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Reader’s Corner: Mission: Yozakura Family (Vol. 1), Wandance (Vol. 2), and I Will Forget This Feeling Someday

Among the offerings we cover this week are a couple of one-volume releases from the mangaka of Beastars and the author of I Want to Eat Your Pancreas, respectively. We also review the newest releases from several other series and the opening volume of a Shonen Jump favorite.

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Drip Drip, One-Shot Manga

What kind of adult would you become if, thanks to being reared by a germophobic mother, you started spewing blood violently and by the liter every time you touched something you considered dirty? Mako Higari begins having one-night stands with man after man after man, hoping one of them will be “clean” and invest in her in a meaningful way. Weird as it sounds, this doesn’t really even begin to describe the uniqueness of Drip Drip, a one-shot manga by Paru Itagaki, known for her acclaimed work, Beastars. It is high-paced, packing a full story in eight chapters; and with its focus on sex and nosebleeds, is full of nudity, blood, and sexual language. But it has something to say, in both comical and unexpectedly meaningful ways, especially through one of the story’s twists. I won’t give it away, but that plot point turns the tale from engaging on a merely surface level into a work with depth. I quite enjoyed Drip Drip, but it is “dripping” with those adult elements, so be warned. I should also say that I also enjoyed the additional short tacked onto this release that is just as adult as Drip Drip, but focuses on Christmas. So you might just see this crop up one more time during our annual 12 Days of Christmas Anime series. Stay tuned! ~ Twwk

Drip Drip is published by Viz Media and releases on October 18th.

Animal Crossing: New Horizons Deserted Island Diaries, Manga Vol. 3

After reading the first volume of this manga on a lark, I have pre-ordered both new volumes since. So, suffice it to say, I enjoy this manga. Volume 3 of the Animal Crossing: New Horizons Deserted Island Diaries introduces us to some new villagers, including fan favorite Raymond. It also spends quite a bit of time on the islanders trying to come up with new ideas to boost their island appeal. This is not a serious, story-driven manga. If you are looking for that, look elsewhere. Much like other Nintendo game manga for Kirby or Super Mario Brothers, this is gag driven and always a lot funnier if you have played the game. As someone who is still playing Animal Crossing: New Horizons daily, I find it hilarious! At times it feels like it is written for an audience that is entirely me. This family-friendly series is a lot of fun if you play Animal Crossing games. If you don’t and are looking for more goofy series you can share with your kids without worrying about content issues, this series is a fun choice. I am going to be honest here: while you can start at the beginning of the series, just randomly picking up any single volume will give you the same, fun experience as there is no real continuous storyline. ~ MDMRN

Animal Crossing: New Horizons Deserted Island Diaries is published by Viz Media.

READ: Animal Crossing: New Horizons Deserted Island Diaries Reviews (Vol. 1 // Vol. 2)

Bottom-Tier Character Tomozaki, Light Novel Vol. 8.5

In the world of romcom light novels, half-volumes are typically side story collections, bits and pieces that relate to the main story and give a chance for fan-favorite characters to shine. But when they’re done well, they can add life to a story and be excellent volumes themselves rather than fun throwaways. Volume 8.5 of Bottom-Tier Character Tomozaki is the latter type. Its chapters are separated enough from the main thread and so individualized in tone and plot as to stand apart as excellent short stories. But they all take place between the class play that ends the year’s activities at school and the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve and reveal significant motivations and background information about several characters. The enigmatic Aoi receives a chapter about her childhood, which tells us so much about her (and still so little). This chapter connects to a Christmas Eve introductory chapter, which also serves as a denouement to the previous arc, and a charming chapter told from Kikuchi’s perspective. Aoi also plays a part in Minami’s chapter, which again demonstrates how well Yuki Yaku knows his characters. Minami’s thoughts are at once full throttle, full speed ahead, and self-conscious, and they drop an important piece of information about what exactly it is that is exchanged in the world of the AU side series that has been given two releases so far by Yen Press (but which hadn’t yet been released when 8.5 was published in Japan). My favorite chapter of all, though, focuses on a character I had no particular feelings about prior to this volume. The cover girl, Rena, is written with a subtlety that is totally unlike the image she conveys. Readers will at once dislike many of her actions but also sympathize with her, all in a way that makes Rena come across as a complex and realized character. It’s writing like that which permits volume 8.5 to sit alongside the main story volumes, belonging every bit as much as the main story books in the addicting series. I might even call this, together with the other nine volumes of Tomozaki, “top-tier.” ~ Twwk

Bottom-Tier Character Tomozaki is published by Yen Press.

