#; — sender: aine

[xzho-writes]

spoilers for windblume

what are the chances of mama ragnvindr being a part of alice's milf gang?

IM LITERALLY SO HYPED FOR THAT IDEA AINE AOAOODJSJJDDC

yeah the teapot is there but also in the cutscene there’s a star, and diluc seems to have a brooch with the same star in the manga!!

it would be so cool to have more lore about the ragnvindr family, esp cause diluc’s mother was never mentioned in the game and manga :>

[swiftlance]

[ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 ] : sender drapes a coat / cape / etc. around receiver's shoulders. ( cmere neph lets be friends ♡ )

For you, I would

Her cloak has sure seen better days. Clumsy stitches mark places where it'd been torn--she never could sew quite so well as Ma. There's a few stubborn stains on the hem, too, from marchin' through muddy terrain durin' both wars back home.

It's a piece of fabric, a mighty shabby one at that, but it's served her well enough so far, so who is she to waste it when it's still perfectly usable?

Though faced with these freezin' temperatures, Nephenee considers investin' in somethin' more substantial. Her shoulders shake 'neath the thin material while standin' guard 'round their little camp. Student trainin' exercises outside monastery grounds require a group of Knights accompany them, even if it's as simple as campin' overnight.

A fine policy, in her opinion. Maybe she's a bit overprotective of these kids, but she wouldn't want her own siblin's wanderin' around at night alone.

Another shiver sends her whole body tremblin'. She should ask one of her fellow Knights if'n she can borrow one of their capes--

Weight descends across her shoulders. Nephenee turns her head, only to be tickled by a line of fur. She wrinkles her nose, lookin' up 'n findin' one of the students. A mage, if she recalls, though her name escapes her.

"Ah....thank you. Sure you ain--won't--get cold without this?"

[ainescribe]

hello hello! express tea delivery! i have a freshly brewed tea for... aine!

the sender seems to be from... zhongli!

here's your tea...

and here's your letter!

to aine, my beloved, things are truly convenient these days. a hundred years back, if someone told me liyue would grow to the point of having teashops providing the service to send freshly brewed tea to a recipient, i would have been quite skeptical, yet here we are. i hope the tea is to your liking - i ordered your favorite just in case. there isn't exactly any special occasion for this gesture. i just wish to spoil you since you've been working hard lately. please remember to take breaks and take good care of yourself. i trust you know how much your wellbeing means - for both yourself and i. i'll see you back home, my love. yours, zhongli

enjoy and have a good day! <3

kept this in my inbox to giggle over but now the world shall witness mei-mei's swetness. thank you!!!

[bigshot]

[REUNITE] after the apartment move!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 || NOT ACCEPTING

[ 𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver see each other again after a period of being apart

Hanging out in alleys was beginning to turn back into a habit, one Spamton wasn't exactly a fan of but that was just how the cards were falling for the salesman. He couldn't just run an unlicensed storefront out in the open and as much as he did love the sunlight, it turned out that being a Darkner brought with it a touch of light sensitivity. His eyes could only bear it if he took semi-frequent breaks in the shade.

Given that he still needed to draw people in, though, he ended up standing at the entrance to his chosen alley. Just out of sight, ready to pop out as soon as he saw somebody gullible enough to buy his garbage.

He just didn't expect to have somebody walking straight into the alley, nearly tripping over the little man,

"HEY HEY HEY WATCH YOUR- HEY!!! WAIT A [Stop The Presses], KID, DON'T I KNO W YOU??!"

"YEAH!!! YEAh YOU'RE TH4T KID BRAD [Kidnapped] AIN;T YOU!?? YUO FINALLY GET OUTT A [[Daddy Daycare]]??"

[hcllishsins]

poisonedspider asked:

[INJURY]: sender gently tends to receiver's wounds, which leads to them kissing (throws this at Adam while Angel screeches at me appalled)

it was the first extermination day since adam had fallen . he knew he ' d be targeted , but not as harshly as he had been . maybe he should have treated the exorcists better when he was in charge . hindsight was a wonderful thing . his savior was .. not who he expected , and his pride was taking a beating accepting help from the sinner . the spider demon ' s hand moves to adam ' s mask , needing to lift it in order to tend his wounds . there ' s a quick shake of his head . then , fingers press into the wound on his chest . " FUCK . DON ' T DO THAT . " he hisses , the pain excruciating . " it ' s bad , ain ' t it ? " adam speaks , then quickly tosses his mask to the side , getting a proper look at the wound . golden , angelic , blood stains his shirt . " am i gonna ' fucking die ? AGAIN ? " for a moment , panic . and then .. a forced , shit eating , grin . " alright sweet cheeks , now ' s your time . if you wanna make out with the first man who ever walked the earth .. now ' s your one and only fuckin ' chance . "

