#Plus his Japanese voice is so soft

[jistda]

Thinking about the differences between the Japanese and English translations Descole's dialogue of this scene in particular... The Japanese version exemplifies more his pain than his anger, I think.

Have included a very rough translation

[kiesbrainjuice]

— NEKO’S NAME ! timeskip!kenma kozume

➥ syn : argue over a cat name? stupid!

➥ wc : 1.0k

➥ tw : none, just fluff

➥ a/n : lil drabble with my fav cat

The day was bright, the sun casting a warm glow over the city as you and Kenma walked hand in hand. Today was special; it was your two-year anniversary, and you both had decided to mark the occasion by adopting a cat. Kenma had always been a cat person, and you had fallen in love with the idea of having a little furball around the house.

As you entered the adoption center, a variety of cats greeted you with curious eyes and soft meows. Your heart swelled with excitement as you browsed the rows of cages, looking for the perfect companion. Kenma, with his typical calm demeanor, followed closely, his eyes scanning each cat thoughtfully.

After a while, you both spotted a small, fluffy kitten with bright green eyes. It was love at first sight. The kitten looked up at you both with a mix of curiosity and innocence that melted your hearts.

"This one," Kenma said softly, his voice filled with a rare enthusiasm. "What do you think, baby?"

You smiled and nodded, reaching out to gently stroke the kitten's head. "I love it. She's perfect."

The adoption process was quick, and soon you were on your way home with the newest member of your little family. The kitten, nestled comfortably in your lap, purred softly, already making herself at home.

As you both settled into the living room, you couldn't help but giggle at the sight of Kenma trying to coax the kitten out of her carrier with a toy. "She's already wrapped around your finger," you teased.

Kenma chuckled, giving the kitten a soft smile. "She's cute, isn't she?" He glanced at you, his eyes warm with affection. "So, what should we name her?"

You paused, considering. "How about Mochi? She's small and fluffy like a little mochi ball."

Kenma tilted his head, pondering the suggestion. "Mochi's cute, but… maybe something related to gaming?" He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "What about Zelda?"

You laughed, shaking your head. "Zelda's nice, but it's too… legendary. I want something softer. How about Luna?"

Kenma's brow furrowed as he thought. "Luna's not bad, but… I still think something gaming-related would be cooler." He looked at the kitten, who was now exploring the couch. "What about Neko? It means cat, but also sounds like a character from a game."

You sighed, crossing your arms playfully. "Neko is too obvious. Plus, it's just 'cat' in Japanese. Where's the creativity, baby?"

Kenma smiled, leaning closer to you. "Fine, fine. What about Pixel? It's cute, and it fits with both our interests."

You considered it for a moment, then shook your head. "Pixel? Really? That's not a name for a living creature, Kenma. It's like naming her 'Computer' or 'Keyboard'."

Kenma raised an eyebrow. "Oh, and Luna is so original? Half the cats in the world are named Luna."

"At least Luna is an actual name," you retorted, feeling your competitive spirit rise. "Pixel sounds like something you'd name a robot."

"Well, maybe I like robot names," Kenma shot back, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Besides, she's our cat. Why can't we give her a unique name?"

"Unique doesn't have to mean weird," you argued, reaching out to pet the kitten who was now watching your debate with curious eyes. "What about something like… Whiskers?"

Kenma snorted. "Whiskers? Now who's being unoriginal? We might as well call her 'Cat' and be done with it."

"Oh, so Neko was fine, but Whiskers is too much?" you challenged, your voice rising slightly.

"At least Neko sounds cool," Kenma defended, crossing his arms.

The kitten, seemingly confused by the sudden increase in volume, let out a tiny, high-pitched meow. The sound immediately caught both your attention, and you looked at each other, then at the kitten, then back at each other.

Suddenly, the absurdity of the situation hit you both. Here you were, on your anniversary, having a heated debate over what to name a cat who probably couldn't care less what you called her.

You burst into laughter, and Kenma followed suit, his usually quiet chuckle turning into a full-blown laugh.

"Oh my god," you managed between giggles, "are we really fighting over cat names?"

Kenma shook his head, still laughing. "We're ridiculous, baby. Look at us, getting all worked up over this."

You leaned against him, your laughter subsiding into small chuckles. "I guess it doesn't really matter what we name her, does it? She's perfect no matter what."

Kenma wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer. "You're right. Although…" he paused, a mischievous glint in his eye, "I still think Pixel is a great name."

You playfully swatted his arm, but couldn't help smiling. "Fine, you win. Pixel it is."

"Really?" Kenma looked surprised, but pleased.

"Really," you confirmed, reaching out to pet the newly-named Pixel. "It's growing on me. Plus, it'll be a funny story to tell people when they ask about her name."

Kenma pressed a soft kiss to your temple. "Happy anniversary, baby. I love you, even when you have terrible taste in cat names."

You laughed, snuggling closer to him. "I love you too, you big nerd. Happy anniversary."

As Pixel curled up in Kenma's lap, purring contentedly, you felt a wave of happiness wash over you. This was perfect - just the three of you, celebrating love, laughter, and the little joys of life. And as you watched Kenma gently stroke Pixel's fur, you knew this was just the beginning of many more happy (and possibly ridiculous) anniversaries to come.

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[honeylations]

Can you write Kazuha x fem reader?

OFCCC <3

Love me some Kazuhabs too :p

NAKAMURA KAZUHA x FEM!READER

Prompt: Kazuha is currently on tour in Japan, meaning you were alone in Seoul, only being able to communicate on FaceTime. That doesn’t stop you from showing your girlfriend just how much you missed her ;)

Warnings/Notes: phone sex, voyeurism(?), pillow humping, mutual masturbation, g!p Kazuha, dirty talk

———

“I miss you” You muttered, left side of your face squished into your mattress as you held your phone up.

Kazuha pouted at your cute self and took a few screenshots, reminding herself to make it her lock screen later. Her and the other Le Sseragirls were on tour at the moment in Japan which left you lonely in Korea. She offered to buy you a ticket but it was bad timing, considering you had many uni assessments happening at the same time.

And plus, Sakura screamed at you and Kazuha saying that studying is more important and you didn’t have the balls to disagree.

“Miss you too, baby” She giggled at your moping state.

“Is that Y/n-HI Y/N!!! WISH YOU WERE HERE!!” Yunjin screamed from Korean to English, peeking over to the point that you could only see her nostrils.

Kazuha clicked her tongue and pushed her head away.

“That’s not nice, Zuha! Tell her off, Y/n!!” Yunjin whined like a child.

“Zuha, be nice to your members please” You chuckled.

“I am nice! Just not to this loser” She side eyed the American.

“Whatever. Anyways, the rest of us are heading off to a grocery store and Miss Lame-akura Lamezuha here doesn’t wanna tag along”

“You know what’s lame? Your attempt of making a joke” the younger Japanese girl fired.

Yunjin dramatically gasped. “Asshole. Bye Y/n!! Talk to you later!”

“Bye Yunjin, have fun!”

Within a few seconds you heard the door close, meaning you and your girlfriend finally had some alone time. You didn’t know how to tell your girlfriend that your hornymeter was shooting to the sky but you assumed she was too tired, considering she’s been practicing her ass off.

“Did you eat dinner yet, babe?” Kazuha asked softly, moving around to fix her bed sheet which caused her to lower the phone to where her shirtless self was exposed.

She was wearing her Calvin Klein bra and plaid pyjama pants that got your breath stopping. Her abs were in view and flexing when she did little movement.

Oh how you missed touching them, kissing them…riding them.

You felt yourself get wetter, secretly rubbing your thighs together to ease some steam but a better idea formed into mind. Kazuha finally settled and looked at you on the phone. “Babe? Hello?”

You groaned into your mattress. “Kazuha baby, I’m really horny. Like super horny”

Her eyes widened a little bit before she relaxed. “I wish I was there to help you”

“You still can” You smirked.

Your girlfriend tilted her head, mirroring your smirk. You already knew that she knew your plan. “You’re so bad, fuck” She muttered into her palm.

Taking that as approval, you removed all your clothes and angled the phone to show Kazuha the pillow in between your legs. You then made the phone stand on the bedside table which gave your girlfriend a better view on your bare body.

“Mmm Zuha baby” You whined while starting to rock your hips back and forth, feeling the softness brush against your aching folds.

“God fucking damn it” You heard Zuha hiss.

Your hips moved faster as you groped your breasts, twisting the hardened nipples harshly. “Daddy~ Want your hard cock inside me”

On the phone you could see Kazuha jerking her 8 inch at an even pace, the wet noises filling the room and you could feel yourself get impossibly hornier. She had her lower lip tugged between her teeth and she released deep voiced grunts. “Fuck, ride it like you do with my cock”

“Yes yes~” You moaned, letting Zuha see your red face and the drool sliding down your chin as you focused on her stroking her delicious dick that was leaking with precum.

You quickly reached over to grab your dildo from the drawer and placed it on the bed, your back now facing the camera, letting Zuha see your cherry blossom back tattoo. “Wish this was your cock, baby”

“So naughty, princess” Kazuha chuckled in a tone that got your back shivering.

You remembered that her members could return anytime soon so you held the fake cock as you slowly sat onto it, releasing a long moan when you felt it stretch your insides. Unfortunately not as much as your girlfriend does.

“Kazuha~”

“Need to cum quick, princess. Come on” Kazuha panted, holding back with all her strength.

“Already needing to cum, daddy? You love this pussy so much?”

“I do, fuck, I do!” She lightly squeezed her desperate cock.

Supporting your balance by holding onto the mattress, you started to fuck yourself into the cock. Your girlfriend got a good view of the dildo disappearing into your tight cunt continuously, your beautiful moans were music to her ears. “Want to fill you up so bad, princess. Fuck you pregnant”

“O-Oh Zuha!” You yelped, her words having a huge effect on you.

