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tteokdoroki · 2 months

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⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚⟡. — KATSUKU BAKUGOU. setting powder.

about. whilst getting ready to meet your new boyfriend’s extended family — you learn that he knows a thing or two about doing makeup.

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, fluff, characters aged up to 20s, enemies to lovers, meeting the family, new relationships, brief mention of injury and hospitals, reader wears makeup and dresses, pro hero!bakugou, nurse/doctor!reader.

“we’re gonna be late, sweetheart.”

leaning against the door frame, bakugou crosses his arms over his chest — his perfect lips pulled into a suave smirk as he watches you finish your makeup for tonight.

“wha…huh? you said i had twenty minutes?” you’re still half dressed, your boyfriend’s baggy hoodie from an old merch collection draped over your sweet little dress to protect it from your foundation, your hair is tied back and away from your face so it doesn’t get in the way and though you’re still trying to blend your cream blush in with one of those sponge things — katsuki thinks you’re the most adorable thing in the entire world.

pushing himself off the door frame, he sits behind you on the bed — still watching you work at the vanity whilst he fixes the cuffs of his dress shirt. “that was twenty minutes ago,” the blonde rasps affectionately and grasps your at your jewellery laid out on the bed. the rough pad of his thumb traces over the ‘K’ on the silver heart locket he’d gotten you for your birthday before he undoes the clasp and places the chain around your neck — being mindful of your hair in the process. “y’said you’d be done by then.”

you catch your boyfriend’s vermillion stare in the reflection of your mirror — his subtle smile when he sees his initials dangling from your neck. it feels you with warmth to know that no matter what, katsuki will always find you beautiful and will always love you. even with how chaotic your makeup looks when half done. “i think i spent too long in the shower ‘n underestimated how long this look would take,” you sigh, reaching for your lip gloss next. you’ll have to put it in your purse, do your lips in the car. “do you think they’ll mind if we’re any later than this?”

“my parents won’t. neither will inko. deku — i mean — izuku will, but he’ll pretend he ain’t bothered,” bakugou prattles down the list, making a note of tonight’s attendees. it was tradition that the bakugous and the midoriyas had a monthly dinner together, it had been going on since the two pro heroes were children. only now, their partners were invited since they were family too. family included you.

you hadn’t gone to U.A and you certainly didn’t know katsuki until he became an up and coming pro hero. the first time he’d saved you, by the sidewalk of the hospital you worked at, you thought he was brutish and stuck up. you’d hated him and he’d hated you. but over time, and more frequent trips to A&E after saving civilians or sometimes after being wounded in villain attacks — you’d come to appreciate bakugou’s brooding personality and observant nature.

he’d come to like you too. how much you cared for others and wanted to make the world a better place. you reminded him a little bit of izuku, in a strange way.

so one night when you were on call, katsuki brought you flowers instead of a stomach wound that needed stitches and you’d given him a kiss instead of berating him about being careful, over vanilla and chocolate pudding cups from the hospital cafeteria.

signing impatiently, you bring katsuki back to present day. “i wanted to make a good impression on your aunty and on your best friend,” rubbing your arm nervously, you cast your gaze over the mess on your vanity — expensive products splayed across them in organised chaos.

“you will. they’re gonna love you. they already do,” bakugou stands behind you now, rough palms smoothing over your shoulders. “izuku says you’ve made me less bitchy at work. whatever the fuck that means.”

you giggle, eyes sparkling in delight as you look at the blonde in the mirror. “really?”

“really,” he nods sheepishly. the way you look at him makes him feel so loved. it’s new to him. nice to him. “now, whaddya need help with s’we can hurry up ‘n hit the road.”

you begin to ramble on, perking up at the idea of katsuki helping with the rest of your routine.“well… i’ve done my lashes, my eyes, my base and blush… i can do lips in the car. aside from putting on earrings and fixing my hair all i need is to set my face with—“

“settin’ powder,” bakugou grabs the little pot from your vanity as if he knew where it was all along, picking up a little face cushion as well as he prepares to get to work. “got it.” he dips the cushion into the translucent powder, rubbing the excess off on the back of his hand before leaning in real close to dab at the areas he thinks you need it. like your t-zone.

your boyfriend’s touch is like magic on your face, perfectly setting your makeup while making you feel like a pampered princess. “who taught you how to do this?” comes your shy mumble, his proximity to your face causing you to grow flustered and squirm in your seat. “h-how are you so good at it?”

“keep still, i’ll be finished faster if y’stop squirmin’ sweetheart. don’t wanna mess up what you’ve done already,” pausing his actions, katsuki gives you a toothy smirk — revelling in how bashful you’ve become under his touch while he helps you with your makeup. “…grew up behind the scenes of fashion shows ‘n shoots. so i picked up a thing or two i wanted to make sure i could still do it so i watched a couple of videos on it too. ‘n i noticed…you always put so much time ‘n effort into your makeup. wanted to help make the process easier for you.”

you feel as though you could melt at katsuki’s kind words and gesture as he dabs at your face a little more — tongue caught between the toes of his pew rlly white teeth as he sticks it out in concentration. he’s so cute it makes you want to scream. “you’re sweet,” you coo appreciatively, stilling yourself to let him finish before he pulls back — satisfied with his work. “i love you.”

it’s not the first time you’ve said it to one another, but the three words are still new to the both of you. “i uh…i love you more,” a pink, rosey hue rises on the surface of bakugou’s tanned skin and his red, loving eyes dart away from your face bashfully. “‘m gonna get your shoes ‘n jacket ready by the door while that sits. don’t forget your settin’ spray after you brush that shit off — oh ‘n don’t take my hoodie off until you’ve done that. don’t wanna ruin your dress, kay?”

“okay,” you respond fondly, hiding your smile at his very specific instructions. “i’ll be down in a minute.”

katsuki nods hesitantly, standing up as he gathers your belongings and outerwear — ready to load them up in the car, when he suddenly pauses in place. “you look beautiful tonight, sweetness. you always do.” he adds as one last parting message, before disappearing down the hall.

leaving you wondering how you ever lucked out with such a man. one who’s not only kind and gentle and loving, but a pro hero and a makeup artist at that.

#tteokdoroki #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou drabble #bakugou fluff #bakugou x you #bakugo fluff #bakugou imagines #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #bnha imagines #mha x reader #mha fluff #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou smut #✧ ₊˚੭ — writing

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sotc · 8 months

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How about 9, 17, and 26 for the BG3 Act 1 asks? 👀

questions here!

9. Do you have a favorite member of the Tiefling Refugees? Is it the same as your Character’s?

Emyr by the end of act II into act III has grown increasingly fond of Mol. She reminds him too much of himself at times and he's not sure if that's a good or bad thing yet LOL. My personal favorite is Dammon, he's just so sweet 🥺!

17. What does your Character think of Withers?

Emyr can't stand Withers' company around the camp. He's likely to grumble and badmouth him to Astarion behind his back 😭 He finds his 'wisdom' to be nonsensical and infuriating; full of air and useless prattling (just like his bones.)

What was your favorite enemy? Did your Character have any memorable fights or moments in combat that were ripe for headcanons and interpretation?

In act I...? Hmm. There was definitely an instance or two where Emyr had gone down and Astarion and Gale called out to him and vice versa. Those are my favorite tidbits even in the early stages of their romance where feelings are barely coming together u know...

But I think the most compelling fight would be the Auntie Ethel fight (from Emyr's pov) and what comes after for Mayrina. He ended up letting the witch live for his own benefit to yoink some extra power from himself by eating the scalp. I personally headcanon he eats it that night away from the camp and *that's* when the scene of growing increasingly sweaty/sick happens before Lae'zel sneaks up on him and threatens to kill him, knowing more now of what kind of person he is especially and being wary of him.

#bg3 posting #*emyr #ty for the ask!! <3

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erabundus · 5 months

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@drolliic &&. said... "Ehehehe, come on, Gandharva Ville isn't that far from Sumeru City. And I didn't slip away! Auntie Nahida tasked me to bring something over so--" explanation Mitsuaki is quick to launch into upon seeing who he assumes to be Ayumu coming towards him while he waits outside Tighnari's hut. Why wouldn't he, he has no reason to think that there are more like the two of them out there and even his own existence in itself is a miracle. Upon being met with extended silence, previously closed eyes open to the sight of confusion and something he can't quite put his finger on. "I know you're not thrilled that I just up and left without saying anything, but the silent treatment is a bit much." [ there are so many things I wanna continue, but I can't miss the opportunity to throw Mitsu at other puppets-- ]

it isn't uncommon for STRANGERS to try striking up a conversation with him. spend enough time traveling and one is bound to run into a myriad of different people — a handful of which either carry ill intentions or are just a touch too friendly for their own good. ( occasionally both. ) ren hasn't the faintest idea who this individual happens to be, nor does he any inclination to care. lips merely press into a thin, dissatisfied line when he begins speaking. a hand rests on the outermost edge of his kasa, fingers tapping impatiently against its golden surface. the words fade into an incomprehensible murmur; he's only partially paying attention, debating whether or not he should simply continue walking while the other is too DISTRACTED by whatever he's prattling on about to notice. the wanderer doesn't have anywhere especially pressing he needs to be at thus precise moment; his passage through gandharva ville is completely by chance. frankly, he would much PREFER to be left to his own devices whenever possible.

it's approximately around the point where the stranger thinks to QUESTION his silence that ren realizes how unusual, how suspicious it is that he would APPARENTLY mistake him for someone else at all. the number of people in this world who recognize him now are very few — and of those, even fewer can profess to have any level of familiarity beyond knowing him in passing as the infamous hat guy. blinking in confusion, the wanderer tips his kasa back to stare at the other — trading what was once complete indifference for a scrap of genuine CURIOSITY.

❝ ... ❞ it's a bit eerie, but upon closer INSPECTION, there does appear to be more than a passing resemblance between the two of them. discontent simmers in the pit of nonexistent stomach at the realization. there are days wherein looking in the mirror fills ren with a sense of wrongness if only because he knows the face staring back at him is not his own — and a similar feeling washes over him now. more importantly, the wanderer surfaces from the depths of his tumultuous thoughts and realizes he's gone far too long without responding. it isn't as if he's the sort to concern himself with the intricacies of social decorum — rather, he cares more about being placed in a situation that is insufferably awkward enough to inspire DISCOMFORT. ❝ i don't know what you're talking about. ❞ he replies bluntly. ❝ ... i think you have me mistaken for SOMEONE ELSE. ❞

it is possible this is some kind of trick? ren can't help but feel a bit skeptical. he doesn't know what one could stand to gain from spinning such an ABSURD scenario — yet doesn't discount the chance entirely.

#drolliic #( HE'S SO CONFUSED.... )#( ren vc: wait a second people don't know me -- )

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daughterofyourdarklord · 2 years

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Okay, so ten things that Bella and Delphi have in common too pls???

1.) Her little girl’s hair is black as night, curling at the tips. Bellatrix quickly recognizes it as her own, just as stubborn to brush, all wild and wayward. Those indistinguishable curls grow as she does, Bella sits behind her daughter before the large mirror, running a brush through her locks, twisting and twirling large strands into beautiful braids. There’s something peaceful about it, she never much enjoyed doing her own hair, but with the little witch it’s different.

2.) Her daughter’s laugh is high pitch and clear and so painfully familiar that Bellatrix’s magic falters for a moment when she first hears it. The colorful bubbles she’d been entertaining her child with disappearing in a pop. She’s quick to start up again, desperate to hear that giggle that reminded her so much of her own mother’s. She brings it up to Narcissa later, asking if she also recognizes Druella’s laugh cascading from her daughter’s lips. Cissa smiles at her, eyes softening: “That’s your laugh too, Bella.”