[catncore]

[ ONE ]  for sender to take a bullet for receiver. 

the was one thing that hanekoma knew above everything else in this encounter- he was never going to have taken the bullet. he knew because his second sight told him that he would not endure any injuries. be it because a bullet was not a threat to him (unless it was imbued with something beyond the UG) or because it wouldn't touch him, it didn't matter.

the bullet was never going to touch him.

what he hadn't been counting on was the reason that takeda hikaru would take it for him. something that he never wished for or intended, yet the moment stretched out into an eternity between the gunshot and would have been impacted.

would have been because in the seconds that she threw herself in front of him time had slowed down- for him. he could see the bullet slowly gliding through the air. instinct was to throw her out of the way, but instead he diverted the bullet by raising a shield of psychokinesis energy to halt its trajectory.

she was so willing to put herself in danger for him when she didn't need to, but he knew she'd do that for anyone in trouble. she was a good human. one of the best he knew, and that was enough reason to cause him to act. to flex a part of him that most in the world save his composer and co-producer knew.

his fingers wrap around the bullet to take it out of the air, and suddenly everything speeds up to it's usual passage.

holding the bullet up between his fingers he showed it to the assailant and spoke softly, low enough for hikaru to hear without giving anything away; ❝ we ain' playin' that today, missy. you ain' gettin' injured on my watch.  ❞

[originlist]

@bonmotx​ спросил(а):

❰❰ TACKLE ❱❱ sender hugs the receiver so hard they almost fall over / do fall over (Connla to Ritsu: "I know ya ain' Yako-senpai levels a cool, but yer a cool hero too, Master!")

Ritsu intercepts the tackle with professional aplomb. It’s startlingly similar to getting rushed by an excitable dog (which they fortunately have plenty of experience in). They might stumble a little bit, but they redirect the momentum and keep standing to return the hug.

“Thanks, Connla!” It’s an honour to get called cool by a member of Yako’s team, as generally insular as they are and busy with the correctly-titled Yako-senpai being heroic. Ritsu ruffles Connla’s hair. “I always keep an eye on Yako to make sure I learn ‘bout bein’ cool from the best! You were a huge help out there yourself.”

[doginthecorner]

“ i had to do that… just once. “ (from Carol)

send in “ i had to do that… just once. “ for the sender, having learned that the receiver might no longer be in their life (due to a pending deadly mission, moving to another country, etc.), to suddenly approach the receiver and pull them in for a passionate kiss, revealing their unspoken feelings for the receiver in the process.  

Daryl feels his heart breaking as she pulls him close and gives him a long burning kiss. He’d wanted it for so long, to let her know how he felt, to take her in his arms and kiss her, but the timing couldn’t have been worse. He had to do this, he owed it to Michonne, and Judith, and Rick. He had to bring Rick home, give him a proper burial, give his family closure. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispers, reaching up to wipe a tear away from her cheek. “I gotta - I - I can’ jus’ leave ‘im out there. I owe ‘im too much.” He pulls her close, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug. “You - you go on, be happy. You ain’ need me fer tha’. I owe ‘im Carol.” 

“I know.” She whispers, “I know you do. I just... had to do it.” 

“Yeah.” Daryl nods. “I know.” He steps back from her and swallows hard, willing himself not to start crying too. “I’ll uh - I’ll be back. Promise.” He turns, and forcing himself not to look back, starts off into the woods.

@wexarethewalkingxdead

[daisydaisybilly]

1912 | part 3

Title: Winchester house 

Summary: back from the honeymoon, y/n fits in to her new role and discovers something she wished she didn’t  

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: lots of angst, swearing, maybe a bit of fluff, some jealous reader and more slow burn

Word count: 3.2k

A/N: I’m messing with the ages a bit in this so sam is 22 and dean and the reader are 24. I’m personally thinking of season 1 sam and Dean while writing but you can imagine of whatever season you like! poof read but some mistakes were probably missed 

 series masterlist |  MAIN MASTERLIST | REQUEST OPEN  

Your mouth felt dry as you looked up at your new home, while your family home was close to the hills and a smaller town, this house was close to the main city, people passed by looking towards where you stood on the driveway. You already hated the busy city noises around you, the air smelt like smoke, not the clean air you had grown up with.

The large doors were swung open, revealing a large figure. Sam took the steps from the patio two at a time, pulling you in too a bone crushing hug when he was close enough. You were took back and just stood there for a few moments before Sam pulled away.

