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polarized-here · 3 months ago

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POLAR I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR OCS AND SEE THEIR CONCEPT ART‼️ please I need food, I need to eat your art sjdhhsjdhsj /lh

GRAHH FINE SINCE YOU ASKED… my lore. Sorry this is so late gngahgahshsjsh… you literally caught me as dinner came home. Like. Oops… crazy… right after I knocked out shekhrkdbddmbd anyway! :)

Under the cut because it may or may not be a long thing, with most plot points just being little ideas—no fully fleshed story, just, erm. Ideas I like.

Update. It’s long. Also tumblr is so glitchy rn it kept making this saved post disappear and then reappear in my asks after I exited the app and opened it again what the fuck 😭😭

So, in this world, a majority of the population do. Not. Have powers, having them is seen as a blessing, But… It's a dystopian themed world—where these powers are incredibly monitored and regulated by the government—with some being minor, and some being full on changes to the physical body and how they manifest. (ie. My excuse for drawing anthros… or kemonomimi… shushhhh/also allows me to just dump all of my ocs which you may have seen before, in one little world and play with them like they’re my puppets :( I love them sm!! One of them sora is from DND they hold a special place in my heart...)

But again, having these powers is seen as a blessing from a God of some sort—and a curse, as while they’re regulated by the national government heavily, some individuals still manage to slip by, or cause harm to the general public, so from this, they (the gov) took advantage of this to instill a system of ‘heroes’ and ‘villains’ there’s a few ‘vigilantes’ but most either become heroes (through turning themselves in and doing plenty of community service work, and discussing a contract with some government representatives—most who become heroes are never the same. They always have a look in their eyes, as if valor to help their nation has blinded them), but some may become villains.

Heroes are those who just have a license and have signed a contract with the government—most get these contracts renewed or take a small few month break in between contract renewals. They’re unable to use their powers in these circumstances, unless it’s out of self defense. Civilians can too (those not heroes, are regulated by the government heavily, and choose not to pursue it. But it’s like US NAVAL contracts too. you can join programs in the gov that give you supplemental access and benefits to college/pay it off, etc etc etc. like the national guard but more celebritized), but they (civilians) need to find a GOOD lawyer. There’s so many laws that heroes are naturally given a smalllllll pass over, that it’s just best to run away, or be a hero in that small instance.

(This has sm mha influence. As sad as it is, that show influenced me sm. Got me into trying art. Fr fr/on digital. PLA is just where it improved a weeee bit).

OKAYYY ENOUGH AGOUT THE SET UP!! THE CHARACTERS… I’m so sorry idk why I’m rambling this much, I’m not even hyperfixated on my own OCs. Like what the fuck.

Anyways! A key note is that having bright colored hair is a key identification that you probably have powers that haven’t manifested yet, and the hair is always a bright color, unless, you’re Astor!

He’s got so much trauma *slaps roof of car.* You can fit so much trauma in this one bad boy. And despite it all he remains a good person. Dawg. You have more strength then I’d ever have. But igggg the want and need to help people because you were hurt and want to make a change does seem motivation enough… anyways. They’re so marysue coreee

The main character & a small-time vigilante going to the new school that’s just been set up. His hair only really turns those bright colors when she’s using their powers—but in the ref it’s just for convenience sake. She has so many skeletons in her closet, that they can’t risk being caught. But they love helping people too much. They’re a bit altruistic.

Here’s their vigilante suit ref :)

For ease of mind, they always have a small bit of static on their hands—both to stun new people meeting them. To make the air feel charged with thunder and electricity—a warning to her presence, and because it means their hair stays that color. No matter the charge. His eyes stay the same color though. Again. These are some old doodles from last year of some characters. Notably, that I also revamped. Heroes, villains, and vigilantes stories always hold a special place in my heart,,,

Next up is Anzu! Silly goober!!! Please give him head pats!!!! He loves it!!! This is Astor’s only… real friend. Since Astor likes his solitude. But tolerates Anzu’s silly behavior. Utter dichotomy between them!!! <333 I haven’t decided if they’d get together or nah, but! <3333

Yeah, this guy (and Astor) both have autism (I didn’t even realize that him liking trains was an autistic stereotype… oops. Mb gang. But like. Seriously. Ywah didn’t mean anything by it. I’m autistic myself and I’m possibly pursuing physics or engineering 💪💪 I think it’s alr if I project onto a character I made 🔥🔥🙏)

Yes, he’s based on the irl dinosaur. Yes, he’s autistic, hear me out. I just put lots of things together. And he just ended up with major tism 🔥🙏

And finally, a hero I designed :) I changed her a weeee bit. But she’s mostly the same sand manipulation :) villains dislike her since she puts sand in their shoes. Her big container is full of sand and stuff. She doesn’t have a weakness other then she needs to be a bit concentrated on making her sand creations—but they’re like second nature to her because of how long she’s been a hero. She’s an antagonist only because she’s trying to take Nexus in. She sees how sweet she can be to the native cats (from a distance. Never touching them, and she never knows why, they look at the native cats, longing to pet them but always stops) so she wants to take him in and make a case for him to join the government’s hero program.

Arizona! But her hero name is Sahara yk… Yeagh…. Anyways :) I love her lots. She does mean well. But she’s also blindly faithful in the government, or will see its problems and will deflect or try to be better to make things right. But she always holds rules above anything else. Even if she cares about someone who’s breaking them, a lot, so yeah… totally not talking about the mentor and mentee relationship between her and Nexus… where she pushes her morals aside just to listen to him seldom talk about his intrepid interests.

If Nexus didn’t have those powers—in her opinion—she would’ve made an excellent leader in whatever field he’d want to pursue. And she knows he’s got something up with them—some history. And that breaks her heart a little seeing how much pure joy Nexus gets at being able to try new things, like new foods, or try out purely common things that should be normal to a kid like herself.

Very much love found families and going to the extreme for them :33

ANYWAYS!!! Those are the main 3. I have some others I’ll show. But yk. They look a wee bit different + have names labeling them and the key parts of them. I don’t think tumblr would like me dropping all their refs :,)

Actually :O hold on, their refs are here. Trust

I’m so smart for pasting them all here. Trust anyways. Those are my pookies, so sorry this took so long.. erm I like them a lot. Oh yeah, I made a comic with them for art class. Yeagh. They were mostly changed for ease of drawing but yeah. I did not want to do it but I had not wanted to do this 🚬🚬

But yeah, pookies…. Sorry you probably didn’t want this comprehensive lore about them grrr

#art #my art #polar’s art #not fanart #oc #ocs #my ocs #polar’s asks #answered #dem0nguy #crazy…#I typed this all on docs to explain the formatting but Yeagh… my sillies crushes rhem #so sorry this took a while. again. this is all older art and idk. I just like bright colors…#polar’s OCs

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aeoki · 11 months ago

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Phantom Airship - Prologue

Location: ??? Characters: Sora, Natsume, Tsumugi & Mayoi Season: Winter Writer: Seitarou Kino & Akira

TL Note:

Red and white manju are Japanese rice cakes filled with red bean paste.

Mayoi: ............

Mmm... Wait, where am I...?

Err, is this the jungle? Speaking of jungles, the "Hokkaido Jungle" that "Trickstar" is trapped in is rather vivid in my memory.

Could it be that I've also been taken there..?

No, no! That wouldn't make sense at all! I may be timid but I haven't committed any crimes that would warrant being brought to the jungle...!

This must be some sort of bad prank. If someone is watching from somewhere, please let me out!

............

Uuu. There isn't any response... Which means this may not be a prank...?

I lost my composure there but "SS" has ended, so there wouldn't be a need to kidnap me, would there?

Ow, ow, ow. Maybe I hit my head somewhere, but I've got a headache. Perhaps that's also why my memories seem to be hazy.

In any case, I shouldn't sit here twiddling my thumbs. I should search the area to see if anyone is nearby.

...Hm? What is this large shadow?

*Thud! Thud!*

(Eeek...! A-A monster? A creature covered in scales just passed by...!)

(Is this a dream? Or is this reality? Just what on earth is going on...?)

(I’m starting to remember now.)

(A forest that spreads far and wide. Large creatures I've never seen before roam the area. This strange “unrealistic world" is...)

The Phantom… Airship…

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< A few hours earlier. One day in the beginning of January. >

Mayoi: Ahh... I wish I was dead! I want to disappearrrrr!

I'm not someone worthy of being acknowledged. I'm simply a foolish and repulsive “freak” wearing the skin of an ordinary human…!

You must be far too simple-minded to want to ask for my help, Anzu-san. I’m sure you’ll just be disappointed when you see how I perform in reality.

Uuu… My self-hatred is making me dizzy.

This is the perfect time to take a look at the secret photo I’ve obtained recently… There is a nutrient one can gain from looking at adorable and pure children!

Ahh, the “Branco” performance…! How lovely they look!

The others are following Aira-san and performing in such a sparkling manner. It really is a feast for the eyes, ehehe, ehehehehe…♪

Sora: HaHa~! *Tackles Mayoi*

Mayoi: Whaa!? W-W-W-What is it!?

This is a secret room that hardly anyone knows about. I swear I had it locked as well…!

Sora: HiHi~ Happy New Year, Dark Onii-san!

We haven’t seen each other since “SS”. huh~? How have you been doing?

Mayoi: S-Sora-san… Why are you here?

Sora: ? Should Sora have knocked?

Senpai told Sora the password to the digital lock. He said he told Sora so Sora can talk to Dark Onii-san wherever Sora wanted to.

So, Dark Onii-san, please have a chat with Sora!

The venue was bustling during “SS” so even though we were in the same “Red Team”, we didn’t have the chance to speak with each other. And Sora wants to hear what “ALKALOID” has been up to recently too~♪

Mayoi: Y-You’re oddly quite aggressive. It’s all too bright for me…!

I don’t mind chatting with you, but how about we do so at a cafe or restaurant instead of this lonesome place?

Sora: Why’s that? It’s quiet here so Sora thinks it’s perfect for a chat, though?

Mayoi: Ugh… I can’t help but agree when I see your beautiful eyes.

In any case, this isn’t a good place to chat. It’s a secret room no one should be entering. It would inconvenience you if my shame were to surface…!

Natsume: HmM. I was wondering what you were up tO, but you took the photo without my permission, I sEE?

Mayoi: Eek! Y-You’re here too, Natsume-san!?

Natsume: HeHE. I entered while you were distracted by SoRA.

It’s not just us two – Senpai is here tOO. I’d be happy if you’d give us a warm welcoME.

Tsumugi: Hello, Ayase-kun~

Your performance with “Crazy:B” at the “SS” main battle was a sight to behold.

In truth, I had wanted to tell you right away, but everything was quite busy that day.

Ah, come to think of it. As a New Year’s gift, I’ve brought leftover catering from “SS”. Please have some red and white manju[*] ♪

Mayoi: No, thank you. Uh, umm…

Do you all have some sort of business with me? All three members of “Switch” are here. Are the magicians here to exterminate the freak…!?

Natsume: Your imagination is too extreME.

To tell the truth, we have a job that’s perfect for you – someone who doesn’t have a lot of self-confidenCE.

We’d like to invite “ALKALOID” to the “Phantom Airship”. Will you help us oUT?

Mayoi: The “Phantom Airship”...? What’s that?

