#fubuki con

[lazitoelgato]

This weekend I'm going to an Anime Con, I don't even have any money and I know perfectly well that there is going to be Inazuma merch, and I know perfectly well that I'm going to find something related to Fei or Saru and I'm going to end up exchanging my soul for it

[batneko]

another thread I did on twitter!

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tatsuking streamer AU where King is kind of accidentally living three lives. King, who streams with a facecam and never flinches and draws people in by just being That Damn Good. A catgirl vtuber avatar which is where he streams for FUN and can actually be himself.

And his PRIVATE private account where he is a high roller donor and always funds Tatsumaki's "if we reach this ridiculous amount of money I will wear this sexy halloween costume for the rest of the- WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE HIT IT ALREADY? Y'all are pervs. Thank you." tier.

Tatsumaki has only been streaming for about a year. She quit her job because she hated it, and got a gently-used camera and mic from her beauty blogger sister, figuring why not give it a try? Can't hurt. And she'll find a "real" job eventually.

It took a while for her to find an audience but luckily she already knew how to protect her privacy and manage a chat thanks to Fubuki. When she started getting donations she was like "I guess I better make goals as incentives for people to KEEP giving money"

The old halloween costume was supposed to be a joke. She NEVER thought she'd reach that tier. Now she's got a rotating wardrobe of custom-made costumes, and accessories and apparently calling the donors perverts is NOT a deterrent.

She actually knows King. The first time she reached out to him to ask who made his vtuber avatar, since the pervs funded another "joke" tier. And King feels weird about it, but he instantly fell for her even more bc she's the FIRST one to EVER realize his accounts are both him.

It's not a secret! He doesn't TRY to hide it! It's just that nobody seems to ever make the connection, no matter how similar their names are, or that they stream on alternate days, or link each other all the time.

They've done vtuber streams together a few times, but never a facecam one, since their playstyles are too different. King decided to make sure Tatsumaki heard his real voice not his pitch-shifted character voice while they played together. It was scarier than he thought it'd be.

Granted, it's not like Tatsumaki would ever KNOW King is one of her donors. She doesn't do private chats or anything like that, so she's never heard his voice before. But King is still terrified she'll find out and think he's a creep. But he's too scared to TELL her either.

It's a rock and a hard place! If he tells her, she'll never want to be friends with him (or maybe more? No, no, not a chance in hell. Better to not even daydream about that). But if they become friends and she finds out he DIDN'T tell her, she'll hate him even more.

They eventually meet in person at a convention (where Tatsumaki is wearing normal clothes) and she immediately starts bullying him. "Why are you so tall?" "I don't know... My dad's tall?" "Well tell him to stop it." "O- okay."

She notices how uncomfortable he seems with the crowds, and the way he's trying to hunch in on himself. "Is this why your avatar's a tiny catgirl? Would you be happier if you weren't gigantic?" "I don't think so. I'm happy with my body, just not the way other people perceive it."

Tatsumaki says "Oh, mood," and promptly attaches herself to his side for the rest of the con.

At a panel about vtubing, King wears a cardboard mask of his character and speaks with his normal voice, but still no one makes the connection between him and Serious Gamer King. They're at the same convention! He was JUST on another panel!

Tatsumaki drags King to one of her panels (he has yet to realize she is intentionally protecting him from getting overwhelmed) and the topic of being a Female Streamer and dealing with horny donors comes up. She says yeah, it's weird, and a lot of them are creeps.

(King is quietly dying inside) But, she says, the ones who donate a LOT are actually really nice and respectful. It's only the ones who donate one or two dollars who act like assholes. As if she should be GRATEFUL for their pocket change. The high rollers are total gentlemen.

That evening Tatsumaki asks if King's going to the streamer afterparty. "I'm almost thirty," he says. "If I don't get enough sleep I can't function the next day." "Oh mood," Tatsumaki says again. "We could... go up to my hotel room? For our OWN afterparty." "Like, watch a movie?"

Tatsumaki stares at him for a moment. King just looks confused. "...sure, movie sounds good."

They exchange numbers after the con and go their separate ways. King would have counted the weekend an overwhelming success if it wasn't for Tatsumaki's stream a few days later. He's watching. She's wearing a cute costume he helped pay for. Everything is perfect. And she says -

"I have to tell you guys what happened this weekend. Wait, hang on." She checks something on her monitor. "Okay he's not watching. So I was hitting on this dude HARDCORE like, the whole time." That's weird. Wasn't she with King the whole con? Did it happen during his panels?

"And he's one of those guys, you know, who are super tall AND super shy? So cute." Wait a minute. "And I straight up asked him up to my hotel room, and he goes, 'to watch a movie?'" WAIT A MINUTE.

"I wasn't sure if he was rejecting me or just really didn't understand what I meant, so I said yeah. And guess what we watched. Guess. You'll never guess. That Doom movie from 2005 with Bones and The Rock." King has collapsed to the floor and is hyperventilating.

"Anyway I'm PRETTY sure he honestly did not realize I was trying to bang him, which is adorable but a little frustrating. I got his number. I'm thinking I'll send him pictures of me in cute outfits and ask what he thinks until I drive him insane with lust, that usually works."

