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[darude-dudette]

Damn, new Dandadan chapter was wild. What did they mean by that-

[friendlynieghborhoodmuffinman]

As I was saying I think Count Saint Germain is still holding all the cards here (Heh. Pun only somewhat intended)

The powers of the gang line up decently well to these fairy tales. But not exactly. And I think thats the point. Because the details of the stories are important.

Superficially, a lot of these powers line up:

Zuma lines up with Hansel and Grettle because its a story of two siblings facing terrible hardships.

Momo lines up somewhat with Alice in Wonderland because she went to a magical other world and got shrunk down.

Kouki is Snow White because of her last name and the little pygmies (the dwarfs) that follow her.

Rin in the little mermaid because her whole singing thing Aira is gonna be little red riding hood because Acro Silky was originally described as the woman in the red dress.

But all of these are summaries that omit important details of these stories that are the core to them. And they ignore the very Japanse yokai and stuff that are also important to the individual stories.

They're being hastily generalized to fit into European narratives for this Vlad guy, and losing their identity. Like how Momo kinda lost her identity with her memories being gone And how Kouki had lost part of her identity initially before regaining it back.

This arc/saga is about colonialism.

The Red Baron was an urban legend of an World War I fighter pilot.

Jack Wisp takes elements of several "Jacks" from European legends like Jack the Ripper and Jack-o-Lantern (whole bunch of weird folklore there) as well as Will-o-the-Wisp.

Vakappa, while taking the water powers of the Kappa, is visually reminiscent of a European monk (specifically with his stupid bowl cut)

NOW Of course the person controlling this narrative here of equating the Yokai powers to Fairy Tales is Count Saint Germain (again, another legend/folklore figure from Europe).

He's telling Vlad exactly what he wants to hear.

Which is what he's been doing to everyone this entire time. Giving promises of power, safety, freedom, whatever, and then he gets something else in return.

Now what I'm concerned about here, is what is Count Saint Germain getting out of this.

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

Broke: Dandadan isn’t anywhere near to being over since Momo and Okarun still aren’t together

Woke: Dandadan isn’t anywhere near to being over since the main villain hasn’t done anything yet

[mountpyro]

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Ok. Sorry.

Yeah no; worth the wait indeed.

Not mentioning the last panel.

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Poor Kur Lady.

What if, you wanted to murder some kid, but God Your Boss said, "No, protecc. And bake".

Kur Lady:

Also, Momo, please stop talking. She's acting like the Big Damn Hero didn't tell her to her FACE that she wanted them both dead. 😭

[mattgrayyes]

The European Space Agency invited me to their mission control centre in Germany to find out what it takes to be a Satellite Operations Engineer working on their new Earth observation satellite, BIOMASS.

[the-nomadicone]

When Diplomacy Fails... // United States Navy

[svtoose]

When Everyone Else Forgot ft. Choi Seungcheol

pairing: seungcheol x gn!reader

word count: 1,300

F + some hurt/sadness

warnings: some cursing, rude friends, college au, cuddling, cheesecake

summary: everyone forgot your birthday except a special someone

a/n : s(ice cream s)coups

Today was going to be your special day, the day that only happens once a year. Today you would turn 21 years old.

As you awakened in bed, you promised yourself that nothing could ruin your day. No rude roommate, no grumpy teacher. Today was going to be a day spent with your friends filled with happiness, joy, and possibly some booze.

While getting dressed, you made sure to choose your favorite outfit and add just an extra touch of makeup. After all, you wanted to look nice for your birthday.

Once you got to the kitchen, you began to prepare your breakfast, not minding your grumpy roommate, Seungcheol, who would barely look in your direction.

As he shut the fridge right before you reached for the milk, you offered him an impatient deadpan look but quickly moved on and finished preparing your food for the rest of the day. As you had promised yourself earlier, no snarky attitude would get in the way of today’s happiness.

While you were checking your phone, you were surprised not to see any texts from your friends or family. It was true that you no longer lived with your parents, but you were sure they couldn’t possibly forget about today. Perhaps it’s just too early for them, you thought to yourself.

While your roommate shuffled back to his bedroom, you exited the apartment and made your way to class, looking forward to seeing your friends and what they might’ve prepared for you.

Once you reached the building, your friend found you and called your name.

“Y/N!” she shouted. With an extra pep in your step, you rushed toward your friend, ready to walk to your first class of the day together.

“Ugh. I’m so not in the mood for Anthropology right now," she complained.