“let me show you around the house” he smiled leading you towards the house. You blinked at him, looking around helplessly for Dean who had just disappeared.  “we’ll save the library for last; I did promise you’d love it”.

You laughed, “I hope this library is as good as you say, or I’ll be let-down” you say walking along side of him. once you got inside, he helped take you hat and coat.

“trust me it’s worth it”

It was obvious that the house had been lived in by only men for years, when you looked back to all the times you had been to Winchesters house, nothing had changed. You guessed nothing had changed since their mother died. A grand staircase was centre in the entrance, along the side were different doors to the downstairs rooms.

The décor was mainly black with a few other dark colours. Like your home, on the walls were paintings of long dead family members, the biggest of which was the late Mrs Winchester, Sam, and Dean’s mother. You looked from her pretty face to the ring on her finger, with a creased brow you looked down to you own hand and saw the same ring, a feeling you didn’t know swept over you, you didn’t know the Rose quartz ring belonged to his mother and know you did, you didn’t know how to feel. You felt like she was staring at you, trying to see into your soul to know how you felt, you looked away hoping her stare would stop.

“On the left you have the sitting room, dining room, smaller dinning room where we normal have breakfast and the officer but only Dean goes in there” Sam pointed that each door naming them. “on the right you have the stairs down to the kitchens, small coat room and of course the promised library”.

All the doors were closed except the sitting room door, you stood and looked up the stairs wondering if anyone else was around. “And upstairs?”.

“oh, just bedrooms but we’ll get to that later, some refreshments have been put out” Sam smiled taking large steps to the open room. You struggled to keep up, you wondered if he was walking fast on purpose or if he just walked that fast naturally.

You looked back one last time before following him into the room.  Sitting down you looked to Sam who was stood by the fireplace, “Do you know where Dean went?” you asked, clewing on your lips. You hadn’t had much of a chance to talk with him on the way back he had work to do and you were too tired to sit and watch him do paperwork.

Sam went stiff turning away nervously, “I think he had some business in town, shouldn’t take too long”. You wanted to question him on his attitude but just ticked it off that he didn’t know how to speak to his brother’s new wife.

You looked down and nodded. “He mentioned he had work he needed to do”. After a deep breath you sat straight and took a plate of food from the table. “do you have any news since the last time I saw you?”.

His cheeks went a light shade of pink, he laughed to hide his embarrassment. “well it’s no official but someone close to me in coming to visit soon and I’m going to ask her to marry me”.

You smiled at him, “Well I for one will be glad to have some female company”.

He turned his head again walking to sit opposite you, “I haven’t spoken to anyone about it yet. I hinted at in last time I saw her family and they seemed happy about it, but I’m worried she’ll say no”.

You reached over and patted his knee, “I’ve known you since we were children, even if we have not seen each other in years I know you’re the same person, so of course she’ll say yes”.

“Thank you, y/n” he smiled. “if you’re happy I can show you the library now”.

Agreeing happily, you followed him to the room he’d pointed to before. Once the door was opened your mouth dropped open. The bookcases cover the four walls filled with books, you headed to one spot and ran a hand along the spines as you walked along the room.

“Well you didn’t lie” you breathed, breathing in the scent of old and new books, the smell of the old chair by the fire.

“I don’t break my promises”.  

You crumpled your bows as you looked through your clothes for something to wear for dinner, while you were away all you things had be packed away which left you looking for all your things. You missed Alice more than ever right now, she always knew what would suit a situation. What would someone wear at their first dinner with their new family. But your mother needed her more than you did right now.

You exclaimed when you found something you liked. Crimson red, a gold belt at the waist and mesh sleeves with extra mesh hanging from the shoulders and down the body of the dress. Laying it over the end of the bed, you went to the small attacked bathroom to freshen up.

You glanced over to the clock on the fireplace to check how much time you had left, a small part of you wondered how much longer Dean would be. You wondered if this is what your life would be like now, Dean busy with work, Sam with his sweetheart and you alone in a house you didn’t know.

After you were dressed you headed down the stairs, hoping you’d find everyone waiting. One of who you guessed was the footman stopped and looked at you, “Everyone is in the sitting room, mama” you nodded and thanked him before heading to the room.

Pausing before the door, you put on your best smile. “Evening”. Dean and Sam stood up when you came in and sat down when you did.

Dean held your gloved hand and kissed it, “evening, how was your day?”.

“Well. I spent most it being shown around and talking with Sam”, you smiled over to Sam who was nursing his drink.

Dean chuckled and lent back, “Has he been telling you about his girl”.

