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apollos-boyfriend · 7 months

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a transcription of bagi and cellbit's conversation - 10/15/23

their convo starts at approximately 03:03:00 in cellbit's vod. there's a lot of screaming and yelling, so to save on being repetitive, anything after (screaming) continues the sentiment until i note their voices returning to normal.

C: What’s up?

B: Look deep into my eyes.

C: (long pause) . . . I’m looking.

B: Well? Nothing? (punches him, yelling) You asshole!

C: What? Wh-

B: (screaming) I looked for you for 15 years! And you forgot about me! You asshole!

C: (yelling) You abandoned me!

B: (crosstalk) You asshole!

C: You have no idea what I went through! You don’t know what I-what I lived through before this place! I don’t even know-

B: I spent the past few days in that stupid fucking house trying to remember your face!

C: I spent the last 15 years alone! In a war, in a jail, in a prison! I had to kill-I had to eat other people to stay alive! To be respected! Where were you? You were being coddled by mommy and daddy while I was out there, alone, bathed in blood! Half-dead! I never had a sister!

B: (pause, no longer screaming) You think mommy and daddy are still alive? What do you think I’ve been doing for the last 15, 20 years?

C: (pause, no longer screaming) I don’t know. And it doesn’t-

B: (raising her voice) What do you think I’ve been doing for the last 15 years of my life? Why do you think I’m on this shitty fucking island, you bastard?

C: (raising his voice) I don’t know! I just want to get out of here!

B: (voice cracking) You abandoned me, bastard! I spent the last 15 years chasing after you!

C: I don’t even remember this place. I don’t remember you! I don’t remember anything! How could I-how could I have abandoned you? (pause) You can believe whatever you want, but the place that I went to—the one far from here—I didn’t want to go there. The places I was taken to, I definitely never wanted to be taken there.

B: (softer) I found Roberto!

C: What is that? A worm . . .

B: It’s your worm, you dick! It was thanks to Roberto that I remembered you. (she tosses Roberto to him)

C: (he analyzes Roberto for a second) He’s-

B: (interrupting) You don’t remember Roberto?

C: No, but he’s cool.

B: You always wanted to have a pet worm.

C: He’s really cool.

B: You thought they were fucking sick.

C: No, genuinely, he’s really cool. I can’t deny that. (raising voice) But that doesn’t negate the fact that it doesn’t matter-wait, what do you mean, didn’t you have-what do you mean I have a sister, that makes absolutely no sense, where have you been all my life?

B: I was chasing after you! Looking for you! I located you in that shitty prison and you fucking ran away, damnit!

C: (screaming) Of course I did! You don’t have the slightest clue of what happened in that place! I had to do everything in my power to manage to get out of there! And yeah, I did-I did terrible stuff! But it’s what I-it-after you’ve spent 10 years in a fucking warzone needing to kill dozens of people a day to survive, that’s the least of what you have to do to survive!

B: Wait, what happened to you? I didn’t-I didn’t know. I’m sorry. I-I spent the last-I spent the last 15 years looking for you.

C: (solemn) And I spent the last 15 years trying to survive.

B: (long pause) You really didn’t remember me?

C: I didn’t remember anything. I just know that my-my first memory is me holding a fucking knife and a dead body right in front of me. And it was the only food I had. And it was like that for a long time. So, if you ask me, I’ve never had a family.

B: (crouching, crosstalk) You don’t remember us?

C: (increasingly more angry) I’ve never had a mom, or dad, or sister. I only had myself.

B: (broken) Seriously? You really don’t remember me?

C: I’m sorry, but no. I don’t remember you.

B: (long pause, stepping away) It’s okay.

C: (tossing her diary) This is yours.

B: What’s this? (long pause as she reads it) Looks like we’re no longer joined at the hip after all.

C: For me-

B: (interrupts, punching him) No, go fuck yourself, man! No, I’m not going to accept this! (screaming) I came to this shitty island, I’m stuck here with you, because I came searching for you! So now you’re going to accept me, damnit!

C: (screaming) You were already here before I got here!

B: (crosstalk) I’m your family! I’m your family, you fucker! Do you hear me? I’m stuck in this shit because of you, and I’m not leaving without you!

C: Well then, are you stupid? Because if you came here looking for me, I wasn’t even here! You got here before I did!

B: (speaking normally) I didn’t get here before you did, are you nuts?

C: How did you get on this fucking island, then?

B: (screaming) We lived on this island, dude!

C: (crosstalk) I never lived in this fucking hellhole! You think I would-are you-

B: (crosstalk) You were born here!

C: (squeaks) Huh? You’re nuts. Now you’re-now you’re in a whole new dimension. How was I born in this fucking place? What I want is to get out of here. I want to blow this place up.

B: (crosstalk, solemn) Do you want to see the house we grew up in? Maybe it’ll trigger some memories. I’m being serious.

C: (speaking normally) You have a-you know where-you have a-a-

B: (interrupting) I know where we grew up, yes. You don’t remember it, it’s okay, it happens. But . . . our house is here.

C: Uh-

B: Do you want to go there? Here, come with me. Let’s go to my house.

(They teleport to Bagi’s)

B: (breaking rp, laughing) [Your voice] is fucked to shit.

C: (not understanding what she means) What about yours?

B: (still laughing)

C: (breaking rp) Oh, I get it, you’re talking about my voice. (laughing) That I’m losing my voice, shit.

B: Mine is also fucked to shit. It feels like you have a boat stuck in there.

C: I do, I do, I do.

B: Put a boat down for me, please. Hold up, let me drive, let me drive. There.

(They get in the boat. Bagi starts driving)

C: (back in rp) We don’t even look similar, it doesn’t make any sense. Are you sure that that’s true?

B: (yelling) We don’t even look similar? You’re my fucking clone!

C: (yelling) Shut up, obviously not! The only thing-what man, you fucking dyed your hair to look like mine? It’s the only-wow, the only two people in the world-

B: I don’t even know why my hair looks like this! C: Neither do I! Maybe it’s-it has to be that fucking bear trying to get into our heads!

B: (speaking normally) Okay, look. Let me tell you something. Someone helped me get back my memories. I don’t know who.

C: (speaking normally) But-

B: (interrupting) Someone wanted me to remember you. And wait, where did you even find my fucking book? Were you spying on me?

C: No, it was in my castle!

B: What do you mean, it was in your castle?

C: I-I woke up—actually, that reminds me of something else, oh my god—I woke up, and then I went-I ate my breakfast, with my cake, in my beautiful dining room with my marvelous portraits, and there was a fucking mysterious black box (immitates thunder) pow! It starts raining, there’s lightning, and I’m like “Fuck, what’s going on?” and I went to check-

B: (interrupting) But it wasn’t from the Federation, was it?

C: I don’t think so, because usually the Federation is-is-when they reach out, it’s not with black boxes and lightning.

B: It happened to you too, then. There’s someone helping us find our missing memories! Why, I have no clue. I mean, I’m thankful, I’m really grateful, but . . . I don’t know why [they’re helping us]. (pause) Okay, hold on, let me see what the best route is to get there.

C: (long pause) How do you know about who was born on this island?

B: I don’t know who was born on this island, I just know that we were born here.

C: Is this-

B: (interrupting) Well, I don’t know if we were born here, I know that we grew up here.

C: There are houses here.

B: So. When we were younger, everyone always said that the island was the safest and most perfect place to live. Now. How you disappeared in the safest and most perfect place to live, I don’t know. Hold up, let me see if we can go through here. No, it’s better to go in farther ahead.

C: (long pause) Why have I wound up back in this place, then?

B: We’re here.

(They get out of the boat and begin approaching the house)

B: You don’t actually remember anything? Nothing?

C: No.

B: There’s someone-there’s someone helping me recover my memories. I-I didn’t remember why I was here. But now I do. I’ve spent the last few days [in our old home].

C: Honestly, it’s been so long since I’ve lost my memories that I stopped thinking about where I came from. I just kept moving forward. Because if I looked back, I may have seen things I’d rather have forgotten. (observing their house) What is this? Shit.

B: Things you’d rather have forgotten? You were the only good part of my childhood, why would you not want to remember that?

C: (long pause) Because . . . because between my childhood and now . . . there’s something much worse. (he enters the house) What is this-it looks like a cozy house.

B: It’s a bit dusty now.

C: (crosstalk) It looks-it feels very familiar, actually.

B: (excitedly) Come here! Do you remember our TV? That we needed to keep fiddling with the antenna that mom would make us put Bom Bril on? (Bom Bril is a Brazilian cleaning product made of steel wool.) Here! The TV!

