#(The language generator might not make it justice but ANYWAYS...)

[respondedinkind]

@paramounticebound gets a random starter from me because reasons!

Something must have gone wrong somewhere along the lines.

Ka'anh had managed to reach the hangar - managed to fight his way through dozens of his own kind, sent after him to catch the fugitive and make him suffer for the consequences of not being enough - and even reached one of the many shuttles; How his body still carried his weight at that point he didn't dare to question.

Perhaps he'd just been blessed with an impossible large amount of luck, allowing him to close the doors and start the shuttle before the military was able to catch up with him - he doesn't believe in luck, and yet there's no other reason that explains how he even got out, away into the universe, the darkness of space.

But where luck brought him away from his planet, misfortune decided to intervene, it seemed. The last thing he remembers are the blinking lights of his vessel, alarms blaring from left and right, his shuttle getting shaken and pulled on by forces he'd never experienced before.

A bright light, and then...

A grunt escapes him, followed by a moan that comes from somewhere deep within his core; Pain shoots through him like a bullet, from head to toe and back up, and he squeezes his eyes shut as the taste of sand infiltrates his mouth.

Ka'anh's here, all of a sudden. Somewhere else, somewhere he hasn't been before, stumbling away from his crashed shuttle into the nothingness of what seems to be a vast desert ahead. The wind is merciless, but at least it's breathable; His body burns from the scorching heat, his heart racing due to blood loss and the injuries he's sustained both from his previous escape and the crash on this foreign planet.

A mixture of sweat and blood drips along the curve of his forehead, into his eyes - he blinks it away, spits crimson into the orange sand and continues to move forward... one step at a time. One, one, one, one...

He's alone, he guesses, lost somewhere where there's only the horizon visible at the edge of the world. But then he spots something else... something that looks equally as destroyed as his own vessel, most likely crashed in a similar fashion he has hours ago.

There's a body lying in the sand, on its stomach, close to the mountain of ripped steel. Ka'anh is armed, thank god he thinks, and pulls his bio-coded gun as he steps closer. One step at a time...

The image in front of his eyes turns triple from the pain and he grunts, but keeps standing. His nostrils burn, his body close to giving up, but he has to... he has to---

The gun is pointed at the foreign body, the head that's turned away from him. Raven hair is all he sees, no features, nothing that can tell him whether the other individual is even alive. How did this person end up here, he wonders - and why did their ship went down so close to my own...?

"---Tra!" (Hey), Ka'anh shouts after a while - the harsh wind swallows his voice, so he clears his throat, coughs and spits before repeating himself: "Tra, eiqe!" (Hey! You!)

He wonders if the other is alive - whoever that person is. Appears to be male, that's all he can tell, judged by the shape of the body, but... there's not much else he can work with - not unless he steps closer. He won't, not yet.

[letsmyy]

i have a request!!! you should write a daughter of apollo x leo valdez fic but based on espresso by sabrina carpenter (idk i feel like that song gives children of apollo vibes!) it'd be leo obsessed with the apollo girl (like him being absolutely obsessed with her, having the biggest crush on her possible, he constantly thinks about her, him being an absolute loser bf) and finally getting the courage to ask her out on a date or something like that.

“she’s like a shot of espresso…”

leo valdez x duaghter of apollo!reader

warnings: use of yn! english isn’t my first language so it might be some errors!!

thank you so much for your request, it made me so happy!! idk if what i wrote it’s exactly what you want but i hope you like it 🤕 this is my first timing writing a real fic and I think it really shows lol, but i promise I’ll try to improve in the next one, I’m so sorry if it’s that bad, and this is really short too? omg im really bad at this lol, but anyways, ly anon tell me your opinions (honestly) abt this later, kisses to uuu!! 🫶💗 (btw anon, please request other things I feel like I didn’t did you justice with this one)

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“is it that sweet? I guess so…..”

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ - ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Leo was sure he was going crazy.

He always had a pretty big amount of silly crushes on girls, but with you? It was getting way too serious. Of course, you're beautiful, incredibly kind, and too generous for your own good, and you treated him well, but that isn't enough reason to make him lose sleep; at least that's what he thought.

And he was extremely wrong. Being in your presence was the equivalent of being bathed in the sunlight, and gods, he felt like a prisoner who hadn't seen the sun in years.

He's completely obsessed with you; he just needs the courage to verbalize that, but being honest, Leo felt like a coward at the moment.

While being lost in his thoughts (the thoughts being the pretty daughter of Apollo that never leaves his mind), the boy finally falls asleep.

Leo doesn't mind waking up if that means spending the day with the people he loves, so after getting ready for the day, he searches for you.

And he found you, talking with a much younger camper, helping him. You're smiling like it's the best day of your life, and Leo could swear that you're almost glowing.

The boy makes its way to you the same moment you finish talking to the kid, now having your full attention on Hephaestus' son.

"Leo! Good morning!" Your voice to him had the same effect as listening to his favorite music, it made him happy in ways he couldn't explain, even if his life depended on it. 

"Yn! Good morning!" He mimics you, not in a bad way, just a teasing one. You roll your eyes in fake annoyance.

"Sooo, did you sleep well, Valdez?" You ask, seeming really interested in the answer, but he knows that you're like that for everything, being extremely kind.

"Not really, would be better if I dreamed about you," you laugh amusingly.

"You say that every day, y'know?"

"I know, I say because it's true. " You can't help but blush a little. You're used to Leo flirting with you, but it never gets past that, so you just learned to joke back.

"Hilarious, Valdez... fortunately, I slept very well today, and I'm more excited than normal! I think it's because it's so sunny today, that's awesome, was thinking about going to the lake later. I can't waste such a pretty day like this one painting inside my cabin..."

"Unfortunately, I'll be in the bunker today, I have lots of things to do."

"What? No! You're coming with me, you can't waste this wonderful day either!" You grab his hands, walking toward the lake.

Leo could swear he would pass out at that moment. He couldn't even think about denying your offer, he would prefer dying to doing that.

After a few seconds, you guys get to the lake.

"Look how pretty it is! You have to go swimming with me, it’s a need.”

"Look, sunshine, water and fire don't get along so well, so I might skip that one" he says, apologetic. You frown, thinking.

"We don't need to go swimming, we can just talk, i really don't care." You smile lovingly at him.

"I don't want to ruin your day! There are many people that can go with you, you'll find someone better to do that." He's so oblivious that it's getting concerning.

"I want to spend time with you, Valdez. I don't mind if it's swimming or just talking, I want to, you know..be with you."

"Oh." He's acting like a loser, he can't think straight anymore and is blushing like crazy, but who cares?

"Oh?" You tease him, smiling.

"Yeah, we can. Just talk, I'm happy with that. " His smile was so genuine that made your heart melt.

That's when you realize you're still holding his hand, and you don't want to change that. You can feel he notices too.

Something just snapped in his head, now it’s the time, now or never, right?

"Yn? Can I tell you something?" He says it in a quiet tone, and you just nod.

"When I'm around you, it's like constantly drinking a shot of espresso, it's like being bathed in sunlight, you're incredibly energetic and enthusiastic, and i just can't get enough of you, you're my sunrise and daylight....all I'm saying is, gods, I very much love you more than just friends" You're surprised, really surprised, so surprised that you can't even speak for a moment, which just makes Leo even more nervous.

"Please say something...like, anything, a no it's better than silence because it’s less-“ Before he yaps again, you interrupt him:

"I like you too." The boy almost squeals of pure excitement.

"Seriously? Oh gods, oh gods. What?" He's so happy, it's so sincere, so soft, it's amazing, you can feel your heart beating so fast, and you don't even care; seeing him like this because of you is the best feeling you ever felt.