Read: Bottom-Tier Character Tomozaki Review (Vol. 3 // Vol. 5 // Vol. 6 // Vol. 6.5 // Vol. 7 // Vol. 8)

I Will Forget This Feeling Someday, One-Shot Light Novel

This story starts off typically enough. Kaya Suzuki’s just another boring kid at his boring high school in his boring old town—until he meets a strange girl who promises to spill color all over his life again. You get the drill. The two keep talking, make reckless decisions, fall in love, confess—it’s how every ordinary romance light novel goes. But I Will Forget This Feeling Someday isn’t an ordinary light novel. With that distinctly eccentric but penetrating writing style, Yoru Sumino chisels through the classic tropes of the genre to carve out an emotional story about ordinary life, guilt, and the bonds people share. How do we live in a world that feels so suffocating and dull and pointless? How do we deal with loss and the ways we wound ourselves and others? And how do we hold on to our deepest emotions, which feel so real in the moment but fade into obscurity with time? Sumino doesn’t answer those questions up front. Instead, Sumino invites us into the complexities of Kaya’s story. Kaya is broken and bitter and cruel, unlikable but often relatable, and above all desperate for hope. It’s in imagining what that hope would look like, for him and for all those who cross his path, that this book truly sparkles. And it’s not just Kaya’s story—there’s depth to all the characters that we encounter, and lots of grace and sacrificial love to cherish along the way. Not to mention the engaging plot that strung me along until the very end—I took at least five pages of notes for this review—and the beautiful cover illustration by loundraw. Pick up this book. It’s an experience you’ll definitely never forget. I know I won’t. ~ sleepminusminus

I Will Forget This Feeling Someday is published by Seven Seas.

Shortcake Cake, Manga Vol. 11

I was so completely frustrated with Rei at the beginning of this volume! Riku is meeting his mom for the first time, and she’s even asked him to come live with her and he has the nerve to say, “Nobody wants you,” to Riku?! I definitely had to remember that Rei does in fact want his brother and deeply misses him, but when he said that I related to Ten and Shingen being upset with him so very much. However, Ten is really amazing because when it seems like everything is done for and Riku could be potentially “loss” to them forever, she is the one who steps in and pushes Rei to finally share what is in his heart. And wow! This volume had me in tears with the dialogue and the art. Every word, every panel, every page was so extremely moving that I’m not sure I can express in words how heartfelt it was to see these brothers finally have a conversation that was not full of insults or rejection. It is by far the most emotional volume and not because of the sadness, but because of the healing and the reconciliation that takes place. While there is still one more volume to go, this is already a series I know is going to be sticking with me for a long time and one I will reread again. The theme of it never being too late to reconcile with loved ones/close friends is on powerful display through these characters that I think this series will surprise and touch many who pick it up. ~ Laura A. Grace

READ: Shortcake Cake Reviews (Vol.1 // Vol. 2 // Vol. 3 // Vol. 4 // Vol. 5 // Vol. 6 // Vol 7 // Vol. 8 // Vol. 9 // Vol. 10)

Shortcake Cake is published by VIZ Media.

Mission: Yozakura Family, Manga Vol. 1

In the introductory illustration to volume one of Mission: Yozakura Family, Hitsuji Gondaira writes that he hopes readers will fall in love with the titular family he’s created. It didn’t take me even a full chapter to do just that. Mission: Yozakura Family is as cute and loveable as it is funny and exciting, introducing a world of spies and international criminal organizations but centered on shy student Taiyo and his childhood friend, Mutsumi, whose brothers and sisters are masters of espionage and tasked with protecting her. When Taiyo becomes mixed up with Mutsumi’s brother, who will go to any lengths to protect his sister, he has two choices: become a victim or join the family! Hot on the heels of series like Spy x Family and Spy Classroom, Mission: Yozakura Family is another in the line of recent spy manga—but that doesn’t mean that there isn’t room in this subgenre for another series, especially one as warm and fun as this one is. The personalities and powers of each family member are already beginning to shine, hooking me in as much as the central relationship between the too-cute Taiyo and Mutsumi. But much like the uber-popular Spy x Family, this series also features tantalizing action scenes and plenty of humor. In fact, I wonder if it’s somehow gone a little under the radar sitting in that behemoth’s shadow. Here’s hoping that with this Shonen Jump series finally coming to print in the U.S., that won’t hold true for much longer. ~ Twwk

Mission: Yozakura Family is published by Viz Media. Volume one releases on October 18th.

