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[suikyounamegami]

Cool-B VOL.108 | Uuultra C SS

Esta la Short Story que venía en la edición 108 de la revista Cool-B, y la segunda SS de Yomi/Juro desde que empezó este proyecto de "reclutamiento" de Kaijus pensados por los fans

así que si les gusta el Yomi/Jurou, seguramente les va a gustar

*aclaro que esta no es una traducción sino un resumen de lo que trata la historia*

al final me salió un poquito largo para ser un "resumen" pero quise hacerlo porque Yomi/Juro es mi segunda pareja fav de UrC

(Yomi parece que tiene el pelo aplanchado 😅)

-Metameta Kaijuu-

escrito e ilustrado por Kurosawa Rinko

la historia empieza con Juro diciéndole a Yomi que se despierte

la voz de Juro suena como si hubiera encontrado "algo divertido" pero Yomi no sale del futón y le pide que le traiga una taza

Juro le pregunta que si se siente mal y Yomi dice que le cuesta respirar

Juro le dice que no se levante y que le va a preparar un "Sayu" (una bebida hecha al hervir agua y luego dejándola enfriar a unos 50°C)

Yomi le dice que no hace falta y que un taza vacía basta

Juro, sin entender la situación, le trae la taza y Yomi comienza a "drenar agua" desde la punta de su dedo

Juro le pregunta que qué esta haciendo, y entonces Yomi explica que se está "deshaciendo del exceso de agua en su cuerpo", que la sensación de opresión en su pecho es causada por baja presión y que cuando los vasos sanguíneos se dilatan las vías respiratorias se inflaman, lo que le dificulta la respiración, por lo que remover fluidos reduce la inflamación, y dice que el único lugar en donde hay un cambio de clima tan significativo es en la tierra

Juro le pregunta que si está mejor, y el texto dice que Yomi tiene un dolor de cabeza que no se puede quitar, un dolor que, sumado al ritmo de las manecillas del reloj, le hace sentir como si lo pincharan

* Nota *

(digo "texto" porque la SS se cuenta desde el punto de vista de Yomi, y en algunas partes él no habla sino que piensa para sus adentros)

y dice que si cierra los ojos, un "hilo amarillo" flota detrás de sus parpados

estos hilos se enroscan unos con otros formando un misterioso patrón (que parece ser un número)

"99999"

Juro le dice que si con eso (drenar el fluido) no se cura, entonces la causa podría ser un resfriado y se va a buscar medicinas, a lo que Yomi responde que, por ser un extraterrestre, no sabe si la medicina humana funcionará

Juro responde que "para enfermedades de la tierra, usas medicinas de la tierra" y le pregunta que si mayormente él se ha curado haciendo eso (drenando los fluidos)

Yomi dice que sí, y que es la primera vez que no ha funcionado

Juro le dice que si la causa no es la baja presión entonces es mejor devolver los fluidos (a su cuerpo) y le da unas hierbas medicinales chinas

Yomi se las toma junto con los fluidos y se acuesta

entonces, Juro dice su nombre y Yomi de repente tiene un dolor en el pecho, como si lo pincharan con una aguja, y el número (99999) se le viene a la mente otra vez

Yomi le dice a Juro que, por alguna razón, se le viene a la mente cuando escucha su voz, y le pregunta que si tiene alguna idea, a lo que Juro responde que no recuerda, que no le suena de nada

Yomi no entiende si se trata de "cinco nueves en fila", o si es "99 999"

le dice a Juro que está mejorando, y le pregunta que qué era lo que le quería decir (al principio cuando le dijo que despertara)

Juro le dice que ya no importa, se disculpa por haberlo despertado y le dice se va a ir a echar otro sueñito 🥱, mientras mira su carita durmiendo 😴

Yomi vuelve a tener el dolor de cabeza y vuelve a ver el número

se levanta al mismo tiempo que Juro se acuesta y se quedan mirando con los ojos redondos ⊙ˍ⊙

Juro le dice que se ve extraño, y Yomi le pide que vuelva a decir su nombre

Juro lo hace, y Yomi otra vez ve el misterioso número y tiene el dolor de cabeza

se da cuenta de que esa es la señal/presencia de un Kaiju, que el dolor está "vinculado al nombre" y el número probablemente es la "cifra del daño" (la cantidad de daño recibido)

