#and I need kg people to look at it with their eyes too

[killuaisaprincess]

MY LOVE STORY BUT GONKI

MY LOVE STORY BUT GONKI

MY LOVE STORY BUT GONKI

😤

[olivianyx]

UPDATES ON MY JOURNEY

Heyy all! I've been focusing on my senior professional medical year and it has been stressful. So here are some things I manifested effortlessly and a few things without me thinking about it. Long ass post ahead! ⚠️⚠️

1. Getting more pocket money than usual. Like my parents usually transact in my account like a $80 or $100 AUD per month. But in both feb and march this year, they transacted me $500 and $700 AUD! Plus! I occasionally find $10 or $50 cash in my classroom or on the streets sometimes (and they come lie next to my feet 😭) I'd ask everyone in my class if it's theirs, and they say no. What do y'all expect me to do? Like go and give it to the university management?? 😭 hell no, so i kept it lol.

2. MANIFESTED DIOR'S LIP OILS!! 😭😭 LIKE 5 OF THEM 😭 YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I'VE OBSESSED WITH LIP OILS 😭😭 AND I WANTED THE RASPBERRY ONE SO BAD, AND GUESS WHAT? I MANIFESTED IT ALONG WITH 4 OTHER SHADESS OMGGG 😭😭😭

3. My crush giving me hints that she's obsessed with me 😭 like she literally told me 'you're so sweet and caring, I've never met a person like this after my grandma' cus her grandma passed away recently and she was so depressed. She even had an eye infection, so she stopped coming to the uni. So i had to make sure she's alright, and met her everyday cus she needed someone real bad. Like she needed to talk to someone and get that thing bothering her outta her head. I was there all along whatever she was going through (don't come at me y'all, ik if we help someone they would say all these things but she's my crush lol so) She's also getting real close to me, like she tells me how annoying people are lol. She loves skin ship, physical touch, being clingy around me, and complimenting me 😭😭 so these are the hints 😭 like friends wouldn't do that right? Would they?? (My friends diss me right in front of everyone 😶)

4. I've always been the type to care too much for the silliest things, nowadays I don't really put my energy into it and become all anxious. My anxiety levels have completely gone down like I'm literally cool asf?? Even while being in public?? Literally yess

5. Manifested getting my hair coloured next week! and my mom permitted me! For my cousin's engagement in april, I wanna be there like the hot younger sister I am lol. I just wanna make my relatives and their kids jealous cus they made fun of me when I was younger (my younger self has been dreaming for this moment) so why not a revenge glow up?? 😭

6. Losing weight even though I eat like a pig due to my study stress. Like literally I ate a 5 course meal one day and lost 2 kgs the next day? (cus I randomly checked my weight for 2 days cus I had to submit my height and weight to the university student records)

7. Getting a natural blush on my face! Like it's such a game changer, I look like a movie star y'all 😭✋🏻

8. My teachers complimenting me for my discipline and high scores. As yk uni professors don't even give af bout students and they complimented me??

9. Getting into a new friend group! My old one was too toxic and they would always bully me (verbally) my new friend group is literally soo damn enjoyable! Like they're the cool kids of the year 😭 and now I'm one too!

10. As I mentioned in my older post that I'm moving into an apartment. We moved in and it was too difficult for me to sleep as the place was new and also there we're disturbances in the night time like stomping noises or playing loud music at night. So the neighbors there were too sweet that they introduced and comforted us that it's okay and if something's bothering us they'll take care of it. And they literally made the people who we're causing those disturbances to vacate out 😭😭✋🏻

11. My hair getting shinier! It was brittle before as I was severely anemic, now my baby hair is back and it's shining ✨

12. I overheard my parents conversing that they should make me audition for an entertainment company....like what? 😭😭✋🏻 when I asked them once years back they denied giving me a 4 hour lecture and now they wanna make me audition?? Like literally 😭 y'all watch me at the Grammy's (after 5 years lol)

13. Getting into the void on command or intention.

14. I literally get free foods everywhere I go 😭😭

15. I got free gifts from my uncle who's living in France! He works at a fashion company and he sent me perfumes and a few outfits (I can't reveal it I'm sorry)

I ONLY WAS THINKING ABOUT GETTING MY LIP OIL, GETTING CLOSE TO MY CRUSH AND FOCUSING ON MY STUDIES. THE REST, I MANIFESTED WITHOUT THINKING ABOUT IT.

SO WHAT NEXT?

I've decided to respawn to my waiting next month. I'm still scripting how my waiting room should be... So it might take time for me. So till then I'm gonna be strengthening my self concept even more, and also getting more and more excited to be in my waiting room! I want my waiting room to be like a more like a sci fi movie and a princess fairytale combined 😭 (ik I'm weird). Like I just want my favorite anime characters to be there to help me script my DR ✋🏻 So I'm kinda in a more excited mode lately to script my waiting room! Will give you updates on how my waiting room will be in a future post! So until then take care, love you, byeeee byeeee!

- olivia 🤍

[onlymingyus]

Juice (Patreon Exclusive)

pairing; kim mingyu x choi seungcheol x f reader

genre; smut (minors dni)

warnings; unprotected sex, some dom/sub dynamics, dom!seungcheol, dom!mingyu, sub!reader, brat!reader, impact play, hand on the throat, fingering, oral (f receiving), breeding kink, creampie, cum eating/cumplay, some mlm (depending on how you feel about what happens adding the warning just in case), strength kink, manhandling, reader is smaller than mingyu and seungcheol, reader works out, mingyu carries the reader, pinning down/against wall, bulge kink, big dick!mingyu and seungcheol, pet names/degrading names, teasing, aftercare, talks about polyamory 

w/c; 533 (this teaser) -- 7k and some change (full fic on Patreon)

requested; no

a/n; this one is a lot -- as you can see from the warnings -- but I had a lot of fun writing it. if you need someone to blame, you can put that blame on one choi seungcheol and his gym thirst traps. man doesn't even have to post actual pictures, just has to say im lifting 100 kg and my brain goes brrrr. also I am posting a day early this week due to my work schedule -- working overtime due to people being out, so I have no other choice. 

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“So, you do pay attention to us?”

Looking down you feel the warmth rush over your cheeks at the man’s question and his friend’s lingering gaze. Seungcheol laughs, his fingers drumming against the bench under him for a moment before he sits up and leans forward like Mingyu to look at you more closely.

“Why are you being all shy? We aren’t going to bite you, sweetheart.”

When you take a deep breath, your eyes lifting to meet his eyes at his words, Seungcheol laughs once more with a tilt of his head. He could see the look in your eye. You were turned on. He had seen the look before when you were watching them work out. They had been watching you just as much as you had watched them. You weren’t nearly as inconspicuous as you thought you were.

“Mm, not unless you want us to.”

Mingyu sucks in a breath as his eyes drop to your thighs, watching you press them together. This was going better than he had expected it to. He had hoped that this would be the opening conversation that could lead to another conversation at a later date but now you were acting like a cat in heat, rubbing your thighs together. Mingyu couldn’t help the way his mind wandered to how you were probably wet right now.

Taking a deep breath, you meet Seungcheol’s eyes almost defiantly in an attempt to play it cool. You weren’t some cheap whore that could be so easily seduced, at least that was what you were trying to convince yourself of. It was just too bad that your body was betraying every sensible thought that was going through your brain as the men in front of you undressed you in their minds.

“Are you going to climb back on that silly machine or would you rather leave and work on your cardio in another way?”

Scoffing at Seungcheol’s words, you open your water bottle to take another sip only to miss your mouth because of how flustered you actually are. Mingyu groans under his breath, watching the water trickle down your chin to your throat and finally your chest towards the top of your tank top. Seungcheol on the other hand just smirks before leaning forward to swipe his thumb under your bottom lip to wipe away some of the water before speaking again.

“Messy baby, answer me.”

Leaning into his touch, you find yourself nodding before you even realize it. Seungcheol smiles, nodding along with you, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip briefly before he pulls his hand away. Watching the interaction, Mingyu takes a breath and lets it out slowly. It was his turn to play it cool as he glanced around the gym thankful that the section you three were in was less crowded.

“Our place or yours, babe?”

Turning your head towards Mingyu, you finally take in a deep breath as you feel Seungcheol take your water bottle out of your hand. The question seems to confuse you for a moment, but a flash of his pretty smile, his sharp canines on display for you seems to bring you back into the moment.

“Mine.”

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[ellemaru]

Simon "Ghost" Riley General Headcanons

A/N: This is just headcanons that have popped up in my head or whatever but I'm trying my best to keep it lore accurate/based off of lore. There will be some mentions of abuse, mental health, substance abuse (alcohol and drugs) and body dysmorphia due to how his character is.

General Appearance:

Starting with appearances, I think he's 6'2-6'4 and weighs 200-230 lbs (189-195 cm and 90-104 kgs).

He has prominent muscles, but they aren't Arnold Schwarzenegger huge but still large enough to the point that most people are impressed.

He has short, blondish hair where in the winter, it darkens to a light sandy brown if he doesn't go outside.

He had more of a fair and cool undertone but after spending time in the Middle East he darkened up slightly.

Everyone he knows always debates whether his eyes are green, grey or hazel but he personally thinks they are hazel with a light blue on the edges.

His nose is slightly hooked but is also kind of crooked from the front due to it being broken a gazillion times.

General Personality:

As proven previously with the "Alone" mission, Simon is a pretty funny guy.

I feel like there's a common misconception about him that he's super serious and cold and has no emotion but that's FAAAAAALSE.

When he's not on duty I'm a firm believer he acts sassy with the others to be funny.

He obviously knows that there's a time and place for everything but he also knows when a joke or sarcastic comment is needed to lighten the mood up.

I feel like his enhanced ability to read the room kind of stems from him having to always observe and walk on eggshells with his dad in the past.

Like if he misread his mood he could've potentially gotten hurt, leading to Mama Riley defending him causing her to get hurt too but that's for another post.

Back to the humor I feel like a lot of times he's just unintentionally funny like he'll say something, and because of his delivery people laugh and he just sits there confused like "???? I didn't make a joke"

100% a workaholic with no work-life balance because who needs that when your job is your life!

Once the guy starts working, he ain't gonna stop until he says so.

Super observant, he notices the fine details so if you think you can cut corners around him? You're mistaken.

Simon is moody af but that's definitely heightened by his kinda crappy mental health.

General Family:

He hates his dad.

Did I mention he hates his father?

For sure a mama's boy but not in an "I was my son's first girlfriend" kind of way.

He looks up to his mom like crazy and still has an emotional attachment to her from when he was young due to his father being emotionally, physically, and mentally abusive to him.

Anytime he comes back from a mission, has a rough day, or just needs advice on a decision or life he ALWAYS calls Mama Riley.

She's literally his rock because he sees her as someone who is steadfast and strong who goes based on the facts and how she takes things for face value, similar to Simon. I think this also gave Simon an admiration of single mothers and women in general since he grew up with more of a perspective from his mother than his father.

He loves Tommy to bits and pieces, and they were hands down partners in crime back in their teenage years before Simon enlisted.

If you go around Manchester, you can still see some of their graffiti tags on different things.

When Tommy became a drug addict, Simon was there for him from day 1 till he finally got clean.

