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[cheshireliam]

"Once More, An Evil From Which You Can't Return" 2nd Anniversary Story Event

Prologue

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I wandered through the quiet, deep darkness, searching for someone. 

Just as I was growing tired of walking… a shadow flashed by in a corner of my eye. 

Kate: Wait,—!

I called out someone’s name and reached my hand towards the shadow, but… 

The moment I managed to grab it, the shadow disintegrated like dust and vanished. 

…

Kate: …!

I jolted upright in bed, drenched in perspiration. 

(I feel like I just had an awful sad dream…)

(Like I lost something precious…)

My head was throbbing with a dull pain, the worst way to wake up. 

(Is it… evening right now? Why am I in bed at this hour?) 

As I tilted my head, puzzled, I heard a knock at my door. 

Kate: Come in. 

The moment I responded, all the members of Crown came streaming in. 

Liam: Kate! Thank goodness… you’re awake. 

Kate: Ah… yes, it seems I took a nap.

Harrison: A nap…? Don’t you remember? 

Ellis: You were found unconscious at the bottom of a flight of stairs. 

Kate: Huh…? 

Roger: Your breathing and pulse were normal. We decided to let you rest in your room and continue monitoring your condition… 

Kate: I-I see. I’m sorry… but I don't recall collapsing at all. 

Roger: … Looks like your memory is kind of cloudy. Can you answer a few questions? 

Kate: Yes, please ask away! 

Roger proceeded to ask me questions like what was today’s date, the missions I recently accompanied Crown in, and what I ate for lunch yesterday. 

I answered everything correctly, or at least I thought I did. But the more I answered, the more serious the expressions of the members surrounding me grew. 

Kate: Um… did I say something strange? 

Roger: It seems that you’re experiencing a condition called Retrograde Amnesia — in layman terms, memory loss.

Kate: Memory loss…? 

Elbert: You said you joined Crown a week ago and met Vogel for the first time yesterday , but…

Elbert: … It has been several days since your first meeting with Vogel. 

Alfons: It’s as though Miss Kate has been rewound back to the time when she had just met us. 

Kate: W-what… 

Jude: … Pain in the ass. Her memory’s gonna stay like this forever? 

Roger: There’s still a lot we don’t know about human memories. 

Roger: There’s a possibility she can recall some things if triggered by the right events, but… I can’t say for sure. 

Roger: In any case… it's best not to dwell on it too much for now and focus on resting.

Kate: … Got it. 

(... I wonder what kind of relationships I had with the members of Crown before.)

(They’re all gathered here and worrying about me, so we must’ve had a good bond…) 

I unconsciously bit my lip, feeling guilty and anxious for being the only one who couldn't remember a thing. 

Victor: — Kate. 

Victor: You may have lost your memories, but we all still remember what you’ve given us. 

Victor: Therefore… the bond we have will never disappear. 

William: … Victor’s right.

William: If something’s lost, we can simply weave it back together. Am I right?

Kate: Yes… thank you.

…

After discussing some matters with Victor, we decided that I wouldn't participate in missions for the time being and focus entirely on recovery. 

News of me losing parts of my memory was shared with the three members of Vogel and a few of the servants at Crown’s castle.

Chloe: “Please don’t hesitate to let us know if you need anything.”

Marie: “We were very close before, so don’t hold back!” 

The two maids, after attending to me, cheerfully conveyed their words in sign language. 

Kate: “Thank you. It makes me happy to hear that.” 

Even though I had lost part of my memories… my body still remembered how to communicate in sign language. 

The two maids beamed with joy when I responded with slightly hesitant sign language. 

Chloe: “I’m glad you didn't lose all your memories!” 

Marie: “Please keep chatting with us from now on.”

Kate: “Of course!” 

Chloe: “Speaking of chatting—”

Marie: “Miss Kate, have you talked to your boyfriend yet?” 

Kate: … Boyfriend? 

The unexpected question caught me so off guard that I momentarily forgot how to sign, and simply stared at them in shock. 

Chloe: “You know, that guy you’re always so happy to talk to!”

Marie: “Wait, Chloe. Judging from her reaction… doesn't this mean she hasn't spoken to him?”

Chloe: “Really…!? I’m so sorry, Miss Kate! Forget I said anything about it!” 

The two tried their best to brush off the topic afterwards and lighten the mood. 

However, the word “boyfriend” remained lingering in my mind. 

… 

That night — I was overwhelmed by a crashing wave of uncertainty the moment I got into bed. 

Looking around my room, I saw books and clothing I didn't recall ever buying. It acted as an unpleasant reminder of the memories I had lost.

(And on top of everything else… I actually have a boyfriend? Is that true?) 

(Will I… remember it all someday? All my memories from before, and of my lover…) 

[st-osmanthus]

Excuse me, my ZoLu brainworm has not left chapter 1136. And I wrote 1,500 words today, after a long month of unable to write anything, so I deserve to have this rant, dammit!

Ahem. Buckle in. It’s a long one. (Sorry not sorry)

Y’all, look at our precious idiot, scaring giants right out the gate with his bloodlust. Missing one eye, hair standing up like a demon, dressed to the nines like a rogue Viking, drinking some high-grade giant liquor without getting drunk — just living the outlaw life. This is the wild beast of the Straw Hat Pirates. He’s unpredictable. He’ll strike fear into your soul. He cannot be tamed.

Oh, wait, did someone say “Sun God”? Now he’s intrigued. That sounds familiar. The bloodlust is gone. He ain’t here to scare anyone. He’s just gonna sit still and listen like a good boy for the next five pages. Please. Tell him more…

Don’t mind the swordsman. He’s just drinking quietly in his corner, listening to the chatter, saying nothing for FIVE WHOLE PAGES. He’s a bit of a loner, after all. He’s too cool to participate in these antics. Too cool for school (probably never had a geography lesson in his life). Too cool to care.

Except.. did they say “Shanks”? Did Luffy hear them say “Shanks”? THE Shanks?! The man Luffy has idolized his entire life. The one name that can make Luffy’s eyes glow simply from hearing it being spoken. Shanks might have been here recently?

Oh, you bet our green-haired guard dog is sitting up and paying attention. And he’s got OPINIONS.

This page… ZoLu truthers can (and should) write entire essays on this page. These are just my immediate thoughts.

First, I gotta know. Did Zoro drag Luffy away from the party? Did they sneak away together after sharing a knowing glance? Did Luffy run off to make water and Zoro took the chance to corner him for this discussion?

Regardless of how, they’re alone now, and Zoro is doing his first mate thing, having clocked his captain’s unusual behavior, which of course has him concerned. He can’t let some random giant take advantage of his trusting and naive captain.

He’s gotta play the devil’s advocate, gotta present a different perspective on the matter even if it means popping Luffy’s bubble. What I want to know is, does the Japanese version have the exclamation marks?!? That’s three sentences in a row punctuated with exclamation marks. Stephen Paul is one of the best manga translators in the game, and he wouldn’t add them if the original text didn’t call for them. That means: Zoro is losing his cool. He knows of all people, Shanks would make the perfect lure to get Luffy on board for some crazy shit. He needs to caution Luffy against falling into a possible trap.

It worked. Luffy has a healthy dose of skepticism now: “You think Loki doesn’t even know?!” Luffy’s mad. Aww. He’s probably disappointed. ☹️

………….

And what do ya know? ZORO BACKPEDALS!!!

“I’m just basing it on his reputation… I didn’t see the guy.”

Y’all! This man sees how disappointed his captain got when he played devil’s advocate and he immediately backs off and tries to find a middle ground. “Hey, no worries, maybe Loki isn’t a liar. The fuck do I know, Luffy, I wasn’t even there!”

Absolute marshmallow pushover fake-ass tough guy.

(I adore him.)

The culmination of all this? Zoro’s gonna do everything possible to make his captain happy while keeping him safe. You see, he will get the keys to Loki’s cuffs, and then together, they will decide if Loki’s a liar or not. Zoro isn’t going to stop Luffy from finding out more info on Shanks, not if there’s even the slightest possibility Loki was telling the truth, but he is also not letting Luffy do this alone. He doesn’t trust anyone else’s judgment either. So it’ll be him and Luffy, sharing one brain cell against the world. (Until Nami caught them, which, like, thank goodness lol.)

—————

This chapter contains everything I love about ZoLu: Guard dog behavior from Zoro; complete trust in Zoro from Luffy; hot-headed captain teaming together with not-really-aloof first mate; Zoro inserting himself so that Luffy can still go on as his goofy self. I love that they didn’t say shit to the rest of their crew, that they wanted to just GO and do their own thing for a little bit.

It reminds me of their mad dash to the plateau on Dressrosa, or them standing side by side facing down Aqua Laguna, or Zoro going with Luffy to Roof Piece. These instances show again and again that out of the entire crew, Zoro is the closest to being Luffy’s equal. And every time, Luffy is grateful for the companionship. There’s really no other duo doing it like these two.

[fuyuzumis]

Fuyuzumi Tsubaki Main Story: Chapter 8

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I set the flowers down on the countertop and slipped off the lace-patterned gloves I was wearing.

Yumeka: … Phew…

I’d been intending to buy a pair of gloves for sun protection for a while now, but I always told myself not to get white ones because they were more prone to getting dirty…

But the moment I saw those gloves in the shop, I couldn’t stop myself. 

(I already know why.) 

The elegant design and pure white colour reminded me of him.

(This is proof that even when I’m avoiding him, I can’t stop thinking about Tsubaki.) 

With a heavy sigh, I began spreading out the flowers on the countertop to arrange them.

The theme of today's selection was red. 

Yumeka: Let’s see… roses, gerberas, and… this one’s hypericum. 

The deep red roses already had their thorns carefully removed, so they didn’t catch onto the lace of my gloves. 

(I've gotten used to naming the flowers, all because Tsubaki-kun would always patiently explain them to me.)

A small, wry smile crossed my face as I gently stroked a petal through the lace…

Just then, the doorbell jingled, pulling my gaze to the entrance of the shop. 

Yumeka: Welcome. 

My first customer for the day was an older gentleman wearing sunglasses.

He was one of my long-time regulars who’d been coming here for years. 

Gentleman: I’ll have a scotch with water, please. 

Yumeka: Right away! 

The gentleman took a seat at the counter and noticed the flowers I had just finished arranging. 

Gentleman: The flowers look lovely today too. 

Yumeka: Fufu, you’re always so kind. 

Gentleman: I can’t see their colours, but I can tell even through these sunglasses that they’re vibrant and reassuring to look at. 

He admired the flowers one by one. 

Gentleman: Whoever picked them out must truly love flowers. 

Yumeka: I think so too.

I placed the glass down in front of him.

The gentleman lifted it to his mouth with care and took a sip.

Gentleman: Delicious. You’re always improving. 

Yumeka: Thank you. 

My grandfather once told me, “a drink always tastes better when you make it with someone in mind”. 

The coffee my grandfather made was one of a kind, and people would even take the train from afar just to taste it. 

(I wonder if I’ve gotten even just a little bit closer to that level of skill…) 

I thought of that while cleaning a glass, and suddenly a memory of the water Tsubaki once made for me came to mind.

The way the petals melted on my tongue, the faint sweetness — I wanted to have another taste of it, just once more. 

(I wonder if… Tsubaki-kun was thinking of me when he prepared that water, even for a split second.) 

Despite it being a weekday night, the café had a steady stream of customers. The seats were never completely filled, but they were never completely empty either. 

Soon, it was almost time to close, and the last couple stood up to leave.

Yumeka: Have a good night, take care. 

Once they were gone, the café fell silent. 

Yumeka: Okay, I’ll hurry up and clean, then head home too. 

(I probably won’t be able to sleep tonight either, but I should at least get into bed and try.)

I quickly wiped down the countertop with a cloth, and it was at that moment, the café door swung open.

(Oh no. I forgot to flip the sign to “Close”.)