“That’s right, baby. Keep fucking your self like a slut. Can’t survive a day without my cock up your cunt” She hissed, bucking her hips to match pace.

You looked into her eyes with a lewd expression, your thrusts starting to become sloppy. “C-Cumming, daddy! Gonna cum all for you”

“Go on, baby. Cum” She bit her lip harder once she saw your legs shake with you crying uncontrollably from the intense pleasure.

Trying to recover, you looked back at your girlfriend and saw her head thrown back, still stroking her cock as she shots many strings of cum all over her hand and stomach. “Fuck fuck fuck! Y/n~”

You slowly pulled the dildo out of yourself, facing the phone with a smile. Your girlfriend looked at you, her eyes droopy. “I came so much, holy shit” You heard her chuckle.

“Let’s clean up, babe. The girls will come back” You warned, blowing her a quick kiss before hopping off the bed (trying to stand with your wobbly legs) to change the sheets and your clothes.

Kazuha was quick to do the same, unable to bear the embarrassment of her members walking in to see her naked, covered in her own load.

You both settled after a nice 5-10 minutes as if you two didn’t just fuck through the phone but it didn’t bother you nor Kazuha one bit. You were in the middle of telling Kazuha about your stressful exams when 4 loud girls barged through the door.

“HONEY WE’RE HOME!” Yunjin sang.

Chaewon and Eunchae were waving bags of snacks for you to see.

“Don’t call me honey” Kazuha said with a glare.

“Oh please, I was talking to Y/n. I’m not interested in you like that” The American fired, rolling her eyes.

“Not interested in you either, look at the state of you” Kazuha made a stank face before turning her eyes back to you. “Hi baby”

You giggled. “Hi”

A/N: please tell me y’all get the Derry Girls reference😭😭

[desceros]

ajkfljskj I saw you were taking requests now and I lowkey just- 👀 I'm having sexy Bayverse Turtles intrusive thoughts. Imma share a Leo one. Ever imagined Bay!Leo sharing his hobbies with reader after she earned his trust and teaching her Japanese calligraphy? Him watching her skin glow in the candlelight, dreaming to use her naked body as a canvas for a Japanese love poem written in kanji? Sexual tension, mixed with slow, agonizing brushstrokes? Cuz I have 😏 -💙

so i got this and immediately i was like 'omg. this would work So Well as a deleted scene of sorts for tea-verse' so that's what it ended up as. kind of sexual tension but it edges more on pining. also, i'm burning now, thank you everyone for playing, we had a great run here on desceros dot com leonardo x reader; T, GN!reader, 1.8k; leo pining like a TREE. officially takes place after the leaf scene in this fic if you want context for some of the subtler touches but tl;dr reader always makes leo his tea. (the fic itself has a female reader but this snippet is GN)

He wonders if you know. 

You’ve caught him staring, before. It makes his shell feel tight, his skin too-hot. Even with mating season coming up, it’s too soon for him to be reacting like this; the burning ache that comes just from the bell of your voice, the alluring sway of your footsteps as you come to his side. And yet he does. Because it’s you. Just because it’s you.

“Okay, I’m excited for this,” you tell him, teeth biting into a smile as you tuck as close as you can without touching. He knows you do it for him, that you stay away because of his wishes, but it’s an agony all the same. The sweet smell of your soap haunts him, even under the burn of the incense that ghosts the room with smoke.

“Yeah?” he asks, pleased when he sees the happy, easy glow of your face. 

“Are you kidding? It’s so pretty,” you say. “Plus I like how the ink smells. It smells really nice with the tea when I bring it in.” 

Pretty, he echoes, trailing his eyes down to your throat, your shoulders, your hands. The way all your angles and curves catch the candlelight and dance in a softness that makes his palms ache with emptiness.

…He wonders if you know how soft you make him.

“Okay. Tell me the names for everything,” you tell him, studying the tools laid out before him, a gentle eagerness brightening your eyes. He smiles, turning his head and gesturing at everything to share its proper name in Japanese, then English. Grinding the ink, he explains the process, looking to you and your fascinated expression and trying to remember to breathe.

“What do you want me to write?” he asks once he’s ready, causing you to look at him and smile.

“What do you want to write?” you ask. 

Reaching out, he picks up the brush between his fingers. He studies the paper before him, blank and infinite, but his mind is somewhere else. 

…It had rained, a few days ago. You’d come into the lair drenched, laughing as Splinter had sent him off to bring you a towel. He’d returned in time to see you lift your shirt, squeezing it out over the storm drain, miles and miles and miles of skin stretching before his eyes. The curve of your spine as you turned to speak to his father, the arch of your hips as you leaned to twist the fabric, the pull of skin over your flesh. Breathless, motionless, frozen, he’d faltered in the doorway, ensorcelled by the image forever, marked, seared into his mind.

It’s that sight that comes to his mind, now, as he closes his eyes. 

He could do it, he thinks. He could ask you to turn, to pull your shirt over your head. It’s so easy to imagine the way your shoulder blades would curve, the dip of your spine, the way you’d shiver when he pressed the brush to your skin. It would tickle, at first, until you got used to it; then you’d sigh, still, and let him spread his soul onto your canvas.

Oh, all the things he wants to write there, where it would sink into your flesh like a brand. All the little ghosts of you that haunt him, memorialized with love in charcoal: the way your teeth catch your lip, the flash of skin at your hemline when you stretch your arms above your head, the wet press of your tongue to your lips when they're dry, the way your eyes flutter shut when you have your first sip of tea, the hum of pleasure you give when it tastes good. 

…He’d make you feel so good.

“…Leo?”

Leo opens his eyes, feeling the hunger in them, letting them get as far as your mouth before he turns them back to the paper before him. A pointless daydream, a torment of his own making. 

“…Sorry. I was just thinking,” he says, and it’s not a lie, not entirely, but also nothing but. There is nothing just about the way that you consume him.

It’s easy, then, to think of what to write. In long, elegant nine strokes that pull from his shoulder, he glides the brush over the paper. Each inch of ink carries a memory of you, your hands as you pass him a teacup, your care in checking the flavor, your endless drive to perfect the art just for him. 

“…Tea,” you recognize, proving your familiarity with the subject. He smiles; of course you’d recognize it, what with how often the two of you share.

“Tea,” he echoes, waiting until the ink is dry enough to handle before he takes the paper and hands it to you. “Here. For you.” 

“Wh—Really?” you ask, eyes wide. 

“Of course. It’s about time I gave some tea to you, after all,” he says with a smile that makes you laugh. He tucks the sound into his heart, next to all of the others. 

“It’s beautiful, Leo,” you compliment, holding it before you. Your eyes take in every stroke, awe open and genuine, before they meet his own and your smile goes warm like the sun. “Thank you. I’m going to hang it somewhere nice in my apartment.” 

And oh, but you are the sun, he thinks, heart pounding as he watches your fingers trail down the edge of the paper. Reaching out with warmth, lighting everything you touch, smiling as everyone around you basks in your radiant glow. What is life without you, he wonders, chest aching and so full and so empty all at once it hurts. Madness. 

…He wonders if you know. 

[flyingwargle]

sakusa wasn't sure what to expect when bokuto invited them over for movies and drinks, but it certainly wasn't this.

his one-bedroom apartment is spacious, kitchen separated from the living room, bathroom large enough for a tub that can fit a professional athlete. it isn't very cluttered, but dust still clings to the shelves where framed photos and accolades are lined. sakusa inspects them while hinata and atsumu drop off their 7-eleven haul, joining him shortly. "nice pictures ya got, bokkun," atsumu calls out, summoning the spiker.

"thanks! i just had to bring a few with me to osaka. it helps with the homesickness."

"hm? hey, wait a minute..." hinata picks one up. "isn't this..." he holds it toward sakusa, eyes widening. "it's omi-san!"

"hah? no way. lemme see." atsumu leans over, blinking at the picture and then at sakusa, who simply stares back in confusion. "holy crap, yer right."

"it's the moles, right?" hinata nods. "they're iconic."

sakusa plucks the photo from him. "what are you talking about?" the moment he registers the photo, a scowl spreads on his face, and he turns to bokuto. "you kept this?"

"hey, i had fun that day! you just happened to be in the picture." bokuto grins, oblivious to their clueless teammates.

"wanna give us some context?" atsumu asks.

bokuto slings an arm around sakusa. “sakkun and i are childhood friends! we’ve known each other since our little league days.”

the photo, in question, depicts them as kids. bokuto has an arm around sakusa, whose glower contrasts his toothy grin. they're wearing black shorts and red t-shirts with the japanese flag.

“an’ neither of ya bothered to mention this…?” atsumu raises an eyebrow.

they exchange looks and shrugs. "it never came up," sakusa says.

"we never went to the same school or anything," bokuto adds, "but we played in the same league, went to the same volleyball camps...heck, my dad picked him and komo-kun up a lot since their parents were busy. komo-kun was supposed to be here with us-" he gestures at the photo. "-but he, what? broke his arm?"

"rolled his ankle."

"yeah! sakkun’s dad left him alone and he got lost, but i found him and..."

--

their little league was chosen to escort the athletes of the japan national team for an exhibition match against spain. motoya was most excited about it, but the day before, he rolled his ankle and couldn't walk. that meant sakusa had to deal with the crowds, noise, and unfamiliarity by himself.

he didn’t need motoya, he thought to himself on the way to the stadium. all he had to do was walk with whichever player he was paired with, sit with his teammates during the match, and then wait for his dad to pick him up. it was going to be fine.

until he saw the sheer amount of people milling inside and outside. he almost started crying.

his dad dropped him off, not bothering to bring him inside. sakusa was tempted to run off and find a bench to hide until it was time to leave, but he promised motoya that he'd be fine. plus, it was his duty, as a little league athlete. he had to do it.

except there were so many people who were much bigger than him, and he couldn't understand the signs. it was also overwhelmingly loud, and the stifling air made it difficult to breathe. he kept running into things, dizzy and confused. he nearly broke down in tears until–

"sakkun?"

he flinched when a hand touched his shoulder. bokuto stood in front of him, blinking his owlish eyes, voice soft when he asked, “are you okay?”

sakusa couldn’t reply, throat dry. bokuto’s dad – their coach – crouched at his eye level. “did you get dropped off by yourself?” he asked.

a nod. coach let out a tiny sigh. “let’s go together, then. when we’re inside, you can sit and rest. koutarou, hold his hand.”