C: (muttering, crosstalk) Bread with eggs. Bread with eggs. I once liked bread with eggs.

B: Um. When I got here—when something sent me here—all of your missing posters were all in the trash can. And . . . one book about the police investigation being dismissed because they didn’t have enough evidence to keep looking for you. You apparently left without leaving a single trace. Now, if you ran away because you wanted-or if because something-I don’t know.

C: (crosstalk, serious) I didn’t want to go where I went. I didn’t want to end up where I went. I didn’t want to be where I went.

B: (distressed) If this palace was supposed to be safe, then how come they kidnapped you?

C: Whoever took me-did you stay here?

B: I stayed here a little longer.

C: Was this the parents’ rooms?

B: Yeah.

C: And there was nothing of theirs left behind?

B: No. I don’t know how they are. I don’t know where they are. I don’t know if they’re still alive.

(Long pause as Cellbit enters their bedroom)

B: Roberto was here, in the thing you were always messing with, oops, sorry.

(Cellbit examines the small coffee mug on the table, then the brewing stand she was referring to)

C: What does this mean, Gabi? Why couldn’t I have a family?

B: Come here.

(Cellbit takes the coffee mug)

B: (raising her voice) You have a family, fucker! I came all this way just for you! Of course you have a family. You’re my brother! And you know that we’re fucked now, right? Because I was gonna let you fuck yourself over, because there’s someone trying to fuck you up, but now I can’t, because you’re my brother, and I won’t let go of your hand!

C: We’re-I give up.

B: (speaking normally) Come here. You left this in here.

C: My mystery novels. This one’s really good, actually, have you read it? (he tosses her And Then There Were None)

B: Which one? I read all of them, damnit. I read all of them. You left them behind. Obviously I read them. But this one’s really good, you’re right. You left something else here. Oh, hold on, there’s too much in my inventory. You left a cipher book. You taught me ciphers when we were kids. And whoever it was that’s been giving me clues gave me them all in ciphers. And I knew how to solve them, somehow, because you (punches him) taught me about them when we were kids.

C: (long pause) I’m not following. Who did this to me?

B: I’m going to find that fucker, and I’ll end him! Do you hear me?

C: But what . . . why . . . . what horrible atrocity could I have done as a kid to-to receive the penance I did, Bagi? I had a home. I had a family. (voice breaking) What did I do? Why was this all stolen from me?

B: (pause) It wasn’t stolen. I’m right here.

C: Why did-

B: (interrupting, firm) Do you hear me?

C: Why did they turn me into a monster?

B: (voice breaking) Get back here, I’m going to give you a hug! (Bagi raises her arms for a hug. Cellbit doesn’t reciprocate) You get back here, you asshole! I’ve missed you! You don’t remember, but I spent the past 15 years looking for you! When I finally found you in prison, what did you do? You ran away! You were a fugitive! You bastard! I’m never going to let you go again, do you hear me? I’m stuck on this fucking island, with-with a psychopathic killer bear that keeps coming after you, and I did it willingly. I’d do it all again if it was up to me.

C: I’m not the same person that you-that you grew up with.

B: (crosstalk) I don’t care!

C: (crosstalk) I’m not the same person.

B: (crosstalk) I don’t care! You’re my-we’re joined at the hip! A bit redundant, but we’re joined at the hip! (she finally steps away)

C: Maybe if I’d never left here, I’d still be your brother. But . . . I don’t-I’ve done things that I can never take back. And there’s broken parts of me that can never be fixed. I don’t-I don’t-I’ve never said this to anyone, Gabi. But I killed a Federation worker yesterday. And I liked it.

B: If you did it, there was a reason. There’s always a reason.

C: It felt good to kill someone again . . . .after so long. I’m not the same person you knew.

B: (pause) Fuck off. You’re my brother. I don’t know what I-what you went through. I have no idea. But you don’t know what I went through, either! And now I’m here. And we’ll get out of this place together. Even if you don’t want to.

C: At this point, I don’t know if leaving is my end goal anymore.

B: Your goal is to end them?

C: I want to make them feel what I felt. I want to make them understand what they did to me. Now that I know that they stole me from the life I could’ve had, I will do the same to them.

B: You won’t do it alone. You hear me? You don’t have to be alone anymore. You’ve been alone for too long. As have I.

C: So you better prepare yourself.

B: I was born ready.

C: To bathe yourself in blood.

B: Alright.

C: I need-I’m going-I need some time in my castle alone.

B: Me too.

C: Can I keep [Roberto]?

B: Obviously! Roberto was always yours. Actually, Roberto was [in the loft], I don’t know how he survived for this long. I got here and he was alive and kicking.

C: It’s because he kicks ass.

B: I don’t know where you got him, but be careful. He seems a little dangerous.

C: That’s what makes him so cool.

B: See you, Roberto.

C: Okay.

B: Roberto’s a little cute.

C: I need some time to process things, I can’t-I can’t-

B: It’s okay.

C: We’ll see each other-

B: (interrupting) When you need me, you know where to find me. When you don’t need me, too. At any time.

C: See you around.

#icarus speaks #qsmp translation #this took. an hour and a half to translate #i have a midterm due tomorrow but fuck that. i havev more important things clearly #this is 10 pages long btw

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arohawke · 1 year

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the tablefriends once again try to reclaim a contested term and Keith fires someone for the second time this week

KEITH (as Phrygian): [whispering] What- what was that?

ALI (as Brnine): Hm?

KEITH (as Phrygian): [whispering with more emphasis] What was that?

ALI (as Brnine): What Mourning just said or?

KEITH (as Phrygian): [whispering] No, the building.

ALI (as Brnine): Oh, oh, oh… Uhm, it uhm- I think that it- uhm, you’ve heard of the afflictions, right?

KEITH (as Phrygian): [whispering] Yes. They have minions

ALI (as Brnine): [crosstalk] I think it was- Yeah…

[Sylvi laughs in the background]

AUSTIN (as Jesset City): Is that what we’re calling them, minions?

KEITH (as Phrygian): [whispering] We’re calling them minions.

AUSTIN (as Jesset City): They’re minions

DRE: [an even quieter whisper in a minion voice] Banana~

ALI (as Brnine): Yeah

[through whisper-laughter at Dre] Shut the fuck up! [in a louder voice] We’re reclaiming it!

KEITH: [laughing] You’re fired, Dre’s fired.

[Austin and Ali laugh loudly]

AUSTIN: Dre is not fired.

KEITH: I was given permission to fire-

AUSTIN: [crosstalk] This was the- no, no, yeah. [laughs] Keith is the Stargrave, of Palisade with the power to fire one person.

DRE: [crosstalk] You know what, partially fair.

AUSTIN: Uh… If we’re gonna reclaim “minion” we can’t do banana jokes, okay?

DRE: [crosstalk] You’re right, you’re right. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

AUSTIN: [crosstalk] That’s not reclaiming it.

DRE: I’ll do better.

SYLVI: This fucking respectability politics bullshit [Austin and Ali start laughing loudly]

ALI: [laughs] I mean, are we reclaiming it or are we being like “we’re minion heads now” cause I-

AUSTIN: [crosstalk, loudly] We’re not minionheads! [Dre laughs loudly]

ALI: If we’re not minionheads-

KEITH: I think that we should be able to reclaim minions and also steal the IP at the same time.

[Austin laughs loudly]

ALI: Okay, shush, shush-

AUSTIN: [crosstalk] That is the Millennium- right, “burn thrones.” Yeah.

ALI: Sure, okay, okay.

AUSTIN: Our minions now.

ALI: Okay, okay, yeah.

AUSTIN: [laughs loudly] Janine in the chat says Bri-nana

[Loud and prolonged laughter from Keith and Dre]

ALI: [quietly] Two thumbs up.

#fatt #friends at the table #palisade #palisade spoilers #literally paused the ep to make this #listen i know it was keith's character doing the firing in bluff #but the 'i'd have two pennies' of the whole situation is very funny to me rn #fattposting

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alphaformation · 8 months

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I can barely find any mutant mayhem Donnie x male reader fics so I was wondering if you could write one please I'll give you this 🍕 as a sign of my gratitude

I GOTCHU ANON (cracks knuckles) keep that pizza in the microwave for me. decided to write it paralleling them meeting april because I think any of these four being clumsy and flustered is cute. I'm still testing out formatting for requests and such so let me know if you guys have any feedback <3 not sure how i feel about the fic itself buuut... i think it's certainly done.