Yumeka: I’m sorry. We’re closed for the nigh— eh? 

My words caught in my throat when I saw who came in. 

Tsubaki: … 

I exclaimed without thinking.

Yumeka: T-Tsubaki-kun!? Why are you… 

Tsubaki: … I just happened to be passing by, so I thought I’d come inside for a bit. 

Tsubaki: But it looks like you're done for the day. 

He shrugged.

Despite my confusion, I hurriedly gestured toward a seat at the counter.

Yumeka: I don’t mind if it’s just for a bit… here, have a seat.

Tsubaki: … Thanks. 

Tsubaki sat down and let his gaze wander around the café.

Tsubaki: Nice place.

And then his eyes stopped on the flowers that were on display at the end of the counter.

Tsubaki: You put them there.

Yumeka: Eh? Oh, yeah, I did. The customers like them, so…— 

(Calm down. You need to calm down, Yumeka.) 

I stole a brief glance at Tsubaki after responding, trying my best to keep my voice calm as I asked. 

Yumeka: What would you like to order? 

Tsubaki stared silently at the menu lying on the countertop, then muttered in a soft voice. 

Tsubaki: Sangria. 

I flipped the sign on the café door to “Close” before heading into the kitchen to prepare a drink for my last customer — Tsubaki. 

(Is it even possible for him to “just happen to be passing by”...? Considering this is Tsubaki-kun.) 

As thoughts and questions started coming into my mind, I took out some fruits and cut them with a knife.

I dropped the cut fruit into the glass, then reached for a wine bottle from the rack. 

Tsubaki: … 

Tsubaki rested his elbow on the counter, waiting for his drink with a weary, faraway look in his eyes. 

(Ugh… why am I getting nervous…?) 

I uncorked the white wine, forcing strength into my hands that threatened to start trembling if I let my guard down, and poured into the glass. 

For the final touch, I gently floated a sprig of mint and placed the finished drink in front of Tsubaki. 

Yumeka: Here you go. 

Tsubaki reached out, took the glass, and slowly brought it to his mouths

Yumeka: H-how is it? 

He took a second sip and spoke without looking my way. 

Tsubaki: … It’s not bad. 

It seemed that I’d met his tastes. 

I heaved a sigh of relief, the tension instantly slipping from my body. 

Tsubaki didn’t say another word after, he only sat there sipping his sangria in silence. 

(Did he really just happen to pass by?)

Unanswered questions piled up inside my heart. 

(Is he here because he’s curious about the café I run? Or did he hear something from Ryo?) 

(— Did he come because he wanted to see me?) 

Ever since learning that my dreams were linked with reality, I’d been fearing having to see him again. 

But now, with him sitting right before me, I felt nervous… yet strangely, the fear and awkwardness wasn't there. 

(Maybe because the Tsubaki-kun in front of me right now feels exactly like the Tsubaki-kun I’ve always known.) 

Time passed by slowly in the silence — until Tsubaki finally looked up. 

Tsubaki: You were about to close, weren't you? Sorry. 

Yumeka: Um. 

He finished the remaining sangria then quietly placed the payment on the countertop. 

Tsubaki: Thanks for the drink.

Yumeka: T-thank you very much for coming. 

He opened the door and left without looking back.

(He’s gone… in the end, I couldn't ask him anything.) 

…

I immediately went back to cleaning up — finally, I locked the back door and looked up at the sky.

Stars flickered faintly in the night sky above the dark alleyway.

(Sigh… I guess I’m not sleeping tonight either.) 

I knew I was going to stay up all night thinking about Tsubaki… 

With that thought running through my mind, I started walking. 

Yumeka: … Huh?

To my surprise, I spotted a slender figure leaning against the brick wall. 

Yumeka: Tsubaki-kun!? 

Tsubaki: … 

Tsubaki pushed himself off the wall.

Yumeka: What are you doing here at this hour?

Tsubaki: Waiting for you. 

Yumeka: Waiting for…? Why? 

Keeping a small distance between us, I managed to ask.

Tsubaki, while still staring straight at me, spoke. 

Tsubaki: I lied about it being a coincidence. I went to Tapir because I wanted to see you, to ask for a reason.

Yumeka: R-reason? 

Tsubaki: … Anyone would be curious if someone they saw often just suddenly stopped showing up. 

Yumeka: Uhh, t-that's… 

Tsubaki must've realised that I had learned the truth about the version of him in Mugenrō and the one who works at Hana's Flowers were the same person, and that dreams and reality were linked.

I lowered my gaze, and Tsubaki continued. 

Tsubaki: You're heading home, right? I'll walk you. 

Yumeka: H-hold on— 

I ended up following him in spite of myself. 

…

Trailing a few steps behind him, I followed Tsubaki.

He walked in silence, occasionally glancing back to check if I was still there, but his facial expression remained as unreadable as ever. 

…

Tsubaki walked me straight to my apartment. 

Yumeka: Y-you actually remembered the way. 

The day we went to visit my grandparents' graves, he accompanied me back home to my apartment too. 

(Come to think of it, that was the first time I told him about my dreams.) 

[ Flashback ] 

Tsubaki: I know you want to achieve your dream as quickly as possible.

Tsubaki: But you can't do anything for anyone else if you don't take care of yourself first. 

Tsubaki: No matter how much fertiliser you give to a seed, it’s not going to sprout and be in full bloom the next day, is it?

Tsubaki: Plants store water and sunlight to prepare themselves to bloom at their own pace. 

Tsubaki: I think you need to learn how to care for yourself too, not only caring for a plant. 

[ Flashback End ]

— Those words hit close to home, but I hadn't been able to put them into practice. 

I was still spending sleepless nights, and exhaustion built up as days went by. 

Yumeka: Umm… your memory's pretty good, huh. 

Tsubaki: I guess. 

The conversation died there. 

The only sound in the still night was the tapping of our footsteps on the pavement. 

Tsubaki: Hey. 

He came to a slow stop and turned to face me just as we arrived in front of my apartment.

Tsubaki: You still haven't been sleeping, have you?

Tsubaki: If you’re working till this late every day after your day job at the company, there’s no way you’re sleeping enough.

Yumeka: T-that’s not true. I get plenty of sleep on my off days. 

Tsubaki: Liar.

Yumeka: …! 

Tsubaki: Anyone can tell just by looking at you. Even at the start of the week, you don’t look well rested at all. And your health’s been in a bad condition lately, right? 

The way he hit the nail on the head with every sentence left me speechless. 

Tsubaki: If even the scented sachets I made for you aren’t helping, then it’s more serious than you think.

Yumeka: … I know. But I really don’t know what to do. 

I stared down at my feet, clenching my jaw, and Tsubaki let out a sigh. 

Tsubaki: Give me your hand.

Yumeka: Huh? 

Before I could process it, he grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand out.

Tsubaki: Take this. 

He placed something in the palm of my hand. 

Yumeka: T-this is… 

— There was no mistaking it. It was that incense. 

Tsubaki: You already know I'm not human.

Tsubaki: I live in the city during the day, and work as a courtesan at Mugenrō in the afterlife by night. 

Yumeka: … Yeah. 

Hearing it straight from his mouth made my head spin, but I managed a nod in response.

Tsubaki: You felt better after spending the night with me at Mugenrō, didn't you? Because you were able to sleep. 

Yumeka: That’s… true…

But I paid for those with spirit stones.

In other words, I was buying Tsubaki. 

And despite knowing full well that he hated humans, I kept choosing him and forcing him to spend time with me… 

Yumeka: Thanks. But Mugenrō… I… 

Before I could say “I won’t go there anymore”, Tsubaki cut me off. 

Tsubaki: You’re seriously stubborn, you know that? 

Tsubaki: Maybe you feel guilty for going to a brothel.

Tsubaki: But unlike humans, demons don’t find that shameful at all. We live by our desires, unashamed and free. Spending a night at Mugenrō is nothing more than just another way of passing time. 

Tsubaki: So there’s no need for you to overthink it.

Yumeka: Is that… how you feel too, Tsubaki-kun? 

Tsubaki: Of course. I’m not human, after all. 

As he spoke, Tsubaki leaned forward. His shadow fell over me.

A sweet scent tickled my nose. 

(…—ggh.) 

I gulped and froze as he whispered into my ear in a low voice. 

Tsubaki: You know I’m good at reviving plants, right? 

His usually clear and emotionless voice now took on a sultry tone. 

Tsubaki: I’ll make your flower bloom too, so… come to Mugenrō. 

His words struck like a lightning bolt, setting my cheeks ablaze. 

Tsubaki: — This time, I’ll be the one waiting for you, Yumeka. 

…

Even after I got home, I couldn’t stop thinking about the look in Tsubaki’s eyes when he said those words.

(Tsubaki-kun is waiting for me.) 

My body wouldn’t cool down, and I didn’t know if it was because I’d just gotten out of the bath or because of him… 

My eyes kept drifting toward the incense sitting on top of my dresser, its fragrance gently filling the room.

(Maybe… it’s really okay for me to go. I’m still unsure, but…) 

I opened the drawer, picked up the incense with trembling fingers, and placed it on a small dish. 

(Right now — I just want to see Tsubaki.) 

[ask-postcrash-curly]

hi curlster!

this may send late and you might have already gotten your answer?

i thought the word was familiar. esquizofrenic seems to mean schizophrenic in another language, google translate’s saying it’s from portuguese and when i look it up it just gives schizophrenia articles. i have this disorder!

i didn’t really want to bring him up, and i’m very sorry, but, i’ve never heard anything about “Jimmy having schizophrenia” up until that ask. i’ve only heard about like, you guys experiencing psychosis symptoms and whatnot, which could be from many different things, right? i don’t know much about what goes on over there other than what you’ve told us. does he have it?

err.. um. hmm.

circling back to the disorder. something funny. ish. forgive me, this is personal, but in this moment i hold no shame. a few of the symptoms i experience are “thought insertions and thought broadcasting”, which are self explanatory- i believed thoughts were being sent to me from external sources, and that my thoughts were being, well, broadcasted. it used to be like, really bad, but i’m medicated now, so it’s not as prominent and i’m much more aware of what’s going on.

on occasion, when i see other people communicating with you, i get a very strong sense of deja vu. particularly when people send you things you don’t like. and sometimes the funnier ones. i get “sent” really awful things and the thought stays very prominent in my mind. it’s awful that they do that to you.

anyway, like, for the actual funny thing, i do still experience these symptoms, though i’m aware they’re delusions. so, as an inside joke with myself i tend to quote you in response to these thoughts, or just think about you, and i feel better about it. so like. thank you. genuinely.

i know our situations are very, very different, and that the messages you are receiving are very real, but i say all this because i want to give you context for my gratitude. you have helped me a lot. [AND THANK YOU MOD AS WELL. love this blog. makes me smile forever.]

moving on, i did want to ask you something. i’ve been trying to draw, uh, landscapes? places. instead of people. i’ve been drawing people too much. if you can, could you describe to me a place you want to see? anything you want. i’ll try to recreate it. can’t promise any accuracy. it’s gonna be in this pixely-vector style, if you know what i’m talking about. a friend told me it reminded her of some of the first 3d vector games.

above here is this ask’s Mind Object. this is my friend. i have made myself acquainted with this friend very recently. and today you can get to know them as well.

how do i conclude these? they always feel incomplete!!! whatever.

yours truly, nonsensechemicalsster

Hey, Nonsensechemicalsster!

Oh, no, I hadn't gotten an answer to that one. So thank you for that! ...Why does the dragon know Portuguese?? I have to admit I don't know that much about schizophrenia. Or why Jim would have it, honestly. If you're willing to share I'd like to hear. Only if you're comfortable.