Sora: You’ll see when you come! But Sora can guarantee you won’t be disappointed~

Please believe in us “Switch”! We’ll definitely use our “happy magic” to turn you into a warm “colour”, Dark Onii-san ☆ Mayoi: Okay? I don’t understand a thing, but all right, I suppose…?

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btsqualityy · 2 years ago

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Y.O.U (Years Of Us), Chapter 2: “Gotta do what I gotta do”.

Jimin x half black/half Korean OC

Genre/Rating: 21+, established relationship, idol!AU, smut, angst, and fluff

Summary: Kamaria gives Jimin an answer to his question. Kamaria and Nari have a conversation that only best friends can have with each other.

Warnings: A passing mention of a drug overdose and mention of rehab.

WC: 2.1K

Author’s Note: The songs mentioned in this series are, of course, real life songs but for the sake of the story, we’re gonna pretend as if they’re not lol! Hope you enjoy it!

Song Of The Chapter: Michael Jackson- You Rock My World

8 YEARS AGO

Once Jimin’s debut solo album, Here I Am, along with the accompanying title track ‘You Rock My World’ that Kamaria had starred in the music video for came out, the response was astronomical. Jimin found himself shattering every record that seemed to exist for a solo artist and Kamaria found herself dealing with the newfound fame of having both a number one film and staring in the music video to a number one song and album at the same time.

As a way of thanking her for her involvement in the music video, Jimin had gotten in touch with Kamaria’s manager, Nari, to invite her out to dinner.

“Well, well, well,” Kamaria smiled as Jimin breezed through the front doors of Ryunique. “I would’ve been fashionably late too, had I known we were doing that.”

“Sorry,” Jimin apologized sheepishly. “Everything has just been so crazy since the album came out, I’ve barely been able to breathe.”

“I was joking, Jimin,” she laughed and after a beat of silence, Jimin found himself laughing as well. After the owner of Ryunique, Ryujin, showed them to their table, they quickly ordered their food and drinks before falling into casual conversation.

“So, I invited you out tonight because I wanted to thank you,” Jimin began. “In all the reviews of the music video, people are mentioning how you made it more than just a typical video with your dance skills and your charisma.”

“Well, it was only possible for me to do that because the song is that good,” Kamaria responded.

“And I wanted to thank you for that too,” he added. “For some reason, when you told me that you knew the song and album would be a hit....I believed you and you turned out to be right.”

“Music is in my blood.”

“Speaking of that, I didn’t know that Choi Sora was your mother and that Quincy Jacobs is your father,” Jimin mentioned. “Though now that I’m seeing you again, I want to slap myself because you look just like her.”

“Yeahhh, wish I could say that I haven’t heard that all my life,” Kamaria joked.

“You don’t like to talk about her?”

“Given the fact that for most people, she’s almost as well known for overdosing as she is for being an icon in Kpop?” She laughed bitterly. “Not really.” An awkward silence fell over the two of them then, Jimin not having expected that reaction from her.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured and Kamaria sighed heavily.

“You don’t have to be sorry, I didn’t mean to snap like that,” she told him. “She’s my mom and I love her dearly but I want to be known for my gift more than just being her daughter.”

“I understand that,” Jimin nodded. “That’s why I chose to do my solo debut now, so that I can establish an identity outside of Bangtan.”

“You’ve definitely done that,” Kamaria smiled, making Jimin do the same.

“So, what are you going to do now? Another film? TV shows?”

“What makes you think I have anything planned?”

“Please,” Jimin snickered. “You’re signed to SM Entertainment and if I know anything about them, they’re always looking for a way to capitalize off any hint of success.”

“This is true,” she admitted with a giggle. “I actually had a meeting today about my next album. They’re giving me about a month to write some material and then I go into the studio.”

“Well, since you helped me out, I’d love to return the favor,” he offered. “I have a duet that I scrapped from my album. Maybe you could take a look at it and tweak it to your liking?”

“That sounds amazing. One condition, though.”

“What’s that?”

“That you tweak it with me and we record it together,” Kamaria said and Jimin chuckled.

“I’d love to.”

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An asshole. A wide, gaping asshole that had been fucked with the force of a thousand elephant dicks.

That’s exactly what Jimin looked and sounded like right now.

“Bubs?” Jimin called, reaching out and snapping his fingers in front of Kamaria’s face. “Did you hear me?”

She couldn’t believe the audacity and gall of the man sitting in front of her, having the nerve to fucking ask her to-

“D-did you just ask me t-to,-”

“Be my surrogate, yes,” he confirmed.

“Are you clinically fucking insane?!” She spat and Jimin instantly shushed her, glancing around himself to make sure that none of the people sitting at the tables around them had heard her. “Do not shush me right now, bitch!”

“Stop yelling,” he hissed.

“I cannot have a baby with you,” she shot back. “You’re married, even if you don’t want to be! You can’t go off and have a baby with your ex-girlfriend! What the hell do you think Hye-ja is gonna say when she finds out that you chose me?”

“Well, Hye-ja doesn’t even know that you and I dated for three years,” he revealed. “So in her mind, you’d just be helping me out because you’re a close friend, which is what everyone thinks about us anyways.”

“Everyone else thinking that is different,” Kamaria sighed. “When we were together, we made the joint decision to keep our relationship a secret. You don’t think that you wanting me to have your child necessitates you telling your wife about what we had?”

“No because I know how she’d react.”

“She’d react like any woman with a fucking backbone would!” She exclaimed. “She’d be rightfully pissed that her husband of less than six months went out and asked his ex-girlfriend to carry his child!”

“She kept the fact that she didn’t want children from me, even after I explained her to that I did when we were still dating,” Jimin explained. “So I think it’s fair if I keep this to myself.”

“I swear, you turn into the most spiteful man on the face of the planet when you don’t get what you want,” Kamaria chuckled as she set her elbows on the table and ran her hands through her hair. “You’re 33 years old and the best solution your brain could up with in response to your wife not wanting to have kids was to have me be your fucking surrogate?”

“Bubs, come on,” Jimin pleaded. “You’re the only person that I can see myself having children with.”

“You’re so full of shit,” she snapped. “You obviously didn’t feel that way when you married Hye-ja.”

“Unless you really want to have that conversation with me, then you should stop while you’re ahead.”

“Fine. Here’s a question for you though: did you really think I was going to agree to having a child with you and not have any ties to it?” Kamaria questioned. “Because that’s what surrogacy implies.”

“No, we’d share custody but we can figure all that out once you’re actually pregnant,” Jimin said.

“Oh, I’m not agreeing,” she clarified with a laugh. “I’m just trying to understand your fucked way of thinking. Another thing, how was I supposed to get pregnant? Because I’m a lot of things but a homewrecker isn’t one of them.”

“Ha, 21 year old Kamaria would disagree with you,” he laughed and she rolled her eyes at the situation that he was referencing.

“Mina was a bitch and she deserved it but that’s not the point,” she huffed. “Look, I don’t know what the fuck is up with you but if you think I’m going to have a baby with you just so you can take it home to the bitch that you married to essentially get back at me, then you’re sadly fucking mistaken.”

“Bubs,” Jimin said, gasping when Kamaria got up from her seat so abruptly that the table shook, causing her wine glass to topple over. “Kamaria, please.”

“You know, just when I think you can’t get anymore fucking selfish, you always prove me wrong,” Kamaria spat before turning around and storming out of the restaurant. Ignoring all of the camera flashes, she shielded her face until her bodyguard opened the car door for her and she was able to get inside.

“How could I be so stupid?” She chastised herself as she leaned back against her seat, her bodyguard pulling away from the curb and into the streets.

Well, that was a waste of a good ass dress.

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“I think you should do it,” Nari shrugged and Kamaria snorted loudly. The two of them were in the living room of Kamaria’s penthouse, enjoying their weekly movie night complete with wine, popcorn, and chocolates.

“He’s married, Nari,” Kamaria reminded her.

“If he had to come and ask his ex-girlfriend to carry his child, clearly it’s not going that well,” Nari pointed out.

“He’s the one that married her out of spite,” Kamaria replied. “I am not going to save Jimin’s ass, once again, because he made yet another decision that he didn’t think through. It’s about time his impulsivity bit him in the ass.”

“But he loves you and had you not rejected him, you would’ve been the one he married instead of her.”

“I couldn’t!” Kamaria whined. “He had just gotten out of rehab, Nari!”

“That’s bullshit and you know it as well as I do,” Nari replied calmly. “You and Jimin were together for three years, as soon as he got back from his enlistment, and he asked you to marry him at least as many times as that. Hell, he probably asked you more than that because that man loves you. Now, I’m not saying you didn’t have valid reasons to turn him down because you did but the relationship between the two of you wasn’t all bad, either.”

“It’s easier if I act like it was,” Kamaria murmured as she picked up her glass of white wine. “It helps the fact that he went off and married someone else hurt less.”

“I know sweetie,” she sighed, reaching over and grabbing Kamaria’s free hand in hers. “And I know how much you were hurt by what he did to you.”

“You were there so of course you know,” Kamaria chuckled ruefully, making Nari laugh.

“I was,” she nodded as she reached up and wiped the tears that had begun to fall from her best friend’s eyes. “But I also know what the two of you had and how he felt about you; Hell, how he still feels about you. He texts me at least once a week and asks how you’re doing.”

“What?” Kamaria gasped. That was news to her.

“He asked me to not tell you because he knew you were angry with him but he was still concerned about you,” Nari explained. “Now, what you said before was right. His impulsivity is a downfall for him, it’s true and it’s gotten him into a relationship that he didn’t think through but think about it. Jimin’s one of the biggest stars in the world who could have any woman carry his child if he chose to but he wants you.”

“And that’s supposed to make me feel warm and fuzzy on the inside?”

“No but it should remind you of what you two had,” Nari replied. “Who does he have in his will?”

“Me,” Kamaria sighed.

“Who is his mother leaving her expensive china to when she passes?”

“Me,” Kamaria echoed.

“And who is the woman that he wrote an entire album of songs for?”

“Me,” Kamaria finished.

“One last question,” Nari said. “Can you genuinely see yourself ever having children with someone who isn’t Jimin?” And that had Kamaria retreating into her mind for a few seconds. While Jimin hadn’t been her first boyfriend or even the first man she had given herself to, he was her first love and the love they had shared was unlike anything she had ever experienced in her life.

The man had his faults, many of which Kamaria was intimately familiar with but the thought of creating a family with someone who wasn’t Jimin had never entered her mind. Even know, when her heart was aching from his betrayal and she wanted nothing more than to gauge his eyes out and feed them to him, it was still him.

It was always going to be, at least in some part of her disjointed heart.

“No,” Kamaria finally admitted.

“I know it’s unconventional but it might be worth it to think it over,” Nari shrugged.

“I can’t, at least not right now,” Kamaria shook her head. “I have to get through promo for ‘Taming’ and then I want to get back into the studio to finish the album.”

“Oh speaking of promo, you have that in depth interview next week,” Nari told her. “It’s your first one since Jimin got married so what are you going to say if they ask about him and you?”

“The same thing I’ve been saying for the last eight years anytime they ask about us,” she shrugged. “We’re friends and that’s all we’ve ever been.”

“Given everything that’s happened though, you think you’re gonna be able to lie like that?”

“I have no choice,” Kamaria replied with a shrug. “Just gotta do what I gotta do.”

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detectiveichijouji · 1 year ago

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How would you guys react if Tai, Daisuke, and Takeru suddenly vanished? Like, up and gone, with almost no trace, not knowing what actually happened.

