#i have nothing to aay

[marimeeko]

I have a sudden, unsolicited opinion on the moment where Ochako admits that she fell in love with Izuku. Since it has been going around as one of those context-less, surface level articles on Google(I spotted it too)

So it's talking about the moment when Ochako is fighting Toga and she tells her that she fell in love with Izuku.

Does she use the exact wording? Yes.

Does that mean it's an end all declaration? Does it mean she is endgame with Izuku? I do not think so.

I don't think it's the final nail in the coffin to the argument for any other ship involving Izuku or Ochako. Here's why:

The admission is so anticlimactic.

We have known for a while that Ochako has complicated feelings about Izuku. We know that it has been a bit of a crush. And that has led to ANTICIPATION to see what becomes of those feelings.

But along the anticipation, we have also seen her going through some feelings of discomfort about the whole thing...unusual, for a supposed love interest of a Shonen manga!

So the audience has been waiting for a LONG time for something, anything, to happen between Ochako and Izuku that rewards that anticipation and that waffling on Ochakos part.

And for something like a supposed love confession, a line like "I fell in love with Izuku Midoriya", to heppen....

But NOT in a moment between Ochako and Izuku themselves, just also does not reward the anticipation that was built up.

She did not confirm and admit these feelings TO izuku. She admitted them to Himiko.

And that is the first time the audience hears her positively confirm that she had those feelings, blatantly.

But it TAKES AWAY from the actual relationship because Himiko received that confession...not Izuku.

We didn't get a charged confession between Ochako and Izuku. The relationship was STILL not mutually developed. It's still just a quality of Ochako, it says nothing about Izuku. The anticipation of Ochako having a crush, and changing, complicated feelings for Izuku and where that would eventually climax, where it would reach its peak for Ochako and Izuku both, instead is diverted. Kind of literally. Because it didn't happen at either chance they had to talk it out, to confess, she sent Izuku away when Himiko tried to trap him into a love discussion. She didnt bring it up before the war began even though they had such a calm moment to be able to do so. It didn't come out in the logical places. And now in the endgame, they have split up to fight different battles...Ochako has even exhausted everything she has right now to save Himiko and likely is out until we receive the wrap up.

So, the anticipation I mentioned, again, does not have a payout in the form of even a rushed battlefield confession because the two of them are fighting different battles.

Instead the audience is given the confirmation of "I fell in love with him" when he is not even present, when Ochako is not confessing to him or confronting him. It comes out with Toga, when she Is trying to reach out and level with her, it almost could read as a "I had a crush on the same boy" kind of statement. It comes out when saving Himiko is Ochakos main priority.

What I'm saying here is that Ochakos love confession for Izuku, which is usually a big deal in any story, is in the back seat to prioritize each of their other relationships and goals. Which is great that it is not forced upon us when there are bigger things happening, however it just does a disservice to the pairing itself when most of the feelings are expressed onesidedly, and an actual statement of love, if it's not even outdated because of changed feelings, means a lot less when it's not filling the gap between the two people in question. When the confession doesn't reach the other person.

(And I will go ahead and say that is kind of similar to how bkdk is right now as well, bc we have SO MUCH material on Katsukis side, about how he feels and how much he cares about Izuku, but not a lot on what Izuku feels or allows himself to feel about Katsuki. I will call that out as well.)

Like at this point, the best we could hope for, for Ochako and Izuku being a couple, is a very open note about it in the aftermath. Like maybe Ochako asks Izuku if he would like to get crepes with her. That's just enough given context clues to suggest to the audience that yes there are still some feelings there, she heard what he said about crepes and holding hands and took note of it, but also that Izuku himself is willing to explore those feelings as well. It would be Ochako finally choosing her feelings for Izuku, but without it being too sudden for Izuku to accept. This whole time we are not shown Izuku crushing on her at all it would be strange to have him suddenly initiate.

But anything more romantic and profound than that? Any dramatic reveal/confession of feelings, any chance for them to have a moment in the midst of war to have the "i love you" discussion? That has been bypassed time and time again. Horikoshi COULD HAVE WORKED IT IN, IF IT WERE A PRIORITY TO HAVE THEM ENDGAME. While no, romance doesn't have to be a priority in a Shonen, and Ochako has flipped the script on how she handles her feelings as a shonen love interest, Hori has demonstrated that threads and concepts of romance ARE part of his narrative.

And right now? Hot take, but the most romantic thread that Izuku, his main character, finds himself in, is whatever the hell is going on between him and Katsuki Bakugou.

You'd just think if the mc was going to be with a romantic partner, a girl, by the end of the story, something would have happened.

I feel like I'm going in circles past my point, but it boils down to Izuku not having any indication of interest in Ochako besides friendliness....the fact that the audience received confirmation of Ochako loving Izuku from her telling a 3rd party and NOT her subject, and the anticipation of that confession, built up for YEARS of this manga and animes run, of supposed feelings not really being paid off, if the two are meant to be the romantic end game. It also boils down to the fact that the anticipation of the confession had a CHANCE to occur with Izuku, the subject, multiple times. It boils down to again, ochako and Izukus relationship being romantic in anyway being little more than an after thought.

AND! it doesn't even guarantee that her feelings of love for him are still the same! We don't know for sure if she STILL loves Izuku!

So yeah. I hope this made sense, but it sure feels anticlimactic to have a love confession(supposedly) not even occur while the subject is present, where the audience can view it and celebrate that long awaited conclusion.

As always, these articles that pop up on Google leave a lot of context out, and are very face value. They saw Ochako say the L word and called it endgame. There is a reason I don't read them.

#bakudeku #bnha spoilers #bkdk #togachako #thoughts on romance in bnha #take with a grain of salt bc i could of course be wrong #but that is how it reads to me #honestly i would be satisfied with the scenario of ochako asking izuku on a little crepe date at the very end #bc it would still be believable #even if we dont know how izu feels #there is nothing that says he cant aay yes to a small casual date like that at the end pf their war #just dont call it a whirlwind romance cus its not #there also nothing wrong with izuku just not having a dtrong romantic interest in anyone #he has a lot going on it makes sense #just bc shonen USUALLY has this big romantic sideplot doesnt mean hori wont subvert it #he already has honestly #arguably tho he has got more romantic coded drama going on with Katsuki #BUT THATS JUST OPINION FROM A MULTISHIPPER WHO SPECIALIZES IN BKDK #anyway ochako is doing fantastic and i love her very much #ochako uraraka #at the end of the day horikoshis writing is pretty complex #he had already done Ochako a service by subverting the love interest character trope and having her focus on Himiko instead of Izuku

[aro-attorneys]

no but listen what really gets me about wrightworth is the comfort of it. it doesn't even need to be regarded as a romantic ship (there's so many ways to interpret their relationship anyway) in order to understand why they gravitate to the other.

every time i see wrightworth art where they simply exist. simple live together and make coffee in the morning and eat lunch somewhere and all the other mundane everyday things, i can't help but think "finally, they can just be, after everything".

their journey was so long and complicated that them being in the same room, at peace, for more than 5 minutes is so meaningful. they fought for that moment of peace. to simply be in the other's presence.