Wandance, Manga Vol. 2

As volume two of Wandance closes, Coffee, the mangaka behind this moving, energetic, and thoughtful series, leaves readers with a personal note: “I always felt like having a stutter gained me absolutely nothing in life. Maybe this manga is the first thing.” Ugh, my heart! It’s a masterful and transparent way to end this volume, which while featuring panel after panel showing students dancing in hip-hop, house, and other styles, is ultimately a surprisingly quiet story about finding your way even if you don’t feel confident, even if you’re just starting a journey, even if the obstacles seem too steep to climb. Wanda, the exuberant, lovable, strange dancer on the cover, in the title, and apparently at the center of the tale, is more of a side character in volume two, which instead heavily focuses on Kabo as he tries to figure out how to dance well even without this life-changing girl at his side. As he thinks and dances through this question, new supporting characters take center stage as well, including one whose envy of Wanda masks insecurity, and another boy who hasn’t been coming to the club but is as skilled a dancer as On. Speaking of the club president, On dominates the chapters of volume two, particularly through a speech where she attempts to explain what makes a dancer special. She emphasizes “feeling,” and while that concept is a bit vague and cliche, it helps convey the theme of the series and stresses that the stutterer, Kabo, has found a place he belongs since that adjective describes how he feels about dance. He’s found a path to waltz along, and how lucky we are that we’re able to also join him and Wanda on this journey, for this dance. ~ Twwk

Wandance is published by Kodansha.

READ: Wandance Vol. 1 Review

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ahb-writes · 5 months

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Book Review: 'I Will Forget This Feeling Someday'

I Will Forget This Feeling Someday by Yoru Sumino

discontented youth

isekai

sci-fi

teen romance

ya fiction

ya romance

My Rating: 3 of 5 stars

Kaya Suzuki's ethical ambivalence toward the corruptive nature of interpersonal relationships has marked him as a vicious stoic by his early high-school years. For Kaya, goodness is a predictable corollary of convenience. The presumed arrogance of youth and the presumed certainty of adulthood are flagrantly unjustifiable vestiges of the human imagination. That is to say, people playact in a manner that comforts them to defy whatever it is they fear or to steal or obtain whatever they desire. Kaya Suzuki is not wrong.

I WILL FORGET THIS FEELING SOMEDAY is an intriguing work, if modestly undercut by the author's curious decision to staple a 127-page addendum to the book. Kaya sees through the miasma of optimism that typically plagues others his age: folksy camaraderie is unnecessary, adolescent relational dynamics are ephemeral, and the professional violence owned by supposedly mature adults amounts to nothing more than a game. In Kaya's rural town, it doesn't matter if he's mindful of neighborhood gossip and it doesn't matter if he listens to news stories about an approaching war. Humanity is endlessly selfish, so why bother?

"Most of us live and die without ever being special," Kaya says. "It's such an obvious truth, but most people don't seem to realize it — at least the people around me. But if you say something like that aloud, people get upset with you and act like it's an insult" (page 121).

And that's when he meets Chika.

In spite of the villainous truths that mar human pragmatism, Kaya meets Chika, accidentally, and through a kind of happenstance that forcefully occupies his mind for months at a time. At an abandoned bus stop, at the edge of his rural town, roughly half an hour before midnight, Kaya encounters a pair of glowing eyes. Shock and surprise (e.g., Ghost? Phantom?) give way to wild panic (e.g., Not alone?), which gives way to curiosity (e.g., How is it we can interact? Where are you from?), which gives way to restless enthusiasm (e.g., Our words are linked, but how?).

I WILL FORGET THIS FEELING SOMEDAY, at least the first 68% of it, is an excellent journey toward the precipice of low sci-fi, with a hint of philosophical rumination. Kaya and Chika's realms are bound; events occur in both worlds but wield asymmetrical reciprocity (e.g., seasonal weather occurs simultaneously yet unevenly; an injured pet in one world could equate to an injured person in another; a destroyed building in one world could equate to a broken window in another). Kaya and Chika's curiosity about one another, as well as one another's worlds, alleviates Kaya's boredom and stirs Chika's sincerity.

How does one learn about another world or realm when one cannot interact with that realm or its occupants? Why don't the reciprocal actions linking these realms line up? Why is Kaya the only one who can sort-of see, hear, and touch this otherworldly person? All good questions. All unanswerable. For a young man who regularly sees through the vanities his world offers, the possibility that he's not worthy of learning the truth of a universe beyond his tiny town in the sticks may prove interminably devastating.

All Kaya has for a guide is a floating pair of eyes and a patient, raspy voice. As such, the young man grows increasingly desperate for answers, occasionally pressing for violence and criminal behavior to validate his frustrations. Kaya wants to know Chika, wants to know more about her world; he also wants to protect her, his bond with her, and his perception of his bond with her, no matter the cost.

Chika is bright, affable, and inquisitive. But she is also painfully naïve. I WILL FORGET THIS FEELING SOMEDAY doesn't give her much depth beyond the role of a sounding board, a mirror for all of Kaya's basest inclinations, but the young woman serves up a meaningful warning when she says: "It might be impossible to avoid hurting others when you've really put your heart behind something, but if you go around intentionally causing people harm, someday you're going to end up hurting the things that you treasure, the beliefs you're trying to protect" (page 234).

Kaya may have convinced himself that he has fallen in love with a person he cannot see and whose personal life he has trouble visualizing. Kaya may also have convinced himself he can artfully sidestep the "mistake" of believing himself special in lieu of merely being fortunate. But "human relationships were built on the knowledge that one day, whether it's tomorrow or decades from now, one [is] always destined to betray the other" (page 97), and it would appear vicious stoics are no exception to this rule.

