Hello and welcome to ‘I spent my Spanish class reading the Wiki page on foxes in Japanese folklore’ and ‘I am obsessed with Trixx because she’s adorable and also I love Alya’!! Lila is that you. Been a while since I’ve drawn a full body digitally wow. Traditional art is still a lot easier for me.
Messing around with brushes and coloring and design.
Kurt has never experienced snow. This leads him to do something very stupid. ~3000 words (which was a mistake tbh), G, fluff and h/c and more fluff.
Blaine spread his arms and inhaled deeply, enjoying a rare day of Fall warmth in Ohio.
He then almost got dive-bombed by a migrating goose.
“Whoa! Not today, buddy,” he said from the shelter of a nearby shrub. “It’s too nice out for that.”
Once the goose stopped rustling through the branches of the shrub and flew off to reunite with its herd, Blaine emerged, grateful the motion of the branches hadn’t caused him to get pricked by any of the leaves. He’d seen the Big People barely even flinch when they accidentally got jabbed by one of the bushes, but for someone his size, a wound from a pricker bush could do some serious damage.
Blaine started heading for the edge of the Dalton grounds, where the woods were a little less well-maintained than they were at the front of the stately building. There were usually mushrooms growing in the more wild area, and he and his band were in need of a little more food in their stores before the winter hit. They should be safe, but after Trent had heard one of the students say an early snowstorm might be on its way, the Warblers knew they couldn’t be too careful.
“I hope the geese didn’t eat every - oh, good!” he said, clapping his hands together a couple of times when he reached the mushroom patch and saw that there was still plenty of food to be had. He started picking the mushrooms that looked small enough to carry yet big enough to be worth eating when he heard movement from behind him and whirled around to see-
“Question,” Tony groaned as he dropped his pack. “Here we go,” McGee muttered, making Ziva smirk. “Do all illegal blood banks keep a log coded with Star Wars references?” Ziva arched a brow. “I thought you enjoyed movies.” “I do,” he replied quickly, “It’s just…you need variety. Why stick to just one? And why make them so obscure…” “They’re fans, DiNozzo,” Gibbs stated while strolling into the squad room, “It’s in their DNA.”
Tony chuckled while looking over to McGee. The man just rolled his eyes. Gibbs smirked, but for a different reason. Ziva had just finished packing up for the day, ready to go home. McGee was nearly done as well.
“Good night everyone,” Ziva called out. “Mind holding the door for me?” Tim asked, zipping up a pocket. She smiled. “Sure.”
The pair left together as Tony remained seated at his desk. He was staring at his monitor’s picture of him and Y/N, his girlfriend. She had been deployed for the last sixth months. Maybe he’d call her tonight; see how she’s doing. Gibbs looked over at him. He let out a sigh.
“Go home, DiNozzo,” he instructed, “Get some sleep.” “I…I will, boss,” he replied half-heartedly. Gibbs stared at him for a moment. “Then go.”
He shot his gaze up to see a smiling boss. He knit his brows in confusion. After a moment, Tony packed up his stuff. He gave a small smile to Gibbs and a half wave.
“Tell Y/N I say hello,” he told Tony. The man chuckled. “If she answers, I will.” Gibbs smirked. “She’ll answer.” Tony eyed the man for a moment. “Thanks boss.”
Summary: Being on the run was always hard, but being on the run while the dead walk the earth, was even harder. Melinda and her daughter have been running for what it seems like forever. They’ve been running from a psychopath that would slaughter anyone in his path to have them back.
One day, they finally manage to escape his grabs. Melinda try’s to build a life for her and her daughter, while being on the road alone. A life that is short lived when they run into a man that wields a baseball bat, cover in barbwire. A man that is know as Negan, the leader of The Saviors.
Will Negan be another psychopath that Melinda and her daughter have to escape from? Will Negan be the savior he claims to be and aid them? Only time would till, if Negan is an angel or another devil in disguise.
I always hated this part. I plunge the knife into my side, twisting it around as it went in deep. I took a deep breath as I pulled the knife out. I reach in and took a hold of the tracker. I pulled it out and stay it on the floor, I would smash it, but he would know soon as I did.