#i have definitely had someone tell me 'no they're just friends' #bc some people only accepts a good gay pairing when they kiss on screen or something /j #im not here to tell you to ship a ship. that's not a healthy way to engage w media anyway #but saying they're *just* friends is the funniest fucking thing to say #even if they aren't romantically involved their relationship would still be so special #friendship isn't a lesser form of love #okay. let them be friends then. let's strictly follow what canon has established so far #so you're telling me that phoenix fighting for 15 years to see edgeworth again is *just* some friendship? #you're telling me that edgeworth flying for hours and hours to help phoenix in 3-5 is *just* some friendship #the way edgeworth talks about phoenix in aai (both) is *just* simple friendship? #none of that has to have romantic implications. heck i really like them as queerplatonic duo even #but denying (or implying) that what they have is nothing special is so wild to me #*even* at face value this game establishes how special their relationship is #ace attorney #miles edgeworth #phoenix wright

[minimoefoe]

my mum said last night that the cat has some kind of bump on her head and I was like maybe its a tick and she was like yeah maybe but i caught her just now and she has some weird scab with pus in it on her forehead right up near her ear and it's kinda gross actually

#*mycats #cant really see much of anything there #other than theres a bump that i think is just a scab #and then there was a bunch of pus that was pretty grin #grim #i dabbed it with some paper towel a couple of times mostly pus came off on it #with a tiny bit of blood #its probs nothing crazy like she was probably just in a fight or caught her head on something when she was out an about and got a scratch #the pus does freak me out tho bc that feels like more than just a little scratch flr there to be pus there #idk #imma tell my mum when she gets home later and she what she aays #she probs wont be worried at all #hopefully she'll grab her when she can either today or tomorrow and have a proper look at it herself #bc im not confident in my description of whats really there #i just know - bunp that is probs a scab and some pus #the cats have vets in a couple of weeks anyways so itll get looked at then #but i dont want it to be a bad thing that just gets left to get worse for a couple of weeks #hipefully if we just dab it a bit with a wet cloth to just try and make sure its all clean then itll be fine #this cat is hard to catch tho #sometimes she sleeps in the living room all day/night #and sometimes we'll see her for ten minutes at a random time in the day and then not see her again for the next 18hrs #she mostly sleeps in the neighblur's garage or under another neighbours car #so like #i dont she goes far that often lmao #shes just quick and hard to catch if shes not in the mood #and im probs her least fave of the three of us lmao

[spockvarietyhour]

me: my computer's fine

your computer has a usb wifi antenna. a usb Bluetooth nubbin. a usb audio jack.

#my laptops 8yo #at one pont im gonna have to spend money on a new one #its also gotten a few shocks in its lifetime #and a new hard drive. #and occasionally some static electric shots #to aay nothing of the trackpad #oh and the touchacreen stopped working. ao i turned that off #oh and ive swapped out the keyboard at least 4 times #and said trackpad once #personal

[im-not-a-monster]

I try so hard to be accommodating

#but that means when i try to express to someone hey i am hurt by your actions i am lonely and i miss you #i feel like you have time for anyone and anything but me #they're like well im not going to do anything rhat will inconvenience myself to help with this bc obv you understand and woukdnt want me to #are aby of these other options that dont involve me having to be your friend except when its super convenient for me going to help? no? #okay then nothing will change hope this helps #and rhen it will judt build up again until i am suicidal enough to aay hey youre hurting me again and then it will judt rwpeat

[bastardsofravenkroft-blog]

the only thing on this blog i will apologize for is the occasional traumadumping.

#i do not have any other safe place to talk about my thoughts #which like yeah is not good. ik. but one of my parents hasnt had a conversation w/ me since i was 13 and the other spends every other convo #invalidating me. and anything i aay to anyone else will get back to them. #tumblr is quite literally my only escape. #like i cant tell anyone at home that all lights were too loud today i coulnt get anything done i have too many things put on me at once #all clothes are itchy theres not enough time in the day #i would be told off for this shit. or ignored. or told to get over it. or the conversation would be changed to smt that im just as uncomfyw #ffs #im sick of fucking feeling like this 24/7. and there is nothing i can do to make this situation better. at all. bc nobody will give a fuck. #anyways #/NBH #but fr if it wasnt for some of you guys my coping mechanisms would be wayyy worse. #vent #rant

[happyhauntt]

a touch of colour — eddie diaz.

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─── summary: eddie and chris' home is freakishly empty. you decide to redecorate a little.

─── pairing: eddie diaz x reader.

─── warnings & notes: fluffy fluff. no use of y/n, this was just supposed to be a short drabble but it ran aay from me and eddie might seem a little ooc but i don't even care it's so cute.

─── word count: 2.7k.

     “BUCK, CAN I BORROW YOUR KEY to Eddie’s place, please?”

     Your arrival at the station house isn’t preceded by any warning, and though it isn’t your intention to sneak up on Buck, he doesn’t seem to hear you coming. A panicked shriek tears itself from his throat as he drops what he’s holding, and the spray bottle full of cleaning fluid clatters to the floor at your feet.

     An amused smile curls at your lips as he tries to play it off, ducking his head to hide the embarrassment blossoming in bright red spots across his cheeks.

     “Uh, hey.” The words stumble out of Buck and he coughs, trying to recover what remains of his dignity. “You know, sneaking up on people isn’t good for your health. What if I’d panicked and thrown a punch or something?”

     You quirk an eyebrow at him. “You did panic, Buck. Seems like it’s worse for your health than mine. Key, please?”

     “Eddie’s just up in the loft, I can grab him if you want.”

     It’s your turn to look a little sheepish. “Please don’t. It’s a surprise. Or it will be a surprise, if you let me borrow your key. I’ll return it tomorrow, I promise, and I’m not going to let a bunch of raccoons loose in there or anything━”

     Buck blinks. The hint of a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, just enough to let you know that he’s teasing. Mostly. “I wasn’t worried, but now I am.”

     “I’m saving the raccoons for your apartment, actually,” you tell him, and now you’re not even really asking anymore, know that Buck will inevitably break because you’re Eddie’s girlfriend, and he actually likes you, and most importantly, his insatiable curiosity will not allow him to deny you. Hand outstretched, you wiggle your fingers expectantly. “Key, please.”

     He huffs at you as if you’ve asked him to scale Mount Everest in nothing but swim trunks, rather than the perfectly reasonable request you’ve actually made, and makes a show of tugging the key to Eddie’s house off the keyring before passing it along to you.

     “I have only one condition,” says Buck, a mischievous gleam in his eye as he presses the key into your palm.

     You watch him warily. You’ve been dating Eddie, and subsequently been acquainted with Buck, long enough to recognise that look. “What?”

     “Whatever you’re doing, make sure you film his reaction. I’ve got a funny feeling he’s gonna freak out.”

     A nervous laugh bubbles in your throat, and you can’t help rolling your lips together as you pocket the key. It doesn’t take a genius to know that Eddie Diaz isn’t overly fond of surprises, but… fuck, you hope this one goes down well.

      “I’ll keep you posted, Buck.” You offer him a two-fingered salute and turn on your heel, hurrying out of the firehouse before Eddie catches you sneaking around.

      What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him, right?

     Here’s the thing.

     The first time Eddie invited you back to his place, you hadn’t really seen it. A euphoric haze had clouded all rational thought in your brain, because this brilliant guy you’d fallen head over heels for was so obviously guarded, and you’d been so happy the day he’d kissed you and invited you back to his place for coffee.

     You’d been dating for three months by that point, and you’d wandered in and out of his house without really seeing anything except for him.

     Meeting Christopher had gone much the same way. On the drive over you’d been rattling with nerves so much that you’d had to pull over on the freeway and shake out the cramp in your hand after white-knuckling the steering wheel. Your heart had thudded so hard in your chest that you worried Eddie would be able to hear it from the other side of the room.

     There had been nothing to worry about, in the end, and almost a year on, you’re certain that neither of these boys can be pried out of the space they’ve created in your heart. Somehow, without really noticing, the pair of them have made a home there, built on a foundation of blood and muscle and all the love in your body.

     You’re not sure your heart would know how to beat without them now.

      And you love them, you love them, you love them both with everything you have…

     … but this damn house is driving you insane.

     There’s nothing wrong with it, in particular. It’s small and functional, perfect for the little family it shelters. Beige walls, basic furniture, sparse decorations that Eddie definitely had nothing to do with, and that’s sort of… it.

     Now, you’re not an interior decorator, and you’d managed to miss it the first few times you visited, but now it’s like the blank walls are mocking you. Now you’ve seen it, you know, and the stark bleakness of this house has become a glaringly obvious problem that you’ve finally decided to tackle.

     Unlocking the door with Buck’s key, you manage to nudge it open with your hip, hands and wrists weighed down with Target shopping bags that you dump on the floor the moment the door is closed. Tucking Buck’s key back into your pocket ━ Eddie gave you a key almost six months ago, but you’ve managed to lose four of them since, so it’s widely agreed that it’s best you borrow Eddie’s or Buck’s or Carla’s whenever you need to ━ you turn to the sparse open space of the kitchen/diner.

     Hands settling on your hips, a slow breath escapes through your teeth as you survey the house. Christopher’s room is the only one with any personality, and you wouldn’t dare intrude on his privacy in that way anyway. Eddie’s room, similarly, feels off-limits.

     But the rest of the house? Fair game.

