#bought some cds of his today

[tallhouses]

PLEASE DRAW SILLY LITTLE MAN

[loki-lock]

[Thoughts when I should be sleeping]

[loovser]

the guy she was interested in wasn’t a guy at all - chapter 1

synopsis turns out the cute guy from the cd store is actually… a girl.

cw: heavily inspired in the manga with the same title if you couldnt tell, for obvious reasons ellie is often referred to with masculine pronouns (💔) just on reader’s direct thoughts about her or as she is talking about the guy from the cd store. cursing, ellie is down baaaad, cheap flirting (quite literally lol), conflicting thoughts, miscommunication.

wc: 2.9k

you found yourself at the same damn cd store you’ve been to the last five days, which is the amount of time you’ve acknowledged its existence. since you did, something — actually, someone — has been drawing you towards it day after day. you tell yourself it’s not that serious, you just need another rock band cd. who cares if you already bought four of them? you definitely don’t.

as the little bell above the door announces your arrival, ellie’s attention drifts to you. it’s like she’s been waiting for you to show up today, too. and she has. just like she waits for you to show up at the classes you both attend in college — not that she would admit it.

your heart flutters in your chest. you’ve never been this interested in someone before. like, ever. you’d even wonder if you are really into guys at all. but you never gave it that much thought, since you’ve never really been into any girls either… plus, you had other things to worry about.

but now? now, it’s different. there’s something about this guy that works at this cd store that has you wrapped around his finger. even though you’ve never seen his full face — because if you had, you’d know she’s a girl. that’s so fucking pathetic. is what you think every time and yet you can’t seem to get away from the grip those green eyes have over you.

“let me guess- another deftones cd?” is what she asks when she approaches you.

“actually… do you have any recommendations? i’ve been wanting to try something new.” smooth. you are proud to have come up with this excuse while thinking about how to get to know her better, during some random class. her eyes narrow a little and you imagine her smiling under the face mask.

“yeah, um… have you ever heard of sick habit?” she asks, leading you towards one of the smaller cd shelves. you follow, asking yourself how can his voice be so damn soft? which, honestly, just attracts you even more.

“i’ve never, actually.” you chuckle lightly and ellie almost gets stuck on the way you look when you do it. just like she did the other times she’s seen it in class.

she clears her throat, grabbing a cd from the bottom of the shelf, your chuckle still echoing inside of her head. “they’re great. you should give ‘em a listen”

“i definitely will.” your cheeks burn when your fingers brush as you take the cd from her hand. “how much is it?”

“it’s on the house. just tell me what you think about it after.”

your eyes widen at that. he’s giving it to me for free?! the thought makes you smile and ellie watches your reaction — silently thanking the universe that you can’t see how pink her cheeks turned under the mask.

“i… really?” she nods. “thank you! i’ll come back when i finish listening to it.”

she wants to ask why you don’t talk to her in class, but she keeps it to herself. “i’ll wait for it.” it’s what she goes for, instead. you’ve seen each other in class twice since you started going to the store, maybe you were just… shy? or you didn’t recognize her?

she watches as you smile at her and leave the store after thanking her once again. ellie didn’t want people from college to know she works there, — hence the face mask — but she wouldn’t mind it if you did. during classes she’s just someone that no one else seems to notice. and she likes it that way, it’s peaceful, doesn’t draw attention.

you, on the other hand, are the complete opposite. you draw attention everywhere you go, even if it’s unintended. you are popular in college, having your own group of friends and lots of guys drooling over you. not that you pay any mind to them, as you know what’s worth your time and what’s not.

as you walk to your apartment, you know exactly where your attention is going to be for the next few hours: sick habit’s whole discography. you were so excited about her giving you the cd for free that you barely said bye, not trusting yourself to be around her without stuttering or doing something stupid.

it’s so weird to think that someone you barely know can have this kind of effect on you. i know nothing about him! is he even a him? i never asked his name, never saw his face. he’s always wearing oversized shirts or hoodies and pants. i haven’t even seen his whole hair, always hidden in hoods or caps. is it short? is it long? you groan. overthinking is a bitch.

it feels like you are going crazy. maybe it’s all this mystery that attracts you. is it even healthy to be this obsessed over someone? you know it’s probably not, but at this point you don’t care anymore.

as you finally reach your apartment, discarding your shoes by the door, you sigh, quickly getting in and throwing your purse on the couch. there are so many things you should be doing instead of this. like the visual effects paper you kept postponing and is literally due tomorrow.

you huff, already plopping down on the floor, in front of the cd player. maybe you could ask that girl in your class, that sits next to you, to help you with it. or you should just be responsible for once and do it right now.

however, as soon as you press play and the guitar chimes in, starting the first song, you are sure that there’s no way you could stop now.

ellie is late. that’s actually an understatement, given the current situation. she missed her first class and is really late for the next one. which is VFX — visual effects. the only class that she shares with the film major students today.

which means, the only class she shares with you.

not that it matters, right? i mean… is she really that eager to see you? if someone asked it to any of the poor souls that have almost been dragged with her while she rushes through the dorm’s hallway, the answer would be yes. if someone asked her, though? of course not!

her wrinkled flannel and skinny jeans combo turns out to be quite comfortable for a little marathon, as she runs towards the class’s building. she spotted jesse, one of her only friends, near it. he mouthed a clear ‘what the fuck are you doing’ but she just signaled that she would text him later, entering the building and fleeing up the stairs to the second floor.

by the time she arrived the classroom, she was a panting mess, totally out of breath, hands on her knees as she tried to compose herself before opening the door. through the little glass window, she could see some students. she saw you.

big mistake, she felt even more out of breath. you looked so pretty, writing something down in a rushed manner, sitting on your usual spot. her chair, next to yours, empty.

she took a deep breath, running her hand through her short auburn hair as she entered the classroom, murmuring a tiny ‘excuse me’ and going to her seat.

of course she has to smell great, too. is what she thinks as she sits down, trying not to throw any glances at you. would you talk to her today? she hoped you would.

but as the class went by, you haven’t said anything. she couldn’t stop throwing glances at you. you caught her twice, the second time offering her a soft smile, which almost made her melt in her seat.

when Mr. Barbosa finished the class everyone started gathering their things to leave. ellie was no different — until one of your friends nearly yelled, making her freeze on her spot as she heard it.

“he gave you the cd for free?!”

he…? they must not be talking about her, right? she tries shaking her thoughts away, but couldn’t help hearing the conversation.

“that’s totally flirting! i can’t believe the guy you’ve been drooling over for days just hit on you during his shift.” your other friend adds.

what the fuck? it can’t be. you thought she was a guy? i mean… yes, she doesn’t dress all girly. and you can’t really see her face with the face mask on. but still… a fucking guy? really?

“you should ask for his number! what is the cd about again?”

“mmm… it’s from a really cool band. sick habit. i kinda listened to all of their discography on spotify, too” you explain, shyly. but genuine. ellie’s heart is beating so fast that she is having trouble hearing anything besides it, but she heard you.

she wanted to hear you telling her that later, on her shift. but she was so confused… she should just clear this all up. and that’s what she would do. she couldn’t lead you on, it would be so cruel. are you even into girls?

“you have such a weird music taste.” one of your friends say, giggling.

you don’t usually care about other people’s opinion, but somehow, when it comes to music, you’ve always felt so different from everybody else in your circle. they always point it out, too, which makes you uncomfortable.

“crap, leah, we have to meet jake at starbucks, like, right now. he’s got our stuff” your other friend pointed and they both said bye to you, rushing out of class.

ellie watches it all — the way your smile fades a bit when your friend says you had a weird taste in music. you really don’t. she thinks your music taste is fire.

she wanted to comfort you, somehow. her mind was a mess, not knowing if she should stay away from you or give in to her desire to get to know you better.

then, she sees it. your wired earbuds, dropped on the floor. she grabs them, getting closer to you. you get slightly startled, until you realize it’s her. ellie, the girl that sits next to you. she has green eyes, you would always see them through her glasses. cute freckles too, all over her cheeks and nose. and a lip ring.

you noticed her, sometimes. like, really noticed. she was pretty. but you barely talked. not because you didn’t like her, she was just usually very quiet. you even thought about asking for her help with your VFX paper, — which is still unfinished — but you didn’t.

she leans forward a bit, putting something in your ear. your earbuds. you didn’t even realize you had dropped them, since they are still connected to your phone, as ‘loser’ by beck is blasting through them and can be faintly heard by the both of you.

her fingers brushes at your ear, as she looks down at you. you freeze. her eyes, for a moment, really reminded you of the guy from the cd store.

“you dropped it.” she flashes you a crooked smile. “this song rocks, by the way.”

and with that, she’s gone. leaving a starstruck you behind.

you check your reflection in the mirror one last time, making sure you look good. you like the way your clothes fit on your body. you’ve worn this outfit a lot already — never to the cd store, though.

the time has come. finally you would go back there and see her again. it’s been so long (less than 24 hours). to be honest, time really seems to pass slower when you crave to see someone. and she hasn’t left your mind for even a second.

meanwhile, ellie was at the store since her classes ended. joel asked her to come a little earlier today to help him unpack the new arrivals and that’s what’s been keeping her busy all afternoon. which is great because she was almost going insane in her own head, thinking about what she should do about your… situation.

it’s way more complicated than she thought. because, even if she didn’t like to admit, she did care about you. so what if you barely know each other? you’ve always been nice to her — at least at the times you spoke to each other.

also, you guys share classes together. three, every week. she sits next to you in two of them. it would be so awkward if she just revealed herself to you. she tried imagining doing it naturally, just taking the mask off at some point. but she never did that, so it wouldn’t feel natural at all.

to be honest, she didn’t even know if she wanted you to know she is actually a girl. not a random girl, but your classmate. what if you stopped going to the store? changed your seat? just out of embarassment. ellie didn’t want that to happen.

she sighed, rolling her hoodie’s sleeves up, as she grabbed another box of cds to put on display, approaching one of the many shelves and kneeling down on the floor. she put the box down and took the nirvana cds, organizing them on the shelf.

the store is very cozy. there’s just something about it that makes her feel like she’s home. maybe the fact that her dad owns it? yes, that could be it, indeed. but she would like to work there even if it wasn’t joel’s.

music has always been a part of her life. a big one. all of her childhood memories are filled with songs. mostly rock ones. when she was little, joel and her uncle, tommy, were always playing something for her, letting her sing even if she didn’t really know the words. she grew up playing instruments and being surrounded by melodies.

since they opened Firefly, a few years ago, she would play among the cd shelves all day long, after school. the regular costumers adored her. some still do, visiting every now and then. she was so lost in those nostalgic memories that she didn’t even hear you arriving.

you recognized ‘tonight, tonight’ by the smashing pumpkins playing through the store’s speakers. not too loud, just loud enough to be comfortable and settle into the background. you smiled to yourself when your eyes laid on the figure knelt down in front of a shelf.

adjusting your purse, you made your way towards her. you took in her clothes, noticing something you didn’t see before. a tattoo, on her right forearm. a moth and fern? damn. it’s beautiful.

“i didn’t know you have a tattoo.” you say softly, making your presence known.

oh fuck. your words take ellie out of her thoughts, she turns to look at you. “you like it?”

“yeah, it’s beautiful.” you get closer to her and she nearly panicks, standing up.

“i was waiting for you.” it blurts out before she can stop herself. she wasn’t supposed to flirt with you, god. she should tell you the truth.

you blush at her bluntness. “have you, now?” you chuckle. “guess i couldn’t leave you hanging.”

“im glad you didn’t… so, did you like sick habit?” ellie asks, even if she already knows the answer.

“a lot. i had to listen to their discography on spotify after i finished the cd.”

“couldn’t get enough, huh?”

you almost shiver at the answer. why does he sound so good? “i guess not. in fact, i came here to buy another cd from them.”

“so you didn’t come to see me?” she teases, mentally facepalming herself right after. why the fuck can’t i stop flirting with her?

but then you chuckle shyly and she knows exactly why. she just can’t get enough of you, apparently.

“well, i… also want your number.” you shrug, trying to act nonchalant but your heart is beating like crazy. so hard you hope she can’t hear it.

talking about hearing things, you definitely didn’t miss the hoarse chuckle that escaped her lips. muffled by the face mask, but still there. your stomach might just fly on its own by now.

she pretends to ponder for a moment, just to tease you. she couldn’t really say no to you, could she?

“fair enough. do you know which cd you want to take today?”

“their second album.”

apparently, it was right next to your head, on the shelf behind you, as she gently sticks her tattoed arm next to your face, taking the cd and murmuring “great choice.”

you swallow hard as you stare at each other. it feels like everything around you just froze. her green eyes piercing through yours like she’s seeing inside your brain.

“there’s a girl in my college that reminds me of you.” you say, simply.

not imagining the turmoil it causes in ellie’s head. cursing internally and praying that you didn’t recognize her. but also…

she remembered me?

is what she thinks, before clearing her throat and answering “she must be pretty, then”

“cocky much?” you tease, but you are not denying it.

ellie laughs and your heart swells. “it’s $9,99” she hands you the cd.

you give her ten dollars. she writes something down and hands it to you. one cent.

and a card with her number written on it.

next

end notes: OKAAAYYYY so this was nerve-wracking 😅 this is my first work EVERR and english is not my first language so pls be nice 🤓 i hope you liked reading it tho, lmk if you did 💘

[widdlebabywilly]

Good Boy Clothing Company Part 2/? - Story

Jason woke up again with a groan, rolling over in his new twin sized race car bed with Spider-Man sheets and a thick, loud plastic sheet underneath. The diaper underneath his lamb onesie was soaked, like most were now when he woke up. Fuck, that was going to be another frowny face on the bedwetting chart, Jason thought to himself as he got up with a squish and waddled down to the breakfast table,

“What the fuck, man?!” Bryce, Jason’s 21 year old brother home from college exclaimed. Oh yeah, he’d only gotten in last night. He didn’t know about…everything,

“Now enough of that language Bryce,” Jason’s Dad admonished, “Jason’s just regressing a little cause he’s finally being a good little boy.” The clothes, Jason thought of again briefly before noticing he was uncontrollably soaking his diaper with more pee. It bulged out against his cotton onesie pants obscenely, like a balloon in a children’s glove.

“You could learn a thing a two about obedience, young man. That’s why I bought you some new clothes as well, after your last grade report I’m hoping we can turn things around with you.” Jason’s dad sternly ordered Bryce, much to his dismay.

After breakfast Jason took a bath while his dad dressed Bryce in a new outfit: hot wheels underoos, long jean shorts, and a red and white striped polo buttoned to the top and tucked in. To top off he had to wear a belt with Sesame Street characters covering it, truly heinous.

Jason almost wanted to laugh at his older brother’s humiliation, until his dad reminded him he was still the baby by taking his towel off him and dressing him in double ultra thick diapers, plastic pants, a pink onesie decorated with unicorns, and then white shortalls. Jason gulped as he realized any messes or spills would become ridiculously obvious in his new ensemble. And he was already christening his new diaper with fresh hot piss that immediately got wicked away by the soft comfortable padding.

“Come on, follow me boys.” Their dad ordered as the two boys, both men in many’s eyes but certainly not appearing to be those right now, shuffled after him all the way to the car.

