#flower system and it uhhh

[chatonyant]

1-3 random character designs based on a dream i had where there was a kid who could fall into a void and met a kind older gentleman who taught them to harness the void's power and protect themself against their shitty family (? details blurry it was either family or a weird old man? )

4 made character in some weird distant lout of trash family au,, tis a dragon who is either sleeping or causing chaos or even both somehow

5-6 revamped doodles of an old story in which the main character, Horang, is the lone survivor of an old heroic adventure to kill the great demon. Or well, thought to be the lone survivor because they find their childhood friend and companion (Haneul) who they thought was dead. Also they adopted a tiny child (Bom) with the power of poison(? undeveloped, i have no clue what power she should have but it was seen as bad).

[flecks-of-stardust]

slightly different route:

the legendary one cycle sprint to ascension! route suggested by @sevenrs which i decided to try. the route is honestly pretty similar to what i was doing before, with a few minor tweaks that ended up making it faster than my original route.

as you can see from the score screen though, it's not actually 'one' cycle; i starved twice to bring my karma up so i could go to pebbles. but the game doesn't know any better :) tbh this was pretty fun, particularly because i'm more familiar with the route now. if you're okay with navigating drainage system and filtration system in the dark, you can give it a whirl!

[autistickfigure]

in trying to be Funny for Camp i now have to think about BOB past. FUUUUUCK

*you know how it is with spaghetti

[marsmarbles]

If you have the time, could you maybe do a scene with bigb teaching grian how to bake his famous cookies? Or maybe something a bit more angsty, like one of them getting to the other only to find their leftover items? Or whatever you want honestly! Thx for the secret soulmates food! :p

I had an idea for this request but it would be too much to draw so I’m actually gonna try and do some writing instead. Sorry for those who don’t like reading. It’s kinda long.

Golden Light to Silver Shadows

Grian nervously stood before the Food Crew’s bakery entrance, clamping his sweaty hands on a present he had spent all day preparing for BigB. Turning the knob of the door and pushing it open activated an alarm system set up by Fwhip. A bell rang and a few note blocks could be heard. It was a charming little jingle to welcome customers. The bakery was cozy with cherry plank walls and coffee colored spruce floors. A few circle tables were sprinkled in the center of the room with booths lining the walls. Lanterns, succulents, and baskets of flowery bushes hung from the ceiling. BigB was sat behind the counter. He was examining the creases in the floorboards with his head resting on his hand. He had been daydreaming. BigB loved his bakery, but it was admittedly boring to wait for customers. The door jingle alerted him to Grian’s presence.

“Grian!” BigB lit up in excitement, his antennae wiggled with joy. The genuine excitement to see Grian was more than enough to make Grian’s face flush. “Hey, BigB. I uhhh… made something for you.”

Grian slid a bag of cookies across the counter with shaky hands. They were neatly wrapped in a shimmery clear bag, tightly fastened with a blue ribbon with gold accents. “This was my first time ever making cookies, so sorry if they’re bad. Maybe you can show me your secret recipe,” Grian laughed nervously.

BigB gleefully loosened the blue ribbon holding the bag shut, took a cookie, and ate it whole. It was crunchy and thin and….hollow(?)…they weren’t bad by any means. For Grian’s first time, BigB appreciated the love and effort he put in. He had waited all day for someone to show up to the bakery. And the fact that it was Grian made it even better. He didn’t want him to leave just yet.

“How about we make some cookies together! The cocoa beans should be ready in the greenhouse,” BigB suggested, gesturing to the entrance to the greenhouse just behind him.

“I’d love to!” Grian quickly replied. The word ‘together’ was enough.

After BigB stashed away the cookies for later in the top cabinet, he and Grian made their way to the back door to the greenhouse. Grian had to do an awkward shuffle around the counter to keep up. The greenhouse was gorgeous. Golden light shone through the semi transparent overhang and broke through the flowers and leaves. Parrots chirped and bees buzzed. Luscious plants swayed in the gentle breeze. Glow berry vines slung from the ceiling as axolotls and frogs popped out from the ponds, curious of the new visitor. Grian stared in awe. This was more of a massive nature preserve than any greenhouse he’s ever been in.

“Grian?” BigB broke Grian out of his trance. “The cocoa bean farm is over here.”

“Uh right,” Grian said, adjusting his glasses and wiping his mouth and chin with his coat sleeve (just to make sure he didn’t drool while distracted).

BigB led him to a cluster of jungle trees. They reached high, popping out the top of through the ceiling. Podzol and bamboo were dotted around in clumps. Just past the cocoa bean farm was the end of the greenhouse. Through the transparent walls could be a seen an expansive jungle forest, stretching well beyond the world borders. BigB pulled off a ready cocoa bean plant and inspected it for abnormalities. After checking that it was good, he held it out for Grian. “Why don’t you try to break this one open?”

“Uhh I dunno,” Grian held his hands up, unsure.

In that moment, Grian took a pause. Actually, the whole world felt in slow motion. Something unseen had disturbed the peace. His Watcher senses were tingling, so to speak. Something was about to happen….. Suddenly, as the world picked back up in speed, BigB’s calming smile was shot down with an excruciating pain all throughout his body; every muscle, every ligament, every organ, each and every follicle of hair. The cocoa bean plant dropped and exploded on impact with the earth. A jolt went up his spine and his legs went out on him. He tumbled to the ground. He had no process time to scream or cry out in pain. He just fell.

“BIGB!!!!” Grian shrieked, dropping to his knees to assist him just as fast as BigB fell. “B-BIGB WHAT HAPPENED ARE YOU OKAY??”

“I-I…I think I’m going…J-Jimmy…he-”BigB managed to get out with a weak shaky breath.

“BigB! BigB! Please I need you to stay with me BigB,” Grian frantically cradled BigB in his arms. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes. He checked chat…

…Jimmy had fallen to his death…

Oh, fucking of course, Grian thought. Grian hadn’t considered Jimmy being in control of BigB’s lives, but with that confirmation he’d might as well think of this as his final moments with his secret soulmate.

“Grian….” BigB mustered the strength to caress Grian’s cheek and wipe away a tear. “…it’s ok….i’ll be right back….it’s just one life….”

“BigB….” Grian quietly whined, taking BigB’s hand, keeping it held to his cheek. He felt it go cold and his arm become heavy. Grian saw the last of the light in BigB’s dark eyes fade as his body became limp. Grian pulled his lifeless corpse into one final hug. And as BigB dissipated into smoke and billowed away…..Grian was left alone.

All the light and magic that the greenhouse had greeted him with was gone. The birds went silent, the bees hid back into their hives. The trees and flowers went grey and the golden light became silver shadows. Silently, Grian collected BigB’s fallen items, keeping his head down to hide his tearful look. And as he slowly closed the chest he stored BigB’s items in, he heard voices in the distance. It was a collection of people, most notably Scott, Martyn, Fwhip, and Joel, with a tomato faced Jimmy stomping ahead of them.

“Jimmy!!! We’re sorry!! We didn’t think you’d miss the water!” Scott cackled as he tried to explain himself to Jimmy.

“It was bad maths!! Bad maths!!” Martyn pleaded with a giggle.

“We didn’t think you’d die!!” Scott added, trying to breathe through his laughter.

“IM NOT HAVING ANY OF IT!!!!” Jimmy snapped back at them. “PLAYING BUNGEE JUMP WITH FISHING RODS IS THE LAST THING WE SHOULD BE THINKING ABOUT DOING IN A PLACE LIKE THIS!!! WHAT DO YOU THINK IMMA TELL BIGB, ‘THAT IT WAS JUST A PRANK’!!??”

Jimmy stormed into the bakery, and as he slammed the door, Fwhip’s voice was cut off; “but it was just a prank-“

Grian could here Jimmy stomp about in the bakery. He must’ve been looking for BigB. Jimmy ran out into the greenhouse and froze to find Grian and the aftermath of the incident. Grian stood there with a clenched fist and a chest by his feet. He gave Jimmy a stone cold glare with his dark eyes. Jimmy flinched at the sight of his expression.

“I put BigB’s stuff in this chest,” Grian said almost robotically, pointing to the box.

Jimmy desperately wanted to apologize, but Grian looked like he would accept nothing; not even a notch apple. Grian stiffly walked past him.

“I’m sorry….about BigB…” Jimmy made an attempt at an apology, hoping that Grian could find it in him somewhere to forgive him. Grian paused.

“It wasn’t your fault, Tim….” Grian said without turning back to him. “It was their’s….”

Grian continued walking, leaving Jimmy to wallow. He made his way to the bakery and took a seat at one of the circle tables. The room felt cold and desolate compared to before. Like it was a completely different place that the greenhouse had spat him back out into. He shuffled his chair forward and laid his head down, waiting for BigB’s return.

I actually had a lot of fun writing this, even though I wouldn’t consider myself a very skilled writer(and there’s most definitely a lot of mistakes I made lol). I felt like it was easier to depict a full scene compared to a comic(which would’ve probably taken me weeks). So I’ll do more writing like this in the future.

[twelve-nights]

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[darkdevasofdestruction]

Always By Your Side ~ Jack Hanma x Reader

Just a little fic in which Y/N’s and Jack’s relationship is depicted from their childhood in Canada, when there were around 13 years old, all the way to the Escaped Convicts saga. Enjoy~

“Jack, I’d like you to stay over after the class is finished. I need to have a conversation with you.” The maths teacher called out to the tallest boy of the class who had failed to do his homework for two weeks in a row. He didn’t vocalize his answer with words, instead, he merely grunted and nodded.

“Uhhh, Jack’s in trouble, Jack’s in trouble~♪” some of the boys were chanting and giggling, yet despite how annoyed he was, Jack didn’t bother to retaliate in any way. “Enough, you guys. Or do you want to get detention for disrupting the class?” with a stern look from the teacher, the obnoxious boys shut up. “Y/N, you too, stay after class.” Though there was no reason for the little girl in the far back, for she was the definition of a teacher’s pet… More or less.

The class went by at an exorbitantly slow pace, and whilst the blond had no care in the world, the little girl was nervous to the point of almost zoning out. When the bell finally rung and announced the end of the math’s torture class, all the children stormed out happily, ready for recess. The last two remaining slowly got out of their desks and went in front of the teacher and see why they were summoned.