The Day Taichi, Daisuke and Takeru went missing for a whole day… They all just went into panic mode – Had Ken, Iori, Jou and Sora trying to contain their panik fiesta but it wouldn’t work very well.

It all started because Yamato friggin entered the Koushiro’s office KICKING the door in despair screaming HAS ANYONE SEEN TAKERU TODAY?? HE DIDN’T MESSAGE ME SINCE YESTERDAY!!

Koushiro says Taichi had sent them a message yesterday about having something IMPORTANT to say but he never answered past 1 AM. Miyako believes it was Arsenemon’s fault. Iori thinks it might be another reason, and Mimi wonders if they got a triple date with people they have a crush on (Hikari: Are you implying Daisuke-kun would like someone else than me??)

Jou think they might have forgotten their phones at home (Ken: Would all of them do it at the same time!? | Iori: I suppose Taichi-san and Daisuke-san would, but I’d be surprised if Takeru-san did forget his phone at home too… | Yamato: TAKERU NEVER FORGETS HIS PHONE AT HOME, I KNOW IT I’M HIS BROTHER!)

Sora’s theory is that they’re in a place with too much noise that they can’t hear their phones ringing… Or are on silent mode. Hikari thinks this is plausible, because sometimes she can’t hear her phone ringing in the middle of the crowd in Shibuya Crossroad.

Miyako keeps insisting it’s Arsenemon’s fault, only to get a Calling Card saying… “Nope. Try again, mademoiselle Miyako 😐” – mysteriously Noel pops in seconds later because he was instructed by Daisuke to come gather with them, and then Daisuke suddenly stopped messaging him.

None of the Older Chosen know Noel, but they just accept he’s just another of Daisuke & co’s friends. Ken suspects Noel of eavesdropping on them. Noel denies, and shows his phone – The last message Daisuke sent was last night, telling him to gather with the group for something. Iori knows Noel is just a recent Chosen Child, so he assumed Daisuke wanted to introduce them to Noel.

(Soleil and Lune are not there, and they don’t give a frick to Taichi, Daisuke and Takeru either. None of their business. However Noel does care about Daisuke and Takeru, and to some extent Taichi – Daisuke’s friends are his friends in some way)

Everyone was losing their minds, having wild guesses for HOURS until Yamato started calling the police, Miyako and Koushiro trying to ask the Chosen Network, Sora and Jou trying so desperately to keep everyone CALM but getting headaches, Mimi teasing Hikari even more with the idea of the three boys being on a mixer in secret, Ken and Iori just believing Noel might be lying to them about further details WHEN…!

The door opens. Taichi, Daisuke and Takeru come in with snacks and a cake. It was a surprise for Hikari but all they see is CHAOS AND EVERYTHING BURNING. (No, the digimon didn’t set things on fire, they were just also arguing between each other about what happened to the trio and Agu-Vee-Pata too)

Yamato SCREAMS “WHERE DID YOU GO TAKERU!? WHY DIDN’T YOU MESSAGE ME THIS MORNING!?” – Takeru answers he was out with Taichi and Daisuke, but then Daisuke squints at Taichi, who was the one supposed to gather everyone for the surprise PARTY AND….

Nope. Taichi forgot to send the message talking about HIKARI’S SURPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTY to everyone but Hikari herself. Hikari then smirks at Mimi, “See, they weren’t on a mixer, I know none of them would enjoy that kind of activity!!”

Everyone is now staring at Taichi. So, the important thing Taichi wanted to tell them was that? Oh it was to celebrate Hikari’s birthday (Sept 26) and HE DID NOT SEND THE FRIGGIN MESSAGE!? Taichi protested that it was too late and he was tired from work.

Crisis averted, they had a double feature party – one for Hikari’s birthday, and one to introduce Noel into the group.

The End.

#02 team mail box #no drawings this time i'm just lazing around.

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dreaisgrayte · 2 years ago

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Love Bite | Chapter One

Synopsis: "Just because your ancestors were in love doesn't mean you have to be in love with him." "It's not that." "Then what is it?" "It's fate." Great-great niece of Kanroji Mitsuri has just gotten a new job because her best friend's older brother, a descendant of Iguro Obanai, is looking to hire an assistant for his bakery. Airu has to navigate through her strong connection to Inkyo, who seems to be interested in everything except her. He only teases her when they're alone and is bland when with other people. Will she end up like her great-great aunt or finally fulfil those last words said in the arms of the one she loved?

Warnings/contains: DEMON SLAYER SPOILERS!!, fluff, mutual pining, mentions of soulmates, descendants of Obanai and Mitsuri, jealous Obanai

Word Count: 5K

a/n: This a little project I’m working on because I couldn’t live without giving somewhat of a happy ending {new beginning??} to Obanai and Mitsuri. I LOVE them and so “Love Bite” was born, a short story {this is only chapter 1 out of around 10}

In each other’s arms that’s what I’m told. That’s how my great-great aunt died, in her lover's arms. Is it weird to think that my best friend’s family could have been actually family? Yeah, it is. Though, I’m sure fate has a reason for everything. Such as it just so happened that my best friend’s older brother, mysterious as he is, needs a new hire for his bakery. That’s why I’m here, picking on the skin on my middle finger, hoping the scary Obanai wouldn’t put me through the terror of an interview. I don’t think my mental fortitude could handle that today. Not after my friends insisted on celebrating a night early for my new job. I still haven’t recovered from the alcohol they forced me to practically inject into my veins.

I was scared to even open the front door to the quaint storefront. Sora had informed me that her brother took Thursdays off and could usually be found working on new recipes and plans in his small office space near the back of the building.

“Just knock on the door and he should come to see who it is. I told him you’d be stopping by anyway, so he may just leave it unlocked for you.”

My luck wasn’t the best, so I highly doubt the door would be unlocked- With a simple push of my hand the dark wooden door slid open allowing me to be hit with a gust of air conditioning. The inside space was a dimly lit calm ambiance. There were tables tucked away in secluded areas, some out in the open, and plants were absolutely everywhere. There was a sleek wooden nature theme throughout the whole building and I felt like I was transported somewhere else entirely. There was a counter off to the left side of the entry point that housed a display case and an array of decorative items lining the space behind the counter. A sword is displayed proudly behind a glass covering in the center of the shelves that climb the wall. I take a few steps toward it and notice the deep hue of purple that shines off the curved metal. The hilt was a mix of pink and white stripes with a lime green cap on the bottom. It was breathtaking.

I catch a glimpse of myself in the glass and gasp lightly when I see another figure behind me. I turn around on my heel and come face to face with Obanai.

“Airu.” He whispers, his eyes flitting around my body. He’s very close. So close I can smell the expensive cologne he’s wearing.

“Nice to see you Inkyo.” I bow my head, nervous to meet his intense gaze. I felt like he could see through anything. Especially how he made my body react. His long dark hair covers his face slightly as he steps closer to me. I feel my heart start to do gymnastics in my chest. Im scared if he gets any closer he’ll be able to either hear or feel it.

“Your hair is different.” He notes blandly, reaching out a steady hand to swipe it away from my face. He was right. I had cut my long pink and lime green locks to a shorter, more mature bob haircut. I’d kept the bangs though. He fingers it gently and then drops his hand.

“I like it.” He moves away to move something around on the counter and I try to not let out a loud sigh of relief.

“Sora told me that you were looking for a new hire?” I decide to say. I’m not sure why I was so keen on working here anyway, I’d probably get super distracted by Inkyo and those damn eyes of his. He stops organizing things and glances at me.

“Not anymore.” He moves behind the counter and scoots a few things on the shelves over the tiniest bit. He lets out a sigh when he realizes there's dust on his pale fingers. I must’ve had my mouth open or something because his gaze holds mine for a long time now. “What?” He inquires, furrowing his brows slightly. I shake my head and close my mouth.

“Uh, well I feel like I’ve wasted your time now. I didn’t know you’d filled the position.” I bow my head and feel the urge to leave as quickly as possible but Obanai just shakes his head slowly. His undusty hand reaches up to his mouth as a small smile appears on his lips.

“No Airu, you are my new hire.” He tilts his head to watch my slow reaction processing the information he’d given me. My mouth falls open again and I slam my hands on the counter and lean in close to him.

“Really!?” I exclaim. His eyes widen slightly and then soften as he nods. “Oh thank you! When do I start!?” I clasp my hands together and hop excitedly. Money. I needed money. Plus I got to work with the man who I’d thought about for the last several years.

“Well, I’ll have to give you a list of what happens here daily. What to do when you arrive, when you leave, when you man the counter, and when I’m not here. If you want to come with me up to my place we can discuss the subject of your contract.” He shuffles some things around on the counter absentmindedly again. His place? My everything says yes, but my will says that’s not the best idea.

“Uh, well,” I try to find the words I’m looking for but draw a blank on all words I’ve learned. Inkyo positions himself in a leaning position against the back shelves, which makes his black button-up shirt clench around his torso. I gulp in, trying not to stare. “Is-Is going up to your place really a good idea?” I avoid eye contact like the plague. I hear him let out a small chuckle and suddenly he’s lifting my chin to look into his golden and blue eyes.

“Airu Mitsuri what are you thinking about?” His smirk tells me I don’t have to answer that question for him to know. Maybe it was the atmosphere. Maybe it was my crush on him. Though, maybe it was fate trying to fix a travesty and who am I to get in the way of fate?

“Fine, but I get to show you this really cute picture I took of Bean.” I reach for my phone in my pocket and he lets go of my chin. Bean was the black cat I bought when I moved out of my parent’s apartment so I wouldn’t get too lonely. In a way, he reminded me of Inkyo, except Bean was clingy while Inkyo was offputting. If I tried to cuddle with Inkyo he’d probably throw up in his mouth. Not that I was the problem, just physical touch didn’t seem to be his thing. Even though he did just grab my chin…

“You going to show me or keep dissociating in my bakery?” Inkyo teases, his voice sounding more comfortable with me. I quickly glare at him and then go back to retrieve my phone. I swipe into my gallery and try to hide the number of selfies and random videos that could be found there. I tap on the picture of Bean laying on his back, paws outstretched to the camera. My little baby looked so adorable in this picture I just wanted to gobble him up. Inkyo takes a look at the photo and gives it a smile but nothing else. I’m about to tell him he should be worshipping my baby boy, but he takes his pointer finger and swipes to the next picture. That picture happens to be me in a new black dress I’d ordered online that had a heart cutout on the chest. I’ll be frank, the dress was very short, very revealing, and if Inkyo really wanted to he could observe my pink lace bralette peaking out from the heart. I screech and grab my phone from off the counter.

“What are you doing!?” I hold my phone to my chest and I catch Inkyo lazily staring at how my arms squeeze them together. “I haven’t even started yet! This is harassment!” I exclaim turning my front away from him. He chuckles again and moves out from behind the counter.

“Sorry, I got carried away teasing you again. I just wanted to see if you were still as cute when you got flustered.” He brushes past me and walks toward the door. “Shall we move this upstairs so you can start preparing for tomorrow?” He nods his head toward the door and I can feel my face still warm from his pestering.

“Am I?” I hear myself asking. Inkyo was on his way to leave the building but stops in his tracks. His body shifts toward me again, eyes engulfing me yet again. His massive hands flex by his sides and that god-given shirt exposes how muscular he really is. I take a few steps closer to him, my phone still clutched to my chest. He watches me like a snake about to strike a field mouse.