Another new development awaited the brothers in the backseat, unsurprising to Jason after all his turmoil but horrifying to Bryce; two giant adult sized car seats, one red and blue. Jason’s dad picked up each boy and sat them in their respective new car seats, locking them into the five point harness that stretched across Jason’s diaper and rubbed Bryce’s penis into the lining of his underoos, reminding them both of their humiliation. They had never been so embarrassed, and they had no idea where they were headed but they were not eager to get there.

Jason’s dad had even purchased a CD from that good awful website, which he dropped in and immediately forced Jason to sing along.

These were all his favorite songs from when the boys were in pre-school, much to their humiliation; I’m a Little Teapot, Barney Is a Dinosaur, Tickle Time Is Fun, and Jason’s least favorite: Not Ready For Potty Training (Stinky Diaper Remix.)

Sometimes when Jason’s Dad drove him to school he furthered his humiliation by rolling the windows down while Jason was singing along. There was nothing like the seven am humiliation of being seen by your AP chem lab partner wearing an Elmo shirt and a diaper, sitting in a car seat, and singing along to I’ve Got the Bedwetter Blues.

Jason’s Dad didn’t roll the windows down today though. It was a short drive to the packed Sunnyview Mall.

Both boys groaned as they realized where they were as their Daddy got out of the drivers seat and came around to let each of his adult toddlers out of their car seats.

As they were walking in and people began pointing and giggling, Bryce started rubbing his tummy and walking funny.

You see, The Good Boy Clothing Company had spent a lot of time improving their clothes since they had taken two weeks to make Jason wet himself. Now they were a lot faster acting.

Bryce began to realize this as he slowly let out a loud fart. He NEVER farted in the public. His daddy didn’t acknowledge this as Bryce whined, his stomach rumbling and something moving downwards dangerously. Oh god, he thought to himself.

Jason, meanwhile, was just a large child. His diaper was soaked already, almost leaking, and he had drool sliding down his face. He was embarrassed, but he didn’t know how to stop. And he kindve enjoyed being like this.

Suddenly Bryce stopped walking, cried out in turmoil, bent over, and began shitting his pants. Jason gasped in empathic horror as his dad only sighed and shook his head,

“Damn baby, what’d you do that for?”

“I couldn’t stop it!” Bryce cried,

“Alright, let’s get you changed.” His dad said gruffly. Bryce began to protest, knowing what that meant, but his dad waved it off as he picked his son up and threw him over his shoulder; his bulging poopy pants in the air,

“WOOWEE STINKER!” His dad cried, causing more people to look over and laugh. Bryce wanted to die then and there, “YOU REALLY MADE A MESS LITTLE GUY!” He continued, before loudly and forcefully slapping Bryce’s ass; poop smashed everywhere across his butt and his stupid new toddler underwear.

Ten minutes later and as you can see above, Bryce was all double diapered up and dressed in a brand new outfit since his old one got a little poopy on it. He’s devastated, but Jason’s Dad can’t wait to see what The Good Boy Clothing Company comes out with next!

[loverangels]

head over heels

pairings: sirius black x fem!reader

synopsis: sirius loves visiting your record shop, for the vinyls and for you.

The tiny bell above the door jingled, and you didn’t even have to look up to know who it was. Sirius Black strolled into the record shop—again. You’d lost count of how many times he’d been here this month alone, but he always showed up with a grin that somehow managed to be both cocky and endearing.

Your mum had joked once that he must have the biggest vinyl collection in the city. But you knew better. Half the time, Sirius didn’t even seem to care which records he bought. He always spent more time leaning on the counter, chatting you up, than he did browsing the shelves.

“Afternoon, rock star,” he greeted, that signature lopsided grin firmly in place as he approached the counter.

You rolled your eyes at the nickname but couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at your lips. “Back so soon, Sirius? Didn’t I just see you yesterday?”

“What can I say? I have impeccable taste in music and an ever-growing collection to feed.” He winked, resting his forearms on the counter as he leaned a little closer. “And who better to guide me than the expert herself?”

“You’re ridiculous,” you muttered, grabbing the stack of new arrivals you’d been sorting through.

“Ridiculously charming, you mean,” he quipped.

You gave him a look, though your cheeks felt warm. “What are you after this time? Let me guess—something loud and obnoxious?”

Sirius clutched his chest dramatically, as if you’d wounded him. “You wound me, truly. I’m here for something... different.”

“Oh?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief. “What’s your favorite album in the shop right now? Pick something for me.”

You rolled your eyes again but humored him, scanning the shelves behind you. You grabbed a record you thought he might actually like—something classic but edgy—and handed it to him.

He held the sleeve reverently, his long fingers brushing against yours as he took it. “Perfect. I’ll take it.”

“You didn’t even look at it,” you teased, crossing your arms.

“Don’t need to. I trust your taste.”

That made your stomach flip, though you tried to ignore it. You busied yourself ringing up the record, but you could feel Sirius watching you.

When you glanced up, his gaze was softer, more thoughtful, like he was trying to memorize the curve of your smile or the way your hair fell over your shoulder. The moment he realized you’d caught him staring, his cheeks flushed pink, and he quickly looked away, pretending to be engrossed in a nearby display of CDs.

You bit back a smile. He was so confident most of the time that seeing him bashful was oddly endearing.

“Anything else?” you asked, trying to keep your tone light.

“Oh, definitely,” Sirius said, recovering quickly as he wandered over to the movie soundtrack section. He picked up a random CD and waved it at you. “What do you think? Too much John Williams in my collection?”

“You can never have too much John Williams,” you replied with a laugh. “But you’re not actually here for movie soundtracks, are you?”

“Caught me,” he admitted, his grin softening. “Maybe I just like the excuse to see you.”

His words hung in the air for a moment, and you felt your face heat up again. Sirius didn’t seem to mind your silence, though. If anything, he looked more confident, like he’d just scored a point in some game you hadn’t realized you were playing.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

Later that night, Sirius sat on the couch in his flat, staring at the ceiling while Remus flipped through a book and James played with a football in the corner.

“I’m an idiot,” Sirius declared.

“Yes, we know,” Remus said without looking up.

James laughed. “What is it this time? Forget to flirt with the cashier at the bakery?”

“It’s the girl at the record shop,” Sirius groaned, running a hand through his hair. “I swear, I was going to ask her out today. I even practiced. But then she caught me staring, and I panicked.”

Remus finally looked up, his expression equal parts exhausted and amused. “You’ve been talking about her for weeks, Pads. Just ask her out already. The worst she can say is no.”

James nodded, spinning the football in his hands. “Seriously, mate. If you don’t, I’ll do it for you.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Sirius said, narrowing his eyes.

James smirked. “Try me.”

That was all the motivation Sirius needed. The next day, he walked into the record shop with a purpose.

You were behind the counter, sorting through a shipment of CDs, when the bell jingled and Sirius strolled in. This time, he didn’t pause to browse or make a cheeky comment. He came straight up to you, leaning casually on the counter like always—but his usual grin was softer, a little nervous around the edges.

“Hey,” he said, scratching the back of his neck.

“Hey,” you replied, tilting your head. “No new records to buy today?”

“Not exactly,” he said, shifting his weight. “I, uh... actually wanted to ask you something.”

You set the CDs down, giving him your full attention. “What’s up?”

Sirius hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath. “Would you want to go out with me? Sometime. On a date, I mean. Dinner, or coffee, or whatever you like. Your choice.”

You blinked, caught off guard by how nervous he sounded. For all his usual bravado, he was fidgeting slightly, his confidence faltering as he waited for your answer.

A smile spread across your face as you nodded. “I’d like that.”

His expression lit up, the tension in his shoulders easing instantly. “Yeah? When are you free?”

“Tomorrow, after I close up,” you said.

“Perfect,” Sirius said, his grin returning full force. “I’ll pick you up. Seven okay?”

“Seven’s perfect,” you agreed, feeling your own cheeks heat up under his gaze.

“Great. It’s a date.”

As Sirius walked out of the shop, he couldn’t stop himself from punching the air in triumph.

[uruzuy3]

Translation of Servamp drama CD in the final manga volume

Law: Nii-san！Nii-san Kuro: ……Umm？ Law: Really, when did you start sleeping? Law: Lawless-chan has come to visit you Kuro: …Oh—Lawless, What's going on, am I dreaming? Law: Dreaming? Kuro: I recalled some things from the past Law: I see Kuro: …no, It's okay Law: Well, I understand. Nii-san, you feel lonely, right? Kuro: Ah? Law: It's been a long time since Mahiru left. Kuro: I'm not lonely, you know that too, this day will eventually come Kuro: And you, aren't you going? grave cleaning Law: Even if I go to the grave… Law: But Nii-san, aren't you going? The Shirota family's graves…is very close Kuro:I am hesitant Kuro: In Japan, there is a custom called 'Obon', where grave cleaning is usually done in summer Kuro: But this drama CD was released in winter, so the seasons don't match up…

Mahi: Hey! Don't jump into heavy topics. Kuro: Oh, Mahiru's back. Kuro: Welcome home. Law: Welcome home. Mahi: I'm back! I'm not dead yet! Mahi: I just went on a trip with Sakuya and Misono! Misono: Hahahah! Excuse me! I'm here to deliver the souvenirs I bought on my trip with Shirota. Law: It's so nice to travel. What's the souvenirs? Mahi: Here! Hot Spring Buns! Law: You guys went to the hot springs again? Law: Sevramp's drama cd really likes hot springs! Law & Kuro: chewing Kuro : It' red bean paste….you know red bean paste is my type, you are so great, Mahiru Mahi: What are you guys doing? Don't start like 'Actually, it's been a couple hundred years' while I'm not here. Mahi: And what was that you said about grave cleaning? Mahi: Licht-san's not dead yet, is he? Law: No, Licht said he wanted to visit his great-grandfather's grave since it's rare for him to come to Japan. Mahi: Don't say things that could be misunderstood！ Mahi: Then what are the Shirota family's graves? Kuro: It's the graves of Mahiru's ancestors. Kuro: After all, I'm already the shirota family's cat, so I thought I'd go to greet Mahi: You're such a polite cat.

Law: Hehehe. The buns are delicious. Can I have another one? Mahi: I could give it to you….but then Licht's share would be gone… Kuro: Speaking of which, isn't Angel-chan coming? Licht: Wherever there's a Mr. Cat, I'll go there immediately. Why? Because I'm an angel. Kuro: Wow, he showed up as soon as I said his name. Mahi: What is the connection between cats and angels? Law: (scream)!!!Wait!? Licht-tan, don't kick someone while he's eating buns! What are you going to do if I choke on it! Licht: Because I asked you to wait for me, but you left without permission. Law: But I don't like visiting graves. Mahi: Licht-san, please take this souvenirs! Licht: Thanks (for the food) Licht: There's … a dense feeling behind the moist veil Law: Let's leave angel-chan's angel food review aside for a moment, the hot springs are so nice! Law: I want to go there again. Next time, I'll call wa-kun and Nicco. Misono: Well, whether it's the hot spring or some other trip, I'd still like to go with you all too! Mahi: But even if we keep quiet, there should still be a lot of people coming next time. Mahi: Sakuya's cell phone is getting a lot of messages from Tsubaki. Mahi: Although he hung up right away, but Tsubaki kept complaining about being “so cunning, so cunning”, he'll definitely come along without permission next time! Kuro: It's gonna get loud if Melancholy comes too….I won't go then. Kuro: Speaking of which, Mahiru went to kisama-chan's house on his trip and met Lily and Hugh. Kuro: In the face of hugh's incessant love talk, Lily was also forced to participate. Misono: What? Something so interesting has happened. Misono: Lily's been acting like he doesn't know what to do with me since the decisive battle Law: This is because he is bearing the shame of his dark history. He's ashamed to be alive. I understand, I understand Licht: I see, he's just like you. Law: You are so annoying Law: Speaking of love talk … ah, not actually….someone came to me for consultation today. Kuro: Ask you about his love troubles? Licht: Ah? You are not popular with girls, are you? Law: Hey! What are you talking about?! I have a lot of popular elements! Have you read the previous chapter of servamp? Law: I specialise in flashy battles with rapier! And I can also use gun coolly! Law: Actually, I am good at driving and cooking. And, I am stylish and perfect Kuro: Are you saying these yourself? Law: And the past chapter also revealed that I was once a prince! Law: There are so many elements that make Lawless-chan popular! Licht: But you are not popular with girls Law: You are so annoying！！ Law: Shut up! You super violent handsome eccentric pianist angel popular with the general public!! Kuro: Angel-chan is very popular even if he doesn't speak, which's so cunning. Mahi: You are the same，right? Kuro: Ah? I am also popular when I speak.

Law: No! This is not about popularity or relationship troubles Law: The Main topic is that I'm a 便利屋 now!! Mahi: 便利屋? Law: From love troubles to monster extermination! No matter how big or small your troubles are, I will help save the world. This is Lawless-chan's new job. Mahi: So you are doing this kind of thing, it sounds interesting Kuro: Will you say "It looks like a vampire did this…" and then blackmail the customers? Law: I wouldn't do such a thing. Law: This is the troublesome consultation I received. Law: Lawless-chan, who saves the world, responds carefully and thoughtfully to even the smallest annoyances. Law: This commission is as follows Law: Dear highly esteemed 便利屋 Mr Hedgehog! Kuro: Mr Hedgehog…? Law: Oh, don't pay attention to such details. Law: I have some queries pertatining to a conflict between my brother and I. Due to some conflicts at home, he has now been actively avoiding me.(Here used a serious and rigid grammar which like ancient people. Ordinary people don't speak like this.)

Mahi: ござります？（same with です） Law: Although I want to talk to my brother… Law: What course of action would you suggest I undertake? Should I confront him, or give hime some space? Kuro: The last tone sounded like a samurai…… Mahi: Are the samurai worried about their brotherly relationship? Misono: I don't think this samurai is someone else. This is also a question I really want to ask. How would you answer? Let me refer to it. Kuro: There's no correct answer to this question. Just answer your thoughts. Law: Um… in my opinion, your brother may also be waiting for you to talk to him. I think you could be a little tougher…? Mahi: Hmm? What's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly slurring your words? Law: Ah… because, well, I was very tough with my brother before… and suddenly started fighting. What did you think about that? Nii-san Mahi: Ah! You mean when you first appeared? You really wanted to talk to Kuro, so you took strong action Law: Hey! Don't be so direct! I'm still worried. Licht: What? You've been wasting your time worrying about this? Licht: You still a hesitate rat Law: Please leave me alone!! I just want to hear my brother's opinion in order to graduate from the Hesitant rat Law: I am a man who can face my past! Kuro: …Well, at that time I thought…what does this guy want to do? Kuro: I think…In my case, I can’t communicate with others because I have my own shortcomings. Kuro: After all, before I faced you, I didn't face myself properly. Mahi: Kuro…. Kuro: But it is difficult for a person to face himself properly. It is good to have a younger brother or something else as an opportunity. Law: Is, is that true? Licht: Really, you always make people worried. Law: I have been stagnant for a long time, but time cannot be turned back, and the best time to act is before the idea becomes stale. Law: Of course, you may fail after taking action. But it's definitely better than not facing it. Misono: Well ,I see, I was a bit timid. Law: I'll message him back right away. For Hedgehog, timely response is also very helpful for selling

Law: Um… reply,reply….. Licht: The Lamb samurai wandering alone… this may become his memorial star Mahi: The Lamb samurai? Law: OK, send it. Misono: Hmm? There's mail. Misono: This is the reply to the life consultation I sent before Law: Wait a minute!! The samurai is you?!? Misono: What do you mean? Kuro: I do have that feeling… Mahi: Me too Misono: What!? The consulting link of this website was recommended to me by Lily. Is this consultant you?! Answer me quickly! Law: You are the same!! I wish you had noticed this when I read the samurai's mail! Misono: Although I did think that this was very similar to the mail I sent… Law: Your reaction is too slow! ! Misono: Do you think I would say "please" to you? Mahi: Well, I guess it's just a communicate error. Kuro: From now on, kisama-chan's nickname will become Samurai. Kuro: kisama samurai-chan Mahi: If Tsubaki were here, he would definitely say: How dare you ignore me, a purely Japanese-style character, and say that you are a samurai or something like that! Kuro: Maybe he is saying this in a scene right now, around here, Near the upper right corner Misono: So that's you. Misono: But I appreciate your gentlemanly answer. Misono: I gained a lot of courage because I didn't think mikuni would really resist Misono: I will continue to pester him and make him talk to me Law: That's will be great Misono: Then I'll climb into Mikuni's room through the window tonight and launch a surprise attack! Mahi: I think it's better for you to just walk through the door and enter his house. Kuro: You don't have such good physical fitness… Licht: How about an appearance with angel wings…slowly descending from the sky to the window? Licht: Under the moonlight, the two brothers had a mysterious reunion Mahi: Please don't let Misono perform wire action!! Misono: I also know the decisive lines and poses that made mikuni turn back! Misono: That's it! Why? Because I'm an angel!! Licht: The angle of the arm is like this!! Misono: Ah,AAAAH It's hurt!! Licht: Show your wings of tolerance!! Misono: My arm is going to break! !!!Wait!Ah!! Kuro: Well, now the matter is settled, let's have some dessert Law: That's great. What kind of dessert will Shirota Mahiru make for us?

