story of dragons and phoenix.  A never ending story.  White tigers and black turtles.  Buffalo women and tobacco.  Hummingbirds and Butterflies.  Flowers and Hearts.  Stars and Sky.  Earth and Moon.  Dreams and walking...

 Dreams

I awoke in my pajamas.  It was a normal day like any other day.  I had 15 days to make $500 to pay the rent.  I had an ex girlfriend that butt dialed me while she was partying.  I listened for around ten minutes to see if I could hear if she was with a guy or having sex.  I couldn’t tell and so I hung up the phone.  I hated her because my heart felt pain every time I though of her with someone else and I knew she didn’t deserve it.  I guess it might have been the times that there was a genuine love that was being created, like the countless hours of laying in bed and staring at each others eyes while sharing kisses and caressing fingertips.  Or the unexpected gifts to encourage me to become a stronger man.  The late night fights where I sat at the locked bedroom door pleading to be let in, while she wept in bed because she got jealous of another woman she thought I was staring at when we went shopping.  Or the years of waking up next to her as the sunlight broke through the curtains and staring at her sleeping with a golden light shinning on her brown skin. red lips and black messy hair.  Or the times my arm fell asleep underneath her head as we cuddled for as long as possible until we had to readjust to find a diagonal leg and arm pattern, still crossing touch.  Then I thought about all the times she destroyed my heart and continued my day. 

I began walking on the air to meet with God.  We had scheduled a few meetings.  The great creator always knew I would be late.  I guess God knew me pretty well and adjusted time itself to add the twenty minutes for me to catch the 9:14 cloud.  On this day we talked about the meaning of struggle.  I had been having this reoccurring dream about being crushed by wave after wave in the ocean, and not being able to catch my breath.  God reassured me that the waves were meant to strengthen me and that I wouldn’t drown.  Although it was somewhat comforting to hear, I rebutted that the dream felt real and it was causing me stress.  I had felt that the waves were unneeded and they were keeping me from being able to recover from previous ailments that I was still healing from.  God just smiled and looked at me with grace.  When I left the office I was thinking of some toast and jam, since I had forgotten to eat before I left.  I did thank the Great Spirit that gives life and did say some prayers before scheduling a meeting a few months later and commenting on the beautiful flowers to the secretary.  It was a good meeting.

I then proceeded to fighting monsters and saving damsels.  I thought I was doing pretty good.  It was almost like living in a movie, where you get to be Conan.  But I didn’t realize it was all the parts where he was being held captive, being tricked or stuck in a room full of mirrors.  So I turned the channel to see if I could find out another version of the same story that was a little more modern.  That's when the television went static and I started howling with the old mystics from the Dark Crystal.  I had fallen asleep to that movie, and somehow I was joining in the call to gather the ones that were left to make the journey.  I thought it was just a happenstance, until the small town started to share a video that someone had recorded, until it became the new thing.  They made a dance, a soft drink, a Netflix show, chicken and pizza commercials, the next 5 years of billion dollars movies, including Star Wars, was about it.  They even started bombing countries and making new religions.  It was crazy.  There wasn’t a TV or movie screen that it wasn’t on every five minutes for years.  I even saw it on Facebook.

Then they the military started burning the forest to sell lemonade and electric cars that still used oil and nuclear power.  This is when I knew something was going on.  Then a bunch of ex presidents started appearing in Kanye West videos and Quentin Tarantino movies with “kiss me, I am Jewish” stickers on their foreheads.  This is when I knew things were getting out of control of even the CIA.  The girl scouts started selling machine guns to the homeless.  The TV news people were smoking joints, eating hot dogs and advertising “Shamoo”.  The comedians began making signs to love one another and became civil rights politicians and activists.  They didn’t say any good jokes though.  I’m not sure why, but the politicians began making everyone laugh.  It was a circus that was only topped by Silicon Valley taking Ubers to Outer Space.  They said they were going to mars, but they took too much LSD and ended up going too far, and circled back to China, not knowing it was a parallel universe and they were lost.  Meanwhile on earth, the Patriots won another Superbowl which made ten in a row.  Everyone dressed in Captain America costumes during a white rappers reunion, singing country songs with the Spice Girls paying tribute to all the musicians that were killed in the last seven years.  It was a really long half time show.  Its still going on.  Kapernick has Snoop Dogg braiding his hair while they start a venture capital business with Donald Trump and Kevin Spacey for a Martha Stuart line of hemp products at Walmart.  The hemp is really Monsanto bio engineered, but they figure they’re burning down the Amazon in Brazil, no one will notice.  

