#cherry-shina

[seneon]

What do your moots remind you of?

wait wait anon-chan this gonna be a long ass list. all under the cut and a lot of yapping

@tojiluv ⌇ ory

the smell of office documents and coffee. you radiate a comforting vibe but at the same time you have like 7261616377271 works for complete so you escape to cafés.

@amourlyns ⌇ ven

sports cars speeding through the night. maybe it's the previous batman theme, but you really remind me of those soothing late night drives through cities.

@itonashi ⌇ shina

bone china mug and any type of tea. i can picture you sitting and drinking tea from the bone china mug and humming to yourself saying "mm yes yes... tea."

@syomi ⌇ syo

wine red stilettos and a jazz bar. you remind me of an elegant woman in an old jazz bar just fancying her night through with a drooling group of men who tries to get your attention.

@anqelically ⌇ angel

japanese cherry blossoms and spring mostly. you're like a pretty sakura. you LOOK like a pretty sakura. you are a pretty sakura. so cute right. ily angel ur really an angel 🩷

@yuquinzel ⌇ hana

flowers! definitely a white tulip or a camellia. you're so sweet and you treasure + honour your friends more than yourself. so, you deserve a flower or two occasionally as achievement.

@noomon ⌇ noo

raincoats and gumboots. noo you're like a soul that always goes out after the rain stops just to jump in puddles. or or, you'd go out in the rain just to dance in it.

@caelivir ⌇ kory

a stoic apothecary. idk you remind me of someone who'd be so obsessed with testing poisons and finding a cure/medicine to everything. all done in pure stoicism.

@saewako ⌇ winter

snowy trails and misty fogs. you highly remind me of a tired village girl escaping from home and now she walks through the snow and mist with sore, red feet. heha.

@killyzury ⌇ mil

clouds and a farm. you're not working on the farm though. you're a visitor of the farm and you'd sit by the balcony of the inn just to stare into the clouds. bonus if you're drawing.

@hyoismbbg ⌇ vy

konapun toys. especially the popin' cookin' ones. or a japanese drugstore. you're definitely someone who likes to buy bags of stuff from cheap drugstores.

@httpshujii ⌇ ray

red lipstick and leather jackets. add in some knee-length boots and you'll rock the look. to put simply, you remind me of a sweet, kind, and cool rockstar girlfriend.

@saelestia ⌇ rain

vivienne westwood's gunmetal orb heart lighter. fancy and classy, that's the vibe that you give off. i chose a lighter because there's also a fierce and fiery side of you.

@kyoghurts ⌇ kenji

i've said this before, and it's the smell of a bakery. like the scent of a very sweet dessert. red velvet cakes, soufflé, grape-flavoured cheese tarts.

@rninies ⌇ kylin

yves saint laurent's opyum sandles. no because honestly my first thought after like checking your blog out, it reminded me of those ysl heels. and honestly? you'd look good in it.

@iluvies / @luv-lies ⌇ luvie

white butterfly koi fishes. they're so majestic and beautiful and they honestly remind me of you, someone's who's so kind and beautiful like a butterfly koi. you're very gentle too!

@todorokies ⌇ knives

would it be funny if i said actual knives? okay maybe not... but daggers or swords. the ones which are freshly forged and ready for battle. you're like a honourable warrior. so kewl.

@omitea ⌇ sinnie

green tea and zen gardens. you remind me of a japanese girl who sits by the engawa (wood corridor) of an old japanese-style house's garden, relaxing with nature.

@wishmemel ⌇ safi

pearls. simply... pearls. because you're a really elegant person and all you remind me of is fancy and naturally expensive pearls. you're like a gem, an unobtainable one.

@noirflms ⌇ zen

laces and ruffle skirts. cute, coquette, soft. those are the elements that heavily reminds me of you. maybe even some strawberry shortcake and strawberry milk.

@kaiser1ns ⌇ kiki

love letters. those sweet, corny, and super romantic ones. oh and one of the letters which is from a secret admirer definitely talks about being crazy in love with you...

@rizzmin ⌇ armin

medieval knight's armour. i believe it's the whole knight theme you have but you're definitely a knight in your last live. and your name is majestic too like ?*!*!*?

@kurosaaki ⌇ jen

hunger games. specifically, a player in hunger games. i don't know, you just radiate survival / apocalyptic vibes in any media like the last of us and stuff.

@conan-hearts-u ⌇ conan

mint chocolate ice-cream. you're very very chill and nonchalant, and super cool just like ice-cream. the mint and chocolate is just a preference that you remind me of.

@jaysgirlx ⌇ kleo

penthouse barbecue parties. with all your home girls just chilling at the penthouse, cool music in the background and the sizzling of barbecued foods. yess i want barbecue now.

@white-poppie ⌇ gauri

soft rose lippies and heart-achingly beautiful poetry. you are the epitome of poetry. a muse, something i would write hours on end about. you're also the writer. it's both in one.

@seumyo ⌇ eumy

goldfishes. the moment i met you i already immediately thought about fishes, especially goldfishes. it's a bonus for me when you actually have a fish theme HAHA.

@angeliicheartt ⌇ elle

eyeliners and chokers. this is random but i really love the way you do your eyeliners. it's sososo pretty and you're so cool and grunge i fw you heavy. for the choker, uhh your emoness

@heartkaji ⌇ mars

the 2000s mcbling aesthetic. so unrelated to you but you give me heavy mcbling vibes. it's the striking hot pink and blinking queen stuff you have swirling all around you.

@bloodswrd ⌇ rosalyn

"i was all over her" by salvia path. yes, a song. you give me the vibe of a child lost in their dreams, wandering around a foggy forest looking for their way back home.

@sepptember ⌇ august

my english teacher. mb this is so weird but you radiate my eng teacher vibes HAHA. she's very nice and kind and so are you. she's also quite poetic! and really pretty 🙏

@metsukini ⌇ mimi

cinnamoroll. ueygshd i love cinnamoroll sm he's so cute just like you. y'all both are sososo adorable i wanna keep you in my pocket forever. wanna squeeze your cheeks all day too..

@lunatiqez / @poetlus ⌇ liv

ramen with naruto. the swirly thingy with pinky lines. and of course, miso ramen! or the noodle takeout that looks like this 🥡 you seem like a friend i'd go to an izakaya with (:

@rueclfer ⌇ rue

a crystal castles song. you give me the vibe of you dancing to a crystal castles song in your room then the next second you're on the ground, contemplating about life.

@sweetheartsaku ⌇ saku

i think you can kinda predict what i'm gonna say... fireworks and stars. i cannot watch a fireworks show or the stars the same anymore aft meeting u. it's a game changer, saku.

@raeson ⌇ claire

bees flying around petals. you have a really sweet vibe and i imagine you as a flower petal and there's cute bees flying around you on a perfectly sunny day where the sun is peak.

@bbluefllame ⌇ eirene

a jovial black & white cat. you radiate kitty vibes. those two colours always bear the cutest kitties ever, and it screams eirene. yk, the typa kitty who has a insta account js for u.

@luvlyycy ⌇ cy ( mother )

mini skirts and cupcakes. you're soso upbeat and cute i imagine that one dabi x girly! reader with you as the reader like actually. wanna keep you in my pocket!!

@cindol ⌇ cinny

light pink glossy platform heels. miss pretty girl is always so kind and friendly. not to mention for a fact that you're absolutely cute cinny winny.

@haunted4kent ⌇ leah

glazed cinnamon rolls. leahhh you're like one of my favourite big sisters on tumblr and you give so much chill sister vibes with the best best bessttt advices ever.

@rvoulte ⌇ yira

this is so funny but beabadoobee's freckles. 哈哈哈哈 IM SO SORRY YIYI. oh and clairo songs!! because you have this rather soft and shoujo girl vibe y'know?

@ryescapades ⌇ rye

kitties! whatever cat i see, it reminds me of you. because you're the queen of cats and you send me kitty stuff and we love kitties and i love your fat cat ♡

@elssero ⌇ els

my other tumblr big sister ♡ but gothic and creepy. you remind me of candle wax flowing down. in the slowest motion. that's how you creep into my life btw hehe.

@nyxypoo ⌇ nyx

white / gray cat. just like rye, you very much remind me of cats, but more specific in colours! it's the vibe that you give off ykyk? also you and rye are probably kitty couples so cute.

@mightymorphin777 ⌇ rinzler ( rizzler father )

video games in the dust. you remind me of the old forgotten video games that a teenage boy probably accidentally stumbled across at the back of an abandoned game shop.

@poemeater ⌇ leigh

candies. like, specifically this one funny round shaped one 🍬 cuz you're very sweet, but at the same time super super silly. and that typa candy is usually the most fun!!

@suksatoru ⌇ bee

bubbles and rain. just because you have quite the bubbly personality yet at the same time you can write forsakenly good angst ( cough your dabi fic )

@skiiyoomin ⌇ ines

old books and dried paintbrushes. self explanatory, cuz you draw so so well and you reminded me of introverted art students who sits in library all day.

ok that's all. i reached mention limit so that's all for now. this is most of my mutuals that i know of! i heart all of you, my pride and joys of this funny app 🖤

[sadsouthernwitch]

Uh, hello!

I guess you can take this as a introduction post!

Hello, my name is Shina, I'm a trans woman and I use She/Her pronouns! I'm also bisexual and am dating my beautiful girlfriend Jayden<3

I've lived in Georgia all my life and only went out of state for 4 days and that was to Tampa when i was 11 so...yeah. I also distinctively remember watching the music video for Cherry Bomb there.

I've been a practicing with for 2 years and a Hellenic Polytheist for one, and I've truly found something that can help me and I'm very passionate about it.

My favorite thing to come from it is tarot and deity worship, I love praying to the gods its genuinely a wonderful feeling and I've grown a strong attachment and connection to my tarot cards and I've been able to prepare and center myself in stressful situations that have come up and I don't know what I would do without it.

On the deity worship note, I believe in the Greek pantheon of gods and such and the gods I currently have an altar to are Zeus, Aphrodite, Apollo, and Hestia. I started with zeus and I've found so much comfort in my life through my worship of him and its genuinely amazing how my life has changed because of the gods. I've also prayed and had altars to Artemis, Athena, and Hermes in the past, however it was too much to handle even if i combined altars because of school and home stress.

Anyways, I hope I can have fun on tumblr and yeah, it's great to meet y'all<3

[chattegeorgiana]

Hey Chatte hope all is well! I saw your special Narusakra comic and your most recent post on IG showing off the Crown of the Sun for Sakura. Can’t wait to read & see how she gets there. I saw a lot of awesome pieces for NarSaukra day so I want to thank you and the rest of the community for keeping it alive.

I have been rereading Kaika and the chapters 11-13 so far are my favorite. I’m excited to how you are going to make the aliens/gods work and to be honest you have done a better than the canon. As for everyone’s favorite snake sanin I’m interested to how he ends in the plot. While personally I didn’t care for him be a “good” guy in canon in the present. He will always be a creature of habit and self serving. So I’m excited. Also a headcannon I thought of regarding him and Shina’s Gen. He would be interested Shina the most compared to the U twins probably feed up with Uchilas in general. Also given the fact that he probably shoot’s himself for overlooking Naruto and Sakura originally for the more polished product in Sauake. Shina also looking and sharing personality with Minmato would be funny because he would take as Minmato ghost coming back and trolling him. Best part is Shina would have no idea how much his presence would be triggering for him lol.

One last point it’s a little something I wanted to share with you. So I used to live in this suburb next to Newark NJ, USA and in Newark there is this section called Forest Hills. This neighborhood is famous for two reasons one is its old fashion mansions and Branch Brooke Park, which has over 5,000 Japanese cherry blossoms trees planted there. They have their own cherry blossoms festival and everything.

Hiii dear, welcome back again to my inbox!

Glad to hear you liked the NaruSaku special and Sakura's Crown of the Sun art.

To be honest, can't wait to get there myself. I have sooo many interesting ideas about how she gets it. Too many even, lol. I finally got to understand what other writers were meaning when they said you will get to discard some ideas at some point.

In the beginning I was like naa, I won't be doing that. But with time the ideas developed so much, that I see no other way than to drop a few from the beginning or better said, reform some of them to fit the new, updated idea lol.

Also thank you for your kind words. It is my pleasure, and many other artists, I'm sure, to keep the community alive.

After all, it's just pure love for them and that's it. We're free of the shackles of canon, so yay for us!

Now, to get back to Kaika.

First of all, thank you once again for your compliments! I'm so happy to see you liked what - at least - I'm trying to do there with the Otsutsukis.

I believe that the idea with them was not bad. It's the execution that's problematic, imo. That's why I tried to take a different route with them, while still referencing the canon element. I will be referencing a lot of elements from the OG franchise, because I do like the idea. I just don't like the execution.

As for Orochimaru well... We have a here saying in my country that says the wolf changes its fur, but not its habits.

What I can say is that, that's what I'll follow. Narratively as well.

Because like you said, deep down, he's a creature of habit. Habits are our second nature. That's why it's not that easy to change one self and you first gotta change your habits.

In OG it is shown to us that Oro didn't actually changed his habits at all, he is just being let loose. Which narratively makes so little sense?

You tell me that the man who basically put in motion everything that we've been witnessing along the path of Naruto manga, is just going to be left to do whatever he wants because... he's a necessary evil?

That's not how you act with the necessary evil. You don't let it loose and just barely keep him under supervision, imo.

If anything, he's a "joker" type of character. You never know when he's gonna pop off the box to scare ya away with some machiavellian ploy.

As for your headcanon of him and Shina, well, there is a common element in there that we have. I can't say that he's fed-up with the Uchihas (after all, Uchihas were his obsession), but...

I have a certain idea in mind about the path I have with him and him overlooking Naruto & Sakura's family, generally, because well, Sakura Haruno doesn't come from any prestigious clan that could benefit his pursuits, right?

And yet, surprise-surprise, the ones you least expect are the ones who get to bring the biggest turnarounds.

The thing is, I have two routes I want to take with him in terms of his eventual demise and I'm undecided on which side to go with, lol.

One involved him and Tsunade and was kinda dramatic, and the other one involves NaruSaku family, ironically. So I really don't know which way to go.

Because all this will be happening in Kaika Shinsei's timeline, which I am yet to settle.

I guess I'll see after I finish writing Saisei how things evolve until then, so that'll probably help me decide.

And WOOW, thank you so much for sharing that piece of info with me?! I ADORE cherry blossoms.

I grew-up with them and other types of blossoms, so for me, spring blossoms, especially cherry ones, are very special.