“Jack… I’m really concerned about your grades. I know you’re a smart boy, but you never put in the effort. Your other teachers are complaining about the lack of interest in your education. I don’t want to have to call your mum, but if you continue like this, you won’t be able to graduate school and get into highschool. It would be a shame if a bright young man like you would lose important opportunities for the future, just because of his lack of care.” The teacher spoke in a gentle voice, yet the boy wasn’t sketching any emotions. “I don’t care about having an education. I got into school because it was mum’s wish for me to socialize and get an idea about what people are like. I’m not interested in having an intellectual career. My only interest is in getting stronger.” The boy that was towering at a ridiculous 1.80m, and for a boy who was barely 12 years old, he sure was intimidating. “Jack… Your body can’t take it. You are ill. You will never make a career from sports. Please be realistic.” The teacher sighed and harshened her voice. “… Miss… Please don’t say such things. If it’s his dream, you shouldn’t demoralize him. There have been many cases of people working so hard that they beat all odds. Maybe Jack can be one of them.” The mousy little girl that looked like a little flower next to an old, imposing oak tree, spoke in a voice that although barely audible, it made the blond look at her for the first time since he started school. “You’re a child, what would you know? It’s important to be realistic, otherwise you’ll end up like one of those delusional adults who end up homeless. You’re no different. Just because you have high grades, doesn’t mean you’ll ever become a doctor. Look at you. You can’t even look people in the eye, and people don’t even hear you when you speak. Not to mention, your socializing and communication skills are awful and none of your classmates like you. Being a medic requires all of these skills.” The teacher reprimanded the girl whose head was hung. Jack didn’t like it. Who the hell did the teacher think she is, scolding them like that, for no reason? “… I don’t need your opinion on my future. So… Would you please tell us exactly why you called us here? We have to go to our next class.” Jack was impressed by the little girl who although had a submissive posture and expression, she still held her ground and spoke up. “Ah. I see. You’ve got connections, so you know you’ll get in the system, regardless of how awful you are. No wonder… With each generation, the medical system gets ruined further. Alas.” Looking down, Jack could see the way her nails were digging into her arm’s flesh – If you saw how she was biting her lip, you’d think she was shaken up. But Jack knew better. Jack knew Y/N was desperately trying to keep her volcanic impulses out of control, in fear of getting in trouble. If she could, she would rip the teacher apart – And frankly, so would he. “Get to the point already.” The blond’s voice pressured the teacher into speaking. “Y/N, I want you to be Jack’s tutor for the next two years and make sure he does his homework and gets his grades up enough so he can graduate. Understood?” the bitch teacher gave the girl a stern, harsh look. “If he agrees, I have no reason to refuse.” She muttered, looking away. “I don’t need a tutor, and I don’t need to listen to you either.” With that, Jack turned on his heel and stormed out of the room. To think his time would be wasted with non-sense like that. Though he wasn’t expecting it, Y/N rushed out after him, and although it wasn’t easy keeping up with his speed-walking pace, she managed to get next to him en-route to the next class. She didn’t speak a word, until they reached the door of the Physics class. “Hey… Jack?” he looked down at her, and saw how much she was struggling to keep her eyes from constantly shifting away from him. If he didn’t know any better, he’d have though she was just afraid of him – But it was the same with everyone else. “I believe in you. I’m sure you can do anything you set your mind to. So… Don’t give up… Okay?” his eyes widened, watching that beautiful shy smile of hers as she encouraged him. “…Thanks.” He offered a side-smirk and a huff of amusement, before opening the door for her, and getting into the next class.

 Although he outright refused the teacher’s offer for tutoring, he didn’t refuse Y/N’s help. Though he didn’t want to bother with school, he didn’t want to disappoint his mum either, though his main goal remained the same – Avenge his mum by defeating the devil himself, his own father, the one who abused and tortured Diane Neil all those years ago. He wanted revenge for himself, and for his mum, most of all. But for that, he needed to get stronger. So much stronger. Infinitely stronger. That was the only focus in his life and it won’t change until he’s achieved this goal of his.

Since then, Jack moved his seat next to the girl, and would go over to a café for short study sessions, for the sole reason that he didn’t want to bring anyone over to his house and disturb his mum, who was still mildly disturbed by her trauma, and going to a girl’s home would be disrespectful to her and her parents, so a common, neutral ground was the best choice.

Much to his surprise, he didn’t mind these sessions. Although he saw them as a waste of time – Precious time that could be spent at the gym, refining his muscles and getting stronger, this was the least he could do to ease some of his mum’s pain. That’s all he needed to do – Finish school. He didn’t have to bother with highschool or anything like that, though soon, he knew he’d have to leave for Japan and start a new life.

Though he didn’t mind this time spent with her, it certainly was weird for him – He wasn’t used to being into a relaxing, calming environment, with a calm and quiet person who makes him feel so at ease and comfortable. He was drinking water, while she was drinking some sugary coffee, which in itself, was a weird thing for a kid like her. He was eating an overly exaggerated amount of food, while she’d barely eat a piece of cake or a tart – In fact, he’d feel so weird that he’d try to convince the girl to take some meat from his plate. Of course, he’d pay for everything, because not only it was him who needed the help, but he was already eating and drinking plenty compared to her, it was barely significant. Whenever he was working out, he was listening to the loudest, most aggressive music, while Y/N seemed peaceful listening to this café music. Also… He was always frowning, but she had the cutest kitten smile he’s ever seen – Though it wasn’t easy seeing it, because she was always looking down timidly and her visage was hidden behind that silky curtain of pretty hair.

Hold up… Why was he using so many compliments when thinking about her? Was this what his mother once described a ‘crush’? Ridiculous. This is preposterous. This can’t happen. He barely has any time to bother with the boring school shit, let alone with a crush. That’s the most awful outcome possible.

In truth, once he’s got the hang of the latest classes, he was going to tell the girl that they can’t meet up anymore. He really didn’t want to let his mind slip away from his ultimate goal… But he couldn’t. Not when he found out how bad her bullying was. Why has she never told him before? He could have easily beaten them up, or at least, intimidated them enough to leave her the hell alone. Seeing her on the ground, taking the beating and mocking from all those surrounding her made his blood boil… And if that wasn’t enough, the girl struggled to get up, and formed fists from her hands and tackled one of the boys. She mounted him as if she was some expert grappler and she pummeled his face bloody with her strikes – Until she got snatched off and dragged away, slammed into a locker. She had her guard up, just like you see fighters shielding their face from the impact, but she was far too fragile to last long. But Jack was surprised once again by an uppercut to the bully’s jaw, that sent him away. “WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO YOU?! I DON’T DESERVE ANY OF THIS SHIT – FUCK OFF ALREADY!” she looked absolutely feral, and if she had the strength, Jack was sure she’d have clawed and mauled them into ribbons like a mountain lion… But she was a baby ocelot at best.

The circle of bullies kept taunting and insulting her – He couldn’t stand it any longer – Though impressed by her power of standing up for herself and even retaliating and going against her no-violence rule, not only was she outnumbered, she was overpowered too. He stepped in from out of the shadows and picked the bully pinning her to the locker and effortlessly throwing him to the ground with a simple bitch slap. No matter how the bullies wanted to verbally make fun of him, the truth still stood – He was stronger than anyone there, in spite of even his illnesses and health.

But fate made things only go downhill for the two of them – It was as if they weren’t meant to have fortune or happiness -  A teacher came over and was easily bewitched by the bullies who claimed Y/N went crazy and started beating them up for no reason… But they didn’t have the guts to mention Jack, who could easily stomp them dead. She got detention for two weeks and a ruthless scolding, and no matter how much she tries to explain that it was her who got bullied, she shut up. “Of course, always take their side. You must really enjoy all the booze you get from their parents’ distillery, don’t you? You’re corrupt and unjust, and you never care about any idiot like me who gets bullied by those jerks. I hope you drown in whiskey.” Her voice was cracking with anger, something he never thought he’d witness, and he was reminded of the times he caught his mum crying whenever she thought she was alone. He was appalled by the situation.

Not watching the girl stomp away from the hallway, he waited until the bunch of giggling bouffons left so he could rough up the teacher, threatening him so that he wouldn’t do anything that stupid ever again. To hell with the rest of the classes, he was going to skip and look for the girl whose hood was up as to not draw attention to her bloody face. It would look like some kind of domestic abuse if anyone saw her, and it was enough that her parents would be devastated if they found out she was being picked on at school… So better find a way to hide it.

“Y/N. Wait up.” The familiar voice of Jack, one of the very few people who was ever nice with her, made her stop in her tracks. “Come over.” Though she didn’t move at first for a while, with a bit more pushing, she stepped next to the boy that was comically taller. He guided her to a nearby fountain and made her sit on the edge, while he knelt by her side and took out the tissue pack that his mother always sneaked in his bag. Taking off her hood, he wet the tissue, and with a hand on her face to keep it steady, he cleared away the blood. Surprisingly, her face wasn’t as busted as he thought it would be, based on the blood – Just a busted lip and some nose blood, but other than that, it seemed to have been the bullies’ blood.

Maybe it was from shame or embarrassment, but Y/N said absolutely nothing, and only looked down or kept her eyes shut. If she tried to make some eye contact before, now, she wasn’t even bothering. What could he say that would make her feel better?

