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#this was longer than i thought
frog-0n-a-l0g · 6 months
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heres what happened in that vid where sam was learning to play smash
*in the pack group chat*
darlin: *sends pic of sam concentrating hard at the game*
darlin: yall got my man stressing trying to learn smash yall better say sorry later
asher: omfg😂
asher: hes trying to dust off his old ass skills huh?
david: he looks more irritated than i usualy do did you break him
darlin: i didnt do shit!
darlin: its ashes fault for buggin him abt it so much
darlin: he said he didnt wanna embarass himself infront of yall😭
darlin: damn hes cute
milo: hah look at you going mushy
darlin: STFU SHORT ASS
darlin: sam even made a short joke about you playing little mac
asher: HAH I TAUGHT HIM WELL
milo: ima kill him
darlin: guys he made an a/b/o reference...
darlin: im taking his phone💀
darlin: also when i said that david plays bowser he said "ofcourse he does" and i think thats funny as shit
david: whats that supposed to mean?
asher: omg i love him
i might make more of these but in an actual like text format this was fun lol
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bakusimps · 2 years
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Headcanon #22
Harry Potter au
I know Bakugou sounds like he should be on either Ravenclaw or Slithering, because he is both insanely smart and ambitious, but hear me out... He is actually in Hufflepuff.
At first just because I know that would annoy him and I live for that, but the more I think about it, the more it fits.
Just imagine that the sorting hat immediately sends him to Hufflepuff and everyone is confused, specially Bakugou, but really that would be the equivalent of his first day on UA and finding out that while he was good, he was not the only one with great potential. The worst part is that his childhood friend (Izuku), a squib that had no magic as a child, now has magic and was sorted into Griffindor, like the greatest wizard of all times, All Might, who happens to be his mentor now.
Then he gets kidnapped by the LoV who are basically the Death eaters and AFO as Voldemort, and they pretty much want him to join them, which he doesn't. Pretty much what happened in MHA canon, but make it magic.
After having a magic fight with Deku that almost gets them expelled, he decides to turn around. He understands that the best way to defeat the dark lord is by helping his childhood friend turned enemy turned friend (?). He also has to tutor his roomate Denki and his cute redhead friend from Griffindor, because he can't stand the idea of them failing. He also fights Monoma almost every single day because he keeps insulting his muggle-born friends and he won't take any of that.
That's how, slowly, everyone understands why he was in Hufflepuff.
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youngbounty · 10 months
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Can’t English
Another AsoBaro Week fic for @asobaroweek. This one’s theme is Flower Language and Communication. I thought this idea would be cute.
Barok is a professor of law who recently moved to Japan to join the faculty at Yumei University. Despite growing up in London and studying British law, he has always been fascinated by legal systems from other countries, which is what led him to accept a position at Yumei University through the Foreign Exchange Prosecutor's Program. Despite his enthusiasm for learning, Barok struggled with the language barrier and had trouble communicating with some of his students. However, Barok settled into a comfortable routine, taking the train before driving to the university, greeting his students with a warm smile. He would teach his classes and engage with his students, sometimes discussing topics with colleagues like Dr. Yujin Mikotoba, a professor of Medical Science. After five months of settling into his new environment, Barok received a strange and unusual gift - a bouquet of flowers. Barok's eyes immediately fell upon the striking bouquet of fragrant blooms sitting atop his desk. He could discern the delicate petals of four silver Eucalyptuses, the fiery hues of two orange Ranunculuses, the pristine beauty of two white Lilies, and the intricate lavender patterns on three Roses. Two red Carnations and four cheerful Gerbera Daisies added further brightness to the collection. Barok savored the heady scent of the flowers as he carefully arranged them next to the window, where the sunlight could cast vivid reflections and colorful shadows across the room. Despite his appreciation for their beauty, he also knew the hidden message behind them - beauty, radiance, charm, joy, positive energy, happiness, sunshine, sweetness, purity, enchantment, and admiration. Barok knew that these flowers were associated with romantic or youthful love, but believed the sender likely bought the bouquet from a local flower shop without any knowledge of the flowers' meanings. He found it strange to receive this gift and longed to know the identity of the mysterious giver. Despite searching the vase for any indication of the sender's name, Barok found no further information besides a card that read, “亜双義 一真 …. I am still learning English.” He struggled to understand the Japanese characters since he had not yet mastered the Japanese language. He wanted to know who sent the flowers but didn't know how to speak with them because of the language difference. Barok let out a deep, heavy sigh and sank back into his chair, his shoulders drooping and his head falling back against the cushion. He picked up the card once more, hoping to find some clue to the sender's identity, but it remained stubbornly blank. "It's the thought that counts," he supposed. Barok smiled to himself, allowing his imagination to wander. It was amusing to think that one of his students