Then you see that one look, meant just for you, it's like time has frozen, and you're both thinking the same thing. Then, like all the stars aligned, you kissed him

[almondemisewriting]

doomed to repeat

prologue: original sin

This story happened a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. It is already over. Nothing can be done to change it. - Matthew Stover

notes: as mentioned before on my main blog @almondemise, I recently watched the acolyte while recovering from an infection and became rather obsessed with it. I fear this might be my roman empire. star wars had never really interested me but you can count on the fact that I watched every single of those movies after finishing the acolyte. although I haven't written fanfiction in years, I better put this english degree to work. no oshamir as I fear I can't do them justice. / banners are by @cafekitsune & gif by @goodsirs

summary: after Osha and Mae had banded together and betrayed Qimir in the forest of Khofar, he killed them. now, once again, he was alone. how good that he had already been working on another plan. on the other end of the galaxy, there was a girl born out of pure force. a weapon raised for one reason only: to kill him. but the force works in mysterious ways.

word count: 3.6k

pairing: qimir x female oc; the stranger x female oc

warnings: english is my second language, jedi evil arc, manipulation, psychological abuse, physical abuse, violence, martyrdom and other religious themes, probably inaccurate star wars lore & deviation from both plot and general worldbuilding, explicit content and other sensitive themes in following chapters

She had never chosen to be the Chosen one. Her destiny of martyrdom was forced onto her as retribution for her original sin: being born. All the suffering Amalthea endured throughout her life never could quite make up for it.

In fact, Amalthea had never made a decision, she was simply an amalgamation of all the choices made for her. She had no particular feelings about it. It was not like hate was a feeling that was allowed for her to feel anyway. There were dozens of rules for her to follow, a hundred things being forbidden to feel, a million things not allowed to experience, all for her safety.

If pride was allowed, Amalthea would have been proud of being good at following rules. It made her life easy, but it also made her lonely. Late at night, she lay awake, a blanket of unhappiness weighing her down, the viciousness of isolation gnawing on her bones so tangible that she bit her lips bloody. There was no one she could talk to. Amalthea was not allowed to speak to anyone unless spoken to. Emergencies excluded, of course. An easy rule to follow.

But at Anantore Point, only a couple of people were authorized to talk to her at all. Her days were spent in perpetual silence, thinking, listening. Often she went days without talking to anyone. It helped that people usually ignored her, acted like she was part of the furniture, her Cortosis ring and the veil helping to keep her hidden. Amalthea often imagined the others not being able to see her at all.

Until a year ago, no one bothered to correct her daydreams. It would have been worse if there were people who actually wanted to talk to her. A connection. Any connection. Amalthea vastly preferred being invisible. At least that is what she often told herself.

With time, not being able to talk to anyone made her into someone who was an excellent listener. And she was eager to listen. Going into most of the rooms of Building C and blending in to eavesdrop was easy.

"..heard that Team Three did not come back from their mission. Apparently they sent a message that they found him and then just vanished. They couldn't even track their ships!" "And they won't try to find them?"

Kiani and Odessa were low-stationed officers who mostly did administrative work but had a hang for gossip. Amalthea became acquainted with most of the events at the station thanks to them. Usually, it was just who slept with who, complaints about what food they served in the canteen, and other inconsequential things. But sometimes Odessa had interesting news thanks to Nyseth. Amalthea did not know exactly what his job was, but she did know that they tried desperately to hide their relationship.

Knowing so many secrets of the people living at the station did not make her feel bad. It was not like she could have told anyone. And with news like that she could not help listening in a bit more closely. Sinking into a plush brown chair close to them, she acted like she was reading one of the books she always carried around, but focused on their mouths. Conversations like these were often whispered and she was lucky that the veil hid her stare. 

"No, I heard Yavin say that they will not send a recovery ship. It's too dangerous. He is probably on some other planet already, but all kinds of cultists will be searching for him. He says that having multiple ships in the same vicinity will end up with us losing more teams."

Odessa's voice was hushed and taut. When she named him, she almost stumbled over her own words, her fear transforming her dispatch into a jumbled and croaky mess. Amalthea heard Kiani gasp. There was a short silence after.

"I guess it will be time then soon," Kiani mumbled. Both she and Odessa started looking towards Amalthea. The insinuation made her sick to her stomach. She promptly lowered her gaze down to her gloved hands. Had the others seen her staring? Were they still looking themselves?

Trying to sink deeper into the chair, her shoulders slumped forward in an unnatural curve, her veil almost touching her knees. Now, standing up and going anywhere would have made it obvious that she listened in. So she agonized in the awkward silence, trying to make herself invisible again, the feeling of uneasiness leaving behind an uncomfortable prickle on her skin.

Suddenly, loud chatter outside the door interrupted them. The metal of the double doors crashed into the sandstone walls next to it and in came a whole barrage of people back from their missions and other work, ready to storm into the canteen to fill their grumbling stomachs. 

By now, Amalthea knew all of them. At Anantore Point there were less than fifty people employed and even less than that were allowed to enter the buildings on a permanent basis. The less people knew she existed, the better.

The loudest group of all were Brom, Qimir, and Kona. Qimir was today's good news. During a mission over the last couple of days, his ship suffered sudden engine failure while in hyperdrive, and while going back into realspace he got unlucky and landed in an asteroid field where he got cut off from the rest of the group. Just this morning he was able to find them again, his ship completely beaten up, but his mission completed.

Amalthea did not know what to think of him. He was unprofessional, goofy, carefree, and not the smartest. But he knew his way around ships and various planets better than more experienced explorers at Anantore Point and he had come here on personal recommendation by Senator Fasmum. Most importantly, he was her anchor point when the time came.

Qimir's job was being responsible for getting her safely to him so she could do her job. Perhaps the last person she would ever see. Still, he was the reason she had to wear the Cortosis ring. At least that is what Amalthea guessed. Until Qimir showed up a year ago she never had to wear one. But like her, he was Force-sensitive, although he never studied it. They tested him and he could barely even light a lamp. Master Xylter said that the Force was wasted on someone like him. But Qimir could still observe it. 

And that was the problem. Although Amalthea could not see it, she exuded massive amounts of the Force and that was distracting for every Force-sensitive person who came close to her. Close in this case was relative. Depending on how sensitive someone was to the Force, they could feel her from hundreds or thousands of miles away, even if they were strangers.

She wondered what it looked like, but no one had ever bothered to tell her. And Amalthea did not dare to ask. Master Xylter had said that it was because more important guests would visit after the recent happenings, but it was obvious that Qimir could not concentrate on his job with her around in this state. Amalthea did not mind the Cortosis ring. Sure, it was heavy, but having it rest on her collarbones was strangely comforting sometimes.

However, not even the ring could make Qimir stop looking at her. She felt the weight of his stare bearing down on her without mercy. And she just didn't understand why. Most of the people at Anantore Point didn't even give her a single glance, never mind a second one. Meanwhile, it was like he could not rip his eyes away from her.

Sometimes, when she sensed him, she looked back and it was like he could stare straight through the veil into her eyes, making the hairs on her neck stand up. At least, he was good at concealing it in front of others. Amalthea was not ready to be lectured on being too noticeable. 

So, like many days in the last year, she decided to eat her dinner in her room. Nobody looked at her when she got up and made her way to the door. Except Qimir. His gaze was glued to her. When she walked past him to exit, she could have sworn that their eyes met. Knuckles white and straining, she clutched the front of her robe in her hands and got out of Building C as fast as she could, stumbling over elevator entrances, stairs, and her own boots.

