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She looks annoyed. But the outfit looks nice. I get very Radiant Jen Zi from Jade Empire vibes.

[image description: A notebook paper pencil drawing of Keisuke Gekko, dressed in an anime ninja cosplay outfit from outside of the Naruto series. She looks unhappy with it and with life. The first is a picture from the waist up, while the second is a full-body picture. end description]

This is more or less what Kei's dealing with, after the first revision to the hero costume in Cascade. She had to argue her way into armor for her torso, arms, and legs. And a consequence of wearing this kind of headband is that she has a center part in her hair for the first time in forever.

(The original outfit had a sweetheart neckline that exposed Isobu's seal, so she straight up refused to wear that one.)

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They are besties better than the resties.

For real, I had to draw this. I can just see Weiss talking about something and being very passionate, while Ruby's listening with genuine interest even if she has no clue what Weiss is talking about :3

Feb 28 2024

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I think.... I think the sisters would talk to each other. Well- yell at each other about their girl problems. And by problems, I mean how horribly they've both fumbled normal conversations with the women that have already been dropping the most massive, gigantic hints that they are interested too.

What if. What IF romcom?

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I have a doodle request: Rocky x Serafine

I think that they are cute together because I am strange

I had this ask sitting my drafts for so long lol my bad

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Pfft

making this AU everyone's problem :)

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Cascade (part 7)

Wherein Kei contemplates punching people. Not even all of the same people as a second ago.

(a rather intense thing I've been saving up for, since my birthday was a bit busy.)

Across the way—and notably between Kei and the first guy who’d been stabbed—Stain chose this moment to break into the conversation. “So, you knew your friend might seek me out?” Stain asked, still leaning forward into a clearly aggressive stance. “And you showed up to save your friend’s life. You even made a big entrance. But I have a duty to kill him and this so-called pro. When your friend chose to fight me, it guaranteed that the weaker one would be culled.�� 

Oh good, a zealot. 

“So, what will you do?” Stain growled.

While Midoriya reached back for his phone, Kei stepped up as a distraction and delivered the most carefully neutral sentence of her entire stay in Tokyo: “I’ll make you a better offer. If you back away now, we’ll let you go.” 

Iida couldn’t jolt and didn’t swear, but the next words out of his mouth were a betrayed, “Gekkō-san, no!” 

“Either he’ll leave and get caught by someone like Endeavor, or he won’t, and we’ll fight,” Kei said quietly, “and I’m not afraid to fight.” She sounded mostly like she was leaning on her nonexistent PR training, but with four witnesses, she couldn’t just grab the man and make him eat pavement without even a token attempt at negotiating. 

Sure, she hadn’t given that first Nōmu a chance, but he’d also been in the process of beating Aizawa to death at the time. Like with Midoriya’s opening punch tonight, stopping an ongoing attack mattered more than manners.  

And besides… “He’s human enough to have a choice.” 

Not a chance. Because he didn’t. But a choice. 

If the Hero Killer committed to attacking, then he earned the right to suffer consequences. 

And Stain pulled a knife in addition to his word, which was as good as proof that a) free will was wasted on him and b) he had no idea what Kei’s “Quirk” was. Kei doubted Midoriya or Iida could actually see the movement, between the darkness and the fact that Stain was generally pretty sneaky about it, but it did mean that she had little interest in negotiating further. 

“Listen to me!” Iida insisted. Agonized, angry, and unable to do anything about either. “Stand down and run away. I told you, this has nothing to do with you!” 

“If you really believe all of that, then why are you trying to become a hero in the first place!” Midoriya snapped at Iida, silencing him. As he raised his fists into a ready stance, he muttered, “There are plenty of things I have to say, but they’ll have to wait.” Then, louder: “All Might was right, though. Meddling where you don’t have to is the essence of being a hero!” 

Oddly, that appeared to strike more of a chord with the serial killer than the hero student still on the ground. Stain’s lack of a nose—seamlessly so—actually made his grin dominate his features more than anybody without a mutation Quirk. And Kei counted that skull-faced kid in 1-B when making that judgment.

Midoriya lit up in green sparks again. He could launch the second Stain blinked. 

Stain shifted to meet the inevitable charge, already swinging his katana.

Kei made the Dog hand seal and flooded the alleyway forward of her position half a meter deep, careful not to risk drowning Iida. And while both Midoriya and Stain paused to recalculate their traction, Kei flowed through four other hand seals and shoved her clasped hands forward with her chakra firmly behind the movement. Isobu’s strength backed her all the way.

Water Release: Water Wall. 

The entire alleyway was suddenly flooded. Kei kicked her way upright with the patience of an apex predator as her costume’s flowing bits trailed behind her. 

Suffice it to say that nobody got to move without her permission. 

While Kei took the time to form air bubbles around the heads of each participant in their backstreet brawl, her strength now ruled. If the USJ Nōmu wasn’t able to escape her grip despite being geared toward fighting All Might, nobody here had a shot. Especially not a pissy murderer who wore that much metal. With a wave of her hand, Kei yanked Native and his cloud of water-dispersed blood back toward safety, shoved Stain toward the other end of the street, and reeled Midoriya in all at once. Within thirty seconds, she’d entirely rearranged the battlefield so that her charges were behind her while the only legitimate target was in front. 

Though the water did represent a minor communication problem. 

It would not for you alone. 

Unfortunately, allies also make very good witnesses. 

Kei pushed forward until she could lock her hand around the immobile Hero Killer’s throat. She didn’t yank him out of the water, but instead formed a Water Prison around him and dismissed most of the excess from her direct control. With it mostly rushing downhill, the sudden wave would miss Iida and Native and likely end up somewhere more useful, such as within Manual’s range. 