Law: …Eh? Nii-san!??! Misono: Why would you, why would the Sloth cat be standing in the kitchen wearing an apron! Kuro: How about soft pancakes? Mahi: Are you going to make pancakes? I'm looking forward to it. Law: Mahiru doesn't look surprised at all, why? This scene looks weird, doesn’t it?! Law: Nii-san, wearing an apron with a cat design and a bandana, stood in the kitchen happily making dessert Mahi: What are you saying? Kuro's been cooking a lot lately. Kuro: I'm best at making gorgeous pasta. Law: Is that true? You don't even fit the name of the Sloth cat. Kuro: Though I think so too, this is also the era. Law: How did it come to this? Isn't Nii-san just a handsome guy if he's not lazy? Kuro: With my skills, it's not impossible to open a coffee shop in the future. Kuro: Handsome Voice Cat Angel's Fluffy Coffee Kuro: Welcome. If you want a seat, you can have my knee? Law: What kind of store is this! Kuro: I was wrong. On the contrary. It's me who's going to sit on your knee, meow. Kuro: Because I have to bake everyone's pancakes, so you'll have to wait. Licht: Is today's dessert a fairies' nap mat? Law: It's pancakes Licht: There's four of them. Licht: I feel like I can call my friend squirrel-san too. Law: He's saying you can make the pancakes bigger. Licht: I'll pour lots of whipped cream and honey on it, and add melon Kuro: Don't eat the fairies' nap mats, otherwise where will the fairies sit? Licht: I would order Chocolate Fountain and Clouds from Heaven For drinks Law: He said hot cocoa with marshmallows Kuro: Hey, angel-chan, don't turn this into a mysterious concept coffee shop Kuro: Okay, it's done. Misono: Oh, it's really baked soft. Kuro: This is growth through story. Misono: Growth? In this form?! I also want people to see my growth like this Kuro: Soft pancakes, and French brownies directly taught by Alicein family Mahi: Looks so delicious Misono: When did you become so good at cooking? Kuro: I am a genius cat who can easily succeed in anything I do Kuro: And, I'll do some magic. Kuro: Become delicious, neco-neco cute~~ Misono: What is that weird dance?

Licht: Hey! Hyde, let's do the usual one and pile the whipped cream into the shape of angel wings Law: Again? Licht-tan really likes this Law: I feel like I'm almost a professional wing painter Kuro: You have good skill. Kuro: In this way, we may all run a coffee shop together in the future. Mahi: Haha I'm really looking forward to it All: Let's eat Misono: So delicious!! Let the chef come here! Law: Does this have ricotta cheese? It's too soft! Licht: It's fairies' soft nap mat! Law: Licht-tan, the whipped cream is going to melt if you keep staring. Mahi: Thanks for making it for us, Kuro. So delicious!! Kuro: It's too easy for Chef Kuro.

Law: Um, Licht-tan, Kranz asked what you want for dinner. Licht: I'm in a good mood today, so let's eat melon Law: Why do you always eat melon? Licht: Because it's a special day, so we need a special melon. Law: why? Licht: Everything can't start over. But what you're going to do now is something you can change on your own. Licht: It seems that you understand this, and as an angel I am very satisfied. Law: You mean… the trouble consultation just now? Licht: Not just as an angel, as your friend, I think so too. Law: Although Licht usually has an expression that says I won't regret… Law: But Licht also regretted when he was a child because he lost a friend. Law: Because of me, he was able to reunite with that friend. Licht: I have regretted something before, but only by taking action can we broaden the path forward. Licht: Hyde, you found me because I didn't give up playing. Law: That's…. Licht: Because of you, I can play the best piece of music for my friend who has never heard the whole piano piece. Licht: If I hadn't met you, this regret would never disappear Licht: Thank you, Hyde! Licht: The same goes for you, if you regret something, keep taking action! Licht: What you did will not go away, and there is no way to punish the devil Licht: But because of this, you should save as many people as you can, whether I am here or not. Law: Licht-tan… Licht: I will help you while I am with you. Law: I was surprised Law: I could actually hear Licht thanking me directly.

Licht: why are you in a daze? Law: It's nothing. I just thought of the miserable look of Licht-tan who almost died in the final battle last year. Licht: I don't remember showing you this look. Licht: Why? Because I am… Law: Yes, yes, Archangel Licht: Really, if I don't kick you, you'll stop like this right away Law: No way! I already understand the angel philosophy! I understand it to the point of being annoying! Law: Ah, there is a new commission mail … Law: Wow, here comes an angel type case! Licht: An angel type? Law: A cursed villa where mysterious music can be heard at night Law: A room where sad cries can be heard… Law: Because it's so scary, I'm troubled! Licht: It's the Angel's turn! Law: This may be a combat mission that I haven't seen for a long time! Law: It is look like the monster extermination Law: The location is very close! Licht: Sad creatures must be purified by an angel like me Licht: When are we going, tomorrow? Law: Tomorrow? Licht-tan do you have time? Licht: I said I will help you while I am with you. Law: Hehehe, you are indeed an angel. I feel like you'll follow me to the end of hell haha Law: I got so much from Licht, but I couldn't calm down after only that one thank you. Law: And there were so many things I wanted but didn't get before we met. Law: I want to live in a way that Licht and others can thank me. Licht: Let's go, Hyde, have dinner first! Follow me! Law: Okay,okay! I will follow you wherever you go

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Day 6

December Baby - pazzi!moms

Sum: celebrating Rory’s first birthday with the UConn team

Warnings: fluff, talks of death,a little bit of sadness maybe?

Note: this was so cute to write 🥹 I hope you guys like it

Happy Holidays!! I hope everyone has safe travels

Pair: Pazzi x daughter!oc (Rory)

Wc: 2.5k

My masterlist Rorys masterlist

Rory’s now been in Paige and Azzi’s care for 1 month and a few days, it’s definitely been an adjustment but they’re getting the hang of it. Geno and CD made some adjustments with the team dorm rooms so Paige and Azzi could have their own with Rory, and it’s been amazing not having to worry about waking up Jana, Allie, Ice, or Morgan when Rory was having trouble sleeping or waking up with nightmares.

Although they are in a separate dorm they’re still in the same building as the team, so the team comes to visit basically every day or p & a goes to one of their dorms with Rory. They are all basically raising Rory and Paige and Azzi couldn’t be more grateful and blessed to have this many people willing to help them with this new adventure.

See Rory is their goddaughter, p & a share a mutual friend - Kayden. Her and her husband sadly passed away in a car accident in October, and with p&a being her godmother’s they were to get custody of Rory unless they said they couldn’t do it - which wasn’t an option. Yes Paige and Azzi are public athletes with huge followings and eyes on them but they were not gonna let Rory go into the system, but they also weren’t gonna let the internet get to her.

Yes the internet knows she’s their goddaughter and p&a have and still do occasionally post her same with all the UConn girls - the only rule is that they all cover Rory’s face. Paige and Azzi want to be able to control what the internet sees of Rory and currently they themselves aren’t comfortable posting her face on the internet so no one does - and if anyone does they always use an emoji to cover her face.

Today is Rory’s first birthday and it’s already a special day, but Paige and Azzi are also gaint sentimental people and are trying their absolute hardest to make it more special even if Rory won’t remember it - and it just so happens to also be the teams annual christmas party at Genos.

So the plan is to eat breakfast, open the gifts that p & a bought for Rory, then just spend time together for a few hours before they start getting ready to leave for Genos at 4:30. Paige and Azzi decided to let Rory sleep in a little as she had a rough night but it’s currently 10:45am and breakfast is fresh off the stove - which leads us to now.

“Good morning princess, happy birthday” Azzi says while rubbing Rory’s stomach trying to wake her up. Rory just grumbles in her sleep putting her fists to her eyes and rubbing and then starts trying to turn around “baby it’s time to wake up. I made your favorite breakfast and Paigey is in the living room with a few surprises for you.” Azzi says now rubbing Rory’s sides knowing Rory always has a tough time with waking up.

Rory grumbles again and slowly opens her eyes “There’s my beautiful princess, hi” Azzi says picking Rory up and holding her to her front. Rory just cuddles closer to Azzi wrapping an arm around her bicep and the other gripping her shirt. “You wanna go see Paigey? She has some surprises for you.” Azzi says already starting to walk to the door not awaiting Rory’s response because she can’t talk yet.

“Hi baby” Paige says standing up as Azzi walks into the living room and starts walking towards Azzi to meet her in the middle. Rory lifts her head up from resting underneath Azzis chin and un grips Azzis shirt, reaching that hand out to Paige.

Paige took the hint and picked Rory up from Azzi’s arms “good morning sweetheart, happy birthday” Paige says kissing Rory on the forehead and starting to rub her back. Rory just snuggles into Paige’s neck with her hand also gripping onto P’s shirt.

“Let’s get you some food hm?” Azzi says rubbing Rory’s back when she passes Paige to get to the kitchen - making Paige follow behind her and sit down at the dining table holding Rory on her lap.

“Here ya go” Azzi says placing two paper plates in front of Paige - one for her and one with food cut up into tiny pieces for Rory. “Thank you mama” Paige says leaning up and kissing Azzi “mhm you’re welcome” Azzi responds while going back to the kitchen to get her own plate, before sitting next to Paige at the table.————————————————————-After breakfast Paige and Azzi helped Rory open her gifts from them - which Rory was not impressed by that whole ordeal, she just wanted the toys immediately.

And once that was completed they all played with Rory’s new toys for a little bit before turning on a Disney movie, deciding to have a movie marathon before they have to get ready to go to Genos house.

When it reached 3pm that’s when they ended the movie marathon, deciding on Paige giving Rory a bath while Azzi picks up their mess and then also takes a shower and gets dressed into grinch pj pants and a black shirt - then switching off with Paige getting Rory dressed into a fuzzy bear onesie while Paige takes a shower then gets dressed in the same pjs as Azzi. —————————————————————They have now been at Genos for around 25 minutes. Geno immediately took Rory once P & A walked in and took her to the kitchen letting her try so many different desserts his wife had made. Paige and Azzi knew she was gonna get a sugar rush but decided to let Rory have fun - but they know they will definitely regret letting her eat so much sugar later.

After around another 20 minutes or so everyone has finally arrived. The team decided to do Secret Santa this year so they didn’t all have to buy 16+ gifts each - but apparently that rule didn’t apply to Rory because they all walked through that door with at least two presents each for Rory - not including geno, cd, and their spouses. Using the excuse “we’re celebrating Christmas and her birthday, we get to spoil her”

Dinner came first, Genos wife made a delicious lasagna with a salad and breadsticks. Geno & CD have been taking turns with Rory all night and completely ignoring all the other UConn girl’s asking to hold Ro.

Rory was currently sitting on Genos lap at the head of the dining table with him carefully feeding her “Are you sure you don’t want me to take her? Your foods gonna get cold” Azzi says towards Geno making him look up from feeding Rory a small piece of a breadstick. “I’m sure. Eat your food. I got Rory, she’s fine.” Geno says while Rory slaps his hand (more like taps his hand) telling him that she wants more food, making Azzi, Paige, and everyone laugh at Rory’s way of telling coach to shut up and feed her. ————————————————————-After dinner was presents. Paige, Aubrey, and Ayanna volunteered to pass out all the presents with Rory having two separate piles of gifts. 1 wrapped in Christmas wrapping paper and the other wrapped in birthday wrapping paper. Both piles were giant - actually giant doesn’t even describe it. Blame Geno and CD there the rich ones.

“Guys…” Azzi starts in a disappointed voice “This is to much, we can’t accept all this” Paige finished for Azzi, both looking at the giant piles of gifts in front of them all for their goddaughter.

“You can and you will, or you can run laps at practice for 4 months” Geno says looking at them and then shrugging. Paige and Azzi look at each other communicating with their eyes on what to do in this situation - deciding they’d rather not run laps for 4 months on top of their already grueling practices.

Everyone took turns on opening their gifts, lots of laughs and cry’s and eventually hugs once the secret santas came clean about who they got. Then it was Rory’s turn - automatically meaning Paige and Azzi’s turn because Rory does not know what’s happening right now.

Opening all of her gifts took at least 2 hours alone and P&A are extremely grateful for it to be over. Rory got a lot of clothes she can grow into along with shoes, toys, books, Jana made her two blankets, basically you name it and there’s at least one of that thing…thanks Geno,CD, and UConn Girls

Paige decided to load up what Rory wasn’t playing with in the car now so she didn’t have to do it tomorrow morning, after she came back in from the second trip she saw all the girls starting to pick up Rory’s gifts and start walking towards the front door “thank you” Paige says gratefully while they walk to her car

“I mean it is all of our faults she has this many gifts in the first place” Aubrey says walking past Paige. Paige laughs at that and grabs more gifts takings them to the car. ————————————————————-After some time of just talking, playing games, or playing with Rory’s toys, CD and Geno get up randomly and just walk into the kitchen without saying anything making everyone stare at the kitchen entry confused.

Geno eventually comes out carrying Rory’s high chair that he bought for Rory back in October when she was first put in P & A’s custody, and a table cloth. He spreads out the table cloth on the floor and then puts the high chair right in the center - all with every UConn girly staring at him like he’s crazy.

He then turns off all the light’s making the only lighting be the Christmas tree, candles, and the random Christmas lights hung around the house. “What is happening” kk whispers to Ice making her just shrug

CD then starts walking back into the room carrying a small cake with a number 1 candle, lit up and starts singing happy birthday with geno also starting to sing the song.