King is lying on the floor for a solid twenty minutes before his phone buzzes and it's a picture of Tatsumaki in her latest maid dress (it's pink) tilted artfully to give a peek down the neckline, asking what he thinks. He sends a thumbs-up emoji and goes back to the floor.

[jusmango-shake]

🥭:Welcome to my rules post! Please read it before asking.

Masterlist!

Rules!

Allowed

Nsfw (I'm an adult dw,)

Mildly kinky shit

Poly relationship

Dub-con (Drunk, high, etc)

Yandere (stalking, possessiveness, imprisonment, etc)

Basically anything, Still though. Ask if you're not sure about something.

!!NOT!! Allowed

Non-Con (even for the yandere, too dark. It js don't sit right wit me)

Character x character

Romantic Adult x Child relationship

Non aged up Kid character X Kid character Nsfw/suggestive

Zoophilia, pedophilia, the normal x3

Oc x character

More info!

🥭: I have a very short attention span, so I will not be taking any requests that aren't from the shows/games stated below. I also go on hiatus quite often and randomly at that. if I have "Hibernating" in my bio, well, it means I ain't available.

Fandoms I'm in!

Currently: TMNT (rise & 2012)

Writing for: Donnie, Leo, Mikey, Raph

EddsWorld

Writing for: Tom, Edd, Matt, Tord, Jon

Fire Force

Writing for: the adults and minors (ask)

One Punch Man

Writing for: Saitama, Sonic, Garou,

Mumen ily mumen , Fubuki, Charanko,

Genos

Dr Stone

Writing for: Senku, Gen, Ryusui,

Chrome, Kohaku, etc (ask)

[seth-burroughs]

MDA:RC Character likes, dislikes and abilities

Yuma Kokohead - likes detective novels & peace and happiness for everyone, dislikes amnesia and war. Forte: Coalescence.

Shinigami - likes Yuma, dislikes boredom. Ability: Mystery Labirynth interactions.

Pucci Lavmin - likes classical music, dislikes loud people. Forte: Audial Aptitude.

Melami Goldmine - likes beautiful, heartwarming clothes, dislikes ugly, non-heartwarming clothes. Forte: Spiritism.

Zange Eraser - likes whisky, dislikes modern cellphones. Forte: Thoughtography.

Aphex Logan - likes basketball, dislikes rogues with no sense of justice. Forte: Life Detection.

Zilch Alexander - likes animals, dislikes destruction of nature. Forte: Animal Investigation.

Fake Zilch Alexander - likes destroying nature, dislikes animals. Ability: impersonations.

Swank Catsonell - likes fatty sirloin steak, dislikes fish. Ability: speed eating.

Yakou Furio - likes Kamasaki District meat buns, dislikes debt. Ability: flair for negotiation.

Number One - likes cigars, dislikes sweets. Ability: running away.

Halara Nightmare - likes cats and dogs, dislikes cruel con artists. Forte: Postcognition.

Kei Colan - likes baseball, dislikes loneliness. Ability: foot racing.

Jiei Colan - likes his son, dislikes wasting time. Ability: fixing clocks and watches.

Seth Burroughs - likes wind instruments, dislikes untuned instruments. Ability: chess.

Priest - likes faith, dislikes atheists. Ability: making speeches.

Worshipper - likes urban legends, dislikes a world filled with happiness. Ability: knowledge of the occult.

Nun - likes death metal, dislikes people who can't get into music. Ability: price negotiations.

Servant - likes anime figures, dislikes violence. Ability: video games.

Yomi Hellsmile - likes handmade torture tools, dislikes foolish humans who defy him. Ability: torture.

Martina Electro - likes Yomi's photo / impartial justice, dislikes stalkerish underlings / self-serving people. Ability: interrogation.

Desuhiko Thunderbolt - likes all cute girls, dislikes popular guys. Forte: Disguise.

Kurumi Wendy - likes cameras, dislikes information manipulation. Ability: tailing suspects.

Aiko - likes acting, dislikes fighting. Ability: acting.

Yoshiko - likes teddy bears, dislikes syringes. Ability: sewing.

Waruna - likes trendy makeup, dislikes sympathy. Ability: makeup.

Kurane - likes romance novels, dislikes electronic gadgets. Ability: memorizing the script.

Makoto Kagutsuchi - likes raw ham & peace and happiness for everyone, dislikes olives and his original self. Ability: cat's-cradle, Forte: Coalescence.

Fubuki Clockford - likes exciting adventures, dislikes unexciting adventures. Forte: Time Leap.

Shachi - likes resistance comrades, dislikes Amaterasu Corporation. Ability: fishing.

Iruka - likes firearms, dislikes lip service. Ability: sniping.

Margulaw - likes antiques, dislikes Amaterasu products. Ability: accounting.

Servan - likes complex machinery, dislikes bullies. Ability: mechanical repair.

Icardi - likes swimming, dislikes losing. Ability: swimming.

Guillaume Hall - likes happy, joyful killing, dislikes boring prey. Ability: fortune telling.

Dominic Fulltank - likes sleeping lazily, dislikes thinking. Ability: arm wrestling.

Vivia Twilight - likes fluffy pillows, dislikes hard pillows and living. Forte: Spectral Projection.

Dr. Huesca - likes research, dislikes people who disturb his research. Ability: mental arithmetic.

Fink the Slaughter Artist - likes knives, dislikes large crowds. Ability: murder.