Juro le pregunta si otra vez está escondiendo algo y le pide que le hable con honestidad, después de llamar su nombre repetidas veces, a lo que Yomi, con todo el dolor del mundo, le dice que no (no está escondiendo nada)

Juro le dice que el día anterior fue a la oficina de correos a comprar estampas, y que le pidieron insistentemente su nombre y su foto, pero que él se rehusó (al parecer era el visitante No. 10,000)

Yomi se sorprende y le dice que irá un momentito a la oficia de correos, pero Juro le dice que descanse en santa paz, lo levanta y lo pone de vuelta en el futón

le pide que lo deje hacer de enfermero encargarse de él, que si no confía en él, mide la temperatura de su frente y le frota los dedos de los pies

el texto dice que Yomi no puede decirle al "noble" Juro (que está intentando darle calorcito) que ÉL es la causa, que todo se solucionaría simplemente con decirle que se abstenga de decir su nombre, pero que no puede decirle algo tan frío a Juro, tampoco quiere que se sepa que en "ese mundo" todavía quedan Kaijus

(recuerden que había "dos tierras", una en la que habían Kaijus y la otra donde "no habían", pero si que quedaban...)

Yomi decide entonces decirle a Juro que todo era una "mentirita", que sólo fingió estar enfermo para que Juro cuidara de él

Juro vuelve a decir su nombre, se va corriendo al pasillo y luego regresa con un tazón humeante 🍵

hizo "papilla de huevo", diciendo que de vez en cuando él debería cocinar, pero que "fracasó" en cocinar el arroz y entonces decidió por lo menos hacer "Tamagoyaki"

¿cúal fue la sorpresa?

pues que resultó que el huevo tenía "doble yema"

"dos yemas en un solo huevo", eso era lo que quería decirle cuando lo despertó al principio, y explica que es una particularidad de las gallinas jóvenes que no están acostumbradas a poner huevos, y que lo mismo pasa con él (no poder cocinar bien), pero que lo hizo para él, que está enfermo

le dice que se lo trague, que se duerma y que se mejore

Yomi le da las gracias, sabiendo que si decía su nombre Juro de regreso llamaría el suyo, pero que aún así, quería escuchar su voz, y entonces explica que el número "99999" es donde "se detiene la cuenta"

que si es un "ataque" basado en los "sentimientos excesivos" de Juro, entonces se puede dejar como está

un "amor" que es capaz hasta de "ponerlo enfermo"

una "presión" que recae sólo sobre él

en resumen, no es un "dolor" que haya comenzado ese día

Efectivamente, NO! 😅

Yomi llevaba años aguantando esa "presión"

no sé si soy la única que piensa esto ￣_￣||| pero incluso en el mismo juego, la "obsesión" de Juro por Yomi era hasta "creepy...?"

me parece que Juro tenía demasiada "dependencia" de Yomi, y esto a su vez también molestaba a Yomi

es la impresión que me daba... 🙄

Página 25

en esta página está la explicación de cómo funciona la habilidad del Kaijuu

según dice Roboco

su nombre es "Metameta Kaiju", su sensación es la del plástico, y ronda el area de Seijo

(es una ternura *︾▽︾)

el significado de "Metameta" es como, "algo que va más allá de los extremos", "de lo excesivo"

(como el amor de Juro por Yomi, que es algo que está fuera de este mundo, algo que está más allá de nuestra comprensión ˘︹˘)

la idea de este Kaiju fue de alguien con el seudónimo de "SPC", y explica que es un "Monstruo Parámetro"

visualiza todo (aleatoriamente) como parámetros, y estos se te vienen a la mente

si alguien se da cuenta de él, el número de veces que llamen su nombre será visible para esa persona, y que dependiendo del número de veces, se pueden transmitir hasta los "sentimientos"

la razón por la que le puso el ojo a Juro, fue porque quería darle un "empujoncito" a su espalda, que se veía "modesta"

pero que al parecer nunca se imaginó que Juro tenía una pareja (Yomi) en su casa, y que estaba siendo "presionado" por una "gravedad" como la de un agujero negro...

pero que eventualmente se curará...

