#sweetish upload

[sweetish-original-story]

Chapter 18

Back in the cold, dusty halls of Sammy's home the echoes of faint panting bounced back and forth against the walls, the floor and the ceiling. The muffled, rhyming sound of perfectly aligned footsteps acted as a beat to the primal sound, and had it not been trapped in her ribcage, be accompanied by the procession of her heart. The Tiffany Arrows album had run out of songs to play, and Sammy didn't feel like pressing replay or thinking of something else to play. The treadmill she uses costs more than her rhinoplasty. Granted, her rhinoplasty was only a simple file down, to make her nose more sharp.

Somehow that thought distracted her from the beads of sweat rolling down her brow and the dryness in her lungs. That nose job was the first and most defining treatment she ever had, not counting the never ending diets, never ending vitamins, military level workouts and fully prepaid spa treatments. The way she looked before, while still considered more than beautiful by her peers, was too round and soft for the standard set in her circle. Her culture believed that outer beauty was one of the most defining factors in a person's life, and she's heard horror stories of people who were thown away as children in the past for looking too ungodly. For as much Sammy thought the whole thing was stupid, she couldn't help but admit that she herself had memories of being treated as less than when she first started making her own clothing. In that moment, a voice crossed her mind;

"What a horrible thing to think! Back home, people like that were seen as miracles, a gift from the depths of the ocean to cherish! How could your people leave your very own out to rot!" Dulce. Of course it was his voice that crossed her mind. Sammy decided to turn the treadmill down a bit to focus on this one amongst the sea of other thoughts scratching away in the back of her mind. She can't focus if she's breathing too loud.

Dulce always made being a good person seem so... effortless. How does someone do that, just to be a good person, a kind soul with no flaws whatsoever? Well of course there are the OBVIOUS ones, but if her country didn't have that stupid social standard they would ALL see it too. When she was younger she heard whispers about their race being uneducated thieves who live in caves because they were too ugly to be seen by The Serpent. How they would spend all day getting drunk and belligerent and all night cannabalizing anyone and anything that bothered them.

 Even as a child she thought they were horrible rumors, but to her shock, just a couple of weeks ago the dumbest one of all turned out to be true. Who would have guessed Murfolken were born with a golden tooth on their forehead? Why? What was it used for? And why does it fall off? At the time she was too embarrassed to ask anything further, but now, especially with the swarm of emails and fan letters asking about it during the last issue....

She turns the treadmill down again. A nice simple trot. Focus. 

Her own people were not as magical in her mind. Sirpentborne were just so... predictable. Easy. Too easy to categorize. She tries not to let her own biased inform her relationship with others, but each and every day, having to look at the same grey skin blue cheeks and the same beesting lips under the same sharpened nose under the same stoney brow over the slightly different shade of grey or blue or black or whatever eyes is maddening. And then having to perfect it all? Mass producing photo after photo, everything being clean and safe and the only difference being mole, a season, photoshopping out any leaf that's less than green and any flower that didn't bloom?She'd rather die right now, right in this moment, by being run over by a sentient gelato truck that reincarnated into a duck. An angry gelato truck. With wings.

Dulce never felt that way. He loved every bit of what she captured, the dust, the dirt, the picture she kept in her personal folder of him sitting on the floor of his shop after closing, absolutely demolishing a crunchy walnut burrito, doused in cheese and hot sauce. That was REAL joy. REAL life. He didn't need a wedding with irisis shipped in from the west or to have all of his kids wearing the exact same dress, tailored and clean pressed. She didn't need A jeweled arch or to wait 5 hours so the sun could be in the right spot. He didn't even notice what a shabby job she did when setting up the stand at the food fair. She didn't think he even realized the table fell over because of her recklessness. Of course, shed have done a better job of she wasn't late but he didn't even bring it up. He was just... grateful. For everything she did. 

The sound of her machine slowly gave way to the near imperceptble sound of heels, clicking away at marble, and the jingling of keys. It Sammy moved to her room now, her mother would take it as an invitation to have a "conversation with her. She had to stay calm. Quiet. Unnoticeable. A piece of background art in her own home. Like the echoes on the wall and the dust on the ivory. Complete invisibility.

The sound stopped for a moment, and so did Sammy's breath. The opening of a drawer. The low grumble in her mom's throat. More clicking. A door. A door? And then... silence. All was silent besides her feet and her machine. Her mother simply forgot her day clutch. She had been spared. 

In quiet relief, Sammy decided to turn the entire set up off. 

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[dradelcra]

HJ-7 analysis (Re-Upload)

-Start Day 2-

PART ONE

Hi-jinks continue below:

Okay, (I) watched some Youtube channels and we can get our red liquid by combining Chlorine water with Potassium Iodide (because the chlorine displaces iodine from its iodide solution)

But now we are back to square 1. Because Phosphorus refuses to not explode with Iodine.

Phosphoric acid (a weaker phosphorus) + Potassium Hydroxide also creates a red colour.

Potassium Hydroxide also does this:

But it’s okay, Dr. Jekyll knew what he was doing. He is also, not real.

Damn this red liquid! We might have to diverge from the original text to get our results.

OH SHIT

No, we have to bring back Carbon Disulfide because-

and

Correlate. This is due to the ether odour (maybe i can find another ether/pungent chemical that dissolves phosphorus?).

Alright, we don’t exactly have much going on for chemicals, so let’s go into symptoms/effects of HJ-7 as well.

“Blackened face” (likely due to blood vessels reacting with the chemical; The skin relies on blood for oxygenation to rejuvenate cell growth, promote division, yada yada, and tends to take up the colour of blood, e.g jaundice which is caused by high levels of bilirubin in blood.)

With HJ-7 running through his veins what causes black blood?

Now I don’t mean to be the bearer of bad blood but you know dried blood? Dead cells which have shrivelled and lost their ability to respire? Yeah.

HJ-7 likely increases his inner body heat to the point of cellular termination (hyperthermia, not hypo which is cold conditions preventing cell work). So meaning, in that moment all of his red blood cells literally die from the intense heat of his body. Likely the bodies effort to try and get rid of the dangerous chemical INCREASED BY HJ7 BECAUSE RB CELLS DIE AT 60°C (140°F).