[tobiasdrake]

Team Alarm Clock has entered the casino. SPY MOVIE NOISES. Ba dah! Badadadah!

Desuhiko doesn't seem to be with us.

While I would like to believe that means we dumped his ass and bailed, the more plausible explanation for his absence is that one of us is Desuhiko. Probably Halara, as that would free them up for secretly doing Cool Halara Shit without anyone being the wiser.

I just want it on record that now, not only is Halara not being paid for this mission, they are actively dipping into their own personal funds for it. Even if we count something as insubstantial as Yuma's I.O.U. promises as money, there is nonetheless a real possibility that Halara will make negative money on this job.

The "Cool Older Sibling" energy in this room is so thick you can cut it with a knife.

Of course, they're probably going to break the bank. We already know that they're a formidable gambler. They were actively taking Desuhiko for all he's worth when we met them. Still, it's touching that they'd take on a risk like that for Fubuki/meeeeeeeee! ^_^

Oh wow. Laying it all on the table. We're going all in right from the get-go.

I trust your judgment, Halara. But I'm nervous about it. I can unsay that for you if you need.

Holy shit, we are going all-in. Not even being coy about it. I. Guess. There's no need for subtlety when you can singlehandedly shitstomp an entire city's worth of militarized police.

What's this guy going to do to Halara? Scowl unpleasantly in their direction?

(Fubuki in the background trying her best to look fierce. XD I'm sorry, bestie. But. Like I said to Desuhiko, Halara sucks all of the coolness out of a room and hoards it to themselves. It is impossible for others to be cool when Halara is nearby.)

We are gambling on this dude's complicity. Holy shit. What is their plan? Do we even have enough information?

Wait. Can we get more information by doing this? Get him to talk about shit and then whoopsy time reversal and now I know everything? Life is Strange had some pretty cool temporal interrogations like that.

I still think this is Desuhiko. There's something about the body language. Would Halara throw a finger gun?

Ordinarily I'd be like, "How are you gonna enforce that?" But even if this isn't Halara, Halara's involved. So the option of physically dragging this guy out into the street after mercing his bodyguards is on the table if he refuses to keep up his end of the bargain.

Here we go. It's okay. If we mess up, I've got the Reset Button right here. It's only cheating if... if... okay, that's totally cheating. But the casino cheats too so fair's fair!

This guy's gonna find out why Halara preys on dipshits like Yuma and Desuhiko for their gambling, but gives Fubuki a wide berth.

...and I'm going to be the one to roll because I have time reset powers so I can save scum the outcome?

I don't like how he emphasized that. Is he going to cheat using loaded dice? If he cheats using loaded dice, I might not have a counter for that. Loaded dice are going to still be loaded no matter how many times I rewind time.

Yep, we're save scumming. *deep breath* I hate gambling. I'm super nervous.

Come on, Fubuki. Today is your Lucky Day. We just need to trust in the con artist's completely legitimate divination, put our faith in good luck, and roll.

He has blue dice. His dice are different from my dice. That's raising my hackles.

His blue dice rolled a seven on the first try. Because they're loaded.

Obviously, we're going to scrub this outcome. But I don't know what we can do to make that not happen again?

It's interesting that his values changed. They changed because Halara and Fubuki took a moment to chitchat, causing him to get a little impatient. The circumstances of his roll changed. But the outcome nonetheless adds to 7.

How would you rig two different dice to falsify an outcome together without always landing on the same value?

I. Thought. We already weren't holding back. What are you going to do, Halara? Forcibly take the dice from him and roll them to prove they're loaded?

How would that help? If both rolls land on seven, then it's a draw and the game continues. His dice won't be any less loaded on the second roll.

You became a detective because your parents kicked you out and made you go become a detective, but I like your energy! Screw this guy! We'll... uh... do this somehow... even though I don't understand the plan.

But if there's time, maybe burn a rewind on punching him in the face. Just for me. if we roll the seven, then we can punch him right in the nose before he knows what hit him. After that, we rewind to the moment our seven came up.

[elizabethchrono]

Esp: Día 20 "Frost" Dibuje a Shirou Fubuki de Inazuma Eleven porque juraba que su nombre en español castellano era Shawn Frost pero no, es Shawn Froste y hasta ahora me entero. Aún así, tiene relación con la palabra de hoy, espero y les guste. Los veo mañana con un nuevo dibujo

Eng: Day 20 "frost" I drew shirou fubuki from inazuma eleven because he swore that his Spanish name was shawn frost but no, it's shawn froste and so far I find out. Even so, it relates to the word of today, I hope and you like it. I see you tomorrow with a new picture

[theomnicode]

So, who wants to see more fun OPM God stuff that makes ya shit bricks?

(opm wc spoilers below cut)

Remember this panel and all those speech bubbles for Godrou being distinctly different looking? When he sounded off-character and when he got normal speech bubbles, he sounded more like old Garou like "Later, LOL" and such?

Well, I've revisited some earlier chapters and not only I've noted there being a reference to Saitama being watched by OPM God early on with the lamp reference, that much ya know about...

...but also being sent subliminal messages from OPM God early on.

Oh lookie, sowing distrust in other heroes early on.

Despite civilians around him praising them. Making him think he has to do everything by himself and push himself to the absolute brink of death and surpass it and surpass the limitations of human.

