i don’t like that i have to make this, but since user hot3hothot is actively ignoring and by extension refusing my simple request to edit their own post to credit me when they use my translations, and apparently can’t afford 10 seconds to be a semblance of a semi-decent human being, i will be the one to say this in their stead:
all the translation screenshots hot3hothot used in their post toward darius (tw for suitor hate) is my translation, kurishiri.
i ask that you do not interpret this post as approval to send hate or unnecessary attention to the poster. i understand darius and his story is not made for everyone. i mostly made this since i don’t want to just let that post remain uncredited, when i spent considerable time and effort in translating darius’ main story. so just, if you could help spread the word of this and make it more actively known that i am the translator they’re taking screenshots of, that would mean a lot to me!
finally, to end things in a more positive note— to everyone who commented in my defense and supported me, i genuinely appreciate it. thank you! i’m sorry i don’t reply; the whole thing left me pretty frazzled.. and i don’t know what to say a lot. i don’t use twitter way too often, but it seems word of this has also spread a bit to there as well. no matter the platform, it is thanks to your support that i feel i can keep my motivation! i adore the comments on his main story (among others of course). and also, to the regular commenters, i see you. i always look forward to seeing what you’ll say and you guys give me so much motivation. i really don’t know how i can express the amount of appreciation in words, but thank you.
It’s been about half a year since the magical girls showed up and started protecting the city. You hadn’t thought much of them until you walked in on your son detransforming in his bedroom.
Sorry it took me so long to write to you. Diavolo truly has me running around like a headless Rakshasa. I hate being away from home like this. Everything ends up becoming so chaotic in my absence and it’s a headache to fix.
Speaking of...
I would ask how you are, but I already know. You’re quite the slacker, hm? I’ve heard that you’ve been missing classes. Why is that? Surely it’s not because my brothers convinced you to skip with them because I’d have no way of finding out, right? Well, rest assured, I have my ways and I have indeed found out.
Now the question becomes how do I punish you? Any ideas? Hm, I’ll have to think on it. Maybe I’ll leave you tied up on my bed, begging for mercy. Hm…not sure. I’ll have to come up with something good.
That all being said, you better start going back to class, my little dove. I’ll be home soon. I promised to take good care of you and I intend to keep that promise.
Love,
Lucifer
*Me who looks this with my 90% up attendance and 7.0 up cgpa*
As someone who has been interest in medical history and what was the socio-economic and stigma around medical practices, Roger's route is pure of my taste.
I hope we have few notable figures like lousie pasture and Robert kooch as well as Edward Jenner
My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.
I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.
My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.
I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.
This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.
If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.
My name is Nadin I’m a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza who are trying to hold on — to hope, to our families, to any piece
I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.
Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.
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Yes this is the only thing that all of our family thought about it. Everyday we ask ourselves if we going to live anymore or not . Everyday in this cruel war we imagine one of us dead and feeling so sad about what will happen next day.
Now after the war all the building are destroyed here and there is no life around us please we need to evacuate 🙏🥺
Please help my kids and my family to evacuate from here. Gaza now is not for human being living we need you support to stand with 18 members of the family to travel to another place that could find some peace and start new life without wars. We live in many wars and we are so tired.
Please share for more people you know can help me and my family.
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I think I’m literally never gonna be sick of this masterpiece. I think watching it on a loop for eight hours could fix me. Dancing’s what clears my soul. Dancing’s what makes me whole.
I just love that this very video is an accumulation of thousands of years worth of art made by people who have never met each other. The concept of this video was so completely unfathomable to every single artist who made the sculptures and yet they’ve all put something toward the creation of it.
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