might have a crush on him, but he quickly dismissed the thought. He knew he wasn't as charismatic as his brother, who had a way of charming everyone he met. Still, the flowers would brighten up the classroom and add a touch of beauty to the space. Barok carefully arranged them next to the window, where the sunlight could shine on the petals and leaves, casting colorful shadows across the room. The students seemed to like the bouquet, believing it to be used for decoration. Barok's class continued as usual, but his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of the mysterious flowers. He couldn't help but wonder who had sent them and what message they were trying to convey. He tried to discreetly ask a few students who were fluent in English if they knew anything about the bouquet, but they were as clueless as he was. He approached one student in particular, Ryunosuke, who was studying English in another classroom at Yumei. He hoped that Ryunosuke might be able to shed some light on the situation. "Do you know anything about these flowers?" he asked, gesturing toward the bouquet over at the window. Ryunosuke's eyes lit up with curiosity as he leaned forward to get a better look. "Oh, those? I saw them when I came in this morning. Do you know who sent them?" Barok shook his head. "No, and I've been asking around, but no one seems to know anything about them." Ryunosuke nodded sympathetically. "That's frustrating. But wait, there's a card here." He reached out and picked up the small note that was tucked into the flowers. Barok had forgotten about the card. He watched eagerly as Ryunosuke read the message. "Well?" he asked impatiently. Ryunosuke's brow furrowed in confusion. "It's from Kazuma. I don't think he's in any of your classes." "Kazuma? I don't remember anyone by that name... Do you know his surname?" "Asogi, I believe. He's the son of the Dean." “And, you are now telling me this!?” Barok cried out frustratingly. Ryunosuke took a step back, not expecting him to raise his voice and fearful that he offended his teacher. Barok took a moment to collect himself, realizing that he had spoken too loudly to Ryunosuke. "I'm sorry," he said genuinely.
"I-It's alright," Ryunosuke responded, still visibly shaken by the previous outburst. “At the very least, it helps to know his name. Thank you for your help, Mr. Naruhodo.” Ryunosuke bowed respectfully. "You're welcome, van Zieks-sensei. If there's anything else I can do, just let me know."
Barok scrutinized the list of students from all his classes but once again, Kazuma Asogi was absent. This was particularly strange because there was no reason for the Dean's son to know Barok, let alone send him flowers. Puzzled by this unexpected gesture, Barok tried to recall if he had ever met anyone associated with the Dean. However, he could not recall any such encounters, leaving him more confused than before. Barok's unease grew as he received another bouquet of flowers, deepening the mystery. The latest bouquet included yellow carnations, peach ranunculuses, lavender, white hydrangeas, and blue dendrobium orchids. These flowers represent feelings of happiness, joy, charm, attractiveness, purity, gracefulness, abundance, rarity, and uniqueness. While searching for a card, Barok wondered if the sender was the same person as before. Eventually, he found a card with only the name "Kazuma Asogi" written in English, adding to the confusion and intrigue surrounding the mystery. This left Barok perplexed about the reason behind the bouquets. How could the Dean's son afford to give flowers to all the teachers? Also, why were these bouquets meant specifically for him? Barok was certain that Kazuma was not his student, and there were plenty of other newly appointed teachers at the school. The fact that the flowers seemed to have a romantic connotation, especially considering this was the second bouquet from Kazuma, only added to the mystery. As an act of courtesy, Barok placed the new bouquet next to the previous one, but he couldn't resist his curiosity any longer. He decided to discuss the matter with Ryunosuke, the only student who knew Kazuma. In private while all the students were gone, Barok shared his confusion about the bouquets and asked Ryunosuke for insights. Ryunosuke raised his eyebrows in curiosity when Barok mentioned the second bouquet. "Another bouquet? That's strange. I've never seen Kazuma as the gifting type, especially not to people he hardly knows. I figured the first one was out of gratitude." Barok acknowledged Ryunosuke and confidently asked, "Since you appear to be familiar with him, could you kindly inquire about the meaning of these flowers?" "Thank you for informing me about the flowers. My best friend never mentioned it, so I'm grateful for the heads up," expressed Ryunosuke. "I don't know Japanese well enough to ask," Barok said, hesitating. "And if those flowers mean what I think they do..." Ryunosuke interrupted, "You're worried it's romantic?" Barok admitted, "If I were to go by the meaning of these flowers, it does seem that way." Ryunosuke appeared taken aback by Barok's revelation. "Pardon me, Barok, but I find it hard to believe that Kazuma is capable of romantic gestures. He has never exhibited such behavior towards anyone, including his colleagues. It is indeed surprising that he harbors such emotions for you." “Barok sighed, "I haven't given much thought to the idea of romance or teacher-student relationships. It's just strange that he would hold such feelings towards me. I'm not exactly an approachable man." "Pardon me, but I must disagree with your statement," Ryunosuke replied, halting his self-criticism. "While you certainly hold high standards, I do not find you unapproachable. In fact, Van Zieks-sensei is held in high regard by all of us." Barok smiled at the compliment. "Please keep me updated on any news from Kazuma. Thank you."