Gate 7, Luck, is open. But idk if it's so lucky after all, to be secret spy of OPM God. Or worse, sleeper agent. Just biding the right time.

Heath Ledger's "Joker" is what comes to mind when I look at Garou and his serrated "mouth" smiley face. No wonder Sai thought it was so creepy. Below as well, Tsukuyomi with the nice ref to Batman.

So, who wants to see 007 Saitama? The Fist that turned against Mankind? Or... Agent Smith?

Maybe black suit Saitama is a bit closer than we think it is. Just not the kind we expected though, like having fun dancing in a ballroom...not the tie version lol.

Subtle brainwashing starting from such early age would be very hard-pressed to shake away.

It would also be utterly ironic in a cruel, twisted way if Saitama uttered Garou's line from the webcomic. Because if anyone has been cruel to Saitama personally from the beginning...it has always been humans, not monsters.

Monsters are cruel because it's in their very nature to become bloodlusted once they turn monsters...but us humans are not genetically modified to be cruel to others just because. Especially to 12-year old kids like Saitama.

Just more parallels with Garou.

Tatsumaki treating houses like rags is oddly specific choice of words indeed, reference to how she wrung out Orochi like a dishrag and the above. And indeed, Saitama probably has the third eye just like Psykos and so, vulnerable.

Tbh I just want to see Saitama go all Shimazaki mode.

And it doesn't seem like they're the only ones being conned either.

Fubuki is breaking 4th wall and spouting lines from Blasticide team Esper chick and it seems like she's being affected as well, being an esper herself, but it would seem like getting Saitama and Garou to the moon was part of the plan or part of some massive illusion that many people, especially Saitama, fell prey to.

So yeah, this is quite possibly very insidious plot going on here.

[onceuponadisembo]

Did my first cosplay at my first con yesterday more pics under the cut

I went with my friend who wanted to cosplay as Dazai. I haven't watched BSD and we don't know each others' characters so our cover story for hanging around together is:

Fubuki is trying to recruit Dazai into the Fubuki Group

and Dazai is hoping Fubuki would be the lady he could die with

Here's my favourite picture of me where I was waiting for the jam to un-jam so we could go home

[merryfortune]

Life After High School

Written for Femslash February 2024 and the Sweetheart Bingo from @sweetspicybingo

Day 10. Ever After

Title: Life After High School

Ship: Damselshipping | Anzu/Asuka

Word Count: 

Universe: GX - Canon Compliant

Rating: T

Tags: Meet Cute, Post-Canon, Flirting, Affection, Developing Relationship, Pre-Relationship

   America really was everything that it was cracked up to be, Asuka discovered. It was a place of duality, of extremes in city life. It was completely different to her home country and for all its beauty and all its faults, she was glad that she had migrated there for university.

   New York City, in particular, embodied this as it was the locale in which she studied and ergo knew best but just from this taste of the Big Apple, Asuka felt she knew all the country, all the states now.

   The iconic spots of NYC - the Rockefeller Centre, the statue of Lady Liberty, Times Square, and Central Park - really were iconic! They were befuddling and dazzling, they took Asuka’s breath away as she revelled in what monuments to the modern American ideal they were.

   Then there were the cons. There was to any place, any situation. The streets sometimes reeked and the subway was terrifying with how crowded it was and how the speakers never enunciated properly. The rats were big, too. 

   But even so, Asuka enjoyed her time in America tremendously. Though here she was the outsider. Not the inside of the upper echelon like she had become the focal point of during high school.

   Life truly did exist after high school, amazingly enough. The ever after of it had Asuka enraptured. For the most part.

   Her only complaint though was… Asuka would have liked more freedoms to enjoy given that the United States of America were meant to be the land of the free. But she had the complete opposite problem of anyone else in their coming of age movie era.

   She wasn’t getting into trouble. She was staying far, far away from it and having no fun. By other people’s standards. Not so much her own as she very much considered her psychology textbook to be a hot Friday night date.

   America was, allegedly, a place where anything was possible, any transformation of the self and attainment of glory. To feel like she was really pulling herself up by the bootstraps like Americans dreamed. It was kind of hard to feel that way when she had a rich family back home who wanted to nanny her still even from across oceans.

   Asuka wanted to take up a pure and unadulterated mantle of responsibility. She was cooking her own meals and making her own choices, albeit really boring ones like studying until ten o’clock and being in bed by ten-thirty but still. Her parents were blowing up her phone asking how she was going, if she was settling in, and all that.

   With their constant supervision, Asuka couldn’t even laugh at jokes about NYC rent being stupid high because hers was handled by her parents still. It wasn’t even a bad apartment, either. Close to school and close to the night life, too. Not that Asuka took much advantage of the latter. She was a studious young woman after all.

   Something her brother would lament in particular. He knew, for sure, that if he were in her shoes, he would be tearing up the town and painting it red. So that’s why he took it upon himself to help her out.

   “I got you a ticket to a Broadway show,” Fubuki said over the phone, “go out and enjoy it. I picked the one about a girl who studies hard to get into Harvard, even,. Just for you, sissy-pooh.”

   “Sounds like a distraction to me.” Asuka said. “I’m kinda done with the tourist stuff. I want to try and be more… local.”

