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roses-artblog · 11 months ago
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Sssh, Kalavinka, they all came back from their very own existential crisis character arc in which they learned valuable lessons and changed for the... better?
My first art Of 2024.
It's a meme art.
I'm so proud of myself 🥹
For those who don't know this is the og tweet calling for this:
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postersofleon · 8 months ago
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helloo!! hope ur doing well :))
im wondering what you think leon's day off would look like?
well, this is headcanons times, let's go! and thank you <3 maybe this isn't what you wanted, but just good vibes of leon. also this had mentions of sex, but nothing else
Leon used to wake up early, but it seems that during damnation (in my opinion) he sort of gave up. His body was trained to do it, thanks to being in the military. If he has a loved one, he kisses them gently on their forehead before going to the bathroom. All the Leon make noises when he wakes up, but damnation, re6, vendetta, and death island. Oof, they are groaning because his back hurts. He washes his teeth. If he has a loved one, he doesn't super hate himself while he stares in the mirror. Leon doesn't stop looking at himself. He is an emo boy at heart.
Vendetta Leon just stays in bed for a while until he stops hating himself. He is the guy he bed rots.
Like, death island Leon is the happiest Leon. He is the one tries to feel good of himself.
He takes a shower. He uses his partner's shampoo because he likes the smell of them. In my headcanon, Leon's canon hair is light brown so if he has his blond hair. He takes cold showers to keep the color in.
In my opinion, Leon knows how to cook well enough because he trains. He knows exactly what foods he needs to make himself. How many calories and such. But I feel he lacks to have fun with food. It's a simple breakfast. If he has a partner, he tries to make it "cute".
If he is alone. He is quietly eating.
If he has a partner, he speaks very lovingly towards his partner. All but re4 og Leon and vendetta Leon. Og leon wants to make them smile. He is still very romantic, but he just seems the guy who hates cheesy romance (but if his partner gives them kisses he groans with rosy cheeks).
Vendetta Leon is suffering from a possible hangover, he wants to apologize for drinking. But he is too stubborn. He gives you a kiss on the cheek and goes off.
After eating breakfast, the other Leons works out while Vendetta Leon just stares longingly. He wants normal life. He also tries to not drink a lot in front of his partner. Re2 Leon remake is just off to practice his shooting.
If he really need something, he goes to the store to buy food. Or he tries to fix his bike.
If he has a partner, he has sex with them and if he is lonely he jacks off. I honestly feel this man has no time for sex so he goes for it. If he doesn't jack off, he tries to go to the bar to find someone to mess around with.
When it's night, he doesn't wear pajamas. I feel he sleeps with boxers and a t shirt or no shirt if he really wants to. If he has a couple, he will try to share his pajamas as in he wears either the top of the bottom and his partner wears what he isn't wearing. Leon sleeps in any position. If he has a partner, he is big spoon.
He doesn't live an exciting life during his day off. Leon likes disappearing from his dangerous life (only hunnigan knows where he is).
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antiwhores · 2 years ago
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hihi! remember the perv bakugou post? that but with denki (i love your writing btw)
Pervert!Denki x Reader
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Just some headcannons about Kaminari being a big ass pervert to you
unedited, masturbation, peeping, non con pictures, stealing, etc.
I am not proof reading this 😣. Hope you enjoy! I’ve never written about him before but hope this satisfies!
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Pervert Denki is WAY less ashamed than the regular guy.
He feeds into his own excuses by saying that this is normal for him. That its okay because he’s not doing any real harm.
He’ll still try to keep it a secret from you.
He doesn’t want you finding out about how weird he is. He’s liked other girls before and when they find out about his perverted ways they always steer clear of him.
THATS when he starts feeling ashamed in himself. And its only gotten worse after the last time he got caught.
He really liked this girl a couple years back. He would just catch himself sneaking glances from… unusual positions… in usual places. Nothing serious in his opinion.
The girl found out and shunned him. Rumors spread about him being a pervert and for a good year he couldn’t get any play.
He ended apologizing to that girl later on. He genuinely felt bad after some shaming from Kirishima.
He went back to his old ways AS SOON as his heart started to explode from a single touch from you.
He did almost every pervy thing in the book when he met you.
He would gawk at your chest and thighs whenever he could. And sneak peaks at your underwear.
He would look for opportunities to destroy your clothes on “accident” during spars. Like he’d just happen to zap you enough to burn past your clothes. Or maybe he’d accidentally push you into the water just to see your figure and that cute matching underwear set.
He would take pictures at very unusual angles. Sometimes he would just play it off as funny photos. That angle thats supposed to be funny, the one that goes down from your forehead. He would take those on purpose just to get a close up og your tits.
He would find out about your exes and become friends with them just to ask how you were in bed. The details he would ask would be insane. Does she swallow or spit? What color is her pussy? What did it feel like? How deep is her arch? What does she taste like? What shape and size are her titties? How does she take dick? And with all this information, he’d create his own fantasy and jerk to his hearts content.
Although, he would do most of his pervy shit at your house when you finally let him over as your bestfriend.
It always went down for him when you took a shower or just left for a while.
He’d start to go through your stuff, everything. Your panty draw, journal, trash can, every single drawer, your sheets, laundry, computer, etc.
Occasionally, he’d stuff some of your clothes and underwear in his bag. He’d smell the shirt as he fucked into the panties or vice versa. Then he’d wash them, go back to your house, and plant them back where he found them.
If you kept your toys anywhere in that house, god help you. I will not elaborate.
If you’re in the shower, he’d try to find a blindspot to watch you. Not a lot of luck on his part. He’s gonna just have to settle with smelling your body wash and conditioner.
And when you sleep, he’d smell you and excuse himself to your bathroom to jack off. Nothing more. He was scared to do more. He was overpowered by his fear of loosing you over his lust.
And if you so happen to find out about him, he’d be devastated. He couldn’t even avoid it with jokes. He would apologize as soon as he could muster the courage.
But he can’t look you in the eye without laughing as a defense mechanism so he’d have to write you a note. You need to know that he’s serious. Even if he does joke and laugh about it. He doesn’t mean to! He just doesn’t know what to do!
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carterashofficial · 1 year ago
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So, what is the difference between concrete and cement? I genuinely didn't know there was one.
Okay so 1- I'm not sober right now and 2- Concrete was one of my top 3 favorite college classes (along with botany and architectural history from early gothic to 1700s-ish. yes i had a concrete class. it was required for my major)
So *Cement (the OG stuff) is like. old as balls. its been used since the dawn of time and is like. water+ chalky rock stuff. it's got the structural integrity of a saltine cracker, so if you touch it wrong it crumbles, much like my self esteem.
Then the Roman came along, looked at *Cement, and thought "i wanna make it better" and then went and invented Concrete. The One True Big Deal OverPowered Concrete recipe used in Ancient Rome has unfortunately been lost to time. However- we know the basics. Cement + Water + Fly Ash + Aggregate (you might be thinking "hang on, cement is in concrete?" it always has been). So what are these things?
Cement: the basic ingredient. its cement.
Water: H2O preferably in liquid form
Fly Ash: well-done charcoal in a Supremely Fine Powder
Fine Aggregate: sand, essentially.
Coarse Aggregate: small-medium gravel
So you mix all of these things together and you get Concrete. Unlike the fragile cement, Concrete doesn't give a damn how you touch it unless you're a jackhammer. if cement is the crumbly saltine cracker, concrete is a graham cracker. Stronger, heavier, and overall better.
back to Ancient Rome.
So Concrete has been Invented and those Romans use it to build the Colosseum, because they could and no one could stop them. deep at the bottom of the Colosseum are concrete walls like 9 feet deep. Because their structural engineering can be summed up as "lets make it an arch" and that was it. It was the only way to hold up all those wall and different levels above.
You might now be thinking "hang on Carter, why don't other giant modern buildings not have 9' deep concrete walls. b/c thats ridiculous" It's because the Romans excelled at a lot of things, however they did not use rebar. rebar in concrete started in the 1800s, which led to the boom of Tall Buildings across the globe. Like the first Skyscraper was only 10? stories.
So now we have Concrete + Rebar. just about all Concrete you see in the wild has rebar in it. your sidewalk? rebar. Driveway? rebar. the in-ground pool? Rebar.
But in that below ground pool, its not just concrete. it's Concrete + Additives/Admixtures.
Additives/Admixtures: fancy schmancy chemically engineered compounds to change various things about the concrete, such as:
Concrete cures slower
Concrete handles the expansion/contraction of ice/water better
Concrete has a different Heat of Hydration temp
Colored Concrete (i've seen red for fire lines, aka STOP DIGGING)
Before I continue, i need to explain Heat of Hydration. when the cement, the primary ingredient in concrete, cures (goes from gloop to solid), it lets off heat. it gets hot. Spicy Cement. This is why when you get cement/concrete on your clothes or skin, you're supposed to wash it off ASAP. its corrosive AF and will give you a chemical burn. which like, no bueno. supremely no bueno.
So now you know of Cement and it's better, stronger child: Concrete.
Cement is the flour of the cake that is concrete. Flour + Water? sad saltine cracker. Flour + Water + Sugar? Graham Cracker. Flour + Water + Egg + Sugar? Cake.
You mix your cement with water and aggregates and fly ash and then you've got your concrete. to make it Extra Strong, pour it over rebar. And then wash off wherever it splashed.
Now my final note: in stores across the US you can find bags of lies called 'Quikcrete'. these are not concrete. these are cement. There is no aggregates. no admixtues or additives. Despite the wrong name its a decent product. holds up fence posts really well even when you have a dog that spent 11 years trying to become one with the fence.
Now next time someone complains about the 'cement' or whatnot being chipped, you can turn to them, the soul of an ancient roman engineer in your eyes, and go "its concrete"
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finremi · 3 months ago
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One of the dolls I've wanted ever since I first got into Integrity and saw her: Taliyah Harper (Head Over Heels) from the Meteor line.
I won the lotto for the 'Step and Repeat' set with her and Kieron, but the OG Taliyah needed to have a home with me. Promptly released her hair and gave it a soft wash and tbbh, it looks so much better than the box style. Won't do much more with it because I like how it looks.
The sad thing is that the head is loose on the neck peg -I don't know if that's due to the weight of her hair or just got a defective product- so it automatically tilts back and to the left side; and her hands are too loose inside the wrist sockets, so her hands don't stay in for very long.
Planned on rebodying her anyways to the East 59th body (similar in bust size but doesn't have the Color Infusion-style rump) ever since I saw her because the only other body I can think of that would match her is the 'Fresh Princess' Keeki from a couple years back if I wanted to keep her in Meteor parameters. Which isn't outrageously expensive in a relative sense, but I don't particularly want to spend $150+ for a doll body, even if she comes with the elusive flat feet for the taller lines (Meteor/FR/NuFace).
(Also, according to W Club folks, she's not FR Black but actually closer to Light Honey. Checked her against one of my FR Black Poppies and True bodies and yeah, checks out, so options are... limited. The new Della Roux works and it'd be easier to get just the body off of eBay for a reasonable price now than later, if the older Dellas, even the nude ones, are anything to go by)
But then again, the upcoming one in the aforementioned gift set is going to be on FR 6.0, so whateveeeeeeeerrrrrr...
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mariigoldzz · 2 months ago
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tears of the kingdom story I came up w before the game came out (not really a rewrite I just wanted to share)
(this idea is messy and still being edited because I found problems w the og I wrote in 2021. Ite about the same with a few changes. THIS IS JUST THE GENERAL PLOT!)
7 years after breath of the wild, link and zelda go under hyrule castle, and find ganondorf. Zelda falls blah blah blah and link's arm is torn off.
