#another person orz

[elegyofthemoon]

i wan bookclub w someone

[asherasgayagenda]

+ why they work best for you!

[memoriashell]

okay i’ve been seeing some things go around due to one of kodaka’s bluesky posts, so i’m going to throw my hat in the ring and offer my interpertation based on what i got out of his original post. since i think some things have gotten lost in translation and have gotten some misinterperations spreading because of it.

tldr; i don't think kodaka retconned or anything, owada is still ishimaru's first real friend by far.

disclaimer, i’m not fluent in japanese, so i'm not claiming that this is perfect or potentially not without misunderstandings. i’ve also included some translation notes to clarify some things that i felt needed clarification and to offer explanation as to why i reached the conclusions that i did.

kyappu-o ’s question:

最近石丸清多夏の中学生活が気になって美味しい物しか喉を通らない状態です！

These days, [I’ve] been wondering about Ishimaru Kiyotaka’s middle school life, and the circumstance is that appealing things cannot be swallowed.*

* Okay, I know this isn’t really important in the grand scheme of things, but the second part of the question was giving me a little difficulty; mainly because I think it’s probably slang that doesn’t 100% translate. Anyways, the connitation here is implied to be negative, so I think unlike the translation that’s been going around, it isn’t meant to be a positive statement. If I had to guess, in English something that is hard to swallow is generally a negative thing, or at least not positive usually; so I think there is a similar euphiusm in Japanese. In turn, I think the request might have been implying that they were requesting they wanted to know something not so positive. Again, this is just a guess, and not really important in the grand scheme of things.

kodaka’s response:

クレヨンしんちゃんの、しんちゃんみたいな自由奔放な友人がいて、毎日振り回されていました。

Similar to Shin-chan from Crayon Shin-chan*, there was a free-spirited friend**, and every day [Ishimaru] was pushed around***.

でも、引っ越してしまって、寂しい石丸少年でした。

But [the friendship] ended when [that person] moved, and Ishimaru was a lonesome youth [following this] ***.

* Not going to lie, this one is probably hard to follow a little without the context of knowing what Shin-chan is. Here's the wikipedia  if you want to better understand the idea of 'free spirited' that is being conveyed here; but basically, five year old that is very brazen, I guess. Basically, attitude wise this friend was the opposite of Ishimaru.

Also, while 自由奔放 doesn't exactly translate to free-spirited, it is close in meaning; it translates to free and uncontrolled, or behaving with abandon.

** As a note, 友人 (yuujin) is used here instead of 友達 (tomodachi); which is a more formal way of saying friend. I would assume Kodaka's word choice is pretty intentional here. I'd say it's to convey that despite being friends, this wasn't a close friendship; just closer than classmates, perhaps.

*** This is the part I think has gotten a little misunderstood. 振り回す can be intereperted a few ways, which includes: ++ to show off (generally in the sense of one's knowledge) ++  to abuse (one's power) ++  to manipulate someone

Thus, why the translation I went for was that it's a friendship where Ishimaru's being pushed around. It's open for interpertation how you want to take it, but it's clear that it's probably supposed to be understood as not the most healthiest friendship. Probably a very one-sided one.

**** Also a little bit hesitant on translating this bit, but I think it's mostly correct. To explain why this bit differs from the other translation going around:

While 年 does refer to time, 少年 (shounen) means boy, lad, youth, etc. I think it makes more sense to interpert it as Ishimaru was a lonely youth [afterwards]; rather to break 少年 up to get Ishimaru was lonely for a little time [afterwards].