   “Too bad, check your emails. You will find one ticket to Legally Blonde. Think of it as an early birthday present.”

   “My birthday’s already come and gone.” Asuka grouched. “And you sent me a care package for it already.” She huffed in addition.

   “It came from the bottom of my heart regardless. Please. Take one night off.” Fubuki begged her.

   “Fine. Only because I don’t want you wasting your money on me.” Asuka said and that was that.

   She was going. She had never even heard of the play Legally Blonde before nor the movie. She was kind of behind on any and all pop culture, at home and abroad but sure. Looking over the synopsis, Asuka kind of dug it since she was also a smart blonde. Fubuki knew her well, bless. 

   Asuka checked her emails and the seat he had booked for her was decent, too. Not too close but not in the boonies either. A nice respectable seat in the middle. The only thing that really sent her for a surprise was that the showing was in three days’ time. Yup, trust Fubuki to let her know at the last minute. She didn’t even have anything to wear so she had better find something nice and quick-smart.

   Though a trip to the mall the next day did fix that. Maybe getting her into the mall crawl was also part of Fubuki’s dastardly plan to get Asuka somewhere other than her house or her university’s lecture hall.

   Night of the show, she put on a nice pair of slacks and matched it with a varsity, vest-cut sweater. Perfect for a brisk New York night on Broadway and made her way there via public transport, setting off so she could sit in her seat for at least twenty minutes in advance.

   That extra twenty minutes she had allocated for herself came in clutch, too, because it was incredibly busy being debut night. Asuka bought herself some snacks and also bought some merchandise, too. Something practical - a tote bag which she could use as a book bag - and reasoned it was good to show support for local acts.

   She read in the small print of the program that the majority of the performers were all New Yorkers in one form or another. Some had moved here specifically for the job, others moved with it, the professionals playing the big name characters.

   With a couple minutes to spare before curtains open, Asuka sat in her seat and waited. She was more excited than she thought she would be but the atmosphere was infectious. The passion the performers had, their nerves, emanated from the wings and mixed with the joy of her fellow performance goers. Asuka found herself getting swept up in the zeitgeist of it and soon enough was rewarded for it.

   She had a fabulous time to say the least.

   Asuka didn’t know much about theatre or performance but she felt that everyone pulled their weight. There wasn’t a dull moment, she split her sides laughing at the comedy and found her toe-tapping to gaudy musical numbers. She found herself getting genuinely invested in seeing the protagonist succeed and one-up her ex-boyfriend and find herself in this strange new world of law without compromising herself.

   It was excellent and that was just the main cast members!

   The back-up dancers and chorus were great, too, and curiously enough, there was one Asuka kept her eye on. It was for no particular reason but she was fantastic. There was this one brunette dancer with striking blue eyes, they loved to put her in different scenes. She seemed like a hard worker and she was working hard, the one everyone else seemed to rely on to be in time with the music. 

   Asuka made a game of trying to spot her through the costume changes…

   It was embarrassing but by the end of it, Asuka couldn’t help herself. She didn’t just applaud the performers and crew for their effort, she gave them a standing ovation. She was the only one in her row who did and she did cop some side-eye for it but that just made her clap harder, until her hands turned red and raw. They deserved it! 

   Though contrary to how enthusiastically she clapped, Asuka was somewhat eager to leave. She had a bedtime after all. Even if she was an adult.

   After the show, as Asuka was leaving the venue and made it onto the glitzy street, she saw one of the dancers out of the corner of her eye. Asuka didn’t want to dilly-dally, she wanted to get straight home because she was boring like that but when saw that young woman, she knew she had to say hello. To be polite, compliment her on the hard work she had put into her performance. It was only right.

   She just hoped that she wasn’t interrupting anything important. Asuka glanced her over - her long, lithe legs and her hand by them which was… holding a pack of gum. Huh. Not a cigarette like she expected. She thought New Yorkers were the hard boiled type but looking closer again, Asuka could see her chew.

   So, holding onto the tote bag that she bought at the merch stand, to help support the theatre, Asuka walked up to her, “Hello.”

   “Hi.” she said, trying to figure out if she was talking to an obsessive fan or not.

   Asuka’s awkwardness as she muddled through the etiquette of the post-show daze made it more difficult than it had to be. And Asuka was aware. She could see the dancer balance friendly and guarded in the blue of her eyes.

   “I, um, just wanted to say. You were excellent tonight.” Asuka said. “I’ve never said this about any dancer but I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

   “Aw, thanks.” she said then got up from where she sat. “It's my first time getting told that.”

   “Really? But you're so talented, you must have practised so hard.” Asuka gawked.

   “This was, um, my first production where I wasn’t an understudy.” she said. “I’ll remember this, thank you.”

   “Me too.” Asuka said and bowed.

   The dancer had a flash of recognition in her eyes at Asuka’s courtesy.

   “Um, excuse me, can I ask a personal question?” she asked.

   “Sure?” Asuka said as she pulled back.

   “Are you Japanese?” she asked.

   “I am. My name is Tenjoin Asuka, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Asuka said and bowed again for good measure but this time…

   The dancer did the same. “I thought so, I’m Japanese, too.” she said then introduced herself also, “The pleasure’s all mine, my name is Mazaki Anzu, I’m from Domino City.”

