#capybara nevermind

[capytime]

#capybara #capybaranirvana #capybaranervermind #capybaramusic

[boyfriendtodeathconfessional]

🪽 and Mod-Demon, you both are too kind! Now please stop, you're going to make me blush! (keep going, this does wonders for my self esteem)

I like to imagine Derek with a scorpion back tattoo. Not only does it seem like the kind of corny shit he would get to convince himself and everyone else that he's tough (apologies to anyone with a scorpion back tattoo), but it also reminds me of Ryan Gosling's character in the movie 'Drive'.

Ngl, I was pretty disappointed when some of the characters in the desert route didn't have masks (Derek) or their masks didn't line up with the animal theme (Machete, who was done so dirty, I'm still upset about it). That being said, If I was going for scary, I would choose a mask that's horrifying like a super realistic bat/rattlesnake/desert hare. If I wasn't briefed on how to act beforehand, I would get something goofy like a capybara. I'd call myself 'Cappy' and when the hunt starts, I would only say my name like a Pokemon. Nevermind, I feel like that's scarier.

I'm glad people enjoy my posts. Maybe I should consider righting a book... -☢️

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[tiger-willow]

I’ll be honest, The Christmas fireplace stream is very relaxing. It has a sort of comfy/comfort feeling just sitting with Cucurucho. Like for real I’m sipping tea and dunking my cookies in milk. I kinda wish I could have a day just chilling with Cucurucho weather it’s Christmas or not. I absolutely love this!!! (Also Richas just sneaking around like a little gremlin is very cute and funny as well as the appearance of the capybaras, Frirusflais and a random rat is nice too)

(edit: also BADBOYHALO?! WHAT IS GOING ON LMAO?!?

(Second edit: TUBBO TOO!?! AND NOW THEY ARE PLAYING MUSIC?!)

(Third edit: FOOLISHGA TOO LMAO!? And Tina <3)

(Fourth edit: this crazy haha, the stream went chaotic so quickly and I regret speaking so soon LMAOOO)

(Edit five: BRO CUCURUCHO JUST FUCKING DIPPED LMAOOOOO)

Edit six: OH SHIT NEVERMIND HES BACK! THEY’VE BEEN CAUGHT! CUCURUCHO PLEASE SAVE US FROM THIS LOUD CHAOS LMAO /hj)

(Started writing this since 7:10 EDT and just started editing after BBH showed up lol)

~Anyways I’m going to sleep lmao, Merry Christmas and happy holidays! <3 :]

[anotherhumanpet]

"They eat capybaras in Venezuela and Colombia this time of year."

"I... Sure. No judgement. Good for them. But I need to go find the not so lil guy right now, just in case." Nevermind they're in Japan. Dennis is now worried the poor capybara is on someone's menu.

[wickcdmindz]

"is this a bad time to mention i prefer to sleep naked? let my body breathe and all that good stuff." the remark earned a look from raphael that reminded levi of an angry capybara--if that was even possible.

once the back was successfully cleared out, they were finally able to lay the seats down. levi paused to examine the interior and letting out an obnoxious snort. "you know what's funny? i think this qualifies as our first official sibling bondage event."

wait, that wasn't the right word.

"i mean bonding. sorry, slip of the brain."

didn't seem like a bad idea to have some source of entertainment--anything to drown out levi's banter.

"i don't find this funny at all," raphael deadpanned. "i'd rather be sleeping in a bed tonight. near a fireplace."

but the back of the vehicle was already cleared and there weren't any other options. "i guess we can---" before he could finish his sentence, levi was already crawling in. "alright, nevermind, then."

"what? you're telling me you two don't want to cuddle all night?" her tone gives it away that she's only teasing. messing with them. she was fine with the arrangement. after all, it wasn't like they could do much else. she starts helping pull out soe of the bags, moving them to the front with raphael.

alright, so a little hiccup in the plan. instead of a night in a somewhat comfy cabin bed, they'll be squished together in the back of the car. not ideal but seems like any good bonding experience. she's trying to keep a positive outlook on it. levi seemed more neutral and raphael seemed stressed.

she looks between levi and raphael, moving to flip the lid of the cooler up. a smirk tugs at her lips as she pulls out the whiskey and shakes it a bit. leaning against the end of the car. "entertainment."

[kibblemaniac]

goodbye despa¡w

[sniixnn]

Bruno X reader babysitting Antonio together please <333 (Bruno and reader are dating :)

꒰ ➼ ❝ the jaguar doesn’t bite !! ❞ ꒱

bruno x reader

warnings: nothing!

a/n :: THIS IS SO SWEET I LOVE THIS ASK SM ANON !! this was so much fun to write 🙏 😭 :: i have a few asks to get through, so if you are asking me if i got your request i probably did, i just have a few drafts i need to finish, sorry. tumblr has been eating some of my requests though i’m pretty sure, so don’t be afraid to ask me if i got yours.

you and bruno had both agreed when felix asked you to take care of antonio. pepa seemed a bit hesitant, leaving her kid in the hands of someone else, bruno even more so. even after they reconciled their relationship did have rough patches. she didn’t say anything, though the small cloud above her head said enough.

antonio welcomed you into his room, and you couldn’t believe your eyes. sure, you had been in there for the ceremony, but you swear everytime you visit it just keeps on getting bigger. as you were admiring the scenery of the room, you began walking towards the large birch tree with antonio. bruno looked around with you before letting out a scream. you whipped your head back, and watched bruno race off in a hurry as a jaguar raced towards him with mighty speed.