Y bueno, eso ha sido todo por este artículo, espero que les haya gustado 😙

y si están interesados en "Ooe" (大穢), pueden leer el artículo de la revista Cool-B de este mes aquí ^_^

#uuultra c #ウウウルトラc #urc #ウルc #cool-b #adelta #yomi #夜美 #juurou #十郎

[bobalites]

senior side characters 💖

#miracles original characters #oc #artists on tumblr #original characters #masashi #suzu #kichiro #hana #juurou #akari #ayumu #masuyo #kousuke #oc artist

[bean-doge]

"Interspersion of light", Yomi and Juurou's after story

Now living peacefully, one day Yomi seems to have found a new ‘hobby’… It’s a story about an idle alien in late summer.

I was walking up the slope next to the hedge.

The gravel was heated by the sun, and the surroundings looked hazy, as if in a dream.

Bamboo leaves cast a shadow on one side of the road, attracting walkers.

A long and narrow path covered in shadow.

And after the end of the slope, the scorching heat continues.

I noticed an old man walking down and stepped out of the shadow.

When we passed each other, we bowed and tipped our hats.

Our sleeves brushed against each other.

It was late summer, when cicadas started to change their voices.

Having finished my 'work' before noon, I was coming back home, where he was waiting for me.

     

There’s a poetic word for late summer.

It’s supposed to make a melancholic impression, but today’s heat made you forget about it.

My 'work' was to go from home to the post office.

But only now have I thought that I shouldn't have underestimated this trip and should have brought a hand fan with me.

     

The front door was opened to let the wind in.

It passed through the gates along with me, and the wind chime rang in a clear sound.

This sound let him know that I had come back.

I took off the geta, hung up the hat, and wiped my neck, drenched in sweat, with the sleeve.

I crossed the corridor, trying to look as calm as possible.

     

“I’m home.”

“Welcome back.”

     

He was the one who told me that I should have brought a hand fan.

Yomi smiled with just his eyes and dropped his gaze back to his hands. Slowly and steadily, scissors were eating into the paper.

There was a pile of small cut-out squares scattered around the tea table.

I sat on the opposite side, and he passed me a cup of tea he was drinking.

It tasted like water with melted ice.

     

We lived quietly.

I earned some money by writing poems and publishing them in magazines.

Earlier I went to the post office to send the manuscript.

“How was the response?”

“They keep urging me, so they must have liked it.”

“I see. This is good to hear.”

“...I don’t know about this.”

“Is it not impressive?”

“It’s just a miserable man’s feelings put on display.”

“I am quite happy to think that your words might save someone.”

“......”

“So, when will I get to read it?”

Yomi didn’t look away from his hands.

I looked at the radiant summer garden, listening to the faraway sound of cicadas and the nearby sound of scissors.

“I’ve told you many times. These are just my words to you put together as poems.”

“Then it should be fine for me to read it, right?”

“......”

On the second glance, I noticed that Yomi’s hands had stopped. He smiled at me, his eyes narrowed.

He was enjoying the way my voice had gotten stuck in my throat after his teasing.

“Words are fish, and poems are fossils.”

“I like fossils.”

“Words are fossils, and poems are soil.”

“I like soil as well.”

“Please, don’t make fun of me… I don’t want you to ask me of this only when you feel like it.”

He put down the scissors and walked out into the corridor with a smile on his face.

“It must have been hot,” he said, and I heard his footsteps heading to the kitchen.

I took the scissors in his stead and started cutting the paper in the same way he did.

These pieces of paper with one or two dots painted on them are called piece marks.

They're printed on food and housewares packaging.

I’m not sure why Yomi started collecting them. Probably out of boredom.

     

“Tarou-san sent us a gift.”

     

I heard Yomi’s voice from the kitchen.

At the same time I heard the sound of cork being pulled out.

“It’s your favourite orange juice.”

“First time I hear about that.”

Only my uncle and aunt know about our quietude.

They live in Aoyama and don’t visit this house.

They know it would be a burden for me if they tried to get closer.

Yomi came back and put two glasses on the tea table.

How nostalgic.

Memories of my uncle doing the same when we were kids came to mind.

“I finished cutting it out.”

“Thank you.”

“What will you do when you collect them all?”

“I will send them to Seijo elementary school. They have a box near the gates to collect offerings from the neighbourhood.”

He slid one mark across the table with his index finger.

Then he started to arrange the scattered cut-outs by the score.

When he collected ten one-point marks, he smiled in delight.

"Apparently, they can be exchanged for different goods according to the score. The school could buy an electric fan or a heater.”

“I see.”

“So I am acting like a hero!”

“...Huh?”

I said involuntarily.

In a split second that I was looking down, Yomi had hidden his face behind a magazine.