Actually the city where I moved has some parks filled with

I dream of travelling to Japan one day and live the original cherry blossoms season experience. But until then I enjoy the wanna-be one from here haha.

ANyway, thanks once again for the ask. Hope you have an amazing rest of your time today/tonight. <3

[trashlie]

aw you flatter me 💕 thank u, the feeling is mutual!! you have such an in-depth understanding of the story, i want to know your thoughts on all kinds of things! and if our discussions are interesting to other people as well, that's even better! 🥰 i'm probably not gonna be able to keep up this streak because life... so i'm leaving you an extra long message teehee >:3 run with this all you want! ofc there's absolutely no rush for you to reply ~ and please be more careful with the stairs, i hope u feel better soon 🥺

ahh i'm so glad you can see my ceo kousuke vision!! ✨ and you bring up great concerns re: yui, his own issues, his own wishes etc… there's A LOT that needs to happen for him to develop that potential and to even have the opportunity to take on that role… and tbh that's why i can only picture ceo kousuke the way i described him only after yui is defeated. because right, it would be basically impossible to do as long as yui is in power, especially if he's already gonna be dealing with all his personal stuff.

ceo kousuke is to me a possible conclusion to his character arc. we might never even see him "in action" and it's more like, the ending will show us that this is what his goal is now. i mean if he's like "fuck this company i'm gonna be a shepherd in the himalayas" or smth i'd respect that too lmao. but wouldn't it be sooo satisfying to see yui come so close to achieving her ultimate goal? if kousuke became the ceo like she planned, but instead of being her puppet, he'd end up thinking for himself and actively undoing everything she built? and like you said, he might currently not be very happy in this career, but if he had a different incentive and motivation to be the ceo, who knows? he might even find a bigger purpose and fulfillment in that position. wouldn't it be somewhat noble (mayhaps even gentlemanly wink wink) to try and make up for what his family has done? related to this, i can't help but think of the comment rand made to shinae in ch 89: "i have more respect for an honest individual that challenges rules and conventions than the dishonest that mindlessly follow and remain in comfort". i was immediately like !!! kousuke should hear this. if kousuke, as the ceo, challenges the status quo of the company and his family instead of mindlessly following it, he'd be exactly the kind of person rand would want him to be, and so he would even win the approval he initially wanted ;; yes yes rand already loves him and kou doesn't have to "earn" anything etc etc but ykwim 😗 it would just be the cherry on top ✨ if rand is even still alive at that point oh god rand please don't die yet ;A;

until we get to that point though, i have a strong suspicion that kou will be pretty much "trapped" for most of s2; by yui, by having to deal with yui, and also by all his internal, personal struggles. tbh i can't imagine him being able to make any significant moves because even the tiniest sign that yui might actually lose her most valuable pawn will trigger her, and who knows what this woman is capable of when she gets desperate or cornered 😶 my guess is it'll probably be up to the black team and especially shinae and nol, both characters who will be more "free" and have more power, to take yui down and, as a result, make it easier for kousuke to finally free himself. and i realize it sounds a lil bit like saving the princess from the dragon that keeps her locked in a tower fgshdfjk (is *that* why some characters call kousuke a princess sometimes :O am i onto something here? 👀) but hey i don't mean kousuke won't be doing anything, he'll likely be going through a lot of character development (like you said not a 180 but just realizing a lot about himself and yui and his past, dealing with all that, figuring out his relationship with nol etc etc) which in itself is already defying yui, isn't it? so that when the opportunity arises he can join the black team. obviously this is all just speculation and i'm staying open to anything but idk it's so fun so think about the possibilities for the future plot ~

on a side note, from a story structure perspective, it'd be interesting if there was a reversal between the brothers in terms of who is "trapped" (by yui), and who can "move". similarly to how in s1, team white has the upper hand, and we can expect a power shift to team black. in s1, nol was basically trapped and powerless - in the sense that all his attempts to change his situation have been futile, so he's mostly been going through a character transformation/deconstruction and sparking actions in other characters. it'd be pretty clever if, in turn, s2 focused more on kou's character development (while he's "trapped") and nol is the one who will be more "active". cause right, like you said, we can assume that the exposé will give nol stronger goals and, by damaging or weakening yui at least temporally, more freedom and "power" to move. and similarly, shinae, who has been pretty powerless, will gain more "power" by spending time in the corporate world/near yui and learning her language, both of them will essentially power up for the final showdown. is this even making any sense. i'm getting soooo carried away like [insert pepe silvia meme] do i sound like a crazy person. u can be honest with me LMAO 😭

(and there's definitely a certain appeal to nol going for the ceo position, taking the company from the hiraharas for good, reforming it and breaking the cycles of abuse and corruption, or simply dissolving it… for yui it'd be the worst nightmare that's for sure 👍🏽 but idk, something about "the underdog coming out on top" in the most obvious way feels a bit cliché, doesn't it? :/ especially since it's been hinted at so many times. i guess we'll just see, it strongly depends on how everything is executed either way ~)

LOVEEE what you said re: yui and shinae!!! <3 for shin, what i expect we're gonna see realistically is that even though she'll play yui's game (or pretends to), yui will never actually be able to "get her to the dark side" (not even with cookies. that was bad i'm so sorry) and i'm really looking forward to that because yui is used to getting everything she wants, but she can't have shinae, she can't corrupt her. shinae will continue to "shine light" no matter what. double-agent shin oh i really hope that's where the story is going WAH ! 💖 and future shinae looks so cool in the illustrations too, her energy is so different i'm so excited to meet this version of her!!!! 🤩

……….and fINE ok tbh the main reason ceo shinae came to my mind was that clip that was posted on patreon not too long ago (it's not up anymore unfortunately :<) where quim showed some prints, and two were of shinae/nol and shinae/kousuke on that armchair/throne and i couldn't help but be all 👀👀👀👀👀 the poses, body language, the clothing, the implications... i know it's bonus content and doesn't have to mean anything but we know with quim most things do mean something don't they?? and it just stood out to me that in the illustration with nol, shinae is dressed in a pantsuit (as opposed to her assistant outfit in the image with kou) and she's basically taking up the seat and he's positioned on the armrest behind her (no comment about neither shin or nol being able to sit on that chair normally but note taken), and sure it could be about their general dynamic and not anything business-related but my one lil stupid brain cell was still like "WAIT OHMYGOD WHAT IF!!!!!!!!!!" you've seen these illustrations bc i know they've been discussed before, you know what i'm talking about, right??

"Kousuke might end up at the same hospital as Nol to get checked out" ooh OOOOH that's possible!!! oh i swear this 3 day extention is planting all kinds of ideas in our heads bc it's pretty much the last opportunity to interact with nol before he goes to jail… who else might show up. rand? alyssa? minhyuk? YUI GOD FORBID?? 😭 (btw re: nol and kou - if the lovely artist ever shares the "get along shirt" drawing publicly, please give us the link if possible! <3)

AHHHH you hit me right in the feels talking about nol and shinae ;A; we're so on the same page when it comes to those two love that for us ! love that we can see the light 😌✨ no but, right. if they're not someone's cup of tea that's fine, but at least give this pairing and their dynamic and buildup and narrative purpose (role reversal; rand/nessa counterpart) the credit it deserves 😤 i can't help but feel like a lot of it has to do with how """problematic""" (more like flawed and messy) nol is, the boy has been quite controversial hasn't he (love that for him), and people tend to prefer the "cinnamon roll" male characters that make for "healthy" and "unproblematic" ships, because if a ship isn't perfectly smooth-sailing from the moment the characters fall for each other it's toxic right /s 🙄 or maybe it's about the immediate reward, because they think shinae x dieter would be easily digestible cute fluff sunshine romance forever (questionable given shinae's baggage but ok), whereas shinae x nol would have to "work" for it (for the lack of a better word)? but then again so much of ily has been about working on relationships, communicating and apologizing and adjusting to one another and making it work, and isn't that what (often) makes your relationship stronger? so why would a romance between nol and shinae be different? when has anything in ily ever gone smoothly?? LMAO give shinae and nol time they'll figure it out. a rocky start is actually a good thing because they'll learn early on where the problems are. and we've seen what they could be, what kind of potential they have, how much they care about each other! and yeah it'll take time to get there, but it'll be worth it!! sigh. anyways…

"There is now way we are moving into a time skip with Nol's walls all the way up!" SAME!!! i'm gonna riot LMAO jk actually it's kinda funny how we're currently on two cliffhangers: nana/shinae and yui/simhan (absolutely WILD character combination btw) so actually it'd be an opportunity to leave yui/simhan and jump back to shinae/nana :> but either way how exciting!!! btw how do you think the yui/simhan encounter will go? would either of them figure out who the other is, or would yui just immediately move on to find rand? i have such a bad gut feeling about simhan and it's horrible bc things were just starting to look up for him, now this? and the hint that he's gonna fall back into alcoholism or even die?? gosh please no ;;;

alright WOW that's really enough for now. looking forward to your thoughts, and talk to you soon, take care mwah 💗 - lil anon 😼

ah! sorry, i meant to say nol is flawed and troubled, not troubled and messy ~ and re: the entire ship paragraph... like i mentioned before i'm not much of a shipper, so if i'm misunderstanding something or jumping to wrong conclusions, please feel free to correct me <3 - lil anon 😼

Lil Anon! My precious, my beloved! You told me take your time and then I DID ;_______; LMAO I promise you I was up to good things, practicing a lot of drawing and feeling really proud of myself and really fixating on that - til 231 came and knocked me on my ASS and unhinged me and now I've just been swinging from the rafters for half a week AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

But this is a message I was really looking forward to, so I'm still going to answer it and maybe it will temporarily ground me and subdue my unhinged feral streak (we'll see.... LMAO) I always look forward to these asks and getting to expand on thoughts or really dig into things I've never had to give reason for LMAOOOOOO

I agree that it's sooooo fun to speculate and think about all the ways things could go! Like, obviously the idea of Kousuke doing something other than CEO is because so many people want to see him in a position he can LOVE that he can be passionate about. But I think CEO Kousuke as a conclusion, as a goal to actively work towards for himself really does have some poetic justice to it even before we account for how it would be something so very in Yui's face which makes it so much more delicious. Sometimes life isn't about getting to follow our dreams but figuring out how to make of our circumstances something we can love or be proud of. That seems to be the path we'll see Shinae on, right? Is the corporate world what she wants? Does she have the mind and heart for business? And worse, being there of someone else's volition, no agency in her choice. That's what makes that conversation with Rand so enticing. He's right; Yui won't give up and it's almost inevitable that Shinae will remain in Yui's grasp, but if she finds a way to work it to her advantage, to use the experience to learn how to play Yui's game, at least it gives her agency. Letting Yui believe she's trapped, letting her believe that she's got Shinae under her thumb, allows Shinae that agency. And thus, the idea of Kousuke making an active choice to be a CEO, for his own ambitions, for his own desires, and to dismantle what his mother did, to take a leaf out of Nol's book and put good in the world to make up for what Hirahara Corp has done/been behind? Oh I LOVE it. And I love what it would say of Kousuke, of the choices he's making and why he is!

But frankly if he chooses to be a sheep herder I'm helping him pack his bags because I am WORRIED. His future looks so bleak right now no matter how things play out - whether or not he finds out Yui has been drugging him and he's actually able to believe it (and not, yknow, try to hide from the truth which is a perfectly reasonable response to your reality being completely upheaved) or how he chooses to cope with it. That one image really speaks volumes - the poster with the image in the puddle below them. He looks so miserable and generally unwell in their future. But this really ties into your point re: from a story perspective. Beginning the story with Nol the miserable one and Kousuke walking "freely" only to swap their roles IS incredibly interesting! It's a lot like Nol and Shinae switching roles after the formal. Frankly, it's always fun to watch mirrors switch places and swap situations, but especially so with Nol and Kousuke because of the whole history with their relationship. But from both a story perspective and in general as a fan, I think watching that role reversal but seeing it play out differently is what will set that apart. Nol could easily, without any blowback, carry on and leave Kousuke struggling in his dust, if he so wanted. The idea, though, of them eventually playing on the same team, as allies, is SO MUCH BETTER to me than any revenge plot. I LOVE broken families I LOVE tragic brothers and I really want to see them have each others' backs at some point.

To go into this further (and honestly we have probably talked a lot about this already but... yknow lol) Nol has written Kousuke off right now - but Nol doesn't know the full story. Kousuke has been his abuser of his own volition, but Kousuke was weaponized against Nol. Long before he ever faced him, Nol was subconsciously drilled into Kousuke's mind as an enemy and lord knows what else Yui has actually said of him. Seeing events like the night Nol was taken away altered and re-shaped by Yui's "versions" during vulnerable moments ensured that Nol would always be this volatile, violent monster in Kousuke's mind, even when it has become abundantly clear to the people in his life that this version of Nol doesn't align with what they know of him. This is stuff we already know lmao my point is: there is a lot that Nol doesn't know about what shaped and fueled Kousuke's fears of him and jealousy towards him, but also what fed his paranoia, why he was unable to ever see Nol for who he really is, could never see truth in his offerings of brotherhood and could only see him as someone trying to take his place. Nol, like Hansuke, is convinced that Yui loves Kousuke, that he has greatly benefited from the maternal care (something that was taken from Nol far too soon). He doesn't see that her motivations have never been for Kousuke's benefit. So likewise, while he knows Yui is a monster to him, he's got no idea she's a monster to Kousuke, as well. In his head it's Yui and Kousuke, a team.

I think we will see in Nol what Kousuke could not do - extending the hand to someone who needs him, even if it's in his best interests to let him suffer. Something I always come back to is that at Nol's core, he does care. He held out hope that one day he could reach Kousuke, that Kousuke would reveal some shred of love he'd hidden away. He cares about people, even strangers who he knew could use his (friendship) help. I repeat myself all the time but anti-hero Nol who turns cold in his quest for revenge doesn't feel right to me, it doesn't suit him. I love the idea of him being able to see that Kousuke, too, was at the mercy of Yui and that while yes, everything he did to Nol was of his own doing, it was fostered by Yui. It just feeds right back into that delicious hope of how good it would be to see Kousuke do everything Yui never wanted - to form some kind of alliance with Nol, no longer isolated and controlled by her. Team up with the very man who has been an alleged threat to the Hirahara name/family/fortune(???) all this while. GOD I want it so badly!!!!!!!!!! But also I think it would read SO WELL because it's what Kousuke could not, at this point in the story, do. Where Nol reached out and Kousuke confessed his darkest secret his darkest desire and left Nol alone, I want Kousuke to be in need of Nol's help and companionship, and Nol pull him up.