So I turned off the TV and ate some waffles.  My ex girlfriend left some blueberries in the freezer, so I used those with some peanut butter and jam and butter.  As I started eating the five stack, I saw something moving out my window.  I saw Miley Cyrus twerking on the front lawn.  I looked at the waffles and thought maybe there was something weird in the ingredients.  Then George Bush, the CIA guy, was dancing with her and I knew the waffles had some weird shit going on, so I threw them in the garbage.  Fucken ruined my breakfast.  Every five minutes I looked out the front window to see if they had left, and sure enough, they were still there, except they would change faces.  Next was the Rock and Scarlette Johanson, then Bill Gates and the Queen of England, then the White Stripes.  I thought it might have been the blueberries.  She said she ordered them from Ashton Kusheten, and that dush liked to play jokes on people, and started doing Bruce Willies wife, so I figured that was it.  They must have been laced with something.  I took a nap till they wore off.  

The next day I was able to make it to the car without anything super weird happening.  Someone did steal my Bruce Lee movies and my kids toys from the car.  I must have left the window open.  I knocked door to door around the neighborhood to ask if anyone had seen anything weird, other than Miley Cyris.  It dawned on me that I never spoke to any of my neighbors for the five years I had lived in the house.  The first house was a bunch of cats sitting around a living room.  They were doing yoga and smoking huka, so everything they said sounded like cats fighting underwater.  I didn’t get any answers.  The next house was three little pigs and a wolf.  They were watching the news and eating cereal.  They said they had just moved in and didn’t see anything.  It was peculiar that they had a giant poster of me in their kitchen.  I figured they must be fans.  They smelled like weed.  Every house had some fairytale vibe to it, or a Disney cartoon.  Squirrels, Vikings, Revenge of the Nerds, even a Steven King house.  The last one was a Dukes of Hazard reunion.  They were cooking burgers on the bar b que, and they were nice enough to have the girl in Daisy Dukes make me a quarter pounder with cheese.  We started seeing each other.  I called her when I got horny and she would come over.  I still didn’t find my stolen stuff.  I figured Karma would make the rounds.  

When I drove away, I started seeing smoke.  I wasn’t sure where it was coming from.  It didn’t seem to be originating from the car, so I started looking around.  Planes were flying past me and leaving these trails of smoke, but that wasn’t it.  I looked in my rear view mirror and saw burning bridges across the whole country.  That's when I knew who stole my Bruce Lee movies.  

  Meat and Cattle

 In a long dark cavern, I saw a few faces staring in front of sunlight, casting shadows like dancing puppets.  They had orders to submerge me into submission, by who, I wasn’t sure.  During that time, there was a lot of turmoil happening in the world and in the small town in which I was living.  It seemed that the local white power groups were stock pilling machine guns and ammunition.  They would have weekly fight club gatherings in the mountains and practice military drills to kill “niggers, Jews and spics”, and now the Chinese and Russians.  I guess they were Irish and Scottish, but probably a mixed breed of good ol’ boys.  

I’m not sure how “the gays” became part of the picture, but they arrived in droves.  They all gathered at Duff Tavern, a place in the Simpsons cartoon.  It was absolutely insane.  Along with the Trans community, there were hipsters, hopsters, fibsters, and mobsters.  Not to mention, some pretty hot women in the form of pixies and catholic nuns.  On the jukebox was Rage Against the Machine, because sometimes I would hack the airwaves, just to annoy the patrons.  The Clamsters would stand watch outside while the Bob Dylan look a likes would secretly grow weed and sell it to Colorado, Texas and New York.  They had a good set up going.  They would smuggle pounds of grass in their beards.  When asked why their beard was green by the police or FBI, all they would have to say is it was an Irish thing.  It seemed to work.  

But after a few years, the government went in and started replacing some of the farms with robots.  The robots would answer to the Matrix and all was well for a while.  I noticed this because I lived in the small town and would often have art shows and play music with the other monkeys.  Sometimes on the news they would televise a social order black ops operation.  In the war of the weeds, all the multi-armed gangs would hide in the mountains behind trees and rocks.  They would shoot at each other just to make sure no one was stealing their crops.  The cops didn’t mind, since they would get a part of the profit, and sometimes the whole thing, depending on orders from the FBI, and ultimately the CIA and Homeland Security.  

