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lalunameli · 4 months

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Translation: Lunatic Heroes Column Card

These are my photos of the Lunatic Heroes Column Card. I literally bought this just so I could translate it 🥰

Yuri Petrov ユーリ・ペトロフ

(市内こども新聞内のコーナー「働く人たち」より抜粋）

Excerpt from the column "Working People" from the children's newspaper in the city

質問①裁判官・兼・ヒーロー管理官ってどういうお仕事なんですか？

Question 1. What kind of job is a Hero Administrator?

はじめまして。ユーリ・ペトロフと申します。私の職業を聞いても、理解出来ない子供たちも多くいることでしょう。裁判官とは、司法権を行使し裁判を行うのがお仕事です。もうひとつのヒーロー管理官とは、文字通り、ヒーローの管理をするお仕事になります。具体的には、事件や事故の現場から出動要請を受け、本当にヒーローの出動が必要かどうかを見極めたり、ヒーローが出動した際に起こした諸問題に対処したり、ヒーローに関する様々な決定を下しています。私が、間違った判断を下したり、判断するタイミングが遅れてしまうと、事件や災害の被害はどんどん大きくなり、被害者も増えていくので、実に重要な役目だと思っています。

Nice to meet you. My name is Yuri Petrov. Even if you ask me about my profession, there will be many children who won't understand. A judge's job is to exercise judicial power by holding a trial. And the Hero Administrator is literally the job of managing heroes. Specifically, we receive a dispatch request from the scene of the incident or accident, and determine whether a hero really needs to be sent, deal with various problems caused when the hero is dispatched, and make decisions about the hero. If I make a wrong decision or if the timing of the decision is delayed, the damage of incidents and disasters will increase more and more, as well as the number of victims, so I think it is a very important role.

質問②僕もヒーロー管理官になりたいのですがどうしたらなれますか？

Question 2. I also want to be a Hero Administrator, how do I become one?

司法局に勤める人間にしか与えられない職務ですので、まずは司法局に入局してください。その為には、司法試験に合格し裁判官になる資格を得なくてはなりません。その為には、学校の勉強を頑張ることが一番の近道ではないでしょうか。

It is a job that can only be given to people who work in the Justice Bureau, so you would need to join the Justice Bureau first. In order to do that, you have to pass the bar exam and be qualified to become a judge. And in order to do that, isn't the best way to work hard at school?

質問③ヒーローと仲良しなんですか？

Question 3. Are you friends with the heroes?

仲良しではありません。個人的な連絡先の交換等、立場上禁止されていますので、プライヴェートでの交際も一切ありません。

No, we're not friends. It is prohibited due to the exchange of personal contact information, so we have no private relationships at all.

質問④誰と仲がいいんですか？

Question 4. Who are you close with?

ですから、誰とも仲良しではありません。個人的な感情を持つことは、一瞬の判断を誤らせることに繋がりかねませんので。

Consequently, I'm not good friends with anyone. Having personal feelings can lead to a momentary lapse in judgement.

質問⑤お仕事をする時に一番大切なことは何ですか？

Question 5. What is the most important thing needed to do your job?

このお仕事に必要なことは、冷静な判断力と瞬時の決断力です。

What you need for this job is calm judgement and split second decisiveness.

質問⑥お仕事のために努力していることはありますか？

Question 6. Is there anything that gives you an advantage to work harder?

難しい質問ですね。あえて何かをあげるとするならば、一瞬の判断を誤らない為に、コーヒーにたっぷりとシロップを入れることです。こうすることで頭の回転が良くなり、正しい判断がくだせるのではないかと。ブドウ糖を摂取することで脳が活性化することは、科学的に証明されています。糖といっても色々な種類がありますが、脳のエネルギー源になるのは、ブドウ糖以外にありません。因みに、ブドウ糖は決してブドウの形をしている訳ではありません。たまに勘違いされる方もおられますが、ブドウ球菌という菌は顕微鏡で見ると萄の房みたいな固まりになっているだけです。お間違い無く。

That's a difficult question. If you dare try something, put plenty of syrup in your coffee so as not to make a mistake in momentary decisions. By doing this, you will be able to improve your thinking and make the right judgement calls. It has been scientifically proven that the brain is activated by ingesting glucose. There are various types of sugar, but there is no other source of energy for the brain other than glucose. By the way, sources of glucose like grape sugar are never in the shape of a grape.

Without a doubt, sometimes people misunderstand because the bacteria called staphylococcus is a mass like a bunch of grapes when viewed under a microscope.

(TN: I added the mention of grape sugar because the actual word used is ブドウ糖 which can translate to grape sugar or glucose. It's clear it's a pun on words because staphylococcus is written as ブドウ球菌, with ブドウ (grape) being the commonality. So even though Yuri is educating the kids on glucose, I added grape syrup to keep the pun intact, even though they are the same word).

質問⑦お仕事がんばってください。

Question 7. Good luck with your work.

質問ではないのですね。ありがとう。精一杯力を尽くします、市民の平和の為に

This is not a question, is it? Thank you. I will do my best, for the peace of the citizens.

・・・・・そして、正義のために・・・・・。

And for justice.

Here are scans of the Lunatic Hero Column Card provided by @tnbscans

Bonus Translation:

From Hero TV Fan Vol. 1 Episode 13, this little blurb:

Scan courtesy of @tnbscans

Check!! 見つめる者

Check!! A staring person

ユーリ（ルナティック）にとってヒーローたちの正義感は相容れないもの。

しかし、ウロボロスのような外道の行いはそれ以上に許しがたいもの。だからこそ、ヒーローたちがこのように苦戦していることに納得が行かず、忌々しい表情で戦いの様子を見ている

For Yuri (Lunatic), the heroes' sense of justice is incompatible with his own.

However, the behaviour of outsiders like Ouroboros is even more unforgivable. This is why he's not convinced that the heroes are struggling like this, and watches the battle with an annoyed expression (on his face).

#my translations #tiger & bunny merch #lunatic tiger & bunny #yuri petrov #ルナティック #ユーリペトロフ #ユーリ・ペトロフ #管理官殿 #管理官 #タイバニ #tiger & bunny #heroes column card #hero tv fan volume 1 #hero tv fan

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mariocki · 9 months

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A young Christopher Lee guest stars as dastardly Larry Spence - a rising star in the world of journalism, turned blackmailer and then murderer - in The Vise: The Final Column (1.16, ABC, 1955); the episode wasn't seen in the UK until 1963, as part of ITV drama anthology Tension

#fave spotting #christopher lee #the vise #tension #1955 #the final column #for more information on the complicated origins of The Vise (a US production entirely made in the UK) see my prev fave spotting post for #Jacqueline Hill's appearance on the series #Lee was hardly a newcomer when he made this ep; he'd been acting professionally since being demobbed a couple of years after ww2 and #was something of a stock player in british cinemas‚ usually in minor bit parts as caddish gentlemen or authority figures and military men #one of his first really significant roles would be later in '55 as a submarine commander in The Cockleshell Heroes #he was also making semi regular appearances on tv in small guest spots‚ albeit sometimes uncredited (as in ITV's The Adventures of the #Scarlet Pimpernel also around this time). a jobbing actor‚ basically‚ and not yet the cinematic icon he would begin (that journey starting #at the end of the decade and the beginning of his association with Hammer studios and horror immortality). he's very good here tho #host and narrator Ron Randell even describes him near the start of the ep as (something like) 'young‚ handsome‚ but sinister' which #may as well have been printed on business cards for the kind of work Lee would find himself doing for the next decade or so #yes he's a real rotter‚ a strangler of ladies and a blackmailer of tycoons‚ and in true Vise fashion he gets his just desserts and the mora #status quo is maintained (this is a very moral series and takes pains to inform us via Randell exactly what kind of punishment the villains #received after the events depicted)#Lee made two more Vise episodes but as Network (rip beloved) seemingly took a random approach to which episodes to include in their #first volume of the series (and obviously as it turned out only volume) i have no idea if either of those are on the set #one can hope! and i do bc it's lovely seeing him so young but with such a meaty role

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rcrisdraws · 2 years

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More horses for the card series!

[ID: A set of four illustrations featuring horses as follows: first one is of a grey horse with very long flowy mane whisked up by wind overlooking a steamy cauldron out of which two golden birds made out of smoke fly out. The background is blue and various colorful particles float about.

Second is a black Frisian horse jumping down a discharge of lightning. The background is a mass of stormy clouds in shades of grey, blue and purple and there are droplets on the edges of picture the way they would appear on a window during rain.