“You did good.” He muttered, one he took her hands to wipe them off those jerks’ blood. The knuckles were bloody and forming bruises were beginning to be shown. “It was pathetic.” She sneered lightly. “It was absolutely pathetic. It’s always been. I can’t even stand up for myself. Nobody ever listens to me. How stupid.” Jack did everything in his power not to get angry – He could understand perfectly what she was saying. Yes, she may be small and frail, but he was ill and skinny – Or, at least skinny for his own standards. What was the difference anyway? The outcome was the same. They weren’t capable of achieving what they wanted because of their body. “I will protect you.” He found himself blurting out without even realizing – Once they both processed the weight of those words, their cheeks got flushed and they looked away. “Your presence alone was enough today… But you won’t always be by my side, Jack. What if I will be a target again at highschool? I… I really don’t get what I’m doing so wrong that I’m so unlikeable… But I don’t like fighting. I don’t like fighting… I like watching… That’s how I was able to get some hits today… But this… This is not me. I feel… Weird… Why do I have to protect myself? Because people are dumb and they don’t like me? Screw that. It’s their fault, not mine.” She explained herself – And she was right. What if he’s not there, but she needs him? His own mum was a US soldier, and she still couldn’t protect herself – Why would Y/N be any different? “Come with me to the gym. You’ll be able to defend yourself if you need to.” This statement made the girl look up at him in horror. “M-Me? At the gym? What in the world would I be doing there? That’s not a place for someone like me. Look at me. Besides… Even if I go, I won’t have the time to study, and I need extra time to find out ways to stay ahead so I’ll be able to explain and help you with the studies. There’s only so many hours in a day.” She muttered, scratching the back of her neck. “I made time for the useless study-sessions so I can pass school next year. You can take two hours out of your time to workout.” Insecure, awkward, nervous, anxious, afraid, embarrassed and many other negative emotions were easily displayed on her face. He knew it wasn’t easy, stepping up and trying to get stronger, when your body was created weak and frail, giving you an unfair advantage, but at some point, you gotta get stronger not only physically, but mentally and emotionally too. Being resilient is the first step to getting better. “…You really think I can do it?” she managed to ask, seeking for the littlest bit of hope. “Let’s fight together to get better.” Getting up, Jack extended his hand towards her – And after a deep breath, the girl put her little hand over his, and he helped her step up, not letting go.

Maybe by helping her, he’ll be helping himself, who knew? Jack thought to himself as he watched how awkward the girl looked standing in front of the boxing of him, in a tank top and a pair of large pants – She looked so out of place, it was hilarious. Still, she tried her best, as much as she could. She had no strength, no energy, no stamina, and not even a quarter into the workout, she was already dead on the ground. It looked comical to Jack, but for someone like her, with noodle limbs and the height of a smurf, she lasted more than expected.

Although, everyone was a smurf compared to him.

For over a year, Y/N went almost daily to the gym and did the same routine until she was able to complete it fully – Though she never told Jack, he knew that she must have tried to do some stamina training at home too. Every time she came over, even if she didn’t actually have the time to actually work, she brought over food and water, making sure the boy doesn’t overwork himself and forget to take care of his health. She already saw him taking a shit ton of pills… Without the right amount of nutrition, his body was going to break sooner than expected.

“Will you really be okay, Jack? I’m pretty sure I counted at least 30 pills just now. Is your health really in such a bad shape that you need all of them?” she was sitting criss-cross on his back as he was doing push ups. “They are drugs.” He admitted, his exercise flow remaining unchanged. “Drugs…? Are you doping, Jack?” he grunted in confirmation. “Oh, Jack, that will destroy your health even more. You won’t last long if you keep taking them.” The worry in her voice was obvious. “It’s fine. I just need to get strong enough to defeat my father. Everything else doesn’t matter.” It was such a depressing thought that Y/N fell quiet for a while. “What about your mum? If you die, she’ll be very upset.” She tried to reason with him. “She wants my father to defeated just as much as I do.” Jack explained calmly. “I’m moving to Japan once I graduate.” “Is this really the only dream you have for your future, Jack? You train hard, you defeat your father, and then… That’s it? The world ends at that point?” she asked once again. “Don’t you want to… I don’t know… Travel? Or…Pick up a hobby… Go scuba-diving? Learn…Embroidery? I don’t know- Anything.” She kept trying, but it only made the man chuckle underneath her. “Embroidery, Y/N? Do I look like someone capable of… Embroidery? I can’t even pronounce that thing, let alone, do it.” Now that she thought about it, the whole image of Jack embroidery was hilarious. “Okay, okay – It was the first thing that came into my mind.” She admitted, and after a few seconds of thinking, she spoke again. “I believe you can do it, Jack. If anyone can, it will be you. I… I don’t know what kind of… Big-ass hulk monster thingy your father is… But I believe that you will be able to do it. I’ve never seen a stronger, more diligent and ambitious person in my life. You’re really inspiring. I hope I will be able to get the motivation that you have some day.” Her confession made the boy smile, but said nothing. But then, Y/N heard him chuckling all of a sudden, surprising her. “This inspirational bullshit could kill me any day, and you’re supporting my doping. You want to become a doctor, but you encourage me to go further with my training. That’s funny. You’re a walking contradiction. Why are you supporting my suicidal dream?” he asked, curious of her answer. When she didn’t answer for the longest time, he thought she was way in over her head to even answer, and it was just an encouragement – However, as soon as a reply was heard, he stopped his exercising abruptly. “It may be suicidal, but… A dream is still a dream. If someone told me that I should give up on my dream because of… Whatever reason… I would get pissed off too… So who am I to tell you to change your ambition, when you’re working harder than anyone to achieve it?” the abrupt stop in the pace made Y/N lose balance and fall backwards from his back, her legs awkwardly placed over him. “Want to come over to Japan with me? If my guess is right, we’ll get to see a ton of underground fights.” He wasn’t even sure what he was feeling anymore, but after hearing someone being so supportive with him, after all the self-hatred, all the overworking, all the killing pills that he’s had to go through… It was a welcome breath of fresh air. “It just so happens that I have an aunt who lives in Tokyo and I usually spend my holidays at her villa. She has no children, it’s just her, her husband and her dogs, but they’re mostly away on business trips and she desperately needs someone to look after the house while they’re gone. I’m sure she’s gonna love one or… Two… People… Staying there… Permanently.” The girl coughed, quickly getting up and looking away. “Sounds like a plan to me.” He let out a content exhale before telling the girl to go back to her reading on his back so he could continue his workout.

Thought it all, Y/N was there by his side. When he punched the sandbag for 12 hours straight without eating, hydrating, resting or even going to the restroom. When he lifted weights until his body collapsed altogether and he looked like a tall mummy.

Once the two moved out of Canada and settled in Japan, he was approached by some weirdo scientist ho wanted to experiment on him with some dangerous yet efficient steroid concoction that was meant to make his body keep up with his over-training, to the point that the doctor began reticent, thinking that it would kill him in days. But it didn’t. Jack was alive, and well, and he killed a polar bear with his own two bare hands… Just like his father.

Though Jack was now stronger than ever, his once clear mind was fogged with desperation, thirst and hunger for power, to the point that he gave that poor animal an agonizing death. Y/N could barely recognize him anymore… This Jack was a complete different person. He may have grown in age and size, but his mind regressed to something that could see only violence and nothing more. He was apathetic and had no more emotion on that stone hard, frozen face of his that once had such a charming smile.

They were about 20 now, and while Y/N finished highschool and was already well into her University years, and yet, nothing changed about Jack, with the exception that each time she saw him, he seemed bulkier and stronger, but at the same time, colder and more stoic. He was barely speaking to her anymore, and even the basic greetings or ‘thanks for the meal’ were left forgotten. It was painful seeing him succumb like that. He really wasn’t the Jack that she used to know… No, that was wrong. He WAS Jack, but he was locked deep inside his own heart, and he needed an urgent wake up slap.

Jack, on the other hand, was well aware of his change, but he couldn’t afford to back down or give up, not now, when things were going so well. It’s been over 5 years since they got into Japan, since he started doping with that magic potion from the scientist, since he was able to experience true strength. He was grateful to Y/N for never giving up on him. He knew he was hurting he with his awful behaviour, and that his mother would be completely disappointed by the way he changed, but he promised to himself that once he wins this next tournament, and gets his chance to fight and defeat the dreadful Ogre, he was going to apologise and change. That is, if he doesn’t die in the process.

“I’m entering a tournament. It’s tonight. My little brother and my father will be there.” It was the first time in over 3 years since he’s gone to Y/N and spoke directly to her. An actual conversation. “That’s wonderful! Your dream is finally coming true, I’m so happy for you!” despite treating her so terribly, she still held that sweet, supporting smile of hers. “Are you coming?” his question made her smile even wider and sweeter, he thought. It was making his heart hurt. “I said I was going to stay by your side and support you with every step that you take. Tonight is no different. Tonight, of all nights, is as important as every other night or day that you’re working so hard towards your goal. So – Let’s get ready. I know a really nice BBQ place nearby. A good lunch should prove to be great luck, right?” a nod of his head was enough to make the girl chipper and she rushed to her room to get ready for the tournament. She may have given up on actually working out properly and remained with some light stamina training every once in a while to keep herself, and especially her back and joints in check, but she was going to hype Jack up as much as possible.

Thankfully, he thought, she hadn’t seen the little smile that he had on his face while she was gone out of the room. Whilst getting ready, Jack, too, dressed and gave himself an internal pep talk, before returning to the living room and waiting for Y/N. As soon as she got there, she was vibing. She was happier than he’s ever seen her… No, maybe just as happy as when she got accepted in her Uni. Still, she was as happy as she was beautiful. He doesn’t always realise how much she’s grown over the years… Or how long they’ve known each other. It’s been Almost 10 years since they’ve become friends. She was absolutely glowing.

“Lookin’ great as always, Jack! Let’s go.” No matter how much he wanted to compliment her… He couldn’t. He was so unstable that he couldn’t even remember what he was like before all the doping mess. It was a shame. She deserved better… But this was the only thing he could offer her.

During lunch, he ate a copious amount of meat, and it was all as delicious as he was told, yet remained as silent as ever. He knew Y/N was trying very hard to come up with different conversation topics, and whatever gossip and rumour she heard from University, but he only answered in grunts and shakes of his head. He knew she was trying to get his mind away from the anxiety, nervousness and anticipation of having the dream of defeating his number one enemy finally become reality, but that was the only thing his head was focused on. Complete annihilation.

Underneath the Tokyo dome, the greatest underground arena in Japan was hosting the Maximum Tournament, and everyone wanted to defeat Baki, the contending champion, who so happened to be Jack’s little brother. The whole place was huge, the stadium was filled with all kinds of people, but the rooms around were occupied by all sorts of fighters, tall or short, buff or not, old or young – Each with their own special techniques… Or not.