It was Josei Nine for which I was writing.

“......”

“They have a special feature on fireworks.”

“...I see.”

“It seems like there will be a fireworks display in Tamagawa tonight.”

“......”

“Why don’t we go see it?”

“It’s far.”

“We can view it from the shrine nearby.”

Ice was crumbling inside the glass.

I nodded with a sigh, and Yomi lowered the magazine. Eyes, shaped like crescent moons, peeked at me.

     

Interspersion of light

     

"This brings back memories.”

     

We have gone to temple festivals before.

It was back when you still couldn’t walk.

You were drawn in by the sound of the fireworks, so I slipped out of our house, carrying you on my back.

Clutching on my clothes to not fall, you were watching the festival hustle and fireworks blooming in the sky with your eyes wide open.

     

And now you are standing next to me without my help.

“Am I wearing my yukata properly?”

“Yes. It suits you.”

“Thank you.”

A speaker that was supposed to be a siren was playing festival songs today.

Back then, I couldn’t do what I promised you.

I turned my back to the place you were pointing at, saying “I want to go”, and ran home as fast as I could.

     

Yomi was going up the stairs with a light sound.

I followed him, not running anymore.

     

Night market stalls were lined up on the temple grounds.

The crowd was brimming with excitement.

“It looked like a spaceship.”

“?”

Paper lanterns as portholes.

Old songs as an alien language.

From the very beginning, I always knew that you were not from this world.

“Like a ship that came to take you home.”

This temple was standing on a hill in the residential area.

Scared by the festival lights emerging from the evening darkness, I didn’t dare to come close.

And now, when I had finally revealed the truth, Yomi covered his mouth with both hands and laughed silently.

“My people are not that kind.”

“......”

I couldn’t know that.

“If no news came, I would be assumed dead. And this planet would be declared as an unsuitable environment.”

“So… no replacement or help would come?”

“The invasion efficiency rate is 100%. There is no chance that attack would be unsuccessful.”

“Then it’s 99%.”

“?”

“I’m talking about you.”

“Ah, this is what you mean… 1% that had stayed because of his own indecisiveness.”

I didn’t notice the moment I started holding his hand.

“Back then, I wanted to go only to learn about the folk beliefs of this world.”

“And did you learn anything?”

“Yes.”

Yomi’s cheeks turned red.

This smile was definitely meant for me, not for the mask.

     

“Ah!!!”

     

Yomi’s pupils suddenly widened.

He pointed behind me, shaking our joined hands.

“Look at this, Juurou!!”

I was dragged to the shooting range.

He was excitedly looking at the rice cooker put on display in the middle of the stall.

Did you really want something like this?

Would you even be able to use it considering how bad you are with machines?

Yomi ignored my confusion and got even more excited.

“Please!”

Nudged by their parents, children tried to get the rice cooker.

Every time the ball hit the box and bounced back, Yomi trembled slightly.

Even if you don’t rush…

“It’s usually impossible to get a prize like that.”

“You can’t know if you don’t try!”

Child who had missed the target left the shooting range.

Yomi took the gun in their stead and aimed, placing his elbows on the table.

I paid 30 yen to the shopkeeper.

Sounds of children firing blanks echoed next to us.

Even some parents who decided to try themselves have given up and started leaving.

The price of this is 30 yen.

Yet Yomi still aimed at the rice-cooker with his eyes wide-open.

It’s absurd.

Trying to get the target in the centre from the very side of the table.

“Aim at the underside.”

“......”

“You have three shots, and if you manage to push it down…”

It suddenly became very quiet, I thought.

Yomi looked up at me as I spoke with such seriousness and chuckled.

He brought one eye down to the gun and pulled the trigger.

A heavy sound that definitely wasn’t that of a blank hit the box.

     

“I told you, didn’t I?”

     

The box leaned back and was now supported by the stall’s curtain.

It was as if the rice cooker itself was surprised, having no plans to fall.

While me and the shopkeeper were staring at it in amazement, Yomi smiled shyly to the applause of the children.

     

When we left the stall, it was completely dark outside.

Yomi had a hundred-point piece mark in his hand.

And the rice cooker was put in the centre of the display again, with its box cut a little bit.

“Household appliances sure do give a lot of points!”

“It's good that we didn’t take the actual thing home.”

“It would have broken if I tried to use it.”

“It would.”

“Why do you seem so relieved?”

