#Yen gibberish

[yenpondering]

sucks to be in your twenties and feeling like you’re falling behind everyone and like you’re inadequate and inferior in a way for not being able to do things yourself

#Yen gibberish #personal vent

[echo-bleu]

Okay but. Geralt with auditory processing issues.

The mutations wreck havok on the senses. Sure, they make his hearing range incredible, but they don’t help with the processing, and he’s constantly hearing everything at once. It’s worse for Geralt than the other witchers because he’s had the Grasses twice. (Or because he’s autistic, duh.)

It’s half the reason he communicates so much with grunts, because most of the time he’s only got half of what the other person said and he just lets them interpret his grunts however they want.

And sure, he’s heard Jaskier sing so many times in taverns and courts and his songs are catchy enough, but he’s never actually managed to catch the lyrics. It’s just all gibberish to him. As soon as there’s the lute, and noise, and they’re in a city or a town so there’s people around, he just doesn’t understand any of it. It doesn’t make his “fillingless pie” comment any less insensitive, but it does give it some context.

Every winter the other witchers will make comments about the songs they’ve heard on the Path, about this or that adventure, and Geralt is just like. That. That’s what the song was about. Oh. Eskel isn’t great at auditory processing either but he’ll ask the bards to play over and over until he’s got most of it, and since they’re songs about witchers, the bards usually comply. It’s nice to hear good news of his brother. Then he’ll tease Geralt mercilessly all winter about it. That’s the only reason Geralt even knows so much of what Jaskier sings.

However, he likes hearing snatches of song while Jaskier’s composing, when they’re camping out in the open or in a forest and there isn’t too much noise around. Then he can actually understand the words, sometimes.

He’s very, very good at pretending he can hear just fine, and he’s been doing for so long, but he does feel a little guilty about making Jaskier think he doesn’t like his music. He just doesn’t know how to explain, doesn’t think Jaskier could get it, because no one ever has. Then while they’re all in Kaer Morhen after the mess with Voleth Meir, the other witchers start asking Jaskier to sing, even though he doesn’t have a lute. They’re all completely quiet during his performances, and every time Ciri or Yen or anyone makes a noise and they miss a line, Eskel will ask Jaskier to start over. (Eskel isn’t dead, obviously.)

And one day Geralt finds Jaskier hunched over a desk, with a pile of parchment beside him and his notebook open in front of him, frantically copying something.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“I’m making copies of my songs,” Jaskier answers. “I’ve actually published the whole songbook in Oxenfurt, you know, but we can’t get it here, and Eskel said that having the lyrics would help, so I’m trying to make enough for everyone.”

Geralt’s mind is boggled because yes, having the lyrics written down would help immensely but he would never have thought to ask, let alone that Jaskier might actually be willing to write them down for him, and what’s that about a songbook? He almost just grunts and leaves him to it, but he remembers that he promised himself to at least try to communicate better with Jaskier after the mountain, so he asks in a very small voice, “Can I have one?”

And Jaskier’s jaw hangs slack for a moment before he coughs and hands him a stack of parchment. “I wasn’t sure you’d want it,” he mutters almost to himself.

“I always want to know what you’re singing,” Geralt says.

Jaskier’s eyes are wide and shining when he hugs Geralt, and his voice cracks a little. “I wish I’d realized sooner that you couldn’t hear it.”

That night he sings his entire song cycle a capella in front of the fire, his eyes boring into Geralt the entire time, as Geralt follows the lyrics along for the first time.

And Jaskier’s songs are really fucking good, actually. Geralt is hardly an expert, but he can see the way he bends and stretches language to make it flow and how he weaves the stories together and he can feel the love in how Jaskier sings about him, about them, and---

Is that what he’s been missing this whole time?

Brought to you by: the long-ass time it took me to get into The Amazing Devil’s wonderful music because I couldn’t fucking hear the words until I sat down and listened to every song while following along with the written lyrics.

#the witcher #jaskier #geralt of rivia #geraskier #echo's fanfiction #sort of

[wintergojo]

dkahkdhakdha imagine dadgojo and his little dumpling on the hunt/search of chocolate eggs scattered and hidden around the house while wearing little bunny ears and carrying a little basket! the entire scene being so adorable and funny kdjhakdhakd. Gojo tried to eat one but the little one scolded him because they can't eat until they find them all. gojo helping him reach the ones hidden on high places while S/o is enjoying the view and snaping pics of this wholesome moment :')

anon this was such a cute idea ( ๑>ᴗ<๑ ) tho i’m really really really sorry it took me so long to respond and it’s not even easter month anymore 😭😭😭

"yuweka!!"

your toddler's squeals echoed throughout your down floor bathroom as he found the sixth easter egg you and your husband had hidden around the house. you capture the moment with your phone, smiling tenderly at how your baby adorably mispronounces 'eureka' every time he spots a small oval-shaped object.

"dada, lookie!" your son effortlessly raises his light blue basket full of the medium-sized chocolate eggs he had already found. the said eggs made by you and satoru after tucking seishiro into sleep last night had a tempered chocolate as the outermost layer, a lemon drizzle flavored sponge cake as the inner layer, and a raspberry filling as the innermost layer. the whole egg was homemade and made with buckets of his parents’ love, except for its wrapper which was a variety of colorful patterned beeswax paper that you ordered from amazon japan (satoru refused to use colored aluminum foils as they weren't reusable).

the father, wearing his white and blue bunny ears, beams at his son before praising him for his efforts, "great job, dumpling! i wonder where the rest are? hmmm." the older man then comically looks up in contemplation as he holds his chin with his thumb and index finger.

seishiro lets out a giggle before toddling excitedly out of the bathroom, his cerulean eyes immediately scanning his surroundings like a predator hunting for a prey (in his case chocolate eggs).

it's cute. how your baby tries his very best to appear intimidating as he whips his head back and forth. yet with him holding that little basket you yourself crotched while wearing those white and purple fluffy bunny ears that match his hair, he just looks like a tiny kitten searching for a carrot.

your little boy was so excited for his second easter egg hunting that he managed to wake up fifteen minutes before seven a.m., throwing you and satoru off when he suddenly appeared screaming "eggies!!" while you were still setting up for his egg hunt. (you had to convince him to eat his breakfast first as your husband continued hiding the eggs.)

seishiro makes his way back to the living room, carefully climbing the marbled stairs with his short chubby legs while singing some gibberish cartoon theme and holding his father's hand. he lets go of the taller man's hand and runs straight towards the balcony as soon as he steps on the last case, tiptoeing to pull the glass door's lock down and sliding it to the right with his brute strength.

as the child snickers and runs outside, you and your husband look at each other with your mouths agape. you’re quite sure you were both thinking about the same thing. 'since when could our baby do that?' and 'do we have to toddler-proof the balcony?’

your balcony is a wide, L-shaped deck with 20-inch-tall glass balustrades on the edges covered with bushes of hydrangea and an L-shaped white outdoor couch positioned on the intersection. in front of the sofa was a matching 1.5-million-yen white boca de lobo lapiaz oval center table containing the hidden chocolate egg you hid with satoru earlier.

adjacent to the couch and to the side of the wall was a small infinity pool where the three of you occasionally swim, and an outdoor rattan lying bed your family rests in after a fun pool day.

you watch your baby whip his head all around his surroundings, platinum eyebrows adorably scrunched up as he walks towards the shrubs and crouches down to inspect them. you and satoru keep your distance from him, but still heavily on guard in case the toddler suddenly loses his balance and falls face down (you know the glass railings are more than sturdy and won’t shatter if that happens, but you’re both highly paranoid and unreasonable when it comes to seishiro’s safety).

