It’s the little ways that they remind us how young the kids are, like Percy asking how to make the car go backwards. He’s a 12 year old from nyc of course he doesn’t know how to put a car in reverse
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here me out….since naruhina and minakushi parallel each other, and most of those parallels were
Kushina = Naruto, and Minato = Hinata
then?????
here’s without the background!
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in my opinion, disco elysium writes its leftist characters to be flawed and their choices can be interpreted as wrong not as some kind of test of faith for the audience where if you say “hey that thing they did or said was wrong actually” then you failed and are a bad player who missed the point
I think it’s a game that wants to speak to the complexity and nuance of being a leftist and seeing the world that way. it wants to bare its soul. it expresses its opinions strongly but doesn’t doggedly seek to control the audience’s thoughts and morals. it seems to value emotional authenticity over brute ideological power. and that’s good
in giving the player the space to doubt, critique, get angry at, and question the beliefs and choices of leftist characters, but also giving them a world that is fundamentally structured around a leftist analysis, it’s inviting them to spontaneously engage in leftist discourse. I think it’s an intended part of the game
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Diabolik Lovers Dark Fate Vol. 3 Chapter of the Last Quarter — Short Story Translation
A short, sweet, and comedic tale about the Mukami brothers being supportive siblings… and nearly committing accidental fratricide in the process. Meanwhile, Yui watches with increasing concern as the disaster unfolds.
Please refrain from using or reposting the translation anywhere without my permission.
[Note: The story is written in Yui's POV.]
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"Uh...something's wrong..."
Kou-kun groaned as he stared down at the pot.
"Should I help after all?"
"Eve, you mustn't get involved...okay? Just quietly watch over us."
Even though he said that, an increasingly terrible smell was spreading throughout the kitchen. Despite being told not to interfere, I was starting to get a bit worried.
"Maybe it needs some sugar-chan!?"
"Ah!!"
Before I could stop him, Yuma-kun dumped several sugar cubes into the pot, filling the room with a foul stench. I felt a sense of despair.
The whole mess had started when Ruki-kun injured his hand.
"Ruki-kun always cooks for us, so let's all pitch in today!"
And so, Kou-kun's plan of making dinner ended up as disastrously as I had feared.
"...This is...?"
"Well... It's supposed to be curry..."
Kou-kun glanced at me as if pleading for help. When I looked at Yuma-kun and Azusa-kun, they averted their eyes. In short, something horrible had been created. Its color was... to put it nicely, pitch black. After tasting it, Yuma-kun commented nonsensically that it was "bittersweetsalty". Dubbed "Mukami Brothers' Style Curry" it had transformed into a mysterious substance resembling anything but curry. Just by looking at it, anyone would instantly recognize it as inedible.
Yet, Ruki-kun was peering at the plates lined up on the table with a happy look on his face.
"Maybe it's better if we don't eat this..."
In spite of Kou-kun's uneasiness, Ruki-kun scooped up the substance with a spoon and brought it to his mouth.
". . ."
"It's disgusting."
We all shared the same fear. That even though he's immortal, Ruki-kun might die from this.
Despite his words, Ruki-kun's expression suddenly relaxed. We stared at him in amazement.
"R-Ruki-kun...!!"
"Ruki..."
"Ruki...! Damn it! Yer such a...!"
The three brothers, seemingly drained, collapsed to their knees on the spot. Ruki-kun simply watched them in silence as he continued to eat.
And then, afterwards—Ruki-kun was bedridden for three days and nights. Even though Vampires aren't supposed to get sick...
Seeing this, his brothers made a firm vow to themselves. They would never try to cook again.
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something happens and i'm head over heels / don't take my heart, don't break my heart, don't throw it away
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After reading your snippets I usually have kinda weird but upmost entertaining dreams.
Today it was Sokka as a bookshop assistant, doing deliveries. Local Tea Guy was claiming his vision is not as good as it was, so he made his half blind nephew read to him. Half of Iroh's books are self help books, and it took Sokka like, two seconds to get the picture. It helped that during readings Azula kept making dry comments on everything and Iroh was doing miniature embroidery.
Sokka made reports of those readings and gave recommendations on which book fits best to Zuko's feral tone.
Thank you for your stories! I like them very much and you helped me a lot to don't shy away from including seemingly silly/just for fun details into my own art.
All the love <3
This is a whole one shot fic right here, thank you for gifting us with Screen Reader Zuko (Does Not Realize He's Being Tricked Into Being a Self-Help Encyclopedia) on this fine morning
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