“Nothing can compare to the kamameshi you make.”

     

Darkness deepened. You could feel the autumn approaching.

But the crowd of people on the long road wanting to preserve the summer made the temperature rise.

Children wearing masks were shouting their secret techniques.

A dazzling earthling and an alien collecting piece marks.

I gripped Yomi’s hand even stronger than before.

“I am not going anywhere.”

Yomi answered me.

“I am here.”

“I still can’t trust you.”

It had been a while since the last time we walked together like this.

Even if I know that other people can see you, I still can’t help but think that this convenient happiness is just a dream.

“You are a man who can disappear as soon as I let go of your hand.”

It’s not as if I wanted to hear any excuses from him, but...

When I looked at his face, waiting for an answer, Yomi smiled, as always.

“Can you show me a face like this again?”

“?”

“It was very cute.”

“I’m not joking.”

I quickened my pace.

Yomi, whom I pulled with me, suddenly lost his footing.

He almost fell forward, but I caught him in my chest.

The strap of his geta was snapped.

The crowd went around us, who were standing still, and flowed forward like a river.

“Ah, it finally snapped.”

“These geta are quite old.”

I picked up the geta, lending him my shoulder instead.

     

The tree shadow on the side of the road was dim and concealed us from the noise.

He leaned back on the tree, and I kneeled before him, checking the geta.

They belonged to my young father or uncle.

The other one seemed fine at first glance, but when I looked closer, I saw that its strap was also damaged.

“Maybe it happened because I started running.”

“Because you tripped, probably.”

I ripped a strip from my handkerchief and twisted it into a small rope.

I tied it in place of the strap and put the geta on Yomi’s foot.

It was too loose and shook around.

It definitely needed to be readjusted.

“Thank you.”

“Let’s buy new ones at the stalls.”

I took Yomi’s ankle to try putting the geta on again.

Suddenly, as if coming out of smoke, his foot touched my chin.

“!”

He urged me to look up.

I didn’t notice when a gentle and affectionate smile appeared on his face.

“What do I need to do for you to believe me?”

“......”

His toes traced my Adam’s apple, pulled aside my collar, and touched my collarbone.

“I am always telling you that this is not a dream, am I not?”

In Yomi’s eyes, I saw myself furrowing my brows like a child.

Seeing me like this, he pulled his foot back.

His gaze went to the road, where the lights were shining.

I laid down the broken geta and put my hand on the side of his face.

I want to ask you so many things.

You don’t have to talk about them if you don’t want to.

But…

I’m scared.

“I can’t love you when you’re so fickle.”

My vanity was melted away by the heat of the festival.

I’m sure Yomi felt the same.

“When I split this Earth into two… I think I was split as well.”

“......”

“We were both saved by Shin’ichi and walked the same path.

…But one thing that was different, was ‘her’, who was supposed to become your mother but fell in love with another being.”

Another… being.

“Just like a certain someone, she loved the blues of the Earth.”

“......”

“Because of this, you were never born; because of this, the world exists as it is now.”

“......”

“She really was a handful. To think that she would forget about her role in waking myself and put herself to ‘sleep’ as well…”

“......”

“However, I am not your dream…”

“What relationship did you have with my mother?”

“?”

Every time you mentioned ‘her’ while speaking in your familiar tone, my heart darkened.

“...Was she your partner?”

“Huh?”

Yomi’s eyes opened wide, and he burst into laughter.

But when he saw that I didn’t laugh with him, he closed his mouth, swallowing the rest.

“What did you find so weird?”

“I am sorry; I did not think that you would care about this.”

“You thought that I wouldn’t care?”

“Are you jealous?”

“......”

“Please, do not worry.”

One hand touching the other, our fingers intertwined.

     

“I only ever had one partner in my life. It is you, Juurou.”

     

Vibrations shook the festival grounds.

Immediately, everyone looked at the sky.

Seeing Yomi’s cheek turn red, I realised that the fireworks has begun.

     

“Let’s go.”

     

Yomi took my hand and started running.

A black thread was tied in place of a geta strap that was about to snap again.

It seems like once more I missed the time when he started walking by himself.

Listening to the sounds of fireworks behind my back, I ran up the long stone stairs.

     

When I looked back at the wide open sky, I saw dots of light spreading throughout it.

Colourful fireworks bloomed in it and then faded away.

Probably, residents of all the wardens gazed at these lights and sounds, yearning for the stars.