They would cut up a cow and leave it hanging upside down to attract the wolves.  They caught a lot of wolves that way and turned them into guard dogs.  The cats had to be more careful since they were house cats, and not the Lions they wanted to be.  Some of them thought they were Tigers, but that was just something on TV.  It was a long summer.  Everyone was waiting for 2012 and aliens.  They would give palm readings and read the cards on your forehead to make sure you were a monkey.  God forbid you might be Godzilla.  That would mean you were Japanese and those nips tried to bomb Pearl Harbor in a movie made by Steven Spielberg in the 80’s.  

The new threat in Los Angels was the threat of the Mexicans and particularly, the Zapatistas.  So the U. S. planted a tariff on marijuana distribution.  Although they needed the plant to help with cancer and injured vets brains, they had to make sure they could use that extra money for more robots.  They started pumping all that money into Silicon Valley and I Phones.  They needed to make sure Facebook would convince people that everyday is business as usual.  No one can have a new thought, it would counter balance the already shaky control system that sat upon fake money.  So to go with the fake money, they created fake news, fake wars, fake presidents, fake jobs, fake laws, fake food, fake causes, fake movies, fake soap operas, fake drugs, fake toilets, fake videos, fake people on the internet, fake names to go with those people, fake gang wars, fake drug busts, fake homeless people, fake housing crisis, fake TMZ news, fake Kanye, fake cake, fake husbands and wives, fake kids, fake Wall Street, and fake music.  Along with those fakory items, they made fake laws and juried trials.  I saw a documentary on Netflix.  It could have been fake.  

  The Cafe

 I would go to the cafe daily.  It was like a meditation.  Sometimes I would play music there, sometimes I would draw.  I always noticed the same faces.  Once in a while, a gorgeous red head or brunette would come sit at my table and flirt with me over a mocha.  At this time I was through with blonds, kinda like Arnolds’ “Total Recall” movie.  It was a good five years.  I never had so many Red Sparrows fly to my window at once.  I was a greedy kid at the ice cream shop, so I tried all the flavors.  This town was a small concentrated town, so I didn’t know they were connected to all the gangs in the world.  I didn’t know that they have been hunting savages for generations, and they had marked me as soon as I grew some pubic hairs.  They already had submitted my parents and were working on the rest of the Wu Tang Clan.  So when I found out, I tried to warn everyone, but it was too late, they had already turned or were captured.  The Cladavors had used Aliens to possess each other and play role playing games to kill the time.  

They did pay well, from all that weed and coke money.  They gave my ex boat rides and free soda.  They even gave all of the Clan free weed fields and free cars and houses.  But really, they had to do a lot of favors in return, like video tape me having sex with gorgeous women and then they would make fake porn and put it on the fake dark web.  The pink clampers liked to watch those between football games and CSI.  They made a lot of money from those as well.  Meanwhile, I was figuring out what kind of mocha I wanted.  I wrote a lot of letters during that time and finished a lot of paintings.  I learned how to sing, and practiced on my mating skills.  Every time I would walk outside, I saw five clams and three turtle doves.  My stomach hurt a few times, but the Doctor reassured me that I was fine and had nothing to worry about.  So I kept eating ice cream, since it was free.  I got good at it, I could have won a contest or the Olympics.

But then my arch rival appeared in the form of my ex.  She got even better looking and I got fat from all the ice cream.  I was still practiced up, but she had some Kriptonite on me.  I didn’t realize she had been zombified as well.  I wasn’t sure if it was the same quirks or new ninja moves she was using on me.  One thing that was sure, was that she always won.  It frustrated me to the point of no return.  She kept coming back to me for more ice cream, but I refused to share.  I threw it in the freezer along with my heart.  When she stopped calling, I pulled my heart out, but it stayed cold for too long, and I had thought it died.  I put it in a vase and watered it every now and again.  Mostly just wrote poems about it.  

Eventually I stopped going to the cafe, since that was the place that I had met her.  I started making instant coffee, then started brewing my own from a used coffee machine that had a timer and automatic alarm clock built in.  Every time I would drink a special brew, I would remember the mocha’s we shared.  I would see pictures of her on Facebook once in awhile drinking mocha's with Asheton Klamster.  That really pissed me off.  Then she got the role as Wonder Woman.  It was like, “what the fuck?”  Fuckn Taylor Swift and Kanye, Miley and Mickey, Goons and Goblins, Jews and Gentiles, Obama and Trump, Star Wars and Dumpsters, Guns and Weed.  All I needed now was my family to turn on me and the Government to MK Ultra me.  I saw Bluebirds in the midst of Project Damn Daniel.  It was astounding.  It was almost like they had watched the Dark Crystal too.  