Sam opened his mouth to defend himself,  but you beat him to it, “don’t tease him. I think it’s sweet”. Dean laughs, you were sure he was going to say something else but was holding himself back. Choosing to ignore him you kept looking at Sam. “have you heard anything else?”

Sam went a shade of pink again taking something open from his pocket. “This came in the evening post”, he handed the letter over to you. You scanned the letter quickly, moving away so Dean couldn’t read over your shoulder. “the plan is to ask her on the day she comes and then hopefully announce it later at the party”.

“Party?” you raised an eyebrow handing the letter back to Sam.

Dean chuckled, “He did promise a party when we got back, and I think he just wants to charm his sweetheart”.

 A few weeks passed in the same routine; all the days blended. You spent every morning in bed where you’d had have your breakfast and wonder downstairs at midday to find something to do. Mostly you’d sit and read, write letters to your mother or  doing some needle work. Today you decided to do something new.

It felt alien to be out of bed so early, feeling lazy you didn’t put any effort in your appearance. A simple blue grown with a high lace neck, a simple braid down your back. While walking to the smaller dinning room you checked through the mail that was sitting on a cabinet.

Your eyebrows creased when you saw one of Dean in a delicate handwriting. you stared at the envelope wondering who the sender could be. You didn’t have long to think before someone called your name. Shaking your head, you carried on your way with letters in hand.

“The post is here” you smiled putting the ones which weren’t for you in the middle of the table and opened your own without looking at Dean. “anything interesting?” you smiled over innocently.

Sam was too busy with red cheeks and smile to hear you, but Dean was the one to lift his head and look right at you. You kept the façade and smile waiting. “Just a letter from an old friend” he said with no care and put it inside his coat pocket.

Your heart flipped and you didn’t know why, “How nice. You should invite him to the party”. While you spoke, you wait to see if his face changed or if he let anything slip. “I would like to meet him”.

He cleared his throat and looked at Sam, “Do you have any news?”. You could hear the slight edge in this voice, wanting to move on from the conversation.

Not sensing the tense in the room Sam looked from Dean nervous face to your smiling face. “she says she should be here late today”.

“wonderful” you said before going back to your own letters. You could feel them both watching you as you ate and read. You knew you did a poor job of hiding your interest, it could just be an old friend, but you couldn’t stop the jealousy from upfront in your mind.

Breakfast then pasted mainly in silent every now and then someone would ask a question to test if the tension had subsided, but they met was a few muffled  words and awkward eye contact.  Once you couldn’t take the tense anymore you excused yourself from the room.

“you know you’ll have to tell her soon” Sam muttered behind his drink when you left the room, he could hear your footsteps getting further away. Knowing he was safe to speak louder now he turned to his brother. “How much longer are you planning on hiding the truth”.

“As long as I can” he sighed running a hand down his face, “I thought I had longer to figure things out”

The day was warmer than any other day, which lead you to sit outside and enjoy the weather. First you walked around the garden.  You stopped by an old apple tree, memories flooded your mind of times you would climb the tree and enjoy the peace from above everyone else.

You walked closer without thinking, something was drawing you forward. The apples weren’t ready to eat yet but at the perfect high of you to reach out and grab one.  Your hands closed around the small apple as your brows creased. “Is your aim still good?”.

You dropped the apple from your hand when you jumped, you looked to find Sam watching you deep in thought. “not had the chance to find out” you laugh shaking your head. You looked back at the tree again before walking towards Sam. 

flashes of a young girl and a boy came to mind but they left before you could hold on to them.

“I wanted to check on you after what happened” he smiled.

“And what happened?” you asked playing innocence. You have in after Sam gave you a sympathetic look.

You huffed clewing on your lower lip. “I think he’s hiding something from me. I can’t even ask him about it, he’s so damn secretive”. When he didn’t repy straight away you looked up at him, “I know you’re his brother and you can’t tell me everything but just tell me if I should be worried”.

He looked around to see if anyone was close enough to hear, “just give him time. He’ll explain everything, I promise”.

You sigh, trying to hide your feelings, “tell me more about your special someone, whose name I don’t even know” you smiled.

“her name is Jessica” you couldn’t tell if he was happy that you changed the subject or if talking about Jessica made him that happy.  “we met when I was studying law, she lived close by the school”.

He went on to talk about how they had started off as friends and how it had grown into something else. How he was always nervous around her, that he never knew what to say to her but despised all his nerves she understood him.

“I wish  I known before the wedding; I would have been happy to invite her”. you couldn’t help but feel a little jealous at how easy it was for Sam to express his feeling, while both you and Dean struggled to do the same thing.