IT MAKES ME SO FUCKING EMOTIONALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL ;A;

IT'S THE BRIDGE FORMED BY SHINAE ALL OVER AGAIN!!!!! IT'S SHINAE SEEING A LIGHT AND GOODNESS IN PEOPLE EVEN IF IT'S OVERSHADOWED BY THE UGLIER, NASTIER PARTS OF THEM. IT'S SHINAE SEEING THIS IN SOMEONE AND SHINING THAT LIGHT FOR OTHERS TO SEE, TOO. FOR SOMEONE LIKE NOL WHO HAS SEEN IN KOUSUKE SOMEONE UNCHANGEABLE TO BE ABLE TO BE A FIGURE WHO COULD, PERHAPS, HELP KOUSUKE FIND THE COURAGE TO STAND UP TO WHAT SCARES HIM, TO GROW THAT SPINE? AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH I just ;________; I have FEELINGS you know? HOWLS

But yeah, that's exactly it!!!! It's that unlearning everything he believed about Nol, everything he believed about Nol in relation to himself, defies Yui. It's that being the brother he failed to be defies Yui. It's that teaming up with him and putting his trust in him defies Yui and LIL ANON I WANT THAT SOOOOOOOO BADLYYYYYYYY ;_____;

But yes, Nol the active force, while Kousuke is the one in the character development stage feels SO good to me, I want it so badly lmaooooo it's gonna be SO GOOD I promise you you don't sound crazy but also I've been pretty high on this catnip banquet quimchee gave me so like... take everything I say with a grain of salt because I AM SO UNHINGED NOW

I know there are a lot of fans who DON'T want Shinae to take up Yui's offer because I think they do fear it means Shinae will be corrupted - that learning to play Yui's game means becoming Yui or something but yeah, like you, I think Shinae is the opponent Yui CANNOT convert. She's met countless girls and even guys who would do anything for the power and money they possess, who attached themselves to Kousuke in hopes it would rub off on them. Alyssa bends to her EVERY WHIM. Meg was so fun to play around with and harass her own son with. But Shinae has such strong convictions that I think she WILL be the worthy opponent, because she IS the light. I firmly believe in that, too. Shinae shines so that others can find their glow, too. She shines so that others can escape. She'll play the game, but on her own terms, in her own way, never stooping to become what Yui has. If anything, I think her convictions coupled with her experience will yield someone so much more powerful than she'd ever imagined, because while in the corporate world empathy can be a weakness, I fully believe Shinae will be able to wield hers to help and to detract from Yui. UGH ALFJKAFKJAJFKJKF /AUGH/ I get SO excited thinking about iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit

ALSO

ALKFJALFAJFJKAFJKAF

/ALSO/!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SCREAMS

and i couldn't help but be all 👀👀👀👀👀 the poses, body language, the clothing, the implications... i know it's bonus content and doesn't have to mean anything but we know with quim most things do mean something don't they??

OF COURSE I KNWO EXACTLY WHAT IMAGES YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT OF COURSE I DO!!!!!!!! The 2021 Valentine's Doodles (do a search of valentine and they'll come right up) LKJAFLJAFLJAFLJKAFK AKJLFJLK AFKLAJFLKFJAFKJA AFLKJALJFKF HOWLS SO MUCH JUST BARKS AT THE MOON FRRRFFFFF RRRRFFFF FR FF AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

okay listen being reminded that illustration exists makes me feel SERIOUSLY unhinged like I CANNOT AND WILL NOT be normal about it because yes listen yes i agree. i know quimchee draws things for fun, but even when she does it always feels very... in character. her illustrations always suit the characters "why would they be in this situation" and like..... YEAH. It's the BODY LANGUAGE and how it ties right into what we are hoping we'll get from Nol and Shinae's continued relationship, it's something about the CONFIDENCE and her expression, how SHE'S the only one really seated on the throne - Nol lounges behind her, seated on the arm of the throne. It's HER throne, he's not even trying to take it from here - it feels SO VERY Shinae in charge so HONESTLY? I totally get why it gives you CEO Shinae vibes. Even if Nol does somehow end up in the family business (and listen I'm still pretty leery of that for now) there's this remaining sense that SHE'S in command, they aren't competing. in fact, if anything, Nol is her back up. He lounges out behind her like a cat on her shoulder, his arm draped over her shoulder connecting them. His gaze is as intense as hers!!!!! It feels SO FUCKING MUCH like power couple Shinae and Nol???? lmao (sorry Alyssa I know that was your dream)

I've always felt that a lot of quim's illustrations DO have some kind of implication, whether it's just telling us a dynamic between characters, a tone, or what, and this one just feels SO LOADED. Every time I think about Nol and Shinae as a unit, as a team, as having each other's backs. The fact that Nol LITERALLYYYYYYY has her back!!!!!!!! That feeling that he would sic you, if she so commanded it? OH GOD I LOVE IT lajkfkafjkafkjajkafjkafjkaf Cos yeah that's the thing even if it IS just their dynamic and not business-related, the dynamic STILL tells us a lot about Shinae in charge, of boss babe Shinae who is no victim to Yui, who is able to stand up to her adversary and look her in the face afljakfkajfkafj

god i am biting my hand and telling myself to reign it in but OH MY GOD I HAVE FEELINGS ABOUT IT

and now that we can pretty safely assume that Kousuke's role in this story never was as a love interest I think we can glean a little bit about the juxtaposition of these images against each other - again, like you said, it's the body language it's the attire. Shinae in Charge. I love her!

(no comment about neither shin or nol being able to sit on that chair normally but note taken)

aren't they both confirmed bi or bi-curious? LFKJALFJALFJAKFJAF LMAO see quimchee really tells us everything we need in these illustrations FLJAFLJKAFKJAFJ LMAO

I keep going back and forth on what I expect to happen at the hospital, because 3 remaining days IS a lot! I'm really torn on if I think Yui is going to be. It feels like it, right? It feels like it's building up to it, but part of it is because Yui is grappling for control, she needs to reign it back in and part of that involves finding Rand and/or Nol. But I keep thinking about like.... what purpose does it serve? Does Yui wield any power over other hospitals? The obvious and therefore most unlikely is that of course she'd find him and do something to harm him, but.... idk. I don't think Yui really wants Nol dead. She lives to torture him, she's like a sadistic cat with the half-dead mouse it's plays with til it exhausts itself and dies. She wants to instill fear in him. He's probably not on Nol's emergency contacts so no receptionist would just.... let her in and see him - but we're also talking about a person who could pay off anyone so it's like... are they likely to stand their ground against her? There's something very sinister and scary to me about Yui showing up where Nol is injured - though he's not totally bed-ridden but. Still. She didn't like his insolence the night before, but what kind of scene can she make in a public place? The other thing is, I can't imagine Nana leaving his side and if she WERE to leave his side, I imagine she would ensure SOMEONE, one of Nol's friends, are there to keep watch. Nana is no fool - she has a witch hunting book. She knows that Yui is relentless. So I've considered even IF Yui were to show up, Nol wouldn't be there alone, isolated. He'd have people there at his defense, and we know Nana is a great force against Yui already. We've seen Shinae stand up for him time and time again.

If anything, because this is meant to be setting things up for us to move into our timeskip, maybe it would be a "face off" for them, with Yui trying to remind Nol he better stay in line, lest anything "bad happen" (IMPLICATIONS) and Nol showing he is no longer that meek, scared little boy, that the power she holds over him isn't what it used to be. Of course, he was pretty drunk at the party the night before but I think a lot of the resolve remained. He jumped into that pool and came back Nolan, no longer Yeonggi. Maybe it would set up for the future that he is not to be underestimated. Nol officially entering the match~

I contemplate if I think Rand will show up at all. I feel like... when he left, it felt kind of final? He had made his decision - he had let enough harm befall his son, he doesn't deserve him after any of this. He's been a terrible father, he couldn't protect them, but at least he now has people in his life, people who have been for him what Rand couldn't be. But also.... I'm not satisfied with that and i wish rand would show up even if it's just to apologize. I know Nol isn't in the place to accept it or even believe his father loves or cares about him but I want Rand to at least make the effort. Even if Nol won't accept it. Especially if Nol won't accept it. Just fucking put it out there! Say the things you never do!!!!! Tell him how fucking SCARED you were when you saw his body in the snow bleeding out a pool of blood. How terrified you were and how you knew it was your failure. The pool was just mere HOURS before! Like, TWO? THREE TOPS?

Whatever Rand says can't and won't make up for anything but... especially because the theme of heart attacks continues to surround Rand, I want him to say it while he has the chance. I want him to admit his failings but also I want him to tell Nol what he means.

fljafjafjkjfka ;__________; I have such complicated feelings about them. Like. Like Kousuke, Nol does not require Rand's validation or love. But they deserve to know it, to see it, even if just once. Just to know it was real. Just to know that despite it all.

Part of me also wants Rand to visit just so Nol can really see: that could be his future. Maybe subconsciously become a warning to himself that he cannot continue to isolate himself, lest he become that husk of a man.

(I wonder if Alyssa even knows. Like. It sounds like news coverage was hush hush, at least about the involved parties. Nol isn't reaching out to her. Unless LMAO Rand does? Or god forbid Yui does. But even then it's like...... hmmmm. Would she want to see him? They parted on such bad terms and as an idol she doesn't exactly have a lot of free time, especially with a new album coming up. As far as she knows, Nol was meant to turn himself in today and be off to jail! WILD)

I absolutely think you're right, and especially as a non-shipper your insight is even less biased. It's funny because I am a person who always hated "toxic relationships" but I think what I hated was that often a female character was denied agency and she was often in love with (told but never explicitly shown in a way that makes you understand it) him despite how much of a jerk he is how he purposefully hurts her or doesn't respect her feelings. And I think that idea really snowballed and became a much bigger umbrella to things that don't apply. Nol definitely can be seen as being "toxic" although I wouldn't categorize him that way. When he has hurt Shinae, we've seen that it affects/hurts him, too. The sheer guilt he went through after their confrontation outside of his school that had him RETCHING. I think, yeah, if you aren't a pure cinnamon roll, there's a big chance you might get written off as toxic. Now, don't get me wrong. Stalkyoo is clearly the majority popular ship of ILY and has been for a long time, but when people try to pit Dieter vs Nol, that's how it largely feels. Like saying that because Nol is going through it, he's going to be a bad partner.

Like, first of all, never mind that knowing feelings doesn't immediately mean dating. But also.... idk it starts to rub me weird and I think we start to see a LOT of weird ableism. Cos right, Nol is so bad because he's SOOO unstable and thus Dieter is better - but like you said, they think nothing of Shinae's own baggage. It's not just about the male partner, it's about HER, too. We could even argue that Shinae having baggage would create issues for her and Dieter. That doesn't make them impossible. But we've seen that Nol and Shinae are getting better at handling each others' baggage, too. When she tried to run away after he climbed up to the roof to join her, he knew to stop her, because he knew it was Shinae shrinking in on herself, feeling vulnerable and exposed and wanting to run away from the situation instead of face it. Shinae is calling him out more and more. And after 231, which I assume you've read but I'll still keep it vaugue, I think we're seeing that even though Nol has been pushing her away, that part of his resolve is starting to break. He's figuring out his feelings and what they mean to feel them, to share them.

Idk it's just. Right lmao you're very right about all of it! I think there was this really big push about toxic relationships and wanting to see healthier relationships in media, especially YA books, right? To see fewer asshole male leads and more wholesome relationships. There's nothing wrong with that, I LOVE that! But that's the thing about Nol and Shinae - like you said. Relationships ARE work. They're SUPPOSED to be. You're constantly having to match yourself with your partner, to understand and meet their needs. Hashing things out early helps figure out your dynamic, if it's worth it. Arguing ISN'T bad. It doesn't mean "this is an ill fit relationship". It only is when neither of them resolve to change, when neither of them can accommodate the other. And I think we've seen that Shinae is VERY willing to accommodate, and I think we've seen enough of Nol's want vs resolve (he always caves; EVERY TIME he gives in and goes to her) will wear down. It's so inherently tied to his self-image but that's not an eternal thing.

Talking about one being more stable than the other just reeks of ableism. I hate the adage that you'll never be able to be loved until you can learn to love yourself. It's GROSS, it's stupid!!!!!! Sometimes people see in us the things we can't see until they illuminate it, until they help us see that thing in ourselves, and THAT is Nol and Shinae to me. It's Nol seeing in her someone who is so scared and insecure who doesn't believe in herself and just needed encouragement, just needed a little nudging, just needed to be believed in. Look HOW MUCH she's grown since we met her, how much she's come around!!!!!!! He illuminated something in her she couldn't see. And I think that's what Shinae's persistent love and care for Nol is. He is so convinced he's unloveable, that he's this monster, that he brings harm to those he loves, but she's so persistent I think it can't help but wear down that resolve. Can't help but give him some hope. To think maybe, maybe, if anyone can find it in him, it's her. That maybe if she can see it, he might one day, too?

Relationships are about GROWING TOGETHER. It's not come back when you're "healthy" and "recovered" or whatever that means. Like, yeah, there are circumstances that will stand in the way of Shinae and Nol being in a relationship - but it's not about their "mental states". aljfkjafkjaf this is a whole other essay but lmao I JUST HAVE SUCH STRONG FEELINGS like I don't hate people shipping Shinae and Dieter! I love them, too! I enjoy them as a pairing. Yeah, Stalkyoo is my OTP but it doesn't stop me enjoying other pairings. I just hate when people try to make it about who is "better" and by better than mean "mentally healthier" or that relationships that require effort and work are somehow inherently unhealthy and toxic. At the end of the day, anyway, it's about who Shinae loves. Who lights her up, who makes her feel that spark, who she WANTS to put that effort into. She could easily decide that yeah, loving Nol is a fight she doesn't want to have, that she doesn't have the endurance for it. But that still doesn't make it a toxic pairing - it just means it wasn't right for her.