Zelda awakens washed up on a river far beneath the ground. The water is a bright turqoise color and the ground is black. The area around has minimal light. The only light sources are the huge scalactites and stones that glow shades of blue, green, purple, n white. on the sides of this underground world. All Zelda has is a beat-up mastersword, unlit torch, and a water container. She follows the river ane comes across a Civilization …of…the zonai. The zonai and sheikah were allies in the first imprisoning war. They were dedicated to the goddess of courage, Farore, and Hylia, the goddess of like everything. Blessed by the powers of the ancient past, the Tribe could keep ganon at bay. The first king was a dictator and feared the combined power of the sheikah and the zonai. He proposed two options.
One Tribe had to keep ganon at bay underground forever and never step foot in hyrule again.
They all die. The zonai decided they would go underground to keep ganon there. The king had actually lied to the sheikah and tried to kill them all (didnt work) A cultural without of the zonai on the surface ended up with the memory of the zonai to fade overtime. History was slightly rewritgen to esnure that no one remembered them.
The zonai sacrified their future generations to actively use their powers 24/7 toKeep ganon at bay. Their Civilization has books and stories of the world above. Describing it as some paradise. Some zonai are angry at their ancestors. Everyone there lowk wants to leave but they have accepted their fate.
the zonai Tribe Speaks of a legend that "one with the image of hylia, and her knight will come to restore the land. " botw zelda lookes the most like the statues of hylia, Link also has the spirit of the hero. The zonai Tribe freaks out because the legend of hylias image or whatever is true…theres a maiden from the surface with the face and powers of hylia.
Some sheikahs fled underground out of fear and created their own small civilization. These sheikah worship the goddess of wisdom, Nayru.
So remember how all of botw's shrines dissapeared? They all went underground. If Zelda helps them fix all of the shrines and make them go back to the surface, they may be able return to hyrule. That's zeldas role and yes u can play as her.
Ganon is back and uses his power to conquer hyrule for the time being. The only way to stop him is to unite courage and wisdom.…or so they think…
Meanwhile, Link is given a new fake arm by Monk Maz Koshia. This arm comes with REAL sheikah abilities like duplicating yourself, and (LIMITED TIME) shapeshifting. (Will work on this) He is informed of the real history of hyrule. Link wants Zelda back but there's just a teeny tiny problem. Hyrule castle can't be reached at all and the other Regions are suffering. Link has to restore the balance of wisdomm courage and power (w the help of Sidon, riju, teba, etc,) to the land before getting to hyrule castle. We learn bits and pieces about his life during the 7 year gap and even small bits of lore from 100 years ago.
Back to Ganon, he's now human again. This ganon actually doesn't want total control of hyrule. He just wants to break demise's curse. His main priority is to find the bearers of the triforce. (Link and Zelda)
My Demise's curse made it so those who hold wisdom, courage, and power cannot co-exist together without chaos ensuing. One side HAS to be stronger than the other. The sides can team up, but they cannot peacefully co-exist in the mortal world.
Link and Zelda find out they bear courage and power about halfway thru the game and convince ganon to team up w them and find another way to break the curse. After completing the sheikah quest, everyone can travel between the underground snd the surface.
The trio discovers that the only way to break the curse is for NO sides to be stronger than the other or for only one side to come out as Victorious. . Hylia bestows upon them something called "the last resort." a candy like thing which will remove the triforce from someone. The catch is that they leave the mortal world forever/die.
so there are two choices:
Have only one person live and the other two die
They all die at the same time.
The three agree to leave everything behind for the sake of the future. I have ideas on how they all die by the end of the game. All their deaths reflect wisdom/courage/power
Ganon takes it first. He turns to stone and crumbles to the ground.
Link starts straight up crying for the first time. Zelda tells him she loves him. He tries to reach or or say something but he can't and just grabs her hand and falls to his knees. Zelda holds the mastersword up and starts withering as she cries as well.
Purah slams open the door open and gasps as the screen fades the black…
Obviously there's way more things to the story but thats the general idea. I drew some monsters and animals for the underground world. So ya tell me what u think
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spinningbuster98 · 1 year ago
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I love this game
I REALLY love this game
If I had to choose a favorite game of all time then I feel it would come down to either Sonic 3 & Knuckles or this one, the former shaped my gaming tastes during my childhood while the latter did the same for my adolescence
I have a lot of great things to say about this game, but also some negatives as well because no game is perfect and this is very important to remember especially in the case of games that have become so universally beloved that people have come to believe they have no flaws or areas to improve, which is never truly the case
I think the first thing to note about Super Metroid, and one of its most beloved aspects, is its atmosphere and general aesthetics
It's often said that Metroid has a dark and foreboding atmosphere and nowhere is this more evident than in Super Metroid
This game's spritework is detailed, grotesque at times. Its locations dark, eerie, grimey, organic. The colors are dark yes, but not washed out, in fact I'd say the color pallette is rich just enough to keep the game from looking dull while not compromising the element of general creepiness and darkness
The music is booming, melodieìc, creepy, cavernous, everything in this game is meant to make you feel like you really are going deeper and deeper into the inner bowels of an alien planet
I especially love how the overall artstyle feels like an evolution of Metroid 1's: the old Tourian looks like an SNES upgrade from the original, as does the beginning of Brinstar and the returning enemies from that game, though of course guys like Ridley and Kraid have been given massive redesigns. It really drives home the idea that this is Metroid 1 but MORE, it tells you "hey remember this place on the NES 8 years ago? Yeah here it is now like you remember it but looking better than ever". It truly is SUPER Metroid. Just compare this with how Zero Mission just completely altered the artstyle for something much more stylized and cartoony
The beginning acts are just a masterclass in atmospheric setup: from Samus narrating the prologue while mostly encased in shadow while the game's unnerving theme plays, to the Ceres Colony being all dark and lifeless with only the low humming of machinery keeping you company, to how deserted and foreboding Crateria looks at first before springing to life. A true masterpiece
I mentioned before that no other game after the original trilogy managed to truly recapture this kind of atmosphere and I believe it's true: no other game feels this ominous, so foreboding, so cavernous, so....dark. All the other 2D games after this usually go for a more....generic kind of atmospheric feel, the kind that checks a box off a list
Fusion can be creepy and unsettling yes...but the actual areas themselves are pretty standard
Zero Mission barely even tries to feel atmospheric, mostly just being really energetic and adventurous
Samus Returns and Dread, again, are a bit generic in the atmosphere department, save for specific moments such as the EMMI zones.
The Prime games on the other hand are indeed very atmospheric, even more than Super, but they mostly go for a different kind of atmosphere than that of the OG trilogy, which is all fine of course
I think a good way to illustrate what I'm saying is to compare the various versions of the Theme of Super Metroid that have been made over the years: they're all good versions in their own right, but none manage to capture that sense of pure menace, of sheer foreboding that the original has, rather mostly focusing on the more upbeat parts of the track
To change the subject: poor Kraid. He was the toughest of the two main bosses in the original game but now, despite having received a literally colossal redesign and looking more menacing he's actually much easier now and has been reduced to "first boss bitch". Unfortunately for him this is only the start of his misfortunes :P
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hellobunny044 · 1 year ago
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Panels. | Series
panel. in manga art, panels refers to the frame that wraps around one moment in time.
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an original Haikyu AU pairing Udai Tenma (the og little giant
warning!!: containing some manga content.
word count: 6937
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Panel - 6
Tokyo, Present Day
A coincidence to be thanked for... or is it more to be cursed at? Along the way, Udai only thought about that.
It was not that he regretted that of all the things that could have happened to him he had to meet Tsubasa. It was precisely because it was Tsubasa of all people that Udai wavered between cursing or thanking this coincidence. Really, of all the things that could have happened, why did it have to be another encounter with her? Of all people, why her?
But even so, there he was, and ended up following Tsubasa in her lunch.
When she asked about lunch, Udai honestly said that he had already had his lunch. But even after that, Tsubasa still asked him to join her. She said it was to repay him for the other day.
What made Udai so pissed off about it, was that he didn’t refuse the offer at all. A part of him was reluctant to leave, greedy to grasp this opportunity, greedy that he would have time to be with her again even if it was just to be there.
Time is cruel.
So is the fate.
In this panel, fate, in all its cruelty, has drawn little lines to bring to life a new story between him and Tsubasa, the last thing he wanted to happen.
Of all things, does he, who once deliberately walked away from the panel where they used to be connected, deserve to be here?
Even if fate eventually let Tsubasa decide, Udai hoped that this time, she would be the one to walk away.
But...
Damn. Even nine years couldn’t change anything about how comfortably warm it was when he was around her. It felt safe, soothing. Cruel.
“Udai-san, you will order dessert, right?”
Udai only answers with a hum.
“The Hokkaido cheesecake here is famous for being very good. How about that? Is that enough?”
And another.
The glimpse of what he was looking at was his first love. Sasaki Tsubasa, whom he remembered as the girl who completed the story of each panel in his youth with her presence. She was the one who brought an unforgettable blush of pink into the panels of his youth that had been dulled with dreary, static colors.
Sasaki Tsubasa, who nine years ago looked like a typical high schooler, now looks like a well-developed adult woman. She was beautiful, seemed competent in her work that he forgot to ask before. Then like any other mature woman, she wore just enough makeup with colors that only added to her beauty like magic, high heels that had a unique beat every time she walked. In truth, the high school girl of his first love had completely disappeared from what he could catch of her. But from her eyes, her voice, the atmosphere she brought with her, it was all Sasaki Tsubasa, his first love.
Sitting before her, it was like waiting for a big wave that carried all the memories of his youth to wash him away. The very first encounter, the confession, the first date, the first kiss, all the things that Udai first tasted in a dozen years of being a whole human being, were spent with Tsubasa. It was also about the first big mistake he made, the first regret, the first heartbreak. This very woman before him had it all packed with her.
Facing her, Udai felt helpless amidst the rushing of emotion that filled all his senses.
He shouldn’t have come back, he repeated mentally many times.
He doesn’t deserve to come back, he repeated.
“Udai-san wa—”
His reverie was over and the world returned to what was before him.
“— are you going to be quiet-for-some-time-before-you-finally-speak too this time?”
Her eyes were on him, looking at him kindly. Still like the old days, she still feels so near, really. Udai almost forgot that she was waiting for her answer.
“Are you really okay with the dessert we ordered earlier?”
“Hm?”
“You just answered it so casually when I told you the menu… like you somehow didn’t even mean answering the question. It made me think that maybe I was too pushy that you didn’t have time to decide or even consider.”
“No. I’m fine.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
Finally, Tsubasa was convinced and stopped.
“Okay then.”
Udai actually wasn’t so sure that he was good enough at small talk. However, Tsubasa had insinuated it. Throwing a sign that he should talk. At the very least, asking something about the weather perhaps?
“It’s pretty sunny today, don’t you think?”
He was stupid.
Tsubasa’s gaze still trapped him, leading him further into the abyss of awkwardness. For real, what’s the point of saying clichéd things about the weather? What century is this?
To his surprise, a smile spread across Tsubasa’s face. Amusing. This time, it was Tsubasa who had the nerve to answer. Then she looked out the window to make sure.
“Sunny and hot,” she added.
They were seated at a table in a row near the transparent window that gave them closer access to the streets surrounding the restaurant.
Udai caught a faint smile that she rolled back before Tsubasa turned back to him. “But the summer is coming to an end.”
That smile was different from what he saw after she returned. Maybe it was just in his head, but there was something there that he shouldn’t have caught.
“You’re still so picky about the seasons?”
Tsubasa’s question was followed by a huffing laugh. Amusing. Like mocking, but a little more polite than that.
“I thought, as years passed, you might have matured a bit.”