You carried on listening to Sam as he spoke about Jessica as you walked back in the house. You nodded now and then to show you were still listening. Next time you blinked you were walking into the sitting room. You didn’t know how much time pasted.

 “Mr Winchester, Mrs Winchester. Miss Moore has arrived”

You looked up from your spot by the fire to Thomas the butler who was standing by a tall blonde girl. Sam jumped up from where he was sitting and pulled her in to a hug. “you made it” he spoke into her hair. When they drew apart, he had his arm over her shoulder. “Jess this is my sister-in-law y/n”

“it’s lovely to meet you Mrs Winchester” Jessica smiled huddling close to Sam.

“please call me y/n” you grinned over to her. “Come sit down, I’ll call for some tea”.  

 Half awake Dean stumbled up the stairs hoping to fit in a quit nap before dinner started. He didn’t know where anyone else would be, he guessed Sam was with Jessica and you were off doing what you normal did during the day. He was hit with a shot of guilt when he realised, he didn’t know what you’ve been doing all this time.

He couldn’t even remember when you were last alone, by the time he was ready for bed you were already curled up on your side fast asleep. H/C hair lose around you, face free from worries almost happy.  

Thought he wouldn’t tell anyone most night he dreamt of your touch, dreamt of your lips on his.

As he got closer to his room, he heard soft humming, he stopped just before the door and looked through the small gap where the door was open. He stayed where he was when he saw you laying chest down on the bed, reading.

One leg was up in the air drawing circles, the skirt of your dress had fallen and road down to the top of your thigh. His eyes stayed on your exposed thigh; soft skin glowed in the afternoon sun. He looked to your face which was folded up in confusion at whatever was unfolding in the book you were reading. Your hands were wrapped around one another playing with your rings. Your H/C hair had come out of its braid and hung down your face.

You caught his eyes when you looked up, five seconds pasted before anyone moved. He walked into the room and at the same time you sat up fixing your dress. “I didn’t think you’d be back this soon”.  

After clearing his throat, he came and sat on the end of the bed, “I finished up early today, thought I’d use the extra time to rest” he laughed.

“I’ll leave you to rest then” you say, moving from your spot and standing by the bed in seconds. You went to walk from the room, but he reached out and held your elbow.  Looking from his hand to his face you raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t mind if you stay” his voice was soft, so soft it caught you off guard, he cleared his throat again, “I mean you’re only reading, I don’t mind”.  Still confused you nodded and sat back down on the bed, leaning against the headboard.  

You took your eyes from him and tried to read, you heard him kick his shoes off, throw his jacket to the chair. You listened as he got settled  on top of the covers. At one point his legs brushed against yours, your breathing stopped for a moment before falling back into its normal beat.

You kept your eyes on the pages while you listened to his breathing get slower and slower. You put your book down on your lap and looked at him. He looked peaceful while he slept. You rarely saw him so peaceful; he was good at being carefree around you but sometimes it didn’t look right.

Your hands ached with wanting to touch him, to run your hand down his face and hold his cheek in the palm of your hand. You wanted to feel his stubble against your skin, you held your breath was your hand inched closer.  You started by pulling your thumb down his cheek, ready to pull away if he suddenly woke up.  Your hand lightly cupped his cheek, barely touching him at all.  

Your eyes searched his face more intently, you wished you knew what was happening in his head and what the hell he was hiding from you. Wanting to respect his privacy, but you couldn’t help but wonder if it was worth it. Sighing at yourself you pulled your hand away and tried to read with a head full of questions.  

The day of the party Jessica asked if you’d like to go out to the town, you didn’t realised just how shut in you were until you left the house. Arms linked together you walked down the road to the shops.

“wearing the dress all day was the hardest part” you laughed. “My mother picked it and I swear she chose the heaviest dress they had”. You outstretched your hands to show how big the dress felt.  

Jessica laughed as well, “I think I’m wearing the same one mine mother wore when she was married, it’ll make her and my father happy”.

“I like that idea” you nodded smiling.

“maybe one day your daughter will do it” Jessica suggested with a smile. You stiffened by her side, for two reason. One you weren’t sure you would even have a child never mind a daughter with how things were going and two just ahead for you was Dean, stood in a doorway talking to a girl and smiling.

You stopped pulling Jessica to the wall of a building before Dean could spot you. Her eyes followed yours, with wide eyes she looked from Dean to your shocked face. “I need to go back”, you whispered not looking away. You took your arm from Jessica’s and walked away without looking back.

Breathless Jessica walked quickly to catch up with you. “Who was that with Dean?”