“Are you?” He finally repeats like he’s questioning what I was asking. I sigh and shake my head, not courageous enough to ask him if he still thinks I’m cute. I should be happy enough with the fact that he even ever thought I was. I nod toward the door.

“Let’s be on our way boss man.” I walk past him and out the door. He stands near the door for a beat before catching up with me. His long legs cause him to walk a little faster than me, but he makes sure to stay on my right, the roadside of the sidewalk.

“The stairs to my place are right here.” He points out, guiding me with a hand lightly on the small of my back. I can’t help but think about how people must see this. A young woman and man heading toward an apartment. If they didn’t already think we were together they must think that he and I were about to do something together. I climb the stairs slowly, trying to avoid flashing Inkyo my underwear if my skirt were to blow up. I reach the landing and he quickly enters a code and opens the door for me. “Welcome to my abode.”

I can feel him watching me as I look around in amazement at his home. There was art everywhere, one, in particular, caught my eye. A regal-looking woman with a lovely kimono draped over her delicate-looking body. Her hair was a dark brown color and her eyes were shut gently. I felt drawn to her like I’d known her somehow or she’d done something extremely courageous for me.

“Her name is Tamayo.” I feel Inkyo say from behind me. I turn my eyes away from the painting and look up into his. He’s not looking at me, he’s looking at the painting. “She was an incredible woman.” His eyes seem to soften carefully when looking at her. I can’t help but feel a slight pang of jealousy course through my body. I wasn’t a normal-looking girl, even in this day and age. I had bright pink and lime green hair and don’t get me wrong, I loved it. Though, it did attract a lot of attention from people, sometimes not the best. My eyes were almost the same green as in my hair and my pale skin made them stand out like bright lights. Then there was my body, I was a curvaceous girl. The curved blade downstairs didn’t hold a candle to the number of dips and round areas on my body. I was ideal by western beauty standards, but here in the east the amount of food I ate and my body type were looked at with judgment. The one thing that brought me any amount of comfort was my grandmother smiling at me with tears in her eyes when I was 16.

“Come here Airu.” She whispers softly and beckons me to her side. I walk to where she was sitting on the bench. The sunlight was illuminating her soft features and light green eyes. I sit down next to her, expecting a scolding for how much I’d eaten at the restaurant, but she extends her hand and rubs my cheek softly.

“Soba?” I question, trying to understand her emotions right now. She was touching me so gently, yet there was an incredibly confused look on her face. She looked sad and happy at the same time.

“You look so much like her.” She mumbles, her fingers moving to my bright hair. She smiles when she touches it. “I had just been born when I met Kanroji, but I remember her contagious smile and beautiful braided hair.” I tilt my head in confusion. I’d heard that name before in stories my grandma would tell of her great aunt Kanroji Mitsuri, a swordswoman in the 1900s. She weaved stories about demons and a great battle against their Lord. How my great-great aunt had excitedly told my great-grandmother about a man whom she fought with. He was mysterious and more than handsome, she was sure they’d fall in love and get married after the war between dark and sunlight. Though she never got to see the sunlight of the next day, she finally found the love she was looking for in Inkyo’s ancestor. “When I pass I want you to have her nitchiri sword, I think she’d want that too.” Nitchiri?

“Soba, are you feeling okay?” I ask in the most respectful way I could muster. I was worried this was some weird way for her to tell me she was dying and didn’t have long. My Soba was a source of flowing wisdom, I don’t think I could navigate this world without her. She smiles sadly and pats the top of my head.

“Don’t worry Ruru chan, I’m not dying just yet. When the time does eventually come though, I want you to know fate has a path for you, but you can also have a path for fate.”

Soba passed 3 years later and a similar sword to the one downstairs is displayed in my own home. I looked like Kanroji Mitsuri and that was enough for me to know I was going to be just fine. Hell, maybe those genes would get me in good graces with Inkyo. Being attracted to people who looked like me is kind of in his genetics right?

“Airu? Airu where did you go just now?” Inkyo’s eyes are finally looking into mine and a small shudder runs down my spine.

“Sorry, just reminiscing about Soba.” I smile, trying to hide the fact that the memory I was recalling led to me hoping he’d be into me based on my looks.

“Obaasan Mitsuri… she was also an incredible woman.” He presses his lips into a thin line as if trying to stop himself from crying. I lower my brows as I stare up at him.

“Do you call every woman you know an incredible woman?” I huff, crossing my arms in front of me. Inkyo looks off to the side and scratches the back of his head. I must be mistaken, but it looks like there’s a hint of red on his cheeks.

“Not all.” He mumbles in response. I puff out my cheeks and lean forward, trying my best to intimidate him.

“Oh yeah then what do you say about me when you talk about me?” He shuts his eyes and lets out a sigh. Oh no, did I push him too far? He covers his face and turns away from me. “Answer me Inkyo,” I demand. He lets out another breath and turns completely around, now facing the door we’d walked through a couple of minutes prior.

“Jeez, do I have to fire you just to get you off my case?” He mumbles against his hands. I stand up straight again and grumble a few words about how he’s an asshole and then turn toward his (of course) black couch. I plop myself down on the soft cushions and huffily brush my skirt out over my legs.

“Fine, then if you’re all business, then let’s get started,” I state plainly, a little hurt he wouldn’t answer me. Inkyo turns on his heel and walks toward me.

“Well, since we are in my home I feel like it would be rude for me to not offer you something to drink.” He looks over to the steel-accessorized kitchen with the same warm wood as his bakery. I sink into the plush couch and wave my hand dismissively.

“I’ll be fine with some apple juice if you have it.” Why’d we even have to come up here again? Why couldn’t we sit at one of the tables downstairs? My eyes widen and I watch Inkyo rummage through his stainless steel refrigerator. Oh my goodness…was he…going to murder me? No…surely not. Well, I was a major pain in the ass so it’s plausible. Whatever the reason, I may have been to quick to follow him up here. Damn this lovey-dovey brain of mine. The clink of a glass being set on a coaster in front of me breaks me out of my thoughts. Inkyo’s eyes watch me carefully as he sets himself in a sleek (black again) armchair across from me. He steeples his hands under his chin a serious look on his face.

“So let’s get down to business.”

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It’s been about 2 weeks since my meeting with Inkyo Obanai and I had no idea how busy a small bakery on the outskirts of Tokyo could get.

“Could I get one of those small muffins?” A tall teenage boy asks, pointing to a blueberry muffin in the case. I smile brightly and nod.

“Of course! That will be 3.40 please.” I relay. The boy flushes and fumbles with his wallet. I giggle to myself and gather his purchase in the signature black and white paper bag. He hands me the money and I smile graciously. “Thank you, have a nice day.” I wave to him and he bows his head and waves goodbye. I wipe my brow and sigh. Phew, it’s not even noon yet and all our tables are packed with students, employees on break, and a few elderly people.

“Wow, it was never this busy before.” A familiar voice observes. I turn my attention to the figure in front of me and a smile instantly appears on my lips.

“Sora!” I exclaim and nearly jump over the counter to give her a hug. She welcomes me into her arms with a smug look on her face.

“The one and only.” She chuckles. “But seriously, how are there so many people in here? I didn’t think Inkyo had it in him.” Her eyes fall to my slightly shorter stature and then she rolls her eyes. “That’s right I forgot you worked here. That’s why there are so many people.” She groans and nods toward the counter. “How has he been treating you?” She asks walking behind the counter with me.

“Good, but what do you mean that’s why there are so many people here?” I question. Sora laughs and a piece of her thick raven hair falls in front of her face. Just like her brother’s. They looked identical except for their eyes. Both of Sora’s eyes are a piercing greenish-blue hue, still as intense as her brother’s though.

“You. Airu you’re absolutely stunning. People are coming to see you smile at them.” She answers with another small laugh. I pause. Really? Did people come to see me? What about Inkyo though? He was extremely attractive, people had to come for him too, right?

“Oh.” Is the only thing I can manage to say. Sora pats me on the back and looks out into the crowd.

“Just make sure Inkyo doesn’t see any of these dudes flirting with you.” She advises. I furrow my brows and look at her questioningly. “Just, keep that in mind.” She pats my back again and moves toward the small trinkets on the back shelves. I’d grown fond of a lot of them while working here. There was a beautiful handmade pot with intricate blue flowers painted on them. Then a calico figurine stood proudly with a little backpack on it. Then there was, of course, the sword. I caught myself staring at it at all times of the day. Wondering how it would feel to wield such a magnificent piece of weaponry. It made me miss my sword all alone at home. Maybe I could ask Inkyo to display mine too?

“Sora.” I whisk around to see Inkyo staring at his little sister with a blank expression. “What are you doing here?” He asks. He glances at me, but then his eyes are back on her. She turns toward him slowly and shrugs.

“If I’m being honest I was a little hungry. Lucky for you the taste of you being an asshole doesn’t get into your food.” She smiles innocently and Inkyo lets out a loud groan. “Oh, I also wanted to see Airu in her cute little apron,” Sora adds, her fingers playing with the tie on my back. I squirm under her touch.

“Sora that tickles.” I giggle. Inkyo’s eyes narrow and he catches Sora’s wrist.

“Why don’t you get your food and go sit down?” He grumbles, releasing her quickly. Sora’s eyes light up mischievously and I can tell she’s about to annoy her brother. I want to tell her to just do as he says, but she’s a stubborn girl.

“Okay, but I’ll be taking your little girlfriend with me.” She grabs me by the waist and picks up a muffin from the display on top of the counter. Inkyo’s eyes trace her arm around my waist and then flit up to my eyes. They look like they’re subtly burning with some sort of emotion. I want to ask him what’s wrong, but he turns away before I can.

“Fine. Do whatever you want.” He places his palms on the counter and greets a new customer with a tight smile. Sora leads me away to a free table near the breakroom.

“He’s so weird.” She says when we’re finally sitting down. I nod slowly but feel a bit confused by that whole interaction.

“I think you tease him too much,” I mumble absentmindedly. Sora’s eyes widen and she bites angrily into her muffin.

“He deserves it. He’s always acting like he’s better than me and it’s only because our parents favor him. You look so much like our ancestor, the great swordsman Iguro Obanai. You’re the best Inkyo. We love you so much. It gets a little old after a while.” She mutters. I soften at her plight. Her parents did favor Inkyo, I’d witnessed it all our life.

“I’m sorry Sora. I just think there are better times for you to enact goblin mode.” I reach out and caress her hand. She smiles through bites and turns to watch her brother at the front counter. “Do you want to hang out after my shift?” I ask in hopes she’ll say yes. It’d been a while since we had gotten together. She presses her lips into a thin line and turns her gaze back to me.

“Thanks, Airu, I’d like that.”

Sora leaves after we chat for a bit about our plans for later. She makes sure to flip her brother off as she leaves. He rolls his eyes as I walk back toward my station.

“I love that little goblin.” He chuckles. I bump my hip into him and he startles.

“I think she’d like to hear that from you every once and a while,” I say, enjoying the way Inkyo stares at where I had bumped him.

“Yeah, probably.” He mumbles, still engrossed in where we’d touched. Sora was right, he is weird. I grin to myself and resume standing by the display case. Since our chat, the bakery had emptied, and only a couple of the students remained working away on their computers.

“I don’t know how to thank you for this job, Inkyo.” I voice, not sure where I was going with the conversation. He looks at me and shakes his head.