“aw yew hiw, eggies?” you hear the toddler murmur while combing through the bushes, before he gets momentarily distracted by the fully bloomed pink hydrangea that came into his view.

your baby seemed to be deep in thought as he inspected the flower carefully, even putting his basket down at his side and muttering something to himself quietly. satoru asked his dumpling if he found hydrangea pretty, but seishiro was too immersed in touching the pink flower to even hear his father.

the toddler finally nods with resolution before using his two little hands to pluck the blossom and place it alongside his easter eggs. he looks at the both of you afterwards, standing up (but not before kissing the plant and apologizing to it) and running towards you while carrying his little basket.

your baby stands in front of you shyly, fiddling with the coral flower resting on the eggs as if he's hesitant to say something.

and you absolutely can't have that—seishiro thinking that he should not (or could not) voice out his concerns to his parents is a no-no.

so you and satoru automatically crouch down to his eye level, the white-haired sorcerer even lifting the child up to sit on his thigh.

"what's wrong, dumpling? hmm?" your husband asks while attempting to make eye contact with the boy. you, on the other hand, card your hand through your child’s locks on his forehead to keep his silky hair from blocking his eyes.

seishiro just snickers and sticks his tongue out at his father (who exaggeratingly gasped), before turning to you and meekly offering you the fully bloomed pink hydrangea. "pwetty fyowew fow pwetty mama!" he cheerfully declares as he stands up and presses a wet kiss full of adoration from his little heart on your cheek.

"ow ow ow ow dumpling, dada's hair! dada's hair!!"

your husband's dramatic cries were overpowered by your toddler's angelic laugh as he sat on his father's nape, pulling the older man's thick platinum hair to control wherever he wanted to go.

you continue taking pictures of their moment, zooming in fondly at your phone to look at the perfectly candid photograph of your baby boy gripping his father's hair with his eyes scrunched closed and mouth formed into a wide smile. said father below him had the same expression, although his face was contorted into something that looked awfully akin to pain (maybe he wasn't being dramatic after all).

seishiro is now on his second to the last egg, scouting the top of the kitchen shelves after finding three hidden at the top of his playroom cabinets. he probably got tired asking his older carbon copy "dada, can you wift seishi?" every time he thinks he spots something small oval-shaped object, so he asked to just sit on the back of his father's head the moment the three of you left the room.

“sowwy, dada.” the boy rubs satoru’s head with his chubby little hands and presses his lips onto the thick tufts of white hair. he then gives the chocolate egg he grabbed from one of the cupboards to his father who was currently holding the now tiny basket in his left hand.

just when your baby was about to go back to pulling his father's hair to maneuver out of the kitchen and look for the last egg, the sound of paper rustling immediately reached his ears. he looked down and saw his own father unwrapping the egg the boy had just given.

satoru was about to put the treat in his mouth when a pair of small soft hands suddenly covered his open mouth and a cheeky giggle was released, prompting your husband to look up and attempt to speak through a muffled voice.

“dada… can’t eat seishi’s eggies… untiw we find… ow eggies!” your baby eloquently says, astonishing both you and your husband (most especially your husband, who didn’t even notice that seishiro had already grabbed the treat from his fingers and handed it to you instead).

satoru then suddenly lifts seishiro off his nape and sits him on the countertop while you slowly walk towards them.

"since when could you speak so well, huh, dumpling? since when?" your husband starts attacking the boy with neck kisses, making seishiro laugh and squirm around while struggling to answer his father. you join in satoru’s kiss assault, blowing raspberry on your toddler's belly and wish for your precious baby to never grow up.

happy super late easter!!(?) hehe

navi

#{ ❆ } ; prints #{ ❧ } ; noni mousse #i'm not fully satisfied with this but… i did my best #wow why am i nervous to post this #gojo satoru #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru imagines #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #dad gojo #yaz he's back #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojou #satoru gojo #gojou satoru x reader #gojou satoru x you #gojou fluff #gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo #gojo drabbles #gojo fluff #gojo imagine #gojo imagines #gojo saturo #gojou #gojou satoru #gojou saturo

[twilightmalachite]

MIRAGE - The Most Beautiful Mirror in the World 3

Author: Akira

Characters: Yuuta, Shinobu

Translator: Mika Enstars

Proofers: Bella & feesh

"And it’s not just intel, by the way! I also collect as much 2wink merch as humanly possible! My wallet’s running dry because of that—Ah, unless it’s creepy to collect your friend’s merch like that…?"

Season: Winter

Location: Cafe

At the downtown cafe, shortly after Sengoku Shinobu witnessed “Aoi Byakuya”…

Shinobu: I see~…

So basically you’re planning on using a substitution technique, de gozaru?

Yuuta: I’d like it if you didn’t use ninja terms for everything…

Shinobu: That’s just the kind of character I am!

Yuuta: Right, that character of yours is important, isn’t it…

Anyway, we wanna do something, or rather, I wanna do something to get back at that producer for disrespecting 2wink.

Shinobu: By producer, do you mean the one for Volcano Island?

Yuuta: Ah, you know him too, Shinobu-kun? Well, he is famous, I guess…

Shinobu: Not really, it’s more like I just keep up with the programs you appear on, Yuuta-kun.

Yuuta: But in the eyes of the public, didn’t Volcano Island only star “the big brother, Hinata”?

Shinobu: That may be true, however… I happened to hear that you were disputing whether you or Hinata-kun would perform up until the very end, so I tuned in just in case!

Yuuta: Ooh, as expected of a ninja! You know everything!

Shinobu: Heheh. Although I’m still inexperienced compared to Yuuki-dono and the others de gozaru, I always keep my antenna up to gather information about the things I like!

And it’s not just intel, by the way! I also collect as much 2wink merch as humanly possible! My wallet’s running dry because of that—

Ah, unless it’s creepy to collect your friend’s merch like that…?

Yuuta: Waiter! Get this guy the most expensive drink that you have!

Shinobu: But— But I just told you I’m short on money, de gozaru! I don’t have a single yen to my name after buying that manga I liked!

Yuuta: Don’t sweat it—it’s on me. What you said made me happy.

Shinobu: Ermm~, I don’t like the idea of taking money from my friends, though. It feels like I’m robbing them…

Yuuta: Is that how it is? I’ve never had a real friend before, so I guess I don’t really get how this stuff works…?

…But anyways, that’s the reason I made up that character named “Byakuya Aoi”. To get back at the producer.

Shinobu: I still have no idea what “that reason” is, though. In all honesty, what’s the point of all this foolery?

Yuuta: Ummm~, it’s hard to explain… Even Aniki looked at me like I was speaking gibberish at first.

I thought it was a good idea, but nobody seems to get it.

It’s rare for me to actually act on my own ideas, so I’m pretty weak in this area, y’know? So I kinda fall flat at times like this…

Shinobu: I’ve indeed heard something about you searching for grapes and nearly dying…[1]

Yuuta: Yeah. …Lemme try to make this easier for you to understand.

As far as I’m concerned, this producer’s a total pain in the ass.

Shinobu: And this is because they made a misguided decision that only one of you two could perform, despite 2wink’s selling point being twins?

Yuuta: Yeah, that’s right. I mean, they must be idiots, right? Even now I still don’t understand why. It’s irritating.