“I have no idea”

part 4 

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Haruhara Question Corners #1-10

Haruhara took questions from 2017 - 2018 on his blog - he’s no longer accepting questions, but they’re still up for people to see for free. There’s 50 question corners in total, each about one question each. 

I don’t know if someone’s translated this before, but I couldn’t find anything so I figured I might as well do it. The questions are mostly Senyuu-related, but there’s some questions about Haruhara himself, Gakumon, and Hero Hearts as well. 

Without further ado - here are the translations of the first ten question corners below the cut:

Question Corner #1

Q. From À La Carte-san:

Do you have any drinks you’d recommend, or that you drink a lot? Also, what flavour of ice cream do you like best?

A. 

I like carbonated drinks, so I drink those a lot. I like carbonated drinks, but I get thirsty if I drink sweet drinks, so I just drink carbonated water.

My favourite flavour of ice cream would be chocolate. I like chocolate. But I don’t really have ice cream that often. I like sour things more nowadays. I like persimmons, I eat them. If I ever went to Sapporo for a signing session, I’d like to buy some famous curry-flavoured snacks.

Q. From My Bank Account Has 800 Yen-san:

I’d like to know more about Alles-san’s family and also about what she was doing before becoming a maid.

A. 

I think she was kinda just loitering about before becoming a maid. I explain how she became a maid in Main Quest, but if you asked me what she was doing before that, I’d have to say she was loitering. I tried thinking about it seriously since I never thought about it before, but all I can think of is that she was loitering about, so that’s what I think she was doing.

About her family - she has a little brother… if I recall correctly, I’ve thought, “This woman definitely has a little brother,” in the past, so I think she’s got one. I don’t plan to ever incorporate him in the main story though. Since their dynamic would be too similar to the siblings that appear in Gakumon! I don’t think he’ll ever appear.

What is her little brother doing? Unlike his big sister, he went to a good school, graduated, and is now loitering about.

Question Corner #2

Q. From I Like Rice-san:

Lately, I’ve been getting into sprinkling furikake or nameko mushrooms on my rice - it’s really good! Do you have anything you like putting on your rice?

A. 

This one kind of food I was served a signing session was super good. I thought “Ah, it’s good! It’s so good!” all while scarfing it down. What was it called again…? I got it at a lot of signing sessions, but the only thing I remember is “It’s good!” - I can’t recall its proper name… anyways, the point is, it was delicious! Thanks to the people who gave me it!

I fried up some beef tongue and chili oil I was gifted recently and made fried rice. It was delicious!

Q. From My Bank Account Has 800 Yen-san:

What’s Roborabbit (from Gakumon)’s HF (Human Form) like?

A. 

Two question corners in a row, My Bank Account Has 800 Yen-san!

Have I never drawn Roborabbit’s human form? No I haven’t, I’ve only ever thought about it. For those of you wondering what a “Human Form” is, please read Gakumon!

She’d be a black-haired girl with straight bangs and a goth lolita look.

Q. From Aoi-san:

Sion-san seems like he’d be really smart, but in reality, did he ever get the chance to go to school when he was young?

A. 

He didn’t, no. In that era, I get the feeling that there weren’t many schools. It was kinda like the adults around you would teach you the essentials you needed to survive. Though I think there were schools in more prosperous cities of the era.

He learnt science by helping his father out sometimes, reading books, and studying in prosperous cities of the era. He kinda studied as he drifted from region to region.

Question Corner #3

Q. From Sakekawa-san:

Now that Alba has magic, will he live longer?

A. 

He will not, he will die.

Aside from demons who have magic at birth, anyone who has magic will age just like any other human and die.

But if you use your mana well, you might be able to live in a healthy way, letting you live longer.

In that sense, his life expectancy would increase, but if he just lived normally, he’d die normally as well.

[T/N: Haruhara, how did Elf live for 2000+ years then…]

Q. From Kion-san:

There have been concepts like the Alba Manjuu in SQ being made of(?) ribs, and the number of plates of food MQ Ros ate increasing, that your assistants have secretly(?) put in. Have there been other cases where your assistants have put in concepts that made the story more interesting or added more characterization? Alternatively, please tell me about cases where the assistants were actually the ones to think of an idea and draw it.

A. 

If we’re talking recently, the flea market scene in the Dododon-sama arc.

When I saw this, I remembered that “Ah, Senyuu was a fantasy series!” 

On a side note, my backgrounds are more like this:

I’m sure there were other cases where this kind of thing happened, but I can’t recall…

On a side note, those maids in MQ are wearing heavy make-up because I asked my assistants to draw them that way, not because my assistants’ drawing styles were like that.

Question Corner #4

Q. From My Bank Account Has 800 Yen-san:

Does Shushu-chan from Gakumon wear short sleeves all year around? Doesn’t she get cold in the winter?