No, it's okay. I mean, I brought him up too— Right, time delay. Yeah, uh, I saw the video of the game, and I know it... looked like he was hallucinating. Not sure if it was meant to be real hallucinations or, what do you call it, a narrative tool. Not like I can ask him... Ha, ha... He's never been diagnosed. I would have known if he was. But I've never been diagnosed with insomnia and I've definitely got that, so not having a diagnosis doesn't mean shit. I don't know. I'll never know now.

Hey, c'mon. You don't have to ask forgiveness for that. Honestly, I'd like to know more about you. You're an interesting character, you know? I think this is the longest I've heard you talking, uh... Saying "normally" sounds bad, but for lack of a better word, that. Not that I mind how you usually speak! Was just taken aback to hear you talking so differently from that. ...Okay, uh, thought broadcasting... I know the feeling. Not the same, obviously! But, you know. Glad it isn't as bad for you at least!

Ah, jeez, sorry if this is bringing back any bad memories. ...Thank you. I'm sorry that you can relate. The bad things... Once they're gone from my mind, I still remember them. So in a sense they never leave. And while they're there, not thinking about them is impossible. Can't look away, can't make it stop. It's all-consuming and I hate it.

Hah, really? Thanks. I'm... That's actually very nice to know. I'm glad I could help in some way after how much you've helped me.

Yeah no you've helped me a lot too. The things you tell and show me are unpredictable and frankly often bonkers, but I can count on them to be sincere, friendly, and never cruel. That means a lot. You'd always bring a smile to my face if my face still had the ability to smile.

That's a very kind offer. Let me think of a good one...

Got it. Here goes. Hope I can do it justice. There's, uh... My sister and I went to Alaska once with a couple friends. (Jim among them.) We did this dogsledding thing on a glacier. Completely brilliant time. The ground was all white and snowy in every direction. Seemed to go on forever. Aside from the dogs' footprints, it was really smooth, too. Absolutely freezing, only the sky was this really bright blue. Nearly cloudless. And there were these mountains on either side, huge dark cliffs and chunks of rock doused in even more snow. Practically glowing in the sun. Everything was so damn bright. (Luckily, we were warned to wear sunglasses.) But it... it wasn't like this room, you know? All white and bright, but not painful. Not empty or lonely or awful. It was really, really great.

Thank you for asking.

Hah, wow, I love it. Thank you so much for the mind object. I love your friend and look forward to getting to know them.

Again, thank you!! Talk soon!!

[machiavelli]

You know…speaking English with friends in real life has been an immense help in achieving fluency. I still remember the summer I turned sixteen—my two friends and I decided we would only speak English whenever we got together. By the end of August, our accents had improved drastically. Nowadays, I don’t really care much about how I sound. Although I do enjoy imitating accents for fun, I’m content knowing that whatever accent I have now is understandable. Still, two years ago, I found myself at a crossroads. It might sound extremely silly, but those were my personal limits, and I hope they’re respected, even if they seem odd. That summer at sixteen left me with the habit of constantly thinking in English. It got to a rather embarrassing point where I struggled to recall certain Italian words. I particularly had trouble with “dipendente” (= addicted), for instance. I also began speaking Italian in a way that felt like I was directly translating from English—not just sentence structures, but even the subtleties in phrasing, which don’t naturally align with Italian. Therefore I forced myself to stop thinking or speaking English aloud wherever possible (I do like talking to myself when I’m alone, judge me if you want, but I don’t care). I was genuinely scared that I was losing fluency in my own language. Thankfully, I got better. Looking back, I suppose that phase came from spending so much time immersed in English-speaking spaces.

It was also then that I started noticing just how much English has permeated the Italian language. While some of these borrowed terms aren’t officially part of our dictionary yet, it’s surprising how often people use words like “droppare” or “reschedulare”. All. The. Time. (There are SO MANY of those but I can’t think any other examples right now, I’m sorry). In my opinion, this trend is diminishing the richness of our language. I understand that no language is static—we are constantly evolving, and linguistic dynamism is inevitable—but is this the direction we truly want to go? Personally, I don’t want English to become “the new Latin”.

This little scribble doesn’t really have a central point, other than highlighting how much the English-centric world has shaped me—and continues to shape everyone else’s lives. It’s just a passing thought I had while reading a moot’s post and in light of today being the so-called “TikTok ban day” (or so I’ve been told). Even if this doesn’t mark the actual end of TikTok (allegedly?), its eventual decline feels inevitable. And when that time comes, I’m certain that lurking just around the corner, ready to take its place, is yet another short-term dopamine machine. Still, this event got me reflecting on the enormous impact TikTok has had over nearly half a decade—on what we consume, how it has propelled countless individuals into prominence across various industries, and the ripple effects it’s left behind. Now, as the era of TikTok’s hegemony begins to wane, the real question is: who or what will rise to fill the void? And, perhaps more importantly, how will this shift affect us all?

— Discorso che poteva essere fatto tranquillamente in italiano.

[utapri-translations-uuuu]

Special Mini Story: Your Name - Translation (君の名前)

Translator's notes can be found at the end and are marked with an asterisk.

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Key

Hijikata Toshizo - Otori Eiichi

Nagakura Shinpachi - Sumeragi Kira

Todo Heisuke - Mikado Nagi

Okita Soji - Otori Eiji

Kondo Isami - Kiryuin Van

Harada Sanosuke - Hyuga Yamato

Saito Hajime - Amakusa Shion

Kondo: … Well then, I think we’ll wrap up today’s meeting here. Does anyone have anything they would like to add?

Todo: Yes, I have a proposal.

Kondo: What is it, Todo-kun?

Todo: About the headquarters. Don’t you feel like they’ve been getting a bit cramped recently? Even though we’re companions with the same ideals, we still want to have our personal space. Right now, we’re all a little too close to each other.

Hijikata: Are you saying that you want to move? I understand your reasoning. I certainly acknowledge the need for it.

Harada: If you’re going to do it anyway, make it a house with a really high lintel, Hijikata-san. That would be more convenient, I’m sure.

Todo: Don’t make unnecessary, unreasonable demands. Things are finally progressing nicely, and that would just interfere, don’t you think?

Okita: Moving, huh... If the headquarters are going to be bigger, then the garden will too, right? Maybe we can even keep that cat from before.

Harada: Ah, is it the small black cat you met while on patrol?

Saito: A little cat… merely stroking its soft fur seems to bring a simple joy...

Okita: Yes. This isn’t an unreasonable demand, right?

Harada: Well, hmm… I don’t think whether you can keep it or not is a matter of space in the first place.

Hijikata: Harada is right. No matter how large a house we move into, keeping a cat inside is prohibited. First of all, cats should be allowed to roam freely in the town for the public good of rodent control.

Okita: It can’t be… The kind of comfort a cat provides is also necessary in life.

Hijikata: No matter what anyone says, I won’t change my mind. It’s a no.

Nagakura: ... Hijikata-san’s idea that "cats should be allowed to roam free" seems outdated now. Anyway, putting that aside, what was prohibited earlier was "bringing them into the house." In other words, doesn’t that mean that "it’s okay to keep them as pets even now, as long as they’re allowed to roam free"?

Kondo: That’s true. As for me, I didn’t mind either way, so I was thinking of respecting Toshi’s wishes. If Toshi agrees, then I have nothing more to say.

Saito: I see, your earlier words were meant to encourage deep reflection... I apologize for not realizing your profound thoughts, Hijikata-san.

Hijikata: No, it’s not like that at all…

Okita: What’s with that? If you’re going to allow it, then please say it clearly. But thank you.

Harada: I honestly thought it was not a possibility, too. I’m sorry for the misunderstanding, Hijikata-san.

Todo: We’re getting off track. We’re going ahead with the move, correct?

Kondo: Ah, of course. Living conditions are important.

Todo: If that’s settled, okay. Shall we continue talking about the cat? If we’re going to have one, we’ll need to think of a name for it.

Saito: Well... the one who deserves the credit this time is Nagakura-san. How about we call it ‘Shinpachi’ so we don’t forget the gratitude we owe him...?

Nagakura: I appreciate the thought, but absolutely not.

Harada: Then, wouldn’t ‘Eiji’* be fine?

Nagakura: My childhood name? Enough already, leave my name alone. I’d rather not use either of them.

Okita: In that case, why not just ask Nagakura-san to name it on behalf of all of us?

Harada: That sounds good. Pick a good one.

Nagakura: … Alright, uh. … Well then, Shi…

Todo: I don’t think you would, but since it’s a special opportunity, something like ‘Shinsengumi’ is a no-go, okay? Try to be a bit more creative.

Hijikata: It's hard to say that ‘Makoto’ (integrity) is creative either.

Kondo: Using the toponym, ‘Mibu’, seems a bit too easy... What do you think? Can you think of anything?

Nagakura: …

Harada: Ah, do you want me to help you as well?

Nagakura: No, it’s fine. This is the role that was assigned to me. I will fulfill it no matter what. ... How about ‘Shingetsu’*? After the new moon, the moon will gradually wax. It’s a symbol of hope for the future. I thought it suits us now.

Saito: How wonderful... As a sign of our comradeship, I want to make a neck ornament out of the same cloth as our haori.

Okita: Great idea! Let’s get started right away. I can’t wait to put it on the kitty.

Harada: If you’re going to make a neck ornament, you’ll need a bell. I think I have one attached to my amulet, so use that.

Kondo: We were able to find a suitable name. Thank you, Nagakura-kun.

Nagakura: … Yes. That’s a relief.

Todo: Hey, Hijikata-san. I think ‘Shingetsu’ is good too, but in the end, it still has Nagakura-san’s name in it, doesn’t it?

Hijikata: I know you’re smart. However, since he hasn’t noticed it himself, just keep quiet about it. … Hey, everyone, remember it’s still a free-roam situation.

Translator's notes:

*1 Eiji- 栄治 (prosperity, peace). Nagakura’s childhood name. Different kanji combination from our Otori Eiji (瑛二)

*2 Shingetsu- 新月 (new moon). As Todo pointed out, it still uses the “shin” from Shinpachi (新八)

[wildflower-otome]

[Translation] Shuuen no Virche EpiC:lycoris - Mathis Claude - Encore After Story

Source: Shuuen no Virche EpiC:lycoris Special Edition Booklet Note: Spoilers for Mathis's Side End -Encore- below.

A distance that can't be closed – Mathis Encore Ending After Story

—No matter who dies, the world continues to revolve. Human activity will not disappear and fade away.

If one were to think of it that way, the world was cruel at the same time as it made it easier for one to look towards the future.

‘…………’

With such thoughts in my mind, I continued to walk alone through the marché. And as I did so—

—‘Have you read that novel everyone’s been talking about these days?’

I heard the voices of some women whispering.

…..The rumours of the Deliverer that had had the country in an uproar forgotten, recently this had become the only topic they talked about.

The one volume that without fail would always be kept in stock if one were to stop by any shop that sold books—was what now had Arpéchéle abuzz.

(I’m really not quite sure how to feel about it…..)

Because no matter how popular his books became, the day when he would be able to hear people sing his praises for himself would never come.

* * *

‘—Mathis?’

‘!’

In the dark space, her voice echoed out.

I immediately headed over to the iron bars from the far end of the cell in which I was imprisoned.

‘This voice—it must be you. You’ve come to see me again today?’

‘Yes. I thought I might be able to help you with your writing.....and I’ve also brought you some food.’

The lively sounding voice belonged to my beloved.

I could tell that she was smiling, but it wasn’t possible for me to confirm that for myself.

—Previously, I had crushed my own eyes in order to kill myself as the “Deliverer.”

Hearing her voice and feeling her touch through the iron bars like this was now the only way we could interact with one another.

‘I’ve made plenty, so please eat as much as you like. I made sure to put a lot of your recent favourite ingredients into them too.’

‘Wah, thank you so much…..!’

Thanks to Scien’s arranging it, she had been given permission to bring me food. 

Taking a sandwich out from the basket, she passed it to me through the bars.

‘Um. This is the pointy part, so I should hold it like this, right—?’