Shinobu: But if you look on the bright side, these are appearance slots from a famous music program that everyone is scrambling to get.

For even just one of you two to be invited… I think it was quite the privilege de gozaru, to say the least.

Besides, it’s not like they meant to harass you two, right?

Yuuta: It doesn’t matter if they meant to or not: if you hurt someone, you hurt someone.

That’s why I’m gonna hurt that producer as much as he hurt me.

Problem is, he’s not an easy opponent to bite back at.

That guy’s a famous producer, and he has connections with top figures in the industry, apparently. If it’s too bold of an attack, we risk losing our workflow.

That’s why I’m going for a relatively more cautious approach.

If we perform on Volcano Island, then we’re eventually going to meet with that producer, right?

Even if it’s an impromptu performance with no formal appointment, there should be opportunities for him to meet us face-to-face.

Shinobu: Yeah, as long as you’re not at Yumenosaki, going onstage out of nowhere is almost unheard of… What makes sense at Yumenosaki makes none in the real world.

Yuuta: Yup. That much has become clear to me in the last year.

Like, when it comes to setting up the stage, you don’t do it by yourself. Honestly, our experiences at Yumenosaki reaaally can get in the way, can’t they?

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A reference to Fruitful OCTOBER. After seeing an advert in a magazine about a vineyard whose grape juice that can make one fall in love with you, Yuuta decides to give it a try in hopes to get others to fall in love with 2wink more, and travel there with Adonis, Kaoru, and Kohaku, but they get lost on the way to the vineyard, accidentally enter a dangerous area, and Yuuta nearly falls off a dangerous cliff.

#yuta aoi #shinobu sengoku #mirage #translation #scout

[allyouknowisalie]

One time [Hsueh Feng] saw Ching Ch’ing. Ch’ing asked him, “Where have you just come from?” Hsueh said, “I come from the East.” Ch’ing said, “And did you cross the little (Ts’ao) river?” Hsueh said, “The great ship sails alone through the sky; there are no little rivers to cross.” Ch’ing said, “Birds cannot fly across mirror lake and picture mountain; have you not merely overheard another’s remark?” Hsueh said, “Even the sea fears the power of a warship; sails flying through the sky, it crosses the five lakes.” Ch’ing raised his whisk and said, “What about this?” Hsueh said, “What is this?” Ch’ing said, “After all, you don’t know.” Hsueh said, “Appearing, disappearing, rolling up and rolling out, I act the same as you, Teacher.” Ch’ing said, “Casting auguring sticks, you listen to the empty sound; fast asleep, you are full of gibberish.” Hsueh said, “When a marsh is wide, it can contain a mountain; a cat can subdue a leopard.” Ch’ing said, “I forgive your crime and pardon your error; you better leave quickly.” Hsueh said, “If I leave, I lose.” Then he went out; when he got to the Dharma Hall, he said to himself, “Big man, the case is not yet finished; how then can you quit?” Then he turned around and went into the abbot’s room. As Ching Ch’ing sat there, Hsueh asked, “I have just now offered my ignorant view and insulted your venerable countenance; humbly favored by the Teacher’s compassion, I have not yet been given punishment for my crime.” Ching Ch’ing said, “Just awhile ago you said you came from the East: did you not come from Ts’ui Yen?” Hsueh said, “Hsueh Tou actually lies east of Pao Kai.” Ching Ch’ing said, “If you don’t chase the lost sheep, crazy interpretations cease. Instead you come here and recite poems.” Hsueh said, “When you meet a swordsman on the road, you should show your sword; do not offer poetry to one who is not a poet.” Ch’ing said, “Put the poetry away right now and try to use your sword a little.” Hsueh said, “A decapitated man carried the sword away.” Ch’ing said, “You not only violate the method of the teaching; you also show your own fat-headedness.” Hsueh said, “Unless I violate the method of the teaching, how could I awaken to the mind of an Ancient Buddha?” Ch’ing said, “What do you call the mind of an Ancient Buddha?” Hsueh said, “Again you grant your allowance; now what do you have, Teacher?” Ch’ing said, “This patchrobed one from the East cannot distinguish beans from wheat. I have only heard of ending without finishing; how can you finish by forcing an end?” Hsueh said, “The immense billows rise a thousand fathoms; the clear waves are not other than water.” Ch’ing said, “When one phrase cuts off the flow, myriad impulses cease.” Hsueh thereupon bowed. Ch’ing tapped him three times with his whisk and said, “Exceptional indeed. Now sit and have tea.”

From Yuanwu’s commentary to Case 38 in the Blue Cliff Record

#txt #Yuanwu #Hsueh Fen #Ching Ch’ing #zen

[sunnypokegrapher22]

a lost star

this is a story about a charater of mine. she was created by a villian fection in order to fight again the heroic harmony knights. she eventually created the ailies of Amaya yu in a temp to break the knights apart but she unknowingly became friends with the knights and started to enjoy the life of Amaya yu. 

this lead to a confliction of loyalities between her kingdom and those she wish she could call friends. 

this may not be the best written thing on here but i hope you enjoy~

“Why do I feel like this?” was what the dark hair girl thought gazing up at the stars, her hand grasping the railing of the balcony tightly “I shouldn’t feel this way I can’t feel this way!” the girl grumbled her grip getting tighter. 

The wind blew a strand of hair in her face the girl raised her hand to push it back the girl paused her gaze shifting downward” I why do I care about some so meaningless?. get yourself together Ama-” the girl grunted and shook her head “I need to pull myself together!” she huffed before turning her gaze to the stars trying to find comfort. 

“I was created to use my kingdom powers against our enemies, I have no name, I have no interest, I have no companions ……I only live for the greatness of my liege and kingdom for as long as I’m needed. that is who I am that, is what I am…..”

The warrior repeated her contras a few times but her features didn’t look confident her gaze stayed transfixed on the stars. she sighed her features still troubled when a soft buzzing rang through the air the girl sighed a second time before she reach into her cloak pocket.

Pulling a smartphone out of it the girl spares a look around her before she opens up her texting app. 

“Ama chan !!!!” Ama CHAN! “ 

“AMA CHAN!!”

The girl huffed before texting.

“What is it lane san?”

“ AMA CHAN! I was wondering if you would like to hang out tomorrow! Are you free!”

“I am but why are texting at this hour ? wouldn‘t asking me in the morning be a more convenient time?” the girl texted sparing another glance around her while waiting for a reply. 

“I have an interview first thing in the morning and I wouldn’t have time to text you and then I might forget so I decided to text ama chan as soon as I remember! So do you want to hang out !”

Ama couldn’t help a small smile blooming on her face before replying 

“ you should be sleeping at this hour but I will indeed spend time with you tomorrow if you want “

   “Yes! An afternoon out with ama chan!”

Ama couldn't help a small giggle 

“Shall we meet at the usual spot?”

“YEAH the three of us will be there at 12!” ama eyebrow quirked 

“The others will be joining us?” she texted 

“Yip it our free afternoon and we all wanted to make the most of our time!”

“.... I just told you about that just now didn’t i “  ama giggled 

“Indeed “

“Ahhh sorry for not telling you right away ama chan! I know you have your social limit! You don’t have to come if it is too much for you!”

Ama's lip curl up in an unprompted smile 

“It’s alright. I stall still meet the three of you at the fountain then? “

“Really? YES!” 

“It gonna be awesome! I can’t wait until tomorrow!”

