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Ignore the fact I’ve been gone for literal months, Hi. it’s me again, ya girl so sorry for the horrific inactivity my god it’s been a wild ride.)

I’ve graduated from college and currently doing some of my own little art tournament stuff so this means I MAY be becoming active on here more than when I was in college (to say not at all barely) and having a lot of stuff going on!)

And by may be active, I mean, when I can (when I’m not dying through making storyboards) I will be replying to threads. Of course these threads do not have to be kept up with even if I do reply. Energy for threads die n etc, especially with how long it’s been...so it’ll be what it’ll be)

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a shaman king rp discord server has been created and is eager to have peeps in it. the server itself has two verses to incorporate the original manga and sequels and is OC friendly. if you are interested, please let me know by liking or DMing me.

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chukazanmai​:

Ren couldn’t help it. He actually snorted at Horohoro’s statement about the jokes; he was…quite aware there were times Horohoro played along with their group of friends…and others where he, much like Ren, couldn’t stand Chocolove’s jokes.

“They are all bad, if I am to be honest.” but then again…Ren was aware that he didn’t have much sense of humor. Even Bason often told him he shouldn’t get so worked up but usually that only served to get him even more worked up.

“For someone who isn’t in the mood for jokes…” he eyed the ice shaman but with a grin peeking through the corner of his mouth. He didn’t finish, shook his head though the smile was still there as he laid down on the grass.

He hadn’t meant the headache to be literal. But hearing the concern in Horohoro’s words caused Ren to not answer immediately and to actually reflect on what he was meaning.

“I don’t know.” it was his most honest answer, no snarky comment, no mean tone, just…him. “I am still trying to understand everything that has happened lately. I died, Chocolove died..” you both let yourselves be killed, his mind reminded him “And now we have enemies casually dropping by the inn, eating at the same table as us.” that last part made him frown.

He didn’t agree at all with it.

“I can’t really help myself when he pulls out the worst pun imaginable.It’s not even laughing at the joke, just how it’s so bad but somehow turns around to be good again.” and with that Horohoro also couldn’t help but be a little proud at managing to get a reaction out of Ren. He was always the no nonsense of the group but even with that thought he knew past that outward serious exterior he was like the rest. No heart of stone to be found even if Ren may try to have act like he did in the past.

“I didn’t say mine were off the table, just theirs.”

His smile dropped however at that last response, not because of any “wrong answer” just of Rens tone shift. The latter half of the conversation poking at that inner fire that’s been in his gut, the stress that was built from it. He tried not to show any of that outwardly, but he couldn’t help but express it.

Horohoros hand balling into a fist with white knuckles, a grit of his teeth before breathing in and giving a deep sigh. Not now he told himself...they’re all still recovering after all. The mention of Rens own death along with Chocoloves made him wince visibly, “I’m just glad you two are back...” was the genuine softer response from him, not elaborating further. But with thinking on the Hao situation he gave a huff of annoyance seemingly throwing out the melancholic mood.

From the outside, at least...

“Gods above, tell me about it. It’s like only one stupid choice on Yoh’s part and he comes in like he has the right to stay here. Like a wild animal coming back to demand food from the humans feeding him.”

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i'll tell you when you get your soft, italicized, "Oh."  

the late-night talk

Oh. you figure it out when you realize just how vulnerable they are willing to be with you. it isn't everybody who could or would stay up talking into the night with you, not with such affection or easy familiarity. it isn't everybody who is so understanding of you. it isn't everybody who could bare their soul to you in return. that kind of intimacy... it means deep foundations. it means comfort. it means trust. maybe it's a secret, maybe it's a story, maybe it's something you just never thought of before -- but they say something, late at night, and you realize all at once how remarkable they are, and how special it is to exist in the same time and space as them. "oh" indeed. 

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chukazanmai​:

The inn was lively and…loud. Way too loud for Ren’s liking, it was giving him a headache and he needed to get out fast before he flipped the table (quite literally actually). The Tao massaged between his eyes and groaned in frustration as yet another scream -this time from the kitchen- made it to his ears.

If he wanted to keep himself sane then he needed to leave this place now.

Ren hadn’t noticed Horohoro wasn’t among the big mess at the inn, actually he had believed in the opposite, even thought the ice shaman had drank too much of his sake and had dropped unconscious at a corner. So, naturally, Ren was surprised to actually find his teammate outside, resting by a tree, using his bandana as a sleep blindfold.

“I’m surprised you aren’t among the idiots screaming back at the inn.” Ren spoke casually, his bad humor having dissipated (just a little bit) as soon as he felt the fresh air. The purple haired boy just rolled his eyes before he sat down on the grass, right across Horohoro “If I had that third sense you are speaking about, I would wake up every day with a headache.” 

“Don’t get so cocky, Horohoro.” he said with a smirk Ren would only spare to his friends from time to time “I’m here to relax, it’s exhausting having to constantly yell at you and Chocolove.”

Admittedly, he became more comfortable to hear Ren say that “I wasn’t gonna stick around for another round of them talking about what makes a good joke. Then having to decide between who was funnier.” Horohoro put his hands behind his head to lean back once more. “ It’s not they’re serious but man, they can be pretty convincing.”  Looking to the side to the moment to Kororo he gave a shrug “It’s funny, ‘course but I guess that makes two of us not in the mood for that kinda stuff today.”