“You don’t need to. I’m glad I get to work with you.” He replies, a small smile tugging on the corners of his mouth. He lifts his hand to cover it but I catch the sleeve of his dark shirt.

“Why do you do that?” I ask, turning my body toward him. He watches me with the same intensity a few weeks ago.

“Do what?” He questions back, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Cover your mouth when you smile,” I explain. His eyes widen slightly and I can feel my heart pick up speed. What was I doing? This was brave, asking him all these personal questions. We were friends, but we weren’t as close as Sora and I. Was I being rude?

“Whenever I smile around you I feel like the corners of my mouth are being ripped open. The amount of joy you bring me splits me open.” He breathes. My eyes are the ones to widen now. What did he mean by that?

“Excuse me? Can I get that last cinnamon roll please?” Inkyo’s gaze lingers on me for a beat before attending to the customer in front of us. I, on the other hand, still stare at him as he goes about running a business. The joy you bring me splits me open. I let out a shaky breath and cover my mouth as a smile forms. I can’t help it, it’s wide and almost painful.

Ah. So that’s what he means.

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“Oh give me a break. He’s not dreamy!” Sora rolls her eyes and punches at the pillow next to her. I laugh at her reaction.

“No really! I swear. I know describing him doesn’t paint a very good picture, but let me pull up a photo.” I scramble to find my phone.

“Bean are you hearing this shit? Your owner is bonkers!” Sora gestures to me wildly and Bean, who is laying next to her, blinks twice before closing his eyes again. Sora sighs exasperatedly and flops back into the couch cushion. I finally find a good photo of the scraggly anime character I was talking about. Sora’s eyes study him for a while before she nods once.

“Okay, maybe I will be hearing you out.” She shrugs and I pump my fist in the air.

“I told you! He’s evil but so damn attractive.” I kick my feet and hug my phone.

“You have problems.” Sora teases. I nod my head as I think about my type in men. Yeah, I do, but that’s what makes me special.

“Hey now, remember this is my house. I can kick you out.” I narrow my eyes and Sora holds her hands up in the air in surrender. I throw a pillow at her. “Get some sleep you dingus. It’s nearly 2 am.” I groan as I push off the ground to a standing position. Sora sticks out her tongue and stuffs the pillow next to her.

“Weeeeeeaaaaaaak.” She mocks and then flips herself to get more comfortable on my couch. I roll my eyes and flick off the light.

“Goodnight Soblin.” My nickname for her is a mixture of her name and goblin.

“Goodnight whore.” Her nickname for me is any insult she can think of. I smile to myself and walk the short steps to my room. I open the door and Bean scurries to come to sleep with me. “Traitor!” Sora calls from the couch. I close the door behind us and take a deep breath. My eyes catch the glint of the moon’s reflection on something shiny. I look up at the wall above my bed. There hung my sword. It had a pink and white hilt, with a guard that was four hearts around the bottom of the blade. The blade was a mixture of black and a redder pink.

“Kanroji Mitsuri, what exactly were you like?” I mumble to myself. Bean mews softly from my bed and I crawl in with him. I catch myself staring at the sword above me as I drift off to sleep.

“Here.” A voice mumbles. In front of me is a boy about my age. He wears black and white stripes and a mask over his mouth. His eyes are blue and gold, beautiful. He holds striped green socks in front of him with his head turned away from me. I smile happily and take them gingerly from his grasp.

“Thank you.” I bow my body and when I look up his eyes are on me. My smile grows and his eyes widen. He stumbles back a few steps and I tilt my head in confusion.

“It’s-It’s no big deal.” He stammers and before I can say anything else he runs away. What a strange boy. I peer down at the socks he’d given me and can’t help but feel my heart flutter slightly. What was the serpent Hashira doing giving the love Hashira a pair of socks? I look up to where he’d run off to and think about hunting him down, but I highly doubt I’d be able to find him. He probably blended in with the shadows.

“Whatcha got there?” A voice from behind me asks. Kyojuro Rengoku stands behind me, his usual wide stare looking back at me. I glance at the socks and then back at the flame Hashira.

“Some socks…” I reply. He smiles widely and studies the socks.

“They remind me of Iguro Obanai.” He nearly yells. I smile and nod.

“He’s the one who gave them to me,” I confirm. Kyojuro nods and then gestures to me.

“By the looks of your face, he set your heart ablaze!” He exclaims. I gasp and touch my cheeks. Warm. So warm. My heart nearly explodes with a feeling of excitement and happiness. Could my goal of finding a man to love me finally be fulfilled? I glance behind me, where Iguro had run off to.

“Yeah, I guess he did.”

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clothyume · 7 months ago

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Colourful Good Job Episode 5

Episode 5

Season: Summer

Characters: Subaru, Kuro, Sora, Tsumugi, Niki

(A few days later)

Sora: Hmm~. Sora messed up again~ It’s hard to wrap yakisoba in egg

Niki: Not at all, you’ve only just started practising and you’re already pretty good!

The next one will surely be a beautiful soba omelette! Keep going, don’t be discouraged!

Sora: HaHa~. Even if Sora uses a lot of eggs, Sora can’t get it right~?

Niki: Please don’t worry. I’ll be responsible for eating everything Harukawa-kun makes♪

Kuro: Shiina. Do you really think that’s what Harukawa is worried about?

Niki: Harukawa-kun, I think you’re good with your hands, there’s just a strange force in your body

Let’s take a break and try again after. We still have time

Sora: Cooking-onii~san is so kind~? But it’s okay. Sora wants to keep it up for just a bit longer

…Whenever Sora does this, Sora remembers the time when Sora cooked for Kei-chan-senpai~♪

Kuro: Kei-chan-senpai… Are you talking about danna?

Sora: HiHi~. Last year, Kei-chan-senpai and Sora made Chinese dumplings together. It was fun~

Niki: Sounds great~, Chinese dumplings. If you can even make bean paste dough, it can easily be added to the menu!

Kuro: Haha, that’s a good idea. If we do then I want danna to come eat some too

Sora: Sora wants Kei-chan-senpai to come too! Sora wants lots of people to have fun at the staff appreciation party~!

Niki: …Speaking of which, Kiryu-kun. Are we good for time? Didn’t you say you had work in the afternoon

Kuro: Shoot. It’s already noon huh. It seems a little early to head over now, but its always good to be flexible

Sorry but, I gotta get going. Harukawa, don’t overdo it

Sora: Yep! Next time Sora meets red-onii~san, Sora will show you how to make a really beautiful soba omelette~!

Kuro: Sure♪ I’ll leave the rest to you, Shiina

Niki: Leave Harukawa-kun to me! …Now then, let’s give it another shot

Subaru: Ummm… Oh, found him! Hey there~ Little yellow~!

Sora: Ah, Sparkling-onii~san! Hello~!

Subaru: Yup! I’m relieved you look like you’re doing okay~☆

Niki: Akehoshi-kun. Did you come to have your lunch at ‘Cinnamon’?

Subaru: Nope. I had lunch in the lunch room so I’m all good. Aside from that, you’re planning a staff appreciation party, aren’t you? So was true that you were working in ‘Cinnamon’

Niki: When it’s not busy I’m allowed to borrow the kitchen

Ah, did you get permission? On the day of the staff appreciation party, lots of people will come to help

Subaru: Is that so? Shiina-senpai, you’re surprisingly reliable~♪

I saw Kiryu-senpai earlier, could it be that you’re already done preparing?

Sora: No, Red-onii~san had work, so Sora is still practicing a little~

Subaru: Oh, I see! From the looks of it, it’s going well

Sora: HuHu~. Sora is going to be a cooking master after this! Right now Sora is going to make a soba omelette, and Sora wants Sparkly-onii~san to watch~

Subaru: Sounds good☆ I’m curious about why you chose soba omelette!

Sora: Fufun, the staff requested it!

Subaru: …H~mm. If you’re practising hard, then it'll be the best thing on the staff appreciation party menu

Niki: No, not necessarily. I’d recommend the yakitori and potato fries too

Subaru: Really? I like soba omelette and yakitori and potato fries, so I’ll be happy no matter which you recommend♪

Sora: Red-onii~san taught me about yakitori so that Sora can grill it properly!

Sora will also be able to wrap the soba omelette nicely! Senpai and the others will be really surprised~

…HeHe~? Sparkling-onii~san, did you just take a picture right now?

Subaru: Sorry for taking it candidly? I think I just feel more relieved if I can see that you’re having fun cooking

Niki: Speaking of which, you said you were relieved earlier? Were you worried about us?

Subaru: Something funny has been happening to Natsume recently~ He’s always groaning “Sora this, Sora that”

I think he gets a little lonely if he doesn’t see Little yellow for a while. He’s getting frustrated because you haven’t even discussed it with him

Sora: …Sora is making Master~ uneasy?

Subaru: Is that true? Is that why he asked me to check on you?

…Ah, I shouldn’t have said that. Keep it a secret from Natsume, okay?

Since I’ve come all this way… Why don’t you tell me more about this staff appreciation party

I have to tell Natsume no matter what the situation is, so I’m curious about what kinda plan you’re coming up with☆

(A few minutes later)

Sora: …Like this~? Did Sora explain it well enough?

Niki: I think you did. Is there anything you didn’t understand, Akehoshi-kun?

Subaru: Nope. You properly conveyed what the staff appreciation party is going to be like

I thought it would be okay because Natsume says that NEW DI is always on fire, but I think that’s a good thing too

The staff appreciation party is going to be the usual fun isn’t it?

Sora: …’Usual’?

Subaru: Yeah. Because Little yellow is the host, I thought the staff appreciation party would be a little strange

I’m glad it’s come together nicely. Is it the result of you asking around?

Niki: Well, although it can’t be extravagant due to the budget, isn’t it okay as long as it makes people happy

It’s not like Harukawa-kun isn’t satisfied with the current plan, right?

Sora: Yeah. This is a plan to make Senpai and the staff happy. Sora properly understands that~?

Subaru: H~mm. You’re really thinking about everyone huh. I think it’s certainly going to make them happy…

But, are you really having fun Little yellow?

Sora: …Does Sora look like Sora isn’t having fun?

Subaru: It’s just that, I don’t know you that well so I don’t know what your true feelings are

It just looks like you’re holding back somehow. Am I wrong?

Sora: ………

Subaru: Sorry. If somethings up, Natsume’s really gonna be upset. But, maybe I stuck my nose in too much as an outsider

As I thought, we’ve been talking for ages, so I’d better get back. On the day, I’ll take Natsume along to hang out☆

Niki: He said what he wanted to and left

Sora: (Sora just wanted to do something for Senpai and the others that are always working hard)

(Cooking-onii~san and the others are helping, and the preparations for the staff appreciation party are going smoothly. Sora thought that if the party was held, surely everyone could have fun)

(Sora is having fun too, right?)