I WILL FORGET THIS FEELING SOMEDAY takes place primarily in the protagonist's dull high-school years. Kaya makes friends, loses friends, alienates family members, breaks the law, and more. The young man's fascination with forming a bond with an otherworlder drives him constantly. But what happens if Chika leaves? What if Chika gets injured or harmed? What if Kaya proves too foolish to manage a romance that he himself refuses to name?

The latter 32% of the book muddles any sensible answer to these questions. Following a handful of time-skips, the author takes readers on into the life of a thirtysomething office worker who clings to a semblance of past emotions to survive each day.

As a child, Kaya Suzuki was not wrong when he spied the prickly gamesmanship and messy ennui that colored most people's mediocre lives. As an adult, some of that sharpness has been rubbed down and chipped away. And it isn't until Kaya-the-adult runs into an old acquaintance that his simple, selfish quest to be forgiven (and to forgive himself) can be remotely attended to.

For readers familiar with Sumino's previous works, this novel carries the emotional truculence of I Want to Eat Your Pancreas and At Night, I Become a Monster, with flashes of the Third Act of I Am Blue, in Pain, and Fragile. To clarify, topics of suicide, the irrelevance of youth, the death of kindness, and the ironic insolence of being pragmatic carry this novel's thematic weight from start to finish. Understanding other people is impossible, and the fragments of truth one gains by experiencing the greatest moments of one's life are often rendered obsolete the instant that wind of fascination blows by. Contentment is an illusion.

I WILL FORGET THIS FEELING SOMEDAY is not about daring to doubt that love can exist; this book is about steeling oneself for the painful reality that emerges when one dares to doubt the concept of love at all.

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#review #light novel #yoru sumino #i will forget this feeling someday #ya fiction #ya scifi #ya romance #discontented youth #teen romance #seven seas entertainment #kaya suzuki #sanae sunou #the beliefs you try to protect #give way to wild panic #goodreads #3 of 5 stars

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timdrakeslawyer · 11 months

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my guilty pleasure is seeing bruce call tim his son, especially to his face! my fav father & son duo ;(

#dc comics #tim drake #robin #red robin #batman #dc #dc robin #dc batman #bruce wayne #like yes sir don’t you ever forget that tim is ur son #@ all those fics where tim feels like an extra puzzle piece in the family #need everyone to remember when bruce said tim is smarter than him n they might end up working for him someday instead #that’s a proud dad right there #i love them so much

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snugglebunnies · 6 months

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WHEN WILL IT BECOME COMMON KNOWLEDGE THAT LUIGI HAS A CANONICAL GAY LOVER!

WHEN! WHEN!

WHEN.

#superstar saga #mario #luigi #prince peasley #stolen from my own twitter #but #this is the vibe right now #bcus i feel like bowuigi got popular because of the mario movie #so #it just takes public knowledge #someday #someday...#caps #this doesn't account for also #peasley winking at luigi while attempting to catch him #toadsworth and lady lima being confirmed to have potentially had a romantic subplot in the past #and luigi and peasley very CLEARLY paralleling them in the final scene with their attempted hug #the 4koma manga #peasleys nicknames for luigi #peasley forgetting marios name and making sure to remember luigis #luigi being specifically chosen to do a solo mission to rescue prince peaslsey #luigi breaking down into tears when peasley puts himself in harms way #and MORE!#PEOPLE DO NOT KNOW WHAT THEY BE MISSING #btw the german translates to "he may be foolish #and the spanish says “look at what you're capable of. you're delicious--”#i am ANYTHING but normal about peasley and luigi

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dewhander · 11 months

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there’s something wrong with me…i keep designing linking charms…

#this ones for my cousin LOL #its not gonna arrive in time for my next visit to them but maybe someday!#…but if you’d like one for yourself. click the link & smash that subscribe button and dont forget to hit the bell #…now that tumblr has the bell as well the joke doesnt feel the same it just feels sinister now #i hate social media…#timkon #dc fanart #dc comics #tim drake #kon el

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justheblueberry · 3 months

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forget me not

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comfortfrogblog · 9 months

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“everyone is capable of experiencing goodness and joy. not me th-“ *EXTREMELY LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER*