(But yes I WILL bark at the moon about it! Speak your mind, Lil Anon, you are on the same page!!! It's about the MUTUAL GROWTH AND SUPPORT. IT'S ABOUT SEEING SOMETHING IN EACH OTHER, AND LIKEWISE HELPING ONE AND OTHER SEE IT. IT'S ABOUT FINDING SOMEONE WHO LIGHTS UP THE DARKNESS, YOU GIVES YOU HOPE, WHO MAKES YOU A LITTLE LESS AFRAID. IT'S ABOUT THE PARALLELS, GOD HELP ME IT'S ALWAYS ABOUT THE MIRRORS. It's about the people you will run to the ends of the earth for because THAT'S how much they matter THAT'S how important they are because you CANNOT bear to lose them because life without them means nothing AND GOD I cannot imagine their lives without each other sobs)

Also don't worry about your wording! I think we CAN argue Nol is flawed and messy, in addition to troubled, and that's not an inherently bad thing. Everyone is flawed, and I definitely knew what you meant. Aren't most teenagers messy? He has such big feelings and especially for his age on top of normal feelings and it's so hard to NOT be messy. There's no way he can have everything figured it out!

Okay I know this response is like SO LATE lmao but I'll tell you anyway what I EXPECTED to happen. I thought Yui already knew of Simhan - what he looked like and stuff like that, but it felt felt much like she didn't quite know until the details started to come in and the DREAD was just HEAVY in my stomach I was just screaming and climbing walls during their meeting. All the information! Just like that!!!! Right into the palm of their hands!!!! AND!!!!! They can lead her to Nol. GOD it's so unnerving and stressful how easily she could just gather all of that and I am TERRIFIED. The ominous image of Simhan trapped in the beer bottle is just back to HAUNT MEEEEEEEEE. I don't doubt that's where it's going - or at least that he'll be tempted towards it. It's definitely going to be a battle but I don't want to see things fall apart again. :( Earlier I'd wondered if that might be what lead Shinae to HAVING to rely on Yui's offer, against her better wishes. But now that Rand is convincing Shinae to do it.... idk. Maybe it still will be? I hope not. I DO want to see things go well. I DO want the Yoos and the Parks to be a family, for Minhyuk to be the big brother he's been, for them to know PEACE and not have to struggle and fight and claw their ways to stay afloat AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

May Mina and the power of love be enough to help Simhan avoid tragedy FLJAFJLKAKFJAKF SOBS

[astheworldfallsdown-writing]

Chapter II - Move On

Bright white lights flashed on the crowd, filled with mostly older, scruffy looking men, but a few women appeared too, most being the wives of the men. They roared and clapped, looking upon the winner of tonight's Womens Brawler one on one match. Her cherry red hair was french braided back, but that was no match for her shaggy side bangs or baby hairs. At the start of a match, she looked like a million credits, well, for Greyslough. But by the end, she was as sweaty as a tourist on Tatooine, her makeup smudged, body red from the hits, and sometimes a bit of blood.

“Val! Val! Val!” The crowd chanted in unison as the redhead stood up from her knees.

“And the winner by pinfall… Valll!” The ring announcer spoke in the microphone, holding up Valerie’s arm by her wrist. She used her other to wipe the blood from her bottom lip.

After a few moments of glory, Valerie left the circular platform, walked up a small ramp and through a black curtain. A few men gave her a pat on the back as she walked by them, all proud of the match she had put on and the perseverance she displayed. It was against an opponent she had faced before, several times actually, but Valerie knew that the other girl had been training hard to win. And there was her opponent, sitting in the women's dressing room, removing the fighters tape from her hands and knuckles.

Valerie walked in and took a deep gulp from her water canister. She watched her remove the tape, waiting for her to look up. The girl finally got rid of the tape and held back her dark, curly hair, glancing at Valerie.

“I’m gonna get ya next time, I hope ya know.” She spoke in her thick Greyslough accent, shaking a finger at the Naboo native.

Valerie laughed, relieved to see her opponent and friend in a better mood than expected. “I don’t doubt it, you really have made great progress, Shina.”

Shina waves her hands. “Don’t you get started. There’ll be progress when I pin ya on that mat.” She stood and gave Valerie a gentle shove. “You got any plans then?”

“Come on, you know me.” Valerie walked towards the shower room. “The only plans I’ve got are heading home and getting a good rest.”

“Yeah after 2:00 am maybe.” Shina poked as Valerie ran the water cool. “How’s Mr McDavin doin’ anyway?”

Valerie stepped into the shower, closing the curtain behind her and sighed. In all honesty, things hadn’t been going so well for Shay, the man who saved her all those years ago. Last year he had suffered his second heart attack since Valerie had known him, and though this year he hadn’t had one, she could feel his weakness growing and his strength leaving. It pained her to sleep in the same house as him every night, sensing when he felt pain or discomfort, she wanted to help so badly but she had already done all she could. 

“Things are how they are.” Valerie said curtly, rinsing the sweat off her toned body.

Shina felt sorry for her situation, not many people knew much about Valerie, that’s how she liked it, but Shina was her closest friend and she knew the pain Valerie came from. 

“You know if you ever need anything, ya tell me, right?” Shina asked while applying some fresh berry body spray. “I’m nowheres from yer house, even if ya need a sleepover or somethin’.” She heard Valerie laugh quietly. “Ay I’m bein’ serious.”

The water shut off and Valerie took her towel to dry off. “I know, I’m just thinking of the last sleepover we had.” She said with a smile, stepping out of the shower stall with her towel wrapped around her like a strapless dress.

“That definitely was somethin’.” Shina said as a smile crept onto her face as well. “In my defense, Shay should know better than to keep his Chugger’s Chaw in the open when a couple of twenty three year old girls are hanging around lookin’ for some fun.”

“ “out in the open”” Valerie laughed. “It was literally in the bottom drawer of the side table, you were just snoopy.”

“Maybe, but we had a fun time.” Shina sipped on some sparkling water. “I’ll never forget that furious look on his face, ha, what a guy.” She zipped up her duffle bag and checked her com for any missed messages or calls. Valerie slipped on a black shirt with some old band’s logo on it, dark blue pants and her white leather boots. Shina placed her com in her back pocket. “Right well, I’m gonna have a drink with the guys, tell me when you’ve gotten home, k?”

Valerie nodded with a small smile. “Have fun out there loser.”

Shina flipped off Valerie as she left the room, Valerie laughed under her breath and pulled the tie off that kept her braid intact. Her red locks bounced as she ran her fingers through it, brushing out any potential knots. It was almost as if she had been to a beach, the sweat from the fight gave her hair nice curls, not nearly as tight as Shina’s though. Valerie liked to take a moment to herself after each match, regaining her energy and calming her mind. Becoming a brawler wasn’t the first thing that came to mind when Valerie would think about her future all those years ago, but it was the path she ended up taking. She sometimes wondered how things could’ve been differently if she had left GreySlough, if she had tried to continue her training to become a Jedi. But those thoughts were most times dropped and pushed to the furthest corner of her brain before she could give her head any chance to run wild with theories. 

Brrrrr… Brrrr

Her com buzzed on the hardwood countertop. It was a couple seconds before she reached over and realized it was her preset alarm. She didn’t have an expensive com, not one that reflected messages into the air above it and displayed holograms, it was the cheapest but most efficient one she could get on the planet. “Shay’s night pills @ 11:00 pm” the screen read.

“Shit.” Valerie cursed under her breath while she scrambled to put her damp fighting gear in her backpack.

For the last couple years, Shay had been prescribed different sets of pills that were meant to be taken at different times of the day. They would help keep him healthy and keep his heart from going too fast, and though Valerie wasn’t his caretaker, she still took it upon herself to make sure he was as healthy and strong as he possibly could be. This was the man who practically saved her life all those years ago, she felt it was the least she could do.

Valerie finished packing her things away and zipped up her black sweater before shutting off the lights and closing the door. She slid a small silver key into the keyhole and turned it til she felt a click, trying to listen for the click would be no use considering the bar was still packed. The crowd continued to roar, invested in the final match of the night while she entered from the backstage. She smiled, looking around at the sea of familiar faces, all people who watched her evolve from a scared ex-padawan to the strongest woman in town, though they didn’t know she was a padawan. Shay felt it best to be kept a secret so no one bothered her about it, and because half the town was anti anything political. Greyslough was a neutral planet, it sometimes bothered Valerie to think about it, but she wasn’t about to try and change what hadn’t been broken. The Empire didn’t invade Greyslough because they didn’t see a point in it, nor did The First Order.

She was halfway through the venue before she glanced around, looking for her hearty opponent of the night. And there Shina was, sitting at the bar chatting and laughing with a few of her friends and probably some fans. Valerie watched her until they made eye contact, she waved goodbye to her friend and Shina held up her glass of beer to her with a smile. Then just as Valerie turned and began to walk to the exit, she heard someone call her.

“Val!” A man with short brown hair and tan skin waved his hand back and forth in an attempt to get her attention. Valerie stopped and watched him get through the crowd towards her. “Hey, your name’s Val, right?” He finally made it to her, he wore black pants and a brown leather jacket with black, horizontal stripes on the shoulders.

“Valerie, yeah.” She said, looking at the man who she did not recognize. Was he new here? Can’t be a tourist. She thought to herself

“Valerie, pleasure to meet you. You’re a very talented fighter.” The man spoke loudly over the crowd so she could hear his every word. She felt very suspicious and mildly uncomfortable, not knowing someone in this town wasn’t something she was used to.

“Thanks.” She said curtly. “Do you have family here or?”

“Oh no, no I don’t. Doing some scouting actually.” He said with a smile on his face, his friendliness making Valerie want to ditch this place as soon as she could.

“Scouting? Like for brawlers?” She asked and crossed her arms. There were in fact scouters for brawlers but they only visited Greyslough every 5 years, and never this well dressed.

“Well, not necessarily. You see, I’m with an organization who is looking to.. Expand. So I’m here looking to see if anyone here has what it takes.” He spoke carefully, Valerie nodded simply just to show she wasn’t ignoring him. “I think you have what it takes.”

“Oh wow.” Valerie said unenthusiastically. “Really? Thanks.” She slowly began to back up to the door. “I should get going. But thanks though.”

“No wait, please!” He said reaching out and grabbing her arm. “Seriously, we could really use someone like you.”

Valerie rolled her eyes and sighed. “I have no interest.”

He let go of her arm. “But I haven’t even told you what it is.”

Another sigh slipped out of her mouth. “Ok, I’ll bite.” She tilted her head at him, it was now or never.

“You ever heard of The Resistance?”

Valerie instantly smirked and turned away, walking straight to the door. She felt she had wasted her time enough, and she didn’t want to keep Shay waiting any longer. She was half way through the damp parking lot when she heard the man again calling to her.

“Valerie! Just give it some thought! My name is Isaac, I’ll be around!” He called from the bar door, Valerie lifted up a hand to acknowledge his words, though they really didn’t mean anything to her.

The Resistance was not something she had any interest in joining, though she didn’t keep up with any galaxy news, she knew they had more than enough support from within and from other planets. And on top of that, she wasn’t even sure if that man, ‘Isaac’, was even legit or just a drunk visitor experiencing their first brawler show. It didn't matter to her anyway, she just wanted to get home, check on Shay, and go to sleep. 

The house was about a 15 minute walk from the bar and the rest of the ‘downtown’ strip, which was literally one clothing store and a grocery store. Valerie occasionally thought about opening up her own store there, selling imported gifts and goods, but it would be way too expensive to start up so she never went through with it. But she did miss all the little trinkets she used to collect. Sometimes Master Luke would take a group of padawans to a new planet for training, a new atmosphere to take in helped expand the mind and test skills in a different way. Valerie always made sure to buy at least something small wherever they visited. The one time they visited Kashyyyk she forgot to grab something, luckily one of her classmates had kept her in his mind and brought her back something when he visited. A small keychain, carved from the trees that grew on the planet and shaped like her star sign. It was one of the few things she still had from her past, hooked on to her keys to the bar back room and Shay’s house.

It was a habit of Valerie’s to knock on Shay’s front door before entering, he told her nearly every time for the first year she lived there that it was unnecessary but eventually gave up. She entered and closed the door behind her, noticing the light in the living room was on and she could hear the radio playing some folksy sound.

“Shay?” She called while taking her boots off.

“I’m in here, lass.” Called Shay from the living room. “How’d ya do tonight? I’m sorry I couldn’t make it but a certain gal wouldn’t let me leave the bloody house!”

Valerie shook her head at his sassy remark. “Because that certain gal knows you’d drink too much and have to carry you home.” She had no problem sassing him right back. “And it went well, I won.”

“Atta girl.” Shay sat on his favourite chair beside the window with the side table tucked close by. He turned the radio down slightly. “Shina get mad?”

Valerie took off her sweater and placed her bag down by the staircase. “No, not really.” She walked into the room and sat on the couch nearby. “She did good too, still needs some practice.”

“Ha.” Shay remarked. “As if that’ll help her beat ya.” He chuckled, making Valerie smile a bit. Shay was her number one fan from day one, and actually the reason why she joined the brawlers, he knew she’d be great at it and he wasn’t wrong.

“Oh, did you take your pills?” Valerie remembered and looked at him with focused eyes.

“Yes, yes, don’t worry Val. I knows I’m old but I’m not stupid, right.” Shay grumbled, he didn’t like how much she looked after him. Nothing would change his mind from seeing her as the young girl who had lost it all, after all these years he still felt the need to protect and provide for her. Even though she was the one making the money to support them now.

“I know. I just want to make sure.” Valerie held her hands up with innocence.

Shay took a drink from his glass of meiloorun juice, a bit of the red liquid dripping onto his graying beard. Valerie looked to the floor and played with her fingers, even though she acted like that apparent Resistance scouter didn’t matter to her, it started to cloud her head, she couldn’t put her finger on why exactly, but she began to feel things she hadn’t felt in years.

“What’s wrong?” Shay brought her back down from her head being in the clouds.

“Oh um…” She said quietly. “I don’t know. There was a guy at the bar tonight, said he was with The Resistance..” And right then and there, she regretted her words.

“The Resistance?!” Shay sat forward quickly. “Who was he? What did he want?”

Shay had brought up The Resistance several times throughout the years, he would sometimes suggest Valerie should leave Greyslough and go join. Valerie never listened to him of course, the thought of leaving the planet left her unsettled, and sometimes panicked. 

“You know, never mind.” She said standing up from her seat.

“Valerie-” Shay began.

“No, I don’t even know if he actually was with The Resistance, he was probably just a drunk having his fun.” Valerie walked towards the stairs and picked up her belongings she had placed down. “It’s getting late anyway, you should get some sleep.”

“Valerie.” Shay started again, she stopped, one foot on the stairs. “This could be your chance.”

She hadn’t heard his voice this serious and bright, hopeful even, in years, or maybe ever.

Valerie turned to him slightly. “Shay, it's a chance I don’t want.”

“Dear, I know you’re probably scared..”

“Shay.”

“But you’ve got to move on from here some day.”