‘he doesn’t bite!’ antonio exclaimed, grasping your hand and racing after bruno, who was racing with purpose and fast pace before his foot slipped beneath a root of the large tree, tumbling as he groaned. the jaguar had caught up to him now, and had resorted to licking him. kneeling beside him, you rubbed a thumb over his forehead, which was red with pressure and in the future going to become a rough bruise. antonio halted parce, which you learned to be the jaguars name. bruno groaned, sitting up. antonio blinked.

‘i told you he didn’t bite.’ he reminded, shifting away. bruno shook his head, saying it was fine, but you swore you could hear him muttering that ‘it’s a jaguar…’ under his breath.

once you had made your way to the tree, you sat bruno down and pulled out bandaids from the bag you insistently brought with you. (for antonio of course, but you didn’t want to embarrass bruno anymore). he protested as you stuck a bright pink bandaid on his leg, sighing. you drifted your attention to antonio, who seemed happy enough to play with his animals by the river.

‘are you alright?’ you soothed, running a hand through his hair. he blinked, rubbing his forehead slightly.

‘yeah, yeah i’m good..’ he reassured looking on as antonio played around with the capybaras. ‘.. should we..?’ he muttered flicking his eyes ever to antonio and back to you.

‘..oh!’ you laughed. ‘yeah, sorry.. i’m not good with this type of stuff.’ you listened as he hummed.

‘neither am i. we can do this together, right?’ he asked, eyes flicking to you as you grasped his hand. placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, you turned your attention once more to antonio. he looked at you, all of his animals pausing as he raised an eyebrow.

‘gross.’

you let out a laugh as bruno turned into a flushed mess, trying to recover himself. ‘oh, i’ll show you gross!’ he exclaimed, placing his hands on his hips. antonio clapped his hands, and parce was ready to jump into action. bruno deflated, shrinking behind you. ‘you know what…? nevermind! we can just… talk it out. yknow?’ he chuckled. you had to admit, time really did fly by when you had fun. you had been amused by antonio for so long that time had slipped by, only being altered of what time it was by antonio as he got fatigued, tugged you along as he asked you to tuck him into his comfortable bed.

he wasn’t the first to drop, though. bruno had forced himself to stay awake, rubbing his eyes like a tired child and eyes drooping the moment he wasn’t engaged in conversation. he had curled up on the bed next to antonio (because it was obvious to both of you that he needed to sleep). you were going to wake them up, you swear; but you just didn’t have the heart. seeing them curled up together comfortably was just a sight that you really didn’t want to end.

in the end, you gave up and leaned into bruno, delving into a land of dreams along with them. you just hoped that pepa and felix weren’t going to come back home anytime soon.

[mugloversonly]

Give me the rocks…

@runninriot @runraerun @steddie-island @katyawriteswhump

what would you steal from my room?

thank you @friendlyneighbourhoodelf for the tag <333

no pressure tags: @rooksnooks @biscuityskies @ferretrade @lightasthesun @cj-kenobi

[asknarashikari]

Me: Y'all not having a good day?

Emu and Mamato: *deep heavy sigh* Yes.

Shinnosuke and Takaharu: Same.

Me: Here. Taka a stress relieving capybara.

Mamato: What? How... Nevermind. *Cuddles capybara*

Capybaras climb on their laps and rest or resting close by.

Them: Thanks.

Emu: Soft and chubby.

Me: Let's go somewhere that's stress relieving.

Later.

Ikki: Why are there some capybaras in the bathhouse?!

Me: Their stress relieving capybaras and don't mind these yuzu citrus.

Them: Stress free.

Daiji: Hey look... One has a duck on its head.

Ikki: Cute. Okay they can stay for a while.

George: *hugging Ikki from behind* It is comforting to.

Ikki: Joji... *feeling embarrassed*

Meanwhile.

Koshirou: *baby babble* *hugs capybara*

Capybara goes back to its bowl of food.

Mama and Papa-san: Awww... Feed it this Koshirou. *Hands a slice of pumpkin*

Capybara accepts food from Koshirou.

Koshirou: *happy noises*

Lovekov: *taking pictures* Too cute.

Sakrua: This one has a cute harness and it's an albino.

Hana: It looks well groomed and fluffy to. 😍

Hiromi: *sleeping next to a baby capy*

Lovekov: *takes pictures* Yes.

Kagerou: *being tsundere at the capybaras*

Sigh... if only I could have a stress relieving capybara... they're just so chill and relaxed and so... zen. And it's friend-shaped to boot

Who doesn't like friend-shaped giant rodents who can bring you peace of mind and serenity...

(Ngl the image of sleepy Hiromi with a napping capybara in his lap.... kyaaaaaa)

[therantingsage]

Watched Centaurwoooooorld and I have many thoughts + feelings

But nevermind thoughts and feelings!! I made a sona! Capybara-centaur of course because. That’s animal. She short

She knows three spells but only ever uses two of them. The one she doesn’t use anymore is “Shoot A Tiny Version Of Myself From My Hoof(Paw??)” Because she did it once and immediately decided she was a mom now. She put him in a little terrarium and feeds him leaves his name is Bingo

Her other two spells are “Summon A Chair Whenever I Want” and “Sparkle Blinkies��. Her Blinkies don’t really disappear tho so she just has a big pile of them in her house. She lays in them dramatically sometimes cuz that’s self care right

[thepipsqueakery]