All of the UConn girls quickly jump in making Paige and Azzi look at each other knowing what’s about to happen and sigh. Paige grabs Rory from in front of her feet and sets her on her lap, quickly unzipping her bear onesie to leave her in her diaper. Paige then stands up placing Rory on her hip - making Azzi also stand up and they walk around the couch and to the high chair. Paige places Rory down in the seat and buckles her up and then steps backwards a little bit to Azzi.

All of the girls also made their way around the couch holding up their phones and recording - p&a doing the same. Once the song concludes CD places the cake on the tray in front of Rory - her immediately sticking her hand into the side of the cake and bringing it to her face. CD immediately grabs the burning candle out of the cake and blows it out so Rory doesn’t get hurt.

They all record Rory punching the cake with her fist and then bringing her fist to her face, making an absolute mess all over her, the high chair, and the table cloth.

After some time Rory seems to be not interested in the cake anymore so Paige lifts the messy baby out of the high chair and starts carrying her to the bathroom to wash Rory up.

While Paige is doing that the UConn girls decide to tag team the mess and all pick it up together while the adults go and pack up the leftover food and clean up the kitchen. ——————————————————————It’s now 12:30am, Geno and his wife went up to bed hours ago and CD and her husband are in one of the guest bedrooms but all the UConn girls are in the living room talking. Rory’s asleep on Azzi’s chest hugging onto her while Paige is sitting next them with her arm wrapped around the back of Azzi’s neck. “You guys are good at this” Jana says after a few moments of silence “for real bro, your guys lives changed completely one day and you guys have just been handling it like it’s just another road to cross” KK cuts in

“Right?! I thought you guys would’ve been panicking and not know what to do when she got here, but here you guys are” Ice say’s with Aubrey and Ayanna cutting in with their agreement to that statement

“Couldn’t have done it without you guys” Paige says looking at the girls while her head is tilted on Azzi’s “yes you could have, you guys have gone through so many things together, I didn’t have any doubt that you guys could be the best family for this grieving baby” Caroline said making all the girls say some sort of agreement

“I speak for all of us “freshies”, we haven’t personally known you guys as much as the others have, but your relationship is one of the most beautiful stories and strongest too. I full believe you could have done it without us, but we will never know because you’re always gonna have us. “ Kaitlyn says with Sarah, Allie & Morgan nodding along

“They’re all right, you guys are great at this whole parenting stuff - even when you had to do this during such a hard time for the three of you.” Ashlynn adds in “what did we do to deserve you guys omg” Azzi says freeing one of her hands from Rory’s back and lifting it to her face and wiping some tears

“You guys deserve the world and more” Ayanna says with the girls agreeing with her.———————————————————Everyone’s asleep now minus Paige and Azzi. They’re laying on the bed in their guest room on their sides facing each other with Rory asleep in between them “I can’t believe she’s one.” Azzi starts saying “I can’t believe she’s one and Kayden and Max aren’t here to see where she goes in life” Azzi says drawing slow shapes on Rory’s stomach

“I get it. I’ve been struggling with the fact that they weren’t gonna be able to celebrate her first birthday since they passed. Actually it’s really more of ‘all the milestones they’re gonna miss’ that I’ve been struggling with.” Paige starts “They’re never going the hear her talk, see her walk for the first time, celebrate her birthdays with her, watch her do something she loves, watch her graduate, watch her fall in love and get married, watch her be a mother. They won’t get to know anything about their daughter or what she looks like, and that fact is absolutely devastating to me.”

Azzi doesn’t know how to respond to that so they both just sit in silence watching Rory sleep peacefully “We need to tell her about her parents as soon as she understands the words we’re saying” Azzi says still watching Rory and drawing shapes on her stomach “as soon as we can” Paige promises leaning over and kissing Azzi

[ranhaitanisgf]

1:23 p.m - rindou haitani [gn]

masterlist

"rindou! let's go out!" you exclaimed, bursting into his room wholly unannounced. "come with me to get some cd's!"

rindou's eyes flicked up to look at you, your surprise entrance not seeming to phase him at all. he didn't seem to be doing all that much, a book with its pages open tossed next to him as he took a sip from his can of beer, setting it down on the nightstand as he scrutinized you.

"you suddenly want to get more cd's? why do you need more?" you scoffed at his question, walking over to sit on the edge of his bed.

"that's like me asking you why you need more beer when that's already your third can today, but you don't hear me asking that. who doesn't need more cd's?"

"my motorbike can't play cd's though."

"well good thing i have a car and not a motorbike then, don't you think?" seeing his unamused expression, you flopped onto your back, looking at him upside down. "c'monnn, rindou! you're supposed to want to go out with me, y'know?"

"i'm busy relaxing."

"but you've been busy relaxing all weekend! don't you want to get some fresh air?"

"not really."

"hmph." you frowned, sitting up from your spot on his bed and getting up. "fine then, you can stay here and be all alone and drink your beer all alone and be emo. i'll be going to the cd store by myself."

rindou seemed hesitant as you began to exit his room, but he didn't end up saying anything, which admittedly made you a bit sad. were you seriously bothering him so much that he needed a break from you for so long?

it isn't until you're heading out of the apartment that you hear footsteps behind, too caught up in your thoughts to realize that a certain someone had gotten ready and was now quietly following you to the cd store.

your heart leaped as you almost started to beam, but you instead frowned and kept walking, feigning anger at him. you deserved to get him back for being so reluctant to go out with after all!

"...i thought you were too busy relaxing." rindou began to match your pace, now walking side by side with you as he hesitantly slipped his hand into yours.

"i wasn't busy." he murmured, eyes looking forward and avoiding your gaze.

"hm, that's crazy, since i seem to remember you saying exactly that." he didn't respond for a few moments, instead using his other hand to rummage around in his coat pocket. after a moment, he pulled out a gift-wrapped square, his ears turning a bit pink as he handed it to you.

"...i already bought your valentine's day gift, so i didn't want you to buy it for yourself, stupid."

you stopped walking as you gaped at him, looking at his flushed expression, down to the gift in his hand, then back to him.

"woah...seriously?"

"no, i'm lying." he deadpanned, rolling his eyes, (he was somehow able to keep his sarcasm despite his face being flushed). "just open it." he urged, taking his hand out of yours and wrapping your hand around the gift.

you began to open it, feeling a bit sad that you were ripping the gift wrapping that he worked on, (even though it wasn't perfect, you could tell how much effort he put into it). when you saw the cover of the cd that was uncovered, you couldn't hold back the giant smile that stretched across your face.

"rindou!! how did you even get this?! it's super limited edition!!!"

he just shrugged, though it was obvious from the smug smirk on his face that he was feeling very pleased with himself. however, it was quickly wiped off and replaced with surprise when you suddenly kissed him, the look of surprise still on his face when you pulled away.

"thank you! i do still want to go to the cd store though, so-"

"yeah, let's just go." he interrupted, taking your hand again and leading you to the elevator to go to the bottom floor of your apartment building. you could only laugh a bit to yourself at his red ears and flushed cheeks, deciding to not tease him about it for now.

...or maybe just a little bit is alright.

as you two stepped into the elevator, you slipped the gift into an inside pocket of your jacket, freeing up your hand to suddenly pinch rindou's cheek.

"what-"

"you look so cute when you're blushing like that."

"what-"

"mm, so cute..."

made this w/ the cd as an early valentines day gift in mind :3 sry for not posting ahhh im trying to get into a good balance of school work and tumblr, ty for being patient w/ me ! <3

[ur-sick-and-married]

SO THIS IS CHRISTMAS (Christmas special)

(17yo Ellie Williams x reader)

TW: weapons

SUMMARY: while out on patrol, you and your girlfriend discover something.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: how is everyone liking the Christmas special? I appreciate feedback!

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“Patrol on Christmas Eve? Really?!” Ellie groaned.

Maria had just told you and your girlfriend that you had to go patrolling today, and neither of you were happy.

“What if I have cooking to do?” You said, frustrated.

Maria raised an eyebrow. “You have cooking to do, huh?”

“A little bit.” You mumbled. You definitely didn’t have any food to make. All you had to do was put some frosting on a few cookies.

“C’mon, you two, don’t be difficult.” Maria said. “We’re only sending you out because the rest of us are busy. We have that party tomorrow night, and there’s a lot to do.”

“Fine.” You both huffed.

So you got your gear, weapons, horses, etc, and set out after breakfast. You decided to go on a new route. Might as well have some fun if you had to be out.

“I think the coast is clear.” Ellie called from up ahead. “No infected to worry about.”

You both relaxed a bit. The route took you by things you’d never seen until then. Most of it was boring; different fields, different lakes.

But then you came across an abandoned neighborhood.

“I don’t think anyone’s been here.” Ellie said, tying up her horse, Shimmer. “There’s probably supplies!”

“You think someone’s in there?” You asked, hesitant.

“Guess we’ll find out!” She said, then headed into one of the houses.

“Ellie!” You hissed.

You had no choice but to follow her. You tied your horse next to hers, and went inside, your hand on your gun.

Ellie was looking through the old kitchen, opening drawers and digging around in them. It was just you two, no possible threats.

“We got lucky.” She grinned. “All these supplies…it’s a Christmas miracle.”

You laughed. “Don’t take too much.”

“Come on, let’s check out the other houses,” She said, so excited. “Stay alert.”

Together, you went through all the houses, scoring ammo and medical supplies. When you got to the last house, something caught your eye.

“Ellie, look…” You told her.

You were in an office, which was slowly rotting. There were damaged cardboard boxes in the closet, full of CDs. You two pulled some out, curious.

“Woah.” Ellie muttered.

“There are so many.” You commented.

As ordinary as CDs once were, the collection was impressive to two kids in an apocalypse. All of this unheard music, proof that the world had once been normal.

“I think Joel has a CD player.” Ellie said quietly.

“Really?” You asked. The idea of being able to listen to the CDs…it was incredible.

“Yeah…” She nodded. “Should we…take one?”

Despite your shared want to hear, you didn’t want to disrupt what the collection once was. Who had owned it? Who had bought it all, organized it, cared for it, cherished it?

Ellie pulled out another box. “Hey…this one says ‘Xmas’ on it.”

You carefully opened it, revealing more CDs. They were all holiday albums, or collections of Christmas songs.

You two looked at each other. What were the chances that you found this the day before Christmas? Silently, you agreed you would take one, maybe two.

Without thinking about it, you slipped a CD out, and the both of you put the boxes back. You were excited. You’d discovered something new.

When you got back to Jackson, the first thing you did was go to Joel Miller’s house.

“Joel! You in here?” Ellie called out. She didn’t bother knocking anymore.

“In here!” He said from the kitchen.

She took your hand and pulled you into the room.

“Joel, you’ll never believe what we found!” She exclaimed.

“Let me guess-“ He said, but Ellie held the CD up before he could.

“It’s Christmas music!” She grinned.

“Well, look at that.” Joel muttered.

He was as surprised as you two had been, even though he’d lived in the normal world. He took the CD from Ellie, and flipped it over in his hands a few times. This was definitely a blast from the past for him.

“I have a CD player,” He said. “In the living room. Come on.”

You followed him into his living room, where he popped open the CD case, and slid the item into the player. After a moment, music filled the room, making everyone go quiet. The music was slow, mostly piano, and some guy’s voice.

“Wow.” Joel said. “Haven’t heard this in a while...”

Joel listened for a bit, then eventually went up to bed. You and Ellie sat on his couch, listening to the new music. It was incredible. It felt so…ordinary. This was what people had done for years before the outbreak? A sliver of how all those people must have felt was good for you two.

Ellie moved closer to you, and let you rest your head on her shoulder.

“This was a good discovery.” You whispered.

“Yeah,” She agreed. “Very good.”

Before you knew it, you were drifting off, falling asleep on her arm. Ellie smiled, seeing your eyes flutter, and pulled a blanket over you. You both fell asleep to the sound of the Christmas music winding down.

[wilwheaton]

I have a small part in the 1987 television movie (failed pilot) version of The Man Who Fell To Earth. Lewis Smith played the titular character. Beverly D'Angelo played my mom, his love interest. (Fun Star Trek connection: Bob Picardo is also in it).

My character was a Troubled Youth, which I gotta tell you was not a stretch for me at all. I was deeply, deeply hurting at the time we made it. I was struggling not to suffocate on all the emotional and financial burdens my mom put on my shoulders, and fully aware of just how much my dad hated and resented me. You need a kid who doesn't want to be an actor, whose eyes can't hide the pain? I'm your guy.

Anyway, one of the scenes I was in took place in a record store, where Troubled Youth steals some albums, before he is chased by the cops and saved by the Man Who Fell To Earth, who uses a glowing crystal to save his life from ... some scratches on his face.

We filmed the interior of the record store at Sunset and La Brea, in what I think was a Warehouse, and at the end of the day, I was allowed to buy some records at a modest discount.

I was deep into my metal years, on my way from my punk years to my New Wave years, so I only bought metal albums. I know I bought more than I needed or could carry (I was making a point that I was allowed to spend my own money, mom), but the only ones I can clearly remember are:

Iron Maiden - Piece of Mind

Judas Priest - Turbo and Defenders of the Faith

W.A.S.P - The Last Command

(I know this was in March of 1987, because Turbo had just come out.)

Of those, Piece of Mind is the only one I never really stopped listening to, even through all the different it's-not-a-phase phases. I still listen to it, today.

Ever since I became an Adult with a Fancy Adult Record Player And All That Bullshit, I have kept my records in two places: stuff I want right now, and stuff I keep in the library because of Reasons.

Generally, records move in one direction toward the library, even if it takes years to happen. I just don't accumulate albums like I once did, because I'm Old and set in my ways.

Earlier today, I decided that I wanted to listen to an album while I cleaned up the kitchen, and because I wanted to make my life more interesting, I opened the library cabinet for the first time in at least five years.

There was the very same W.A.S.P album from that day in March, 1987. I don't have any of the others -- I looked -- but The Last Command was right there.

Before I really knew what I was doing, I put it on the Fancy Adult Record Player and dropped the needle.

I watched four decades of dust build up with a satisfying crackle, and there was something magical and beautiful about hearing all the skips and the scratches, realizing I remembered them from before.

The title track was just as great as I remembered it. It struck all the same chords in me that it did in the late nineteen hundreds. The rest of the first side was ... um. It just didn't connect with me, and for the few moments I spent trying to find a connection, I don't think it ever really did. I would remember.

But I did remember how much I loved making those mix tapes, and what a big part of them that song was. I did remember how empowering it felt to not just spend my own money that I earned doing work I didn't want to do, but to spend it on music my parents hated, right under their noses. I did remember how impressed Robby Lee was, when I showed him my extensive heavy metal album collection.

Remembering all of that, in one of those cinematic flashes of rapid cut visuals and sped up sounds, told me why I kept this record, while I gradually sold or replaced the other records I bought that day with CDs, then mp3s, then lossless digital files, before finally coming all the way back to records, where I started.

I didn't listen to the second side. I didn't need to. I took it off the Fancy Adult Record Player, and put it back into the library, next to the George Carlin records.

[simandy]

hi my brazilian friend!! sorry for the weird question, but recently i discovered that there's a site that shows you the better price of switch games in different regions of the world, and my beforehand knowledge of gaming in brazil is that is pretty much considering a luxury to do so!! but i wanted to buy a game that sadly i can't 🏴‍☠️ and wanted to know if the gaming problem still exists there and if $25.40 brl is a lot or maybe what can a normal person buy with that amount to have a better picture if it's worth it to buy it??