Please also note that humans die from Hyperthermia of around >37.5°C or 99°F min.

And to put it into perspective the human bodies average temperature is 36.1-37.2°C (97°F-99°F).

“That’s pretty close, can’t be that bad, I feel outside temperatures like that all the time” you may be thinking. But guess what. That’s outside temperature, outside your body. Your blood is actively doing it’s best to regulate your inside temperature cause we lil bitches. Once that .5° is in your body, trust me, it be hitting different.

Weather temperature and Biological Temperature are two different banks. Be careful where that temperature dinero gets cashed in because the robber might work behind the desk.

Blood also blackens depending on how long it has been exposed to oxygen, so we can deduce that HJ7 either contains a chemical which causes intense heating or holds that missing part of Earth’s Ozone layer (has huge amounts of oxygen)

(also, turns ozone also has a pungent and ether smell; oh, ether means that it smells sweet. Ever been in a humid forest? take a whiff, smells sweetish? now you have a slight idea of what HJ-7 partially smells like. Please do not light a match.

Don’t have a forest? Nail polish remover, gasoline, or starter fluid also does the trick. Please do not light a match or inhale it with all the power of Zeus.)

Next,

Gasping with open mouth

Lack of oxygen. Can’t have oxygen transport if the cells which carry it are dead or overwhelmed.

Next,

Staggering

Lack of Oxygen, need I say more?

or maybe intense and overwhelming pain which causes intense bodily muscle convulsions. His face is melting and rearranging due to that phosphorus and other mysterious stuff. I wouldn’t put intense pain aside as being a bodily ‘JustDance 4’ instigator.

Next,

Remember that melting face bit? (also known as tissue necrosis, i.e being corrosive to human skin)

So alot of things melt faces, Hydrofluoric acid, Caro’s Acid (Pirahna acid), fluoroantimonic acid, the Ark of the Covenant, Knowledge induced by otherworldy beings, sulphuric acid.

But what could it be? Now that depends on what it reacts with in the body. Seeing as how it ’melts’ skin we can assume that HJ7’s chemical reacts with either: Carbon, Nitrogen, Hydrogen and Oxygen (the main elements of our skin chemistry).

I would like to try out Oxygen as the main contender since I’m assuming that the phosphorus in HJ7 is going absolutely buck wild in the oxygented environment (Humans are 60% water and Phosphorus doesn’t react in water soooo)

THAT’S WHERE THE BURNING MAN FESTIVAL COMES IN.

Jekyll’s body is evaporated of water, filled with something else and dead red blood cells and allows that phosphorus to go absolutely HAM in his body.

Now you may say:

No water, impossible! What the hell is he if not beef Jekyll??

Well, water is important because it’s a dissolvent of gases and elements important to your body. Nice moist skin is also great for protection and whatnot.

Now, it’s highly unlikely that all the water was removed but something likely did happen to it on account of its interaction with HJ7. Then when it was done doing its a thing, it gets replaced by regular blood, plasma and water again (assuming so, because Hyde isn’t mentioned to still have the bulging horror of dead cell filled veins; he just weird looking).

It’s probably some newly formed plasma (since that’s what blood is anyways) that was chemically souped in the body, allowing HJ-7 to Usain Bolt through his body.

Then, as swift as a coursing river, HJ7 made its way through blood vessels in a violent burst of Taco Bell and bad decisions, being replaced by the sudden mass production of new blood vessels from Jekyll’s photoshop edited bones.

Where’s it go though?

Now you could say it dissolved like some wimp ass chemicals in weak-ass dissolvent.

OR

OUT THE ORIFICES!!

(as depicted in @/arythusa webcomic ’The Glass Scientists’ entering stage left.)

It’s violent, it’s green, and the chemicals are MEAN!!! Bursting out of wherever the hell the nearest exit is! Ain’t got no time to dissolve! This is WRECK HAVOC HOURS BABEY!!!

ENTER, BREAK A FEW BONES, AND LAUNCH OUTTA THERE LIKE A NASA SPACE SHUTTLE!

GATORADE AND FREAKING GO!

Anyway, what does that?

The closest symptom thing I could possibly get to it is blood vessel bursting/rupture due to sudden extreme changes in pressure. Now, we may be pretty elastic, but we aren’t elastigirl, and frankly, neither is Dr Jekyll.

Unless?👀👀👀

Vessel inflammation is a foreshock of rupturing so, swelling of the face is checked here. Once those vessels popped, HJ-7 bled into his face and, well, you know the rest.

Inflammation, which is vessel constriction and clotting at its finest, trying to stop either bleeding or certain stuff from travelling through the body, ultimately could not stop the brute vibe check of HJ7. This in basic terms is an allergic reaction with important details missing.

But who cares, I’m not a teacher and this is fiction.

Tune in for a PT 3 where I continue to bs my basic knowledge and comprehension skills on a chemical concoction no more in quantity than a bottle of ‘Bic™’ white-out.

#the strange case of dr. jekyll and mr. hyde #the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde #dr jekyll and mr hyde #HJ-7 #HJ7 analysis #theory #science fiction #lil talks #gothic literature #lil texts

[kumoriyami-xiuzhen]

Hakuoki SSL Stella Benefits Voice Recording CD - Tracks 1-6 (Souji)

First post of the month, so I’ll start by asking you to please support me if you can either on ko-fi (https://ko-fi.com/V7V2W0HO) or through paypal (paypal.me/KumoriYami )…. also let me know if you have any hakuoki drama cds that you’d be willing to share that are on my looking for list since i don’t have the audio for those….. Also check out my patreon (https://www.patreon.com/KumoriYami) for early access to my stuff and blog translations (did 5 things for this month... also cleaned up my account) or just to support me.

Ended up doing these cuz I was feeling down due to the news (it was hard not to be) and well, i wanted something that was just sweetish and these are somewhat light-hearted.... as it’s not drama translation so I’m not tagging it as one.... I’ll probably just add a new playlist later to differentiate this on my youtube channel later when I also get to doing final edits for these.... but w/e.