“ It is exciting, isn’t it. But I believe you should retire to bed now after all you have an early morning and I do believe that Akimoto san will not be pleased if you’re sluggish correct?”

“I know but I’m not tired Yet! Let's just keep talking! until we fall asleep!”

“We can talk more tomorrow alright?” 

“What about one more houkghjgfdgdssrgr” Ama's eyebrows raised at the gibberish

“Lane san are you alright ?”

“This is Akimoto.  We currently are wrapping Farrah up in a blanket burrito to make sure she sleeps”

Ama giggled once more  

“I see then I believe I shall you tomorrow then?”

“ you realized that there will be four people there right? Did Farrah forget to mention that ?”

“I’m aware of the number of people who will be joining but  my mind has not changed.” 

“Really?! I mean yeah see you tomorrow! Great now I owed Jin 50000 yen “

A smile bloomed on ama face 

“Akimoto do you realize what you just type?”

“.... I did not mean to write that …. pretend you didn’t see that and I’ll buy you your favourite lunch”

“Very well” ama replied quickly giving in to the temptation of a free meal 

“Thank Yu san have a nice night”

“You as well Akimoto san give my best to the others  “

“ will do, Goodnight!”

“Goodnight”

The girl gazes smiling at her phone for a few seconds before shaking her head” NO ! you can’t feel like this! These people aren’t your friends they are just unwitting pawns, you don’t have a favourite meal! You just used that to appear more human! You don’t have a societal limit ! that has just to help cover your escapes!.you are not Amaya yu! She doesn’t-”

Amaya’s gaze became downcast “she doesn’t exist I don't exist. “ she turned her gaze upward tears making their way down her cheeks” I exist for my kingdom and my liege but for once is wish I didn’t then I wouldn’t feel so guilty, then I would truly be their friend,”

Amaya bit her lip “I wish I could exist for me…”

end

#oc #creative writing

[innocentbi-stander]

hey so reading your drunk Jaskier and Geralt headcanons has me absolutely in stitches, but like partway through sometimes i forget they're supposed to be drunk while doing these things, and i'm just like "wow these guys grind chaos on the daily" like i'm crying i just assumed they did this shit perfectly sober 😭

hahaha you have me absolutely rolling on that but you cannot convince me that these beautiful fools don't 100% stew chaos even without the help of alcohol. It gets pretty boring on the road when there's nothing to do but walk and stare at the miles ahead, they have to make it interesting somehow....

- one time geralt bet jaskier he couldn't walk more than a mile on his hands and was absolutely shook to find that the bard not even took him up on the challenge, but by some ungodly power made it three (the poor people who passed them by in that time averted their eyes in fear of the witcher but would wonder the rest of their lives what exactly they witnessed)

-they like to play a fun game that has no name and no end game but to brutally tackle the other person at the absolute worst times, the more element of surprise the better. jaskier once fully rocketed geralt off his horse mid gallop and jaskier nearly lost his mind the time geralt tackled him offstage mid performance (revenge is coming, geralt)

- for all that geralt pretends to be 'mr. big bad witcher', questionable decision making is not limited to just being drunk, and geralt and jaskier together is a lethal combination of chaotic idiocy that would make yen tear her hair out

- there's the time they released an entire barns worth of horses because the local lord was such a prick he 'didn't deserve to have their magnificence'

- the time jaskier offered a mermaid they were supposed to be getting rid of tea and cookies in exchange for relocating and not only did it work, they had a lovely chat as well, fuck you geralt with your swords

- when they thought it would be funny to repaint the sign of the inn they had just been thrown out of with a series of insanely creative words that shall not be spoken

- sometimes on the path they make it a point to make sure whatever poor soul has the misfortune of passing them by has the most confusing experience of their life. some of their favorites involve reenacting soap opera level dramatics at screaming volume 'I SAW YOU SLEEPING WITH THE MILLER"S WIFE JASKIER!' *gasp*, speaking in absolute gibberish, or on one memorable occasion, straight up screaming

- another crowd favorite involves leaving increasingly concerning messages etched into the dirt (there are some wild rumors currently circulating about the activities of valdo marx and nobody will own up to the fact that their source was a message written on the side of a dusty path, but anything goes)

- jaskier once bet geralt he wouldn't show up to the gala he was playing at in a gown and was rendered appropriately speechless when the bastard did (it's not like anyone will believe the rumors being told)

- there's also the time they decided to switch places for the day and yen was incredibly confused when jaskier walked into the local inn, decked out in full armor, swords and weapons to match, followed by geralt in a bright blue doublet, more color than he'd probably ever worn in his life (if after a drink or twenty jaskier bet geralt to go up and sing a set of his songs, everybody in the inn was too far gone to remember it in the morning)

and thus we have sober boy shenanigans, part 2?

#the witcher #jaskier #geraskier #geralt of rivia #geralt #bamf jaskier #the witcher jaskier #witcher geralt #the witcher yennefer #yennefer #jaskier and yennefer #non human jaskier #its not mentioned #but its always implied #elf jaskier #magic jaskier #gotta love these fools #jinxx answers

[sweetandsourstalker]

Decided to give Yen a voice! I've never done any VA-ing before outside of tabletop roleplay, but this was fun. The lines are all from various answers (transcript below) but maybe I'll do other stuff in the future...haven't decided yet.))

Enjoy!))

"Of course I do! I love my sweetheart more than anyone, but I have friends, too. TK is really nice, and they're very helpful and patient. I would've been fired a long time ago without their help...I owe them so many favors. Lucy and I get along really, really well! We used to hang out when we had the night off--get drinks, play games, talk astrology. When she lost her job, she closed off and started doing harder stuff than I was comfortable with. So...we stopped spending as much time together. But she's not a bad person...she's in a bad place." [sigh] "I miss her."

"Excessively angry? I don't tend to get angry when I'm upset, I tend to get sad more than anything. I can't think of many things that would make me that mad...but I can think of one."

[snickering] "Alright, alright, that one was funny, I'll give you that. And if this isn't a joke then...boy, you are one dense bastard."

"Well, until I think of something, 'Peter' isn't too bad, is it? It's...kind of cute."

"Ex-fucking-scuse me? String who along? I've never been reciprocal of any of TK's weak attempts to flirt with me! Never! It's not my responsibility to tell them that I--a person with a boyfriend already--am not into them like that! Fuck off!"

"THE ONLY THING HURT IS MY PRIDE...stop laughing...!"

[gibberish] "Wedding?! I haven't put any thought any thought into that yet--I mean, I don't--I'm not--I do--I mean--I don't know, something...pretty???"

"I love the idea of love. Being able to care for someone else in a way that's unique to the two of you is...beautiful...in concept. In practice it's terrifying. Nobody can really love anyone 'completely'. Everyone has flaws, and even the people you love the most will have at least one undesirable trait. I always thought that for anyone to love anybody, they'd have to fake who they were. Hide their flaws, ignore the ones they see in their partner. Or it all falls apart. Even while I'm falling in love with my sweetheart...I don't want him to see my flaws. I'm so happy to have found him. He makes me feel like...like I found something I'd been looking for, for so long. But...surely it would fall apart if he knew what I'm really like? I-I can't go back to missing that piece of me. I can't. So I'll just keep hiding. I'm...good at that."