Simply put, Udai did not like summer very much. The only thing he liked about summer was that during that time, they would get a holiday. And Tsubasa remembered that. Oh, he forgot to add one thing. Eight years ago, he loved his summer and everything that revolved around it.
“Well... summer is… hot.”
Tsubasa stormed off after that, “That goes without saying! Where is there a cold summer?”
There is. Sometime during the summer of eight years ago, when you were there. At least, even though it wasn’t cold, with you around, things became a little more refreshing. “Right.”
Tsubasa sighed, her smile staying. Amused at the fact that Udai still didn’t get along with summer. Deep down inside however, in a part of him that he was trying to avoid, Udai wished that the reason her smile still remained was because he was still the same.
“What about you, Sasaki?”
In the past, he could just casually call her given name. Tsubasa.
Now... well... It’s the little things like this that give connection its essence. That, one day when you’re parting ways, you’ll go back to the time when everything was back to scratch, and that all the time that was drained away back then, can never come back no matter how desperately you reach for it. That, from the pain it brings when you look back, will make you realize that in the future where you stand, it will never again involve the person you used to always involve in the first place.
In the panel where her world evolved, Tsubasa no longer involves Udai like she used to. And Udai, in a different panel where his world runs, had long ago deliberately closed off the path to involving her as well.
It was all his fault, he knew. Just like he knew that Tsubasa liked summer, unlike him.
“Do you still like summer?”
“Sure.” Her answer came smoothly without losing a single beat. Her smile was still, her gaze steady.
In contrast to Udai, Tsubasa loved the summer. Udai still remembered why. She liked summer because the days would last longer than in the other seasons, the sky would look bluer, brighter than usual, and she said, the scent of the earth would be more sniffable — that was surely an odd one. Udai couldn’t remember if he had any memory of Tsubasa being so melancholy about such things, but she did.
Udai also remembers the winter being her least favorite season. The reason was simple: it was cold. Well... you don’t get warm winters anywhere in the world. He still remembered about Tsubasa who didn’t like her hands getting cold, didn’t like padding, and especially about her always losing her hot pack almost every five minutes. Seriously, though. Udai had to stop thinking before he fell into a forbidden desire and said something nonsense.
Soon after that he changed the subject. This time, however, he started over quite nicely.
“You work around here?”
He didn’t know if it was just in his mind, but for a moment, Tsubasa looked lost. Her answer was also a little off, a nod. However, she soon smiled. An answer followed shortly after,“Yes.”
Udai nodded his head. “Close around?”
“Ten minutes by walking.”
“Oh?”
“I often have lunch here.”
Exactly what she wanted to ask.
“Are you stopping by the Weekly Shonen office?” Tsubasa asked back.
“Oh? Yes.” Udai nodded.
Humming, Tsubasa added a new question, “Dropping off the latest volume’s manuscript?” She quickly continued after that, “Or perhaps something else?”
“The first one. Yes. I have a little business related to manuscripts and publishing.”
Tsubasa responded with a hum while nodding slightly.
Seconds rolled by, slowly but surely. Between them, silence slowly settled in. However, Udai did not let it linger too long as he continued their little question and answer session.
“Are you on your lunch break?”
Stupid. Of course She is. What do you think she was doing here?
“As you can see,” Tsubasa smiled as she replied. “I guess you’re not too familiar with the strict schedules and rules of office workers like me.”
“Hm?”
Tsubasa chuckled, “You work and rest on your own accord, right? Even if for example you’re in a high demand zone this month, and the sketching of the latest volume of your manga is only given a month or two, you still have a higher level of flexibility in your working hours. You don’t have to deal with anything about long and hectic working hours or relatively little break time. You can rest all day or work all night to your heart’s content—”
Udai raised his eyebrows when Tsubasa suddenly stopped midway.
“Ah? Sorry! I didn’t mean to say anything about your work. I’ve talked too much.”
Confused, Udai quickly searched for something to say in response. “U-uh? No. It’s alright. It’s not that you said anything disrespectful about my work here.”
“I said everything as if I understood everything.” Tsubasa sighed, almost wincing. “Sorry for being rude.”
“Hm. No problem.”
The atmosphere returned to silence. The awkwardness returned between them. After seconds spent wondering what to talk to Tsubasa about next, the atmosphere was thawed by something Tsubasa said.
“You... haven’t asked about my work, Udai-san.”
“Huh?”
He remembered that he had never asked her anything about her work. But it wasn’t because he forgot or didn’t want to know about it, but rather realized that it was something too silly to ask, not to mention rude.
Udai wanted to know about her job like how she knew that he was a manga artist from one of the best-selling manga series. He wanted to know what office work she was referring to, like how she knew that if he came to the Weekly Shonen office, it meant that he had some business related to manuscripts and publishing. He wanted to know what time she worked and what time she would end, like how she knew that he had much more flexible working hours than she did. He wanted to know all that, so he was showered with guilt for being too inquisitive.
What was more surprising, however, was that Tsubasa suggested that he ask. It was as if she was giving him a way to satisfy all the questions piling up in his head.
“O-oh... well... Um... Yeah.”
“You should have asked that from the start. There was no need to be reluctant.”
Tsubasa paused, chuckling slightly, “Your face says it all.”
Everything? Even about the way I was overwhelmed when you were there and smiling like that, Tsubasa? Lie to me, please lie to me. Don’t let my hopes grow bigger for something I shouldn’t wish for. This is a catastrophe, especially for Tsubasa. Of all the people she should not have invited into her world, Udai should have been the first one she should have avoided. Of all the people who didn’t deserve half of her time, it was Udai who had the opportunity to sit with her today. He should really stop. You should stop before I break your heart again.
Their talk was interrupted by the lunch that had joined them on the table. For a moment, their worlds were distracted by the smell of the menu. Tsubasa ordered the main course, while Udai got the dessert that Tsubasa recommended. The Hokkaido Cheesecake.
For a moment, he wondered if all stores that served this menu really baked the cheesecake in a water bath or if there was another way to replace that process while maintaining the quality of the taste?
It was a silly pondering that would lead him nowhere. Not to find new inspiration for his manga, nor to take him away from the awkwardness that clung in between to fill the space between him and Tsubasa.
“Have a good meal!”
“Have… a… good meal.”
Really, everything was still the same.
The way she enjoyed her food, her little habits, everything seemed to be something pulled from every shard of his memory of her.
“Too bad you already had lunch before,” Tsubasa said between pauses, drawing Udai’s gaze back to her, “otherwise, you could try this menu for lunch. They sell this very well every day. It’s very delicious.”
But perhaps, Udai would prefer it this way.
“Next time, I guess,” Tsubasa said, not quietly and not reluctantly. But Udai didn’t miss how her fingers gripped the spoon a little tighter. Her smile came, a friendly greeting before what she was about to say followed. “You can invite someone to come here and make sure to order this.”
Subconsciously, Udai chuckled. “If I had time for something like that.”
Catching a gyoza with her chopsticks, Tsubasa muttered, “Right?”
Then, Tsubasa continued, “But you know... rather than about having or not having time, you can spare a little of your time, right?”
Udai stopped. No, the world stopped. Or, no, he stopped. His gaze was fixed on Tsubasa who slowly widened her eyes. Just as Udai was stunned by her words, it was either he was delusional or, Tsubasa looked more surprised than anyone else.
“Ah- I didn’t mean to—”
“No—”
“Really, I’m really sorry.”
There you go. Sasaki Tsubasa was still Sasaki Tsubasa at the end of the day. She looked down, her palms closing in front of her furrowed brow.
“It’s alright.”
Tsubasa sighed and immediately raised her head. “The weather must have made me think of all sorts of things. Again, sorry for being presumptuous.”
“Hm. It doesn’t matter. After all, some of what you said is true. But in my case, not only do I have no time, I also don’t have a special person that I have to set aside time for in particular.”
Udai did not know that she would say that much before she finally reached the end of her sentence.
“Oh?”
Yes, he was a freak.
Awkwardness crawled over every inch of his skin. Quickly wanting to get out of the awkward embrace before it clung even tighter, Udai racked his brain for something better to talk about. Staying there was not going to get him anywhere.
“Speaking of the work,” in a split-second pause, his brain spun faster to think of how to phrase the question a little more politely, “about your work…”
“Ah?”
Udai echoed Tsubasa’s nod, automatically following along as if it had been programmed.
“Ah, yes. I work for a startup company that specializes in IT,” Tsubasa then mentioned the name of the company.
“Ah? It’s that one, huh?”
“Right,” Tsubasa smiled.
“Ah, right. If I’m not mistaken, I saw the company building with their logo around here.”
“You know about our company?”
“Well… Yes, it was the talk of the town in the newspapers and on television.”
“Right?” Tsubasa’s smile expanded, sweet and pleasant.
Distracting himself from Tsubasa’s smile—as well as from the tightness in his chest—Udai quickly changed the subject, “How long have you been in Tokyo?”
“Almost three years.”
“Ah? Three years?”
Tsubasa hummed. “Um… Udai-san, I’ve been meaning to say this for a while,”
Udai paused, both eyebrows raised in anticipation of Tsubasa’s words, “Hm?”
“When I first met you…” Udai almost mistakenly thought Tsubasa was talking about the past if she didn’t immediately continue, “the other day on the mall, I barely recognized you.”
“Hm?”
“You know, your hair…”
Subconsciously, Udai immediately touched his hair when Tsubasa said that.
“They’re long,” Tsubasa continued, but now with a smile that followed right before she ended with, “very long.”
Suddenly, Udai was very worried about how he would look. Would he look like a beggar rather than the manga artist that he is, or would he look pathetic or weird with long hair. Tsubasa’s smile was sweet and pleasant, but it also brought out the nervousness in him. Was that pleasant smile really pleasant or pleasant in another sense…
Subconsciously, Udai had brought his hand to tidy up his hair a little. Nothing significant, just tucking the strands that almost covered his frame behind his ears.
He swore it was just a little, until he finally realized that he was paying too much attention to his appearance when, before him, Tsubasa was taking point about that. Something in her eyes quickly went away after he peeked there, quickly replaced with the sparkle of a pleasant smile that came as soon as she returned.
“I’ve noticed your hair since our first encounter,” Tsubasa continued, “but it seemed rude to say anything about it then. And I also wondered, even though summer is almost over, if you were okay with your hair being long— which of course you don’t have to think about.”
Tsubasa refocused on her lunch.
“Ah right, your friend the other day,”
Although of all the things he wanted to talk about, this was the last one, Udai had run out of topics.
Tsubasa looked back at him, a look of confusion.
“Your coworker,” Udai continued, followed by an understanding response from Tsubasa.
“Ah! Yes. Hatakeyama.” Tsubasa nodded, distractedly looking at Udai.
“You guys didn’t have lunch together?”
“No.” Tsubasa immediately followed with something that made Udai regret asking. “We usually have lunch together, but today he has some business with the deputy. It might take a while for him to join me.”
“Ah…”
Ten, no, a thousand times better if he didn’t ask.
“Hatakeyama,” Tsubasa continued, “he’s been at the company longer than I have. He had been working for almost a year when I joined. In a way, I’m basically his Kohai.”
Udai forced himself to smile, echoing Tsubasa’s smile that came afterward.
“Could it be because of that? Sometimes he really treats me like his subordinate and is all bossy, so annoying! Sometimes, he acts like a dictator too. But in his work, Hatakeyama is very reliable.” At the end of her sentence while expressing Hatakeyama, Tsubasa smiled. Udai knew that he had lost every right to feel uncomfortable when Tsubasa said something about another man, but it still felt unpleasant.
“Hatakeyama is truly a reliable Senpai—”
The world stopped right there.