“okay!” bokuto released him and offered his other hand to sakusa. “you hold onto dad, and i’ll hold onto you! that way, we’ll stick together.”

sakusa would never voluntarily take anyone’s hand, but he was too overwhelmed to care. hands clutched by his coach and bokuto, they entered the venue, and before long, he was guided to a bench and given a bottle of water. bokuto sat next to him, respectfully quiet. he usually never shut up, which was why sakusa stayed away from him, but in that moment, he was grateful for his presence.

he didn't know how much time elapsed before bokuto jumped to his feet and turned to him. "we're gonna go out soon," he says. "you wanna go wash your hands?"

"okay." this time, sakusa followed behind him to the nearest washroom, where they both got ready and washed their hands before returning to the entrance corridor.

the familiar faces of his teammates brought him relief, but it morphed quickly into anxiety when the jnt athletes appeared, large and impossibly tall. sakusa felt his throat seize up, but then he felt a hand on his shoulder. bokuto nodded at him in reassurance, and sakusa turned to the athlete that approached him. he took his hand, and waited for their cue to walk out.

--

“i don’t remember who i escorted or the match,” sakusa says. they’d moved to the couch, a bag of chips open on the table. “i do remember you lost your voice from shouting so much.”

bokuto laughs. “yeah, i was so excited! we got a bunch of candy afterwards too, and we had our picture taken. that’s when my dad took this.” he holds up the photo, again. “i had a lot of fun that day, but you looked like you hated it.”

“i didn’t hate it. i was overwhelmed, and…” sakusa runs a hand through his curls. “you helped a lot. i never thanked you for it.”

“it’s fine! it’s because of that my dad started picking you and komo-kun up more. he hated that your parents didn’t do it properly.” it continued even after they outgrew the little league and joined other clubs, eventually stopping when they became old enough to attend games and camps alone. “who knew we’d end up playing on the same team again, huh?”

“it’s like the two of you were fated to play together!” hinata chirps. “like me and kageyama are fated to be rivals!”

sakusa glances at the photo again. he received a copy of it a few days later, which he kept in his desk drawer. the thought of playing with bokuto again never crossed his mind, only the thought of returning to the center court and playing under those stadium lights.

but now that they’re seated together in his apartment, teammates for one of the top div. 1 teams in japan, it isn’t an unwelcomed thought. “who would’ve thought, indeed.”

--

inspiration: this fanart of bokuto and sakusa as kids! <3

[peachywritess]

Unmei | OT7

bangtan (OT7) x fem!reader

01 - what i need...

☁️ unmei – 運命 (うんめい): a noun meaning 'fate' or 'destiny' in Japanese. ☁️ genre: royal!AU, OT7!AU, reincarnation!AU ; smut (eventually), angst. ☁️ Unmei will deal with very delicate and quite dark themes, so please if you are a minor, DO NOT interact. I will always put a trigger warning at the start of every chapter, so if you feel unconfortable DO NOT read. ☁️ ☁️ author's note: hello lovelies, author here! "unmei" has been in my head for a while, and i kept thinking about shaping my thoughts into words; i do realise that this story, per se, is quite ambitious but i really hope you will enjoy reading it. ☁️ chapter's TW: panick attack, mentions of death (side character). ☁️ word count: 3,5k

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! disclaimer - This story is a work of fiction. I do not own BTS and the description of them in this story does not want to reflect nor portray them in real life.

Crystal chandeliers, shining glasses of the finest wine, and chords intoning classical melodies. Fingers intertwining as gowns kept swaying, strangers chattering about politics, war, and sometimes about passions, literature, and secrets… 

Overly-dressed up women, whose make-up was classy and whose voices were soft, whispered into each other’s ears as young men passed by.

The high society, the aristocracy - the world you were fated to be born in and to live in.

The corset you wore was too tight on your abdomen since you could not eat more of the cake. You always finished dessert - and the sponge cake had strawberries inside, so this was very unlike you. You were sitting down - back straight and shoulders relaxed as your mother had taught you - while the other young women danced in the hall. You could also see your father talking to another short, long-bearded man, and you had hoped the topic was indeed not you.

That was the first, and probably the last, time you had agreed to accompany your father to a Grand Ball; he perfectly knew you didn’t fancy celebrations or big events, but he had insisted so much over the past month your mother had begged you to go with him.

“Just this once, darling. You know how men are, especially your Father!”

You had convinced yourself it was part of her plan to finally get rid of him for a night. Even the Queens needed a day off, and you were aware of your father’s antics: the King was really needy, and loved being taken care of… Just like a boy.

Nevertheless, you could no longer lie to yourself: you strongly suspected something else had led your father to this event. You had just turned twenty-one years old, so you were still too young to marry, weren’t you?

A few months before your birthday, your father had requested to speak to you about an important topic concerning the crown, and you knew that he wished for you to find a man to marry, so that you could inherit his place on the throne. However, as soon as the word arranged left his lips, you had already stormed off. You were not going to spend the rest of your days with someone you barely knew, and didn’t like.

After that discussion. your father never brought up the matter publicly, but you perfectly knew he had already informed your mother about it. To you, it wasn’t fair: they had married for love, and not for the crown. Their marriage was not decided by someone else aside from them, so you thought you deserved the same treatment they got when they were young.

What your father did not know was that you already loved someone. You knew that if he ever found out about your relationship, he would be furious, but since your teenage years, you had become cunning and knew how to lie.

Knowing how to lie and avoiding getting caught were two plus points, especially for a princess whose life got constantly suffocated by people who wanted to pry into your privacy. Not that you had one, of course.

Kim Taehyung. He was your bodyguard, the person you trusted most in the world. Just imagining his face sent shivers down your spine, certainly not with a negative implication. From the first day your father introduced you to him when you were only sixteen, you had fallen head over heels for him.

For most of your time together, your love had remained hidden, mainly because, in front of everyone's eyes, Taehyung remained formal and silent. However, when you were alone together - although it happened rarely - he revealed his true colourful identity: he talked about art, how much he loved to paint and how you, in his eyes, were the perfect subject to depict.

"If only I could, I would paint you. That way, even when we are far apart, I would be able to admire you as many times as I want."

Taehyung was an extremely gifted and articulate speaker. He always used the perfect words for every situation, and his voice, so deep it made your heart flutter, made it easy for him.

Maybe it was the way he squinted his eyes every time he laughed or the way his gaze was always focused on you. But you knew you loved him.

What you didn't know, however, was whether he loved you.

You sharply inhaled, moving the remaining piece of cake with the silver fork, debating whether to eat it and feel sick or leave it there.

“Is this not to your liking?” 

A male voice suddenly awoke you from your thoughts, and you turned your head in order to connect it to a face. Your heart skipped a beat when you finally saw him: he was beautiful, really. And not the kind of beauty that intoxicates you, that weighs you down, but a beauty so delicate that it leaves you speechless for a moment.

“I hate it.”

You replied, batting your eyelashes repeatedly, as it would have been impolite not to answer him immediately. A proper young lady never stutters - you could hear your mother’s stern tone in your head. 

Instantly, you noticed his dark-brown eyes, and you swore you could lose yourself in them.

His full lips curved into a heart-shaped smile - different from the ones you were used to seeing, those fake, mechanical laughs - and his eyes shrank to pretty half-moons. 

“The Ball, or the cake?”

His question was innocent, yet you could hint at a spark of curiosity in his gaze. You took a brief moment to admire him: his dark hair was neatly combed back, and he wore a slightly unbuttoned white silk shirt and black trousers that seemed to fit him a little tight.

He did not let you answer, allowing himself to sit by your side without asking any permission. You were breathless for seconds that seemed to last almost too long as his hand gently grasped your wrist, with such delicacy that you seemed not to feel his touch.

His fingertips squeezed lightly, until he brought the back of your hand to his rosy lips, but without making any contact with your skin.

The only contact that never ceased, however, was that of his eyes on you. Your ears seemed to stop hearing the music and the room all around seemed to have emptied out completely as the man in front of you consumed you with his eyes.

“Jimin, Park Jimin.” He announced, and his name echoed into your head. “It is an honour to finally make your acquaintance, Princess.”

“You already knew who I was.” 

You let go of your grip on your fork with the hand you still had free, before making a brief bow as you lowered your gaze.

“Oh no, Princess. I ask you not to bow to me."

You furrowed an eyebrow before a small smile appeared on your lips. You knew it was rude to smile like that, but his words reminded you of a quote in a book which your mother read to you as a child.

"You remind me of someone." You murmured, retracting the hand Jimin still held close to his lips. Thus, you remembered the gesture and your cheeks blushed.

"Someone you like?"

Your smile became bigger, but you tried hard to hide it by bringing a hand towards your lips.

"Park Jimin, did you by any chance come here to court me?"

"Would that be considered a sin, Princess?"

The air in the hall became strangely heavier. Either the presence of that unknown prince had caused a strange effect on you, or the corset was really so tight that it took your breath away.

Out of the corner of your eye, you glanced at your father who - at the same moment - looked in your direction, pointing at you with open arms.

"My daughter! My beloved child, she always precedes me in everything!"

He pronounced this aloud and, as his timbre was very deep, the words were heard by many in the audience. The man next to your father, the one he had been talking to all evening, stood a few steps behind him as they both approached the table.

"King Park, this is my beautiful daughter, Y/N." He gave the man a resounding pat on the shoulder as soon as he was close enough. "And I guess this young man is your son, Jimin."