Horohoro couldn’t help but quirk an eyebrow at the mention of a headache. He gave a snicker “Cocky? When have I ever been cocky?I’d say I’m pretty modest...sometimes when I feel like it.”

He did go silent for a moment at the last comment and couldn’t help but prod. “Yeah I bet, I could imagine the strain on not only your head but blood pressure too. I’d probably pop a vein if I were in your shoes.” Horohoro joked slightly before continuing “... Speaking of that though.”

“Have you been doing alright?” he realized how vague that was after before correcting himself “Past the headache I mean...”

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me: getting the courage to talk to people and working on writing as well as looking up stuff about the shaman king spin-offs me also: I could also meme.

Featuring Hana for the funny @oniborn

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Context: thoughts from the quiz on “why are you here” It’s true that Horohoro himself would have a pretty different way of seeing things from the others, especially coming from and being raised within a different culture. But, on the outside due to his impulsivity and rash nature he for the most part doesn’t seem like one to be able to convey a rational explanation for the intangible and abstract.

Concepts within his life have their own meanings,  their own purpose, to him, it’s not hard to put words to what some would call undefinable. To be aware of his emotions, something in themselves being so abstract is a pretty good feat in itself.

It’s very clear from many times in the manga he can control his emotions and refrain from stupid rash choices. It’s not like he is always a gun ready to fire off in any which direction.

Manipulation though? I don’t think Horohoro has the capacity to properly manipulate someone. This isn’t because he doesn’t have the smarts to, but it’s more like he can’t really bring himself to do so.

He doesn’t feel right about it because his words have or well even LACK THEREOF have HURT before.

*kicks a read more* but speaking of that little topic.

Honestly? The reason he has this type of duality to him, I think is because he’s overcompensating, NOT to say his cheerful loud and about attitude is DISINGENUOUS. BUT, in his mind the lack of communication is linked directly to the death of Tamiko. He buckled under the pressure and left her in the dark, speaking not a word. Not about how he feels, not why he’s doing it, just radio silence.

But even then I think despite this aggressive attitude I still think he falls into this “I can’t talk about it” mentality. If he’s having a dark night of the soul he leaves to be alone to deal with it himself.

Ride the wave I suppose.

There’s this frustration of knowing what he’s feeling, knowing his brain is going haywire with thoughts. But unable to catch himself when it comes to just keeping it all in. Until, at some point it starts to crack then it comes out all at once to lash out at those around him.

Then immediately just “I need to leave, god damn it--”

So I guess tl;dr: FUNNY TRAUMATIC EVENT ASSOCIATION GO BRRRRRR AND CREATE BAD COPING MECHANISMS.

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Why Are You Here? 

To voice something 

You have a talent for conveying what others struggle to. Whether it be through actions or words, communication is undeniably your strong suit. You are considered incredibly thoughtful by those around you. Perhaps you have been called eloquent, profound, or insightful. People probably often ask your thoughts, because you have a unique knack for making sense of things. You make the abstract tangible, the esoteric intelligible, the nebulous understandable. You bring into reach what many otherwise couldn't grasp. People seek you out when they seek to understand what's beyond them. You have the unique ability to give a voice and a presence to sentiments others are unable to express. This is incredibly precious. You see, this universe is not something that makes sense on its own—it must be made sense of. For the purpose of comprehending our own existence, we dream up languages, artforms, sciences, philosophies, and religions in an attempt to describe and explain what we witness. By voicing what we perceive, we make the universe take shape. Communication is essential to everything we understand. That is how meaning is constructed from the formless static noise collected by our senses. It may feel as if you are merely an observer of life, a spectator inessential to the world you watch, but people like you couldn't be more necessary. The things you voice become real and accessible through your ability to communicate them. You aren't here just to thoughtlessly watch the world pass you by—your existence is one that connects the pieces of an otherwise incomprehensible picture. The connections we can't live without live and breathe through you. Every time you understand someone and make yourself understood, you are participating in the construction of reality. But be careful—your ability to communicate so effectively gives you unrivaled potential to manipulate. Even that which begins as a falsehood can become reality if it is repeated enough times by enough people. What is spoken into existence cannot always be taken out so easily—so use your voice wisely. Remember: you're here to help us understand where here is.

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He’s been laying on the floor for a few hours now, tossing and turning trying to avoid the light when he can. Not even having the energy to bother with getting to his bed, the floor was good enough “Piricaaaaaaa...” was the first call to his sister...met with silence. Kororo shading Horohoros head with her leaf giving a soft “Kuru..” to him.

Horohoro gave a sigh almost like a dog trying to settle before raising his voice “Pirica!!” before immediately regretting it as he held his head “Shit! Bad idea, bad idea--” he winced before closing his eyes entirely.

“I forgot she was going out...” he then splayed out on the ground in utter misery. It felt like a jack hammer was hitting his head, at least the silence was there for him. Well, until he heard someone coming in and with that he slowly leaned up...not entirely willing to sit up straight.

“Oh, I didn’t think you were still h--” he gave a slow blink seeing that it wasn’t her “you could have said something if you were coming in...”

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bepsi

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Horohoro:Hey!Hey!

Horohoro:Did you get angー

Red Crimson renhoro

POP TEAM EPIC parody

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That’s it. That’s their dynamic.

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Old pics I colored yesterday after buying a new set of markers

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was talking to @spiritofsword and on the side wondering about heights. least to say, the pettiness is real.