A.

I was planning to have her wear long sleeves in the winter, but the manga ended… before it hit wintertime… I think Juz would wear shorts even in the winter.

I even thought about making a chapter where she picked up some long sleeves.

In order to be fair, I’ve just been looking at the question contents and not the names of the senders, but My Bank Account Has 800 Yen-san, your overwhelming probability rate of being picked… Everyone! I’m looking for more than just Senyuu questions!

Q. From Nanako-san:

What are Crea’s parents like? Does he remember them?

A.

They’re delightful. Crea does not remember them. When he tries to remember them, he just feels warm inside.

Question Corner #5

Q. From Mt. Hakkaisan-san:

Do you have any animals you’d like to keep as a pet?

A. 

I’d like a cat or a dog. According to my life plan, I’ll have one in around ten years. A dog that really acts like a dog or a cat that really acts like a cat would be nice!

Question Corner #6

Q. From I Stubbed My Toe Into the Drawers-san:

How many metres tall can Rchi-chan stretch her body to become?

A. 

She’s capable of stretching her body a fair bit, but since she doesn’t have the muscles to support it, if she stretches too much her body can’t support the weight.

If we consider how tall she could stretch and still be useful, she can stretch to about the height of a basket used in a sports day ball-throwing competition.

[T/N: He’s talking about one of these things.]

Question Corner #7

Q. From Tatami-san:

Why is Professor Ain from Hero Hearts a “professor”? In the character summary for Hero Hearts Volume 2, it said that this would be explained “later”, but since it was never revealed, it’s been bothering me.

A.

I wonder why?!

I’ve forgotten! I’ve completely forgotten! I vaguely remember that I thought up something related to Professor Ain’s true identity - which was revealed near the end - but since Hero Hearts was cancelled, I abandoned that plot thread to wrap everything up nicely… I think…?

I think something happened that couldn’t see the light of day. This is what cancellation does.

Question Corner #8

Q. From Rorota-san:

Alba became able to use magic through the Mana Maker inserted into his body, but do Elf and Alf have magic naturally? Also, can Crea use magic since he awoke to magic when he was a child?

A. 

In Elf and Alf’s world, since Great Mage Alba popularized the use of magic, they use magic like we use electronics and gas in reality. (Like how in Chapter 4 Episode 0, they have cars and gas stoves.) Just like how we can turn on a fan with the flick of a switch even though we don’t have electricity-manipulating powers, your average person who can’t use magic can similarly turn on a magic-powered fan with the flick of switch. 

If you go to a specialized school and study magic, mana will build up within your body.

* Just an illustration

The more knowledge you have of magic, the more mana builds up within you. After that, it’s just getting used to it.

[T/N: If that’s the case, then why can’t Ros use magic even without a Mana Maker…]

Since Crea’s body was taken as-is from after Rchimedes was using it, I think there’s some mana left behind in it. But since Crea isn’t really a subtle kind of person and he doesn’t like studying, I think he can’t use magic.

Question Corner #9

Q. From Arin-san:

Hello, please tell me Alf Parkinton’s birthday and what food he likes to eat.

A.

Since I named him “Parkinton” because I wanted to give him a name that sounds like “Pumpkin”, he’s born on October 31st!

His favourite foods are Squash Cake and Mashed Sweet Potatoes with Chestnuts.

He’s the type of person to drink black tea at a coffee shop instead of coffee, while enjoying a squash cake.

[T/N: A squash cake and kuri-kinton (mashed sweet potatoes with chestnuts).]

Question Corner #10

Q. From: Totomaru.-san:

Regarding what SQ Ros-san is called - Crea-san calls Ros-san “Sii-tan”, then introduces himself to Rchi-chan as “Ros’ friend Crea”, but is Ros’ real name in that universe still Sion? Also, are there some circumstances explaining why Ros-san decided to call himself Ros there?

A. 

I had Crea call him “Sii-tan” because it felt weird having him call him “Ros”.

I did try thinking back then about why Crea would call him “Sii-tan”, but I eventually decided to not worry about the little details and abandoned the idea without really thinking about it.

Some explanations could be:

1. Ros’ full name is Sion Ros or Ros Sion.

2. It’s a nickname that has nothing to do with his real name - to give an anecdote, I had a friend back in elementary school that we called “Ze”, but this was just because he liked ending his sentences with “-daze!” Originally, his nickname was “Daze”, but somewhere along the line it ended up as just “Ze”. Maybe something like that?

3. For some reason he’s taken up the false name of Ros.

It’s one of these three reasons! The truth is hidden in the darkness!