3.) The child is so very playful, physical in every aspect. Certainly, not a trait passed down by her Father. Delphini is constantly clinging to someone - holding onto Rodolphus’s legs, Narcissa’s hand, Draco’s dress pants. She jumps into Bella’s arms nearly every time they’re together, always so eager to be close. Sometimes, she thinks to scold her for it, but she never can. Even the Dark Lord accommodates to Delphini’s neediness, pulling her into his arms when the child demands it. She supposes, at this point, he’s rather used to touchy Black witches.

4.) “Listen to me,” Bellatrix starts, hands tight along her daughter’s shoulders for emphasis. “Scorpius is your cousin - Draco’s son. He has the same blood as us - he’s family. There’s nothing to be upset about, dove. In fact, he’s going to need you to look out for him now. Can you do that? For me, for Aunt Cissa, and for Draco, too? Can you look out for your family?” Delphini nods gently, still not meeting her mother’s eye. “Why, dove? Why is it important to look out for each other?” Bellatrix expects her to answer in kind, ‘because we’re family, mama’ she’s hoping to hammer that point home. Her daughter sniffles before saying: “Because we’re Blacks, mama.” There’s a fierce sense of pride that sings through Bella at that.

5.) She’s watching from the doorway. Narcissa's seated with her daughter on the piano bench, elegant fingers caressing carefully along the high notes. Delphi is entirely the opposite, slamming down on the keys with such force, the little girl’s frustration becoming more than apparent. Luckily, Narcissa’s immediate protests drown out Bella’s poorly veiled laugh. “Come now. That’s not how highborn ladies play piano.” From her position, Bellatrix can only imagine the reproachful look aimed her daughter’s way. “The piano is a graceful instrument - delicate, refined, just as we..” Delphini huffs, dropping her hands down to the bench and leaning back along the seat as though in utter agony, another dramatic sigh follows. “Auntie Cissa.. I think I need to pick a different instrument..”

6.) Bellatrix marches into the headmaster’s office, refusing to sit, standing tall while she listens to little Severus prattle on about decorum and respect while referencing an exceptionally disheartened charms professor. It’s exhausting as ever, listening to the half blood drone on. She shuts the slimy fool up, at what she imagines is likely not even halfway through his righteous speech, pushing Delphini towards the door before reminding the greasy git just exactly who he’s trying to reprimand. “I thought we raised you to be much more conspicuous!” She hisses, frustrated but not enough to be hypocritical. They still go to Hogsmead for tea afterwards - spending the rest of the afternoon laughing behind scones as Delphini recounts all of the circumstances where she was, in fact, much more conspicuous.

7.) Bella hadn’t met someone that matched her in temperament since Sirius abandoned their family. She and Delphini are quick at each other’s throats, too combative, too confrontational, restless for a row. In some ways, it would be refreshing, if it wasn’t so achingly frustrating. The way her daughter is looking at her now.. Magic humming around her, making those heavy, dark curls stand out, coiling like serpents.. Bellatrix has to take a step back, suddenly far too distracted by the resemblance to even remember what it was that they were fighting about in the first place. Only for a moment, though.

8.) Delphini is a menace on the battlefield. Whipping around, curse after curse, her magic stretching and spanning in all sorts of ways - it’s wondrous to behold. That doesn’t change the fact that she gets so lost in the duel, all eager and excited. It leaves her careless in so many ways - open, exposed. Bellatrix is a ball of nerves the entire time, staying close to her, warding off enraged enemies and stray spells, things the girl would have never seen coming. Rodolphus is at her side after the mission, nearly laughing at her still anxious expression. “It’s interesting isn’t it..” Bellatrix throws him an irritated look, not sure exactly what he means, he elaborates: “Finally having to worry about someone.. Now you know what it's like.”

9.) Narcissa is a wreck, Astoria too, both of them perched at Draco’s bedside while he recovers, Lucius promptly summoned from the Ministry. Bellatrix stayed with her sister until her husband got there, dutiful as ever. She goes to look for Delphini the minute he arrives. The cries coming from the cellar give the girl away immediately. It is a pleasant sight that greets her, Delphini standing over the blood traitor, a rush of red streaming from the end of her wand. He had hurt Draco, badly at that, and Delphini seems to have taken that personally. She stops for a moment, two sets of eyes both resting behind heavy lids meet in the dark. Bella nods and she turns back to the coward, cruciatus quick to follow. It’s powerful and assertive, and it’s Bellatrix’s (Druella’s? Delphini’s?) own laugh that chases after it.

10.) She’s truly a beauty of old blood. Sharp cheekbones with an even sharper jawline, her father’s eyes resting behind those heavy lids. Her whole life, everyone had constantly reminded Bella that she was nothing short of stunning - she'd accepted it, naturally, very familiar with her own face, though, the complement always meant so much more coming from Him. It’s not until she sees her own looks so clearly spelled out on her daughter’s features that she really understand what witches and wizards mean when they say devastatingly beautiful.

#damn this one was LONG #I am exhausted #this is likely all I have in me for the rest of the week team #do enjoy #bellatrix lestrange #bellatrix black #delphini #delphi #mama bellatrix #mama bella #smol delphi #these are rlly just me shooting my hc all over the place #lots of dialogue in this one #not sorry about it #druella

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theshotsheardacrossworlds · 1 year

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I got this suffer wacky idea. Imagine Estinien going to pick up baby Esme from Aymeric and when he reached the crib what does he see his baby daughter dressed in the cutest weather proof Gaelkitten outift money can buy

Estinien Varlineau had seen many things in his life, some of which he wished he had not (the deaths of his family, dragon guts, Aymeric wooing an entire ballroom with "poetry") and others he wished he could see more of (Agi and Esme, the beaches of Thavnair, Agi's brownies).

He did not expect to see his infant daughter dressed as a gaelcat.

"Doesn't she look darling in that Weatherproof Gaelcat ensemble?" Aymeric cooed, tickling Esme's belly and making her giggle.

Estinien rolled his eyes. "Darling? You sound like an old auntie." And I'm sure you attract many old aunties at balls, Lord Speaker!

"Don't listen, Esme. He's just being sour, because...that's how he is." Aymeric said drily, lifting the giggling infant and showing her off to her father. "I had this made especially for her. Note the color and the place for the ears..."

He's droning on about a gaelcat outfit that he paid an exorbitant amount for. I would rather gouge out my eyes than listen to him prattle on like this. He's utterly insufferable about the intricacies of fashion and shit. "That's interesting, Aymeric. Now, I think I should take the little one home. Agi's missed her." And me. You've quickly become our whole world, and I wouldn't have it any other way. He took Esme from Aymeric, who frowned.

"O-oh. I thought mayhap you'd stay for a while--"

Oh fucking hells. He's making that sad little pouty face. Fuck. Estinien looked down at the happy baby in his arms and sighed. "'Suppose we can stay for a while. Just let me call Agi on the linkpearl--AYMERIC!"

Aymeric de Borel, Viscount of House Borel, Lord Commander of the Temple Knights, and Lord Speaker of the House of Lords, hugged his oldest friend and let out a decidedly ungentlemanly squeal of joy.

#aymeric de borel #estinien wyrmblood #estinien varlineau #estinien x wol #wolstinien #mentions of agi #esme varlineau #esme is a daddy's girl #uncle aymeric #asker i wuv u #ask and you shall receive

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blazicreative · 1 year

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Blog Post 7: Google Map Essay

Family Dinner at Cousin Kia’s

I awoke to the morning star in Hotlanta, Georgia; it shined bright through my sassy female sibling Mia’s room with such dominance over the day. It glazed the crest white walls and the caramel colored carpet, representing the beginning of a beautiful day in the new Motown. My sister’s town house filled with the annoying, yet exciting chatter of my little cousins Chrissy, Skyler, and Dylan. All of them projected the attitude of being overjoyed about the family dinner that would happen at 2pm that day. Even I starved for the family unity that had abandoned our domain.

My older sister Mia; my older cousin Tammy; my younger cousins Chrissy, Skyler, and Dylan; and I packed in my sister’s -- knee-cramping apple red Cobalt with its heat absorbing, skin singing black interior-- to head to the store. We arrived at Kroger’s packing more adrenaline than a Heavy Metal band at a rock concert to obtain various kinds of colorful fruit, sweet nectar, and essential nourishment to digest in the empty stomachs our souls possessed. I loathed Tammy for taking so long in the store; in fact her apathy in choosing goodies became a factor as to why this part of the family would be late to dinner that afternoon. Finally, after much glaring and grumbling, everyone finished with shopping. Our little posse in its little red caboose of a car was now on the way to Kia’s house.

Finally, back on the gray and yellow striped road, Mia decided to take a shortcut to nowhere. In a dead zone where time seemed to fall away, I glanced at the time which screamed “2:17 pm!”. Mia doomed us for lateness as she tried to search for a shortcut to Snellville, Georgia, a name whose ironic pronunciation was not lost on me. Two hours late, and famished for family and food, the driver and the passengers of the seemly doomed red Cobalt arrived at Kia’s house.

As the gang of tardy delinquents I strolled into the combined kitchen and living room, separated only by tile and carpet, my mother greeted us with kisses, hugs, and nothing but repetitious questions pertaining to our tardiness. Our Auntie Betty and our cousins Kia, Brandon, Daron, and Antonio also greeted us by taunting and boasting of how they ate up all the food. That made us angry because our tongues hung out our mouths like salivating dogs ready to pounce on food. After all the “jokes” died, the Cobalt gang and I gazed at the stove ourselves only to discover plenty of cold food. I could not even smell the meatless ribs, the still baked beans, watery shrimp potato salad, and hard corn muffins. I forced myself to warm everything to my liking. Upset and famished, I knew, nothing would be quite the same after being reheated; If only the gang and I had got there earlier! I sat down to eat at the rectangular table and perched on a rickety stool. Everybody in the house made an obscene amount of noise as they cackled, prattled, and finally snored off their hardy meal. My little cousins laughed over the silliest, slightest things, and my mother and sister bickered nonsensically. Unfortunately, I leered over into the living room only to detect Antonio switching from one football game to another as if he could not have found a decent movie for everyone to watch! Grambling to myself over my tepid food and rock solid corn muffins, I imagined the heaven that would be to eat in comfortable silence without so many people and so much activity. I dreamed of how wonderful all that would be coupled with hot, fresh off the stove food steaming from my overstuffed plate. As my uncle snorted and woke himself up, he pulled me violently back from my blissful thoughts. I glared at my family, so loud and boisterous, and saw all the love and camaraderie emanating from their shrill voices and grumbling. Over all the foolishness, I realized how truly lucky I was to have my heart warmed by so much love even as I stared down my plate of frigid food.

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 2 years

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Chasing pavements of the past.

[Future Foundation Camper, 23:07]

Toko! Komaru! I’m gonna take a look around the camper!

Akeru, it’s getting late. And you did a lot of fighting today. You should really get some rest.

Aw! But I wanna at least know where I’m resting! This is so much cooler than some crumby hotel!

You realize your mother had to sleep on the streets for about two weeks before this point, right? The hotel was like a luxury suite compared to that, so don’t be so selfish!

Hmmgh...Sorry...

Lighten up Toko. Kids will be kids, you know?

I’ll go with her and show her around. She’s clearly still got energy to spare.