After feeling out the shape of the sandwich by touch, I began to eat it carefully, making sure that the contents didn’t spill out.

‘Yeah, this is delicious! I feel as if I could eat a hundred of them.....!’

‘Make sure to eat up so you’ve got the energy for writing. .....Is the plotting for your story going well?’

‘Sure is. It’s what I spend all day thinking about after all.’

After eating a number of the sandwiches, I came to sit down just before the bars.

Following my lead, she sat down just across from me, and I heard the sound of the manuscript papers she had brought with her being unfurled.

‘I thought of an idea of how to continue the next part of the story from last time. The male main character actually has a secret he’s hiding from the person he loves—’

‘Is it.....something serious?’

‘No, just something he’s a little worried about. .....But to him it’s something important, perhaps something he can’t tell the other person precisely because they’re someone he cares about.....’

Even without my saying the words, “Let’s begin” she continued on with writing the story I had put together.

Although the sound of her pen moving across the page in unison with my words felt very comforting to hear.....

‘...............’

‘.....Is something the matter? Was I speaking too fast?’

.....I could sense her slight hesitation. 

I stopped my storytelling and turned my face in her direction.

‘Ah, I’m sorry. .....Recently, they’re always talking about them at the marché…and I guess I’ve got mixed feelings on it.’ 

‘Ah.....’

‘I never really thought that a novel I published for my own self-satisfaction would become so popular either. .....Even though it should be common knowledge that the author is me, "the Deliverer" serial killer.’

.....That’s right. The novel I had written while in prison had caught the eye of someone from a prominent family, and subsequently spread across Arpéchéle on a whim of theirs.

Reception had been chilly at first, considering the number of women who had been my victims, however—a change gradually occurred once more and more people began to actually read it.

Despite being written by a cold-blooded killer, I had heard that it had been praised as a pure and beautiful story—one that had moved the hearts of many, reliver and human alike. .....Although to me such praise seemed excessive.

‘It makes me happy that so many people are reading your story, Mathis, but.... Recently there have been people saying they find it interesting because it was written by a murderer.....’

‘.....It’s understandable that they’d be curious. I’ve decided to buy books in the past myself because of who wrote it..... In a sense, being ridiculed like that might just be another part of my punishment.’

‘.....Mathis.’

‘Ah, but still—the novels I write are always full of my feelings for you. If even just a bit of that can get across to people, I’m more than happy!’

Not wanting to sadden her, I smiled to show that I was thinking positively.

(.....Although truth be told, I don’t even have the right to smile like this.)

That was only a given, considering what I had done.

Nonetheless, at the very least, I wanted to be allowed to smile in order not to darken that of my beloved’s.

‘.....Heheh. It’s almost as if I’m being the one being cheered up. I think you’d have a hard time telling who was the older one now.’

‘Glad to hear it. As a man, I want you to rely on me as much as possible.’

But with that thought, a certain possibility came to my mind.

‘.....Camille is in hiding right now, but I wonder if he’s been reading my novels these days.’

‘...I’m not sure. I’d be curious to know, too.’

Despite Scien being the one behind the search for him, he had yet to be caught.

Although I didn’t know whether or not his experiments had succeeded in reviving Rosalie.....

‘.....Mathis.’

‘!’

Just as I was thinking about such things, my cheeks were enveloped in a gentle warmth.

—It took me a few seconds to realise that it was her hands that were covering my cheeks.

‘Y-You startled me. Did something happen all of a sudden?’

‘.....You’re always thinking about others, Mathis, but I worry for you. At least while it’s just the two of us—you can be selfish, you know?’

‘Ah......’

It appeared she had read my thoughts. Now that she had seen through to my complicated thoughts on the man who had been the cause of everything, I was full of remorse.

(Camille’s experiments left wounds on her heart—he cannot be forgiven. To make up for what he did, I want to put her at ease right now.)

At the same time, her feelings for me made me so happy that I smiled.

‘.....In that case. Would you kiss me? It’ll have to be through the bars though.’

‘—Gladly.’

As she answered, she drew me closer. Through the limited gaps between the iron bars, our lips pressed against each other’s.

They were tinged with a heat that was slightly hotter than the warmth that had enveloped my cheeks earlier.

.....Until my sinful life was over, this was as close as we would ever be able to get to one another.

Although I felt very apologetic about that—

‘I’ll always be with you, Mathis. .....Until our lives run out, let’s keep writing novels together.’

I felt as if her cheerful sounding voice, untinged with even a hint of gloom—was my one and only salvation.

[freisende]

Ensemble Stars! - Memories Selection: Checkmate Episode 5 - 孤独な玉座 (The Lonely Throne) English Translation

Provided by Happy Elements, あんスタチャンネル on Youtube

Ensemble Stars Memories Selection: Checkmate 『チェックメイト』 Adapted from Ensemble Stars! Story: Checkmate Written by: 日日日 (Akira) English Translation: Freiya

*All copyrights of the stories, scene pictures and writings, all belong to Happy Elements. I only translated the scenes into English to help overseas fans understand the dialogues. I do not own any copyrights other than the English Translation*

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Izumi: You’re late, Leo-kun!

Izumi: It's basic to be on time, right? Don’t you lack the sense of being the leader?

Leo: Ahaha~! Sorry, sorry. You know… in truth, just now I was negotiating a bit with the unit we’re supposed to be facing off.

Eichi: Negotiate…?

Izumi: *Izumi takes a walk forward* …Now that I think about it, not even one of them has shown up yet, have they? Well, they don’t even have the will to do their activities from the start. So I thought they don’t intend to participate in the rehearsal, and will just go straight directly in the real live, though?

Leo: Hm. They’re really like that, huh? Recently, I have finally understood. Everyone, all of them, I thought they’re my lovely friends. But I wonder what they think? I was thinking; do they also think of me as a precious being, like Sena do? I was very curious about this as of late. That’s why the other day, I had Mama[1] help me negotiate, and I directly faced the former member of Chess regarding this one-on-one. I’m also a boy, so I’m worthless if I am always just being protected by Sena, right? 

Izumi: *Izumi puts a confused expression while looking at Madara*

…What do you mean?

Madara: Hmm… let’s hear it directly from Leo himself, okay?

Izumi: …

*Everyone is silent and hear Leo’s explanation deeply*

Leo: …I went all around and asked everyone. I asked them, “What do you think of me? What am I to you?” They gave me various answers. But there is not much meaning in words. “A friend. A comrade, I love you”, you can say anything with your mouth, right? 

That’s why I narrowed it to choices. 

Izumi: …Choices?

Leo: Yup. Me, or the songs I composed. I made them choose. If they like me, regard me as a friend, and still want to be friends with me, I won’t let them use my songs anymore. But if they choose to be my enemies, I will let them use my songs just like always up to now. When I presented them with those choices, Sena, what do you think happened there? 

Leo: Everyone, without any hint of hesitation, with smiling expression on their faces, they directly choose to be my enemies! Ahahahahahaha! Laughable, right, Sena? What they love isn’t me, but my songs! Well, that’s obvious though, because I’m a genius! The songs I made are great masterpieces! Ahahahaha, ahahaha! Hey, Sena, Tenshi, it was steeped in my mind that I was loved. I thought I had spent my youth well happily with these friendful comrades.

Leo: But, it was just me being mistaken by myself! Ahahahahaha, ahahahahahaha, ahahahaha, ahaha! 

Izumi: Leo-kun, well…!

Leo: No, wait a moment, Sena! Hear me out! *Leo holds out his hand to Izumi* Starting this point is the climax masterpiece! I said just now that I was negotiating, right? I don’t want them to ruin and make a mess of the live that Sena and everyone else has been preparing well for, so I thought it would be best for them to just back off if they don’t want to do it!

***

–Flashback to the scene of Leo negotiating before–

Chess’ former member A: Don’t stand on today’s checkmate stage?

Leo: Yup. You would still get the pay. Not a bad deal, right?

Chess’ former member B: Okay~! I’ll ride that big negotiation deal.

Leo: …I see…

Chess’ former member C: Yeah. Even if we face off, we can’t win against you guys.

Chess’ former member D: If we don’t need to stand on stage but still get paid, that way definitely would be better for us too.

Chess’ former members: Ahahahahahaha. 

Leo: …In truth, I was hoping that they would reject this negotiation. I wanted to explode, “Don’t be ridiculous!”, I wanted to beat and mess them up!

…Hey. what’s up with those guys? Are they really idols? For what purpose do they live? Isn’t it to do their best in things they like in their life?

Izumi: Leo-kun… *Izumi reaches out for Leo’s shoulders*

Leo: …Sena, this is your fault, you know!

Izumi: …Huh?

Leo: You’re the first person I met in this school. You’re the guy that I got close to and you always do your best. That’s why I thought everyone else was like that too…! Idols are amazing, and if it’s here I can definitely make friends. It made me believe that it would be like that, I was made to believe that things were like that. That’s why! Everything, all of it is your fault, Sena!

Izumi: …Why…*Izumi backs off* …Why is it my fault, Leo-kun…?

Madara: …. *Madara looks quietly at them*

***

–Madara calls Izumi out to the archery club’s practice field to talk–

Izumi: …Mikejima, what is it that you need to talk about? It’s about time for the stage to start, I need to do my makeup, change my clothes… I’m busy, though.

Madara: Hm. I thought that you needed to know, see. So I thought of telling you quietly, you know?

Izumi: …Haa? 

Madara: On that day, I was passing by this archery club’s practice field. And I heard the voice of a cat crying inside, as if asking for help. I entered here, and I witnessed that appearance of Leo-san. 

*Little John meows*

Leo: Hm~♪ Hm~♪ Hm~♪ Hm~♪ *Leo sings a melody*

Madara: …! *Madara was surprised and hurried to rush inside, but stop in the middle of the way, while gritting his teeth*

With the flowing blood from his broken right hand as a writing tool, Leo-san was writing music scores, and composing a song with his blood. While crying, he was saying this:

Leo: I’m happy…! This is the first time I’m feeling such pain! What a fortunate moment, ahahaha! Ah, it’s flowing, it’s flowing here…! Inspiration! Ahahahaha…!

Madara: I rushed to the infirmary to call for help, but when I came back, Leo-san was gone.

Izumi: I see. 

(So after that, he came to my place, in the practice room…)

Madara: I investigated, and finally I got it. This place has become a kind of hanging out place for delinquents and those bad guys with no ethic, you see?That day too, they played and did bad things to the cat that got lost here. It’s a very disgusting, bad story, though. They used lighters to burn it, used arrows to hurt it. That was how it came to Leo-san trying to stop them using his body. And the result of it, was like that. The delinquents got scared and they ran off, apparently. Then that’s how I found out. When I saw that appearance of Leo-san, I was too shocked. I thought, perhaps because of the unbearable pain, something has gone off in Leo-san’s head. But the truth, it was not like that.

Madara: Leo-san was trying his best desperately in telling himself: “It’s no one’s fault. This is not a tragedy. If else, I’m feeling happy. Using this experience, I can write out a great masterpiece!” That’s what he must have thought in his head.

Izumi: …That guy… Leo-kun is… an idiot with a good heart of a person, so something like hating other people– he can’t truly hate anyone from the bottom of his heart. And that’s why in Chess, he’s being used delightly by other people. 

Madara: Hm. If you have comprehended that much, then I would like for you to watch for Leo-san carefully, closely by his side. That child is fragile. I am trying my best as his friend, but I can’t always remain by his side to watch him. But you, you’re his comrade and his equivalent, aren’t you? So I’m begging you. Please don’t make that good child unhappy.

Izumi: …Even if you told me that…! I am just a fellow unit member… not his family, or even a friend. I’m busy with myself already and have other things to fulfil. I can’t take care of each and every one of his problems.

***

–Back in the auditorium, audiences have begun to gather to watch the stage–

Leo: Aah Sena~! Se~na, just where have you gone off to? The audiences have entered and gathered here, you know!