Ok so

US$ 1 = R$ 5,79 right now and today, so

R$ 25 right now is US$ 4,32. And US$25 right now is R$ 144,67 (because i didn't get what you mean lol)

I bought my The Sims 3 for R$100 back in the days. Any pack for The Sims 4 in Brazil right now is R$159, which is insane to me and makes me laugh out loud, because the lower price for Red Dead Redemption 2 at the moment, is R$107,91. At the PS Store, Cyberpunk 77 is R$124,75.

The only popular game I know that would cost R$25,40 is Stardew Valley, and this is considered a cheap game because of how rich the gameplay is. I bought it and I remember thinking that "wow this should cost WAY more". You could get yourself a good meal here for R$25,40. Now, with US$25,40, you could buy.....

Many interesting and useful stuff, actually! And "frete grátis" means "free shipping!"

I don't think gaming is exactly a luxury. There are many people who can't buy video games (or pcs or consoles, mostly). But I do think the average brazilian can pay for this stuff if they want it enough to save money. The thing is: sometimes it's just not worth it. And the average brazilian is used to pirating everything. The first thing someone asked me when i got my switch was if it was the unlocked version (the hacked version with all the games for free) and then it wasn't, so it was a SHAME that it wasn't. Like if i only lost money by buying the original immaculate version of it lol

But again, many companies fear the brazilians because we will simply find a way to disobey them out of sheer spite. Netflix was literally forbidden to lock one account to a single house only in Brazil because we refused to obey it. We couldn't fight more and it was implemented, so piracy SKYROCKETED. You can easily find any movie you want to torrent here. It's sometimes actually easier than to turn netflix on. It's not different for games. If you got a console or a pc that can run CDs, we have people selling physical pirated copies of your favorite videogame everywhere on the streets for 15 reais. And no they aren't hiding them under their trenchcoats.

There are some movies and series mixed in there too. Also, you can get ports for your games. I used to play a mario game when i was younger on the ps2 👍🏼

[otomehonyaku]

DIABOLIK LOVERS Eternal Blood Animate Tokuten CD ☽ Vol. 1 & 2 ・A Certain Day at the Mukami Household

Original title: ある日の無神家 Voiced by Sakurai Takahiro (Ruki), Suzuki Tatsuhisa (Yuma) English translation by @otomehonyaku Click here for the audio (as always, BIG thank you to @karleksmumskladdkaka!)

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This CD was very generous with the fan service, to say the least... I can safely say it's one of my new absolute favourites! The cooing, the teasing, the brotherly banter, Ruki's tired dad energy near the end, and both Ruki and Yuma fawning over you? _:(´ཀ`」 ∠): I hope you have as much fun listening and reading along as I had translating it!

Please do not reuse or post my translations elsewhere or translate my work into other languages without my permission.

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00:00 [The scene starts with Ruki quietly reading in his room.]

Ruki: What a lovely day it is today. A pleasant breeze is coming in from the window, and time is passing ever so slowly... There couldn’t be a more perfect time to read.

[Ruki turns a page.]

Ruki: I see. There’s much more to this book than I thought. I only bought it on a whim to pass the time, but… it’s actually not bad at all.

[Ruki turns another page and continues reading. The sound of rushed footsteps comes from the hallway.]

Ruki: Oh. Those footsteps… Is that Yuma?

[Ruki snaps his book shut with a sigh.]

Ruki: If he’s heading this way, he probably wants something from me. I’d hoped to spend a quiet day alone, but it seems like I’ll have to let that go…

[Yuma bursts into the room.]

Yuma: Hey! This’s bad, Ruki!

Ruki: Do not run in the hallway. Knock. Wait before I answer until I open the door. How many times do I have to tell you all of this?

Yuma: There’s somethin’ much more important that I need you to take a look at. You got time, right?

Ruki: What happened? You came all this way to disturb my reading, so at least tell me why.

Yuma: You’ll know the reason when you just come to the garden ‘n look at it.

Ruki: At what? 

[The scene shifts to the Mukami mansion's vegetable garden.]

Ruki: Ah… What on Earth is this? Hey, you. You were here together with Yuma, right? Explain the situation.

[You try to explain, but you’re so worked up that you keep stumbling over your words.]

Ruki: I shouldn’t have asked you. I can’t have a conversation with you when you can't even string together a sentence.

Yuma: Well… you know how most of the veggies in the garden are pretty much ripe for the pickin’ right now? She was pickin’ them for me, and then she suddenly called out that she saw somethin’ underneath the dirt. So, I got curious and dug it up, and it was… this.

[Yuma pats the box next to him.]

Ruki: This box? It looks like a coffin. You could lock up a full-sized human in there.

02:04 Yuma: Haha. You ain’t wrong. Like you said, it might be a coffin. Might be a vampire inside that was buried while he was sleepin’ or somethin'.

[You definitely don’t like the idea of that.]

Yuma: What, you scared something’s gonna jump out at you? You’d better fight like hell. Heh.

[You ask him what he would do if something were to jump out at you.]

Yuma: Huh? I’m just gonna stand by ‘n watch, of course. I ain’t comin’ to your rescue for free.

[Yuma comes closer.]

Yuma: If you want me to save ya, you got somethin’ to give me in return, right? That sweet stuff that’s flowin’ in your veins… Make me an offer and I might give it some thought.

Ruki: Yuma. That’s enough.

Yuma: Yeah, yeah, got it.

[Ruki steps closer to the box.]

Ruki: Hmm… The lid of the box seems to have a lock on it, but it’s in really bad condition. It looks like it would open easily.

Yuma: So? Let’s take a look inside.

Ruki: Hold on, Yuma. Don’t do anything reckless. Haven’t you read any literature on these kinds of things?

Yuma: Literature?

Ruki: These kinds of boxes are often traps. I’ve read about them in books. For example, there was one case in which a box washed up on a seashore. A man opened the box and smoke poured out, which gathered into the shape of an old man. It’s likely some kind of curse.

Yuma: Those kinds of curses exist?

Ruki: And then there are also these boxes of various sizes, collectively called tsuzura. You’re pressured to choose a single box, and if you choose the biggest one, there’s a trap inside: a monster jumps out of it. There are innumerable examples.

04:01 Yuma: Really? That’s some scary shit.

[You tell them those are probably made-up stories.]

Ruki: Oh? Do you really think they’re mere myths, Livestock? I’ll let you open the box, then.

[You immediately backpedal and try to run away, but Ruki catches you.]

Ruki: Oh, no. Don’t think you can run away now.

[You tell him you don’t want to do it.]

Ruki: You’re the one who said they’re myths. This is an order from your master. Hurry up and open it. If a monster really were to jump out, you’d have nowhere to run. It could easily tear you to pieces. I wonder what happens when it sinks its teeth into this pale skin of yours…

[Ruki’s hands palm your bare skin. You get flustered and try to move away.]

Ruki: What’s wrong? Did you already imagine it just by me touching you? Ah… So you actually prefer pain over pleasure.

[Ruki pulls you closer.]

Ruki: Don’t lie to me. You’re eagerly awaiting it, aren’t you? Your body seems to be trembling in delight, actually. Show me that expression of yours properly.

[Ruki grabs your chin and forces you to look at him.]

Ruki: Oh. I see the colour has completely drained from your face. Fear is not such a bad look on you. Well, then—do as your master tells you and open that lid.

[You tell him you’re scared and repeat that you really don’t want to.]

Ruki: That’s precisely why I’m making you do it, of course.

[You’re on the verge of tears.]

Ruki: Heh. You look miserable when you’re about to burst into tears. It’s quite enjoyable. However, you seem to be misunderstanding something. I’m not doing this to punish you. It’s your reward for helping Yuma. 

[Ruki pulls you even closer while you struggle.]

06:03 Ruki: To have your will completely ignored, your body pinned down until you have no choice but to obey… you actually get off on such wretched situations, don’t you? I’ll make you humiliate yourself. Now, how about you wag your little tail in delight and do as I say?

[You violently shake your head.]

Ruki: Good grief… You really don’t know when to give up, do you? You still have no intention of obeying?

Yuma: You’ve really gotten more stubborn since you started livin’ with us. Or, well, you were prolly already stubborn from the get-go.

Ruki: Livestock who don’t follow orders don’t do themselves any favours in terms of charm. Ah. Let’s do this on different terms, then. If you open the lid, I’ll make you your favourite for dinner.

[That piques your interest. You immediately say you’ll do it.]

Yuma: That makes you agree straight away?!

Ruki: Ah… I’ve clearly been using the wrong methods to discipline you. It’s like I’ve got one more Kou or Yuma in my household…

Yuma: What do Kou ‘n I gotta do with that? Well, fine by me, though. Besides, this lid’s pretty heavy. You sure you can lift it with those tiny arms?

[You try to lift the lid but fail miserably.]

Yuma: It ain’t movin’ at all. Are you even tryin’? Put some more effort into it or Ruki’s just gonna yell at you.

[The lid still doesn’t budge despite your best efforts.]

Yuma: I thought you said you’d do it yourself. How pathetic.

[You give up.]

Yuma: You’re so hopeless it ain’t even funny. Hey, Ruki. It’ll take all day if we leave this to her.

Ruki: It certainly seems that way. It can’t be helped, I suppose. Lend her a hand.

Yuma: Gotcha. Let’s see… I’ll give you a hand, so at least put some effort into it, alright? If you can’t open that lid, I’ll sink my fangs into you so deep you’re gonna beg for mercy. Makes it a bit more thrilling, right? Really, though. You keep yapping about the lid being heavy, but how heavy’s it really?

[Yuma gives a little push and the lid gives right away.]

08:24 Yuma: Huh? The fuck? It ain’t even that heavy. You really are useless. You shoulda been able to lift it lickety-split, Sow. I’ve given you a head start, so you do the rest. I’ll let go, so don’t drop the lid, alright?

[Yuma lets go and you immediately almost drop the lid.]

Yuma: C’mon, hold it up a little higher, Sow! Are you really puttin’ all your strength into it? You look like an idiot. Makes me wanna laugh. If you don’t put in the effort like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do, we’ll start from scratch again. Jeez… I’ll teach you how it’s done.

[Yuma puts a hand on your lower back, which startles you.]

Yuma: Here, right here. Focus your strength in your lower back when you brace yourself. What, you ticklish? 

[You shake your head.]

Yuma: Ah, I see, I see. So you’re just weak? Besides, you can’t really fight back when you got your hands full. Even if I were to do this…

[Yuma puts his hands on you again.]

Yuma: Hehe. That’s a great reaction. Doesn’t matter how tough a position you’re in, you still love it, dontcha? You’re workin’ so hard so hold up that lid, but I wonder what’ll happen if I do it again…

[You unconsciously brace yourself.]

Yuma: You’re shiverin’ like a little rabbit. Ah, come to think of it, there’s a lil’ somethin’ on your clothes…

[Yuma puts his hands on your waist and squeezes. You almost drop the lid.]

Yuma: Haha! Don’t let go so easily. Are your sides really that weak? Besides, I think you know already, but if you let go, you lose. Hm… You don’t wanna get punished, do ya? Better fix that attitude ‘n please your owner. Brace yourself ‘n take it. C’mon, c’mon!

[Yuma tickles and gropes you until you finally break and drop the lid.]

10:24 Yuma: Ah, for shame. Now the lid’s closed again. Time’s come for this useless little piggy’s punishment.

[Yuma grabs you from behind and pulls you against him. Your arms are trapped behind you.]

Yuma: Well, you can’t run away when I’ve got you from behind like this. Your chest’s completely unprotected. Should we punish you right here, right now? C’mon, Ruki. Join in on the fun.

Ruki: Good grief. What are you playing around for? However… You didn’t follow your master’s orders. This indeed calls for punishment.

[Ruki walks over to you. You turn your head to the side in embarrassment.]

Ruki: Are you trying to seduce me, exposing your neck to me like that? You really lack discipline.

[Ruki trails his fingers along your neck, causing you to shiver.]

Ruki: Heh. You’re already losing control of your body just from a little touch of my fingers. Did you fail on purpose because you actually want to be punished? Normally, I would’ve sunk my fangs into you right away, but I think I’ll keep you in suspense today.

[Ruki trails his fingers along your skin again—your cheek and your ear this time.]

Ruki: Your cheek, your ear… Where would you like me to bite you?

[You tremble.]

Ruki: What’s wrong? You’re already trembling from my fingers tracing your skin… Does it excite you that much?

[You deny it.]

Yuma: You can deny it all you want, but you don’t sound very convincing. You’re just covered in weak spots, right? I bet you’ll cry out nicely when I touch your back. Let’s see…

[Yuma caresses your back and your voice slips.]

12:00 Yuma: Haha. What was that shameless sound just now? That’s all it takes to turn you on? What a lewd lil' thing you are.

[You struggle.]

Yuma: For fuck's sake... What’re you actin’ all innocent for when you’re clearly beggin’ to be touched?

Ruki: Are you writhing like that because you want it so badly it hurts, then? You’re out of luck, though—I’ll drag it out. You won’t learn discipline if you always get what you want right away, after all. I'll caress you slowly, deliberately, until you’re absolutely flushed with heat...

[You quietly protest, but like Yuma said, you don’t sound convincing at all.]

Yuma: Nah, you’re actually way into this, ain’t you? If you want our fangs, beg for it.

Ruki: Where would you like me to bite you? Tell me. I can't promise that I’ll honour your wishes, though.

[You struggle against them with all your might, kicking and screaming.]

Yuma: Hey, calm down—

[You accidentally kick the coffin in your efforts to get away.]

Yuma & Ruki: Huh?

Yuma: Oh, dammit. Now part of the lid’s broken because you were kickin’ so hard.

Ruki: The coffin itself has deteriorated quite a bit, too. That said, your kicking did most of the damage. Yuma. Let her go. Her punishment is on hold for now. We can’t have her destroy that coffin before we confirm what’s inside.

Yuma: Well, whatever.

[Yuma lets you go and your knees immediately give out.]

Yuma: Haha. What’re you sittin’ down for? Didya really feel that good? Well, we’ll take our sweet time with you when we continue later. I mean, you wanna see what’s inside the coffin too, right?

[You get up again.]

Ruki: Yuma, can you open it up?

Yuma: Yeah, hold on—

[Yuma opens the lid of the coffin all the way.]

Yuma & Ruki: Oh? 

Yuma: The hell’s this?

Ruki: They look like kimono (1) and combs from a long time ago… 

Yuma: There’s a whole bunch of stuff that I don’t really recognise, too…

Ruki: I see. It seems we’ve unearthed a time capsule.

14:08 Yuma: A time… capsule? What’s that?

Ruki: People put various things from their time in a box and bury it. Usually, they’re unearthed after a long time, when someone wants to reminisce.

Yuma: Why’s it buried here in the garden?

Ruki: I don’t know what happened on this land before the Mukami mansion was built. However, whoever buried this box clearly put a lot of thought into it.

Yuma: Huh. So what’re we gonna do with it?

[You suggest burying it again to preserve its contents.]

Ruki: Easy for you to say, considering you were kicking it earlier. However, I have no objections to that idea. Let’s put it back in the ground.

Yuma: Even though we went through all that trouble to dig it up?

Ruki: We have no need for it. 