I grabbed my lighter and heated up my knife, till it was red hot. I put it to my opened wound, causing myself to let out silent groans. I took deep breaths as I kept it there till the wound was seal shut.
I got some water and cleaned it off and patch myself up. I took off my blooding clothes and put fresh ones on. I went to my daughter’s room and got her up. We packed two duffel bags with our clothes and some of our personal belongings. The backpack I was carrying, I put in all the food, drinks, and weapons. We slowing made our way pass the bathroom, where he was in taking a shower.
We headed up the steps and pass the traps he set up, the traps that were met to keep us in. We got to the top floor and went to the straight to the front door he had a keypad lock on. I use my knife to pop the cover off and started messing with the wires. I was able to get the door opened and we headed out to into the night.
It was dark and cloudy, then the moon begin to shine bright causing the night to lit up. I don’t know who to thank, the gods or nature for aiding us in our gateway.
But either one, I thank them all. The moonlight allowed us to see where we were going. So we were able to avoid the traps he had set for both the living and the dead. We slowing made our way through and got to the clearing that he hadn’t yet set up traps at.
Before we could take another step, I started hearing twigs snapping from behind us. It wasn’t from a walker, it was from him. We both started running through the clearing and into the next set of trees.
“Run baby. Run.” I yelled as I kept pushing me and my daughter to keep going.
“Mommy I can’t. My feet are tired.” She said to me as she started slowing down.
“No baby.” I said, pushing her from behind. “We can’t slow down now. I need you to keep going baby.”
“But mommy.” She said as she tripped over a log and we both went down. “Mommy. Mommy.” She started to cry as she laid on the ground.
I dropped the duffel bags and scooped her up in my arms. I took off running as fast as I could. I kept wanting to slow down every time I felt my legs burning and when my breathing got heavier, but I knew I couldn’t. I knew the road was just up ahead and maybe, just maybe I can find someone or something to help us.
“MELINDA!” I can hear him yelling for me as he quicken his pace. “MELINDA! STOP NOW!”
“Mommy he’s coming.” She said as we reach the road, that was a four intersection. “Mommy.”
“I know baby. I know” I said, looking around to see which way to go. I looked down the road and spotted a car. “There.”
I took off running down the road and got to the car. I sat her down as I picked the lock to the door. I got it open and put her inside, and got in. I locked the doors and started pulling the wires out to hot wire the car.
“Melinda!” He yelled as he started trying to get the doors open. “Open the fucken door now!”
“Mommy.” She said as she started to cry. “Mommy”
“It’s going to okay baby. Just close your eyes and cover your ears.” I said as I kept working on the wires.
“Sweetie look at daddy. Please don’t cry, okay sweetie? I’m not mad so don’t be scare of daddy.” He said, trying his best to calm down. “I just want to talk to mommy, that’s all sweetheart. So open the door for daddy so I can talk to mommy. Alright sweetie? Just unlock the door and we can all go back home.”
“No!” She yelled “Your going to hurt mommy again.”
“Sweetie I love mommy and I would never hurt her on purpose. What I do to mommy is to help her. You both need to see that sweetheart. I’m helping mommy evolve into someone like me. Just like I’m going to help you evolve to someone like me.” He said smiling.
“You will not fucken touch her!” I yelled as I grabbed her and shoved down between the dashboard and the front seat. “Stay down and cover your ears baby.” She cover her ears as I kept trying to get the wires to connect. “Come on. Come on.”
“Your not leaving me again!” He yelled as he started trying to break the glass. “You hear me! You chose me Melinda! You chose me!” The glass started to crack. “We have something special and you can’t deny that Melinda! You are mine!”
The CD player came on as I mess with the wires. I turned the music up full blast and started messing with the wires again. The music drowned out his yelling but also draw walkers to us. I could see a few coming out of the woods as he backed away and took his knife out. He started killing the walkers as I kept working on the wires.
“Got it!” I said, as the wires connected and the car started. “Hold on baby!” I turned off the music and stepped on the gas.
I looked in the review mirror and I can see him running after the car for a bit, but he gave up and stood in the road.
“MELINDA! YOU CAN’T DENY US! WE HAVE SOMETHING SPECIAL! YOU KNOW THAT! I WILL FIND YOU! YOU HEAR ME! I WILL FIND YOU! He yelled as we took off down the road.
