#And ajima look

[theuniverseawakens347]

CHEMISTRY TEACHER … yeah girl THE WHOLE CLASS SHOULD HAVE FAILED YOU WAS DOING MAGIC ON THEM GRADES CAUSE BABRELY ANYONE RETAINED ANYTHING OFF THEM AP TESTS .. WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT.. AT MICHELL LEDESMA AND KENNEDY LAUGHING CAUSE I WAS THE ONLY ONE TO CALL HER OUT AND SAY WHAT THE WHOLE CLASS WAS THINKING

“Miss you lead the class”..

So again YOU ALL WORK FOR OR ARE HIRED OR OWNED BY LEE HOWARD NUGARLINGTON… SO ITS LIKE YOU KNEW SOMETHING VERY IMPORTANT ABOUT ME .. KIROLA MISTER ANDERSON .. wanted to fuck but got in trouble … cheese it you telecommunicated to bring you snacks I did .. I read your mind for desk sex.. HAPPENED MENTALLY.. at scared when we matched on tinder but WANTED TOO SAME W SEEING ME WORK AT PANTAGES WICKET MERCH SHOP … AND THE ART TEACH MARTIN…YOU WOULDNT KILL A SPIDER FOR ME CRAWLING IN MY FACE BC YOU WERE MAD I FELL ALSEEP IN CLASS… you weren’t teaching anything NEW TO ME.. AT USE MY ART IN YR BOOK AND SABOTAGE MY NAME 🖕🏽😌 OUT OF JEALOUSY BEING BETTER AT A YOUNG AGE… PLACED ME NEXT TO AP ART SOPHIA LOVED HER WORK DANGLED AP ART IN MY FACE BUT NEVER PUT ME THERE PAID OFF EXTRA FOR YOUR MOUNTAIN HOUSE BY LEE NUGENT …Douglas… ALWAYS PUSHED BC THEY KNEW I WAS SPECIALLY GIFTED INSPIRED DOUGLAS TO RETIRE BY MOUNTAINS AND PAINT SAME W KNUDSEN LET THAT INNER CHILD FLOW AND DO YOUR OWN THING … RECIVING THE ELDERLY THRU THE YOUTH .. Sophia Dixon was ALWAYS INSPIRED BY ME AND LOVED SITTING NEXT TO ME .. we weirdly SHARED COMPETITION FRIENDLY SAME W LOGAN BAYS BUT TOOK THE SAME BAIT TASHA DID AND THEYVE HAD RELATIONS IN COLLEGE PARENTS FOUND OUT AND KOCKED BAYS TO THE CURB SHE APPRECIATES ME CAUSE I WOULD TELL HER THE WAY HER PARENTS TREATED WAS SHIT .. YOU FAIL THIS YOURE FORCED TO PLACE THIS SPORT .. same w EJ JACKSON ERIN.. DAD HATED ME BUT LOVED ME BC I PUSHED THEIR KIDS TO BE BETTER..

AGAIN ITS LIKE YOU ALL KNEW SOMETHING WAS SOECIAL ABOUT ME …

COACH BRI TRYING TO GET ME TO CONDITION W BASKETBALL AND ME TALLY ABUSING ME TO STAY ON TRACC WHILE THREATENING TO GIVE MY SOOT AWAY AS CAPTAIN AND TEAM MATE I SAID IF I QUIT THE WHOLE TEAM QUITS AND WELL.. how’d did sr yr go for us AFTER MAKING JUNIOR YR CIF OR WAS THAT SIPHOMORE YR W PRESTON.. z

CALLED YOU OUT ALL THE TIKE ABOUT LYIBG ABOUT YOUR COLLEGE SPORT ACOLADES AND THEN THAT DAY WE PASSED BY THE STAIRS W COACH FEDI A JEALOUS NIGERIAN OLYMPIAN OF ME .. YALL WAS AFRAID TO LOOK ME IN THE EYES…

THE STARE OF DEATH WHEN YOU PISS ME OFF / I KNOW YOURE A SHIT LERSOB..

MADDIE SR .. WANTED TO FIGHT ME MY FRESHMAN YR BC I CALLED HER OUT FOR CUTTING THE LINE AT LINCH AND THEN BECOME “friends” OVER FB CONVO OF “girl this how you wana spend sernior yr” … Sam JOSEPHS MOM.. ALWAYS BEEN INSPIRING YOU FOLLOWING MY GRAMS.. MISS YA 💋 FAMILY!!

AJIMA FAMILY MAD CAUSE I CALLED YO BRAIDS PLASTIC THEY WERE AND YOU ALSO ALWAYS TALKED SHIT ABOUT ME WITHOUT KNOWING ME..

IT WAS ALWAYS JEALOUS BITCHES LIKE LAURYN REESE WHO KNEW OF ME BEFORE THEY MET ME PERSONALLY AND I HAD TO VERBALLY OR OHYSICALLY EVELYN PUT IN THEIR PLACE … MISS RUCKER ASKIJG ME TO TAKE HER IN AS A FRIEND BC SHES CHALLENGED IN MAKING FRIEDNS AND I DID PUT MY EGO ASIDE AND LEE PAID HER TO FUCKING DRUG ME JUNIOR YR HE GET BACK FOR CALLING HER GORILLA WHICH SHE WAS IN MIDDLE SCHOOL MY GET BACK FROM WEST HOLLYWOOD CAMP AND 7th grade WANTING TO “pretend” LIKE YOU DIDNT KNOW ME IN MATH CLASS ..

miss rosalez THEY REASON I FAILED GEOMETRY TOLD YOU I WASNT READY TO LEAVE ALGEBRA AND YOU FORCED ME 🤷🏽‍♀️😌🖕🏽

[hangonimevolving]

The Super

Im so happy and relieve that both we, and Ajima and Thatha, are settled into our new-to-us homes. Of course, being settled in hasn’t meant that all house-related work is over. Maintaining a home can sometimes feel like a job in itself - not only all the cleaning and chores, but also the handyman visits, trips to home improvement stores to buy stuff, and replacing/repairing things as needed. This weekend, I’ve felt like the Super of our two houses, fixing issues and overseeing work.