There are 6 tracks per guy on this CD (18 tracks with 16:44 total length)....  I’m going to translate the entire thing this month. Final edits will be done when videos are made. 

videos for this post are now here: https://kumoriyami-xiuzhen.tumblr.com/post/611705234416435200/hakuoki-ssl-stella-beneits-vocal-cd-videos-track

enjoy....

Hakuoki SSL Stella Benefits Voice Recording CD - Souji Tracks

Translation by KumoriYami

Track 1

Souji: Ah, welcome back. Today was tough/It was a hard day. I've heard everyone saying, that today you were working very hard. Since you were so good, how about I  give you a reward. Come here, I'm going to pat/stroke/touch your head. Eh? You're saying that you're too shy and that I can't pat/stroke/touch you? 

No way. Even if you say that, I won't stop. Isn't it normal/natural to praise someone for doing something good? Of course, if you do something bad, I'll be firmly scolding you then.

[the translation of 狠 means: vicious, cruel; severely, extreme... and 狠狠 can mean resolutely/firmly/ferociously/ruthlessly.... so i went with firmly since I couldn’t think of anything at the moment.]

Track 2

Areh? You look so dispirited today, did something happen/what's wrong? Did you get a low test score? Have a fight with one of your friends? Or were you mistreated by Hijikata-sensei? Although I don't know what happened, seeing you with such an expression will cause me to be anxious. So, can you tell me what happened first?

Think about it, I often say, that as long as you express your innermost thoughts, it's possible to immediately cry tears of sorrow or happiness. Regardless if it's to encourage you or to make you laugh, I can't do anything if I don't know what's going on. Therefore, tell me about the sadness you're hiding in your heart.

Track 3

Ne, you seem to quite popular?Ah ha ha, why do you look so panicked? I don't think there's anything wrong with my statement [what I said]. Because aren't you the only girl at Hakuo Gakuen? Kazama-senpai is completely delusional, you can just ignore him, but you really have made a good impression on a lot of the guys. 

Ah, why are you showing such an expression? You don't believe you're popular/Could it be that you don't think that you're popular? Eh~ what should I do to convince you? I thought that, if there was a male student who appeared before you who had a good impression of you and wanted to pursue you, you'd believe this right? For example... someone like me.

Track 4

Nn? Is it raining now? You see, there are traces of raindrops dripping off the side of your face. Aahaah~ I want to go home when it rains/it's going to be raining when we head home. If it pours, it's going to be real problem/really troublesome. Even though that's the case, there's nothing to be done about it. It's necessary to go home before it pours. Do you bring an umbrella? Me? I...... That..... I seem to forgotten to bring my umbrella. You're asking me about the umbrella behind my back? Ahah, you're imagining it. Anyway, can you let me go under your umbrella? Let's share an umbrella and go home together [later?].

Track 5

Ah, home is in sight. I feel that when I'm with you heading home, time passes by quickly. You're asking me if I'm trying to confuse you by saying this? How mean, I'm not playing around with you. I just really love you. 

Ah, while we were talking, we've seemed to arrive at your house. Well then, let’s end it here today. 

See you tomorrow. Why are you showing such an expression[/What's with that expression/Why are you looking like that]? Could it be that you feel lonely leaving my side/Do you feel lonely to be separated from me?  You're saying, "I'm not lonely"? Ah~ but I'm feeling lonely. I really want to take you home like this, you know?

Track 6

(sleeping sounds)

mm....mm? Your lap pillow is very comfortable. Not only soft but warm, it can cause people to unwittingly fall asleep. Nn? You said "please get up and wake up because you're feeling very embarrassed/shy?" Even if you say that, I'm still sleeping, and must be talking in my sleep....... So, let me sleep here a while longer......

(turns over) Haha, even though you're sighing like that, you're still letting me sleep/rest on your lap, you're so honest. I like how you're like that.

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i originally had the souji tracks for this cd planned for later.... bumped this up because of that saitofest (also i confess that track 12 of this cd was the reason why i started translating all of these lol.... it’s one of saito’s obviously xD).

Anyway, I don’t have a lot planned for this month since I’m stockpiling for next month and to focus on ssl game translations (my b-day’s next month so im also using that as an excuse to do music and not do much in terms of translations.... tho i intend to get more videos finished for then).

Also I’ll be posting more of my scans this month.... though I feel that I really need to say that I seriously get annoyed when i try to straighten out images since I have difficulties in determining when something is at a straight right angle... so I will almost always have space surrounding the image itself in what I upload.

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[fruittreat]

Top 7 Healthy Evening Snack Options during Home Quarantine

Home quarantine is not all that easy. It is a time when you may feel like snacking more and more and it is a time when it becomes challenging to maintain a healthy diet. Most of us are bound to hit the kitchen very often to grab something to munch on. These crisps can help us kill boredom and manage our appetite. But how do you manage to stay healthy when snacking on your favorite crisps?

Are you aware of low calorie, natural and healthier snacks that can really help you keep going? If you are looking for a healthy snack for the quarantine period then this write-up is just for you. Here you are introduced to about 7 different types of nutritious snacks that can be ordered online. Read on to find out more.

Kabuli Channa

Channa is the number one snack if you are looking for a fiber-rich snack. Kabuli Channa from Fruit Treat has flavourful yet doesn’t have added sugars or color.

Channa is known to have potassium and magnesium and is a source of proteins which are essential for our body.

Kabuli Channa is crunchy, delicious, makes you feel full as well as helps improve your health.

Kabuli chana snacks

Fruit Treat kabuli chana

Bendi Chips

Bendi or ladies finger as it is commonly known is one of the most nutritious vegetables.

 The Bendi Treat from Fruit Treat is exceptional in its taste and natural flavor.

It is fried using vacuum frying technology. Therefore, the oil absorbed by the vegetable is very low and the taste is very natural.

Bendi is a source of antioxidants, vitamins, and fibers. Vitamin C and Vitamin K are in good amounts in Bendi which are good for the immune system and the blood.

Bendi Chips

Fruit Treat- Bendi Chips

Papaya Chips

Papaya is one of the recommended fruits for daily consumption.

It is known to improve the immune system, lower BP, improve heart health, etc.