A/N: This isn't much but if y'all want more I can work on another that's more detailed! Requests are always open so leave some suggestions on things you want to see!

[slavic-roots-western-mind]

Chinese Measurement Units Guide

At first glance the Chinese clothes sizes make little sense (they still make not that much sense even at the 15th glance as well to be honest). And the fruit and veggie prices are also no odder.

Then I realized that China has its own local measurement units, so here are some unique measurement units you should look out for plus an odd one out.

1. Weight

Kilograms are used (confirmed this during my medical exam, which is a story in itself), but for things like fruits, veggies etc. 公斤 is used, which is basically kilos divided by 2.

一斤 (yī jīn）= 500g

两斤 (liǎng jīn）= 1kg*

*Even though 斤 is translated to as pounds sometimes, it's actually kilos.

This is also used for clothing sizes (on taobao at least), so if you want to get an accurateish estimate you need to convert your weight to kilos, multiple by 2 and then select a size that fits within the range.

For example: if you weight 70 kg, you then multiple that by 2 = 140斤. Clothes will usually have size ranges e.g. 120-145斤, so that could fit into the L (Large) category.

Note: Sizes vary across stores, so an L in one shop can be an XL in another store or an 2XL in a different store so be ready to contact the seller asking for more specific measurements if not too sure.

2. Length

Usually kilometres and metres are used, but there's also a local system.

0.5 km - 1里 - lǐ

1 km - 2里 - lǐ

3. Area

Same as the previous one, the western measurement units are used but there's also a local system. Not very common from what I've heard, but still pretty handy and interesting to know.

1 km² -15顷 - qǐng

4. Volume

Volume is the same as the metric system, with it's own name so no surprises here.

1 L - 1 升 - shēng

The only major issue I've had has been with the weight measurement and its conversion, but other than that there aren't many issues.

5. Contact lenses

Maybe it's a location thing, but the eye diopter thing here is slightly different.

If your prescription is -4.00, then here it'll be just -400 or just 400 without the minus if buying on Taoboa. It should be obvious (farsightedness of +4.00?? with people studying and working that much??), but it threw me off the first time I had to get my contacts here.

They range from 0 to -8.00 but with one value for the entire package, so if you have significantly different diopters in each eye e.g. -2.00 in your right and -3.00 in your left, then you may have to buy 2 packets, 1 for each eye.

[loosesodamarble]

Welcome to the Black Bird Part 5: Marius the Austere

Summary: Introducing Fuegoleon as Marius, the stern but gentle soul of the Black Bird. Genre: general Word count: ~900 A/N: Fuegoleon's art was done by @cringeyvanillamilk

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Fuegoleon sighed as he released his hold on the grip strength tester. His physician, Owen Lindwell, took the machine and jotted down the results from the screen.

“23 kg… For your first attempt after the months of recovery from your surgery, it’s not bad,” Owen commented.

“It’s not very good either, though, is it?” Fuegoleon muttered and he massaged his shoulder. Even after letting his arm take it easy, the surgery spot felt sore more often than not. “It’s not even half of what it used to be.”

“And there’s nothing wrong with that at this point,” Owen replied with a sympathetic smile. “What matters is that you’re able to use your hand at all. And with a rehabilitation process laid out, you’ll surely see improvement with time.”

In the face of the hopeful statement, Fuegoleon still only felt heaviness in his heart. He looked at his hand. Despite being able to see how it was connected to the rest of his body and move it on his whim, the limb felt utterly foreign.

Did all people who underwent surgery feel this kind of detachment from the limb that was operated on? Or was Fuegoleon’s case unique, in light of how extensive the surgery was?

“Fuegoleon.” Owen’s voice made the younger man raise his head. “As your doctor, I will be working with you with the goal of a full rehabilitation. But as a family friend, I want to remind you that a slow recovery or a lack of one through the current process isn’t a failure on your part. Healing will happen eventually, even if the path is unclear.”

Fuegoleon gave a small grunt as a non-reply.

“For now, you should start by finding a hobby or project where you can use your arm without applying too much physical strain.”

…..

There was hardly a sound as the teacup and saucer was set on the table. With a practiced elegance, Fuegoleon slid his hand from the saucer he’d placed then reached for the second that was still on his tray.

“No need to be so stiff, Marius,” a lady with deep brown hair like coffee giggled. “It’s like you’re afraid of spilling acid, not tea.”

“It is merely the need to provide you with a smooth and untroubled dining experience that I move at the pace that I do, Miss Erika,” Fuegoleon answered flatly as he set the second cup in front of the other customer.

Erika’s gaze softened on Fuegoleon before turning to her partner. “What do you think, Karma?”

“My thoughts?” The red-haired woman sitting across from Erika touched her cheek in a dainty manner. “I believe that Marius is diligent rather than ‘stiff.’ To be in such control of himself is admirable. You’re perfectly fine as you are, Marius.”

“Why thank you, ma’am.”

“Aw, but you being all stoney worries me,” Erika whined. “How do I know if you’re okay?”

Fuegoleon closed his eyes for a moment of thought. He grew up being told that his ability to show a strong face made him respectable. And even at the cafe, his role was to maintain a neutral expression to contrast his subtle gentle displays.

“I apologize for worrying you, Miss,” Fuegoleon began. “But believe me when I say that even if it doesn’t show on my face, your kindness has brought a smile to my heart.”

Erika blinked, clearly taken aback by Fuegoleon’s statement, before letting out a dry sigh. “The way you talk makes it hard to believe…”

“Don’t worry about him, love,” Karma said with an airy laugh.

“So ladies.” With the opening presenting himself, Fuegoleon took out his notepad and pen. “Are you prepared to order the rest of your meal?”

“Oh ye—” Karma stopped short and squinted one eye. “I apologize. Marius, I think the light from the table lamp hit your… watch?” Fuegoleon stiffened at her words. “Momentarily blinded, that’s all.” The redhead smiled it off.

“Ah. That’s… my bad.” Fuegoleon tugged on his right sleeve to better cover his wrist. “I shall see to it that my suit is better fitted.”

“Why not just take off the wa—?"

“We’ll start with a pot of Winter Rose and a soup of the day each,” Karma said, speaking over Erika, and waved Fuegoleon off. He took the sign and left to recompose himself.

…..

Roaring Crimson Soup. The most straightforward of the dishes on the menu but no less popular.

Red bell peppers and tomatoes were pureed to make the base of a creamy stew. The french bread served alongside, bought from a local bakery, was toasted over open flames since the charred flavor paired well with the soup. Or so the head chef at the time of the dish’s creation insisted.

The draw of the item was similar to the appeal of Fuegoleon’s persona. The paired soup and bread didn’t need to be elaborate, just warm and comforting. It was like how Fuegoleon’s butler persona was understated compared to ones like Sukehiro’s or Rill’s. And despite a neutral exterior, his presence had a kindness. That’s what made customers so fond of not just the butler Marius, but Fuegoleon himself.

Fuegoleon carried a serving of his signature dish out to the dining room and thought to himself.

He was terribly disingenuous. To appear so dignified and simple when inside he felt like a mess. A hollow version of his old self, just hiding under a mask of strength. But there was nothing he could do about that feeling. All he really could do was go through the motions. Motions which his right arm couldn’t even feel anymore.

[abundantsnow]

oghhhgg kay first post on the kny blog

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hallo, if you dont know me, my name is Zenith Petrichor! you can just call me zen. :) my pronouns are zey/zem/zeirs (or he/it) and i am aroacespec (cupio/aegoromantic and aegosexual). i am on the autism spectrum and have adhd and ocd-c, all diagnosed. its nice to meet you if youre new, please send me asks about anything kny or related to my oc, i love answering questions!!!!1!1 /gen/pos

i need to put my oc out somewhere cause i dont want him to just spin in my brain 24/7, i need people to look at him in all his glory 💔

tumblr is the perfect place to release my "way too heavily projected on oc for it to not be a self insert" oc

kny wont leave me alone even tho the pacing and character dynamics are ass and i needed to make an oc and rewrite the entirety of kny with him and with better pacing and character dynamics

So anyway yeah thus is totally a self insert, meet Hisato Nagafuchi!!!!!!!!!!!1!1!1!1!1! please read more lkke pleade please please i love him so much please read about him im ljke so- *gets shot*

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Hisato's reference sheet

永渕氷聖 "Hisato Nagafuchi"

Hisato - 氷聖 “ice” “saint”

Nagafuchi - 永渕 “eternity” “quiet”

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Name: Hisato Nagafuchi

Race: Half-Demon

Gender: Male, He/Him

Age: 23

Height: 168 cm (5'6") (6'0" with his geta) ((the teeth are 5 inches but the base itself is a whole nother inch))

Weight: 80 kg (176 lbs)

Birthday: January 12th

Hair Color: White to Lavender

Eye Color: Indigo

Affiliation: Demon Slayer Corps

Occupation: Demon Slayer, Ice Hashira

Combat Style: Ice Breathing, Blood Demon Art: Purifying Ice

Partner(s): Giyuu Tomioka, Mitsuri Kanroji, Muichiro Tokito, Tengen Uzui

Relative(s): Unnamed Demon Father, Unnamed Human Mother (deceased), Sakonji Urokodaki (adoptive father)

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Hisato's sprite & parasol

I'll draw his actual official promo art at some point. This is like the sprite that would show up on the wiki lol

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About the Hashiras!

About the Water Hashira: “He’s kind, I like him a lot. He's very aloof and masks his emotions; which people don't seem to understand. They think he's arrogant, and he's not. He’s self-conscious, and I can tell something’s bothering him deeply. We were also taught under the same Former Hashira, even if I developed my breathing techniques differently.”

About the Love Hashira: “She’s a sweetheart. She was friendly to me from the start and trusted me, even though I am a half-demon. We bonded over our love for food.”

About the Mist Hashira: “Ah, I see him as a little brother of sorts. He’s a brilliant boy, even if emotionally stunted due to his amnesia. I’ve made the effort to try and communicate with him, and he has noticed this. I like to spar with him, and this is how we communicate.”

About the Wind Hashira: “He’s hot headed and loud. Very loud. He was the most outspoken about me being a half-demon during my crowning and even tried to tempt me with his marechi blood. It smelled nice, like a gourmet dinner, but I could easily resist the temptation. I haven’t really liked him since.”

About the Insect Hashira: “She didn’t seem to like me at first. I had offered her my blood to use as a substitute for an experiment and she accepted. Whatever the results were had her interested in me. She now comes to me to ask me questions occasionally, and seems to hold no animosity towards me anymore. Although there is something simmering under her surface, I’m sure it’s something to do with Kanae’s death.”

About the Flame Hashira: “He’s also loud, like Lord Shinazugawa, but he’s very passionate and kind. I look up to him, even though I am older. He was wary of me at the very beginning, but was one of the few that accepted me pretty quickly. He even gave me pointers during a spar.”

About the Stone Hashira: “He was adamant on not accepting me at first. He believed anyone with Muzan’s blood, however diluted, did not belong in the Corps and should be slain. It took a long time to earn his acceptance and it almost seemed futile. As embarrassing as it is... it was learning that I can purr like a cat that... got him to like me. Both him and Lady Kanroji love cats, apparently. He likes to pat my head whenever he gets the chance."