Third is of an old bay warrior horse still dressed in armor as he overlooks the fallen head of a statue depicting a hero of myth. It is midday; there are fluffy clouds and pieces of other ruins in the background.

And last is of a robust white stallion with long mane whisked up towards the sky as he jumps around on a lush, green hill where further in the background there's ruins of stone columns.]

#fantasy #Illustration #horses #lightning

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idesofrevolution · 2 years

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Beach Bum

"SOLD! For eight thousand five hundred to number 29, thank you so much ma'am, please see our associate afterward for your banking information." The auction hall was buzzing. It was all over the news: locker 482 having it's lock busted and the heavy iron door rolled up to reveal the long lost estate of the old school pro-surfer Ronnie "Riptide" Darensbourg. Ventura's very own legend from the 70's, Ronnie Riptide was a local hero who'd passed away in 1991. In fact, he'd been the hero for Francis Cragg since childhood.

To Francis, the heartthrob represented everthing he wanted to be as a teenager in 1977: laid back, efforlessly cool, athletic, flirtatious, sexy... and notoriously "open minded" in the bedroom. To be queer back in the day was quite the scandal that was reserved only for the Hollywood stars and not for the everyday person. Under this strict social law, Francis couldn't look at another guy, couldn't even be suspected of being gay- but he could live vicariously through Ronnie. All the gossip columns, all the magazines, the exposees... through Ronnie's insane stories, Francis felt as if he were the one with the outrageous, ostentatious life. Now 62 years old, the repressed man eagerly sat in the ornate auction hall, eagerly hoping to snag even a small piece of memorabilia. On his phone, the smiling image of Ronnie himself beams from his wallpaper.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, we have lot 35: a vintage 1980's Canvas Duffle Bag Tote. Cylinder shape. Bright abstract southwestern style pattern in red, orange, purple, turquoise, yellow, and green. End has graphic of a surfboard and words 'Laissez les bon temps rouler.' We will start the bid at $300." Francis raised his paddle, immediately recognizing the bag from the old Maxim articles in 1982. With a low starting bid at $300, he couldn't pass up the opportunity. The bid was quickly followed up with their paddles. $500... $1000... $1500... $1750... Francis opened up his wallet, devoid of cash, and holding about six maxed out credit cards. The last hope: his American Express, which was just $5000 shy of his limit. He felt compelled, required to get this small piece of his idol. Holding his breath, Francis thew up his paddle: all in at $5000.

"Five thousand on number 13, five thousand going once..." The crowd grew quiet, only whispers and murmurs breaking through the silence. "Going twice... SOLD! For five thousand to number 13. Please see our associate with your banking information." Francis immediately stood up and rushed to the back of the room, glibly handing over the very last of his funds to the smiling woman behind the counter, blissfully unaware of the middle aged man's complete economic collapse.

"Is it alright if I take the bag now? No need for delivery." The woman nodded with her wide grin, grabbing the arm strap of the bag and handing it over to him. The moment his fingertips touched the old fabric strap, he felt his breath rush out of his lungs; the electric sting of being starstruck. The bag draped naturally over his shoulder, just like it did on Ronnie all those years ago. Beaming from ear to ear, he strolled out the door back to his car, unaware of the gentle squirming within the zipped bag.

The drive home took merely minutes, as he stayed at the Beachcomber Motel overlooking the rolling waves of Ventura Beach. He slammed the door of his old jalopy, waving at the invalid Ms. Parthay mindlessly staring from behind her dusty window. He walked into the room, so used to the smell of mildew and mold that it no longer made his eyes water the way it used to. But in this one singular moment, the depressing everyday life of Francis Tate melted away. He let the bag droop down onto the ratty old bedspread as he eagerly examined every inch of it. The weathered old canvas bag with it's faded Aztec woven pattern, once extremely in vogue, now sat riddled in frayed holes in an unfortunate derlict state. But to Francis, it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Just as he was raising his fingers to unzip the bag, it jolted sharply to the left.

Francis jumped backward, taken off guard. Surely it couldn't be a rat or mouse- the Auction House would never let someone spend thousands of dollars on a rat-infested item... right? The raging thought of some rodent knawing on his prized possession overtook whatever common sense he held, and with a single stroke of his hand he unzipped the bag. No movement. Nothing jumping out. No squeaking. Yet, an unmistakeable smell began to waft out of the open bag: a mix of age old air and sweaty rubber. Peering down into the dark confines, his jaw dropped open. Underneath an old barbasol can and broken plastic water bottle was the famous competition wetsuit itself. His breath labored and his pupils dilated, he gently pinched the rubbery shoulder of the neoprene suit and pulled upward, the sheer size of the thing shocking him to his core. Perhaps the Auction house did not actually thoroughly inspect their items after all.

He pulled the suit close to his face, intensely inspecting every inch of it for rubber rot, as the piece hadn't been used since the 80's. To his delight, the suit was entirely intact, the fabric stretching effortlessly without so much as a single crease. What it did have, however was a stench. Extremely salty and sour, clearly marinating in Ronnie's sweat and skin oils for decades, leaving the odor permanently imprinted within it. Bringing the rubber suit to his face, he pressed it against his nose and inhaled. This was as close as he'd ever been to his idol, the guy who had been an every day fantasy in his dreams. Wrapped in his scent, feeling the slick rubber material between his fingers, it was his life long dream. In his mind, he could feel the rise and fall of Ronnie's chest pushed against his, his lean, muscled arms wrapping around him, the scrunching and squeaking of his wetsuit as he moves...

In reality, his eyes tightly closed shut as his nose pressed against the suit, Francis couldn't see the zipper slowly slide downward and the arms wrap around his shoulders. He couldn't feel his clothes slowly unbutton themselves before it was too late, and they were forcibly ripped from his body by unseen hands. All he could do is gasp loudly as the suit flew backwards with impressive speed, pressing him firmly against the wall as the sleeves quickly slipped onto his arms. Just before he could muster out so much as a whimper, his left hand clasped over his mouth. Muffled and gagged, he could do nothing as his right hand helped stretch the musky suit down and over his legs. Behind him, the suit zipped itself up quickly, compressing Francis tightly within it's rubbery confines.

"Mmmmmmph... Mmmmmmmmsh..." He struggled against his own body betraying his every movement, controlled by some ethereal presence as if a puppet on a string. The smell was growing stronger and stronger, amplified by the spiking body heat and sweat that began to seep into it's fabric. Tighter, tighter, tighter it squeezed Francis as if a corset had been strung tight against his chest until he could barely breathe- and when he could it was filled with the dizzying musk. His gut began to press inward, flattening out with the blasting sound of deflating balloons blowing out of beneath the suit. Barely conscious, he could only look down from behind his pulsating hand's gag to see the liquifing fat start to squirm beneath the shiny black rubber, quickly sloshing into his pecs and broadening shoulders.

All at once, Francis felt the fat within him squish and thrust into his muscles, the suit croaking and groaning as his biceps and triceps began to bulge out and his hands shrink and become lean, soft palms and long fingers. Francis could feel his awareness, the last vestige of control he had within his quickly morphing body, desperately trying to center himself and fight the invasion which was slipping him on like the suit he sported. His bulge started to balloon out, feeling tendrils seep into his elongating cock, his weighty balls, and further slithering down into his quads and calves. His feet cracked and squeaked with pressure as they stretched outward, his toes as long as his ring finger and his arches perfectly bridging his heel with the balls of his feet. He'd lost nearly half his weight and mass, but looking down at his lean, toned, muscular body... He began to recognize just who it belonged to.

"Heheheheh..." A gravelly baritone chuckle rang out within his head, just as his jaw shifted to the left, cracking and sharpening as dark black hairs started to pierce out of his tanning skin. "Almost there, duuuuuuude." The voice was slick as his gleaming suit, yet stained with the aura of stonedness. He felt his jaw crack downward, opening his mouth wide while his lips plumped up and his long tongue snaked outward, a silver ball now piercing it in the center. The sides of his mouth curled into a cheeky grin as his teeth whitened and his moustache filled in. "Fuuuuuuck, bruh. You're a perfect fit for me. Fuckin' bitchin'." Francis's hair burst into a poofy blonde mop, his dark eyebrows falling down, down, down, tooping off his narrowing and increasingly bloodshot eyes. "Ayy, scoot over, dude. Let's let the Riptide take the wheel for a while..." Francis felt pressure within his head, something pushing, pounding against his brain... perhaps it was something deep down within him he'd all but repressed for all these years, or perhaps it was the sheer shock that had overwhelmed him in the moment, but as he felt the slithering present penetrate into his mind and flooding within, he couldn't help but feel satisfied as someone else, his idol, took over. One last crick of the neck, and Ronnie's piercing turquoise eyes now glistened beneath his furrowed brow.