“Shay!” She raised her voice, she never did, not at him. She quickly caught herself and breathed. “That’s enough of this. I’m sorry, but goodnight.”

She felt upset that she had yelled, but she just hated hearing him say those things. She went upstairs and to her bedroom without another word, not from her or Shay. The door shut behind her with a small push as she began to change into her sleep clothes. Her mind felt so scattered, she didn’t know what to do to calm it. She sat on her bed, head in her hands as she breathed slowly and deeply. The house grew quiet as the radio downstairs was turned off. It only made her feel guilty for speaking the way she did to Shay.

There wasn’t much that could be done anyways. Valerie laid down in her bed, using what small portion of the force she still felt to flick off her light. But she quickly shot up from her position and looked at her hand. This was the first time she had used the force in almost 5 years, and it was instinctual, she didn’t even realize she was using it til the light was off. The last thing she needed was another topic rushing around her mind. Maybe that was why her force instincts had kicked in, too much going on. The force worked in funny ways, sometimes it required lots of focus and a clear mind, sometimes it could be used like second nature.

She blew out from her mouth. “Keep it calm, Valerie.” She whispered to herself, picking up her Peglin plush and holding it. You’ll be fine with some rest. She thought before laying back down and closing her eyes for the night.

[sourswords]

I made a character design challenge for the forum I’m part of. Every Sunday in May, I would post a one-word prompt, and the participants would have to combine the prompt with three random emojis rolled by a generator. Here’s the characters I made! Information under the cut.

Week 1: “Hunt” + snail / ogre / party popper By day, Shina is a traveling merchant who sells party poppers and sparklers (and more powerful stuff like firecrackers, if you ask nicely and have the coin). By night, she stuffs her little party poppers with the really dangerous stuff and uses them to hunt the monsters that prowl the darkness. They're surprisingly effective.

Week 2: “Divine” + receipt / barber pole / angry symbol Kelly is an accountant who serves the local money god. He just discovered that someone has been embezzling donations from the temple, and if he doesn't figure out who did it fast, his ass is grass.

Week 3: “Corruption” + cherry / comet / lizard Diablo is an alien who crashed to Earth. This was by design--she's supposed to fly through space and crash-land periodically. It's how her comet-like species reproduces. But someone chained her down and kept her from leaving so they could study her. The constant exposure to the sun's rays is causing her to flake apart. If she could just find a way to break her chains, she'd be able to escape, but the chains are stronger than they look...

Week 4: “Leader” + goat / jack o’lantern / watermelon Junie's parents told her that she could be anything when she grew up. She jumped the gun on that, and now the 12-year-old is the leader of all the neighborhood kids. It started out as the kids harmlessly goofing around and pretending to worship Halloween (because who doesn't love spooky season?), but Junie seems to be developing some strange abilities and becoming far more aloof as her group becomes steadily more... cultish. And where did she get that staff?

[justscrolling765]

This is so specific and I love it for that cause yeah I could so see Ann attempting to throw a small thing for Kuzan since he doesn't seem the party person like she and Shanks are so the idea of her although making a small party but losing control of the party is just hilarious to me. I bet it was Bell who invited more people selling so called tickets to the party or something!

Poor Rosinante had no clue what he was getting into that night

Also got to ask Shina did that happen to you? Cause that's such a specific thing and I find that hilarious! Especially the idea of it history repeating itself and Ann learning it was actually her idea all along. Buggy being in the crossfire of all this mayhem is the cherry on top fair play mate I love this answer!

Hi i don't know if this blog is dead but...we've seen Kuzan celebrate Ann's birthday how do you think Ann would celebrate his?

It’s not dead guys I promise🙏 I just haven’t been drawing much but I am getting back into drawing and writing!!!

Anyway, I feel like Ann and physically cannot throw a tame party. If she cares about someone enough to be the one to plan and set things up she can try all she wants but it always turns into a full blown pirate party.

I think the first time she threw one for him was in the marines and she invited a couple people (belle, Cora, Saul, etc) and that was it. They probably played games for a while but then people just. Started showing up. Like??? She does not know where they came from, they’re not even on base right now? But anyway it devolves from there

Somebody brought food, another had fireworks.

There was a devil fruit user who could make wine and after that it was game over.

Cora woke up on a whole different island, Belle’mere was in a tree, Kuzan vaguely remembers someone doing a backflip off a building (uninjured somehow) but that’s not even the important thing to him the next day because Ann, himself, and three other people he doesn’t know are in the middle of the ocean on inner tubes that are tied together.

Not a single one of them remembers how they got there, they’re hungover, and it’s effectively impossible for him or the civilians to do anything (he’d drown and the civs just can’t swim that far).

Ann finally wakes up, pauses, and whispers under her breath “I guess it was my idea after all”

Kuzan doesn’t know wtf that means but Ann swims them to an island (“this island is three days from where we were Ann how did we get here” “🤷‍♀️”)

It’s not until years later when buggy (in tears) regales him with the tale of when he, Ann, and Shanks woke up in the middle of the sea on inner tubes after being blackout drunk. They argued for three hours about who’s idea it was before Shanks and Ann took turns pulling them to a nearby island (which happened to be the island they were going to, thank god)

Kuzan tells him his experience

Buggy vows to strangle her next time he sees Ann.

@justscrolling765

[luckyrave]

The Tale of Sachiko Uzumaki Chapter 1 Preview

What’s going on my fellow NaruSaku peeps, hope you all have been doing well and haven’t forgotten about The Tale of Sachiko Uzumaki story I announced last month because it is coming really soon. I was honestly gonna hold this off until we got closer to the 28th, but I felt a little generous in giving you guys a little preview  of the first chapter for you guys to get a little taste of Sachi’s personality and how she opens up the story.  So without further adieu here is a little glimpse of the first chapter. 

                                       Chapter 1: Provenance:

Hey there I’ve got one simple question to ask. What is it you might ask?  Well.... Have you heard the tale about a young boy who was ostracized by the entire village because Kurama - The Nine Tailed Fox was sealed within him? and that his dream was to gain the respect of everyone in the village by becoming Hokage? Based on that, I could only imagine the thought that’s crossing your mind; Oh no it’s somebody that wants to follow down the same path! Yeah Like anybody is gonna sit through all that a second time!

   Don’t worry I have no intentions of gaining the respect from the villagers, or dream of becoming Hokage. After all that story was all about my father.  

My name is Sachiko Uzumaki, but everyone in the village calls me Sachi.  I am a child of two of the four strongest heroes who brought an end to The Fourth Great Ninja War. I’ve already told you about my father Naruto Uzumaki - The Seventh Hokage. The second hero from the war was my mother Sakura Haruno Uzumaki. She was revered throughout the world as The Blazing Cherry Blossom because she stood her ground alongside my father against Kaguya Ootsutsuki and The ferocious creature known as The Ten Tails. Legends say that mother’s wrath left people shaking between their legs if anyone messed with her and those she cared about. In fact,  She was the first to act when my father was on the verge of death during the war. It was these actions that gave rise to an entire generation of kunoichi who were dedicated to her teachings. The truth is everything they’ve accomplished in life is what inspires me the most about being a ninja.

In fact, this story began in the comfortness of my own room. It was just like any typical morning when the sun rose into the sky, and there I was snuggled in the sheets and my head resting against the soft pillow. The birds were chirping in the background where I could stretch my arms up, and look at the window to say “Good morning Konoha!” Honestly, that scenario would’ve been perfect for yours truly. Alas, it was unfortunately destroyed since a certain someone with blonde hair and green eyes shoved me awake multiple times like usual.  

“UGGGH! You dofus! Why can’t you just let me wake up in peace?” My eyes twitched towards my twin brother Shinachiku.

He raised an eyebrow, “Because odds are you would’ve overslept for the big day we have at the Academy..”  

“Oh the big day...” I yawned loudly before realizing, “The big day... You mean that’s happening today? Like today, today?”

He nodded as sweat fell off my forehead.

“I... I better get ready then...” My heart suddenly accelerated.

Shina laughs silently, “Better hurry cause we’ve only got 40 minutes to go.”

                                       End of  Chapter 1 Preview!

Look forward to the full chapter on Sunday March 28th!

[countryshitposts]

The Wasted Years, The Wasted Youth

- Japan could not remember what was and what is present. All he knows is that these are fragments.

Trigger Warnings: violence, gore, murder, child abuse

hey so ya’ll can have this 8k one-shot now

-460 “Are we there yet, haha?”, a young boy asks, as he follows his mother through the terrains of the palace, bouncing up and down, while his mother puts her smooth dark hair back in place, as she hums to herself a song she sings to Japan every night to get him to sleep; it was simply entrancing and melodious to the young child as he tugs on her clothing once again to get her attention.

She simply smiles at him, her kindly eyes full of natural fire, as she bends down to pick up her son, who giggles underneath her grasp. “We’re almost there, watashi no musuko.”

His mother kisses his forehead, and he giggles a little, looking at his mother with cheerful grey eyes, feeling his mother’s warmth envelop him. Japan sees bright light up ahead, and he coos at his mother, asking if they are almost there, to which she nods with full certainty, as she bends down and lets him go- now he misses his mother’s warmth, and he tugs at her clothes to signal he wants to be carried by her, but she laughs.

“You have two feet, shin’aina”, she replies playfully, and Japan huffs petulantly. She kisses his cheek, as she takes his hand, warmth once again enveloping the both of them, and her son smiles as they make their way to the gardens.

He could see that there are two boys in the gardens, talking to each other, looking virtually the same in any other way, but the taller of the two looking experienced, his dark hair cropped short and smooth, his crimson red eyes brimming with ambition, toying with the weapon on his hilt. The shorter of the two had dark hair and purple eyes, and he was talking to the taller boy with a worried tone.

Japan could feel his mother’s grip tightening around him, sweat covering her palm, and he looks up- she was biting her lip, eyeing the two boys with a wary look on her face.

As mother and son approach the pair however, they cease talking, the gardens now once again full of peaceful quiet, as they both turn to them, eyes on Japan. The first boy’s red eyes bore into Japan’s mind, his blood running cold as his heart stops in horrid fear, his lungs pushing him to breath harder, hating the fact that his red eyes were the shade of blood; his eyes were now brimming with a mixture of ambition and hatred. The other glares at Koku as if he had done wrong, but his ice-cold glare could never match up to the blood-shot eyes of his brother.

“Teikoku, Tokyo, where is your mother?”, Japan’s mother asks, lips curling, “or was she too… unwell to visit the palace?”

Teikoku’s glare now targets Kyoto, his teeth gritting as his eyes spit fire. “We decide to visit this place to see our own father.”

Kyoto sighs a little, “He is busy today.”

Teikoku raises a brow, “He is busy with what? Spending time with his concubines?”

Kyoto bites her lip; meanwhile, Japan was in awe of how glorious these men look, but their eyes are filled with hate as they stare at him, as if he was the cause of all their grievances, even if he was a youth oblivious to the matters they concern themselves with, wishing to forever keep his innocence and peace, wanting his entire life to be nothing more than butterflies and flowers.

Kyoto’s gaze hardens, “Go back to your mother, or your tutors. You have no place in the sun.”

Teikoku scoffs, a smirk playing on his lips as his gaze turns back to Japan, “You are just afraid we will taint your son. Oh well, goodbye, baishunpu.”

As they leave mother and son, the elder one turning back to give Japan one last murderous glare, they bring with them the peculiar and strange feeling that he had felt from the start. He tugs on his mother’s sleeve, gaining her attention.

“Who are they, mama?”

“No need to think about them, my taiyō, their wickedness has no place in your heart.” She puts a finger to his chest and he giggles.

+1

Japan dreams of he and his mother, in a field of flowers, the number of butterflies swarming and fighting for the pollen of the plants, but in the end it disturbs the peace he and his mother had made for themselves, as colourful wings flutter left and right, up and down, making him a little dizzy, his entire body wishing to swat these damned insects away, no longer is he fond of how beautiful the patterns on their wings are, and he swats them away, away from him and at his mother, who was strangely not disturbed by them.

Then as he takes a look back at his mother, who was so awfully serene in the midst of a butterfly apocalypse, he drops everything in his arms in horror.

She was a corpse, sitting on the grass that is now attached to her dead skin, the warm smile always on her face dead, her eyes closed as if she was sleeping, her hair falling down in clumps as her hands are now already shredded to the bone.

He screams in horror as the butterflies direct their attention towards her body, now devouring the only kindred soul he had.

Japan immediately wakes, his heart beating in rhythm with his breaths, entire body shaking as he panics; he is enveloped in darkness, beads of sweat dripping down from his face and into wherever they dropped into, his grey eyes finding a source of light that would calm him from his nightmare, still seeing the corpse of his mother in his eyelids.

He questions why he was not in his comfortable bedroom, his head pounding and his heartbeat accelerating, his throat sore as if he had screamed a thousand screams in his own mouth, his long dark hair wet, perhaps from his sweat. The only thing he could feel was the hardness of this damned bed, gnawing at him with their texture of hate, wishing for him to suffer the same fate as them, stuck in the darkness, as evil looms inside this room, no company whatsoever.

Then he smells the blood on his clothes, fresh and sweet, and his fingers mangled, feeling his fingernails scrape stone.

And then he remembers everything.

-2

Japan cosies himself more into his mother’s lap, as she silently fixes his hair, strangely distracted as if her son is not the only thing in her mind, as if her mind has jumbled up too much of her reality and she is now about to pay the price for her salvation. She was not even humming any types of song, as if she had never sang in front of her child in the first place and that she had lost her voice all from worry of the unknown.

“Why do you look so scared, haha?”, he asks Kyoto, who perks up from the rather odd interruption, finally noticing there is youthful life in her room.

Kyoto smiles down at her child, her smile comparable to the cherry blossoms at bloom, but more majestic and entrancing, her lips the soft petals that flow in the wind, as he watches them with his mother in amazement.

“I’m not scared, I’m simply worried, my dear”, she replies with a small sigh, tickling the child underneath her arms as he babbles and giggles out loud. “Worried that your father’s reign will come to an end, and leave you as his heir.”

Japan blinks up at Kyoto, grey eyes full of confusion. “But mama, why don’t you want me to be heir? It is my birthright after all.”

She only gives him a sad smile, “You will be too young to rule if your father’s reign would end so abruptly. I cannot help you and only your father’s ministers will help you. Especially those two young men…”

Japan nods; he does not understand his mother’s constant worry for him, as he wants to be emperor of the country now and forever, but he knows his mother was simply worried for him. She goes back to minding her own business, disregarding the fact that her son exists, so he decides to comfort his mother, wishing to bring her out of her wit’s end.