Nevermind. Capy Steve Rogers is gone from this world. His condition worsened and he went into arrest before the vet could even assess him. CPR was started but got us nowhere. It's been a while since I have written a memorial post. Here's Steve's story. In early 2019, some supporters of ours came across a capybara for sale. A roadside petting zoo in Tennessee was looking to get rid of a capybara and giving no reason as to why. Those supporters asked if we could take him, and we started building a zone for a capybara to live comfortably in while they brokered for his release. We learned he was underweight. He had scurvy because the zoo only fed him dog food over the winter. His nails were overgrown, his fur and skin was in rough shape, and he was terribly afraid of humans (probably why the petting zoo wanted him gone). It took us months of crawling on our bellies to pet him because he would only let us approach from below. A heated bathtub. Bribes of fresh fruits, veggies, and cut grasses. And more little gesture to win his heart. But he became a fixture of our house and lives who would get treats and scritches whenever we worked through his area. He adored watching and listening to the rats, chinchillas, and his little cousins, the guinea pigs. I think he was pleased. But I wanted to build him a pond and pasture at the new property we're moving to. I wanted him to meet the two young capys that we've been arranging to accept into a foster placement. Just in case they got along. I wanted to spend more time with him, and I knew he had health issues or he'd hardly be a Pipsqueak, but I thought we'd have longer. https://www.instagram.com/p/CW-PdbMLeVZ/?utm_medium=tumblr

[titsuya]

SAR HI😭😭😭 THIS IS MY REQUEST NOW😭😭😭

I UM😨😨😰😰 UMMMM😨😨😨😨 H-HAVE A CRUSH ON U

im done now but can we matchup with each other also ur rules were making me laugh so much why’re u so funny

OK ANYWAYS im newly 18, submissive & breedable, and looking for hot sexy singles in your area😈😈 not that new its almost been half a year i cant take it

anyways;;; im 18 and go by they/them pronouns:) i’m closer to ENFP but im also INFP,, and i’m a gemini!!

i really like animals and think that i’d be a capybara if i was one <3 #worldslargestrodent

i also really like plants,, anything to do with nature (except moths. and crickets/grasshoppers.) makes me super happy :) i genuinely think that if we all were still cavemen and the environment was able to thrive then life would be better but </3

UMMMM I TRY TO BE REALLY NICE AND KIND BC I’VE HAD PEOPLE BE MEAN TO ME AND IT SUCKS + YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT SOMEONES DEALING WITH UHHH ALSO I REALLY DON’T LIKE BEING MYSELF AROUND PEOPLE BC IT’S EASIER TO FAKE IT AND BE THE KINDA PERSON THEY’D LIKE??? YK???

I TRY BEING HAPPY ALL THE TIME BC FAKE IT TILL YOU MAKE IT AND THAT’S IT I THINK OK SORRY IF THIS WAS GAY ILY AND I’M SORRY

tee wtf my rules arent even funny 😭 ilysm bby hopefully u enjoy this

I MATCH YOU WITH

me (jk)

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

if ur confused, let me explain

you and sakusa are an interesting combination. kind of perfect for each other actually. you bring out his fun side that he’s super afraid to show everyone. mans can’t laugh unless he’s with you. but he always encourages you to be yourself when you’re with him bc he’ll never judge you even though he’s portrayed as the most judgmental person.

YOUR TROPE: opposites attract

you two didn’t really like each other. like at all. not in an enemies way, but like a “he’s so annoying/they’re so annoying” type of way. you guys are partners in your college english class (i guess idk something like that) and you’re kinda forced to talk to each other. you realize he doesn’t actually have a stick up his ass and knows how to laugh and he realizes that you’re not actually an annoying brat and that you are super fucking funny, hot and sexy. then u guys kiss and he finds out ur breedable and submissive THEN you guys eventually fall in looooove <3

YOUR SONG: moonlight — chase atlantic

i hc sakusa to literally have lived his entire childhood under a rock. i feel like ur the person that would give him everything— all the good and fun times. dancing in the rain, late night grocery store runs and dancing in between the aisles, stargazing on the hood of a. car, etc.

moodboard !!!

DRABBLE (bruh this shit is so long sorry)

“bae, guess what?”

he rolls his eyes, looking up from his phone to you, sitting there waiting for you to tell him something.

“i said guess bitch,” you roll your eyes back at him. “before i rip your hair out.”

he chuckles at you, smiling slyly and saying, “yes, tee, what is it?”

you smile widely, “‘m so breedable and submissive, you don’t deserve me,” you sigh, flipping your hair.

he scoffs, shaking his head and rolling his eyes and you laugh, making another joke, “you know if you keep rolling your eyes like that, they’re gonna get stuck back there,” (LMFAOOOOO)

“shut up,” he laughs, flicking your head.

“ow, fuck you! you know what, nevermind, now you definitely don’t deserve me. that’s why you have a piss kink.” you frown, ruffling his hair. “you know how you can make it up to me?”

he furrows his eyebrows, confused, “why would i make it up to you, you just accused me of having a piss kink?” you give him a stern look to say, it wasn’t an accusation. he rolls his eyes once more, saying, “how?”

“tell your breedable and submissive partner that you love them,”

he blushes, furiously, never used to saying the 3 words, yet he sighs and mumbles them anyways, “i love you… there are you happy?”

“hahaha, yeah, you’re such a loser…. but i love you, too, i guess… now go put on the maid outfit.”