     When Eddie stumbles through the front door at the end of his shift, he doesn’t notice it right away. Not your bag hanging on a hook by the door, or your shoes tucked neatly against the wall. His head feels like it’s filled with cotton after a twelve-hour shift, and he’s simply grateful that Carla offered to drop Christopher off later, rather than have Eddie come pick him up after his shift.

     He doesn’t notice you lingering in the kitchen with a bottle of beer in your hand until you clear your throat, and then he looks over, and a tired smile spreads over his face.

     “That for me?” he asks, as hold out the beer bottle towards him, drops of condensation soaking your fingers.

     “It’s definitely not for me.” You wrinkle your nose playfully as he accepts the drink, and you lean over the counter to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. You hand over Buck’s key, and with it, all the anxiety you’ve felt since it first landed in your possession that morning. “Give this back to Buck for me? If I lose another one, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

     Eddie chuckles and tucks the key into his pocket. “Buck didn’t mention you came by the firehouse.”

     “I asked him not to.” Your voice wavers, just a little. The way you’re picking at a loose bit of skin near your thumb lets him know you’re nervous, and he reaches out with his free hand, curling rough fingers around your own. Unable to help yourself, a deluge of words start to babble out of you. “I did a thing. And I’m aware that you may not like the thing, and it almost certainly wasn’t my place which I’m realising now, but it seemed like a pretty harmless idea at the time?”

     “Baby━”

     “And if you hate it, I can take it all away! We can pretend I never did it, it’s just that your walls were driving me freaking insane, like which decorator decided that beige was a good base colour because I would like to have a word━”

     “Hey!” A gentle squeeze of your hand grabs your attention, and when you look back at Eddie, the sight of him knocks the breath of you. You never knew eyes could be so big and brown and full of love, and even though there’s a little humour glinting in there at your expense, you still find it a little difficult to breathe.

     Fuck, you love this man.

     “What am I supposed to hate, exactly?” There’s a lilt of laughter in his voice, a gentle quirk to the corner of his mouth.

     You want to kiss him until it blossoms into a full-blown grin. You hope you’re lucky enough to make this man laugh forever.

     The look on his face helps to ease the tension in your shoulders. Slowly, you reach out and take the beer bottle from his grip, setting it on the counter. Instead, you replace it with your own hand, threading your fingers through his, a little chilly where the bottle pressed against his skin.

     “Let me show you.”

     Guiding him by the hand, you lead him through to the living room, and at first, he’s not sure what’s changed. There’s still the couch, and the TV, and the coffee table he knows you’ve always hated because it’s glass, and who has a glass coffee table, Eddie, you're a firefighter and this feels like a recipe for disaster!

     (You’ve seen way too many movies where characters end up crashing through a glass coffee table but you still think it’s a valid point.)

     And then he sees them.

     He spots the first one next to the television; a picture of Chris from a few months ago, the first time all three of you went to the beach together. He’s grinning at the camera and there’s a dab of ice-cream on his nose from where you swiped him just a moment before. Eddie remembers taking this and sending it to you.

     It wasn’t the first moment he realised he loved you, not by a long shot, but he hadn’t said it yet, and that day on the beach had cemented your place in his heart even further.

     The picture is small, sitting in a quirky silver frame that you’ve glued a few seashells to.

     The next two are over on the mantel. A photograph of the 118 in Bobby and Athena’s backyard last summer; Bobby’s frowning in the foreground, having been bullied into wearing a Kiss The Cook apron by Buck and Hen, while the rest of them are howling with laughter behind him. The other is a picture of Christopher and Shannon cuddled together beneath the Christmas tree.

     Tucked between them, bizarrely, is a little wooden figurine of a runner duck wearing galoshes. This one, he knows, came from your personal collection.

     Eddie’s heart stutters in his chest as he turns, finally, to the big thing. The wall behind the couch has always been depressingly bare, a dull expanse of beige paint that he’s always sworn he’d do something with, eventually.

     Hell, the whole house is bare. And depressing. This, he’s ready to admit, even if the reason for it used to sting a little bit.

     Before now, the only personal touches in his home belonged to Christopher. Report cards and drawings stuck to the fridge with kitschy magnets from tourist spots. An ever-changing pile of video games stacked on the floor next to the TV. A dinosaur-print throw that was dragged from Christopher’s bedroom on a lazy Sunday that hasn’t quite managed to migrate back there yet.

     It was never that way on purpose. At first, he thinks, it was a reluctance to put down roots. Life was hectic enough, with his work schedule and Christopher switching schools. Before Carla, Eddie hardly had a moment to breathe, let alone think about decorating their home beyond the bare minimum required to get by.

     And then, he thinks, it might have been guilt.

     He doesn’t dare to dwell on that for too long. He feels your hand in his own, steady as a rock, and stares, glassy-eyed, at the wall you’ve managed to transform into something… something that feels like home.

     A collage of wooden picture frames are scattered over the surface of the wall, in varying hues of warmth that contrast nicely with the beige that peeks through the cracks. A beige that, formerly, kind of made him want to scratch his eyes out. He hadn’t quite realised that until now.

     Dozens of smiling faces peer down at him. A handful of memories he holds most dear, and each of them sends a flush of warmth through his chest.

     There’s the day Chris was born, and he’s staring at this tiny baby in his arms as if he’s holding the sun and stars themselves. There’s Buck and Chris at the zoo, posing near the penguin exhibit. There’s Eddie, on the day he was certified as a full-fledged member of the LAFD, shaking Bobby’s hand. There’s even a picture where he’s fallen asleep on the couch, and his sisters are brandishing Sharpies like the little demons they are, drawing a moustache and beard that took days to properly fade away.

     It’s such a little thing, really. They’re just pictures. But his throat feels tight and his eyes are wet and it doesn’t feel little to him. Not at all.

     “You thought I’d hate this?” He’ll never admit that the words come out a little choked up.

     You shrug. “You’re not a fan of surprises.”

     “I might be now.”

     And you both know it’s not true, that Eddie will never be that guy, but this is fine. This is perfect, and he’s damn sure it might be the nicest thing any girlfriend’s ever done for him.

     He turns to you, a thousand more questions on the tip of his tongue, when he notices you’re holding your phone up with your free hand. A confused furrow appears between his brows.

     “Buck,” you tell him, and it really doesn’t require further explanation, but still you add, “He thought you’d freak out. Asked for evidence.”

     “Ah.” Eddie nods. You put your phone away as he winds his arms around your waist, pulling you close enough to kiss the tip of your nose. “I’m not freaking out.”

     “I noticed.”

     “Thank you,” he says, and kisses you again. This time his mouth slides against yours and lingers there for a few seconds, slow and gentle. “I can’t help but notice you’re not in any of the pictures.”

     Your cheeks turn a rosy pink. “That would have been a little presumptuous of me, Mr. Diaz. And I was already hijacking your home for my own selfish agenda, so…”

     “Wanna hijack it some more?”

     The question slips out without any warning, and you blink up at your boyfriend in bewilderment. “Uh?”

     Eddie smiles, wide and wonderful, and even though it’s not possible to fall more in love with him, you think you do.

     “I talked to Chris about it a while ago,” he tells you, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your hip. “I was just waiting for the right time to ask you. And then you went all House Flipper anyway━”

     “I did not go all House Flipper!”

     “━ so it feels like the right time to ask.”

     You watch him for a moment, all soft at the edges. “You want me to move in with you?”

     “I think you’ve got a tartan throw that would look great in here,” he says teasingly, “and that little duck is part of a collection. He might get lonely.”

     “He might,” you concede with a hum.

     There is enough space on that mantel for the whole family.

     You feel like there’s a tiny sun in your chest, like you might honest-to-God be glowing from the inside out right now, and when you pull Eddie down so you can kiss him again, you know without a doubt that the answer is yes.

     There are a hundred things to figure out. You have a lease to get out of, and an apartment filled with enough clutter to furnish ten houses, and you’ve really got to figure out a solution for the key situation, because it’s getting ridiculous.

     But in this moment, none of that matters. It’s you, and Eddie, and Chris, and a bare apartment suddenly filled with a lifetime of potential, and you just know everything is going to be fine.

     And you hope, for a moment, that he’ll let you replace the couch next.

#eddie diaz x reader #eddie diaz fanfiction #eddie diaz imagine #9-1-1 fanfiction #9-1-1 imagine #9-1-1 fic #* chapter update.