[sunkissedlouis]

riri, i've seen many people say that the queuing system based on the time of purchase is frequently used in asia and i wanted to ask if you've seen it used for larger crowds too and if it works as well as for smaller crowds? i'm guessing it needs a ton of coordination from the venue, but since it's the first time i heart about it and on paper it looks really interesting, i wanted to ask you your experience with it?

hiiii shari!

so far, it's been used for larger crowds, but it also works for smaller crowds. i've not experienced it for smaller crowds though.

the camping culture before for the shows are similar to what happens in usa/europe where people would camp days (or a week) before the actual show. based on my past concerts, when i attended some kpop shows, the shows are usually announced in advance and then the fans are given a few weeks to prepare for the actual ticketing.

the queuing number will then be generated based on the time and date of purchase of your ticket. so basically, the earlier you buy your ticket on the day of the ticketing, the lower qn you'll get. so if you purchase your ticket on the dot, the bigger chance you'll get of getting a lower qn.

then a week or a few days before the shows, the promoter will release a special link where you'll input your ticket number or reference no. and it will generate your queue number for you. here's an example of a queue number (from my past show hehe) the 2593542 is the ticket number:

you'll show this queue no. then get in line according to the other guidelines released by the promoters prior the show.

(more below the cut!)

this system was also used in ltwt in manila although since there was a venue change, the prior queuing for the first venue was changed and lnph asked the attendees to fill out a google form. same thing applied there - the faster you fill out the form when it's released, the lower qn you'll get.

see my queue number for ltwt in manila below the cut:

with this system in place, although lines and crowds are harder to control for bigger show, at least concert goers have proper guidelines prior to the shows re: where to line up and what time to line up.

[curiosity-killed]

writing poetry: hard

writing fic: also hard

me, an idiot: i should definitely write a fic (prose) in the style of one of my favorite poets! this will Definitely Not be soul-crushing and exhausting

[solarisgod]

Now would your muse let Micah draw them? 🥺

[paimonial-rage]

actually really like the idea of gorou’s pet peeve being messy people. he does take good care of his own tail and in his idle animation he’s disciplined enough to (almost) not touch the butterfly flapping at him so i assume he’s disciplined enough to keep his area tidy.

now imagine gorou needing to work with a reader who is messy-organised. by that i mean they’re messy to the world but reader knows and has everything where it needs to be. how’d do you think he’ll handle that? — @milkstore

Hmm... while he would go lighter on them, I can still see him encouraging them to be more organized. His reason being that just because the reader knows where everything is, that doesn't mean that anyone else does. If there ever came a need for something the reader has, but the reader is not present to give it, this could put everyone in a tight spot. They'll be forced to rummage through reader's mess to find what they're looking for with no guarantee they'll find it. Who knows what can go wrong during that wasted time!

[robinsnest2111]

upside of getting too little sleep: I'll probably run cold enough to be able to wear my badass leather jacket without breaking too much of a sweat in this moderate summer heat 🤘

[r2y9s-notartblog]

i used to scoff at victorian women in books complaining of a headache and using it as an excuse to get out of social responsibilites. but now, i too get debilitating headaches that absolutely take me tf out and i also just want to not be in any social situation when i've got one.

[glasseswearingrabbitdetective]

How to shake a fever and sound like you didn’t get like 3 hours sleep within 20 minutes? 😂😂💦 aa….

The face of someone who woke me up at ~5am ^ :,) oh to be a well-cared for house cat… 😔

[lordsardine]

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[chariflare]

my bf is (maybe) dropping out of our months-long concrete plan to move in together bc he didn't realise he’d be paying <far below market price> dollars rent per week

[zhongrin]

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✼ a/n ┈ based on a cursed idea i had a long time ago (so long that i can't even find it orz) but the premise was something along the line of:

"what if the genshin models were created after an actual human being reference, and said reference was your boyfriend.... but the catch is that their personalities are 180 degrees different than their in-game counterpart (so like zhongli is an coffee addict and childe can't be bothered with children)"

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[harmonysanreads]

I'm not sure if requests are still open since it's early in the morning where I'm from and idk how our timezones work, please delete this if it isn't orz. If it isn't too much trouble, a dainsleif fic mayhaps 🙏😔? I miss him so much and he didn't come home this patch, can be a short drabble ^^.