Jack wasn’t a sociable person, so he didn’t want to stay crowded with all the other plebs, so him an Y/N went to a room with a TV, so they could watch the competition away from all the others. Some fighters were great, while others were below even mediocre, it was pathetic. And now, it was finally time for Jack’s match. “Give ‘em hell, Jack!” Y/N walked with him all the way to the wooden fence arena that circled the fighting area, a place where only the fighter’s friends are allowed.

Under the alias of Jack Hammer, the blond Japanese-Canadian fighter went in the arena and got ready for his fight against Sergio Silva, a Brazilian grappler… That he defeated in a single uppercut to his jaw. Ridiculous. He didn’t stand a chance. But that wasn’t the highlight of the match – Instead, the crazy Ogre enters the arena and has a talk with Jack. Yujiro got so excited that he was ready to start a duel with his son right then and there, but Baki appears out of nowhere and kick’s Jack’s face, claiming he has no right to fight his father… Poor kid… Yujiro sent him flying away with a bitchslap, and after a whisper from Jack, he claimed that the blond had every right to fight him as well.

“Congrats, Jack, that was awesome! Though… Your opponent was underwhelming. I guess that’s first rounds for you, huh?” the girl chuckled, patting his back with pride as they went back to the room they claimed. “So… That was Yujiro, huh? What a creep.” “Yes. Once I win the tournament, I will fight him and get my revenge.” He nodded his head, relaxing on the folding chair and watching the TV. “Show him who’s the real deal, Jack!” though she was chuckling and being so innocent, Jack knew she had no idea the amount of sheer power, nor the suffocating aura that his father held. And neither should she know. He didn’t want to worry her more. “I will.” And thus, time passed, and Jack’s second match was ready to begin. This time, it was some Japanese master of some Kempo branch… But all of his fast moves were rendered completely useless against Jack’s raw power… Though, nobody knew the truth behind how Jack was able to draw blood from his enemy.

He was biting his opponents… Before he defeated this guy with an uppercut, just like with the other guy. It seems that’s his favoured finishing move. Great move, it looks very effective. The third round against Alexander Gallen who looked like a wrestler, went almost as smoothly, and with the same finisher move, but Jack was getting a bit more brutal, biting off two of his opponent’s fingers, and hitting him with a powerful nukite to the heart… And the only blood on Jack’s body was the blood spit on his face by Alexander.

“Oh, you. You have blood all over your face, silly. And it’s not even yours.” Y/N grinned as she pulled him back to their room and taking out her handkerchief, he cleaned his face. “Doesn’t this bring back some memories?” she chuckled tenderly as she caressed his face. “It’s been a few years.” He nodded, the corners of his mouth going upwards. “How fast time flies, huh… This tournament too. You beat those guys up so quickly and effortlessly that I didn’t even realise when time flew like that. You’ve really come so far. You’re amazing, Jack. You always were.” Though he never told her, he always appreciated how supportive and genuine she always was with him, when all he ever did for her was give her a hug and congratulate her when she got accepted for University. He must really look like the biggest jerk, just like Yujiro was. He really hated himself for that. Just two more rounds, and the decisive fight. That’s it. “Thanks. Y/N.” he nodded at her solemnly.

Sooner than expected, his fight in the semifinals against the old Aikido master was ready to commence, and Jack showed off by destroying a coconut with his teeth, while the old man used water to shoot into his lacrimal canal and make him feel as if he was drowning. Though this moment of vulnerability lasted a little, Jack was easily able to get up and by away Shibukawa’s achille’s tendon and cheek, and forearm, and by the end of the fight, he even easily used the master’s own technique against him, knocking him out in grand style.

It was absolutely fantastic how he seemed to have received no amount of damage over all. He was an absolute, undefeatable beast. When the finals were ready to take place, Y/N helped him put on the coat on which his real name was inscripted with Japanese symbols, making the shocking reality of his heritage known to everyone. The two brothers shake hands before the fight, and even smile at each other, promising to do their best and respect each other. So Jack was still pure and could smile… Y/N was really happy seeing this exchange.

“U-Uhm… Excuse me… Are you Jack’s girlfriend?” a sweet, soft voice asked, from behind Y/N. Looking behind, a girl with long, braided chestnut hair, innocent, worried bambi eyes, wearing a school uniform was standing sheepishly, looking down at her shoes. “Well… I think so. We’ve known each other since we were 13. I guess I’ll ask him when he’s done with the tournament.” Y/N chuckled, very easy-going. “Are you Baki’s girlfriend?” she asked right back, and as soon as she heard the question, the girl’s face got red with embarrassment and remained quiet. “You must be really worried about him, huh? I understand. It’s not easy watching your loved ones get beaten to death.” Y/N nodded in understanding. “My dad… Died like this. I really… Really… Don’t want Baki to die…Not like this… Not now…It’s awful… I don’t get it. Why are they fighting? What do they gain by winning some stupid tournament? What if they get incapacitated for life and they can’t fight again? What then?” the girl, who introduced herself as Kozue, was clinging desperately onto the wooden fence. “I know… I get you. But… That’s their dream. This senseless fighting that we’ll never understand. If we love them, we just have to accept the reality and the threats around… Whatever this is. And we have to support them in any way we can. And if they get hurt, we have to suck it up and take care of them, and raise their morale up.” The two were having the best finale out there – It was, by far, the most intense fight from the entire tournament. Both Hanma children were overpowered. They were inflicting heavy damage onto each other – But somehow, Baki’s strikes made Jack’s body start to deform because of all the drugs he took previously, and he started shrieking and vomiting in agony, all over the arena, and yet, he had no intention of giving up that fight. “Oh my… That’s awful, that’s awful! He must be in so much pain!” though, as soon as Kozue gasped, the blond was able to use that mutated body to beat Baki up, until he was put into a guillotine hold and eventually lost consciousness. “Oh Jack…” Y/N sighed, seeing all his teeth shattering from gritting so painfully, trying to keep awake… But it didn’t work. His limbs fell limb, and so did he, to the ground. However, once Tokugawa came with the winner belt, Baki wasn’t able to stand up straight…

So Jack took him by the wrist and helped him up, declaring him the champion of the tournament. He was smiling so proudly of his little brother, that it made Y/N’s heart swell. He really was the same, sweet Jack that she knew and loved so much.

“Congratulations, Kozue. Go and be with Baki, he needs you.” She smiled at the little girl as if she was her elder sister, before leaving to meet up with Jack. Once she noticed him, she stepped right in front of him and looked up, a small, loving, proud smile painted that beautiful face of her. “You were fantastic, Jack. You never cease to surprise me. You’re better than even Superman or whatever other superheroes from comics that we know of.” “I lost.” He wanted to slam his head on the nearest wall, until his brains exploded all over the place. “So what? You can only get up from here. Come on, give me a hug.” Extending her arms towards him… But he stepped by her, and went onwards. “I don’t deserve it.” He was in a dark place. Not only was he supposed to be fighting his father if he won against Baki… He lost both matches by default. “Please don’t say that, Jack. Of course you deserve it. Don’t run away.” Though the girl pleaded, Jack continued to walk… Until he met up with his father. He held a disappointed, twisted look on his face.

“I’m ready to fight.” A toothless, powerless, skinny Jack declares, making Y/N look at his with disdain. He didn’t even wait for a reply from the red haired man, for he lunged in for an attack… Only for Yujiro to counterattack with a brutal bite and a strike that rendered his son barely conscious. Lucky him, Y/N rushed and caught the man in her arms and held onto him dearly, his head on her lap. “Keh. Only an idiot loses twice in a day.” Yujiro sneered, walking away. “Fuck off, will you, you big, old oaf?” Y/N scoffed, not even bothering to look at the angry man who turned around and looked at the girl with a wicked expression. “Are you that worthless guy’s girlfriend?” he asked, surprising her. “Yeah. What’s it to you?” she looked hilarious, a small, defenseless girl, protecting a monster of a man. “Then get him stronger. He’s doping, his blood is impure. He’s a weakling. Do whatever you can to get him stronger. You’re a woman, do your job.” And he left. What a frick. Y/N really wanted to sock him in that nose and see him bleed. Stupid Ogre. “I never asked you out.” A weak voice called out – Jack was awake. “It’s not too late.” Though he could barely keep his eyes open, her voice was honey to his ears. “I look awful and don’t even have teeth anymore.” A laugh was heard, before he felt a kiss on his forehead. “I considered you asking me out back then, when you asked me to come to Japan with you. If I’m wrong, correct me.” She teased the man, who found the strength to smile in content. He finally felt more at ease, and realized his completely fucked up mind wasn’t helping him getting stronger. “You’re not wrong.”

 As Y/N struggled to get Jack to stand up, a red haired man, a fighter, who was also a doctor and seemingly on friendly terms with Jack, came to his aid and promised he’ll get him better in no time. No wonder he was called the Miracle Doctor, he was above and beyond any physician out there. But this was great and exactly what Jack needed. Not that dumbass scientist who wanted Jack to become Yujiro Jr. but a friend, specialized in the human body, who would rationally and carefully get him better and help him get stronger.

And Y/N gained a new friend too!

Though awkward, Jack would go out with the two of them to restaurants and share pleasant conversations. Kureha really was an amazing influence on Jack, humanizing him, and Y/N couldn’t be happier. Though, the blond wasn’t above forcing his friend to perform an extremely risky surgery to lengthen his limbs. But he was the great Jack Hanma, and nobody was able to stop him once he’s put his mind to it, so the doctor was forced to perform the surgery while Y/N could only watch and help him out with whatever she could. She was, after all, rather knowledgeable herself.

In the end, he got his limbs lengthened in 8 places, and through this, he gained 20 whole centimeters – It was absolutely insane. He must be now the tallest man alive, without a doubt. Not only that, but since he started going back at the gym, resuming his previous Herculean training, he’s gained all his muscles back, and even more. Much, much  more than before. He looked like a beast with his muscles pumped up. He looked absolutely unrecognizable.

But he looked happy. He held the strength that he always wished to achieve. He was an absolute Panzer tank. For a long time, Jack had no contenders, and he mainly spent all his time eating an even bigger amount of protein-based food, and training… And even a bit of sleeping. And though they still haven’t even kissed, Jack’s relationship with Y/N was as comfortable and happy as it always was, even going on dates. Nobody even dared look at Y/N whenever she was walking around, holding dearly onto his huge hand, or being held to his side… That is, until the Death Row prisoners came to Tokyo, and whilst Jack wasn’t involved at first – Ultimately, he had to act.