[ot3]

Have you ever played the AA: Investigations spin-offs? If so, did you like them? I know they're kind of rough around the edges, but AAI2 is definitely my second favorite game in the entire franchise, so I'm curious to hear your opinion.

yes, i've played them both! i think they're definitely REALLY solid overall and add a ton to the series. aai2 is absolutely a huge step up for the duology but i do think people are a little bit too hard on aai1. i feel it exists in the sort of same niche as dgs1 where it maybe needed and editing pass it didn't get but is redeemed by its sequel's ability to stick the landing.

my biggest problem with aai doesn't have anything to do with any of the rough pacing or any specific case, however. i just don't fully buy yamazaki's edgeworth. there's nothing i see as egregious enough that i just won't accept it like i do with phoenix's characterization in aa6, but i feel like there's a certain degree of flanderization that happened in to his character. i feel like he gets a little bit watered down in his behaviors and actions - particularly in aai1's flashback case, where i think he's acting entirely too reasonable and helpful compared to the kind of person we knew him to be in aa1. i also think overall his dialogue was made a bit too stuffy and formal, whereas in the trilogy a strong part of what appealed to him about me was that he seemed like he should be that kind of guy but was mostly just kind of a pompous jackass, and as soon as he got pissed off most of that refinement completely drops off

it's hard to say how much of the difference in edgeworth's characterization was motivated by writing him as the protagonist rather than the antagonist or deuteragonist, and how much was a difference in approach to localization, and how much was actually yamazki's Vision. but given the state of aa5 and 6 i'm not inclined to give the man much benefit of the doubt.

with that said, though, i do think what aai2 actually did with edgeworth's arc was fantastic. 'why would edgeworth keep being a prosecutor' is a question that deserved an answer and i really appreciate they took the time to give us that answer in a satisfying way. inherited turnabout might be the strongest middle case in the franchise. it is genuinely difficult for me to wrap my mind around how you go from making aai2 to making dual destinies.

but the single most important thing the aai games had to give us was this screenshot

#ace attorney

[box-dwelling]

Fuck man I knew aai 1-4 had MVK being dismissive and abusive to the siblings but fuck man.

Actively saying that attending his 13 year old daughters courtroom debut isn't a priority for him

Then this exchange which is prompted by nothing beyond Miles asking to do his job even using the Von Karma framing of finding perfection only for Manfred to just completely shut him down and verbally abuse him

Miles then being completely unable to respond in shame. Even though this is God damn Bratworth were talking about and in the last scene he was saying this

And then Fran coming in to desperately try and deflect her father ire to protect him

Then when she finally does convince him to let them investigate he says this

Basically actively admitting to anyone with the context we have now that he's only making Miles a procecutor to sully Gregory's legacy.

Then Miles thanking her because he saw her defelcting Manfreds abuse for him.

Just absolutely heart breaking. It really shows the dynamic at play here perfectly. He doesn't care about Franziska. He is not putting this energy into her career and only putting it into Miles' because he is using it as an avenue to abuse and control him and further enact his revenge on Gregory. And she doesn't understand why. She doesn't get why Miles gets this attention and she doesn't. But she already knows that she has to deflect his attention to protect Miles. And Miles doesn't understand how he's doing everything he can to do the right thing but is still his target. Its such a genuinely interesting dynamic where both of them think the other is the favourite. Miles thinks it Fran because he's not constantly verbally abusing her and Fran thinks it's Miles because he actually bothers to give him the time of day and is properly mentoring him. She's 13 man. She's about to become a prosecutor at 13 and he still doesn't care about her in the slightest.

Ugh Von Karma siblings, my heart

#ace attorney #miles edgeworth #von karma siblings #franziska von karma #bratworth #manfred von karma #tw abuse #ace attorney investigations #i always say i relate a lot to miles with MVK but honestly i had this exact dynamic with that abuser that Fran has #being the better one. working yourself to death to become it and sacrifing so much of your humanity so you can be recognised #even trhough you know the person tou want to recognise you is cruel and vindictive #but not understanding why the other persons gets that praise when you dont even though its coupled with abuse #my heart #i need to read and write so much von karma siblings fic after this omg

[yellowistheraddest]

LADIES, GENTLEMEN AND FELLOW CONTORTIONS OF THE HUMAN SPIRIT, i present to you 9 drawing requests with accompanying commentary...

request one:

honestly its not a crime but they are criminally curious to learn the rich history of Dallas in 1963! i mean arent you curious, you should google what happened there on november 22nd!!!

request number 2:

OH BABY you know i love making people feel :( my most popular post is characters crying so i was supposed to have fun with it but 3 people hugging - dude, i was no the verge of insanity and in the end pearl just kinda got swallowed up and disappeared.

[[7 MORE UNDER CUT!!]]

request tres:

coming from the last drawing i was still on the 'lmao get sad' bandwagon, and simon and athena they have lived through somethings so once again i drew people crying :D so heres a drawing of little athena and her goth uncle having a nice little hug and nothing ever went wrong

request četiri:

by now everyone should know that my favourite AU is these two bastards meeting before phoenix became a lawyer; ya know so he doesnt need to break his back trying to learn law as an art student - not that he learns much as he doesnt know what a cross examination is in his first case,,

request pénte:

this request marked the second day of drawing.

now,, i might have not read the request before i drew sooo i kinda just drew them taking a selfies at a steel samurai con so i kindly edited the second drawing to contain a peace sign. [the plush is the hellish creature named the iron infant [from AAI i think] and i bet its like the worst character in the franchise and these two will definitely burn it when they get home]

request numero sześć:

now i swore to never post kissing on here so i spare myself of the cringw when i look back later, so just dont read the first half and enjoy the way i found out you cant really draw flicking without making a comic. like the motion is so small yet so powerful how do you draw that?!?!?!?!?!? this looked miles better in my brain...

request shtatë:

you know what else is like rocks? big frozen chunks of ice, like the one here :D

RIP LMAO

request huit:

ah the t4t to end all t4ts. ron is definitely a guy to fall at first sight and bro desiree is the definition of girlboss

also people forget that larry was rons coworker and i need more content of those two because they are just wildly opposite

[edit: ''sir are good'' HUH??? brother i need to go to sleep and just not draw for the next millenia]

now we have arrived at the end of our trip...

you may be thinking "yellow, you said that there were 9 drawings!"

YES, but no.. theres probably a reason behind this but when i opened my inbox and saw this was like a game character who was stun locked. i mean look at this, aka request number NINE:

love ya to death, babes, but please get some rest because i think you forgot to write in the characters you wanted to see. despite that i decided to draw what you requested:

now just imagine whichever characters you waant in those places! wait was your request an investment so you can have an infinite amount of ships inserted into this pose???

anywho, ummmmm.. yeah Now we have reached the end - but do not fear, im not dying or going away. im still going to be here on my ace attorney bullshit as long as my brain can stand.

sadly i have to say GOODNIGHT, LADIES, GENTLEMEN AND FELLOW CONTORTIONS OF THE HUMAN SPIRIT. may we meet once again when the planets align and it rains in the greatest depths of the ocean o7

#ace attorney #aa #ace attorney fanart #long post #request #ask #fanart #art #phoenix wright #maya fey #kay faraday #ema skye #miles edgeworth #pearl fey #apollo justice #athena cykes #simon blackquill #desiree delite #ron delite #doodles #sketches #steel samurai #larry butz #bratworth #drawings #farewell my turnabout #klavier gavin

[pigeons-official]

Franziska's situation post-AA1 is unspeakably awful and I think about it all the time. Not only does she suddenly discover her "perfect" dad is a murderer, he is the murderer of her brother's biological father. He FRAMED her brother for a crime HE orchestrated - he, the perfect prosecutor, the righteous crime-hater, her teacher and role model. Over an incredibly petty motive. She saw everything - Miles' nightmares, his struggles with perfection, the way her father treated him - and she never could have guessed the twisted depths that lay beneath it all. All she knew was that she was grasping for her beloved father's attention which seemed to always be on her brother (AAI implies that iirc), and now it turns out it wasn't that he was more perfect than her, it's just that Manfred von Karma apparently gave more importance to hatred and revenge than to familial love. And then only a couple months later Miles seemingly took his own life over it, abandoning her in turn. All those years she was nothing but an bystander in the middle of their horrific history, and once that was resolved neither of them seemed to spare a thought for her in their self-destruction. All this while she was AN OCEAN AWAY from both of them. I just. I feel for her

anon you are 100% correct, i have nothing else to add just. she is such a tragic character

#ace attorney #franziska von karma #aa1 #aa2 #manfred von karma #miles edgeworth #aai #vk siblings #Franziska..... cries #aa #pwaa

[rivalsforlife]

Interviews Regarding 456, and the possibility of AAI ports and AA7.