"Awwwwww fuch yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh." Ronnie shot his load in the tight rubber wetsuit, feeling it's warm, sticky texture pressing against his sagging, sweaty balls. Smirking as he saunters over to the mirror, Ronnie gleamed from ear to ear, his perfect million dollar smile nearly sparkling from his new face. He could still feel the body adjusting to having him slip in, merely pinching the skin of his cheek and pulling grotesquely stretched his entire face outward before it snapped back- it'd take a few months before he felt 100% at home in his shared skin. He examined his new face; as if he'd slipped on a mask, once could see the original Riptide beneath it all, but hiding inside a mish mashed amalgamation of his host and his spirit. Unzipping the back of his suit, he pried his upper half free of it, his chiseled pecs and cobbled abs wafting the musky stench that now poured from his pores. He pursed his juicy lips, practicing the smoulder that had bedded a thousand babes and a thousand dudes.

"That's right, baby. Ahah," he gripped his chin between his fingers, admiring every inch of his sexy mug. "I'd fuck me." He laughed and winked in the mirror as he pried the rest of his rubber wetsuit off- he'd get back on the board soon enough. Perhaps he could just enjoy the beginnings of his new life. Snapping his fingers, the suit melted and flowed onto his body: massive, beat up checkerboard Vans, a pair of blue boardshorts, a gold chain and a pair of orange sunglasses now clothed him- just enough to show off to some sexy beach babe, or some hunky surfer dude he could toke and stroke with. "Yeahhhh, that's perfect."

Ronnie strode right out the door of the hotel room, passing by the maid, who stood there dumbfounded. This was not the man who entered the room moments ago... He winked at the perplexed woman, remarking just how familiar that face was under her breath. As the sun set on Ventura Beach, the surfer king sat on the lifeguard tower, smoking a blunt and watching the waves crash down onto the sands. Ventura might have changed, time may have passed, but those rolling waves are just the same as they always were. He smiled, putting his arm behind his head, and sighing in a chill aire. He'd own the town, just like he used to- and the future was bright.

#male possession #surfer transformation #male transformation #wetsuit #rubber #musk #jockification #twunk #original #male tf

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twoidiotwriters1 · 19 days

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: I love writing characters spilling their guts out, couldn't be me 😩✌🏼-Danny Words: 1,962 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'I Love You Too' -by Ezra Bell

XXXVIII: I Go through ✨Character Development✨

"So. You come to claim the scepter."

The boys stand on each side of Ara. Jason raises his voice. "Cupid, where are you?"

The voice laughs, but they can't quite place it. "Where you least expect me. As Love always is." Something tosses Jason away. Nico and Ara stand closer together in alarm. "You've found true love, after all. Or do you still doubt yourself?"

"Go get him," Ara tells Nico urgently.

The boy rushes over to get Jason. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Just sucker punched."

"Oh, did you expect me to play fair? I am the god of love. I am never fair." An arrow misses Nico's backside thanks to Jason's quick reflexes, the boys return to her side, and Ara changes Almighty into a bow."You're not a good archer, Arae." Eros taunts her. "Even Michael couldn't make you better that skill, no matter how hard you desired to impress him."

"Shut up!" Ara's face flushes. "Leave him out of this!"

"You don't get to silence me today." An arrow flies past, piercing a column right next to her face. Ara lifts her bow with shaky hands."You've undermined me enough."

"Is this guy Love or Death?" Jason scowls.

"Ask your friends. Frank, Hazel, and Percy met my counterpart, Thanatos. We are not so different. Except Death is sometimes kinder."

"We just want the scepter!" Nico insists. "We're trying to stop Gaea. Are you on the gods' side or not?"

Another arrow tries to hit Nico again, and he barely manages to dodge it."Love is on every side. And no one's side. Don't ask what Love can do for you."

"Great," Jason grumbles. "Now he's spouting greeting card messages."

He manages to injure Eros, there is ichor on the tiles where the god had stood."Very good, Jason," he sounds a bit strained. "At least you can sense my presence. Even a glancing hit at true love is more than most heroes manage."

"So now I get the scepter?" Jason asks impatiently.

"Unfortunately, you could not wield it. Only a child of the Underworld can summon the dead legions. And only an officer of Rome can lead them."

"But..." Jason hesitates, then quickly pushes it aside. "Just leave that to us. Nico can summon—"

Another arrow passes by striking Nico. It leaves no mark and draws no blood, the arrows aren't meant for that. The boy clutches his arm nonetheless like it's burning him. "Stop! Both of you!" Ara orders to the boys.

"Enough games!" Nico's eyes are wild, for a moment he looks like the ten-year-old he once was. "Show yourself!"

"No!" Ara pleads frantically. "We don't want to fight you—"

She gets kicked out of the circle. "You loathe me, little sister. All you do is oppose me—You think me a monster."

"Does it matter?" Ara grunts, pulling herself up to a crouching position. "I'm in love, aren't I?"

"You hold it like a curse," the god snarls. "Our mother cursed Psyche for her distrust. My poor lover was tormented, forced into exile, given horrible tasks to prove her worth. She was even sent to the Underworld on a quest to show her dedication. She earned her way back to my side, but she suffered greatly. If you face what you fear, you must conquer it."

Lighting hits near her feet and Ara screams. Jason lifts his sword to the sky, and a second later he gets thrown again, and Ara tries to get up to aid him. An arrow pierces her heart front to back and vanishes as quickly as it hits her.

The same burning heat she felt in the Argo II spreads across her chest, as a dark and poisonous-looking stain douses her shirt and fills her with heartwrenching memories. All the regressions she's had since childhood, Leo's playful eyes, crooked grin... Mike's roaring laughter, how his hair smelled, and how soft his hoodie felt on her. The very same hoodie she's kept at the back of her closet and hasn't thrown out or used since he died.

Ara collapses, tearing chunks of grass around her as she tries to pull air into her lungs. "Stop!" Nico watches the stain on her shirt grow and tries to get to her, but Eros drags him back. "Leave her alone!"

"Poor Nico di Angelo," Eros mocks him. "My beloved Psyche risked everything in the name of Love. It was the only way to atone for her lack of faith—the same lack of faith Arae has. And you... what have you risked in my name?"

"I've been to Tartarus and back," Nico growls. "You don't scare me."

"I scare you very, very much. As much as I scare my sister. Face me. Be honest."

Ara tries to get up, but a second arrow strikes her in the gut and vanishes just like the first one. Eros won't let her recover enough to fight him, her shirt is soaked with this obscure liquid she can't identify. It isn't blood, but it pours out at a quick pace burning her skin like acid, she's not dying but it almost feels that way.

Memories of the moment she fell in love with Leo get pulled from under her like a rug, and then Eros forces her to relive her first kiss, and how beautifully Mike behaved then. She'd pretended it hadn't been a big deal, but things changed between them after that night, she was too scared of what it meant and couldn't bring herself to face the truth.

"Give us Diocletian's scepter," Nico steps forward trying to shield her. "We don't have time for games."

"Games?" Eros slaps him and Nico falls over from the sheer force of it. "Love is no game! It is no flowery softness! It is hard work—a quest that never ends. It demands everything from you—especially the truth. Only then does it yield rewards."

"Nico," Jason pants, tossed around by the wind in his attempts to fight Eros. "What does this guy want from you?"

"Tell him, Nico di Angelo. Tell him you are a coward, afraid of yourself and your feelings. Tell him the real reason you ran from Camp Half-Blood, and why you are always alone."

"Stop it!" Ara gathers enough strength to stand. "I yield!" She can't recognize her voice, it's too full of despair. "Leave Nico out of it... You can have me."

"The children of Olympus have always belonged to me," Eros muses, his voice moving past her as quick as his arrows."But you, dear sister... you're just like me. People call me a monster, so what does that make you?"

Her hands are still clutching onto her past, trying to squeeze it out of existence. The one thing keeping her together was deep-rooted self-denial, and Eros wanted her to give it up. The moment she decided to pull her grief out, she would be nothing but an empty shell.

Ara's stomach twists with disgust as she struggles to speak. "Just don't... don't hurt Nico anymore."

She's the kind of person who wants to die undefeated, but she is willing to lose if it means she can right a wrong. This is what Hercules warned her about, Eros is right, all the children of Olympus have suffered through him, they are always bound to kneel before love and let it break them.

Eros sounds almost proud. "Very well. Though be warned, Di Angelo won't be excused forever."