Yuma: Well, that’s true. Let’s bury it somewhere where it won’t interfere with my garden. I don’t really get it, though. What’s fun about preservin’ the past?

Ruki: I wonder. It’s a human endeavour first and foremost, though. It has little to do with us.

[You shift on your feet.]

Yuma: Huh? What’s up?

[You tell him you understand.]

Yuma: Understand what?

[You explain.]

Yuma: The feelin’ of wantin’ to cherish your memories?

Ruki: Heh. Memories are worthless. It’s truly something for shallow humans to want to convey memories from their own time period to later generations. Do not think there’s any worth in doing that.

[You disagree. You’ve made nice memories with the Mukami family, after all.]

Ruki: What?

Yuma: Haha. Well said. So, even though you haven’t had it easy since you started livin’ with us, you still made some good memories?

[You nod.]

Yuma: Heh. Isn’t that ‘cause we’ve trained (2) you to think that? Well, I do kinda get what you’re sayin’. Everyone’s got at least some precious memories, after all. Right, Ruki? 

16:08 Ruki: Heh. Still, I don’t understand the need to bury them where they’ll never see the light of day.

Yuma: Yeah, I’m with you on that.

[You try to convince them, but…]

Yuma: Nah, it’s alright. Besides, you gotta help me bury this thing again. And after that, we’ve still got harvestin’ to do!

[You’re surprised.]

Ruki: Heh. You unearthed it, so it’s only logical that you have to help burying it again. You’d better work up a sweat while you’re at it.

Yuma: Hey, Ruki. You’re already here anyway, so lend us a hand too, will ya? With the harvestin’ and all.

Ruki: What? You’re seriously asking me that?

Yuma: You’re makin’ her her favourite for dinner, right? We won’t make it in time for dinner if you don’t harvest the necessary veggies yourself.

Ruki: Tch. That’s not something I should need to dirty my hands for. Hey. Harvest whatever you’d like to eat yourself.

Yuma: C’mon, Ruki. Put in the work for once. You’ll be covered in mould eventually if you keep readin’ so much.

Ruki: You might want to consider that we’re vampires. Do you seriously think there are other vampires who think it’s healthy to work outside on days when the sun’s this bright?

Yuma: I like it, so that’s all that matters! You think so too, right?

Ruki: For fuck’s sake... I won’t do it. I refuse!

Yuma: It’s alright, it’s alright! Hurry ‘n c’mere!

Ruki: You two do it!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Besides the obvious traditional Japanese clothing, the word kimono literally means ‘things to wear’ and can also be understood as ‘clothes’ more generally. I think the latter may also apply here.

調教（ちょうきょう）refers to the training of animals.

[child0feden]

THE RIVER OF TIME

modern! eagle flies x reader

♡ general dating headcanons for modern eagle flies!

୨୧ for some reason i wanted to do a modern version of eagle flies! i will eventually be doing the game version of him too though… sorry for any major spelling errors, i feel kind of sick today <3

♡ related hc available here | view my video game masterlist here

reading music recommendations: the river of time flows through me by blackbraid - moss covered bones on the alter of the moon by blackbraid

♡ i believe with my whole entire heart that modern eagle flies would be a huge metalhead!

୨୧ he’s especially a fan of black metal <3

♡ blackbraid is one of his all time favourite bands, their music gets played HOURLY in your shared apartment…

୨୧ he just resosnates with blackbraid more than any other black metal band he’s found so he wants to appreciate the hell out of it

♡ eagle flies probably has a guitar that his father bought for him for his birthday when he was a teenager!

୨୧ he may have a semi complicated relationship with his father but he’s never replaced that guitar, it means too much to him and he loves it too much! it reminds him of easier times…

♡ he likes to play the guitar for you, he doesn’t play stuff like black metal though, he plays more relaxed and laid back stuff

୨୧ more often than not, his playing lulls you to sleep… he likes that, he likes knowing you feel at ease with him, comfortable around him

♡ to be honest, i can see his relationship with his family being kind of complicated… he has a lot of great memories from his childhood but when his mother passed and he got older, he began drifting away from his father and older brother

୨୧ but he still calls them every now and again and does try to answer their calls, just to know they’re okay and he does still love them, he just needs time

♡ he’s a huge fan of cassettes and CDs!

୨୧ he never had a phone as a teenager and got his music through cassettes and CDs in thrift stores but he still has all of them! when you guys first got together, his collection of them was something you noticed in his apartment and asked him about, causing him to go into a deep ramble about his favourites, he’s incredibly passionate about music <3

♡ he doesn’t really use social media for similar reasons; he didn’t have it as a teen so he never really feels the need to have it now!

୨୧ he has a facebook profile though, just so that he can keep up with the bands he likes and upcoming events whilst sometimes posting videos of him playing his guitar… and when you guys started officially started dating he changed his relationship status, causing his older brother to find out he was now dating you and comment some really cute older sibling type shit

♡ eagle flies absolutely loves when you play with or braid his hair! you’ll play with it softly before transitioning into crafting a small braid whilst he’s supposedly focused on a horror movie that’s playing on the tv

୨୧ but he’s really not that focused on the movie anymore… the second you started playing with his hair, his attention shifted to you, enjoying the feeling of your hands running through his glossy locks

“ feels good… you’re good at braiding, you know that? ” ( you always blush so hard when he compliments you on things like that, they just hit you right in the heart! but you simply hum a response as he chuckles )

♡ a lot of the time when you finish the braid, you don’t actually have a hair tie on you so you just let it sit and slowly unravel itself which makes him kind of sad :( he really wanted to keep it in his hair because you did it

୨୧ he has a kind of tattered black denim jacket with a bunch of pins and band logo patches sewn into it! bands like blackbraid, darkthrone, mayhem, carach angren, morbid angel, venom and many more

♡ sometimes you’ll be in a music store without him and see some patches / pins you know he definitely doesn’t have and grab them for him, excitedly showing them off to him when you get home

୨୧ he thinks this is literally the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for him, he loves that you think about him and his interests when out and about without him! he always gives you a big hug and a soft kiss on the your head before taking them from you and wandering off to add them to his jacket

“ no, i don’t have these ones! thank you, beautiful… love you ” ( his deep voice is so close to your ear as he says it, still wrapped in a tight hug, you almost jump his bones but hold off for the time being )

♡ i can see him being a night owl! he’s not a huge fan of the hustle and bustle of daytime, he doesn’t like the near constant passing cars and loud noise… so you guys go on a lot of late night walks together <3

୨୧ with the roads being completely empty, he can actually hear himself think and have a conversation with you whilst walking, connected hands softly swinging between your bodies

♡ often times you’ll walk to a nearby wooded area and just sit on a bench, taking in the sounds of the trees blowing in the wind and twigs snapping under the feet of forest animals…

୨୧ you two probably sit there for a while, switching between sitting in a comfortable silence and quietly chatting about life! you’re always leaned into him, one of his arms thrown over your shoulder and if you get cold he’ll gladly offer up his denim jacket

♡ speaking of which, you adore wearing his jacket! it smells exactly like his natural musk and the cologne he uses

୨୧ when you pull the jacket on, you immediately get a whiff of things like pine, leather, oak and… bourbon… ? yeah, whenever you guys to see a local metal band perform at a bar, he always has a bourbon in hand, he’s very classy when it comes to drinking

♡ a lot of your guys dates revolve around similar trips out! dates are rarely planned between you, you’ll just kind of be sitting on the couch or laying in bed and he’ll raise his head to look at you before asking if you wanna go on a date today

“ do you want to go on a date today? the weather looks nice, no rain on the forecast, what do you think? ” ( hell, he’d still ask you out on a date if it was pouring down with rain, he thinks you look beautiful in any weather )

୨୧ you almost always do! they’re usually small picnics in extremely desolate areas of forest / plains

♡ he’s always laid back on the blanket, his combat boots hanging just off the blanket due to his height, whilst you lay back into him and eat some blackberries you’d found on the walk there, leaning up to offer him one as smiles and takes the berry into his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek after swallowing it

୨୧ i can see him being kind of a jealous person but not a loud jealous person, he won’t try to fight someone just for looking at you, he’s a quiet jealous person! responding to his jealousy by having a hand on you or an arm wrapped around you

♡ he can just get kind of super afraid of losing you :( you’re one of the best things to ever happen to him and he really doesn’t know how he’d function without you

୨୧ eagle flies really likes when you wash his hair for him, it took him a while for him to actually let you do it because it’s just a very sacred thing to him

♡ the only person he’s ever let wash his hair for him was his mother when he was younger, it was a ritual of immense love and not something done just because she was the parent and he was the child, it was a show of love

୨୧ when he feels ready to let you do it, he’s kind of shy about it! which is crazy to you because he’s not shy about anything but you can feel that this is something special to him and don’t mention it…

♡ as you’re in the shower together he pauses and takes your hands in his, guiding them up towards his hair as you realise what’s happening and try to hold in your excitement

୨୧ that’s the first time you ever wash his hair for him, gently massaging the shampoo into his head as he closes his eyes and leans into you, bending his back a little so you don’t have to reach up so high! you make comfortable small talk with him as you do it, asking him about music or movies and he’ll mumble a response back, almost falling asleep due to how good your fingers feel massaging his hair

♡ you wash his hair for him almost all the time after that night, a ritual once between mother and son now shared between lovers…

[kayaani]

LOVE IS MORE THAN THAT (ft. Kazuha)

cw: sfw/fluff, possibly OOC, insecurities, Fem! reader, modern settings, flat chested reader.

wc: 3.2k words

۶ৎ Your room wasn't quiet today, it never was. The room of your favourite band could be heard in every corner of your little — but the cheapest you could afford —apartment.

You have always liked music, and for real, who doesn't? Music can bring you such strong emotions and express your feelings in the most poetic and metaphoric way, the rhythm could make you cry, dance, ease your mind...

You weren't even hearing the song that played from your CD player. It was a little habit of yours that you started the past month, putting music to drown the bad thoughts that invaded your mind, seeking for your tears. This time it didn't help, as you were looking at your own reflection in your bedroom's mirror, staring at the top you bought last week without thinking twice.

Why didn't you try it in the fitting room? You were so stupid, and it didn't matter how many times you re adjusted the fabric of the cloth, it would still look the same. Oh, yeah, because you were with your boyfriend that time, reassuring you that it would fit you perfectly and beautifully. But looking at it now, you regret believing in him so easily.

You took it off, you couldn't stand the feeling it brought to your chest looking how unfitting it looked on you, thinking you were not the kind of person that should buy it.

You returned to the comfort of your baggier clothes, the ones that used to divert attention from your torso. "It's better this way" you muttered to yourself, but couldn't shake completely the self-doubt you felt.

You could still hear the voices of your classmates in middle school. Some guys making jokes, other girls talking about "you're so lucky, I wish I could have a flatter chest" and others just being your own voices of your head comparing.

The bell rang, it was him, you looked one last time at the mirror to check how your hair looked, and then hurried to the door, opening it to reveal your sweet lover, Kazuha.

He took in your appearance and smiled at you with his calm and peaceful demeanor.

It didn't take long for him to, when you guys were watching something on the comfiness of your living room, bring up the subject of the top.

"I noticed I haven't seen you yet with the t-shirt. It wasn't to your liking, perhaps?" He asked you, sipping on his hot coffee you prepared together. Your hands instinctively tightened its grip on the mug. You didn't want to talk about it, not now, now any time soon. It was something terrifying, not your clothes, but what was under there.

"It's nothing like that, really" you were quick to reassure, smiling, or rather forcing your smile to him.

Of course he wouldn't fall into your trap, he was smart, too smart sometimes. A concerned frown formed on his gaze, his eyes were quick to look for any signs of discomfort, of sadness, something. You seemed tense, and that wasn't something that happened around him, when he was so caring and loving towards you.

"Is something bothering you? It's okay, you can tell me. You know I want nothing but the best for you"

That made your stomach flip. You knew him, you knew how genuine his words and actions were, the fact that he loved you and would never think of you as disgusting... But your insecure thoughts were faster than those reassuring ones. It was inevitable that one day he would see or notice the flatness of your chest, but how would he react? Would he be disappointed? Would his steady, soft gaze falter? If only you were born with more.

Kazuha brought you out of your trance with a single word, your name being called. You were quick to glance his way, he was a bit closer and he cautiously and gently put a hand on your shoulder to let you know it was okay and he was there for you. "I can see something is wrong tonight, please, don't be afraid of showing yourself"

"It doesn't matter, really" you tried to change the subject to something else

"It does if it upsets you" he said back

Sometimes it was irritating how caring he could be, how his words were laced with pure concern. You looked into his eyes, the shade of red looking back into your own. You hesitated, but finally expressed yourself.

"I'm afraid you'll feel disgusted or turn your back on me" she faintly explained.

Kazuha looked at you, the weight of your words in the air, but he didn't change his expression to one of pity, if anything, it just softened and looked at you in understanding. "How come? Why would I even think like that towards you?"

You sighed, it was time, wasn't it? And his words, his gaze, it just made it easier. You took off your hoodie, underneath was your top with that neckline that haunted you.

He didn't seem to understand, it was like you were showing him something only you could see. Little did you know, it was true. That your insecurity, your fear of the rejection, your hatred towards the size of your chest, was something only you could see, only you could ever feel bad about.

"I feel like a little girl" you murmured to yourself, then looked into his eyes in search of a reaction. You could only find pure love and admiration. "Aren't you... Disappointed? I know most men like girls with more than this..." You started to talk, but were cut off by him, your name in his lips.

"Is that what you were so worried about?" He asked you, his voice soft. "Why would you think that way? How could I feel disappointed when I love every single thing about you?" He continued, his hand lowered, looking for her hands to hold.

"Please, believe me when I say I don't care about that at all. I love you. I adore every aspect of you and something like this could never change my mind about it." He talked again, pouring his heart in his words and the genuine affection he felt.

Author note: this was a request I received 6 days ago (I know , I just didn't see it omg I feel so bad). I hope this is for your liking and this was what you expected. I really didn't know how to start and if her thoughts and worries were well-written as I don't suffer from that insecurity.

To whoever is reading this and relates or has similar insecurities as the main character (reader) of this one shot, I hope everything's going well, because believe it or not, it doesn't matter. Those are things we only see. Everyone has their own insecurities and are more fixated on them than yours to even look for them. People won't see you just for your appearance, true people will see beyond that, and it won't matter to them whether you have skinny legs, fatter legs, flat chest, big chest, nose hooked or nose straight, etc. Those things don't matter, those things make you you, you.

Also, I'm truly sorry if this feels rushed, OOC or not what you expected, I'm a bit busy with things but wanted to write something, and the request made me happy. Btw, if you guys have any requests feel free to tell me.

[idanceuntilidie]

I get so hugry when you say you love me.

yandere male x gn reader.

Tw: Yandere behaviours| Mentions of kidnapping| Cannibalism| Slightly suggestive at only one point.

Requests open

It took me longer to write than I thought it would honestly and it’s not even that long. Sorry for that.

Now if you excuse me Im gonna eat a bowl of cereal and yes that is my dinner.

Turns out there is not many things you can do without your limbs.

Your eyes wandered lazily around the bright pink ceiling, you were hungry and bored. You don’t remember how many days Gummy kept you in his house.

No internet, no tv, music was allowed only on CDs or cassettes but you would only be able to listen to it when he was in the room with you. The room itself was, heavily decorated.