A month ago, I accompanied Ajima and Thatha to Home Depot to shop for new kitchen appliances. The old microwave in their house worked fine, except that the handle had fallen off, and Ajima had cleverly rigged it back up again…with a rope of medical tape from their first aid cabinet.

Yep…. Not the classiest look. She was also interested in replacing their gargantuan side-by-side refrigerator and freezer with a more modern and functional French-door style fridge and undercounted freezer drawer - better for the layout of their kitchen, and her mobility issues. I figured at that point, we also just get them a new range/oven and dishwasher, so everything would match and we could take advantage of “buy 3 get one free” sales.

We ordered everything at the end of April, but the delivery and install date happened to be today, and Ajima and Thatha had a planned trip to DC to visit my sister Rithers and her kids H2O and NiNi…so I told them never to fear, their Super would personally attend to the appliance situation at their home. And so I did. It took a few hours of me sitting around, with a little bit of floor sweeping, fridge shelf cleaning, and replacement of refrigerated items once the time came - but in the end, I think their newly refreshed kitchen is looking rather spiffy and more functional now!

Back at my own home front - an unwelcome issue awaited me as I pulled into the driveway right after helping Ajima and Thatha’s home improvement. I got out of the car to discover this unwelcome sight, with an accompanying (PIERCING) sound:

This is the control box to our sewage liftgate pump. What is a sewage liftgate pump? Yeah, a short 2-ish years ago, I had no idea either. I had to do a lot of reading and educating myself when we bought this house. Basically, it’s a system where the house has its sewage line that ordinarily connects to a city sewer line, but here, the home’s sewer line goes down to a holding tank at a deeper level than where the city sewer line runs….then, the liftgate pump lifts the wastewater up within that holding tank to an elevation where it can appropriately connect to the city sewer line. Its like, if a regular house with a city sewer line and a house with a septic tank had a baby, it would be a sewer liftgate system. It’s like an elevator for poop-water. Gross. And weird. But true. Here, a picture (don’t worry, it’s just a drawing schematic, not an actual picture).

Note: this is not my original artwork; I’ve shamelessly stolen it from the website of some sewer liftgate servicer in an entirely different part of the country than where I live. I’ve left their business name and info on the image as a way of citing them…and thanking them for doing a job that I would never want to do in a zillion years.

Anyway. So - I call the utility company, and they say most likely, our pump is failing, and they put me on the list as first appointment for replacement in the morning. In the meantime, they caution, please be mindful of your water usage, take short showers, and maybe don’t do laundry today. And call if our toilets simply stop flushing at any point.

Ummm. That’s absolutely not reassuring, I tell them - but they insist that there is usually a lot of reserve in the tank so showering/toilet usage and ordinary water usage for washing hands, etc should be okay. I am nervous, but I also do appreciate that they’re giving me first appointment. So I thank them and hang up.

And then…..I decide that as payment for my Super services rendered….we are gonna go right back to Ajima and Thatha’s house tonight for our showers.

[mmm-amba]

fun day of break!

today i hung out with ta in the northside. we got boba from this business that is definitely not a registered business that definitely doesn't pay taxes. and then we got the most delicious and heartwarming korean food. it was nice being in an immigrant run business. it reminds me of home, the simplicity of it, the people coming in and out for takeout orders. the kindness of the old korean man. the chattering of the ajima regulars.

we talked about a lot of things and it reminds me to be sane. i think humans nowadays in modern society, or at least me, spend so much time alone. but in our alone times we are stimulated with dopamine from our phones, with a rush from this or that. my mind is racing thinking about my family, overanalyzing and questioning my relationships.

i asked ta if she ever feels like suddenly things are going to end, a sense of doom and terror or something. and i told her about stuff with my family and i appreciated having a listener. but we also laughed about so many things. it was a great adventure and a very very long commute.

one serendipitous thing was that we got on the same bus! after getting off the train, we took a bus to the boba shop. then, we took a bus from the boba shop to the restaurant. and it was the same bus because the bus driver recognized us and was like, whaa? but it was very sweet.

life has been very sweet and... can i be honest? it's such a challenge to savor it. it's hard for me to look at all these nice things around me and feel at peace with it. something is whispering to me -- what if it all ends? a mean spirit won't stop nagging me.

i just have so much to be thankful for. i am so much more in touch with my negative emotions than previously. everyone in the department is really nice to me beyond what (i think that) i deserve. i feel so indebted to everyone. my parents both really adore me and are pretty nice to me. and my parents are both physically healthy which is like #1. i have fun, interesting, and artsy hobbies that people like to hear about. i do fun things alone, i do fun things in the company of people. there's someone with whom i can be honest, someone who tries really hard to hear me out. someone who can listen to things that other people haven't been able to listen to in the past. i have a beautiful room that i feel comfortable in. i feel comfortable with food which is a relatively new thing. all these great things and i guess i don't particularly feel like i deserve any of it? i guess that is the great precariousness i feel at the moment.

but hanging around ta was nice. it was so fun being two girls exploring the suburbs all dressed up being beautiful and fun. she's really nice and grounding to be around!

[maji-love-incorrect-star]

Cecil: so you get my point?

Camus: Ajima, understand that I will not let you go on the roof, jump off and see if you'd land on your feet since you've been a cat for a while.

Cecil: but-

Camus: Because it will make me look bad...*whispered* and I sorta care about you

Cecil: What was that?