The fruit is a source of Potassium, Vitamin C and Magnesium. It is low in calories and very delicious.

 Papaya Treat from Fruit Treat is a delicious and crispy snack. It is prepared from an advanced frying machine hence the snack retains all the essential nutrients.

Papaya chips

Fruit Treat – Papaya Chips

Chickoo Chips

Chickoo is one of the favorite fruits in many parts of India. It is extremely sweet and delicious.

The fruit is a good source of fibers and antioxidants.

 It has antibacterial and antiviral properties.

The fruit is made into a crispy snack using a vacuum frying technique. There are no added sugars in Fruit’s Chickoo Treat.

Chikoo Chips

Fruit Treat- Chikoo Chips

Banana Chips

Banana is a rich source of carbs and fibers. It is an instant energy provider. Banana chips are very popular throughout the world.

The banana chips made by Fruit Treat are special because they are made from bananas that are naturally grown in the Western Ghats. The chips come with no added colors or sugars. They are natural and extremely delightful.

Banana Chips

Fruit Treat- Banana Chips

Jackfruit Chips

Jackfruit chips are another popular choice among many people in South India.

The fruit itself is a good source of carbohydrates with a considerable amount of Vitamin C and Magnesium.

The chips made from Jackfruit is a favorite among many because it is crispy and sweetish to taste. It is mostly liked by all family members.

Jackfruit Chips

Fruit Treat – Jackfruit Chips

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RUTHLESS E-Juice (Tropic Thunda)

RUTHLESS E-Juice (Tropic Thunda)

RUTHLESS E-Juice (Tropic Thunda) is Take your mind into a tropical paradise with this tropic blast of guava and berries. Tropic Thunda is a simple yet invigorating vape juice to take your mind to a tropical paradise. The dense texture and mild sweetish taste from the guava masterfully mixed with a blast of berries is a true crowd-pleaser. Tropical Thunda is a satisfying thirst quencher for the…

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All About Coriander Seed || Le Gourmet TV Recipes

All About Coriander Seed Coriandrum sativum L. Plant Family: Apiaceae Origin: Unknown We are talking here about the dried seed - not the fresh leaves. Two Varieties European and Indian European is smaller, round, and more potent -usually what we see in North America Indian variety is larger, oblong and has a more delicate flavour. -A herbaceous hardy annual, of the parsley family -Coriander grows wild over a wide area of Western Asia and southern Europe, so no-one really knows where it is actually native. -The name derives from the ancient Greek word for bed bug… because they thought it smelled bad. -The dried fruits have a lemony citrus flavour when crushed. -Ground coriander seed loses flavour quickly in storage and is best ground fresh. -Whole seeds keep almost indefinitely. -The seeds are warm, mild and sweetish. There is a citrus undertone similar to orange peel. -The seeds are used in mostly savoury dishes from pickles to sausages. -Used in brewing, mostly Belgian whits. -Large-fruited types are grown mainly by tropical and subtropical countries, e.g. Morocco, India, and Australia, and contain a low volatile oil content (0.1-0.4%). They are used extensively for grinding and blending purposes in the spice trade. Shop Amazon for the equipment we use in our kitchen: https://www.amazon.com/shop/legourmettv Le Gourmet TV is the #1 premium food and recipe channel on Youtube.  Le Gourmet TV gives you a fresh look at the culinary world, chefs,  kitchen trends, and tasty recipes. Each week we will upload 2 new everyday food videos where the recipes are tested, tested, and tested again. You can trust us when we say the recipe works. Check out our Recipes and Cooking Youtube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/legourmettv Visit our Le Gourmet TV Recipes, Cooking, Food, and Drink Website: http://www.legourmet.tv/ Visit our Homebrew Beer channel: https://www.youtube.com/brewhouselego... Visit our Travel channel: https://www.youtube.com/touristatv

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Schwabe Alpha CC Tablets

Schwabe Alpha-CC Tablets is a homeopathic medicine for cough in influenza and chronic cough of irritative and spasmodic nature. These tablets are also useful in acute and chronic, dry irritative and spasmodic cough, catarrhal influenza dry cough stage as well as expectoration stage. Effective in irritative cough with vomiting.   Clinical indication of Schwabe Alpha CC Tablets Chronic Cough,…

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Beef Paprika And Noodles

Beef Paprika And Noodles

“Mm-Mm-Mmm,” is this beef and noodle dish ever super good! It’s sweetish, hearty sauce with onions will get your taste buds watering for sure! Furthermore, everyone in the family will love it and even ask for seconds. I got this recipe from someone a long time ago and I have been making it for some 20 years. We at Hidden Life Treasures hope you all try it out for yourselves and enjoy! Beef…

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#family meal #hearty meal #meat with noodles dish #paprika meat dishes

[sweetish-original-story]

Chapter 17

The sound of chopping and sizzling was almost as loud as the scent of the healthy, seedy breakfast Dulce was prepping for his baby birdy. He knew doing this every morning is spoiling the poor thing, but he just couldn't help but want to provide for the little thing. It certainly gave him some purpose the past few years, made him feel like he mattered to someone, at least. When he left home things were hard. He already looked different, and that already made things difficult. If not for the fact that one of his cousins already gifted him property to sell out of, and live in if need be, he'd have been in much worse circumstances than he had been.

The chopping grows louder and faster as he silently reminiscence on his circumstances. Bubo peeped at its mom in a concerned tone as it recognized the change in attitude. His mothers illness is affecting him again, and Bubo was prepping himself to fly onto his favorite perch, the safest place in the house, as to not get caught by the ricochet of his outburst.

Dulce was a good man. A hard worker. Detail oriented and strong. He had been shamed out of his home for not wanting to fulfill a role that was not meant for him, or for anyone with a brain. They tried to convince him it was for a greater purpose, tried to keep him I'll and dumb and small, so he would never grow curious. But he was curious. And clever. The chopping speeds up.

It wasn't fair. All those good souls he let crumble to dust. All that work, being fed lie after lie. He was told he was creating medicine for the war, to heal the scars their allies had created as a "necessary sacrifice" only to find out they were the ones helping create the very poison that doomed them.

And then, as a killing blow, he finds out his elders were praying for more. And yet it's HE who is punished?