#the artist VAs #ooc nonsense)) #I was going back and forth on this for literal weeks)) #but *someones* kept encouraging me so HERE WE ARE I GUESS))

[professorjaskier]

A Spoon Full of Sugar (pt. 4)

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6

Geralt/Jaskier, ~500 words, rated T

i wrote this very fun fic for @thewitcherbog’s fic train event! my very wonderful partners are @slightlycrunchy @wolf-and-bard @softdarlingjaskier, @damatris and @kueble, in order! the rest of the parts will be posted soon, one per day! i hope you enjoy!

“Sorry,” Jaskier says with a sheepish smile, hoping that if he looks apologetic enough Geralt won’t try to murder him. The glare Geralt sends him makes Jaskier think it didn’t work.

“Sorry? Sorry?! Jaskier, how are we going to fix this? I’m the size of a thimble. How am I meant to fight monsters while I’m this small?”

Geralt stomps his foot at the end of his outburst, but Jaskier cannot help but chuckle. While a display like this would usually look intimidating, Geralt comes off more like a pouting toddler than an angry witcher that could easily kill him. It was endearing, especially when the stomp only felt like someone lightly poking at the palm of his hand.

“Don’t worry, dear witcher. There’s a mage in town. I’m sure they will be able to reverse this.”

Jaskier watches as Geralt grumbles something, but at his current size the words are too soft for him, turning into indecipherable gibberish.

“Umm, Geralt, could you speak up? I can’t hear you.”

Geralt scowls and climbs onto Jaskier’s shoulder before taking a seat. “I don’t even know what this is,” Geralt grumbles into his ear. “This has never happened before, at least to my knowledge.”

Jaskier takes his lute and gently slings it over his shoulder, ensuring that both the instrument and Geralt aren’t jostled too badly by the movement. “Luckily for us, you’re not omniscient. The mage might have books on the matter and if they don’t—” Jaskier pauses and frowns.

“—we call Yen,” Geralt says, his tone communicating the same lack of enthusiasm at the prospect.

Jaskier nods, already preparing himself for that encounter. Although they have become more friendly over time, he hates when he is made a fool in front of her. Yennefer would never let either of them live this down.

“I’m sure the mage in town will have the answers,” he answers diplomatically. He internally thanks his childhood tutor for teaching him the best ways to artfully dodge a question. At least some part of his childhood wasn’t a complete waste.

With a quick pace, he walks out of the woods towards the main road, humming his newest composition to fill the silence. He has never been a fan of the quiet, but this silence is worse than normal because he knows it is leading to another outburst.

Sure enough, he hears a sharp intake of breath next to his ear before he is once again bombarded with accusations.

“What did you even put in the potion? It’s a simple enough recipe, Jaskier!”

“Oh, well I’m sorry that you don’t label your vials! Honestly, how was I supposed to know what celandine looks like?”

Jaskier hears Geralt scoff and bristles. He had tried dammit, why couldn’t Geralt appreciate that? “I’m sorry that your recipe wasn’t comprehensive enough—”

“—Recipe? Did you read my journal?” Geralt interrupts

Jaskier freezes, knowing that he has been caught in his deception. “Yes. I’m so sorry, but you looked so sick and I wanted to double check the ingredients—”

“—What else did you see?” Jaskier glances over his shoulder to see Geralt sitting there with a faint look of discomfort. If he wasn’t mistaken, he would say that Geralt looked...nervous.

“Nothing. Should I have?”

#the witcher #witcher #twn #geralt of rivia #geralt #jaskier #geralt x jaskier #alchemy accidents #the witcher bog #lindawrites

[wordsablaze]

Where Did Everybody Go?

Mages can often have cruel and confusing intentions but Geralt and Yennefer's intention will always be to find and save their bard... day eight of whumptober.

A/N: today’s pairing: geralt/jaskier/yennefer | prompts used: abandoned / isolation

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Being in a relationship with two of the most famous people in the continent comes with risks.

Jaskier was more than aware of that fact when the three of them had settled on being associated with one another but he often forgets to remember what those risks are. As it is, he’s very blatantly reminded of them when he finds himself being drugged.

“No, no no no no …” Jaskier breathes as he wobbles on his feet.

There are hands on his arms before he can try to look for either Geralt or Yennefer and he feels himself being pulled outside. Stupidly, his last coherent thought is hoping nobody steps on his lute.

When he wakes up, he’s tied to something. It only takes him a matter of seconds to determine that it’s a whipping post, except he’s sat with his back to it, his legs stretched out in front of him and his arms looped around the wood, tied with rope.

He sincerely hopes that Geralt and Yennefer are smarter than to assume he'd merely abandoned them in favour of entertaining a stranger. He's not sure if he hopes that because he doesn't want to hurt them or if he wants them to save him from being hurt but he hopes it either way.

“Took you long enough to wake up,” someone comments.

Jaskier groans, his head still throbbing. “If it was my company you wanted, you only had to ask.”

He blinks his eyes open to see a familiar pattern of robes and groans again, this time just for show. “Not another one. How many of you witches have something against Yennefer?”

The mage seems to take offence, slapping him. “I am nothing like her !”

“Clearly,” Jaskier mutters, running his tongue over his teeth just to check she hadn’t broken any of them.

“You live to be theatrical, don’t you?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.

Jaskier frowns, wondering if this is a trick question. “I’m a bard. I would think it’s rather natural that I often embellish my performances with theatricality, is it not?”

She smiles. “Of course. But do you know what I think?”

Resisting the urge to look away from her and admit defeat, Jaskier just shakes his head. “I assume you’re about to tell me.”

She kneels in front of him, one hand raking through his hair as the other trails down the side of his face. “I think it’d be fun to see what you do without an audience,” she whispers, her breath ghosting across his neck.

He stiffens. “Well, I don’t particularly see an audience now,” he replies, hating the way his voice sounds inadequate in comparison to the confidence within hers.

There’s a soft breeze behind him but before he can question it, she’s pushing something into his mouth, wrapping it around his head and, despite his struggles, tying a knot at the back so securely that it becomes painful.

He tries to complain - to shout - but only muffled gibberish leaves his lips. Satisfied, she pulls his hair down just enough to irritate his eyes and presses a finger to his mouth. “Are you still a bard if you have no instrument, no voice, and no audience?”

Jaskier glares at her, pulling against the rope wound tightly around his wrists, but it doesn’t matter because she gets up and smirks down at him, offering him a small wave before conjuring a portal. He tries yelling after her but she vanishes without another word, without explaining her motives like people who kidnap him usually do.

Jaskier has never been a fan of solitude. He’s always been someone who craves company and if he can find none he creates his own by talking to himself. To be left without either option is nothing short of cruel.

Still, he doesn’t truly panic until after it gets dark.

Empty nights only remind him of punishments from when he was younger, when his tutors had deemed it right to separate from the rest of his fellow students or when his parents had chosen to isolate him in order to maintain their honourable reputation.

He regrets not taking Geralt’s cloak when it had been offered to him.

Sleep evades him, replaced with shivers and strange noises that usually wouldn’t bother him, that he usually leaves to his lovers to take care of; he’s almost glad there’s nobody around to witness the way he draws his legs close and flinches every time anything interrupts the silence.

The closest thing to warmth he feels is the way his nails dig into his palms, leaving behind throbbing indents whenever he finds himself jumping at any kind of noise. And h e wants the horrible, heavy silence to stop. He wants so badly to go back to the small tavern, he wants to settle under a truly warm blanket with the two people who hold his heart between them, but he can’t .

When the sky opens up and rain pours down over him, it’s joined by his tears.