[melon-boyy]

👀 oc you ship with melon? :3c /tell me more/

First of all I love you?? My OCs are my biggest special interest and I consider them my most favorite hobby, but I almost never get anyone who's interested in hearing about them so I cherish these rare moments so so much 💞💞💞

Get ready for a serotonin-boosted infodump because I am autistic and I Do Not Shut Up 💖

Her name is Ajima and she's an ugly bitch who I love very much. She has a toyhouse with a more detailed bio! I use toyhouse mainly for storage and not to share publicly so it's not THAT prettied up but it's actually one of my better ones bc I love her a lot

Ajima is a mutt, as in dog hybrid of a chinese crested, pitbull and schnauzer. My headcanon is that dog hybrids aren't quite as unaccepted by society as hybrids between fully different species, as they're still dogs at least. However crossing anything with a chinese crested was a bad idea regardless.

She's a mostly-hairless dog with the muscular built of a pitbull, the moustache of a schnauzer and patches of coarse fur that really only make it worse rather than save it. (We're going by animal human standards, not human ones. You know the "hair" is definitely not pretty to them)

Ajima is a lil bastard who works at a small club near the black market as a sex worker and dominatrix, specializing in pain play (hehe). She may not be much to look at, but she has low predatory instincts due to being a full dog, which enables her to indulge in more dangerous kinks with herbivores without endangering them. To her, it's a form of venting, as she's been mistreated all her life, so she enjoys to, in a way, enact revenge through this, but without it being too illegal. She loves to be in control, but she doesn't want to actually hurt or even kill anyone (beyond consent, that is).

Her mother was a pureblood fashion model who hated her daughter for being a stain on the bloodline (even though she's the one who thought it was a good idea to fuck a pitbull) so Aji grew up being on countless medications and unapproved trials to promote fur growth, and was often shaved down to at least look even, as well as forced to cover up with clothing. She moved out from home as a teen and has since cut all contact with her mother, and does the exact opposite: loves revealing clothes, out of pure spite. She hates her body, and knows she's ugly, but goddammit she's gonna make it everyone else's problem.

While she lives near the black market and regularily eats meat, she's never killed anyone and doesn't plan to - she doesn't have the instincts so there's really no point, meat is much easier bought. She couldn't care less about other people's crimes though. She prefers to not make a scene, but if anyone else wants to go on a killing spree, that's their business. She really doesn't give a shit.

As far as the roleplay I'm in with her goes, we're currently about 38000 words in and still on day one, so it's definitely going very well!! Basically, Ajima and Melon first meet at the tattoo parlor when he's getting another leaf added to the collection. Aji just hears the screams and goes over to see what the fuck is going on, and they see each other and promptly begin to verbally tear each other down. Except they both kind of see it as fairly enjoyable banter, because they can both dish out equally well and don't actually get their feelings hurt that quickly. They both chose equal amounts of violence that day and in a really weird way it's compatible.

Fast forward a couple days and they run into each other by pure chance while out and about, and against better judgement somehow wind up hanging out for a bit. It's fun for half an hour or so. Then people start dying because Melon is still Melon. Ajima almost gets murdered when he's had enough of socializing, but instead of running like a normal person she follows Melon to his job and becomes a therapy dog for a day. An elephant also dies. Somehow they consider this bonding. He also certainly does not hate her job.

Basically, it's realistic levels of fucked up because writing him out of character would just be boring. But they're gonna end up together at some point. Probably. No one is getting magically healed through the power of love though. We die like men.

[camuslittlesister]

From the OA Archives: Kiss, Marry, Avoid

And since we’re all adults here and there’s no sex restrictions in place, it’s sex, marriage, and murder, baby!

Ok, maybe not the murder. Except (spoiler alert) Ieyasu 😈

It’s so old it’s mostly mobage. I will come back with a console version 😏

Today I bring to you a favourite teenage game, Kiss Marry Avoid, for the 2nd of the 3 newbies challenges for the coveted custom title that I have still not chosen xD [Author’s note: it was Reiji’s Girl in the end. Of course it was]

And to make the challenge a real challenge for me, we’re looking at the characters I don’t like across my favourite games. I would like to stress that I love how otome caters for so many different people with diverse tastes in 2D boys and if you absolutely love someone who made this list please don’t take it personally <3 I still want us to be friends!

Thank you to those who contributed to the characters’ selections. May have some minor spoilers around personality and lifestyles that won’t affect your enjoyment of their routes if you haven’t played them yet, but as usual read the explanations at your discretion.

[B]Utapri

Kiss: Syo Kurusu

Marry: Ren Jinguji

Avoid: Cecil Ajima

Posh boy who likes to travel and take photos sounds like someone who should be on my favourites list (and he’s ginger, so there’s that too…) but this is a showdown of personalities I don’t like. He still feels like the one I would probably not hate to be married to. Syo is short but has some charisma and is seriously cute. Cecil is also seriously cute with the olive skin and bright green eyes but I prefer him as a cat so bye.

[B]Samurai Love Ballad Party.

Kiss: Nobunaga Oda

Marry: Mitsunari Ishida

Avoid: Ieyasu Tokugawa

One of them may be rude and a “tsundere whip of saltiness” (sic.) but a) his insults are the best and b) I’m not MC in any way so I may be safe from most of his bad tendencies and we can just happily ignore each other while reading in the same room for the rest of our lives. Nobunaga is gorgeous so despite his oresama ways not being my thing he won over Ieyasu for that much prized kiss.

[B]Love 365 – The CEOs

Kiss: Eisuke Ichinomiya

Marry: Taki Kozaki

Avoid: Ichiya Misono

Eisuke is attractive and as much as he’s probably my least liked character in the whole of Love365 it’s not like I wouldn’t go for it if I can then walk away. Taki lives in a huge flat in a building with a pool and keeps a pet crocodile, which is his biggest selling point. I can’t find a redeeming quality for Ichiya, sorry.

[B]Love 365 – The Haughty Star Princes

Kiss: Zyglavis

Marry: Leon

Avoid: Scorpio

By this point you probably picked up on the theme that I don’t find arrogant characters all that appealing, as well as not doing well with cold and cruel. In truth, Leon is a lot like me, so I guess I am somewhat softer on him than I am the other two. The kiss was a little harder to pick because they’re both works of art, but one has long hair so he won in the end.