You remained in complete silence as your eyes moved between the two men. You were confused by the situation, yet when you turned to Jimin, he did not have the same expression. He seemed... relieved, by their presence.

"It is an honour, Your Highness. I was fortunate enough to meet your daughter before the appointed meeting, I hope it is not an inconvenience."

Appointed meeting, those words echoed in your mind.

"Of course not, why should it be? That is something to celebrate!"

Still sitting far too composedly, you watched them talk as though you were not there to hear them. You felt like a ghost trying to participate in a conversation,

You parted your lips slightly, attempting to speak.

However, the dark blond-haired boy next to you interrupted your attempt. His voice was calm, and the words he used were always well thought out as if he had studied a script.

"I would be grateful, Your Highness, if you would allow me to ask your daughter for a dance."

As he said this, you couldn't help but keep your eyes locked on him. His attitude was certainly that of a prince, but there was something about him - something extremely mysterious - that you still couldn't pick up on.

"I-"

The words came out of your mouth automatically, but you still had so many questions on the tip of your tongue that remained unanswered.

"But, of course, Prince Jimin. Y/N would be pleased, wouldn't you, my daughter?"

No, you were definitely not pleased. At that very moment, you just wanted to run away. Like a lost puppy, you looked for a familiar face in the surrounding hall hoping to see Taehyung. As you looked for help that would never come, the three men kept watching you, waiting for an answer.

You had two choices: say no and disappoint your father, then endure his complaints on the long ride home, or say yes to give him five minutes of satisfaction.

Your approval wouldn't have led to consequences, would it?

"I would be delighted." You lied, batting your long eyelashes several times, something you had learned to do to show interest. You knew men liked that.

Your father gave poor King Park another resounding pat on the shoulder, inviting him to leave the two of you alone.

Jimin seemed satisfied with your response as he gave you a sincere smile. You did likewise, before rising from your chair - which had become uncomfortable - allowing your dress to regain its shape. Your thighs had gone numb from sitting for at least two hours watching the guests dance, so - as if you had suddenly forgotten how to walk - your legs gave out.

A pair of hands grabbed your hips, making sure to hold them firmly, and when you looked up, you found yourself dangerously close to the blond man's face. Your hands rested on his, grabbing his fingers to loosen their grip on you. You noticed that these were incredibly cold and not too big - not like Taehyung's.

"Forgive me, I shouldn't have. Are you alright, Princess?"

"I'm fine, I apologise, I don't know what came over me." You took a step back, moving further away from the man, as if you weren't going to be dancing together anytime soon.

An awkward silence fell between the two of you. Your face was slightly lowered and your eyes stared at the shiny floor tiles. You could not imagine the expression Jimin might have had: was he perhaps impatient? Or, like you, was he feeling embarrassed?

"Don't you think it's better to put embarrassment aside, Princess?" Of the two, Jimin was the first to break the silence. "After all, we have to get used to each other's presence."

You raised your head abruptly, and your pearl earrings tinkled from the movement. Your heart drummed in your chest and your insides twisted. Repeating the phrase in your head, you tried to understand its meaning.

"What does it mean?"

Your voice came out broken, it happened to you whenever you felt anxious.

"Come on, Princess, don't play dumb. Our wedding is only a few months away now."

Your breath began to get shorter and shorter, as if someone was tightening the strings of your corset increasingly tighter, and a hole was opening up in your chest. You felt as if your lungs were being torn from your chest and the world around you was spinning all too fast. Jimin's face contorted into a worried expression and you could see his mouth move, but every sound was muffled.

"I must… I must go and freshen up."

You didn't know what tone you had used, and you didn't even know if the prince had heard your words, but within moments you had already drifted off, disappearing into the crowd of people. To the unfamiliar eye, it would have been difficult to recognise you. But those who knew you well - on the other hand - would have found you instantly.

Regardless of your appearance or posture, you entered a hall with few light sources, the majority of which was in darkness. Your right hand was resting on your chest, clutching the hard material of your corset, and you wished you could just rip it off.

Soon, a veil of tears blurred your vision even more, causing everything around you to become less clear. You did not even apologise when your shoulder bumped into someone else, continuing undaunted on your way.

The person you had hit, however, stopped and turned their gaze, watching you flee. They continued to watch you until you turned a corner, disappearing into the darkness. Having found a quiet place, you slid down a wall until you found yourself sitting on the cold floor. The room you were in was dark - the dim light of the moon coming from the one large window. The room was empty, only for a few abandoned paintings leaning against the walls.

A thousand questions tormented your thoughts. The idea that your father had given you away to a stranger made you nauseous, and the more you thought about it, the more the cake you had eaten rose up in your stomach. You brought your hands to your mouth, choking back a sob, while your breath was still too short to allow you to think clearly.

You were alone. You felt completely abandoned to a cruel fate, a fate you had not chosen but had to undertake - whether you wanted to or not. Disbelief gave way to anger, and anger soon became disappointment.

Your father had sold you and most likely felt no remorse. You ran your hands through your hair, forgetting the fact that it had been carefully arranged, therefore ruining your hairstyle.

Breathe, Y/N, breathe. But even though you kept telling yourself to calm down, it was impossible. You wished you could escape, hide your identity and finally live the life you had dreamed of.

But your Red Thread of Fate had been tied to the Crown since your birth.

"Y/N!"

A familiar voice resounded in the room and all was silent for a few seconds until quick footsteps approached. The figure knelt right in front of you and - without hesitation - grabbed both your wrists so that your gaze focused on them. Your eyes immediately locked onto a dark-brown pair, looking at you intensely.

"Y/N, it's me, Taehyung. It's me."

Serenity. Kim Taehyung brought serenity into every place he stepped.

You watched his face fully illuminated by the moonshine, and took it all in. His black hair was slightly wavy and fell over his face, framing it perfectly.

If Hell had his face, then you were ready to burn for Eternity.

"It's all right, love. I'm here."

Taehyung didn't waste any time sitting on the ground, picking you up by the hips so that you were resting on his legs. An arm firmly wrapped around your shoulders while a hand gently caressed one of your cheeks.

The warmth of his body caused a feeling of cosiness in you, yet your chest still felt like it was about to implode. "I- I can't breathe."

He instantly seemed to realise what the problem was, because his eyes focused on your chest. Suddenly, his hand reached down all the way to your breast until he grasped some of the threads that bound your corset from the front: he pulled with such force that the seams tore and - finally - all the pressure released. Like a newborn child, you began to breathe, and after a few seconds warm tears wet your cheeks.

You were incredibly scared, still in shock. But Taehyung held you close, gently, almost fearful of breaking you like a porcelain doll. You felt his warm breath in the crook of your neck and his scent intoxicated you completely, making you forget everything.

Your breasts were partly exposed, but you could never feel embarrassed in front of him. Not in front of the man who had seen every last detail of you, not in front of the man who had explored every inch of your body.

"Please don't let me go."

Taehyung hummed and continued to hold you in his arms while giving you a concerned look. His eyebrows were furrowed and you knew he needed an explanation as soon as possible. But Taehyung was also aware that you were still unable to give it to him.

"I won't ever let you go. But now I need you to calm down, hm?" He said softly, as if he was talking to a child. His hand reached for yours, grabbing it gently, and bringing it close to his face.

"Do you remember how many moles I have? Do you want to count them?"

Serenity. Taehyung brought serenity, and every word he spoke to you came from the heart. Ever since you knew him, he had always been affectionate and attentive towards you. He knew you better than anyone else.

So, of course you knew the answer to the first question.

You smiled, heart beating fast but not out of fear. With the tip of your index finger you began to trace every spot on Taehyung's face, his skin always soft and flawless.

"One. You touched the small mole on the tip of his nose, near the right nostril.

"Two." Then it was the turn of the mole under the lid of his right eye, the spot you found most distinctive.

"Three." You murmured, as your heart beat faster and faster. You knew very well where the third mole was since it was your favourite. So you brought your face closer to his, so that your noses brushed against each other, before placing a tender kiss on his lips.

Taehyung's lips were never dry, touching them was always pleasant. Kissing him was always pleasant.

"Good girl."

His voice was hoarse as he moistened his lips and bit the lower one. You were so fragile, so exposed before him. All this delicacy, he wanted to destroy it. And Taehyung felt like a lunatic because a rarity like you was only to be protected.

But you provoked mixed feelings in him. Your bare breasts, your smooth skin, your eyes full of innocence and love for him.

Taehyung wanted to break you.

"You look so pretty right now, dove."

He hummed, almost like he had never thought such nonsense until that moment. "You would be even prettier if you told me what happened to you."

Your smile disappeared, and the perfect world that had been created began to crumble. You sat up, hiding your exposed chest with your arms.

"Taehyung, I..."

You spoke quietly, afraid of the reaction the brunette would have had. He wouldn't have blamed you, because he knew how much your position as heir to the throne made you suffer, but knowing Taehyung, he would have stepped back to make it less difficult for you.

The thought of not being able to see him again killed you.

Before you could say anything else, a man you recognised as one of your father's guards burst into the room. Your first reaction was to move away from Taehyung as quickly as possible, but the man seemed upset for a reason worse than that: his breath was short and his face completely pale.

"Princess Y/N, we've been looking everywhere for you!" He spoke without ever taking his eyes off you. That's when Taehyung removed his jacket, placing it on your shoulders.

"What's going on? Is my father looking for me?"

"Princess, I- I'm sorry…" He stammered in a slurred voice. "His Majesty, your Father, he…"

You were silent, waiting for him to finish the sentence as the man beside you loosened his grip on your shoulders.

"He… Has been assassinated, Your Highness."

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[speedofsoundsketches]

I'm curious, do you have specific favorite voice actors for the Sonic characters? (Like just the main few, Sonic, Shadow, Tails, etc.) if so, may we know your favorites?

Brace yourselves, this is gonna be a long one so under the cut.