About the Serpent Hashira: “He also doesn’t like me. At first, it was because I was a half-demon. He accepted that after a while and even sparred with me, claiming that I was fun to spar with. Now, he hates me because he thinks I’m too close to Lady Kanroji. I think he has a crush on her…”

About the Sound Hashira: “He’s very loud, too. He was mean at first, but it turns out it was just a form of tough love. We’re the same age and he even gifted me a haori that matches my breathing style! I wear it all the time and I love it, it makes me miss dad- I mean Mr. Urokodaki's haori that I outgrew. He said my Blood Demon Art was very flashy; he calls numerous things flashy, actually. It’s quite funny. I also think he’s really pretty, but he has… three wives…”

About the Flower Hashira: “I only knew her briefly, seeing as she died shortly after I became a Hashira. But she was also kind to me. She was hesitant to trust me, but she still did anyway. I really wish she was still around. After learning it was one of the Twelve Kizuki that killed her, I swore to Lady Kocho that I would help her find and kill Doma, the Kizuki in question.”

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Taishō Era Secrets!:

(with Tanjiro)

"Mr. Nagafuchi can't stand anything spicy! He prefers all of his food cold, even things that aren't supposed to be cold! He also loves sweet foods."

"His ears are incredibly sensitive, and he has a good sense of sight, smell, and hearing! It's not as good as mine or Zenitsu's, but he's still able to pick up a lot of things that normal human senses can't!"

"His voice doesn't match his appearance, but it's still considered a beautiful voice. He loves to sing and hum melodies, but he's become very embarrassed by this particular skill."

Tanjiro: "I hope one day I can hear you sing, Mr. Nagafuchi!"

Hisato: "I'd only sing for Nezuko, sorry Tanjiro."

Tanjiro: "That's okay! I'm sure Nezuko would love it!"

"He also doesn't talk to anyone because of this! Only the Hashira, me, Zenitsu, Insosuke, and everyone at the Butterfly Mansion have heard his voice."

"He's able to sneak up on anyone without making a sound! Despite wearing noisy clothes and having chimes on his parasol, he can move without alerting anyone! It's almost like he can choose if he makes noise when moving..."

Hisato: "I can, actually. When making my presence known, I tend to allow my footsteps and parasol to make noise for a more elegant appearance."

Tanjiro: "Is there a switch you can flip or something? How are you able to do that?"

Hisato: "That... shall remain a secret."

"Apparently he was taken in and raised by Mr. Urokodaki since he was a baby, and even calls him dad!"

Hisato: "Th-That's embarrassing, Tanjiro... You didn't have to say that..."

Tanjiro: "I think it's adorable! I also saw him as a father figure if it makes you feel better!"

Hisato: "..."

"Mr. Nagafuchi can purr! Like a cat! When Mr. Himejima and Ms. Kanroji learned about this, they were over the moon since they both love cats!! They find any chance possible to pet Mr. Nagafuchi, so cute!!!"

Hisato: "I... I do not purr... That is nonsense...!"

Tanjiro "Can I pet you, then?"

Hisato: "No, of course not, Tanjiro! You cannot pet me! And Lord Himejima and Lady Kanroji do not pet me!"

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Hisato's haori and parasol design

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That's all for the first post!! I have a lot more already, but I'll schedule those posts for later since its 1am and like. yeah.

[trills-n-clicks]

Lieutenant Shre Laverick

Mainly going by Shre, he's the lieutenant of TF Arach.

NONE OF THIS INFORMATION IS OF ACTUAL PEOPLE, SOME DETAILS ARE TAKEN FROM MYSELF BUT IT IS NOT BASED ON ME!!!

TF Arach Masterlist

DOB: January 25th 1993. [30 years old]

Relationships: ↓

//////// Pentick- Ex-partner <dead>

Mary Laverick- Mother <alive>

Dawson Yolen- Biological Father <dead>

James Laverick- Step-Father <dead>

Sharlet Yolen- Aunt (Father's side) <alive>

Lin ////////- Niece (Mother's side) <alive>

Bornel /////////- Brother <dead>

Sally /////////- Sister <alive> {Married to Alicia ///////}

Physical details: ↓

Head: Black, chin-length, mostly straight (1A) hair(he likes to keep it in a ponytail and clipped out of his face). Dark brown and hooded eyes. Slightly crooked, down-turned Greek nose. Thin lipped. Oval face shape.

Body: Mesomorphic, trapezoid shape, only way I can describe his build is Sleep Bod™

Marks (scars, birthmarks, tattoos, missing limbs, etc.): Large Phoenix tattoo on his back, from shoulder to shoulder. Birthmark from nose ala to corner of mouth in a curved shape. Scars include cuts across wrists from SH and interrogation from enemies. Burns from actual fires(spanning from legs to neck in splotches) and cigarettes(he was used as a bit of an ashtray, so trauma :'( ). Missing limbs include just his left pinky lost during torture from enemies. He's got a nose bridge piercing as well.

Other (height & weight stuff, skintone, nationality, etc.): His skintone is very pale, no freckles, a few moles scatter his body and face though. He's Australian and with relatives from Thailand. He's 7'2 (2.18m) and weighs 285 lbs (129.2 kgs). Yes he is a big boy. He likes wearing a grunge and steampunk mixed style, but he despises gears, instead going for chains. He likes the cling-clangy sounds they make.

Personality details: ↓

He's questioning his sexuality but knows he's greyromantic and on the ace spectrum. He's also a cis man. He likes the colors navy and black but will never admit that he is quite fond of deep red-ish pinks, especially roses. Outside people describe him as reserved, gloomy and quiet, but Arach describes him as sweet, wistful and quite father-like. And he may be an introvert, but he needs social interaction, otherwise he'll spiral down. He does have a sensitivity to smells, just smells them stronger in general. But he also had a few mental disorders including PTSD, Anxiety, and he's slightly on the spectrum for autism.

And Military info!: ↓

He joined in 2011 at 18 years old and was transferred to work in the SNS just 2 years after boot camp. He has skills in hostage rescue, basic emergency medical aid, covert operations, sniper techniques and knife combat. But he struggles in self hostage situations(ooo trauma) and clearing bodies(the smell always gets to him).

Basic picture using gacha(I just use the app to visualize what they'll look like with color) ↓

And I will insert a photo I drew below ↓ (it will not have color)

Left is his hair up and right is it down, ok it's not the best but it was my first variant of him and the rest are doodles.

I'm sorry if it's too long, read if you want but you really don't have to, he will be basically described in the fic.

[afra-blueraz]

🐺 Yuna Sekigetsuro 🐺

⚠️ Please note that Yuna is not a real person. But I wanna imagine her as myself for my self-insert ship with Yui. So she can be an OC or me. ⚠️

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General information

Real name: Sekigetsuro Afra

Changed name: Sekigetsuro Yuna

Kanji: 赤月狼 優菜

Kana: せキげっロ ユナ

Name explanation:

赤 ( Seki ) _ red

月 ( getsu ) _ moon

狼 ( ro ) _ wolf

優 ( Yu ) _ gentleness

菜 ( na ) _ greens

Age: 18 ( Changed her records of her age to 20 )

Birthday: March 24th

Zodiac Sign: Aries ( Ram )

Race: A werewolf from the red moon clan

Blood Type: O_

Gender: Female

Pronounce: She / Her

Sexuality: Bisexual

School: Ryoutei Academi, English Teacher

Voice Actor: WIP

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Appearance

Sprites: WIP

Ryoutei Academi: WIP

Hair: When Yuna was a child, she had long and dark black hair. Her hair was wavy and sloppy. After immigrating to Japan, she cut her hair. Now she has short, dark wavy hair.

Before immigrating to Japan VS After that

Eyes: In her human form, Yuna has dark black eyes. But when the moon is full and her wolf power goes out of control, her eyes turn blood red.

Height: 163 cm / 5'4 ft

Weight: 46 kg

Body type: Yuna has a very skinny body.

Scent: Yuna was a girl who lived in the forest. She loved the pleasant and natural scent of flowers, that's why modern perfumes are too artificial and annoying for her. Because Yuna has a half-forest, her hair always smells of Afra flowers. If Yuna wants to use perfume, she prefers to use natural perfumes. She loves the scent of flowers, especially Afra flowers.

Style: Yuna is not a fashion girl and prefers to wear simple clothes. She wears glasses with a red frame, which was the symbol of their clan. During the red moon, when Yuna's wolf power is at its maximum and her eyes turn red, she does not need to wear glasses.

School: Yuna is employed as an English teacher at the academy so she doesn't need to wear a uniform. She usually does not wear formal clothes and appears in the class as a teacher with a normal look.

General: Yuna is not a fashion girl and prefers comfortable clothes. She usually wears clothes that cover most of her body because it makes her feel safe. She usually wears a white shirt and a blue wool vest. However, she likes to have a little girly style, so instead of wearing pants, she usually wears skirts. Yuna prefers to use boots instead of shoes.

Colors: Red is the symbol of her clan so everyone knows Yuna as a red girl. But her favorite colors are blue and purple so she usually use blue for her clothes. And white and black are so common in her clothes.

Yuna with Ryoutei outfit: WIP

Yuna's winter and autumn outfits: WIP

Yuna's underwear + pajamas outfits: WIP

Yuna's usual outfits:

Yuna's usual shoes:

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Personality

MBTI: INTJ_A

When Yuna was a child, she was very happy and lively. She was playing in the forest and was very happy. After what happened to her family, Yuna became a bit isolated and introverted. She is very kind, but she gets very angry when others take advantage of her kindness. Yuna hardly trusts others and tries not to get too close to people. She hardly forgets and forgives the mistakes of others, but still tries to be more kind. She is very loyal and her family and friends are very important to her and she tries her best to take care of them.

More information about INTJs:

INTJs are hardworking, independent, and curious. INTJs often train their analytical eye on systems to see how things operate. These personality types often have self-motivation and work best independently or on small teams.

INTJs can be both the boldest of dreamers and the bitterest of pessimists. They believe that, through willpower and intelligence, they can achieve even the most challenging goals. But these personalities may be cynical about human nature more generally, assuming that most people are lazy, unimaginative, or simply doomed to mediocrity.

Likes: reading books, writing, walking in a garden ( because she remembers her real home in forest ), smelling flowers, cooking, drawing arts ( she is a big artist ), blue sky, nature

Dislikes: Crowded places, big cities, polluted air, noisy places, two_faced people, hunters

Strengths:

intelligence

Creativity

Painting

Flight

wolf power

Strong sense of smell

mind reading

Knowing people

Playing chess almost better than anyone

Weaknesses:

Lack of trust in people

being isolated

not being social

Nervous attacks due to trauma

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Relationships

Canon story: In her canon story Yui is her girlfriend.

Au Ships / RP: based on our roleplays I don't mine ship Yuna with other OCs. But don't force her into relationships.