An awful keening sound escapes him as he finds his crying blocks his ability to draw breath but he can’t stop, he doesn’t know how to calm down when the rain is so loud against his skin and his teeth keep trying to chatter only to pull on the gag and make him wince over and over again. He tries to keep his fingers moving so he doesn’t lose them to the cold but his whole body is numb when night falls once more and he can’t even feel the wood he knows he’s slumped against.

Stupid witch.

Stupid him.

Stupid, stupid, stupid .

He tries humming when he’s jolted awake once more but it only turns his throat hoarse so he scraps that idea, laughing bitterly at the way he finds himself in the same position as his own thoughts: abandoned.

He gives up on trying to free himself when he feels the ropes burn fiercely against his skin, when the warmth of what he knows to be redness trickling over his fingers makes him gasp, because he’s so tired and so cold and, worst of all, so alone.

And then he’s not.

“Gods, Jaskier!”

“Open your eyes, bard!”

“Get that thing out of his mouth, Geralt!”

“His hands , Yen!”

“Jaskier?”

He groans, coughing and indignantly spluttering as his gag is removed and he can finally, finally breathe in a way that doesn’t at all hurt.

He flinches at the feels of nails against his face but when they vanish instead of pressing down, he frowns, peeling his eyes open. He knows he must look awful but he’s never been so relieved to find he's being watched in his life.

“You found me,” he breathes, not even sure if his voice is audible.

Geralt and Yennefer share a sideways look before nodding at him.

“We always will,” Geralt promises softly, his voice practically leaking affection.

“Bards are rather useful,” Yennefer adds, but the relief in her eyes reveals what she really means to say.

“Thank you,” Jaskier manages, his voice quiet but his gratitude as loud as the love he sees in his favourite audience’s eyes.

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ik this one’s a bit of a mess but idk, i just kinda ran with it ?? i’m a little tired, don’t mind me :))

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thanks for reading! masterlist | witcher blog: @itsjaskier

#whumptober2020 #no.8 #abandoned #isolation #the witcher #fanfic #geraskefer #geraskifer #geralt x jaskier x yennefer #hurt jaskier #protective yennefer #protective geralt #hurt comfort #kidnapping #my writing #whumpskier

[yenpondering]

genuinely speaking, whoever is designing the tumblr ad-free ads is doing a hilarious job

#Yen gibberish #the energy and feeling these provoke in me is wild #they give me such vivid flashbacks to when I was younger lmao

[madfictionland]

KHIII - Strengths and Weaknesses of Nomura’s Insanity

1. Xehanort Saga’s Closure

Great:

- Axel vs Xemnas sequence and that entire battle alongside Xion and Roxas, with Shimomura’s orchestrated music - Sea Salt Ice Cream Rules!

it was just golden and weighted heavily on me! Lots of emotions and great closure there

- Xemnas and Ansem... being awkward... it was extremely weird at first, seeing them on strange errands, behaving the way they did, no Darkness lines for Ansem, and overall the two of them kind of less important than Xigbar, for example.

But it was actually perfect and then it all came full closure with their defeats! They were taken from their own timelines (in which they were soon to be defeated or right before the final blow?), briefed on the current situation and assigned tasks under MX. And Ansem being the most awkward because...

no madness, no darkness showdown! Being approached by some children! it’s just aren’t his thing, clearly... Oh, and Xemnas handling the “benched” Norts as if they were his students, something that he does proudly. Pretty much the only thing that gives them both purpose after that time travel ordeal is the sense of companionship and MX’s goal which they feel obliged to pursue “because they are him” - only not really, actually. Because as it turns out... they found they did not really care, in the end.

So yeah, in the end it’s actually pretty sad... and they fade away to be ultimately defeated in their own timelines!

- Young Xehanort being an utter dickhead of darkness (although the bad thing is... no more backstory, explanation and only minimal amount of screen time for him, damn)

I mean, seriously, I enjoy the fact he turns out to be one of the most engaging KH3 villains, so focused and bitter. When you think about it, then it makes sense since he was given great power early on and explored through time... obtaining even more power. He never met Eraqus, he never created his bizarre self-rightous grand goals to begin with... He was just... alone, traveling through time, and exploring the outside world through darkness and his dark future selfs, the future that he embraces fully. He is the embodiment of everything what’s dark about Xehanort, in some aspects perhaps even more souless than the old man himself, and we even have him take on Ansem’s role... lol

I like his interactions with Sora, especially here.

- Goofy being smart in the Xehanort’s plot business, lol and they’re always debriefing Sora on Mickey’s encounters from BBS. Nice!

- Finally we know how Axel and Saix got turned into Nobodies - we really needed that backstory...

- The replica research plays a big part here and it serves to create vessels for hearts... with data!memories... and we even get glimpses of artificial hearts being researched now... nice, it REALLY does bring into closure all this data madness that Nomura had started

- Vanitas regenerated through negative emotions of children’s screams in the Monster world + his entire ending with Sora/Ven which was amazing - Vanitas was darkness and it was his own choice because his very nature was darkness... he wouldn’t have it any other way! but despite this, he appears to be actually humanized in the end, at least as much as a rebelious pure darkness plucked from someone’s heart can be

- Terra reveal and him being Ansem SoD/Terranort’s sidekick pet all this damn time... like, I never thought that’s a possibility... even though it does make sense...

Now that’s the kind of crazy Nomura reveal that I like!

- Yen Sid finally takes action! WOOOOW

- final battle with 3 main Norts, and Master Xehanort doing a fingers thingy!

With a glorious MAD score and mix of all three bosses themes! YESSS

Bad:

- Kairi situation... although to be honest it was expected so it doesn’t weight on me too heavily, personally

- very few cutscenes/very few long dialogues and NO backstory cutscenes... now that’s a BIG flaw

- none of the time travelling stuff from DDD gets explained... we don’t know why Young Xehanort is still here despite (apparently) dispersing at the end of DDD... and we don’t even know which Norts are time travelers... and we don’t know their backstories either... how they got Norted? When? How many are there??? It’s not even clear if all of them (those that we meet in game and cutscenes) are present at the final battle because 13 figures showcased with MX prior to battle... all of them with hoods! And we know Demyx is not one for fight so maybe he bailed? Plus Vexen betrayed them? Also, Marluxia, Larxene, Demyx and Luxord were all secondary vessels... kept only due to their Keyblade War connection... so I would assume they had other more serious Norts in store? So who exactly was fighting and who wasn’t? Who was a time traveler and who wasn’t? Who was in a replica body and who wasn’t? Also, is Xigbar a Nobody or somebody Braig with Xigbar’s features? Just FUCK IT. I really like all these convoluted little details but none of this was discussed... which is so unlike Nomura...

- very little presence for MX, no backstory explored and... overall VERY anticlimatic final boss fight and weak ultimate resolution to his “big” saga

- Vexen is just too good at pretending... he really does seem like a bad guy again, who just wants to do research, I don’t buy his sudden redemption and I actually thought he was going to double cross Ansem and use him as his puppet! How can Vexen even feel anything, especially redemption desire, as a freshly cooked Nobody? lol

- Big big flaw is that many Norts were... not really Norts. What’s the point of them getting Norted if they don’t get a slight change in personality and aren’t driven by Xehanort’s purpose? It worked so well with Saix... only think what kind of Demyx or Larxene we could get if they were actually Norts. Seriously, that was disappointing. Frankly enough, we even have Demyx say this line...

which is EXACTLY the case, he would make an interesting vessel, and I assume one capable of good fighting skills or intimidation... if only they were influenced by the entire process and written as actual Norts - important to the plot - not just some toys and Keyblade War Legacy research project for Xemnas...