#suntan SUMMER #ensemble stars #enstars #subaru akehoshi #kuro kiryu #sora harukawa #niki shiina #english translation

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scruffyssketchbook · 2 years ago

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im glad your moving more towards comedy and doing what you love for the comic! personally I've always been a big "plot" fan- I just love that for a story that is seemingly so silly and funny and childish on the outside, it has layers and character development and tragedy, yet can still remain happy and upbeat and goofy and, well, stupid. I'm not sure if you've ever watched Centaurworld, but SSEC gives me similar vibes of a story about a tragedy that lives in a super comedic/"magical" world that balances the tragedy and comedy together instead of completing becoming one or the other.

personally, ive never thought of SSEC as depressing? never once, even on the most darkest pages, have I thought of it as depressing. "edgy," perhaps, but I liked that, because it was a silly kind of edgy. an edgy that is serious- these characters' emotions and stories are real to them and they have their bad days, their absolutely awful days, but they can still do silly things.

i mean, Harmony, Miku, Bow, and similar are all my favorite characters. i loved Miku for being (or at least acting/pretending to be) insane in a yandere, "kill-for-my-true-love" kind of way, but also knowing she was Sora and that she had this wonderfully tragic story and that she wasn't a two-dimensional joke character but someone capable of love and wanting love and who could genuinely be nice and sweet and timid. I loved Harmony for being absolutely miserable, for being a character who feels so realistic because she wallows in her own misery and takes her anger out on everyone else when she really only has her self to blame in the end. I loved Bow for being a bully and a Mean Popular Girl who picked on Eve, and that she has her "reasons" for doing so but also she really has no excuse for bullying and excluding... and the backstory that she had once been so kind and caring to Eve! I ate it up! I also loved Eevui but i dont have a reason for loving him lmao

ive been loving the more "story driven" chapters recently, but i wont be sad to see a return to comedy focus. the fluffy outside was what drew me in anyway!

id also just like to say that i think the reason you couldnt find any real criticism is because your audience tends to skew younger? like, 10yo-kid vibes. kids who just really love pokemon and eevees especially and are just here for fun but are also kids and complain a lot and whine when things dont go there way. and if not younger, then, well, perverted, because the pokemon fandom is strangely perverted. which isnt to saw the entire SSEC fandom is either young or perverted (or both), just that it seems like a majority fall into one of two categories (on the Tumblr side of the fandom anyway, not sure what the Discord fandoms like!)

anyway i just love your work and im glad you can get back to enjoying it <3333

Author Chan: Ha ha ha, thank you so much!!!!! I am genuinely glad you enjoy the characters!!!

My goal is to keep the chapters story driven while plugging in the comedy more and making the drama less of a focus (it’ll still be there) also fixing a lot of plot things. (Like. A lot)

And, with the criticism thing. Ssec’s audience skews younger (I’d say middle school aged) but I was asking the more older fans. And like. They were CAPABLE of doing it cause after I started listening to ES fan stuff, the older, passionate ssec fans all of a sudden came together to criticize SSEC out of nowhere for hours on end. Best stuff I have gotten imo. It’s just that people were saying sorry to me for doing it after, which kinda shows why they didn’t do it beforehand. =w=;;

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wh3r3sth3l0ve · 10 months ago

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Sora x Tifa

Part 17

Part 16 below

Days passed in routine Sora and Tifa have worked out. They were waking up in the morning, eating something outside and doing some training, then Tifa was heading to the bar and Sora for the hunt. Later on he was coming to 7th Heaven to join her and sit by the bar or have a talk with someone from the gang.

The other day started as usual and during breakfast Tifa said:

- Hey, today’s Avalanche’s meeting at the bar, I’d like you to be there. I think we could use some of your powers during the next mission, whatcha think?

- Why not? - Sora answered after a short thought.

She noticed that day by day his sadness was slowly going away. Everytime he smiled she felt her heart flutter and couldn’t take her eyes off of him. Anxiety attacks also seemed to disappear, at least for now. “I’m really falling for him. Is it too early to tell him about it?” she wondered, staring ahead.

In the afternoon Sora entered the bar and was surprised by how empty the place was. He walked to Tifa and gave her a short “hello” kiss.

- Everybody should be here in an hour. - she said cheerfully. - Barrett will lead the meeting.

An hour later almost all chairs were taken by the Avalanche members. According to Tifa’s words, there were a couple of groups that in the past weren’t really cooperating but a few years ago they joined forces.

- Our next mission will be quite simple! We hav to get some files those assholes keep in their office. We only need 20 people so not all of you will hav somethin’ to do.

Everyone seemed to be relaxed about it. Barrett continued:

- The group from Sector 8, we need you all to distract Shinra when we go inside. You up?

- You can count on us. - the answer was given by some girl in the front.

- Good. Me, Biggs, Wedge, Tifa and Sora, we’re gonna look for them files. We’ll need 30 minutes if everything’s gonna be good.

- Sora? Who’s Sora? - the question rolled around the room.

Sora was actually sitting in the corner and no one noticed him there. Tifa stood up and invited him to the front. He came over quickly to show himself to everybody.

- Sora is our new member, you can trust him. - Tifa introduced him.

Some heads nodded.

- Questions? No? Then we go in two days. Be prepared. - Barrett ended the meeting.

Everybody stayed to have some drinks and talk.

- Can I help you? - Sora asked Tifa when she started mixing drinks.

- No, I got this. - she smiled.

- Oh, come on. I want you to join me with a drink.

- Alright, alright. You’ll be serving, okay?

Sora set off eagerly for work. As he was approaching one of the tables, one of the guys sitting there turned towards Tifa and shouted:

- Hey, Tifa, can your pup tie my shoelaces as well? - all of them at the table laughed loudly.

- Ha ha ha ha ha, you are so funny!

Sora reacted faster than Tifa, who was clearly scared and ready to jump above the bar top to intervene.

He pretended to wipe a tear of laughter from his eye theatrically, grabbed an empty chair and sat just next to this guy. The whole place went silent, watching what happened.

- Yeah, I see you’re the alpha male, huh? A tough guy trying to impress a beautiful lady! - he left no space to respond. - Well, then I'll give you a hint. Tifa is a strong, independent woman and she could beat you up in three moves that you wouldn't even be able to see. She, and others alike, is not impressed by cocking out and trying to humiliate people, especially her boyfriend. - he said the last three words a little louder. - Instead, a woman of that kind would love a man to treat her with respect and honor. Offering help when she's toiling at work is a good idea, am I right, sweetheart? - he asked Tifa loudly, still looking straight in this guy’s eyes.

- Oh, sure you are, darling. - she responded with a grin, barely holding herself from laughter.

- See? So now, stop showing off those muscles, ‘cause there won't be any reason to use them. Be a good boy and behave while enjoying your drink. - he smiled sarcastically.

There was no response from the man. He lowered his head, clearly angry but nothing more. People started talking again while Sora was returning behind the bar.

- Bonehead. - he commented to her, looking gloomily at the guy.

- I’m so proud of you. - she smiled at him.

- Why?

- Every other guy would have ended up fighting this one. And you called me your girlfriend. - she blushed.

- Oh, right, I’ve never asked. Would you like to be my girlfriend?

- I’ll think about it. - she smiled playfully and kissed him on his cheek.

Sora felt his face becoming red so he took care of dirty glasses.

The rest of the evening was uneventful. The cocky guy even nodded his head with respect to Sora when leaving.

#fanfic #story #ff7 tifa #kh sora #cardiophilia

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kingdomcarrots · 2 years ago

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So whatcha think of that khdr ending 👀

Okay, beware everybody SPOILERS TIME.

Ngl I expected the worst sooo the ending was fine to me! I expected everyone to die except our chessboys but maybe not that ruthlessly. Thanks gods there was this long waiting so my heart was in peace. I don’t think I’d have been that calm if they had released the chapter one by one like before fjgkfkf

Baldr was no a surprise too. How a clingy baby boy like him could have coped so easily the lost of his sister? Nice move Darkness!

I’m happy that Nomura says that he want to tell more about the upperclassmen in another media ‘cause…

THEY ALL PERFECT. WE SEE SO FEW OF THEM BUT I LOVE THEM VERY MUCH AAAA

ESPECIALLY YOU HELGI.

Do you sense that strong himbo energy? AH! DELICIOUS.

Very fond of Claude Vidar too. The Pre-Xehanort! Heart too soft to go this far for summoning Kingdom Hearts, you tried babe! So, that’s why he shares some features with Xehanort? Dark skin, almost gold eyes…? Eh. [shrug]

I’m glad we know who was the mysterious dude on DI, raising a child by their own one a tiny island (btw, didn’t DI has MAIN ISLANDS? I know “to protect from Darkness“ blabla but srly? It’s a PLAYGROUND FOR KIDS. So then -gasp- the caban and so on were their doing and not Sora and co… omg it gonna be meta again. We built OUR PLAYGROUND) buuuut I’m also a bit disappointed haha I liked the “WE WERE XEHANORT ALL ALONG“ thing 8D

Thinking that I was joking about that very page in the Ultimania book back then “aww what a nice family portrait!” L O L Thanks Nomura for the hint. Now, BRING US MORE ABOUT ERAQUS TOO. He’s like what he says: There’s more to light than meets the eye. I knooooow iiiiiit.

Pretty sad about Xehanort hearing “you’re the Child of the Destiny“ “you’re the Chosen One“ to realize that no, you’re not, it’s Sora the Chosen One. And thus, bequeath the X-blade to him at the end of KH3. You’ve followed the dark road sweety, thinking it would be the only way. Maybe you could have been that Child following the other way… Like Anakin and Luke. The father failed but the son succeeded. The son was the real hope. …father and son… [shakes her head to get the idea out of her brain]

AND WHAT ABOUT THE HAIR?

Well, headcanon the Dark road made him bald still lives for me but with the help of a razor LOL What a dramaking.

That sadness in Eraqus’ eyes [fist clinched] The sadness of a man knowing what he must do. No one can stop me thinking that he’s somehow worst than Xehanort cause he trained and sacrificed his apprentices to stop his ex-husband. The true Champion of Light. Who can make sacrifice for the commun good. Speaking of Light…

POINT FOR VANITAS. It struck me back then after my second or third run of KH3 which coincided with the end of KHUX. When you defeat Vanitas he does this gloomy talk about I’m Darkness blabla yeah yeah I get it poor little emo meow meow. But he IS LITERALLY DARKNESS. Then, Xehanort truly saved Ventus by draging out them of Ventus’ heart to defeat him without hurting Ven (well he tried at least thus giving him to Eraqus to heal him) cause… he’s one of the friends he used to dream about.

Could Sora be able to do that with the Lost Masters too? To save them and annihilate the Darkness at the same time? We all know he will do that.

OMG I ALMOST FORGOT THE RAT.

Well. I knew it. Damn you Luxu LOL

Ok, one last question remains… If we break the Internet, will the 4 trapped Darkness release? _(:3 」∠)_

[gently hold those tiny old men on my heart]

#answer #KHDR #KHDR spoilers #don’t mind my english plz #I wrote that in the morning and I shouldn’t have lol

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aeoki · 26 days ago

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Candy House - Electric Utopia: Chapter 1

Characters: Hajime, Sora & Natsume Season: Spring

TL Note:

I’m unsure what pronouns Kirarai Dearu go by, so I’ve opted to go with a gender neutral route. Please do let me know if there is more information regarding them in-game and I’ll fix this accordingly!

< A memory. The first year ES was established. The middle of April – Yumenosaki Academy hallway. >

Sora: Haha~♪

Sora knew it! So “S1-NON” was Jime-chan?

Hajime: S–Shh~! Not so loud, Harukawa-kun!

It’s embarrassing so I’d like to keep it a secret, okay?

Here, I’ll give you one of my homemade pickled plums ♪

Sora: Sometimes, you’re kinda like an old granny from the countryside, Jime-chan~...