"Enough," Ara takes a deep breath and speaks firmly. "You're right. I blamed you for my actions even when I was old enough to know better. I told those who asked that it was all you, that I was a victim..."

She collapses again, feeling like her insides are melting. Ara coughs a couple of times before continuing.

"I'm not the victim here. I'm not even cursed." Ara feels the tip of Eros's arrow pressing on her ribcage. "I am Leo Valdez's curse. If he keeps me he'll die... and I want to let it happen. And Michael Yew... Michael Yew was my first love. I refused to admit it, and Mike died thinking he had nothing to gain if he fought for his life. But that wasn't your fault, I decided to keep quiet. I'm the one who hurts everyone."

"Love is kind, but only if you care for it." The god's voice softens. "If you neglect it, it rots."

The staff falls at Nico's feet. Ara's hands cover her face and she sobs at last, overwhelmed by guilt. She cries her heart out, tightly holding onto the roots of her hair to exteriorize the pain that burns her gut.

All this time she's forced the world to acknowledge she can do everything while wounding the love it has for her. None of what she's done matters, because she keeps rejecting the things in life that would give them meaning.

"I'm sorry." Today, those words sting more than ever. "I was falling out of control and... Silena always said feeling too much was dangerous. I got scared."

Dark, beautiful, and so powerful it makes her cry like a baby, Eros materializes in front of her. "You misunderstood," he presses a hand to her chest, and Ara gets a high-level empath touch treatment, pulling out the poisoned love so she can breathe better. "Love conquers all, learn from it—only then you add to the legacy of my children of Olympus. Don't fight your emotions, feed them right."

He vanishes, leaving Ara with a warm and fuzzy sensation in her chest. Just a little uncomfortable, as it always is when true love strikes you for the first time.

"Why did you do that?" Weak steps get closer.

"I had to," Ara replies hoarsely.

"He wanted my confession."

"No, Eros thought you'd cave faster," she gazes down at the stain on her shirt, which is probably ruined for good. "We made a deal, and words don't get through to me, I'm a charmspeaker and a matchmaker."

"What's a matchmaker?" Jason approaches from her right.

"Someone who sees soul lights," she mumbles, still not looking at them. "People lit up like Christmas lights when they're near something they love, or thinking about it."

"Piper told me those are a myth," Jason continues. "But... I guess they're not?"

"It means you know what he wanted me to admit," Nico states in a strange voice.

Ara sits upright. "Eros just wanted heartache, Nico. We're full of it, but it was my turn to lose."

Nico kneels in front of her. "Why?" He asks confused and upset. "You could've told him just to hurt me and—"

"I wish I didn't care that I'm nothing next to my brother and you," she looks up at him bitterly, her lower lip quivering. "Because then I'd love you like before. We were good friends once, but I can't stand to have you near me. I'm just a weaker version of what you could be."

Ara uses her sword to steady herself and gets to her feet. Nico looks at her unmoving, an expression of shock on his face, but she doesn't want his compassion, so she looks away. The girl wants to sleep for a week, at last, she thinks she's done enough.

"Ara," Jason inches closer. "This must've taken a lot from you. Thank you."

Her torso stings, and every time she takes a breath her chest tightens as if she's recovering from pneumonia. Ara feels a sharp cramp near her heart and she doubles over. Jason catches her and she has no choice but to let him. Nico looks like he wants to help, but she leans closer to the older boy.

"We have to take her back to the ship—"

"I'll do it," Nico offers promptly. "Shadow travel is faster. We don't know if her heart's okay, the arrow went right through it."

Ara glares at him, but to Nico, she looks as threatening as a wounded doe. "I overexerted myself, that's all. Been a while since I cried this way, but I'm not dying."

"We should be careful anyway, you're body went through a lot," Jason disputes. "Alright Nico, take us to the ship."

Next Chapter –>

Taglist.

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#twoidiots writing #pjo fanfic #leo valdez fanfic #doo #leo valdez x oc #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians

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Prompts

Similar to the November 2022 challenge, many of the prompts in the first two columns are from the National Day Calendar. The third column are songs to inspire.

The fanworks must be posted in February (with late entries accepted through March 7). The works do not have to be posted on the specific day. You want to use the prompt almonds (from the 16th) and post it on February 5, go ahead. Just make sure in the notes or tags to specify the day or the prompt.

As always, if you have any questions, please ask either here or send a message to my main at @lucy-268.

Have fun!

1. Umbrella | Baked Alaska | I'm Still Standing (Elton John)

2. Snow Sculpture | Bubble Gum | Welcome to My Life (Simple Plan)

3. Wear Red | Carrot Cake | Stronger (Kelly Clarkson)

4. Harmony | Homemade Soup | So What (P!nk)

5. Intimate Apparel | Nutella | Believer (Imagine Dragons)

6. Chopsticks | Margarita | About Damn Time (Lizzo)

7. Cards | Fettuccine Alfredo | Miss Me More (Kelsea Ballerini)

8. Counseling | Peanut Butter | House of Memories (Panic! At the Disco)

9. Dream | Bagels | Maybe I'm Amazed (Paul McCartney)

10. Toothache | Brownies | Born This Way (Lady Gaga)

11. Spilled Milk | Peppermint Patty | The Winner Takes it All (Abba)

12. Marriage | Plum Pudding | All of Me (John Legend)

13. Galentine's Day | Cheese | I Will Survive (Gloria Gaynor)

14. Valentine's Day | Chocolates | I Honestly Love You (Olivia Newton John)

15. Canada | Gumdrops | Anti-Hero (Taylor Swift)

16. Grouchy | Almonds | Because You Loved Me (Celine Dion)

17. Anthropology | Cabbage | Stand By Me (Ben E. King)

18. Romance | Seafood | Hanging by a Moment (Lifehouse)

19. Condom | Mints | Lights (Ellie Goulding)

20. Red Sock | Cherry Pie | Happier (Marshmello)

21. Mardi Gras | Sticky Bun | The Middle (Jimmy Eat World)

22. Logic | Sweet Potato | Shape of You (Ed Sheeran)

23. Birthday | Banana Bread | I Will Always Love You (Dolly Parton)

24. Bartender | Tortilla Chip | Hello (Adele)

25. Language | Clam Chowder | In My Life (The Beatles)

26. Fairy Tales | Pistachio | In Your Eyes (Peter Gabriel)

27. Polar Bear | Strawberry | We All Sleep Alone (Cher)

28. Toothfairy | Chocolate Souffle | And So it Goes (Billy Joel)

Guidelines

#choicesfebruary2023 #choices monthly challenge #choices #playchoices

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PoliZ's Stucky'Verse Bingo Round 1 Masterpost (Card 013)

I didn’t get a blackout for this round of the @stuckyversebingo event, but did manage 4 bingos on Card 013 (Columns B & C, Row 5 and Diagonal LtoR). I filled 18 squares with 13 fanworks – including two multi-chapter works that used more than one square – writing 16,856 words towards this bingo.

All Bucky/Steve pairings were romantic, with a mix of ratings. As per the rules, all fics were set in some sort of alternate universe, although the degree of ‘alternate’ varied considerably. See below cut for the list of linked fics with ratings and word count, as well as my finished card.

Huge thanks and kudos to the mods for running this event - hoping to join up for the next round!

A1 - Harem: Newcomer to the Seraglio [Steve/Bucky, Mature, 461 words]

Adoptable - 36: Things Have Changed: When This Issue's Gone [Bucky/Steve, Mature, 1955 words] (replaced A3)

A5 - Haunted Hotel: Love Persevering [Bucky/Steve, Darcy & Bucky, General, 1610 words]

B1 - Beta/Omega relationship: Finding Something Fresh - Chapter 1 [Bucky/Steve, Mature, 409 words]

B2 - Pets: Reluctant Four Footed Heroes [Steve/Bucky, General, 226 words]

B3 - Tied to a Bed: Finding Something Fresh - Chapter 3 [Bucky/Steve, Mature, 1216 words]

B4 - Sugar Daddy: I'll Wait Up For You, Dear [Bucky/Steve, Mature, 385 words]

B5 - Comforting Insecurity: Finding Something Fresh - Chapter 3 [Bucky/Steve, Mature, 1216 words]

Adoptable 39: Celebration Sex: What Happens in San Francisco ... [Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Teen, 309 words] (replaced C1)

C2 - Meet Ugly: Deck the Halls [Bucky/Steve, General, 517 words]

C3 - FREE: Half of the Flesh and Blood That Makes Me Whole - Chapter Two [Bucky/Steve, Teen, 1362 words]