“Yeah, me neither. At least we’ll get it over with.”

While your morning continued without a single “happy birthday,” you assumed that your friends were preparing a surprise for you during the lunch break. Maybe they’d take you out or get a cake for you.

But by the time your lunch period started, your friends were treating the day like any other. It’s not that you expected some extravagant event, but something special, a card, or a sweet birthday wish would’ve felt nice. After all, you were that friend who made everyone feel so appreciated on their birthdays.

Once lunch was over, you began to feel a bit dejected. You considered bringing it up to your friends, but that would be kind of pointless. You shouldn’t have to remind your friends of a day such as this one.

At 6 o’clock, you had completed your final class of the day and were ready to head home, without a single birthday wish, not even from your own family. As you walked along the pathway with your friend, ready to part ways as she headed toward her car, one of your classmates from biology passed by you.

“Oh, Y/N! Happy birthday, by the way!” You remembered having a conversation with your lab partner about this as she continued walking on her way.

“Thanks!” you replied. Your “friend” wore a surprised expression as the guilt spread to her cheeks and ears. You paid no mind and continued on your way home, not even surprised by the fact that she didn’t follow you.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you got on the bus, completely devastated by what happened today. You paid no mind to the sympathetic looks strangers gave you and continued home.

As you unlocked the door to your apartment, you dreaded Seungcheol seeing you in tears, but to your surprise, the apartment seemed empty. The only light on was the one that hung over the kitchen counter.

Ready to end this awful day, you were headed straight to your bedroom before a box on the counter caught your eye. As you inched up, you continued to sniffle before realizing what was in the box.

“Happy Birthday Y/N,” read the blueberry cheesecake that lay fresh in the box. On the bottom corner were the words, “-your asshole of a roommate.”

You couldn’t contain your tears of joy. Out of everyone that forgot, your mean roommate remembered. With your belongings still in your hands, you made your way to your roommate’s room, hoping he’d be home. You pushed through the door to find him lying in his bed facing away from you, watching something on his phone.

“Seungcheol?” you whispered. He turned around, slightly confused at first, before he clearly saw you in all of your tears.

“Why are you crying?” he asked, concern mixed with confusion.

You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. “It's just... today was supposed to be special, but no one remembered my birthday. Not my friends, not my family. It felt like no one cared.”

Seungcheol frowned. "I saw you on campus earlier. I could tell something was off. You looked really down."

You nodded, tears still streaming down your face. "Yeah, it was hard to keep it together. I tried to stay positive, but it was just so disappointing."

His expression slowly became understanding. Despite his urge to crack a mean joke, he slowly opened his arms as an invitation for you. For some reason, it just felt right. You crawled into his arms as he held you close, still teary-eyed from all of the emotions.

“Thank you, Seungcheol,” you said as the warmth of his embrace began to melt away your pain. You could feel his heart beating steadily under your ear, helping you feel grounded.

He held you a little tighter, his chin resting gently on the top of your head. "Listen, I know I can be an asshole at times," he began, his voice soft and sincere, "but I really do appreciate you. I guess I just don’t know how to behave around you."

You pulled back slightly to look at him, your eyes searching his face for any sign of insincerity, but all you saw was genuine concern and a hint of vulnerability that he usually kept well-hidden. "Why do you say that?" you asked curiously.

Seungcheol sighed, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "I don’t know, Y/N. Maybe it’s because I’ve never been good at expressing my feelings, or maybe it’s because... well, because I care about you more than I let on."

Your heart skipped a beat at his confession. "You care about me?" you repeated, as if needing reassurance.

He nodded, a small, almost shy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Yeah, I do. I might not show it the best way, but I do."

The tears that had been threatening to fall now did so freely.

"You remembered my birthday," you said.

Seungcheol chuckled softly. "Of course I did. How could I forget? I know today didn’t go the way you wanted, but I wanted to make sure you knew that someone cares. Even if that someone is me.”

You laughed through your tears. "You’re not so grumpy all the time," you teased, wiping at your eyes with the back of your hand.

"Don’t spread that around. I’ve got a reputation to maintain," he joked.

You settled back into his arms, feeling more at ease than you had all day. "Thank you for the cake. It means a lot. It’s my favorite too.”

"Anytime, Y/N. Anytime," he replied with his comforting voice.

As you lay there in his arms, the events of the day began to fade away. Now all you could think about was what your future might be like with this kinder, mushier side of your roommate.