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Mutant Mayhem; Donatello / Male!Reader Word Count: 1,560 Content Warnings: swearing, maybe internalized homophobia if you squint? but that wasn't the intention as I was writing it. Summary; After a head-on collision in the hallway, Donnie meets the boy of his dreams. Now all he has to do is keep his brothers from finding out about him.

“Sooo… Leo… how’d that date with April go?”

The banter as the four of them walked home carried on as it always has, the only difference being that they finally had some new material. It’d been months since they’d integrated at Eastman high, and things were still running smooth as ever. It was perfect!

Sure, maybe not everyone was so accepting, but when the four of them were expecting screams of horror and violent brutality from the humans, they could tolerate some sour glances and rude comments.

“Mikey how many times do I have to TELL you guys, it- it wasn’t a date!”

“Uhh, you don’t have to tell us that,” Raph shot back. “We aaall heard her at Prom-”

Dialogue quickly overlapped as the three of them verbally dogpiled onto Leo, who was struggling to cut through the crosstalk.

“Well- hey, y’know– I can’t be the ONLY one who’s got a… well, a crush. C’mon! You gotta cut me some slack.”

“Even if we did,” interjected Donnie, “we’d do a waaaay better job of hiding it than you!”

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Donnie now realized the irony in that sequence of events, looking back to the morning that had followed that conversation.

See, despite months of attending a crowded high school, Donnie hadn’t really taken the time to unlearn his habit of walking with his headphones on and his eyes closed. Really because it hadn’t resulted in any major tragedies up until then.

He’d walked to first period so many times he could do it backwards, but as he cracked an eye open to gauge his turn into the classroom, he realized far too late that he’d… miscalculated.

He tried to move back- to reorient himself, but the flow of movement in the hall behind him pushed him forward, and he collided hard with…

With…

Oh.

Time slowed down to a crawl as you were slammed against the locker, a moment passing as you recovered from the blow before you’d twisted around. Donnie had almost forgotten the circumstances that had led him here when he was forced against your chest instead of your back, looking up and seeing your face.

Maybe it came as no surprise that Donnie had a bit of a weakness for cute boys. His brothers hadn’t caught on yet, but if you took a scrutinizing glance at his interests, you may notice the consistency. And currently, he was literally being smushed against the cutest guy he’d ever seen in real life, much like you mash two dolls together to indicate that they’re kissing.

The awe he felt, though, was only a brief respite from the panic as he saw that your nose was bleeding.

“Ohhhh my gosh, I’m so sorry! It– it was the kid behind me, and I, My uh, my shell is making it– hard to get out, and-”

“Ugh- dude.” You grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him back a bit, causing Donnie to realize that the hall was mostly empty now.

You rubbed your head with a small wince, and were clearly about to turn and carry on with your business.

“WAIT!” You turned back, raising a brow, and Donatello tensed at the realization of how loud he’d just shouted.

“Can I at least walk you to the nurse’s office? I’m really sorry.” Wiping the blood away with your thumb (which was like, anime boy levels of hot, Donnie thought privately), you shrugged and gestured for him to follow.

He did. Naturally.

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Donnie didn’t know why he and his brothers kept meeting their love interests through near major accidents, but that collision was the start of something fantastic.

He learned that day that your name was (y/n), and from then on just kept learning more and more phenomenal things about you. Another month seemed to fly by, with the two of you becoming fast friends. Not all of your interests overlapped, but as Donnie learned more of what you liked, the more it became what he liked too.

There was just one small hiccup.

Donatello… really didn’t want his brothers to find out about you. As well as he’d managed to pretend not to be crushing on you big time, his brothers were like sharks when it came to that sort of thing. If they didn’t know he liked guys before, he was convinced they’d be able to tell just by your presence - like you were blood in the water.

It was going smoothly enough so far, though. The only class you shared was Computer Science, and, well... Let's just say Donnie's brothers weren't exactly jumping at the chance to sign up for that elective.

As he left the building that day to meet his brothers in his usual spot, He found himself once again glued to his phone, takking away at your DMs.

"Ack-!" "Aah!!"

Donnie reared back from the minor bump, flushing a little as he glanced up.

"Dude, you ever gonna stop bumping into me?"

"Uhh... nah. Too much work. Not my fault you're always standing right in my way." He responded, smiling when that earned him a chuckle. "What're you doing out here anyways? Don't you usually take the bus?"

"Yeah, but I've gotta stop by the store on my way home, so I'm walking. Don't you and your brothers usually walk home together? I could tag along."

"Uh."

Fuck.

"Well. Yeahh.. We do. But, we kind of.. Live in the sewer?"

"...Yeah? I remember. I'd only walk part-ways."

"Right, well, uh... I mean-"

"DONNIE!" Raph grabbed both his shoulders from behind, startling a yelp out of him as he whipped around.

"Oh, uh-- Hey guys!"

"What gives? We've been waiting at the spot for like.." Mikey glances at his phone, "..Well, only like three minutes, but you're usually there first."

"Guys, chill out, I told you he was probably just leaving class with someone else."

"Yup mystery solved-- bye (y/n), let's go guys!!"

Wrong move. Donnie could feel he'd messed up when all three of his brothers turned their heads to him.

Blood in the water.

"Woooah, chill out bro, we're not in a rush. So you're (y/n)? I don't think we've met." Mikey turned to you.

You nodded, "In the flesh. And you're... Mikey, Raph, and Leo?" You pointed to each of them as you recalled their names. "I was just asking if I could walk with you guys."

"Hah- well- I don't think we--" "Oh, totally!" "Yeah man, feel free!"

"I'm sure Donnie would love that,"

Donnie exchanged glares with each of his brothers, huffing before pulling up a reluctant smile.

"Yeah, uh.. what they said!"

"Awesome!"

And so you tagged along as they began walking. It wasn't all bad, Donnie just had to keep his cool and remain nonchalant. Shouldn't be too hard.

"So, we still on for tonight?" You asked, bumping your shoulder against Donnie's.

"Duh- Especially since it's my turn to pick."

"I am not watching One Piece, just FYI."

"You two got a nerd date or something?" Raph interjected. Donnie frowned at him, feeling his fists ball up, but was surprised to hear you laugh easily.

"Kind of. It's a cultural exchange." With one hand gesturing as you speak, the other sneaks its way around Donnie's arm.

Kind of? It was kind of a date? and you were holding his arm??

Donnie glanced down at where you'd held onto him, before his eyes narrowed in a smug glance in Raph's direction. His brother, on the other hand, had his mouth hanging slightly open; his brows furrowed down.

Donnie ran his lip between his teeth before he adjusted his arm, sliding his hand down into yours. It felt.. right. He brushed along your knuckles, how small each of them were under his three-fingered hands- and his heart threatened to melt when you squeezed in return. The dialogue that continued between you and his brothers faded to white noise at that feeling.

"Alright, this is where I've gotta part ways. It was nice meeting you all!"

You leaned down, pressing a quick peck into Donnie's cheek.

"see you tonight!"

You were gone before Donnie could even process what'd happen, an incoherent exhale of noise escaping him as his brothers began hollering.

"WOAH WOAH WOAH. DONNIE?? IS HE YOUR BOYFRIEND??" "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US??"

Donnie's brain kicked into action finally, looking away with a rub to the back of his neck.

"I ahh..... y'know, we're not really sure yet?- kind of uhh.... testing the waters and stuff..?" He lied, shooting a glance over his shoulder to assure you weren't in earshot.

"Dang, you really DO have some rizz after all!"

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(y/n) today at 5:14 all good to have you over for the night!

TELLO 🧠💪 today at 5:15 cool cool! so uh... can i ask what the smooch was about earlier??

(y/n) today at 5:18 oh, yeah, sorry!! i just noticed your brothers were teasing you about me figured i'd lean into it & get them to back off lol see you in ten?

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Donatello huffed, staring at that message for a long few minutes. Well, that TOTALLY answered his question.

Not.

But.. At least he'd learned that you apparently weren't opposed to holding his hand and kissing his cheek. Even if it was something of a performance.

Maybe tonight, he could get a private show.

There was only one way to find out.

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TELLO 🧠💪 today at 5:22 yup! on my way

#mutant mayhem x reader #donatello x reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt #mutant mayhem #mm donnie #mm leo #mm raph #mm mikey #mm donnie x reader #donnie x reader #tmnt imagines #tmnt fic

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why-do-we-do-this · 9 months

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Roier: “Let’s care for our planet” Like Cellbit because he doesn’t shower in order to care for the planet!

