#L 3-6

[midnightpillsnacking]

[Loulou*di S3V2 L 3-6] Hana-Doll 3rd Season THINK OF ME:ARK Translation

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Project Archive: L 3-6

Ageha: (wakes up) …This is…?

(Ageha walks forward and draws a curtain)

Ageha: (sighs) I see.

(Someone knocks and enters the room)

Rui: Oh, so you were awake.

Ageha: I very much am. Your knocking’s just a tired formality.

Rui: It’s better than if I don’t.

Ageha: You don’t say.

Rui: Did you manage to sleep well?

Ageha: Yes. I’m wide awake now.

Rui: And how are you feeling?

Ageha: (inhales) … Fine.

Rui: I see. Then–

Ageha: No, that’s not what I meant.

Rui: Hm?

Ageha: I can’t remember when was the last time I ever woke up this refreshed. No matter how much medication I asked for, not even once could I dream.

Rui: So that’s how it is.

Ageha: I’ve completely forgotten what it feels like to just wake up, to face the start of the day with my head this clear.

Rui: (hums)

Ageha: What is it?

Rui: It’s nothing, I just wanted to have your reaffirmation. Your judgment is always correct. I’m glad we decided to come here.

Ageha: The solo concert was nothing short of a success. Seeing the soulless white walls of the medical facility on our opening night just dampened the entire mood. Surely we have the right to spend a few days here for that.

Rui: You’re right. Coming here is–

Ageha: –a first. It’s nice and quiet. I always knew there was a dual use facility. The one who financed Amagiri Production to own this place was my father.

Rui: I had no idea.

Ageha: It was a desolate mountain recess, with no real value or importance. At least, that was what I gathered.

Rui: No wonder this place is located so far away from civilization.

Ageha: I heard that it will be reconstructed as a cultural asset once it has fulfilled its purpose. It’s more convenient that way, with my father filling a government seat and the production company unable to use it in public.

Rui: I see. That’s why the facility is dual use.

Ageha: All that aside, didn’t you come here because you needed something?

(Ageha and Rui enter another room)

Ageha: …Toki. Is he conscious?

Rui: Yes. He’s alright.

Rui: (walks over) Toki-bou.

Toki: Rui-san.

Rui: Ageha’s here.

Toki: Ageha-san! Good morning.

Ageha: Good morning.

Toki: Sorry for not noticing you earlier, I was just lost in my own thoughts.

Ageha: … You seem to be in high spirits today.

Toki: That’s right, I feel amazing.

Ageha: That’s good.

Toki: I don’t even really need the wheelchair anymore. I can walk perfectly fine on my own, but Rui-san insisted that I use it.

Ageha: It’s because he just absolutely loves meddling with other people’s business.

Rui: … I’ll go prepare a meal.

Toki: Rui-san, you can cook?

Rui: I can if it’s something simple, but there’s no ingredients to use at the moment. The meal will be tablets. House system, morning plates for Ageha, Rui and Toki.

Toki: Seriously? Boo.

Ageha: ‘Something simple’, he says?

Toki: Huh? Ageha-san hasn’t tried Rui-san’s food before?

Ageha: In the training academy and star class dormitories, the meals are entirely monitored.

Toki: Ah, I see.

Rui: I would cook if I had the chance.

Ageha: I’ll pass on putting anything you make into my mouth.

Rui: The AI here functions more or less at the same capacity as the one in the dormitory. With the medical monitoring protocol, there’s not much I can do, even if I wanted to.

Ageha: ‘Even if I wanted to’?

Rui: I meant to say it as a form of reassurance.

Toki: I get it… so that’s why there’s nobody else here.

Rui: The staff were ordered to leave as per Ageha’s wishes, to be exact. With the AI, the level of monitoring is the same as in the dormitory. It will be enough for daily activities, even unmanned.

Ageha: I didn’t want to put up with their excessive instructions and counseling. This is our time off from work.

Toki: Time off?

Ageha: Yes. It’s not an ordinary rest day. It’s our special reward, for attaining a worthy achievement.

Toki: It’s special? So that’s why it’s just the three of us here in this nice place.