Recently, a bunch of interviews with the producer of the upcoming Ace Attorney 456 collection, Kenichi Hashimoto, have been released. Most of these are in Japanese, discussing various elements of the upcoming ports, including new features like the Orchestra Hall and Story Mode, but a few bring up some interesting future directions for the series, including the possibility of an AA4 anime or live-action drama, AAI2 ports, and AA7. As well, some discuss the influence of overseas sales on the current direction of the series.

**Please keep in mind that most of these interviews (with one exception) were originally in Japanese, and translated with google translate (with some possibly inaccurate modifications by me). As a result, the validity of the translation may be unreliable.**

From Gamer, regarding overseas fans and the increase in sales overseas:

--What kind of opinions and fan base do you get from overseas about the "Ace Attorney" series?

Hashimoto: The “Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Trilogy” was released in 2019, and the number of users and sales have increased significantly in regions such as North America, Europe, and Asia.

--With the exception of "Ace Attorney Investigations," I think all numbered titles in the "Ace Attorney" series can now be played on current consoles. Was this possible because of the great response to the Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Trilogy?

Hashimoto: Yes. As I mentioned earlier, it has been well received in North America, Europe, and Asia, and the number of users has increased, and of course there are people asking, "Why are 1, 2, and 3 available but not 4?" So I thought I had to do something about it.

Also, I wanted users to see games 4, 5, and 6, which are now playable on current consoles, so I was able to develop and release them. I think again that it is a very happy thing.

From this Famitsu Interview, regarding the future of the series:

--In 2023, there were musicals and readings of "The Great Ace Attorney", but I'm also curious about the future development of the "Ace Attorney" series.

Hashimoto: After the 20th anniversary of the Ace Attorney series, I would like to prepare various things for the 25th anniversary. The same goes for orchestral concerts, and I'd also like to do plays, musicals, and anime.

The TV anime was made up to season 2 with Phoenix Wright as the main character, but Apollo has not appeared yet, and since it is a courtroom story, a live-action drama seems interesting.

-- Since ``Ace Attorney'' was made into a movie once, there is a possibility of a live-action drama as well.

Hashimoto: That's right. However, it's not like my dreams will come true right away... I hope all the fans of "Ace Attorney'' can look forward to it while imagining the various possibilities in the future.

From IGN Japan:

--What are your plans for the future of the series? Could you please tell me about the possibility of ports of the "Ace Attorney Investigations" series, or another mainline entry?

Unfortunately, as far as I can tell you, there is nothing. However, we have no intention of ending the "Ace Attorney" series here, and we would like to see the series grow older, reaching its 25th anniversary in 2026 and its 30th anniversary in 2031. I don't know when or what I'll be able to announce, but please stay tuned for more information.

--If there were to be a new work such as ``Ace Attorney 7,'' what kind of thing would you want?

It's difficult to balance making a work that fans of the series can enjoy while also making it a work that new players can enjoy, but it is necessary to have the charm that is common to the entire "Ace Attorney" series. This includes the story, the characters, the puzzles, the tempo. These four will be essential for "Ace Attorney."

And finally from Siliconera about the news I've been waiting my whole life for -- this interview was actually published in English!

With so many Ace Attorney collections out now and games released, how would you feel about an Ace Attorney Investigations: Miles Edgeworth collection that includes localization of the second game?

Hashimoto: The development team is aware that fans are hoping for this. Unfortunately, we have no announcements at this time.

Most of this is of course corporate speak of not being able to confirm or deny anything, but this is the closest we've gotten to confirmation that AAI2 might be localized so far. As well, it does sound like the series is doing well, particularly overseas, which is encouraging for people hoping for more. It definitely doesn't sound like they think the series is dead yet!

#ace attorney #news

[robobarbie]

Sorry if this was mentioned before somewhere, but how do you go about writing the script & choice branches for your stories? Do you tend to get a premise first & then build characters around it, or the reverse? How was it like working with multiple writers for BP, and getting their different takes to become cohesive into the overall plot? (Asking more out of behind the scenes curiosity/fascination with different writers' processes so ignore this is you wanna)

How do you go about writing the script & choice branches for your stories?

For big projects (like BP + AAI), before I start the script, I always have a mildly detailed outline for each day -- but I don't feel married to it. I then take one day at a time and just write whatever comes to mind in a google doc, and I often do veer off within each day from what the outline had indicated. Sometimes the conversations just flow differently as I'm writing them out, and that often ends up being some of the most natural writing.

Choice branches are placed in areas where I feel like it would make sense to the player, like, an answer to an open-ended question. Or, maybe an option to learn one of two things about a LI. The important stuff though always stays out of either-or branches to make sure the player sees it.

We'll often plug-and-play different choice branches/lines as we implement the game though, because you really can't know how dialogue will feel until you see it with all the other assets. The pencil skirt line in toaster's route was on-the-fly add, for example.

Do you tend to get a premise first & then build characters around it, or the reverse?

I tend to go premise -> characters. OCs are not super important to me on their own honestly, and I can't name a single one I have that hasn't been created purposefully to fit a story. I'm notorious for not fleshing out my characters a lot in my head, despite trying to write them realistically and caring quite a bit about them being "right".

How was it like working with multiple writers for BP, and getting their different takes to become cohesive into the overall plot?

I'll give them one of those day-by-day outlines for a route and then let them do whatever they want with it -- so, the overarching plot is determined largely by myself (with brainstorming help from friends!) and that keeps it all pretty narratively cohesive. It also helps that each of the routes I outline has virtually nothing to do with each other, so it gives the writers more freedom to go crazy.

So, the writers are free to take that outline and veer off it if they wish like I do. All that I ask is that they generally hit specific plot beats and have a general similar writing style as everyone else so it isn't too jarring route to route. I find that letting people do whatever the hell they want with my stuff has led to some of the best parts of the project(s). My editing hand on other people's things is suuuuuuuuper light. Like, I really only cut lines for brevity as I'm adding them into the game. And that itself isn't frequent.

#bp ask #anon ask #robo dev

[redsaurrce]

DRINK ME UP - 1

Part-2 Part-3

Synopsis : After seeing another man beside you holding you by your waist, Jungkook couldn't help but get utterly wasted. What do you see when you go to him? What happens that night?

Pairing : YANDEREJeon Jungkook x dancer fem!reader

Genre : SMUT, drunk jk!au

Word count : 2.02 K

Warnings : 18+, YANDERE AND OBSESSIVE THEMES, EXTREME JEALOUSY, kissing, Profanity, nipple play, alcohol, fingering, penetration, wine used in explicit activity (ah shit here I go again o.o), signs of cheating and betrayal

A/N: SOOOOO... we are a family of nine hundred *EN AAI EN EE= na-een* which rhymes with? That's true - DABLU AAI EN EE- Wa-een! Let's have wine party everyoneeeeee 🥂 *clicks glass!!* THANKYOU TO EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOUUUUU 💗💗💗

Jungkook looked at the bright lit stage go dim all of a sudden, the very moment when you were to set foot on the stage, all the lights now focused upon you. He loved to see you shine so much, he loved to see when you would do what you loved, which was dancing.

Today shouldn't have been any different, he would've loved everything he was looking at right now but he couldn't feel an ounce of joy.

Not when he noticed how your dance partner had his hand snaked around your waist, not when you both danced ever so closely. People cheered on over your performance, they called you the beauty of the night but Jungkook could hear nothing. The only thing his brain was focused on was you and your partner's audacity to touch you like he owned you.

He inhaled sharply as he felt his chest tighten with every passing second, even though he wanted to snatch you away from him right then and there, he wouldn't. He knew very well how much you have practiced for today's show since past few months, he couldn't ruin that.

So he gulped hard and got up from his seat to leave the auditorium by himself.