*Roier and Cellbit laugh*

Roier: People, people, listen, today me and Cellbit were talking and I said to him “take a bath, you smell like ass” and he told me “I took a bath on Saturday!”

*Cellbit cackles*

Roier, giggling: -And I started to laugh and he said to me “It’s in order to care for our planet!”

*Cellbit dying of laughter*

Roier: *laughing* The filthy son of a bitch!

Cellbit: We have to conserve water, dumbass! Worry about the environment!

Roier: *laughing* Oh shit

Cellbit: Foolish, how mu- how many times do you [bathe] a week?

Foolish: Umm… probably… at least, like-

Cellbit: Once? Once, right? Every Saturday.

*Roier starts dying*

Foolish: Wait- once a week!? What!?

Cellbit: Yes, of course! Man, we’re gonna save the world, man! Don’t you think about the- the- you know-

Foolish: What!? There’s no way you’re showeri- that you bathe once a week???

Cellbit: Yeah! Every Saturday! What? Of course! Everyone should do this- *laughs*

Foolish: WHAT!? YOU’RE NUTS! YOU’RE NUTS! You’re crazy!

Roier: He said that with such a straight face- You said that with such a straight face you son of a bitch!

*Cellbit looses it*

Roier: Cellbit’s room must reek of ass!

Cellbit: What, no! You have to think about the environment! You have to think about the…about the ecology, right?

Foolish, crosstalk: Oh! It’s a joke? It’s a joke???

Roier: I can’t with this, I can’t

Cellbit: You have to think about the environment!

#qsmp #on a lighter note tense grimace emoji #obligatory if i can make translation corrections tell me tag

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rainbowcaleb · 7 months

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Jester's Haunting

(wip snippet)

A hand skitters across his shoulders and Caleb twitches at the sensation, as all logical body reactions would, but he only laughs instead of jumping.

“Damn, I thought for sure that’d get you.” Veth ducks out from behind the chair and sticks out her tongue in mock pout. “Beau’s scary story didn’t get to you at all?”

“Spiders don’t frighten me, Veth. I’ve slept near much worse.” Caleb takes another sip of his warm apple cider and smiles as Veth plops next to him and grabs her own cup.

Jester reaches her hands across the table between them all, making grabbing motions at Beau. “My turn, my turn, pass me the candle!”

Beau gives her an uncertain expression. “Jester you are surrounded by extremely flammable candy wrappers. You sure you want to add an open flame?”

Jester pushes some of the wrappers back on the floor and Caleb is grateful that the mess of tower-generated candy trash will simply disappear tomorrow. It is a formidable pile.

“I can’t tell my story without the right ambience!” Jester holds out her hands expectantly and Beau slides over the candle, wax already pooling around the metal base from the length of her own story.

“Make it super scary, Jester, don’t play soft with us.” Veth gives her a wink, likely already thinking of what live action addition she can add to the storytelling.

“Maybe not too scary though?” Fjord asks. “There’s still a few more days until Hallow’s Eve, we should save some of the excitement for later.”

Beau jabs her elbow into his side. “You’re such a baby. Jester, add an extra turtle to your story just for him.”

Fjord sighs, but before he can speak Yasha raises her hand. “I want to tell my story tomorrow. I think you need a day to rest before hearing it.”

“Well. That is extremely ominous, thank you Yasha.” Fjord laughs, but his brows scrunch with anxiety.

“And Caduceus is last! We already agreed his will be the totally spookiest, so best for last!” Jester brings the candle closer to her face, underlighting her blue skin with ripples of warm glow. “My story begins at night.”

“They all do.” Beau interrupts.

Jester rolls her eyes. “It isn’t just any night. It’s a pleasant fall evening, the leaves are turning colors and the wind is getting that crisp smell. You want to go outside and watch the stars start winking in the sky but you can’t. You can’t move at all.”

A hush falls over the Nein, the mugs of cider have stopped clinking on the table. The crosstalk quieted.

#critical role fic #critical role fanfic #critical role #mighty nein #jester lavorre #my fic #halloween fic

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wizardfvcker · 1 year

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in which rob says the worst thing i have ever heard with my very own ears

NATALIE: Like, I—you don’t really get a sense that like Yoda or any of the other Yoda—Je—Yodai—Jedi are going to—

[ALI laughs]

ROB: There’s another little Yoda in there though! What’s that little Yoda? There’s a second Yoda.

AUSTIN: Is Yaddle in this—is Yaddle in this movie?

NATALIE, crosstalk: I think Yaddle—

ROB: In the wide shot—you only see in the wide shot there is another [AUSTIN, crosstalk: Interesting] Yoda-looking creature in there, which is very interesting given what we now know about the Mandalorian. Anyway.

NATALIE: Well—yeah. It’s—uh, yeah, it just feels like they’re kind of—they’re just, they’re just, like—pushing—

AUSTIN, laughing: No attachments. Sorry, I was thinking—if Yoda and Yaddle fucked it would have to be emotionless. Just—completely loveless.

NATALIE: It’s just—it’s—functional.

AUSTIN: It’s functional. We gotta get another Yoda out there.

ROB, doing a Yoda impression: Mmm, with child, you are.

[AUSTIN and ALI losing it]

NATALIE, with audible disdain: I hate it so much. Fuck off.

AUSTIN: I can’t.

ALI: Goodnight everyone.

[NATALIE laughs]

AUSTIN: I’m quitting the podcast.

[Laughing]

NATALIE: Yoda is not allowed to fuck, I’m sorry.

[ALI bursts out laughing]

AUSTIN, punctuating each word with claps: Let! Yoda! Fuck!

NATALIE: Hell no. Hell no.

AUSTIN, crosstalk: When I reform the Jedi Council—

NATALIE: They’ve gotta have another way—it’s gotta be something else. It’s not fucking.

ROB: Could I interest you in cloning?

AUSTIN: Yeah. God, he’s a fucking Yoda clone—

NATALIE, crosstalk: Am I about to find out about that?

AUSTIN: Yeah, you’re gonna find out about cloning once you watch this next movie.

NATALIE: Okay.

ROB: He’s actually Yoooda. Anyway.

[AUSTIN laughs]

ROB, laughing: I’m sorry, I can’t help myself! I’ve got these things in my head and they don’t go away.

#a more civilized age #star wars #yoda #?#.txt #ive had this clipped for a week i forgot i meant to post it #anyway rob this is a human rights violation #amca

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sylvia-forest · 11 months

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[CN] Shaw's 2023 Birthday Moments

⚡Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for Moments which hasn't released in EN yet!⚡

[Released Date: 16 June 2023]

[Moments 1]

Shaw's post: Only one more move is needed, and the job is done.

[Section 1]

MC: A bass player who can’t do calligraphy is not a good player.

Shaw: I’ll also send you a word, the producer who comedy supports is a stupid boss.

[T/N]: 捧哏 is like the person that supports in the Chinese comedy (crosstalk/ comic dialogue)

So like there’s the main person that speaks out the jokes or memes, and then on stage it needs a support person to respond or questions the memes which is known as 捧哏 :D

[Section 2]

MC: Having a one-on-one calligraphy lesson with Master Shaw.

Shaw: No problem for one on one, but firstly pay off the “lesson money” for skateboarding.

[Section 3]

MC: Suddenly so leisurely, I am not so used to it!

Shaw: Not used to it is the norm, you just need to get used to it.

[Moments 2]

Shaw's post: …..You're playing with me, aren't you? Wait a minute.

[Section 1]

MC: Ahem, I have to leave today.

Shaw: Remember to run fast, I can catch you from the ends of the earth.

[Section 2]

MC: If I said this time was also an accident, would you still believe it?

Shaw: Believe it or not, you will know by watching my next actions.

[Section 3]

MC: Hahaha, now you are the most handsome "priceless treasure" in the whole world.

Shaw: Seeing that you like it so much, why don't I cover you with it too?

—

#mlqc spoilers #mlqc cn #mlqc shaw #mlqc ling xiao #mlqc translations #mr love queen's choice #mlqc #love and producer

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windsoflimbo · 6 months

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Transcription below [Provided by Transcripts at the Table]

AUSTIN: Art in the chat says ‘oh my God I just figured out a theme song for Memphis’. What is it?

ART: Oh, do you know Whiz Khalifa’s Black and Yellow?

AUSTIN: Of course I know Whiz Khalifa’s Black and Yellow.