C4 - Masturbation: Technicalities - Chapter 2 [Bucky/Steve, Explicit, 807 words]

C5 - Last Resort: A Close Call [Bucky/Steve, General, 827 words]

D4 - Edging: Technicalities - Chapter 5 [Steve/Bucky, Explicit, 1496 words]

D5 - Trust issues: Finding Something Fresh [Bucky/Steve, Mature, 943 words]

E3 - Semi-Public Sex: Sink or Swim [Bucky/Steve - established relationship, Mature, 298 words]

E4 - Experiment: Technicalities - Chapter 3 [Steve/Bucky, Teen, 1297 words]

Aug Monthly Prompt: Shy Bucky: Technicalities - Chapter Four [Bucky/Steve, Mature, 1232 words] (replaced E5)

#writing stuff #bingo masterpost #stucky'verse bingo #stucky #Steve x Bucky #Bucky x Steve #stuckyverse bingo #Shameless Self Promo

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Going into this fight, they knew there would be tricks. This kind of entity was already known for being manipulative of its hosts, steering them with thoughts of grandeur, fame and other such dreams. However, this one in particular was feeding off a house of god, gaining strength from the enslaved clergy and soaking in the awe and wonder of worshipers and tourists. With a cathedral as its home, no doubt it thought itself a god, since it clearly made the masses treat it as such. Gods, both real and false, were known for divine trickery and holy offerings, so this entity would obviously follow these footsteps. They knew that when the tides of the battle shifted, and this supposed god started losing, that there would be bargaining and promises done to save its hide. However, these offers never came, even as its marbled limbs were broken and its great body of cobbled architecture fell. Perhaps this being was too high and mighty to bargain with such pathetic mortals, even as they shattered its divine form. It would rather perish than drop the veil of holiness and divinity. That is what they though, at least.

However, trickery was still in the cards, and this entity knew just when to play it. The heroes expected to be barraged with offers of power, wealth and fame, but they never would have though that a god would play itself as bait. Crumpled upon the marbled floor, it feigned weakness, and the warriors leapt at the opportunity. When they moved in to finish it off, however, they broke their strategy and formation, giving the entity the opening it desired. Within moments, ivory walls and golden gates slid between the heroes and divided their numbers. The four were separated and alone, trapped within holy prisons. They were seized in its clutches and momentarily weakened by the confusion, so the entity wasted no time in dumping them deeper into its realm. Walls opened into maws and floors expanded into yawning voids, and the heroes were each sent to a personal purgatory within this warped cathedral. While one fell into a labyrinth of rainbow and glass, another found themself in a forest of silver and brass. The endless chamber boasted countless columns, but they were not the regular pillars that appeared in such divine architecture. They were each a bundle of massive pipes, woven together to form a single structure. They were like the parts of a pipe organ, dismantled and rebuilt to create trunks of a metallic, bellowing tree. Slithering across the floor and tangled amongst the great pillars were brass tubes and blaring horns. Instruments that had been straightened of their usual twists and turns, and instead woven into vegetation that adorned this strange land. Though many would admire such a scene for its unique beauty and wondrous composition, the newest arrival refused to fall for such thoughts. This bizarre world was the creation of the entity, and it would no doubt be used to destroy the ones who dared challenge a god. Of what to do in this strange land, they did not know. The columns rose upward into infinity, vanishing into a darkness that hung above. Looking around showed no walls or exits, just more of these metallic trees. The vastness of this land could be heard in the wind, as it howled through the pipes and instruments, creating an ambient noise of wonder and unease. The music of the trees played with each rise and fall of the breeze, but this soft concert meant little to the trapped hero. It held no key to their escape and it did not prove to be a danger...yet. It did not take long for their suspicions to be confirmed, as this land of music was not some gentle prison. What is a forest without beasts? What is a tree without its serpent? Their arrival was heralded by their own song, a droning tune that fell from the heavens. Slithering down from the darkened pillars above they came, flowing on bodies made of physical music. Heads of wood, jaws of silver, their intricate bodies were filled with a primal desire. Intruding into their territory was an offense that demanded death, and like beasts they would serve this justice. Their teeth could carve through marble, their bellowing roars could obliterate brass. Their impossible bodies thrummed with a beat that could reduce a silvery pillar to a twisted stalk of scrap within their coils. They were creations of elegance and beauty, but their savagery would create nothing but destruction and death. Running through this endless forest of song and silver, they must escape these droning serpents lest their haunting calls become a funeral dirge...

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“Droning Serpent”

And an ungodly amount of time later, we have a follow up to my Stained Assassin! Boy I sure do love coming up with concepts that I struggle to execute! Who knows how long the next one is going to take, but for now enjoy my serpent/fish/something pipe organ monster!

#monster #creature #pipe organ #serpent #snake #art #drawing

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pinkjunepeanut · 2 years

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Where’s the Beauty in this Beast?: Chapter 1

Sonic the Werehog in Unleashed gets a bad wrap in the games, and I decided to do it justice; inspired by multiple one-shot fanfics, Sonic undergoes a transformation every night, both physically and mentally.

An adaptation to the game storyline but with a Feral Werehog out to save the world! Small tweaks and stuff to keep readers on their toes, so don't expect a story parallel to the games. We're going all out tonight!

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“S-Sonic!” The rotund man with his infamous large mustache and leathery red coat cowered in fear at the sight before him. Floating ten feet off the ground in a strong aura of confidence was none other than Sonic the Hedgehog, hero of Mobius and Earth, wielder of all seven Chaos Emeralds, and currently, in the form of his ultimate trump card, Super Sonic. The hedgehog’s golden quills flowed free like the wind in the Research Facility, the stale air indoors doing little to tamper with the hero’s purity. Had it not been for the vacuum of space lurking outside the metal walls, Dr. Eggman would have devised an emergency escape route to his next base to fight again (and achieve world domination) another day. But currently being inside a spaceship with no other safe passages to seek refuge through, the great scientist was, in no joking manner, scrambling for a way out. Brought to his knees, he resorted to the only alternative he had… beg for mercy.

“I-I’m sorry! R-really!” He held out a hand, latching onto any speck of sympathy from his foe. “L-look, go easy on me!” The golden hedgehog’s decent only hastened Eggman’s pleas, the latter fumbling over his words as he searched for any way to delay his fate. “I’ll turn over a new leaf, I swear! Just give me another chance!” He last words hung in the air, humiliation and defeat underlying his whining voice. Sonic, on the other hand, merely chuckled.

“Well, this is new. Showing remorse, Eggman?” He opened his hands challengingly and then switched to a joking tone, “If you played nice… I wouldn’t have to break all your toys.” He failed to see his nemesis’ sour frown twitch into a twisted grin and the minuscule remote button in his hands, a mistake he would regret in…

Eggman chuckled under his breath. Three… two… one... “Gotcha!”

“What--” Not given a minute’s notice, Sonic turned to see columns rising from the ground around him as the platform below him began humming to life. He looked over his shoulder and confirmed that exactly eight of these metallic floorboards were blocking his path and caving in like a cage of some sort, the hero trapped in this contraption’s metaphorical hand. And just like a hand, the towering digits were spread scarcely around him, making the crevasses stick out like a sore thumb. Sonic lunged forward to make a break for it but was pulled back to the center with equal force.

No! Rings of chaotic energy sprung to life, igniting the outer rim of the cage’s barrier in a circular form, and striking the hedgehog to hold him fast, the pulses of energy coming in wave after wave. The rings of energy danced along his fur as each pulse tightened around his chest and traveled down his spine to his legs, the crackling of electricity from the machinery doing little to aid Sonic’s comfort. The pillars sparked a ghastly white as more waves of electric bindings were made and then shot onto the Super hedgehog… Even with all seven emeralds, Sonic was struggling under his bindings, the pulses of energy sparking pain in every movement he made. A haunting laugh echoed from afar.

“Ehehehehhe… Eher-hehehe… AHAHAHAHAHA!” Sonic balled his fists and ground his teeth through series of grunts as he wrestled for control but inevitably snuck a glance at his arch nemesis. The ingenious villain was gloating over his victory as he rose above dramatically, the platform he stood on taking him to the next level.

To his right and left, twin rays with bulbous tips glowed a neon purple, their aim remaining true on a certain super-powered hedgehog. Sonic only had a second to stare into the face of evil before the rays grew dark and only Eggman was left seen, grinning madly with glee, as the floor glowing below shed enough light on his shadowed form.

Then, it happened.