When your performance got over, the entire atmosphere lit up with cheers, claps and whistles and when your happy eyes tried to search for your lover cheering for you in the audience, he was nowhere to be found.

Causing you feel a little bad. "It was amazing to work with you Y/N, my wife wanted to treat us to a meal, if possible you should bring your boyfriend along with you." He said happily and you both walked towards the lounge after being greeted by the chief guests.

You smiled, "Sure, it seems I can't get a hold of my boyfriend, I'll just have a quick meal with you two, is that alright?" You asked as you kept looking here and there for Jungkook to pop up.

He nodded, "Ofcourse, that'll be great! Let's go then." He said and you both walked out of the lounge.

You were texting Jungkook but he was not responding back making you worried, did he go to home already? You mentally asked yourself upon not seeing his car in the parking lot. You quickly brought out the keys of your car since you both have actually come spearately, given how you had to come earlier for rehearsel.

-.

When you arrived home, you saw Jungkook drinking alcohol while his whole bedroom was a mess. You hurriedly dropped your bag and jacket and went near him. "Gosh Jungkook how much did you drink?" You asked as you sat on the bed next to his drunk figure. You counted the bottles, "fucking four??" then your eyes shifted to two more bottles crushed in pieces lying on the floor.

"Fuck." You cursed under your breath as you looked at them, you hissed as you got up to get a broom to set aside the glass pieces but he caught your wrist as soon as you stood up.

You turned to look at him and he pulled you causing you to sit on his lap. "Baby whom do you love?" He asked you as his voice hitched due to the effects of alcohol. Your surprised expression due to his sudden action melted into a soft smile, "You, ofcourse." You said as you started caressing his rosy cheeks.

You knew Jungkook was a ten but he was WAYYY too clingy, Jungkook liked whenever you did these kind of little actions like carressing his cheeks, patting his head, kissing his forehead.

He pulled you closer catching you off guard. His face just a mere centimeters away from you, he whispered, "Really?" He asked you.

"Yes." You answered.

"Are you sure?" He asked you again while shifting himself even more closer to you. "I am." Your heart started hammering in your chest and you said with the slightest of movement of your lips, you were afraid that it would touch his.

He shifted even more closer, finally causing both of your lips to touch and spoke, "How sure are you?" He pecked your lips. "I.." and before you could utter the next word he pecked your lips again, "Answer me." He pecked your lips for the third time.

And when you opened your mouth to answer him, he attached his mouth to yours with force causing you to fall backwards on the sofa while he was above you.

He started kissing you like he starving since decades. In between your kiss you suddenly started feeling something hot run down your cheeks. They were tears, you wanted to stop and ask him what was going on but he didn't budge as he kept on kissing you possessively.

After a while when you both were lacking oxygen, he got up and you finally got to see his face. His eyes were red while tears dried on his cheeks. He looked absolutely heartbroken and it made you feel miserable to see him like this.

"Jungkook baby, what's the matter?" You asked him with worry in your eyes. This is what he needed to see, to see that you still cared for him, that he still was the one in your heart. That he was still yours and you were his.

But that wasn't enough, Jungkook needed to erase the memories of the love of his life standing next to another man who wasn't him, a man who touched you at places where only he was allowed to.

He hurriedly got off from you and took a bottle of wine in his hands, your eyes grew wide, was he going to drink more? "Jungkook please don't drink anymo-"

"Y/N baby." He cut you off as he got above you again, "What is it?" You asked him.

"Isn't alcohol used to disinfect germs?" He asked you while opening the cork of the bottle.

You hummed. "Then let me disinfect you." He said and poured some wine on your legs causing you to flinch from the sensation. He softly chuckled, "Do not worry love, I am only cleaning the unwanted touch- i mean the germs off you. Your skin shouldn't have those." He said and he leaned down to lick your right leg all the way from your feet to your knee.

You looked at him astonished but you couldn't deny that what was coming would be the treat of tonight. So you allowed him to take control over your body.

He repeated the same action with your left leg up until your knee where your skirt was ending.

He sat up and poured the wine on your waist and started lapping on your body like a dog but it started to feel ticklish and hence when you tried to push him away on reflex, he piped you down by groping your breasts. He started massaging them and then ran his fingers around the area of your nipples which had now hardened.

You moaned from the sensation and since he absolutely loved it when you moaned, he slid his other hand inside your skirt and started circling your pussy area.

You were getting wet.

He was getting a boner.

He could no more hold himself back and immediately poured all the wine over your neck till your chest and broke the bottle on the bedside, allowing him to gain a broken piece of the wine bottle to cut your dress apart.

He then tore off your bra making your wine soaked breasts naked under his hungry eyes.

He undressed himself and threw off his shirt away as he leaned down to lick your sweet cherries, he bit them, chewed them and pulled them up with his teeth until your moans became louder.

While his mouth was working on your nipples, his hands took the bottle piece to tear your panty apart and he opened his trousers as well.

When he felt that your vaginal opening hasn't dilated, he bit your nipple way too hard earning him a scream and your legs spread apart letting his dick get more access to get inside.

When it was getting tighter against your walls he flicked your other nipple hard and you were sure you saw stars in your eyes, making your walls relaxed and his penis finally going deep inside.

He started thrusting in and out while his mouth never left your boobs staying at one place, causing your nipples to continuosly stretch and shorten like a spring.

You had held the bedsheets tight while you couldn't stop moaning and screaming and you heard him moan louder as well.

This went on for a long time until you both felt physically exhausted.

He sighed and lied down next to you with his one hand around your waist, another hand fingering you pussy and his mouth suckling your boobs.

You ran your tired hand over his hair, "You cried earlier Jungkook, why?"

He detached his mouth and looked up at you, "Maybe because I was overwhelmed, maybe it was the alcohol?" He said with his smirk as he brought his hand up from your pussy and licked his fingers.

"Either way, I'm glad you're mine." He breathed as he felt his alcohol starring to wear off.

"But..." He continued after he started feeling sober. "But?" You asked.

He contorted his eyebrows, "Why.. is your face changing?" He felt confusion spiral in his head because with every passing moment, you looked more and more different.

No- You- "You! Who are you?" Jungkook got up immediately and shook his head, "Where's Y/N? Who the hell are you."

"Ah.. looks like you're completely sober now, it hurt me everytime you called me by your girlfriend's name but atleast I got to sleep with you. Damn it was such a good sex." The girl whom Jungkook mistook to be you under the heavy influence of alcohol was grinning ear to ear while Jungkook stood there with wide horrified eyes.

"Who knew ditching my husband and Y/N at dinner by making the excuse of having stomachache would grant me such a hot night." She bit her lips seductively while getting closer to him.

Jungkook felt absolutely nauseated, he felt disgusted and most importantly he wanted to kill her. Even if he absolutely wanted to do that, murder won't get him anywhere, it's too complicated to clean the mess up.

So he needed to get away, anywhere as long as it is away from her.

He stomped his way towards the door while the girl followed him behind.

Just when Jungkook opened the door, his worst nightmare came true. You were standing there, speechless with eyes wide open as if a deer was caught in headlights.

The girl beside him, whom you recognised to be your dance partner's wife, interlocked her arms with his and he immediately snatched his arm away. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Jungkook was beyond frustrated.

"Omg honey, is it because Y/N's here? Why? Didn't you tell earlier that after we sleep together, you'll breakup with her?" She batted her eyelashes.

"Sleep?" You whispered almost doubting yourself if you heard that wrong.

"No Y/N! It's not what you think-"

"Jungkook if you ever truly loved me then be honest, did you both sleep together or no?" You asked, still thinking all this was unbelievable.

Seeing Jungkook wrapped in towel by his waist with another woman wrapped in bedsheet standing next to him, all of this was unbelievable. Were you too easy that Jungkook coaxed you into becoming his girlfriend, telling you how much he loved you every day and night- only to show you this? Were you that naive?

"Y/N we did sleep together but--" "Stop!" You raised your palm to stop him from saying any further. So to Jungkook you were just an easy girl? You wanted to laugh, did he really think of making excuses after his 'but'?

You shook your head, "Jungkook let's breakup and never see each other ever again."

You started running with tears in your eyes, it was going to be a long night with alcohol by your side.

-.