Jun'ichi Kanemaru is THE standard for Sonic. The guy is passionate about the role and captures him perfectly. Plus, he's a great singer! The English VA that came closest to matching him is Jason Griffith. (honorable mention to Devon Mack. Low as my opinion is of Prime, Devon's voice is actually pretty suitable for Sonic. Would like to hear him in a better product!)

The late Chikao Ōtsuka for Eggman was wonderful, but I have zero complaints with Mike Pollack. Really, no matter what style or tone he's portrayed Eggman in, he's always done it superbly. I'd say of all English VA's that worked in this series, Mr. Pollack's probably been the one who's NEVER had a miss. Guy's got incredible range even in his work outside of Sonic (using this as a chance to shill the Pluto Anime since he starred in it. GO WATCH IT PLEASE.)

Tails is really really REALLY hard to mess up. His voice actresses have typically been great at capturing him (save for OVA Tails who talks like he has a cold). Coleen's a fine Tails and suitable replacement for Amy Palant but I may still prefer Palant just because she's the nostalgic one for me being in all the 2000's games plus Sonic X.

Knuckles voice preference is a tough call. His VA needs to be able to play up both his aggressive and gentler sides. It's a toss up between Dan Green and his current VA Dave B Mitchell. Mitchell has been doing good work in the animated shorts so I like him and he's the best we've had since Dan moved on. His Japanese VA, Nobutoshi Kanna, is great as well for the same reasons. :)

Amy's best actress is still her JPN VA, Taeko Kawata (who is also a lovely singer!) Lisa Ortiz to this day is STILL her best ENG VA. She captured Amy's youthful, cutesy appeal but can IMMEDIATELY switch to her assertive side naturally. Fantastic range and it's too bad that Amy's assertiveness has been subdued so much lately that this can't be fully appreciated anymore.

Cream's had far fewer options to choose from. I like both her actresses in JPN (Sayaka Aoki) and ENG (Rebecca Honig) honestly. I do like the almost whispery gentleness to her ENG voice particularly. Just helps her feel very soft and sweet.

Shadow's JPN VA, Kōji Yusa, is so good. You really can't go wrong here. For the ENG VA, this might be a bit controversial because while I appreciate David Humphrey as Shadow's debut in SA2, I'm still partial to Jason Griffith purely because once he got accustomed to Shadow as a character, he really elevated the role. I think his performance in 06 was one of the best moments for the character overall.

Rouge might one of the few times where I actually prefer her current ENG voice actress, Karen Strassman, to her older one. Her JPN VA, Rumi Ochiai, is THE standard tho so Karen just suits her best as a close match! Youthful yet still mature and her flirty quality doesn't sound too forced.

Omega's JPN VA (Taiten Kusunoki) IS SO AMAZING. It's hilariously deeper than I expected but still robotic so something about it just WORKS. His ENG VA is alright too. But I just love the JPN Voice, I don't know why.

May do a part two if I have time for the others!

[wolfofcelestia]

So I went through all the dub voices for both Sylus and Zayne

And here's how I'd rank them and my thoughts on each one

(Long and rambling post lmao)

Sylus:

Trad. CN > English > Japanese > Korean > Sim. CN

Ok listen, I don't really know the difference between the two CNs but I can understand Trad. CN a tiny bit more and holy shit what a difference between the two. Trad. CN sounds much more confident and stronger. He has the smugness that Eng and JP has. And while I usually go for the JP dub, Sylus's seiyuu just happens to be one I don't really like lol

If I actually understood Chinese (LMAO), Trad. CN Sylus could have probably won me over more but me disappointing my ancestors made sure I went with the doctor instead of the criminal adslkjgjchf

(Also he actually made a sound when he bit her hand so that's a plus lmao)

Korean Sylus sounds... soft but kind of mysterious I guess? He has an aura that a high ranking leader should have, minus the smugness and... the brashness that JP and ENG have? His voice is clean and polished but lacks an edge. It does sound nice, objectively, but considering the language barrier, it's a little hard for me to get into his voice

Japanese Sylus just sounds like Bubs GBF, I'm sorry. I can't be seduced by Bubs pls. But he has the smugness, arrogance, and confidence that you'd expect from Sylus, so objectively, it's a good fit for him. Just not for me lmao. If I didn't have a personal distaste for his voice, I'd probably put him at #2

Sim. CN Sylus just confuses me tbh. He doesn't sound like what I'd expect Sylus to sound like. He just sounds like some random guy. There's no forcefulness, no smugness, or arrogance. He's just. There.

English Sylus is (MIRACULOUSLY) my main Sylus... which I defaulted to because I can't be seduced by Bubs (lol) and because it's the only other language I can understand. I do have big criticisms about his voice, but he is starting to hit a few targets in me.

Yes, petnames and all. I feel like he's the type of guy to keep using them, ESPECIALLY if you get annoyed by them. But him using petnames for the person he likes also feels like an in-character power move. He won't call you by your name. Instead, he'd call you a name he chose for you

English Sylus does have the confidence, smugness, and arrogance that you'd expect from him, but he just... needs to speak faster and fix the weird inflections that make it sound like he's reading from a script

Zayne:

Japanese > Korean = Trad. CN > Sim. CN

(I already dunked on Eng Zayne enough today so I'm just not gonna include him here lmao. He just doesn't exist to me)

Ok so... Trad. CN Li Shen made me tear up fROM BEING SO FUCKING SOFT AND WHISPERY AAHHHHHH 😭😭😭😭. He's blindsided me about three times in such a short test period. He sounds so fucking comfy, I could curl up in his voice. He gets more flustered when you touch his dick too lmao

Yeah I'm sorry Lee Seoeon, I thought you were my only #2 but you're just gonna have to share that spot with this guy

If I actually understood Chinese more, I'd have like... two... husbands... Li Shen and Rei. So like. Li Shen x 4 and Rei x 4. I'd have... 8 husbands... who are all the same person 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

OG Li Shen sounds fine. I don't really have any strong feelings about him. He sounds like how he should sound and I really hear how SatoTaku incorporated his nuances into his portrayal of Rei. This Li Shen feels familiar mainly because of that. He's just the Chinese version of Rei

I could freely accept this version of him and consider him just Rei speaking Chinese... that's how familiar he is to me, but also... he feels a little more distant because of that language barrier

Lee Seoeon feels like he's constantly trying to seduce me uwu. The moment I switched to Korean and heard his voice, I just stopped breathing for a few seconds 😭😭 Sir, I have no idea what you're saying but if you'd like to take me home, I would not refuse adfasldkfj we could just stay in the office tho

Rei is undoubtedly my favourite for personal, sentimental reasons and because of his voice performance, of course. His voice is comforting, a breath of fresh air, and is the perfect amount of warmth and confidence. And when the situation calls for it, SatoTaku can put out absolute banger acting skills too

Li Shen(s) and Lee Seoeon are fine and all but Rei is my Rei 🥰

[originalaccountname]

Fun BSD French translation details and choices - Episode 12 (by someone who does not understand Japanese but thinks the differences with the English translation/subtitles are fun)

General notes:

Kunikida called Atsushi "this young man" instead of "the kid" today! Progress!

You will be glad to know Fitzgerald still says "old sport", just with the classic horrible French pronunciation. "auld spor".

Lucy's ability is called "Anne aux pignons verts" (Anne of Green Gables). It's a shortened version of the French title of the book, which is usually "Anne, la maison aux pignons verts" (Anne, the house with green gables), like "Anne" is the title, and the rest, the subtitle.

The game "tag" in French is called "le chat et la souris" (the cat and the mouse), or just "chat". When Lucy comments on Atsushi's power being useful in this game, it's a light pun between "jouer à chat" and him being a tiger.

I forgot to say it, but Tanizaki's ability is called "Bruine de neige" (Snow Drizzle/Mist).

Atsushi's voice gets so deep when he's angry and acting "mean" (like when threatening Lucy to drag her behind the door). Where did my soft little boy go.

And Mori's ability keeps the same name, Vita Sexualis.

Today's quote:

Lucy: Alors? Vous trouvez qu'il me va bien? (So? You think it fits me?) James L.: Un sac plastique t'irais mieux que ça, ma pauvre. (A plastic bag would fit you better than that, you poor girl.) Lucy: So? Does it fit me? James L.: You'd look better in burlap.

VF: Je l'étais [un médecin], je ne le suis plus. Aujourd'hui, je ne suis plus qu'un adulte trop autoritaire qui essaie de faire de son mieux. (I was [a doctor], not anymore. Now, I am only a too authoritative adult trying to do his best.) Eng: Ex-doctor. Right now, I'm just a middle-aged man keeping a small group in line.

[rustyvanburace]

flynn for the ask game!! or if he's already been sent, then isabeau!!

favorite thing about them: While at first I found it a little jarring, going from a completely silent protagonist to one speaking, I'm really endeared to Flynn's gentleness and soft-spokenness. And actually it suits him really well, having once been a silent protagonist. Nor is it even out of left field -- NPCs in IV comment that Flynn is very reserved and quiet. So I'm really glad that IVA kept that even while giving (the real) Flynn a couple speaking lines. I also really, really like that he (the real one) stays humble and reserved in IVA despite his celebrity status. When I first played IVA, I had only done IV's chaos route, so I found everyone praising him to be really jarring. But now having done the neutral route, I can see why and it makes me appreciate Flynn's modesty all the more. Not to mention, it makes the distinction between him and Shesha Flynn's radical "personality shift" all the more apparent. That's good!!

least favorite thing about them: Having said all that… This is more an issue with IVA's writing and pacing, but I do wish that (the real) Flynn got more moments to express himself and really show his own character. Flynn suffers from the same problem that Toki does -- we don't get to see their actual character for the majority of the game and their potential and own development suffers for it. I'm very happy with Flynn's personality in IVA, but the rest of him only serves as a foil for the plot and especially in handing Nanashi the torch.

favorite line: My favorite line WOULD be his comment on Issachar's fishing hook in the bonds route, had I not permanently missed the fishing hook in my first playthrough 😭

However, I do really like his surprised, saddened reaction when he sees Jonathan's and Walter's spirits in YHVH's Universe. I was actually surprised that he even reacts to them in the massacre route even after becoming a semi-mindless puppet, especially when…he no longer has any attachment to the fishing hook in that route aaaauuughhhhh 😭😭

brOTP: EASILY Flynn and Issachar being the bros for life and eternity!!! And he's totes bros with the whole Samurai cast, for sure for sure!