ART: Did you know that Memphis Longhand has the same number of syllables as Black and Yellow? [Jack laughs]

AUSTIN: Yeah. Uh-huh.

JACK: So it’s not – okay.

AUSTIN: Yeah. Uh-huh. [laughs] Wait, what’s up Jack? [Art laughs softly] What’s up?

JACK: So it’s not really a theme song you’ve invented so much as you’ve just –

AUSTIN: You just go, ‘you know what it is! [chanting to the tune of Black and Yellow] Memphis Longhand, Memphis Longhand, Memphis Longhand!’ Love it. Great.

JACK: Mm-hm!

AUSTIN: Is the rest the same?

ART: It’s been a long time. No one knows that song.

AUSTIN: That’s true! No one does know that song.

KEITH: Oh, you mean you didn’t - you’re not open about it. This is – [Austin laughs] this is – you’re plagiarising, you’re not – this isn’t like a cover, or…

AUSTIN: It’s out of copyright by now. Even – even our draconian, like -

ART: [crosstalk] Yeah, it’s public domain.

KEITH: It’s out of copyright, but if someone was like ‘wow, I can’t believe you wrote that song! That’s really catchy’ or something, and then Memphis Longhand says ‘yeah, Memphis Longhand wrote that’.

AUSTIN: God…

ART: It’s like, if I went around going like, [to the tune of Camptown Races] ‘Memphis Longhand sing this song, Doo-dah! Doo-dah!’ [everyone laughs]

AUSTIN: Oh, your previous theme song you mean!

JACK: [laughs] Before a character change.

AUSTIN: Yeah. Uh-huh.

ART: ‘Memphis Longhand five miles long, oh the doo-dah’ – yeah. [Keith cackles]

AUSTIN: Great. Good. Perfect. Alright… Um, so that’s-

KEITH: Five miles long is big for a guy.

AUSTIN: Yeah. Memphis Longhand is big. [Austin and Keith laugh]

KEITH: Does Pigeon pilot Memphis Longhand?

AUSTIN: Jesus Christ.

#road to partizan #friends at the table #fatt #roaring

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ravenpuffheadcanons · 8 months

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I saw your book recommendations and came here to say: I love The Doomsday Book. I also have similar mixed feelings re: Willis, but that book is incredible and makes me cry every time. I had to reread it in 2021 for my grad degree because I had chosen it on my booklist, and suffice it to say I found that very disturbing to read in the middle of a pandemic of my own!

I also saw your tag about a Crosstalk AU for Fitzsimmons, and oh my goodness, be still my heart! 😍 That would be utter perfection. Indeed the whole “I have ESP but not with the person I expect” thing has preyed on me since I first read that book (in the best way). I’ve thought about a similar AU for Alison and Declan (from Sanditon). But I have a love/hate relationship with that book… I am obsessed with some parts, and I get really fired up about others. Why do think it gets to us so much?

Did you ever read Willis’s book To Say Nothing of the Dog? I tried, but I couldn’t get very far… I’m afraid I love her *and* sometimes she very much gets under my skin.

Okay, last thought… have you ever read her novels Fire Watch? I think of it as a love story for history lovers and it never fails to make me cry.

Sorry this got so long!!! Love reading your thoughts either way.

The Doomsday Book makes me cry every time I read it too, even though I *know* what’s coming (good and bad). I love love love the mix of triumph and tragedy all tangled up together at the end - so beautifully done. The first time I read it, I started it at around midnight on a work night because I couldn’t sleep, intending to read a chapter or two until I nodded off. Instead I read it through in a single sitting and then somehow had to go to work, even though a) I’d been awake that night and b) I had been weeping copiously through most of the final 100 pages. I couldn’t bring myself to read it during the worst of lockdown - I am impressed you managed it!

I love the basic premise of Crosstalk *so* much, but likewise I have a love/hate relationship with it. I think the characters in Willis’ books can often be extremely stupid for the sake of furthering the plot. I think that’s one of the things that most frustrates me about her work, because she’s capable of such great character work and then throws it all away. Would any adult really be daft enough to get experimental brain surgery at the insistence of her extremely demanding and needy new boyfriend, without even looking at the side effects? It’s very difficult to believe it! But by the end of the book I was won over in spite of myself.

I have a theory that The Doomsday Book was such a runaway success that she’s no longer being edited properly (aka the Late Career Agatha Christie Problem), because a lot of the problems with Crosstalk (and Blackout/All Clear) could be fixed by better editing. I think that’s part of why her work frustrates me, because the good stuff is *so* good and I feel almost like she’s being let down by a wider team.

I do really like Crosstalk as a basic premise for a Fitzsimmons story, though - if I can ever bring myself to get through a reread! I would probably try to start it with them in the emotional equivalent of early s2 - best friends, estranged following a traumatic accident that led to traumatic brain injury for Fitz. Jemma’s so keen to help him that she agrees to experimental neurosurgery with Milton because the findings of the EED study might help people with TBI - so Fitz feels like she thinks he’s so useless that she’s literally willing to undergo brain surgery rather than accept him as he is, while she of course feels guilty that she’s “fine” and badly wants to help relieve his pain. It feels like it would make for a good angsty set up! Can’t you just see Fitz as grumpy CB hiding in the basement of a building with pictures of Hedy Lamarr everywhere?

I really enjoyed To Say Nothing of the Dog, but I was in exactly the right mood for a silly romcom caper when I read it. I also really love that light, frothy late Victorian/early Edwardian comic writing style that she was trying to ape, and I think she (mostly) did it successfully. If I’d been in a different mood, I would have found all the random side characters walking on stage just to opine about the nature of history very annoying.

I haven’t read Fire Watch - thank you for the recommendation, I will give it a try!

Oh and Sanditon is on my list of programmes to try this autumn/winter, because it’s finally made it to a streaming service I actually have. I’m looking forward to it!

#roamingbadger #this answer got long too!#but glad to talk about my love and also mixed feelings for Connie Willis’ work #!!#crosstalk spoilers #doomsday book spoilers #(kind of)#connie willis #lou reads

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go-to-the-mirror · 1 year

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i think it's absolutely rigged that this episode falls on april fools day actually. APRIL FOOLS! everything is still awful actually

Hi howdy this episode is so sad :( I'm so sad constantly about this episode. this episode. :( can't wait until the FUN season 5 bits where it's like they're GAY and there are so many ANALOGIES! instead we just have to wallow in sadness for a bit. so upset!! aa!!

Anyway yeah, lets go. I think when I listened to it at first I was really upset that I was at the end, like I was thinking "oh no I'm nearly at the end" back with 151. I still haven't listened to goodbye for now because it just makes me really sad that my favourite podded cast is over. I mean, good thing it's not now, but I still don't think I can make myself listen to it. I did put off MAG 200 for a while, and then when I actually did listen to it I immediately read Citrus' (CirrusGrey) fics about it.

Which, speaking of, it's season 5 time!!! Fuck dude it sure is! Not only a relisten, but a reread of all Citrus' fantastic fics!! YEAH!!! Ok, ok, ok, getting on with it now.

@a-mag-a-day

MARTIN You had- rum and raisin, and taught us all about emulsifiers.

He has the ice cream taste of a grandmother. Oh, also, funny story. So, we were getting ice cream, right, and I saw rum and raisin, and I got really upset, because Jon Sims had rum and raisin ice cream, and also the world ended. I don't- everything is a TMA reference with me, once someone asked me to open the door and I started laughing, because Jon Sims opened a door.

It's... very... odd.

JONAH MAGNUS (AS ELIAS) Knock knock.

Killing and maiming. I hate him so much. Die. Fucking die.

JONAH He didn’t have to. Nothing escapes my notice, and I like to keep an eye out for this sort of thing.

This guy is COMICALLY evil. like, not only does he end the world, but he ruins a cake surprise? why is he such a bastard?

ARCHIVIST Uh- thirty-eight.

HE JUST ADDED TEN YEARS ONTO HIS AGE HE'S SO FUCKING STUPID <3

TIM, SASHA, MARTIN (Crosstalk) -Jon. JONAH (Crosstalk) -Archivist.

WHY??? Literally, like, why, why, why is he like this, why, why??? Why did he do that? Why is he such an asshole? Why.

Why.

why.

ARCHIVIST If I wish for you all to go away, do you think it’ll work?

WHY ARE WE GETTING HIT WITH THE DRAMATIC IRONY BUS? WHY? "If I wish for you all to go away, do you think it'll work" STOP NO, WHY, WHYYYY...

it just makes me really sad.

ARCHIVIST I can’t tell you.