Tysm for making it till the end, your feedback is HIGHLY appreciated 💗 MWAHH!! (Fu*k BRB crying)

#bts smut #jungkook smut #jjk smut #yandere bts #yandere jungkook #yandere x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #bts x reader #jjk x reader #bts yandere #bangtan smut #jeongguk smut #jeongguk x reader #jeon jungkook smut #jeon jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook ff #jungkook fanfiction #yandere kpop #bts #jungkook imagine #jungkook au #yandere smut #yandere lemon #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #bts ff #bts fic

[antimony-medusa]

QSMP HALLOWEEN TRANSLATIONS MASTER POST

This post is to help us do a halloween event without everyone necessarily having to speak english! Here are some translations for the phrases Trick or Treat or Happy Halloween, if they exist within the cultural context in other languages, so you can wish someone a happy holiday back in the same language!

French (from @/omglescubes)

Trick or Treat = Des bonbons ou un sort! (litt: sweets or a spell) Happy Halloween = Joyeux Halloween or Bonne fête d'Halloween

Brazilian Portuguese (from @/leolingo and @littleseasalt)

“trick or treat” = "doces ou travessuras" or "gostosuras ou travessuras" “happy Halloween” = feliz dia das bruxas OR just feliz halloween

Hebrew (from @/qdramatrio and @/azure-wing)

Happy Halloween! Option 1 - ליל כל הקדושים שמח! Pronounced "lel kol ha'kdosheem same'ach" (The ch sounds kinda like the French r). This is the translated version Option 2 - האלווין שמח! Pronounced "Halloween same'ach". This is the transliterated version many people use Trick or Treat! This one is a bit tricky(pun not intended) because the tradition simply does not exist here, which means any translation would just that- a translation Option 1 (most used[relatively]) - תעלול או ממתק/ממתק או תעלול! Pronounced "ta'alool o mamtak/mamtak o ta'alul" Option 2 - תעלול או גמול pronounced "ta'alool o gmool" Option 3 - ממתק או ברדק pronounced "mamtak o bardak" (The last two are mainly attempts of translators to make the Hebrew words for "trick" and "treat" rhyme)

Korean, (from @/koreanbibliophilegirl)

No phrase available in Korean I'm afraid, at least nothing that's widespread enough to count. I mean, I suppose you could say: 즐거운 할로윈 보내세요! (Have a nice Halloween!) (We do NOT say this, but if you really want to wish someone happy Halloween, this should be your best bet I think.) Here are some Halloween-related words instead! 할로윈 - Halloween 마녀 (pronounced ma-nyuh)- witch 해골 (hae-gol) - skeleton 좀비 - zombie 뱀파이어 - vampire 미라 (mee-ra) - mummy 해적 (hae-jeok) - pirate 공주 (gong-joo) - princess 사탕 (sa-tang) - candy 호박 (ho-bak) - pumpkin 보름달/초승달 (bo-reum-dal/cho-seung-dal) - full moon/crescent moon 묘지 (myo-ji) - graveyard 무덤 (moo-deom) - grave 거미 (guh-mee) - spider 피 (just pronounce the alphabet P) - blood

Bahasa Malayu and Bahasa Indonesia, (from @/tu-es-gegg)

i mean halloween has no direct translation in my language its just 'selamat halloween' or smth like that same with trick or treat

Polish (from @/dendixia)

trick or treat has been most commonky translated to "cukierek albo psikus" (candy or trick literal translation) and we dont translate Halloween so its a bit awkward so its usually "Wesołego Halloween" (happy halloween)

German (from @/vacillantvoid)

Süßes oder Saures or also Süßes sonst gibt's Saures and uuuh #Frohes/Fröhliches Halloween <- german

Japanese (from @/wondernoise)

In Japanese you usually see トリックオアトリート！ (trick or treat) ハッピーハロウィン！ (happy Halloween!) both of which are just direct transliterations of English… A direct translation of “trick or treat” in Japanese would be お菓子をくれないといたずらするぞ (lit. "if you don't give me a treat, I'll play a trick on you") but that’s a little less natural.

Welsh, (from @/b1odeuwed)

in welsh it is: calan gaeaf hapus!! it means happy harvests/winters eve trick or treat is : cast neu geiniog (trick or coin)

Spanish (from @/anothera and anonymous)

in Spain we aay “truco o trato” for trick or treat and “feliz halloween” for happy halloween

Can I add to the translation Halloween list in my country we say "Me das una calaverita" (Spanish for Can you give me a Skull) of trick or treat :]

Yiddish (from @/atthebell)

Yiddish doesn't have a translation really of Halloween; you can transliterate it as: האַלאָווין (haloveen) And for trick or treat there are, predictably, far more words for trick than treat in Yiddish, but I'm partial to: כּישעף (kishef), המצאה (hamtsoe), שטוקע (shtuke) And treat: לאַקעטקע (la'ketke) or צוקערקע (tsukerke) So you could say "Happy Halloween" as "פריילעכע האַלאָווין" (freylekhe haloveen) [though below I'll talk about why you don't have to] and phrase "Trick or Treat" as really any combination of the above, though "שטוקע אָדער צוקערקע" (shtuke oder tsukerke) rhymes somewhat and "המצאה אָדער לאַקעטקע" (hamtsoe oder la'ketke" sounds nice to my ears. It would also be perfectly reasonable to use Hebrew for parts of this, particularly the "Happy Halloween" bit, as Yiddish incorporates a lot of Hebrew (for instance, "hamstoe" is Hebrew but has its own meaning in Yiddish). For "Happy Halloween," I would also probably say "האַלאָווין שמח"/"Halloween Sameakh," similar to the above with Hebrew, although you run into the religious issue that Halloween is not a Jewish holiday, so it does sound kind of funny. Yiddish doesn't have a translation really of Halloween; you can transliterate it as: האַלאָווין (haloveen) And for trick or treat there are, predictably, far more words for trick than treat in Yiddish, but I'm partial to: כּישעף (kishef), המצאה (hamtsoe), שטוקע (shtuke) And treat: לאַקעטקע (la'ketke) or צוקערקע (tsukerke) So you could say "Happy Halloween" as "פריילעכע האַלאָווין" (freylekhe haloveen) [though below I'll talk about why you don't have to] and phrase "Trick or Treat" as really any combination of the above, though "שטוקע אָדער צוקערקע" (shtuke oder tsukerke) rhymes somewhat and "המצאה אָדער לאַקעטקע" (hamtsoe oder la'ketke" sounds nice to my ears. It would also be perfectly reasonable to use Hebrew for parts of this, particularly the "Happy Halloween" bit, as Yiddish incorporates a lot of Hebrew (for instance, "hamstoe" is Hebrew but has its own meaning in Yiddish). For "Happy Halloween," I would also probably say "האַלאָווין שמח"/"Halloween Sameakh," similar to the above with Hebrew, although you run into the religious issue that Halloween is not a Jewish holiday, so it does sound kind of funny.

Vietnamese (from @blocky-tides)

these are rough translations as Vietnam doesn't really celebrates it Happy Halloween - Halloween vui vẻ Halloween - lễ hội ma quỷ (ghost festival) / lễ hội hóa trang (masquerade festival) Trick or Treat - Cho kẹo hay bị sợ (give candy or scared) Candy - Kẹo Jack o' Lantern - Ðèn bí ngô Haunted House - Nhà ma ám Witch - Phù Thủy Mummy - Xác ướp Zombie - Thây ma Black Cat - Con mèo đen Skeleton - Xương người (literally means bone people) Mask - Mặt nạ Cemetery - Nghĩa Trang

Irish, (from @cube-people-fandom)

Halloween is Oiche Shamhna. And to say happy halloween you would say Oiche Shamhna shona duit. Milseáin is sweets, púca (my favourite irish word) is ghost. Witch is cailleach. Oiche Shamhna is like: Ee-ha How-na Oiche Shamhna shona duit: Ee-ha How-na hunna dit Milseáin: mill-shawn Púca: poo-ca Cailleach: kail-yuck (sort of)

Latin, (from anonymous)

i don't know what practical use this would have, but i thought it might be fun to add Latin to the list -- so i've come up with "dolus aut oblectamentum" for "trick or treat" and "felicem vesperam sanctam" for "happy hallowed evening"!