Could he see underneath her veil? That was impossible unless you were a Jedi and had enough control of the Force. And there were only five Jedi living at Anantore Point: Grandmaster Torinn, Master Xylter, Yavin, Ecla, and Amalthea. Shuddering, she tried to physically shake off the feeling, her dense robe rustling in the desert winds outside. The way from Building C to Building A was, as usual, completely empty. Out of all of the people living here, only four had access to Building A, Amalthea being one of them. Only Ecla was standing in front of the entrance ready for her night shift and nodded at her. "Meditation?"

She simply nodded back and made her way to her room. As her guard, Ecla was allowed to talk to her. When she first came to Anantore Point six years ago, Amalthea was really excited but soon understood. Ecla was here to do her job, not make friends. She would later quietly enter her room to put down dinner and then leave as quickly as she came. The same routine as most days. Only after closing the door behind her, she realized that her books still laid in the employee room.

Although Amalthea was bored a lot, she was grateful. The Conclave of Light had saved her life when she was a baby, housed, fed, and trained her. In exchange, she did what she was born to do and it was an honor. There might have been many rules, but they were all there to keep her safe from Rebels, Wildlings, and, in the worst case, the Sith.

Most people believed them to be extinct, but you could never be too sure. And suspicious events over the last years had proven the caution of the Jedi right. Soon it would be time for Amalthea to go. A nameless Sith had been slaughtering people. Jedi searched for him and ended up dead too. He was not a dark user with many followers, but he was amassing amounts of Force that made it clear that he was a danger. Not just to the Jedi, but to the Republic at large.

Just a month ago he had executed multiple Jedi and civilians on Khofar, then vanished without a trace. It was Amalthea's responsibility to stop him. A final fight. It was all Amalthea had been working towards. The climax of her entire life. Her purpose. Her dream? She had never asked herself that. She would rather not. The choice had been made for her, the Chosen One. Her immaculate conception would either end in immaculate victory or immaculate death. Before her thoughts could get any louder, Amalthea assumed her meditation pose, closed her eyes, and concentrated.

Amalthea did not know how much time had passed since she started meditating when she heard Ecla enter her room. She often lost herself in her concentration, not knowing when and where she was when she awakened, saturated with Force and strengthened with knowledge. Ecla did not put her dinner plate down or leave the room. When Amalthea turned towards her, Ecla did not even hold a plate.

"Master Xylter requires you in the main office in Building B."

Immediately she knew what this would be about. Actually, Amalthea had already expected to be called in soon. It was time. The feeling of finality grabbed her by the throat and squeezed. But there was no time to acclimatize. She put her gloves back on and followed Ecla outside, struggling and breathless.

Amalthea could have found the way to the main office herself, but it was night, and Anantore Point, being the only cluster of buildings in this desert and desolation, stood out. Not having others around made it safer, but the lights flickering could be seen far away. So as soon as the sun tinged the sky with hues of pink and orange, Amalthea was not allowed to walk outside alone. She moved gingerly behind Ecla, almost hiding behind the broad shoulders of the experienced Jedi warrior, becoming invisible in between her massive strides.

Often, Amalthea pictured Ecla before Anantore Point in her head. She knew nothing but her name. Nevertheless, she trusted her. And, while she could not tell anyone, she admired her. She knew that Ecla would always keep her safe. Amalthea had personally seen her finish off intruders before. Secretly, she wished Ecla would come with her on her mission. She knew she was sinning heavily with that wish. Personal affections were forbidden. Any outside help during her mission was forbidden. But no one would ever know what she thought. No one ever asked. 

Master Xylter was not the only one waiting in the main office. Amalthea had a look at the others. Grandmaster Torinn. Yavin. Qimir. So it was as she expected. Master Xylter cleared his throat and she quickly got down on her knees and looked to the ground. "Greetings Master." Amalthea could hear Qimir swallow loudly. When she got up and glanced at him, he was glaring at her. Was he angry that she didn't greet him? But there was no time to contemplate.

"You know why you are here. Your mission is in three days. Say yes if you understand." Master Xylter had never been patient. "Yes, Master."

Amalthea pondered for a moment. It was now or never. "I don't know if I am ready for the mission yet. I still have not been knigh-,", she began.

Master Xylter reacted fast. "Insolent!" His voice was so loud that even Ecla flinched. Immediately, Amalthea fell to her hands and knees, her veil brushing the dirty ground. Not a second later, Master Xylter's boot secured it there. Desperate, Amalthea pleaded for forgiveness. She should not have acted so rashly and the humiliation of her audacity stung worse than a cut.

"How dare you question the decisions of the Conclave! I must have spoiled you too much. You have not been knighted because you're simply not worthy. I do not care if you do not think you are ready, you are ready when I say you are. You will do your duty and you will do it gladly," Master Xylter exclaimed. 

"Stand up." Slowly, Amalthea got back on her feet, her posture demure, her arms hanging aimlessly at her sides. They were dirty and bruised, but it was too mortifying to openly try to brush them clean on her already ruined clothes. She decided to get this done quickly.

"I have been ill-mannered, Master. I deserve punishment."

When she was younger, Amalthea cried every time this happened. But she quickly learned it would just incense Master Xylter more. By now, she had more control over herself. Calmly, she lifted her dirty veil, her face as tranquil as an undisturbed lake at dusk. When her Master struck, not a single soul in the room dared to move.

But the corner of her sight showed something interesting. Qimir's hands, tightly curled into fists. Did he want to hit her as well? He was an explorer, after all, a job that sought people with a hang for violence.

"Thank you, Master. I will do better," Amalthea said softly. As she put her veil back down her unobstructed gaze fell back upon Qimir. His eyes seemed to bore themselves into her, his dark blown-out pupils reeling her in like the gravity of black holes. It was the first time their eyes met directly. The moment was gone as quickly as a shooting star and Qimir straightened his gaze towards the empty space in front of him, his jaw unclenching and his back loosening. 

Yavin spoke up. "You will leave Anantore Point at dusk together with Qimir. He will take you to the designated place, deploy your pod, and wait for you to finish your mission. You will kill him. You will wait for further instruction," he stated slowly and clearly.

Yavin had been the commander of the explorers ever since Amalthea could remember and he was good at his job. He was deviant and did not want to be found. Commander Yavin did so anyways. He prided himself in his work, but he had gotten older as well and Amalthea could hear in his voice that he was glad that he could soon retire. It all came back to how successful Amalthea would be. Grandmaster Torinn laid a calming hand on Amalthea's veiled hair.

"Remember, Padawan. No weapons. Your Force will provide. Do not doubt the Conclave. As a last resort, please make use of this."

His old croaky voice was barely above a whisper, and still, everyone listened with reverence. Grandmaster Torinn had trained Jedi for decades, was highly respected, and had been specifically chosen to instruct Amalthea in the Force. He dropped a small green crystal in Amalthea's open hands.

"This is an Artusian crystal. It will strengthen your Force when you need it."

Next to him, Master Xylter grew impatient. "You will finish this mission. You will be successful. You will be allowed to talk to Qimir during the mission. Flight emergency situations only. Now go back to your room. Do not expect rations for the next twenty-four hours. Dismissed," he bellowed.

Amalthea clutched the crystal in her hand and felt the sharp edges press into her skin as she wordlessly left the room, bowing slightly. Of course, she didn't expect to get fed any time soon. Denial of food was Master Xylter's favorite punishment.