   “Ah,” Asuka gasped, “I've visited before. It’s a lovely and exciting place,” she laughed, “would visit again. You are very fortunate to be able to call it your hometown.”

   Anzu giggled and Asuka smiled. They paused, studied each other, their looks, their demeanour and that moment of guardedness from before, and awkwardness, too, melted away. They felt a comfortable silence in the beat before Anzu spoke again.

   “My co-workers typically go drinking after a show but it’s not really my scene. I get the vibe that the hard-rock party isn’t your scene either.” Anzu said and Asuka felt her ears burn.

   “I-I am.” Asuka replied.

   She had to be mistaken. She simply had to be. She was infamously dense but she could swear that she was being flirted with right now.

   “Well…” Anzu said, dragging out the syllables in that one word. “Do you want to hang out some more? Go somewhere? Your choice, of course.”

   Asuka felt her heart leap out of her chest. Nope. Not mistaken. Though she couldn’t believe her ears. Her mouth dried as her throat clogged with words. Miraculously, despite all that, she did muster a reply.

   “Sounds like fun.” she said. “Want to, uh, go to mine? I’ve got light refreshments. Tea, coffee…”

   “I’d love a coffee right about now.” Anzu said and that settled it.

   So, together, they set off. Asuka took Anzu back to hers via the same route she had come. She had never brought a stranger back to her apartment before and so, her heart pounded. Not that she thought Anzu was a bad person, or anything, quite the opposite.

   Anzu was lovely. She had a warm glow about her and was oh so charming. 

   It was… It felt risky. Very much out of Asuka’s comfort zone but right about now, as she unlocked the front door to her apartment, that was where she wanted to be. She heard a click and then turned the handle.

   “Nice place you got.” Anzu said as she peered into the darkness.

   “Thanks.” Asuka said and she flipped a switch.

   “Even nicer with the lights on.” Anzu joked.

   Asuka agreed mutably as Anzu stepped inside first.

   In doing so, it made Asuka’s own apartment feel oddly surreal and unknown to her as she allowed Anzu inside. They had a quick tour but it was mostly unimportant as they just made a beeline for her living room.

   Together, they saddled up on the lounge in front of a turned off TV and Asuka’s collection of coffee table books and had a chat whilst her kettle warmed. It was well past midnight by now but both were craving a coffee to go with those hardcover books and, of course, the conversation, too.

   They went back and forth getting to know one another. Two Japanese nationals in New York City, more or less fresh out of high school, they had plenty to talk about and talking came easily to them. The light conversation slipping into deep and meaningful territory in a matter of minutes (which were actually hours by the time they caffeinated themselves).

   “That’s crazy, I can’t believe it.” Anzu said.

   “Six degrees of separation is what they call it.” Asuka chuckled.

   “When I’m in town next, I’ll have to tell Grandpa that I met his friends from Duel Academy then.” Anzu joyfully agreed.

   “So, um, what brings you so far away from Domino City?” Asuka asked.

   Anzu stared at her, a brow quirked.

   “You know what I mean!” Asuka squealed. “Like has dancing on Broadway always been your dream or would you have been happy on an idol’s stage or… community theatre.”

   “Broadway has always been my dream.” Anzu replied. “Ever since I was a little girl, it was Broadway or bust.”

   Asuka exclaimed, murmuring Japanese under her breath. She was impressed. For so long, she didn’t have that drive. That direction. It made her a little bit jealous.

   When she recovered from the absolute awe she had for Anzu’s motivation, she had another question, “You said tonight was your first time as first string, does it stop there or will the next time Legally Blonde plays, will you be Elle Woods?”

   “I can’t sing or act to save my life.” Anzu said. “But that’s fine. Dancing is my passion, it's all I want to do.”

   “Wow.” Asuka said. 

   “Besides,” Anzu harrumphed, “they prefer Elle to be a natural blonde so I think I wouldn’t be considered anyway. But you…” She lifted her hand off her coffee cup and reached towards Asuka. She ran her hand through Asuka’s hair and she could feel her soul ascend as attraction ignited from just the sensation of her fingertips. “You could get that part on looks alone.”

   “I-I haven’t got a musical bone in my body.” Asuka stammered, flustered.

   “We can’t all be the triple threat,” Anzu agreed, “but beauty and brains, that’s more than enough for most.”

   “Y-You are also very beautiful, Anzu.” Asuka complimented her.

   “Thanks.” Anzu replied.

   She gave Asuka a wink as she drew her hair closer to her face. Anzu kissed her knuckles through the strands of Asuka’s hair and relished Asuka’s crimson hued expression. She knew all too well that this was Asuka’s first time being treated like this.

   Her heart raced within her chest, her mind too. Anzu was all too flirty with her and for the first time, Asuka had someone she wanted to be flirty with. All in all culminating in what was truly a night of nights for Asuka…

[jumi-shipper]

Para sanar, tuve que recordarte - Cap 1. recuerdos en sueños (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1177650616-para-sanar-tuve-que-recordarte-cap-1-recuerdos-en?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=atirll&wp_originator=snvyHhPVr13wzjNruoVrKcozx42lUVquvz0B6eAJXyoPQYyngZc%2BgvVDg1tmY760KcN6fQXVgO9sulJOeagEyh2RCCVllQdz8iaiGTB7gsX%2FPjQzEVWwc6u6vFeLJurR tatsumaki deprimida por las derrotas durante la pelea contra los ejecutivos y saitama. desea buscar el orgullo del que ya no se siente digna, y reencontrarse con el joven que junto a Blast, y fubuki la inspiró a ser una heroína.