Your honour I am holding him gently.

JONAH He wished for a little bit of peace and quiet.

It's one thing to manipulate someone into ending the world, it's quite another to SHARE THEIR WISH? Dude. Why is he like this? This does nothing for him? He has taken one of Jon's only happy memories from working at the hell that's called an archive and twisted it into "oh boy, look at all that pain." For no fucking reason except to be evil. Killing and murder.

MARTIN Oh! Uh, (slight laugh) I mean- I don’t- normally- drink wine, you know- t-tannins are a proven headache trigger, and so-

Ooh! Fun fact! Rooibos tea has low tannin compared to other tea, therefore, Martin drinks rooibos tea, I make the rules.

TIM Oh! Yeah! I- just thought it might be nice, you know, something to look back on when we’re all old and sick of each other.

WHY. WHY. WHY.

"When we're all old and sick of each other" THEYRE NEVER GONNA GET OLD AND SICK OF EACH OTHER THEYRE ALL GOING TO DIE. THEYRE ALREADY DEAD AND THEY DONT EVEN KNOW IT. IM GOING TO CRY NOW.

ARCHIVIST (Crosstalk) (Under his breath) Oh, hypocrite.

I hate that it sounds friendly, like they're getting annoyed at each other in a friendly way, that Jon is friends with Tim and Sasha. Hate it. So much. Headinhands.

TIM (Crosstalk) Alright, alright, fine, look. I’m turning it off. Any last words for your future selves? ARCHIVIST Yes. Fire Tim!

ARHRRHGGGHGH </3

[Pause with clothing rustles]

CLOTHING RUSTLES!!!!! 🏳️‍🌈

ARCHIVIST It’s not- (struggling) you’re not the one who ended the world. (Archivist breath shows he’s close to tears)

Oh my god leave me alone. Stop it! Stop it!! It's just. Like. Christ. Oh my god. Oh my god. I can't even word properly, I just want to give him a hug, I just want him to be okay. Fuck, dude.

Why's jonny such a good voice actorrrr :(

MARTIN Are we still safe? ARCHIVIST Y-Yes. It- It doesn’t want to harm me. MARTIN And me? ARCHIVIST I won’t let it.

I like the way Jon's voice is in the "it doesn't want to harm me." Like it's sort of vaguely hysterical.

ARCHIVIST I’m just- I’m mourning a world I killed- MARTIN (Placating) I know- ARCHIVIST (Increasingly fervent) and we’re all trapped in its rotting corpse!-

I like this bit a lot. I think it's neat. I'm gay and I like rot. I need to read... what was it, thirteen stories I think? That's got the rot. I like the rot. 10/10 on the rot. Like hnmmn what Jane Prentiss says about the dead god, a world that was alive, was sentient, now dead, rotting with maggots and flies all over it, flesh squishy and yielding but also firm at the same time like a bruised apple, trapped on an actually dead corpse of a world.

That would be neat!!

ARCHIVIST Can you imagine? If we’d had this? MARTIN But we didn’t though, did we. ARCHIVIST No— MARTIN So there’s no point in dwelling.

ooOOOoooh title drop

but also... </3 like he could have kept them. he could have not done that. he could have not put the fucking solution to everything right after it becomes moot.

stabbing.

ARCHIVIST Healthy? I am an Avatar of voyeuristic terror, who unquestioned craving for knowledge has condemned the entire world to an eternity of torment; healthy i-isn’t- i,it’s not

I've written this so much on like every test, it lives in my mind rent free, it's hhnrnhrnnh holding it gently <3 like i don't even know what to say, this is a far cry from the whole mag 160 thing where it lived in my head rent free and so does a lot of words about it, here it's just... a lot of reaction images.

ARCHIVIST Why not? It- It’s quiet, here, and I have you.

ARHGHHGHHH

<333

ARCHIVIST No, it’s- I love you, I just— I need more time.

headinhands (good)

AND ALRIGHT CITRUS' FIC FOR TODAY IS SEVEN SLEEPS! WHICH I REALLY LIKE IT AND ITS JUST LIKE ITS JUST LIKE I KNEW WHAT I WAS SIGNING UP FOR, I KNEW WHAT THE OUTCOME WOULD BE, I KNEW WHAT WOULD HAPPEN. and like the whole bloody season it's just like it's just :( CITRUS ::::(((

read it. it's so good.

#this is a ramble #tma #mag 161 #landscaping-your-mind-chapter-one #a mag a day

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boozuru · 1 year

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Ghostic - Exorcism 4

⇠ chapter select ⇢

(NOT JP PROOFED)

Season: Autumn

Yuzuru: Strange... Why was everyone gone from the practice room?

I thought for sure that they would continue practice, but clearly that is not the case. Was there a change in plans while I was resting?

I cannot contact anyone either, I’m worried.

Maybe they are unable to use their phones - like for example if they were in a different practice room… even though I checked and they weren’t.

…

Could it be that something is happening at the haunted house...?

No, surely not… But that is the only reasoning I can come up with.

I hope everyone is well…

This sound...

...A call from Young Master?

I’m so glad. Young Master, where are you right now? I checked the practice room, but saw no one, so I’ve just been wandering around ES.

???: "..."

Yuzuru: Young Master, can you hear me? Young Master?

???: "..."

Yuzuru: The call... ended...?

Oh goodness… Did something happen to him…!?

I'll come over right away... Please stay safe!

Tori: ...

Yuzuru: Young Master! Young Master....! Please, stay with me!

Oh, what is happening... If I had been more cautious about the haunted house, this wouldn't have happened...!

Eichi: So you're here too now, Yuzuru.

Yuzuru: Eichi-sama... Something is wrong with Young master. Please call an ambulance!

Eichi: Actually, I would like you to calm down and listen to what happened.

Yuzuru: …?

Eichi: While you were resting, we were doing our last rehearsal for the haunted house -- AKA, "ceremonial groundbreaking".

Something strange happened in the middle of it, you see. The staff here also reported strange things happening.

Yuzuru: Strange things...?

Eichi: Yeah. I was starting to suspect something, and asked the construction contractor to look into the cause.

And when they did, some scary facts came up.

Just like you said, there was something yet unknown lurking in the haunted house.

I only now learned of this. Please, listen to me carefully.

Yuzuru: Y-yes...

Eichi: The truth is-

Wataru: -Amazing! Who would have expected that the building materials in the ES Haunted House had properties that disrupt radio waves!

Yuzuru: ....What?

H-Hibiki-sama, where were you hiding?

And what do you mean by disrupting radio waves, I don't...

Eichi: It's true. I, the supervisor, will explain it to you.

Just like I've told you guys before, the haunted house is using eco-friendly building materials, but...

It doesn't allow radio waves to go through itself.

After using our poltergeist mechanic, it seems like for a while it caused special electromagnetic interference because of crosstalk.

The contractor said that there had been tests on how the building materials affect human bodies, but they didn't realise to look into how it would affect electronics.

As a result, there were disturbances in smartphone calls, along with silent calls and seemingly private number calls.

Wataru: And now, since we had some spare time during the contractor's research, we wanted to practice our expressions for Ghostic Treat House, resulting in our current “dead eye pratice” just now.

This is a theatre technique called Greek chorus ♪ Mr. Butler, was this your first time seeing it in practice? (As the loanword for Greek chorus is コロス, korosu, which is a homophone with the verb "to kill", Wataru might be making a distasteful pun, but that's just a theory rather than something outright confirmed. It's in-character for him to talk about theatre though, and the chorus in this scenario means him and Eichi.)

Yuzuru: …Erm, in all honesty, I have not digested all this information yet.

But, does this mean that Young Master losing his consciousness was just…

Tori: ...Ehehe.

Hey, did I scare you? Up till now, I’ve just been acting!

You really fell for it, didn’t you Yuzuru~? If you get scared by the haunted house cast too, then it might get so bad for you that you can’t sleep tonight~?

Yuzuru: …

Tori: Yuzuru? Wait, did I actually worry you…?

Yuzuru: I’m fine. Now it feels like all of my concerns have been answered. I’ve had to do some light pondering to figure out things.

The truth is, when I went to retrieve Young Master’s phone last night, there were many calls from a private number.

When I tried to call back, no one picked up. I thought it was highly unusual.

Tori: So that’s what happened… I’m sorry, it must have scared you.

I think it was Hibiki-senpai calling to try and make it easier to find, but due to radio wave interference things got weird on your end.