While Jack was doing his pre-sleeping workout in the basement of Y/N’s aunts house (house that was mostly theirs, even now), Y/N was in their shared bedroom, watching a movie and eating some popcorn. They were supposed to be watching it together, and it was already half-way through, so she decided to call him. However, as soon as she dialed, in the blink of an eye, she found herself standing in the middle of the room, with a blond stranger sporting a thick Russian accent was keeping her mouth shut. Those blue eyes held a killer glint in them – She’s been around Jack for so long, she was very used to seeing people like this guy… Though none ever approached her.

“Keep quiet for a while. Do you understand?” The man spoke in a low voice. “If you scream, I’ll kill you. You know I can make that happen. A mere flick of my wrist and your neck won’t ever be the same.” He meant business. He was really scary… Not scarier than Jack, but considering how his huge hands were all over her head, she knew he could do just as he promised. “Quietly close your eyes if you understand.” She did as instructed, and he slowly let go of her. “Good girl.” “You’re one of those escaped convicts, aren’t you? I’ve never met you, but I know you could easily kill me if you wanted to.” Y/N spoke, keeping her voice steady and low. Hopefully, Jack’s number actually got dialed, and he would realise that something was going on. “You’re after Jack, aren’t you? Trying a hostage sneak attack, to keep him vulnerable because you know you can’t win against him with your power alone. How pathetic.” With an annoyed tsk, the blond slapped her face, making her fall to the ground. “You speak too much, woman. Even more and I will kill you. I really want to see that oaf’s reaction once he sees your broken neck and my hand wrapped around it.” His words were as sinister as his aura… But she’s seen Yujiro Hanma before, and this wimp had nothing on him. “I believe Jack will save me before you even get the chance to approach me.” She stood up defiantly, wiping the blood from her mouth with her arm. “You want to bet on that, then?” though the man was smirking, to his surprise, so was the girl. “I was always good at gambling.” With a small chuckle, she took a step back and inhaled. “JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!” she cried out his name, watching the split second in which the enemy tried to lunge at her – But as expected, her gamble paid off, and Jack was already there, and gave the Russian a huge punch to his face, making his nose bleed rivers as he pulled Y/N into a protective embrace. “I told you I was good at gambling, didn’t I, you weak-ass Rasputin wannabe.” She scoffed, tightening her grip on Jack’s tank top. “Ha. So you really did come. I came after you because I heard you were that little guy’s weak spot, and since he’s the strongest, I wanted to provoke him. “Y/N. Stay behind me. I promise I won’t break the TV this time.” With a cocky, confident smirk on his face, Jack kicked at Sikorsky’s knee as Y/N chuckled, getting behind him. The enemy was on the ground, kneeling. “You’re so weak, you have to retort to cheap tricks like threatening my girlfriend, and you think you can go challenge my brother. How stupid. Get back in line, runt.” Jack picked him up by the front of his cardigan and brought him roughly into a headbutt to the face. Though Sikorsky tried to retaliate, the Gargantuan easily threw him out of the window… From the second floor. “Huh. He really was pathetic.” The girl chuckled, straightening the messy nightgown she was wearing. “Stupid idiot. Y/N, stay here. I’ll go finish the job. I’ll come watch the movie once I’m done.” With a sweet smile on her face, the girl gave him a double thumbs up and watched as her boyfriend jumped out of the large windows. Good thing they were really big, otherwise, she has no idea how he could fit.

But as soon as she turned around to go to bed, she got knocked out, and when she next opened her eyes, she was tied up on the ground in what looked to be a suite at the top floor of a very tall skyscraper. That wasn’t a problem. She had complete confidence Jack would save her, though, this is a rather unfortunate. Especially because, uh… She was wearing only her undergarments. How awkward.

“I’m firmly convinced you’re actually some kind of gross pervert, otherwise I can’t possibly decipher why did you have to undress me.” She scoffed, watching Sikorsky’s wide back as he sat on the couch - though as soon as she leaned to the side, she saw The Ogre sitting opposite of him, a wicked grin on his face as the blond was provoking him. “Oh. Great. Well, have fun, you two.” She muttered awkwardly, getting in a comfortable position and leaning back on the wall as she watched their interaction and listened to their… Conversation, if one could even call it that.

The Russian tried to kick Yujiro, using the table to cause momentum, but his boot was easily caught in between the red head’s arm and forearm. Though he tried to hit again, a tall, buff man wearing a rather ugly purple shirt came out of nowhere and picked the enemy up by his wrist, as if he was a naughty child. Who the hell was he? He seemed to be Hanma’s frienemy or something. The man, ‘The Unchained’, threw Sikorsky towards the glass wall that offered a beautiful landscape of skyscrapers, but before he could touch the windows, he stopped. In that instant, the door was bust open and not only Jack, but Baki and Katsumi were there too. Y/N coughed awkwardly. “Anyone’s got a jacket?” she chuckled in embarrassment. Though Jack said nothing, his eyes flashed with anger. He took off his shirt and kneeling by her side, tearing apart the ropes binding her, he put the blouse over her head, completely covering her. “Are you hurt?” he asked, cupping her face and making her look up at him. Though embarrassed, she wasn’t as shy as when she was really young, and could hold better eye contact with him. “No, I’m okay, he didn’t even look at me. I just don’t get what he gained out of undressing me. Or why he thought using me as bait would help in any way, considering he easily got those two here to fight him. He said he didn’t even care about you and Baki, as long as he could fight Yujiro. A whole lot of stupid, for nothing.” She rolled her eyes, making Jack relax and let out a breath of amusement. She was as fine as always, alright. As snarky and sarcastic as never before. “Do you want to go home?” he wanted to smash him to pieces, but at the same time, he didn’t want to make her suffer more than she did – So he asked her to choose. “Yeah, I wanna go home… After I see what a Russian pancake looks like.” She grinned, motioning for him to help her up. “Sounds like a plan.” With a cocky smirk, Jack watched as his girlfriend walked past all those strong fighters and went in front of the Russian, sporting a wicked grin. “Didn’t I tell you before, Rasputin? I always win in gambling. Now – All of you, extras – It’s Jack’s job to get rid of this pest, so… Step aside, will you? It may be a pretty big suite, but you’re all big enough to make this place feel cramped.” This incorrigible, cheeky spunk made Yujiro laugh loudly, and even congratulated Jack for finding a fine woman for himself. “I’LL KILL YOU, YOU LITTLE SHLYUKHA!” nobody needed a translation to know what he called her. Instead, they watched as, with perfect coordination, Y/N ducked to the ground just as Sikorsky was about to grab her, allowing Jack to jump over her and kick Sikorsky in the face with his boot, sending him through the glass wall. “Wicked.” Y/N hit a high five with her boyfriend, though just as she said that, the weirdo jumped back inside the suite. “Dude, get a hint and die already, will you?” “I’m unkillable, zayka.” Thus, the Russian, after explaining how he climbed up the building, threw a bunch of glass shards at Jack – But they didn’t phase him in the least. Instead, just as Sikorsky jumped, trying to do a double kick, Jack grabbed him by the ankle and threw him harder outside. “Let’s see if Russians know how to fly.” Jack let out an amused grunt, and ignoring everyone else in the building, he picked Y/N up bridal style and got out, getting her back home. “You know… I never realized how great a quality your shirts are. Very comfy and soft.” She chuckled as she was carefully placed on the bed. He didn’t want to let go of her until he knew for sure they were out of the danger zone. He let be her in danger again. He failed her again, just as he did when they were children, or further on, when he neglected her for all those years. “Keep it if you want. I have many like this one.” He spoke, kneeling down by the bed and holding her small, delicate hands. “Ha, thanks, Jack. Guess I’ve got the perfect dress to sleep in, now.” She was glowing, as always. So positive, so beautiful – She always knew how to keep the mood cheerful and light-hearted… It was the compliment needed for the somber atmosphere he was emanating all the time, though he always appreciated how she kept him in check, level-headed and present. Human. She kept him human, just like Kureha did. She was an angel. “Y/N. I failed you, again. Will you forgive me?” he watched as the girl’s eyes widened, as she straightened up, turning to face him. “Are you crazy, Jack? Forgive you? Failed? What in the world are you talking about?” she breathed out, putting those soft hands over his rough face. “You haven’t failed me. You never did. You are the best man I’ve ever met in my life. Never think otherwise.” Saying that, she hugged his neck, getting him close to her body. “When you’re hurting, or upset, it upsets me too. I just want you to be happy, you know? You’ve come so far since we were kids… Maybe you can’t see your  progress as anything fantastic, but I watched you grow and get better and better… And you’re amazing. So… Never doubt yourself again, please.” Her words made him close his eyes and smile, yet he didn’t hug her back. Instead, he carefully unwrapped her arms around him, and intertwined their fingers together, leaning in close to her face. “I want to kiss you, but not until I’ve got my revenge on that idiot who dared put you in danger. Tonight I’ll gift you his defeat. Down at the underground arena.” He promised, making the girl’s eyes widen and her cheeks redden, before she started chuckling. “How romantic, you~!” she grinned, waving at him as he left the room to catch that Russian bitch.

Around evening, he found that jerk, showering in some basement. He was all naked – What a coincidence. He was going to beat him to death while naked, just like how he dared touch and even undress his girlfriend. The audacity of this fuckass was through the roof, but Jack made sure to completely destroy him. Once he had him knocked out, he threw him in a box and brought him to Tokugawa’s underground arena. Though, out of respect for the viewers, the old man had the Russian dressed with something to cover himself. As soon as he woke up, Sikorsky woke up in the middle of the sand arena, and found himself facing Jack – Jack who was wearing his fighting boxers alone, revealing that Colossal build of his.