Few Weeks Later….
“Mommy look what I found.” She said and I turned around to see her riding a scooter around the storage unit place we found. “Now I can keep up with you mommy.”
“That’s good baby. Here’s a helmet.” I said, as she stopped and I put it on here. “Safety first.”
“Mommy.” She said looking up at me. “Is daddy going to find us again?” I kneel down a front of her. “Like he always does?”
“No baby” I said, smiling as I touch her face. “Mommy took the tracker out so daddy can’t find us. Come here.” I pulled her close and gave her a tight hug. “Daddy won’t find us as long as we stay on the move okay? We just need to keep moving.”
“Okay mommy.” She said, hugging me tight.
“What do we fucken have here boys?” A man said in the distance.
I moved us both up against the storage unit and looked down the row.
I saw a group of men standing by trucks, just outside of the gate. One of the men stood out from the rest, he had to be their leader. He was a older man, salt and pepper bread, average size and tall. He was wearing a leather jacket and had a baseball bat cover in bare wire.
“Looks like we fucken hit the mother fucken jackpot today.” He said, smiling as he place the bat on his shoulders. “Will boys, don’t just fucken stand there with your fucken dicks in your hands. Get your asses in there and collect my shit.”
Almost twenty or so men came in through the gate, all with guns on them. They started splitting up as they went down the rows of the units. The man with the bat started whistling as him and another man slowing made their way towards us.
"Mommy.“ She said looking up at me. “What are we going to do?”
"Come on.” I said taking the scooter and closing it up, then handing it back to her. I picked up and put her in my shoulders. “Climb baby.”
She put the scooter on top of the unit and grabbed the edge of it. She started climbing and got on top the the storage unit. I moved back and ran towards the unit. I used one foot to push me up higher so I can grab the edge of the unit. I pulled myself up and single her to stay low and quite.
We could hear the men searching the units around us. I heard whistling coming down the row we were at, it had to be the man with the bat. The men were talking about they found and they couldn’t wait to use their points for the stuff. Points?
The whistling started fading as they moved away from us. We stayed there, waiting for them to leave, so we could take off. Then I heard snarling coming from behind me. I looked over my shoulder and I see a walker making it’s way towards me. How in the hell did it get up here? Why would it even be up here?
I put my leg up and shoved my foot into it’s chest. I use my foot to help lower it closer to me as I grabbed my knife out. I stabbed it in the head and it started going over. I tried to grab it before it fell over, but it was too late. It hit the ground with a loud thud.
"What the fuck?“ Recognized the voice, it was the man with the bat. “Did you guys hear that shit?”
I can hear several footsteps coming back to where we were at. I mouth to her “stay quite” and she nodded.
"Well this wasn’t here before.” I heard another man’s voice said.
“The poor sucker probably was up there waiting and dead. It must had fall off when it heard us and hit it’s head on the fall.” Another man said.
“Really Travis?” I heard the second man. “Because this looks like a knife to the head.”
“That is why we fucken call you D, short for dumbass.” The man with the bat said, laughing. “Now, with that said.” I heard him clear his throat. “We know your fucken up there, so won’t you get your fucken asses down here now and you won’t get hurt.”
She looked at me and I mouth “it’s going to be okay”. She nodded as she reach for my hands, gripping it tight.
“Come on now. Don’t make me send my fucken right hand man Simon here, to get up there and fucken throw you off.” I heard him say.
I looked at her and mouth to her, “on the count of three, run”. She nodded as she started tearing up.
“Last fucken chance. Come down now” I heard him said as he started banging his bat against the storage door. “No? Okay then. Simon.”
“On it boss.” Simon said. I can hear him trying to climb up the storage unit.
We both looked at each other as I mouth, “One, two, three.”
We both got up, right as Simon got his hands on the edge of the storage unit. We turned and took of running the opposite way.
“There they fucken go.” I heard the man with the bat said. “Simon get your fucken ass down. Men, go get them now.” I picked her up as I picked up speed, ready to jump the gap to the other storage unit. I push myself as much as I could and I jump for it and landing on the next storage unit. “You guys see that fucken shit? Some fucken Matrix shit right there.”