Arashi: Hey, hey, Izumi-chan. All the members of our opposing units have surrendered, right? Then, you don’t need extra helping members, right? *Arashi looks at Ritsu*

Ritsu: Um. *Ritsu nods his head at Arashi*

Izumi: *Izumi looks around*…Where are Tenshouin and Aoba?

Leo: They have gone back! I asked them to. I’m the leader, you see. I have that much of an authority, right?

Ritsu: Well, us too…

Arashi: Can go back home, right?

Leo: No! You guys should go sing. From what I’ve seen you guys are pretty good. I’m also curious and want to see how your singing voice sounds!

Arashi: Oh my…

Ritsu: …Eehh?

Leo: It’s time to take off! Let’s go, Sena! *Leo stands up and approaches Izumi* What should I do?

Izumi: …even if you tell me what…?

Leo: I’m stupid, so I can’t figure it out by myself. You’re smart, so you should think it out, and tell me what I should do. I will make your dream come true. 

Leo: As Knights, together with me.

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Translator’s notes:

[1] Leo calls Madara with his unique abbreviated name, “Mama” from MikejiMA MAdara.

Note: This episode made me sob so much omg it hurts, Leo-kun!😭

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[fieryanmitsu]

I’m sorry I can’t be normal about this event 😭😭😭. Just going to cry and word vomit some more over Same Age Group ajwbrkfkskakwkngnfkakaknks!!! LOOK AT THEEEEEM! 😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭

I have so many feelings about these three and their friendship. Just look at how relaxed and buddy buddy they are with each other in this image! 😭 I know they’re all tipsy, but it’s still a fact that they’re great friends and their badge for this event is literally along the lines of “today, at the usual place”. It just makes me so warm and fuzzy that they regularly go out to eat and drink together. Like every time I see them talk about it in voicelines, etc. my heart just clenches and now we get a whole card, song and event about them?!?! I die.

And also the fact that the event teaser description is “The "now" that was unimaginable back then is here.” absolutely destroys me (in the best possible way—I’m being bombarded with all the good feels 😭😭😭). For Tasuku and Tsumugi, they’ve finally reconciled after their fallout and now are acting together when they thought it would never happen again. And, more significantly, the fact that Itaru is part of their group now… when, before Mankai, he never would have thought he’d have friends like this. 😭

And it hits even harder when we look at their gacha cards!!

LIKE WTF?! I wasn’t ready for this?!?! What do you mean Itaru is in the background and implies that these three were so CLOSE to being in each other’s lives during their high school years?!?! I daydream constantly about the “what ifs” of Itaru meeting them earlier in life (like I think about it so much I wrote a whole damn AU series about it 😭) and here it is dangling in our faces 😭😭😭. I just love that the theme of their unbloomed cards is all of them in high school, but then when you get to their bloomed cards…

It’s so obvious that they all have such a presence in each other’s lives! 😭 If we look at that event description teaser especially from Itaru’s POV, he never would have imagined he’d be regularly rubbing elbows with two buddies at an izakaya let alone being so comfortable with people that he would TIE HIS SILLY LITTLE HAIRTIE ON TASUKU’S HAIR and DRINK OUT OF A DUMBBELL BEER GLASS (which he is probably doing out of jokes to Tasuku or maybe just straight up got it as a gift from him).

I’m just so happy that Liber obviously found this friendship so important and significant that they gave us this content and I’m here for it 😭😭😭.

Also the song is SO GOOD?!?! It’s so chill but catchy!! I will cry if they ever perform it at a future Blooming Live concert!! I don’t understand the lyrics but the title of the song being “accord” also just hits me in the feels! 😭 It’s such a positive word to describe their relationship!

I really hope someone will translate the event story, event cards and the song lyrics one day!! If anyone sees the translations somewhere, please hit me up!! Or if any translators wants the raws for translation I can totally supply them!

As a side now, I swear SSR Tsumugi gacha cards are always so hard for me to obtain 🙃. It only took 1,595 gems (11 whole 10-pulls) for me to get one copy of him 🫠🫠🫠. I’ll stop talking now and go back to desperately grinding the rest of my unread content for more gems to try and bloom him 😭😭😭.

[twilightmalachite]

VS★PRINCESS - World Order 6

Characters: Esu, Fuyume

Translator: Mika Enstars

JP Proofreader: 310mc

"I hope some miracle happens…! Like it was all a dream, and I’m gonna wake up and it be the morning of the audition!"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Spring

Location: Hotel in Center of Dome (Guest Room)

Meanwhile, in Esu and Fuyume’s room…

Fuyume: Ufufu. This bed is so nice and fluffy. ♪ Come test it out with Yume, Esu~. ♪

Esu: …And of course, you’ve crawled into my bed like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Fuyume: We’re sharing a room during the audition, it’s not strange. Yume’s sure it was that old man Nice’s idea.

Yume had thought that he was a weird old man, but Yume sees him in just a little bit of a positive light now…♪

Esu: This was so unnecessary of him…

Well, whatever. I don’t even have the energy left today to keep arguing.

Fuyume: Hmm? That’s unlike you. Esu always treats everything as if it is a “grand adventure!”.

Were you getting lonely being unable to be alone with just Yume, after all? Sorry about that. ♪

Esu: Hey, can you please stop pressing me to argue with you more?

I’m pretty depressed to be honest!

I should’ve come more prepared! I’m supposed to know how dangerous it is to start climbing mountains without any preparation!

And Idol auditions are no different, huh~. Thinking back on it, I was way too naive!

Esu: I hope some miracle happens…! Like it was all a dream, and I’m gonna wake up and it be the morning of the audition!

I messed up so bad! Do I reflect? Should I reflect on this all, damnit?!

Fuyume: Esu, you poor thing… You’ve lost all your confidence after today’s fight, haven’t you…

But it’s not a mistake that Esu was invited by old man Nice.

Yume finds that old man unpleasant, but… Yume doesn’t think he’d just invite those with no talent.

Fuyume: You were just a little thrown off, being suddenly surrounded by older people. You definitely have a charm nobody else has.

So, if Esu also does his best, Yume’s sure they’ll all see the good in him.

Efforts, dreams, they’re not always rewarded…

Unlike the world of fairy tales, reality is not kind.

But, Yume’s sure that your efforts will definitely reach someone, somewhere.

At the very least, it will reach Yume.

Yume guarantees that.

Esu: …

Even you can say serious things from time to time, huh… Its sudden change will have me catching a cold.

But, it’s not that I lack the confidence, you know—

…Well, whatever. It’s time we head to bed early today to prepare for tomorrow.

4piece will continue tomorrow. There’s no point in having a drawn-out conversation in a place like this.

Fuyume: ‘Kaay. Got it. Well, Yume’s gonna go and take a bath before you~

Esu: Yeah, since you take a lot of time for self-care before you go to bed. Beats me why I became so familiar with your before-bed routine, though.

Fuyume: Ufufu. ♪ Living together with Esu at his house every day has paid off. Yume hopes you will continue to get to know Yume even better. ♪

Esu: I don’t wanna…! Hurry and take your bath already!

Fuyume: Okay, okay. Esu is so impatient…♪

Esu: Can’t be complacent, can’t take any chances. The word privacy just doesn’t exist for me.

…He was right about me not having any confidence.

Honestly speaking, after seeing something so amazing right in front of your eyes, it would be ridiculous to try to force yourself to show off and then to end up losing, wouldn’t it?

They’re all aiming for the world as a top-notch idol. Meanwhile, I’m in an affiliated organization under Knights, a level underneath them, and I’m being pampered and praised by those around me. I’m screwed.

Maybe that’s what this 4piece is for, in a sense.

For me to live quietly.

For me to give up being an idol.

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[kyouxa]

Amnesia World: Normal World (Part 6)

In terms of the gameplay: Whenever you’re given a choice in the game, the translation will lead to the different choices. The name of your MC will be Y/N (your name) in the translation, but in game screenshots it might mention my name.

August 16th

Nova: Today is the 16th… We only have one more week until the event.

Although we could gather some information, we still don’t know any proper details…

And even though we’ve come so far, we still don’t know a lot. They’re really strict about keeping information secret…

The preparations are going well, but I’m sure we’ll have to ask more detailed questions from now on, so be careful.

So like every day, let’s try to get both some magic powers and information. Let’s do our best, Y/N.

Place: Maids Sheep

Kent: I refuse.

Shin: It’s unfair to demand something like this now, manager.

Waka: But you know. You guys wouldn’t have agreed even if I had asked you directly, would you?

Shin: Obviously not.

Kent: We’re employed by this cafe as kitchen staff. Forcing us to do any more work than that breaches the contract.

Waka: That might be true, but this situation requires…

Shin: No.

Waka: You answered without even listening. How can I possibly convince them both…

Nova: What are they doing so early? Shouldn’t we prepare to open?

Toma: Ah, good morning.

Ikki: Sorry, it must be too noisy. It’s been like this for a while already.

Choices

1) Did something happen?

2) Are they fighting?

— Did something happen?

Ikki: Not really. They’re merely arguing about the lineup for the event.

Toma: It’s not a big problem, but it’s dragging on, and it’s annoying…

— Are they fighting?

Ikki: Don’t worry. It’s nothing that bad.

Toma: If that were to happen, we’d stop them.

end Choices

Waka: Ah, Y/N!? You showed up at the right time!

Nova: Uwah!? That was fast…!

Shin: Don’t try to cut me off just because you can’t argue.

Waka: Your words are too mean…

My heart is being torn to shreds because your words are like sharp blades. I don’t think I will be able to recover unless Y/N heals me.

Shin: My words are as sharp as blades? And you think that’s clever?

Toma: Waka, she doesn’t even understand the situation. If you complain, it only causes more trouble.

Waka: Oh, I’m sorry. We were talking about the day of the event.

I thought we might run out of people to help out on the floor, so I asked Shin and Kent to help out, and they…

Kent: Refuse.

Shin: And we’re not kidding.

Waka: It’s been like this since I first asked them, and they won’t even let me argue. Aren’t they awful?

Nova: I’m not surprised this is their reaction…

Kent: Manager, please stop acting like this when you’re the perpetrator.

Shin: I’m not gonna act sympathetic towards the people surrounding us and making our costumes without getting permission first.

Waka: I told you, even if I asked you guys directly, you wouldn’t have agreed…

Ikki: Here we are again, the conversation starting to loop. Just give it up already, you two.

Shin: I’m not going on the floor, let alone am I going to wear a stupid costume.

Kent: Agreed. We are not the type to serve the customers to begin with.

Even if we had to go out on the floor, the sole reason would be to bring food.

Toma: For us, that alone would help…

Ikki: He’s right. Considering how crowded it gets, there’s a limit to how much two people can do.

Shin: Why not get our enthusiastic women to participate? Have them dress up as men. 

Ikki: …..

— Good idea. That does have its own appeal.

Toma: Hey, Ikki? That’s far from the concept!

Waka: Besides, we don’t have costumes prepared for them. Even if we were to mix and match them, they would not fit.

Ikki:—It’s no use then, Shin. We have no time to fool around.

I know you want to see the girls in men’s clothes, but we have to figure out what to do with ourselves first.

Kent: What a refreshing change of heart, Ikkyu.

Shin: I knew he was that kind of person.

Waka: Come on, Y/N. I want you to say something about this as well. Wouldn’t you want these two to be on the floor as well?

Nova: Manager, you have no dignity whatsoever.

It can’t be helped. I guess this also falls into the category of “fulfilling someone’s wish,” even though we grant him a lot recently.

If we want to avoid being overwhelmed on the floor, we have to somehow convince Kent and Shin.

Shin: Y/N. There’s no point in trying. I’d rather die than look like that.

Kent: I refuse as well. You have no right to force me into something that was not planned from the beginning. 