[B]Love 365 – The Sadists (more or less)

Kiss: Hyogo Kaga

Marry: Iori Enjo

Avoid: Kei Soejima

Ok, I was supposed to make it about least liked characters so it would be harder to pick and more fun for you to read, but we have a handsome devil-may-care detective, a guy who ticks my aesthetic boxes and has a horse, and a half-British blonde diplomat who is not exactly vanilla, the list wrote itself 🙈🙉🙊

I hope you’ve enjoyed this little game today, thank you for reading

[pengumi12]

Tips on Censoring Names

Making this post because my post about the importance of censoring from March 2020 seems to be getting a lot of likes recently

When it comes to censoring names, you don't need to censor to the point that no one knows who you are talking about. Censoring is important but it can be overdone. Just wanted to share some tips that I thought of. No need to agree with me. I am open to suggestions.

Most of the time, a name does not have to be censored as long as you don't go and use the full name: No need to censor Ryuunosuke or Atsushi when there are other characters and irl folks that I know who also use those names. But always double check that the name isn't majorly associated with an author before using it. Like, it's maybe(?) best to censor Osamu's last name or not use it because I literally cannot think of anyone other than the author/characters based off the author that uses that last name. Also typing out the full name of an author/character may make it unique which is why it's better to just not refer to characters by their full name especially if you are going to tweet that you're horny for them or something along those lines.

Don't excessively censor letters to the point that no one knows what you are trying to say: "N*kajima" or "Nak/ajima". Not "N/a/k/a/j/i/m/a" or ever worse, "N*k*j*m*"

You can always create your own code/use emojis to reffer to characers: I don't use emojis but I think this is an example ppl use (🐯 - Atsushi). Code wise I don't do it for BSD characters but I have a bit of "code" for characters in BunAl ("toast" = Leo, "kazoo" = Kazuo, "Swan (boi)" = Masamune)

You can make nicknames/shorten names: Like how we refer to Yumeno as "Q" or "Qsaku". Other examples would be "Aku" for Aktgw, "Atsu" for Atsushi, and "OdaSaku" for Oda.

There is also another option: this is taking out the vowels (usually) rather than censoring them so it doesn't take out space and is more compact for you to understand or just using initials (examples: "Dzi", "Aktgw", "Odsk", "LC", "EAP", "Nkjm", "Hrt", "Tnzk", "Myzw", "Ozk", etc). This is what I usually do (you can see when you look at my art (the most recent one being my fanart of hro).

Rule of thumb for characters is not typing out their full name. There isn't a real reason to unless it's informational.

Most of the stuff said here is basically what I said on twitter but more refined (hopefully). But there are more/better examples for #1 and the rule of thumb on my twitter post.

[itsuki-minamy]

“K SIDE: PURPLE 06”

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

K - Side: Purple (Chapter List)

The next day.

Yukari calmly appeared on the vacant lot and asked Hase to practice.

"Please, teacher."

Hase could only scratch his head and growl, "Um.", at Yukari who said again.

He wasn't mad at Yukari. Rather, he just wondered if he was in a bad mood for Yukari. He didn't know why he adopted such a tough attitude, but Hase knows that he is a boring person. Somehow, he thinks he has touched something that should not be touched.

Hase crossed his arms.

Holding a wooden sword, Yukari stood there. The expression is a bit strained, probably because even this boy really cares about yesterday. On the other hand, Hase seemed to like the attitude of not apologizing or making an excuse. He's begging for him to teach him, but he doesn't want to give up yesterday's anger.

On the contrary, even if he pushes that anger away, this boy wants to learn the sword by himself.

Hase exhaled heavily and faced Yukari with a wooden sword in hand.

"Yukari. I'll take back what I said earlier."

Yukari blinks. Hase smiles as he holds his sword before his eyes.

"I said I was in the middle of my own training, but I wanted to see the limits of your talent. As a teacher of the Miwa Meishin style, I will teach you properly from now on."

"……"

It was the first time he saw this boy's expression overflowing with joy.

Hase felt ticklish and at the same time remembered regret for having gone away for the first time in a long time. Hase yells cheerfully, shaking thoughts from him and clutching the handle of the sword.

"Alright! Attack from anywhere!"

"Yes."

Yukari's response was calm, as if he was trying to curb the overflowing joy. However, the flames of fire in his eyes are no different than yesterday. Curiosity and passion. It seems that defeat and regret are not in Yukari's heart at all.

The flexible body jumps without hesitation and hits hard. Hase's eyes narrowed dazzlingly and met him squarely.

Truth be told, yesterday's fix was Hase's fault.

The difference in ability between Hase and Yukari is clear. He is a first-class sword master, and a beginner who has just grasped the sword. It would have been easy for Hase to get rid of Yukari without having to leave him so badly.

However, he did not do that because Hase's instinct as a swordsman seemed higher than he expected upon seeing a sword for the first time in a long time.

To put it in other words, Yukari's talent was incredible. He wanted to work as a swordsman, not as a teacher. Thus, he played a trick like taking him down with a single attack and stun him.

However, Hase is different now.

As a master he was seriously adjusting to face the swordsman Mishakuji Yukari.

As a result, what happened was that Yukari was "cut" dozens of times.

He smashed his head, penetrated between his eyebrows, cut his neck, hit his chest, slaughtered his belly, and both hands and feet were shattered.

Of course, that was not the case. Hase's wooden sword didn't even touch Yukari. Everything came to a halt in a single attack, leaving Yukari to naturally admit defeat.

Yukari squeezed his omnipotence and tried to resist. He wants to do at least one attack. Otherwise, he will want to stop using the sword. Surprisingly mature Yukari, only with a youthful spirit, boldly attacked and did everything to the max.

"Okay, that's it!"