“So,” Kei said, as mild as if they were talking about the weather. Drawing Stain’s face partially out of the Water Prison, she flicked water off her other hand. “How’s this working out for you, Hero Killer?”

Stain took a moment to cough. Sure, he spat water out so it almost reached her face, because Kei had been a little less careful with his breathing than the others’, but perhaps that was the cost of this restraint tactic. His lack of a nose did not help. Then: “If I die purging the world of the unworthy, then so be it. Nothing is more of a stain on this world than the festering corruption of a society that ruined the name ‘hero.’ It falls to me to teach you all a lesson.” 

Kei sighed. Half the reason she’d grabbed this big fish physically came down to the possibility he’d bite her, but she didn’t actually enjoy playing straitjacket for a murderous shithead. “Get a license and then we’ll talk.”

“How long can you hold him there, Gekkō-san?” Midoriya asked as he darted over to check on Native and on Iida. His entire hero outfit made squelching noises as he moved, but Kei didn’t have the time to fix that for him yet. 

“Long enough.” Which translated to “until she got interrupted,” which was standard for the Water Prison technique and a shinobi with Kei’s huge chakra reserves. “But if I do lose my grip, I’m probably going to punt him over a building,” Kei admitted, “just to get him out of our way.” 

“Okay. Then, when you drop it, can you grab Native? I can take Iida-kun.” 

Well, assuming the Hero Killer didn’t try to live up to his name… “Should be fine.” 

There was the occasional clanking sound as Midoriya got each of the others into a rescue position. Native tried to talk him into just calling for a pro to help, but knowing that the entirety of Hosu was already being attacked and the emergency responders were tied up put a mild hole in that plan. Midoriya even said so. For some reason, that worried Native a little less than the serial killer Kei had already subdued. Maybe that was proximity talking.

But more piercing than that was Iida’s protest. “Gekkō-san—if he’d hurt your brother, you can’t tell me you’d just walk away from this!” 

It rang through Kei’s skull for a moment. Like a flashbang. Her left hand twitched with the urge to make a fist. 

Fuck him for bringing up Hayate right now, was Kei’s initial thought once the ringing stopped, but she stomped it down as spiteful and unworthy. It wouldn’t be the first time someone in a crisis threw her weaknesses back in her face.

At least you know what they are, and that they are unreachable.

“Tensei didn’t deserve that,” Iida continued, still as angry, still as heartbroken. His voice cracked. “The—the only reason the Hero Killer lashed out at him was because he was a legacy hero! For wanting to make our family proud. All my brother ever did was help people!”

And the Hero-Killer scoffed, as though annoyed that Iida still had enough sense left after percolating in vengeance to call him on his bullshit. “From impure motives—”

Kei shoved Stain’s face back underwater rather than let him finish that sentence. He’d survive, but Iida didn’t need to hear his spewing hatred any longer. Then Kei glanced back over her shoulder toward her companions, while Midoriya got the other two into rescue positions for an easy grab-and-go option. Perfect for fleeing upset heroes and angry murderers as needed. 

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I would have been an asset in the Warrior Cats fandom

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Water Lilies painted by Claude Monet (1840 - 1926)

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Really enjoying the scritches

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Smol Ruby: *comes to school wearing her cloak*

Smol Penny: It's not halloween yet, Friend Ruby.

Smol Weiss: What's with the cloak?

Smol Ruby: *swishing her cloak majestically* It has all the comforts of my normal hoodie, plus the coziness of being wrapped in a blanket!

Smol Penny: Plus you look super majestic!

Smol Weiss: Heck Yea, you do! I don't think this could get any better.

Smol Ruby: *smug smile* Except if I... *throws cloak open, showing it's lined with pockets* LINED THE INSIDE WITH POCKETS!!!!

Smol Weiss&Penny: *gasp!* :D

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:D

So cute :3

I have poppy again this week! Created more doodles in her image

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Some RWBY doodles

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Nyan

meow

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“No hunting serial killers until you’re forty.” XD

Cascade (part 6)

Kei is maybe not taking this super seriously.

Also, hooray, no one knows what Bloodcurdle does yet.

“Let’s go back toward the street,” Midoriya insisted. “We have to get help from the pros.”

Kei thought they would be as helpful as a chocolate teapot, but what did she know.

But there was more actual bad news when Iida groaned, “I—I can’t move my body. It must be his Quirk. Since he caught me, I’ve been paralyzed.”

That tracked, unfortunately. Kakashi hadn’t reported a lot of defensive wounds on Ingenium, despite the mauling his arms took. That had been targeted. If Stain could just keep his victims pinned like this, he barely had to worry about a fight once he got the critical first strike.

Taking advantage of that, Stain was also loaded down with more cutlery and sharp bits than anybody Kei had met since arriving in Tokyo. Putting aside the state of his katana, apparently villains got to flout weapon regulation laws as well as Quirk laws as long as they were badass enough not to get caught. The Hero Killer even had eight nasty spikes on the tips of his boots.

Kei was a little bit envious of the confidence to lean into his preferred style, at least. The actual quality of the weapons was less impressive.

“You two…don’t get involved…” Iida gasped from behind them. “This isn’t any of your business.”

Midoriya spared a second to look at Iida in horror.

Kei did not kick Iida for being an ungrateful bastard. Instead, Kei kept her eyes on Stain and said, “Iida-kun. We talked about this.”

“Gekkō-san—”

“No hunting serial killers until you’re forty.”

Iida sputtered.

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