But since SQ has ended the truth will never be revealed, huh. Well then, I’ll think about it! This is my homework!

[ferrumumbra]

@rxpertoire​ asked:  firm [Zeph] MEME:  INTIMIDATION AND VIOLENT RP PROMPTS. 🤲🏻 or ‘firm’ // sender grabs receivers chin firmly

Auri was always as careful as he could be when in the company of any of the Ward that wasn’t Paulecrain - and as far as he had known, he had been rather well behaved that very late evening. Mayhap so well behaved, in fact, that he had entirely zoned out when listening to whatever it was he was being told - found to be staring towards a nearby gas lamp, instead. 

The firm grasp to his chin was unexpected, immediately flaring the wretch’s ire, agitation near burning within the vivid tone of his eyes as they snapped straight back to the Archimandrite. 

“I was listenin’-!” He quipped; “Y’ ain’ gotta keep tellin’ me over n’ over like I’m fuckin’ stupid.”  

[xzho-writes]

*holds amihan gently* i shall protecc this child for the rest of my life, ya hear??? now... *looks at diluc* you two KISS-

( als it's funny since my sona is from sumeru as well XD small world- )

YES YES PLS HOLD HER GENTLY SHE WOULD GREATLY APPRECIATE IT

ALSO HELP NOT DILUCCC SKXJAJDKWDKK—(giggling giggling kicking my feet and giggling)

[traumateam-chr22]

SWR berichtet über COVID-Verlegungen durch die Bundeswehr

SWR berichtet über COVID-Verlegungen durch die Bundeswehr

In einem Beitrag berichtet SWR Aktuell über den Einsatz des MedEvac Airbus der Bundeswehr zur Verlegung von COVID-Patienten im Rahmen des Kleeblatt-Konzepts. Im Interview sprichte die Redakteuerin des Senders mit Oberstarzt Prof. Dr. Kulla, dem Direktor der Klinik für Anästhesiologie, Intensivmedizin, Notfallmedizin u. Schmerztherqpie (AINS) am Ulmer Bundeswehrkrankenhaus    

[make-it-mavis]

“Wh o’s Tapper t hink he is. Cuttin’ m e off. I g ot rights. I’m a-- I’m a fr eakin’ Litwak’s Flim-Flammery Sender citizen, ain’t I.

I got s o many-- SO MANY-- rig h ts. So m any it’d ma k e that-- w h ate ve r, that pink blob guy choke. I gots as much a right to th r ow Koopas as  a n y o n e  else ‘n this dump. I got r i ghts, consarnit.”

[defensorpacis]

Kampf gegen den Terror: ohrenbetäubende Explosion trifft US-Truppen im Irak

Kampf gegen den Terror: ohrenbetäubende Explosion trifft US-Truppen im Irak

Eine gewaltige Explosion zielte auf einen Konvoi mit Raketen und anderer militärischer Ausrüstung für die US-Terroristen in der Nähe der Ain al-Assad Airbase im Westirak, einem der wichtigsten Außenposten Washingtons im arabischen Land. Laut dem iranischen Sender Press TV wurde der Konvoi auf der Straße zum Luftwaffenstützpunkt in der irakischen Provinz Anbar von dem Angriff getroffen, bei dem…

[faizmokhtar]

PSS 1068 ANUGERAH 77 SDN BHD starts July 26, 2019 at 01:00PM

Salam, Satu mesyuarat pembentangan PSS akan diadakan pada tarikh dan masa berikut:- Tempat : Bilik Mesyuarat Aras 18, TNB Jalan Timur Tarikh : 26 July 2019 Masa : 11:00 pm Kerjasama yang diberikan adalah dihargai dan diucapkan terima kasih. PS: Ain tolong book bilik meeting. Terima Kasih QAWIZAMSHAH BIN MOHAMMAD Jurutera Kanan (System Study) Asset Planning & Performance Distribution Network Division, TNB Tel (H/P): 019 3366 727 Tel (Off): 03 7967 9000 Fax: 03 7967 9355 www.tnb.com.my> POWERING THE NATION ******************************************************************************************** NOTIFICATION: The personal data and other information contained in this email is confidential and only for the use of the intended recipient. If you are not the intended recipient, you must not read, copy, deliver or disclose this email to anyone. If you have received this email in error, please notify the sender immediately or call 1300 80 2323 or TNB CareLine at 1300 88 5454 and permanently delete all copies of this email. TNB disclaims all liability for any error, loss or damage arising from this email being infected by computer virus or other malicious software. ******************************************************************************************** via IFTTT by https://ift.tt/1WlDRuJ