since it has been requested a few times now. This will be available as print. I just don’t know how large the endresult will be since the original file is not that huge.
you could put it up this way, or upside down (thanks to iwa-chan’s first name Kanji :’D ). The Kanji are their names “Hajime” and “Tooru” but as bonus if you take them together like this it will also read “obstinate” or “stubborn” :’D. Because they are.
EDIT 5/16/17: Now updated for HSiS demo! Double Spoiler added, Hatate moved. Kasen moved to ULiL section, pets added. Hisoutensoku and Taisui Xingjun added, not that anyone cares. Added translations of print work titles. Minor formatting edits. “Imitation” corrected to “Vignettes,” no idea how that happened. Other old translations left untouched for posterity, even if they suck.
I found an old document that where I kept notes of their names, because I never found any adequate English translations and I can’t read 80% of the kanji. I cleaned it up because hey, some of you nerds out there might want to see it.
Note that these are just direct translations of the kanji, so any nuance brought by allusions are usually not represented; the only exception to this rule are place names, which are left as is in the poetic translation.
The format for each goes: [romanization] / [kanji] / [poetic translation, in which I try to represent the most likely intended meaning of the name in an artful manner] / [literal or snarky translation, an alternate and blatantly wrong or awkward reading.] Highlights include Aya, the entire Moriya Shrine, Kogasa, Minamitsu, and Tojiko.
紅魔郷 / Realm of Scarlet Magic ~ Embodiment of Scarlet Devil:
Request: Hellloooo :) Would you like to do a Bucky Barnes imagine where you’re engaged with him and one time he surprise visits you in the Office at your work but you notice all the other woman stare at him weird. You then spend your lunch break together and as he’s about to leave the others still check him out and whisper how hot he is and stuff. Then you grab him and pull him in for another kiss that Shows the others he is yours ? Hihi I hope that’s fine with you :) Thanks dear <3 -anon
Warnings: a few sexual references - some language ? - it’s pretty innocent
Word Count: 932
A/N: I basically wrote this whole thing in my philosophy class, oops. Anyways, this is probably really short compared to my other stuff, but I hope it’s still what you were lookin’ for, anon! 💖 Requests are still open, and I have a lot of smut requests comin’ up soon, so get ready, y’all.
“Hey, Y/N, do you want anything from the coffee shop? The intern is making a coffee run,” Rosanna, one of your co-workers at the desk next to yours, pops her head over your cubicle wall, a light smile playing at her lips.
“No, but thanks, Roe. I’m fine,” you reply with a smile while you reshuffle a stack of papers on your desk.
“Yanno, I’ve never even seen or let alone heard you talk about your fiancé,” she crosses her arms, resting her head on top of them as they rest on the edge of the wall.
“Don’t you have paperwork to do?” You counter, laughing at her.
“Woah,” Rosanna breathes, her eyes slightly widening as she peers over your head towards the elevator. “Hottie on your six.” She nods towards the space behind you. Light, quiet whispers and giggles float through the air as more people - women and men equally - notice the presence of a new person in the room.
“I’d let him take me any way he wants,” Rosanna hushly chuckles.
“Why don’t you go talk to him, then?” You busy yourself with searching for another file in the drawer next to you.
“Me? No way,” Rosanna snorts. “I wouldn’t have a chance. I don’t even think you’d have a chance.”
“Oh, gee, thanks,” you dramatically grumble up at her.
“Hey, Roe, check him out,” another co-worker, David, comes up to Roe, gently swatting her shoulder with a file in his hand. “I could think of a few things I’d like to do with him.”
“Who are you two ogling over?” You swivel in your chair, spinning around to look at who she - and the rest of the office - was drooling about.
You watch as Bucky hesitantly strides down the hallway carrying two to-go cups and a paper-bag in his hands. His eyes scan the room as he enters, and when his gaze lands on you, a bright, goofy smile blossoms across his face. The eyes of the office were glued to him, which is understandable - his shirt almost looked like two sizes too small as it strains over his muscles, a dark, gorgeous beard lined his jaw and emphasized his already-drop-dead-gorgeous features, and his large build naturally makes it impossible to not notice him. You’ve never really felt a jealousy like this before - it’s almost like a newfound sense of territoriality was beginning to control your emotions.