There is a long silence as Bubo fluffs his feathers and prepares to take flight. The chopping resumes. All Dulce ever does is give love and light to the world like his Gods told him to and all his own people have ever done was use him and his family as tools for a purpose that was tainted by-

If Bubo hadn't dealt with this his whole life, he'd have been flattened by the hot frying pan that came flying out of nowhere. Beebirds are fast flyers after all, and nobody is quicker than him. He ziped up to the perch in the ceiling and healed his tiny little breath as his mom succumbed to his illness once again.

The walls shook with each hard blow to the concrete. The rock vaporized under Dulce's fist as he momentarily lost his sense of humanity, leaving piles of rock and dust and tiny treats that fell to the ground from the impact. From the outside, his neighbors patiently waited for his outburst to end. They all knew what he was going through, and though they didn't understand what went down, this oasis of angels knew the war was nothing but horror for his people, and it seems anyone in his region who survived the final day either went into hiding, dove into vices or turned into this.

Beasts. Beasts of burden, beasts of war, their very own undertakers. Howls and screams erupted from his home as the worst parts clawed deep into Dulce's mind. Into his skin. Into his lungs. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't move. He couldn't think. He was being attacked, but he couldn't find who was doing it to him. Shadows surrounded him in army uniforms. One particular shadow in the shape of his priestess slowly reached for his neck as the others held his feet and thighs in place. No. Not again. This is not happening again. He knows what to do.

Bubo closed his eyes as he watched his ill mother pick up the first attempt at breakfast, still burning in the flames, with his bare hands, allowing his arms to alight in a roaring flame. The fire has always protected him. If he had fire, he had power. He had strength. He had his family, his real family. Fire. Fire. Fire. Fire. Fire. Bubo had to stop this. Dulce lunged at the evil priestess, beating it into ashen pieces on the ground. Suddenly a loud screech filled his eardrums and knocked him out of his hallucination.

When Dulce came to, he noticed there were 17 new holes in his poor perfect kitchen, and

His brand new coat rack was in dismay. It would cost more to fix it than to get a new one. He can never have nice things. He also noticed he was on fire. He should probably handle that.

After dousing the flames in the sink and cleaning up his clumsy mess, he whistled to his baby boy to call him over. Bubo happily flew into his mom's hands as he was showered with apologies and kisses. When he was tiny it was scary, but luckily Bubo knows his mom would never EVER hurt him on purpose, and if he does, he gets to have berries and treats and fruit all day long until he gets fat and has to go to Doctor.

It's hard taking care of his big, bald, ugly mother, but he will find a cure no matter what. No matter what it takes. Bubo is the main character of this story, a hero, and even with the world on his shoulders he will never give up. He wasn't built for hardship but by Gods he will go the distance, and this nightmare will be nothing more than a memory.

Miles away, Sammy, a total side character who doesn't matter to the story in the least as much as Bubo, turns her treadmill onto maximum overdrive, while playing her favorite album from the platinum collection by Tiffany Arrows as loud as the speakers will play them. After five minutes, she also turns on the TV.

#candy #original character #original writing #fasion #soundcloud #sweetish original #romance #sweetish upload #tw ptsd #SoundCloud

[sweetish-original-story]

Chapter 16

As the sunlights soft, honeyed rays gently drifted into the window pane of Dulce's damp and dull apartment. He had fallen asleep on the edge of his brand new bed. All but one of the blankets were new as well, with pillows to match. Simple cotton and hemp formed a near flat horizon. The corners were neatly tucked, only interrupted by the fraying of his oldest blanket peeking out from undwrneath it all.

He took a deep breath to get his bearings and savored the scent of sweet lemonade, no doubt coming from the fragrance sticks he had splurged on last week. He looked over to it, neatly placed on the pre installed drawer space that has come with the apartment. He had gotten those sticks for only 2 shells during an 80% off sale at the corner shop down the road. He has been eyeing them for a long time and he was filled to the brim with sweet satisfaction at his purchase.

It was only accompanied by an old photo of his family placed in a frame made of layered leaves and pine tar, and a particularly fun and kooky looking sugar crystal he had found years ago. The shape and color seemed to form a near skeletal head, and the impurities from its formation has given it a ring of orange flowers around its head and a slightly uneven, curly moustache. It would no doubt taste like an overripened banana if used, but it still brought him joy, so he decided to keep it.

He took another deep breath before deciding to stand. He had only needed 3 minutes before he was ready to rise and start his day. When he rose, he slowly reached his arms up to the hole in his ceiling, hearing several pops from his spine as the blood in his body started to rush though his veins in anticipation of his natural routine.

His own power felt electric, he let out a loud fiery roar from deep within his gut in satisfaction. The neighborhood strays heard this from outside, and slowly hobbled back to their comfy corners and cozy cardboard, as while for Dulce this was a wake up call, for the animals, it was the dinner bell.

His mind was clearing up as he walked over to his window and opened the blinds to let the soothing sun warm up his skin. While his elderly neighbor in the building next door was at first disturbed by the daily occurrence of seeing a shirtless, fat, war torn thug outside her window each morning, she had since set up the mirrors in her home to reflect his presence into to the one in her own bathroom where she could hide in a corner out of sight and watch. For the neighborhoods safety of course. Something she's been doing very diligently ever since her late husband moved on from this world.

A particularly pink beebird with bright red cheeks noticed the open window and started singing a joyous tune before fluttering down to land on Dulce's elbow. He looked down at the little thing and quietly spoke, as to not blow it away; "Well good morning Little Brother. How are you today?" He slowly lifted the tiny little thing up to his face to get a closer look. "I didn't see you around yesterday morning? Were you busy starting trouble?" The bird hopped around ant twittered a sassy response, before opening it's mouth wide, signalling that it was hungry.

He couldn't help but chuckle, as it reminded him of when he first found it. It was maybe the size of a pea when it was a baby, and he only found the poor thing when it was pushed out of its nest by its mother, straight into his lemonade. He raised it out of pity and sympathy, though he was extremely surprised when it made it past the first few days of life. Now it was the size of an apricot (give or take a few feathers) andgreedy to boot.