The three days were over faster than Amalthea anticipated. Ecla came into her room to wake her, but Amalthea had not been able to sleep and was already meditating, her new clothes equipped and her bag next to her. It was her first time to leave the building complex ever since arriving here over twenty years ago and the airfield fascinated her. There were thousands of little lights blinking like stars on the ground, dozens of ships awaiting to soar into the gradually lightening morning sky.

Amalthea felt electrified by what expected her, her stomach churning, her body slack and glossed over with cold sweat as she dragged herself behind Ecla towards a small exploration ship. Qimir was already waiting for her, greeting her shyly. Once again, his eyes wandered all over her body, fixing themselves on her face. Today was the second time he saw her without her veil.

She would not need it anymore from today on. There was nothing that could keep her safe now. So she lost her protective layers shielding her slender, bony figure and her dark curls. Qimir watched them billow in the artificial wind of the ship's engine, seemingly unsure of what to say. After some deliberation, he asked the worst question possible.

"Are you ready?" Ridiculous. Did it matter? Had Amalthea been anyone else, she would have probably laughed. Alas, she had not laughed in years. So she responded in the only way she knew and silently climbed into the ship that would deliver her into the hands of her destiny.

[saffron-words]

Introduction and UtsuKare Translations Master Post

Some of you might recognize me as that Russian translator of Utsukushii Kare books from Wattpad. I decided to revive my tumblr to compile all the links and explanations here for those of you, MBM fans, who can't wait for official English releases of the books.

I could never keep a blog, so for now here I'll just tell how it all came about, and you can find links to all my MBM translations at the end (feel free to just skip the wall of text). So a couple of years ago I finally bowed down and decided to read Utsukushii Kare series in Japanese for language practice, even though I found the summary unappealing and I'm generally suspicious of overhyped media (as far as BL novels go, these books seemed to be The most hyped-up series in Japan). Much to my surprise, I loved it so much it was hard to move on. And while I waited for a chance to buy book 3 and Interlude, I gobbled up everything else related to the series that I could. The manga was only just starting, I didn't like dramaCDs (but I'm in the minority), and the drama somehow revived my love for watching Jdramas, even though I thought that this part of my fandom life has been over for years. When the second season started airing, I made a new friend in the Russian-speaking parts of the Internet who was even more obsessed with MBM than I am, and we fangirled to our hearts' content. At some point I promised her to translate the big sex scene from the end of book 3 as a gift for all the talks. I did, and since back then there was nothing for book 3 in any European language, as far as I know, I decided to post it online and give a link to English-speaking UtsuKare fans too. And since Wattpad doesn't allow copying text, and the browser translator feature from Google Translate was really inadequate, I also put up a link to the translation made with Deepl. As far as machine translators go, it is noticeably more comprehensible, and I didn't have the time (or skills to do the book justice, really) to translate it to English myself. Anyway, after this excerpt I thought I could manage one more important scene from book 3, then one more, and then I finally gave up and started translating it properly from the beginning. I also started correcting mistranslations in Deepl-versions that I kept doing for English readers, so some parts of the book are now much more readable than others. Now the third book is done and I started to work on book 2, Nikurashii Kare. I also translated several stories from Interlude and plan to do at least one more, but that is put on the backburner for now since I want to do as much of the book 2 as I can before book 4 in the main series comes out. Yes, we're getting a new Hira and Kiyoi book! This year too, probably. And unless it completely disappoints me or something terrible happens IRL, I plan to translate it as well.

So here are the links to everything I've translated from My Beautiful Man book series:

Book 3 "Nayamashii Kare" which continues the story past the movie (completed). The text is in Russian, but there are links to decent machine translations to English at the beginning of each part (I've also run through most of them and corrected the mistranslations). Or you can use the in-browser translation feature, but the results would be less readable.

Book 2 "Nikurashii Kare" which was technically turned into season 2 of the drama and the movie, but the script has deviated so much from the book, at times it's like a completely different story (in progress; about 1/4 of the book will be done with the next update which I plan on posting soon). I don't make Deepl translations for this since the official English release will be out in a couple of months.

Stories from other books in the series. The first part is a short scene from Nikurashii Kare, and the rest are stand-alone stories from Interlude. One of them had also been translated to English by Mauli before, but I didn't use her version when working on mine. The rest of the stories have never been translated by anyone else, as far as I know. These, too, have links to Deepl-versions at the beginning.

Disclaimer: my Japanese is not yet really on a level good enough to translate fiction, and there are bound to be mistranslations even if you read the original Russian versions. But I'm cross-checking myself on everything to try and keep those mistakes to minor things. I also know how to translate so I made sure that the text flows well, doesn't feel choppy and retains the same vibe that I get from reading the original.

[magicalgirlfia]

Did someone say it’s “Fia talks about localization time”? No? Well too bad I’m talking about Apollo Justice.

Because it’s very funny to me that due to interesting localization, in Japanese Apollo talks in a way that is much less

“Nervous and jittery but trying to psych himself up by doing/saying things that he thinks look cool”

And more so

“Impetuous teenager trying to sound as masculine and serious as he can whilst wanting to explode at any given moment in time”

It’s such an interesting dichotomy because it’d be difficult to localize given that it’s basically him just tone and vibe due to the fact that it’s not WHAT he’s saying necessarily, it’s HOW he’s saying it.

Examples are:

Using the pronoun “オレ” , an extremely masculine and rough pronoun (which is usually used to portray masculinity and confidence in anime/video games but in real life is usually only ever used by men when talking to close friends in private)

The use of *katakana in his dialogue (when not using loan words). It makes his dialogue seem sharper and more forceful for lack of better terms

Sometimes using ぜ as ending particle which is masculine and adds force or indicates command (especially internally) even though he does tend/try to use pretty polite language externally.

*(as you might have seen above “オレ” is written in katakana and it almost always is, especially in his internal monologue)

All of these have been stated to give him a distinct voice when compared to Phoenix, who, in Japanese, talks like a normal, pretty casual guy with a bit of a goofy streak. However, the real nuances of this difference is pretty lost in the ENG version.

While the localization does put more of a focus on Apollo hyping himself up and making himself seem cool, it generally capturing how he comes off as younger (and louder) than Phoenix- however they wasn't able to easily carry over the little edge that made him seem much more "rough," so to speak.

Anyways I just wanted to ramble about translation for a bit and so I did. I hope that this was interesting to at least a few people and served as “Write Apollo as someone who is snide and smarmy” propaganda.

[eunkitarot]

Sunghoon Ideal Type A Tarot Read By Eunki Tarot.

Hi guyss since we touched on Enha's Ideal type I thought why not do the remaining Members :) here is Sunghoon's.

So right of the bat, the cards I pulled in the spread are 3/5 swords. This is heavy on intellect. So generally, he likes someone that is sharp and smart. Quick thinking and fast on their feet. This may sound harsh but this is what im hearing "Im sry to the 'dumb' / 'dense' people you aint for me". He likes someone that can hold conversations that have deep meanings, like books u read abt, or art.

So lets get into the the tarot cards.

The devil: this card is more to physical aspects, he likes someone that is charismatic and alluring. Someone that has a powerful and captivating presence. Their appearance might be marked by bold and striking features, exuding an air of confidence and sensuality. The Devil person often has a magnetic quality that attracts attention, sometimes in an intimidating or overwhelming manner. He likes if his SO have this power to captivate people. Or more so him. Because he is hard to be captivated, so if this person is able attract his attention, that is something.

Page of Swords: with this card he likes someone that is intellectual yet posseses a youthful energy. Quick witted. Someone that is curious and eager to learn is something he admires. Someone that have a thirst for knowledge is hot to him. Physical wise, this person will often appears alert and agile, with a keen gaze that suggests intelligence and inquisitiveness. Their movements might be quick and energetic, reflecting their active mind. This person likely has a youthful appearance, with expressive facial features that light up during intellectual conversations or when presenting new ideas.