Nova: Wow, these two are stubborn…

Choices

1) We need to help each other out

2) You are two handsome guys, it must suit you!♡ ♡ ♡

— We need to help each other out

Shin: I’m not a kid anymore, I got this job especially to not interact with guests. 

Kent: I’m here to work, not to deepen my friendship with others as well.

Nova: That’s true, but… we need to think of something that touches their heart.

Kent: …Wait. Why are you making that face all of a sudden? I wasn’t directing anything towards you. 

Shin: You need to stop getting sad so quickly. Even if you look like that—

…..

Kent: …..

Shin: …Okay, fine. I’ll do it. Now stop making that face.

Kent: …Can’t be helped. If it’s for the sake of improving our business’ performance, I will cooperate.

— You are two handsome guys, it must suit you!♡

Shin: Do you think flattery will make us change our mind?

Kent: It doesn’t.

Kent blushes

Kent: …And yet, for you to say something like that to someone’s face… well, it’s surely unusual.

Shin: What are you getting carried away for, Kent? If you give in, you’ll have to do “that”! Get a grip, geez.

Kent: I cannot help it when I’m being approached with the face she’s making…

Shin: Huh? What do you— 

Shin blushes

Shin: …..

Kent: …..

Nova: …..

Shin: Okay, okay. We get it, now stop making that face. We’ll take care of the floor.

Kent: …If this is the only time, I’ll turn a blind eye to it.

end Choices

Nova: Wow… they gave up. Almost as if you’re the owner of the Maids sheep.

Waka: You saved me, Y/N! It’s always best to ask you for help at times like those.

Thank you both for cooperating. Now I can get somewhat through the day. 

Shin: …What do you mean somewhat?

Kent: Give it up, Shin. There’s no point in complaining now.

Waka: Come on, don’t be upset. Once you get used to the floor, it will be fun, you see?

— Now that we’re done. Let’s start with the basics, greeting the customers. 

Shin: Huh?

Waka: Alright, instructors. I’ll leave the rest to you.

Ikki & Toma: Understood.

Shin: …Hey, Toma. You’ll be my teacher? You must be kidding me.

Toma: As you can imagine, both of you need to learn the basic customer service skills first.

Ikki: We, the veteran team, will teach you thoroughly what customer service is all about.

Kent: Ikkyu… Is this what you were planning all along?

Ikki: Wasn’t it obvious? There’s no way I’d miss something like this.

Toma: Manager, I look forward to working with you today. 

Waka: Yes, leave it to me. I will ask you for guidance as well once in a while, alright?

Shin: Hey, stop joking around. I don’t want you to give me classes… !

Toma: Don’t back off now. Take it as a lesson for society, Shin.

Shin: Shit, if I had known Toma would teach me, I would’ve never accepted it!

Kent: …..

Ikki: Hm? You’re so quiet, Ken. You don’t want to complain as well?

Kent: The moment I nodded my head, I lost. There’s no need to protest now.

However, Ikkyu. There’s one thing you’re forgetting about.

Ikki: Hm… ?

Kent: I have this mean look in my eyes, a robot-like voice, pompous manners, and I will not leave space for rational thinking or sentimental arguments. 

I’m the picture-perfect embodiment of an unsociable person. So I want to see how you could possibly shape me into someone serving customers… !

Ikki: …..!! That is… !

Nova: That’s a very accurate self-analysis; it’s amazing that he could say this about himself…

Ikki: …I think it’s simply impossible and reckless to expect to be able to shape you into a friendly person.

But I won’t give up before the challenge even starts.

I will definitely make you into the perfect waiter, Kent!

Kent: If you think you can do it, go ahead and try. My character won’t change with half-hearted coaching.

Ikki: I already told you, didn’t I? I don’t care if you regret this later.

Shin: …..

Toma: Look, Shin. Kent said he’ll join us as well. 

Shin: Geez, let’s get this over with. Let’s go… !

Nova: …..

…I’m praying for both of them. 

This is also for the event and for the sake of your memories…

Waka: Well, now that the most troublesome problem is solved. The morning is finally off to a good start.

Let’s go, Y/N. We have to hurry and open up.

Nova: …He may not look like it, but we shouldn’t underestimate him.

[catchyhuh]

LUP AND LANGUAGE!!

just our special guy today because i’ve realized i have very complex thoughts about my main man’s polyglotism and the way i see it utilized in canon and in fan work from time to time. i will be rambling, i will be going off target, this is a promise SO LET'S GO!

so baseline, lupin was bilingual from almost birth, with the whole mixed upbringing and all. so we know that, from the start. french dad, japanese mom, you-- i mean it would be jarring to somehow not know a lick of either. I MEAN THEY GOTTA TALK TO THE BABY SOMEHOW

when he was about 4, the Horrors began. you can’t be much of an international thief only speaking two languages that are… really only primarily spoken in their countries of origin (canadian french is very different you know) so they started piling on more: spanish, italian, english, german, they tried cantonese too, but he had so much trouble with the tones that they dialed it down to mandarin, and he… still had trouble with the tones, because even as an adult that’s a LOT of voice control that he tends to lose when he’s overly happy or upset. so yeah it was hard for a FOUR year old to manage it

it’s kind of funny though; the first language he could really speak was japanese, and the language he usually defaults to, the language he THINKS in, is STILL japanese. all those language courses just for him to stick to ol’ reliable

however, certain words pop up in french first for him; usually numbers. by the time he was learning to count, his dad was more adamant about him speaking french more, so numbers (and colors) register as french in his head before he runs them through a little translator in his head and goes “TWENTY” at top volume. if somebody is describing a math problem to him in japanese, even though he’s most comfortable IN that language, he has to redo the whole thing in his head in french to really get his answer. yes, it’s miserable for him

the language he speaks SECOND most often is usually english, but more for a comedic beat than anything. ironically, lupin uses english the way some english speakers use french, in a way to be goofy and overdramatic about mundane shit. but also if you buy into the “jigen was born in america” thing then it just makes even MORE sense he’d be speaking it semi-often

the thing about his french is that while it’s still deeply ingrained into him, he… very rarely sees it come up in interactions. even when IN france, he sort of subconsciously removes his personal connection to it out of the picture. it’s like speaking portuguese in brazil, or speaking russian in, uh, russia. more of a needed skill than a part of HIM, really. in order to truly unlock his French Mode, he’d need to be around someone speaking french OUTSIDE of france, because, weird as it may sound, that’s just how he’s connected to it. and then he’d talk to them for a bit, start slipping into it naturally, and he might accidentally lock himself into it for an hour or so after they’re done talking. this is really the only kind of instance that gets him to slip up around any of the other four, because in his mind, why would he be speaking in french when he knows he can better communicate with the sorry bastard in front of him in another language?

i leave you with one final note to a question you could maybe be having idk: so, how many languages CAN lupin speak? and the answer to that is uh. i don’t know. many. whatever is plot relevant. are we like counting piglatin too or

[jone-slugger]

Here's today's @voyagerweek! Day 6: Favorite Holodeck program. In my case, it's Fair Haven, although this fic is rather a tag to Spirit Folk.

Read it on AO3!

Of Cows and Kisses

“Why did you do it?” Harry asks Tom out of the blue as they have a drink at Sullivan’s.

“Do what?” he’s surprised by the question, clearly not knowing what he’s referring to.

It annoys Harry that he doesn’t. That he didn’t even assign to it an ounce of seriousness, a moment’s consideration on how he must have felt.

“Turn Maggie into a cow”.

“Oh, that? It was just a joke”.

He gets as much. It still doesn’t serve as a valid explanation for Harry.

“Yeah, but, why did you do it?”

Tom looks at him, baffled by the insistence.

“I don’t know, Harry. I guess I thought it’d be funny”. There’s a bit of a defensive tone in Tom’s answer, as if he’s uncomfortable by the turn of the conversation. So much so, that he moves his glass of beer in his hands and utters an apology, with his eyes fixed on the beverage: “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you”.

Harry suddenly feels emboldened by the apology, and he replies, “It did hurt”, and then, he confesses, “it’s just that you know that I don’t have the best of luck finding women, and Maggie was, well, sweet. I just wanted to… I guess what I’m trying to say is…”

But words falter in his mouth. He doesn’t really know what it is he’s trying to say to Tom, who’s looking at him with seriousness in his eyes. It’s unusual for his friend—he always deflects to playfulness when things get serious. It’s his way of protecting himself.

A part of Harry appreciates that he’s treating this seriously. Another part is suddenly scared, but he can’t pinpoint why.

“I’m really sorry, Harry”, Tom apologizes again, and the words that follow take him aback. “I guess part of me wanted to sabotage that relationship”.

“What?” Harry is perplexed. Where is this coming from? What does he mean by that?

Tom is biting his lower lip with an expression Harry cannot decipher. Hell, he cannot even begin to understand what this conversation is turning into.

“Harry… the truth is I…” Tom begins, and he stops himself to take a long gulp of his beer. The seconds extend forever in a strange eternity that makes Harry uncomfortable. "The truth is I’m… happy, whenever one of your relationships doesn’t work out because…”

“What are you saying? You’re happy when my relationships fail?” Has the universal translator malfunctioned? Is he understanding him correctly?

“Yes, because… because…”

“Why? I thought you were my friend!” Harry exclaims, irritated, annoyed, baffled.

“I am your friend! I’m only happy because I wish I were more!” Tom’s also shouting now, and all the holocharacters of the pub are looking at them. Neither Harry nor Tom mind. What do they even know about anything they’re saying, anyway.

Harry’s completely taken aback by the confession. He doesn’t know how to answer; how to follow up Tom’s words. It’s not like he’s never thought about it before. But he had been working hard to bury feelings he had always considered dangerous, or perhaps confused. He’s supposed to like women because… well, he’s never considered another possibility.

Hearing Tom confessing his attraction to him aloud stirs something inside of him that he had tried to ignore for years.

“So, that’s why I changed Maggie into a cow”, Tom eventually says, trying to fill the silence that has invaded them, choking them with unsaid words.

Harry knows he should say something.

“I don’t know what to say”, he admits.

Tom seems disappointed, but he smiles one of his usual sassy smiles that convey everything’s okay, although it might very much not be the case.

“No need to say anything, Harry. In fact, we can just forget about this whole exchange; we can act as if it never happened”.

“NO!” Harry shouts, much louder than he expected, much more desperate than he thought possible. He tries to calm himself, and lowers his voice, “I don’t want to ignore this conversation”.

Tom is now the one who’s baffled. He arches a brow and looks at him in questioning.

Harry feels the need to explain himself.

“I just meant… I mean… If it’s okay with you… I wouldn’t mind…” all coherent sentences have left his brain.

But Tom understands.

He smiles and leans towards him, until he’s suddenly kissing him. It feels much better than it did kissing Maggie—even if she hadn’t turned into a cow.

It somehow feels right.

So, when they separate, they’re both smiling, satisfied.

“Are we… okay?” Tom asks him, and Harry leans to peck him on the cheek.

“I only wished you had turned my flings into cows years before!”

[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

Hi there, how are you?

I had a request for the nanny series!

Only if your comfortable with writing something like this or if not please feel free to ignore me :)

It was an idea where just after Annie and Andy are married. Annie has to get her wisdom teeth removed! And Annie is not a fan of the dentist or needles (getting the IV) and is scared for the recovery. But Andy is there for her every step of the way! From getting the call of the appointment. To comforting her at the office and afterwards the car ride home. Annie being in a goofy mood as Andy helps her to the bedroom maybe helping her change into comfy clothes and Andy helps/comforts her to sleep… And at home helping her recover when her mouth is sore and teeth hurts 🥺🥺 and Jacob is also super cute and worried! Just something comforting and fluffy 🥺

I’m getting mine out and I’m nervous, and Andy is a comfort and I love this story! Just a thought I’m having as I can’t sleep from the pain in my gums 😭

Hi! I'm so sorry you are in pain! I hope what I wrote will make you feel better. Send you lots of hugs!