Very scene, very cool, you would appreciate it more if you didn’t spend most of your time laying down and being held against your will. Surround by pillows and plushies, on a huge ass bed.

Gummy took care of you. He made sure you were dressed up so nicely. He liked to talk about how when he was younger he had so many dolls and he could dress them up.Then he would look into your eyes and smile, you saw the same crazed look every time, then he would say that you are like a doll now. So pretty and his. It was easy to guess that he would do little fashion shows with you. From dresses to suits. He bought them just for you. Right now you wore very loose clothing that you are sure was his, you could tell by the smile and how… excited he got.

He rarely went out of the house. He fears that somehow you would leave him.

How the fuck would you even do that? Your legs and arms were chopped off. The worst part is that sometimes you still can feel them, sometimes it’s quick, other time you feel the burning sensation which makes you cry out.

So Gummy made sure not to leave the house all that much, when he trusts you more maybe, just maybe he will.

Groceries were kind of hard to get.

Your diet mainly consisted of fruits, vegetables. After some time you might get sick of those. The taste would get bland and well it made you sometimes want to throw up.

Currently you were waiting for the dinner, by waiting you mean you were laying on your back because moving without limbs was actually really hard for you. He promised that today he would prepare something great.

You hoped that maybe today he would give you an actual dinner.

And he did, it looked too good to be true.

“Hi sunshine! Sorry for taking so long I wanted your first proper dinner to be perfect!”

You heard him giggle.

He helped you sit up and you looked over his shoulder to see such a beautiful food behind him. Finally no more fruits. He hummed as he went to bring up the plate.

It smelled so good, you were a bit taken back since you didn’t know he would be able to cook anything else than water.

He began to feed you, it still was in fact so embarrassing every single time.

You chewed slowly, looking away from him. He laughed happily when he saw you enjoyed his cooking. It didn’t take you long to finish, Gummy put the plate away and basically pounced on you. You shrieked when he playfully licked your lips saying how good you taste like.

“I just ate that means you are just tasting your own fucking cooking!”

“Yea I know”

You tried to bite him, it only made him chuckle and grab your face.

“You taste amazing, my point still stands, and your meat was so easy to prepare you would have never guessed.”

“What the fuck do you mean ‘my meat’?”

He let go of your face. He smiled eerily while he tapped the nub of your arm.

“The rest is for me, I will have a part of you inside me! Isn’t that romantic?”

Your stomach squeezed painfully, eyes widening. Did he.. Oh God. You felt the vomit it your mouth, Gummy laughed as he pinched your nose and covered your mouth.

“You better swallow and not waste my cooking.”

You didn’t want to, eyes blurring due to lack of oxygen. You didn’t want to, but when your eyes locked with his, hot tears streaming down your face, he just smiled.

[crispy-kiss]

EVE OF DESTINY: KÖZI & HARUHIKO ASH - Special project talk for Co Chamber Psycho!

I've been terribly bored lately, so I thought it would be fun to translate one of the interviews from közi's old fc ^_^ Special thanks to @/cherdememoire and @/futaritaboo on twitter for helping me with this 3 page long conversation between these two. I apologize in advance for any mistakes I may have committed while translating it.

Thank you for waiting! We have covered most of the people involved with Közi’s solo, but have you noticed that there are still some areas that have not been covered yet? This time, we finally entered that uncharted territory! You may think you know Eve of Destiny, but surprisingly, you don't! We are pleased to have Haruhiko Ash (hereafter referred to as "H"), the solitary vocalist of the mysterious unit E.O.D., who mainly works overseas, will be appearing this time, this is the first interview in the magazine of Darkness! I thought that if I asked him for an interview, I would be sunk in Tokyo Bay. I was hesitant to do so, but I acted like it wasn't a big deal and asked him to do it - he said OK. Maybe he is more friendly than I thought? What is he really like? Enjoy!

◆ It’s kind of embarrassing to talk formally. Let’s order beer first! ◆

K: Well then, shall we make a toast first?

H: Good job.

K: Thank you for your hard work.

H: “Happy new year” was it?

K:  That’s not it. On New Year’s Holiday, we went to Tsukishima to eat Monjayaki together, right?

H: Ah! That was it.

K: With today’s rough feeling, I'm thinking of talking about unknown things about E.O.D and how I met Haruhiko-san, so please take a look...

H: Is it okay to do it randomly? 

K:  It’s completely fine.

H: By the way, have you been listening to music recently?

K: I might not have been listening to it much.

H: Kaela Kimura (singer) is good.

K: Huh?! Kaela Kimura? Haruhiko-san?! Seriously?!

H: I like aiko (singer) too though.

K: aiko? Haruhiko-san?! Really?! (Laughs)

H: Seriously. But I've only heard of Kaela Kimura in the last few years. Kimura Kaela’s CD is the only one I bought to listen to recently.

K: (Surprised) Did you buy some recently released albums?

H: The first limited edition comes with a DVD. You'd better buy it too.

K: (Laughs) That kind of talk... Is it okay in terms of image?

H: Image? I don't care about that (Laughs).

◆ In the first place, when did you two meet? ◆

H: How many years ago was it? I don't know, but I think you were still a teenager when we first met.

K: That’s right. I was 18 or 19 years old

H: It had been only around one year since you had came to Tokyo, right?

K: That’s about it. It was before I started Malice Mizer.

H: We didn't meet through music activities or anything like that, you simply applied for something like "looking for people who want to play baseball," right?

K: I joined the baseball team called "Takadanobabas" due to various circumstances.. Of course, I knew about "Haruhiko Ash” from "ZOLGE." At the time, I had a very scary image of Haruhiko-san.

H: You used to come to pick me up at home when you played baseball.

K: I did.

H: For some reason, he parked his car in front of my house the night before, slept in it, and waited for me.

K: It was in the neighborhood of <NOA> in Baba, right? (laughs)

H: I was wondering "Why did he park his car in front of my house the night before?" I asked him "What are you doing?" and he replied "I'm picking you up tomorrow." Like, Wow!

K: At that time, Being standby to pick-up since the day before was a trend wasn’t it?

H: Yes, it was. I couldn't get up even if they told me to pick them up at 5:00 a.m.

K: But that baseball team took it very seriously. Like morning practice for club activities.

H: That was abnormal. Even though it was a weekday, practice was from 6 a.m. I thought it was healthy because I was playing baseball, but it was very unhealthy. Most people had been coming from the night before without sleeping.

K: Haruhiko-san is a baseball kid, isn’t he?

H: Well, yeah. I was from Little League.

K: I've been using hard balls since I was little. I was in the elementary and middle school baseball club, but my position was pliers. Haruhiko-san , for example, is a vigorous baseball boy. “Takadanobabas" were playing a lot of games, right?.

H: I was in the Shinjuku Ward league. Wasn't it rather strong? You were a pretty nice player too, right?

K: I was okay.

H: I get the impression that you were hitting it somehow.

K: At that time, I also went to the bathing center. Have you ever been there with me?

H: Well, I don't remember. Don't you go there these days?

K: I go there occasionally. It occurred to me, there are times when I feel like going to the bathing center.

H: Let's go together sometime. Oh, come to think of it, is my glove at yours?

K: Oh! That strange glove is Haruhiko-san’s!

H: I knew it was at your place after all.

◆About E.O.D◆

K: E.O.D didn’t make any moves last year. Haruhiko-san went overseas a lot except for E.O.D.

H: I went to Saipan with a gravure idol.

K: It's a mystery, right, Haruhiko-san’s work. Isn't that off-the-record?

H: That's fine, nothing special. Gravure idols usually write things like "For some reason, Haruhiko Ash is on the beach in Saipan~!"  on their blogs.

K: You’ve been caught (Laughs) I wonder if there are pictures of you on the beach uploaded all over the Internet without your knowledge. A picture of a very carefree smiling face.

H: …

K: E.O.D hasn't performed since the fall of last year.

H: It’s been that long already? It was around Halloween.

K: It was, right.

H: Was Australia the last time?

K: That’s right. If I don't tell you why Haruhiko-san and I decided to work together in the first place, I don't think you will understand much about it.

H: I remember. When I was at a club event in Osaka, you suddenly came to see me. I don't remember who you were with.

K: With KAI of Art Marju.

H: Oh yes, I remember now. I hadn't seen you in a few years.

K: It had been quite a while since we last met.

H: If I may explain to the readers of the newsletter, Eve Of Destiny is the name I used when I was active overseas, and it can be a band, solo, unit, or whatever. I once participated in an exaggerated 4-disc compilation of gothic history called "Black Bible" released in the U.S., which led to various offers from overseas. At that time, I had an offer from a German festival called "Wave Gothic," and I was thinking that I could participate in Wave Gothic, too, and Közi just happened to show up.

K: The timing was good.

H: We only talked about it at that point, but I called Közi because I had received several invitations from abroad in addition to Wave Gothic. I said something like, "If you are willing, I will accept an offer from abroad."

K: I remember that phone call well.

H: Wave Gothic in Germany is a big event that everyone who loves Gothic in Europe knows about. When I first appeared, I performed at the main stage alongside people like The Sex Gang Children and SIOUXSIE SIOUX.

K: I saw that on BURST.  I thought, "Oh! Haruhiko-san is awesome!"

H: However, just because you've been on the main stage once, it doesn't necessarily mean you'll be the main stage again this time... I told you that I was going to go over there with that intention, but it turned out to be the main stage, didn't it?

K: That is right. I was told that you would accept the offer from such a huge festival if I wanted to do it, so I said, "I want to do it!" I've never had a chance to perform abroad before.

H: Well, I had always loved Közi, and as one of my juniors, I had always thought of him as important. I have always wanted to work with such kid, as I do with other kids, if I had the chance to do something with them. It just so happens that the timing was exquisite, and this is what happened.

K: It was fate (laughs) Just four months after that phone call, I was already heading to the Philippines...

H: The Philippines was the first Gothic event in Asia and Oceania. It was like a warm-up to perform in Germany, right? From your point of view.

K: Well, the Philippines was like a quick rehearsal. But my world debut was in the Philippines, after all.

H: You keep getting offers from the Philippines after that, but you keep turning them down.

K: Even Haruhiko-san said, "Well, I'll never come again"! You were so angry (Laughs).

H: Do you think the Filipino fans will see this newsletter translated?

K: No, there is no possibility of that. (*LOL...sure, Közi)

H: I have to explain this so that there will be no misunderstanding, but on the first day in the Philippines, the organizers went overboard and brought in smoke, strobes, and other equipment that they had never used before, and the power supply went down due to lack of power. Still I was like “It’s okay, don’t worry” but you were angry.

K: Because we were interrupted and stayed for about 10 minutes in the dark! We were sitting on the floor with the audience (Laughs).

H: The second day was a mess too. The second day was a different place, but there was a lot going on again. By the second song, this guy's (Közi) identity was about to be destroyed.

K: It can't be helped, right? because it's Asia.

H: Whaaat? Are you talking about an unequal society?

K: Wasn't your mic in your chest? I put it in the mic support. (*I think because of the lights going off, they couldn't see their mics properly. so ash put his mic on his chest, probably, and then kozi's was on the pedestal). The Haruhiko I know has always been such a intense person. But at that time, I think that the ups and downs of the day before and the day after had built up, and that's why it turned out like that. I was like, "The hotel shower has no hot water!" or something (Laughs).

H: The only room that didn't had hot water was yours. But it's a five-star hotel, isn't it?

K: yeah, my room was the only one that didn't had hot water. Moreover, I was also the only one who didn't have any toppings in my morning sandwich (Laughs).

H: There was ham and cheese and all kinds of toppings on it, and you chose this one yourself...

K: There were no toppings! Only butter! (Laughs).

H: It was a 5-star hotel, I saw a polyethylene bucket in the hallway and wondered what it was, but they said it was a leak. Filipinos laugh out loud a lot. When I left Japan, I joked that I would be called “Mr. President” when I went to the Philippines, but I was actually called “Shiyaccho-san!" (*I think here he was playing with the way people pronounce Ash, since president in japanese is "shachō.")

K: You suddenly called me “Mr. President," Haruhiko-sa.

H: That's because it's a a very welcoming term in the Philippines!

K: Haruhiko didn't leave the hotel at all, but I did explore. I was surrounded by kids because "japanese people with tattoos'' seemed to be quite rare.

(*Here Közi was probably telling Haruhiko that he wasn’t gonna be called honorifics since he didn’t leave his hotel room, but he thought about it so much that he ended up accidentally using the honorific with Közi).

H: You went there. Do you remember? On the way home, you bought me a lot of sweets, beer and snacks. He delivered it all to my room and said, "Take these Haruhiko-san." It was a huge amount of food, so I asked him "How much was it? I'll pay you." and he said "Nah, it's fine." When I said, "No, I'll pay for it,'' he replied, "It's okay, really. Budweiser costs about 20 yen here. It costed about 300 yen in total.'' (laughs) and I thought, "Really!?''

K: You can spend a lot in the Philippines, the prices are so low.

H: It's amazing. But, remember? There was a Starbucks near the venue on the second day, right?

K: There was, indeed.

H: So, I asked the staff to get me a Starbucks coffee. I was told that the price of a Starbucks coffee was about the same as two weeks' salary of the people there.

K: Starbucks was the only place where the price was the same as in Japan.

H: I heard that only tourists go there. Also, it seems like one E.O.D T-shirt cost as much as an annual income for the people over there.

K: Sigh~ It's unequal society, after all.

◆ E.O.D, theft victim!? ◆

H: How was Germany after the Philippines? Didn't we go on a mission?

K: The Sex Gang Children and SOFT CELL were performing the day before. It was like a dream coming true to me to stand on the same stage as the artists who influenced me in the past. The festival itself was huge and I had a lot of fun looking around. I wanted to take a picture with Wayne Hussey (the vocalist of THE MISSION U.K.) at that concert, but I didn't said anything because I thought Haruhiko would get mad at me if I did that (Laughs).

H: Oh, that's right (laughing).

K: And speaking of Germany, the food at the club where I was often taken care of during the gigs in Berlin was delicious!

H: They assume that since we're Japanese, we naturally like rice, so rice was served every time. I was sick of it, but you seem to like it.

K: Oh no, it was delicious!

H: There was butter rice with some kind of stew on it.

K: It was made by a punk girl with a mohawk who looked like machamacha (a japanese comedian), "This girl can cook!?" I thought, "How can someone like this cook?!'' But I guess appearances can be deceiving (Laughs).

H: But it was rice every time...

K:Also, there were bears all over the Berlin, right? Not live bears, though.

H: An object. Isn't it a symbol character? By the way, which place is the best place you've been to so far?

K: Well, I hardly did anything touristy in any of the countries I visited. So, I wished I had visited more in Bern, Switzerland, or Stockholm. The town itself is austere and a World Heritage site. I was also impressed when I saw Cologne Cathedral from the train window during the train ride.

H: You slept most of the time when we were on the move.

K: I was awake.

H: No, i'm always surprised at how much you sleep. Aren't you sleeping more than you do in Tokyo? You are either sleeping or eating sweets.

K: I guess my body clock go haywire when I go abroad.

H: I'm pretty much looking at the city on the move.

K: When I glance at him, Haruhiko-san is usually asleep (Laughs).

H: I ain't sleeping.

K: (Laughs) Ah, right. When my passport was stolen in France....

H: Well, it was actually mine being stolen.

K: Along with mine.