Thai, (from @routeriver)

In Thai happy halloween would be either แฮปปี้ฮาโลวีน or สุขสันต์วันฮาโลวีน Trick or treat is จะหลอกหรือจะเลี้ยง ghost - ผี witch - แม่มด (which is kinda weird bc if you look at the word separately it’s literally mother ant) candy - ขนม haunted house - บ้านผีสิง skeleton- โครงกระดูก

Chinese (from anonymous)

In chinese you’d usually see 万圣节快乐！(in hanyu pinyin it’s pronounced as: wàn shèng jié kuài lè!)

#qsmp #qsmp halloween

[sometimesbrave]

read chapter 1: here

warnings: alcohol, death

(Italics are Telugu dialogue, brackets have translation to English)

March 1986

***

"While I'm far away from you my baby

I know it's hard for you my baby

Because it's hard for me my baby

And The darkest hour is just before dawn"

- Dedicated to the One I Love by The Mamas and the Papas

***

Varadha drank alcohol for the first time on 20th March, 1986. He had his reasons. No Aai. No Deva. No Baba. No one cares. Nothing matters. And tomorrow was 21st March.

Varadha found whiskey bottles in Baba's office. He drank half of a bottle and it burned his throat. But after a while everything felt more peaceful. The constant noise in his brain was very distant.

He saw a young child running fast through the rooms, giggling, hiding behind doors and tables. He thought it was Baachi.

"Vara, kanna. Agaraa, parigethaku!!" ("Vara, love. Please stop running!!"), his mother called out. She was annoyed but she wasn't mad. So, Vara figured he can make her chase him for a few more minutes.

"Vachi kotha battalu vesko, kanna"("Put on these new clothes, my love"), Aai requested. "Bangarukonda, kadha?"("You are a mountain of gold, right?"), she cooed. She didn't speak for a little while. Vara realised his mother stopped following him. He tiptoed back to the hall and his mother caught him by surprise. She was tickling him, saying, "Patteskunna, Patteskunna, Rakshasudini"("I caught you, I caught you, monster"). Vara turned around laughing and hugged his mother. Aai's belly grew more and more everyday and she is now caressing her belly even in her sleep.

Varadha watched his younger self and his mother from afar not wanting to sully the purity of this memory. Aai looked so beautiful. He was unable to recall what festival they were celebrating. 

His mother finally finished dressing Vara in festive clothes which were very itchy and not black and cool like his father's clothes. She was dressed in a violet pattu saree. She was sparkling in her gold jewellery. Aai was not listening to his stories about dinosaurs who eat leaves in the forest. How he is making this clever connection that dinosaurs are big, long necked goats.

"Aai, nuvvu vinatle, nenu cheppanu po!"("Aai, you are not listening. I won't tell you"), Vara dismissed his mother.

"Sorry raa kanna, nuvvu thvaraga thayaaru aipothe nenu nee katha vini, chappatlu kodatha Sarena? Neeku kotha katha kuda cheptha"("Sorry my love. If you get ready fastly, I will listen to your story and clap for you, okay? I will also tell you a new story"), Aai said as she kissed his cheek.

Varadha was listening in on this conversation and he was trying to recall what story his mother had told him later. He hated that he doesn't remember it anymore.

Now Aai and Vara sat on the sofa in the hall. Vara was safely tucked beside his mother and fell asleep.

Varadha looked at his younger self and envy bubbled inside him.

"Appudu ikkadike vasthavu raa, kanna, nuvvu" ("You always arrive here only, my love"), Aai said chuckling. Varadha shifted his gaze from his younger self to his mother. She was looking at him with such loving eyes.

"Eroju tharavatha manchi rojulu levu, Aai" ("There are no good days after this, Aai"), Varadha teared up.

"Baachi ippudu ilane unnada?" ("Does Baachi look like this, now?"), she asked curiously, threading her fingers through Vara's hair.

"Inka podugu" ("He is taller"), he replied.

"Anukunna" ("Thought so"), she said and beckoned him to sit beside her.

Varadha sat beside his mother to her left and rested his head on her shoulder.

Tears fell from his eyes and stained her golden blouse.

"Enni rojulu ayipoindhi kanna nuvvu vachi, kaani naaku antha thelusu. Sariga thinatam ledhu, padukovatledhu. Ippudu thagatam kuda" ("It has been so many days since you came here. But, I know everything. You are not eating properly. You are not sleeping properly. Now, you are drinking too"), she listed and whacked his head.

Varadha rubbed the back of his head to soften her blow.

"Repu Nanna raaka pothe, Nene karyakramam cheyali. Naaku cheyalani ledhu, Aai" ("If Father doesn't come tomorrow, I have to perform the rites. I don't want to do them, Aai"), Varadha admitted. Six years ago, his mother passed after giving birth to Baachi. Every year, his father performs Pinda Pradhaana ritual to honour Aai's memory on 21st March.

"Mee Nanna vastharu, Varadha. Maa madhyana unna Prema appatiki vuntundhi. Nuvvu kangaru padaku" ("Your father will come, Varadha. The love between him and I will always be there. Don't worry"), Aai reassured.

There was a knock on the door. His mother turned to him and hugged him fiercely. Varadha caressed her belly as she kissed him on the forehead.

"Naaku vellalani ledhu" ("I don't want to go"), Varadha said, gasping suddenly.

There was another knock on the door.

"Aaa, vasthunna" ("I am coming"), Aai shouted.

"Nenu kuda akkadiki vellatam ledhu, kanna. Nenu appudu neethone untanu" ("I am also not going anywhere, my love. I will always be with you, I promise"), she whispered into his ear.

He got up from the sofa and walked away from her. She picked up sleeping Vara into her arms and opened the door. His father was standing, smiling at the door in his black shirt and grey kurta. He took Vara from her arms and hugged her. He was talking to her but Varadha couldn't hear him. Everything was muted. He fell back into a dark room and felt breathless.

He woke up, gasping for air. After drinking some water, he fell back asleep immediately wishing he would get the same dream again.

***

Today was Baachi's birthday. For the past five years, on this day, Varadha and Baachi sat beside their father, as he dutifully completed the Pinda Pradhaana ritual in Devi Matha temple. This year, Varadha was unsure whether his father would come due to their fractured relationship.

To his relief, his father came and completed the ritual. When the three of them had to take a dip in the temple pond, Baachi got scared of getting into the water. Varadha comforted Baachi as his father watched from afar. He carried Baachi on his back and took a dip in the water.

His father's entourage was ready to leave after he put on some dry clothes. His father's assistant took Varadha to his father. His father spoke in a steady voice, "Baba and the drivers will be released from prison today."

Varadha's knees started to shake.

Raja Mannar continued,

"Malli naa maata thappithe, naa koduku vani kuda choodanu, ardha maiyindha? Gelichaanu Ani anukoku. Idhi nee Aai kosam chestunna. Nee kosam kadhu. Edho oka roju, Dhaara pellam Inka koduku dhorukuthaaru. Vallu dhorikinappudu, nee Kalla mundhe vallani champutha, Sarena?"

("If you cross me again, I will not even consider that you are my son. Don't think that you have won. I am doing this for your mother. Not for you. One day, Dhaara's wife and son will be captured. When they are captured, I will kill them while you watch, okay?")

His father's eyes were burning. There was no love there. If there was any love, it was so shattered and twisted in his grief over his wife's  death and the loss of this future of a happy family that was gone with her.

As soon as his father left, Varadha's knees gave out. He fell to the ground, crying and shaking. Baachi stood before him and said, "Endhuku, Anna, edusthunnav? Aai ki manam edisthe nacchadhu kadha, edavaku."("Why are you crying, brother? Aai doesn't like it when we cry, so, don't cry") He said it with such conviction that it made Varadha chuckle. He got up and took Baachi's hand.

"Baba eroju sayanthram intiki vasthaaru, manam emi chesi pedadham Baba thinadaaniki" ("Baba will come home by today evening. What dishes should we cook for him to eat?"), Varadha asked. Baachi chattered on listing all his favourite food items that he was sure Baba will also like to eat.

*****

tags: @deadloverscity, @ghostdriftexistence @sambaridli, @rambheem-is-real, @sinistergooseberries, @vardhamannartitties, @moonnpaww, @literariyumi, @sana2410, @varadevaficrecs

Go read @sinistergooseberries amazing fic here which gave me the idea to write the some of the dialogue in Telugu and then translate to English

#salaar #varadharaja mannar