Hase bows with the wooden sword at his waist. Sweat is slightly wetting him, and he can't even see how tired he is.

On the other hand, Mishakuji had his wooden sword against the ground for support, and he was standing there with a sigh at best.

"Uh..."

Sorry to overdo it. Yesterday, it was likely that he had hit him badly, so this time he was more careful than necessary. It may have damaged the child's self-esteem.

Hase pulled the water bottle from his chest and handed it to Yukari. Yukari leans on the wooden sword and looks him in the eye.

"Take it."

"……"

Returning something head-on, Yukari received it. In that rhythm, power is released from his waist and sticks to the spot. Sweat beading his brows, Mishakuji straightened his knees and sat down again, resting his mouth on the water bottle.

Hase does the same, after seeing Purple take a breath.

"You are bold."

With that said, Mishakuji looked mysteriously at Hase.

"But you're too bold. I'm impressed that you just drop your defenses and avoids and jump just to hit me."

"But if I don't, I couldn't manage to even attack my master."

Hase responds to Yukari's unsatisfied voice as if to remind him.

"It would not be possible to just attack. Since you are faced with a sword, the main way is to control the opponent and find the winning line. You can also sit down and look for your opponent's weaknesses, right?"

"Against an opponent you can't beat, do you mean to stay until you win?"

"Instead of a special attack prepared to smash, I still have more eyes on that."

Yukari still seems dissatisfied. Ask yourself.

"Isn't that beautiful?"

"……"

Yukari did not reply and refused. Hase crossed his arms with a "Fu."

"I really don't understand what you mean by 'beauty'. Is it more important than the outcome of a win or a loss?"

Yukari looked up and looked at Hase. No matter the technique, after practicing for a month or so, he has come to understand a bit what this kid is thinking. That is to say,

"What? Don't you get it right?"

Yukari had a bad expression on his face.

Hase was about to explode. Still, this boy's desire for "beautiful things" may not be false. He just can't put it into words.

Hase also understood that feeling. Originally he is not the one who speaks well. He takes into account what he feels, and he has spent half of his life that way.

After a while, Yukari said in a low voice.

"The sword movement you showed me that night was beautiful."

That night was when the bully who was attacking Yukari, was hit by a "quick hit". Yukari connects the words.

"I don't know how to put it. He's straight, slim, and doesn't hesitate. I might find him 'beautiful'."

Ah, Hase seemed to be good at it.

"Sure. Sword art can have the 'beauty' you say if you go all the way. I don't know if I've reached that level."

"No."

Looking at Hase, Mishakuji says in a strong tone.

"That is not the case. The technique was certainly beautiful. So…"

Having said that, Mishakuji stopped.

Hase bows his head. So…? Hase, who admits to himself and others, could not guess the words that followed.

Mishakuji looked at Hase with a kind look, but soon sighed as if he had given up. He stands up, puts the sword on his waist and thanks.

"Thanks for practicing with me today."

"Oh, also, nice to practice with you too."

Hase also hastily got up and bowed. Seeing that, Mishakuji laughed. Unable to understand the meaning of the smile, Hase scratched his head with his hand.

"Well for now, are you going home for today?"

"Before that, let's take a shower. Sayuri makes a lot of noise when I come back dirty. Would you like to eat at 'Hanawarabe' today?"

"Um, that's correct. Let's do that."

When Hase starts walking, Yukari follows him. Hase and Mishakuji went home together, with a bitter smile in their heart, saying that it was very different from yesterday.

++++++++++

Noriya Haraki was sitting in a corner of the detention center and looking at his hands.

Around the room, criminals with similar circumstances crouched in the same way. It's not a herd or a fight, and he casts a vague glance beyond the walls, ceilings, and railings. Realizing that he was definitely one of them, he clicked his tongue.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. He is not a person to be put in such a place.

It does not mean that he is not guilty. If that's the case, he has been counting it over and over again. Since he was less than 20 years old, he has been stealing and swindling. If society were to be divided back and forth, then he would definitely be a "later" resident.

Still, he feels the current treatment of him is unfair.

There are supposed to be younger people here. Young pawns, they know nothing and can be treated as convenient for the group. As a young leader, that's what these guys do here, that's the industry.

However, the "youth" are gone.

Did they turn to charcoal or ash and spread to the ground or scattered across the sky? Life and existence have disappeared without a trace.

"Tsk!"

Remembering that moment, his body trembles.

If he had returned to Takeido-cho's office at that time, he too would have disappeared from the world.

What is still burned on the back of the eyelids is bright red and black.

Kagutsu's flame that burns the night sky.

Men in black screaming frantically in that context.

Until now, he thought that he belonged to a violent organization. He thought that he was a powerful person. Most people had to resist that power. Everyone knew that they would panic and succumb to the violence that crept through the web of law.

It was sweet.

Those who belonged to the same organization as him, with high ranks and more terrifying, begged for forgiveness while crying, burned alive and stuck. He witnessed the apparition.

"Purgatory", a group of talented people with the "Red King" at the top.

Just remembering the name, he doesn't stop shaking. He knew there was an extraordinary ability to live in the underworld, but the calamity caused by "Purgatory" was a different order of magnitude. That is not a type of violence, it is "destruction".

"Purgatory" is a group of monsters that spread "destruction" on themselves.

The extraordinary idea of ​​avenging the death of his companions did not exist in his head. Everything is a potentially deadly species. Once he got a lot of money, he was going to run away somewhere.

That was…

"Damn!"

He got angry and damn his lack of luck. For those who were fed up with "Niibangai", if they were to squeeze a bit, the money to escape would have accumulated. To make money at the moment, he should have been able to wholesale some of Ajima-gumi's "assets", which are difficult to collect, and illegal "assets." That way, he could have gotten enough money to live.

It's about that kid and the giant guy. That's when he hit the ground with his fist as he cursed.

"Noriya Haraki."

Being called by his name, he suddenly raised his face. An officer was behind the iron grate.