H: To elaborate, the venue for the Paris concert was Pigalle, a downtown area with a slightly seedy atmosphere, like Kabukicho in Tokyo. A few years ago, it was such an unsafe place that Japanese tourist guides would say, "stay away from Pigalle.'' It's located at the foot of the Sacré-Coeur Basilica, but behind it there seem to be a row of brothels. So, the organizers were considerate and arranged for a hotel near the venue. Anyway, the welcoming atmosphere around the venue was amazing, there were a lot of people and policemen were standing around. It wasn't a bad hotel by any means, but the organizers took care of us and gave us a room on the first floor because we had a lot of equipment and other luggage. Probably the biggest consideration was that my room was very nice, facing the courtyard. After the show, there was a launch party in the staff room, we were served champagne and other drinks, so we ended the show in a really good mood. When I returned to my room, the window was open for some reason. Then, the passports and money that I had put away were all stolen. The money and passports were for both Közi and me. The reason for this is that Közi is a kid that easily loses important stuff, so I always had to carry Közi's passport and valuables with me. It would be dangerous to let this guy have it.

K: Yes, it's dangerous (Laughs) The money was also stolen.

H: I don't usually hold the money. The staff usually manages all the payroll. And yet, for some reason, I was the one holding it all together at the time. All of that was taken away. And of course I went to the police.

K: We went there. It was tough to stay until morning.

H: And it happened to fall on Easter. Over there, embassies are closed on Easter. But we had a live show scheduled for the next day in the Netherlands, so I was wondering what should I do. Anyway, I ran to the police and they said something like, "There's no way someone like that is coming out." At any rate, I was told not to leave France until Easter was over and the embassy returned to normal operations. But the Netherlands were also a very important gig and we couldn't cancel this one. So what should we do? Fortunately, the EU is now integrated, so inspections are not as strict as they used to be when traveling over land.

K: In that case, we had no choice but to enter the country illegally.

H: But as for the Japanese embassy, they told me that they couldn't be held responsible for anything that might happen to us if we moved from one country to another without a passport. We were planning to travel by train from France to Belgium and then to the Netherlands, but I heard that sometimes they come to check your passport when you cross the border, and sometimes they don't. And of course, if an official comes and finds that you don't have your passport, you are sure to be in trouble, the same happens if you are leaving the country illegally. But in the end, we decided to force our way to the Netherlands, thinking that the chances of that happening were low.

K: Once on the train, a station staff member came over, didn't he? What did you do then?

H: You were sleeping, right?

K: No, no, I was awake!

H: My fluent English got us through it, didn't it? You were fine sleeping with your puffy nose, but I was sitting next to you as we headed to the Netherlands, with my nerves constantly tingling.

K: I didn't had a puffy nose!

H: (laughs) Well, luckily, we arrived safely in the Netherlands and the concert went off without a hitch. So, since it was the last day of the European tour at that time, the staff said, "I am going to return from the Netherlands to Japan as scheduled." Well, They got tickets and probably have plans after that, so I can't help it. We...

K: We couldn't go home.

H: We don't have a passport, and our air ticket was stolen along with it. As for the money, I have a paycheck from Netherlands, and an American Express card, so we managed to get by. We decided to return to Paris anyway.

K: Thinking about it now, it was only because my passport was stolen there that I was able to make precious memories of Paris.

H: You may sound all innocent like that, but if I didn't have a family in Paris, we would have been in trouble.

K: You're right, it was all thanks to Haruhiko's personal connections. You used to live in Paris, right? I was so surprised. On the train back to Paris, Haruhiko suddenly called an acquaintance.

H: It was Carol. Carol is Stiv Bator's wife, who was the vocalist for Dead Boys. A long time ago, I stayed in their house for quite some time. So of course, I told Carol that I was performing in Paris, she came to visit me in the dressing room and said "I hope you're doing well,'' then we parted ways, but I didn't expected that we would meet again two days later.

K: We met again very soon, didn't we?

H: Carol welcomed us and let we stay until our passports were reissued, so you felt completely at ease and were very happy to go sightseeing in Paris.

K: Every day Carol's mom invited friends and held a party at her house. And since we didn't speak the same language, we played a drawing game and it was quite fun.

H: what kind of game?

K: It's a game where one person folds a long piece of paper, this person draws a picture on the first fold, the second person continues the drawing on the next fold, and so on, until finally, when the paper is unfolded, it looks like a strange picture.

H: That was it? Well, it's in the 1st arrondissement, so to speak, and its bourgeois. It is located in the heart of Paris, just a 10-minute walk to Notre Dame. Her father is a celebrity, Carol herself is a former model, and her husband is Stiv Bators of THE LORDS OF NEW CHURCH (ex Dead Boys). The Dead Boys are a legendary band known as America's Sex Pistols, and Stiv has always been a mentor to me. Unfortunately, he passed away in an accident, but Stiv loved Haruhiko Ash and Michael Monroe, so Stiv's family has been very kind to me, giving me his belongings and other things after his death. There's a history of them letting me stay there for way longer before.

K: Even I was indebted to him, I'm grateful for all the help.

H: No no, since the Haruhiko Ash that Stiv liked also liked Ash’s friend, Közi, you were also part of the Stiv Bators family.

K: Seriously. I was treated very well. But I thought Haruhiko-san seems to know more about the city than I do in Tokyo, he was walking around without checking any guidebooks.

H: Paris is small. Probably about the size of Setagaya Ward.

K: You can just walk around, right? Thinking about it now, I was surprised to see police officers in Paris wearing roller skates. Like Hikaru Genji (Hikaru Genji were a boy band that performed on roller skates). They were moving around the cobblestone streets on roller skates.

H: My passport, which is issued to me as a good and honest taxpayer, was issued without any problems, but Közi's passport wasn't smoothly issued. I had to go back and forth with the Japanese Embassy and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

K: Why?

H: I don't know!

K: Maybe it was my face? Or the japanese sociability? (*in the sense that it is difficult to talk with more formal people).

H: When I finally got my passport reissued, the quickest ticket to return home was via Italy. I was tired...

K: But my days in Paris were fun! I did have some regrets though, like when I went to the Catacomb and it was closed, or when I went to Notre Dame and the gargoyles were under construction and I didn't get to see them properly. Carol's family also gave me some pocket money.

H: Even though I'm telling them I'm an adult now, they I'll always think of me as a kid.

◆ E.O.D Traveling Overseas ◆

H: Basically, Eve of Destiny has a single manager who handles everything from ticket arrangements, accommodation arrangements, live show bookings, negotiations, etc. She even follow us overseas. But even though she's a girl, Közi gives her great challenges, saying things like "Pick up the guitar" and "Your feet stink" and suddenly, in a small European town where there's not even a convenience store, “You, go buy me some socks."

K: I didn't treat her like that! I didn't even tell her to go buy it! (panicking) Haruhiko-san, you're dramatizing it too much!

H: (laughs) She does everything for us, so I go abroad as if I were just moving around the country, but for some reason, there was one time when we had to go to Poland alone.

K: It was quite difficult, wasn't it? I didn't even know how to buy a ticket, and I was called to a separate room at customs.

H: About that, well, the problem was that our passports were being reissued.

K: Was that so!?

H: The point is that our passports are issued by the Japanese embassy in France despite our Japanese nationality. It's usually issued by the Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs, right? So the track record of once stolen is clear. In other words, the person with our passports is either us or someone with stolen property, so they are people to watch out for. There's the possibility that we are the ones who stole it. That's why we were called into separate rooms to confirm this.

K: That's right.

H: No, that's not what I meant. What I wanted to say is that when our manager isn't around, you're 100% dependent on me.

K: I totally rely on Haruhiko-san

H: What do you think of that?

K: It's a problem (laughs).

H: If you're in an English-speaking country, it's fine. But if you are in a non-English speaking area and not in a big city, you won't even see English signs. There's only information in the local language. For example, a place usually referred to as “Vienna (ウィーン)” in Japan is sometimes called “Vienna (ヴィエナ),” isn't it? In the same way, the name of a city you heard in Japan may be completely different from the actual name. I can read in English, but I can't understand it at all if it's in the local language of the non-English speaking countries. That's exactly what happened in the Netherlands. I didn't even had a guidebook.

K: I sometimes bring a guidebook with me.

H: There's no point in bringing anything if it's already in your suitcase. You've never brought a guidebook with you that was actually useful, right?

K: I was like "Where did I put it!?" (laughs)

H: Anyway, since we're going abroad together, I'd like to help you absorb more knowledge in order to broaden your horizons, but you're sleeping. All, all the time!

K: That's not true! But someday I would like to say, "I'll go buy you a ticket." In the meantime, I studied by taking a look at NHK's German language courses. I just want to be able to speak it! I'm not trying hard, though!

H: Make an effort.

K: Having been abroad so many times, where would you prefer to live?

H: I guess Paris after all. My passport was stolen there, though. It's the place I've stayed the longest outside of Tokyo.

K: And the food was delicious too.

H: You're all about food memories, aren't you? Talking about food, remember when we played a show in Sweden and the organizers had a huge catering service backstage for us? We were in Scandinavia, so all the seafood was fresh, but it was in colors and shapes we had never seen before, so it was uncomfortable that neither of us touch it at all.

K: Yeah, that's right.

H: The organizers were worried, saying "Is there something you guys don't like?"

K: We only ate things we were familiar with, like ham and bread.

H: When they asked, "What would you like to have for dinner? I would say “pizza” or “hamburger." Also, the salmon I had at the restaurant I went to the day before the gig in Stockholm was amazing.

K: Norwegian salmon. It was really tasty.

H: Ah, I don't remember where it happened, but there was the time you got really pissed off when we were rehearsing and they were letting the audience in.

K: Ah~! Open rehearsal (Laughs) For some reason, the word “angel (天使)” was written in kanji on the wall of the venue, but the character for “messenger (使)” in the word "angel" had a “dot (点)” on it by mistake.

H: Where was it?

K: I can't remember at all. I wonder why.

H: we've gone too far and it's a mess now. (*In the sense that it is difficult to remember details after going to so many places in a short period) Because I go to about a dozen places every year.

K: Also, Slovakia left a deep impression on me. I couldn't even read the letters in any of the cafes I went to. When I went to a sandwich shop, I couldn't read what kind of sandwich it was, so I guessed it would probably have something meaty on it, bought it, and when I tried it, it was actually sweet. Everyone in town was looking at me. Perhaps Asians themselves are rare there.

H: Bratislava, Slovakia. But it's the capital, in case you're wondering. The place we stayed was a bit far from the center of the city, so there were no oriental people at all. That's why our looks (including our faces and outfits) were so rare. We got a lot of looks.

K: Wasn't there a girl who worked really hard for you?

H: I can't remember. (Laughs) But, you know, we only moved between the airport, the hotel, and the concert venue. I didn't even take my time to look through the city. That's why you were so excited about the souvenir shop at the airport.

K: You too, Haruhiko-san! But really, the most relaxing place to shop is the souvenir shop at the airport. Whenever I invite him to go out with me, he always says "Nah, it's too much trouble" and never goes out!

H: The time before the flight was the only time I had to shop, right?

K: (Laughs) Before I tried performing abroad, I thought that Japanese people like us wouldn't get much of a reaction when we performed, but we got a great response, and I was like, "Whaaat? Hey, this is pretty good, isn't it?"

H: Overseas, the way people relate to music is overwhelmingly different from Japan. This could never be possible in Japan, but I mean, there's no concept of "graduation'' over there. Japanese people can be into punk, visual, gothic, etc, but they're not afraid of changing their whole lifestyle when they get a job or get married, for example. They're settling down. As if that meant growing up.But overseas, people who like Gothic still love Gothic even when they're in their 40s, 50s, and 60s, old men regularly participate in events. I don't mean to speak for the live music club system in Japan, but overseas live houses and clubs are places where you have to be an adult to enter, not a place for teenagers to play. In other words, it's a culture where adults enjoy live music. But in Japan, going to concerts is something kids do, and live music venues are like playgrounds for teenagers. If you want to continue to exist in the Japanese music scene, but you let a year go by without doing anything, the fans who have been following you up to that point might have grown up and “graduated” from the scene. But about overseas fans, for example, last year E.O.D. didn't perform at all, and even if it has been a few years since we went over there, people who were happy to see us before will come back and say "Oh, E.O.D. is playing again after a long time!" So once you have established a track record, you can crush it as many times as you like. That is not the case in Japan. If you blank out, you're screwed.

K: That may be so.

H: So, you don't have to go all the way overseas to do live performances, you know? Just make the music available.

K: Eh!?

H: It's a pain in the ass (Laughs).

K: There it is! Haruhiko-san (Laughs) It's such a pain in the ass for you, isn't?

H: That said, I will definitely work harder than you once we get there.

K: Is that so? Haruhiko-san, there are a lot of songs where you don't even have the lyrics properly written.

H: Even if I sing in Japanese, no one will understand. Why don't just sing according to your mood that day?

K: Well, that is typical of Haruhiko-san.

◆ What will happen to E.O.D in the future? ◆

H: If Közi says he wants to do a gig in Paris next month or in Germany in X month, we have the soil to do it right away.

K: Let's do it!

H: If you feel like it.

K: I'm in the mood, totally!

H: If you're so sure, why don't you go to Berlin or somewhere else for the first time this year? I'm ready to go, yes!

K: That's right. I also want to go to America. I want to work with Razed In Black!

H: I'm not sure if this is a good thing to say, but Japanese culture overseas is currently being dominated by anime and games, as well as J-POP and J-ROCK. There are a lot of Japanese subculture conventions being held, mainly in Europe, and we keep getting offers from those places asking, "Will you come? Will you do a live show?'' However, from the beginning, the significance of playing live overseas was to  establish a track record of performing on the same field and in the same stance as bands from other countries. But when people who like Japanese subculture invite us to events, their attitude is, "We want you to come because you're a Japanese band.'' It's great to see the Japanese boom picking up, but for us it's been a bit of a disaster. Thanks to this trend, there's an aspect of being drawn away from the stage agents that we should be aiming for, only because we are a Japanese band. That's very frustrating. This is because Japanese otakus overseas who support Japanese subculture only listen to Japanese bands, I mean, if you ask them if they listen to Bauhaus, they don't! They're kind of maniacs who only listen to bands if they are Japanese. That would be the same as only being active in Japan. If you're going to go overseas, I don't think it's worth it unless you find a way to break into the overseas music scene. No matter how many gigs you do overseas, if it's only in the context of anime, games, and J-ROCK, I don't think it can be said to have been successful overseas.

K: They are people who are fine with anything if it's Japanese culture, right? There's many different ways to view it, but it may be difficult to say whether or not we are competing in the true sense of the word.

H: However, what cannot be ignored is the fact that the capacity of events where these Japanese otaku gather is growing tremendously.

K: Indeed. In a way, I think it's great because it means that something Japanese has permeated the world that much.

H: Even so, I don't want to change our stance of aiming for people who love The Sisters of Mercy to listen to Eve of Destiny and see our live shows.

K: I share that stance, and I understand that Haruhiko-san is very particular about that.

H: So that's the stance you're taking this year?

K: Yes. Let's go for it! Let's play!

H: Germany and... around Vienna?

K: That's right.

H: Let's move on to that. Whatever, when did you become such a phony showman?

K: (Laughs) Phony showman!?

H: Doesn't you look even more suspicious? That face.

K: Eeeh~