     

“Thousands of meteors have fallen in the last hundred years.”

One more firework went up.

“Even before I arrived, ‘all kinds of things’ came here flying.

And humans must have come in contact with them.”

“They probably did.”

“And when needed, their sleeping protective instinct must have been awakened.”

Just as hawks have claws and bees have venom, we, who live on the same planet, must have the power to fight.

So maybe heroes called Icaruses were an immune response meant to protect the Earth.

“This planet is not suited for an alien like me after all.”

“It looks quite peaceful to me.”

“Do you really think so?”

“?”

“Do not mind me.”

What did you imply by that…

“Did you know that there was heavy rain yesterday?”

“Ah, I heard about it. It’s good that Sayashi residence wasn’t flooded even for a millimetre.”

“And there was a case with people growing animal ears. Maybe it really was a dream, just as you say.”

“It was. And you looked extremely good.”

“......”

Yomi snuggled closer to me, as if asking to stay this way.

     

“When you die, I will destroy the Earth.”

     

One more firework went up.

“But until then, I will protect your peace.”

“I won’t die.

I’ll be reborn as a blue flower next. The colour that you love so much.

When you find me, take me and put me in your hair.

And by the time I wilt, I’ll be reborn as a new flower once again.”

     

You didn’t laugh at my words.

Looking at you shedding tears, I was the one who laughed.

     

Please, tell me if there are any mistakes or places that sound weird.

#uuultra c #adelta #yomijuurou #hibarino yomi #sayashi juurou #bean doge translates

[onepiece-lov]

Zoro-Juuro OP05-067 by tatsuya from Booster Pack -AWAKENING OF THE NEW ERA- [OP-05]

#one piece #one piece tcg #one piece card game #onepiece #optcg #zorojuro #zoro-juurou #roronoa zoro #Straw Hat Crew #tatsuya #OP5 #character card #color: purple #attribute: slash

[maya5392]

hello uuultra c fandom *tumbleweed passes by*

#uuultra c #my art #i can't believe my first fanart is a shitpost #anyways uhh kinda spoilers i guess #this is inspired by akira in shock at juurou being bottom in the guidebook #me too akira but it's ok he's really good at it

[akinari-kashihara]

#UuultraC #Uuultra C #Sayashi Juurou #Juurou Sayashi #Happy Birthday Juurou!!

[itzrayla]

bites you . what is haunted sekai that sounds like something that would appeal to me .

They're unfortunately not real spooky they're like teehee Halloween spooky and it is sooo hard to assign them songs cuz I can only find actual horror instead of the silly kind </3 ALSO I FORGOT THEIR UNIT IS NAMED "GRAVENIGHT" (in all caps)

I added the theme tags later but to expand on that; The leader Miyako Kurosawa is themed on Vampires, Juurou Hayashi is themed on Zombies, Yuto Amano is themed on Ghosts (specifically a yurei), and Tsuneo Yamamoto is themed on Mummies. Just like canon they all have a theme in their last names! Biomes!!

Kurosawa: Marsh [NOTE: It's also matching the Storybook Sekai's color name theme because her sister is in that unit- since in canon sibling names dual theme] Hayashi: Forest Amano: Field Yamamoto: Mountain

I kinda have an outfit idea in mind for them and it's just like a neat little suit with small top hats hats specific to their themes (Vampire has fang design, Zombie looks stitched up, [idk ghost], Mummy has bandages on the base)

Designs. Uhhh. I only know Yuto has long black hair like the yurei ghost. Because I don't actually have mental faces for them RN, Miyako looks like An, Juurou looks like if you blended Akito and Tsukasa and general silliness, and Tsuneo looks like Toya. Why are they VBS to me? No idea, I've been trying to mold their faces to be unique in my head and it's just not happening.

ALSO because this unit has 2 guys (matching canon gender patterns) their assigned Vocaloid is Kaito and their vocaloids are all classic monsters from famous novels. Miku is Frankenstein's Monster and the Kagamines are Jeckyl and Hyde (IDK which is which tho). I don't know about the others yet.