Ten of cups: he would love his SO to be family oriented like him. Someone that content with who they are, confident in their own shoes. Someone that would love to settle down with him.For physical characteristics, the Ten of Cups as a person represents someone who exudes a sense of contentment and joy, often with a warm, inviting presence. Their facial expressions and body language tend to radiate happiness, and they might often be seen with a genuine smile or a relaxed, peaceful demeanor.

Seven of Swords:for this card, i am getting he likes someone that is quietly moving to achieve their goals. He admire people that make silent moves and only using sucess later on to proof. He think this kind of ppl is really cool , even though they are quiet they are not empty. The phrase 'empty vassel makes the most noise' comes into my mind. He dont like ppl who are loud but prove nothing at the end. So to have a SO that is a silent killer is what he deems his type of ppl.

Overall energy Bottom of Deck: King of Swords. Overall he likes somebody that is authoritative, strategic, and possesses a strong sense of justice and fairness. Someone that is able to make decisions with clarity and precision.For physical characteristics, someone that appears confident is what he likes.

I think in conclusion he likes smart ppl. Someone that can be an equal partner to him. He dont want to be in a relationship where there is power dynamic going on. He likes when his person is somebody that he can look accross the room and smile proudly thinking ' yeah that is my person, arent they smart?". To him , if he wants to grow in a relationship his partner should be able intellectual enough that they can grow together.

He is a very picky person is what i am getting. Very particular. He wont like anybody easily. Very very judgemental when it comes to this. So if u think u can bag him i suggest u come down to earth. Very few can impress Sunghoon. Even now im talking in such a condescending tone, ( his energy is seeping through me this happens anyways) i feel like he has very high standard .

Thats all,I hope yall like my reading :) pls help like and share my pagee

[fastcardotmp3]

you are the only person in this fandom i trust to talk about nancy so i just need you to know that during my rewatch i noticed nancy says “bullshit” SEVERAL times in season one, then obviously calls steve/their relationships bullshit at the halloween party in season two, then murray refers to the evidence nancy and jonathan bring him as bullshit (to the general public) and i just feel like that is so delicious to me. like i’m over fics where steve has ptsd related to the word bullshit and i need nancy to reclaim it lmfao

me, trying to proofread my fic all night: I have lost all grasp of the english language I can no longer Read

me, seeing an ask about nancy: OKAY SO-

anyways first of all I'm honored you trust me with nancy but I promise there are plenty of us out here who get her! nancy haters are So Loud about telling on themselves (even when they think they're being subtle) but we are here in our little corner of the fandom where we use our critical thinking skills <3

second of all!! AGREED!!!

steve is out here having been assaulted, tortured, drugged, weighed down by the responsibility over children being threatened by a violent white supremacist etc etc that's not even getting into the MONSTER stuff but people are still making up triggers for him so he can be soothed by (insert man of choice here)

you don't need to do that! you don't need to color Nancy in a light that even Steve "go with Jonathan" Harrington would absolutely not just to see him hurting, I PROMISE. I do it ALL THE TIME. Steve can even be actively heartbroken without him seeing Nancy as some unfeeling bitch of a villain like that is. literally canonically true PLEASE.

I might be wrong but the very first thing I remember Nancy calling bullshit was the fact that no one was hearing her when she said something happened to Barb. THAT'S the canonical origin of her using that word, THAT is Nancy's first moment of looking at the world around her and saying "this isn't right, I can't stand for it, and I'm going to do whatever I have to in order to tear down the facade distracting everyone from what actually matters- that my friend is missing."

Nancy calls bullshit when she and Jonathan are trying to infiltrate the Lab; the evidence that Barb isn't just a runaway is deemed bullshit; the relationship between her parents which makes her feel forced into a box is bullshit; these things that hurt Nancy are bullshit.

Let's look at it from that perspective, huh? Because you know what Nancy was feeling the night she called her relationship with Steve bullshit?

She was feeling hurt. She was lashing out at the thing that was hurting her in that moment and that was the fact that Steve was asking her to try and be normal for a night when she didn't know how.

Only yesterday she was visiting her dead best friend's parents and watching them still trying to find her and she just didn't know how.

Bullshit really isn't a lasting trauma in Steve's story, but have we ever thought that maybe it's a tell in Nancy's? A sign of crumbling walls in the girl who keeps trying to stack them all high enough to read as unaffected when all she's ever doing is trying to survive her own grief and responsibility and fear?

Nancy calls bullshit and her vulnerability slips, her search for justice heightens, her reasonable levels of paranoia intensify.

Nancy calls bullshit because at the end of the day she's still just a teenage girl who will never fit into the boxes anyone wants to put her in whether they be small and delicate or tough and badass.

Nancy calls bullshit because they didn't listen to her about Barb, but one of these days she'll make them.

so yeah, anon, we should definitely let her reclaim it. that's her fucking word, babey 💜

[qworflordking]

Ok, so as The Guy who went completely balls-to-the-wall in my Metor City fanfics, I wanted to share some stuff I especially delighted in this chapter! I went incredibly hard with my worldbuilding based off... a few lines, a few manga panels, so I'm really thrilled to see some of my base theories confirmed!

Meteor City Loves Their Children

I saw too many depictions of Meteor City as some lawless and cruel wasteland where only the strong survive, but they actually do care for each other. Even Uvo might be a bully, but his definition of "killing" is "hitting someone with a stick" - literal child's game rules, and the other kids are aware of Uvo's feelings and discuss them. It's worth noting the missing generation here - we see children (happy children, in patchworked clothing) and elders. The abductions and deaths are a tragedy they're too helpless to prevent, and it's not like the relationship with the mob was something they willingly entered - who was abducting them in the first place but the mob? Not to mention how we see them mourning their losses in the Ant Arc

2. The Life-Debt

I've seen so many people cite the "killing a member is the only requirement to join" rule, as told by Hisoka, as reasons why they find the Spider confusing. Despite the fact that most of what Hisoka tells Kurapika about them is demonstrably not true and the fact that they are suicide bombers. Seriously. I don't know why. But Togashi has finally added it to the tenets of Meteor City. Done and done.

3. Chrollo was Chosen

Confirmation: Chrollo was picked by the elders for a greater purpose. I know Togashi said he was elected to be a leader and never sought power himself, and I was always like "dude you did not put that crucial information in your manga" but here it is! I think the heart of Chrollo's internal crisis was that he did indeed sacrifice something of himself for duty, and even as an innocent kid we see him always thinking of everyone rather than just himself. One of Chrollo's core motivations is genuinely just to have fun with his friends (yeah, he has a twisted definition of fun) but also to protect his people - his definition of fun has changed from "dubbing sentai shows in a language everyone can understand" to "armed robbery woo", but it remains the same.

Anyways. I can't wait to see the next chapter! Meteor City and Chrollo are kind of a hinge-point for me on which the entire dystopic world of HxH hangs. They have this insane sense of justice stemming from utter desperation and I honestly didn't think we would see so much until the final arc of the manga.... and maybe I was the fool, lol, because pretty much every time we see the Spider we learn something new about where they're from. This really has been over twenty years in the making and it's finally here!

[utilitycaster]

It’s so interesting how spot-on you were with the thoughts about toxic Beaujes folxs fleeing to D20. The same person who’s been starting shit on twitter just found out that CR doesn’t allow mass-produced zines, and used that fact to make some batshit generalization about how “that’s why the fandom is corporatized and violent and racist towards any canon-contradicting fanon like all my beaujester friends told me and now I’m parroting it uncritically”.