“Bucky, what are you doing here?” You smile, walking up to him and placing a hand on his arm.
“I went out to get some coffee and thought that you might want some,” he extends one of the cups to you. “Aaaand, I also brought you a sandwich from Phil’s down the block. I know they’re your favorite.” He hands over the bag next.
“Thanks, Buck,” you beam at him, taking the cup and bag with one hand. “This is perfect.”
His smile softens as his eyes flick back to the rest of the room.
“Why is everyone staring at us?” His voice drops to an intimate whisper.
You look over your shoulder and realize that he was right. Everyone was either staring or attempting to sneak-in sly glances over their cubicle walls or over files they were “looking” at. David was fanning himself with his file and Roe is staring at you, her mouth slightly hanging open as a look of near-disbelief crosses her face.
“I’m off at five,” you mutter, still looking over your shoulder. Turning your attention back to him, you run your free hand up the side of his arm. “Maybe we could meet for some dinner? Or, we could stay in…spend some time together,” your voice drops to a low, sultry level.
“Did you have somethin’ you wanted to do in mind, doll?” A playful smirk tugs at the corner of Bucky’s lips, his free hand gently landing low on your hip.
Your move to caress the side of his face, your fingers gently gliding through his soft, thick locks of hair. You quickly push-up from the ground, encapturing his lips in a searing, deep kiss. His lips slowly molded to yours, his tongue quickly swiping across your lower lip before you pull away. Wiping at your mouth, you clear your throat and steal a fast glance behind you again. Nearly everyone was honed-in on you, and a delicate heat began to burn beneath your cheeks.
“So, I’ll, uh…see you at home,” you mutter to Bucky.
“Sounds like a date, darlin’.” Bucky chuckles, planting a soft kiss to your temple before turning to leave. “I’ll call you later,” he calls out over his shoulder as he disappears down the hallway. You smile to yourself and saunter back over to your desk, gracefully plopping back down into your chair and turning back to your desk to work on more documents. Without pausing what you were typing, you look up at Rosanna and David, who were both now staring at you.
“Can I help you two?” You arch an eyebrow in their direction.
“I can’t believe this,” Rosanna breathes, a redness creeping up her face as she sinks behind the wall.
“It’s just unfair,” David dramatically sighs, resuming his fanning as he turns on his heels and walks away.
You smirk as you look back to your computer screen, typing away at the keyboard. The screen of your phone next to you lit up, catching your attention. A message from Bucky pops-up.
You’re gonna get it so good tonight.
You bite your lip and chuckle quietly as you reply: Show me what you got, Sarge.
“Today, we are going to be talking about sexual harassment.”
In an instant, Penelope and yourself shared a terrified glance. The woman speaking had set up a presentation. On it were phrases like “my big, black twelve-pack,” which was definitely a Garcia line, and “I’d like to see you in nothing but that FBI vest,” which was definitely something you’d said to Spencer before.
You were all for having these kinds of presentations. Sexual harassment was no joke at all, but every single bullet point on this presentation was something that Penelope had said to Morgan or you had said to Spencer. This entire floor of the Bureau knew that this was how you spoke to your respective best guy friends. No one had any issues with it, but somehow, this woman and her people had caught wind of your inside jokes and decided to make an entire fucking presentation out of it.
Glancing to the side, you saw JJ and Emily smirk. You pushed your tongue up behind your lip and shrugged. She was going to speak, go through her entire spiel and you and Spencer would go back to speaking the way you always did. Spencer was “in his shell” with everyone else to an extent, but with you, he let loose a little bit, and you weren’t about to let this woman ruin that.