[nightmare-knight]

Bue... ¿Qué tiene planeado Murata?

Bueno, debo admitir que he estado fuera del fandom de One Punch Man por bastante tiempo, ya que no he encontrado la musa que me inspire para terminar mis fics, pero de vez en cuando, paso a leer el manga cuando acumula una sustanciosa cantidad de capítulos. 

Mi sorpresa hace unos días descubrir que Murata se ha tomado unas libertades creativas, bastante curiosa por cierto, en la parte final del arco de Garou. Voy a dejar mi opinión al respecto debajo, y Advertencia de Spoilers sobre el manga de One Punch Man:

Seguramente hay muchas imágenes impactantes en el capitulo número 167, y como Murata decidió llevar su historia por otro camino, haciendo lo impensable con uno de sus personajes más importantes:

La decisión de matar a Genos me parece arriesgada y poco atractiva desde el punto de vista personal, aunque narrativamente y con el cambio de dirección que tiene el manga respecto al webcomic, es casi entendible que el autor este incursionando en este recurso como gatillo disparador para Saitama.

Si esto fuera One Piece, yo no me preocuparía y sabría que Genos se va a recuperar de esta destrucción casi total, pero porque Oda es un genio y le saca jugo a todos sus personajes. Pero mi temor es que Murata ya no sabe que hacer con Genos, más allá de usarlo para que Saitama reaccione ante su perdida:

Se lo ve muy afectado, con un deseo enorme de romper la promesa que le hizo a Tareo de no lastimar a Garou. En este momento, Saitama se aferra al core de Genos y simplemente descarga el golpe más fuerte que tiene, olvidándose de las consecuencias que traería desatar todo su poder.

¡Ni que fuera un fan fic!

No me malentienda. Es un buen recurso la muerte de un personaje “querido” por el protagonista, una blogger de tumblr ya comentó que el tropo de“Darte cuenta de lo que perdiste cuando es demasiado tarde”es un recurso muy entretenido de leer dentro de lo que sería el Fan Fiction... Pero solo porque es un sitio seguro, uno en donde sabes que si vas al material original, todo sigue normal, y los personajes están sanos y salvos. 

El problema aquí es que suceda en el material original. Mi miedo principal es que Murata no vea posible plantear futuros arcos para Genos, y haya decidido matarlo por el bien del desarrollo de la historia.

Y este miedo no es infundado, todo gracias al ver como se desarrolla la historia de Saitama en el webcomic.

Teniendo acceso al material original y entender como Genos, a pesar de haber sobrevivido a esta pelea, quedó un poco relegado en el webcomic, mientras que Saitama tiene un arco entero donde debe lidiar con toda la mierda que han acumulado, tanto Tatsumaki como Fubuki, en su vida como heroínas (Este arco es excelente, no me malentienda), da la sensación de que para evitarse tener el cabo suelto de Genos, decida eliminarlo de la historia de forma permanente.

Es mi opinión, y espero estar super equivocada y que Murata se saque un giro de 360 grados que nos deje a todos locos.

Por ahora, a esperar, y llorar por la perdida de Genos junto con Saitama.

[ligaora]

Non so se valga la pena di dire SPOILER! . . . . . . . . . . . . . Tatsumaki è la personificazione assoluta del genere tsundere. Lo si era visto finora solo con Fubuki ma... Emozione! E senza una parola a commento... In tutto questo, Saitama la affronta con le crocks. Adoro! #onepunchman #tatsumaki #fubuki #saitama #crocks https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn8u7DltQk0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[inkspellangel]

NaNo day 13

22.5k/50k

1.9k today! :D

Today have absolutely been better than the last couple of days. I have slept, eaten and found the excitement to write again.  I have however started to jump chapters, because I still can’t figure out what Rio is up to during this time of the story...

@eccaiia Gikel and Fubuki have clearly made their way into this story as well... And it seems like even if I don’t know what Rio is up to, he is staying at Sandr’s family’s place :D

Snippet under the cut c:

If it was illegal he wouldn’t be able to protect him but who would know the rules in a case so specific? The high commanders, sure, but how would he explain that he questioned their orders? Rio was also way to diligent to go along with it if he were to question them. Fubuki? Maybe but did she know that stuff? Wouldn’t she need to ask her father about it? Maybe if she could ask him for him, without making it clear that he questioned them.

He stopped in his steps. “Gikel!” He spoke out-loud. The wolf began to swing his tail when he heard the name.

“He have you charmed as well.” Kaleb chuckled and stroke the fur on his head. If anyone knew how to sneak around the law it would be a former con man. At least that’s what he hoped as he took his phone out to call him.