Not sure if it's leaning on your "things in consideration" list, but the prompt can be:

You've been under his radar for years but now that he's tracked you down, an unknown child who mirrors his blue Khaenriahn eyes guards you with his small and very fragile life. Those eyes... They're eerily familiar.

(side note: Dain isn't the type who thinks children automatically have a heart of gold lolol. He's kinda a hater when it comes to children cept for Yaoyao /jjjj, maybe that's some extra spice to add for the reason why reader is so terrified and left as soon as she had the opportunity?)

Reconteur

yandere!dainsleif x reader

cw(s) : yandere, implied female reader (the narrative is not gender specific but the word 'mother' has been used once)

wc : 1.7 k

this was an interesting challenge for me because this is one theme i've not done before, with a character i've also never written for! i'm extremely sorry for the wait as i got distracted by hsr :') and thank you so much for requesting<3

a delightful illustration by the loveliest person <3 (spoiler alert!)

Stories are truly spectacular.

They're capable of preserving bygone memories ; changing, adapting and sometimes, becoming far too distant from reality. Like saplings of the tree which extends its roots throughout Teyvat and, their seeds are welcomed by the flighty wind, soon to be cultivated by the torrents of time. The present will one day become history and that history will be archived for posterity to learn and criticize. One such story inspires much intrigue, dressed in charming rhetoric and is thus cataloged among fairy tales : a bittersweet tale of a Knight and an Angel.

And in classic format it goes — once upon a time, a defiled Knight cried out to the heavens, for he could not win against the temptation of seeing the forbidden pearl. This blatant defiance earned him but a curse of eternal agony and soon, he begged the skies for salvation. The clouds softened and sent him a little Angel, who quelled the fires of his pain bit by bit, until it became an infinitesimal dot in the Knight's soul. Brimming with gratitude, the Knight offered his very being to the Angel's service and of course, they lived happily ever after.

Now suppose, fundamentally speaking, if fairy tales are but stories and the retelling of history follows the same pattern — who are the storytellers?

The victors, of course.

The dull thud of pages colliding shut assuages Dainsleif, for the story which now finds itself beside children's bedside tables serves no other purpose than to instigate dulcet fantasies, losing credence before the trials of history. It brews a litany of feelings in his numbed heart until they intertwine and transform into a yarn of befuddling human emotions ; echoing in his ears that this is what his past has become.

Albeit, this hardly astonishes the Bough Keeper. When a war ends and the winners hoist their flags, they'd obviously be privy to recounting their glories — none of them would ever write that the Knight in the story had never begged the heavens for forgiveness and no such Angel was sent. Instead, he'd seen fit to snatch the Messenger that'd implored him to return to his right mind and one would think that Celestia had taken great offense in this act, but no one batted an eye.

That is because the Messenger, too, was forsaken by their home, a fallen angel with no wings and no divinity left. Whose existence became synonymous to that of a firefly and the Knight, became the darkness that allowed it to glow. When two broken individuals unite, they either complete their flaws or destroy one another and sadly, in his case, it was the latter.

But is it such a sin to wish for a normal life? Dainsleif muses as he passes by giggling groups of unassuming humans, desperate vendors trying to sell their wares and many more individuals who might carve their places in the next epics of Teyvat. Often is it said, you only learn to value things after they leave your grasp and while his memory does erode day by day, he'll forever remember that Angel's — your countenance, how the corners of your lips used to curve before they did no longer, how every word of yours bewitched his decaying mind and built it anew.

He was an ant chasing after the fragrance of sugar, a mindless bug blinded by a speck of light, an apophyte clinging desperately to the bough, a sinner. And sinners do not deserve luxuries called normalcy, love or a home. The aftereffects of the Cataclysm that befell his homeland drove uncountable masses to nihility, some embraced their hatred while others rotted in corners of this world. It is testament to Dainsleif's willpower that he'd not been conquered by insanity yet. Indeed, he's always practiced rationale and patience ; which have also aided him in his prolonged search for you.