“Haha?”, he gains his mother’s attention once again, as she looks back at him with questions in her eyes, but it did not succeed in taking her spirit away.

“Yes, aisare shi-sha?”, she asks, her voice covered with sweetness.

“Watashi no tame ni utaemasu ka”, he asks from her mother, who smiles and kisses his forehead, obeying her son.

“Mochiron, watashi no musuko”, she replies, as she clears her throat, handling Japan tightly as if he was a newborn baby, opening her mouth to unleash the most beautiful voice he has heard a thousand times in life.

Her voice was brilliant; as if she was performing in all those theatres he had seen for himself, none talking of her marvellous talent except for him and only him, as she starts to sing a song he has heard one thousand and one times, getting tired of the lullaby but never getting tired of the singer.

“Nennen korori yo, Okorori yo. Bōya wa yoi ko da, Nenne shina.

Bōya no omori wa, Doko e itta? Ano yama koete, Sato e itta.

Sato no miyage ni, Nani morotta? Denden taiko ni, Shō no fue.”

Japan, never really one for staying late, yawns as he hears his mother’s voice, always there to make him feel better, always there to comfort him in his times of need, as if her voice was his path finder in life, and without it he will suffocate at the hands of evil, its claws digging into his neck. His mother must have sensed his exhaustion, as she softly chuckles and kisses him on the forehead.

“Yukkuri o yasumi, little one.”

(Japan only realised now that this was the last time he gets to hear her sing.)

+100

Everything has become routine for him; him scratching on the walls, desperately in search of an exit before giving up as he gasps in pain, one of his nails clipped off by the impenetrable stone walls, lounging on his make-shift bed, staring boredly into the darkness, wishing for something worthwhile to happen, wishing to entertain himself rather than sleeping since the only thing he sees is his mother who is dead-

He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself, softly humming a song his mother used to sing to him when he was but an innocent, naive small boy (he still was; though he could not say life was kind to him now), who has unfortunately been taught that life has its uphills and downhills, that life would spit acid on your face and call it a day in the hardest way possible.

He tries counting the days with his own fingers scraping into the mouldy and dirty stone walls, his only friend the darkness.

His ears then hear the sound of metal clinking, knowing the guards are once again back with his food, knowing this is his one chance in escaping this inferno he had created all by himself.

“Well well well, if it isn’t my dearest brother.” Japan’s ears perk up, knowing that disgusting voice all too well, the voice full of too much pleasure and madness, as if he was possessed by a demon that still controls every action and reaction of his. He finds himself face to face with those crimson red eyes swirling with madness and ambition, as if he never fulfilled his dreams despite the fact he had taken his father’s throne.

And Japan’s right to it as well.

His younger brother did not have the heart to reply, his days being accompanied by darkness not treating him well, the small foods and morsels he had scraped by cannot sustain his hunger, nor do the bowls of water could sustain his parched self. So all he could do is stare up at Teikoku with his dead grey eyes, knowing that his brother’s eyes still instill fear inside him, continuing to gnaw in his insides until he drops dead from fright.

After gaining the courage and energy to do so, softly, he asks, “What are you doing here?”

The sly grin on Teikoku’s face grows wider. “To see if you are still alive; I am quite surprised you managed a hundred days living and rotting in this cell.”

Japan does not speak, too exhausted from his question a while ago, his head hung low, eyes on the stone floors, which are being lit by the light from the ajar metal door.

“Well, since I see you are still - disappointedly - alive, I will leave you now.” Without giving his younger brother a second glance, he stalks out of the cell, and closes the door, once again leaving Japan being embraced by the darkness.

-453

Japan once again encounters the strange brothers that he had seen in the palace gardens a few days ago, talking to each other as if they were in the privacy of their house.

“Father has grown weak, Tokyo”, says Teikoku, his posture straight, his eyes pinning down on his younger brother, who was trying not to be afraid of him. “It is time for a new administration to rise and topple the old one to the ground. The shogunate must fall.”

“You mustn't say such dastardly things in public!”, Tokyo berates his brother, his voice soft with fright and the fear people were listening to their conversation. “We will be deemed as traitors!”

Teikoku scoffs, and Japan could tell this man has confidence and pride mixing to one, which will be his downfall in the near future. “Let them hear us; after all, what evidence do they have against us when they face Father’s court? None. None at all.”

“Even if the shogunate does fall, we will not be the one to inherit it.” Tokyo’s face sours with recall. “It will be that little kaibutsu taking what is rightfully ours.”

Teikoku laughs, wicked and evil, “He would not stand a chance against us. We have expertise on combat and swords and knowledge, while he cannot read most words.”

The two brothers laugh at the elder’s joke, all the while making Japan lose confidence in himself, as if the words of these two bullies could change the duality of time, as if they can actually and directly change the way things run in this country, nothing more and nothing less. He takes a small deep sigh, his entire cheery and jovial mood crushed by fear and paranoia, the brothers’ treats feeling real, their determination to get to their dreams so frightening to his childish brain, still clinging onto the hope that he shall succeed his father, the greatest of all shoguns.

(He meets with his mother, who was worried sick of where he had wandered off to, and his mood lightens as he snuggles warmly with his mother.)

+1,023

He paces around his cell, head hung low to the floors he could never see in the darkness, his grey eyes seeing and noting nothing but shades of black, black, black. As if he was underground, in a location that will never be known to men. He paces back and forth, back and forth with no end, as if his entire life has now been reduced to atoms with the absence of light, his feet mindlessly brushing on stone after stone, his head not lost in thoughts nor memory, but lost in nothing.

There was nothing in his mind, no thoughts that can save himself from the slowly growing insanity inside of him, waiting to pounce and cackle as it does; no memories come up, and if some do come up they are tainted by the human mind’s need of imagining everything was still fine, nothing was wrong, that he was not trapped in this cell for god knows how long.

Truth be told, the man pacing his cell did not even remember his name, or why he was here, and what did he do to belong in such a solemn place, no hope of escaping and no hope of seeing light come across this tight-locked cell.

Just like his mind, his world had gone dark, not knowing where he was, not knowing if he still had a will to live.

Then he stops pacing, his grey eyes blinking with light that he had never had after being put here in this jail from so long ago, his mind finally turning on his gears, suddenly yet briefly. He considers it for a moment, before his eyes turn up dead, as if a flashlight had turned off.

He goes back to pacing maddeningly in his cell.

-234

“Haha!”, Japan exclaims as he runs towards his mother’s throne, throwing himself upon her with such force, almost knocking her off balance.

His mother laughs, comforting him, “My, you have gotten big. Tell me, have you been eating lots?”

Japan smiles as he nods enthusiastically, “Yes mama! The foods the cooks made were delicious!”

She kisses her son’s cheek, eliciting a giggle from him. “I am so proud, Japan! Make sure you eat lots to grow faster!”

“Or you will grow fat”, grumbles his father, who was staring at his wife and heir with the most critical grey eyes, his glare striking fear inside of his son. “And you will be immobilized from wars and battles that you must participate in for glory.”

His wife scowls back at him, cradling her son like a small child. “Do not kill our joy, Tokugawa.”

He scoffs, leaning back on his throne, “My only son with my dear wife is a weakling.”

Japan feels a pang of hurt in his chest, as his eyes widen, brimming with tears, while his mother’s eyes flare with anger. She softly lets Japan go from her arms, as her son goes back to staring at his father, wanting to know he has hurt him in the worst possible way, but his eyes are now pinned on his wife, who stands defiantly from her throne, glaring at the shogun.

“He is not a weakling!”, her mother flares, “he is a child who has not been educated yet! If we are talking about weaklings here, it is you!”

Tokugawa abruptly stands up, his shadow looming on both Kyoto and her cowering son, gritting his teeth, his fists clenched, his grey eyes erupting with anger and hatred for his wife, but instead of striking her right then and there, he grabs her wrist, much to her shock and surprise, as he leads her away from the throne room, leaving a worried Japan.

“Haha!”, he exclaims, and his mother turns around to give him a small but grief-stricken smile.

“Shinpaishinaide, watashi no ko”, she replies with a comforting voice, drowning out his fear, “Watashi wa tsuyoidesu.” She vanishes with her husband, never to be seen that afternoon.

(She returns in the evening with a bruised eye, unable to walk as if her legs were unstable. Japan worriedly asks her if she was all right, and she smiles, replying that she is fine.)

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How does age work?

Does the body increase in age as if it was moving forwards through time, a vessel for experimentation, as they carry a living conscience inside of them as a journey through time?

He had been stuck in this cell for… apparently he lost count, but that hardly even matters anymore, since he cannot move properly in this damned cramped cell, legs wishing to stretch in the widest of rooms, arms wishing to reach up the highest ceilings, wanting nothing but a cell full of more room, as if the cells are purposefully closing in on him, as he can smell its mouldy stone walls and musty old floors.

Every time he wakes up from a dreamless, thoughtless, and memoryless sleep, he is greeted with the fact that he is now going to spend his entire life in a cell that cannot sustain his needs, being greeted with nothing but darkness as his way of life, the remaining air in his cell making him suffocate.

Or; the lack of it.

It was like he forgot everything someone had taught him about the world, as if he stopped existing and was merely a space in this cramped cell, no escape and no way to tell if he lives or not, his heart in pieces, his mind blank, his memories never surfacing, as if they had grown too tired of his grievances and up and left him.

Quiet reigns supreme in his cell with no room, unable to give him air, water or food he desires, as he goes back to sitting on what used to be his make-shift bed, knowing he could never fit in it.

-321

Japan was minding his own business in the gardens, resolving to wait for his mother who was busy handling important matters, cooing at the butterflies that continuously feast on the flower’s nectar, their wings still enchanting their watcher, who stares at them, fascinated, with how beautiful and elegant they are.

The feast of the butterfly has been interrupted by a shrill scream echoing across the garden, making Japan flinch and the butterflies flutter away in unison.

The source of the scream was a woman who looks close to the age of his mother, hair wild and unkept, purple eyes swirling with madness as she runs towards the palace, the guards chasing after her, trying to restrain her.

She was looking around wildly, screaming to herself as she disappears into the palace, the guards still not being able to restrain her.

Japan stares at the spot where he had last seen her, a frightened and confused feeling inside of him, as if that woman was the root of all his nightmares coming to life, wanting to devour him the way the looming darkness in his dreams gobble him up.

Then he hears the voice of two familiar brothers bickering. Japan turns his eyes on the two who enter the palace, Tokyo looking at Teikoku with something akin to fear and worry, while Teikoku had an unreadable expression on his face, his emotions somewhat absent.

“You should not have scared Mother like that”, Tokyo says, his eyes searching the entire gardens. “Now she will be the laughingstock of the court… again.”

Teikoku rolls his eyes, “As she should be- she goes talking about how I am a demon but in reality she fits the description.”

Tokyo gives him a look, “Be polite! You are talking about our Mother!”

“Does not seem like one”, Teikoku mutters, his eyes catching Japan frolicking in the gardens, and he smirks evilly, “Mother Dearest is not a mother.”

As the two brothers disappear into the palace to search for their mother, Japan felt even more frightened of the elder.

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His body is empty; no brain, no soul, no voice heard, as if no one has remembered he existed, to the point even he himself starts to consider that he was no more, and that he is just a vessel, a vessel to a life that had once existed, but he’s not sure if he was alive.

So he stands in this suffocating and dark cell, depriving him of the light and air he needs to survive, but that is alright; he’s not alive anymore, he’s dead, his name smeared off of history and the fact that Teikoku took all the glory and fame he deserved.

That is the only name that stuck inside his empty mind.

Teikoku.

He cannot remember who or what he is, if he was friend or enemy or rival, but every time he thinks of his name, he feels pain, anger, anguish and desolation, as if he was the harbinger of every remaining conflicting feelings inside of his empty and dark abyss he calls his mind.

Ah yes, a name to remember, all over the years.

-55

Japan runs around the palace, searching every nook and cranny for his mother, even asking the servants if they had seen her. They point to his mother’s private quarters, and his eyes light up, like a pirate finding its treasure. “Haha! I finally found y-”, he stops short as he sees his mother and a mysterious woman having tea in the middle of the room.

“Musuko!”, says his haha, standing up, fixing her attire as she excuses herself from the pretty lady, as she makes her way to cradle her child in her arms. “Do not intervene in people’s conversations again!”

Japan gives his mother an apologetic look, “I’m sorry, mama.” His eyes shot towards the pretty lady, who was pouring tea over her tea cup. “And who is she, mama?”

“Japan!”, his mother scolds once again, “do not-”

The lady chuckles, “It’s fine, Kyoto- no need to get agitated.” She flashes a smile towards the small boy, “my name’s the United States of America, or America for short.”

There was something in that woman, whether it be the way she looks so pretty to the point it compels him to stay with the two girls who go back to their - slightly heated - conversation, the teapot between them steaming as Kyoto once again pours tea into her cup. As they were talking to each other (which was tuned out by him), Japan was busily - or just enchanted - staring at the pretty lady with a pleasant smile on her face. Her golden hair was tied into a braid, which in turn was tied into a small bun. Her skin was dotted by freckles; they look like the stars in the night sky now blessed into her skin, and her green eyes were just like the gardens; he can get lost in them any single day.

There was something in that lady that made his heartbeat increase even faster, as if he had ran a complete route from the gardens towards the town square, as if there were butterflies in his stomach that wished to escape and flutter over the entire room, lighting up the entire room.

And when she glances at him, a thunderstorm meeting a rich forest, she smiles, as if they will meet again, someday.

(They meet again in their next life, in a not-so pleasant way.)

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He hears the metal door in his cell open, for the first time in what felt like a millenium of waiting. Waiting for something that was never there, and if it was there, it simply vanished because worthless fucks decided to forget they have left something lying upside down, all worn out from years of torment and torture.

He doesn’t bother turning around, but the open door finally gives him a glimpse of his small and cramped cell, always covered in the darkness, and he sees a stone wall in front of him, feeling someone in front of him, hesitating to move and confront the man in the darkness.

“Hello, Japan”, the newcomer softly says, his voice familiar but nothing comes across the prisoner’s mind, lost in the darkness. But he can feel anger rising in him, the same reaction whenever he thinks of Teikoku’s name in his mind, but weaker and lackluster. “Anata wa seichō shimashita.”

The chained man lifts his head, but still not facing him, his eyes up the ceiling now, full of obsolete stone. He tries to find something, anything, a voice or word to respond to this newcomer that finally made him see light again.