Udai had noticed that before, about how in between the main course that she ordered were small pieces of octopus. He still remembered everything about Tsubasa, including that she had a severe octopus allergy. He also remembers that despite having a severe octopus allergy, Tsubasa sometimes forgets that she can’t eat octopus.
Now, she almost caught a small piece of octopus meat with her chopsticks. But with Udai there, who was quite thorough about it all, Tsubasa stopped.
Udai was holding her arm, gently gripping it to stop her.
“Octopus,” he muttered, “you... have allergy.”
“... hm?”
“You should have picked all the octopus aside before eating.”
For a moment, there was silence. Their hands were still touching each other. Only then, when Tsubasa said something, did Udai finally, immediately pull away, chest heavy.
“Oh? Octopus!”
Tsubasa’s gaze turned to her lunch. She sighed, “I almost got into big trouble,” she muttered, still inaudible, “you idiot!”
Then there was silence again. Udai and Tsubasa were both still working to process what was happening. Between the two of them, however, Udai was diligently outlining what had happened.
First, their hands touched at the most unexpected time. Her skin was soft and slightly moist, lotioned. Udai wondered if the scent of her lotion today would be the same as it was nine years ago—
Secondly, about the octopus that was always there while she was having her lunch like this, would Hatakeyama get rid of it all for her before she ate? He seemed to be so diligent to ruin his own mood.
Thirdly, it was either he was hallucinating or Tsubasa didn’t want to pull away. As his world came to a halt, he wondered if the same thing was happening to Tsubasa... or if she was really reluctant to break away—
“Udai-san,”
“Huh? A-ah, Yes?”
“Thank you for paying attention,”
It took Udai longer to take that one in. Her words were ambiguous.
“though I’m usually confident enough to eat by myself because I can handle things like this... well... maybe I forgot that I should have taken out all the octopus pieces first before eating.”
Udai only gave a short response.
“I’m surprised you could see that it was octopus.”
“Well... I just looked pretty well.”
“Is that so?”
“Well…”
“I thought you’d actually have problems with your eyesight because... you know what I mean... your job requires you to be awake in front of a computer for long periods of time— ah! But of course not always, right?”
“Hm. But you’re right about the staying-awake-in-front-of-the-computer-for-a-long-period-of-time part.”
“And?”
Udai shrugged, “Maybe... just not yet?”
Tsubasa frowned, her laughter following. Udai couldn’t help but smile, not when before him, Tsubasa was laughing so pleasantly.
“Please... are you really looking forward to when your eyesight gets bad because of your job?”
“Ah— of course not with the looking forward part. That would be a bit inconvenient.”
“Right?” Tsubasa sighed, “You always talk carelessly, Udai-san.”
Udai just laughed softly under his breath.
Tsubasa returned with a faint smile in her words after that, “I’m surprised you still remember.”
This meeting had been disastrous.
Udai’s smile faded. The amusing curve lost its glow, replaced with a pain laced with awkwardness.
“Thank you.”
Being there would not be good for him. If he stayed there, Udai would fall into a pit of hope. However, suddenly leaving would certainly not be polite. Perhaps, stepping away for a while would do.
“Hm.”
Udai mustered the courage—and honestly, the will—to excuse himself. “Excuse me a moment,” his hand awkwardly gestured in whatever direction was behind him, “I— the toilet.”
Tsubasa nodded. “Hm. You may go.” In fact, there was another smile after that.
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By the time he reached the restroom, the roar of water rushing from the faucet couldn’t even distract Udai’s world from his fast-roaming mind processing everything that was happening.
Truly, this encounter was a catastrophe.
Udai had no intention of thinking of Tsubasa as a catastrophe in his terms, however, her being there right now threatened to make him greedy and of all things, that was the worst that could happen.
Has it been eight years? Since the last time he saw Tsubasa, since the last time their panels connected almost as if they were melting into each other. Since then, since the moment Udai had decided to be the first to walk away and move on to a new panel without taking his feelings for Tsubasa, it was over. As for the two of them, they had already lost.
Rather than keeping Sasaki Tsubasa who had been like the sun against his eternal winter, Udai decided to elevate his ego. He was too proud to turn back, to simply admit that he was wrong. Or... to admit that he couldn’t if she wasn’t around.
At times like this, when time seemed to stand still on his watch, Udai couldn’t help thinking that if only he had stopped that day... but, for now, it was too late.
Staring at his reflection in the mirror, Udai returned to the flashing of memories that passed quickly.
“If I keep thinking back like this, and the same thing happens to her, what makes me think that she was alright?”
He had decided that his greed should not go beyond this. And at the very least, after this, he should apologize for everything and then disappear.
Udai washed his hands, washed his face and shifted his gaze to his reflection in the mirror. He was silent for a long time, wandering back to what Tsubasa had said earlier. Something about his long hair.
With his hands still wet, Udai smoothed his hair a little. At the very least, if he was prepared with a meaningless apology, he should at least try to look a little better, right?
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Returning, Udai stopped at the end of a table when he saw a familiar man join Tsubasa. Hatakeyama Jiro.
Hatakeyama Jiro. Itachiyama High graduate. Tsubasa’s coworker who had been working for almost a year when Tsubasa joined the company. And lastly, Hatakeyama is a reliable Senpai, she said. Oh, that last one is very helpful.
From where he stood, Udai, who was watching the interaction between those two, underlined a few things about Hatakeyama Jiro from his perspective: Unlike him who came in with a t-shirt and disheveled hair, Hatakeyama Jiro was neat in a shirt and a fine necktie even though their blazers were both black. His hair was neat, showing the dignity of a senior office worker.
He looked like a very dependable man.
Although Tsubasa found him annoying at times, he was warm to her. From the last time, the way he spoke to Tsubasa showed how familiar he was in Tsubasa’s terms.
Tsubasa smiled happily at something he said, then their hands met for a playful high five. Not to mention afterwards their fingers intertwined to celebrate whatever it was. Maybe it was just as he thought.
For a moment, Udai thought about leaving. He thought, even if he left after that, Tsubasa would no longer look for him if her lover was right there. But... he didn’t want to leave.
Tsubasa was smiling.
Was he greedy if he wanted to be there to share that smile? Even if this was the last time, was he too greedy?
Udai finally had an excuse to come back because he forgot his bag. Hopefully that would be a reasonable excuse.
“Oh? It’s Tsubasa-no-Senpai-san!”
“Oh? Udai-san, You’re back?”
Hatakeyama Jiro’s voice was the first to greet him, then Tsubasa followed. Udai answered them both with a hum.
One other thing he also underlined was that they were sitting separately. At a time like this, he should be sitting on... Hatakeyama Jiro’s side, right?
“Sasaki, move aside.”
“Hm?”
“You have no manners, do you? Are you planning to let your Senpai stand there?”
“A-ah... O-oh... Okay.”
Udai knew that Tsubasa moving aside was a sign for him to join her there, but he just didn’t expect that even now, he would have to sit side by side with her. Seriously? He was even convinced to immediately exclude himself from this panel, convinced that he would be the disrupter of Tsubasa and Hatakeyama Jiro’s lunch.
What after this?
It was quiet after Udai sat down next to Tsubasa until he heard Hatakeyama Jiro say something until after he finished ordering.
“It’s good to see you here again, Udai-san.”
“Hm. Me too.”
“Did Sasaki force you to join?”
Beside Udai, Tsubasa almost choked at Hatakeyama Jiro’s question.
“You really forced him to join?” Hatakeyama Jiro’s gaze turned to Tsubasa. His hand preceded Udai’s intention to shift the drink to Tsubasa. Despite his words, teasing, his actions spoke of all things considerate. Shifting the drink, handing her a tissue, and something about 'there, there. Drink slowly or you’ll choke again'.
Oh, he regretted coming back.
“— I- invited him to join to pay for the other day, you know! Besides, I didn’t force him to join.”
“Oh? Is that so?”
“Of course!”
Tsubasa sighed. She turned to Udai-who was scratching his head about the best way to leave this place right now— and said, “Earlier you asked about Hatakeyama. He made it to join me for lunch, I suppose?”
“Ah…”
“Oh? Udai-san asked about me?”
Welcoming Hatakeyama Jiro’s gaze that turned to him, Udai tried to smile despite having to force himself.
“Hm. He just asked why you didn’t come to lunch.” Tsubasa answered on Udai’s behalf, “Then I said you had business.”
Returning from Tsubasa, Hatakeyama Jiro added, “Yes. I had a little business before. Well, this kid is not so reliable—”
“Hey!”
“— so I have more responsibility to do this and that.”
“What are you talking about? I’m doing my part just fine!” Tsubasa fumed, almost throwing the chopsticks at Hatakeyama.
Hatakeyama sneered after hearing Tsubasa’s self-defense.
Udai didn’t feel like he belonged here. Rather than witness this lovely interaction between two lovers flirting with each other, he would a thousand times prefer to listen to Akaashi’s thundering critiques in the office. He regretted, truly regretted coming back instead of leaving when he had the chance.
“Say, Udai-san,” Hatakeyama Jiro’s call surprised him.
“Huh?”
“Was Sasaki really this annoying back in high school?”
“Huh?”
“Ha? Why do you ask such things, Hatakeyama?”
“Say, Udai-san, has she been this childish since then?”
“Huh?”
“Hatakeyama—”
“Ah, right. Udai-san is your Senpai, there’s no way he’ll be able to answer that objectively.”
You’re wrong. I was her boyfriend.
“Ah! You’ve talked way too much!” Tsubasa grumbled, catching a gyoza with her chopsticks and immediately feeding it to Hatakeyama Jiro forcefully.
“H-hey! Can you do it a little nicely?” With his mouth full of gyoza, Hatakeyama Jiro covered his mouth with his hand while grumbling to Tsubasa. “You really don’t have any manners to a Senpai— you could hurt my mouth!”
Still grumbling, Tsubasa muttered, “The gyoza is good. You should try it.”
“Sasaki,”
The other two returned to Udai.
“she’s kind.”
There was silence after Udai’s last words. A statement that answered Hatakeyama Jiro’s previous question. A late answer.
“Also... she is very bright.”
Udai couldn’t dare look at Tsubasa after saying his answer. It was nothing. Just a pure natural urge that came from within him to defend Tsubasa from all those accusations of having been the one who knew Tsubasa so well even if only briefly, the sentence passed his lips. Voiced softly without regret.
There was silence.
Hatakeyama Jiro was there to break the silence with his response. A hum, which was then followed by another questions. “Then, has she always liked reading manga? Like... have you ever caught her spending time reading manga?”
Now–
“Manga?”
– that’s new.
“Yes. Manga. Has she always been a manga maniac—”
“H-hey, Hatakeyama—”
“You know, Udai-san, this kid sometimes steals time to read manga in between her work breaks. She has a stock of manga in her desk drawer to read every break.”
“Oh, come on!”
“I don’t know about the details, but, clearly it’s something about Zombies…”
“This is your last warning, Hatakeyama.”
“Hora, something recommended to me, Sasaki.”
“What?”
“That manga you recommended— was it called Zombie Knight or something else?”
Tsubasa sighed, his eyes glancing at Udai before she said. “You know, we should talk about your timing next time, Hatakeyama.”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“Hatakeyama-kun, let me introduce you once again to Udai Tenma-san; the creator of Zombie Knight Zomb’ish manga that you were talking about.”
There was silence after Tsubasa introduced Udai to Hatakeyama Jiro once again.
Udai glanced at Tsubasa before he returned to Hatakeyama Jiro, deciding to lower his hand again after raising it awkwardly to greet Hatakeyama Jiro. Waving was certainly not a good choice. His laughter was thin and awkward, almost insincere.