#OH BUT YOU ARE!!!!! YOU ARE!!! i literally prommy #i do NOT prommy if i dont mean it👍#it fluctuates and it wont always be there bc thats how life and adversity is but it’s THERE!!!#it’s there in the cracks and crevices of your silly little life #it’s in the girl at the mall who looked you in the eyes and smiled #it’s in the baby that stares at you like you hold all the warmth and love in the universe #it’s in the tiny victories like ‘i drank water today’ ‘i woke up today’ ‘i was okay with myself today’#it’s in the laughter experienced by people around you even if you dont feel like you can participate where you’re at #it’s in your favorite songs and your favorite color and your favorite food and your favorite animal and your favorite blanket and #and it’s in your favorite hobby your favorite outfit your favorite type of bug your favorite tree #and it’s in that safe place you have whether that is the corner of your room or your bed or the bathroom or your floor or wherever it is #the goodness sits there and it sinks in and it doesn’t go away even when you forget it’s there because of all the bad things overshadowing i #it #the goodness sinks its claws into you and sometimes you cannot help but be in awe #maybe you do not feel it right now #but it is there #and i promise that someday you will find it wherever it is resting #cathy says words #comfort #important

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just barely started my reread but. i think one of simultaneously both the most interesting and devastating aspects of rize, whose entire character is about her stolen autonomy, is that we never really get to know her outside of other characters perceptions of her. we know her through kaneki's brief meeting with her and his once hallucinated version of her, through furuta's idealized memories of her in the garden and the twisted perception he has of her now, through tsukiyamas run-ins with her, briefly through shachi's ideas he got of her as she was growing up, but we still rarely get to hear from her. and despite this, she's still overwhelmingly present in the narrative, though more as a concept than anything. we do briefly get that scene in re where she talks to kaneki about the garden, but it still cycles back around to what he has to accomplish going forward. a lot of the information we know about her comes from the people fighting so hard to control her and take the autonomy her entire arc is about in the first place. just something i've been thinking about. how we know rize is so overwhelmingly present in the narrative but the people who she's tried to escape from her entire life are primarily who we've learnt about her from.

#i know i'm forgetting a ton of characters in that list but this was just who came to mind #rize my dearly beloved #rize spending her arc living out insane body horror #i also have a lot to say about furuta and how his feelings for her corrupted over time #and the way his love for her corrupted over time #whether he ever actually loved her or just the notion he had of her in his head #etc but i'll talk about that in another post someday #tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul re #tokyo ghoul manga #rize kamishiro #ken kaneki #furuta nimura #not tagging the rest of the characters bc they're just briefly mentioned #anyway

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melien · 4 months

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𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝑾𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑾𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒆'𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓

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#sims #ts3 #sims 3 #photoshoots #character verse #emmelie hyun #taylor astra #so I reblogged that song prompt thing but decided I won't do it in order but instead just take vague inspiration from it #and this is how I came up with a lot of song edit ideas #this is supposed to represent the time when emmelie tries to erase taylor's memory and send her back to her world #but she remembers everything #and emmelie can't forget her either #there's a whole backstory to it which can be summed up by emmelie accidentally messing up things and contributing to her dad's disappearanc #when she went against the time rules to travel to the past to see her ex #and this is an additional layer to why she's afraid to fall in love and feels really guilty #also in the current version of this story taymelie are kind of the main focus #with also possible lydia/jin spotlight #milo and irene are just in the back chilling #maybe I'll write it someday and it won't be as cringe as the 2020 version lol #I was planning to do it in the future gen of the new fletcher chronicles but there's a loooooong way to go

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Ooh, 42 for the Spotify Wrapped fic? :D

i have been unspeakably excited about this one, just because the song is so tooth-rottingly sweet!!! so here, have vignettes of a happy dreamling's life. i wanted to write more but i'm so sleepy and i'm afraid it's getting way too long as it is.

"Dream," came Hob's voice, deep and drowsy with sleep, "I can feel you, you know."

Dream didn't have much to do when Hob went to sleep. But Hob complained every time Dream tried to get out of bed to do something else, saying it was much easier to sleep with him around. So Dream stayed. And it's not as if he didn't want to stay beside him either.

Most times, Dream let his physical form stay in the Waking, while he took care of business in the Dreaming from within. Sometimes, if time allowed, he visited Hob in his dreams.

But rarely, when there was no business in the Dreaming, and when he could leave Hob alone in it, Dream allowed himself the pleasure of mapping out his lover's face.

He would trace over every curve and every line: from his aquiline nose, to his crow's feet, from his M-shaped hairline, to the silver strands at his temples, from his cupid's bow, to his cleft chin. Dream's favorite time to do this was dawn, when he could watch the sunlight cast dancing shadows on Hob's face, as if they were celebrating him, too.

Usually, he was careful to keep his touch light so as not to wake Hob, but he must have gotten carried away this time.

"My apologies, my love," said Dream, letting his wandering hand settle on the sheets. "I have awoken you. I can put you back to sleep, if you wish."

Hob opened his eyes. There were crusts of dream sand in them. "That's quite alright, darling," he said, yawning and stretching.

As much as Dream liked watching him sleep, he was a wonder to watch awake, as well. Hob would usually stretch until every bone in his body popped and every muscle woke up. Then he would go to the bathroom for a few minutes, then go to fix the both of them some breakfast. He would usually ask what Dream has been up to, or telling Dream about his upcoming day.