Yuna's relationship with canon characters: WIP

Yuna's relationship with other OCs: WIP

Ex-boyfriend: Hayashi Kenzo (deceased)

Father: Sekigetsuro Sota (deceased)

Mother: Kimaru Mika (deceased)

Cousin: Sekigetsuro Shina

Founded family: WIP

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Backstory

Before Yuna was born:

Sekigetsuro Sota was the son of the chief of one of the largest werewolf clans known as the Red Moon Clan. This clan had very strong wolves that absorbed their most power from the moon during the red moon. This clan had extraordinary powers that they had to hide from greedy people.

Finally Sota grew up and met a girl from another clan and they fell in love and got married and their marriage brought about the union of two great clans.

Chlidhood:

After Sota and Mika got married, they had a daughter. The girl who was born at the time of the red moon set and symbolized a new power for the red moon clan. The power that strengthened this tribe and made their union stronger and stronger every day.

The girl had dark black hair that smelled of Afra flowers. A flower that Mika loved so she named her daughter Afra. Every time she hugged her and stroked her hair, she smelled the pleasant aroma of Afra.

Sota was very proud of his daughter and knew that she was the symbol of the glory of their territory and tribe and that she was supposed to be the largest tribe of werewolves.

Sota loved his daughter and raised her with love. He used to play with his daughter in the forests among the dense trees and teach her to become a powerful queen for her tribe one day.

Before leaving the forest:

Afra had a boyfriend named Kenzo from her mother's clan. They secretly played by the river that glowed at night and shared their first kiss there. The only person who knew about Afra and Kenzo's relationship was her cousin Shina and she always encouraged Afra to make her relationship with Kenzo stronger. Those three people were also best friends.

One day when they were playing by the river, far from home, hunters attacked their clan and killed most of their tribe.

Sota ran to save his daughter and niece but could not find them. When Afra came back, it was already too late. Everyone was dead. Afra heard her father's last words to her: I love you.

After leaving the forest:

Afra, Kenzo, and Shina ran away together. But finding a safe place was almost impossible. The hunters searched everywhere to finally find the daughter of the chief of the tribe who has great power.

When the hunters found the three, Kenzo shielded himself to save the girl he loves with all his heart. Kenzo's body fell into Afra's arms and he said to Afra with a beautiful smile: I love you Afra. please be strong

It was hard for Afra to leave Kenzo and the house, but Afra and Shina had to run for their lives. The hunters chased them and almost succeeded in killing Afra until a very large orange wolf was found and saved them.

When Afra regained consciousness, she met a man who introduced himself as Tsukinami Shin. Shin took care of Afra and Shina for a while, that's why Afra owes her life to Shin. Shin helped them escape from their country and go to Japan.

After immigrating to Japan:

As strangers, Afra and Shina were forced to stay in Japan to avoid predators. Fortunately, both of them had good skills in learning foreign languages ​​and were able to learn Japanese very quickly. But Afra, who was much smarter, learned other languages ​​besides Japanese.

In order to find a suitable job, Afra manipulated her records and created a fake name and age for herself so that she could find a job. Her real name was Afra and she changed it to Yuna. The only people who called her Afra were her family, her boyfriend, her cousin and Yui.

Ryoutei Academi:

She was hired as an English teacher at the academy, where she met a girl named Komori Yui.

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⚠️ Spoil for her future route ⚠️

After finding a job at the academy, she met a girl named Yui Komori who lived with four brothers, the Mukami brothers.

One of the brothers, named Ruki, became suspicious of Yuna's fake identity and set out to uncover her secret.

While Yui and Yuna's relationship grew stronger, Ruki tried his best to keep Yui away from Yuna.

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⚠️ Important notes: All arts has been drawn by me. Don't repost. Reblog is OK. ⚠️

⚠️ The photos in edits are from pinterest. ⚠️

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[radioactivepeasant]

Fic Prompts: Free Day Thursday

I got another chunk of the Splinter Cell au out of my brain and onto a page at last! This time: father-son bonding time with Jak, Dax, and Damas

Tess looked tired when she stopped by the barracks looking for Jak. Daxter eyed her and grimaced.

"Oof. Rough shift, babe?"

Tess leaned against the doorway and grumbled. "Takes a lot of energy to be perky and cute all the time."

Daxter stretched out on the cot he'd monopolized. "Oo girl, don't I know it. Say, I dunno if you noticed, but there's plenty of space right here to relax a little."

Tess smirked. "Tempting, but I have to check in with Vin first. And I need to find Jak. Krew's starting to get antsy about how long your "hunting trip" has been. He says if you two don't come back with one heck of a trophy, he'll make you regret it."

From anyone else, that would've been an empty threat. But Krew had ties to the Baron, and was still stinging over Jak ruining his bet on the race. As Krew's "employee", Jak had been given a certain level of protection from the KG, who didn’t like crossing the crime boss when they could help it. Retracting that protection was just the beginning of what Krew could probably do.

Daxter wrinkled his nose. "Ugh! Is it too early to give our two week notice?"

The ottsel sat up.

"Do we even need Krew anymore? We're gettin' strong! Makin' allies! We got all the intel we need from Vin and the Scout Flies. I say we just ghost ol' Hover Huckster and let him pick up the slack!"

Tess didn't look amused. "90% of our intel on KG movements comes from me eavesdropping at work."

Daxter cringed. Leaving Tess to do the lion's share of the work at both the saloon and the factory was not ideal boyfriend behavior, even he knew that.

"Er...I'll let Jak know we gotta go hunting," he said sheepishly. "If, y'know, the New Parents will let us out of their sight for ten minutes."

Which was how he found himself sitting on Jak’s shoulder two hours later, scanning the surrounding mountain country for Ramheads.

"Last time we found one of those, we were poking around the Eastern Temple," Jak yawned, squinting down from the central hub.

"Also a lot of loose boulders that were a real pain in the-"

He glanced to the side and cut himself off.

For some reason, Mar's dad got annoyed when Jak copied Sig’s more...blunt language.

Damas crouched at the ledge beside him and glanced up at Daxter. "Movement?"

"Nada. It's deader than Krew's love life down there," Daxter sighed.

Jak snickered.

The Wastelander king made a sort of harrumph sound and narrowed his eyes.

"Ah yes. Krew. You know, Sig didn't tell me how you ended up working for him."

There was a distinct flavor of disapproval in his voice that left Jak cringing. He'd never liked the feeling of someone being upset at him -- which Samos almost always had been when he was little -- but he'd gotten pretty good at shrugging off other people's disapproval, or at least not capitulating.

As it turned out, parental disapproval felt much worse.

Feeling a little defensive, Jak stood up sharply.

"Wasn’t by choice. Torn sent us to work for him so we could get information out of him."

He folded his arms and looked away.

"Not like anyone else was giving us food," he said sullenly.

Damas clicked his tongue and sighed. With one hand, he pushed himself upright and slung his rifle over his back.

"I see. They put you in a difficult position."

Jak scoffed. "Yeah. It happens a lot."

"Hm." Damas folded his arms across his broad chest and shifted to gaze down at the valley. His shoulder brushed against Jak’s just barely, a tacit show of support.

"What is it you would do if given the choice?" he asked.

Jak raised his gun, exhaled slowly, and took aim at the upturned floating platform that bobbed between the temple and the valley. Before he could overthink things, he fired one blaster round into the unbalanced base, smoothly flipping the platform upright once more. Jak slid his morph gun back into the holster on his back, crouched, and leapt to the circle of Precursor metal. As it floated down, he thought about Damas’s question.

What would he do if he had a choice?

It seemed simple at first: he wanted to get out of Haven. He wanted to go home.

But...where was home now? What was home? Did he really belong anywhere?

Jak supposed he could just explore the world until he found someplace that felt like home -- he'd always loved exploring, almost more than racing -- but what about his friends in Haven?

What about Mar?

Finding Damas and Phobos meant he wouldn't have to be the child’s sole caretaker anymore -- Jak wondered if he was supposed to feel guilty about the weight of the relief that came with the thought. He felt almost that he could breathe easier and just be Mar's brother when he didn't have to worry about who was watching him, and where their next meal would come from.

Jak hopped down onto soft grass and absent-mindedly took a seat while waiting for Damas to make his way down. Idly, he plucked a few blades of grass and crushed them between his fingers to release their sharp fragrance.

"What would you do if given the choice?" he asked Daxter as they watched the platform float back up.

It seemed Daxter had no such troubles of indecision. His answer was so quick it had to have been either rehearsed, or something he was genuinely excited about.

"I'm gonna own my own pub someday!" The ottsel chirped, "Better than anything Krew could ever come up with! I'm gonna have drinks, and music, and dancing- ooh! And I'll make so much money I'll be able to set Osmo and Ximon up with a permanent contract for pest control! They'll get their store back in no time!"

Daxter hopped down from Jak’s back, gesticulating wildly with each new idea.

"And- and- and Tess and me are gonna have an apartment above the bar. And a pool! Right on the roof! So you can come up and swim where nobody will bother us! And I'll always have enough food for us and anyone else who's hungry!"

Jak smiled, but his heart ached for his best friend. Daxter's ambitions were both grand and heartbreakingly simple. A home he could own. A roof over his head. Enough food that he didn’t have to worry about where his next meal was coming from. And in the midst of all that he still planned for his friends: a way to repay the man who had taken him in while Jak was in prison, a way for Jak to relax without showing the world his scars.

"You're a good man, Daxter," Jak murmured, unintentionally interrupting his friend's rambling monologue about menus and upholstery.

Daxter paused, and gave him a simple smile in return. They didn't need words to understand his meaning. You're a better man than I am, each believing it of the other without a shred of doubt. To Daxter, Jak was the unselfish one, dealing with his annoying habits and the entire weight of the world every day and still choosing to save people, no matter how angry at them he was. He wondered if he should have said it more when they were younger. If maybe it would have made Jak believe it now.

The moment ended with the thud of Damas’s worn boots against the grass. He looked a little annoyed, although Daxter couldn't have said for sure whether it was the floating flip-pods that irritated him, or Jak leaping off without him. For all that they were still strangers to each other, the Wastelanders really did not like Jak getting out of range of sight. It was like they were afraid he'd vanish if they looked away.

If he was being honest, Daxter knew how they felt. Every waking moment from the instant he'd found Jak in that awful prison, for weeks, Jak had behaved the same way about him.

Damas glanced down at the blades of grass Jak was idly shredding, and the green staining his fingertips. His annoyance softened into quiet amusement.

"There are easier ways to find raw eco," he joked, leaning on his staff.

"Huh?" Jak looked down at his smudged fingertips and grimaced with chagrin.

"Er...let's uh, let's just get going."

The boy hopped up with an ease Damas envied -- regenerative light eco was all well and good, but it didn't stop his knees from popping when he had to get off the floor!

"You didn't answer my question before," Damas prompted.

"Had to think about it first!" Jak brushed him off and headed for a short drop down toward the valley.

Of course, Damas acknowledged that Jak might not yet feel comfortable sharing that kind of inner thought with a relative stranger -- or a strange relative, for that matter. Thus far, he hadn't been able to spend much time alone with the boy. Phobos had been much more successful in getting him to open up a little, but she had more opportunity to see him off the battlefield, seeing as she'd dedicated herself to monitoring their son.

Well, their younger son.

During the missions Damas had accompanied Jak's teams on, he'd noticed that the boy was developing a habit of trailing around behind him, watching intently whenever Damas gave orders to his people. Phobos even swore up and down that she'd seen Jak subtly mimicking his posture and movements whenever they were in the briefing room at the same time.