“Ah! So Udai-san is the mangaka of Zombie Knight?”
“Well…”
“So what?” Tsubasa replied, “After this you’re still going to say that manga is only for kids?”
“Hey, come on! That one’s because you’re childish.”
“Ha!? Don’t make so many nonsensical excuses for your insulting statement!”
“Exactly.”
Hatakeyama Jiro turned to Udai, “Speaking of manga, it’s an honor to know that you’re the very author of Zombie Knight, Udai-san,”
“A-ah... thank you.” Udai said awkwardly.
Hatakeyama Jiro turned back to Tsubasa, “That’s why you’ve been reading Zombie Knight so diligently, apparently.”
“This kid,” Hatakeyama Jiro’s hand pointed at Tsubasa as he turned to the stunned Udai, “she really likes your manga.”
The world stopped once again.
“Not only that she kept it in her drawer, one day, she wouldn’t stop talking about your manga and gave everyone the hassle of having to listen to everything she said. Not to mention how every week she would go to the bookstore just to buy the latest edition— ah, last time you, remember? She also got the latest series of your manga to bring to the office.”
“H-hey! What’s so wrong with that? I have taste, you know! Besides, the story is that good!”
Udai created Zombie Knight Zomb’ish with a little hope that people—anyone—would be able to enjoy the stories and drawings he created with pleasure. Although something about zombies was definitely not something that would make someone read with a beaming face, he still hoped that there were those who looked forward to the manga wholeheartedly.
So far, through the small inspections he had done, seeing the public’s enthusiasm for his manga was something to be proud of. That his hard work was welcomed with open arms by manga readers.
About whoever’s part it was, no matter what age, Tsubasa was the part of it. However, that was before he realized that she was actually one of them. When he finally come to a realization, it only further fed his greed for something he couldn’t reach, shouldn’t.
Crap. Udai would never stop thinking about Tsubasa when he worked on his manga.
This encounter had brought too much catastrophe, truly.
His world was about the woman beside him, his eyes caught her. For a moment, he forgot that there was another pair watching them. His chest was tight. His heart throbbed painfully, desperately wanting to get out and leap into her palm, eager to be held tight like before. He had crossed the line. He was Greedy, too greedy.
In the world that go by on the outside of Udai’s momentarily dead world, realizing that he had been staring for too long, Tsubasa quickly shift her gaze away from Udai. Looking too confused to respond to anything that was going on.
“W-well... it’s not that it’s odd if I’m supporting something that my Senpai’s working hard about, right?” Tsubasa added, feeling uneasy, “After all, it’s written for everyone, all ages and I just like that it’s well-drawn—”
A second later, something happened.
Perhaps because of being too flustered, Tsubasa became nervous and accidentally nudged her glass and ended up spilling the ocha onto Udai’s t-shirt. A white t-shirt.
“Ah! Geez— I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! I really didn’t mean to!”
“There you go,” Hatakeyama Jiro said lazily.
“A-ah, it’s alright, it’s alright.”
Hatakeyama Jiro picked up the tissue box and hand it to Udai.
“Thank you, Hatakeyama-san.” Udai took the tissue and started wiping his t-shirt.
“Ah, what should I do about this? Udai-san, I really didn’t mean it, I’m sorry!”
Udai gave Tsubasa a glance. Compared to this, the fact that you read and liked my manga so much was still ten times more surprising. So, “Ah, it’s okay.”
Hatakeyama Jiro sighed, “That’s you, Sasaki. Always so careless.”
Tsubasa bit her finger, feeling guilty at what she had done to Udai’s T-shirt. Then, she decided to grab a tissue and help a little, but Hatakeyama Jiro held her back.
“You, stay still,” his hand held Tsubasa’s, as the other grabbed the tissue from her hand and helped wipe the remains of the ocha on her table.
Udai���s hand movements slowed down watching that.
“You might spill the rest later. That would be twice as troublesome.”
Then, he heard Hatakeyama Jiro sigh again, “You’re as clumsy as always, Sasaki. What a mess you’re causing now.”
“Ah~ It was a white T-shirt.”
Hatakeyama Jiro’s words added guilt to Tsubasa’s shoulders, the next second, she began to shower Udai with words of apology until finally Udai was almost impatient when he answered. However, he quickly brushed it off and said, “It’s alright. I’m okay.”
It was nothing compared to what was going on the inside.
Tsubasa felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she watched Udai dab at the green tea stain on his shirt with a tissue. She had been so absorbed in her work that she hadn't noticed her ocha was precariously perched on the edge of her desk, and had accidentally knocked it over with her elbow.
Tsubasa hung her head in shame, mortified at her mistake. However, Udai was quick to come to her aid. "It's alright. It was just an accident," he said.
Hatakeyama Jiro, however, had other plans about it, “You should at least do something about it, Sasaki,”
“Huh?”
“Well, like for example, you take it home and wash it yourself. It’s only fair,”
“Oh, it’s alright. No need to bother.” Udai cut in immediately. “After all, there aren’t that many stains.”
That’ll be a very bad idea.
“... Very well, I’ll… I’ll do it.”
Udai paused for a moment, almost tempted by the idea. But he quickly shook his head, “No. There’s no need to be bothered about it. This is enough.”
“But as Hatakeyama said before, it’s only fair that I wash your t-shirt after spilling the ocha.”
But Udai shook his head, insisting it wasn’t necessary. Before Tsubasa could argue more, Udai’s phone rang.
The phone was on the table. Udai spent a few moments thinking before taking the call. His hand was careful as he picked up the phone, as if hiding something evident there.
At a glance, he saw Akaashi’s name on the phone screen so he immediately answered the call. Another matter was waiting for him somewhere. That day, Akaashi was his savior. He would thank him later.
That was how Udai had finally been able to exclude himself from that panel, forgetting that he had not been able to offer any apologies.
.
.
Extension.
.
Some minutes before
“Excuse me for a moment, I— toilet.”
“Hm. You may go.”
After Udai’s back disappeared from her sight, Tsubasa slumped limply in her seat. After quite a while just burying her head in her palms, also cursing herself, she finally lifted her head and straightened up.
Her eyes moved from the pile of small pieces of octopus meat on a small plate to her wrist. Something in her eyes spoke of the intense sadness that was going on inside her chest, like the rain before a storm. The warmth of his touch enveloping her wrist was, inexplicably, colder than the last time she could remember.
But just a little, Tsubasa was happy. At least, Udai still remembered some things about her.
In the middle of her reverie, her phone rang. Hatakeyama Jiro’s name on the screen. “Moshi moshi?”
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“Sasaki? Where are you? At the usual restaurant? I’m near, I’ll join you.”
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“Eh? Weren’t you going to have lunch with Matsuda?”
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“She went to have lunch with her team. She said they are going to talk about the month-end project.”
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Talk about bad timing.
Tsubasa sighed, “You know, Hatakeyama, about that, you should pay attention to your timing after this.”
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“Ha? What are you talking about? Just wait right there, I have good news.”
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Perhaps, with Hatakeyama around, the atmosphere between her and Udai would be better. After all, she also wanted to know what good news her coworker had brought after a conversation with their vice director.
Putting away her phone, Tsubasa’s eyes wandered to where she last saw Udai’s back had disappeared. Making sure he hadn’t returned from there or from any other direction, she checked out what she was carrying in her small bag. She pulled out a small mirror and began to tidy up her appearance.
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Udai closed the water faucet after drying his hair and face with a tissue. One last check to make sure his appearance was a little better than before, and he confidently walked out of the restroom.
Just before he rejoined Tsubasa, Udai stopped. Then he changed his direction. Instead of joining Tsubasa right away, Udai decided to stop by the cashier.
“Can I help you?”
“Ah,” Udai mentioned the number of the table where they were seated, “If that woman sitting right there orders the lunch menu like she ordered today on the other day, please tell the chef to remove the octopus pieces from the menu. She has a very bad octopus allergy.”
“Ah, alright then. I’ll let the chef know right away.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Udai and the cashier bowed to each other.
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“The nightmares we choose for ourselves” PLEASE!!
this one's a call of duty wip !! it's the. timeline fuckery one. where i basically attack canon with a pair of scissors and make a collage out of it <33 but i DO have some scenes written, mostly just the end when the characters from both the reboot and og timelines get to meet themselves <333
Simon stood in space. Stars wheeled overhead and below, clustered in colorful nebulas in explosions of color and light.
And across from him stood…himself.
Ghost was holding himself the same way Simon did; weight evenly distributed on each foot, gaze constantly shifting from person to person and window to door. Ready to act at a half second’s notice.
Simon could see the moment Ghost noticed him; a slight stiffening to the shoulders, a straightening of the spine, a subtle slide of the foot to gain a better defensive stance. All miniscule tells, but to Simon, glaringly obvious, a blinking neon sign.
Were Simon’s tells always this clear, or was it simply because he knew to look for them? He could read the other Ghost like a book; the subtle tilt to his head as he sized him up, the tension in his shoulders as he decided if Simon was a threat. He could read the other Ghost and see how he himself was being read; another tilt to Ghost’s head as he clearly came to the same conclusion as Simon.
“You’re the other one.” His voice took Simon off-guard. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but this wasn’t it: soft, rounded at the edges, like a stone worn smooth by a stream. But behind it was that edge, that gentle tone of danger. Even from a different world, that was still the same, with perfect, striking clarity.
Simon wasn’t sure what to say. What was there to be said? Here he stood, before someone who was his double in nearly every way, who likely already knew what he was thinking because he was thinking it, too.
“How’s the team?” was what he said at last, rough, abrasive voice grating against Ghost’s softer tone.
“In one piece. Thanks to your man.” Your man. Did this Ghost know what Johnny meant to him? He must; he was Simon, after all.
“Yours did good work here, too,” Simon said, though they both knew Captain Mactavish wasn’t his.
They fell silent, as they both preferred, simply studying one other. Ghost had sunglasses over his mask to veil his eyes, something that Simon had done himself on occasion. He liked it when nobody could see his eyes, but hated how it limited his field of vision.
It was unnerving, the way he was so very much like himself. The mask, the name, the way Ghost stood. He was a dead man walking, they both were. Had he suffered the same things Simon had suffered? He must have; why else would he wear the mask, and stand like that, like an attack might come from any direction?
For a moment, Simon looked at Ghost and Ghost looked at Simon. A pair of reflections, a pair of echoes. For the first time in his life, Ghost could peer out into the darkness and see his own face looking back at him.
Then Simon broke the silence, voice as haggard and vulnerable as he would allow it to be in the empty space between worlds, where stars flickered under their feet and where there was nobody to hear but himself.
“Were we better off dead?”
Ghost paused for a moment, hesitated, looked Simon up and down, and Simon knew he wasn’t just seeing him standing there. He was seeing the coffin, the choking dirt, the dead bodies in the flat in London, the rivers of blood staining his hands, so much of it that he could never wash it all off. The nightmares. The kills. The missions, one after another after another, because the war never ended, not really, not for him. Not for them.
“I don’t know. Maybe we were.”
And there wasn’t anything else to say, not after that. Simon sighed, felt the universe sigh with him, and dipped his head in acknowledgement. A few feet away Ghost did the same, and had Simon been able to see his eyes, he would have seen himself reflected there, just like everywhere else.
And then the stars and the mirrors melted away, and Simon woke up.
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benefits1986 · 2 months ago
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yassesss
When the yes comes after a legit "akala mo" no, that's magic.
Have not been shitting out here lately because I'm still trying to contain one of the best YES I got this year. Chenen! Answered prayer #1, DONE. Opaqqqqq ol ye f8ful vibes because that means, 'yung simbang gabi, puwedeng ibang wish 'pag na-complete 'yung 9 mornings with feelings.