OTP: I like a lot of Flynn ships (minus my NOtp), but Flynn x Isabeau are truly best for each other. I love that Isabeau cares for and is devoted to Flynn, but without sacrificing her own convictions. I do wish though that Flynn showed some attraction to her (again, an issue with IVA's writing).

nOTP: Yeah uh, I really hate seeing Flynn x Nanashi and I hate how popular it is in the Japanese fandom. Big reason why I don't engage a lot with the IVA fandom cause I'm just so tired of seeing that.

random headcanon: I too also lowkey fancy the headcanon of Flynn being a transwoman, based on dialogue demons can give in IV~ We support trans headcanons in this house!

unpopular opinion: Like aside from how certain sides of the fandom treats him with respect to other characters, and what I've already voiced about his writing in IVA, I don't really have an unpopular opinion on Flynn? Kinda hard to when he's mainly a player avatar. He's good that way.

song i associate with them: I'm so sorry, I'm just not good with song association questions. 🥹 I listen to a lot of music but if you asked me to pick one, I'll pull a blank lol.

favorite picture of them: Def the artwork Doi did for the Sound & Design extra! It's so so good to see BOTH Flynn and Isabeau dressed in different clothes! :) Plus, I actually really like that armor Flynn has so it's SO good to see official art of it.

Thank you for the ask!

[semi-sketchy]

Well, that's Sonic X finished. Yes I still really like the show.

Firstly, season 3 is a bit mixed. The first half it struggles a bit to find it's footing with the rhythmic "new planet, Metarex stole the egg but are still there for some reason, fight ensues". It gets pretty tedious. Honestly, at this point I was missing the human characters and their antics. Like Mr. Stewart shadowing everyone as if he was coy, Rouge having Topaz to bounce off of, Ella and Chuck... I wanted something to spice it up.

However, the second half, after the Emeralds get scattered again, it starts being less formulaic, having reveals and turns into some good entertainment.

Although, Eggman stuck out to me as being particularly not great this season. First half when he's causing trouble and such is fine, but then when he becomes a sort-of double agent and starts looking out for Sonic and his friends...I just didn't like that for Eggman. It was framed more as fatherly-oversight instead of Eggman perusing his best interests. It only happened a few times in season 1 and 2, so it was easier to overlook there, but it's prevalent enough in season 3 for me to take issue with it.

On the plus side, Shadow is actually enjoyable! I didn't care for how Shadow (or SA2 in general) were done in season 2, but I liked what they did with him here. He's kinda neutral, clashing with Sonic and trying to kill Cosmo, but at the end of the day his interests are still to stop the Metarex and save the universe. He's cold, but his actions show he does care, he just has his own way of doing things. Plus he is a bit of a showoff.

I still think season 1 overall is my favorite with 3 in the middle and lastly 2. Man the Discotek subtitles made season 2 worse...

I also went into this biased that the changes between the dub and sub were negligible. Perhaps because the dub isn't as fresh in my mind as when I formed that opinion, but the sub is definitely my preferred version now. I prefer the Japanese voice cast (I wish Cream could have an English VA as good as her Japanese X one, high pitched yet so soft spoken...it's so easy on the ears) and the music is so much better.

The biggest difference for me is Chris. I actually liked him. I can't exactly narrow down why, he used to annoy me, but that wasn't an issue this time. Maybe I've grown up, perhaps the writing frames him better in the sub, maybe it's this specific translation, I can't tell.

Are the dialogue changes that huge? No. Don't get me wrong, there is a difference, however the show's plot is still the same and understandable in the dub, which, makes sense. The story has to follow the animation. Like I said earlier, the translations between these two languages is somewhat subjective and sometimes sentences need to be shortened or made longer to fill the space. That's why plenty of lines carry the same or similar meaning but are said in a different way.

Yes, the writing is better in Japanese, hell everything is better in the Japanese version and I think that applies to season 3 the most. Could I recommend it over the dub? Easily. If possible, watch the original version. Although if you really can't stand subtitles and want the audio in English (or only have access to YouTube where the Japanese version doesn't have English subs), is the dub acceptable? Also yes, it'll do.

You do have to deal with the censorship in the dub, though I've been aware of it since I was a kid. The animation censorship is silly and stupid, but aside from Chris getting flung in season 2, I didn't think the cut scenes removed much of value. However, while I didn't like the beginning of an episode reusing the end of a previous one during bingeing, when coming back to watch more after a few days, it was a nice refresher. A reminder of a time when you had to wait a week to see what happened next instead of bingeing an entire season in a day. I liked it even though it isn't necessary in this day and age.

As said before, this was not my first time watching X in Japanese. I saw it several years ago and this series rewatch was moreso an excuse to say I finally used the Blu-rays I spent money on.

If I had to rate it, 8/10, maybe even an 8.5. Solid show where there's some very high highs and the lows are still quite enjoyable while the cast is mostly faithful to their game personalities. There's a reason this show has reigned supreme in the fandom for such a long time.

Coming off of Frontiers, it was a nice reminder that yeah, Sonic is still good.

Anyways, I guess next is Boom, although I rewatched it like a year or so ago when I bought the steelbook. I've seen it so many times, I've practically got the show memorized by now. Spoilers: I like it a lot.

[pinkpetalwhispers]

Decided to share some OCs I made for my upcoming PopStar!AU fanfiction.

Thanks to @candysweetposts for making the Plus Size Candy Pack, which I used to make Tanya.

Top Row, from left to right:

Prunella Reyes: She/Her. Afro-Latina (Black/Dominican) 🇩🇴/🇺🇸. A childhood friend of Yvette, Prunella also works as her backing vocalist/dancer. Calm and collected, she often acts as the voice of reason whenever Yvette gets too overwhelmed. Prunella enjoys yoga, running on the beach, and strawberry lemonade. She's close friends with Roy and they often work out together. Nikki Ishida-Verino: She/Her. Japanese/Italian-American 🇯🇵/🇮🇹🇺🇸. Another childhood friend of Yvette who also works as her backing vocalist/dancer. Cheerful and optimistic, Nikki describes herself as the "rhyme" to Prunella's "reason". Nikki does what she can to keep Yvette cheerful whenever she's upset. Nikki's favorite color is red, so she wears it a lot. Nikki likes strawberries, which is ironic because she's actually allergic to them. She enjoys partying, drawing, tiramisu, and collecting candles and journals.

Bottom Row, from left to right:

Marnie Long: They/She. Nonbinary 💛🤍💜🖤. Chinese-American. 🇨🇳-🇺🇸 A music producer who works under Divine Media. They play many instruments professionally, such as the guitar(electric/acoustic), drums, and flute. She is a lesbian, a secret kept from her strict parents. They have a crush on Nikki but is uncertain if Nikki feels the same way. Marnie can be snarky and sarcastic but cares about others deep down. They tend to hold grudges, especially towards those that hurt the people she's close to. Tanya Beaufort: She/Her. French/Cameroonian 🇫🇷/🇨🇲. A singer-songwriter who is represented by Divine Media. She is a member of the 3-piece all girls' pop rock band WE ON 3. Tanya is the bass player and vocalist. Despite her shyness and soft-spoken voice, she has a "darker side" whenever she's performing. Tanya has a fascination with the Victorian/Regency eras, so she has a large collection of books themed around them. Many of her stage outfits reflect that interest. She is also fond of lolita fashion. She also has a thing for tattoos but is terrified to get one herself. That initially led to her developing a crush on Roy, along with his personality. As of now, Tanya is currently seeing someone outside of the entertainment industry.

[minsarasarahair]

As someone who hates autotune, I love this one. Its the the type of song I will keep looping because of how chill it is and the lyrics is so catchy. Its not trying to get your attention as a listener. Its a good background music while focusing on something. Just like Vesper’s chill chatting stream! Its a very Vesper-like song. It gives me the vibe of when your friend sang random song quietly while you two are playing games together. Very relaxing. I guess I hate tuning if its overused in a song to the point I can’t hear the singer’s voice. Even you can hear clearly the tuning in some part, you can still tell its his natural voice. Emotionless, you say? Like a vocaloid? He does tend to sound like a robot in his natural voice even without the tuning which people find amusing but I feel like his unintentional dead-like voice sometimes is a side effect for controlling his bad temper. So what I’m trying to say is his natural voice sound emotionless sometimes. Its not only because of tuning. Plus this man is still learning to sing so give him a break. Nonetheless, its still a great cover. I like how gentle it is and it felt like soft speaking ASMR. For full experience, I recommend listening to it with earphone or headphone. 

Reference to his natural voice

Kronii commented that Vesper sounds like a bot

Anime Boston clip where people find it funny because he sounds like he’s reading a script

When he sing Top of The World on stream, he said he tend to focus on the pitch or melody of the song instead of expressing the emotion and that results his emotionless voice. If he focus in enjoying, he will lose the tone of the song like what happened in his Karaoke. His Top of The World in his Drunk Membership stream is more robot-like than this clip. Take note this man is not a singer, okay? So he probably trying to sing from his throat so it make sense the voice is not in the fullest potential yet. 

Vesper speaking Japanese for Rio’s birthday to show his pronunciation.

Vesper interacting with Holostars JP senpais 

Vesper saying calmly “I’m in excruciating pain”.

I’m sure he will improve eventually. Same, Magni Dezmond! I’m very proud of Vesper’s first cover! He already has great voice. All he need is to know how to use it in his advantage. Him doing something outside his comfort zone is already a big step for now. 

