Yes guys, it’s finally here! The first part our very first episode of Gravity Falls Deep Woods is finally up, so go and enjoy it! Part 2 is coming, although we do not know exactly when, but it will happen!
“Not weed… Real smoking… Crystal… Weed is an asshole’s drug. Real men smoke meth. That separates the men from the boys… Weed? Weed is for hobbyists. Give me an addict any day. Weed? Weed. I’d rather suck cock than smoke weed… And I’ve done both.”
If the words spoken between you and me made a song, what would your favorite melody be? Even if the world suddenly changed overnight, with you around, we can sing the duet; neither complicated reality nor unforeseeable scenario ever scare us, as long as we stay together - I’d rather lose the light illuminating my life or dreams filling my mind than lose you.
If the time you and I spend together became a song, I would play a little sad note: because happiness prefers friendly people. (…)
Carrying you, carrying both of us; colorfully played melody runs through the air. Carrying further, carrying our hearts, joining to become one - not yet time to end, it’s a never-ending duet.
WE DO knot ALWAYS LOVE YOU Part 6 Full Translation.
edit: doi I forgot to write the title properly.
6th sector - Ryotei* “The safflower”.
(*A fancy traditional Japanese restaurant)
In Eastern end of the 6th sector, there is a block of noble residences standing in a row.
The head of the Kuchiki clan - one of the four noble families - have for generations, shouldered the responsibility of squad 6 captain, the squad building for that division exists in the 6th sector, and the Kuchiki clan are purveyors of various long standing shops that are lined up side by side there too. For that reason, nobles wishing for fine quality goods all set up residence here, the common soldiers have dubbed this wealthy sector “Kizokugai (Noble city)”.
“Hey Yamada… Is this really the right place!?”
The 4th division’s vice captain Kiyone Kotetsu asked Yamada Hanataro, the third seat of the same squad, who was concealed behind her as they walked.
“It’s a prime location, it should be right….but….”
Hanataro timidly followed Kiyone whilst checking the electronic correspondence that he received from Kuchiki Rukia, many times over.
As they passed through bamboo thickets and advanced on a straight gravel covered road, the Sukiyamon* (*Sukiya architecture style gate) came into view. Before the lattice door there was beautifully brushed lettering that said “The safflower” and paper covered lamps cast a soft light on its surroundings.
“Th… This is the place…. isn’t it… ”
“We’re already late for the get together, there’s nothing we can do but go in.”
Here is the synopsis of the greatest opera to bless this planet
St Petersburg. Kovalev, a Collegiate Assessor is being shaved by Ivan Yakovlevich (a barber). He is one of Yakovlevich’s regular customers.
The next morning, Yakovlevich finds a nose in his bread. His wife, believing he has cut off one of his customers’ noses, requests him to dispose of it. He tries to dispose of it in the street, but is foiled by running into people he knows, then he throws it into the Neva River, but he is seen by a police officer and taken away for questioning. Meanwhile Kovalyov wakes and finds his nose missing. His first reaction is disbelief, then shock, and he sets out to find it. He later sees his nose praying in the Kazan Cathedral, now the size of a human being. Since the nose has acquired a higher rank (State Councillor) than he, it refuses to have any dealings with him, and leaves.
In his search, Kovalyov finds himself at the Chief of Police’s apartment, but he is not at home. Next he visits the newspaper office to place an advertisement about the loss of his nose, where they are dealing with a missing dog. After explaining his loss, his request is refused on the grounds of the newspaper’s reputation. Upon demonstrating his loss, the clerk suggests he tell his story. Kovalyov feels insulted and leaves.
He returns to his apartment, where his servant is playing the balalaika, he dismisses him and wallows in self-pity.
The police take up the search. A group of policemen are at a railway station, in order to prevent the nose from escaping, where an inspector rallies them. The nose runs in and tries to stop the train, and a general pursuit ensues, resulting in its capture. The nose is then beaten into its normal size, wrapped and returned to Kovalyov by the inspector, but Kovalyov is unable to reattach it. Nor can a doctor. He then suspects that he has been placed under a spell by a woman called Madame Podtochina, because he would not marry her daughter. He writes to ask her to undo the spell, but she misinterprets the letter as a proposal to her daughter. She convinces him that she is innocent. In the city, crowds fuelled by rumours gather in search of the nose till the police restore order.
Kovalyov wakes up with his nose reattached, and dances a polka in joy. Yakovlevich has been released from prison and arrives to shave him.”
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Summary: Just another day on the Enterprise… or is it? When the reader and Dr. McCoy bump into each other in Medbay, it’s clear that something is going on. The whole crew seems to be coming in complaining of feeling lightheaded, when the unthinkable happens. The question is though, why is this happening? That’s what the reader wants to find out!
Edit: I apologize I’m not good at summaries.
Need to know: Limited foul language. [Y/N] = your name. [Y/L/N] = your last name.
“Don’t worry [Y/N] Bones is going to take good care of you!” Captain James T. Kirk said dragging you along by your good arm.
“Jim for the last time I told you I’m fine,” you pleaded trying to get out of going to the med-bay.
“Yeah right. When Mr. Scott has to request a Captain’s escort to get you to the med-bay we know something’s up.”