All Sonic knew was there was a flash of light and suddenly the wrath of Chaos was upon him. Pain wracked his body, his limbs convulsing from each bolt of lightning piercing his side as he faintly heard his screams of agony, the pain only growing worse. No. He was Super right now, how could this little light show be getting through his invincibility? Another blast of purple energy cut off his train of thought, but he refused to give Eggman the benefit of hearing his screams and bit back his cries. The strings of electricity once shocking him were now clawing at him, digging into his nerves, and tweaking them just right for this infliction to skyrocket even more. They were pulling at him, pulling him apart. No… they were pulling his chaos energy apart.

Whatever sort of lightning and negative energy this was, it was stripping the chaos emeralds from his inner being and it had to be stopped. Must… hold… on! He growled and curled in to shield himself, his will being strong as it fastened its grip onto the infinite power that the emeralds held, a mental tug-of-war playing throughout the torture: his willpower versus the machine. A final shockwave proved to be too much, and the chaos emeralds were exploited from his body, his screams filling the air.

What he thought was his most horrendous moment in life had tripled in intensity as the sickening strands of purple lightning struck his vulnerable body, his now prone form seizing under the relentless shocks. His peach chest hitched, struggling to for any breath, and his teeth gnashed together as a final resort to numb the fire running through his veins. And yet, through all the torture and spasms, Sonic caught his eye on the emeralds, the green one specifically, that circled around him like candles around an altar and him being the sole sacrifice. He reached out in aim of calling them back to him but was caught in another fit of screams, his stubbornness failing as the lightning seared his last bit of hope. Through it all, a hooting laughter sounded afar, Sonic’s ears numb and half-working to only catch on a few words of Eggman’s.

“Ho ho ho ho ho! Ohhhh, I’ve waited…” Sonic shrieked at another wave of shocks. “… long time for this!”

Sonic squinted at the madman through series of grunts and growls. Stop… pain… hurts… HURTS!

The faint click of a button echoed from above, followed by the villain’s next words. “FIRE!!!”

And with that, Eggman’s latest scheme was unleashed.

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Devlog #2: Managing Projects

I've been a professional software developer for almost a decade now, and I see a lot of new devs struggle to complete projects. If this sounds like you, read on!

I want to highlight the real unsung hero of successfully completing anything: Project Management. This kind of work is often overlooked, and feared by many a dev, but it's incredibly valuable for keeping you on track and motivated. Benefits? You get a list of what's left to do (especially valuable if you jump between projects a lot), can adjust what you're working on as needed, and feel like your accomplishing your goal as you move things to done (woo endorphin hits!). Win/win/win!

Project management doesn't have to be expensive, difficult, or busy work. You can spin up a Trello account for free, create a few columns, and add cards as you think of them. It can also help keep your scope down -- marking tickets as "Won't do" is a perfectly valid approach if you decide something isn't worth the effort.

Hope this helps you in your creative pursuits!

#learn game dev #programming #project management #godot warrior #devlog #game development

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tnbscans · 2 months

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Fire Emblem's heroes column card.

Translation available here:

#tiger & bunny #heroes column card #translated #2014 #short story #fire emblem #nathan seymour

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lalunameli · 5 months

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LaLunaMeli's MasterList of Translations:

And other miscellanea...

Tiger & Bunny:

Mostly Yuri Petrov/Lunatic related

Season 1

Yuri Petrov/Lunatic Article from Hero Gossips

Excerpts from Hero TV Fan Volume 2

TN: May add more translations from this publication later

Hero TV Newspaper Extra Pg 18: Lunatic/Yuri Petrov

Cast Comments from Yusa Kōji from an unknown magazine about Tiger & Bunny: The Beginning

Late Night Tea With Yuri-Sensei: 5th Cup By: Ogawa Kuro

Late Night Tea With Yuri-Sensei: 4th Cup By: Ogawa Kuro

Yuri Petrov's Profile from The Rising - King of Works Super Fanbook

Lunatic - Heroes Column Card

Golden Ryan - Excerpts of Heroes Column Card and short lesson on Japanese polite speech forms

Yuri Petrov's Daily Schedule: The Rising - King of Works Super Fanbook

The Beginning Novelization: Yuri/Luna's post credit scene

Translation of Barnaby's Medical Assessment Performed by Dr. Chinatsu Matsui (From the November 2011 Issue of Animage)

Media

TaiBani Music, Audio Dramas and Events

Lunatic/Yuri-centric content from The Sound of Tiger & Bunny pamphlet.

Small blurb on Special CD #6: Yuri Petrov's Melancholic Daily Life

TN: Changed title to match the title used in the previously translated audio drama; however, 憂鬱 (yuuutsu) can also be translated as "depression", "gloomy", and "melancholy", so both titles work. "Yuri Petrov's Gloomy Daily Life" also sounds pretty good.

Translation of Yuri's Character Song: Thanatos no Koe wo Kike and small article about it

Excerpts from TB2 OST Liner Notes

AFFT Talkshow Event October 13, 2017 (Mainly Yuri information)

Information about TaiBani and New Otani Hotel Collab 2024

Explaination About Yuri and the Karuizawa Cabbage Seller Theory

Taibani Videogames

Translation of Yuri-centric info from this PASH article on Hero's Day for PSP

More Hero's Day Info on Yuri's Route

Hero's Day Screenshots and other info from Yuri's Route.

TN: May add translation of Yusa Kōji interview later

Translation of Yuri's (main) Route from Hero's Day for PSP

Part 1 and Part 2

Hero's Day: Yuri's April Fools Day Message and Small Interview with Yusa Kōji from B's Log

Misc Translations

Translation of blurb on Barnaby and Kotetsu's Eau de Toilette Fragrances

Masakazu Katsura's Tribute to Toriyama Akira-sensei and Masakazu Morita's words (Translation by: Todd Blankenship on Twitter/X)

Translation of Lunatic Sound Drops

Happy 13th Year Anniversary TaiBani

Season 2

Ueda Hiroshi's TaiBani2 Sequel Idea (Tweet)

S2 Cour1 Ep 8: 顔色悪い (Kao iro warui)

Translation of Yuri and Lunatic centric parts of this interview with Kase Atsuko in Newtype, February 2023

Translation of Yuri and Lunatic centric parts of this interview with Kase Atsuko in Animedia, February 2023

Translation of Excerpts from MASAKAZU KATSURA x TIGER & BUNNY 2 Design Works

Yuri Petrov and Lunatic blurbs from the Tiger & Bunny 2 Museum

Commentary

The Murder Dungeon

Commentary on Lunatic's Hidden Room (aka the "Murder Dungeon™️") including official designs

Murder Dungeon Location Found? From The Beginning Novel Vol.2

Proto Cape Discovered in Murder Dungeon - S2 Episode 20

Commentary on Tartarus from S2 Watch Party Eps 20 and 24, as well as other inclusions of Greek Mythology

Yuri Petrov/Lunatic Guide (Jp, last updated Jan 2024)

Mystery Solved(?) How Yuri Stores His Hair in the Luna Mask

Pale Silly Man Leaves Phone Messages: The Rising Super Prelude

A Japanese Language Faux Pas

My YuriPe/TaiBani Merch:

Found and Fixed Luna-Sensei's Missing Bowgun

Some Doujinshi Anthologies and Goodies

More TaiBani Goodies From My Friend

Another YuriPe Haul🥰

P3 Chara Fineboard and Lunatic TB Styling 2 Figure

Luna/Yuri Care Package From My Friend

Suruga-ya Haul and Others

Mercari Haul

Mercari Lot: Summer Resort Heroes and Other Acrylic Stands

TB1 Sakakibara Manga and Artbook and Lunatic Rascal Acrylic Mascots

Misc (TaiBani):

My YuriPe Tattoo

Drabble: Yuri on Cabbages

Privatter: The Cabbage Connection

Picrew Fun with YuriPe: Here, Here, and Here

Fighting Game Avatars Trying to be the Pale Man: SF6, Guilty Gear Strive

Saint Seiya:

Deadend Game CV: Kawada Shinji (Thanatos' Character Song - Lost Canvas)

Tsunakan's Gag Comics (Scanlations done by House of Libra with their own translations) Here and Here

Saint Seiya Omega: Translation of Cancer Schiller's moves

Meiou Iden Dark Wing Chapter 33

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Chapter 11 - C-Ranker Newbie

Content Warning: Surgery mention

Chapter 11 - C-Ranker Newbie

I walked into the lobby of the Vault Breaker HQ with Silva following behind. We spent yesterday relaxing in leisure for the most part. Wanted to have a break and hang out. Today, our lives change forever.

"Let's ask about where we should be going to get started."

"Yeah."