Y/N, too, was sitting on top of the wooden fence, watching the show offered by her boyfriend. “Good news. In this match, you can’t lose from breaking the rules.” Jack was smirking and taunting his enemy. Sikorsky, mad to the point of driven insanity, let out a loud war cry and yelled “DAVAY!” , making Jack smile wider. The opponent rushed and threw some punches, slicing Jack’s forearms. How weak. Next, he threw a barrage of kicks, elbows and knees, but none did any damage to him – He merely took them for the show. Sikorsky’s overconfidence will be the death of him, especially after Jack easily picked him up and threw him into the opposite end of the wooden fence, breaking it.

Though the Russian picked up a nail from it, and was then forced to pick up a wooden, sharp cane from a member of the audience after being kicked in the gut, flying in the stadium where the participants were watching – He tried to use the weapon like a lance, digging it deep into Jack’s stomach – Or so he thought. Jack’s abs were so hard that possibly not even a real spear could no pierce them. With much ease, he karate chopped the wood away and mocked the Russian. His next trick was to throw that nail at him, but Jack simply caught it between his teeth, before he started chewing at him, making a small ball of metal before spitting it at his feet.

“I don’t know your name, and frankly, you’re not worth remembering. Whether you live through tonight or not, I couldn’t care less. But if there’s one thing I’ll let you remember…” menacing, Jack got in front of Sikorsky and grabbed his hands, applying so much pressure that the man cried out, having his bones shattered. “You have no right to touch Y/N. You have no right to endanger Y/N.” and with one last move, Jack kicked the Russian so hard between his legs, that he was weeping on the ground. “Y/N doesn’t like whiny pussies like you.” And he turned around, marching right at the smiling girl, and cupping her face, he pulled her into a deep kiss – Passionate enough to show how much he loves her, and how he appreciated her all these years, yet soft enough that he wouldn’t be to forceful on someone frail and small like her. “Very romantic, Jack, I’m blushing.” She mused, pulling him into another kiss, much more playful and light-hearted. “And this is just phase one. Phase two starts now. Enjoy the show, Y/N. It’s all for you.” Leaning back on the wooden fence, Jack put his arm around her, putting her to his side and planting a kiss on the top of her head, as the two watched Gaia step inside and destroy Sikorsky’s mind completely and irreversibly. “Truly, this day was the best gift I could have ever gotten.”

[leefi]

The Flower That Bloomed Nowhere Read-through | Part 1: Chapters 1-14

Part 1: 1-14 | Part 2: 14-22 | Part 3: 22-34 | Part 4: 34-64 | Part 5: 64-80 | Part 6: 81-90 | Part 7: 90-100 | Part 8: 100-127 (caught up here)

Hi!!!! I've been reading through this webnovel after seeing @ot3's pitch for it and started writing down some thoughts on the characters and worldbuilding and imminent murdering. This story is very, very long and I only reacted up to about chapter 33, so most of my thoughts will involve the worldbuilding and less the murder mystery aspect -- so if you're looking for theorizing you won't find much of that here. Since I'll be continuing eventually, I wanted to post what I did make note of to revisit later!

Most of these are not marked by chapter/section because I was lazy and I'm not sure how easy it will be to follow as a result, but everything is chronological.

everyone here is hijabi mashallah

The visual I'm getting of the solar system/local system/dimension they inhabit is kind of a blend of steampunk and fantasy and uhh some secret third thing. With the walls of their "universe" painted in that puella dollhouse witch lair style. Does the sun bounce around like a screensaver. Does it orbit their earth or is it on a fixed axis flung out into “space”? Does “space” even exist anymore? I’m assuming they’re in an enclosed area that they've created. Do they actively use arcane resources to keep objects (ie star and planets) sustaining themselves, or have they made them self sufficient?

everyone is so mean to Ptolema leave her alone what the fuckk let a bimbo live i want to kill you all you’re so annoying. Ptolema I WOULD be your friend and not ask all these weird ass questions. and we would hold hands and skip and giggle

Yes shes an airhead nepo baby but you guys could try doing anything other than snickering and rolling your eyes whenever she says stupid shit. If she starts arguing back about government war crimes during the Revolution or something then you have my blessing to beat her ass!

I HATE kamsurepa i HATE her i HAYE Her and her stupid ass name

Ran and Su have no chemistry its insane that theyre always hanging out every conversation is like uhhh (awkward silence) (rude comment from Ran) *Su voice* wow she gets me so well. every time they talk im like what the fuck just happened.

Su’s internal narration is too self aware for me. it’s like she talks like she knows she’s a character? or something. it's self-deprecating in a very bizarre way

im sorry i don’t know if i can continue with this. i know too many med students irl and these characters are literally pissing me off. compliments to the author for realism you knocked it out of the park

Oh, thank you very much!" Kam said, reverting back to her smiley-diplomatic form for a moment before stepping away from the counter and continuing as she handed us the cards. "...as far as it seems to me, the desire to reproduce is essentially an immature form of pursuing life-extension - this idea that you'll 'live on through your children' that's patently pseudo-mysticism justifying what is ultimately an animal instinct." ⬇️ I’m going to grab her ginger head and swing her around like bowser in mario 64. SHUT UPPPPP SHUT UP please tell me shes the one that dies

You know," I mused idly, my eyes wandering. "I think this is actually the fourth glass ceiling I've seen today." "Mm, it's true that you don't see a lot of women working in Aetheromancy," ⬇️ I know this is a small nitpick but aren’t we really far into the future why do they keep using terms like this 😭 gendered stuff like this still exists billions? trillions? of years into the future?

Why has the disco elysium skill tree randomly started talking to su. Is this her future self nagging her. Is she pulling a han sooyoung. when do we get to the various utsushikome ego deaths

"prosognostic overlap"…do ppl repeat faces? Are most people cloned at this point? What triggered the need for cloning surely medicine is advanced enough that childbirth or test tube babies are feasible? Can bodies be cloned and reinhabited to inhibit aging? Is there some disturbing psychological element to seeing someone with the same face as you? Does it make your brain short circuit? Kam mentioned having children earlier which I assume means people still give birth or have test tube babies, so i don’t know if it’s the result of cloning…but it does sound like a sameface sort of thing. What else would it be if not that though?

Actually, if they’ve figured out teleportation (whatever it was called when they went up the aetherbridge) - let's say they can atomize a body and reforming it elsewhere (though we don't know for sure yet, could also be a fold in spacetime) - transferring consciousness to an empty clone of yourself (and therefore effectively doing away with aging or death wholesale) sounds a lot more efficient and technologically practical than maintaining an organic system that naturally decays. Why keep on finding ways to push the human body past its limits when you could simply transfer a person to a new, identical vessel?

I feel like the key to immortality isn’t maintaining an organic body, which naturally tends towards systems of entropy (being a biological thing, entropy=decay), but rather delineating and separating human consciousness from its host and replicating its original environment perfectly. I’m not talking about making a copy of consciousness, which is just glorified cloning - I’m talking about *transferring* a consciousness.

You could almost call dementia itself the mind's tendency towards its own kind of entropy?

Though if you transfer a consciousness to a younger body, the dementia issue could still potentially remain. Depends on if it the author sees it as a solely physical phenomena (atrophy/buildup of inhibitors of the brain) or there's some metaphysical anomaly about amassing too many memories/"existing" too long in general

The way spellwork is described is really cool and feels super believable. Optimizing multiple concurrent spells into one “function” is intricate and sophisticated, and you have to dedicate a lot of brainpower to doing the math in your head. It’s like they’re coding the real world. I love the way lurina describes this it's awesome.

[bluenightcomedies]

uuuugh i keep procrastinating cuz i wanna make new refs n' arts n' all for us all but art slow so fuggit placeholder pinned abt the system better pinned with comm details, other accs, etc later :3 will reopen for commissions once arty verifies me! as a whole we're legally deaf and disabled! we can all draw but have diff styles/preferences :3 body is 30 (eugh i don't like admitting that) so am adult BUT we don't wanna be involved in nsfw art so pls respect that⭐ We can't get a formal diagnosis due to various real life issues, so we're not going to claim any particular diagnosis, but we can't exactly ignore the symptoms and stay masked forever. We're going to stay out of syscourse as much as possible, of course. 🌙 each alter has an assigned emoji so ppl can tell us apart easier if needed, use em as our tags too (when we remember) note- using they/them for any of us fine too!⭐

(doesn't include alters that rarely or never front) ⭐star emoji = Blue! she/her pls~ guess i'm the honorary host cuz i front most. uhhh... nothing rly too fancy i can say abt myself, i'm p affectionate and love y2k art and hanging out, i try to be as nice as i can >w< my art's usually sketchbooky, with thin lines and soft colors/shading!

💠this blue gem/flower emoji is Azure! she/her, she's kinda new to the system. looks n' acts a lot like me but uh... more childish i guess? very silly, very 'cringe culture is dead'. loves to rp, say silly things, n' cling to people. hyperfixates on Dot Hack (RIP) her art looks like mspaint x3 🌙 (Writing for myself since I'm available.) The name's Lune, hence moon emoji, and I use she/her pronouns as well. Formerly "Starry" but people kept confusing me with Blue due to her star symbolism. Used to be the designated mask, I'm glad I don't have to do that anymore... Sometimes I re-mask out of habit so if something sounds like me but wasn't marked as an alter, it probably is me. I have a flat tone and chronic paranoid anxiety so uh... Let me know if I come across as rude, I usually don't mean to. I enjoy doing research and organizing information, so I'm often the one to fact-check things or find guides and how-to's for the system. My art's very bold and colorful, and friends describe it as 'angular'. Clashes with my personality, huh? 🗝️key emoji = Sylverwynd! he uses he/him! he's super laid back and chill, i've never seen him upset or anything, but he's rly long-winded talks... kinda poet-y? he loves reading and talking abt lore and myths so he'll pop in if ur talking abt something he likes or if he has trivia 2 share! fave genres r horror n' fantasy he's still experimenting w/ style but likes drawing rly soft

❌cross emoji= Laceburner! it/its or they/them pronouns! tbh i'm not used to it/its pronouns but Lace wanted em; it's very uh... emotionally empty i guess? aroace, agender, can't socialize or empathize v well. it usually fronts when the rest of us are tired or in pain cuz it just ignores all that. likes 2000's scenemo aesthetics though which is surprising but ye idk how to describe its style, but it's trying to mimic emo art n' likes bright colored lines with dark bg/colors 🗡️the dagger is Kal! he/him pronouns, he gets angry and stressed abt things really easy but he gets too hostile abt it so he tries to not front too much; need to find him a way to de-stress n' chill out... when he's not mad at smth he's a good sympathetic listener imo, still swears and talks all rough tho hasn't drawn much yet but does rly harsh lines and fast/messy sketches when he does (and gets riled up by mistakes =w=;)

❤️heart is Weiss! genderfluid, goes by any pronouns, usually uses whatever they like at the time x3 has a hard time fronting but tries to. flirty, loves dumb jokes, overly confident... (we worry they'd get us in trouble sometimes cuz the shit they want to say) loves demon and monster-related stuff! still experimental style but uses bold colors and thick rough lines a lot, may get suggestive (forbidden from outright nsfw, don't ask >:c) btw ur always welcome to direct asks @ someone specific >w< we just might take a while to respond

[miss-mossball]

Hi friend! Have there been any parts that you've been more or less connected to since moving into your new place with C & fam? Any new daily routines you've been enjoying?