The few songs I've assigned them are: Happy Halloween (Not) a Devil Vampire [I should probably assign zombies but i didn't know the song yet when the list was made]

#Fun Fact: In my imaginary line division of (Not) A Devil [Yuto & Tsuneo] are Deco*27 Miku and [Miyako & Juurou] are PinnochioP Miku #Also I have one sekai that glitched (Cuz I HC Sekais as technology AND magic) and they didn't get a Miku so Len's left all alone #Miku's the last vocaloid to manifest in their specific sekai

[marinehaddock]

Little Bleepo, the world's most miserable creature

Update: Sticker now available

#Uuultra C #UuultraC #Juurou Sayashi #Sayashi Juurou

[postazamostaza]

Juurou... Akira... Their bond... I need more...

#Juurou was the first one who showed justice to bby Akira 🥺 #And he only chose a name for himself when he met him 😭😭😭

[ni-kol-koru]

Akashi Seijūrō Birthday

December 20th 2022 : Happy birthday to the Emperor 👑

#kuroko no basuke #knb #kurobas #kuroko no basket #the basketball which kuroko plays #kurokos basketbal #rakuzan #my art #fanart #akashi seijuurou #akashi seijuro #mayuzumi chihiro #nebuya eikichi #hayama kotaro #hayama kotarou #mibuchi reo #this is a little different #mayuzumi caught juurou off guard and wanted to take a quick birthday picture #the uncrowned kings joined in quickly #though they only managed to throw in some hand and arm gestures #theyre there though #this was funnn #i love it too #also the 'filter' that i drew on pic 2 was some random snapchat birthday filter i downloaded off google #birthday drawing

[meelyuu]

the villain

#my art #uuultra c #juurou sayashi #sayashi juurou #i love him so much as a character i don't know why i didn't draw him even once

[onepiece-lov]

Zoro-Juuro OP05-067 Alt Art by Makitoshi from Booster Pack -AWAKENING OF THE NEW ERA- [OP-05]

#one piece #one piece tcg #one piece card game #onepiece #optcg #roronoa zoro #zorojuro #zoro-juurou #straw hat crew #Makitoshi #character card #color: purple #attribute: slash #OP5 #alt art

[comment-exchange]

292. Press Me To Your Heart (Uuultra C)

Title: Press Me To Your Heart Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45197620 Platform: Ao3 Creator: MarineHaddock Work Type: Fanfic Fandom: Uuultra C Rating: M Pairing: Hibarino Yomi/Sayashi Juurou Word count: 1077 Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major (Canonical) Character Death Number of comments: 1 Completion Status: Complete Short summary/description: ▲ wakes up and is sick of ▼ doing as she pleases so steps in, only to be caught.

#submission #ao3 #ff #UC #HYxSJ #1k #1c #complete #one shot #tw: graphic depictions of violence #tw: major character death #Yomijuu #MarineHaddock #archive of our own #fanfiction #Uuultra C #Hibarino Yomi/Sayashi Juurou

[akinari-kashihara]

My love The rising sun you see Is my setting sun

The setting sun you see Is my rising sun

Countless shadows are born from one sun Your shadow can only be born from you

#UuultraC #Yomijuu #Hibarino Yomi #Sayashi Juurou #Yomi Hibarino #Juurou Sayashi #Uuultra C

[kuraraki]

Yknow one of my main gripes with aishota is how there are obvious PAIRINGS but no obvious GROUPS. Like aside from the whole unit dynamic, most of them don't really feel like they have any other dynamics outside of of their pair or unit. Like I suppose there's Kenta&Kiichi&Hajime or Setsuna&Hinata&Juurou but even those aren't very fleshed out tbh

#kur.txt #i feel like Hayato&Kenta&Iori might be interesting tho (theyre the rgb group lmao) #either Raion or Setsuna could be part of the “babysitting squad” (with hina juurou reo syun) too

[wardevilwins]

There Is No Such Thing As Justice With Chainsaw Man

正義の味方: the Ally of Justice. This is a concept that runs through Japanese hero stories, from cop dramas to Kamen Rider and now to Chainsaw Man. It begins in 1958 with the mysterious figure of Moonlight Mask.

Moonlight Mask (月光仮面) is Japan’s first Superhero Tokusatsu (practical effects based film such as Ultraman, Kamen Rider, Godzilla, etc.) The series follows a simple formula, one of the “Skull Masks,” a group of international spies that wears well…skull masks, will be running some evil scheme in their effort to acquire the “Joe-engine Bomb,” a secret weapon developed by Japanese scientists.

When the Skull Masks’ villainous ways put innocents in danger, there appears the masked man, Ally of Justice, Moonlight Mask, riding on his motorcycle, with automatic pistol in hand. He only shoots to disarm, never to kill, forgives his enemies and never takes a life. He uses his superhuman (?) strength to protect the weak.