At this point, the bird started hopping in frustration, nibbling on the tip of his nose as if it were a treat. "Ow, okay okay I got it, you're starving! Mabye if you didn't bully the snakes all the time you wouldn'tcome home so hungry!" He turned around, deaf to his neighbors quickly muffled squeak as his festive holiday rubber duck boxers were on full display. "Let's go get some breakfast huh? You want that Bubo? Food? Hungry?You wanna eat-eat?"

At the recognition of the words 'Bubo', 'food', and 'eat-eat' the pink puffball whistled in delight and hoped up to his shoulder, eagerly awaiting it's luxurious meal of nuts, seeds, and the occasional berry. Luckily it can hunt snakes on its own, so the thing it was sitting on that was obviously its giant ugly bald mother, could eat its own snakes without sharing and being hungry all the time. Bubo knew this was the case as it's finally big and round and healthy like a good bird should be, unlike when Bubo was little. It still hasn't figured out how to stop his mama from picking out the feathers it tries to stick onto her, but he is certain that if he can fix the first thing, he can easily convince his mama to stop being a nudist at some point.

Bubo tucked into it's owners neck as they listened to the sounds of its mother, Dulce, humming his favorite tune, backed by the percussion of scoops and sizzles and the rythmic chops of a knife on the cutting board.

Bubo could tell he was putting almonds in it. Bubo hated almonds, but if he didn't eat them, he got no berries.

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Chapter 15

"Good morning, Samuela Mia Giovanni, of Hous Giovanni. It is 7:30 AM. The date is Freiday, 12 of Frust 7735. The weather will be 73°, with a 30% chance of-"

Sammy awoke to the sound of digital wind chimes and the smell of citrus misting through the air. It was a part of her morning routine, her mother ordered scented misters in her room when it was being built because she believed vitamin c had a "focusing essence". Sammy didn't exactly ask for this or give her permission to have even more construction on her part of the home, but she didn't exactly ask to be born either.

She lifted herself from the bath, only slightly wrinkled due to the time she spent in the miracle water, to find that her body suddenly felt weighed hundreds of pounds. She tried to stretch her arms out into the sky and they nearly buckled under her own stiffness. She ached and groaned until she slid out like a wet oyster onto the floor. Too exhausted to stand, she blindly crawled to the closet in the corner and dried herself off which the first bit of terrycloth that collapsed onto her from the overfilled thing.

She was bombarded with the feeling of ice against her skin. This place really does get cold at night. She scooted like a worm through dirt towards the laundry hamper her maids put out during their last work day, and pulled out the same old sleeveless slip she had been wearing since middle school. She certainly should let them wash it, considering the fact that shes worn it around the house for 2 weeks straight. Nevertheless, the only one who really cares has probably gone off to yet another gala to celebrate yet another one of her empty, stolen accomplishments.

She threw on the slip and sat for a moment, slowly running her fingers along the sides of the newly damp, stained dress. The colour of the thin silk was a bright blush pink when it was tailored, but over the years had stained and darkened into a muted mauve with uneven patches of grey and mustard.

The bright blue feathers that once adorned it's hemline we're now falling out in chunks, crunchy and dry and stained like road kill. The bits of loose thread where the rhinestones used to be had become bare craters, like memories of what once was. Even the elastic barely had a grip anymore from her constant weight gain and loss with every single new diet her mother suggested.

Though today, it seemed to stay on for whatever reason.

Her throat felt like it would close when she realized how noticable it was. She knew what would happen if she kept this up, and it made her gaunt hands tremble. Her head hurt. Her stomach felt sick. She felt like she was once again falling into a spiral of lust and pain and vertigo. She would have to eat breakfast at some point.

"Good morning, Samuela Mia Giovanni, of Hous Giovanni. It is 8:25 AM. The date is Freiday, 12 of Frust 7735. Your schedule for today is-"

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Chapter 14

1. 2. 3. 4. 

Sammy emerged from the stage of water like a swan, beautifully adorned in a clear shimmering robe and trouser set that glimmered and glowed so bright that it left rainbow in every direction should even a thread catch sunlight. The jewels that bedazzled her thinly veiled curves were the same as the ones she collected with Dulce, but cleaned and cut and polished to perfection. The gargantuan boa wrapped around her shoulders had titanium white feathers that were so light they danced with no wind, and shielded her now buzzed off hair from the cold. The only bit of darkness that touched her skin were the deep, ruby red ballet slippers and visor sunglasses, both of which perfectly color matched the red, simple dot of lipstick on her lips. 

5. 6. 7. 8. 

Sammy rises up just enough to take a few breaths of air before submerging herself again.

2. 2. 3. 4. 

Next was Dulces turn to exit the water clearly taller and more healthy than he is in reality. His locs were braided and styled with sapphires and pearls, dressed in a tailored tuxedo trimmed with silvery threads and platinum star shaped studs. The fabric his tux was made from looked to sparkle even in darkness z one could easily believe that the clothing was made from thousands of pounds of glitter all neatly woven into the thread that made it. His shoes were glass platformed loafers, giving even more inches to his newfound height. When he turned to face her, he held out hin hand, signaling her to come closer. 

5. 6. 7. 8. 

Sammy rises up again for a few more breaths. Dulce feels a bead of sweat roll down his lip, interrupting his rhythmic counting for only a second.

3. 2. 3. 4.

Sammy leaps across the stage and literally flies into Dulce's arms, landing as lightly as the feathers in her boa onto him, and he spun her around like his new bride as the sage slowly filled with prismatic clouds, his toes gently hopping around and dodging the sea snakes that continuously attempted and failed to grab at either one of them. His final leap deant them into the sky, hundreds of thousands of feet into the air, where the clouds slowly morphed from sky to blank sheets of paper. The papers started bleeding with ink, revealing divorce papers, photos of children, paternity tests and X-rays. There were news articles and deeds to endless amounts of land. Contracts, compromises, copies after copies after copies but the rising didn't stop. Soon, they were surrounded by the darkness of outer space, with nothing but a galaxy of possibilities to explore. 

5. 6. 7. 8.

Sammy rose up one more time, taking in a deep breath of air. At the very same time, so does Dulce.