It gave Damas hope that Jak might at least have positive feelings about having them in his life, but he didn't want to push too far too quickly. Jak was a teenager, after all, and he had boundaries. Or, he ought to have had boundaries. Some of the things Sig told him made him worry that Jak had trouble standing up to people using him.

"Usually all we have to do -- whoop-! Watch the loose rocks, Dax-"

"Yeah, I noticed. I'm not patching your shirt this time. Learn to sew!"

"Yeah yeah. So- the Ramheads aren't the intelligent ones I don't think, they're more like...cannon fodder. But they're really territorial."

Jak swung his feet up under him and slid down the remainder of the incline on his heels, kicking up a plume of dust behind him.

"So basically we shouldn't have to do much more than walk around a little to draw one out."

Damas pursed his lips thoughtfully, then hopped down to follow Jak, avoiding the gravel a little easier than he had.

"Sounds pretty straightforward."

"It is! They're big, but they're dumb," Jak bragged, "You just gotta be fast."

"And not get two of your ribs snapped by a headbutt like last ti-"

Jak slapped a hand over Daxter’s mouth.

Sheepishly, he added, "I mean, yeah, keep some eco around in case of freak accidents, I guess..."

Ah, he's trying to impress me.

Humor bubbled up in Damas’s chest, and he tamped down a smile. He had absolutely no doubt that the boy was capable; thus far he'd proved to be a prodigy of a gunner. His risk assessment left something to be desired, but reports indicated this was largely the fault of the people who had been grooming him to deal with all their problems since he was Mar’s age.

"Well it can't possibly be any more difficult than clearing a city sector and setting watchposts," Damas reasoned, "Let's see if we can't scare up a couple of these Ramheads of yours."

Jak grinned. "Right! So, we're gonna go south, first."

"Oh?" Damas adjusted his rifle strap and kept pace with Jak easily. "I thought we were headed for the valley?"

Daxter squirreled up onto Jak’s head and pointed one paw south. "Lemme guess: you remembered somewhere you haven't trespassed on yet."

With a snort, Jak broke into a jog. "It's not trespassing if it's completely abandoned!"

"I think the centurion-heads would argue against it being completely abandoned, buddy."

"Where's your sense of adventure?"

"I traded it in when it got recalled and got an improved sense of street smarts!"

Damas strode after them with a grin lingering on his face. They were loosening up now, finding their stride. Listening to them bicker reminded him of Phobos and Sig in the old days. Putting on a small burst of speed, he caught up and gave them a slightly mischievous sidelong look.

"Is a tie-breaker required?" he asked.

"No," Daxter groaned, "I'm resigned to my fate. That's what I get for swearin' I'd never let Bigfoot out of my sight again."

Jak cheerfully added, "Dax keeps promises no matter how dumb they are."

"Good man." Damas nudged the ottsel's shoulder in rough approval.

"In that case, I agree to this little detour, but on one condition. Which is...?"

He waited.

Jak thought back to conversations they'd had during the couple missions he'd accompanied them on, and he thought he could guess the condition.

"Don't tell Sig you were doing stunts?"

Damas clapped him on the shoulder and smirked. "That's my boy."

He didn't miss the way Jak's eyes and smile alike widened in response.

[pinkumiilku]

Nekojiru. Cat Soup.

At the time of her death, Nekojiru weighted around 38 kg. While a petite person in general, her well documented disgust towards most foods makes for an obvious eating disorder. Back then, I don’t know if it would have been a phenomenon particularly talked about, especially in Japan, where it’s so engraved into the culture to be so petite in the first place. I imagine they’d have a perspective pointing to vanity, rather than disgust and addiction. Nekojiru was in hospital multiple times. They say she overworked, and that she was diagnosed as manic depressive and schizophrenic. I’d say many of the artists featured in Garo Magazine would fit that description. But then, fellow Manga authors would say: “Don’t read into it too much, Garo is made to be bizzarre.”

Hajime Yamano, or actually Yasuo Hashiguchi married Chiyomi Hashiguchi (I couldn’t find a family name) sometime in the ‘80s.

She was younger by about ten years.

Editors will say she knocked at his door abruptly at 18 years old, wanting to work with him somehow. At the time, Yamano would have been making many “Devil” works, a kind of trend, a bit like “Eroguro”, focusing on the depraved, existential, sexual and erotic, as a featured artist in Garo Magazine. It felt forced, looking at his early work. I’d think Nekojiru must have seen something below the surface. According to fellow Garo artists themselves, Yamano’s art changed drastically after meeting his wife. In a way, there was a shift in focus, from disfigured genitals or hard drugs, to two cats in surreal, psychedelic landscapes, now focusing on his two daughters from new marriage, with his manga Soseji.

I wonder why he accepted somewhat of a stranger working alongside him at first.

Maybe he thought it was entertaining, or maybe it was their karma meeting together.

Nevertheless, they married. They liked each other, but were close in a way that is different. I always wondered why they chose to marry, though Nekojiru seemed a person who followed the rules meticulously for certain things, say manners or speech, but not at all for others, like looking people in the eye, I’d never expect her to get married.

Maybe to her, marriage was the “normal” thing to do.

There is so much focus on how stern, abrupt, rude and introverted she was. How cruel her cats were. Yamano wouldn’t comment much on it, beyond saying he’d have to keep her manners in check every so often.

Then again, close friends such Yoshiaki Yoshinaga would say he was a “scruffy” mother to her, and that he saw her as a daughter. This was mentioned once more at a broadcasted memorial for Nekojiru in November of 1998.

One night, Yamano called Yoshinaga asking if he could spend the night. Nekojiru, after several days of being awake, snapped. She threatened him with a knife. He asked if he needed to call authorities, but Yamano brushed it off. “If I don’t protect her, then who will?” This was mentioned then in Yoshinaga’s journal.

Nekojiru was also “paranoid”, and needed to carry a weapon with her at all times.

In the end, it’s easy to see how terrified she was of the world, feeling like an outsider in some kind of zoo. Some of her diary entries focus on details of the Aum Shinrikyo cult, active in the mid ‘90s. For any heartwarming moment, there will be something horrendous in the next panel. Many will say it was Nekojiru who couldn’t adapt to the world, and could not accept it. I’d argue the world didn’t adapt to Nekojiru.

There is an exception to that world of chaos however. In more personal travel Logs, or Jiru Jiru Diary entries, the one subject that shifts the attention from that cruelty is the depiction of her husband.

He has messy hair, and a scruffy beard, and is always smoking, yet looks kind, sometimes stern.

It’s clear that Nekojiru was in a perennial state of dissociation, and Yamano was her only grounding force. Maybe to her, this was love.

Allegedly, he became more of a womanizer, and this may have sped up the already clear intention on committing suicide.

They say she died alone, and left many suicide notes prior, where she “forgot she was alive”.

Everyday was most likely one of anxious agony for Yamano, but it seemed he had somehow resigned to this fact.

Editors will say that was the only way she could die, by deciding so herself.

“Forget I ever existed. Do not give me a grave.” are just snippets of her letter.

Yamano claims he has no idea why she did it, and struggled with a deep depression after the fact. A few months later, he’d officially taken over as Nekojiru-Y.

Pitch black eyes. Yamano drew them. Nekojiru drew them. Everyone could recognize the Nyakko and Nyatta siblings. They are unsettling. It’s hard to know where they’re looking. However, behind those eyes is another message as well. Thanatos.

“AbunaKawaii”, “dangerous cute”, another trend that took Tokyo by storm. It’s how they categorized Nekojiru’s work.

She hoped for something a bit more elaborate, or maybe she didn’t care at all. After all, it was her husband that pushed her to perform for Garo at first.

Who will die next in JiruJiru Diary? Who will be blown up? Who will be domestically abused? That’s most of what her audience thought.

But in the midst of that sort of childlike innocence, that of a child who doesn’t know better than to kill insects, there was a growing focus on God. These stories were less published, and Yamano suggested Chiyomi write her dreams in a journal, which he’d sometimes take inspiration from as Nekojiru-Y.

In the midst of all that brutality, we see a little cat who is alone, and is talking to God, walking down a river in India.

This is where the perception of Nekojiru takes a turn.

Chiyomi was always in another sort of dimension, which many would blame on schizophrenia, but Yamano would praise his wife as more enlightened than the Zen monk present at her funeral.

The funeral she didn’t want, followed by a tombstone with a single sanskrit character etched onto it. Aphex Twin’s Ambient Sounds Volume II played, as per her wish.

A documentary in 1999 would showcase their belongings, including Indian Hindu paintings of Gods, star shaped slinkies and pink trinkets. Nobody was allowed to touch Nekojiru’s specific set of belongings.

At the time, it wasn’t unusual for Yoshinaga, and his wife to binge on psychedelics while at the Hashiguchi residence. This may have inspired sets of LSD tablets with Nyakko and Nyatta floating around Tokyo at the time.

[o-craven-canto]

Ea, Our Second Chance (12)

12. Species study: the Kurukshetran springbear

(Index)

(< 11. The early days) (> 13. Anatomy of Diplostomia)

(I messed up. At the stage of Ea’s history in which this story is set, all people outside should be wearing a carbon dioxide filter, which they clearly aren’t in the picture.)

(original link)

« Kurukshetran springbear (Barosternon carinatus; Diplostomia : Phoneida). Autochthonous of the red mosaic woodland of Kurukshetra land, in southwestern Inanna... It feeds mostly on mid-sized (30 to 300 kg) fauna. It awaits in a suitable place, typically the edges of a grove with a view on more open ground outside, and uses its powerful hindlimb to pounce on the prey, crushing it under its trunk. The chest of the springbear is reinforced by a thick "keel" of calcite plates. The forelimbs, extremely muscular, are used to prevent the prey from dodging the leap at the last moment, or to pummel it down if necessary. »

– fragment of encyclopedia, recovered from ruins in Toumai, circa 290 AL

« If ever find yourself losing your grasp on hope, remember: your very existence means that every single one of your billions of ancestors, from the dawn of life onward, pulled through against all odds. You have already survived hell countless times; what's one more? » – Isabela Silva, Survival Handbook

They say you never get used to it.

They say you might get used to seeing lions every day, or crocodiles, or sharks – even snakes and spiders and wasps – but the things that live on this planet, they look wrong in some horrible way, and once you've seen them out in the field you're going to see them every time you close your eyes. When you think of them, it's like a worm is gnawing in your brain. Every single Earthborn, every last one, says so.

I don't know. Spiders are pretty fucking scary, if you ask me. They really should have left them behind. But the Earthborns are always going on and on about how the blistertrees look so wrong, and the coilworms look so wrong, and the roofmoles look so wrong, and the color of the fucking sky looks so wrong. The hell does that even mean? How are they supposed to look instead? I've seen pictures of gorillas. Are you telling me those things don't "look so wrong"?

Are they being a bunch of babies? I'm sure they miss home, but goddamn it, it's been sixty years now. Or ten thousand, for all we can tell. Man the fuck up. Advisor Khand is one of them, though. And Commander Samirowa, and General Mansouri. And I don't think they need to man up more than I do. I'm just sick of it. I was born on this planet, my father was born on this planet. There is nothing wrong with being born on this planet. Give it a rest.