[adhdebilitating]

☆ i N t R o ☆

Hi! The name's Rip! I'm a 30 y/o nonbinary individual who's spent a life time suffering with ADHD. Now, at age thirty, with the help of Dialectical Behavioral Therapy, I finally feel like I am on the road to properly managing it so that it doesn't continue to fuck up my life. My ADHD manifests typically in a detrimental lack of executive function, leaving me hard-pressed to do much besides be on my phone. Which I use to sometimes make posts on here! ;)

About this blog. . .

This blog contains memes about ADHD, information, tips and tricks I have found useful, DBT(Dialectical Behavioral Therapy) skills and information about my therapy journey, self anecdotes, venting, etc. It will have cussing and descriptions of living my life as a 30 y/o adult with ADHD. As such, some adult themes may be included from time to time, but never graphic or pornographic.

This blog welcomes all types of folks with ADHD(and those who wish to learn,) however, I will not tolerate bigotry of any kind. I believe ACAB, I believe Black Lives Matter, I believe LGBTQIA folks are entitled to any and all rights, I believe obviously in breaking down stigmas about mental health and neurodivergence. I am also a fierce supporter of disabled folks. I believe in real equality. If these views don't vibe with you, you're probably better off finding another blog.

A Bit About Rip. . .

I am a queer enbie living with my two wonderful partners(I'm the Capybara in the drawing, one of my partners is the bat, the other one is the bunny) in Seattle with our dog Riley and our cat Lars(currently a kitten.) I am climbing slowly out of a funk I have been in since 2015. I have the great privilege of not needing to worry about working at the moment and instead am able to dedicate all my time to DBT therapy and practicing and learning skills. I have anxiety, depression, PTSD from an abusive childhood, ADHD, and am probably somewhere on the spectrum(to be confirmed.) I also have social anxiety that is severe enough that I don't regularly get out of my house(nevermind that there's a pandemic.)

♡♡♡

Steven Universe, LGBTQIA+, gender fuckery, psychology, DBT therapy, animated shows, vibing with an individual and really connecting, all kinds of music, some vidya games, and more

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Math, bigotry and discrimination, cops, stigma, transphobes, racists, homophobes, classists, all that shitty shit

A Bite of History. . .

I was diagnosed at 5 and went to various neurology centers for treatment and study, but I basically forgot anything and everything I learned there(if it was even anything.) I had been medicated most of my life up until around year 21-22 when I made the decision with my own autonomy to stop taking it.

TBC...

[holdmeicant]

A Newsboy and his Bullets (Willy Wonka x OC) | CHAPTER 1

A/N: Finally, some good f*cking motivation. @willymywonkers

PRESENT DAY

Well, here he was for probably the hundredth time like a school kid on his first day. 

    Elmer Stanley watched the gates open, fresh for the mind and work and only welcoming for the sweet-teeth. His honeymoon-like relationship with Willy Wonka’s factory never seemed to fade at all. The excited chatter, the many hurried footsteps, the embroidered ‘Wonka’ on crimson-themed uniforms. All a wild fever dream. 

    If you’ve ever experienced the common Monday disease, workers could sincerely inform you that, here, there was no such thing. It was guaranteed Monday-to-Friday bliss. Although, Elmer admitted, the employees here had a range of personalities, some contradicting the factory’s friendliness. It shouldn’t have mattered, and, well, didn’t. He smirked at his particular talent in being reclusive towards most workers was respectfully convenient. For the best, he thought, should he be fumbling over words, or choosing them wrongly. If he was honest, most workers would hate the thought of being pestered by a man twenty-or-so years younger than themselves. Yes, Elmer hadn’t once come across an employee his age. You couldn’t count Willy Wonka himself, nor his intimidating Vice President, whom Elmer could tell was slightly unhinged just as Mr. Wonka was, though quite good-looking.

    By the time everyone had settled on the other side of those giant, metallic doors, Elmer was at once stopped by the usual scent of hot chocolate licking his lips. A long, thin corridor could not stop the hot air from reaching the gathered crowd at the entrance, who, like Elmer, was granted olfactory pleasure.

    “Good morning, my dear workers,” Mr. Wonka began through loudspeakers; a usual routine. “Please enter. Nevermind those who stayed for both Saturday and Sunday - I hope you all had a wonderful weekend and are well-rested.” (Elmer chuckled at this). “I assume we all know the importance my factory holds in next month’s upcoming event. So, having mentioned that, I suggest that in these three weeks we mustn’t dilly or dally! That’s all from me. Good luck to you all!”

    And that was all from him. For a moment, he could imagine how children’s jaws would drop at the amount of brown mixture they saw in action. How their eyes would bulge tremendously, how their hands would tremble surreptitiously. The heightened commotion of the factory, the bustling workers and their wondrous stresses. 

    And for a moment, Elmer was that child.

    A newsboy. Quite a funny excuse for a job. Almost as though Mr. Wonka had invited him for the sake of his own ego. And no, he was not necessarily mad, merely… envious. Envious at the fact that, even in the slightest sense, every (and he meant every) worker but him was able to smother themselves in the brown or red or pink every second. He ought to ask Mr. Wonka why this was the case; after all, it was a year ago the chocolatier had learned of nearly the extent of Elmer’s talent. 

    But still, a newsboy. Perhaps another exceedingly inviting thing about this job was visiting Mr. Wonka’s office on a daily basis. It was rather long in shape, a sleek wooden black table in its centre. Your feet would be blessed upon walking along a crimson carpet. It was almost like a silent, flash-less red carpet walk every time. And each time Elmer would knock softly at the entrance to hear a soft ‘come in’, well… to say it was the highlight of his day was an understatement. 

