I decided to make a table of birthdays for the characters in All Saints Street. Here are recorded the birthdays of those characters for whom they are written in their personal profile.
I haven’t seen a table like this for this fandom yet, so you can use it!
pov youre my friend and you wake up in the morning and check discord and are met with a wall of lens so you sigh and decide to check twitter instead, where, much to your chagrin, you are met again with a wall of lens as i have retweeted 20 len posts from the account mikumikufigures in a semi conscious state at five am
pov youre my friend and you wake up in the morning and check discord and are met with a wall of lens so you sigh and decide to check twitter instead, where, much to your chagrin, you are met again with a wall of lens as i have retweeted 20 len posts from the account mikumikufigures in a semi conscious state at five am
Narrator: Once upon a time in a land far away, there was a very unfortunate girl named Cindereki. She lived with her evil stepmother and sisters and was forced to do the cleaning and laundry all day.
Reki: Oof, oof. Ah! I'm finally done cleaning the windows! Now, I have to clean the dishes!
Narrator: Cindereki was doing her chores as always when-
Miya: What? Are you still not finished cleaning?
Narrator: Her second older sister, Miya, came in. Miya said with the eyes of a mean cat.
Miya: You're as shitty as always, Cindereki. I can't believe you're my sister. I don't even want to think about it.
Cherry: You're not done making dinner yet, are you? Are you trying to starve us?
Narrator: That was her oldest sister, Cherry. She said with her fan over her face like she didn't even want to breathe the same air as her.
Reki: I'm sorry, sisters! I'll make it right now!
Narrator: Cindereki said and headed toward the kitchen in a fluster but she was knocked over when she reached the doorway by a large body.
Reki: Gaaaaaah!
Shadow: Oh no! My flower dress has gotten all dirty! Cindereki, you really are just a dumb dirty dog.
Narrator: Her stepmother, Shadow, said while swaying her big body back and forth.
Reki: I'm sorry, mother! I'll make food right away!
Shadow: Whatever, it's fine. Could you get the coach ready?
Reki: You're going out?
Shadow: Hehe. There's a ball at Crazy Rock Castle tonight. Do you know why?
Miya: Mother, is that...!?
Cherry: Will Prince Langa be there!?
Reki: Prince Langa? The one from the snow country?
Shadow: That's right! The prince of Awayuki(light snowfall), Langa-sama! It seems that Prince Langa is looking for someone to marry through an S match!
Reki: No way! I want to go! I want to go!
Cherry: There's no way he'd choose you, you idiot!
Reki: Idiot?!
Shadow: If you can marry Prince Langa you can get all the riches, power and fame you could want!
Cherry: Heh, doesn't sound bad.
Miya: Hey, Cherry, it would be good if Prince Langa likes older women, right?
Cherry: What was that?
Miya: But you're really no match for youth, I think! Look how youthful my skin is.
Cherry: You immature little girl! I'll teach you the appeal of an adult.
Miya: You're too old to get married! I'll call you a heroine so go look for an appropriate guy!
Shadow: Stop it! You're both very beautiful since you look like me.
Miya: We look... like you?
Cherry: No way! We should be grateful to our dead father.
Miya: Yeah.
Shadow: What does that mean!?
Narrator: When night came, the evil stepmother and sisters went to the castle, but they didn't take the unfortunate Cindereki with them.
Reki: Well I guess it can't be helped... My clothes are all tattered and I don't have a skateboard.
Joe: So you're just going to give up?
Narrator: Then, an extremely muscled man in a hood appeared.
Reki: Wh-... Who are you!?
Joe: Me? My name is Joe. I'm just a passing... What do you think I am?
Reki: I don't know.
Joe: Look at these heavily forged muscles... You don't know?
Reki: Umm... a soldier?
Joe: No!
Reki: Then... a knight?
Joe: Look harder. Look how strong I am.
Reki: I know! A martial artist!
Joe: I'm a magician.
Reki: That has nothing to do with your muscles!
Joe: You want to go, right? To Crazy Rock Castle.
Reki: Of course I do. But...
Joe: I'll make you a skateboard with my magic.
Reki: Seriously!? It's my first time seeing magic!
Joe: Oooooh. Muscle... Squat!
Reki: Wh-Why are you squatting!?
Joe: This... is my... muscle... magic!
Reki: Is that really magic?
Joe: You do it too.
Reki: Me too?!
Joe: Let's go!
Reki: Seriously?
Narrator: While Cindereki did squats with the magician, she became worked up and they entered a strange trance of unity.
Joe: Yes! here we go! The muscle power has built up! Muscle magic!
Reki: Woah! It really worked! And this is the first time I've seen a skateboard made of glass! It's so cool!
Joe: I'll give it to you. With that, you'll be able to enter the castle.
Reki: Really? Yes! With this I'll be able to do the S! I'll be able to! Ah... but this won't work. You need a permit sticker to go to the castle.
Joe: Then I guess I'll have to do this. Here we go!
Reki: Why are you stripping?
Joe: Ooooh!
Narrator: As the magician gathered his powers, his six pack ab muscles bulged.
Joe: Magic Six Pack!
Narrator: What an amazing occurrence! Out of the wizard's six pack came 4 horses and a coach along with a permit sticker.
Reki: Seriously!?
Joe: There's nothing muscles can't do.
Reki: No, just say magic in that case.
Joe: But be careful. The things I just created will disappear at midnight.
Reki: Got it! Thank you for everything! Muscle Magic Joe!
Joe: Good luck!
Narrator: This is how Cindereki headed toward Crazy Rock Castle with a glass skateboard.
a friendly reminder that microaggressions against asians can also look like this:
pretending to gag at asian food
pretending to be weirded out by asian customs and cultures
excusing cultural appropriation (often through ignoring the stories of asians who have been mocked for wearing their ethnic dress while praising a white person for doing so)
not trying to learn how to pronounce an asian person's ethnic name correctly, or asking, "can i call you by something else?"
adopting an asian name for the ~aesthetic~
using the words "oriental" and "exotic" to describe asian people, particular asian women
ignoring the experiences and stories of south, southeast, and central asians
making sweeping assumptions about asian countries (including their political, historical and cultural landscape)
treating the entire asian community as a monolith and ignoring the fact that the experiences of asian nationals are remarkably different from the asian diaspora/migrant community
co-opting asian aesthetics into creative media without acknowledging their history
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