One interesting aspect of Moonlight Mask is that no one, not even the audience, has the hero’s hidden identity confirmed. It is implied through the storytelling that the great detective Juurou and Moonlight are one and the same, but even the credits don’t reveal his identity: Moonlight, played by “?”

This concept of Justice — a faceless, benevolent protector — is the foundation of Japanese super hero stories. You can see its influence in the Kamen Rider, Super Sentai and Sailor Moon, and you can see it’s negation in Chainsaw Man.

Denji is notable amongst Shonen heroes for his unclear ethics. More than his unfiltered sexuality, his lack of education or his meager material conditions, this is what makes him especially relatable.

Other heroes in the Moonlight Mask tradition are driven by a particular sense of morality, of Justice, and they act to protect that idea of what is right and wrong. But the rules they are bound by exist beyond the law and order of civil society. Moonlight Mask never kills, not because killing is illegal, but because it is wrong. His motto: “Don’t hate, don’t kill, forgive.”

Denji does not have a meaningful code. Nor does he have a particularly meaningful dream. His goals are mundane and his morality is common. He doesn’t want to hurt people, he doesn’t want to let them die, and he is kind. But this isn’t motivated by a coherent philosophy. And it doesn’t spur him to action. It is, if anything, a point of confusion.

This makes Denji realistic, because individuals rarely have a coherent ethical system by which they evaluate their choices. People make the choices that they do because of who they are, whether those choices are coherent or not. Choices aren’t computations or evaluations, they are the endpoints of a story.

This is Fujimoto’s brand of existentialism, not unlike Kierkegaard’s, but with less freedom. Denji creates the meaning of his existence from what he sees around him — he decides his own dreams — but this doesn’t grant him the sublime freedom to take a leap of faith. Rather, it is an act of necessity, something that you cannot help but do. You need to dream to keep moving forward.

Ethics, then, is not a dispassionate evaluation, but an encounter between a person’s intrinsic drive for a better life and the reality of the world. Regardless of choices being right or wrong, people still do what they do for reasons rooted in the life they have lived. This is the reality of how choices are made, rather than an ideal designed for passing judgement.

On the contrary, the villains in Chainsaw Man are exactly those people who believe that they can pass judgement. The Allies of Justice are not heroes who protect the weak, they are villains who use their moral code to justify selfish action. And that is the root of evil: they are dishonest with their selfish life.

Yuko is an example of this. Yuko wants to save Asa because she wants to be seen as a hero, like Chainsaw Man, but she justifies it by casting herself as an Ally of Justice, a protector of the weak, like Moonlight Mask. Unlike Moonlight Mask, she doesn’t follow some abstract code. Her inflated ego leads her to justify violence, and ultimately transforms her into a devil.

Asa, on the other hand, is genuinely selfish in her actions. She makes choices based on what she wants to be right, regardless of the outcome. She doesn’t hide her selfish intent behind a moral excuse; she is selfishly moral: she acts as she wants the world to be, rather than giving in to what it is.

This is closer to Kierkegaard, but again, there is no faith. Asa doesn’t have to believe the world is good. This is the selfish aspect. She decides what the good choice is based on her moral intuition, then tries to make that real, even if it is a risk. This is Fujimoto’s heroism: the bravery to be wrong.

This Justice, this heroism, is consistent but dependent. It’s not the same as relativism because Yuko was wrong. She wasn’t being honest with her dreams. She was selfish, but not living selfishly.

This is why there is no Justice with Chainsaw Man. Because what is right isn’t about an abstract Justice which you defend. The hero isn’t a faceless detective, stripped of his name, who appears from the shadows the save you from a similarly faceless evil. The hero is just a kid, just some girl, just a person who has lived a life which has led to a moment, and in that moment makes a choice, adds to their story.

Chainsaw Man isn’t a story with Justice, it is a story about Justice. A story about how Justice is created in the search for happiness. And right now, Denji has lost his drive. He has lost sight of who he wants to be — which is good to some degree, as he l still clings to sexual impulse — but has yet to discover what good he wants to create, what he wants to believe the world should be.

There is No Justice With Chainsaw Man

Yet.

#chainsaw man #denji #justice #analysis #tokusatsu #moonlight mask #Yuko #Asa #ethics #morality #existentialism