...*sigh* Alright, fine, but don’t go too far away.

Yay! Let’s go Auntie Hina! You too Uncle Hiro!

Huh!? Uh...ok!

Yeah!

*Akeru, Hina and Hiro exit the camper van to go explore.

I can’t help but crack a smile when I see you being a doting mother to that girl.

Actually Toko, considering what we’re going to talk about...isn’t it better that Akeru leaves? You know it’s heavy stuff for her...

True...but in some ways, she’s stronger and more capable than any of us. She’s been handling it well so far.

Speaking of kids...where’s Kuripa? Wasn’t he staying here too?

He went back with the Freedom Foundation and is staying over theirs tonight. He wants to help the other captives and wanted to hang out with Maya too.

Maya’s that green-haired girl that crashed through the roof with you, right? What’s the deal with her and all those other guys?

Well, they’re part of a small group of societal rebels calling themselves the Freedom Foundation. The green-haired one is Maya Canzanilla, the dark-skinned girl is Four Kaiden, the large man is Hunter Rosenhall, the short one is Leona Vasquez, the dark-skinned boy is Kouji Ito and the one in the overalls is Oliver...

Just Oliver?

We don’t know their surname. They didn’t mention it in introductions.

But to make a long story short, it’s thanks to them we were able to meet again like this. We thought Komaru was in danger, so they helped us come up with a plan to infiltrate Tamashiro’s mansion. They’ve been fighting against Fang Inc. for a while now.

Why?

We don’t really know where it started for them, but we do know that their fight is justified. Fang Inc. is rotten to the core.

To give you a good idea...Zetsubou are collaborating with them. They’re the international corporation that makes all of their weapons of Mass Destruction, which includes Osone’s Gauntlets.

I see...Then I guess that’s why you guys got involved too, huh?

Not exactly...We actually weren’t going to get involved, but since you’ve been missing for so long since the attack, we thought-

Woah, woah, woah, what do you mean “attack?”

Huh?

What...are you talking about?

C-Could it be...Do you guys not know about the attack...!?

That’s impossible! Why would you have fled to the states without telling anyone then!?

What do you mean? We DID tell someone! We had a message delivered to the Future Foundation!

What!? W-We got no such message! You just disappeared off the map, right after the incident!

Seriously, what “incident” are you talking about!?

...

Guys?

Sit down...this is gonna be rough.

Y-You’re...kidding me...!

No way...!

During that incident, we received word that your apartment got raided, but the three of you were nowhere to be found. At first we thought that Zetsubou had successfully gotten to you too but...

Here you are...

But that can’t be! I had other things to deal with at the time, so I sent a message to the Warriors to pass onto the Foundation and...um...

Wait, y-you don’t think-!?

Dammit...! If the Warriors had that info, Monaca must’ve withheld it as a joke!

That damn brat...! She always loves to make things more difficult!

That’s putting it lightly...After all she did to you, you seem to trust her an awful lot. I still haven’t forgiven her for locking me up and forcing me to listen to their prattle for days on end...

You give a little trust and it all comes back to you...or so we thought...

She’s earned herself a lecture if that’s the case!

She’s earned herself a slap is what she’s earned!

Guys, cool it. What’s important is that we’re reunited now.

But to sum up...We’ve started calling that incident “The Fall of the Future Foundation,” and it was my idea to lay off staff and have our forces spread out to confuse Zetsubou.

That’s the reason why the five of us are here in Washington, and...Kuripa sorta just tagged along.

I can’t believe it...

But it looks like everyone from our group got away fine, right?

That’s not what we initially believed, no thanks to you.

Look, I’m sorry, but it wasn’t our fault!

Toko, cool yourself. Regardless of whether we were able to avoid being taken away, it doesn’t make the situation any better. After all, Zetsubou got Celeste back, and we failed to stop them. I’ll have you know as well that it was Osone who rescued her. And she single-handedly took all 8 of us down.

We underestimated them...and paid the price as a result...And now Celeste is gone, Jabberwock Island is destroyed, and children have been kidnapped and brutally injured...

Kyoko...

Don’t worry...It’s not your fault.

It’s Zetsubou’s and Zetsubou’s only...!

...

Well...at least you know our situation...

I think it’s time we learned yours. If you guys didn’t come here to run away, what are you doing here...?

And why were you after Tamashiro?

Right...well, to be honest, the corruption in Fang Inc? We weren’t really aware of it until we dug a little deeper. We were considering sending something to the newspapers, but with how powerful Fang Inc. was and how we were just foreigners...

There was no hope...

Yeah, but...the reason we infiltrated that auction was so we could get closer to Fang Inc’s line of official members and sister companies, as well as other people they’ve collaborated with in the past.

Why is that?

*Komaru and Toko look at each other and nod.

Do any of you guys know who Seishi Yodogawa is?

As a matter of fact, I do.

Seishi Yodogawa was a very famous crime novelist in Japan when he was younger, but after sustaining a career in writing for a long 14 years, he stopped writing and moved to Japan.

He disappeared off the map for a few years, but then returned when it was announced he became the CEO of LegionTech. A huge tech company which invests in research in machinery, augmented and virtual reality simulation, and artificial intelligence.

Basically, he does what Chihiro does, but on a more international level.

Wait, he went from writing crime novels to being an AI programmer? That seems...like a very strange step to take his life.

A lot of people were confused by it too, especially since Yodogawa is now the CEO. He rarely appears in public personally, but he appears in the form of a hologram projection; a device being developed by his company. He’s taken the research in a new, exciting direction, according to the people who work for the company.

Basically, unlike Fang Inc....At least, on the surface, LegionTech aren’t corrupt from top to bottom, and Yodogawa intends to make the world a better place.

So that leaves me to wonder, what business do you two have with him?

...

*Once again, the two girls give each other a look, and nod.

I’ll cut right to the chase then...We believe that Seishi Yodogawa...

Could be Akeru’s birth-father.

What!?

But I thought that...Shinitani Yozora had her husband killed? Over money problems if I’m not mistaken.

That’s what we thought, but then we found out that since the closure of that incident, Monaca and Nagisa were trying to piece together what was left of Akeru’s past so there were no holes left. A few weeks ago, when she was looking through police records on Shinitani Yozora, she found out that she and Seishi Yodogawa used to meet on frequent occasion. Private reasons that no one quite knew why.

In fact...here, take a look.

*She pulls out her phone and shows Makoto a photo.

Komaru: This is what Seishi Yodogawa looks like, at least, this is the last photo of him appearing in public...and for reference...

Komaru: Here’s a photo of Akeru.

...Yeah...yeah, I think I can see the resemblance!

Monaca came up with the theory that the reason why Yodogawa moved to Japan and stopped writing so abruptly was because he was attempting to fake his own death. That way, he could get away from Yozora, and she wouldn’t think twice.

After all, Yozora was never the type of woman who would get her own hands dirty. Yodogawa probably knew that if she tried to off him, she’d get someone else to do it. and she never would be able to confirm whether or not the deed was actually done.

Clever Yodogawa be that the case...So...the reason you’re here is to reunite Akeru with her father.

Let’s make one thing clear. We’re NOT giving her back to him. Akeru is OUR daughter now, and I will NEVER let her go. We’ll take on whatever legal issues come our way.

It’s just that...well...

I understand. It doesn’t matter whether a child is adopted, born through sperm doner, or anything else. Every child has a legal right to know who their real father is. Akeru never met hers, so you hope to fix that problem now.

Exactly. And from the way it sounds, Yodogawa doesn’t seem like such a bad guy. But like we said, he had dealings with Fang Inc. at one point, who are corrupt. We didn’t want to reunite Akeru with a man like that. So we infiltrated that company to see if we could dig anything up about him, and did so through Tamashiro.

Or at least...we tried to...

I see...It all makes sense now.

*There is a short silence, and during that silence, the door to the camper opens!

Guys! There’s a tent on the roof! You can sleep indoors OR under the stars! So cool.

...

K-Komaru...why are you crying!?

Nothing...nothing Akeru...

Did something happen?

No, we’ve just had an enlightening conversation. Why don’t you two take Akeru to the bedroom at the back.

Sure...

*They exaunt again.

...I love her so much...I don’t...*sniff* I don’t want anything to happen to her, but...she deserves this...

...

...!

...

*Makoto pulls his sister into a hug, and she starts to cry into his shoulder.

Komaru...Those guys from the Freedom Foundation are going to continue fighting against Fang Inc, and they want us to join them. If we do, it’s one step closer to getting back at Zetsubou.

But we only teamed up temporarily to rescue you. We haven’t started an official partnership yet...

I’m starting to think we should.

Quite. We’re clearly already too far gone down this rabbit hole. It’d be pointless to pull out now.

If we do...will you join us? If you’re still determined to hear more about Yodogawa and complete this mission of yours, then it may be worth talking to Four and the others.

...Yeah...We can’t stop now, not after all of this.

Honestly, WE should be asking YOU for help. You’ve got no business getting wrapped up in our problems, but we really could use it.

Don’t worry about that. We’re family after all.

#danganronpa survivor #danganronpa #danganronpa 1 #dr1 #danganronpa ultra despair girls #drae #danganronpa blowback #drb #makoto naegi #komaru naegi #toko fukawa #byakuya togami #kyoko kirigiri #yasuhiro hagakure #aoi asahina #akeru yozora #into the ocean arc #danganrebirth voices #seishi yodogawa

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adiarosefandoms · 1 year

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Aunty ‘Chelle

About two weeks ago, my aunt passed away of metastatic breast cancer. As far as families go, mine isn’t the grandest. Besides an immediate group of four, the ones we keep most in contact with are my Nana and my aunty Chelle. She raised my dad as well as two boys, fought through and prevailed against her first battle with breast cancer, and cared for others in a way that guaranteed empathy to them as well as pain on those who hurt them. She was a tiny, kick-ass, feisty, compassionate, genuinely loving person who wasn’t always dealt the greatest hand, but continued to play the game with an unmatched stubbornness. I had one larger cry session about six days after she passed, and from day one to now have experienced the oddest little drops in my mood. Like I suddenly missed a step going down and in the moment didn’t know if I can catch myself. Like all the air was suddenly sucked out of the room for a minute. I figured I’d post my feelings on here since no one in my family would see it, and if there was ever an app to prattle on like an intense therapy session, Tumblr would be that app. Below is the art that keeps reminding me of her. Some make me feel fond, some make me feel sad, some make me want to thank her a thousand times over for my dad, some make me want to just lie down and weep.

Metallica Above all else the thing that reminds me of her is the heavy metal band Metallica, which has been her favorite since longer than I knew her. I listened to it and little else the week she passed resulting in two things. One: Enter Sandman left me in gasping sobs in the locker room stalls. Two: I realized Master of Puppets is glorious and it has taken the mantle as my favorite Metallica song. No, I will not take any criticism.

Into The Woods (2014 Film) While my parents went on a date night the first year we moved to our new state (where aunty ‘Chelle lived), me and my sister stayed at our aunt’s house and I watched Into the Woods with her for the first time, which would become a little phase of mine. (I think I also had my first watch of Grease with her.)

Johnny Depp So not exactly a piece of art, but rather a person. Aunty ‘Chelle loved every movie he was in. Edward Scissorhands, Sleepy Hollow, What’s Eating Gilbert Grape, and the film pictured above. A Pirates of the Carribean poster we got for her four years ago is now set in a frame in her younger son’s room.