THE NANNY: ONE SHOT

WISDOMLESS

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: This is set way before Annie got pregnant. Lily doesn’t not exist here yet. This is based in the request above. Hope you feel better!

Warnings: mentions of blood, pain, tears, Andy being a loving caring husband.

A/N: English is not my first language, any mistakes are my own. Enjoy!

Word count: 1899

Disclaimer: I do not give permission for any of my works to be copied, used, translated nor reposted anywhere else but here on this blog. Do not steal what you didn’t work for. Minors and ageless blank blogs don’t interact with me or my works. Reblogs and likes are always welcome. Thank you for reading this work of fiction.

GIF not mine. You can find the credits under it :)  

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Another day at the Barber’s household. It was a Saturday morning, the house was quiet except for the sound of the cutlery against the plates. Annie was eating extra careful today, she took some scrambled eggs with her fork and made sure she chew only on her left side.

“What’s the matter?” Andy asked and sipped his coffee.

“Hmmm?”

“Why are you eating like this?”

“I’m eating normal.” But right at that moment she bit a piece of toast that went straight to the back of her mouth on the right side and she flinched.

“There! Does your tooth hurt?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Maybe you should go to the dentist, see what’s wrong.”

“No, no. I’m good! I’ll take a pill, I’m sure it’s nothing!” she nervously laughed.

Annie did take the pill, however the pain didn’t go away. In fact it was worse than before, and now she could see her face was a bit swollen.

“Alright!” Andy walked into the bathroom, “Get dress, you’re going to the dentist.”

“WHAT?”

“You need to go! Look at your cheek!”

“Andy I’m fine! It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“Really?” His hand reach her face and his fingers barely grace her cheek.

“OW! Stop that!”

“We are going now, I don’t care if you are scare of the dentist.”

“I’m not scare of the dentist.” Andy lifted his brow and tilted his head, “Alright! I am scare of the dentist! I wore braces and they were awful! And I hate the noise the machine does when they’re cleaning your teeth!”

“Honey, they need to check your tooth, your face is swollen, it’s not normal and it’s not nothing.”

“Argh! Fine! But if it hurts while they’re checking I’m gonna kick you.”

“Deal! You have 10 minutes.”

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“Ok,” The dentist walked into the office, “We have to remove both your wisdom teeth from the bottom.”

“hehehehehe no, no, no, no.”

“You have an abscess on the right side, which is why your face is a bit swollen. So I will work on the abscess today, give you some pain medication and I will remove your teeth next Friday, that way you will rest during the following weekend.”

 “What? Why?”

“Well,” The doctor took out an x-ray, “You have impacted teeth, in your case you teeth grew out in an angular form,” he pointed the x-ray show how her teeth was leaned towards the other. “And with time this will cause you problems in the rest of your teeth.”

“What kind for problem?”

“They can move the rest of your teeth and you will have to use braces.”

“Not again!” The doctor giggled once she looked the face of Annie.

“I had my wisdom teeth removed while I was studying. It’s not a big deal.” Andy said.

“Shut up! What do you know?”

“Don’t worry, it’s a standard procedure, I promise you will be fine and we will take care of you.” The dentist smiled fondly to her, “Ready for that abscess?”

“No.” she sighed.

“People always say that.”

30 minutes later, Annie walked out of the office to the reception are where Andy was waiting for her. Her face was red as tears were streaming down her cheeks.

“Oh my poor baby.” Andy tried to reach for her hand but Annie slapped him.

“I hate you!” Andy just giggled.

“See you next Friday, Annie.” The doctor said and Annie just whimpered against Andy’s arm.

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Friday came faster than Annie would’ve liked. She woke up early and put the comfiest sweatpants and hoodie she own. Both she and Andy asked for permission in their respective jobs, and when it was 9:30 Andy drove them to the dentist office.

“I will be here when you’re done.”

“Can you like go in with me?”

“He can’t ma’am.” A young girl at the front desk said, “I’m sorry.”

“You’ll be fine.” Andy gave her a kiss on the lips, “I’ll sit there.” Annie nodded and she walked towards the door the girl previously indicated.

“I was actually thinking you were not going to show up.” The doctor said once Annie was already in the chair.

“Andy make me.”

“He is a smart man.” The doctor grabbed a weird looking mask, “Ready for the good stuff?” He wiggled his brows. Annie just nodded. “Ok.” He put the mask on her nose, “You are going to breathe, you will start to feel sleepy, and when you wake up your teeth will be gone.” It wasn’t long after that last sentences when her eyes closed.

“Hey.” It was a soft deep voice, “There you are.” Annie blinked a couple of times trying to focus on the voice. The man smiling to her was so handsome.

“Cute.” She mumbled.

“She will be off for a couple of hours. Between the anesthesia and the pain meds.” Another man spoke. “Just wait 10 more minutes and you can take her home.”

“Thank you, doctor.” Andy turned to look at her wife who was looking at her fingers as she moved them, “how you doing, honey?”

“You’re so handsome.” She slurred.

“No, you are, gorgeous. And you were so brave” He kissed her forehead, “Ready to go home?” Annie nodded sleepily.

A couple of girls helped Andy to wheel Annie to their car.

“Alright, baby. Slow and steady.”

“Andy?”

“Yes, baby?”

“You are so cute.” She said the best she could with her still numbed mouth.

“Thank you, we will be home soon and then you can rest.”

Andy helped her climb on the car, closed the passenger door, and ran to the driver’s side. But when he climbed in, he found her already sniffling.

“What’s wrong?”

“You don’t think I’m cute.”

“Of course I think you are cute!”

“You didn’t say it back! You don’t love me?”

“Of course I love you. With all my heart, honey, I swear.” Big fat tears fell down her eyes, “Don’t cry, baby.” He took her hand and kiss it, “Let’s get you home.”

15 minutes later, they were walking in the house. Andy’s hand was placed on small of her back.

“Wanna be on the couch or the bed?”

But she didn’t answer and walked straight to the living room. Annie sat on the couch and look around.

“What are you looking for?

“Phone.”

“Oh,” Andy reached for her phone in the pocket of his pants, “Here. Why don’t you lay down; while I’ll get you a glass of water.”

Andy wasn’t in the kitchen yet when he heard her scream, so he came back running.

“What?”

“There’s blood in my mouth.” She tried to take out the cotton and gauze, but Andy stopped her.

“No, you have to leave them on.”

“There’s blood.”

“Of course, they took out your wisdom teeth.”

“What? Where are they?”

“Ammm I assumed in the doctor’s office.”

“But they’re mine!” Andy was trying hard not to laugh, but she looked so adorably confused right now.

“I’ll call them and ask them to send the teeth over.”

“Yes, cuz I don’t want witchcraft with my teeth.”

“Witchcraft?” Andy said with humor.

“The doc said he was from Salem. They have witches.”

“I’m pretty sure the doctor is not a witch.”

“How you know?”

“Well, there was no Hogwarts diploma anywhere.” Annie looked surprised and nodded, “On the meantime, how about if you rest? Let me get your pillow.”

“I want my shorts, I don’t like the pants.” She began kicking her legs.

“Alright, be right back.”

When Andy came back she was still right where he left her.

“Ok, honey.” He put his hands on her waist to help her laid down.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Ok, I’m sorry.”

“You’re mad at me.”

“I’m not mad, baby. It’s ok, you are just on some medicine right now.”

Annie laid down and Andy helped her arrange her pillow and cushions behind her back for her to be comfortable.

“Please don’t be upset with me.” She was starting to get emotional again.

“I’m not upset.”

“I’m not being so nice, huh?” she said sobbing a little. “I don’t’ wanna be this way. I wanna be nice! Cuz I’m a nice person.”

“I know, babygirl.”

“But you hate me right now.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“I look like a chipmunk.” Andy laughed this time. “Don’t laugh.”

“You are the cutest chipmunk.” He kissed her cheek carefully, “Let’s get you out of these pants, lift your hips.” She did as she was told and Andy was met by Annie’s bare pussy. “Honey, where’s your underwear?” Annie looked down and make a small shriek which make Andy laughed, “you naughty girl,” he slid her legs in the shorts, “hips up again.” The elastic hit the skin on her hips, “There, better?” she nodded sleepily. “I’ll go get your water. Wanna watch TV?”

“Yes, please.”

“What you wanna watch?”

“Aladdin.”

Half an hour later, the doorbell rang. Sophie was at the front door holding Jake’s hand when Andy opened the door.

“Hi! Thank you so much for bringing him.”

“It’s ok, how is Annie?”

“Still off. She just told me what she would ask if she had a genie to grant her 3 wishes. I didn’t expect for her to say she wanted to be a pony.” Sophie laughed.

“If you guys need anything, don’t hesitate to call.” Andy smile to her, “Bye, Jake.”

Andy closed the door and found Jake sitting on the floor, reaching for something inside his backpack.

“Is mommy ok?”

“Yes, she is a bit tired and sleepy. And she sound funny when she talks, but she is fine.”

“I make these for her.” Jake showed Andy a card and a flower made of paper, “My teacher help with the flower.”

“I’m sure she’s gonna love them. Go with her, she is on the couch.

Jake ran the short distance to the living room and found Annie drifting off.

“Mommy?”

“Huh?” Annie opened her eyes and looked at Jake. “Baby!” she said overly excited.

“Hi, mommy.” He jumped on the couch and kissed her, “I make you these.” He passed the flower and the card to her. Annie opened the card and read: “To the best mommy in the world. Get well soon. Love you, Jake.” Under these lines there was a drawing of the three holding hands.

“Aw! Oh, god!” her eyes began to water. “Am I the best mom?” Jake nodded with a big smile on his face. When Andy walked in, Annie was crying again.

“Buddy, what did you say to her?”

“I’m the best mom!” She said through sobs.

“I like your chubby cheeks.” Jake said giggling and climbed on top of her to hug her, “I love you, mommy.” As Jake hugged her she began to relax again and soon after she fell asleep.

“You’re so good with her Jake.” Andy said waiting for the boy to move away from her, but to his surprise, Jake was also sleeping.

Andy just shook his head, took the throw blanket from the back of the couch and cover them both with it.

“You’re such a momma’s boy.” Andy said softly and smiled. Walking out of the living room he was determine to surprise them with lunch when they woke up. “Who am I kidding, I’ll just door dash.” He said to himself as he took the phone and headed to the kitchen to let them rest.

[jewwyfeesh]

Recollections and Heartfelt Wishes 1

Writer: Mitsuki

Character(s): Oogami Koga, Kiryu Kuro, Nito Nazuna

Translated by: jewwyfeesh

CN/EN Proof by: stcrfeesh

Koga: (……Huh. I didn’t know that the expression I made back then was such a happy one.)

Time: End June Season: Summer Location: Yumenosaki Academy Library

Koga: …………

(Even though I’m not used to the overly silent atmosphere of the library, there’s really been too many annoyin’ things goin’ on lately… some peace and quiet ain’t so bad after all.)

(I heard from Adonis that this exam’s pretty important. I don’t wanna have to retake the exam or anythin’, so I better buckle up and review a li’l.)

(Sigh, turns out sittin’ here studyin’ alone in earnest is actually quite boring~ if there were someone to tutor me or whatever, it would make things a li’l better.)

(It’s such a pity that those guys got their own things to do, so there’s nothin’ I can do but to trudge on on my own. Anyways, when it comes to things like exams… all I need to do is pass, right?)

(Yaaa~wn… All of these densely packed words in the textbook… I can’t help but feel drowsy the more I look at ‘em…)

[An unknown amount of time later]

……

—Aah… achoo!

……? I… I fell asleep? Anzu, were ya the one who woke me up?

Oh, yer lookin’ for some inspiration for some projects, eh? That’s why yer in the library to look for materials from all the previous years’ ‘RepayFes’.