I just kinda said the obvious and Silva followed right along with me. There were a few clerks always stationed here. General info and services Vault Breakers needed were what they handled.

One familiar face stood out. And it looked like she wasn't currently assisting anyone.

"Yo, Camille! Told you, I'd be back!"

"Oh, uh! Ymir. Right?"

For some reason, Camille seemed nervous. A couple other clerks were whispering to each other while I walked over to her with Silva.

"Yup! And this is Silva!"

"Hi."

Silva just nodded and said one word. Be more friendly, sis!

Oh, by the way. I decided to call Silva 'sis' now. Haven't said that aloud yet, but we'll get there.

"Good to see you both. How can I help you?"

"Oh! We need to go through orientations. Just checking in and seeing where we should go."

"Let's see here…."

Camille got a more composed look about her when she began typing away at a terminal embedded into her desk. Her eyes flicked around while she scanned the info on the screen.

"Silva Dirge. E-Rank. R&D Corps. Please report to Dr. Clive Earnest in Lab 6. I will see that a uniform is sent to have you try on. Good luck and stay strong, Silva."

"Thanks. See you both around, then."

Silva waved as she started walking off. I hope she has an easy time adjusting to her job. I'm sure she'll be in good hands with Dr. Clive. He seemed like a good guy when I met him on testing day.

"And since you're a bit of a special circumstance, I have specific orders to relay to you."

"Sure thing. Let's hear it."

"Ymir Sorenson. C-Rank. Runner Corps. Please report to Chief Harper's office on the top floor. You can take the elevator in the lobby to get there. It only goes up to her office and I've given your keycard access to operate it. Good luck and stay strong, Ymir."

"Gotta talk to the Chief on the first day, huh? Well I best get going. Thanks, Camille. See you later!"

"Yeah, uh. Til next time!"

I waved and turned to head off.

And off I went!

The elevator I needed was pretty obvious. There was only one in here. In the main building of HQ, the lobby was especially tall. It needed to fit the entrance with the huge statues. The Chief's office is above the lobby. Also in the main building is a cafeteria with free meals every day for Vault Breakers. The floors above the cafeteria are the dorms. HQ has a massive amount of space for Vault Hunters to live on site. Uncle Varun is apparently going to be moving in there at some point.

I walked over to the solid metal door of the elevator and swiped my keycard. The door slid to the side and allowed me to enter. Once inside, I saw a point to swipe my card again. Once I did, the doors closed and I lifted up.

This ride was maybe a half minute. Not too slow. Not too fast. The doors slid open when I arrived at the top. There was a hall here in front of me. Not to long.

I walked forward and admired the accents around me. A few portraits hung in sections of the wall. Each section is divided by a column design molding that went from the floor to the ceiling. There are twelves sections divided out. After I got halfway is when the portaits were at my side. They were portraits of the same heroes depicted in the entrance hall. Six of them.

I stared at the last two when I approached the end of the hall. To my left, Yorrick "Sarge" Bartman. On the right, Gajjet "Hellion" Dirge. Two of the biggest names. I would surpass them both.

Knock knock. I rapped the right side of the double doors twice with my knuckles and waited for an answer.

"Enter."

I pushed the double doors. The room before me was a large office with a circular perimeter. I took a few steps in and swung the door closed behind me. Then I stood at attention. Feet shoulder width apart. Hands folded behind my waist.

"Ymir Sorenson reporting!"

"At ease, nephew. I don't want you being formal with me in this meeting."

I laxed my position and held my arms at my side, slipping my hands into my pockets. Then I looked around. Two couches in the center of the room and a coffee table between them. Beyond that, a dark wooden desk. Behind the desk sat my Auntie Harper. In the right side of my vision, next to Harper's desk, stood Commander Vasquez and Dr. Eugene Atom. They were waiting silently and patiently.

"Please come closer. Stand before my desk."

I walked forward obediently and stopped a foot from the Chief's desk.

"Ymir Sorenson. C-Rank. Runner corps. And yet you're not augmented."

"Pretty sure you made that call, Auntie."

"Cheeky… I made that decision, but your body won't be able to handle what's to come. Not as it is."

"I figured."

So I wasn't strong enough for the Vaults. I knew that was the case. I couldn't avoid augments forever. It wasn't like I wanted to, but I wanted to uphold the wishes of my mother and sister. They wanted me to stay the same as long as I could.

"We have a good amount to discuss. First, I want to talk about the findings from Dr. Eugene Atom. If you would please share your result, doctor."

"Yes, Chief."

Eugene approached and handed me a file. I spread the envelope open and stared at the data in front of me. It wasn't immediately clear what everything meant, but I began to piece together information. Luckily, Eugene kept explaining.

"The stim I gave you the other was a standard preparation. Meant for repairing more topical damage, bones, and minor internal damage. The response in your recovery indicated a reaction from your body that I could only see as abnormal. After further study of your blood samples, we discovered a type of cell in your blood that was not identifiable. It is unique. With no previous data on this blood cell, I could only make guesses and try to experiment.

Through experimentation, your blood was discovered to have an enhanced compatibility with certain Vault tech. The stim you received actually improved a lot of your body. Obvious by the muscle growth. With a stim rated at the low grade it was, we'll have to develop a more appropriate stim for your body if we plan on giving you any standard medical assistance."

So my body was special in some way. I didn't quite take this into account when thinking of possibilities. I figured the stim being extra strength was the most likely reason for my body reacting strangely. Didn't know my body was responsible.

"I've blueprinted out the first physical body augments you'll need to perform as a Runner. Included is a system to regulate stim injections in the field. With adjustments made based on your reaction, we can provide you medical care in the field consistently without risk of adverse effects, especially while using a stim designed for your personal use. I've also begun to prepare a surgical stim that won't replicate the same type of healing, and rather will prevent the excess healing you normally receive for a time period necessary to perform the augmentation surgery. Afterwards, we'll have to rely on the installed stim package to heal your body."

So I would need a special device just to maintain proper application of the stims. It's a lot to wrap my head around, but I go the gist of it.

"I understand. Take care of me, doc."

"Good to hear. You'll be in good hands."

Eugene reached for the files that were handed to me. I had skimmed through them all over his explanation and pieced together the information in there. It was just a bunch of data that made what Eugene said seem way longer.

I handed back the files. Eugene took them and walked back to his position over by Commander Vasquez.

"Ymir, let me ask you a question."

"What's up, Chief?"

"Did my mother ever tell you how she got the name Hellion?"

"Nope. Just figured she was an unruly kid or something."

"You're not wrong. Gajjet Dirge was a child militant raised by a group that opposed the Vault Breakers."

"…"

I didn't respond. I had heard at different times about terrorists that operate in the Desert Sector. It was a problem for the Igneol Domain. Many civilians were at risk in the few times that attacks have occurred in the past. Luckily, it's been years since the last time.

"The group was taken out by Yorrick Bartman. All of them were killed, except one girl. He picked up Gajjet and dragged her back to Igneol. He raised her and trained her, but Gajjet had a bad reputation with everyone else all the same. She killed five C-Rankers without a single augment on her body while with the terrorist group. She was dubbed a Hellion. Gajjet was treated terribly by the civilians for her actions and terribly by our Vault Breakers for the same.

All the same, my mother rose above that with Sarge guiding her. When he was lost, she changed. Gajjet became someone who would never hold back her team or leave a Vault until she had conquered it. And she'd never witness a casualty again. Gajjet kept ever Vault Breaker safe that ever fought with her after Sarge's death."

"Nana Gajjet…"

I just muttered the name and lowered my head. I hadn't heard this story, but it was starting to explain her convictions.

"Ymir Sorenson. You stated that you wanted to be like the Hellion. A goal to surpass her, even. Can you find the resolve to match her feats? Can you find the resolve to keep your team alive and conquer ever challenge present to you?"

I snapped my body to attention. Chief Harper said not to be too formal, but I felt like I needed to be.

"Yes, Chief!"

"At ease."

I relaxed. She really didn't want me too worked up.

"You're nothing like Gajjet. You've never rebelled against the Domain. You never murdered. You never disobeyed what you knew you were supposed to do. You instead took her knowledge and used it. I need you to follow your own path. Don't walk in someone's footsteps."

"I intend to pave my own way, Chief. I'll surpass Gajjet entirely and uphold my oath while doing it."

"Good answer. Ymir, you're going to be put into a special team. You're going to fill the biggest shoes we have."

"You mean..?"

Commander Vasquez took a few steps toward me and stopped within arm reach. He rested his hand on my shoulder and smiled.

"Ymir, welcome to the G.I.A.N.T.S."

"Huh?"