   “Handling the press again, are we, Mr. Stanley?” 

    “Joe!”

    Joe Bucket, a man about sixty years-old, was each morning the first person to greet Elmer. He was about as kind as a capybara, and easily one of Wonka’s most hard-working and loyal workers. 

    “Afraid so,” Elmer panted as he watched Joe drop his coat onto the floor. Wonka’d promised this was the only room he’d leave untidy, as well as safe enough to leave all our belongings in. “It’s the usual, sir. Don’t suppose I’m useful for anything else at the moment!”

    “Oh, just you wait, boy.” Joe Bucket cast Elmer a sincere look with his large emu eyes as he pat Elmer’s broad shoulder. “This time ‘round, he’ll be needing five times the workers!”

    Elmer hoped that was the case. It was nearing Easter, which meant the Wonka business was exceptionally busy producing a hundred times more of the cocoa than other sweets. They were to continue the weekend’s work, speedily. Elmer additionally  wondered why in such a fictitiously creative environment was there no requirement to sign a contract, being exposed to such products. But it was left unspoken about. 

    Like always, Elmer was to run the daily errands: papers and any letters to Mr. Wonka, his Vice President, and deliver advertisements for the company ‘round town. It was safe to say that though Mr. Wonka was obviously head of the business, he showed little to no resentment nor annoyance towards Elmer. Again, possibly the age factor. And Elmer absolutely despised small talk, which meant that Mr. Wonka kept it interesting; sometimes humorous.

    “Mr. Wonka?” Elmer placed today’s paper on his boss’ sleek, chestnut desk. Indoors, Mr. Wonka couldn’t care less whether you kept your hat on; he himself rarely was seen without his.

    “Yeah?” the chocolatier answered.

    Elmer peered over, noticing Mr. Wonka’s interest in the particular headline Wonka Business Headed For Further Prosperity As Easter Approaches. Like he didn’t already know! Feeding his own ego, was he?

     “May I ask you a question? A serious question?”

    Mr. Wonka’s eyes didn’t leave the paper. “Hate to break it to you, Mr. Stanley – you just did. Twice, in fact.”

    “Right.” Elmer fiddled with his newsboy cap. Conversing with this man in any form meant you were treading on thin ice with words. “May I ask two more questions?”

    Mr. Wonka looked up from the paper, rosy lips curled to one side. “Go ahead.”

   “Erm, why exactly am I merely the newsboy of the factory? Aren't there jobs which surely require –”

    “Question limit has exceeded,” Mr. Wonka interrupted. Those heart-shaped lips spread to an even wider smile, unmistakably, yet sardonically, tormenting. “Why, because you’re a young man.” 

    Elmer frowned. “But I’m older than you.”

    “By, like, a year, yeah.” 

    “Three years,” corrected Elmer hastily.

   Mr. Wonka jested with such passion. “Hey, by the way, did you pass all required exams to run a candy business at the age of seventeen?” He propped his elbows up on his desk, hands clasped together. Eager to be swaggering.

    “... No, sir.”

    “That’s what I thought.”

     A newsboy nonetheless. Elmer raced through extensive arms of the factory’s wonders after his senseless conversation with Mr. Wonka, continuing the list of his duties. There was a small look at the Nut-Shelling room (which indeed saw its occupants hot-headed with stress), and a newly-developed room dubbed The Unmeltable (where, Elmer expected, a rise in sales for Easter’s warm day would occur). At least, now, the pondering was off his chest. He was left with the inevitable decision of accepting the fact that Mr. Wonka was not offering him any upgraded position as of yet, which still was damaging to a twenty-six year-old presented with explicit processes. Swallow the pill, Elmer, swallow the pill. At least you have a job in Wonka’s factory. 

    It wasn’t long until Elmer, in the midst of sorting mails in his small and largely secluded room, was interrupted by a soft knock on his door. 

    “Yes?” 

    Standing at his door, prim and proper, strangely mystifying, was Wonka’s Vice President. Her coffee curls bobbed over the  clipboard she clutched in her arms. The rectangular spectacles she wore were either too small, or her eyes were too big; nevertheless, this was hidden by the fact that they rested slightly lower on her nose bridge.

    “Miss Fiddle,” he blinked, merely startled. 

    “Figgle,” she corrected kindly. Her smile wasn’t the phony, humorous kind he was used to from Wonka. The corners of her mouth pointed downwards rather than up.

    Elmer gulped. This lady, surely, had no intention of projecting some sort of fear onto her employee. Yet a wave of apprehension ran through his bones.

    “Miss Figgle. Right. Sorry.” Elmer straightened himself and attempted to focus on who would be on the receiving end of his enriching maladroitness. “This must be … important. We’ve - we’ve never actually spoken, one-on-one.”

    “No, indeed, we have not.” The Vice President leaned on the doorway’s rim, slowly rubbing her temple as she tilted her head sideways. She was certainly drained as hell. “Not anyone’s fault. I believe this past year has been quite chaotic.”

    Elmer raised an eyebrow at her lack of intention in cutting to the chase. But after what seemed like a long minute, she removed her spectacles and cast Elmer a somewhat distant look. 

    “You see, you’re going to bear some good news tonight, Mr. Stanley.”

[issantashikibaindr3orndrv3yet]

Danganronpa Kirigiri Sou translation-Part 2

<- Part 1 | Masterpost | Part 3 ->

A transcript of part 2 of juicedup14 playthrough/translation of Kirigiri Sou, which you can watch here.