[unpopularopinionstorage]

Fubuki, la heroína con ojos de villana // Fubuki, the hero with the eyes of a villain

[romi-karin]

"Is that all you're got?" Today I share one of the photos of my Tatsumaki, the strongest esper! I received so many compliments with this cosplay and I'm happy because I was a little ashamed to wear her dress.. I will definitely take more pictures of her (and of Fubuki too) . Lens: @pinkyparadisedotcom 🥄 Use my code "psycoromi10" for a discount 🥄 . 🇮🇹 Oggi propongo una foto di Tatsumaki, ho ricevuto tanti complimenti per questo cosplay e sono contenta perché non mi sentivo molto a mio agio con quel vestito. Chi mi conosce sa benissimo che mi sono dovuta impegnare per andarci in giro. Appena riesco farò le foto anche da Fubuki. . . #tatsumaki #onepunchman #cosplay #tatsumakicosplay #onepuchmancosplay #saitama #genos #psycoromi #cosplaygirl #greenhair #greenwig #greenlenses #gamergirl #streamergirl #twitchitalia #anime #manga #cosplaycostume #cosplaylowcost #makeup #makeupcosplay #esper #cosplaytorino #witchgirl #onepiece #naruto #japanesecosplay (at City Z) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cf7IdswLAG8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[tobiasdrake]

Back to the crime scene. With some extra luggage in tow.

You talking to us or Desuhiko? *gasp* Maybe it's Desuhiko's Lucky Day too. We should find out.

We should also get our lucky numbers while we're at it. This is a chance to correct a mistake.

Do you mean us or Desuhiko? Because we already know that it's Fubuki's Lucky Day. But it could be Desuhiko's too, we don't know.

You hear that, Desuhiko? You should leave the rest of the investigation to me. Today is your day to finally win back all the gambling debt you owe to Halara. Double or nothing! You can do it, man. I believe in you. You go do that.

FINALLY. YES.

Three!? Our lucky number is three!? I KNEW IT. What did I tell y'all?

The d6 was on three when it was first read. And we took three tries to save the falling guy. Of course our number is three.

Which means, by process of elimination, that our killer must be Yomi Hellsmile, #3 on our list of suspects! Case closed!

She clearly collects advertising revenue, yes. But that's not as important as our lucky number three!

That's a baseless accusation. He was most likely killed by the casino over something but there's no reason to assume it was this, specifically. Casinos get up to all kinds of shady dealings. There are plenty of reasons they might throw someone from the roof of their building.

Hell, maybe they caught him cheating. We don't know.

Okay, but... And hear me out on this... It seems pretty lucky for us that you're telling us that the lucky numbers are unlucky after all. Knowing which numbers are sure to lose is as lucky (and useful) as knowing which are sure to win.

Oh shit, you broke Fubuki's heart. Looks like it's the river for you.

Don't worry, it will be quick. Nobody ever told the Peacekeepers about the drowned coffee shop patrons so now they're feral. In the river. Thrashing around and devouring anything that falls into it. They're like man-piranhas. Nobody knows what's happening under the water or what to do about it now. It's a straight-up Lovecraftian nightmare down there.

There's a manual. Can I see the manual? I'm curious about the casino's Ultimate Grifting Instructions for their con artists.

We're looking for evidence of their malfeasance, right? Seems like that manual would be a good place to start.

All the more reason why it's unlikely that the man's death is related to this, specifically.

Speaking of, let's talk victim.

Shot in the dark, maybe he wanted out. That's the kind of job where it seems like a motive to kill might be linked to him trying to leave.

I'm not sure what we can do about it, to be honest. But there's no harm in investigating. Besides all of the harm that might be done to us if we investigate.

But, worse comes to worse, we have all the necessary resources on hand for the "Shove Desuhiko at them and run" escape maneuver.

Fubuki's enthusiasm is, as always, infectious. It's hard to be pissy when her boundless positivity is around. Let's go! We have a case to solve!

He's going to approach the nearest woman he sees and start pestering her. Then slowly work his way around the casino from there.

It's a terrible plan and we should do something else. Desuhiko is not the plan guy.

Like I said.

TEAM ALARM CLOCK RIDES AGAIN!!!

I knew you wouldn't abandon me, partner. T_T You wouldn't break my heart like that on my Lucky Day.

^_^ They're looking out for me. They really are my extra-special luxury friend. I will give you a pile of money, and then I will give you another pile of money. Maybe even a third pile of money. That is how friendship works.

Look at how mad Desuhiko is. He wanted so bad to show off and be the cool guy here. But it's impossible to be cool around Halara. Halara sucks all of the coolness out of the room and keeps it for themselves. They are a black hole of cool, using up every last ounce of coolness and leaving none for anybody else.

Now we know what happens if you ignore Halara when they're trying to needle their way into your investigation.

Y'know, this confirms what I was saying about them earlier. That the whole "I don't work cheap, you better pay my fee" is all poser talk. They want to get involved. That's why they're willing to extend such outrageous debt to people like Yuma who have no chance of ever repaying. Because it's all a ruse. They aren't here for the money. But if they can get money, that's a bonus.

Yuma falls for it every time. But Fubuki and Desuhiko called their bluff, leaving Halara scrambling to run after them and shout, "Hey, wait up! Don't leave me behiiiiiiiiind!" This is an incredibly revealing betrayal of Halara's allegedly heartless, iron-clad principles.

^_^ I'm so happy to have Team Alarm Clock reunited. With my temporal mastery and adventurous spirit, Halara's supreme capacity for unstoppable violence and cunning intellect, and Desuhiko present, this casino won't know what hit them!