So I think this might be my last post on this unless some more wild shit goes down (very possible) not because I disagree but just because I am also trying to be conscious of overshadowing my genuine excitement for The Ravening War. But yeah...like, I followed a few people who were CR fanartists until Beauyasha started happening and unfollowed them once that went down; it was extremely exhausting watching a bunch of (mostly white) people in their early 20s suddenly claim a show they'd watched over 200 episodes of was hopelessly problematic simply because their ship didn't happen. It was a truly vile combination of normal shipping drama plus appropriated social justice language about said shipping drama plus, as others have noted, middle-class white queer people [a demographic I fit into myself] shoving aside narratives about POC or working class people because they aren't explicitly queer narratives (or even narratives about queer people that aren't to their exact specifications of what queerness looks like; see people who refuse to respect Molly's pronouns or who erase Vax's bisexuality because he was primarily romantically involved with a woman).

The zine thing is fucking wild in particular for the following reasons:

The two CR-centric zines that person has mentioned as not ultimately moving forward were both zines that intended to pay the artists, ie, at least partially for profit rather than charity zines.

I am not personally in a creative industry but I've been reliably told by basically everyone who is that CR's policy is boilerplate.

CR has a pretty extensive history of showcasing and hiring fanartists; this is not opposition to fan content, which is how this wack job is attempting to portray it.

Similarly no one is devaluing fan content; they're just saying "you are throwing a big old hissy fit in public about the hypothetical scenario of The Ravening War not honoring a ship that has, and I am not joking here, six fics on Ao3 in total." (For reference: Lapin/Theo, a ship that person actively dislikes, has 56 works, which, idk I feel that's almost ten times as widely accepted fanlore.)

Their twitter currently is bragging about their cookbook zine (which as far as I know wasn't based in fanon but was just a cookbook with fanart in it) and not about their currently active charity zine (which is the one about Belizabeth and Citrina). Also that charity zine is available for free which really undercuts the "for charity" aspect. Anyway a cool thing to do is to not buy it, but just donate directly to the International Rescue Committee or your refugee-supporting charity of choice.

Anyway. This was an opportunity to rant a lot but I will leave you with this: I am not the right person, obviously, to enumerate every possible issue with CR's portrayal of characters of color nor the lack of diversity of the cast. I think discussions of racism and lack of representation in actual play are important to have. But it's telling that fanartists, specifically, who left CR over Beau and Jester not getting together but pretended this was about social justice, always seem to go to D20. Or NADDPod. Or Friends at the Table. Or have their art featured in the TAZ graphic novels. All majority white or entirely white main casts.

They rarely seem to go to, say, Rivals of Waterdeep, or Into the Motherlands, or Three Black Halflings (and those are still some of the better known examples, frankly). People complaining that Critical Role hates lesbians for having a lesbian relationship they didn't like never seem to check out The Broadswords, or use resources like this to find women-led actual play. It's about getting clicks; they want to find an existing fandom to adore them rather than use the power they claim to wield to popularize something underrated.

Anyway that's the last reason why I think I'm done for now: I think the best and most satisfying thing is to starve them of attention, and to enjoy the Ravening War and art and fic about it from fans who are happy to be here.

[saelwia]

. Who were you in a past life? .

.1.

A dancer. You would illuminate the room. You would wear a lot of pretty dresses, clothing in general, pretty jewellery. You were seen as very beautiful and had many suitors. It seems you were a woman, or at least very feminine. You might have loved plants a lot. You also loved animals loved plants a lot as well. You might have been isolated, or a loner. Even though many might have liked you, they didn't approach you, causing you to be always alone. This could have been selfinflicted, that you prefered it like this, but I'm also getting it wasn't and that you always felt lonely and misunderstood. People also very much misunderstood you, you felt you didn't speak the same language. You might have been able to speak a lot of languages. I'm getting you might have lived between 1890's-1960's or in 18th century, if you lived in the 18th century, you had healing vibes, you were seen as a healer, people would come to you, you worked a lot with herbs and potions, I'm seeing you applying salves. You would also make a lot of teas and soups, you lived in a cabin behind a forest in a meadow, you lived a bit further from other people, and you lived there by yourself. You lived your life in solitude, you chose this because people wouldn't understand you anyway, or you might have even been ostracized in a way, yet people would still come to you when they needed help. You most likely had a cat, a dog for some and a horse, and some sheep and chickens as well. I see you collectin wood, you had a lovely tiny house filled with herbs everywhere. Some of you lived till you were in your forties and others till they were end sixties-early seventies. You definitely came from a witch's family or a healer's family. Healing is in your blood. You can definitely communicate with this past self if you want to, she wants to communicate with you and teach you, especially if you fit the second description.

.2.

A witch. You were wearing flowy clothing. I'm seeing sixties or seventies. You might be born in the nineties now. You are probably the reincarnation of one of your family members, I'm seeing an aunt, great aunt or something like that. You were freespirited. I don't think you had children and if you did, you only had one, who you taught great values. You thought outside the box and you lived differently. You were or in a same sex partnership or you partnership was different for that time. You were very strong as well. A very strong character. You would defend those who didn't have that many, you would defend those who got ostracized in society, like a social justice warrior. But you also actually fought with words. You read books a lot. You were very up to date and intelligent. The other scenario I'm getting is wearing armor. A castle. Getting 1600's. Or you might really like the time period You might also have been a tarot reader as well. You might have come from a family of wealth.

.3.

You were very religious. I'm getting 1800's-1900's. You were some kind of aristocrat, nobel, wealthy person (mainly getting women). You had a father who was very strict and told you what to do, but also let you study. He found education important. You were a specialist in your field, a scientist I'm seeing mainly, a biologist, a historian, anthropologist of some kind, mythologist. I'm also hearing marine biologist, but I feel it's more related to your life now, maybe you feel very attracted to the sea, bodies of water, mermaids, sirens, mythology regarding water beings, etc… You might be even doing studying to do these professions in your current life time. Maybe you place a great importance in studying and/or getting a degree. I'm also hearing prosecution and the 1500's, this is the other scenario, you were a woman and highly educated as well, they tried to prosecute you for this. You were extremely gifted and intelligent, you were able to get yourself out of this and you build some sort of "empire", family legacy. Your husband adored you, almost revered you and had your back.

[radioactive-earthshine]

I didn't know you were into middle Earth and it makes me happy. I am curious about a young justice au where they are all from works of Tolkien. How do you think that might be like?

Okay. Instead of wrapping my brain around the logistics of time placement for this AU this is what I would start with.

I apologize this is going to contain Tolkien terms some people are not just going to get.

I have no idea what 'age' this should be in - I would have to think on that and rework things appropriately. I wrote this from the perspective of it being in the first age but now I am not so sure if that would be entirely appropriate and the second age would be more fitting. Everything you read here should be considered brain storming, not even a rough draft.

Kon - he is going to be an Ainur hybrid. For those unfamiliar with Tolkien's works the Ainur are people that would have the closest approximation to having superpowers. In this case I feel that Kon would either be 1.) an Ainur/Quendi hybrid like Luthien or 2.) an Ainur/Orc hybrid - because it would stir up the worst drama and I like orcs so I am biased. In both cases he would have a tie to Melkor/Morgoth because if he was an Ainur/Quendi that Ainur I believe would be a follower of Morgoth. Either way, Kon is going to have to spend time being exploited while working persistently to prove that he can be trusted. This also can keep the refugee/immigrant narrative intact.