I kept running with her to the other side of the unit and I jumped down off of it. I sat her down and we started running for the gate that was near a treeline. A few men cut us off and we started running back. We kept zigzagging between the units, trying to find away out. But it was no good, we were out number.
“Would you guys fucken look at this? A fucken mom and her kid.” I turned to the voice and saw the man the the bat. His lower his bat as a smile formed on his face. “Fucken A. You are absolutely fucken gorgeous doll.”
“Mommy.” She said, hold onto my leg.
“Close your eyes baby.” I said, taking out my two large hunting knives.“Whatever you do. Don’t peak.” I spun the knives in my hand and took a firm grip as I took my stance. “Who’s first in line to get fucked up?”
“Wow. Someone has fucken balls.” He said, smiling as he stepped back from us.
“Don’t fucken worry doll, we aren’t going to fucken hurt you and the little princess over there.” He said, waving his hand and his men backed away.
“But I fucken got to say, you got me fucken curious about you, doll.You got twenty three fucken men, with guns, surrounding you two. You should be scared fucken shitless right now. I mean really fucken scared, doll. People are normally fucken scared when they are outnumber.” He said, stepping closer to me.
“They are sure as hell, scared as fucken shit when they fucken see me coming. But you doll” He said, leaning his face closer to mine. “You don’t got one once of fucken fear in your eyes.That tells me one fucken thing, you don’t scare easy.”
“You think your scary?” I said, with a low laugh. “O boy, I’ve seen scary.” I narrow my eyes at him as I slowing nodded my head. “And you, you don’t have his smile.”
“Is that fucken right doll?” He said, smiling more. “Fearless, gorgeous and I fucken shit talker. I got to fucken say, I love that in a fucken woman. Won’t you and princess fucken come back with us? What do you fucken say doll? You in?”
“I think you should…” I was cut off when I saw movement coming up from behind him and his men. “Fuck me”
“Will doll” He said, laughing “We just fucken met but I’m all fucken for it. Simon, fucken babysit princess for us.”
“No" I said, shaking my head and pointing behind him. “I mean fuck me.”
“Fuck me.” I heard Simon said as step next to me. “Boss, you may want to look.”
He turned and saw what we saw. A herd of walkers coming out far storage units. They started making their way down the row that we were in.
Ruins of the Kongo kingdom and engravings found in caves and stones
For the people of the kingdom the sun (engraved in the bottom left hand side) was an important symbol as the Kongo people believed in a cosmos divided in two, ‘this world’ (nza yayi) and ‘the land of the dead’ (nsi a bafwa). The two worlds are divided by a body of water, traditionally called Kalunga, and also known as nlangu (water), m'bu (ocean), or nzadi (great river). Life in that sense is a cyclical and repetitive movement between the two worlds mentioned above, resembling the path of the sun. At the rising and setting of the sun then, the living and the dead exchange day and night. In Kongo belief, man’s life does not end, it constitutes a cycle, and death is merely a transition in the process of change.
The other engravings include a man hunting some type of serpent (bottom right hand side) and a message of some sort on the 1st right hand side.
The Primary Universe is fraught with great peril. War, plague, famine, and natural disaster are common.
Death comes to us all. The Fourth Dimension of Time is a stable construct, though it is not impenetrable.
Incidents when the fabric of the Fourth Dimension becomes corrupted are incredibly rare.
If a Tangent Universe occurs, it will be highly unstable, sustaining itself for no longer than several weeks.
Eventually it will collapse upon itself, forming a black hole within the Primary Universe capable of destroying all existence.
Chapter Two: Water And Metal
Water and Metal are the key elements of Time Travel.
Water is the barrier element for the construction of Time Portals used as gateways between Universes as the Tangent Vortex.
Metal is the transitional element for the construction of Artifact Vessels.
Chapter Four: The Artifact And The Living
When a Tangent Universe occurs, those living nearest to the Vortex, will find themselves at the epicenter of a dangerous new world.
Artifacts provide the first sign that a Tangent Universe has occurred.
If an Artifact occurs, the Living will retrieve it with great interest and curiosity.
Artifacts are formed from metal, such as an Arrowhead from ancient Mayan civilization, or a Metal Sword from Medieval Europe.