Hajime: Am I~? My little sister gets angry and says the same thing. I envy you, Harukawa-kun. You’re a very modern child.

Should I also dye my hair in trendy colours or dress up a bit more?

Sora: HiHi~♪ Jime-chan’s trying really hard to change the subject~

Hajime: Shh, enough about “S1-NON”! We’ve already moved on from that topic!

Natsume: Good Evening. Sorry to interrupt your little chAT.

HeHE. You two looked like you were having a lovely conversatiON. Did I disturb you tWO?

Hajime: Sakasaki-senpai! No, no. In fact, you came at just the right time…!

Sora: Master~! It’s rare for you to come to the second-year classrooms~

What’s wrong? Ah, did you accidentally go to your old classroom instead?

Natsume: I’m not some decrepit old mAN. Don’t lump me with Senpai, who’s turned into an old geezer after becoming a member of socieTY.

Well, I don’t really attend my classes so I only vaguely remember where my classroom iS.

Sora: Master~ You should make sure to attend classes, otherwise you might have to repeat a year, you know?

Natsume: I’ll be sure to do a good job in that regaRD. Education is mandatory until the end of junior high school in Japan, anywAY. It’s up to me whether or not I want to attend classES.

Anyway, Sora, you just received a message from Senpai, didn’t yOU? I don’t know what he wants, but he told us to meet up at our office in the ES buildiNG.

You have a tendency to get lost when it comes to new areas, so I was thinking we could hold hands and go togethER. Or am I being a bit of a busyboDY?

Sora: HuHu~♪ That would be great~

Sora’s good at reading maps because of video games, but Sora gets confused because the map information for unknown areas don’t match up with reality~

Hajime: ? Um, what do you mean by that?

Natsume: I don’t know if you’re aware, but Sora perceives the world in a special wAY.

Hajime: Oh, he has something called synesthesia, right?

Natsume: YeAH. Unlike us, Sora perceives all sensations, such as smells and tactile senses, “visualLY”.

The way air feels on the skin, scents and smells, sounds that make your ears trembLE…

Sora perceives all the information that has been turned into a chaotic “colour” with his eyes and forms an understanding of iT.

Because of this, Sora might “see” the area differently even though it looks the same to uS.

Comparing this ever-changing reality with information that always remains the same can cause a lot of confusiON.

Because of that, something as strange as getting lost despite being able to read the map can happEN.

I don’t have synesthesia so I don’t know what it’s like exactly, but that’s my impression of iT.

Sora exists in the same world as we do, but he must be living in a strange world that we can’t even understaND.

We perceive this world through our five senses and our braIN. That’s also precisely why each and every of the worlds we perceive are differeNT.

It means that the difference Sora sees in his own world is far greatER.

I’ve heard many stories that talk about how people that are left-handed find it difficult to live in this world, since it was created for right-handed peopLE.

But if that’s the case, then that means Sora was born with one hundred or two hundred hanDS.

Which hand would you use to cut paper with scissoRS? Is the “hand” everyone referring to the same “hand” that you think of in the first plaCE?

It’s a strange world of hIS – one where you cannot find the answer to such a trifling questiON…

I’m sure the world Sora lives in is full of difficulties and questions that someone like me will never be able to imagiNE.

Sora: Yes! That’s why Master~ is so helpful. He teaches Sora a lot of different things~♪

Natsume: It’s the role of a master to help his disciple live an easier liFE.

Hajime: Come to think of it, Harukawa-kun refers to you as his master, doesn’t he? Is it a nickname of sorts?

Natsume: HeHE. Well, I have a tearful tale to tell regarding thAT.

I’ll tell you the story, but in exchange, you must tell me what a certain word meaNS. I just overheard someone mentioning something called “S1-NON” ♪

Hajime: Y–You heard our conversation? Geez~ it’s all because you were so loud, Harukawa-kun!

Sora: HeHe~♪ Sorry! Sora finds it difficult to adjust detailed things like that!

Natsume: HeHE. Let me gueSS – Is this “S1-NON” the pretty girl virtual idol that rose to fame on the internet recentLY?

Hajime: Y–You know about it!? T–Then, there’s nothing I need to tell you!

Natsume: So you were “S1-NON”, Hajime-kUN.

Now that I think about it, it sounds like the nickname Baru-kun calls yOU – “ShinonON”.

Hajime: U–Uuu… P–Please keep it a secret! I beg of you – I’ll do anything!

I was set up by Dearu-sama to be “Pretty Girl Senpai”!

Right after ES was established, I went to see Dearu-sama since I was indebted to them[⁎].

Then all of a sudden, they made me wear this, um, motion capture suit thing?

I was confused but I sang, danced and spoke as I was told and then…

My speech and movements were converted, placed over a female avatar and uploaded to the internet before I realised it…

Natsume: It caused a huge stir on the internET ♪ People were saying things like, “Is she the Legendary Virtual Idol (STC) – the successor to Kirarai Dearu!?”

“Who on earth is this mysterious ‘S1-NON’ girl!?”

Sora: “Virtual Idol (STC)”?

Natsume: She hasn’t been officially announcED. It’s an established theory on the internet, but Kirarai Dearu hasn’t changed their appearance at all, so that theory seems to hold uP?

Hajime: I–I don’t know much about virtual idols, but I hope it doesn’t get out of hand~

I think it’s just one of Idea-sama’s whimsys – it must be one of their pranks.

Natsume: HeHe. I think virtual idols will grow to be something huge in this new eRA. In fact, I think we should be actively taking part in those activitiES.

I’m being relatively serioUS. People talking about real idols on the internet is soon to be old neWS.

Hajime: But “S1-NON” isn’t me! Please forget about it!

Uuu. It looks like “S1-NON” is pretty popular, but to be honest, I can’t keep up with it.

Actually, it feels like I’m being tied down by internet-related things as opposed to reality lately.

Maybe it’s because I’m old-fashioned, but how should I put this…? It makes me somewhat anxious.

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h-worksrambles · 2 years ago

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Really cool to see the Kingdom Hearts pilot animatic get unearthed after all these years. And I’ve got to say…it’s actually really intriguing as an alternative take on Kingdom Hearts. Naturally, as someone who likes the first game the most, I’m gonna be a little biased towards an adaptation of that game. But there’s actually a lot of neat details that captured what I’ve kind of missed in the later entries. It’s really neat that they had all the same voice actors as the games, and their deliveries were all on point. Arguably better than they sound in the games.

If there is a fault, it’s probably how rushed it feels. This thing’s only 10 minutes long and yet in that time it tries to cover:

The basic premise of the series,

The loss of the Destiny Islands,

The Agrabah world,

AND the start of Riku’s descent into darkness.

That’s a HUGE amount to cover in only 10 minutes and it does feel really rushed. But there are certain things like this got right that I kind of wish were in the games. Most notably, the characters. It’s interesting to look back on Sora’s more mellow, reserved characterisation in the first game, before his goofiness and cheerfulness was really turned up to eleven in the sequels. And I liked how they walked the line between Riku being smug, flawed and brash like he was in the first game but making it clear how much he cared about his friends. Like, god that hug is absolutely precious. Why can’t these two hug like that more in canon? If there’s a change I’m not wild on, it’s Sora seemingly starting with the Keyblade and dealing with the responsibility of being a ‘hero’. Since the fact that Sora ISN’T a chosen one who the Keyblade originally picked out is kind of the point (no shut up, Dark Road). But again, that might come down to stuff being cut to fit a ten minute pilot. Maybe a full series would have delved into that, I dunno.

In general, the friendship between Sora, Riku and Kairi is really well done, considering they’re together for like a minute. Like, yeah, of course me being the Sorikai trash I am, I’m gonna notice that but still. God bless this animatic for managing to give Kairi a lot of sass and charm even in such a short time. Like yeah, girl, you kick that Heartless! Like, even without the context of the first game I’d buy how much Sora cares about both of these two. And there’s other little characterisation flourishes that I like. Maleficent being wonderfully hammy and evil and girlbossing her way all over Jafar. Goofy in general is kind of a delight a here? He’s funny and simple, sure but he’s also got his more heartfelt side that you see in stuff like A Goofy Movie, that I always wish KH would have leaned into more. Even the way he fights looks like something out of a Disney slapstick routine which is kind of perfect for Donald and Goofy.

It feels like, had this cartoon seen the light of day, this version would have leaned more into the Disney aspect of Kingdom Hearts. And whether that’s better or worse depends on your perspective. But watching it did remind me of a lot of the things that made Kingdom Hearts 1 so special to me. The sense of adventure. The initial charm of the Disney crossover. The interactions behind this smaller cast of characters. The simplicity with a ton of heart behind it. And given that now we’re at a point where, for better or worse, KH is more over the top and anime esque than ever, the Disney aspect has been all but forgotten and the evermore complicated plot feels like it’s placed on a higher priority by the writers than the characters, this did capture the feel of the series early days.

It’s not really enough to judge whether this show would have been good, but this did still manage to make me wish this had seen the light of day. Give it a watch if you’re a Kingdom Hearts fan, especially if you’re a fan of the first one in particular.

#kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts pilot

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vivi-mire · 3 years ago

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Sora’s room and his hobbies- an observation

So I was checking out his room from kh1, which we only really see from a fixed-camera cutscene. (You can explore the whole model using this site) And I noticed a few really cute details that I think really gives some insight on what Sora was like before the events of the game.

So, one of the most notable features of Sora’s room is the very janky and wooden make of it.

Planks are crisscrossed, the window is uneven, the roof is at weird angles, etc. His door even has some... weird holes that look like someone tried to make look nice again?

We don’t have any idea how the rest of his house looks, although we can kinda guess what the outside looks like from the kh2 shots of destiny islands-

From positioning I’d guess it’s one of these. But the point stands that Sora’s room is very obviously something built by his family or maybe with the help of neighbors. A lot of this toys and furniture are wooden and have a very homemade feel as well, like his bedframe.

(it has ears lol)

So that brings us to Sora himself- from items in his room, it’s strongly suggested that he was also involved in woodworking and other handicrafts, and he was most likely taught by the person who helped build his room- his mother, father, or some other adult on the island. His toys are one example.

Cute, crudely made, and something straight from the imagination of a child! Not to mention the various materials like rolled fabric and loose planks of wood on his shelves. He even has a desk. above which is the only light in his room, and several tools on a pegs. And some homemade masks.

it’s a bit cut off in this pic, but he also has a toolbox on the floor of his room, as well as numerous books. This leads me to the conclusion that one of Sora’s hobbies was woodworking, something he obviously enjoyed and did often, if the scattered supplies in his room say anything about it. That could also partially explain why Destiny Trio were so confident in their raft- Sora had some experience with working with wood and they were confident in his abilities. Obviously there would be no way that raft would actually hold up on the open ocean, but to kids, Sora would be the foremost expert on the task. ...It makes me a bit sad to think that he probably hasn’t had any time for it since leaving the islands :(

#riya speaks #long post #kingdom hearts #sora #sora kh #know this would of been at least 70% longer if it weren't for the image limit #i love sora sm #hes my little guy #and i always want to know more about destiny islands #sora's room is so full of character i love it

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yslkook · 4 years ago

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summary: you find yourself at the tattoo parlor more often as of late. also, jungkook hates lemon jelly filled donuts and is easily bribed by mint chocolate and macarons. pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc warnings: cursing, excessive use of pet names, kinda toxic friendship

Sora’s unbridled passion for why she believes Jungkook is wrong for you has never irritated you as much as it does in this moment. You’ll never understand why she’s so adamant about the topic, when it’s not her decision. When she knows that you’ve been harboring a small crush on the man for years now, and you’re fairly certain he returns your affections.