Stevie Nicks My parents bought tickets for me, my dad, and her to go see Billy Joel and Stevie Nicks on tour (she was in it for the latter). My dad brought home two bags of my aunts clothes the other day and I kept a tank top with Stevie Nicks on it that I’ll now be wearing to said concert.

Marvel Movies Most times we visited my aunts old house we’d see the ten-dollar grocery story action figures placed on tables or strewn on the ground. Mostly Spiderman or Captain America, (the second of which I think was mainly caused by my father). A result of her younger son whom she’d watch the movies with as they came out. We knew her passing was coming, my parents especially, and the same day she died we kept our tickets to see Ant Man: Quantomania. Because honestly, my parents are naturally the type to cry in intervals rather than a larger grief session, and they personally watched her health decline. They knew and so did what they could, but when all was said in done just wanted a little distraction before being brought back into the aftermath. While a fun film that worked well as a little diversion, we were all kind of struck as the opening title card appeared on how she wouldn’t get to see this or any future Marvel films release with her son.

Just fifty years old, she should have had fifty years more. I miss her like hell, and I look forward to really taking in all the art she loved so I can know her better, even now that she’s gone. She was an amazing person who will always have my love and thanks. Love you aunty ‘Chelle. 🌻🌻🌻

#memorial post #marvel #johnny depp #into the woods #metallica #stevie nicks

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perhaps-in-anotherdream · 2 years

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[CN] Victor’s Remainder of One’s Life Date (Eng Translation)

⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 余生之约 , that is yet to be released in the global server! ♡

[Translation Under The Cut]

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[T/N]: As unfortunate as it is, EN translation is inconsistent with their records. They’ve already translated the name of Victor’s “Aunt Gu” as “Auntie Alice” (Victor’s maternal aunt) in Deep Love Date. But in the following contents of Victor’s 4th birthday and CH 37 R&S – they forgot about it. But I’ll still use “Auntie Alice” here for better reminiscence. And the name of Victor’s cousin is “WenWen” in CN which they’ve translated as “Vera” in Victor’s CH 37 R&S. I don’t know what they will do in the future LOL but I’m translating her name as “Vera” for now. (・∀・)

[Note]: The link of the video (starts at 2:12; chose this one cause better sound quality) — Here ♡

[T/N]: Do I recommend following with the video? If it’s possible for you, YES. A THOUSAND, A MILLION TIMES YES HNNNGNNNNNGNNNN

✧ [Section 1] ✧

MC: May you live a long and happy life together. Be happy forever!

After sending our blessings to the newlyweds, Victor and I applaud while standing on the side of the flower path along with the crowd.

While the newlyweds are still coming over, I lean against Victor on the sly and shake my sore legs and feet.

Perhaps because the auspicious dates have all been concentrated lately, many of our friends and relatives are “gathering together” to hold wedding ceremonies, and we’ve been invited to participate in several of them.

Although I feel very happy to see everyone happy, but the continuous running around is indeed a bit difficult for my body to endure....

A warm support is placed on the back of my waist. The person next to me draws me closer.

Victor: Tired?

MC: A bit, but it should be over soon.

MC: Now it’s almost time for the music to start playing——

As soon as my voice drops, the sound of melodious music starts to play. Proud of myself, I look up at Victor and find that he is also clapping his hands in tune with the beats.

Victor: Then what?

MC: When they walk through the flower gate, we should sprinkle flowers.

Victor picks up a small flower basket. I hold up the petals conveniently, adding another handful to the rain of flowers filling the entire horizon.

The bride and groom walk past us. Looking at their figures from behind, I blurt out the following sequence of process again.

MC: It’s time to walk to the end of the red carpet and take photos!

Victor: You’ve actually remembered the process very well this time.

MC: Naturally. I’ve been brainwashed by attending so many sessions....

Victor: I remember someone saying in the second scene that, “The appearance of happiness looks alike for the most part.” But now you’ve grown tired of watching it?

MC: Process is process, and happiness is happiness.

MC: It’s of course very heartwarming to see the love of the lovers finding a way to come together.

After the shutter sounds several times, the photographer makes an “OK” gesture. Victor takes me by the shoulder and turns me around, casting his gaze behind me.

Victor: And now it’s time for your most favorite segment, catching the bouquet.

MC: Let me rub against your hand quickly for good luck!

I take Victor’s hand and clench it firmly before turning around and running to the queue waiting for the wedding bouquet.

—

MC: I didn’t get the bouquet again this time.... even CEO Victor’s hand is not being useful for summoning luck. As a matter of fact, it’s not rational.

After the wedding, Victor and I head back to the car to rest. Thinking about the bouquet I’ve missed narrowly just now, I kick off my high-heeled shoes while prattling on.

Victor: When all is said and done, do you want to receive the blessings or do you just want to win the lottery?

MC: Can I choose to have them both?

Victor shoots me a glance with a half smile on his face. Then he reaches out to lift my fingers, and squeezes them gently.

Victor: For this kind of greedy desire, how can a couple of casual rubs be sufficient?

As he speaks, he tucks his fingers into the seams of mine naturally and diverts the subject with a light expression.

Victor: Since a certain someone is being so impatient, there’s still another opportunity.

Victor: Do you remember Auntie Alice?

With a brief pondering, I soon find this name in my memory.

MC: Yeah, we helped Uncle and Auntie Alice rehearse their wedding anniversary ceremony earlier. What’s wrong?

[Note]: MC is referring to “Deep Love Date” ♡

Victor: Her daughter is also getting married soon, and two invitation cards have already been sent home.

Victor: But if you feel tired, you can also decline.

MC: Such an important event, of course I’m going to be there! Perhaps, it might even help to keep the pressure off you to get married.

I raise my eyebrows at him in feigned derision. The next thing I know, a certain someone suddenly taps me on the forehead.

Victor: I was thinking that the venue they’re arranging the wedding at is pretty nice. We could have a short vacation while we’re at it.

MC: Did I hear that right? A vacation dropping from the heaven?

Victor: Consider it as a reward for your help with “keeping off the pressure to get married”.

Victor: If there isn’t any problem, start preparing your holiday equipment.

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✧ [Section 2] ✧

The venue of the wedding ceremony is located in a small warm seaside town. The warm breeze that greets us just after we leave the airport disperses greater part of the fatigue of the journey.

Driving along the side streets, one can espy the sandy shore and the seacoast at the end of the road from afar.

I heard Victor say that the wedding venue has been decided by the bride. I thought to myself— this girl must be someone who really likes romance.

—

As we arrive at the hotel, I see that Auntie Alice has been waiting in the lounge long before, along with a young girl next to her. When they see us appear, they come towards us with smiles on their faces.

Auntie Alice: Vic, MC, it’s been a long time!

MC: Hello, Auntie Alice!

Victor: Auntie, we’re a bit late. It seems that everything’s all set on Vera’s side here.

Auntie Alice: You’re both busy, so it’s very good that you could be here.

Auntie Alice: Vera keeps saying that she wants to see you guys, and wanted me to make sure the invitations have definitely been sent to you.

The girl on the side comes up to me with a beaming smile on her face, takes my hand and shakes it.

Vera: You’re my sis-in-law, right? Finally, I get to see you in person!

MC: Hello, Vera.... eh?!

This title comes so very naturally to her to the extent that it takes me several seconds to react, and the temperature on my face ascends in hindsight.

MC: Umm, I’m MC. Congratulations on your wedding!

Vera: Thank you, sis-in-law!

MC: ....

Facing Vera’s enthusiastic smile, I feel somewhat at my wits’ end and subconsciously glance back at Victor.

He seems to have long since foreseen this outcome. With a somewhat helpless upward curve at the corners of his lips, he wraps his arm around my waist inadvertently and brings me back to his side.

Victor: MC is a few years younger than you, just call her by her name.

Vera: Oops. Anyway, she will be my sister-in-law in the future!

Victor: My aunt hasn’t even said anything, and you’re already being worried about other people first.

Vera pouts and comes up to my side again, and whispers to me.

Vera: Don’t be fooled by that exaggerated expression of my cousin. He is probably secretly feeling happy.

Vera: Sis-in-law, tomorrow I’ll give you the “black box” of bouquet, so you guys will have to return earlier before my wedding reception.

As soon as the words leave her mouth, the sound of guests conversing can be heard coming from the doorway again. Auntie Alice smiles and pats Vera, gesturing towards the door.

Auntie Alice: There are a bit too many guests here at the moment. Your cousin.... they’ve travelled a long way, so let them rest for a while.

Vera: All right. MC, can you come by later and help me with inspecting my style for tomorrow?

MC: I don’t have much experience. I can only help a little....

Vera: That’s okay, it will suffice!

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Later in the day, I head towards Vera’s room to look for her. As soon as I walk in the door, I see a few girls gathered together. It should be her bridesmaids’ group.

Their figures and hairstyles are more or less alike. If it weren’t for Vera wearing a wedding gown, I almost wouldn’t have recognized her.

Vera: Sis-in-law, you’re here! Come on, come on, I’ve something interesting to tell you.

Vera hands everyone a box. I open it, only to find that there is a “wedding gown” inside, exactly the same as the one she is wearing.

The girls beside me and I freeze. We stare at each other in dismay for a moment.

MC: This is....

Vera: There will be a small game before the wedding ceremony officially begins tomorrow. These are the props.

Vera: When the moment comes, we will dress up exactly the same, put on our masks and stand together. Then we will ask my husband to find me out from among us.

Vera: How is it? Isn’t this sort of feeling of destiny super romantic!

Bridesmaid: Romance is romantic. But what’s to be done if your husband is wrong?

Vera: It’s because I believe he can’t be mistaken that I dare to play this game.

Vera: So the arrangement is settled. Thank you everyone!

As I’m preparing to go back to the room with my “bridesmaid’s dress”, my phone in my pocket rings out all of a sudden. Victor’s name appears on the screen.

Victor (on the call): Do you have the room card?

I feel around in my pocket and find that I haven’t taken it along with me on my way out.

MC: I don’t.... aren’t you in the room at the moment?

Victor (on the call): Mm, after you left, the groom’s side also contacted me to lend a hand. I’m outside right now.

Victor (on the call): Why don’t you go back to Vera’s and wait for a while? I’ll be back soon.

MC: I’m coming to you!

MC: It’d be perfect as I also want to see what surprises you guys are preparing.

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✧ [Section 3] ✧

Following the location sent by Victor, I turn into a nearby small side street.

The setting sun spreads a layer of sprinkled golden splendor across the narrow streets. The small stores lined on either side of the streets are reminiscent of finding a sanctuary on the back of the passage of time, quiet and comfortably elating.

When I’m about to reach the end point of the route, I suddenly catch the sound of a melodious music drifting to my ears. I accelerate my footsteps and see Victor’s figure at the source of the sound.

It’s a modest shop, surrounded by shelves on all sides, each self filled with records and CDs.

Victor is sitting on the rug, conscientiously selecting a few vinyl records scattered around his hands.

His coat folds out with soft creases along with his movements, adding a little more leisure and casualness to him that belongs uniquely to the holidays.

It seems a bit aggrieving for a person of about six feet to be squeezed into such a small space, yet he looks just as usual, seemingly not caring about this at all.

Hearing the sound of movements at the doorway, he lifts his eyes to mine, meeting my gaze that’s been lingering on him.

Victor: [HOW DO YOU MAKE YOUR VOICE SOUND LIKE THAT AKSKSGHG] This time you actually didn’t get lost.

MC: It was still difficult for me to not stump through this distance!

MC: But why are you in a record store? Is there something you want to prepare here?

Victor: Nope, I was just here to confirm a few things.