The YES came nonchalantly last weekend over my simple pa-HBD sa kapatid ko na ka-bday ang asawa niya. LELS. While I wanna reveal this bit, I'll put it off kasi it's not my story to tell since nga 'di naman 'to prayer for me. HIHIHI. Siguro, badly put, this is a birthday pa-surprise ng kaitaasan sa kapatid ko saka sa asawa niya.
Why do I share this? Proof of concept that totoo pa rin talaga ang isa sa mga faves kong pa-passage: Walk by faith, not by sight. And patunay din 'to na even when mother dragon, the OG taga-pray ng matitendeng intentions for a crazy fam ay expired na, kaya na namin. I joked dad nga na ang galing niya mag-pray. HAHAHAHAHA.
Gah. As a mainipin and madali ma-bore na sentient being, sobrang pakak neto. Kasi timebound din 'tong thingggyyy na 'to, kaya naman, prayer #2, ano na? CHZ. Hahahahaha.
Baka YES na rin sagot para maiba naman? HUY. NKKLK. It's actually a crazy intention kasi naman mhiemaaahhh, kadire. 'Yung parang 'di lang come from behind. Parang out of this galaxy na talaga siya. Lampas milky way, ganern. But, wait! There's more. Mag-add ka pa ng plus points kasi naman mhieeemahhh, JIC matupad 'to, choogadoog na talaga me because... abangan.
2024 has been a crazy good year because andaming naganap at hindi naganap. Totoo rin talaga na when the universe hits you really hard with a legit NO, that means some things are not meant for you. Even when you feel like, eto na 'yun... NO e. Periodddtzzz. And looking back, since September is halfway through na, I must say that this year is pivotal from the kaibuturan.
I remember having a "gratitude" list ages ago when I was in a super dark, delulu walang solulu era. So, let's try to unearth this. What am I grateful for apart from the solid YES na YES?
Dad and I healing galing emyyyy together, thanks to biking, kanin with ulam, doggos, him driving me around, atbp
Seeing my brother shape up even when it's not his cup of tea at all
My "isang pindot ka lang" washing machine
Witnessing how my mid babe, Vidi, fighting his advanced stage skin cancer
Feeding Vidi human food na gusto niya after 12 years of restricting him (LOLLOLL)
Accepting the fact that Vidi's days are bonus days, but trying my best to be with him in "YOLO" way
Hirit na baka kaya niya pa ng 5 years pero joke lang 'yun, but, malay mo naman, 'di ba? LELS. LUL.
Pagkarga with feelings ng mga Gen Alpha like E and McQueen. JUSQ. And pagpapatunay na kaya kong kumarga ng bata na kinakakagulat ng madlang people kasi nga, totoo pa rin naman na I fucking hate kids, however...
Vidcall every other week with my soul sis even when super introverts kami since 17 y/o na 'di talaga kami mushy at clingy sa isa't isa. In fact, this year lang namin 'yan ginawa as diesel girlies
Rediscovering food na 'di na siya lasang papel. HUY. Hahahahahahaha.
Back to red hair na akala ko naman jump from mom's legit kakulay hair color since June; but no, sabi ko deep red, then poof, my current color is exactly mom's shade of red hair when she was in her prime. Ending: Ayoko masyado na naman tignan sarili ko sa mirror, pero 'di naman na dahil spiral. More of takot me kasi kamukha ko na naman siya lalo. LAGOTTT. Mag-bait na raw ako. EMMMYYYY.
Found matcha peeps na legit na gusto ng nanapak na matcha. Apaka babaw neto pero basta happy ako diyan kasi usually talaga, coffee peeps ang earthlings. May comparison pa anong level ng matcha ang pinaka vibe, so pushhhh.
Pag-kalma kahit syempre, overthinking is lifer. Though, masasabi ko, may legit progress na ako dito.
Pagpili na iwas-iwas avoidant era kahit syempre, CTRL + ALT + DEL feelings = pak pero ayun nga, because of a reconnection with this ka-thing noon friend, eto na tayo
Biking. Biking. Biking. With a wonky B kahit paminsan lang talaga
Accepting this aging-defy-gravity-mo-mukha-mo body bit by bit; again, not insecure. Since pa-40 na tayo, nag-iba talaga siya and may bago na akong mission na sana ma-accomplish natin in the name of, slay-vage road to 4.0 kahit munti. Nothing fancy. Lahat natural at walang halong kemikal. KIMMMYYY.
So, what?
Let this be a tiny yet important note that being grateful beats the shit stick's hardest hits. I used to hang onto to this list, but I stopped kasi parang wala namang epekto noon. HAHAHAHAHA. Parang baliw lang ako na choosing to see the light even when my era is dark ages levels with bubonic plague na walang cure. That silent pandemic called "not dealing with grief"... you, bitch. Pero, as I choose to come in peace after 12 years, eto na tayo. Grief is a gift after the curse. And that gift is meant to be shared with people. The worst part of grief is not the permanent and unforgettable loss. The most fucked up part is the shame that I associated with it because all I saw was the irrevocable adios to my mother dragon, my deepest connection, to date. What's even worse than this is that I shut down people, places, and paganaps where I should have allowed grief to transform itself to stories that are super worthwhile. Why? Walang forever, so why bother?
What I'm slowly learning mala-biking with training wheels these days is that... shemay. Kaya ko ba ilapag here? Wait lang. Wait.
Even when forever is but a myth, the deontic truth remains: Time is but a construct, but stories, ought to live on, along with the lessons that make new stories more alive in full color. And that pain is part of a life well-lived by those who fought and those who choose to love. LUH. LUL. Kbye.
PS: Alsoooo, orchestrating 2 events in 2025. Both na personal projects 'to since super duper close ko mga 'to. One of them is in my legit na legit dream destination sa Pinas sa szn na pakak doon kaya naman, good luck and don't fuck it up. Sobrang taas na lalo ng costings ngayon tapos andaming EMYYYY NKKLK fine prints sa contracts. LOL.
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Hi! I know you’re obsessed with the JJK curses right now, but can I have some HCs about transfem!Kasumi please? (Either OG or Eriverse) (I love this HC but so little ppl have this so…)
Oh sure! Funnily enough, I have been thinking of her a bit whenever I think of Haruta because those two are linked in my head since they swap places in my JJK swap AU. Just two fun but pathetic trans characters hanging around in my mind lol!
I actually do adopt the transfem Kasumi headcanon in both OG JJK and the Eriverse! So she is canon trans in both my iterations!
-Okay, so first one that came to mind was about her hair (OG not Eriverse). I don't know where I read this or if this was someone else's idea that I thought I read in a wiki about Kasumi, but I thought that her mother would dye her hair darker colors to appear more "normal" since her natural blue hair color was a strange phenomenon (like Yuji's pink hair).
I think it would be neat if Kasumi's mother forcibly dyed her hair black/darker colors to try and fit in with society. Kasumi was okay with this for the most part because I can see her having the idea as a kid that blue/blue colors are for boys and so even though Japan still sees darker colors like black as a more masculine color, having black hair would have still been better for her than blue hair for the time.
So for a long time I think Kasumi didn't like her natural blue hair until the whole "of course you have blue hair and pronouns" meme started to get really popular. I can see her learning to love herself through memes like that, that poke a lighthearted spin on gender.
-I see her still dressing in a masculine way (suits, pants, never really wears dresses or more fem presenting items). In both versions of Kasumi I just see her more comfortable in masc clothing than fem clothing, though she definitely went through a phase where she wore nothing but dresses and skirts to try and figure things out.
-I think it would be neat if Eriverse Kasumi could dye her water hair with like regular food dye or whatever simple stuff like that. It would be like wash out hair dye for her. She will play with different colors but during pride month she always does her best to keep the trans colors in her hair (she has to redo the colors every day because they mix together within 24 hours but it's super easy for her to wash out the dye then put in more so it's not a hassle for her to do this).
-You know what, I'm just gonna keep on going on about her hair because she probably sees that as one of her most important parts of her. I like to think she used to have no bangs, so would just part her hair, but got fed up with it one day and just took scissors to her hair and gave herself bangs, which is why her hair is so uneven and choppy. She loved how it looks and now she does her hair all herself and plays with different lengths on different sides all the time!
-I don't see her as a makeup girly. She probably only wears like mascara or something small like that, but I don't see her wanting to wear a lot of makeup. She probably has done makeup nights with Mai and Momo though!
Honestly it would be funny if Todo helped her with her makeup whenever Kasumi actually wants to wear makeup. You KNOW Todo is on top of that shit and knows what he's doing! (also considering most of the girls hates him for just smelling nice or whatever it is, I can see them hating him for also knowing more about makeup than them. At least Momo hates Todo for know more about makeup than her lol).
-I don't think Miwa is the type to really mind about being misgendered by accident. See, Muta is probably someone who gets real upset about being misgendered whether it was an accident or not, and holds onto that upset feeling for a while. Miwa on the other hand is a lot more casual and never holds it against people, even if it's on purpose it really just slides off of her.
Not saying that this is a strong suit of hers or even a good thing. She just has such a low self image of herself that she doesn't think it really matters that people see her one way or another.
-However, that being said, once more and more people started calling her by her preferred gender pronouns and name, she was ecstatic and happy beyond belief! Now she just needs her friends to teach her to be more assertive and to care more about herself and how people treat her (definitely something that Mechamaru is going to try and teach her).
-Don't know if this counts as a trans headcanon or not, but if Kasumi somehow was alive in the Era of Rebirth (she wouldn't be because it is so far in the future) she and Fluttershy would be good friends! I put this hear because I know a lot of people headcanon Fluttershy as also being trans, and while I don't fully subscribe to that headcanon (I do like it though), it just feels neat to add as I think Fluttershy would have a lot to learn about herself and dealing self image issues from Kasumi who, by that point, would have been a lot better at self love.
-Definitely transhet. I don't know why but I don't see her liking girls in a romantic or sexual way. She probably sees them as cute like Momo does, but just prefers guys/masc presenting people.
-If she becomes friends with either Eve or Pav for whatever reason (maybe one of them teach at Jujutsu Tech or something), I can definitely see her asking them to make her hair shorter in an illusion so she can see if she likes it without committing to it. Because she has definitely had impulsive thoughts to just cut all her hair off and start from scratch.
For OG Kasumi, she also has had these impulsive thoughts, but she doesn't have someone like Pav or Eve to do an illusion so she instead just tries to control herself because if she doesn't like her short hair she can't just regrow it back quickly (she wants to be masculine and feminine at the same time, and honestly just wants to be really fluid in her gender while still identifying as a girl. So probably she could be seen as more genderfluid or something like that, but she prefers to just use the trans label and sees herself on the binary).
-Not a trans headcanon, but I kinda see Miwa having reaction problems. Like she has a really slow reaction time, and so she uses her New Shadow Style technique (or whatever it's called) to boost her reflexes. It's not just physical, but also mental slow reaction times. There's definitely been moments where she just doesn't respond to people talking to her directly for a few seconds because she is trying to process what is being said to her.
This has definitely caused her problems in her life, but thankfully the friends she has around her now are pretty used to this and give her all the time she needs (unless it's a seriously dangerous situation, then they kinda push her, but in that situation I see her using her simple domain a lot and so it's not as bad as it could be).
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Okay! That's all I have for now! A lot of these have to do with her hair, and I just think that's pretty neat because I don't think any other trans character I have puts THIS much care into their hair. Like Gwen and 1010 definitely care about their hair, but they also do other stuff in their gender presentation to try and pass/feel right.