Ryunosuke displayed an unwavering determination to unravel the mystery that lay before him. Barok, on the other hand, was driven by an insatiable desire to uncover the truth behind Kazuma's peculiar habit of gifting flowers. As he concentrated on his studies, he couldn't help but overhear whispers from his students and colleagues about the frequent bouquets that Kazuma was sending his way. Despite the attention, he felt compelled to keep this information to himself and remain discreet. 
Barok was in a tough spot when two small flower bouquets caused a stir among those around him. The gossip that followed became overwhelming, especially coming from a foreign instructor at Yumei University who seemed to enjoy making Barok's life difficult with their constant and unnecessary comments. "Hello, Mr. Van Zieks. I heard that someone has taken a liking to you," said Herlock Sholmes, the peculiar colleague of Professor Yujin Mikotoba and the godfather of Barok's niece. “It's just a student wishing to send me a gift to show his gratitude,” Barok stated. “Regrettably, it seems that the sender of the message is not registered in any of the classes that you teach.”
“How would you know this?” Barok glared with disapproval in his eyes. “Elementary, my dear Professor. Upon observing the exterior of your classroom this morning, I noticed two floral arrangements with the name of the Dean's son inscribed in both English and Japanese. Given that you are the only individual with access to the room, it is a logical deduction that these flowers were delivered prior to your arrival. It is improbable that a student would have sent them, as Mr. Asogi is not listed on your class roster, a fact which I confirmed by perusing the online records which are readily available to all instructors. In light of this evidence, it is reasonable to surmise that the sender of the bouquets must have possessed a master key or perhaps even scaled the building to leave them behind.”
“You read the name on the card from outside the school building, didn’t you?” Barok glared, his voice dripping with venom. “I observed that you've recently displayed signs of agitation upon receiving your initial floral arrangement. It's quite interesting to note that the specific blossoms in the bouquet are imbued with hidden connotations of romantic intent. Fortunately, I have a penchant for studying the significance of flowers during my leisure hours. This knowledge may prove useful upon my return to London.
“Furthermore, I am presently aiding an associate who speaks Japanese as their mother tongue. This has allowed me to refine my abilities in reading and deciphering Japanese to English. I would recommend against concealing the identity of the suitor on the card behind the window frame, as it is visible from your current vantage point.” “You read the card from outside the university building using your goggles, didn't you? Why should I expect any less from you?” Barok grumbled, crossing his arms. “Nevertheless, I'm sure the flowers were no more than simple gifts of gratitude. He is the Dean's son after all.” “Mr. Asogi is one of Dear Mikotoba's students and a beloved friend of his daughter. Giving flowers has never been Dear Kazuma's motif based on my knowledge of how he socializes with his peers and teachers. Not to mention... he's quite knowledgeable in flower language. He was the one that taught me it during my free time after all,” Herlock stated, which took Barok by surprise. Kazuma knew the meanings of flowers!? But then that means... “What are you saying, man!?” Barok asked, too taken aback to respond any other way. “Perhaps nothing, perhaps something. If Dear Kazuma never gives bouquets of flowers to anyone else, let alone a teacher, yet gives two to you and is knowledgeable in the meaning of flowers,” Herlock stated, pointing his finger up, then pointing it to the corner of his forehead. “I'd deduce he knew what those flowers meant when he picked them for you.” Barok stood rooted to the spot, his mind reeling from the sudden realization. If Kazuma had actually sent him those flowers with full knowledge of their symbolic meaning, then what did it imply? Overwhelming fear and disbelief flooded Barok's mind at the thought of Kazuma harboring genuine feelings for him. He struggled to make sense of his jumbled emotions, unable to comprehend the possibility. “That doesn't make sense! I haven't seen Kazuma since I started working here! I barely remember seeing the Dean on my first day!” Barok retorted, his glare intense. “That's not entirely true, my dear chap. As a matter of fact, the Dean was sick on the day the University opened. I realized this when I registered as a teacher's aid here in this school, being I met the Dean, Mr. Genshin Asogi, in his offices with a picture of him and his son displayed at the corner of his desk. It was clear they were father and son based on the physical features they share and the number of times the Dean looks upon the picture with great admiration. I'm certain the Dean had to ask his son to step in and meet with the new staff, being I noticed the same chap behind the desk handing Dear Mikotoba his paperwork. The poor lad was a deer caught in headlights. He wasn't very fluent in English and didn't quite know how to introduce himself to the new staff. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Herlock laughed, his laughter ringing throughout the room. “Wait, are you saying that Kazuma Asogi was the man who introduced the school to the new staff members?” Barok questioned, his hand covering his face in disbelief. At that moment, Barok's memory flashed back to his first day of teaching at the school. He recalled being lost and confused when he stumbled upon the main office. Inside, the air conditioning was on full blast, making the room feel frigid like a walk-in refrigerator. The acrid smell of fresh office papers and the sound of busy copy machines filled the air, intensifying the confusion of several newly appointed staff members waiting in line. Behind the elegant front desk sat a professional Japanese man dressed in a sleek suit and tie. He had striking black, short, choppy hair that gave him an air of confidence. The man spoke Japanese at lightning speed with the person at the front of the queue, his language skills awe-inspiring. Whenever the man handed someone their papers, he would bow courteously, his hand gesturing respectfully. The next person in line, a newly recruited teacher, spoke in English, which broke the spell of the previously spoken Japanese language. The teacher spoke up as soon as he and Barok entered the office. "Hi, I'm teaching here at Yumei and I need to collect my map and lesson plans." The young man behind the desk looked up at them, blinking a few times before responding. "Paper, you need paper?" he replied in heavily accented and broken English, searching frantically through his drawers. "No, I need my lesson plans and a map!" the teacher repeated, growing increasingly impatient. "Yes, papers... sorry," the young man apologized, his face red with embarrassment. Barok couldn't help feeling sympathetic towards him. It was clear that he had little grasp of the English language. Without hesitation, Barok offered to help. Barok offered to help and immediately pulled out his phone. "Here, let me assist you." He handed the teacher his phone, which displayed an app with English text ready to record any spoken words. Below the English text box was a Japanese translation, showing what would be displayed in the English text box. However, the frustrated teacher didn't understand Barok's intentions. "I'm just trying to collect my lesson plans and a map of the school!" he exclaimed, getting more and more agitated. Barok's phone displayed the teacher's spoken words in the text, translating from English to Japanese. To help the young man behind the desk understand, Barok pressed the button on the Japanese text, which then spoke aloud in a professional voice. The young man behind the desk heard the translation and immediately began rummaging through the drawer of his desk, pulling out the lesson plans and map of the school the teacher had been asking for. "Sorry! Sorry!" he cried out in Japanese. "Thank you," the teacher said as he took the papers and rushed out, still visibly frustrated. The young man behind the desk appeared ashamed and embarrassed, covering his face. Feeling satisfied that he had been able to help, Barok introduced himself. "Watashi no namae wa Barok van Zieks," he said, using the Japanese greetings that he knew. The young man looked up, removing his hands from his face. "Yoroshiku onegai shi masu." "Arigatou gozaimasu," the young man responded, his gentle smile conveying gratitude. Barok opened the same app on his phone that had helped him translate before, but this time he used it to record his own voice. "Excuse me, I would like my lesson plans and map, please. I'm sorry for not knowing much Japanese," he spoke into his phone. The app instantly translated his words into Japanese. When the young man on the other end heard the translated message, he chuckled before going to his drawer and retrieving everything that Barok needed: the lesson plans, the map of the school, and other paperwork. "Th-Thank you... Van Zieks-sensei," the young man stumbled over the words as he struggled to speak correctly in English. "You're welcome," Barok replied, bowing out of courtesy before leaving. As he walked away, he noticed the young man smiling, his cheeks flushed pink from being flustered. Barok didn't dwell on the incident with the young man and had a suspicion that he couldn't be the Dean. The young man's "thank you" was overly formal for someone of his presumed status, suggesting that he considered himself below Barok's authority. However, this theory didn't quite explain why the man had not given the flowers directly to Barok. Despite these doubts, Barok now understood why Kazuma had given him the bouquet of flowers. He was the young Japanese man he met on his first day working at Yumei University.