Again thanks to @drmedicsgamesurgery​ for helping me work on the transcript.

Text in brackets () are my comments and not part of the transcript.

“What an amazing garden……”

I look up at the tree and say.

A. “You can practice tree climbing indoors.”

B. “This tree is…...alive!?”

C. “This tree is…...crying?”

(In this part, he translates the above text differently than from the end of the last part. I’ll consider this text the accurate translation.)

juicedup14 chooses A

“You can practice tree climbing indoors.”

“Let’s look for someone. They should be on the second floor.”

Kirigiri acts naturally and doesn’t even pay attention to my joke, while heading up the stairs.

“Wait. Let me ask you before that, is the person you’re looking for an acquaintance of yours?”

“No.”

I thought she would just say ‘It’s a secret’ again or something, but her answer was quite unexpected.

Even so I can’t understand the situation. There is no doubt about it, Kirigiri came to this mansion not as a coincidence. She had some kind of goal in mind, and came here by her own will.

However she says she doesn’t know the owner of the mansion.

At least, it would be useless to ask if it’s her friend’s house.

If so, what is her goal?

“I’ve heard a lot of rumors about this mansion.”

Kirigiri said suddenly.

“Rumors?”

“When you get lost and enter the mansion-you do not leave. ‘A man eating mansion’ is in the forest is what they say.

“‘A man eating mansion’? Why didn’t you say so before? We’re already lost aren’t we!”

I said it in a way that sounds like I’m blaming her.

“Of course there isn’t such a mansion is there? In terms of logic. Such as a cat with a long torso, or a capybara with a human face, it’s the same as those kinds of urban legends.”

“No, there’s something weird about this mansion! Why isn’t anyone coming out? Oddly there’s no signs of life…...moreover why would somebody be living inside this kind of forest, are you trying to say there’s someone living inside the forest?”

“That’s why we’re going to go see them?”

Kirigiri says, regaining her composure.

I don’t know what to think, I’m thinking about way too much. Nevermind about the mansion, what kind of person is Kirigiri Kyouko? She keeps becoming more and more elusive.

“Hey, tell me already. What are-”

At that time, from out of nowhere a telephone ring was heard.

“Whoa! There’s a phone somewhere.”

I run to where the noise is coming from.

However that was where the noise was coming from-from the garden bed.

I timidly get closer and closer to the large tree, it seems like the noise of the telephone was coming from inside the tree.

“What is this…...what’s the meaning of this?”

I try to find where the origin of the phone was coming from, I went around the tree once.

However there is nowhere to find a telephone.

A. “I see, this is mys-tree-ous.”

B. “What a long cord…...where’s the part where I speak into?”

C. “Sometimes trees grow and absorb things that are connected to it.”

juicedup14 chooses C

“Sometimes trees and absorb things that are connected to it.”

I try to show her my knowledge, and say something that I’ve heard from TV. Sometimes things that are left by trees like bikes get absorbed into the trunk, and sometimes after many years later they move all the way to the top.

“Basically a telephone was left by this tree sometime, and the tree grew and absorbed it inside itself.”

Kirigiri says that, impressed.

“That’s right, my dear Watson.”

“Well then can you pick up the phone, Sherlock?”

Kirigiri points to the bell noise towards the tree.

She’s…...not ‘Sherlock Holmes’ she is more like “Ichi Yumi/Hito Yasumin

(juicedup14 didn’t translate this last part, so drmedicsgamesurgery​ tried to translated what the text says. They don’t know what the name is suppose to say, but they gave their best guess.)

And just like that the ringing stops.

We give up on the phone, with nothing else to do we go away from the garden bed.

And then-

Clatter…...clatter…...

Somewhere far away, we can hear the clatter of metal being moved around.

Clatter…...clatter……

What is it this time?

Is something moving?

Me and Kirigiri look at each other, and close our mouths, and try to listen.

Clatter…...clatter……

I get close to the door by the stairs, and try to listen.

-It’s quiet. I tried turning the door knob but it’s locked, I can’t open it. It’s not here.

From the entrance I go to the right-handed door.

Clatter…...clatter……

Right here!

There’s something on the other side.

While trying to be as quiet as possible Kirigiri gets close to the door.

And grabs the knob, and forcefully opens the door.

And it looked like a reception room. By the fireplace a sofa was lying there, on the walls there were bookshelves lining them.

There were no other lights inside the room, except for the redness of the fireplace, there was some sort of silhouette on the sofa.

The silhouette looked like a person.

-Someone is sitting on the sofa.

They haven’t noticed that we’re here.

“Um……”

Out of nowhere I tried to talk to him.

However the figure did not turn around, they stayed looking at the fireplace.

Kirigiri goes around the sofa, and looks at the person sitting down.

Letting out a sigh, she lowers her shoulders.

“This, is just an armor.”

Armor!?

I go in front of the sofa to make sure.

Just as Kirigiri says, there is a western-styled full body armor sitting down.

One whole piece of metal armor, sitting in a person-like shape.

“Was the metal sound that we heard just now……”

The movement of the armor?

Could there be-someone in the armor?

A. Being curious, I look inside the helmet.

B. I feel danger. And I try not to get close.

juicedup14 chooses A

There is a deep darkness inside the other side of the slits. It doesn’t look like there could be someone in there.

Feeling a bit more calm, without thinking about it I take off the mask.

And jumping out from the front face mask, all of a sudden green leaves start spreading out. Almost like it’s spitting out leaves as it’s blood, and thinking of that I gasp.