Yuzuru: Don’t apologize. The fault lies with me for the misunderstanding. If anything, I’m perfectly calm now that all questions have been answered.

I can now wholeheartedly believe that ghosts and psychic phenomena don’t exist in this world… That is enough to make me incredibly happy ♪

Tori: Okay…?

But seriously, I’m glad. That you feel better now.

We should be able to restart practice soon, right? ♪

Yuzuru: Yes. The humble Fushimi Yuzuru shall guide everyone into the world of ghosts.

I believe that there’s a good expression I can now make precisely because I know fear on a personal level… ♪

#ghostic

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apollos-boyfriend · 7 months

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translation + transcript of roier and cellbit's conversation - 10/18/23

note: i am not a fluent spanish speaker. i can understand it pretty well, but there may still be some issues with the translation of some of roier’s lines! i apologize in advance. this conversation starts at 03:08:45 of cellbit's vod, and goes until they warp to bagi's house.

C: What do you have outside of the island?

R: Huh?

C: What do you have outside of the island?

R: What do you-what do I have outside the island?

C: (crosstalk) What do you have-yes.

R: Outside of the island . . . uh, I don’t remember. I don’t remember. Do you remember?

C: Yeah. But the things I can remember . . . I wish I could forget them.

R: (pause) Why?

C: Because they’re terrible things.

R: You were-you were in prison.

C: And before that, too.

R: Before that? What happened? Were you a robber or something? Did you say “pasa tudo”? And that’s why you’re in prison? Well, were. No?

C: It was worse than that.

R: Worse than that? What’s the worst thing you did?

C: I don’t know how many people I’ve killed.

R: You’ve killed a lot of people?

C: I didn’t have a choice. It was for survival.

R: Hm . . .

C: They were games . . . I don’t know why they existed. Just . . . it was 100 people fighting against each other . . . and when I killed all of them, a new game began, and I had to kill all of them, and a new game began, and I had to kill all of them. I only had myself. And . . . my desperation to survive.

R: (crosstalk) So you were in some games that required you to kill a lot of people?

C: Yeah. When I was thirteen.

R: Thirteen?

C: I don’t remember anything before then. But . . .

R: Was that why you got imprisoned? Or was it something else?

C: (pause) The-there’s a blank in my memory between the prison and the games.

R: Hm . . . you don’t remember.

C: (crosstalk) But I don’t-that’s not a place I want to explore. But before all of that, I don’t remember. But someone does. Someone on this island remembers.

R: Someone on this island remembers?

C: Before everything.

R: Bagi-

C: (interrupting) Yeah.

R: Told me. It’s Bagi?

C: What did she tell you?

R: Because-ah, now you want to know. Look, Bagi told me stuff about you. She came up to me all worried because she thought you were angry at her. Is that true?

C: No. Not with her.

R: (crosstalk) Right. Not with her, okay.

C: Has someone ever robbed you?

R: Yes.

C: Have you ever felt that emptiness and that loss when something is taken from you that you can never get back?

R: Of course.

C: When I look at her, that’s all I feel.

R: Of course, because it’d been a long time that-that you hadn’t seen her, of course. I have-I have one question. She’s-she’s your sister, right?

C: (pause) It looks like it.

R: Perfect. This is what she told me. So, you’d never seen her before?

C: I never had-I don’t remember her. I don’t remember anything before the games.

R: So . . . look, she told me that she spoke to you about that, and she felt that you were angry with her. But you’re not angry with her. You just feel empty that she looks and reminds you of all that lost time, no?

C: Exactly. And it’s not just that.

R: Not just that?

C: So much has been happening, guapito. I can’t take it anymore.

R: Ah, okay, I see. It’s a lot of shit. I know it’s a lot of shit, I know it’s a lot of shit. But we’re together. We’re together, and that’s all that matters, you know? While we’re together, we can win. No?

C: (pause) I just wish . . .

R: (pause) What’s wrong?

C: (sighs) You’re right. We’re together, and that’s what matters. (pause) I’m going to-I’m going to speak with her. Guapito.

R: Yes?

C: I don’t know what’s going to happen to me.

R: How do you not know what’s going to happen to you?

C: Everything that happened yesterday . . .

R: Okay.

C: If it wasn’t orchestrated by the Federation, they must know for a fact that I was the one that led everyone there.

R: And you think they’re going to silence you, or something like that?

C: It-it’s the only thing-it’s what they always do. At any moment.

R: If they silence you or lock you up or what have you, I’ll look for you until I find you. I won’t stop, okay? Don’t worry. If something happens, I’ll chase after you.

C: And I’ll wait for you. If that’s the case

R: Okay. Just like we did the first time, remember? With your white streak. Remember asshole, I found you. We all did.

C: I hope that they don’t ruin my hair again.

R: No no no, imagine you keep your all-white hair, and you’re a bear or something this time. What do you think?

C: No, no, no way. That’s where I draw the line, that’s where I draw the line (laughs)

R: They’ll make you a furry. No, no, no, no, say it ain’t so.

C: Anything but that.

R: Oh! Wait a second. What’s up, tiny Cellbit? Uh, what was I going to say? So, uh, you and your sister? It’ll be okay. You don’t have to feel empty anymore. You’ve felt lost all this time, right?

C: Yes. Every day, when I wake up.

R: You can’t get back that time, right?

C: (pause) Exactly.

R: But there’s a lot of time-we have all the time in the world.

C: We do.

R: (crosstalk) Good!

C: We all have the time in the world.

R: Now, asshole. Now, asshole. So-so, she tells me, all worried, she comes up to me all worried over your relationship. Because she told me she spent a long time searching for you, and that when you were in prison, she enlisted with the police, or something like that. So, I’d suggest that we talk to her, and explain why you feel this way. Why you feel so sad because you don’t want to see her, you know? I understand that you feel like you lost-you lost so much time, but I feel like you should still be with her. Because she’s your sister. She’s your sister, and you deserve to be together, because nothing can change that she’s your sister. Even with all the lost time, in the end, you can still regain all that time, you know? You don’t have to lose any more time. You understand?

C: You’re right. Uh, do you know where she is?

R: Uh, she’s at-she’s at . . . I have no fucking idea.

C: Come with me. Do you have the warp to her house?

R: Okay, let’s go!

C: I want to show you something.

#icarus speaks #qsmp translation #this one took me about 30 mins!#going to translate the full convo with bagi now ^^

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drakonfire12 · 2 years

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If you think Ukraine needs to make concession: watch the above clip. [To see the Tweet click here]

I started the recording at when Alexei Zhuravlyov was doing speaking that whole thing about doing Putin’s order to the letter (essentially). “It’s all written on paper.”

The first person in the clip takes about how Kissinger recommending Kyiv do concessions means that neither Kyiv or the West believes that the Ukrainian army can win.

In the second part, Adalby Shkagoshev essentially that Russia’s slowly but still making process (to be careful of the safety of their soldiers) and that if Ukraine doesn’t make concessions then the west will have problems.

In the 3rd part (where the clip I recorded starts) Zhuravlyov roleplays for the hypotheticals so it gets messy. But here’s my best attempt to directly translate (though the subtitles are fine it might help if you see it all fully written out:

Timestamp: 1:31-3:29

If you think you can give us something {gestures with hands here there} and we’ll be “oh, enough, we’re satisfied” {hands up, gesture for stop}…no, no. We started the special operation for one [goal] only - as our president said - ‘look, our conditions: security {gesture again of hands up as if walls}. If you don’t accept them, there will be a military-technical response.’ {slaps hands together in emphasis} Over there, read the paper, it’s all written there {points for emphasis}. Everything had to be written out there {gestures with one hand for emphasis} If you give us territory, saying you won’t hast over Crimea and that we’ll say {hands up again as if to say enough} “oh excellent” - no, no, no. {finger wagging to say no} No. [they] didn’t get it. They don’t even understand what they’re saying. But now it seems some leaders are starting to see things clearly. Yes, we’re moving slowly, but confidently. And everyone perfectly understands what’s at issue. (Crosstalk: “and everyone knows where we’re going”) Yes, right. Everyone knows where we’re going.(Crosstalk: “[they] guessed.”) They perfectly understand. “Let’s- let’s come up with something like Minsk II, but at least she [Ukraine] stays. She stays, we will load her with weapons this Ukraine, and again we’ll do, after say 5 years, for you some interesting process.” We aren’t as stupid as they imagine. We have entirely different goals. They will reckon with us-. Today, Americans say that ‘our national goals is international law.’ When, how to say, denazification and demilitarized of Ukraine is complete, well then you can regard us however you like. But we explain to you: “return frozen assets, here. Or there’ll be a military-technical response”. (Crosstalk: “Europe-“ )They’ll start to think, ‘maybe truly it will happen? And with them it will be.’ They can’t run away from it, it will happen, they will reckon with us, that’s the issue, it’s our sovereignty.