When the man told you that he had put an orange heart next to your name, you knew it was real.

You don’t understand why Sora is determined to make things so complicated, when they don’t have to be. You don’t believe her claims that he’s a fuckboy, that he treats people like trash. He’s shown you the opposite. He’s so gentle with everyone, not just you. He’s blunt but he has a big heart under all of the leather and layers of black.

If there’s a word to describe him, it’s dreamy.

Which is why you’re so hurt that Sora refuses to give him a chance. After all, if she was your best friend, shouldn’t she offer him a chance for your sake?

It confuses you.

“I’ve heard so many bad things about him,” Sora says knowingly, swirling her glass of wine in her hands. You don’t feel very much like drinking, not when your stomach swirls in unease. Being in her apartment is nothing new, but right now, you’d rather be anywhere else.

“But what things? And from who? Jungkook is such a genuine guy and he hasn’t done anything for people to start rumors about him,” You protest, but your words fall on deaf ears, “And I like him-”

“I mean come on, have you seen him? The man radiates bad vibes. My friends have all said-”

“Bad vibes? You’re dismissing him because of bad vibes when I’m telling you that-”

“I’m your best friend, don’t you think I know these things?” Sora says, heat and arrogance in her voice, “I’m only looking out for you. It’s shitty that you’re dismissing me for a guy-”

“I’m not dismissing you-” But your voice grows smaller and smaller, something that you think Jungkook might be disappointed in you for.

“It sure as hell sounds like you are,” Sora sneers with a cold sort of tilt to her lips, “Listen. I’m just looking out for you, even if you don’t seem to appreciate it. I thought we were best friends. Friends look out for each other, but if you don’t want to listen to me, that’s on you.”

Something dry settles in your throat and something heavy settles in your chest.

“He’s not good news,” Sora continues, as if she can’t see your heart beginning to ache, “I’ll find someone who will treat you much better, don’t worry.” She pats your knee in a way that is supposed to be reassuring but you wince.

You don’t want her favors, but it’s too late for you to protest. Besides if you did, she’d feel awful and you never want to be the cause of her being upset. She’s your best friend after all. And what kind of friend would you be, if you upset her to that degree?

But still... you don’t want anyone else. You want the sensitive man who gets misty-eyed by powerful renditions of Beyonce songs, the man who texts you until you fall asleep, the man who asks you what color to paint his nails when he feels like it.

You kind of want the sensitive man dressed in layers of black.

You let Sora talk your ear off about all of the guys she has in mind for you, but you stop listening. You don’t understand this vendetta she has against Jungkook, the vendetta that she’s always had. But she is correct about one thing- she is your best friend and has your best interests at heart...right?

The four walls of the tattoo parlor that you’ve begun frequenting more and more often begins to feel more and more like a welcome place in recent days. You’ve always been friendly with the guys, especially Yoongi and Hoseok.

Even if Yoongi doesn’t work at the parlor, he’s here frequently enough.

Though Yoongi and Hoseok are some of your oldest friends, you’ve only come to the parlor a handful of times in the past. Once that realization hit you, you’d made it a point to stop by more often.

Why hadn’t you before?

They’re your oldest friends, but these days, you feel closer to Mina and Mei as well. While you do have other girlfriends who you see as often as your collective schedules align, it’s still different.

But still. You don’t know if you’ve ever truly belonged with anyone. You feel as if you’ve been floating through life, with Sora by your side (at least half the time, when she’s not spewing criticism over the man you have feelings for).

Thinking about it gives you a headache and makes you feel nostalgic for something that you never had. But maybe it’s something you can have.

“Hey, you,” Mei calls from reception, where she’s sitting next to Hobi who waves at you, “What brings you here? Finally gonna let me pierce you?”

“I brought donuts,” You shrug, “And I’m not ready for that surgical instrument to touch me, thanks very much.”

“You can stop by without the pretense of bringing sweet treats over,” Hobi says knowingly, “I mean none of us will complain about donuts, but you know that right? You can come by anytime you want.”

“O-okay,” You nod, your throat feeling a little dry.

“Now, come here and let me see what you got. If there’s a lemon jelly filled donut, save that for Jungkook. He hates them.”

“You got plans this evening?” Mei asks, grabbing her bright red purse that’s nearly the size of your head. Her purse matches her bright red nails and for half a second, you’re mesmerized by the glossiness of her nails.

“No, other than getting ready for tomorrow’s day of work-”

“Great! Wanna come with me to the tattoo supply store? I have to pick up more needles, grips and gloves.”

“Sure,” You shrug, a little excited at the prospect of a quick adventure for Mei, “I’ll just say bye to Hobi.”

He’s already watching you with mirth in his eyes, as if he knows what you’re about to say. “Hey, will you tell Jungkook I said hi?” You murmur, feeling your ears burning at his smug grin.

“Sure, I will,” Hobi grins, “I’m sure he feels bad about not being able to say hi to you himself. He’s had a busy day.”

“Understandable,” You nod, “I mean, you guys say he’s the best in the city, right? I’m sure he’s got a waitlist of people who want to be tatted by him.”

“Maybe someday he’ll tattoo you, huh?” He says mischievously to which you roll your eyes and feel your face heat up.

“He would be so lucky,” You scoff, as if the notion of Jungkook tattooing your body doesn’t make something flutter in your belly.

“We have this competition at the parlor where the person who makes the most tips has to buy the supplies on a monthly basis,” Mei says smugly, “Usually, it’s Kook but for the last few months it’s been me.”

That doesn’t surprise you in the least- Hobi has told you that Mei and Mina are both skilled in realistic and watercolor tattoos, as well as piercings. You think if you were ever to receive a tattoo from either Mei or Mina, you would tip them for the mere fact of them being so close in your presence for so long.

They used to intimidate you, when Hobi had first introduced you to them. Mina with her sleek bob haircut, and Mei with her long, glossy waves. Both of them had nose piercings and their ears were dotted in different hoops and rods. You’d only caught a glimpse of their tattoos a handful of times- Mei has a full sleeve on her right arm where Mina’s tattoos seem to be more hidden.

They’re just so cool and funny and smart.

“How did you all get the idea for the tattoo parlor? Like, was it a business decision or were you all friends before?” You ask curiously.

“Well… Jin, Mina and I have been friends since we were kids, our parents are really close. Jin had this dream of opening his own tattoo and piercing parlor for the longest time. Jungkook and Hobi joined a few months after we officially opened. It took a while, but we’re where we are now,” Mei says fondly.

“That’s incredible! You guys started from the ground up,” You say, in awe, “That parlor is your baby.”

“Fuck, yeah it is,” Mei grins, “What about you? What cool tech stuff is going on in that pretty brain of yours?”

“Um…” Your face heats up at the compliment, “I’m currently helping in developing this app for one of our clients, it’s specific for tracking and trending information related to chronic health conditions. It’s still in its infancy, but it’s been fun! And it’s job security, I guess.”

Mei lets out a low whistle, “Wow, you’re doing something like that by yourself?”

“No, I have a pretty great team,” You shrug, “Something like that definitely can’t be done alone.”

Mei hums, “You’re gonna be great, Ms. CEO.”

“Yeah right, I’d never want that burden,” You scoff, “I’m good right where I am.”

With both of your arms full of bags of supplies for the tattoo parlor (and some extras), you both walk out of the shop and towards Mei’s sleek, black car. It’s late, and you don’t really feel much like taking public transportation. But you’re nervous to ask Mei for a ride home for some reason.

“Hey, did you drive to the parlor?” Mei asks.

“N-no, I don’t have a car yet,” You reply, “I only just bought my condo and didn’t want to make another big purchase just yet. I want to start looking though…”

“Oh! I’ll drive you home then,” Mei offers once she starts the engine.

“Are you sure? It’s kind of out of the way from here,” You reply, folding in on yourself a little in the passenger seat.

Mei only waves you off. “Oh, please. What kind of friend would I be if I just left you to get home alone?”

You bite your tongue, as vivid memories of Sora claiming that she didn’t have enough gas in the tank or her asking for gas money for the ten minute drive from her apartment building to your condo flash in your mind.

“Thank you, Mei,” You say gratefully, “Let me know how much to Venmo you, for gas money-”

“Gas money? For a seven minute drive? Is that a joke,” Mei gasps, “What do you take me for?”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry I asked!”

“Asking me for gas money,” Mei mutters, “You said you want to start looking for a car?”

Her smile twists into something mischievous.

“Yeah, I have no idea where to start though…”

“Ask your boy, Jungkook. Taehyung, Namjoon and Jimin work at a car dealership and they’re his roommates, I’m sure he’d be eager to help you.” Something in her voice is coy but you maintain a neutral face.

“Yeah… maybe I will,” You say thoughtfully, “Hey! He’s not my boy-”

“Alright, alright,” Mei relents gently, “But really, reach out to him. He’ll help you. So that those boys don’t scam you like the sleazy car salesmen that they are.”

When you see Jungkook next at the tattoo parlor which is conveniently on your way home from work (again with a box of pastries), you muster the courage to step into his office to ask him for help.

“Hi,” You say weakly, “Umm… I come bearing gifts. Got some of those mint chocolate brownie bars that you like, and those macarons-”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to bribe me, baby,” Jungkook says, smirking widely when your lips part in protest.

“If I was trying to bribe you, it wouldn’t be with mint chocolate. Disgusting,” You roll your eyes and squeal out loud when he lunges for you, giving you a teasing but tight back hug.

“Take it back,” Jungkook murmurs lowly in your ear. You hardly hear him, too wrapped up in the warmth of the big black hoodie he’s wearing. The soft, gentle scent of laundry and vanilla floats into your nose when you turn your head to press your cheek against his chest.

His heartbeat is faint against your ear. You wonder if he can hear yours speeding up.

“Mint chocolate sucks. It’s a fact,” You mumble.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” His voice comes as a low grumble from his chest and you swallow nervously. Before your nerves can get the best of you, he changes the topic. “Mei told me you’re in the market for a new car?”

“I don’t really know where to start, but I’ve already started doing some research,” You reply, pointing to your small backpack. You pull out a binder with meticulously colored tabs labeled in neat print that Jungkook raises an eyebrow at.

“What?”

“You just carry around a binder with your research on car purchases at all times? Is that what you do?”

“I have to be prepared!”

“Sometimes you just need a vibe check-”

“You want me to purchase an entire vehicle worth about a million and one paychecks based on just a vibe check? Is that what you did with your motorcycle?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook gives you a crooked smile, “And a little research. I guess.”

“You guess,” You mutter under your breath.

Jungkook has been more touchy with you once you had given him the go ahead all those weeks ago. He doesn’t show his affections with you unless you’re both alone, and it’s never anything more than hugs and the occasional brush of hands.

He’s melting you from the outside in, and you bask in his radiant heat. The thought of Sora’s approval doesn’t bother you, not when he hugs you like this.

But as always. Her disapproving voice worms its way into your head and you reluctantly peel away from him to sit on the faded burgundy couch with the box of macarons on your lap.

“So,” Jungkook says, immediately feeling the loss of your warmth in his limbs, “How can I help?”

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