But not today, it seemed like.

"What were you doing, anyway?" Hob asked, rubbing the sand out of his eyes. "Counting my white hair or something?"

"Perhaps," Dream said. He knew exactly how many there were. And it was interesting to think how they would be frozen at that number until Hob chose otherwise.

"That was meant to be a joke," Hob said, now fully awake. He was smiling at Dream.

Dream doesn't think he could ever grow tired of seeing Hob smile.

"Alright then, prove it," Hob reached over and tapped Dream quickly on the nose, "how many white hairs do I have?"

"Two thousand, eight hundred and sixty-one," Dream said.

Hob started chuckling, which grew into a full-bodied laugh. It shook the bed beneath them. Dream was certain they could hear him downstairs in the New Inn.

"Are you quite done?" asked Dream, who, to his own surprise, felt a bit embarrassed.

Hob wiped a tear from his eye. "Oh, my love, darling, sweetheart," he said, a bit breathless, holding the side of Dream's face, "I am so lucky to have you."

Then Hob kissed him, washing away any shame, and something inside Dream swelled full, threatening to burst.

No, Dream thought, as he reveled in Hob's freely-given and abundant love, I am the one fortunate to have you.

"Can you not have this delivered to your home?" Dream asked.

They were at the supermarket, restocking on food and various items that Hob apparently needed.

"Yes, but I like seeing the produce myself. Can never trust them for that," muttered Hob, who was in the middle of picking between two packs of tomatoes that looked entirely similar to Dream.

"I would rather we spent our time wiser," Dream said, putting his hand on Hob's back, trailing it down, "on more important, more pleasurable things."

"Dream," Hob yelped. "Careful, love, we don't know which old lady we'll scar this time."

So Dream put his hand on the small of Hob's back instead, and tried to not look too disappointed.

Hob kissed him on the forehead. "We have all the time in the world. And you could always help me pick out the vegetables. Can't you see which has tiny worms in them or something?"

Dream rolled his eyes. "This is beneath my office."

Hob chuckled. "Look at it like this: if you help me, we'll get home faster. If we can get home faster, we can get to bed faster, and I'll do that thing you like with the tongue—"

Dream pointed at the pack in Hob's right hand. "That one is the one you want."

Hob laughed, and tossed the chosen pack of tomatoes into the cart.

"You really couldn't have waited until we got home," Hob said. It was meant to be a question, Dream guessed.

"No," answered Dream.

They were in Hob's car, in the parking lot of the supermarket. While they were putting away the groceries in the backseat, Dream had pushed Hob down, slammed the door behind them, and straddled him. Some of the items had fallen out of their paper bags and onto the car floor.

"Can we at least turn on the car?" Hob asked, his hands settling on Dream's thighs. They felt like hot, hot fire. "It's freezing in here."

Dream smirked down at him. "Not for much longer."

A short laugh came out of Hob, as if he couldn't believe what was happening. "Thank god I got those windows tinted, eh?"

Dream allowed himself a moment to look upon his lover, cheeks flushed, breaths shallow, heart galloping. The yellow fluorescent lights from outside cast soft shadows on his face, and put a warm glint in his eyes.

"Well, Dream?" Hob asked. "You got me. Now what'll you do with me?"

"I thought I was the impatient one," Dream said, smiling into Hob's lips.

"I did not know you played any instruments, Hob Gadling," Dream said.

Hob jumped from his couch, clutching the guitar in his arms. "Christ on a fucking stick," he exclaimed, a hand on his chest.

Dream stepped around the couch and into Hob's view. He couldn't help but surprise Hob; it was entertaining to see which expletive he would come up with each time.

After a breath or two, Hob sat back down, gesturing to the seat beside him. "Darling, I think you're enjoying this a bit too much."

Dream sat beside Hob, putting a hand on his back. "My apologies," he said.

"Yeah, you say that, but you're still smiling," Hob said, giving him a suspicious look.

Dream couldn't help but chuckle. He leaned forward and kissed his lover on the cheek. "I could not resist. Forgive me. Now please," he gestured to the guitar. "I would enjoy listening to you play."

"Changing the subject. You're fond of that, aren't you?" There was no ounce of venom in his voice. Instead, Hob wore a smile, like he was enjoying this, too. "King of Dreams, Ruler of Nightmares, Lord of the Dreaming, would enjoy listening to me play? Are you sure you wouldn't rather scare me to death again?"

"Do not be foolish. You cannot die," Dream said.

"Just like you can't be mature," Hob said. "Remind me, love, how old are you again?"

Dream glared at him. But he suspected its intentions might be curtailed by the smile he couldn't keep off his face.

"Hang on, let me get something," Hob said, rushing off the bed.

Dream propped himself up by his elbows, curious as to what was more important than kissing a very needy, very horny Dream. They haven't seen each other for what must have been more than a month now, what with all the pressing concerns in the Dreaming and Hob's increasing workload in the university.