“That’s my name?”, he finally asks, softly and surely, his voice too quiet to even be heard in this closed cell. “‘Japan?’”

The newcomer hesitates a little, “Hai, that is your name, since birth.” His voice softens even more, to something more fatherly and regretful. “Oh Japan, I’m sorry we did that to you.”

He immediately whirls to face him, surprising the man in front of him a little as he staggers back, meeting the prisoner’s messy hair and blood-shot grey eyes wanting nothing but to murder, his lips pressed to a thin line, his body thin and gaunt, skin pale from the lack of sunlight that they supposedly need to survive. The prisoner tries long and hard to recall this pathetic man’s name, the way his lips would curl in disgust in his first few years inside that damned cell, rotting.

“Bastard”, he hisses, letting out a shaky breath. “What are you doing here? To come laugh at me? To taunt me? To make fun of me? Spill!” His body was shaking, finally showing emotion after all these years of showing nothing but emptiness.

The man shifts uncomfortably, his eyes never leaving Japan. “I’m not here to taunt taunt nor insult you. I’m here to visit you.”

Japan’s growing anger is about to reach new heights, as he whirls around to see the last face he saw before he is locked up in this cell like a bird. He changed a lot from the years that he could not count with his fingers, with his short-cropped hair and violet eyes now withholding regret, his glasses glinting in the dim lights.

“Why now?”, he asks, softly, feeling tired and weary after shouting at the man who turned his life upside down, left and right, stopping him from an eternity of happiness. “Why did you do this to me? Did I do something wrong that made you imprison me in the darkness?”

He slowly raises his eyes, his body still shaking with such intensity that would put even the earthquakes he had witnessed to shame. “Sometimes I’d think long and hard about what happens to people who put children in jail.”

A few seconds later, he is now alone again in his cell, the darkness welcoming him back with open arms, and instead of screaming and crying and wanting to see the real sun, he welcomes Her with open arms.

-69

It was a stormy day, meaning he would not be able to play in the gardens today, as he stares sadly at the downpour, longingly waiting for it to go away. He is no stranger to the rain, but sometimes his mood dampens with the weather, as if it controls his emotions and feelings to the winds, as the dark grey clouds shower the entire world with drops of liquid in various shapes and sizes.

He inches away from the window as he sees a streak of lightning from a distance, shivering a little from the cold gusts of wind that keeps blowing in his direction, as if he was just a simple obstacle to be knocked off. Lightning streaks were a sign a rumble of thunder is coming, slowly but surely, and it does; like a demon trying to say he is here and he should marvel in his presence.

Japan shrieks as another flash of lightning, this time nearer to his place, sends him tumbling down from his bed, and into the floors.

He starts to cry from the sheer harshness of his fall, as if this was the most painful thing life had done to him, the pain like a hundred men falling down on him. From the midst of his crying, he hears the sliding door open and a soft gasp before two arms start cradling him softly, feeling someone’s hair touch his skin, comforting him, calming the boy down, telling him it is all right.

“Oh, Japan”, his mother coos, voice soft and rich with caring and love, something he had loved in her from the very beginning. “Subete ga seijōdearu.”

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He grapples at his overgrown hair as if it was his enemy, tearing strands of his hair down in small clumps, falling to the ground like rain he never saw again after he was locked in this now tight and suffocating cell, as he screams. His scream was not from the fact the cell is slowly killing him with its lack of air nor the voices in his mind replacing the serene nothingness, but simply at the fact that he wants to hear himself, he wants to hear the walls echo his own voice, but all he could hear was his bones cracking to the sounds of his scream as his hands try pulling more of his hair out.

He closes his eyes in on the walls, locking him in limbo, forever and ever.

As if his fingers were claws, as if they were sharp and can tears this wall, down, his madness still building up from all these years of inglorious rage and desperation to get out of this damned cell, he turns on to the walls that had took him in as a friend and a foe, his screams becoming more and more agitated as time goes on and on and on.

He starts to create his masterpiece, fingers scraping on the hard walls that torment him every single day, the scraping of his fingers on the olden concrete singing a high-pitched and off-tune music, chanting for disarray. He howls in pain as he feels one of his fingernails break and drop to the floors, hearing its clink, but his work is not done, knowing that he is far from done, knowing he still have not left his mark, as he keeps on scraping and vandalising this damned walls for sheer entertainment, because if no one can do it he had to do this to himself; he does not care if he will break or dislocate any of his fingers, or some of his fingernails break from the intensity of his vandalism, nor does he care if his hands are mangled or bleeding.

A few hours (minutes? days? seconds?) he stops, feeling the numbing of his own pain, panting and trying to breath through, his grey eyes trying to make sure he remembered those words, remember the way they were structured, remember everything. Even from the darkness of the cell, he knew what he spelt out,

“Watashi wa sonzai shimasu.”

-192939488

Is this the past?

Is this the present?

He can’t remember anymore.

He can only remember what’s After now.

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He pinches the bridge of his nose, letting out an annoyed sigh as the metal doors open once again, revealing Tokyo, with a bandage on his left hand. Honestly, his visits are making Japan miss the darkness and the close walls tormenting him slowly but surely. He did not want the man who partnered with Teikoku to visit him, over and over again, every week, every month, every year. Let him be at peace.

“What do you want now?”, he asks curtly, glaring up at Tokyo, who was awkwardly biting his lip.

“How much do you remember about your mother?”

Japan stiffens, his thought process stopping, his grey eyes widening, as he turns to stare at Tokyo in anger and fury. He stands, his body shaking with pure rage; before Tokyo could look back, he had cornered his half-brother inside of his own cell, knowing the two of them both won’t have any room to breathe. He grits his teeth as he digs his fingernails into Tokyo’s recent injury, and he screams out loud in pain.

Japan huffs out a laugh as he punctured injured skin, making Tokyo wish for death with his own voice. “Your pain today isn’t measurable compared to mine.”

All of a sudden, he lets his older brother go, as Japan stalks back to the furthest corners of his cell, back turned from his brother, who was swearing and crying like the bastard he was, as he fumbles around to fix his bandage, an injury topped by another injury, both made by Japan himself.

He lets out a bitter laugh while Tokyo continues whining, before he starts to cry. “I wish I had saved her, you know. The only light in my life destroyed by you.”

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Grey eyes stare into Tokyo’s brown ones, unable to conceal his bitterness and anger for both the brothers. “You both know that I’m the rightful heir.”

He does not respond, knowing he cannot explain himself to a lonely and bitter man, deprived of beautiful youth, and can only nod shakily, his eyes full of fear. Then he feels hands on his neck, slowly suffocating him, making him gasp as the fingers tighten their grip around his windpipe.

“Say it”, Japan hisses out in the softest voice he can muster, and with surprising strength he lifts Tokyo up until his head hits the ceiling, the man writhing in the cuckold. “Say that I’m the real heir and that Teikoku is the fake.”

His captive lets out a choked response, trying to answer.

“Say it”, Japan says with more force in his voice now, the intent to murder hidden. “SAY THAT I’M THE REAL HEIR!”

“You are”, Tokyo finally chokes out, “you are you are you are.”

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Tokyo looks back over his shoulder to find Japan still standing, in the centre, his eyes on the shadow casted by the sunlight above him. He raises a brow and tilts his head, “Japan, come on, we’re running late! I’m running late!”

His younger half-brother ignores him, his eyes still on the shadow, his grey eyes brimming with fascination- the shadow mimics his movements, as if it was a darker version of him, attached to his feet. His skin feels like it was being caressed by generous and warm hands, the sun that is said to be burning him like he was in hell a friend, giving him the warmth he never received in the cell, the open space giving him enough air to breathe.

“Japan!”, he hears his brother call out to him, and he slowly walks towards Tokyo, watching his legs move in the sunlight, the corners of his lips moving upward, trying to form a smile.

After all these years, longing and wanting to see the damned light, he can finally gaze at the sun again; he can finally be free to walk; free from the darkness. Free from his life as a vessel of the unknown. Free from being non-existent, because he finally exists.

Finally.

+28,360

Tokyo was out for the day, meaning that Japan has the apartment all by himself. He stares at the dozen books scattered on the table, the abandoned coffee cup by the window sill, and the general lack of someone looming all over him, he decides the best way to keep him entertained is to read a few books Tokyo had left hanging around. He picks one up from the pile that was enough to fascinate him, as he sits down on a chair, his fingers studying the texture of the paper, as he flips from page after page, skimming from paragraph to paragraph.

A few hours after, he finishes the book, and now he feels bored, so he goes to Tokyo’s room, promising to himself that he will leave soon after. He knows he is invading his brother’s privacy, but he too had been invading his cell for the past few years, so might as well do it to him as payback. He opens the lights in Tokyo’s room, to find the entire place - frustratingly - messy. He groans to himself as he takes a step in, cautiously avoiding stepping on the things cluttered around the floor.

Japan stares at Tokyo’s wardrobe, before opening it and taking out a uniform that was old and dusty, knowing that he doesn’t use this anymore. Entertained at the fact he can mock Tokyo once he finally gets home, Japan starts to put the uniform on him, a childish spirit rekindled inside of him, as he slowly but surely buttons his shirt on, looking for a mirror that can let him see his entire body.

(He had only looked in a mirror now, as he sees appearances a waste of time- well, fairly because he is hidden from everyone else.)

He finds a full-length mirror near Tokyo’s study, and he rushes to it to see how he looks- and then stops abruptly, finally getting a taste of his reflection for what felt like a long time. Despite the fact he has been tearing at his hair in mad fits for what felt like forever, his dark hair was a mess, strands reaching far and wide. His grey eyes were shining with emptiness, and his frame thin but tall, skin as pale as the ice that covers the country in winter.

He recalls the times when his mother would say that he had his father’s most beautiful eyes, and how she would make him feel important by saying that; it worked, for a long, long time. And today, he realises that he would have wanted his mother’s beautiful brown eyes; they were the ones that had guided him into the world where everything was cherry blossoms falling down in his face until the tree trunks came to topple him down.

Gingerly, he touches his reflection, his body once again shaking, his mind racing with thoughts about how this was wrong, how his mother should have been alive and him dead, ceasing to exist in this world, but instead it was in reverse. His lip was quivering, as he tries remembering what his mother looked like… her red lips smiling down at him with love and warmth… her brown eyes mature but caring… her arms like a nest to nurture him with… her voice the most melodious thing he has ever heard… her dark hair smooth and silky soft.

None of which he had gotten from his mother, as he looks in the mirror.

“Haha”, he whispers, as he drops to his knees, no longer able to support himself once again, as he now unleashes a stream of tears, dripping down his face. “I’m… sorry.”

“You shouldn’t be.” A voice snaps him out of his breakdown, as he looks up in the mirror to find his mother, smiling at him, as if she were alive.

“Mama?”, he asks softly, his voice merely a whisper in this room. “B-but you’re dead!”

She chuckles a little, as she drapes her arms around Japan; he should not be feeling anything, but he felt warmth embrace him once again. “I may be dead in the real world, but I will always live in your mind.”

Japan shakes his head, still sniffling and sobbing. “You must be disappointed in me, mama.”

She shakes her head, putting her lips to his forehead, “I am not disappointed, my son. I will forever be proud of you. I will be by your side as you finally finish your quest for glory.”

Japan blinks, confused. “‘Quest for glory?’”

There was something in her dark brown eyes now; vengeance and revenge. “Kill the one who decided to rewrite our fates like this. And then, you will have peace, now and forever.”

“But Mother… killing is wrong…!”

“But Teikoku killed me, and he has killed thousands of innocent lives too. Do you think murdering the bastard will have an equal effect on what he did to the entire world? No.”

Japan’s mind goes back and forth, in circles and then forming more and more shapes, as he tries to formulate a response against this ghost (hallucination? curse?). Murder is wrong, his mind supplies, but his heart tells him it is time for Teikoku to get what he deserved, to make him beg for death and he giving it to the suffering man with no conscience whatsoever.

He smiles, turning to grin at his mother.

“Perhaps I let that old bastard live long enough.”

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Two brothers are caught in a dance, a dance that decides one another’s fate, as they kick and punch and shoot with all of their might and strength, giving each other sensitive vocabulary as they chase and catch. The grey-eyed brother tackles his elder brother, making him cough up blood as Teikoku kicks at Japan’s ribcage, and he howls in pain, as Teikoku uses it as a distraction and kicks Japan off of him. He topples over, as now Teikoku has the upper hand, looking down at him with anger and madness.

It scared him a long time ago, but now it doesn’t- not anymore.

“You think I will spare you once again after you did this to me?!”, he bellows, “I showed you leniency once upon a dream! A chance to rot in the cells, but you decide to waste it after assaulting me.”

Japan spits on his face, and he uses that as an advantage as he kicks at Teikoku’s legs and shoots a bullet, which lodges on Teikoku’s shoulder. He gasps in pain as blood drips over his mouth once again, but before he could move Japan kicks him on the skull, the floors breaking his fall in a hard manner. Teikoku screams, both in pain and in anger, but now Japan has a firm grip on Teikoku’s injured shoulder, pulling it as hard as he can until he can hear joints cracking.

“You… meiwaku”, Teikoku hisses and he gasps, Japan stepping on his ribcage as if it were a toy, his step becoming harder, harder, harder. “You will die an inglorious death.”

Japan cackles, a sneer on his face, as his grey eyes shine throughout the light, exchanging his gun for a dagger. “I’d find pleasure ripping out your heart.” Teikoku pants, his hands discreetly reaching for a pole, closer and closer, as Japan busies himself with his knife.

“So, sayonara, Teikoku.” Japan lunges for Teikoku, eyes wide, full of undefinable insanity.

Teikoku meets his eyes, as he finally reaches the pole and plunges it deep into Japan’s heart just as he lunges. His brother halts, time standing still, but before he processes what had just happened, his grey eyes become blank with death. He breathes hard, as blood drips from Japan’s mouth and into Teikoku’s clothes, his brother staring at Teikoku, before his eyes go listless, dropping the dagger to the ground, as it makes a little noise.

There was silence in the halls for a moment, Teikoku looking everywhere other than the corpse of his older brother, as his eye colour slowly went back to its crimson red, while Teikoku’s red eyes were being replaced by grey, as if the blood had been drained from his body.

Japan crawls away from Teikoku’s corpse, as his body swiftly slides down the pole, the silver graces of the weapon tinged with blood and all things holy.

When the day has come where he have died.

Only to come alive.