Kasumi on the other hand only care about her hair in her presentation. Probably her voice too to be honest, but I can kinda see her having gone on puberty blockers at a young age and small dose hormones with parental consent (in both OG and Eriverse) so that she doesn't actually have to do much voice training to sound more like a girl compared to someone like Gwen who had to do a LOT of voice training to get her voice where she wanted it (or even Zimelu who was just able to physically alter her voice bank).
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fandommothlady · 6 months ago
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I want to apologize in advance for how long this is! You inadvertently poked a brain itch and it demands to be scratched. (And of course there's no expectation that you use any of these! Just wanted to throw them out. Also most of them are about Mikey because I absolutely pick favorites and I am not ashamed, but anyway-)
Mikey has vitiligo! To match his markings!
All the boys are Blasian.
Mikey has 3C hair and cannot for the life of him stick to a hairstyle so he usually just ends up tying a bandana around his head and calling it a day. But he WANTS a cool hairstyle - something really colorful that looks like a rainbow threw up on his head - he just lacks the sitting-still ability required for the beaded box braids he's been eyeing online. Or for any one of the fifty billion cornrow designs he's been drawing obsessively. And he also knows for a fact that he's going to want to change everything he picked immediately after the hypothetical hairstyle is finished. So. (Maybe he'd do something with beaded bangs? And a half-braided, half-curly situation? I dunno. I'm just rambling now.)
Mikey tried dying his hair once on impulse but April caught him with the bleach and smacked it so hard out of his hand the floor cracked on impact.
Mikey's a punk when it comes to clothes. And I don't mean that in the trendified, spectacle kind of way the industry has turned it into - I mean OG, DIY punk where you rip your clothes up then stitch them back together the way you want them and make your own pins and buttons and patches and you paint and dye everything the colors you like and nothing you own looks like it did when you bought it. It's all super colorful and some people hate it but Mikey's too busy having the time of his life to even notice. (All of this, of course, also applies to his million-and-one bandanas, even if the primary color is almost always orange.)
Raph wears very pretty eyeliner.
Mikey doesn't wear makeup but he does put stickers everywhere including on his face. And of course he draws on himself and his things. And also on other people's things. And on other people. (Leo has a rainbow unicorn on his cheek. He does not wash it off.)
Donnie wears shoes a size too big because he hates the way they squish his feet. He also wears his socks inside-out because he's a smart person with common sense who knows that the seams should be on the OUTSIDE.
what are some of y’all’s favorite design traits / headcanons for human versions of the rise boys? I started writing a Rottmnt human au + foster au for funsies and I need ideas for their appearances :3333
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musicallyfollowersfree · 2 years ago
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What is the Runtz - The Best Runtz Strains of All Time
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The effects of cannabis that we can now buy online are far more potent than previously. It's not just about the impacts. In the not-so-distant past, two of the most notable cannabis strains, Zkittlez and Gelato, were mixed. Thus, we currently approach the strain named Runtz, which is a mix of indica and sativa.
Runtz is famous and available right now, and whether you like it or not, Runtz is having a second. Runtz is a strain that weds well with numerous different strains and has a ton of potential for making remarkable flavors and highs.
This smooth strain was appropriately named after the notorious crunchy candies. The potent plant sneaks up on you all of a sudden while elevating you with a sweet and fragrant flavor profile.
About Runtz 
It's also known as Runtz OG, and it's a rare hybrid that was first created by Cookies Genetics.
The lineage of Runtz consolidates Zkittlez and Gelato and carries with it terpenes that convey a sweet, unmistakable flavor profile. It's like citrus and candy meet a woody profundity that fulfills and prepares fledgling smokers for the same.
And beyond the flavor, Runtz has a high that leaves smokers feeling loose and eases anxiety and insomnia. Since the Runtz strain is an impeccably balanced hybrid cultivar with 19% THC content and no CBD content, you'll be loose and quiet in any circumstance, and you'll experience no difficulty nodding off.
Runtz was named Leafly's Strain of the Year in 2020 and is prepared to continue leading the pack in the coming years.
Appearance and Taste
Many individuals take a gander at the Runtz strain as having some sort of candy-like appearance. Runtz's small-to-medium frosty buds are also eye-catching, with colors ranging from dazzling greens to pinks and purples to almost black depending on when and how they're grown.
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Many individuals smoke Runtz because of how it tastes and smells. Opening a sack of flowers will instantly release its sweet, rich, and tasty fragrance, with a smidgen of subtlety on how it became cannabis.
Runtz Growing Tips
The Runtz strain is easy to grow both indoors and outdoors, in any event, for individuals without a ton of involvement. If you choose to grow this strain of weed all alone, remember that in spite of the fact that it could look guiltless, with its smell of fruits and candy, Runtz can make you unbelievably high.
The plant grows upward, and while growing it outdoors, you can expect a yield of around 600 g for every plant, while indoors the yield will be around 450 g for each plant. The flowering time of the Runtz strain is 8 to 9 weeks.
Effects of Runtz
Because of its parent strains, the Zkittlez and the Gelato strain, you may be alarmed by the general effects of anything that Runtz weed strain you get. It is notable for providing direct chronic pain relief while also providing a calm and balanced body high.
Most users who have tried Runtz claim that it provides an euphoric high that energizes the brain and is fantastic for creativity, and that after some time, unwinding washes over the entire body and being excessively dynamic becomes incomprehensible.
A powerful strain, in general, gives you that dependable loquacious, blissful, uplifted, relaxing, high feeling, which is ideal for people who are experiencing anxiety or who are suffocating in stress.
The possible adverse effects of Runtz are ordinary for weed, and that truly means that, assuming you are an accomplished smoker, you will not be astonished. Your mouth will become dry, and a similar thing will happen to your eyes. Simultaneously, the Runtz strain can have up to 29% THC.
It will not endanger your health in any way, but feeling a tinge of paranoia and anxiety while floating in space is unpleasant. Assuming you might want to stay away from such extreme encounters, go slowly.
Top Runtz Strains 
White Runtz
The White Runtz is one of the best-known strains of the Runtz family since it is one of only a handful of exceptional strains most often chosen by medical marijuana users.
The THC level of the White Runtz differs, however; it plays around 17% to 20%. In the same way as other items in the Runtz classification, this hybrid strain is known to have fruity flavors and a rich smell similar to that of the notorious OG Runtz.
Pink Runtz
This cannabis strain is one of the different aggregates of the first Runtz. Its huge notoriety comes from the way that the strain is delightful and has a one-of-a kind, sweet, fruity fragrance and a treat-like taste.
Notwithstanding, a few cannabis strain experts accept that this strain came from the parent strains Rainbow Sherbet and Pink Panties, crossing them. With a THC level of around 24%, this powerful Runtz strain offers a happy sensation, joined by a touch of chattiness and chuckles.
Rainbow Runtz
For a quieting body high with a kick of cerebral feeling—and, obviously, its pear-like pleasantness—you won't be frustrated with the consistently renowned Rainbow Runtz strain.
Because of its somewhat safe THC content, which ranges from 21% to 23%, this Do Si Dos x Zkittlez blend is positively destructive; you can expect a happy high without feeling all that inconvenience.
Forbidden Runtz
The Forbidden Runtz strain is an indica-dominant hybrid strain that is known to be delivered by cross-breeding Runtz and The Forbidden Fruit. It has more indica than sativa and is known for its distinct relaxed and stimulated effect.
Euphoria and languor are two of the reasons why medical marijuana patients choose it as their weed of choice; there's also its sweet, rich, and grapefruit flavor with a hint of tar.
Runtz Muffin
The Runtz Muffin, bred by Barney's Farm, is also a direct cross of the Gelato and Zkittlez, with Orange Punch as its third parent.
This is an indica-dominant strain with sativa characteristics, preparing for its tremendously high-quality cannabis-like effects of being relaxed, euphoric, and positively drained all at the same time. This is ideal for medical patients with stress, anxiety, PTSD, and any remaining similar conditions, however it sees fit quiets the body down.
Ending Note
If you're searching for a marijuana strain that will give you an exceptional smoking experience, look no farther than Runtz. Runtz is an extraordinary strain that is novel and has been viewed as having great quality in the pot world.
This hybrid strain is well-known for its sweet and fruity flavors as well as its potent effects. Runtz is an excellent choice for both experienced and inexperienced smokers.
If you find yourself perplexed and unsure about what to take, a better idea is to return to this page and see what the best Runtz strain is for you!
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charmixpower · 2 years ago
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Onyrix and dreamix opinions?
Ok so I haven't watched WOW, so I'm only gonna go off of the outfits
But first
Shouting out @/cuttoncandyhair who edited both WOW fairy forms to have the correct skin tone on their blog
Being forced to stare at what Rainbow did to Flora and Aisha in WOW was physically painful and those edits cleansed some of my pain bc I got to see Aisha and Flora on these outfits actually looking like themselves
Ty, on to my opinions
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Onyrix? Is a fucking nightmare. The open flared leg pants only really work on Bloom and Stella and the designers probably should of gotten more creative for Musa, Tecna, Flora, and Aisha. Maybe with different diso 70s-esk for each girl, Bloom's obviously going the hardest bc Bloom is made for the 70's
Tecna especially looks bad in this
The color choices are pretty hit of miss.
Musa is obviously fine in all wine red, I could almost see an older more refined Musa in this so it passes. Stella looks objectively pretty in light blue, and she rocks it. The blue/yellow of Stella/Musa's hair contrasts very nicely with the red and light blue of their respective outfits. These two are clearly the stand out winners of this transformation as far as looking good goes
Honestly most of the color choices could benefit from being for saturated. Bolder colors, stronger colors. Aisha and Tecna especially.
Bloom and Flora....these colors look bad. Flora looks better in warm colors and Bloom looks better in cool colors. Flora looks good in warmer greens but they used a greenish blue??? Which was a choice and a bad one at that.
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Ok but I kinda love the aesthetics of this one? With the body jewelry? I would of loved to see this in s4-7 before Rainbow became openly awful
The green on Tecna works MUCH better here and thats probably just because the colors are brighter and pushed harder, and the light blue? I'm screaming
Stella, Musa, and Flora are all rocking their og colors very well. I especially like how strong the pink and orange are, but Stella!! With!! The!! Red!!! It's just a look. It's literally look, I wish this was in the original art style
Aisha in a bluish green is objectively correct but I wish the made it a stronger shade, but ya know
Bloom in dark blue is definitely new, I don't like it but that's because I think it looked washed out. Once again I am wishing the turned up the saturation
But the aesthetics are just amazing. The lines thingys look like vines on Flora, waves on Aisha, weird futuristic shit on Tenca, and like fire on Stella!!! That's amazing!! They just kinda look good on Musa, the only one not winning form this outfit, being Bloom
Very nice, wish it wasn't paired with horrific white washing
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ilovepancakes-gp-blog · 2 years ago
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slaughter race, chapter 1 part 1
Cara
Somewhere in the background a song by 'Three Days Grace' is playing. The lead singer is screaming "RIOT" as Cara James grabs the ratchet she is using to tighten a stubborn socket into place. She's humming along to the lyrics, the flashlight stuck in her mouth making it hard to understand what she's saying but she doesn't care. 
Especially on Friday nights when she gets to be out however long she wants as she races in her black 1993 Nissan. It's a sight to behold with its bright blue lights that line the bottom of her baby. The rims which were once black painted a dark purple. 
Once Cara is done tightening the last socket that holds the starter in place, she unhooks the hood strut and slams the piece of metal down. She tries to as hard and gently as she can because the fucking beauty of a vehicle is as old as dirt. 
The grandma of a gift was from her father, given to her just before he was busted for selling hardcore drugs. He's been in prison ever since. Her mother was lucky enough to escape before the cops could cuff her too.