Artifacts returned to the Primary Universe are often linked to religious Iconography, as their appearance on Earth seems to defy logical explanation.
Divine intervention is deemed the only logical conclusion for the appearance of the Artifact.
Chapter Six: The Living Receiver
The Living Receiver is chosen to guid the Artifact into position for its journey back to the Primary Universe.
No one knows how or why a Receiver will be chosen.
The Living Receiver is often blessed with a Fourth Dimensional Powers.
These include increased strength, telekinesis, mind control, and the ability to conjure fire and water.
The Living Receiver is often tormented by terrifying dreams, visions and auditory hallucinations during his time within the Tangent Universe.
These surrounding the Living Receiver, known as the Manipulated, will fear him and try to destroy him.
Chapter Seven: The Manipulated Living
The Manipulated Living are often the close friends and neighbors of the Living Receiver.
They are prone to irrational, bizarre, and often violent behavior.
This is the unfortunate result of their task, which is to assist the Living Receiver in returning the Artifact to the Primary Universe.
The Manipulated Living will do anything to save themselves from Oblivion.
Chapter Nine: Ensurance Trap
The Manipulated Dead will set an Ensurance Trap.
The Living Receiver must ensure the fate of all mankind.
Chapter Ten: The Manipulated Dead
The Manipulated Dead are more powerful than the Living Receiver. If a person dies within the Tangent Dimension, they are able to contact the Living Receiver through the Fourth Dimensional Construct.
The Fourth Dimensional Construct is made of Water.
The Manipulated Dead will manipulate the Living Receiver using the Fourth Dimensional Construct (see Appendix A and B).
The Manipulated Dead will often set an Ensurance Trap for the Living Receiver to ensure that the Artifact is returned safely to the Primary Universe.
If the Ensurance Trap is successful, the Living Receiver is left with no choice but to use his Fourth Dimensional Power to send the Artifact back in time into the Primary Universe before the Black Hole collapses upon itself.
Chapter Twelve: Dreams
When the Manipulated awaken from their Journey into the Tangent Universe, they are often haunted by the experience in their dreams.
Many of them will not remember.
Those who do remember the Journey are often overcome with profound remorse for the regretful actions buried within their Dreams, the only physical evidence buried within the Artifact itself, all that remains from the lost world.
Ancient myth tells us of the Mayan Warrior killed by an Arrowhead that had fallen from a cliff, where there was no Army, no enemy to be found.
We are told of the Medieval Knight mysteriously impaled by sword he had not yet built.
We are told that these things occur for a reason.
Leroy Jones Carter
RFA reaction to finding out that MC was just on vacation in Korea and has to go home a few days after the party.
NICE ONE, ANON
he’s completely heartbroken at first
honestly he’d rather hear that LOLOL servers would be down for a month
demands that he’s going with you
he already had rika leave him, he can’t handle someone else leaving
it takes a while for you to calm him down, but he finally does
after many many promises that you’ll visit as much as you can and that you’d call him everyday, it starts sinking in for him that you’re actually leaving
cue sad yoosung 2.0
“remember how we always chatted and called before the party? think of it like that”
“i like seeing you, though.. i like you being near me”
he learns to accept it though, since he knows he can’t actually just up and leave korea with you
says he’ll work his best to become a cool and manly guy for when you return
jokes on him cause he immediately cries again sending you off at the aiport
“what are you talking about?”
“i mean i don’t live here, zen. i live outside the country”
“you can just live with me”
is actually dead set on having you move in
he calms down once you tell him that you trying to tell your family that you decided to live with a guy you knew for just over a week wouldn’t go well
since he wants to be seen as the best man for you in front of your parents if they ever meet
says he’ll call you every day no matter how tired or busy he was, and wants to visit your home one day
he spends your last couple days in korea just taking you around, letting you enjoy all the sights and foods before you go while spending as much time with you as he could
but then gets emotional at the airport, dramatically dipping you into a bear hug before giving you the longest kiss ever
“i’ll miss you, babe. remember to be careful of the men over there. let me know if anything happens~”
she’s lowkey quite distressed, but she won’t say it outright
she sulks for a bit, noting how sudden this news felt
“will you be visiting again?”