Bart - you all know damn well the only option for him is to be an Ainur, most specifically a Maiar likely under Nessa. I would imagine that he would be curious and constantly leaving the confines of Aman to see what Middle Earth is all about. Alternatively, he could be part of the select group of Ainur that just decided to stick around in Middle Earth and not depart it at all for Aman. He doesn't understand why Ainur aren't mopping up Morgoth's messes, they released him after all! Maybe he had to leave Aman and he can't go back (or feels like he can't) because he can't for xyz reason.

I do not know how to make the time travel aspect work.

Cassie - she is an elf. Most specifically she is Teleri and her family did not go to Aman. Her family with all the other Quendi that chose to remain in Middle Earth have been fighting Morgoth's dark forces for hundreds of years. They are well seasoned warriors and are deeply upset that Morgoth himself is back in the world and those damn Noldor are kicking the hornets nest with him over and over again when they had him mostly contained. Either way, because they have several hundred thousand new Noldor kin in their land diplomacy and understanding is on the forefront of her family's mind. She also secretly thinks that direct assaults on Morgoth/forces of darkness is actually the right thing to do because they have just been putting band-aids on everything for centuries. Not everyone agrees with her.

Tim - he's a man. This is not something to sneer at because the race of men in Tolkien are not really like humans today, they are their own species and other species are generally a little spooked by them. Where did they come from? Where do they go? They live so little and yet so much. They are brave and foolish. Anyway, he's been raised among Moriquendi for his entire life. He knows their ways, their language. Their fighting techniques. If he had a choice about everything he'd rather work with his hands and hold a pen than a dagger but this is the sort of life that happened. He's fond of the Khazad. Note: he could also very easily be a Numenorian and that path might translate the best for his character but again I typed this out with restrictions of the first age.

I'm going to stop there so it doesn't get too long but just with surface mind gremlins nibbling at this concept this is sort of what I have to try to make this workable.

[kradogsrats]

How can a skywing elf have oracle powers?

An interesting question, since we don't actually know what oracle powers entail.

We generally think of an oracle as someone or something that can supernaturally predict the future, but going back to its roots it's both a bit more specific and a bit more broad. An oracle receives messages, usually in the form of visions, directly from the divine. This is as opposed to a seer, who interprets messages from the divine conveyed in the flight of birds, the shape of entrails in a sacrifice, etc. You also had people who did both, presumably just to make things more confusing. The association with the future is because... that's generally what people want divine knowledge about.

(What's the difference between an oracle and a prophet? As far as I can tell, it's mostly the route an individual example has taken in translation through several ancient languages to modern English. "Prophet" comes from a Greek word used to translate a Hebrew one, while "oracle" comes from Latin.)

The only other reference to an oracle in TDP, as far as I'm aware, is the Oracles of Ophidia, an Elarion-era group who are described as the origin of the true-sight serum Viren (unsuccessfully) uses in an attempt to discover the nature of the mirror. The oracles used the serum, which was harvested from eyeless vipers in total darkness, and would be ruined by any exposure to moonlight (the Moon being the primal source associated with illusions, naturally), to "see through the illusions of the world."

Supernatural "sight" of the future or truth is frequently associated with blindness or the release of normal sight in mythology and (by extension) fantasy, and TDP carries that theme—the blindfold of justice allowing true equality, the mirror which can only be seen through in darkness, the film over Viren's eye that lets him see Aaravos's illusions but arguably impairs his reason. Now we have the blindfolded Celestial elves, an order of Skywing elves who are guardians of Star primal magic, which is the primal associated with destiny, truth, time, etc. as well as the stars and Startouch elves being associated with divinity. We have yet to learn whether they might be blindfolded in order to perceive the will and messages of the stars, or to see through them and not be deceived.

Because the Celestial elves are winged Skywing elves, and Plotice is a winged Skywing elf, he could very well be a part of or adjacent to that order. He's also characterized as not just an oracle, but a luminous oracle, which is not a very Sky primal-y description but a reasonable Star primal-y one. However, he lacks any of the other design characteristics we've seen of Celestial elves so far, most notably the blindfold. This could be indicative of his personal hubris—maybe he left the order or works at the fringes of it, enjoying a powerful and mystical reputation instead of anonymous secrecy, and is therefore spiritually blinded. It could also just indicate that he has no association with them at all.

The other thing about Plotice is that he discovers spells, presumably Sky primal spells. This is significant in that a) the full scope of primal rune magic has not been reached/explored, and b) spells are discovered, not invented. You could say that he's essentially receiving spells (knowledge or messages) from the primal source itself, and conveying them to the people. That's functionally being an oracle for the primal source as a divinity that only has very specific things to say. I think it would be interesting if the discovery of new rune spells was associated with divine knowledge granted to an otherwise largely unremarkable individual, rather than something achieved through the study and power of an archmage.

Anyway, it's not really a question of whether he can be described as an oracle, but that we have no idea what that means.

[opanchu]

🪷🎲🐞🪓 zhanar, 🪽🐞⚖️🪓 aya :)

zhanar:

🪷 what gives this character inner peace?

saying "being around her loved ones and seeing them safe" might be a bit corny but its true its true!!! adding on to it though theres something special to zhanar about bringing up shared memories, like just this proof of human connection is extremely precious to her and is truly an everything is gonna be okay kinda thing to her

🎲 are they lucky?

sort of? her luck is pretty decent. not terribly unlucky nor outstandingly lucky. 50/50

🐞 does this character have any notable accent or dialect? what about other languages?

even though I think about this a lot for many of my ocs i don't think about this too often for zhanar because she's largely nonverbal >_<; HOWEVER i think the rare times when she does speak she does have an accent! i imagine her being kazakh (or well. whatever the xiv equivalent is to it) so ya she has a kazakh accent

🪓 would they make it to the end in a horror movie?

absolutely yes and out of sheer spite. she will NOT fucking die until she has decided she can

–

aya:

🪽does this character believe in a higher power?

i feel like ive talked about this in relation to her before but i cant remember what exactly i said or if i even posted it 😭😭😭 so if i said smth opposite before let me retcon it. anyway to keep it short yep she does

🐞 does this character have any notable accent or dialect? what about other languages?

i just gave her the default xiv british accent when picking her voiceclaim but maaaaaan i wanna go back on it 😭😭 idk if im gonna go find another voiceclaim for her but i think an accent that would fit her is the japanese & british accent blend that noodle has in the gorillaz g shock interview in particular (she has it in general but to me it sounds most prominent in that interview) cause aya is japanese after all

⚖️ how do they seek justice?

that's an interesting question and i'm gonna have to give it a LOT more thought cause i kinda know what i wanna say but bc I havent really talked about that before itd probably come out as nonsense. but it probably has something to do with her idealistic mindset that's literally not good for anyone mixed with the fact that she genuinely has good intentions and is a kind person who wants the best for people

🪓 would they make it to the end in a horror movie?

something tells me she would either survive to the end or die last minute. probably because of an accident/suddenly being reckless ("ive made it this far so nothing bad can happen now ^_^")

[incarnateirony]

What’s akrida? I am so confused

Are you. not watching the Winchesters?

It's the plot.

TLDR. Corporate god unplugged the TV in "current" and in the past wasn't a viable metanarrative anyway. By coinkidink locations that would totally become TBS in a few years as radio towers (1976 is the official launch of it as TBS by name), and rockin roxy is broadcasting all the greatest hits that slipped through the corporate cracks 24-7.

But, you see, Rockin Roxy is itself a joke. I'll just nod vaguely to Rocky's Bar. Consider it the ultimate dual banjos of 13 songs remix.