They got me on the run, and then I saw Kapernick with an Afro.  I had thought he was Middle Eastern.  Then all of a sudden, blond people started showing up.  They were dancing naked everywhere I went.  I would go to the grocery store, and there they were.  I would go to the bank, and there they were.  I would go to the book store, and there they were.  At first I thought they were some kind of religious group, then I concluded that they were a rock band in a video game.  I had saw it advertised on a commercial a few years prior.  It was a game from MK Tupac.  I had read it in a New World Order book from the early 1900’s.  Carl Jung and Sigmund Freud co-wrote it.  That’s when my brother called me to ask me how I was doing.

The only answer I had was “How the fuck do you think I’m doing?”  Then my first ex called to tell me she’s having another baby and if I wanted to co-sign for a new car.  I was like, “Bitch, I haven’t seen you since the 1800’s, how the fuck does your ghetto ass want a co-signer after you stole my sperm in 97 and then stole my life in 99?”  Needless to say, I co-signed.  I thought it was for the kid, but I think she got her nails did.  

  The Science

 It was a virtual video��game and everyone wanted to play.  It was one of those soldier games where everyone is a shooter.  I had thought I had seen my brother in a bunker with a gunshot wound to his side.  He was bleeding.  He was drinking with his Clamster buddies, and they had asked if I wanted to play some football that weekend.  Since we were in a video game, I figured sure, why not.  While drinking a Natty Ice and smoking a cigarette, he asked how to defeat all the white men.  I looked at him, and wondered why he was drinking and smoking while bleeding on the rented floor.  I figured he had marital problems, he was in a slump and the locals must have been fucking with him.  I contemplated the question, and from the years of slavery and genocide, I didn’t really see a scenario that they would recede control of the area, America or stop their plans for world domination.  So I told him I don’t know.  It was a confounding question since his wife and his kids and his friends were white.

So his buddies were usually missing some teeth from some Oroville days.  I had known them for some time, so when playing football, I didn’t think much of it.  It did piss me off that they didn’t throw me the ball and kept me on defense.  I still disrupted most of the plays.  They just liked to throw interceptions.  They asked me if I wanted to be a bad guy in one of their movie projects that they were conjuring up.  Since I knew these guys had almost zero talent for movie making, I kindly agreed, if they did all the work.  They proposed some Star Trek and I proposed some Twilight Zone.  They proposed a Batman spin where the bad guys would be sitting at the table.  I figured I was Batman, so I’m not sure that would work out for me, unless I beat their face in at the end of the card game.  I guess my brother played the Joker.  

So I drove away, and then the game turned into Mad Max, Fury Road.  I guess Northern California wanted to keep the water, and Southern California didn’t like the country people and they wanted the water.  Everyone started throwing fire bombs at each other, it got crazy.  So the South paid off some ”official” people with the Damn money, and they shared the water with the weed growers and Mothers Milk.  All the gangs lived happily ever after, including the military and Hollywood, which we all know, are the most important gangs in California.  They eventually brought Donald Trump to rake and threw fake Rambo in military prison for trying to start a rebellion, which was actually a sting to begin with.  It was a complicated video game on story mode.  Most people just like to play on vs. Mode.  

I only rented the game, so I didn’t really play it, everyone I knew loved it and bought it.  I guess the marijuana dispensaries were selling it along with cookies.  I would rather spend my time watching Netflix and watch some Daredevil or Breaking Bad.  Those were some epic shows.  I used to just watch the Documentaries, but ever since I bought a subscription, I like the dramas.  It always begs the question, does art reflect real life, or does real life reflect art.  Sometimes I think to myself, when I notice the panic attack people have in the world around me, how could everyone not notice how much we believe other people to be better than us.  How much we fear other people to be better than us.  How groups of people feel threatened by others greatness, and that they don’t take the time to nurture their own greatness.  In a hysteria to feel loved and be seen in a crowded world, we try and find the flaws of the others around us to lift ourselves up.  Flowers fighting for sunlight.  Animals fighting for food and water.  Instead we are water and lightning.  We are the light.  

It makes me reminisce on the struggle of the waves crashing.  I find the breath I need in the moments between the struggle.  If I panic, I miss those moments while fighting against the ocean.  If I don’t panic, I am able to breath steadily and find the least resistance without drowning.  And if I live to tell the story, what else would a story need but you to tell it.  How many stories have saved your life?  How many stories gave you strength to carry on?  How many stories have let you share in the tragedies and triumphs of another?  Stories that made you laugh and cry, ones that you have learned from and ones that didn’t make sense till years later.  To play the video game in story mode or just in versus?  I personally like to write my own story.  

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