4. 2. 3. 4.

Sammy looked out at the stars in awe, completely enraptured by the sublime nature of their universe. Millions of twinkling lights twirling and dancing and flashing in colors she could not even begin to describe. The sounds of children giggling and camera flashes quietly echoed from every direction, soothing her like a lullaby. Asteroids made of unfamiliar pink and orange fish flew by and left trails of fireworks behind them. When she turned her head to look down at the world they just left, it was completely covered in fabric, slowly being crushed into shape by a gigantic recreation of her mother's white sleeveless wedding dress. The silk writhed and hissed in agony tearing itself apart. The mermaid tail of it wrapped around it like a snake, crushing the mountains and spilling the seas into the desert. The citrine and peridot beads that were sculpted into scales scooped out entire cities, flattening them between their layers. 

5. 6. 7. 

The sensors in Sammy's bathroom indicate that REM sleep is soon to appear, and they signal to the bathtub to raise her head up out of the water. Dulce lowered himself to the floor, as his eyes fluttered and drifted to his floor mat. He called into his blankets and quietly prayed his friend still liked him at all, and that one day he would finally be good enough for someone. But in his mind he knew he would never truly be strong enough or brave enough or sweet enough to be anyone's number one. Not as himself. 

This is going to be a doozy.

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Chapter 13

Dulce entered his humble home and haphazardly placed the baskets onto his couch, making a mental note to clean them the next morning. His heavy steps dragged him to the bathroom where he quickly washed his face in the unleveled sink, turning the water off before it could spill out onto the recently patched up floor. He always made sure most of his money went to the shop, so when it came to fixing his home, progress was slow.

Sammy took a deep breath before fully stepping into her bedroom, making a mental note to get a new hidden lock on her door, as her old one seems to no longer work. She took off her shoes and placed them into the key lime green Loki™ Decontamination Shoebox she had in her entryway. She first placed her coat on the rack, then opted to remove it and throw in on the floor, between the marks of where her bed once was, before speeding to her personal bathroom and running a bath.

Dulce removed his shirt and pants, folding them up and leaving them on his end table. He carved it himself out of some old tigerwood he found a year back, out on the edge of the forest when looking for seasonal fruits to candy. He realized he was a bit thinner then, more lean and cut. He wasn't sure if it was because most people were still struggling to get back on their feet after the war ended, or if perhaps his body was aging early like his father warned. He stared deeply into his own reflection. The evenly placed scars around his chest, some sewn and some healed. The near ebony black of the permanent burns on his arms. The dried tangles of his old locs and what used to be his good eye now seems duller, more unfocused before he winces and covers it back up. In his mind he curses himself for nearly giving himself a migraine. Ignoring the the aching of nearly all of his muscles, he turns around and grabs the archway of his door, lifting himself up and down. Pull ups would surely sooth his mind.

Sammy undressed herself, leaving her clothes wherever they may lie. The maids where scheduled to clean tomorrow morning so she didn't care. Her bath was huge, nearly as large as the bed if not for a few inches. It was carved from the very same marble stone that made up the flooring, and luckily for her it was too heavy for her mother to remove. As a child she invited her freinds over, and all 7 of them were able to fit themselves and their siblings inside with room to spare. If she wanted, she could easily drown in it. She dumped more than enough body wash, shampoo, bubble solution and preservative moisturizer into the water to mummify herself into a bar of soap. She also decided to dump her skin routine and revitalizing oils into it as well. Soon the automatic sensors clicked on, stopping the flow of water, lowering the lights to just how she liked them, heating everything in the room to a cozy temperature before she stepped in and submerged herself into the swirling pink and green void.

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Chapter 12

Dulce got home much later than he meant to, and though he made a habit not to show it on his face, his muscles ached from the huge amount of sugar he had to once again carry from the cave to his shack. He usually only needs to do this once a month at the most, but lately it feels like every couple of weeks with how things have been lately.

He tries not to curse himself for breaking boundaries with Sammy earlier, he's usually very tense around people but as Sammy was his first friend in a very long time, he had just assumed that it was okay after she pinched him so hard. He's not as good as reading signals as everyone credits him for, he just had plenty of experience when it came to work and serious situations. But not this.

Sammy had given him an odd look after what he did. He played it off well but he still feels regret over reacting at all. Back home biting your friends was just a normal thing to do, to tease and play. Children were sometimes called "guppies" or "gup" because the local Sweetish Fish, when young, were just as playful, jumping out of the water and nibbling on anything they found even the slightest bit interesting. People would keep them as pets in their handmade ponds, even their pantheon of Gods and spirits have the little cuties as one of them. "The God of hope and miracles" they call it.

If he were talking to someone like his cousin or his uncle he would have been able to recall the name but after all this time his own language is starting to fade from his lips. He made it such a point to remember everything, always, and yet every time he spends time with Sammy and makes a new, gentle memory, one of the old painful ones seems to slip his mind. Mabye a few years ago this would have pained him severely, then him into a depressive rage, but after learning what has become of his home and his people by their own doing, he's slowly begining to entertain the idea that it may be for the best.

He places the baskets down beside him making yet another indent in the dirt, and as he unlocks the rusted door and opens it, the overwhelming saccharine stench of loneliness, grief, and regret completely overtook the sweetness of the crystals sitting patiently beside him. Until Sammy showed up, only the candies brought him comfort. The only warmth he felt was in the kitchen or at his shop, and everything else felt either alien or dead.

He lifts the baskets yet again and, with a deep sigh, enters the darkness to sleep once again and wait for his sun to rise.

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Chapter 11

*squeak, squeak, squeak*

Sammy's shoes hesitantly squeaked down the halls of her dark and giant family home, echoing louder than the cavern she was just in an hour ago. For as cold and pristine the ivory prison was, her presence was like a warm candlight over a dark blue candle. A candle with ragged hair and a new, soon to bruise bite mark on her neck that she would have to cover with makeup. Out of all the time they spent together, that was the last reaction she expected. He just stuck his tongue out at her like at her like a teasing child before saying something about meeting up tomorrow and left as if it were nothing. Not one crystal spilled out.