The cracks come from Jack making it loud. No, they haven't revealed it yet. Yes, that's part of it. Because the divine union of angel and human went off like a bomb in the void, and with it a thousand echoes of generational trauma, and the real trap and truth of it all--for the world, for Dean, and what those mean to each other.

The Akrida hide in our darkest traumas. For Dean, it's spiraling all the way down this hole, to jack echoing back at the end of the line as the shadows raged so loud The Empty itself entered Death, as the billions of voices of man cried out in their pain and regret and fear and lashed out, becoming locusts in the garden. But they were always there. They always existed. Ticks and leeches. They buzz buzz buzz like a gnat and they hide the truth. But this paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old.

But again we touch back to the metanarrative. Beyond the LOL of Roxxy leaking through the cracks by the Final Beat Of The Soul and reveals all, that trauma that needs unpacked is the heart. And how does this fandom handle its trauma. It doesn't. It runs from it. It buzzes and makes up opinions or catastrophizes or just avoids opening the door. Every chirping buzzing person that hasn't cared enough to dig for the real nature of the truth beyond all the layers is part of it. Akrida. The Locust of the Garden, and the final challenge of birth, accreta. In any other language, the truth is real. even a latam dub. Or just those greek, sanskrit and medical puns.

Heh.

What's Akrida, indeed.

The One. Follow the Path of the One towards Heaven. I will always find you here.

Perhaps it's time for people to start looking at what I've been reposting all year. Maybe Phoenix for those lyrics, or this one.

Now I face out I hold out I reach out to the truth of my life Seeking to seize on the whole moment yeah

Yeah naked true lies, only if you realize Appearing in nobody's eyes, till they sterilize Stop the guerrilla, warfare to keep it fair, Bro Change your rage to a smarter greater cause You know the stake is high stardom is near Those who sympathized you die, killer pass you by Do not waste your time in hating flirting guys Use your might to Als to do justice to them all

Now I face out I hold out I reach out to the truth of my life Seeking to seize on the whole moment to now break away Oh God let me out Can you let me out Can you set free from this dark inner world Save me now last beat in the soul

Yeah flooded apple pie Left until somebody cries Goddamn always talking shizzle behind man get left behind Come on and quit that shizzle tell me what you really want Louder ladies I can feel nothing in the tone of your voice Closer it gets y'all know how everything reflects Your soul and spirits lost pretends gets rejects Look man you are one who actually you detest I guess they're good reasons why you can't see next

Now I face up, I make head I bleach out cock and bull of this globe Thinking and seeing on the whole moment Now It's on Oh God It's enough Are you satisfied? It's already disgusting to dance with your palm Save me now, last beat in the soul

Now I face out I hold out I reach out to the truth of my life Seeking to seize on the whole moment to now break away Oh God let me out Can you let me out Can you set free from this dark inner world Save me now last beat in the soul

Now I face up, I make head I bleach out cock and bull of this globe Thinking and seeing on the whole moment Now It's on Oh God It's enough Are you satisfied? It's already disgusting to dance with your palm Save me now, last beat in the soul

[sheetbeat]

!Hello! I'm Brazilian, I watch a Brazilian rap anime (Gon x Pitou), I'll love your comment.

I know this is very intrusive, but I wanted to talk to you about more HXH, I love this anime, but it's really hard to find people who like this anime (in Brazil).

!!!Sorry for my english!!! 🙏😓😓💦

Intrusive? No, this is awesome! I'm so happy that my little Internet trail over Brazilian anime geek music has lead you to me. Thank you for reaching out! Your Alluka profile picture is adorable 😊 sending a message your way.

That Gon x Pitou track was sooo good, combining the forces of Mistery and M4rkim. I'm going to recommend it to other English speakers right now. My nerdcore + geek music recs have been a long time coming, so I might as well start them off with a bang!

A tip for my fellow clueless gringos/gringas: go into caption settings on YouTube and auto-translate! They can take a while to load. If you're impatient, go down in the comments and a user 'genesis' has transcribed the lyrics. Translate from there and follow along ^^

Medonho e sombrio / O ódio consumiu / Uma tormenta em um calmo mar / Ira de um homem gentil!

These lines stuck with me after hearing "Jan Ken Guu" by Kaitou. It's probably a coincidence, but seeing the title of this Pitou and Gon track, Homem Gentil, made me think it was inspired by Kaitou's.

As a bigbig Gon fan, these lines and this title resonate with me so strongly. He's a character often ignored, hated or interpreted in a way that doesn't sit right with me. I sympathise a lot with the little dude, and I find his mindset/morality interesting to analyse. To hear some guys from across the waters interpret my favourite character similarly to me is a nice feeling, even if I understand why Gon is controversial.

M4rkim did the character justice. I knew of M4rkim from his Griffith (Berserk) track and of course, his prior take on our boy Gon. Been a while since he did Caçador and I see the development. Mistery was more new to me, as I had only heard her Pitou track. That was a serious banger. Together? They killed it. This was such a good song.

If my memory hasn't gone bad, I've heard of tracks like this collaboration, Kaitou's "Jan Ken Guu" and Mistery's "Marionette" being called 'movement' type songs. I'm not sure what that means, but they have a shared special something that's interesting to see.

On the series, it's a shame HxH isn't too popular in Brazil. I see the 1999 anime getting a pt-br dub and all the amazing Hunter geek music Gabriza, Tauz, Enygma, Chrono, Kaitou, Basara, D.Y.A, Shiny etc. put out and I assumed it was super loved!

I don't know just how popular it is in England / rest of the UK (where I live) or the West specifically though. It is very highly rated on the website My Anime List, and named a lot when people talk about the best shonen, but One Piece, Naruto, FMAB, MHA and newer generation anime get talked about more I think. Which is a shame :(

Anyway, am so happy you reached out to me. I'm a huge fan of HxH and I love making new friends. A newbie with Brazilian geek music, and only got into it when I found Enygma's Hisoka track near release. Still, it's really cool!

It sucks to be on your own when you're super passionate about something, so I'd be happy to be someone you can share your fangirling with :D

and no worries about the english! understood you, and I think it's pretty awesome for you to reach out in a foreign language (because it can be real intimidating). if you can bear with my shoddy portugese and me using awkward translation tools, I don't mind switching languages to give you a break 💜

[christa-jqk]

Hi! I'm Christa!

Firstly, I'm 17 y. o. and, actually, I don't know anything about Tumblr. It would be great if someone helped me with gaining knowledge about this social network :)

Secondly, I'm Russian, the English isn't my native language. So, I apologise for my possible mistakes.

Anyway, I won't discuss the latest political events.

I have an opinion and an opportunity to express it, but I don't want to argue and make someone mad or uncomfortable.

Anyway, make love, not war!

Thirdly, I'm interested in

Anime? Not really often. I've heard about Chainsaw man, Attack on titan and some more anime, though. I'm keen on Mob psycho 100, by the way!

Music (generally metal, but I listen to other genres also, I'm not picky). Metallica (until And justice for all, I hate The black album) and Nigthwish (until Tarja leaving) are my favourite groups.

Reading? I rarely read, but I do my best to back to this hobby.

Typologies (MBTI generally, enneagram and psychosophia) since 2021. My types are written in the profile :>

Videogames! I've played Genshin impact a year and a half, but I've lost the interest. I know more than one game, so there might be more exciting and various conversation :)

I don't mind chatting someone! But I'm a school leaver, so lately I'm quite busy.

It's pretty naive to hope somebody'll respond me, yeah. But why not give it a try? As we say in Russia: "Попытка не пытка!"