“Now, I want everyone to take a peek at the board for a minute. Things like ‘I love that sexy string bean body’ and ‘Or what, you’ll spank me’ are not okay,” she started, her smug smile when she glanced at the four of you crawling under your skin. You sunk into your chair and closed your eyes, trying to tune out the bullshit. It wasn’t helping. Spencer just stood behind your chair, occasionally smirking, considering when it came to the two of you, most of the colorful language was yours. Morgan on the other hand desperately wanted to tell this woman to shut up, and Penelope looked the worst off of all of you. Although she wasn’t ashamed of the way she spoke to Morgan, having every single detail of their conversations picked apart in front of everyone was mortifying her. No one cared. The only ones that cared were HR people who assumed that there was to be no fun at all in the workplace; that people were supposed to just come into work, do their jobs, and not cultivate any close relationships.
“Agent Y/L/N,” the woman said, pulling you out of your little reverie, “This is a serious matter. I need you to pay attention.” With a laugh, you pushed yourself up in the chair and stared her down. “Is sexual harassment a laughing matter to you?”
Ok, now she was questioning your character and that’s just some bullshit. “Actual sexual harassment? No, not at all, and I don’t appreciate the insinuation. Sexual harassment is no laughing matter, however, how I speak to my co-workers, in front of my other co-workers who literally don’t care as long as we do our jobs? That is funny.”
“The way you and some other co-workers,” she said, eyeing Penelope without taking her eyes off you, “Talk to each other, can make people uncomfortable.”
You nodded and looked around, able to point out with one hand worth of fingers how many people you’d joked in front of that weren’t members of your immediate team. “Yes, which is why I make it a point to only joke that way in front of members of my immediate team who know exactly what the nature of my relationship with Dr. Reid is. You want to talk about sexual harassment, talk about the agents on this very floor who “subtly” brush past my, and my female co-workers asses because “there wasn’t enough room” for them not to touch my ass. You want to talk about sexual harassment, take a look at the video cameras and watch as a particular agent, who I won’t name in public, backed me into the wall of the elevator and tried to tell me how big his cock was. Sexual harassment in the workplace? Let’s talk about the fact that I can’t count on fingers and toes how many times I’ve separated a male agent from a female one, or the occasional female from female because things were getting uncomfortable, and that’s the things that I’ve seen. Sexual harassment is absolutely no joke at all, you’re the one making it into a joke by focusing on the way I talk to my co-worker.” Despite the fact that you thought this whole thing was a joke, you weren’t going to bring Garcia into this and make her more uneasy.
For a brief moment, you and the HR representative bore holes into each other, and then she continued. Again, you tuned out, because she was still talking about the way you spoke to Spencer and the way Morgan spoke with Penelope. When you glanced back toward Spencer, he looked proud of you; you gave him a small thumbs up and a roll of the eyes.
All of a sudden, Garcia looked down at her phone. “It’s Hotch,” she whispered.
“Miss Garcia,” the woman said. Oh goddammit, she was annoying.
Garcia’s face went red again. “I’m sorry. It’s Agent Hotchner. I have to go. I-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
The remainder of the presentation passed by in a haze of awkwardness. You didn’t pay attention. Spencer and Morgan didn’t. The rest of the Bureau was in and out of consciousness. Even the HR representative seemed like she was just going through the motions, your words hitting her hard. Finally, it was over and she asked to speak with you. “Agent Y/L/N, I need you to know that I take what you said seriously.”
“Good,” you replied. “I’m sorry I can’t say the same about your presentation. There are so many other things that we need to worry about in the workplace that have nothing to do with the way I speak to my best friend. If you are actually serious, as you claim to be, please look into actual instances of sexual harassment within the Bureau, because I can assure you they do exist.”
She gave you a nod, which you took as your opportunity to leave. “Spence, wait up,” you said, running up behind him. He glanced backward, wondering why you’d been speaking to the HR representative, so you explained. “I won’t say anything loud enough for her to hear, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to stop telling you and I’d like to pin you up against the wall of the file room.”
“Hopefully, she’ll let this go,” he laughed, his pointer finger waving between the two of you, “and focus on what actually matters. How do you think Garcia’s doing?”