Victor: The reason I’m still waiting here is because a certain someone said she wanted to come over and have a look.

Victor lifts the corners of his lips slightly, gesturing towards me with the record in his hand.

Victor: Come here. Let’s satisfy your curiosity.

I sit back straight against Victor and put on the headphone he hands me.

According to him, this record store has a special service. The groom precisely requested him to come over and confirm the reservation of this service.

There’s a momentary murmur in the headphones, soon followed by a slightly clamorous ambient sound.

The sound of people chatting and cheering, the gentle clinking of glasses and plates, and the faint sound of music in the background. It sounds very much like the sound recording of a party.

I listen for a while, then open my mouth with slight hesitation.

MC: So.... this album is full of sound recordings?

Victor: Hmm, can you hear what the scenario is?

MC: It seems like a party.... wait!

My ears happen to capture the somewhat familiar words, and I suddenly realize the answer.

MC: I heard someone say “I do”. It’s a wedding!

Victor: Not truly slow-witted.

Victor: Since so many people come here to arrange their weddings, the owner of this shop thought of using sound as a memento for the newlyweds.

Victor: By collecting the live soundtracks from the scene and burning them onto a record, it easily becomes something people can preserve forever.

As I listen to the all kinds of confessions of love and vows unceasingly resounding in my ears, a sweetness floods my heart.

Whether it’s the culmination of a romance or the beginning point of a marriage, the wedding is perhaps the crowning moment of a relationship between two persons.

It must be a feeling of extraordinary happiness to keep the sentiments of this moment alive, and relive them from time to time.

MC: It seems that Vera’s fiancé is also a very thoughtful person.

MC: By the way, would you like to guess what mission Vera has assigned me with?

I take off my headphones, turn around to face Victor and lift the bag in my hand. He takes the bag and glances at it, slightly raising an eyebrow.

Victor: She wants you to be a bridesmaid?

MC: Strictly speaking, not exactly a bridesmaid. She just wants me to play a little game with her.

I briefly explain Vera’s plan. Hearing what I said, Victor sighs softly.

Victor: [sighs extremely softly] She’s really good at finding things for other people to do.

Victor: You two.... one really dares to arrange, and the other really dares to say yes.

MC: I think it’s pretty great. Her fiancé must be very familiar with her temperament and particulars.

MC: Let’s say for a change, if you were the one standing among people of similar appearance, I’m certain that I’d recognize you immediately.

Victor looks at me, and suddenly burbles with mirth.

Victor: [laughs softly] If you can’t even do that, then you’re truly a dummy.

MC: It seems that CEO Victor still trusts in my way of looking at things!

Victor: I’m just saying, you don’t need to prove such things to me.

Victor: Looking into a certain someone’s eyes is enough for me to accept something as true.

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First thing in the next morning, the game of “The Real or The Fake Bride” begins as planned.

We girls all line up. The very first person the groom walks up to is me, who is standing at the very edge of the line.

Groom: May I see your left hand?

I hold out my left hand, and soon hear his response.

Groom: Thank you.

He walks towards the other girls, proposing to look at each one’s left hand.

Just as I’m recalling what’s so special about Vera’s left hand, a sudden gasp emerges from the crowd.

Witnesses: Isn’t it a bit too soon to be certain? May we ask, what’s the basis of your judgement?

Groom: Vera usually plays the violin very often, and has calluses on the fingertips of her left hand.

Groom: Furthermore, she had also been wearing the engagement ring on her left middle finger earlier, leaving a slight indentation.

[Trivia]: According to the Chinese tradition, engagement rings are worn on the middle fingers. According to the beliefs, middle finger represents “yourself”. And the wedding ring is worn on the ring finger which represents “your life partner”. Together, they become “ring fingers” and it’s impossible to separate these two fingers from each other, representing the eternal bond. ♡

Witnesses: Well then, now please take off her mask——

I can’t help but extend my neck to look over. The groom gently unties the knot of her mask and is instantly greeted with Vera’s delighted smile.

MC: He succeeded!

My voice is instantly submerged into the cheers and roars of the crowd, the atmosphere bustling with noise and excitement all at once.

I try to untie the knot of my mask, but perhaps the hairstyle is a bit complicated, and I’m unable to succeed even after trying for a while.

Just as I’m becoming somewhat anxious, a familiar soft sigh resounds from behind me.

?? (Victor): [softest of voices] Let me do it.

The knot at the back of my head is easily freed from its restraints. As the mask falls off, a hand catches it just in time.

I raise my head. And sure enough, I look into a pair of eyes that I’ve most wanted to see.

MC: Victor! Why did you come over all of a sudden?

Victor: There’s a dummy who’s fooling around here. I couldn’t just leave her alone, could I?

MC: But I’ve been wearing a mask the whole time. How did you know it was me?

Victor: What’s so difficult to guess about that?

Victor: A person who has a hundreds of ways to get herself in trouble, who else would it be but you?

MC: Owh, it turns out you only recognized me just now....

I deliberately switch my tone to one of some disappointment, and just as I avert my gaze, the person in front of me pinches my cheek.

Victor: [sulking 1.0] I see that some people are becoming more and more adept in playing the game of “changing expression”.

Victor: [still sulking but 1.5] I was able to recognize you by the way you walk and your standing posture alone, right at the moment you showed up.

Victor: [sulking 2.0] ’Satisfied with this answer?

I glance at his slightly grudging yet earnest expression and blink, before finally raising the smile I’ve been holding back for half a day.

MC: Satisfied! I knew our CEO Victor has always had an all-seeing-mind, like the torch!

Victor: ....enough with the silly laughter cause you’re satisfied. Come on, let’s head to the church.

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✧ [Section 4] ✧

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[Note]: Throughout the entire church scene, MC reminisces their wedding rehearsal from “Deep Love Date”, starting from the moment Victor leads her to the end of the isle till the moment he removes her engagement ring and they put wedding rings on each other, and he says his vow. Even though the EN translation differs slightly, but Victor’s vow and the groom’s vow here is exactly the same in CN. So if you can, I will very, very, VERY HIGHLY recommend reading/revising that particular scene from “Deep Love Date” before encountering the next scene.... 🥺

Link with the timestamp: Here ♡

As I watch the bride walk down the long red carpet to the sound of the music, I can’t help but feel a twinge of mixed emotions.

With your loved ones at hand, and your beloved waiting at the end of the path — this whole journey seems to be leading to the another part of your life.

I subconsciously think of that wedding rehearsal, when Victor had also held my hand and led me through such a long path. I had stumbled along the whole journey, but I still persevered.

The bride walks to the front of the stage and her father hands her over to the groom. Just at this moment, my left hand is also wrapped in a warmth.

I turn my head to look at the man beside me. But Victor is still looking ahead, just stroking the back of my hand with his thumb.

The priest begins to recite the vows. I have no other choice but to suppress my puzzlement for the time being, and withdraw my gaze.

The cameras and recording equipment in the corners operate silently, recording this solemn moment.

The familiar phrases, the expected answers— I listen in silence, but my mind constantly keeps going back to that rehearsal, the continuous progression of this situation.

Priest: The rings will represent the binding of the vows they have made. Now, please exchange the wedding rings.

Victor: [Idk how to describe his voice AKSJSJSHSH] ’Still remember how to do it?

Victor’s voice suddenly rings out, his tone tinged with a bit of a laughter— as though he, too, is thinking of that panic-stricken but beautiful memory.

I nod. In the next second, I feel his fingers fumbling around and squeezing the root of my middle finger.

I hold my breath, all my perceptions centralized on the finger he is holding.

Groom: With this ring, this symbol of love——

The warmth on the root of my finger slowly slides toward my fingertip, as if to temporarily pluck the past that once lingered there.

Very soon, that smear of warmth climbs to the tip of my ring finger, sliding down with a gentle and extremely cherishing touch.

It’s like.... he is putting a ring on me.

Groom: —— In the name of The Father, The Son and The Holy Spirit, I give you all of me.

That prolonged past melts into his caressing, as though it’s being branded onto the root of my finger little by little.

It’s been a really long time since I last heard these words. But even if I didn’t have the records to help me record them, the memory hasn’t faded.

As saying the vows on the stage comes to an end, the audience breaks into loud and clear applaud, the incessant clamors concealing my chaotic and pounding heartbeat.

....Until the end of the wedding ceremony, I feel somewhat dizzy.

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As we leave the venue, looking at the bouquet Vera has left for me and the “wedding gown” on my body, I suddenly wish that this moment won’t dissipate so quickly.

The slight salty sea breeze brushes lightly against the petals. I stop in my tracks, and so does the person next to me.

Victor: What’s wrong?

MC: ....I’m a bit unable to walk.

I make a random excuse. Victor studies my expression, and I don’t know if he’s realized something or not, he suddenly smiles.

Victor: The parking lot isn’t far from here.

MC: Hmm.... I don’t really want to take the car today.

Victor: Then.... you require me to carry you on my back or in my arms?

Suddenly recalling that scene when he carried me in his arms throughout the whole way during the rehearsal, I turn red in the face and hurriedly wave my hand to and fro.

[Note]: MC is referring to the scene from “Deep Love Date” when he bridal carried her. ♡

MC: There are too many people here, so let’s not! I was just thinking that it’s still early and wanted to walk a little slower.

Victor: [laughs softly] All right, where do you want to go?

MC: How about a visit to the sea?

Victor nods, and takes me by the hand. I follow him around a corner, and we stop in front of a row of rental bicycles.

He reads the instructions for a while, and quickly pushes one out by inserting coins.

MC: Why are you renting a bicycle?

Victor: It’s still a few kilometers from here to the beach. I don’t think you will be able to last that long in high heels.

Victor: It’s not too speedy and we will be able to rest properly along the way. The bicycle is just right.

MC: But, I may not be able to ferry you.

Victor: [sighs helplessly] ....are you a dummy?

I’m stunned for a moment, watching as Victor strides onto the bicycle with his long legs. He then turns around and pats the back seat.

Victor: This is your seat.

MC: Y-you actually can ride a bicycle?

Seeing my expression of not daring to believe, Victor gives me a speechless look.

Victor: After all this time, you still have a lot of strange impressions of me.

Victor: So, do you dare to sit?

MC: Of course I do! I’m rest assured that CEO Victor can ride a bicycle!

With that said, I very carefully lift my dress and sit down, and cautiously hold onto his waist from the side.

Who knows how long it’s been since the great CEO last rode a bicycle....

Before I can finish my silent grumbling, the bicycle has already started to move forward steadily. The person in front of me frees his one hand, pulling me in to let me hug him a little tighter.

Staring at his tall back, I cannot help repeating myself.

MC: CEO Victor is quite a steady rider.

Victor: It’s the first time I’m taking someone with me. You might still fall down if you flail about.

MC: ....shouldn’t this sort of risk warning be given at the very beginning!

Victor: Who asked a certain dummy to not have any vigilance at all?

His deep voice is tinged with notes of laughter, and blowing along with the cool and refreshing sea breeze, it reaches my ears.

Despite grumbling in a low voice, I lean on his back obediently.

The landscape slowly recedes on both sides. The end of this path leads to the coast. The entire world seems to shrink into this small path, as though it can only accommodate the two of us.

I clutch the front of his coat. Immersed in this atmosphere, I don’t say anything for a very long time.

Victor: Why are you so quiet?

MC: I just suddenly feel that this seems like we’re on our honeymoon trip.

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I realize that something might be wrong and hastily stammer to change my tone.

MC: Ahh, no, I mean....