[ennikity]

❤𝑵𝒊-𝒌𝒊 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏... 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝑫𝒂𝒚𝒔❤ ☽𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧☾ ☽𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘦☾

Sleeping was deffinetly one of your favourite things. The feeling of the warm blanket arround, as well as knowing that you didn’t have to go to school or work the next day always made you feel happy, no matter what could had happened. And that day wasn’t an exception. 

You turned arround, looking for a more comfortable position to continue sleeping for some more hours, when you suddenly noticed a sweet smell all over the place.

You oppened an eye, still half asleep. Where was the smell comming from, and why did it look so familiar? It wasn’t until you saw the little note beside you that you realized where you were.

Good morning! Yesterday you fell asleep on the couch, so I took you here. I hope you slept well. I assumed that you would be hungry, so I made breakfast. Come to the kitchen once you get up :]

Ni-ki

You couldn’t help but smile brightly as you read the note. Ni-ki’s soft side always made your heart melt, and it was one of the best feelings ever. In less than a minut, you had gotten up, and taking the hoodie that Ni-ki had left intentionally next to the note, you headed to the kitchen.

- Y/N, you’re finnally awake!- the boy exclaimed as soon as he saw you- I’ve been waiting for ages.

You smiled as you hugged him, not knowing a better way to start your day.

- Good morning for you too- you replaid, still with a half asleep voice. 

- Are you hungry?- the boy asked, trying to hide the smile that was forming on his face just by looking at you- I made chocolate bungeo-ppang, your favourites.

- You did?- you said happily- No wonder it smells so good.

He nodded and turned arround to get some of them before you could see his flustered face and read cheeks. Hearing you complimenting him was one of his favourite things ever.

- Alright, what do you want to do today?- he asked once you had finnished eating. 

- Mmm... what about staying home watching something?

- What? Tomorrow is Christmas and you want to stay home?- he said, not believing you- I even cancelled all my plans and schedules just to be with you.

- Okey, okey, sorry- you apologized quickly- Any ideas?

- Well, in fact, I made a list of things we can do.

You laughed, thinking he was joking, but stopped right away when Ni-ki took out the list and started reading.

- We can start at the arcade, we haven’t been there in ages. Then, we could go ice skating or bowling. The Christmas fair starts at 6 pm, so we can eat lunch at a new japanese restaurant I found nearby, and then go there. And last but not least, we can see all the Christmas lights once it gets dark. What do you think?

Ni-ki looked at you with those big shiny eyes that you loved that much, and waited for your answer.

- Well... those are a lot of things to do- you said, impressed by the long list- I don’t think we will have time to...

But you didin’t end what you were about to say, because the sad look on Ni-ki’s eyes made you change your opinion really quick.

- Nevermind. Get ready, Ni-ki, we have a list to complete!

The boy jumped excited, and started to pick up his things.

- You are gonna have the best time of your life, I primise- he said before leaving to change into something more confortable.

- I’m sure I will- you said, smiling.

                                                            [...]

- Wow, today was an amazing day- Ni-ki said, laying on the couch with an exhausted yet happy smile.

- Yeah, I still can’t beileve we got to do all the things in your list- you admited- I really thought I was gonna stop after ice skating, I’m in pain in parts of my body I didn’t know I had.

Both of you laughed at the memories you had made at the ice rink.

- That’s cuz you were sooo bad at it- Ni-ki teased you.

- Look who is talking, the one who almost falls into a bunch of kids.

- I swear the came out from nowhere- he replaid.

- Yeah, sure- you laughed.

- At least I won something at the fair games- Ni-ki changed the topic.

- That wasn’t fair at all. You know that my sight it’s not that good, plus those rings were too far.

The boy stuck out his tongue, making you punch his arm.

- You can’t complain tho. After that, I took you to see the lights and bought you hot chocolate- he said- And I gave you the teddy bear I had won at the fair.

- You’re right- you smiled- I’m so lucky to be with you.

Ni-ki came closer and hugged you, resting his chin on the top of your head. Feeling his arms arround you and his warmth made you feel as if you had won everything this life could give you.

- Oh, look at the time- you suddlenly said- It’s 00:23, 25th of December, time to open the presents!

But the boy didn’t answer. Instead, he suggled closer to you.

- I think presents can wait a bit more- he said with a sleepy voice- I already have the best present ever here. Thanks for spending the day with me, Y/N, and thanks for spending every day with me. I really hope to be with you for the rest of my life. I love you- he mumbled, closing his eyes.

- Don’t worry, I don’t plan to spend the resto of my life with another person that it’s not you, I primise- you said- And I love you too, Ni-ki, more than you could ever imagine.

NOTE:

Hi everyone! Maybe I’m a little bit late, but Merry Christmas to all of you!! I wanted to write a Christmas imagine, but I couldn’s post it earlier, so here it is. I hope you like it, and have a wonderful time with your family and friends ^^

See you!

[wispisstillverybored67]

Poikkeus

Sphinx (also known as Team Sphinx)

A trio of rogue Pokémon Trainers under the name of Sphinx. They are extremely skilled battlers, and are ruthless to their enemies, and have no qualms for using their Pokémon to enact destruction. Having arose a couple of days after several hundred thousand dollars worth in technology from the Japanese government, they are under suspicion for that crime as well, but due to their efficiency, they leave no traces of themselves while carrying out their business. They consist of the intellectual yet psychopathic Sphinx #1, wearing a blue mask, the childishly sadistic Sphinx #2, wearing a yellow mask, and the hammy yet crass Sphinx #3, wearing a red mask. They all managed to acquire extremely rare Pokémon, such as Shiny, Mythical, and even Paradox Pokémon, but their methods are all unknown.

They speak of "pulling the trigger on this world", and their cries become more audible as the days go by. They all appear to be slightly young for their skills, judging from their voice, but nobody knows what secrets lie under the Sentai masks...

??? Ten

Sphinx #3

"The Ghastly Requiem"

The only girl in the Sphinx triad, red #3 likes to act all cheerful and condescending to her enemies, but she's actually nagging and cross. Remembers everything and forgives no one. Vocal about "pulling the last trigger". Only has a soft spot for her beloved Shiny Mimikyu, Lilian, and her boys.

______________________________________________________________

"The train's here. Let's go," I called out to them. We quickly headed inside with our stuff, and sat down in an isolated cart. Just the three of us moving to Sapporo, in search of more strength. Three kids moving to another home yet again would look slightly suspicious.

We adjusted ourselves, then Nine pulled out the book, containing information for what Pokémon can be found where, and extensive "tips" for catching and raising them. Squinting to read the words, the rest of us waited expectedly for him to say something.

"Can you read it? What does it say about Hokkaido?" I asked, half-aware of why this arrangement wouldn't work.

"Yeah, what's it? What's it?" Twelve impatiently wanted an answer.

"*sigh* I told you... You can just ask one of us to hold it up so you can see." Taking the book away from him, I stood up and held it far enough without gaining any attention so he could see. "We'll find you some glasses, soon." I assured him. To this, he blushed at the fact, that he's farsighted.

"So... What are we going to expect over in Hokkaido?" I asked, slowly. The train has been since moving along, so I was careful not to stumble. In this day and time, not a lot of people would be here... But we'll see.

"Ah, listen to this. There's a number of ones like the Roserade, Garchomp, Weavile, Yanmega, and Togekiss lines, and even things like the Ezo forms of Pokémon. Plus, there've been sightings of Mythical Pokémon, such as Manaphy, Darkrai, and even Zeraora," He recounted. How nice, I thought.

"Since it's mid-spring, the first and last two lines shown over here would be especially populous. Efficient for about half a day's worth of time spent catching, I reckon," I sat back down once the info was relayed between the three of us.

"Does it say anything about Goomies? I wanna make, like, the biggest stack of them!" Twelve jumped at the thought of having even one of the little guys.

"Those things usually come out in the fall and winter. While the place IS cool enough, it's also a wee too late for Goomy to pop up now, don't you think?" I told him. He slumped back into his seat, making a face: >:P.

"We'll get there soon enough, keep your heads down, boys," I reassured the two. Actually, it would be a few hours, more or less depending on how the conditions turn out, so we'll get there at the late evening.

Soon enough, the train became slightly packed, even at the far end we situated ourselves in. We did manage to keep them at bay and away from us through keeping up space on the seats with our luggage. Admittedly, it wasn't much, since we took only the essentials, but who's gonna be the judge of that?

From across, we felt the eyes of other passengers gazing at us, perplexed, maybe concerned, or piteous at us. But it's all a bunch of lies woven under a soft velvet of obligation and threads of apathy barely hidden together. People are full of lies. We can only rely on each other, it's better that way. We had nothing to do but ignore them. I was scrolling through news reports on a tablet I picked up a day ago. Nine quickly fell asleep from a combination of staying up until late to read, and the gentle rumbling of the train. Twelve was glued to the window, curious, and antsy to do something else, something fun, but we can't do anything that would draw attention. Though I suppose the book-reading also counted... Regardless, the goal is to get to Hokkaido quickly and quietly.

Of course, the surprise we got on the ride was something I can't forget. You'll find out why soon...

From the back of the seat, someone was kicking the seat in the back of me. An annoying, jangy sound, but then whoever was pulling this stunt off started poking my shoulder, or hitting my head with something, but it was light enough so it wouldn't be noticed. Or, rather, light enough so if you'd complain about it, you'd seem sensitive.

"Ten?" Twelve perked up about the scene, half confused, and half enjoying it.

I turned over to the other seat. A teenager and a child in her side, the kid was no older than 5. No sign of an adult, so that's good. "Cut it out," I quietly, but sharply implored him.

"Hey-" The teenager with him was going to say something, but I looked back before she could.

The train made a stop. More people file in. Still, it's not fully stuffed. More like, semi-quarter full.

"Excuse me," Another woman's voice went as we began to move again. Discreetly, I turned around to her direction, but made sure not to look at her in the eye.