Ageha: Will you be bored, with just me and Rui?

Toki: No, not at all! I’m glad it’s just us three. There’ll be no one else getting in our way and disturbing us!

Rui: I’m pleased as well. Having our days off at the dormitory becomes dull after a while. Especially for Ageha.

Ageha: Rui…

Rui: I’m only stating the truth, not my concern.

Toki: That’s ‘cause resting up is also a part of our job, right?

Rui: As you said.

Ageha: (sighs) Toki. You can do the things you like during this time.

Toki: Do what I like? Oh, I wonder what I should do?

Rui: If you can’t decide, then we’ll have our meal first.

Toki: I’ll get the plates!

(Toki gets up and walks over to help Rui. They converse away from Ageha.

Toki: Is this my plate?

Rui: Go back and sit down.

Toki: Come on, I’ll be okay taking the plates!

Rui: Are you really that hungry?

Toki: Eh? (giggles)

)

Ageha: (laughs to himself)

Ageha: Rui. Toki. The tablets don’t have any flavor anyway, and with this nice weather, why don’t we eat outside in the garden?

Rui: …That concludes my report.

Staff member A: Seems like his condition has stabilized; that’s a relief. Now let’s take a look at the results of the medical check. (types something in) Looks good. It’s perfectly stable.

Rui: It might be from the success of the live performance, or even being able to be at ease in this environment. It seems that both treatments are having a noticeable effect.

Staff member A: I was initially worried about what would happen.

Rui: I sincerely apologize for causing concern.

Staff member A: I hope that this stability won’t be temporary. Changing the topic, what about you?

Rui: What about myself?

Staff member A: How are you feeling about your current condition?

Rui: There’s nothing in particular to report. Has there been a drastic change observed?

Staff member A: It’s just a personal compulsion. Besides…

Rui: Hmm?

Staff member A: The dual-use facility isn’t a place of fond memories for you, am I right?

Rui: Are you talking about Amemiya?

Staff member A: That’s right. When you came to check up on him, he–

Rui: There’s no need to concern yourself. I’ve said it once before: The emotions I was born with aren’t pretty.

Staff member A: Yes, I remember you saying that. But you are still an idol of Amagiri Production, a test subject of the Hana-Doll Project, and a member of Loulou*di. Please keep that in mind.

Rui: Of course.

Staff member A: I won’t police you about what you can or can’t do during your break, but please take care of yourselves. Also, please don’t enter any rooms that you don’t need to use.

Rui: Understood. I will be in touch.

(The screen switches off)

Staff member B: Good work out there.

Staff member A: Ah, thanks.

Staff member B: Loulou*di seems to be in good spirits, don't they?

Staff member A: Well, at least that’s what the latest data’s saying.

Staff member B: Please don’t try to scare us.

Staff member A: It’s scary to begin with. To think that just one performance could stabilize everything. We didn’t even need to step in to amp up their condition.

Staff member B: Isn’t that a good thing?

Staff member A: This recovery isn’t some touching success story.

Staff member B: What happened to the guy that was all ‘Now this is the positive emotion that should be used to influence the flower’?

Staff member A: That’s what I thought would work. But as the caretaker of the host[1] who bears the weight of this influence, how am I going to report and present the data to Dr Toudou? (types something in) No consistency across the data means no possibility of replicating the result. Carving the miracles of God on slabs of clay can’t be called research.

Staff member B: … What’s this? Their biorhythm is being sent here in real-time, isn’t it?

Staff member A: That’s right. Something got your attention?

Staff member B: Yes. Could you give me a moment with this? (goes to type something) A few days ago, I was here wiping out all of Loulou*di’s old data.

Staff member A: Eh? And what about it?

Staff member B: I wanted to get a deeper understanding of the project. There wasn’t much data left on Chihiro and with Anthos* being the latest addition, there’s been too many new entries popping up for them. It hasn’t been that long since they debuted, right? So I thought about using Loulou*di as my subject of analysis.

Staff member A: You were able to pull all of that up from just those few operations? Looks like you’ve got more of a backbone than a thought.