"Get out."

"What?"

Involuntarily, he raised his eyes and said that. He has been detained now because some crimes have been revealed, but he should not have been released so soon.

To answer that question, the officer was in a clerical tone,

"A benefactor has appeared. You are released."

He wondered who he was.

Benefactor? For him now?

Confusion swirled in his head. Ajima-gumi's group should have been wiped out, but maybe there were some who survived like him. Such hope arose suddenly and he got up. He bowed and walked out the open prison door.

Accompanied by the officer, he walked down the corridor inside the police station. Meanwhile, he heard a cheerful voice from the back of the corner.

"Here, and here, and then, uh, here? No, sorry. I've never written such a document. Hahahaha."

Hearing the voice, he reflexively stopped.

"...? What's wrong? Go on."

Even if requested by the officer in charge, he remains at the scene.

Somehow, a dark premonition clung to the hope he had in his heart. He will not proceed as he is. It is much better to turn around and go back into that prison.

"Hey, come on. Go ahead!"

Still, the officer gives him a shove. He began to walk indeterminately. Like a prisoner, he climbs thirteen steps. The moment he turned the corner, he knew his intuition was correct.

The man who was writing the documents at the reception suddenly looked up and saw him.

Thread-thin eyes on the back of sunglasses. A smile that seems to stick to his mouth, and in a black suit like a undertaker.

"Ah, Noriya Haraki-san. Nice to meet you. I'm Soma Hitoshi from 'Purgatory'. If you have any questions, could you come with me?"

Saying it in a fuzzy voice, Soma set fire with the missing little finger of his left hand and lit the cigarette in his mouth.

[horsecrash]

since student council kept trying to shut y’all down is it safe to assume they’re just homophobes and you don’t have to listen to the shit they say

nah dude. you look at ajima kyu and tell me she’s straight

[ficsandpieces]

Could I request Camus x reader for ♛: Sharing a dessert, please?

I would like to apologize in advance to all Camus stans for what follows.

Camus staggered back, one hand shielding his face from the blinding beauty of what you held in your hands.

“You–” he gasped, one hand clutching his chest as if he was in great pain. “My eyes must be deceiving me. This cannot be possible!”

The smirk on your face was almost as wide as the depth of Camus’ anguish. You held up the box in your hands triumphantly.

“I don’t know what you’re making such a fuss about, it’s just a cake.”

“You halfwit!” The look in Camus’ eyes was equal parts lust, fury and disbelief. “Can you really be so ignorant? Do you truly not know the treasure that you hold in your hands?”

“Of course I do,” you answered smartly, whisking the box away from his grasping hands. “This is what you’ve been obsessed with for the past few weeks, isn’t it? That’s the whole reason I bought it to begin with.”

The switch in Camus’ mood was almost as dramatic as his outburst earlier. Now radiating peace, love and mercy, he held out his arms beatifically.

“I see. You should have said so from the very beginning, little fool.” The dazzling sparkles from his smile wasn’t strong enough to disguise the greed in his eyes as he stepped towards you, his gaze fixed hungrily on the box cradled in your arms. “Come, I shall gracefully accept your humble gift with gratitude. Your due diligence in procuring what I was not able to shall not go unrewarded. I shall permit you a single taste of the exquisite treasure within for your services.”

“Sorry to burst your bubble, but it’s the other way round actually.”

His steps froze.

“What did you just say?”

“You heard me the first time,” You could actually see the light dim in Camus’ eyes as the words dropped from your lips like a death sentence. “This isn’t for you.”

The sound of Camus dropping sharply to his knees echoed as you turned and placed the box in your hands on the table. Lifting the cover, you took your time to admire the cake inside. It really was a beautiful piece of confectionery, almost like a work of art. It was a little hard to believe that what you were looking at was actually edible.

After taking a picture of it with your phone, you were in the middle of scrolling through your contact list when you heard Camus stagger back to his feet behind you.

“You must be lying,” he rasped, one hand against the wall for support. “There cannot possibly be anyone else you know who has the eye to appreciate such beauty and goodness besides me,” He straightened up, his composure gradually returning. “There is still time for you to repent. I shall forgive your transgressions this once if–”

You held a finger up to your lips as the call connected.

“Hello? Cecil?” There was an audible boom from behind you as the wall next to Camus begun to crumble, inflicted by the violent blizzard which had suddenly raged up around him. “Yes, it’s me. Yes, I managed to get it, thank you so much for your help with this. Are you free to come over now? You are? Oh, he’s here too but I already promised to share it with you–”

Your fingers stung with cold as your phone was abruptly snatched from your hand. “Ajima,” Camus growled, his hair drifting in the air with the force of his fury. “SIT. STAY.”

Breathing heavily, Camus tossed your phone back to you. You woefully beheld the ice-encased phone in your hands and stared resentfully at him.

“You owe me a new phone.”

“You shall receive however many phones you want in exchange for The Queen.”

You looked down at the cake with the grandiose name in front of you and then back at Camus.

“I hardly think that’s enough, do you? Never mind, I remember Cecil’s number, I can always call him again–”

“Wait!” A single drop of blood wept from the side of Camus’ lip as he bit back a roar. “Name your price, heathen. I shall endeavor to fulfill whatever dark desires you may have, even at the cost my very soul.”

You rolled your eyes at the extent he was willing to go to for a single dessert.

“Anything?” you asked in confirmation. “You’re sure?”

“A knight never goes back on his word. I swear, on the name of–”

“Right right, I get it.” Ignoring how miffed Camus looked at not getting to invoke the title of his sovereign, you waved off the rest of his sentence and sat back in your chair.

“First, no more name-calling. I’m used to it by now but it would be nice to see you and not be insulted every once in a while.”

“As you wish,” he sniffed in disdain. “If that is all…”

“Not just me. I mean towards everyone.”