"Hm?"

"My niece tells me that you've been bothering her, and her friend too. And that's my seat," No, it's not.

Reluctantly, I actually faced her. An Aroma Lady was the source of the voice. Her face was neutral, her stance protective, and her hand was on the younger child. It's become a habit of analyzing body language to detect any possibilities. Face, language, tone, stance. It was better than nothing. But this woman... A knot formed in my stomach. I had to confirm it later if things escalated.

"This is our seat," I said, flatly. "And that kid has been continuously hitting me with who-knows-what since 4 times the train has stopped." Her brow furrowed, then she looked at the lad, who, as I checked, was back at the other side, and just mouthed an "It wasn't that hard". Hmph.

"Well, that's one mystery solved. But yes, this is my seat. I couldn't sit next to my niece once I entered, so the ticket instead reads Line I-35, cart F-"

"Side C, section 9, either side. Ergo, what is on my ticket," I didn't even bother showing her the source, but she was stumped once she heard it, and when she stuck her hand out, I had no other choice.

"But that's preposterous. My ticket has the exact same settings!" *sigh* Just what I needed... An eventful day.

"Hey... where are your parents, anyways?" She instead pondered, pointing to us three in total. I know the answer to that one... bitch.

"Well, alright. How about this? You and me battle right now, one on one, and whichever girl wins gets the seat. We have enough space anyways, I think..." She held out a Nest Ball to her chest, then showed it to me. I grumbled a bit, then looked to the boys. Nine has woken up, judging from him rubbing his eyes. Ugh, I need to have him to sleep better tonight.

"What say you, then?"

"Alright then... But no more than this. And if I win, you will leave us alone," I held out my Repeat Ball. Lilian should suffice. She is my oldest friend.

"Sorry," I briefly apologized to the guys, then stood up to the car hall, where the other passengers have cleared the way so we can battle.

At my end of the hall, the woman was at hers.

"You can call me Bachiko. Bachiko Hanamura." !! Fuck! Why couldn't you have just left us alone?!

"Now, go! Lulu, it's go time!" Bachiko called out her chosen Pokémon. A Breloom. A sight I recognize.

"Come to me, Lilian." Then I called her out. "Call me... Rin," In this void of emotion, I only wanted to end this already. Consider me annoyed.

She seemed confused when she saw Lilian, so I provided a bit of expo.

"Mimikyu... Disguise Pokémon. A Ghost type. Found in vast quantities in Hawaii, but also in Tokyo, and the equatorial islands. Mimics Pikachu out of a want of friends," I sighed. The Fairy type theory isn't very widespread, so I kept quiet on that. "Lilies have a variety of meanings... based on color. The orange lily symbolizes both passion and hatred," I later remarked. She shuffled awkwardly in her position. So I made the first move.

"White lilies symbolize purity and innocence. Now, Shadow Sneak," I uttered. From beyond the shadow... *shwoosh* Quickly, now. I want to end this quickly now.

"Oh! Right... 'Kay, Lulu, use Poison Jab!" Nice try. The attack connected, but it just destroyed her front.

"Hey. What's up with Mimikyu?" She inquired.

"Ability... Disguise. Once a battle, the disguise she bears nullifies exactly one attack. This species is said to never forgive those who break its shroud," I remarked. She tensed up at this remark. Now, what shall I do with her...?

"Leech Life," Let me just take some health... Yoink. There we go.

"Ouch... Lulu, now use Seed Bomb!" She then fired at will. Nice try... Seeds crash, seeds that look more like pumpkins, but Lilian barely took a scratch. She was left duped. Absolutely duped.

"Bulk Up," Feel this last hit. I'll end this next.

"Poison Jab!" Don't waste your breath. Lilian even shrugged this hit off with only a bit of damage. Though the other's Breloom seemed to have caught on that something is a little off.

"Now, Lilian. Shadow Claw," She slipped back into the shadows, leaving the target stumped. From behind the bewildered foe... *sshwing* This battle is over. Bachiko is perplexed.

"Woah. You've got... strong stuff," Resigned, she walked back to me. "Ten, was it? Has anyone ever told you that you look like a 'Shinobu'? How come your parents called you a foreign number?" You misunderstood.

"You remind me so much of... someone I knew before. Little Ryūko from the past..." And you don't even remember. What do I expect?! "Well, you've got me good. I'll be on my way," Before she left, she handed me the prize money. 4,389p, huh? I'm not complaining, but this much? I would've expected, like, 900p or so. And just like that, she and her group left for another cart. The cart we're in seemed to have cleared up a bit, or at least everyone shuffled away from us. Somewhat satisfied, I sat back down to the boys. The two of them had a strange look on their face. One of concern.

"Ten? You OK?" Twelve asked, unable to mask his worry with his usual lightness.

"That look in your eyes as you battled her... You're never this angered, much less with a stranger," Nine knows, at least. He at least knew a bit more of that sight.

Looking around, I guessed that it didn't hurt to say it all. "That was my mother!" My tone was deafening, yet quiet. "My birth mother was Bachiko, and she's forgotten about her abandoning me!" The two boys were chilled, at the new information presented to them. From birth, to now, and to my death. I've always been able to remember all things clearly. I caught her name shortly before she handed me off to an orphanage in Yokohama. Now, she doesn't even remember me. Of course...

Twelve glanced back at the direction the woman went, not having got an image of her face. So he just pointed to her old direction out of mild disbelief. Nodding a 'yes', now they both had the look. I didn't even bother sending Lilian back into her Ball. Her presence helps calm me down, and I didn't notice the white knuckle I had my fists in until I went back to my seat.

I don't believe in honoring family. Much less, honoring that hag, when the nicest thing she ever did to me was dropping me off in the middle of Yokohama, where the Athena Project scooped me up, and leading me to meet Nine and Twelve, and Lilian too. If I had a "family" to consider, it would be us. But we're not family. Just a trio of children, and their Pokémon, trying to survive on their own, because we only have each other TO rely on. The little one nuzzled up against me, wanting snacks, I assume.

You should probably get some rest, too, I thought to myself. But I have to keep watch, and handle supplies and whatnot.

It was barely breaking evening now. We'll be there soon, but... Grumbling, I pulled the fuel bag closer to my side, and clung to myself. A whisper escaped my lips. I'm so tired.

"I want to be free from this world..."

[phantomuheist]

Please repost do not reblog

CHARACTER SHEET ―

FULL NAME.: Akira Kurusu. (now Sakura)

NICKNAME: Aki, ‘Kira, bro, leader.

ALIASES: Joker, leader of the Phantom Thieves.

PRONOUNS: He/Him and They/them

HEIGHT:  4’9″

ZODIAC: Aries

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Japanese, some basic English, and a bit French from Arsène, maybe.

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 ―

HAIR: Jet black. Short, curly, and unkempt. Like a bird’s nest. Very soft.

FACIAL HAIR: None.

EYES: Grey.

SKIN TONE: Pale and fair.

BODY TYPE: Slim and an athletic build thanks to lots of workout sessions.

VOICE: Quiet, deep and somewhat monotone at first. Can be a little higher pitched when he’s excited or laughing.

DOMINANT HAND: Right.

POSTURE: Sits slouched with his hands on the table or on his lap. Tends to shake his leg a lot when he’s anxious which is almost all the time. Sits upright when told to.

SCARS: On his chest and back because of his abusive dad. He also has some bruises on his wrists due to the handcuffs he was wearing.

BIRTHMARKS: None.

MOST NOTABLE FEATURES: Because of the false charge, people are afraid of him and would rather not deal with him. He comes off as a delinquent, which he is not. He’s just very quiet and likes observing people first before saying anything.

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 ―

PLACE OF BIRTH: Osaka, Kansai Region

HOMETOWN: Osaka, Kansai Region, although it’s changed to Yonjen Jaya now.

SIBLINGS: None.

PARENTS: Mr. [blank] and Mrs. Arashi Kurusu.

𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 ―

OCCUPATION: Leblanc barista, florist, convenience store clerk, beef bowl restaurant employee.

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Leblanc, and later the Sakura household.

CLOSE FRIENDS: Everyone in the Phantom Thieves. Plus, Mishima, Dr. Takemi, Kawakami, Iwai, Ohya, Lala-chan, Yoshida, Shinya.

FINANCIAL STATUS: Stable and perhaps loaded, one might say.

DRIVER'S LICENSE: No.

CRIMINAL RECORD: False assault charge, proven innocent. Larceny, in secret.

VICES: Touch-starved, clingy, overly dramatic. He’s easy to piss off if you say the wrong thing. Can’t live without coffee. Kinda hates veggies.

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ―

LOVE LANGUAGE: Words Of Affirmation, Touch, Quality Time and Acts of Service.

RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES:  A hopeless romantic who doesn’t know how to function in a relationship and is beside himself when he finally connects with someone on a deep, emotional level. Someone he can imagine moving in with and eventually, spending his life with. Be careful of his temper and impulsiveness in the Metaverse, things can get pretty chaotic!

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 ―

CHARACTER'S THEME TUNE: Kill The Itch - NEO: TWEWY.

HOBBIES TO PASS THE TIME: Watching TV, walking around town, reading, doing crossword puzzles, lazying around.

LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED: More left-brained but can also use his right brain when he’s in the right moment.

SELF-CONFIDENCE LEVEL: Oh, it’s so low. Don’t look at him, his parents caused it all. Although he received praise for his high marks, they never paid much attention to him unless he made a mistake or broke something. It’s also worth noting that in his old school, no one really hung out with him because they were afraid of him or thought he was a nerd who studied a lot and never socialized. However, when Joker takes over, he’s much more confident, revealing his true self and hidden anger issues, taking it all out on the Shadows. He’s very flashy and stylish too. Shocking, I know.

Stolen from: @tvstarkuma​

Tagging: @iiguess​ @electricea​ @galaxofmuses​ (Sonic) @epitomees​ (Makoto or Sae) and you!