2. Union X / more...

Good:

- Ephemer and all the Keyblade wielders coming to help! With players’ names shown! Just wow, this was super powerful, and great soundtrack for it too. Also, it kind of confirms my suspicion there were two Keyblade Wars? The “Lost Masters” one and “Union Leaders” (the one in which Ephemer fell, thus he is there with the “spirits” of the wielders).

- Ven’s Chirithy, such a cute little detail :)

- The Final World - atmoshere, music and design... all of them GREAT. It makes sense in the lore + some of its design/animation reminds me of data worlds... Hmmm, could it be... some kind of bin folder on the MoM desktop?

In any case, the future of Nomura Mindfuck seems bright

- the ending with Sora vanishing (to another plane/world?) and Secret Movie with MoM fucking conceptualizing Kingdom Hearts under the normal’s moon light, all of it in a remake of the newest FF title......

I mean, we are one step closer to ultimate shit, right? Which would be Nomura self-inserting himself into the game as Master of Masters... and I’m all for it! XD

- seems like the time travelling Ven + other guys from Union Cross will be progressing places... diferent worlds, planes, realities? And I like it, this seems more interesting and like a fresh surge of madness from Nomura that he kind of wanted to do with Xehanort (hence time travel) but wasn’t really able... in the end. So maybe, just maybe... MoM will get a better conclusion?

- Xigbar makes it to another game. What can I say? I like him, he’s entertaining, that’s all

Bad:

- Xigbar being Luxu seems to be poorly explained, like... he ONLY pretends? Even in those Braig scenes from BBS? And when talking with YX? Really? Even though his BBS scenes were short and we knew nothing about him... it could have been done better, like maybe Luxu planted a piece of himself into Braig and pointed him towards Xehanort, but he wasn’t actually Braig? Hence the guy who gets Norted - Braig - isn’t Luxu? At least not yet? But then Luxu can take over? Well, I think that would be much better... unless there is more to it that we don’t know but i really doubt

- Maleficent, the Box, Xigbar searching for the Box... (wtf even? what MX has to say about this? what’s that box Xigbar? and how dare you hide shit from me?)

All of this... is quite different than earlier KH hints or reveals. It’s just extremely CRYPTIC. It leaves you with nothingness because the characters themselves feel like nothingness when they are forced to speak about this. I could understand it if it contributed to KH3 plot in any major way, like the box being a catalyst in MX’s plans maybe, but it wasn’t - it was pointless, so the attention it got, and they always speak about it in such vague terms... what’s the point? because that’s hardly a surprise and we knew about the box...

- Maleficent and Pete are pointless, especially pointless because the only way for Maleficent to be interesting was to explore some of her hidden (?) memories regarding her time travel experience (which she does not remember, I assume?). Instead, something was “etched”... and a black coat told them about the box... and replica Riku has an akward encounter with them... but nothing is explained or actually said in clear terms. OK, so it sucks, why don’t you skip their cutscenes then - it does NOT create a *Nomura mystery*, it just says “here is some random gibberish that won’t be ever explained because it doesn’t mean anything and doesn’t introduce anything new” A Nomura mystery would be to explain to us whether Maleficent actually remembers the box from her time travel experiences and THEN introduce a new solid mystery, like: she doesn’t remember, but there was a mysterious black coat guy who said there was a box (and there would be a flashback of this past encounter!). But at this point it seems like Nomura just completely doesn’t care, at least not in KH3

The Final Judgment: KH3 was quite a letdown (as the Xehanort’s saga conclusion) but still enjoyable and with grand potential for better mad shit in the future.

PS: Also, it delivered the greatest score in the history of KH... so that’s a win!

#kingdom hearts iii #kh3 spoilers #kh3 opinion #xehanort saga #tetsuya nomura

[saltynyxie]

Encounter PT1. A Child of Snow Story

Ahh yes, continuing with the story I started testing the waters with.

This is kinda the first interaction that she has with Sora, and well... She ain’t got the time to mess about XD

"Come on Sora!" The loud voice, which belonged to Goofy called out as the three were running through to the old mansion in the world of Twilight town. Their plan is to try and find some answered to things that had been happening.

Grinning, Sora continued to run to catch up when sound seemed to fade. Slowing to a halt, looking around the forest with growing confusion. "Donald? Goofy?" He called out, unsure as he had gotten an uneasy feeling.

This was emphasized when a speck of white fell in front of his eyes making them widen, soon more began to appear and his body shivered in the cold. "Snow? Where did this…" He trailed off as he noticed it was only falling in a few feet radius around him which should have been impossible.

"It's alright...It tends to follow me wherever I go."

In an instant, Sora took a defensive stance and summoned his Key-blade. Glaring around for what he suspected was a threat. "Who are you? Come out of the shadows!" He demanded, prepared to run into another organization cloaked person. Having run into them a few times already but was taken off guard.

It was a young girl, dressed in black clothing with white fur and the strangest split hair color he had seen. She seemed normal enough, but the feeling of darkness and the emotionless look in her eyes kept him wary and on guard. Especially since his companions were up ahead.

Sora pointed his key-blade at her, "Who ar-" But he was off as she waved her hand and sent a cold wind at him to stop him. Making him huff and pouted at being interrupted.

"I do not possess the luxury of casual conversing….Tell me...Where is 13?" She asked, her voice having a dead tone to it but the question sprung confusion inside of Sora.

He had no possible idea what she could mean, he lowered his Key-blade and stood up straighter. "13...what exactly? 13 boxes? Flowers? Snowflakes?" The obliviousness made her sighed, the barest hint of frustration which made Sora hold his hands up.

"Easy there, not my fault you are so vague. Heck, I can't even really count." He shrugged, a cheeky grin on his face but the girl was far from impressed. The snow seemingly falling harder as she placed a hand on her necklace. Mumbling a few words under her breath.

There was a small rumble and from the shadows of the trees, a few heartless spawned led by a single nobody formed from snow which made his eyes become huge as he immediately became defensive again ready to fight when he noticed the girl was leaving.

"Where are you going? Who even are you?" He turned to run after her only to be stopped by the nobody. Pushing him back and Sora gritted his teeth, watching her stop, however, waiting.

She turned her head slightly, the gold in her eyes shining for a moment. Contemplating answering for a moment before looking away.

"My name is Eirlys...And I am nobody in particular." Her words left the barest hint of a smirk on her face, as the next moment, Sora blinked….She would be gone. The snow along with her.

Leaving Sora wondering what in the worlds just occurred but the enemies didn't leave much time to think and focused on defeating them, not taking long at all but still leaving him panting slightly. Looking with a frown at where Eirlys vanished.

"Who was that…." he wondered out loud, his key-blade disappearing and placing his hand over where his heart would be. "She seemed so...empty."

"Sora stared for a few moments longer before finally realizing that his friends Donald and Goofy were calling for him, so he turned to catch up. Donald narrowing his eyes at the boy with his hands on his hip.

"What's the big idea?! What took you so long?" The duck said, sounding near gibberish but the companions knew what he said.

Goofy looked up, as well and seems a bit more concerned at the situation especially seeing the slight daze and dampness of his clothes the melted snow left. "Gee, is everything okay Sora?" He asked and Sora looked up, frowning a bit.

"What? You didn't see her? Or the snow?" He seemed stunned at this, even more so when even Donald showed a bit of concern.