Camus paused. “Everyone?” he repeated incredulously. “Surely there must be some concessions, there are imbeciles out there who cannot be called anything else–”

You gazed steadily at him, your fork poised over the top of the cake, ready to stab down and disfigure its surface. He sucked in a breath.

“I shall try,” he gritted out between clenched teeth. “What else?”

“I want you to call me by my name.”

He blinked at you. “Is that not what I have been–”

“I mean my first name,” you cut him off. “It’s about time, isn’t it?”

“…I suppose,” he admitted grudgingly, much to your surprise. “There seem to be no end to your demands. I suppose it would be too much to hope that that is the last of them?”

“You wished,” you smiled. “Next, take me with you the next time you go back to Permafrost.” You’d never been there before and the thought of seeing where Camus grew up intrigued you. He paused in thought, and sighed.

“Fine. That can be arranged.” He stared down at you, his patience clearly at its limits. “Surely that is the last of your demands?”

It was all or nothing now. You took a deep breath, your words coming out in a rush.

“There’s this Florence Nightingale mini-skirt Halloween costume that I’m sure you’ll look great in–”

“ABSOLUTELY NOT! THE AUDACITY!”

It was a testament to how sturdy the table was when it didn’t break under the force of Camus’s fist.

“I-I cannot,” He was breathing heavily, his voice that of a man who was on his knees in the greatest agony. “Even if it is for The Queen…The Queen–!”

You were beginning to get the feeling that the man before you might actually physically shatter into pieces right in front of your eyes if you pushed him any more than this.

“Three out of four isn’t so bad, I suppose,” He slowly lifted his head and gazed at you, the light of hope gradually returning to his eyes. “Just one bite then.”

“Not even a slice?”

The fascination of seeing Camus actually pleading with you made you let your guard down. “I could concede to a large spoonful if it makes you feel better.”

The only thing indicating that Camus had left the room was the gush of wind that followed in his wake. You blinked and he was back again, a porcelain plate in hand. You made sure to keep a firm grip on the tray that the cake was placed on in case he decided to break his word and hijack the whole thing anyway.

“Remember, one spoonful.”

His confidence restored, Camus simply looked you straight in the eye, his arrogance rapidly returning in full force.

“Of course.”

Reaching into his coat, he pulled out what looked like a garden spade except that it was slightly smaller, made of platinum and engraved with elaborate carvings. Elegantly spinning it around his fingers, he swiftly sliced down at the speed of light, neatly separating the cake into two with one slice being more than three quarters of the whole thing.

Sliding the head of the spade under the larger piece, Camus was about to ladle it on to his own plate when you finally recovered from the shock of almost having your fingers sliced off.

“There is no way that is a spoonful!” You objected, jabbing a finger at the implement in his hand. Seeing him arch a brow at you, you resisted the urge to throw the rest of the cake at his smirking face.

“This is, to all purposes, simply a very large spoon. If it has a handle and a rounded head suited for scooping and serving then it fulfills the standard definition of a spoon, regardless of its size.” He lifted the spade, the edges of the abnormally large slice he had cut and chosen filling the surface of the blade right to the edges. “Observe, a single spoonful.”

You watched in disbelief as he transferred what could no longer be called a single slice of cake to his own plate, sliding it off the blade with a flourish. The look that he gave you as he carefully wiped down what he insisted to be a spoon made it clear that it was his victory.

By this point you were wondering what the difference between manslaughter and murder was, and if you suffocated Camus with enough cake which of the two would give you the lighter sentence.

You had reached the stage of planning how to dispose of his corpse when a cup of tea clinked against the side of your plate. Looking up from the pathetic remains of what you had thought was a sure victory, you saw a full tea service on the table. Camus was standing behind you, having plated the remaining slice of cake and setting it before you while you were lost in thoughts of crime. Placing cutlery on either side of your plate, he went on to unfold and spread a napkin in your lap, then returned to his seat and folded his arms.

Your first name rang from his lips like the summons of an avenging angel.

“I shall allow you the first taste of her glorious majesty. Hurry up.”

All thoughts of murder temporarily blown away by the fact that he was actually doing what he had promised you earlier, you slowly reached for your fork. The minute the cake touched your tongue you understood why Camus had been willing to sell his soul for a single bite.

When you recovered, you blinked and found yourself subjected to the extremely disturbing sight of Camus sparkling like a vault of diamonds, a spring wind blowing his locks into an attractive mess as he indulged in what had to be the most indecent look that you had ever seen on him. He looked, for all the world, as if he was in the midst of the greatest ecstasy ever known to man.

“Well done,” Daintily dabbing away the tears of bliss which had gathered at his eyes, he bestowed a smile worthy of a saint upon you. “This would be considered a great accomplishment for someone of your standing, peasant.”

“You promised–!”

“I was not addressing you,” he replied smoothly, his fork going in for another bite of the cake which he had impressively managed to demolish a third of. “I was simply describing your social status.”

Right, murder it was then.  

[manabingu]

You look WONDERFUL as Cecil Ajima

AHHHH THANKYUUU! I love portraying Cecil! He needs all the love in the world and I hope that I can bring happiness to Cecil stans BUT also get people who don’t normally have him as a best boy to see more of his good qualities! I hope I can achieve that!

[hangonimevolving]

My first real Cricut post

I've been looking forward to writing here about my brand new gizmo. I have fallen in LURVE. A few weeks ago, I wrote about the acquisition of my new Cricut Maker. What is a Cricut? A Cricut is basically a fancy die-cutting machine. What the heck is die-cutting? It's basically cutting out various shapes of different artsy craftsy materials, and assembling them into some sort of artsy craftsy thing.* (I have just completely made up that definition from my own brain, and have no idea if it is actually legit. This is my simple and unresearched understanding of it. And by the way, I am certainly not sponsored or compensated by the company that makes this machine (LOLOL I wish), nor do I mean to imply here that a Cricut is the only machine of this type out there (it's not, there are other brands too). But this is the one I got, so I'mma talk about it.