After snapping out of his reverie, Herlock asked, "have you solved the mystery of your admirer?" "Somewhat," Barok muttered, eager to see the young man's face once more. Later that day, when Barok was walking by the offices, he peeked inside the office where he had first met Kazuma on his opening day at Yumei University, and a wave of disappointment washed over Barok. An older man with a dark suit, mustache, and ponytail sat at the desk instead of the young man he longed to see. Barok sighed softly, realizing how unlikely that would be to find the young man again. Just as he turned to leave, Barok spotted a figure he recognized running towards the main office. It was Kazuma, and he was biting his lip, looking nervous. As he approached Barok, he seemed unsure of how to say what was on his mind. Barok felt the same way, his body frozen as he tried to remember any Japanese he knew. His eyes darted around before he looked back at Kazuma. Their lack of a shared language complicated their attempts to express themselves. Kazuma felt ashamed and embarrassed that he couldn't communicate better in English, feeling like he knew much less than Barok knew of Japanese. Turning to run away with, "I'm sorry" leaving his lips, he heard Barok call after him. "Wait! Azaasu!" Kazuma paused, his heart thudding in his chest as he turned to face Barok. Barok continued speaking softly with a soft, comforting, "Ohana." Kazuma froze, his body shaking without anything he could deliver from his lips. Even when his lips moved, they froze in that very spot. Kazuma's eyes fell to the ground, his face flushed with embarrassment. There was nothing he could say. Darkness clouded his eyes in shame as he bowed to Barok halfway. "I'm sorry!" Kazuma apologized. Barok shook his head. He used nonverbal cues like smiles and gestures to show he was listening. He smiled softly at Kazuma with great understanding and sympathy. Barok felt the same at times when his students asked him questions after class. Kazuma understood the smile that graced Barok's lips, returning it with his own. However, that smile turned into a frown, a dark shadow casting over his eyes. Did Kazuma wish to say more? Feeling frustrated by their inability to communicate, Barok took out his phone and showed Kazuma the translator app they had used during their first meeting. Seeing the familiar app, Kazuma felt a glimmer of hope. Barok spoke in Japanese, the device translating his words: "I wish to learn English so I can tell you what is on my heart. I promise to work hard and get better." Kazuma's eyes widened with surprise and gratitude. He took the phone and replied in Japanese, "I will do the same." Barok nodded, relieved to have found a way to communicate with his admirer. Kazuma felt a rush of warmth flood his chest, a smile spreading across his face. Perhaps this was the beginning of a meaningful connection between them. He bowed to Barok, saying "Arigato," happily. Barok replied with "Dōitashimashite," feeling a sense of camaraderie with the young man. As Kazuma turned to leave, Barok smiled after him, feeling grateful for the opportunity to connect with him.
That was when Barok realized that he had to return Kazuma's message in those flowers. The next day, Ryunosuke confirmed Barok's suspicions after class. "Van Zieks-sensei, Kazuma is quite frustrated. He cannot truly articulate his feelings for you, and wishes for you to know what's in his heart," Ryunosuke explained, fidgeting with his pen. He remembered struggling with the language barrier when he first learned English during English Class last year in a different classroom and imagined how Kazuma must have felt. "I see. So Kazuma has feelings for me," Barok said with a slight smile. He had suspected it all along. "More of an attraction, sir. He is drawn to you but finds it difficult to express himself. He worries he will never understand you fully and feels ashamed he did not study English more," Ryunosuke replied, pressing the pen down harder on his notepad. "You can assure him that there is nothing to be ashamed of. I understand the struggle of learning a new language," Barok said, his voice calm and understanding. "Kazuma is a passionate person, sir. He reaches for the stars, even if they are beyond his grasp. He wants to take his time, so please do not feel pressured," Ryunosuke added, looking up to meet his van Zieks-sensei's gaze. "Of course. The bouquet was quite sweet, but nothing too romantic," Barok chuckled. He thought back to the flowers Kazuma had given him, and how endearing they were. "I believe he wanted to convey a small crush, sir," Ryunosuke grinned. He was glad to have lightened the mood with his teacher. Barok laughed. "Well, it definitely conveyed something. I thought you Japanese were superstitious about even numbers of flowers," he said, raising an eyebrow. "Actually, we do not mind. Only the number four is considered unlucky. It can represent death," Ryunosuke explained, tapping his pen on the notepad. "Interesting. In the UK, we have our fair share of superstitions too. For example, people used to plant hawthorn flowers in hedgerows to protect their livestock from witches," Barok said, reminiscing on some of the strange traditions of his birthplace. "Really? And what about Christmas traditions?" Ryunosuke asked, intrigued. "Ah, yes. Holly is often used to represent the thorns and blood of Christ's crown. It is said to protect the household," Barok replied, his tone growing more animated with each word. "I never knew that! See, Sensei, there is always something to learn from different cultures," Ryunosuke exclaimed, smiling. "Indeed. Just like how flowers can bring two worlds together. Each country has its own culture and language, but they all have flowers. The national flower can even tell you something about that country," Barok said, his voice taking on a more reflective tone. "And what about the rose, sir? Isn't it the national flower of the UK?" Ryunosuke asked, thinking back to his own knowledge of flowers. "Yes, the red rose. It represents love and romance. But did you know that yellow roses signify friendship and new beginnings, while pink roses are for gratitude and admiration?" Barok said, wanting to share his knowledge. "I had no idea!" Ryunosuke exclaimed, amazed. "And cherry blossoms signify renewal and the beginnings of life. It seems this country is full of new starts," Barok added, his voice laced with pride. "And the UK is full of love, gratitude, and admiration! It's amazing how different countries have so many similarities," Ryunosuke said, grinning. Barok smiled back. "Yes, we may speak different languages, but the language of flowers is universal."