Staff member B: I’ve simply decided to graduate from being a greenhorn and start being a real researcher. As for the summary for this… here it is.

Staff member A: I see. Your perspective isn’t a bad start, but next time, send in a request to access the library before you begin your work.

Staff member B: Eh?

Staff member A: If you need this level of data… (types a few keys) …then this should do. 

Staff member B: …Oh, my god.

Staff member A: Now let’s not put all your hard work to waste. What’s next?

Staff member B: Ah, yes… These values are from this morning, right? See, over here.

Staff member A: Hmm?

Staff member B: These values from him… Just what type of waveform is this? I’ve never encountered it before, so I’m just wondering what it was.

Staff member A: Now that you’ve mentioned it…

Translator’s Notes:

The dialogue for ‘host’ is spoken as ‘yadonushi (やどぬし)’, for which the kanji is ‘宿主’ and the definition is ‘landlord’. However, this kanji can also be read as ‘shukushuu (しゅくしゅ)’, which means ‘parasitic host’. This is also the more common understanding of the kanji.

[anarcho-puppy]

self-discovery is so hard because bro why are the lines between platonic, romantic, and sexual (not to mention aesthetic, etc.) attraction so fucking blurred???

i'm tryna figure out if i'm aro, right? i know i'm acespec but dude this is so fucking hard!!!

idk i just see my friends as "more than friends" but not in a romantic way, i guess? like, yes, i would totally kiss my friends on the lips and live with them (in more than a roommate way) and maybe possibly do sexual things with them but in a platonic(?) way. and i'll tell people this and they say, "well you can't be aro, you obviously have crushes on your friends" but DUH OF COURSE I DO!!! I HAVE HUGE PLATONIC(?) CRUSHES ON MY FRIENDS!!! I AM SO IN LOVE WITH MY FRIENDS!!!

my friends feel like more than friends but they don't fit into any of the other categories either so idk anymore

[benevolenterrancy]

Can I ask what was your first impression of TGCF and if it turned out wrong or right?

My first impression of TGCF was "this goof continuously ascends to -- and gets kicked out of -- heaven, this is going to be clown town isn't it?"

And honestly I stand by that one, I think I was completely correct**

(**barring the fact that this goof will then go on to experience ever conceivable horror known to man but honestly I mostly expected it after MDZS)

[cinnamonrollsledge]

HISPANIC HERITAGE MONTH + BAND OF BROTHERS:

JOSEPH "JOE" RAMIREZ

Born October 5th, 1921, in Nebraska

Died April 8th, 1988 (age 66), in Martinez, California

Joe Ramirez enlisted in September 1942 (age 20) in San Francisco, CA, and he trained with Easy Company at Toccoa. Holding the rank of Private, he served in Normandy, Holland, and Bastogne. He was hospitalized in January 1945, and discharged in July 1945. After the war, he was married for many years, and had children and grandchildren. When he passed away he was buried with his wife, who had passed away 11 years earlier. Further information about him is scarce, but the brief character profile in the Band of Brothers series bible describes him as Mexican-American, and his personality as "sensitive and nervous."

Appears in Episodes 1, 3-8, and 10; portrayed by actor Rene L. Moreno

Sources below

A million thanks to @bleedingcoffee42 for tracking down this info for me!

[mt07131]

I'm not gonna change So stay out of my way I don't need you to understand That I'm already saved

Every time I comm @commander-sarahs-art I think she can't POSSIBLY get better than the last time AND YET she continually blows it out of the water!!!

[aoitakumi8148]

𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓤𝓹 𝓐𝓽 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼, 𝓢𝓸𝓷... 𝓝𝓸𝔀 𝓖𝓸 𝓦𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓤𝓹𝓸𝓷 𝓞𝓷𝓮, 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓷...

𝒞𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓃-𝑒𝓍𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒷𝑒 ‹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓊𝓅› 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃? 𝐼𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 ‹𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃› 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝑔𝑜?