I'll say this, though: springbears are scary. Them and wormsharks. Giant dicks filled with teeth. They'll rip you apart one bite at a time. Imagine your flesh was made of jelly and someone came over and started tearing handfuls away, that's how wormsharks kill you. But they're not a problem as long as you stay on the dry. Springbears, though... You're walking through the woods minding your own business, with your smilk goats and whatnot, and then a rover-sized monsters falls out of the sky and crushes you. Just crushes you flat, like a boulder. Your bones snap, your guts splatter on the ground. It eats you chunk by chunk, and then licks you off its chest plates with that freaky tongue it has. You can't even see where some poor bastard was crushed before you, because everything is red and black anyway.

I think I'd rather be got by a scissorwolf. At least their jaws are sharp, they cut you in half and that's it. Thing is, predators don't actually care about killing you, just about keeping you still enough to eat you. If you can't fight back because you're dead, that's cool. If you can't fight back because all your limbs are broken, that's cool too.

I've seen two of them fighting, once. Frightful stuff. They rise on the back leg, lock their arms, and each tries to push the other on its back. I guess that's why they have armored backs; would hate to think what else they'd need to defend from. An Earthborn said they looked like bears when they locked arms like that. Wouldn't know – never seen a bear. But it's in their name, so it checks out. Anyway, you'd have to see the way their arms bulge when they're really giving everything they've got. That's the kind of strength a borehole miner should have, not a goddamn animal.

I've heard that the higher-ups, maybe Khand himself, plan to use them for training. You take a springbear that's sleeping over a meal, blindfold it (pretty sure they go by smell anyway), weigh it down, and tie it to a pillar – and I hope to God it's a well-planted pillar – with a smilk cord. Then you push some poor sod, with a weapon or not, in front of it. Juuust out of reach. If you can keep your position in front of a springbear jumping on you, you can keep your position in front of anything.

Turns out there's a trick to kill them. If you see them coming, that is. They've got their brain between their shoulders, so good luck reaching it, but there's a spot in their chest where a big blood vessel pokes out of the bone plates. If you hit it right, they lose their pressure and collapse, like shooting a football. The matter is that to do that you need to keep your cool in front of a motherfucking charging springbear. I'm not saying you can't do it, but I'd feel more comfortable on a treetop during a thunderstorm, waving a steel rod around, and saying terrible things about God's mom.

I don't look forward to my turn. But if I don't drop dead on the spot, a column of gunrovers won't look so scary anymore. Actually, you know what? Bring it on, you three-legged, slit-faced, freaky-tongued asshole. I bet YOU won't look so scary anymore. We got rid of worse stuff than you, back on Earth.

– Lieutenant Jahangir Turani, personal diary, 62 AL, late spring

[graciellasamma]

RvB x KR Kiva: Frøy Kurenai

(All of this pics don’t belong to me)

Status: 

Name: Frøy Kurenai

Nickname: Rouge, Cross, Kid, Brat

Name Meaning:

- Frøy: Freyja, the goddess of love and fertility in Norse mythology

- Kurenai: Crimson

Codename: Agent Rhode Island, CrossFire, Kiva

Alias: Kamen Rider Kiva, The Youngest Soldier, Hawkeye, Speedster

Age: 22

Birthdate: 25th December 2536

Pronouns: He, him, his

Sexuality: Male 

Appearance: 

Species: Fandiri (Half Human/Half Fangire)

Skin Tone: Fair Skin

Weight: 177 cm

Height: 67.7 kg 

Scars: Burn mark from his left side of his body from his waist all the way up to his neck and to his left hand

Hair Color: Black

Hair Style: Short neck-length spiky and choppy with his bangs to the left side 

Eye Color: Crimson Red

Capabilities: Magic trick, Trick shot, Pranks

Apparel: Long-sleeve black shirt, Long sleeveless red tail jacket, Long skinny jeans, High neck shoes, Black scaly scarf

Voice: Ohmori Motoki (JPN) / Sam Luff (ENG)

Stats:

Stealth: 8/10 

Perception: 10/10 

Agility: 8.5/10

Stamina: 8/10

Endurance: 7.5/10

Hand-to-hand combat: 8/10

Intelligence: 7.5/10

Recovery: 7/10

Luck: 7/10

Vision: 9.5/10

Hearing: 7.5/10 

Social Skills: 

Charisma: 7.5/10 

Social Skills: 8/10

Confidence: 8.5/10

Style: 7.5/10

Humor: 8.5/10

Passion: 7.5/10

Empathy: 8/10

Kindness: 8.5/10

Honesty: 6.5/10

Loyalty: 9/10

Patience: 7/10

Flirtness: 0/10 (he doesn’t do flirt)

Equipment: 

Weapon(s) of Choice: Bow and Arrow, Magnum, MA40 Assault Rifle

Secondary: BR55HB Battle Rifle, M7S SMG

Melee weapon of choice: Duel Sword, Dagger, and Combat Knife

Extra: Colored smoke bombs (for camouflage)

Armor:

Armor style: Just look at the picture (That picture is not mine)

Primary Color: Medium Sky Blue #88dae5

Secondary Color: Light Crimson #fa7393

Visor Color: Gold (Just pretend any of this color are)

AI Unit: Chruch (Alpha) & Issac (Felix): Analyzing, BioScan, Healing, Thermal X-ray, Hacking, Strength Boost

Armor Enchantments: Armor Lock, Grav Boots, Speed Boost, Holographic Projection, Stealth, Overdrive

General Information: 

Weakness: Despite that Frøy known as the Ultimate Soldier for joining the military at a young age, he is still a child, not wanting his friends and family to die or fight each other.

Occupation: Freelancer (Formerly), Blue Team, Engineer, Weapons expert, Actor

Strong Suit: Weapons expert, Weapon, armor, and vehicle maintenance engineer, Freelancer training, Strategist, Archery, Sword fighting, Acting

Sexual Preference: Bisexual

Marital Status: Single

Talents: Escape Artist, Magician, Kenjustu, Kendo, Fencing, Parkour, Archery, Athletic, Acting, Musician (Violin/Guitar)

Semblance: Phantom Arms: An ability that can store items in a pocket dimension so he can summon it at any time, even during battle, which gives him a high level of flexibility in combat. He can also use it to change his clothing. He can also warp by throwing his weapon to move quickly around the field and damage his enemies.

Theme Song: Capabilities Unseen (ft. L), Supernova

Quote(s):  - “Know your place!” - “The counterattack starts now!” - “Lying is the best way to protect yourself.” - “You’re right they are idiots, and I don’t mind it.” - “Have you ever tried asking if your leader needed help?” - “I only fight and take lives when I have to. And I don’t have to this time.” - “If there are feelings that are too hard to put into words, then put them into action!” - “What you truly want, will only be found at the end of a road you can stride down with pride.” - “The Kamen Riders that I know... Never compromise their values. They never lose heart. And they would never... Let anyone harm their beloved home, their people... And get away with it!”

Personality: 

Likes: His friends, His family, Anime, Movies, Video Games, Weapons, Playing his violin, Hearing music, Pranks, Joking around, Trick shot, Snacks, Being a thrill seeker, Building weapon, Chicken, BBQ.

Dislikes: Pervert, Bullies, Director, Charon Hargrove, Aiden Price, Sigma, Hargrove, Wyoming and Gamma knock knock jokes, Seeing his friends and his family die or fighting each other, Jinxing, Don’t like people calling him a kid, People using his unfinished weapons.

Good Traits:  Personality-wise, Frøy is a calm yet cheerful, and somewhat laid-back young man, especially around his friends, the Reds and Blues. He was considered relatively normal other than his unparalleled prodigious talent in acting even as a child and his quick wit and intelligence like reading complex books. Performing acting jobs was something he was open to and excelled at.  He has a sharp mind and is perceptive, quickly adapting to any situation, and very good at studying, He makes sure he gets the job done by making sure that his friends focus on the battle, but still unsure about his future. Frøy frequently sacrifices himself for others, showing that underneath that arrogant exterior, there's a heroic and selfless man. He's also quick to point out the problems in a situation. As an actor, he is very diligent and is capable of studying and replicating any person or the character's demeanor fastidiously (from their mannerisms, speech patterns, and even thought processes), so much he was capable of triggering thoughts of the person or characters and others immediately after looking at him. Despite his childish act, Frøy's personality changes 180-degree making him calmer, calculated, and discreet whenever something is important or serious, if someone is in trouble, even a stranger, he talks to them and gives empathy and kindness, and gives them advice help them, this is to said to have a personality that draws people to him, inspiring friendship and loyalty through acts of kindness that could change a person’s world view and thus built meaningful relationships.

Bad Traits:  Cocky, quick-witted, arrogant, impulsive, brashness, smart mouth, liar, childishness, and frequent attempts to pull pranks on his teammates. Frøy has a strong tendency for emotional outbursts in sour situations. When his emotions got the better of him, he became rather impulsive and reckless in his actions to the point of nearly being suicidal. This flaw negatively affects those around him, even as far as indirectly causing a few deaths. He is mostly quick to regain his composure and shows little to no fear in order to protect his friends and fight with his life on the line. Frøy is also known for being a liar, thanks to him being an actor and Wyoming teaching how to lie better for infiltrate and info-gather missions as well for his part-time job as an actor, it was thanks to his skills he was able to manipulate people for his and his friend's advantage.

Fears: Losing his friends and family

Relationships: 

Parents: Otoya Kurenai (Father/Deceased), Maya Kurenai (Mother), Jiro/Garulu (Father-figure), Butch Flowers (Father-Figure), Allison Church/Beta (Mother-figure), Leonard Church/Alpha (Father-figure), Riki/Dogga (Uncle-figure)

Sibling(s): Taiga Nobori (Older Brother), Ramon/Basshaa (Little Brother-figure)

Children: None

Significant other: None

Friends: Washington, Tucker, Caboose, Sister, Doc, Carolina, Epsilon (Deceased), York, Delta, Omega/O’Mally, Niner, Sarge, Simmons, Grif, Donut, Lopez, South, Eta, North, Theta, Maine (Deceased), CT, Iota, Wyoming, Gamma, Felix, Palomo, Jensen, Bitter, Smith, Kimball, Doyle (Deceased), Megumi, Nago, Leo Vermillion, Team RWBY, Team JNPR, Aruto Hiden, Fuwa, Yua, MBJR family, Izuku Midoriya, Vice, Daiji Midoriya, Sakura Midoriya, George, Hiromi

Enemies: Director (Deceased), Counselor (Deceased), Hargrove, Meta (Deceased), Sigma (Deceased), Locus (Formerly), Felix (Formerly), Blue and Red, Chrovos, Zero, Taiga (Formerly), Bishop, Rook, Salem, Cinder, Giff, Deadmans, Imagin, MBJR.net

Allegiance(ally): Chorus

Backstory: 

Frøy Kurenai is a Fandiri, a half-breed Fangire, thanks to his late-father Otoya Kurenai, who is a human, and Maya Kurenai, also known as the Queen of Fangire. He is known as the youngest soldier to joined Project Freelancer, and station to the Blue Base. When he was young his mother left him with little explanation and left him with his guardians, Jiro, Riki, and Ramon, who are actually the last survivor of Wolfen, Franken, and Merman because of Fangire King ordered his elites to kill them for some reason. 