Barok thought about the language barrier between him and Kazuma. Realistically, it would take time before they could speak fluently with each other. Nonetheless, he wanted to show Kazuma his appreciation for the bouquets he had received. Luckily, he was able to find out when Kazuma's next free period was. With the remaining time, Barok set out to craft a gift to thank Kazuma for his kindness. Barok carefully chose specific flowers with meanings, such as Privet Berries for peace and sincerity, Blue Mountain Thistles for strength and courage, green roses for luck and good fortune, white Calla Lilies for purity, white tulips for peace and forgiveness, hot pink Dahlias for grace and kindness with a hint of romance, hot pink Calla Lilies to show appreciation, admiration, and romantic interest and regular pink Peonies to signify fortune, prosperity, and love. As he arranged the flowers, Barok felt flattered by Kazuma's admiration. Despite the age difference, their relationship was legal, since Kazuma wasn't a student in any of his classes. The next morning, Barok nervously searched for Kazuma's classroom. He had heard that Kazuma often helped out Professor Mikotoba before school, so he peeked inside and saw Kazuma assisting the teacher. Barok knocked on the door, causing both the professor and learner to turn and notice him. “Ah, van Zieks-san! How are you this morning?” Professor Mikotoba greeted him warmly. “I wanted to see Kazuma to thank him for his gifts,” Barok said, presenting the bouquet and trying to hide his nervousness. “Two gifts?” Professor Mikotoba asked, turning to Kazuma with a question in Japanese. Kazuma blushed and looked away. Barok handed the bouquet to Kazuma, who accepted it with a smile. “Arigatou gozaimasu, van Zieks-sensei!” Kazuma thanked him politely, bowing. “Barok,” Barok corrected, deciding to be more casual. “B-Barok,” Kazuma repeated, looking up at him with a smile. Barok smiled back. “Boku to tsukiau te morae mase nichi ka?” Barok asked, hoping his Japanese was correct when asking Kazuma on a date. He was surprised, but his eyes lit up with excitement. “Y-Yes,” Kazuma replied, looking at the bouquet. “Quite a strange way of finding love, but then again Kazuma was always one to go big,” Professor Mikotoba observed with a chuckle. “Considering Kazuma isn't my student and he works around the school anyway, I don't see any problem with this relationship,” Barok said, trying to remain composed. “True. The language barrier will be a challenge, but I'm sure you're up for it,” Professor Mikotoba said, smiling. Barok nodded, smiling warmly at Kazuma. They had a lot to learn about each other, but for now, Barok was happy to bask in the warmth of Kazuma's smile and the knowledge that something special had just begun.
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chaoticsunshines · 2 years
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I haven't finished The 100, I'm on like season 3 I think, but I know some things from watching multifandom humor videos and edits. Is it bad? Am I going to cry? Idk why I projected on to John of all people. I mean I latched onto Finn and Lincoln and Bellamy aswell but John's the main.
Oh G O D
ok so i'm gonna try my best not to spoil anything bc I don't know how far into season 3 you are but it's rough--don't get me wrong, it's actually one of my fav seasons, but we do lose some pretty great characters
I also latched onto John Murphy my beloved lmao, I despised him in the first 2 seasons but. He's my lil trash prince and I love him. And if you watch the entire show for Murphy, then you will have an excellent show. His character development is on point for the rest of the series, the same cannot be said for other characters lmao.
Overall it's not a bad show. the last two seasons it kinda loses it's plot-- but if you're a fan of Murphy, Echo, Emori and Raven, they had the brain cells those seasons. (to be honest I didn't really finish season 7 so don't take my word for it)
Will you cry? Probably. After season 3 episode 9 my best friend cried for several days lmao, but that's partially because we're weird. i mean, it has its problems which i won't say because spoilers but. you'll see.
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luvit · 4 months
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olderboyfriend!simon who gets jealous whenever he hears you drunk talking about some guy who tried to hit on you and get your number :((((
yea (said like the kid getting a basketball thrown at their head)
because older-boyfriend!simon who picked you up from the club when you sent a slurry of texts riddled with typos. saying 'smoin pls lvoe u so muchth" and "wamt 2 go hooooooome"
he's already got his shoes on and keys in hand when your name first lit up his phone. he'd let you go out on your own and have fun with your friends. he said he'd pass when you offered for him to come because he wants you to be able to go out and have fun with people your age too and not have him looming over you. because he knows that's what he's going to end up doing so he ends up telling you that he'll pick you up whenever you want if you wanted to leave earlier than your ride.
and by the time he gets there after your multiple voice memos (that he listens to along the way and laughs at how many times you tell him you love him even though he's a grandpa and then that you were just kidding), he has no problem finding you since you're sitting on the curb and swinging your knees this way and that like a bored child. immediately pulls over and moves towards you.
"what you doing out here, lovie?" he'll ask you gently and try to pull you up. your arms are totally slack and to prevent from accidentally dislocating your arms, he slings an arm around your shoulders and lifts. but you misinterpret it as being carried like he's walking you out of a burning house in a hallmark movie and launch your body upwards so he has to start carrying you like that if he doesn't want to drop you.
"you're here to save meeee!" you drawl out and kiss his cheek. except you miss and knock your forehead against his jaw instead. he chuckles and bumps his head against yours while carrying you to the car.