“I think she wants to hide her head in shame,” you replied. “But she’ll be fine. After a couple of days, she’ll go back to calling Morgan her big black twelve-pack just like she’s supposed to.”
Spencer looked down at his stomach wistfully. “I’ll never have a twelve-pack, or even a six pack.”
“You are perfect just the way you are you sexy pipe cleaner.”
Is it true that eric punched a hole into his bedroom wall ?
Diversion File Intake Questions:
Eric began taking Zoloft for depression about 6 weeks ago [Feb. 21 1998]. He said that he is feeling better now that he is on medication. Eric said that he has problems with anxiety and allows his anger to build up until he explodes. Eric says when he gets really mad he punches walls. He is seeing a therapist once or twice a month. The family also meets with him on occasion. Eric said that he has thought about suicide a couple of times, but never seriously, mostly out of anger.
Parents version: Problems Your Child Had or Is Currently Having: Anger, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts • After this incident occurred, Eric expressed his feelings concerning the above items to a psychologist. The doctor recommended antidepressant medication which seems to have helped. His mood is more upbeat. Eric seems to suppress his anger, then “blow up” and hit something or verbally lash out. He hasn’t done this at home but has done it at school and work.
Eric punched walls very often when he was angry. He was taken to the hospital freshman year for punching a brick wall and thought he broke his hand. So, it is unknown of how long he had been punching walls in a way to express his anger, but it had been at least four years.
As a military recruiter, he had access to a list of local high school students. That’s how he called Eric Harris on Friday, April 2, 1999, eighteen days before Columbine. They had a twenty-minute phone interview as Gonzales did a pre-screening. He asked about medical background, divorce, mental health, counseling, prescription drug use, along with height, weight, and any use of glasses. Eric said he had had a broken nose and broken wrist when he was younger;Gonzales didn’t recall how they happened.
Source: Columbine: A True Crimes Story - by Jeff Kass
Author’s Notes:Here it is, folks. The conclusion to this smutty little journey. This series has been an absolute blast to write. It was definitely a challenge dipping my toes into pools of different writing styles, but I had a ton of fun writing this. Thank you so much to all of you for reading and for leaving wonderful bits of feedback. As always, thank you so very much to the beautiful @piecesofscully for being an incredibly encouraging beta and someone with whom I can shamelessly spiral. Thanks, babe!
She is nearly done with organizing the last of her slides in her designated area near the back of the newly reconstructed basement office when she is startled by a loud thump.
“Scully! Door!” Mulder demands, his voice muffled behind the closed door.
“It’s unlocked, Mulder!” She yells back.
She leans down to her microscope once more only to be startled again by yet another loud thump.
“Jesus, Mulder,” she mutters under her breath as she crosses to the door. She swings it open to reveal her partner balancing two cardboard boxes precariously stacked one on top of the other.
He stumbles toward his desk and drops his cargo loudly onto the clean surface, the dust from the boxes soaring into the air like infectious spores. She waves them off with a flick of her wrist.
“What is all this, Mulder?”
He looks at her sideways before lifting the lid off the top box. “Files.”
Scully’s eyes involuntarily shift to the series of filing cabinets that line their freshly painted walls. “Mulder, what files? These X-Files stayed in this office the entirety of Agent Fowley and Agent Spender’s assignment.”
Mulder’s silence screams at her as he steadfastly ignores her and thumbs through the various folders.
“Right? Mulder? All of The X-Files stayed intact. Here in the office. Right?”
Taking a large breath, he answers, “Yes, Scully. Those X-Files stayed right here in the office. Those. Files.” He casts a mildly contrite glance at her for a beat before stressing, “Those.”
She crosses her arms over her chest as her head tilts in admonishment. “Mulder, you didn’t.”
“Hey, I needed some light reading while we were off shoveling literal shit, Scully. What Diana and Spender don’t know won’t hurt them, and besides, we have The X-Files back. These are officially our files again.”