“Yea remind me to deal with that later,” you mumbled. You had been in the engineering room for all of ten minutes to deliver a message to Scotty when some stupid test had gone wrong causing an explosion. A piece of shrapnel aimed right for your face fortunately had been blocked by your arm. Bad news, it left a scary looking bruise and most likely a sprained arm. Everyone else got away with minor scrapes and bruises. Just your luck that you’d be the one to get sent to med-bay.
“You know Jim I could always…” You started, attempting and failing to pull away from him.
“No [Y/N]. Just stop you’re going to med-bay. We both know Bones would kill me if I didn’t make sure you arrived there.”
“Or you could just tell him I’m fine cause I am…” you suggested reluctantly. Your heart was pounding. Not only did you not want to face McCoy, you had an irrational fear of doctors offices. Kirk stopped a second to look at you, rolled his eyes, then continued walking taking you with him.
“Have you not seen your arm?” Kirk said.
“Jim please!” You pleaded, but he wasn’t having it. Before long you were stopped outside the med-bay doors.
“Are you going to go inside yourself or do I have to walk you to Bones too?” Jim asked staring you down. You scowled back at him, trying to show him he couldn’t push you around like this. It didn’t work, his stare was so full of serenity and concern that you walked through the med-bay doors in defeat. As the doors slid closed you caught a bemused smirk slide across Kirk’s face.
To your surprise, the med-bay was full of patients. Men and Women were scattered across waiting room chairs. Many of them clenching their heads and leaning them down between their knees. Reluctantly, you walked over to the one empty chair in the waiting room. For a while you went unnoticed. You watched the nurses shuffling around to different patients, many of them stumbling as they did so. Finally one came over to you with a clipboard.
“Name?” She asked sickeningly sweet.
“Err [Y/L/N] [Y/N]. Look if this is a bad time I can come back later I’m not-”
“Nonsense dear! Just wait a moment and we’ll bring you right back.” Said the nurse before shuffling away. After a couple minutes, a new nurse came over to walk you back to the examination room. Sitting you up on the exam table he briefly checked you over and asked some questions.
“The doctor will be right with you,” he said walking towards the exit.
“Are there any other doctors in today besides Dr. McCoy? I’d really like to-” but before you could finish your question he slammed the door shut. For several minutes you anxiously awaited the arrival of the doctor. To your dismay, Dr. Leonard McCoy came walking in looking down at his clipboard.
“Alright sweetheart what seems to be the prob-” looking up to see you he paused. “Thank god,” he said walking over to embrace you in a warm hug. It wasn’t the reaction you were expecting. “This place has been loaded all day. It’s good to see a familiar face.” Then the realization hit of why you were there.
“What the hell did you do this time?” He asked anxious. This is what you were worried about. Your natural curiosity of things led you to be quite accident prone. Thanks to this you had become very familiar with the med-bay and the good doctor. Though every time you ended up hurt, he always became overly concerned with your health.
“Leonard I’m fine,” you tried to assure him, but worry was plastered all over his face.
“Let me see,” he said glancing at your arm. Reluctantly you lifted it for him to look at. Gently McCoy rolled up your blue sleeve to examine the injury. The bruise had now turned a nasty shade of dark purple. Your arm had also began to swell up from your wrist to your elbow.
“Fine my ass,” McCoy mumbled. Shuffling in his pocket he pulled out his tricorder and began to scan your arm. As he carefully moved the machine over your arm you studied his face. There was something off about him. In the recent months Dr. Leonard McCoy had filled a special place in your heart. You knew him better than anyone and he you. Eyebrows knit together he intensely studied the reading on the tricorder.
“Well good news is your arms not broken,” he sighed. “It’s just a strain. A wrap and some ice will fix you right up.”
Walking over to a small freezer, McCoy pulled out an ice-pack to give you. When the door to your room creaked open. A nurse poked her head in through the door.
“Sorry to interrupt,” she said. “But we’ve got another one doctor.” There was a moment of silence. McCoy nodded to the nurse signaling he’d be there in a minute and she left the room.
“I’ll be right back,” he told you. “Keep that ice on the swelling.” Before you could reply he rushed out of the room. Worry began to fuel you about what could be keeping him so busy. Something was causing a dangerous influx of patients into the med-bay. After several long minutes, McCoy finally reentered the room.
“Is everything alright?” You asked worried. His face was beginning to turn a ghostly pale. Ignoring your question he went to grab a bandage for your arm.
“Leonard,” you said. It was now your turn to show concern for him.
“I’m sorry [Y/N]. I’m fine. I’m just a bit preoccupied. People have been coming in feeling faint and light headed and we’ve just had two people pass out for unexplained reasons. All day I’ve been running over hell's’ half acre. There that should hold it.” You didn’t realize it happened, but your arm was now well wrapped up.
“Thank you,” you smiled at him. McCoy gave you a half hearted smile back. Beads of sweat had now formed on his face. He grew paler than you thought possible. Swaying, he placed a hand on your knee to regain his balance.
“Leo,” you said frightened. Closing his eyes he placed a hand to his forehead. Then stood for a moment rubbing his head.
“Leo,” you said again beginning to rise off the patient table. Within a second his eyes rolled back. You watched in horror as his body went limp. Jumping from the table you instinctively threw your hurt arm behind his head to support it. With a crash the two of you fell onto the floor. Relief filled you to see McCoy was breathing, but he laid motionless with his eyes shut. Throwing your arm behind his head had given him enough support to prevent him smacking it on the ground. As you rose to try and further help, a piercing pain shot through your arm. It wasn’t broken earlier, but it sure was now.