When he was at the age 7, he saw a photo of his mother and remember that his mother left him, wanting to know the reason why, he decide to leave his home and go on a search for his mother with his best friend and partner Kivat the 3rd, but without a bit falling out with his father-figure, Jiro.

During his search he was caught in a crossfire during the war, trying to help the people that also caught in the crossfire, Frøy decide to protect the people by grabbing any weapons he could find and used himself as a distraction to lead the aliens away from the people and kill them, he would have used Kivat in order to transform into Kiva but he can’t used it ‘cause the aliens can not know about the existence of the 13 Mazoku Clan as they need to be a secret.

Frøy continue to fight and kill aliens to the point of exhaustion, until he was saved by a squad of soldier from the UNSC and decide to joined the military so he could get stronger in hopes to help and protect himself and the people and maybe able to find his mom, plus, he doubt he could go back to having a normal life consider that he kill all this aliens, especially after what happen with his family after their fight and argument. After Frøy join the UNSC, he was given the codename “CrossFire” for able to fight in that incident, and he became a quick learner with weapons, combat, and engineering.

At the age of 10 he was recommended by the Director and the Counselor of Project Freelancer, thinking that he would be a huge asset for the project because of his skills and able to survive in any event as if he is an adult. Of course, there is a lot of people protest against this but Frøy decided to join the project hoping it would help him able to help people better, so he agreed and join the project as Agent Rhode Island, and was able to clime his ranks, and was able to join the Alpha Squad of the Project.

Not a lot of the Alpha Squad or any of the Agents liking that a 10 year old kid was able to show off, but as time went on, they started to warm up to the kid, even Wyoming and South started to like him, heck, Frøy started to have father and son relationship with Florida just like with Jiro, in the end, the Alpha Squad became his family. But that ended, when he was about to be 12 years old, when one of the mission that involves The Insurrection that caused him to have his burned scar and got half of his body crushed by the remaining building that collapsed during their escaped, making him suppose to be dead. (Think like Obito when first died in Naruto Shippuden)

After the mission, apparently Frøy is still alive inside of the rubble thanks to his Fangire genetic having more durable and their healing factor, so Kivat inform Jiro, Riki, and Ramon about what happen and decide to rescue Frøy consider he still alive under it. When Frøy woke up, he found himself in his room on his bed, and when he looks around he saw Jiro sitting beside his bed on a chair sleeping, he must have waiting for him to woke up. On the next day, Frøy have a meeting with his guardians to have a talk about why did they save him despite told them to leave him? Apparently despite the hurtful words, they still care for him and love him no matter how much he hates them, after all they are family, and since then, the Kiva family has been reunited at last, and Frøy decide to try going to school, to try to have a normal life and become a musician and actor just like The A-Squad wants for him, especially Florida.

The Blood Gulch Chronicles: 

It has been 4 years, Frøy is 15 about to be 16 and was able to graduate middle school a year ago though he decide to do home-school instead, it has been peaceful with Frøy experience a normal life like any other teenagers do. That is until a message from his helmet from the project, that one of his friends Tex in need of help with something. Knowing someone in need of help he decide to pack some stuff and suit up his armor and go to help her, his guardians, of course, doesn’t like any of this one bit, but they respect his decision on wanting to help his friends.

When he was tracing the message, it lead him to place called Blood Gulch. That’s when he meet Tex and Church, which the both of them knows each other and Frøy. Apparently Frøy knows Tex because not only he knows her from the Project but also she is one of the soldiers from the squad who saved him from the Crossfire and he knows Church because he met him during his time in the Project when he knows him as an A.I. named “Alpha” when he’s bored or has free times to spare, he tends to spend it by hanging around with Frøy.

After that it went the same like in the canon, except when Church time travelling using the time distortion with Gamma, Church then check on Frøy and found out about him being an A.I. known as Alpha when he saw a file of evidence from the Project and his memories came back to him, and Tex met up with York and North when the Blues returned to Blood Gulch so they can help her protecting Church, Florida and Wyoming are still alive thanks to Frøy and his father-son relationship with Florida and was able make a deal with Wyoming that if he helps them making sure that Tex doesn’t have Omega then he gets to live on their surveillance, which they succeed on having Omega but Tex still explode with the ship.

After Tex gone with Gamma, Tucker son and the alien, things went peaceful for the Reds and Blues, Florida rejoins the Blue Team, York and Frøy decide to join the Blue Team while North and Wyoming decide to join the Red Team, it took time for the Reds and Blues trust on Wyoming, and him trusting on the Red and Blue, but after having a heart-to-heart with York, Delta, North, Frøy, and Church about losing Gamma, the only friend and partner he could trust, and told him about the truth of the Project, he decide to have trust on them and in exchange they trust him back. 

When the relocating has started the Freelancer decide to split up to make sure that everyone is okay, York decide to join Church, North join Tucker, Wyoming join with Simmons and Grif, Florida join with Caboose, and Frøy decided to stay to keep an eye out with Lopez, Sarge, and Sister in Blood Gulch, he had a feeling that something about to get interesting here.

The Recollectioin: 

It has been almost been a year since the Omega fiasco, and everything seems to be normal until Recovery One also known as Agent Washington came by in order to hunt down the Meta so he go to Blood Gulch consider there has been an A.I. sighting over there. That’s when he not only met Sarge, Lopez, and Sister but also Agent Rhode Island also known as Rouge or Frøy, they catch up until Wash explain to him his going to hunt down the Meta, and Frøy decide to help him on this mission with Sister.

Things still the same like in the canon only that Wash didn’t kill South thanks to Frøy and York stopped him when he was about to, and Church the Alpha and the rest of the A.I. fragments are alive thanks to Frøy able to convince with Wash not to use the EMP and let him handle on, and let him fight against the Meta with Church and Omega by using his enhancement unit that he made called “Overdrive.” 

Overdrive, pretty much a state of hyper-focused attention and energy that enhances one’s performance and where the full extent of their talent can be expressed, when activated the users usual experiences drastic increases in sensory perceptions, coordination and reflexes, to the extent that the observable environment appears to progress in slow motion, and not only that even with single A.I. fragment, not only the users able to use multi enhancement unit but also the A.I. won’t be able to destroy themself, the down-side is that they have time limit and it only takes hour for the recharge to complete even with A.I. help, so it was a last resort sort of thing. But they were able to beat the Meta and Church was able to reset all the A.I.

After the battle Frøy and Church decide to take the fragments and return them to their respectful partner. Wash, who decide to stay making sure that they are okay and help them in anyway, came by and told him that he should go before the UNSC soldier came, consider that he is trespassing and destroy a lot of military property while Wash stay and report what happen here and if things went according to plan then Caboose should give Epsilon to the UNSC as evidence.

A year went by, and Frøy and Church reunited with the Blues, then the Reds and Blues are sent to Vahalla, South decide to join the Red Team, and everything are still the same in the canon but in this case CT or Connie is still alive thanks to a alien pod that allows her to heal any injury, and since the A.I. fragment are alive Frøy decide to have them partnered up with the rest of the Freelancer, Delta still partnered with York, Theta with North, Gamma still with Wyoming, Eta with South, Iota with Connie, Omega with Florida, and Church/Alpha and Tex/Beta with Frøy, while Sigma well let’s just Frøy and Church deleted him.

Project Freelancer:  

Honestly there’s nothing change from here consider this arc mostly about Epsilon in the memory unit and a lot flashback of the Project. So yeah, everything still the same like in the canon with add my oc and all the A-Squad, minus Maine, are alive.

The Chorus Trilogy: 

Nothing has changed in Season 11, other than that Frøy knew who’s Felix and Locus consider that those two were in the same squad who saved him during the Crossfire Incident, and during their separation the one with Wash group are: North, Florida, and CT while with Tucker group are: Frøy, Wyoming, South, and York.

In season 12, nothing has changed except that in my AU, Felix here is a bit difference not only he is a big Star Wars nerd and actually care for the Republic and the Reds and Blues, but also he is also the good guy in this AU because when the Reds and Blues reunited Felix accuse Tex of killing Siris who is good friend of him and Locus, their voice of reason and the glue to each other, thanks to the evidence that one of Hargrove mercenaries, Jackson (he’s pretty much like the Felix in the canon) gave him. But the truth is, Tex didn’t really kill Siris but Jackson killed him when Siris learns the truth of what Hargrove did to Felix by killing him and turn him into an A.I. and brainwash him, thinking he still a human and used him as nothing as tool later for experiment. Thanks with Frøy, Tucker, and the two Church of Alpha and Epsilon, they were able to expose the truth to Felix, the Feds, and the Republic, making Felix turn his back on Locus and Jackson, and stop the war between the Feds and the Republic.

In season 13 is quite the same nothing has changed, Epsilon still died to protect his friends and his brothers, Locus kill Jackson for turning him into a monster and letting his friends died, Frøy decide to give Tex to Carolina, Felix decide to joins the Reds and Blues and became Frøy second A.I. partner, and thanks to Felix, Frøy was able to upgrade the A.I’s making them able to run a multi-enhancement without destroying themselves and removes any limit.

Notes: 

This was Inspired by this fanfiction: Friendship is Timeless by Seanzilla1988, Rosario to Kiva by Dr. Exposition, MBJR Heroes AU by Usagi_chan8, RvBvRWBY series by DocTokuMA and Ac3 Productionis, Going Native by thewhitepatch, You’re Alpha; You’re Church. by Athena_Yule, Unit Cohesion by Sroloc_Elbisivni, Finiding Washington by HBossWrites, Everyone Lives by urbaninja, and A Schrodinger State by notmadderred.

I’ll be honest guys, the moment I watch Red vs Blue, I love them and when I read the stories that inspired to make this I fell in love with them and can’t help of having a crossover of RWBY and the Kamen Rider series and their crossover fanfiction. And as you can see in the background there is no “The Shisno Paradox” arc, why? Well that’s because in this AU they don’t exist and has been replaced by an arc that I called the “RvBvRWBY Riders Horizon”.

This Arc is something like Seanzilla and his co-worker made in their Kamen Rider Crossover stories, but different? Basically, in the RvB world the Tokusatsu of Kamen Riders, Super Sentai, and Ultraman exist and there almost common knowledge, and one of the reason why the “Shisno Paradox” arc don’t exist because of who Kamen Riders I’m adding to this AU and yes, “Riders” with plural which mean I’m adding more than one Kamen Riders in this story because I couldn’t choose one of them because I love them so much, and they are: Kiva, Den-O, Revice, and Zero-One. So yeah, since the time travel with Den-O and the Shisno Paradox are a bit different, I decide to remove that arc in order to make sense.

In the RWBY world, Team RWBY and JNPR, and their newest friend Leo Vermillion, who is a Singularity Point, has been attacked by a Imagin and somehow the DenLiner appear out of nowhere and kidnap them, and before they knew, they somehow in the world of RvB and that’s when Leo and his friends meet with the owner of DenLiner and explain to them about Imagin, Den-O, and Leo being a Singularity Point, and that he has allies consider his not only one who is a Singularity Point only just they have a different power than Den-O.