"Hob," Dream called, not without a tone of threat.

"Be a second, darling," Hob called back. Surely enough, he was back within a few seconds, now with a guitar in his hands.

Hob sat on the edge of the bed, propping up the guitar on his lap. Dream crawled beside him, his interest in Hob's new hobby overpowering his sexual need.

"Been practicing for this," Hob said under his breath. His brows were furrowed in concentration as his fingers formed the proper chords.

"For what?" Dream asked.

Hob smiled at him. "Our anniversary, dearest."

Oh. The constant reminders, the movie Hob let him pick out, the candlelit dinner, the flowers...

And now this.

Hob cleared his throat. He was going to sing. While he played the guitar. For him.

Dream would remember this until the end of time, would remember how the strings bent to Hob's will as he moved from chord to chord, would remember Hob's voice rough and hoarse from countless lectures. Something inside him ached at the memory of his son with his lyre and his voice, and something inside him burst at the sight of Hob with his guitar and his voice.

"Oh, don't cry darling," Hob said, stopping mid-song, thumb wiping away a tear on Dream's cheek.

"I am not," Dream said, as he felt a familiar stinging in his eyes. There was a lump in his throat.

"Oh, sweeting." Hob set aside his guitar, and pulled Dream into his arms. "I didn't mean to make you cry. I thought you would like it."

"I did. I do," said Dream. Against his will, he felt a few more of his tears escape onto Hob's bare shoulder. He tried to concentrate on Hob's heartbeat, on the warmth of Hob's hand on his back, going round and round. "I apologize. I did not mean to ruin your performance, our anniversary."

"No, love. I can do that another time. And as for the anniversary, it isn't ruined at all. Don't be sorry," Hob said. "What matters most is you."

Dream buried his face in Hob's chest. This was foolish. He felt like a child again, crying for an absent father, an unloving mother. Except he wasn't a child, and he was crying for his dead son.

"You know," Hob started, providing Dream a welcome distraction from his thoughts, "Robyn was afraid of thunder and lightning. He would come running from his room into mine and Eleanor's and climb onto our bed. And I would hold him just like this, until he fell asleep. I... I miss him a lot. I still think of him. I carry him with me everyday."

After a quiet while, Dream said, "Thank you." He wasn't sure what it was for. Maybe it was for everything, from their first meeting as strangers centuries ago until now, as lovers. It might as well be.

"You're most welcome, my heart. Anytime."

Is it time? Dream had felt something inside him exploding like a dying star for the longest time. He had been pondering this for what seemed like an eternity, but it seemed like now was a good time as any other.

Dream held a velvet box in his hand that he had procured from a jeweler's dream, a few minutes before Hob woke. He had been keeping an eye on this one for a couple of years now.

"Hob Gadling," he started. "I have been careful in letting you set the pace. In the past, I have been... too eager with my lovers. Too insistent. You know not the strength I have had to muster to keep myself from asking this question."

"Dream," Hob breathed. For a moment, Dream was afraid Hob would ask him to stop, but it seemed like there was nothing but adoration in his lover's eyes.

"You said once that you were lucky to have me," Dream recalled. "However, I think it is I who is fortunate to have you, to be loved by you, to be cherished by you. With all my shortcomings, my temper, my childishness, I do not think it was easy. And so, if you would bestow upon me the honor, would you be my husband, for all eternity, with all that would entail?"

"Oh, Dream," Hob said, laughing a wet laugh. Tears were welling up in his eyes. They glittered like jewels in the dawn light; they put the ring in his box to shame. Then, Hob nodded, wordless. He held out his hand to Dream.

As he slipped the ring—ruby, gold, and a perfect fit—on Hob's finger, Dream felt close to tears, as well.

"'Til Death do us part," Hob said, kissing the corner of Dream's mouth.

Dream smiled. "You will be glad to know that she wishes to be my maid of honor."

#thank you for waiting ash!!! <3 much love for sending in the ask #i FUkcing love. sickeningly sweet dreamling. i love them. GODDD. wish i could write them forever. no suffering. just love.#dreamling #sandman #*my fic #*#an-asuryampasya #'perhaps.' makes a comeback #and with that all the asks are gone... feel free to send more!#idk i might turn this into a more complete fic Someday(tm)#or i might just fuck around. idk! ~anything can happen~#edit: THE PERILS OF PUBLISHING WHEN UR SLEEPY YOU FORGET A LOT OF THINGS. LIKE PUTTING DREAM'S DIALOGUE IN BOLDFACE. god what other things.

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ach-sss-no · 2 months

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Finally!

I don't have to ever watch a movie ever again!

(Negativity warning: I mentioned the other movies by comparison in this post, & I'm still mad at those movies. You know how sometimes your feelings on something change after watching it? Well, I'm only getting angrier. Hooray!)