It seems the leaves were squished inside the armor, and jumped out when it opened.

“What the hell is this, it’s so weird……”

“Looks like they’re growing plants inside the armor.”

“An armor styled plant?”

No matter the case you can’t call it a good hobby.

Even if the inside is a plant, why did it sound like the armor was moving?

I curiously look at the armor up and down. However Kirigiri is more interested in the fireplace.

“Looks like something’s being burnt.”

Kirigiri takes the metal rod by the fireplace, and starts searching inside of the chimney. There are red and black ambers, of something inside that was being burnt.

It look like a large fire was spreading from cut pieces of cloth.

It is in very colorful pattern. It looks like fashion clothes, looks like there’s only one part so I can’t tell the size.

There was also, a melted piece of plastic that turned completely black like cards, or burnt pieces of paper……

She was squatting in front of the fire, and takes it with her hand.

“Looks like there’s a lot of clothes being burnt here. Some sort of cards. By looking at the letters on the card, looks like some sort of identification. Looks like either two, or three peoples worth of clothes are being burnt.”

“What, what is this? Why are they burning that?”

“Who knows? I don’t really want to think about it too much.”

While saying that, she picks up a piece a paper from the fire.

It looks like some sort of note with something with something written on the edge.

‘Help me.’

That’s what was written.

“Hey…...What’s happening in this mansion?”

“-Who knows?”

Without giving much thought to her response, she puts the piece of paper in her pocket and leaves.

“Do you really not know anything?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t lie. You wanted to come to this mansion in the first place didn’t you? What was your goal? What are you hiding?”

“I’m not hiding anything?”

Kirigiri says so with a sharp gaze.

It seems we’ve open more distance between us now.

“Indeed I did want to come to this mansion in the first place, that’s the truth. However, I don’t know the details. I simply came to my appointed place by taxi. However there was nothing there, and when I was looking around, that’s when I ran into you. That’s all.”

“You were ‘appointed’......does that mean someone told you to come here?”

“That’s right.”

“Who was that?”

“Who knows?”

“Hey, tell me the truth.”

“I don’t know either. The client didn’t say their name. However, I think I know who it is…...”

“The owner of the mansion?”

“Who knows. However, I’ll tell you this much. This is my first time coming to this mansion, I’m at the same point as you, not knowing what’s happening in this mansion.”

“I see…...sorry for suspecting you.”

“You don’t need to worry about it. More importantly but it seems this situation is much more serious than I have thought. We shouldn’t waste any time.”

She points to the fireplace. What do those burnt clothes and identification cards mean?

“Let’s find the owner of the mansion and ask them. If we do that that’ll make everything clear.”

I determinedly say so.

“If we can even talk to them.”

“What do you mean?”

“They might be a maniac serial killer.”

“......Huh?”

“Only maybe.”

With no expression, Kirigiri shakes her head from side to side.

That might be. In this ominous mansion, I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s a serial killer hiding here. The owner still hasn’t shown themselves, and thinking about what’s being burnt in the fireplace, I’ve come to a realization.

“Before finding the owner, let’s look around for evidence. The more we can get the better.”

That’s what Kirigiri said, she doesn’t go to the door leading to the entrance hall, she goes to the door on the back leading to somewhere else.

When we open, it looked like some sort of dining room. There is a white cloth laying over a long table. On the middle of the table there is a three trident candle holder. I’ve never seen something like this other than in movies or dramas.

Looking closely the cloth is a bit in shambles, you couldn’t really call it hygienic. And there are red and black spots all over.

It’s almost like…...stains of blood.

In order to look closely I get close to the table.

However as soon as I went by the windows, I feel like I saw something in the corner of my eye, and I stop.

It feels like someone’s watching me from the outside……

However not just something, but lots of things.

I immediately try to open the window, and look outside.

-There’s no one there.

There are iron bars from the outside of the window, I couldn't look more farther than that. However when I try to strain my eyes to the darkness, I see a garden bed, I feel like there’s an oddly shaped plant growing there. The leaves look like they’re forming a swirling sort of pattern, and the vines are stretching.

Looking closely, looks like something is dropped there.

Skulls!?

On the flower bed, there is a large pile of innumerable skulls.

I let out a short yelp, and I get taken aback.

Kirigiri notices my reaction, and looks outside the window.

However at that moment, a strong wind blew, and plant leaves cover up the sight.

“There, was…...a whole bunch of skulls there just now……”

I desperately try to sway her, but when Kirigiri looked she simply tilted her neck.

A. “This mansion is cursed! We need to get out of here as fast as possible!”

B. “This is a murder case. We need to call the police right away!”

C. “Might be my imagination. Let’s keep looking around.”

juicedup14 chooses C

“Maybe it was my imagination. Let’s keep looking around.”

“Look, there is a red pool over there.”

Kirigiri points to the floor. There are red dots, leading to the door in the back.

What is on the other side of that door?

I’m frightened to even think about it.

Even Kirigiri seemed to have a bit of a frown heading to the door, her feet seemed a bit heavy.

However without hesitation she opens the door.

It looks like there’s a kitchen.

You can hear the sound of dripping water from the sink, it was unexpectedly loud.

It was practically dark and I couldn’t see anything, Kirigiri takes out her penlight.

And then…...we saw stains of red and black liquid on the floor, looking like they’ve been dragged on the floor.

It seems like they’re dry, and there is a rotten stench in the area.

Me and Kirigiri, both cover our noises.