Victor: So this trip counts as our honeymoon?

MC: [confused] Eh?

Victor: My bride, you shouldn’t be so easily contented.

Victor: Besides, the sequence of process isn’t over yet. I suggest her to be a little more patient.

MC: You, this is cheating and it wasn’t our wedding just now....

Relying on the fact that he won’t be able to see my expression cause I’m hiding behind his back, I clear my throat in feigned calmness and divert the subject.

MC: But on that note, have you ever wondered what your ideal wedding would look like?

Victor: Except for the one next to me, I haven’t ever given any thoughts to the other specifics.

Victor: Whether the ceremony is ideal or not, it will depend on whether or not the smile on her face is silly enough.

MC: There are so many things that can make her giggle, for example Souvenir’s cake tower!

I feel that Victor seems to incline his head, his tone laced with the laughter I expected.

Victor: [laughs softly] It can be considered.

MC: And how about some slightly sweet wine so that she doesn’t get drunk easily?

Victor: [the laugh grows even softer] All right.

MC: And she also wants a super long and touching confession of love from the groom!

Victor: ....how long do you want it to be?

MC: Hmm.... it has to be at least as much as the annotations you’ve made to my proposals.

At these words, Victor’s cycling movements seem to pause for a moment. I can’t help but hide behind his back and laugh out loud.

MC: HAHAHA CEO Victor, don’t be nervous. I’m just kidding~ Actually, it doesn’t need to be complicated like that.

MC: After all, simply sitting in the back seat of your ride is enough to keep me laughing in a silly manner all afternoon.

Victor: Mm, I don’t have to look to know it’s silly.

Victor: However, in this matter, you have the right to reach for a yard after taking an inch.

The corners of my lips rise even higher, and I straighten myself up, using his shoulder as the cushion to rest my chin on.

The path ahead stretches perfectly straight. As I gaze towards the looming shoreline at the end, I recall the way Vera looked as she walked towards her groom.

After the happiness of the wedding day, what will await the newlyweds?

MC: Victor, how do you think it’d be like to spend the rest of your life with another person?

Victor: Why are you asking this?

MC: Because it’s a bit difficult to imagine....

MC: The wedding is a blissful event because it’s a new starting point.

MC: There are also many people who say that marriage is the “destination of love”. But either way, it’s just a juncture.

MC: What exactly is it the two people who accompany each other to the end experience?

Victor: Dummy. Don’t be hemmed by these so-called definitions.

I freeze for a moment, looking up from behind him.

Victor: Marriage is only a legal constraint. In reality, what you truly experience is still “life”.

Victor: The kind of person you choose to be with is the kind of life you choose for yourself.

Victor: The feelings between two persons are incapable of becoming the whole of life. But they can give people the courage to dare to face their choices.

The path ahead of us is not smooth, and the bicycle jolts slightly as well. His voice is intermittent, but I can hear every single word vividly.

A gust of see breeze blows in, and I tighten my arms around his waist, increasing my volume slightly as I ask him the question.

MC: Then you must’ve had enough courage to make your choice, am I correct?

Victor: I’ve had, indeed. I just don’t know what my chosen “the one” thinks.

The bicycle slows down slightly, and the person in my arms turns back to look at me.

Victor: If I ask you here and now, what will be your answer?

The bright sunlight warms his gaze with scorching temperature, and the sight before me sinks deeply into my eyes.

Victor: [HIS VOICE SENT ME HIGH ABOVE IN THE CLOUDS I SWEAR] MC, do you dare to marry me?

As though knowing my billowing heart, the sea breeze willfully ruffles my wedding veil, revealing to him all my bewilderment and elation.

MC: ....before I answer, I also have a question I want to ask.

MC: Victor, dare you stay by my side through all the trivial and mundane events life has to offer for the rest of your life?

The sound of the waves is already close to the ears, and we are about to reach the shore at the end of the road.

But at this moment, the only existence brimming the depths of my heart and remaining before my eyes is this man in front of me.

We stare at each other in silence for a few seconds, then voice our answers in unison.

Victor & MC: I do.

As the final syllable of the sentence drops, we lift the corners of our lips in unison.

The bicycle comes to a steady stop. Victor stands up, and cradles my cheek with one hand.

The ebb and flow of tides are in my ears, and in front of me is a pair of gradually approaching eyes, which is contained entirely with my reflection.

I also tilt my head up, taking the initiative to devote myself to this courage I have chosen. The warmth of the touch takes my breath away, as though taking away the last trace of bewilderment as well.

At the end of this path is the ocean, so what?

No matter how much worrisome wind and rain we have encountered on our journey, they failed to knock down the small boat we are in together.

And the joys and sorrows of our day-to-day life has equally failed to rust this relationship in the slightest.

At this very moment, I hear my feelings perfectly, loud and clear.

As long as I’m in the same boat with him, I’m willing to go through any kind of life.

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[Tidbits]:

In case you don’t know or haven’t noticed, the proposal scene in this date is actually a play on MC’s questions from “Doomsday Date”, where she asks him the following two questions—

It specifically completes the full-circle with the same courage of choosing to spend the rest of their lives with each other; as the life is as vast than the ocean, and you need to dare to brave the tsunamis it has to offer (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ

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📞 • Calls and Moments: Here

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[T/N]: Now, Excuse me while I’m gonna go cry in a quiet little corner as this time, it wasn’t a wedding rehearsal, it wasn’t a documentary filming or arrangements for wanting to make the other one happy. THEY OFFICIALLY AND GENUINELY PROPOSED TO EACH OTHER. NOW PG GIVE THEM THEIR OFFICIAL RINGS AS HE PLEDGED BEFORE PLEASE (ᗒᗩᗕ)

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#They really be like— we’ve already done the engagement ring-wedding rehearsal and rituals fully the previous two times. How do we top that?#OWH RIGHT. LET’S POP THE QUESTION SKSPSYDKLSSJDJDKSGH #THEY GENUINELY AND OFFICIALLY—— okay I shouldn’t spoil before you guys read HAHAHA~ (ᗒᗩᗕ)#*internal screaming but really.... it’s not internal screaming* HNNNGNNN #mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mr love victor #mlqc #mr love queen's choice #mldd victor #love and producer #恋与制作人 #李泽言 #mlqc translations

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lady-phasma · 28 days

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I'm rewatching Hemlock Grove (haven't watched it in about three years, but I've seen it many times) and the opening scene with Roman made me fall for Bill Skarsgård way back in 2013 (not the gif if you haven't seen the series).

I have always wanted to write some weird Roman Godfrey fic but maybe I needed my HotD fandom to prove such nonsense was possible.

I need hd gifs though 😩

#auntie prattles #hemlock grove #bill skarsgård #fanfiction #musings

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nirikeehan · 2 years

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Happy Friday! For DADWC, I'm gonna mix it up and say something nice for Dorian for once. "Companion" from the Valentine's list?

YAAAAS thank you, I love him so much!

So poor Dorian never got a love interest in Thalia’s timeline, but they had such a deep abiding friendship I think they probably would fake date each other just to spite Thedas's elite. I played around with that idea here.

For @dadrunkwriting (and @14daysdalovers tho I'm def over the deadline, oops!)

Characters: Dorian Pavus & Thalia Trevelyan

Word Count: 954

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A cool breeze blew through the twilit garden party, a welcome reprieve from the day’s heat. Dorian held a flute of sweet red, watching the servants light the lamps. As fetes went, this one was less eventual than most. He had only overheard talk of four salacious affairs, two plotted assassinations, and a single heated argument over the acknowledgement of a love child. Orlais loved to boast its Game, but all too often he found it pedestrian to the goings-on in the Imperium.

Some dowager Comtesse with a distant Pavus relation had caught his ear, much to his chagrin. She was prattling on effervescently about finding him a good match; word of his disgrace had evidently not yet reached that particular branch on the family tree. He scanned the crowd and spotted Thalia by an ornate topiary, surrounded by similar vultures. A crease of annoyance grew ever more present in her brow.

“If you’ll excuse me, Auntie,” Dorian said, “I spy a fair young lady in need of rescue.”

The Comtesse looked to the Inquisitor and nodded in approval. “Well, dear, you’d best move quickly. They all have marriage proposals well-practiced on their tongues, mark my words.”

Smooth as silk, Dorian slipped through the idle hordes and through the opening between the suitors. He slid his arm through Thalia’s. “There you are, darling! I thought I’d lost you in these vast and beautiful gardens. And who are these fine gentlemen— ah, and lady?” he amended, noting one of the masked faces was in fact a woman. Orlesian customs were strange, but he had to admire their openness in certain social mores.

With natural grace, Thalia hooked her arm around his and leaned into Dorian’s shoulder. The Trevelyans may have locked her away in a mage prison for a decade, but under Josephine’s careful tutelage Thalia had honed her diplomatic skills. She shot him a flirtatious glance, though only he spotted the relief in her eyes. “Oh, sweet pea, you’ve arrived just in time. My friends, have you had the pleasure of meeting Dorian of House Pavus? He’s here all the way from the Tevinter Imperium.”

A round of milquetoast introductions ensued, and the rabble soon dispersed. “That ought to keep them at bay while the gossip holds out. A week or two at least.” Dorian took a sip of his wine.

“Thank you,” Thalia whispered. “I thought I’d never get rid of them.”

“It was a mutually beneficial maneuver. Auntie Dowager Comtesse over there is surely about to send a raven home to Father. He’ll think I might be cured after all.”

Thalia laughed lightly. “Perhaps we ought to give the marriage of convenience idea serious thought. It sounds like it would solve both our problems.”

“Please.” Dorian chuckled. He might have found himself hopelessly without prospects here in the south, but his friend was selling herself short. “As if there hasn’t been a certain lovelorn Commander making eyes at you from the buffet table all afternoon.”

“What?” Thalia craned her neck to see over his shoulder, where Cullen stood in all his uniformed finery. His handsome face contained barely concealed disdain for what Dorian assumed was the very concept of a fancy party. When he caught Thalia looking, his dour expression softened and a smile blossomed on his lips.

“See?” Dorian said, as Cullen managed a surreptitious wave. “You ought to go over and say hello.”

Blushing, Thalia turned away and gripped Dorian’s arm tighter. “Oh, I couldn’t.”

“And why not? A few well-placed words and you’ll have the man eating out of your hand. You know that as well as I.”

“I never said I wanted him eating out of my hand, Dorian.” Thalia’s voice sharpened. “I’m done with men throwing themselves at my mercy, thank you.”

“Come now. Cullen is nothing like Blackwa— ah, forgive me, what was his name again?” Dorian remembered, but feigned ignorance often yielded more insight than direct questions.

“Thom Rainier,” Thalia said, with the weight of a woman desperately in love.

Dorian stifled a sigh. He didn’t know that much about their interactions beforehand, but at Rainier’s judgment he had not acted like a man intending to throw himself at her mercy. In fact, he’d seemed quite furious at the prospect of being rescued and atoning for his sins. Thalia knew it too — Dorian could hear it in her tone. He was not sure what she had expected from the whole affair, but if it was gratitude, she certainly hadn’t received it.

She deserved better than a man so intent upon self-destruction.

“Cullen is nothing like Rainier,” Dorian said, keeping his voice low. Among the Orlesian nobility, the name still inspired vehemence. He had only recently withdrawn from a conversation lamenting the injustice caused by Rainier’s escape from the noose. “He’ll eat out of your hand politely, and then thank you for the opportunity.”

Thalia’s face broke into a grin, and she had to press a hand against her mouth to stifle a laugh. “All right, you may have a point.”