First of all, LOOK at it. It's beaaaauuutiful.

(too bad I look haggard in the mirror’s reflection.  But who cares.  The important thing is the MACHINE, man...)

So here is just a smattering of what I’ve done so far with this fabulous contraption!

I think I may have shared an early project already - this little collar bandana that I made for Pixel

I also made these cool 3D elephant puzzles for the kids, using a free template available on the Cricut app:

But then came time for me to test out my own design wings.  I had a really steep learning curve, as I learned to design greeting cards and other projects using various colors, finishes, and weights of cardstock.

As my initial forays coincided with the Islamic festival of Eid, I designed a few cards for some (cat-loving) friends who observe the holiday, including one of my two college BFF’s, Y-Clef, who has a real feline-centric sense of humor:

The cards above are constructed of various precision cuts of cardstock, glued or layered with other cardstock.  But in my next batch of cards, I experimented with cutting out vinyl embellishments, and adhering them to cardstock.

I then designed a card for my other college BFF, G-Funk, who happens to be the main reason I even bought the Cricut in the first place.  She was the one who turned me on to a big sale online, and she purchased a Cricut at the same time - we’ve both been nerding out together as we’re learning new things, so I figured I had to pay homage to this journey in my card to her!

Then came time to begin designing a ton of cards for Father’s Day!  Here is the card I’ve designed for Dr. Spouse, the official Apple/Mac Maniac.  SHHH, its a big secret - he hasn’t seen it yet.  It took me over 10 hours!!!!

I made this project for my dad for Father’s Day - alas, I committed some sort of boo-boo with this one, as I’d intended to leave a 1/2″ strip along the sides, so that I could make them like two-sided pages of a little booklet.  But somehow, I didn’t cue the machine up properly to do that, and it trimmed each piece at exactly 5x7.  So I had to adjust my plan - ended up punching a small hole in the top left corner, and binding them together with a piece of glittery card twine that I bought once at Target.  I think it ended up coming out good despite my slight modification.  These are, again, vinyl on cardstock, with the exception of the laddu card, which I made using the “cut/print” feature of Cricut and using both my household laser printer as well as the Cricut machine to cut the image.

I started getting somewhat decent at the vinyl thing at this point, so I fired off a couple of vinyl decals - one for my closet mirror, and a few for the kids’ closet doors....

The NASA one was for Dey’s closet door.

I got REEEAAAALLY ambitious really fast with vinyl.  Probably too ambitious, and too fast.  One of Vev’s old die-cast airplanes was divested of its original livery many moons ago - it used to be an American Airlines plane, but at some point when he was about 4, he decided to peel all the stickers off and color it completely with magenta markers to resemble a “Wizz Air” jet.  If you’re unfamiliar, Wizz Air is a ultra-discount airline based out of the U.K., and no, we have never flown it before, or even seen a Wizz Air jet in person.  He only knows of it through YouTube, and I think only fixated upon it because a) it is an airplane, and b) their colors are pink and purple, his longtime favorites.  But anyway - at some point recently, he decided he really wished it were a KLM jet. So - cue me, scrubbing all the crayon off of this thing, and creating it a new KLM livery out of vinyl.  This was A VERY DIFFICULT task and I definitely think I’m nuts to have attempted this so early on in my vinyl decal-ing career.  But it was also fun!

I had some technical difficulties with those teeny tiny letters. some of them are supposed to have vinyl “contours,” or letter portions, but I couldn’t manage to pull them out properly and thus the letters got hollowed out.  E.g., the capital letter D ought to have that inside portion of the D filled in, but here it is sort of hollow.  Oh well, I did my best.  Those letters are literally like millimeters tall, so I can’t even be too upset about it, b/c its just super hard.  

In the weeks to follow, I made a series of greeting cards for teachers, an aunt recuperating from surgery, and I started to really enjoy the card-making process more once I got my hands on some new and interesting materials, like different colored cardstock, some new colors and widths of pens to load into my Cricut, and these little marvels called Glue Dots - tiny adhesive beads that you can use to glue little things onto card, and not have it warp or buckle slightly.

I feel like I still need to get a handle on the types of pens I should use for different fonts, and also the appropriate pen nib size to use for different sized fonts - sometimes the writing turns out way thicker and blurrier than I want it to.  Will continue to work on this.

Anyway!  Coming up next: I am hoping to dive deeper into the processes of using my Cricut for sewing projects, notably a quilted mural I’ve had in the works for over a year now, but that keeps getting shelved and pushed to the side when I have other projects going on.  Additionally, I want to learn to use my Cricut to make some faux leather crafts, like earrings, cuff bracelets, and maybe even a simple wallet.  I just bought a sampler pack of faux leathers from Amazon in cool, fashion-y colors like rose gold, pearlescent white, beige, etc.  I’ve also had a special request from Ajima to cut her some craft foam forms that she can use as stamps - she has been pursuing her own little crafts projects during quarantine, including making stamped design tea towels for friends and family.  So I plan to do this for her and make her a special care package.

I’m a Cricutting fiend!

[digitembdesigns-blog]

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[maji-love-incorrect-star]

Cecil: *looks at Camus* *knocks over teacup*

Camus: Ajima!

Cecil: *hiss*

[melon-boyy]

↑ version from last month

updated version ↓

I finally got around to updating Ajima's reference sheet last week! I struggle with making a proper reference without making it look like nudity, as she is a mostly hairless dog and has nothing to cover her privates.

Seeing as she is a bdsm/sex worker, it's to be expected that her appearance isn't completely child friendly, but obviously she does tend to wear clothes.

The whole idea behind her was an unattractive mutt; Aji is in no way intended to look appealing, that's just part of her character. She's a very unfortunate cross breed canine.

I did age her up a bit because, after writing her for a little, I felt like she was a bit too mature, and 26 just feels more right to me than 23. It doesn't really make any difference anyway, I just prefer it this way.

[lost-in-horrorland]

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