So in terms of what Zhuravlyov thinks “sovereignty” means is to do what you want (also FYI it’s also part of their list of reasons why they might use nukes, so I’m like pretty he’s threatening with nukes). But essentially the issue is that they could keep pushing till they do what Putin says (though as Timothy Snyder pointed out, Putin can just make up anything and Russia will go along with it).

#russian state media #Russo-Ukraine war #russo-Ukrainian war #idk what happened but I can’t edit from desktop so sorry for the formatting

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aeoki · 2 years

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Ghostic: Exorcism - Chapter 4

Location: ES Hallway Characters: Touri, Yuzuru, Eichi & Wataru

Yuzuru: That’s odd… The members of “fine” are not in the lesson room.

I thought they would be continuing to practice, but it seems it was a miscalculation on my part. Did the plans change while I was lying in bed?

I cannot reach them either. That’s worrying.

A situation where they cannot check their phones… Perhaps, practising in another lesson room, for example? But that doesn’t seem to be the case.

………

Could it be that something has happened at the “ES Haunted House”...?

No, that’s not possible… However, I can’t seem to think of anything else.

I hope they are all right…

This sound…

…A phone call from the Young Master?

Thank goodness. Young Master, where are you right now? I went to the lesson room but it was empty and I was just about to wander around ES.

???: “...........”

Yuzuru: Young Master, can you hear me? Young Master?

???: “...........”

Yuzuru: The call was hung up…?

Don’t tell me… Something has happened to him…!?

I shall head over immediately, Young Master… Please be all right!

< At the present. >

Touri: ………

Yuzuru: Young Master! Young Master…! Please wake up!

Ahh, how could this have happened… If I had regarded the “ES Haunted House” as a threat, this would not have happened…!

Eichi: I see you’re here, Yuzuru.

Yuzuru: Eichi-sama… There is something wrong with the Young Master. Please call an ambulance!

Eichi: About that… Please keep calm and listen to what I have to say.

Yuzuru: ………?

While you were resting, we decided to have a rehearsal for the “ES Haunted House” – in other words, a “purification ceremony”.

But something mysterious happened in the middle of it. I also received a report from the “ES Haunted House” staff that strange things were happening.

Yuzuru: Strange happenings…?

Eichi: Yeah. I didn’t really believe it, so I asked one of the construction workers to investigate.

And then the dreadful truth was discovered.

Just as you had said, strange and unknown things are happening in the “ES Haunted House”.

I just learnt the truth. I want you to listen to me carefully.

Yuzuru: Y-Yes…

Eichi: To tell you the truth–

Wataru: Amazing! The materials the “ES Haunted House” walls are built from have the special ability to distort radio signals!

Yuzuru: …I see.

H-Hibiki-sama, where were you hiding?

And what did you mean by the ability to distort radio signals…?

Eichi: Right. As the organiser, I’ll explain.

As I mentioned before, this “ES Haunted House” uses new eco-friendly materials.

But it also had the ability to cut off radio signals.

It seems after displaying the poltergeist trick, it caused a crosstalk and a radio signal accident for a short amount of time.

The workers said they had tested the effects of it on the human body, but they had no idea it would affect electrical devices as well.

As a result, it affected phones and caused silent calls as well as phone calls to be registered as unknown callers.

Wataru: And while we were waiting for the investigation to be finished, we decided to practise the expressions for “Ghostic Treat House” and tried to erase the life from our eyes.

In other words, it is an acting technique called “death” ♪ Was it your first time witnessing it, Mr Butler?

Yuzuru: …Umm, to be honest, I don’t completely understand everything.

But the reason why the Young Master appeared to be unconscious was that…

Touri: …Ehehe.

What do you think? Were you surprised? It was all an act!

You fell for it, right, Yuzuru~? At this rate, the staff from the “ES Haunted House” will give you a good scare and you won’t even be able to sleep at night~

Yuzuru: ………

Touri: Yuzuru? Don’t tell me you actually thought it was real…?

Yuzuru: No. It feels as if all the questions I had melted away. I was simply trying to process everything.

Actually, there were several unknown calls to your phone when I went to retrieve it last night.

There was no answer when I picked it up so I thought something odd was happening.

Touri: I see… Sorry for scaring you.

I think Hibiki-senpai must have called my phone to help you locate it, and weird things started happening because the radio signals were being cut off.

Yuzuru: No. I apologise for misunderstanding the situation. If anything, I feel relieved to see my doubts have been dispelled, so please don’t worry.

I can now firmly believe that things such as ghosts and psychic phenomena cannot exist in this world… Simply knowing that has made me regain my spirits ♪

Touri: Okay…?

But I’m glad to see you've returned to normal.

Looks like we can start our lessons again pretty soon ♪

Yuzuru: Yes. Though I may be incompetent, I, Yuzuru Fushimi, shall guide you all to the ghostly realm.

I believe there are expressions only I can make after experiencing such fear…♪

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piceuscelus · 2 years

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17, 20, 22, 25, 33, 40

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

uh so. none of my WIPs on this blog,,,, have any of that. it's just shallow depth porn all the way down, here. where i'm still keeping this and my main separate - if you know who i am, no you don't - well,,,, 🤐

(hera, if you want this info but about my main, which has shit like this, you specifically are allowed to ask in DMs lmfao)

20. If a witch offered you the choice between eternal happiness with your one true love and the ability to finally finish, perfect, and publish your dearest, darlingest, most precious WIP in exactly the way you’ve always imagined it — which would you choose? You can’t have both sorry, life’s a bitch

... option #2, pls. like, first of all, i don't even believe in "one true love" or "eternal happiness" as concepts, they're...well i won't write my whole thesis on nonmonogamy and toxic positivity here no one wants it lmao, but. i also like my husband and am pretty content in my relationship so like. let me finish my novel and make it perfect like i want and publish 😭

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

uhhhhhhh the writing Process? batshit. no organization to be found. it's fevered, sleep-deprived word vomiting or neurotic dot-point outlines all the way down here. as far as like, keeping track of WIPs - semi organized. i have folders for prompts vs. non-prompted stuff, if a series is big enough it gets its own folder, i have "finished" folders within each section so if something is already finished/posted i can yeet it in there and focus on unfinished stuff, etc. but like, it's not..........it's MY organization, and it's Messy by default. other people would probably cry looking at it.

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

oops once again i do not have that here, just on my main. (hera, same applies 😂)

33. Do you practice any other art besides writing? Does that art ever tie into your writing, or is it entirely separate?

ye!!! i draw too, amongst a bunch of artsy-crafty hobbies. i don't have any like, magnificent talent like our dear hera here does - but i'm not terrible. once i'm no longer doing the "if you know me no you don't" stuff, i may cross post some of my stuff :D

as far as tying into my writing - it's usually pretty separate. usually if it ties in at all, i make related art long after a fic has been written, if i do it at all.

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.

hm. once again with extreme feeling, if you know who i am no you do not. but, under a cut because this is already long, have one of my favorite poems i've ever written about fandom (cw for pandemic mentions):

there is love here hidden at the crosstalk center of pandemic statistics and the rise of casual fascism of a world on fire and drowning all at once

there are tiny blooming flower buds of peace of resistance of safety of humor of anger and hurt of the strength to not be okay, just for a little while to be okay, even if it feels entirely futile

the concept of transformative work has always been made small by the people who don’t understand that the operative word is transformative not work

transformative work transformative art transformative concept transformative community

community, community, community a concept not dead and not buried but transformed.

migrating from place to place to survive from settlements to villages to towns to cities to neighborhoods to churches to coffee shops to prisons to bars to libraries to comic book stores to the binary code stringing together continents invisible waves of power that connect coffee shops to churches to prisons to libraries and me to the kind of family I have always ached for

because here at the eye of a storm so much bigger than any single person could comprehend much less withstand

there is love and resistance and peace and anger and humor and hurt and safety and strength and positivity and support and tears and rage and discomfort here at the intersection of a world on fire with the one we’ve created for ourselves

a community and a family created through happenstance and rabid desperation to live to live, to live, to live to love when it feels like there may be none left.

#celus speaks #celus writes #dead dove #dead dove: do not eat #ask game answer #hera i love you so much

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