“Of course I do. All of my points are excellent.” Dorian smirked into his wine glass. “So are you going over there, or must I endure yet another mopey chess game as the Commander pines after your affections?”

“Stop it,” Thalia cautioned, swatting a playful hand at his arm. She glanced behind them and her eyes widened. “That might have to wait. Don’t look now, but your dowager aunt is headed this way.”

“Oh, dear.” Dorian struck his most dashing pose. Romance could be fickle, but friends one could act out elaborate ruses with didn’t happen along every day. “Shall we take our places?”

They shared a conspiratorial giggle, and composed themselves for the encore.

#dragon age drunk writing circle #thalia trevelyan #dorian pavus #14daysdalovers #fics #thalia & dorian #thalia & dorian fake dating shenanigans

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browniefox · 3 years

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@wrightfamilyweek Day 2 - Investigation/Hijinks

In which an anniversary is coming up, so Trucy makes some plans.

You can also find this on AO3 right here :)

“Have fun at work, Daddy!”

Trucy runs up to Daddy and hugs him around the stomach. He kisses the top of his head.

“Mmhm, I expect your homework to be done and you to be in bed by the time I get home, alright? No exceptions!"

“Of course!”

“And no trips to Germany, alright? I’m sure you can hold off for another few months.” Daddy teases. Trucy sticks his tongue out at him and he ruffles her hair before going out the door. In a few months, she is going to actually get to go with Daddy on one of his trips to see Miles, a reconnection between the two of them since Trucy's own little trip a year ago.

As the door closes, Trucy runs over to the window and waits until she sees Daddy riding down the street on his bike, officially out of the building. Her homework is already done, most of it finished during class time and the rest of it finished up during recess and on her way home from school. Walking while writing had made her numbers come out a little odd, but it didn’t matter, because now she had hours and hours of time to work.

She stops by the fridge, staring up at the calendar. It’s four weeks away from the date circled in red, and two weeks from the date that sits ominously empty. It’s plenty of time, though.

Trucy makes a lap around the office, double-checking that the windows are locked just like Daddy does every time before leaving. Everything seems safe and sound, so she grabs her backpack and leaves, making sure she has the spare key and locking the door behind her. Daddy won’t be home until late, but she’s still going to make care to be home with plenty of time to spare. The meer idea of putting him through the same fear of last year sits in her chest like a promise.

It’s a few bus-stops to get to Gummy and Maggey’s house. They’re both out at the moment, so Trucy finds the spare key in the fake rock and lets herself in. She’s spent a lot of time over here by now, and the couple has spent alot of time over at the office, the big and towering man she’d met at the airport transforming into a familiar and lovable family friend.

She skips over to the closet, pulling out the supplies stuck in there. Streamers and confetti, magic wands and fake flowers, tumbling out from where Gummy had helped her shove them in last time. She looks down at the supplies and begins organizing it into the different acts that they’re associated with. There’s a lot of pieces, a lot to get over to the Wonder Bar eventually. Keeping so much of it over here makes it harder to practice back at home, but that’s kind of the point, even if it’s really annoying.

Gummy and Maggie came home after an hour, setting their things down and chatting about their day while Gummy starts dinner. The smell fills the house, warm and comforting. Trucy likes the Gumshoe house. It’s not too big, but not too small either. Gummy and Maggey used to clean it up before she came over, but they’ve stopped making that special little change for her, and so she gets to see it all lived in, a sock strewn here, a few dishes left out, pillows lying wherever they were last placed. Small things that make the place not a house but a home. She’s never had a home like this one, and oh there are sometimes where she’ll be lying on the couch and imagine what it would be like to stay here.

She knows she could.

Daddy has made it clear that if she ever felt dissatisfied with the cramped office, with him, all she has to do was say something. Gummy and Maggey have mentioned, before, that they’d be willing to take her in if anything ever happened to Daddy. Gummy had laughed about all the sorts of injuries Daddy tended to accrue, recounting a story about Daddy getting amnesia before a case - Trucy knew that one, she’d read it a bit ago.

Trucy doesn’t want to leave the cramped little office.

After dinner, Trucy uses Gummy’s phone. Gummy and Maggey know how to set up her stuff for a performance by now - they’ve already agreed to be her stage crew for the performance. While they’re doing that, Trucy calls up Aunty Maya.

“How’s my favorite magician doing?” Maya answers, and Trucy can hear the smile in her voice.

“Working on her next trick.” Trucy replies. Maya makes a humming sound.

“Well, things are going well on our end over here. Are you sure about the color? You don’t want to go darker?” Maya asked.

“Nope! It’s, well, there’s a reason for the shade.” Trucy says. She can hear Maya hum in understanding over the receiver.

“Well, I’m almost finished with it, although I’ll probably come up soon just to make sure everything is right. Pearly says hi, by the way.”

“Oh! Is she there?! Is she there?! Hi Pearls!” Trucy shouts over the phone and gets a distant and soft ‘hi Trucy!’.

“When I come down I’ll bring Pearly with me, don’t worry. If I didn’t,she might just run the whole way over there anyway!” Maya laughs and Trucy laughs along.

“If everything’s working out, then I’m gonna have to go. I need to make sure the rest of the show is ready to go!” Trucy says.

“Alright, alright, just say you’re afraid I’m going to start prattling on about the new season of Rubber Samurai. But you know there-”

“Love you Aunty Maya bye!” Trucy hits the end call button still chuckling to herself. She hopes that Aunty Maya makes true on her promise to come back down and to bring Pearls before the big day, but if she doesn’t then Trucy guesses she can wait that long, even if it’ll be agonizing.

She stares at the next number for a long long while before finally hitting the call button.

The phone rings once, twice, three times before he picks up.

“Gumshoe, this had better be fucking import-”

“Hi, Miles!” Trucy chirps. There’s silence on the other end.

“... who is this?” Miles grumbles.

“Trucy Wright!”

“Trucy?!” Miles sounds a little more awake now.

“Yup!”

“Ms. Trucy… why are you calling me at… three in the morning?” Miles groans.

“Th… three in the… OH!” Trucy gasps, feeling her face flush in embarrassment. She’d completely forgotten to take into account time differences. “Oh my god, Miles, I’m so sorry, it’s pretty late here and-”

“It’s, it’s fine Ms. Trucy. Just tell me what you were calling about… from Gumshoe’s phone? Is your father alright?” Worry creeps into Miles voice.

“Oh, yes, Daddy’s fine! Daddy’s just at work right now, and I went over to Gummy and Maggey’s! We had spaghetti and meatballs for dinner, and then we’re gonna play a card game, and then Gummy is gonna drive me back to the office ‘cause it’s all dark now!” Trucy says.

“Ms. Trucy, I don’t mean to sound rude, but again, it is three a.m. here…” Miles sighs.

“Right! Right, um… Mr. Edgeworth, do you think you could help me with a little something.”

“I’m going to need a bit more information than that.”

Trucy rattles off her little plan into the phone. Miles stays silent for the entire explanation, only grunting here and there to assure her that he is still awake and listening on the other end.

“... this is very short notice.” Miles says.

“Oh,” Says Trucy, looking down at her feet, “Well, that’s okay, I’m sure together, the rest of us-”

“I never said I wouldn’t do it, just that next time you’re planning something like This, please, tell me about it a little more ahead of time.”

“Okay! Yeah! Next time! And this time… you can do it?” She double checks.

“Yes, you can count on me, Ms. Trucy.”

“Thank you! Um, I’ll let you get back to sleep, thank you!”

Trucy skips back into the kitchen, where Gummy and Maggey have set up a board game. She still has her show to practice a bit more, and even now thinking about it she’s a little nervous, but she’s found she’s more excited. It’s coming together.

oOo

“Please, Daddy, please, come and see my show tonight? Pleaseeeee?”

Phoenix lets out a long sigh. Trucy is bouncing around in excitement in front of him. She’s already done her stage makeup, and he’d helped her put little weaving braids into her hair. Most of it will be covered up by her hat, but there are usually moments during the performance where the hat comes off, and so she needs to look amazing no matter what’s going on. Phoenix is fine to help her with this, but on today of all days, all he wants to do is sit in his office, read through old case files, and mourn what he has lost.

He was disbarred two years ago. That both feels like too much and not enough time. For the most part, he likes to think that he’s been coping with it well. He’s been working, and raising Trucy, and he’s had some other little things in the works, but on today of all days, it’s so hard to focus and not feel the ache of what was taken from him, of what he’s lost, of those who have come to his door in the past couple years looking for help and having to be turned away.

“Trucy, baby,” Phoenix starts, trying to let her down easy, but Trucy stomps her foot.

“No, Daddy, please, just, just come? To the show? Please?” She begs.

She’s been 'off' all week, too quiet and then too talkative in bursts that serve to confuse Phoenix. Now, there’s something almost akin to fear in her eyes, and it tugs at Phoenix’s heartstrings.

“Alright, sweetie, let me just,” He looks down at himself, still in sweatpants and a hoodie. He’d meant to get dressed today, but even now he’s struggling to find the energy to get into something better, and eventually he just says lamely, “Put some shoes on.”

He gets a pair of beat-up sneakers on and walks outside with Trucy, who is still vibrating with energy. He considers for a moment that perhaps he should buy a new pair of shoes, but then he sees Trucy’s cape, starting to look thread-bare in places and sitting so much shorter on her than it did two years ago. It used to fall to cover her almost completely in a mysterious sort of way, but now you can see her entire hands. Trucy has told him before it’d be fine, her cape had been too long anyway, but maybe he should start to consider how to get her something new and nice. Things for himself could be put off as long as they needed to be.

The ride down to the Wonder Bar is quiet between them, Trucy sitting on his handlebars with careful balance. The first five times they did it, Phoenix had been worried about her falling off or something, but now it was routine if they had anywhere they both had to be and didn’t have the time to puzzle through bus schedules or the budget for a taxi.

Phoenix recognizes some of the people in the Wonder Bar, and Mr. Wunderbar himself comes over and greets.

“Ah, Ms. Wright, so glad to see you! Your assistants are already backstage.” Mr. Wunderbar says. Phoenix’s brow furrows.

“Assistants? You mean the your staff?” Phoenix asks.

“Alright thanks Mr. Wunderbar Daddy find a seat love you bye!” Trucy says in one breath and runs over to the stage.

“This way, Mr. Wright. Trucy asked that we have a table upfront reserved just for you.” Mr. Wunderbar leads the way to one of the tables close to the stage, which does indeed have a a ‘Reserved’ marker on it. Phoenix feels suddenly self conscious in his outfit. He’d been planning to sit in the back, where nobody could see him, and he feels like everybody in the bar, waiting for Trucy to perform, are staring at him.

Mr. Wunderbar took his order and then slipped away. Phoenix drumms his fingers on the table, a cowardice sweeping through him with such force that he almost gets up and walks away. Something odd is going on, and it's making him even more nervous.

“Oh good, Trucy was really worried you wouldn’t show up.”

Phoenix jumps at the familiar voice, and spins around to see Maya and Pearls.

“Wh- hey, what are you two doing here?!” Phoenix jumps up and hugs both of them, “And especially what’s Pearls doing in here?”

“Mr. Wunderbar says that so long as nobody at our table orders drinks, he’ll allow it this once.” Maya says, sitting down, and Pearls sits on the other side of Phoenix, sandwiching him between the Fey’s.