“Geez…...it’s not up to code……”

I was barely able to talk. The person might hear me, and from fear, I made my voice quieter.

“Looks like there’s a fridge on the back there.”

“Oh……”

“Let’s open it.”

“Huh?”

Kirigiri walking through the frightening kitchen I hurry and try to stop her.

“Stop it, it’s enough.”

“If there is something happening here, we need to confirm it.”

“Confirm what……?”

“The tragedy you see before you.”

Kirigiri stands in front of the fridge.

How can she be so calm?

It’s not at the level of courage or calmness.

It seems like-she’s used it it. This sort of situation is normal in her daily life, there’s no way anyone else would be able to not have any expression.

And being used to this kind of situation, what kind of life does she lead? It’s frightening to think about…...I don’t think I’ll be able to stay so calm.

Finally Kirigiri puts her gloved hands on the hinge, and opens it.

Don’t open it, don’t open it……

That’s what my heart keeps telling me.

However without being able to plead, she ends up opening it.

Inside of the fridge, the light of the fridge turns Kirigiri’s face blue. That expression just as always didn’t change whatsoever……

“There’s nothing here.”

That’s what she said.

I don’t know why but it sounds like she’s disappointed.

I make sure as well, but the inside of the fridge was indeed empty, there weren’t any vegetables or beverages inside.

It was anti climatic. But that’s fine. My heart is settled now.

“I knew it this mansion isn’t normal. Let’s leave for now, and find a place where we can get cellphone signal.”

I suggest that, and Kirigiri did not argue.

We return to the entrance hall.

As if being chased by the sound of the grandfather clock, we stand in front of the door. I immediately grab the knob.

However the knob just turns, the door does not open.

“What is this?”

I try hitting the door, and turning the knob forcefully, I tried many things, but it just did not open.

I give up on the door, and try opening the window. However on the outside there is iron bars, and it seems like we can’t leave.

By the looks of it, looks like all the windows have iron bars.

“Looks like we’re locked in……”

I say so with a surprise voice.

Kirigiri tries opening the door as well, but she gives up and lets out a sigh, and leaves.

“Looks like they are right calling it a ‘man eating mansion’.”

“We’re gonna get eaten by this mansion? Stop kidding around! How could this happen? Just what’s happening here?”

“Calm down.”

“What do you mean calm down?”

Thinking about it, ever since I met Kirigiri only weird things have been happening.

It’s almost like it’s all her fault…...no doubt about it she is the cause of all this.

No, could it be that she is the one who’s drawing me here?

No it couldn’t be……

“You look like you’re in despair.”

Kirigiri says so with her arms crossed.

I try to search for the truth in her expression but looks like that’s impossible. Her expression is almost like she is frozen stiff.

Is she the enemy?

Or could it be……

“You might be misunderstanding, but it’s not a despairful situation just yet. We haven’t even searched the second floor, and we haven’t seen the owner of the mansion yet.”

“You said they might be a serial killer didn’t you?”

“I would welcome that if that’s the case.”

“You would welcome that?”

“I’ve seen many serial killers up to now. They all behave exactly the same. I already know exactly how they act, I also know how to deal with them as well. They are more easier to handle than my classmates.”

“What…...what are you talking about? Just……who are you?”

“That’s a secret as well is what I want to say, but it looks like I can’t keep saying that can I? I am-”

Kirigiri as if organizing her gloves, grabs the wrist part and moves it side to side while saying.

“-I am a detective.”

“Detective……?”

“That’s right. An ally to the truth.”

She says that, while going up to the stairs to the second floor.

“Are you going by yourself?”

“I’m going to explore the second floor. You can go ahead and stay there.”

While going up the stairs her skirt sways from side to side, and soon her figure fades away.

…...A detective she says?

A detective who could solve impossible cases, those kinds of people. How could that small-bodied girl be fit to be a detective?

A. Can I let her go? It’s what I ask myself.

B. She might be fine by herself. Is what I tell myself.

juicedup14 chooses A

Is it fine to just let her go? Is what I ask myself.

Do I have any reason to oppose her? Does she have any reason to go against me?

I don’t have any reason. Actually I want to get out of this mansion as fast as possible. I need to think about a way to runaway.

Even so…...looking at her going up the stairs by herself, I feel like I have to go as well. It seems like her intense calmness has rubbed off on me.

Either way, I don’t know any way of escaping this mansion. Even so, this isn’t something I should leave to someone else. I have to do it.

I go after Kirigiri, and go up the stairs.

They’re awfully creaky stairs. There were thirteen steps. They’re well built. I feel like I’m going up to my own execution, and I reach the second floor.

As I go around the corner, I see a door on the far side and I see a figure of a person go in there all of a sudden. I couldn’t see them very well, but from the shadow of the door it seems like it’s someone with long flowing hair, it could have been Kirigiri.

I try going after her, and stand in front of the door.

I put my hand on the door and then-

Something grabs my shoulder.

“Uah.”

I jump.

And I turn around, that’s where Kirigiri was standing.

“Huh? Hun?”

“You couldn’t be a good boy and stay down there?”

“You…...weren’t you just over there?”

“No. I came out from a different room.”

“Well then, the person who went in here……”

“Someone from this mansion right.”

Looks like we caught them.

“I didn’t see them very well, but it looked like a girl with long hair.”

“Even if the opponent is a woman you mustn’t let your guard down. It would be best if you stayed behind me.”

She pushes me aside, and stands in front of the door.

And opens it.