Sammy recalled something about his people being more physical than her own but that was...

The heat radiating from her cheeks were almost as bright as the light on her phones flashlight, tightly gripped in her manicured hands.

She always hated manicures, they take far too long and every time she had an idea in her head about what she wanted, her mother would bombard her with a million more she has to sift through. Eventually she loses her will and becomes overwhelmed with what she could do. In the end she's paralyzed with the weight of the decisions and ends up going with a blank white canvas, as always, her first and safest choice. What would have been a 15 minute appointment always takes 2 hours. If her mother would just let her do things her way, she wouldn't have so many problems.

Her mother. The witch. The snake. The... ugly... mean... shrimp? Yeah. Shrimp is good. And she smells like it too. She must be here. She'll have to face her soon. There's no avoiding her. Her body involuntary shudders, and as her blood slowly turns to ice she recalls the events that played out earlier that evening. She is the one who owns this cage she has to return to every night. She has tried to find places to live but they were never good enough for her mother and every new detail Eleanorpicked at would throw her into a world of doubt. She would just give up in the end, all these choices are never the right one. At this point Sammy has a hard time knowing if any of her work is really hers, or just the voice of her mother echoing throughout her head telling her what SHE would have done.

Except with Dulce.

She's never wrong with him. He's always so detailed with how he goes about things, and yet there's never a doubt in his mind on whether she "meant to do that" or "say it that way". It's like he's in her head sometimes, but as a soothing presence, not at all like the silent venom she is used to skipping around. A hardened timberwolf who decided to befriend and play instead of devour. Although she has to admit she would love to capture an image of him really showing his strength.

Her mind trails off into images of her freind defeating some evil demon king fire erupting from his fist and incinerating the monster before she herself runs up to him and dramatically falls into his arms. As her muscle memory leads her back to her personal prison, clad in the finest silk and velvet her mother could nag her to buy, the squeaks echo faster and lighter. Her head was filled with Sakura flowers and her cheeks were bright once again, she was ready to fall onto her giant and in the safety of her covers and roll around in the romantic dreams she will be having, picking flowers in her mind to foretell whether her infatuation was reciprocated. If they would run away together to the mountains and frolick in the tulips and-

As she turns the knob to her room, all of her daydreams were brought to a screeching hault as she now realizes why her mouth never bothered to get up and answer the door. She was already making her wrath known, and sent a clear message about how she felt about earlier today.

Her bed was gone. Her 30 pound 7000 shell bed, made of the rarest fabrics and cottons, screwed into the wall, was gone.

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Chapter 10

After picking up the batch Dulce was ready to go back, but Sammy, in her endless curiosity, had a different idea.

"Hey," she inquired, "what's further down?"

As Dulce lifted up a bunch of full, having baskets, ten in each arm all heavy like bricks of gold, he looked puzzled at this question, and could only respond with a "Huh?" On the first take.

Sammy asks again. "What's further down in the cave? Is it just more crystals?"

"Oh uh," he desperately tried to find the right words for this. He hadn't been prepared for this. What is he supposed to say? That it's a crypt? That there's dead bodies and ghosts? Underwater cave ghosts?

If he told her, she would want to go see, take pictures and ultimately disturb his ancestors. If she did that she would post pictures and would unknowingly feed into the racist conspiracies that he and his people are just cannibalistic savages, who only care for greed and gluttony. Is it possible to be banished twice? After what he did, they may end up just beheading him. His culture is, unfortunately, not shy about what they do to "pariahs". It's how they kept the peace all this time. Or more so, kept things under the rug.

Then again if he didn't tell her, she would know it's important. He could lie and say it was nothing, but to her even 'nothing' could be transformed into a portrait of beauty and elegance. She would find it eventually, and again, underwater cave ghost conspiracy.

Or, knowing how she is when unfocused, she could simply get lost and die. Or get lost and get diabetes and die. Or be killed by some rogue soldier who didn't know the war had ended, if there are any left. Or get kidnapped by some theorist who decided to take things too far. Or be eaten by cannibalistic underwater cave ghosts.

Mabye that last one is a stretch, but there are a LOT of his ancestors down in those depths. Or maybe Sammy's cartoon obsession is just rubbing off on him.

When he finally came up with a good half truth, he felt like a con artist. "It's holy land. We aren't allowed any deeper." Good, good. That's technically not a lie. It certainly didn't feel good, but it was the best choice he had.

"Aww, darn." She sighed with dismay, before lifting only two half full bags only to drop one from the sheer weight of it. When Dulce realized how easy it was for her to believe it, his stomach dropped with the same amount of weight.

For once, her slender frame seemed to be keeping her from achieving her goal instead of being a shortcut. "How are you doing that?"

"Doing what? This?" He starts to flex, posing and stretching, lifting the baskets as if they weighed nothing at all. Sammy can't help but laugh at this ridiculous, tiny little Mr. Universe in front of her, causing her to drop the second basket. "Yes, that. How did you get so bi- I mean strong?" Her cheeks turned pink at her own mistake. She certainly didn't mean he was fat. She likes fat. Or no, he looks good fat. Or he's not fat. Unless that's a good thing? Is it? Is that racist? Is she racist?

Dulce takes a deep breath to ignore the slip, and answers with conviction. "My body," he started "is the body that was given to me by my people, my ancestors and by my Gods. It's strong and warm and full. I look like my Gods and I am sculpted like sand by the of the very ocean itself, my ocean, therefore I am already perfect. I know around here 'beauty standards' may be a little different than what I grew up with," he continues as he steps back toward the entrance, "but back home aside from this outfit, you probably wouldnt be able to tell me apart from most guys. I'm actually considered quite pretty back home."

As they exit the cave and are nearly blinded by the bright and full moonlight, one question rung in Sammy's head.

Only back home, huh?

Her eyes, either in attempt to escape the moons rays or as yet another slip, slid down from his mighty arms, to is full and wide back, down to the star stickers on his well filled back pockets she so tenderly hand sewn onto her old school uniform slacks. They seemed to fit him much better than they fit her.

Her hands are free now, save for her folded coat and blouse, as the baskets were too heavy for her to hold. If only... He's so close, if she could just...

"OW!!!"

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