Hello my friends 💛

So my system’s been fairly consistent through the last year I feel like. The biggest change that happened with moving out was that suddenly I couldn’t control my switches anymore (which used to be able to be planned pretty meticulously around the family) and my symptoms of DID feel more like the textbook descriptions I’ve read, which I always somewhat related to, but a lot of mine felt so.. controlled. Like the switches, the time loss, etc. I guess that’s the part of DID i don’t need anymore, the planning.

The parts who have been around the most since last year are the Docile(Dosy and friends) and it feels a little bit like everything’s fallen into place a little more because they’re kind of the medium space between the two systems (the First system, which functions with a layer of denial to push through and be loyal to family. And the Flower system, which exists entirely entrenched in trauma times).

There was a turning point last year when we decided either we die there or get out, and Chime stepped in to help us get out. Luckily my parents also kicked me out a little bit so it made everything go a little smoother than it could’ve been.

Uh uhhh

The biggest system change came when we decided to cut my parents out of my life. My mind has never been clearer, I can see abuse tactics as what they are - abusive behavior and tactics of control. I don’t doubt myself all the time. And most of all, I’m reconnecting with dozens and dozens of little parts and fragments that had been locked away for many years - the ones who hold all the reasons as to why it was a good thing to cut my parents out ultimately.

It’s been a lot. I’m uncovering so many memories, I’m actually starting to remember years that had been lost to fog. Its really kinda nice even if its a little harrowing :’)

—-

I have weekly routines and daily routines I enjoy. My favorite part of my day is around midnight when both Chime and their husband come home from work, and we all enjoy dinner together (sometimes I make it, Chime’s husband tends to cook often too) Theres not any one thing I enjoy about it, I just like when they come home and we’re all together. (Which is extremely strange for me because I’m a creature of solitude usually and theres hardly bigger anxiety triggers than waiting for someone to come home so???????)

Another routine I like (which has been interrupted by the landlords wife, I had a split about it :’) ) is walking down to the sea across the street, or to the convenience store for snacks. I like having the sense of freedom it gives me

One of my favorite things to do with Chime’s husband is do the weekly grocery shopping. (Another should-be a massive trigger thing, and sometimes it can be) We look at the sales catalogue together and plan what we want to make while we’re in the store. I’m getting a little more used to asking for things I want to make. We spend a lot of time talking even when we don’t intentionally start conversations

Lastly I really like our Saturday plans, when we go out to breakfast at a local diner, then come home and play games all together with Rou, so he can be a little more part of the household too.

I was going to answer this with “None, we don’t have any routines,” (-Flour) but we most certainly do and I do enjoy them, even if there can be varied feelings around them. Healing or something. I am also extremely food motivated, so that counts for something

[little-black-dress-zack-fair]

[Zack arrives at work]

Angeal: Morning, Zargh.

Zack: *yawning* Morning, Ang—huh? What was that about?

Secretary: How are you today, Zargh?

Zack: Uhhh. Fine, I guess?

Lazard: Ah, Zargh! Good morning!

Zack: What the heck?! *flees down the hall*

Sephiroth: Good morning, Zar—

Zack: *slams the locker room door behind him* Nnnnope.

Zack: Kunsel is responsible for this. I'm gonna kill him!

Kunsel: *from the PA system* Gotta catch me first,

Kunsel: Zargh.

*in slums*

Tseng: Target hunts fake mastermind.

Reno: Why we do all of this??

Aerith: This is payback for poorly dug my flower beds.

[the-transid-gacha]

Name(s): Atom + some others you feel may fit

Gender(s): your choice, masc/neu pref :]

Orientation(s): boykisser >:3 + whatever else you feel fits

TransID(s): transspecies , transseverity sh , otherwise uhh go crazy

CisID(s): cisADHD , cisautism , cistypingquirk [tq is your choice] , cissh uhhh idk what else

Pronoun(s): go crazy here

Species(s): literally anything

Age(s): agefluid ?

Source(s): n/a i guess?

Role(s): physical/sexual protector , gatekeeper , hopper ?

We can also add (Upon request): literally anything you want, make em crazy /pos

Like(s): drawing , hyperfixating on random shit , sleeping , sh , anything else you feel would work

Dislike(s): school ☹️

Personality trait(s): prn steals them from others so 🤷‍♂️

Face claim(s): your choice

Para(s): 🗺 , 🧸 , 🐾 , ⚰️ , 🧬 , 💥 , 🥀 , 💤 , anything else you want tbh

Emoji Signoff(s): your choice

I'm just realizing that most of this is up to you.. erm yeah, go crazy idk

This one has some pretty heavy paras! so line break time!! uhhh yeah have a fun time reading! but also take care of yourself today drink water! have a snack!! and sleeeeeep!!!

-Nina

Names: Atom, Nero, Or Starla

Genders: Genderfluid, Bigender, & Genderlessmasc

Orientations: Neptunic, Hypersexual, & Abroromantic

TransIDs: TransSpeciesRam, TransSeveritySH, TransStreetwearFashion, TransFlowerShopRunner, TransHarmed, TransHarmless, TransMedicine, TransHealthyCutting, TransGloomy, TransTailSensitivity (Higher), TransHornSensitivity (Higher), TransDabloons, Trans-subsystem, TransPleasant, TransInsomnia, TransHappyTrail, NullHeadaches, & TransValentine

CisIDs: ADHD, Autism, TypingQuirk, SH, Red hair, Blue eyes, Freckles, Horns, Tail, Dark academia, Tan skin, Gardener, Loner persona, Curly hair, Headaches, Self shipper, & Caffeine addict

Pronouns: Mirror pronouns & Pronoun stealer

Species: Dragon (TransSpeciesRam)

Age: Agefluid rests around 17 most often though

Source: N/A

Roles: Physical protector, Sexual protector, Gatekeeper, System traveler (Pretty sure that's what you meant by hopper!)

Likes: Drawing, Hyperfixating, Sleeping, SH, Flowers, Colors, & Music

Dislike: School

Personality traits: Calm, Patient, Loner, Romantic, & Curious

Paras: Big 3, AAM, Consang, Masochist, Biastophilia, Somnophilia, Drakophilia, Fictophilia, Mastigophilia, Haemotophilia, Traumaphilia, Musophilia, & Sinefaciemphilia

Emoji Signoff: 🐲🪻

Typing Quirk: I - ! , A - @ , S - $ , & C - (

Appearance:

[naradivision]

Hello! uhhh 🏠 for Fusau

🏠  for a moodboard about my muse’s home aesthetics

I rechecked with @hypster-weebster and verified that this ask is for my moody ex-tycoon, Saigo-san. Well, I’d like to say you totally hit the jackpot there! His house is so far the most interesting one and can be called the Miraitabi meeting place.

So...

❖ Welcome to 『Ajisai Residence』 ❖

Mun’s note: I listen to this song for aesthetic and inspiration in regard to his house's idea 🎶

Warning: somewhat long tidbits below

His place is very well-known among the neighborhood as the “Ajisai Resident” because this area is seemingly surrounded by the lavish number of hydrangea (紫陽花). No one knows why there’s so many of them —Maybe someone intentionally planted them there?

This place isn’t originally his estate. He inherited it from his late mother and she had bought this place a few years before her death.

His uncle, Shūkaidō Minazuki, is the one who brought up this place to him, but the main reason why he decides to move in is because he wants to know more about his mother

This mansion was built in the taisho-roman style which is a mix of beautiful western and eastern retro fashions, so in order to save its grace; he had to go through several contacts with talented remodelers, architects (hopefully, involving WHITE CO.), and traditional craftsmen to revive this place against the tide of time

Yes, like any ancient residence with obscure history; this mansion was rumored at one point to be the ‘haunted’ place. Some passersby indicate their sight of the mysterious lady with long hair and white kimono by the mansion’s window from time to time

However, this rumor soon fades away after he has moved in with his attendant (Bodyguard in disguise), and Saigo himself swears to never encounter any superstitious phenomenon during his stay there. Also, he strongly doesn’t believe in ghosts to begin with

Ergo, this causes some of his clients beg him to accept their believe-to-be stigmatized properties into his care —And that’s maybe why he called his MC name “Tsukumogami” out of annoyance ...By the way, no one knows whether the ghost they saw is the real thing or not

Not only its mysterious atmosphere, this mansion also has so many secret passages built in almost every nook of it. But so far the only one who seems to remember all details of this mansion beside the rightful owner like him is his attendant, Chishio —He is the one who takes care of the security system there

Chishio’s personal room is also hidden in the basement and he seems to enjoy using those secret bypasses to jumpscare other people on a regular basis, both visitors ...and thiefs. Honestly, knowing this man... He is way scarier than ghosts. R.I.P. those burglars in advance

All three of Miratabi crews establish an agreement that they’re going to have dinner together at Saigo’s place for the sake of team bonding (Of course, this was Asahi’s idea)

P.S. More delicious bonus: The “Hydrengea” is also the symbolic crest of his uncle’s household, which I plan to reveal A LOTTT later... I’ve already mentioned few of them somewhere and the members of this weird family are all named in the theme of ‘flowers’.