#I'll make a masterpost of all the liveblogs when I feel like it #as a reminder I have anonymous comments open on these posts #but they are screened by default because I don't want to wake up to a flood of bots someday #I always forget that replying to a comment doesn't unscreen it. So please lmk if your comment is screened after I've replied #that is a mistake #Source: I just unscreened a bunch of things on a month-old post that I missed #if i can't get into a good habit of unscreening things i may one day just disable the filter and let the bots pour in

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multifandommenace · 3 months

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The Jaeger faces collection

As a joke to use as reaction memes in chats with my friends I started collecting screenshots of the Jaegerkin being... well kind of skrunkly/uncanny/little bit weird/Jaegers.

More beneath the cut. Lots more. I have a problem. I collect more on each reread and it's fun. (sorry for bad quality on them, some are just background weirdness)

Lot's of Dimo and Oggie in here. Something about how their faces scrunch + screentime bias

#girl genius #jagermonster #please feel free to add more I want all the Jaegerfaces #I'll collect them like pokemon cards #save them on a thumb drive #and confuse the hell out of myself someday when I forget it

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shivunin · 3 months

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Songfic Tag Game

Rules: Pick a song to accompany each of your fics or as many as you like. This might be the fic's inspiration or just pure vibes that you'd like to share with readers. Tag as many people as fics you feature (or do as you please!)

Thank you for the tag @greypetrel!! You know I'm a sucker for anything music-related 💗

Lol well I sure have more fics than I remember, so I'll do them until I'm ready to go back to writing/editing the oc kiss things c:

Tagging back @idolsgf @nightwardenminthara @inquisimer @dreadfutures @bitchesofostwick @vakarians-babe @jtownnn @ndostairlyrium @dungeons-and-dragon-age @star--nymph @zenstrike

Your Fate For Mine: (Elowen decides to sacrifice herself instead of allowing Hawke or Stroud die in the Fade; her friends try to find and bring her back) Anywhere On This Road by Lhasa De Sela

Wander the Drifting Roads: (After a horrible accident, Emmaera loses her Commander and lover in one stroke of a knife. Separated, the two of them must relearn who they are and where their paths lead) Mausoleum by Rafferty or Remember Us by Gabriel Royal or Flowers from Hadestown

Between Strokes of Night: (Hawke and Fenris's first night after deciding to be together again) Awake at Night by half alive

Saccharine: (Arianwen gives in to emotion for the first time in her life and takes Zevran to bed) Saccharine by Jazmin Bean or Kiss Me You Animal by Burn the Ballroom

To the Bone: (Soulmate AU! The last person Salshira intends to seek out is the one on the other side of the flame brand at her jaw. Love is, after all, one of the most dangerous things a person can do. Luck--or fate--drags her to the Inquisition anyway) Die Young by Sylvan Esso or All I've Ever Known from Hadestown

Scattered Stars: (Fenhawke anthology fic--this is where all my Tumblr fics go when they've been edited and expanded upon c:) Right on Time by Brandi Carlile or Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac

Palimpsest: (Fenris's perspective of the events leading up to the romance scene in Act II) That Unwanted Animal by The Amazing Devil or Peregrine by Mako

Tempered: (The Inquisitor learns of a death in the family and tries to manage her grief) Good Grief by Dessa

In Any Life: (Fenris leaves for Tevinter; he and Hawke try to write to each other, but their letters have gone astray) Siuil a Ruin by Anuna or Francesca by Hozier

The Scourge of Sundermount: (A monster lives in the mountains outside of Kirkwall. What fate is there for a monster but a knight with a blade sent to kill it?) Leviathan, the Girl by Phemiec or The Killing Moon by Echo & The Bunnymen or Strangelove by Black Math

Misericordia: (An elaboration on the scene where Cullen explains lyrium addiction to the Inquisitor) The Myth by San Fermin or Nothing Fades Like the Light by Orville Peck

As Two Reflected Stars: (Hawke and Fenris's developing relationship, as traced by the healing of wounds) I Know You Know by Charming Disaster or Arms by San Fermin or Anybody Else by The Ballroom Thieves

Book of Memories: (Sequel of sorts to Wander; moments in Emma and Cullen's relationships, each carefully noted in a single book for later reference) You and Me On the Rock by Brandi Carlile or Photograph by Cody Fry

Sleight of Hand: (Hawke is a stage magician. She's asked very few questions about her surly assistant, which has worked just fine for both of them--until his past comes calling) Enchante by Dirt Poor Robins or The Magic by Lola Blanc

#arja i almost tagged you again three times because i kept forgetting where this came from lol #tag game #music #honestly. these games make me enjoy my own writing again #music has a way of bringing you back to the mindset you were in when you wrote something #and it feels good to dig back through my old playlists again #there are some really cool ideas in here. actually.#and i had fun writing them c:#and dammit i'm going to commission maria in her magician outfit someday because i love that au #thanks for the tag hun <3

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