"save you from wha'? s'cold out. don't need you freezing out here especially when you're hot from all the alcohol."
"that's what this guy said too!"
"said what?" he asks quietly as he buckles you in. you're full of life all of a sudden and talking with your hands and he gently holds them to give your fingers a kiss so you don't accidentally slap him.
"this guy in there. he said i was soooo hot. and then he wanted to dance with me, but i didn't want to. because i have a boyfriend and i love him so much. but i would love him eveeeen more if he let me pluck those white hairs on his head because he's getting sooo old. but i'm getting there too, so maybe it's okay. we can be old together-"
he cuts you off with a finger on your lips. he watches you with an adoring expression. obviously with your young age and habit of partying, it seems you still don't have that well of a reign on how much is too much.
"go back to the guy, darling."
"my boyfriend? oh yeah! he's like so big and strong and-"
"the guy at the bar, sweetheart." he chuckles and then closes the door so he can get to his seat. he can see you still animatedly talking through the window. he knows he's not exactly missing anything important with how you started off with saying everything else you thought was related.
when he slides into his seat he hears your "and then this guy came out of nowhere and tried talking to me and he smelled so bad. so bad, simon! disgusting. he had the audacity to ask for my number!"
"you give it to him?" he arches an eyebrow at you as he starts driving off to your home.
"i gave him the number to my favorite pizza place." he snorts at that and gives your cheek a fond squeeze. it makes you burst out into song. "i have it memorized!"
"'course you do," he mutters to himself while he stops at a red light. he gazes at you as you continue blabbering on and on about your night and how that apparently foul smelling guy approached you. he just can't take his eyes off you and watches how your eyes shine and your lips move.
his fists clench at wheel when he thinks about some rando approaching you and then trying to take you home. he knows you wouldn't stray far from him. not when you can't stop telling simon how handsome he is but your boyfriend is handsomer, as if he isn't the same exact person. but the thought of someone trying to get you, claim what's his? oh it has his blood boiling. can't help that you're such a pretty thing.
maybe he'll have to go with you the next time.
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troutpaws · 6 months
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fishtober day 03:
california golden trout (oncorhynchus aguabonita)
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canisalbus · 6 months
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What if I told you that RoobrickMarine went and wrote an entire novella starring my 16th century dog couple? It's very canon-adjacent, well researched and thoughtfully put together, has inspired me a ton during these past months and it's now publicly available at AO3. I highly recommend it.
✦ Separation ✦
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my source is that i am autistic about horror
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ganondoodle · 7 months
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rough concept for the unique boss within the deku-tree (required for the quest to repair the mastersword; boss name is a placeholder)
(totk rewritten project)
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recently i reread a bunch of my favorite sherlock holmes stories (norw my beloved) and felt compelled to create my own diagram for 221B
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high cloud quintet commission for jing yuan's va!
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merrigel · 2 months
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I want it back = I drag its dead weight forward
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veillsar · 4 months
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「The Pale Bat」- Part 2
❗️Minor BG3 Spoilers Ahead❗️
Lots of dialogue, recommend clicking into the pictures to read clearly!
Summary: The bat is in good care, and Halsin tells Astarion some...interesting things about bats, while Karlach goes into protect mode.
Original post that inspired this is linked in part 1!
Part 1
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{Edited the sizes of images, they were so blurry!!!}
Finally, here is the continuation of The Pale Bat! There will be more updates, but I think once I’m done with this current emotion-heavy beginning(sorry not sorry) it will soon become more of a slice of life type of comic, just little stories of the party and the bat. Got a little carried away at the end there, but I just thought I had to give Astarion’s story some justice, so I did.
Also please forgive me if the bat informations are incorrect, I just pulled them out of thin air, and feel free to throw correct bat-facts at me in the ask-box or just ask about the comic! Hope you enjoy this update, and stay tuned for more ;)
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ohbother2 · 2 months
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OKAY SO-
Alastor lost his cool and flipped his shit immensely when Lucifer showed up - why would that be? and why wedge himself between Lucifer and Charlie? Why would he react so viscerally when his literal main-competitor for retaining his rank and respect is Vox, and Vox openly antagonises him first, trying to drag Alastor's reputation through the mud in his broadcasts
Alastor remains cool, calm, collected, and in doing so completely surpasses Vox's attempts
in many ways, Alastor is unflappable. Always smiling, always a step ahead, always the most powerful and domineering in a room
and then- Lucifer shows up. This short statured, rosy-cheeked, rather pathetic excuse of a man
he waltzes in to the hotel, a fumbling over-excited mess, the least threatening a person could possibly look in hell, barely reaching Alastor's waist
and yet, he outranks Alastor, he could over-power him easily, he is the predator
and Alastor simply cannot handle that
Alastor may be furious that such a week-minded, emotionally unguarded man ranks so far above him with no way for Alastor to even attempt to gain the same status
so what does Lucifer lack? what is the one thing Alastor can have that he can't?