When he become Den-O, that’s when they meet Frøy Kurenai as Kamen Rider Kiva and the Reds and Blues, Aruto Hiden as Kamen Rider Zero-One with the Fuwa, Yaiba, and the MBJR family, and Izuku Midoriya and Vice as Kamen Rider Revice with his adopted family, (and yes this is the Izuku Midoriya from BNHA, I really like that anime, so sue me for wanting this kind crossover) and together they became Team FLAM (Flame), and together they go on adventure where they help each defeating their enemies: Fangires, Imagin, MBJR.net, Deadmans, and Salem. 

I also going to make their PKMN Team but that depends on my motivations, and have the time to make it.

I also made some short story of a scene from a couple of episode, I maybe going to make more of this but from a scene in a few of episode include the PSA episodes, so here are the list for the story if you like to read it. I hope you all like the story I made.

Previously On

Donut the Musical

[kasu-m1]

Kasumi ♠️:

Basics :

-Name : Kasumi

-surname : Tenshiro

-age : 20

- birth date : 13 june

-Gender : woman

-sexuality : straight

Appearance :

-height : 160 cm

-weight : 54 kg

- hair : short, straight & black

- eyes : left : grey ish blue (scarred)/ right : black (minnow)

-skin : pale beige

-body type : rather muscular

(Here’s a some art I made !)

Personality :

- best at ♠️ games

- first impression : cold, distant, quiet, serious

- beliefs : doesn’t really believe in any god but believes in life after death

- fav color : purple n blue

- greatest strength : physical

- greatest weakness : social interactions (lmao)

- pessimistic realistic

- introvert

- skilled : armed and hand-to-hand combats

- unskilled : collaborating with others

Game skills :

Best at ♠️

Good at ♦️

Okay ish at ♣️

Least good at ♥️

More random details

- she’s ambidextrous (can use both hands equally well and doesn’t have a dominant hand)

- chews on fingernails (not really because of stress but she developed the habit of doing it)

- often cracks her knuckles and neck sometimes without even realizing

- high pain tolerance (this will make sense when you read the story)

- gives off cyber like vibes (kinda like the banner)

- she can analyze people quite accurately but when it comes to social interactions with new people, oof

- she’s awkward. And no not the “omg she’s so awkward cutie”, more like the “can look you dead in the eyes without talking for 38 mins” awkward.

- sarcasm is like a coping mechanism for her. Thing is sometimes it actually takes time for people to get it because of how serious she looks

- has a soft spot for cats but will NEVER show or admit it.

- she does talk more to people she considers as “friends”

- always wears a hairpin that her sister gave her (on the pic)

- the scars on her left and her right cheek are due to some street fights she had.

Lore

“You were an amazing person. Then you became my saddest memory.”

Before the Bordelands

Kasumi’s pov

I was too young to remember my parent’s divorce but from what she told me it was a hard moment.

Mother is mean. She doesn’t care about us and she doesn’t love us like mothers do, but she told me that mother is mean because she’s aching, because she misses dad. Even when he hits her. So she’s the one who takes care of me. My real mom.

My sister, she raised me and gave me the love I needed from a mother who didn’t care about me, about both of us. She played the role of a parent I never had and she sweet oh so sweet. I never thought so much sweetness could turn bitter so quickly.

One day coming home from school at thirteen, I expected the usual greeting when I entered my sister’s room. Her caring gaze and her comforting arms. But I got neither. What I got was her cold, lifeless body hanging from the ceiling light.

What happened next was fast and blurry.

I think I screamed, my mother entered the room and she was equally shocked. Police came next. They tried to talk to me but I wasn’t responsive. A part of me died with her that day.

~

After that, my mother tried to make things “right” with me. I hated it, only her death made her realize how awful she’s been ?

I lost what I cared about and I wanted to join her, but I couldn’t.

“…Kasu, live on for me. You’ll do amazing, or at least better than me at life. I love you…”

So I kept living by that line.

At 18 I got involved with the Yakuzas, I learnt how to defend myself and how real physical pain felt.

I was 20 then, when it occurred. The fireworks.

Borderlands :

3rd person pov

At first, she was extremely confused, and a bit panicked. But she quickly understood the way games worked.

Working her way through each games and soon finding the Beach, the Utopia in this cruel world.

Trouble was only starting.

She would spend most of her time roaming around alone in the beach. But soon came the time where she had to play a game to keep living.

She was sent to play with Chishiya since their skills were apparently a fit. She had physical strength and he had the intelligence. Their game was tag.

They won without much problem.

Relationships :

- Arisu : she finds him smart and fine to hangout with since he doesn’t speak that much. They both played games together and she finds him to be… useful.

- Usagi : almost the same as Arisu though she doesn’t speak with her as much for some reasons. She really admire her climbing skills.

- The hatter : he is… a bit too loud and weird. She doesn’t really like hanging out around him but she tolerates him.

- Aguni : she respects him but doesn’t like him. She tries to stay out of his way though to not have problems with the militants

- Niragi : she hates his loud self but respects him as a militant. She finds him to be overly annoying though. (Bonus : she sometimes wished to fight hand-to-hand against him if he wasn’t so crazy.)

- Kuina : she enjoys her presence. She surprisingly finds her talkativeness to be quite pleasant (probably because she doesn’t have to interact with anyone else when Kuina’s there). She considers her as a good acquaintance. (Also wishes to try and fight her someday in a friendly way).

- Chishiya : she feels… conflicted. She has trouble reading him and hates that stupid smirk of his for that. Even so, she ends us spending quite some time with him because she sticks around Kuina when she’s not alone, roaming. She doesn’t particularly hates him but doesn’t trust him that much. (Bonus : she finds his intelligence impressive but would never admit it)

- Ann : She is positive about her, she like the way she deals with the games and everything in general. But most of all, she loves her seriousness and professionalism in every situation.

-mun 🩻🫀

[berrycdx]

Aph Guatemala :)

Name: Flor Torres Itzel Canek

- I think Antonio (Spain) gave her the name of flor. She chose the name Torres as her last name after independence. (flor means “flower” in spanish.)

- Canek is a Mayan surname which means “sky star.” It was used a lot in the indigenous community, and it is still used today.

- Itzel is her middle name, It means “evening star” It is the evolution of the name of the Mayan goddess Ixchel, the goddess of medicine, textile work, the moon, childbirth and love.

Race: indigenous

- She is of mayan origins, but she is not mestiza, since her culture has survived and adapted over the years.

- I am not saying that she did not have any Spanish influence, of course she did, like any hispanic country, but it was not as big as in some other countries. (like Mexico, Cuba, Argentina, Colombia, ect.)

Physical appearance

- Her body type is inverted triangle, her shoulders and upper body are larger than her lower body.

- She has a toasted brown skin, her eyes are small, and she also has a fleshy nose. (chubby cheeks also :0)

- She is pretty short, like 5´1 at least (lmaoo) . I think some of her siblings tease her because of her height.

- She has medium to long hair, and it's also a really dark color, almost black, she does a lot of hairstyles too.

- She weighs approximately 140 Lbs (63 kg) she has a little bit of belly fat here and there but nothing else.

Personality

- She is super duper sweet, a bread of god, you can't tell me otherwise.

- She is pretty quirky, makes some jokes about stuff but she doesn't go overboard.

- Her siblings sometimes go looking for her if they need tips or just some wise words, after all, I see her as a wise person.

Mini facts about her

- She knows how to knit, she is an expert.

- She likes to braid hair :0

- She speaks a second language, which is the Mayan language. (this one was probably very obvious)

- Working on learning English. (Girly doesn't know english :( )

- She cooks very often, she cooks on special occasions, for fun, or for people Who visit.

[caseythebunnyboy]

Howdy!

Thank you so much for the drawing! It's amazing. I love your art. I apologize for bringing down the mood I know it bothers you not but last thing I want to do is make you sad! From now on I will only grace you with pure nasty truly deplorable thoughts from a lonely cowboy and my day to day life (aka more deplorable thoughts)! I'll fill you in (full pun intended) as my work will keep me busy soon. I'll describe myself more so you can have a general picture of me :] I'm 6'2 I have no clue on my weight but I am a large man. My thighs and calves are like tree trunks. My hands are incredibly calloused from working for 6 years nonstop. I am very skilled with my hands and fingers tying knots all day and playing the banjo (you can take a man out the south but you can't take the south out of the man) and I have no better way to describe it other than my hands are huge. I have short-ish curly hair and I have a tan almost all of the time when it's not winter. If you want to know anything more about me I am more than happy to oblige your request.

I must admit that while it may sound a bit creepy. I lay awake at night I have thoughts of you. I make up scenarios in my head. I look at your kink list and see how similar we are and can't help but imagine using you in thousands of different ways. Tying you up. bending you over and pounding your little boycunt over and over again until your brain is mush and you're full of cum. Then I untie you and hold you in my arms. Singing to you softly as we drift off.

I'll leave the fantasy there but I hope to hear from you soon. 🤠

thank you so much! but wuh 🥹 please dont feel restricted to only being horny on here! im fine with people talking to me about other emotions, since i know people arent just horny 24/7. its fine!! i wont hate you forever if you show any other sign of feeling that isnt being sexual, i promise.

(rest of the response is under the cut because again, dont wanna clog peoples dashboards 😵‍💫)

i shall also paint you a picture of me in exchange!

im 5'4, last time i checked i was 81 (?) kg, i dont remember the specifics but i was around that weight. my thighs are also big but in more of a marshmallow pillow-ey way than a tree trunk way! my hands are very small, clumsy, soft and frail, with my entire hand from palm to my longest finger (the middle finger) being around 7 inches 😊 the only "toughening up" they got is when i would practice my countrys martial arts, i still practice every once in awhile but very occasionally so they never made my hands calloused 🥹 iam... not skilled at all with my hands. my arm starts shaking and hurting if i draw for too long with no breaks 😵‍💫 i have black fluffy-scruffy hair that can never calm down or stay in one place, and my skin is just naturally always tan since im a person of color 🐇

if youd like to know more about me, id also be happy to oblige! what i want to know about you, is if youve ever cum to the thought of me, hehe 💜 just curious! you dont need to answer if youre not comfy doing so 💜💜 and also! can you claim an emoji and put it at the end of your asks? so i know its you and so you can have a little hashtag, like how 🗝️ anon has one!

anyways! i hope to hear from you soon as well! youre so sweet, cowboy anon 🥹 id love to kiss you all over your face, but thatll just have to wait 🥲 see you soon! (hopefully 💜)

honestly, it doesnt sound creepy at all to me... would it be creepy for me to say im flattered and slightly aroused that you think about me so often? if so, then i guess we're both "creepy", hm? 💜 and jeez, id actually really like that. i love people who can be rough and fast during sex, but the moment its all over theyre back to being sweet and caring 😊 would love to doze off on top of your chest, humming along to your song after you finish breeding my boypussy over and over 💜💜

also side note, ever since i read your ask i cant stop thinking about how nice it would feel for your rougher hands to rub and touch my softer skin... the contrast between their textures would made my head so much dizzier whenever you grab my parts 😵‍💫😵‍💫 make of that what you will...