He investigated till every rock of this wretched world became his acquaintance and he kept on hanging to the last traces of your existence. But, as every expedition led to a dead end, he was forced to accept a lamentable realization, that he missed you. He missed you so much. He'd vowed to never kneel before those who took everything from him, at this point in his life though, he found himself one breath away from begging that floating island — if only it'd bring you back to his side.

Rain. It'd rained before that catastrophic day and on the eve you trespassed in his life as well. Would you laugh if you saw him in this state? Or, would you coax him up from his knees and shield him from the rain? A hoarse chuckle leaves his lips, how shameless does one need to be to still expect comfort from the being they hurt repeatedly? He'd rather not hear the answer.

“Mister?”

The sky growled at his misery but he could not differentiate it from a mocking sneer. He blinked upon feeling the absence of raindrops falling on his person and raised his head to stare.

It is as though the stars gazed at him back, “Why are you kneeling on the ground on a rainy day, mister?”

Dainsleif stared owlishly, his mind momentarily ceased to comprehend the present. The boy that'd reach his knees at most if Dainsleif had been standing returned his gaze in equal interest. Though the man failed to decipher those familiar eyes, it seemed that the boy had reached a conclusion.

“Oh, you must be in pain! Here, take one of my apples.”

The Bough Keeper jolted at the fruit that was shoved to his hand, in the blur of his confusion he'd not taken note of the bag full of apples clutched by the boy's other hand.

“My mother said that an apple a day would keep the pain away—ah, or was it the doctor? Anyway, please take it and don't look so sad. I should really be returning now…!”

Dainsleif opened his mouth (To protest, to question or to thank? He didn't know.) as the boy dashed away, the pitter-patters of the rain lulled his footsteps and left the man a great deal dumbfounded. He looked at the apple, now glistening with rainwater and recalled the boy's words. On normal occasions, he'd be tempted to immediately evacuate the vicinity after that mildly embarrassing encounter but, the memory of the starry gaze that rendered him speechless implored him to follow the boy's tracks.

At this point, his mind was operating on instinct, tracing the footprints of an unknown child without purpose would be the farthest thing he'd put on his agenda in his current state. The dense forest swallowed his form until it finally gifted him with a clearing, a small source of light peeked past a half open window and enticed him closer.

“...re…were…y…?”

The man only came to his senses after hearing muffled voices, standing before what he assumed was the door to the thatched cottage. For a second, he debated whether to continue this rendezvous but resigning that he'd come too far, he decided to take a peek through the window.

The rain lulled just enough to not be an outright nuisance, succinct yet unforgettable — there you were, separated by but a weak wooden structure and Dainsleif's stupefied mind. You are there. Are you really there? Right before his eyes, emerging out of nowhere after he turned Teyvat upside down just to find some reassurance that you're still alive? Your eyes narrowed in that familiar frown and rubbing a towel through a boy's hair—

Wait, what?

Fine strands of blonde clung to Dainsleif's forehead, a few drops of water dripping down to join the small puddle under his feet. He gaped like a fish at the scene and at the boy who led him to this epiphany, completely forgetting vigilance.

“Did you talk to anyone, son?”

Flowers bloomed in his heart at the sound of that familiar lilt and his breath hitched as he processed the contents you uttered. Son. You called that boy son. In the light of your humble abode, he noticed the boy's golden locks of hair that he'd previously foregone and a conclusion crawled its way to his mind. He has a child. He has a child? Dainsleif knew you have a knack for unpredictability but this level of surprise was not what he was expecting upon your first appearance after all these years. He dwelled on the question of how it was even possible for a while, he recalled the boy's eyes ; those characteristic star-shaped pupils would never lie. Voices reached his ear again and he decided to cast aside these questions for a later time.

“I did, but the man looked so sad all alone in the rain! So, I gave him one of the apples because I didn't know what else to do. I promise I didn't talk too much!”