I do not have apathy, depression, anything that would be fashionable to rant about. I am simply in pain... extreme pain. And attempting to dull the edge of it is what I have been doing since v.1. As if something has indeed been fragmented & this is the pain of my conscious life. And every time I travel the melodious/glamorous path of frenzy, every time I complete it, I am going to experience the same precious pain intensity, purity of pain/ecstasy. I am going to be eventually bound to this inmost/overwhelming awe, this vehement impulse to feel/fondle/kiss what is loved, to kneel down before it, to cuddle up to its heart, to recompense bliss with bliss... More and more. Neither the good boy nor I are free. I do not want to be free... free from... These bare feelings are ‹clawing› at the reconstructed interpretation of the organ inside me. The great minds will not know what they have done, neither will Anthony... It speaks louder-truer than anything, but the sounds are not obvious... Words. All I possess, this rich but poor instrument for... And you always do end up in the point where...

The aesthetic masterwork, perfused with the golden brilliance of authentic ideality x pierced with the darkest blade of bitter-salty inaccessibility, inevitability, impossibility.

Excruciation, pleasure, euphoria, art. Blended together. Find yourself... or lose yourself on this journey. Emotionally. Totally. An unparalleled effect... and the lulling sparkle the vessel has never actually had. Something in this body x mind has died, and I do not know if there is a way to accept it, to recover it. I have described the lesson of unprecedentedness I have learned, not the expected story of ‹insult-betrayal-contempt›. No one will ever f-g hear it. Not from me, not in this lifetime. / Loving extraordinary is priori merciless, დ/დ become telepathic... & the severest trial ~ the unhealable wound ~ is to be a 𝓟 son without the cause to be... *If I have to detest many donkeys for a chance to protect one venerated Father figure, I will go for it.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑒𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒 𝓀𝑒𝓅𝓉... 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎. 𝐵𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒮𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒸𝑒, '𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝓂𝑒, 𝓉𝑜𝑜. 𝐵𝑒𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊... 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒹𝑒𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈... 𝒮𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹. 𝒮𝑜 𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈...

While I am willing to imbibe all the anguish of the human I love, to ease his suffering, the loss of us is taking its toll on me irretrievably. I see him. I see what is inside him... & I am incapable of safeguarding it, saving it truly.

I do not have apathy, depression, anything that would be fashionable to rant about. I am simply in pain... extreme pain. And attempting to put up with this gift is what I have been doing since v.1. The chest is ‹cut open› too deep, the fragility of the organ is exposed... Would you allow me to grow more flowers? I wanna do it... Because it is you, It has always been you. The one who has given us everything, endued me to the brim with the intimate fatherly affection that this organ never remembered. My eternal wish & exuberant price for humanity, the misunderstood nature. *What an odious irony. / I do not know if there is a way to recover what is gone.

I would sacrifice the lot to be with the human that needs me, needs to be healed, heals me. I would rip my core out but I cannot, the limitation of freedom. *Tell me that the ‹strings of abuse/child neglect/lies› are finally cut. Tell me to ‹celebrate›. Tell me that both 𝓟inocchio/I are wrong x naive, ‹fix› me. You have no f-g clue about it. / When it is written that your starving heart must be left half-empty & helpless... No freedom is scarier than this.

Affording harmony to the sapphire star that is going to fall away... The sentiment it deserves. All I have ever hankered for. & I am terrified of that my grandest instinct x fear will not grant any lasting peace to me.

Death will do our Sun-hugged family apart ~ but I will still be yours, for ever. The core has never felt as good x feverish as it does when with you... as astray x anxious as it does when deprived of you. I am not lying to you, I hold no resentment... Let me ‹feed on› the emotions of your heart... Even if it means your pain x my love turn the vessel inside-out & your love x my pain do the same. Not blurred, always remember. Always. If a masterpiece could be made into a masterpiece, I would prefer to share this fate. My bona fide mission, however, is not allow anything to be in vain... Even if it hurts. ~ The atrophied ability to express love verbally has been ‹roused› again, in a fervidly devoted but preciously righteous way... The lash of despair, compulsion, dream, reality.

𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓈𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓂𝒷𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒦𝓇𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝑔𝑜. 𝐼𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓃... 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈. 𝐿𝒪𝒫 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝟙/𝓂𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝓉𝓊𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓁𝓅𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃𝓈, 𝓂𝓎 𝓋𝓊𝓁𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇.