“But why are you two-”

“Now Nick, do you really think we’d let you spend today on your own to mope?” Maya sets her hands on her hips. Phoenix looks away. He doesn’t point out that they didn’t last year, because it’s not their responsibility to look after him. Maya has her own life she’s living. She had texted and called him, though, regularly, throughout the day, at random intervals. She threatened that if he didn’t pick up any of the times, she’d be coming over right way, “I’ll admit, though, clearly we came mostly to see Trucy perform. Right Pearls?”

“Yeah! She’s so amazing, Mr. Nick! And we also had to bring the-” Pearls starts to say, but Maya puts a finger to her lips and shushes Pearls, who’s mouth slams shut.

“... alright, enough of this, what’s going on?” Phoenix asks more plainly.

“So she still hasn’t seen fit to tell you yet?”

And then, slipping into the fourth seat at the table, is Miles. Miles, in California, in the flesh, in the Wonderbar.

“M-Miles! What are you doing here?”

“Your daughter had a simple request, and I obliged.” Miles sniffs, “You look,” Miles regards Phoenix and Phoenix looks away, wishing he’d brought something to cover his head as well, “Alright, all things considered.” He ends.

“No need to sugar coat it, Miles.” Phoenix laughs bitterly.

“I’m not. You seem to forget you’re not the only one who has gone through some trying times.”

Before Phoenix can formulate anything to say to that, the lights in the bar dim. The curtain lifts, but there’s a sheet behind it, so that all once can see of Trucy is her silhouette.

“Now introducing… Trucy Gramraye!” The announcer booms, and there’s some applause, even though nothing’s happened yet, Trucy still not seen.

“There are times that we, in life, come to a crossroads,” Trucy’s voice booms through the speakers over a mystical sounding soundtrack, “ Where we our lives take sudden changes.”

Oh, Phoenix thinks, heart plummeting to the bottom of his stomach, a theory forming in his mind, She wanted me here for her Last Show. Did something happen that made her want to stop being a magician? He’s tried to be supportive, even though he’s had some trouble keeping track of the supplies she needs, and how to help her out, with her teaching him far more than he can possibly teach her about this stuff. He’s offered to get in touch with Max Galactica, but Trucy had made it plain her opinion of that magician.

“Sometimes, you need to say things. And sometimes actions - and appreances - speak louder than words.”

Phoenix almost wants to stand up, to shout at her that no, he doesn’t want her to give up her magic just because she thinks it’s going to make him happy, but he’s frozen in his seat as the sheet of paper hiding his daughter from view is torn through and fog comes rolling out… but she’s not there.

In a puff of smoke, Trucy appears on top of his table. She winks down at him, the spot light finding her.

Her red hat and cape and bag are all gone, replaced by pale blue versions. New, lovingly crafted, and Trucy puts her hands above her head in a pose.

“I am Trucy Gramarye, but your little witch in red is now a magician in blue. Sorry if I startled anybody by coming… out of the blue like that?” Trucy says. She smiles, twirls around, and in another puff of smoke she’s gone. The room goes dark.

The spotlight finds her back on the stage, still in the strange blue uniform.

“Wh-what- when did she-”

“You know, in Kurain, we have to make all our own clothes.” Maya says with a mischievous little smirk.

“You mean you-”

“She wanted to put together something to make sure you weren’t too sad today.” Maya explains, smiling.

Phoenix does his best not to cry so that he doesn’t miss any bit of the show.

When it’s done, Mr. Wunderbar brings over another chair and Trucy sits with them. Phoenix spends the evening surrounded by his friends, by his family, and staring at Trucy’s new outfit. Blue, just like his old suit, he thinks.

“Do you like it?” She asks, surprisingly shyly, right before bed. Phoenix grins, picks her up, and twirls her around.

“You look amazing sweetie. You know, you didn’t have to go through all that just for me.”

“I didn’t do it just for you.” Trucy defends, “I did it because I wanted to! And because I love you!”

“I love you too Truce.”

Tomorrow morning, reality will set in again. He’ll have work, and maybe all the grief he was able to put off today will make a forceful comeback, but tonight he knows he’s loved, and that Trucy wants to be a part of his world, wants to be a part of his broken little family, and maybe that’s all that really matters in the end.

#ace attorney #wrightweek21 #phoenix wright #trucy wright #fanfic #fanfiction #browniefox speaks #browniefox writes

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Daruk squinted at Impa in confusion.

“Uhhhhh. You’re gonna what now?”

“A! DUEL!” Impa boomed, dramatically, trying to attract as much attention as possible. If anything, her commanding voice put the other scrambling villagers at ease. “A duel...between the darkness and the light! A prattle...B-BATTLE for the soul of Sheikah life!”

Impa checked the red inked notes on her left forearm again. “I’ve waited for this day for many nights. Zavis, your terror dies upon my light!”

Zavis crossed his arms as he stood on top of the hill, tapping his foot.

“You rhymed the word ‘light’ twice...” he mumbled.

“SHUT UP, NERD!” Impa pulled up her sleeve again, and brandished her kodachi. “No one else needs to get hurt, except YOU! If you’re so confident in yourself, you’ll fight me one on one!”

“I tempting offer, but I must decline.” He walked casually across the towering hilltop, back to the forest. “But if you live, you may have what is mine! Find you way up here, dear cousin Asu! For when you tire of these monsters, I may then easily slay you! MWAHAHAHAHA!”

The forest behind him then erupted with another round of red and blue bokoblins, trampling over each other as they walked down the path.

Impa pulled down her sleeve again, reading through her notes, before turning towards to crowd.

“A coward such as he must have no soul! These moments with him free is inexcusable! Why has no one stopped his evil deeds, is no one up for this job except me? No honor to even face me alone, but by my blade, I swear to BREAK HIS BONES.”

She turned to stare Zavis in the eyes at that last part, but when returning her gaze to the crowd, she saw they were a little put off by it. Impa went to read from her forearm again, but she caught Urbosa in the background waving a hand across her neck intensely in a “cut it” motion, and Daruk was shaking his head back and forth with his lips in a tight frown. Were they not a fan of theater? Impa wasn’t either, but she didn’t think her acting was that horrible.

“Ahem...Anyway.” She coughed to renew the momentum. “They only reason you haven’t been beat yet, it because your dumb MOM has been protecting your useless ass. You haven’t been able to do anything out of your own merit!”

The crowd gasped and hummed “oooo” at that comment. Impa even heard someone whisper, “Oh shit, she pulled the mommy card.”

“And while her incompetency, along with the old king’s, have allowed for your victory, it won’t be the same story when it comes to me! For I have...” She gestured towards Daruk and Urbosa, “The POWER of friendship!”

Zavis scrunched his eyebrows, obviously a bit annoyed at the change in script. But the crowd, somehow, clapped enthusiastically at Impa’s words. Even Daruk brought his hands up, but Urbosa calmly forced them down. Good call, they need to look as cool as possible right now.

“My treasure Champion companions, Lady Urbosa and Lord Daruk! We were brought together thanks to the leadership of Her Majesty, Queen Mallory! Let us prevail were others have not! Clear the way of monsters, while I take care of that Yiga scum, once and for—yeah ok, let’s just start smacking shit now...”

The initial sentence wasn’t even fully out of her mouth before Urbosa was already rushing towards the group of bokoblins. Daruk gave a polite bow to the applauding crowd, before following in to smash the monsters into the ground.

While the crowd cheered and gasped at the action, Zavis took out a bundle of bananas, and gave it a kiss goodbye, before dropping it down below. The last bunch of bokoblins that were rushing down the trail suddenly stopped charging, and instead went to pick up an eat the surprise snack. But before they even had a chance to peel them properly, Urbosa and Daruk were already taking advantage of the distraction to bash and slash them up.

As the monsters were cut down and the path cleared away, Impa disappeared in a puff of smoke and talismens, and reappeared behind Zavis, who let out a surprised yelp.

“Y-You could have teleported here this whole time?!”

“Yes! But...” Impa projected her voice so the others could hear. “Unlike some people, Zavis, I can prioritize others and their safety over my own ambitions.”

“Still, I feel it would have been faster if you had just—”

“SHUT IT, NERD!” Impa slammed Zavis onto the ground, and he felt the wind get knocked out of him. “Aren’t YOU the one who likes dramatics?” She mumbled after.

Zavis propped himself back up as he sat on the ground, Impa’s kodachi pointed at him. She frowned. “Where’s your sword?”

“Oh! Right, actually...I think I might have left it...” Zavis turned towards the house by the waterfalls, and his eyes suddenly shone with shock and fear. Man, he was a good actor.

“Impa...what the hell—”

“HaHA!” Impa boomed, keeping up the momentum of their dialogue. “It seems that the power of friendship has once again bested you! Champion Revali must have earlier disarmed you! Perfect! Now, prepare to face justice!”

Impa picked up Zavis like he was a puppy.

“You’ll survive if I drop kick you, right?”

“IMPA WAIT—!”

“TOO LATE! I MADE UP MY MIND YOU’RE NOT GETTING OUT OF THIS!” Impa chucked him down below.

“POWER PUNT OF COMPANIONSHIP!”

Impa punted Zavis down back towards the crowd, and before he could make contact with the dirt, Impa summoned a giant frog for good measure, just because she can.

Zavis dramatically fell towards his demise for the second time that day, and the rest of his strength escaped his lungs as he landed sideways on the frog’s back. Daruk immediately ran up to him and held Zavis up like a trophy.

“WOOOO! WE DID IT!!” Daruk yelled. “CHAMP-I-ONS! CHAMP-I-ONS!” The crowded clapped along with him.

Impa folded her fingers together and summoned more talismans from her pocket as she teleported back down with the rest of them.

“Man, that was way too easy! Ok, so bashing Rhoam? Check. Improving our reputation? Check. Fulfilling my lifelong dream? Check.” She walked up beside Urbosa as the crowd continued to cheer with Daruk. “Did I miss anything? I certainly did enough to establish us as heroes, right?”

Urbosa smiled warmly. “Well, I think with the danger out of the way, I think it’s an overall win in my book. You’ve certainly proven to be as capable a leader as Lady Jou.”

“Oh that’s right!” Impa snapped her fingers. “I should do another round of Zavis’ dramatic nerd words to make sure I stay as village leader.”

Lady Jou suddenly strike the ground in front of the crowd.

“Oh! Perfect timing!” Impa strutted over to Jou, who was kneeling in the dirt, and leaning against her sword. “See that everyone? Auntie Jou was so busy with her personal vendettas and dick Rhoam orders, that she even forgot to save her own people from monsters! How could we let—”

Jou started coughing blood, leaning her weight further on her sword.

Impa stopped, cautiously approaching Jou. “A-Aunt Jou?”

Moving closer, she could now see that her white dress, with gold and red trim, had a significant more amount of red than usual.

“WEEEEEEEEELLLLLLL...” a voice suddenly cut through the air, smugly.

Attention suddenly turned towards the end of the main road, where Lady Jou had come from. A Rito descended from the sky, winds whistling before abruptly dying as he landed. When he calmly perk his head up, Impa saw that half his face was devoured by malice, one of his one blue wings was covered with the dark substance completely.

“R-Revali...?”

“IMPA!” Zavis gave a desperate shout behind her.

She instinctively dodged back, just in time to avoid a blast of malice from above. All eyes left Revali, and instead focused on the man with a shit-eating grin. He was floating above them, leaning back with his arms behind his head, as if he were sitting in a bar and watching a show.

“WELL! Well! Well.” Assivus said, clapping his hands. “Lookie what we have here...”

#???#Assivus Hartell #The life of the party and then death #hku spoilers

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