“of course, as much as i can”
“oh… alright. that makes me feel a bit more comforted”
she understands you have to go back home though, and even helps you pack your things
even requests for jumin to give her the day off on the day you’re leaving so she can see you off
you think she’s taking this better than you expected until she gives you this huge hug at the airport that lasts longer than usual
“please come back soon” was the last thing she whispered in your ear before you had to pass the gates
he hadn’t even considered the fact that you didn’t live here
for a rare moment, he’s stunned when you break the news
but he immediately recollects himself and goes “that’s fine.”
“yes. i can simply buy you a house here. or you can live with me.”
he’s really really stubborn about you staying
you have to sit him down and have a long discussion with him about how things would be working
“i’ll visit a lot, and i’ll call you”
“i will make sure you can visit. just contact me whenever and i’ll send over a jet to escort you”
“jumin, that’s a bit–”
“if that’s too grand, i can just send over a helicopter”
he’s trying his best at least
before you leave, though, he’ll monopolize all of your time and spoil you rotten
“do they sell these products abroad? they’re a good brand for you.”
“i don’t know… probably?”
“hmm… excuse me, we’ll buy this entire shelf.”
this poor boy panics at the prospect of you leaving him
he’s actually devastated
you’ve become such an essential part of his life and you’re suddenly slipping out of reach again
he’s so sullen about it
perks up just a bit when you remind him that you’re not leaving forever, and you’ll be coming back again
still worries that you might actually not come back
you ain’t having none of that though. you’re going to call him or video chat him whenever he’s not working and has downtime. and you tell him you’ll always find a way back to him no matter what, until he accepts it
spends the rest of the time after the party just latching onto you and spending every waking moment with you
he can’t even focus on hacking because he knows you’re leaving soon
you’d think he was glued to your hip, but you still love it
he’s able to send you off with a smile though, knowing you’d see each other again through video calling later that night
Edit 2: Funimation’s official release has been out for a while now. Please support that if you can!
NOTE: This post is outdated and may contain errors. (It also doesn’t cover 100% of the dialogue in the film.) Please refer to the Funimation release for best accuracy.
I went through and compared the current English subs to Chinese subs. I’m hoping this alternative TL can make some scenes more understandable.
Note that this is based off Chinese not Japanese, so a direct Jp-Eng will still be superior. Therefore, please read with some caution and be aware that this might contain errors as well!
(P.S. Sorry this took an absurd amount of time! Lost some steam (cough) on this project while working on the Harmony TL and other obligations, but now that the Funimation screenings are occurring I thought it’d be good to post it for people who won’t be able to see it but are still confused. Please support the official release if you can though!)
“The Notes” - should be “The Memorandum of Victor” or “The Memorandum” for short.
“The First” should be “The One”.
“Necro-unit” is “Necroware”.
Watson’s opening monologue:
First, we must begin by explaining my profession. What I most greatly require is corpses. It was proven that after death, a person’s body will lighten by 21 grams compared to their weight while alive. This is the weight of the soul’s essence, or what one might consider the weight of the soul. By injecting an artificial soul essence into a corpse that has lost its soul, we are able to resurrect the dead. However, that is a false soul. Dr. Victor Frankenstein resurrected the first corpse—The One. It is said he was able to speak, pursue love, and even harbor murderous intent. In his despair, he took the technologies he developed— the Memorandum of Victor
and disappeared. He left us only imitations of The One, dolls lacking both souls and language. If The One possessed a soul – if that 21 gram soul could be returned to empty bodies, then could those who have passed away live once more?
“Hopefully it will help regain the soul.”→ “I hope this will become your soul.”
The exposition on the setting:
“The first who took the dead were women. […] live with their deceased family.”→ The earliest to accept corpses were women. If corpses were to act as soldiers, they would not have to lose their husbands and sons to war.
“and began to actively implement the plan” → and began to strongly push the development of corpse technology forward.
“Generated by the military […] essence of being” → The military technology born amidst this also enabled civilian uses. It has thoroughly changed people’s everyday lives.
“Time after time […] a pseudo soul” → Artificial souls, made from repeated simulations by analytical engines and recorded onto punch cards, have been named “Necroware”.
“This is a story. A story of a dead man.” → This is a tale of corpses.