"You'll become CODENAME GENERALIST. I'll introduce you to the team after this."

"Uh, sure! Yes, Commander."

So I'm joining the team of those ultra soldiers? I feel like I'm happy for this opportunity, but I'm still a newbie with no experience. How is this gonna work?

"But Chief, Commander. I'm curious how someone can be on an elite team like that without any experience. I've never been into a Vault before."

"Then we'll have to send you into some. Vaults that get cleared sometimes become training environments. I'll set up some simulated training runs with old Vaults."

Commander Vasquez grinned through his works as he spoke. Harper chuckled a little.

"I'll make you into the best soldier there's ever been, Ymir! Haha!"

A boisterous and wheezy laugh. I felt like Vasquez would be someone I could grow to rely on quite a bit. He's a nice guy.

"Then let's get down to the last matter, shall we?"

I watched Chief Harper stand up from her desk and walk around towards me. Commander Vasquez saw this and went back to where he stood before. Now it was just the Chief and I standing and staring at each other.

She hugged me. I'm kinda shocked. My Auntie Harper was never a hugger. I don't have a single clue what brought this on.

"Um, Auntie?"

"This might be the last time I can hug my nephew like this. Just a second longer."

"Yeah? Sure, then."

I didn't quite get it. But this was nice. I'll stay here and enjoy her hug.

"So, Ymir…"

She pulled away from me.

"I want to go over what's to come. You'll need to change your whole body to do this job. It's just fact that the human body cannot handle the job of a Vault Breaker without augments."

"So when do I have to go through with the operation?"

"Tonight. I'll have to go tell Del about this, but you won't be going home for about a week."

"Tonight? A week? That's nuts!"

"Silva is living there now, right? My brother told me about it. She can look after your mom. It's important that we get you augmented as soon as we can so that you can start to work and live as a Vault Breaker. If you're not resolved to get the operation tonight, then I'll have to rethink my decision I made during your testing."

So it's this serious, then? Sure, she's right about Silva being home for mom. But I'm still worried about them. I do a lot at home, after all. But most of all, there was one thing bothering me.

"I promised Silva that I'd stay more myself than machine. Is that possible?"

"Physically, no."

Right away, that promise was shattered.

"Your body will become mostly machine. That's true for most Runners. Other corps don't dive so deep into augmentation. As long as we don't go over your limit, then your mind will remain intact. I promise that you're always going to stay who you are. You're going to look a lot different on the inside, though."

"Tell Silva I'm sorry then. I'll just have to break that promise and become a Runner anyway."

"Then, Ymir. Go with Commander Vasquez to meet your team. Please report to the surgical labs by 19:00 hours. You're dismissed."

Chief Harper patted my shoulder and went back to her desk. Eugene sighed relief and went to stand by the office door. I guess we're all leaving together except the Chief. Once I started to head in the same direction, Commander Zasquez started to follow. The three of us went through the double doors and continued down to the end of the hall where the elevator remained still ready to be boarded.

We got back to the lobby and parted with Eugene. He had some more work to get back to, but would be present when I get my operation performed.

Time to head to the more eastern building. That's where the Medic corps and training facilities are located. We just weren't going where the Medic offices are located. Rather, we took a path upstairs and found a briefing room.

"Ymir. The ones inside this room are the best Vault Breakers I could find in the whole Domain. Don't let anyone try to intimidate you, okay?"

"I think I'll be alright, Commander."

"Good. Keep that frame of mind."

The Commander slid the door open to the room. It just fit right between some wall panels and slid to the left. Neat. We don't have doors like that in most place.

I followed as Vasquez pushed inside.

The center of the room had a long, ellipse-shaped table. Clear glass and a white enamel body to hold it. From where I entered, the table is to my right. Just a little to the left is a wall that has a large monitor taking up the majority of the space. There's a terminal actually built into a connecting wall on the other side of the room. Must be linked with the screen.

"Attention, G.I.A.N.T.S.!"

Vasquez had taken a commanding stance while I stood at his side. His words had called four individuals in the room to stand and snap to attention. All of their faces were familiar. Not all of them were friendly.

Hammer, Musa, and Zach are all in this room. I met them earlier. Hammer had an especially happy grin grow onto his face when I came into the room with the Commander. Musa and Zach were fairly stoic. The last face I recognized sent a rush of anxiety down my spine. The face of someone who has already shoved the barrel of a gun in my face. The face of someone who hates me.

"These are my team, Ymir. Let me introduce you. First, we have Hammer, CODENAME SECURITY. He'll keep you safe. Hammer has been on the team the longest so rely on him.

Next is Zach, CODENAME NETWORK. Matched augments through our whole squad are controlled by him and allow us to operate better as one unit.

Beep over there is CODENAME INFILTRATOR. You won't have too much to talk about, even if you can sign. He's quiet by nature, but that helps his job in getting through Vaults without ever being seen or heard."

Vasquez continue to name off my newest acquaintances. Then the fury of the woman subsided for just a small bit while she was being addressed. I guess the Commander has a bit of authority over her.

"Lastly, this is the Captain. You'll get her name directly from her. She gets really mad if someone else gives out her name. She's our CODENAME ASSAULT and a secondary leader for the team. She'll be in charge is dispatching aberrations. Nobody is better at it. And you know me as Commander Vasquez. I am CODENAME TRAPPER. I can disable and control Vault defenses. That's about it, though. Haha!"

CAPTAIN? She's the Captain? But she's so mean and volatile. Who would give a person like that any amount of authority!?

Auntie Harper, did you make this decision too? OVERTURN IT!

"Everyone, I'd like to introduce you to Ymir Sorenson. He's joining the G.I.A.N.T.S."

Oh shit, here it comes. I feel the burning rage growing and slowly overtaking everything. The Captain's face was becoming red and for some reason sweat was beading on her brow.

Careful, miss. You have very nice makeup. Don't smear it.

"Ymir will from today be called CODENAME GENERALIST. I'm sure you all understand Ymir's role in our team. Once we outfit him with the necessary augments, I'll have him train with you all both in and out of Vaults. This is an order to all of you: Make sure Ymir is capable of performing all your roles to the necessary extent. I've made sure that you all know what the GENERALIST is supposed to know. Ymir already has all the knowledge needed to fill this spot, but he lacks the skillset of a Vault Breaker. His training will begin in one week."

As Vasquez finished his words, the group all spoken in unison to respond.

"Yes, Commander! We will not fail!"

"Good! Dismissed until our next meeting."

With that, Vasquez patted me on the shoulder and just exited the room. I looked over to the group I just joined and prepared for some wild welcome.

I was surprised when the Captain started walking towards me with a crazy fast speed. Instead of confronting me, she turned and left the room.

I'm glad that I don't have to deal with that right now. I'll try to talk to her next time. I still don't even know how her name.

"Haha! Had no idea you were so awesome, Ymir! Who knew you were a brainiac with all that muscle on ya! Haha!"

Hammer sauntered over and slapped me on the back with each laugh he belted out. Those strikes hurt like hell. The second one almost sent me to the floor.

"Fuck! … Um, yeah. I studied Gajjet Dirge's notes every day. I've read reports on every Vault she conquered."

"No shit? Think we might be get some help with that stuff?"

"You're asking me for help, Hammer? Aren't you supposed to be training me?"

"I don't get all the data stuff about Vaults. I leave it to Zach to make it easy to understand, but I still don't get all the concepts he tries to relay to me."

"Sure. I'll tutor anyone on Vault layouts and aberrations if you need it. I just don't know what I can tell you that you wouldn't have experienced already.

"We'll have to figure that out! Haha!"

Another slap on the back. This time I stood my ground, but I know that I'm gonna have bruising show up later.

"So… Welcome, Ymir."

[Welcome.]

Zach and Musa walked up to me together and gave me a short welcome. The two left together and disappeared from my sight.

"I gotta get over to the engineering building to look at some weapons I'm having shipped in from Crytin. Wanna come take a look?"

"You're having them shipped in? If you paid for that, wasn't it outrageously expensive?"

"I did a big favor for Dr. Caliburn last time I went to the ice. Today, I'm getting a shipment to look at. Told me to pick one gun to keep and the rest can be sold by HQ. Cool, right?"

"How'd you manage that? Also, isn't it really hard to travel to Crytin? You talk about it like it's just a quick trip."

"Ain't been there in a decade. Haha! It sucks going there and it's too cold. I can't show my muscles!"

"What about the shipment coming in then? He took ten years to send it?"

"The weapons I'm looking at today are brand new models. They're not on the market yet. I cashed in a favor to get first pick. So, you wanna come get yourself a new gun?"

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