"What are you talking about Sora? There was no one there." Donald spoke slightly impatiently and that made Sora grit his teeth. Clenching his hands.

"Yes, there was! Her name was Eirlys and there was snow and she summoned heartless and a nobody." He ranted which causes Donald and Goofy to trade looks and shrugs.

"We didn't see anyone Sora, this Eirlys could have been an illusion," Goofy suggested and Donald nodded.

Crossing his arms, "Exactly as Goofy said, you need to drink more water if you are seeing illusions." Donald said and Sora sighed, knowing without proof Eirlys may as well been fake.

"Well...it wouldn't hurt to tell Master Yen Sid or King Mickey when we have the chance."

And that was the end of that. Sora quickly forgot about Eirlys as they continued on with their mission. Unaware of a certain pair of green and gold eyes watching their every move, snow hiding her gaze.

"You will show me 13….perhaps I need to be more patient."

#kh #kingdomhearts #khfanfic #kingdomheartsfic #oc #khoc #Eirlys

[dizzydennis]

I got this shirt today for 300 yen. It’s gibberish and I absolutely love it!

#Japan #English #japanese fashion #funny #weird

[osakaso5]

Iori Izumi Chinese Zodiac Rabbit Chat Part 5: i7 Dorm's New Year

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Tsumugi: Iori-san, good work with the event today! 

Iori: Good work. 

Iori: TRIGGER's dynamic performance and Re:vale's usage of scrolls amazed me, but I think we did just as well. 

Tsumugi: This was another big project that made use of projection mapping, but the writing that showed up on Re:vale's scrolls still looked incredible! 

Iori: The combination of an aged shrine and modern technology was magnificent. The cheering of the audience had a more astonished tone than in our lives, which was refreshing. 

Iori: I'm sure Nii-san's dragon dance was also good. 

Tsumugi: The way his bangs were arranged was lovely! 

Iori: I'm sure. 

Tsumugi: You sounded a bit like Kujo-san just now, lol

Iori: P-please do not compare me to that person! *angry* *angry*

Iori: Even today, I had to listen to Nanase-san's constant "Tenn-nii, Tenn-nii"s. It was enough to give me semantic satiation (1). 

Tsumugi: T-thank you for all your hard work >< But since you were even helping each other out with the costumes, you looked like you were getting along today! 

Iori: They were difficult outfits to wear. Besides, I didn't want another lecture from you... 

Tsumugi: I was a bit overenthusiastic when I asked you to talk with me one on one that time >< Maybe it's because I borrowed that "Go For It! Delinquent" manga from Tamaki-san... 

Choices/outcomes: 

1. Your tiger-themed outfit suited you well!

Iori: Thank you very much. Rokuya-san asked me to put my hand over my right eye and say "My right eye aches..!", although I have no idea why. It seems to have had something to do with that makeup of mine. 

2. The ink drawing of a tiger that was in your performance was very cool!

Iori: In the rehearsals, I was told to "move as if I was dancing with a tiger" many times. The director and the artist told me I'd done well after the dance was over, which was a relief. 

3. Did you manage to give the New Year's card to Riku-san?

Iori: I just thought I'd tell you about that. Thanks to you, it seems I managed to make a proper New Year's design. At least considering that he told me "I can't believe someone who writes their autograph like it's a signature like you could come up with a design like this" *angry* *angry* *angry*

Iori: By the way, Nanase-san has invited me to play shuttlecock with him, like we did last year. Why don't you join us, too? 

Tsumugi: That really brings me back! Riku-san beat you, and made you go shopping with him. 

Iori: I'd rather not talk about my loss, but it really is hard to believe it's already been a year since then. 

Tsumugi: Nowadays you don't need a punishment game to go shopping together, after all! 

Iori: Because he still likes to waste his money! I wonder if you can guess what he'd bought when he returned from a shopping trip with Nikaido-san the other day. 

Tsumugi: What was it..? 

Iori: Sets of mysterious golden spheres with spikes and the engraving "Golden Balls of Luck!" for all of our members. 

Iori: The culprit, R.N., had this to say. "I got excited at the 100 yen store and bought them. I don't regret it."

Iori: According to R.N.'s acquintance, Y.N.: "I couldn't stop R. I knew he was going to do this some day."

Tsumugi: Do you really need to use their initials here!? lol

Iori: I'm sorry, the police drama I was watching earlier must've rubbed off on me. 

Iori: But he really did buy spiky gold balls. Even if they're supposed to bring luck, I have no idea how to use them. And Nikaido-san is Nikaido-san. He wouldn't normally buy something like that. 

Tsumugi: T-that's true... 

Iori: Yotsuba-san said looking at them was making him retract (2), and gave them to Osaka-san because he thought their spikyness suited him better. Nikaido-san and Nii-san told him to cut it out with the dirty jokes, but I'm not sure if "retract" really is that sort of term. 

Tsumugi: U-uum, I think it's best if you don't know! ><

Iori: Well, since I'm more interested in their usage, I don't care. 

Iori: According to Osaka-san, they're something to use for decorating home shrines, so we might be able to put them up in the dorm living room. 

Tsumugi: That would be a surreal sight... 

Iori: Though in reality, I would like for Nanase-san to take responsibility and do something about them. I'll report to  you again later. 

Translator’s notes..? 

1) semantic satiation is basically that thing where you hear/read a word too many times and it starts sounding like gibberish

2) tama originally says ヒュンとする (hyuntosuru), which yamato and mitsuki connect to the slang phrase タマヒュン (tamahyun), for something that makes your testicles clench, usually looking down from high places or sudden temperature changes

next up: riku’s memomelo chats! 

#idolish7 #iori izumi #chinese zodiac #translation #i7 #rabbit chat

[thedetectiveofinaba]

@glassesandmasks continued from here! ^_^

Naoto took the cup from Ren, handing him the required amount of yen. She was certain she’d seen this barista earlier. It must’ve been this week since the memory of a similar face was so recent... oh well, it wasn’t necessary to mull over that now. “Thank you, this looks really good on the outside.” She gave a neutral smile at him and took a sip from it. It was definitely better than the similar coffee she’d bought near the train station. Either the equipment here was a better quality or this guy knew what he was doing.

The machinery looked similar to her so the reason couldn’t be the first. That left only one conclusion for her: This boy who assumedly was a part timer really had the skills for this. She glanced around the cafe to get a feeling from it and when seeing the school bag in the corner she suddenly remembered where she’s possibly seen him. He was from Shujin High and she’d just visited that school to talk with the principal she didn’t particularly enjoy talking with. His attitude of expecting the worst from all of the students was just sickening. 

Naoto wasn’t the person who believes the outside or usuaal talks defined the real you. Sure, they often gave the right direction but sometimes they were gibberish. For instance her important friend Kanji-kun had been called with horrible names and bullied for his eccentricity. The sewing punk was one of the bluenette’s closest friends who truly accepted her and had supported her to be the version she’d always wanted to be. 

“Excuse me if I ask you this, but... are you possibly from Shujin High? That school bag over there has the school symbol in it.” She asked with a neutral smile on her face that out of pure curiosity to satisfy her need of information.

#/here you go! #/sorry it took a while! ^^' i blame my lazy and stubborn muse #p5 pt #verse: undercover detective #rp thread #rp continuation [let us continue] #continuing thread [let us continue] #glassesandmasks #/naoto's not gonna judge from the surface because kanji and yosuke were judged and she knows how kind souls they are #/she knows how looks can be deceiving