You paused for a while, a cautious query followed, “What did he look like?”

The boy copied your silence this time, finding great interest in your nails before exclaiming, “Pretty ordinary!”

Dainsleif didn't know why but that gave a sting to his heart, he looked back to you to see the unreadable expression on your face slowly shift to a soft smile. You affectionately ruffled the boy—his boy's hair, the action somehow softened the ache in his soul. Until he remembered that he was ignorant of his own son's name. He was one who preferred to form his opinion of everyone from a neutral point of view and while he's not one to excuse children's behavior just because of their age, seeing his own son speak half-truths at this stage raised many more concerns to be dropped in the pile.

You're not someone who'd preach dishonesty to a child but considering the situation you are currently in and the things this child must've seen, he found himself understanding. The skies rumbled and Dainsleif barely pushed back the urge to kick down the door and take his family to where they belonged. But seeing the smile that he'd yearned for so many years, he hesitated. You'd fought hard to earn this little happiness and acting on his impulses now, however justified they might be, would be dishonoring your efforts. And judging by your reactions, he can already sense that you won't just sit idly by for him to pounce on.

So, he'll be patient for bit longer and when the time is right, it'll seem as though his family returned to his arms out of their own volition.

[curiosity-killed]

Idk what I did to my shoulder by *checks notes* briefly sitting on my couch last night but I feel like someone needs to unscrew my scapula, take the humerus out of its socket, and reattach everything in the right order

[merakiui]

*tosses you a coconut*

In exchange I'd like to hear some Malleus thoughts. Both sfw and nsfw. The brainrot about him is very much real.

Have a wonderful day Mera >:3

- 🥥 anon~

:O 🥥 anon, how did you know coconuts are my favorite!!!!!! Thank you for your lovely gift. I will gladly share Malleus thoughts.

sfw.

✧ you and Malleus ride the bus into town, catch the trolley, and go to your favorite ice cream shop. <3 trying each other's ice cream. In your eyes, it's just an innocent gesture between friends, but to Malleus it means so much more. You offered him a taste of your ice cream......... 👁 👁 he will be thinking about this for the rest of the day.

✧ maybe you buy plushies for Malleus whenever you find one that reminds you of him. All of these plushies sit on his bed and he loves them dearly because they were gifts from you. Sometimes he plays the violin to all of them and imagines you're sitting amongst his plushie audience. One day he'll play for you hehe.

✧ going on night walks with Mal!!!! Gazing at the stars, chatting about anything and everything...... he looks at you with so much fondness in his eyes as you tell him about your day. >w<

✧ ice cream mukbang with Malleus!!!!!

✧ you and Malleus have agreed to be each other's special someone during holidays so that neither of you will ever feel lonely on those days. In classic romantic comedy fashion, you find yourselves falling in love.

✧ Malleus who has flowers planted at the castle in your honor. You don't know this until he brings you to visit and points them out hehehe.

✧ a concept where you're royalty and Malleus is the gargoyle who watches over from his perch above and occasionally takes on a human form to meet you at your balcony!!!!!

nsfw.

✧ omegaverse fwb,,, Malleus helping you through your heats like the sweet alpha he is. orz by this point, you're almost always smelling like him and no one approaches you with romantic intentions because they automatically assume you're Malleus's omega. Not that you'd ever want another person. Malleus is great in and out of bed.

✧ awkward virgin Malleus who is trying so hard to be gentle and patient and not rut into you with reckless abandon even though you're clenching around his cock so tightly. >_< and you're making such sweet sounds for him, grabbing at his shoulders and holding on.

✧ the classic: riding Malleus and using his horns as handlebars!!!!

✧ Malleus eating you out during your period.........

✧ being the virgin sacrifice for Malleus....... maybe your whole existence is just to let him breed you full, but then perhaps he loves you more than that. Instead of treating you like a sacrifice, he wifes you up instead. <3 that way he can still breed you and keep you with him forever!!!