a relationship with Charlie
his anger is calculated, he finds what hurts Lucifer, he finds his weakness, he grips onto it with both claws, and he drags it in front of him, mocking the fact that, yeah, sure Lucifer may outrank him, but in his daughters mind? one of the few things Lucifer can't control? Alastor has the power, has the lead - in all manners of 'power' and 'influence' that Lucifer cannot control, Alastor makes sure he knows he is on top - he is Charlie's favourite, he succeeds where Lucifer has failed her
regardless of his motives, he has been there for Charlie, and Lucifer hasn't, and that's all that matters
but why does he have this deep-rooted need to prove himself? why can he not accept that he is still the second most powerful in that hotel?
his need for power, for dominance, for control is shown again when Husk confronts him in the hallway
'big talk for someone who's also on a leash'
this time, Alastor doesn't even bother targeting Husker's, insecurities, his weaknesses
he drags him down the hallway chained at his neck, teeth gnashing and positively enraged
there's no typical Alastor intelligence or cunning behind this action - it is pure unadulterated rage, it's a: I can kill you, and I will
killing husk would be useless - Alastor obviously has a purpose for him, that's why he's been kept alive and the other overlords haven't, killing him would get rid of any leverage Alastor had, it would get rid of Husk full stop
Alastor has been gone for 7 years, and now he's back, supporting a cause he doesn't believe, forced to wander around the hotel halls and haunting its residents instead of freely roaming Hell
Lilith has also been gone 7 years - and she isn't yet back
Alastor just so happens to appear at the hotel mere moments after Charlie tries to talk to Lilith, marching into the foyer and wedging himself into the project with a showman's flair
he is chained, he is chained to that infernal hotel where he doesn't belong - he cannot be redeemed, he doesn't want to be redeemed
he is chained to Lilith, and by extension he is chained to Charlie
and in his eyes, he is powerless, so utterly and infuriatingly at the mercy of those above him, and that simply won't do
so what can he do? what can a man, whose greatest desire is power, who's biggest insecurity is the power and status he wields over others, do to reclaim some semblance of that power? how can he usurp Lilith? how can be make this soul-bond beneficial to him?
he can win Charlie over - he can replace her father in the process, he can mould her as he sees fit, he can play on her need to view the best in everyone, in the need to create friendships and her insatiable ability to care for those around her
he cannot get to Lilith, he cannot match Lucifer, but he can have Charlie
and he's nearly got her
and when he does? who's to say her naivety, her trust, the relationship he's intentionally crafted with her, leads her to strike a deal with him in a moment of need? when the angels attack, when the hotel begins to crumble, when heaven commands her to stop her efforts? why wouldn't she strike a deal, in her mind, he's as caring as a father figure, and a man who's been there since day one unlike either of her parents
she shakes his hand
he has her soul
he has Charlie, and he has Lilith, and he has Lucifer
there's nothing they can do, and isn't that really what power is? not raw-strength, not magic, not status, but the ability to control those who others may believe to be above your own station?
he's forced to the hotel, he's chained down and unable to grab for more power - if Lilith is preventing him from earning it himself, well, he can always just force her to give it to him
all it takes is one hand shake.
the cherry on top? he get's to show Lilith it's her own desire for him to be at the hotel that has allowed him to ensnare them all
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*But it wasn't funny.
Chara Week Day 3: Laughter
[Image Description: An Undertale comic that takes place in the True Lab. Panel 1: Frisk and Chara stand side-by-side, looking at something off-screen to the right. Frisk looks scared and is hugging themself while holding a stick. Chara, a ghost, is translucent and has a similar look of distress on their face. Panel 2: The amalgamate that resembles Snowdrake stands at the opposite end of the room, saying "Sn...o...wy..." Panel 3: A close up of Frisk's face. There are tears in their eyes. They hold their stick in front of themself as they open their mouth to speak, but Chara cuts them off with a laugh from off-screen. Panel 4: Chara holds a hand up to their face, smiling with their eyebrows knit together. They say, "...hehe. You laugh, and keep laughing." Panel 5: Chara is laughing in the foreground, hovering with their knees curled up to their chest and their arms wrapped around themself. They say, "It's SO funny, you can't stop." Frisk is in the background glancing sideways at them with concern. Panel 6: A closeup of Chara's face on a black background. They're laughing even harder and covering their eyes with their hand as tears run down their face. They say, "Tears run down your face." Panel 7: Chara looks to the side at Frisk, hand still covering one side of their face and still smiling, but their laughter dies out. They say, "... What?" Panel 8: Chara floats on a black background, alone, beside Frisk's red soul. They ask, "You didn't do that?" /End ID]
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thanks to cotl for feeding my gambling addiction [2/2]
and a bonus! he is still laughing
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part 1
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