Thanks for the ask :)

[slecnaztemnot]

9+1 Fandom Peeps to Get to Know Better

I was tagged by @invisiblerhythmcat

I feel old doing these fandom games lol. But it was a pleasant surprise!

3 ships you like: I love so many lol... But 3 which have been orbiting my head latest:

Shen Qingqiu/Luo Binghe from Scum Villain Self Saving System. I love their dynamics and exploring various AUs!

Reece/Evan from Liar City by Allie Theirin - recently finished rereading this book and damn, I still crave them. The prickly empath and stonecold (or is he?) agent. They dont even properly touch in the book yet I am feral for them. Mayhaps they will even touch or kiss in the next one!

His Radiancy/Kip Mdang from The Hands of Emperor by Victoria Goddard - queerplatonic relationship of my dreams. True old man yaoi. Gentle and heartfelt.

First ship ever: Inuyasha/Kagome from Inuyasha

Last song you heard: I don't listen to music that often... Czech version of Where Have All the Flowers Gone based on my yt history.

Favourite childhood book: Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs. Problematic fave of my childhood.

Currently reading: Just finished rereading Pack of Lies by Charlie Adhara. Great werewolf read!

Currently watching: My Hero Academia. What can I say, when I am sick, i go back to my anime roots. Wanted to try some modern shounen.

Currently consuming: Planning to have swedish meatballs for lunch. Currently drinking tea.

Current craving: For the school year to be over.

As for tagging... uhhh

@mon-the-lemur

@wolviecat

@hidden-but

@kitikara

@hug4tim

@tedkordisanasshole

@ta-bajna-cerna-okybaca

@sarenraegalpaladin

@noriannbraindripshere

@kittyknowsthings

But no pressure to do it, gods know i always forgot back in the day when I was tagged in these things.

[psychopompsglomps]

people u wanna know more about tag meme from @explosionguts

im. not gonna tag anybody tho sorry i just dunno who the hell i would tag. im flighty. or at least i feel flighty all the time. ehe!

last song: when i got this it was the closing song of Rat Wars but currently im listening to @corviraptor's FREIMESSER, on HOPECHARGER. https://corviraptor.bandcamp.com/album/freimesser

currently watching: uhhh idk. watched the new indy jones movie w my parents tho. decent. idk. i don't think indiana jones should have a cgi budget ever. i think it should have lots of tiny little guys in tiny little models like og star wars background props, and it should have cheap lil pyrotechnics that they make the fullest imaginable use out of. not an awful movie but felt a little empty. a little hollow. cute but. idk. i should replay signalis. that'd make me feel better :3 ugh. Why did We let aconite start this. It just slipped into front. Hm.

three ships: the clemens romanus from corru.observer. psycho zaku. the humble canoe. (We do not have any actual answers for this. None of us, but especially not Us)

first ship: When we were young, we went canoeing with our grandfather a few times.

Favorite color: We are a color coded system. Rust red for Us, lavender (the color of wolfsbane flowers in bloom, but lavenders are a lovely flower as well) for Aconilla (latin diminutive of Aconite, which we decided was the correct nickname for it, underused as it may be), and pastel pink for Ashley. Each of us does also have a secondary color: Moss green, faded brown with hints of orange, and true purple (used in silhoutte).

currently consuming: About to open up a hard cider before We go to sleep.

currently working on: Should finish sewing a hanging strip onto our cloak. Been stalling on that. Should also generally sew more and write more. We are fond of poetry.

relationship status: polyam and sufficiently partnered, though generally open in such matters.

last movie: We suppose we swapped this with currently watching, so We shall try to think of any shows We left unfinished and should come back to.... Does catching up to the latest update of Corru.observer count? It ought.

If any of our mutuals wish to do this, feel free to notify us with a mention.

[nordicbananas]

hiya shroom!! sorry for not answering asks (my immune system is being kicked in the ass which equals to bad responses to them sjshjdjd), so instead; i’m here to ask /u/ a few questions instead hjdjdjdkkd >:33

what two colors do u like that equals to ur fav color?

cardigans or hoodies (the rlly thick n soft ones)?

fav collage//edit u or someone else has made?

stickers or washi tape?

a song//artist that’s out of the genre u mostly listen to but is smth u rlly like? (ex. is if u listen to pop u like this one song//artist that produces & makes jazz music !!)

if given the chance to fully master one instrument, what would it be n why?

how do u see the people u love? ex. is how i see people thru colors n memories !! like how i see u as walking into my childhood town’s bakery before the sun comes up to buy bread n prepare breakfast w my grandma !! n i also see u aa a pale color of autumny orange !!! (is autumny even a real word HELP)

anndd lastly, what’s one movie you’s absolutely love to watch again for the first time?

i kinda lied bc there’s a bonus question but if u were also choose a craft to fully master as well, what would it be n why?

also dw !! i accidentally unfollow a lot if people random (either tumblr does it or i press the wrong button JDHKD) 😭😭 AND THANKYUU 🫶🫶🫶 i currently am in-love w it n am gatekeeping it for the rest of my life HAGAHSGJSGJS

kithes u n twirls away

hi hi my lovely kazu <33

no kazuzu D: I hope you feel better soon!!

I completely understand, take ur time lol

YAY OKI OKI QUESTIONS

uhhh. like. red + blue equals purple? because purple is my favorite. but as in, like, two colors i also like but not as much as purple, that's teal and blue :)

wait I was so ready to answer this one wait- I wanna make a couple cardigans, and i don't really wear hoodies, i just wear my blue flannel and call it a hoodie because it's easier- so yeah. cardigans!

oo okay I'll reblog this with a picture/video once i get it <33

STICKERS 100%. bro I used to use washi tape but I got so mad at it because it kept on falling off and ugh it was so annoying. it's pretty and I was. 7? 8? so I'm willing to give it another chance. but yeah. stickers <333

ooh I like this question! that's probably The Crane Wives, which are folk. most of my liked songs are jpop, vocaloid, and loud sounds, with some lofi sprinkled in, so it's funny to hear them sometimes. seriously though, they are one of my favorite artists ever. I adore their music, and I've been listening to them for a couple years now. (THEY'RE TOURING RN BUT THE CLOSEST ONE IS 6 HOURS AWAY AND IT'S SOLD OUT UWEHH)

piano. i think it sounds so nice, and i love all of the songs i hear with it. however, ive tried it once or twice, and i couldn't go anywhere near as fast as i needed to. so. probably not in my future.

oh I really really like this question. so. i see my relationships as feelings. im really bad at remembering stuff sometimes, so i kinda agree with the colors. but mostly, it's a feeling. whenever i see something from you, the color i feel is a pale blue or lilac. for my friend twig, they're a bright, but not overbearing, green. my boyfriend is a light orange. and the felling i get when i see something from you, dear kazu, is a sort of flowery one. i feel thick and fluffy flowers, with little bees saying hello to each other, and the sun coming down and soaking into your bones. it's not hot, thankfully, but a pleasant warmth. the same one that you feel after a really nice hug, or while cuddled up next to someone you love. for twig, it's the feeling of loud music. listening to familiar sounds and not needing to worry if it's too loud. also, late night calls with friends. one time i was calling two friends and i couldn't use my mic, so i used a soundboard and typed things to them. those things are what twig reminds me of. my boyfriend feels like fog and coloring. but not traditional fog, a fantastical fog that wraps around you and keeps you safe. a fog full of whimsy that protects you from the outside world, while keeping you entertained. and for the coloring, it's just a colorful and wholesome activity. something you can do and then show someone, or give it to them and make them happy. i find great power in colors, and i love looking into their connotations. this was so so so much fun to answer, thank you for asking this kazu <3

oh oh, this is hard. i would say.. kiki's delivery service. i had so so so much fun with my friend (twig <3), and we ended up getting there an hour early lol. we didn't always pay attention, making fun of the male love interest, but it was so silly and fun. id love to experience that again.

BONUS QUESTION HEHE

probably. fashion designing or woodworking. i think making clothes is just so cool, but not "diy this! diy that!" no. I mean full on mannequins, sewing, fabric, buttons, lace, so much stuff to work with and make into incredible things. but sadly, I don't think id ever have time to learn in a way that would matter to me. and for woodworking, oh it'd be so cool if i could make stuff like that. make a table, a shelf, a stand, a spoon. wouldn't that be cool? you could show people and say, "I made this. I used this wood. here's something I'm really proud of" and it'd be so cool! I don't have a real interest in learning though, just knowing it lol.

HEHEEHHEHE THESE WERE SO MUCH FUN THANK YOU KAZUUUU <3333

HAHA OKAY <33

mwah thank you for the kiss <3

may i be the one that spins you?

[skyhighchibi]

OC-tober day 2 - New OC

(i got three pkmn ocs but i dont have their pictures on hand rn so...)

time for rambling aout some of my newest ocs! (first: the ones i have stuff of, then the ones I dont) (tw: brief mentions of ramcoa)

THIS IS SASHA!!! she's an IT with a flower lol. @onlyspeaksinlowercase drew this drawing of her!!

lorewise she is It's sister (both in a setting where there's only one baba/keke/etc and in a setting where there are multiple, it's just that in that her sibling is an it named It). she gets targeted by both the regular IT text and a SASHA text that refers to her specifically. < imagine icely dealing with that lol

here are fangs (first one) and azu (second one)! i made them for a pmd roleplay group haha.

Azu was bullied and neglected as a human and often is scared of being teased/laughed at, while Fangs is her partner who she clings to and often rides on.

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(alright now for the ones i dont have stuff of uhhh)

there's Grape/The Grape System, a plural mage that's a collection of several sisasystems, with the fronting sisasystem being the levelheaded host (unofficially Host, but goes by Grape as well.), a little named Cloudy who is overly excited about stuff, someone else who is overly firey, a kuudere, and maybe other people idk.

they have a sisasystem made entirely out of baba characters lol

there is also Amber, another system! this time a programmed one (yay...). A Noble (from princess the hopeful) who uses the power of Transformation to help with resisting programs, "Amber" herself is a shell alter who makes her HC-DID look more like memory problems, a slightly inconsistent personality, and weird reactions to things. While transformed, she (the collection of hundred-something alters) finds herself having become way more of the free-thinker she was in past lives

anyways. see you day 3 :3