Her favorite factory default ringtone starts to ring in the back of her jeans. With a sigh, she takes the light out of her mouth, turns off her music, and pulls out her black -filled with more scratches than a old child's movie disc- flip phone. A toothy grin spreads on her face when she recognizes the caller ID
"Hange!" Cara bellows into the mic when she flips it open with a snap.
"Fireheart!" They scream back "Are you gonna be out there tonight? I know Erwin is, with seaside, they might try and recruit you again." 
The mention of his name makes her want to drive into a brick wall. She doesn't bother saying that out loud though.
"I'm definitely going, but I'm not joining his scurvy crew of clams." A fit of cackling comes over the receiver. 
"Great I have someone I want you to meet," that makes her stomach drop. They always had someone they wanted Cara to meet or go out with. And after what happened with her and Erwin she's not ready for a new relationship. 
"Hange I don't thi-"
"You don't have to talk to him!" They interrupted "he's an ass anyways, just give him a look! Please it's either him or me tonight sooo" 
Cara gags at the concept of her and them together. In bed. 
"Ya, that's what I thought," they say over a voice that tells her to hurry the hell up. She can't pinpoint who it is but guesses it's the guy she'll be meeting. "Look I got to go, I'll meet you there ya?"
"Mhm sure," she says as she walks to the blue tarp that's laying at the back of the car. 
Once Cara hears the click of the line going dead she puts her phone away and picks up the tarp before throwing it over her black beauty. Because the trashy trailer park she calls home has nosy fucks that like nothing but shiny shit that they can sell for a bag of dust. Now that her only prize possession is hidden from the world. She walks into her tanned colored, single wide to wash off the black oil that still covers her hands.
Afterward, Cara tiptoes to her mother who is laying on the couch probably dead. She bends down and places two fingers on the unconscious woman's neck to make sure a heartbeat is still there. One is and Cara sighs in relief. 
Sex on fire by Kings of Leon is blearing through Cara's bass speakers when she pulls into the designated parking lot. It's packed with other sports cars with great paint jobs and neon lights. She turns her radio off and rolls down both driver and passenger side windows and scopes out who is all here for the show. 
Cara slowly Cruzes by other parked cars that shout and cheer when they recognize the anime stickers that deck out the sides of her car. most of them being Tokyo ghouls. She parks her beauty next to a bright pink honda Civic that has its trunk open. A huge speaker in the back is playing an OG Chris brown song. 
She steps out and immediately spots the Seaside crew, they are a little ways to her left. From the looks of it, the whole group is there with their leader Erwin smith or better known at these events as The Commander. Her stomach drops when she spies the tuffs of blond hair. Before he catches her gaze she looks away to try and find Hange, who should be here by now. 
Just a little bit longer, then she'll get paid and she can leave all those clam fucks in the dust.
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abbysfrenchbraid · 4 years ago
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Because of personal experiences, can I get some headcanons or a scenario of Abby with a gf that gets tired really easily? Also I just wanna get this out there, I am really glad your blog exists
Thank you so much for your kind words, they really mean a lot. I hope this is similar to what you imagined 💌 (I hope you like poetry!)
about 2k words of fluff and a little angst at the beginning. content warnings for language, ableism.
“This is it, Y/N. I’ve let this behavior slide too many times.”
Your heart dropped and your breath caught in your throat. Trying to fight back tears, you forced yourself to answer.
“I’m so sorry James, I can’t help it. My body just can’t work for hours without break, I’ve tried everything.”
You threw a soapy towel back into the washtub and took a step towards your supervisor.
“Please don’t throw me out, I don’t know where else I could do my part!”
“Well, you certainly aren’t doing your part here.”
He was speaking the truth; he had caught you way too often, crouching in the corner with your head between your knees or sitting on the floor against the wall half asleep. You couldn’t help it; this was your third job at the stadium and every time you had managed to get yourself fired. It had nothing to do with the laziness your previous bosses had accused you of or with simply not wanting to work. Your body just seemed to work against you.
After more than an hour of standing, there was no way for you to stay standing up and working at the washing station now, the hard bodily labor was just too much for you. You constantly felt like you were going to faint, no matter how much you ate, drank and slept. As soon as you were unsupervised, you’d have to sit down or take a break because you couldn’t hold yourself upright anymore. It was becoming harder and harder to find acceptance from others and a place where you could work and contribute to the WLF while also taking care of yourself.
James rubbed the back of his shaved head and sighed.
“I’m sorry, I seriously don’t see how this is doing any of us any good. You should report in with task management tomorrow and see if they can give you a less physically straining job. I’m not sure how I feel about your little dizzy spells or whatever, but if you’re actually not fit enough for work, you should find something else.”
The rage that started boiling in your stomach sent hot tears down your cheeks. This wasn’t fair. You loosened the ties on your apron and tossed it on a table, then you left without another word.
The only person who didn’t constantly batter and scold you was Abby. She had met you in a stairway, sitting on the steps and leaning your head against the cold railing to stay conscious. The blonde had practically sprinted up the stairs toward you and asked if everything was okay; after you had explained, she had nodded and offered you her arm on your way back to your room. From that day on, she had checked in almost every day, bringing you snacks at work or dinner from the cafeteria when you were too exhausted to go yourself. She had believed you without hesitation and made it her purpose to help you out wherever she could.
Ignoring the surprised faces of the people you walked past, you stormed to your room. You were lucky to live alone, even though it was just a shoebox of a room. You had a bed, a locker, and a tiny window that you ripped open before throwing yourself on your bed.
You hated having to rely on others for support and you had spent the last year mostly on your own, hiding your condition and isolating yourself from others so they wouldn’t notice and judge you, even though the story of you falling asleep and taking too many unauthorized breaks at work had already made its rounds.
With Abby it was different. You knew she never wanted anything in return, she just liked to spend time with you and knew what it was like to be the odd one out, the one everyone had already heard about. In return, you liked to give her little drawings of her and her friends, short comic strips and poems you wrote when you had some time to yourself. She loved sitting on your couch and listening to you talk about poetry; although she was a big reader she had never really gotten into that genre.
She had gained your trust in no time and was the first person you really told everything that went on in your head. Well, almost. You hadn’t dared to tell her about how her presence made you feel like you were flying, how your heart sometimes started racing when she looked at you and how all you wanted sometimes was to fall asleep in her arms after a long day.
Your pillow was wet with tears and your head was pounding from crying for too long. Great. You reached under your bed and felt around for the water bottle you had accidentally kicked under there earlier. As you gulped down the lukewarm water, you finally felt the knot in your throat release its grasp from your airways.
Exhausted, you turned over your pillow and pulled your blanket up. This day was fucked anyway, you might as well declare it complete and hope to wake up in a better mood tomorrow.
It was dark when you awoke, disturbed by a quiet squeaking noise and the beam of light shining through a crack in the door. A big figure was squeezing through the gap and softly closing the door again. The light from under the door was just enough to see Abby tiptoeing toward you.
You couldn’t help but smile and pushed yourself up onto your elbows. She immediately froze in her tracks.
“Fuck, did I wake you? I just wanted to check on you and bring you some dinner.”
You switched on the lamp next to your bed and soft light illuminated the room. Abby had a burrito in one hand and an apple in the other. She looked genuinely sorry.
“It’s okay, I’ve been sleeping for hours. I just had a terrible day, that’s all.”
She immediately sat down next to you, putting the food down on the bedside table and brushing a strand of hair out of your face with a worried smile.
“What happened? Are you hurt?”
Her sweet concern brought back those stupid tears and you were too distraught to fight them. You shook your head and cleared your throat.
“No, I just got kicked out of work. Again. I honestly don’t know what to do. Maybe admin will just throw me out completely tomorrow.”
Abby squeezed your hand.
“Bullshit. I’ll talk to them. Why are they making you work these stupid hard labor jobs anyway? They could put you somewhere you can use your head instead, you’re the smartest person I know!”
She gently brushed her calloused thumb over your cheek.
“These assholes are not worth a single one of your tears, Y/N. James can honestly go fuck himself.”
You snorted and Abby beamed at you, happy to have gotten through to you.
“Hey, how much have you eaten today?”
You thought for a second, then you answered: “Some oatmeal for breakfast? I left work before lunch and came straight here.”
The wolf sighed and shook her head. “You’re terrible at taking care of yourself, you know that?” She handed you the burrito. “Here, it’s still warm.”
The first bite was delightful and you let out a moan without thinking. Blood shot into your face immediately as both of you stared at each other for a second, then Abby broke out in laughter.
“See? You’re practically starved. I should have gotten you two of those.”
She suddenly straightened up.
“Oh, I completely forgot!” She pulled out a small paperback from her back pocket. “Manny gave me this. Some fling of his gave it to him and he doesn’t know shit about poetry and never will. He remembered you liked poems so he said to give this to you.”
“You told him about me?” you asked in astonishment.
“Of course I did, we’ve been hanging out every day for the past few weeks! Do you have any idea how amazing you are? How much you’ve taught me?”
With your mouth full, all you could do was smack her shoulder and give her a doubtful look.
She looked down at her hands, twisting her fingers into each other.
“I mean it, Y/N. I know you don’t think of yourself as very interesting or fun to be around, but you’ve made my life so much better just by spending time with me. Even if you’re always falling asleep on me,” she added and grinned.
You didn’t bother trying to be witty and grabbed the book instead. The title surprised you.
“Selected Poems by Sappho. Why the hell would that woman give this to Manny?”
Abby shot you a questioning look. “Why not?”
“Abby, Sappho is the OG lesbian. All her poems are just about yearning for the touch of a lady lover.”
“Oh.” Now it was the wolf’s turn to blush. “I had no idea.”
Sitting up, you turned so you could lean your back against the wall. You tapped on the bed right next to you.
“Come on, Abs. Let me tell you about Sappho, then.”
Hesitating only for a brief moment, Abby took off her boots and scooted closer to you.
You spent the next hour reading her poems and telling her stories about women and romance in Ancient Greece. The blonde listened attentively, asking a few questions here and there. After a while, you felt your eyelids growing heavier and your concentration dwindling, as much as you tried to keep it together.
Abby gently laid a hand on your knee.
“You tired, babe?”
Your head flew around and you stared at her; had you heard that right? Abby gave you a shy smile.
“I can try to read some of these to you until you fall asleep. Only if you want me to, of course.” She shook her head as if trying to get rid of a thought. “I should just go. You need to get some rest.”
Before she could get up, you had already placed your hand on her underarm.
“I’d like that. I’m sorry for just drifting off like that all the time, it’s got nothing to do with you.”
She cocked her head. “Don’t apologize for that. No one can just change the way they feel.”
You slid underneath the blanket and, following an impulse, rested your head on Abby’s thigh. You could feel the heat underneath the fabric and her muscles twitched involuntarily as the wolf took a deep breath and opened up the book again.
deathless aphrodite of the many colored throne,
daughter of zeus, weaver of spells, I entreat you.
do not with grief and anguish
tame my heart.
Drifting away into that wonderful state between waking and dreaming, you let the words of Sappho, spoken by the soft voice of your most trusted friend, the woman who took care of you and listened to you, the wolf that was tame only for you, sink in.
Do not with grief and anguish / tame my heart.
There were so many things in this world that made life harder and turned people bitter. You would not be one of them. You would not tame your heart. You would let it speak freely, you would let it burn for the woman cradling your head and protecting you from anything the world could throw at you. Tomorrow you would tell her. Tomorrow.
stars around the beautiful moon
hide back their luminous form
whenever all full she shines
on the earth
silvery
All your life, you had felt connected to the moon. Its unwavering beauty, its consistent waning away and returning in full shine, it had always assured you that no matter how bad things got, they would turn around for the better. It would be okay. You would be okay, more than okay with Abby by your side.
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