But ‘cause no one’s browsed these yearbooks in a long time, it’s already hella dusty, so ya took a hankerchief to wipe ‘em… no wonder I felt my nose gettin’ kinda itchy and wanted to sneeze.

Since ya hadn’t done it on purpose, there ain’t a need for ya to say sorry or anythin’. Seriously, I really didn’t think I’d waste the whole afternoon fallin’ asleep like this.

Hm? Ya’ve been starin’ at those photos fer quite a long time, is there somethin’ wrong with ‘em? Lemme see—

Hold on, aren’t these the photos of the unit Sakuma-senpai, Shitty Glasses and I had formed?

I thought all those rottin’ old stuff would’ve been thrown out eons ago. Hadn’t expected that they’d be kept here…

Yer askin’ if that Unit’s called ‘DEADMANS’? How did’ya know?

Oh, I remember now. In the previous ‘RepayFes’, Sakuma-senpai n’ the rest of ‘em used the ‘DEADMANS’ name to kick up a big fuss. Didn’tcha run over to produce for them too?

Hmph, so that’s what happened. Whoever’s cleanin’ it up probably saw those two outfits and thought the styles were pretty similar or whatever, then mistakenly grouped ‘em together with those from ‘RepayFes’.

Whatever. ‘m in no mood to continue studyin’ now, so I’ll help ya sort these out.

(……Huh. I didn’t know that the expression I made back then was such a happy one.)

(After the events of ‘RepayFes’, I had thought we UNDEAD had finally managed to communicate our feelings and intentions, and, from that day on, would continue on forever……)

(But after the seniors graduated, the distance between us seemed to only get bigger and bigger; our movements are always clumsy, and we’re unable to cooperate well.)

(Ugh! I don’t even know where the hell did the problem even come from!)

……Hey, Anzu. Could’ya lend me these photos for me ta go develop ‘em? After developin’ I’ll return them to ya.

It’s just that I thought these photos made me look real handsome, and wanted to keep ‘em as a souvenir. Don’tcha think too much ‘bout it, kay?

[The next day, in the Seishou Hall Common Rooms]

Nazuna: Kuro-chin~! You’ve been sitting there in front of the TV with such seriousness, is there a show you wanna watch being broadcasted soon?

Kuro: Oh, it’s you, Nito. I heard from the agency that they’re intendin’ to give us some work relatin’ to variety shows. Since ‘m kinda free today, thought it would be good to watch some relevant programmes to get an idea ‘bout it.

After all, Akatsuki has no experience in workin’ these types of jobs. In order to adapt to the increasingly diverse idol industry, it’s necessary to try and venture into other fields outside of concert and performance.

Especially after joining RhyLink, we Akatsuki have yet to receive any sort of job. That’s why I had thought it would be a good idea for me to use this time to prep.

Nazuna: Haha, with the ever-reliable Kuro-chin around, I’m super sure y’all will be fine!

Ah, right! Speaking of variety shows, I remember Rei-chin and Kaoru-chin recently participated in one, right? We could watch that!

Kuro: Oh, that’s a pretty good suggestion. As idols from the same agency, the variety shows they’ve attended would be better suited fer reference material.

Nazuna: Hm… I didn’t think that both of them would adopt this kinda style for a variety show. It’s completely different from my impression of UNDEAD – being too immoral and all.

Kuro: It’s somethin’ I’ve heard Hasumi bring up before. UNDEAD’s been tryna change their image since Spring; probably ‘cause they’re hopin’ to expand the fanbase and be more flexible when it comes to jobs they take on.

Nazuna: Everyone’s working hard to move forward in the world of idols~ To be honest, Ra*bits is also facing a similar issue… we’re looking to explore other charm points that aren’t just putting up a cutesy act or acting cute.

Hm, back to the topic… Even though this show pokes fun at the guests, because the program is well written and the jokes are appropriately paced, it doesn’t feel like the guests are being made into laughing-stocks at all, which is really good!

Kuro: Yeah. I do feel a li’l more relieved. Seems like veteran agencies have more resources an’ experience when it comes to these things, and have a more developed system for matchin’ idols.

I think RhyLink has dealt with the issue of mismatch between an idol’s style compared to variety shows many times before, so it can match each “unit” to the right job rather easily now.

Though, the most pressin’ problem Akatsuki currently faces is the lack of suitable jobs – which, if yer look at it from another viewpoint, could also be due to the hostility veteran agencies have for newcomers.

Resources were already divided by those that came before, so when it’s finally the newbies’ turn, they’re left with scraps – unpleasant jobs that no one wants. Variety shows like these aren’t something that’ll drop in the palm of yer hands just cause yer wanted them.

Nazuna: Even though that’s true, I still think that Kuro-chin’s pretty suitable for a variety show.

On stage, it’s especially hard to showcase the contrast between Kuro-chin’s appearance and your kind and caring personality, but it’ll definitely be much easier on a recorded program! The more I think about it, the more expectant I become ♪

Kuro: Haha, if ya praise me all of a sudden, I’ll get embarrassed… Come on, let’s go back to watchin’ the variety show. The upcomin’ segment seems to be particularly interestin’.

Nazuna: Pfft… I really hadn’t expected Rei-chin to be so hilarious, I’m ‘bout to cry from laughing so hard~

Koga: (Eh? Did I just hear Sakuma-senpai and Hakaze-senpai’s voices…? I thought they’re outside for a job today, how could they have returned to Seishou Hall so fast?)

…Oh. Huh. Turns out it came from the television.

Nazuna: Koga-chin? Wanna join us? We’re watching some variety shows featuring Rei-chin and Kaoru-chin ♪

Koga: Variety show…?

Hmph, those borin’ shows? What’s so good about them?! What a disappointment. I’m headin’ back to my dorm first.

Nazuna & Kuro: ……?

ES x LC Masterlist | Chapter 2 →

[gigai-translations]

(Project SEKAI) Momoi Airi Side Story - As One of Your Fans

Tsundere Garu Airi!

Yeah I'm months late to this but might as well. Sorry I don't have a recording of this one :(( don't got enough time or energy to do subwork.

Translation under the cut.

Story 1

[Stage SEKAI]

Minori: Yess! I made no mistakes all the way to the end this time! 

Len: Yup! It’s great!

Haruka: Thanks to you, Len, we got the hang of this difficult dance. 

Len: I’m glad I could be of help to you two. –Huh?

Len: Airi-chan! Hey!

Meiko: You were checking up on Shizuku-chan, right? How is she?

Airi: Yeah, she’s been going at it in full force. 

*Airi briefly remembers Shizuku training herself*

Airi: …She was quite focused today too. Just by watching her, I get goosebumps.

Airi: That air to her takes me back.

Len: Takes you back? 

Airi: Yeah… I’m reminded of our era as trainees. 

Minori: You mean… before you debut with QT?

Airi: Yup. Back then, I’ve also trained on the grind day in, day out so I wouldn’t lose to the other girls around me. 

Airi: The same time your fellow trainees are your comrades, they’re also your rivals for debuting.

Haruka: And beyond deciding who’s qualified to debut, not everyone’s guaranteed to stand on stage together.

Airi: Yeah. That’s why in order to keep all eyes on me, I had to desperately polish myself, to shine among the rest as they say. 

Airi: Well… it’s a really ruthless world out there.

Len: Well considering you’ve landed that debut and went on to do a bunch of activities, it’s really impressive. 

Airi: Well, I just think I got lucky in my circumstances.

Airi: But… that’s just my story as a trainee.

Airi: Right now, Shizuku’s… a whole different league from me back then. She’s giving her all into training. 

Airi: Almost like when she supported Cheerful Days as the center…no, she’s shining so much more than before. 

Airi: She’s so cool, it gives me chills. 

Meiko: Airi-chan…

Airi: So—

Airi: If Shizuku’s putting in the work, I believe in her. 

Airi: I wonder how the people from her agency would react if they saw her now! 

*Everyone stares at Airi*

Airi: Eh? What’s up?

Meiko: Hehe, it’s nothing. It’s just…

Meiko: Having such a fan of hers express those feelings, I have a hunch that’d make Shizuku-chan elated. 

Len: Right? As an idol, I’d feel so blessed!

Airi: Eh? Shizuku’s fan…

Airi: I’m not actually… I didn’t mean to come across that way…! 

Minori: But, when you talk about Shizuku, you’re eyes just light up!

Haruka: Mhm! If we tell this to Shizuku, she’d be so happy. 

Airi: Hold on! Do NOT say a word!!

Airi: A-anyways, Len, Meiko, we’re already gathered here! Let’s just start our practice already! 

Meiko: Hehe, Suuuure! 

Story 2

[Stage SEKAI] 

Airi: (Hmm… where’s Rin…) 

Airi: (Ah there she is. I promised we’d practice with just the two of us but looks like she’s together with Shizuku and Meiko) 

Shizuku: Ah—Airi-chan!

Airi: Huh? What’s you and your good mood?

Shizuku: hehe, it’s nothing! Don’t worry about it ♪

Airi: Nah, your face doesn’t look like it’s “just nothing.”

Meiko: Uhm… Well…

Meiko: So a while ago, you talked about how Shizuku looked when she was training herself.

Meiko: I was talking about that with Rin and Shizuku here kinda heard us…

Airi: Wha—!

Shizuku: Sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop on your conversation…

Rin: It’s all fine! It’s just about how much Airi praises you!

Airi: That is NOT fine!?

Shizuku: But, hearing about how Airi-chan believes in me makes me so happy!

Airi: …Well…that’s… that’s just how everyone else feels! Anyone can see how much you try your best!

Shizuku: The way you think that makes me so happy too!

Airi: Hold on, you’re exaggerating it. I’ve just said what I thought. 

Shizuku: Also, you said other things right? Like, “She’s so cool, it gives me chills.”

Airi: Wha…! Meiko!! How much did you tell them–!

 Meiko: I’m sorry! But her eyes were lighting up when she heard all this…!

Meiko: I can’t resist her gaze! Airi-chan, you would know, won’t you? 

Airi: uuuh… well I guess…

Rin: Ehehe♪ You can’t help but feel so giddy when Airi-chan praises you, huh?

Shizuku: That’s right!

Shizuku: When she made me some onigiri, she told me some uplifting words! 

Rin: Huh?! What did she say? What did she say?

Airi: Wai–Shizuku!?

Airi: That’s enough! Keep it to yourself! 

Shizuku: Huh? But, you looked so cool back there… 

Airi: It's fine! Let’s keep it as a secret between the two of us! 

Shizuku: Just the two of us… hehe, okay! 

Shizuku: (...That was close. If everyone heard what I said—)

*Flashback to the More More House training room*

Airi: Here, some onigiri for refreshment. 

Shizuku: Wah… Thanks so much, Airi-chan! Just when I started to feel hungry. 

Airi: You said you were practicing since morning, right?

Airi: Though. You gotta rest when it’s actual break time, y’know?

Shizuku: I know but… I just want to keep going. 

Shizuku: Right now, I don't feel like I’ve done enough.

Airi: Shizuku…

Shizuku: Ah… sorry. I’m making you worried, aren’t I? 

Airi: Well, I think it’s fine. If you wanna give it your all, then do so!

Shizuku: Eh…?

Airi: you certainly gotta stop if you need to but…

Airi: You’re thinking of surpassing your limits right now, right? 

Airi: In that case, work as much as you need to. If things get too tough… then I’m here to watch over you. 

Shizuku: Ah…

Shizuku: Of course! Thanks so much!!

Shizuku: For More More Jump’s sake, I’ll make this shoot a success! 

Airi: Attagirl! I believe in you! 

*End of flashback*

Rin: Hey, hey, Shizuku-chan? Tell me what happened!

Meiko: The fact she told you to keep it a secret makes me more curious!

Airi: Not a chance! 

Airi: Come on, we met up today for practice, didn’t we? Didn’t you ask me to teach you how to act cute? 

Rin: Ah, oh yeah! Teach me, Airi-sensei!