...Take the whole meaning of this, its flavorful, pathetic, shameless, lonesome taste. Take it all, for it is all that is absolute. Teach me how to ‹merge› with it, the mortal desire of a puppet child, a human Mastro x a faceless observer like myself ~ & when the desire full of unexploited majesty is cutting off the oxygen to the lungs... True geniuses of any kind are among the silent. These eyeballs will not dry up, never fully. I have tried so many times to resist it, but why live if you repel what puts your ‹dehydrated› pieces together? I would spare no effort to keep them hot and uncurb what is being restrained... Nothing affects self-perception and ‹unmasks› the unconscious like sensation, nothing genuinely matters without it. / Shivering with cold, this body is burning. My atrophied reality in exchange for a moment of irrepressible happiness, agony, guiltless x not bottled up impulses ~ just a moment. It keeps consuming me without reserve. I do not need God. ✒

[mo-ok]

would you like a red boy? hold out your hand i'll give you a red boy 🥰

[pharaohbean]

i love having a long, philosophical argument/discussion about toya, his writing, and just about everything about him, and how it feels like he’s been pretty neglected in terms of appearances and writing (okay but seriously they dropped toya colofes story and RAN) and the conclusion was

toya needs more friends. that’s it. he needs more friends please give him more friends

[the-physicality]

2016 | 2020 | 2024

[sawyerz-inc]

managed to find these two lovelies yesterday ^_^

[y0anna14]

My Murder drones OC

As ya'll notice I made more because I miss Murder Drones so bad!! 😭😭, so to cheer myself up I made more oc's and who knows maybe I'll make MORE and more🤧😭😂😭... Also I wanted to post them all together 🤧😭.. So it's easier to look for them😭, now if ya'll don't mind I'm going to cry😭😭... I MISS MURDER DRONES 😭😭😭

[biitchcakes]

Gotta be up in 3 and a half hours for a flight and I haven't had a lick of sleep, someone come chuck a brick at my head 😭

[echosong971]

Random thought of the day because I will never stop hyperfixating on Exos:

Exos can get sick, but it’s very rare and most of the “sicknesses” operates much like a computer virus at a functional level. Many symptoms of these viruses can mirror those of more organic sicknesses, I.e. upset stomach, headache, fever, body aches. Though there are a few Exo specific symptoms that can occur, I.e. glitching voice box, staticky optics, sudden shut downs, malfunctioning limbs, etc.

There are shops that sell “kill codes” that act as the Exo equivalent of antibiotics and antivirals, though they have timed effects and often leave the Exo feeling weak and tired after it kills the virus, since now their systems have to clean up the mess the viruses made and work on restoring potentially lost data—this takes a lot of energy.

Maybe these viruses originated from the Golden Age as a way to hack into Exos and shut them down, because some people didn’t agree with what BrayTech was doing with Exos. Those computer viruses, which were potentially programmed to be “self-learning” so it could adapt to the protective measures installed in Exos, ended up “mutating” and becoming more dangerous and “infectious” (i.e. now they can spread through contact via jumping across from one body to the other via static electricity or something idk) and so people have developed safeguards against them—like firewalls that act as their “vaccines” that are installed into their bodies and hardware so the virus can’t do anything.

I dunno, I’m just musing. Feel free to add on y’all’s thoughts haha

[hershelwidget]

wait hang on

HANG ON

DO YOU SEE MY VISION

[darkheartedprince]

x. @guidingkey continued from HERE.

There was so much JOY that radiated off from his life - long friend , even from all the way up the stairs . While he would [ [ n e v e r ] ] admit it out loud , it was refreshing to know that that aspect of Sora had never changed . The silverette's eyes followed Sora down the stairs until he landed in front of him , drawing a small laugh out of Riku that only seemed to come for Sora .

" -- It'll be a nice change . "

[ [ F i n a l l y ] ] the two of them will be going on an adventure rather than it being to save someone . Hopefully , it will be worth it . It's a change that they both need .

" . . . Maybe we'll go to worlds neither of us have been to . "

[starry-blue-echoes]

B3

Babylon, by Dirt Poor Robins