0It happened so fast; the guards coming into his and his mother’s home, disturbing the peace that his mother have created in their own terrain, mother and son minding their own business when all of a sudden, as if his years of life are cut short by someone shooting their gun his way, Teikoku’s guards raid their home, holding him and his mother captive, who were both so busy living, breathing, being alive.

“Haha!”, the young boy says, as two guards hoists his mother up, who in turn was too weak to stand, too weak to do anything except look at Japan with her deep brown eyes, wanting him to go, run away as fast as he can. But he knows that he should never leave the source of his happiness behind. Before he could move, however, two more guards hold him back, him and his mother a safe distance from each other, tormenting them. He struggles against his captors, his grey eyes threatening to wage war. “Let me and my mother go!”

“You struggling against my guards is quite… hilarious.” A cold, calm, and frigid voice settles among the people in the room, as Japan hears the steps of the man who has orchestrated this ambush, this sabotage.

Teikoku comes in all his glory, wearing a clean and tidy uniform, his dark hair smooth and cropped, but his eyes still full of madness and ambition, laughing silently at his younger half-brother and his mother, a big smirk on his face. He is here to laugh at them for his entertainment; here to earn pleasure from their pain as he sits on his throne of gold, superior to all, controlling each and everyone of the people’s lives.

Japan meets his eyes, pleading and scared out of his wit, wanting nothing more to escape. “Please, Teikoku… let me and my mother go.”

Teikoku’s smirk grows wider, not really a smirk anymore but a sadistic smile creeping upon his face, his eyes staring down at Japan, huge with fascination and amusement. “But you and your mother stand in the way of the glory of my empire”, he smiles once again, a glint of intent now visible, “I have to take you traitors down.”

He shouts an order to the guards, who immediately obey as they drop his mother down to the floors; she gasps in pain, and Japan writhes underneath the men’s grasp, wanting to be with his mother, wanting Teikoku to leave the both of them alone. Teikoku approaches Kyoto step by step, as the latter was recovering from the assault, before he swiftly tilts her chin up, her deep brown eyes which were full of hope, now replaced with fear.

Teikoku smiles as he points his gun at her, and Japan screams, his mother shooting him one last look-

Everything goes red.

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Watashi no musuko- my son

Shinai’na- dear

Baishunpu- whore

Taiyō- sun

Aisare shi-sha- beloved

Watashi no tame ni utaemasu ka- can you sing for me Mochiron watashi no musuko- of course, my son

Yukkuri o yasumi- sleep tight

Kaibutsu- monster

Shinpaishinaide, watashi no ko- don’t worry, my child

Watashi wa tsuyoidesu- i am strong Musuko- son

Anata wa seichō shimashita- you’ve grown

Subete ga seijōdearu- everything is alright/fine

Watashi wa sonzai shimasu- I exist

The lullaby that Kyoto sung was Edo Komoriuta or Edo Lullaby

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The images on display are from our archive of sold Japanese prints. Usually it takes him 3 months to create a new design. Ryusei Okamoto works exclusively in this old Japanese tradition, and he performs all steps himself - design, carving and printing. Mokuhanga uses water-based inks and no pressall printing is done by hand. Learn the basics of mokuhanga, the technique of Japanese woodblock printing.

#Moku hanga examples series

Lastly, my husband made me a bench block. The series First Love is an example for moku hanga on a level of excellence and perfection. September 10 and 17, 9:30 am to 3:30 pm Cost: 195, 5 participants. Second, I learned that my body and hand posture is quite important not only for control, but for my own comfort and ability to work for an extended period of time. A cherry wood block is planed smoothly then carefully and. The process, however, is labor intensive for the artist, who. Wood, water, paper, pigment, paste, and simple carving and rubbing implements are all that is needed to make a print. Breathtaking landscapes, beautiful women, and busy cityscapes can all be transformed into this exotic art form known for its flowing hand-chiseled outlines and brushed on color. For example, when five colors are used in the original drawing, five woodblocks need to be carved. Japanese woodblock printmaking, moku (wood) hanga (print), is distinguished from other printmaking techniques by the simplicity of material involved in its creation. Here in Europe, prints from the Edo period are widely known from the artists Hokusai and Hiroshige. JixiPix Moku Hanga 1.45 File size: 68.9 MB You have discovered the fascinating art of Moku Hanga, the Japanese method of wood-block printing. I have learned several things so far in this process: the in order in which one proceeds with carving is important: working from outside in and big to small, is the general rule. Moku means wood and hanga can be translated as printing. This wood is much harder and although it takes much more care and effort in carving, thus far I am pleased with the results. So I switch to a fruit wood laminated block (I believe it is pear or cherry). I quickly discovered that the plywood was too soft a wood to hold the lines I wanted. The first block I used was shina plywood. Mokuhanga is the term that contemporary artists have adapted. The block is then inked and pressed onto a surface, for example, fabric or paper, leaving an impression of the image of the block.Woodblock printing is a very. I then transferred the image on to the block. First, what is mokuhanga The word Moku hanga in Japanese translates to Wood block printmaking. I began with a simple sketch of one of my favorite subjects, our cat. Building on what I learned this summer (2018) and from the recent Japanese woodblock print exhibit at the Walters Art Museum this fall, I am attempting to create a simple two color woodblock print, mokuhanga style.

[fxluna]

Korean Female Releases - March 2018

Hey! This is a list of female releases (including pop, rock, hip hop, r&b, indie, folk and electronic) from March 2018, in hopes that all these amazing ladies get some love and attention! Whether is girl groups, soloists, bands or collaboration and features i hope you find good music and talented artists to listen to.

I tried to include everything, but if you think i may have missed something, please, let me know so i can update the list!

1st

AZM (에이지엠) - EDGE

4th

Martin Smith (마틴 스미스) Feat. YESEO - Need A Love

Pascol (파스칼) - A Fateful Love (운명 같은 사랑)

5th

SoJung (소정) (LADIES' CODE) Feat. Paper Planet - Crystal Clear

6th

MINSEO (민서) - The Grand Dreams (멋진 꿈)

MAMAMOO (마마무) - Star Wind Flower Sun (별 바람 꽃 태양)

Purple LP (퍼플엘피) Feat. Kaya - Stay With Me

CIFIKA - MAL (말하려고 했던 말)

ZEMINI (제미니) - No More Love (사랑을 모르던 때로)

7th

SoJung (소정) (LADIES' CODE) - Stay Here

MAMAMOO (마마무) - Starry Night (별이 빛나는 밤)

monogram (모노그램) - Space Travel

Jenny Jeon (전제니) - 너는 겨울 Dear You,

Jihye (지혜), Hyanga (향아)  - 나를 그린다

MISSYJUNG (미시정) feat. 최진아 - My name (내이름)

ZZBAE (지지배) - 유후후~

8th

Heize (헤이즈) Feat. Gaeko - Jenga

Heize (헤이즈) - 내가 더 나빠 (didn't know me)

MARMELLO (마르멜로) - Wake Me Up

Mandy (맨디) - Purple Water

Kei (러블리즈) - 요즘 너 요즘 나

PFrame (피프레임) Feat. 하연 - 그래 (Just It)

Kana Bathe (카나베잇) Feat. NO:EL - Like We

  9th

Jane Jang (장재인), SUHO (수호) - Do you have a moment (실례해도 될까요)

SUZY (수지) with 이루마 - 잘자 내 몫까지

Cheon Danbi (천단비) - A way to farewell (이별로 걷는 길)

J-Cera (제이세라) - 멈출수 없는 그리움

10th

SUHO (수호) X Jane Jang (장재인) - Dinner

11th

HEYNE (혜이니) - Insomnia (잠이 오지 않아)

Wine Loop (와인루프) - 호수 Lake

12th

Heize (헤이즈) - MIANHAE (Sorry)

APRIL (에이프릴) - The Blue Bird (파랑새)

JUNG IN (정인), YEZI (예지) - LOVE ME (날 사랑해요)

Taeha (태하), Ahin (아인) (모모랜드) - 원하고 바래요 (I Need You and I Want You)

HINT (힌트) - 팡팡팡 (Pang Pang Pang)

Fromm (프롬) - Milan blue

BUBBLE X 버블엑스 - FOLLOW (팔로우)

Aurorasting (오로라스팅) - Green (인위적 초록색)

매니악 (Maniac) Feat. Jessi, Jay Park - MoneyMakerz 

13th

Choi ye guen (최예근) - To say sorry (미안하다는 말)

HAE BIN (해빈) (구구단) - On the Road (길에서)

SOYOU (소유) - My Blossom

LAVENDER COFFEE (라벤더커피) - 사랑이 보이나요 Can you See the Love?

14th

YOUNHA (윤하) - No answer (답을 찾지 못한 날)

CHEETAH (치타) Feat. MINOS (마이노스) - Bumpkins (서울촌놈들)

Kim Bo Hyung (김보형) - FLASH ME

OuiOui (위위) Feat. Wilcox - 니 생각 Thinkin' bout you

Singil Station Romance (신길역 로망스) - Train Trip (기차 여행)

15th

Cherry Coke - Blind

HiNi (하이니) - 몸살 Body Ache

Lucia (심규선) - 사랑을 모르고

DOLLY (달리) Feat. Pak Kiyoung (박기영) - Our Time Together (너와 나의 시간) 

iLLA (일라) - I don’t give a shxx (관계)

16th

YESEO (예서) - Privacy

solbi (솔비) - class (클라스)

KINIE.K (키니케이) - Stalking

Shinae An Wheeler (안신애) (The Barberettes) - Wild Flower

17th

TWEETY (트위티) - BAD BOY

18th

Hailey Rose - Masks (Steve Wu Remix)

PUP (펍) - 어디가 꿈속이죠

Beige (베이지) - 봄이빛나는밤

Robbin (로빈), Gasinaedeul (가시내들) - Haha Hoho (하하 호호)

Robbin (로빈), Gasinaedeul (가시내들) - In A Whisper (소근 소근)

Robbin (로빈), Gasinaedeul (가시내들) - Bo Mi (뽀미)

19th

015B, Jane Jang (장재인) - 상수역 2번 출구 Sangsu Station Exit 2

Los Feat. Jay Park, Jessi, G2 - Gyopo Rap (Remix)

lalasweet (랄라스윗) - Kismet (같은 별자리)

Yeahin Joo (주예인) - 꿈에서 만나

20th

Sunwoo Jung A (선우정아) - Fine (남)

Wonderful machine (원더풀머신)  - 그 도시의 시간은 사라졌다 Time's gone

Yoony Eun - Winter To Spring

21st

Honey Popcorn (허니팝콘) - Bibidi Babidi Boo (비비디바비디부)

Flour Deer (플라워디어) - 다시, 봄

Zozzart (조짜르트) Feat. kim minjeong - Can't Breathe (숨 쉴 수가 없는데)

Sunwoo Jung A (선우정아) with Lim heon il(임헌일) of iamnot - Fine (남)

Crazy Music (미친��성) Feat. YEJOON.E (이예준) - We'll always Love

22nd

MONIKA (모니카) - 좋아질까

Eun Ga Eun (은가은) - 가슴이 널 기억해서

SONGRAPPER (송래퍼) Feat. MNYL - BE MY (되어줘)

23rd

MINSEO (민서) - Weird You (이상한 애)

DongSu (동수) & BoRam Lee (이보람) - Oh Yeah

USTHIS & Paloalto feat. OLNL, YESEO, 구원찬, Cherry Coke & Minje - 4 the Youth

25th

MOMOLAND (모모랜드) - Hug me (안아줘)

Ja Mezz Feat. Hwasa (화사) Of MAMAMOO (마마무) - Drinks Up

Hwasa (화사) - 덤덤해지네

26th

Stella Jang (스텔라장) - 요즘 청춘

Echae Kang (강이채) - 안녕

Snacky Chan (스내키챈) Feat. 모트 - Reasons

LEESUN (리썬) Feat. Ray.D Gracy (도은) - Where Are You (어디야)

Ra:Mi (라미) - 오늘 밤은 가지마 

Thalia (탈리아) - 봄이 안왔으면좋겠어

27th

Kisum (키썸) Feat. Heize (헤이즈) - 남겨둘게 (It’s Okay)

KYUNGRI (경리) (9MUSES) & CHOI NAKTA (최낙타) - 봄봄 BomBom

Minty (민티) Feat. Slay - LipBubble (립버블)

28th

CHASY Feat. Secret - Never Let You Go

Im Hyeonjeong (임현정) - 빛이 모여드는 곳에

29th

JOY (조이) - OMG! (말도 안돼)

YOUNHA (윤하) - 녹을지 몰라요

SIO.SIJAK (시오시작) - LALALA (라라라)

30th

Olivia Hye/LOONA (올리비아 혜/이달의 소녀) Feat. JinSoul - Egoist

GINJO Feat. ANGEL - You

MAMAMOO (마마무) - Everyday (매일 봐요)

Sweden Laundry (스웨덴세탁소) - Scene (장면)

KIM BO HYUNG (김보형) - BECAUSE OF YOU

KimAreum (김아름) - 넌 나의 봄 You are my spring

31st

Flowsik (플로우식) Collab. Jessi (제시) - All I Need

[prehistoricsounds]

This weeks arrivals!

Sorry this is a bit late today, but I had a couple of late deliveries arrive today which I wanted to include in this weeks list. About 130 titles!

New releases from Action Bronson "Only For Dolphins", Beabadoobee "Fake It Flowers", Carcass have released a 10" EP "Despicable", Fuzz featuring Ty Segall have released "III", Glass Animals "Dreamland", Hellripper "Affair Of The Poisons", Hot Chip has put together a new volume of "Late Night Tales", finally got some copies of Kaytranada "Bubba", Laura Veirs "My Echo", Miiesha "Nyaaringu", Mr. Bungle have released a furious thrash album "The Raging Wrath Of The Easter Bunny Demo", Okkervil River "A Dream In The Dark: 2 Decades Of Okkervil River", Sevendust "Blood & Stone", The Budos Band "Long In The Tooth", Troye Sivan "In A Dream" and Yes "The Royal Affair Tour"

New reissues and legacy from Anastacia, Anthrax, Exodus, Guns N Roses, a few Mort Garson releases, PJ Harvey, The Chats, Tedeschi Trucks Band and much much more!!!

AC/DC - Back In Black [LP] AC/DC - Live [2LP] Action Bronson - Only For Dolphins [LP] Alice In Chains - Jar Of Flies / Sap [2LP] (sold) Alice In Chains - MTV Unplugged [2LP] Amy Winehouse - Back To Black [LP] Anastacia - Not That Kind (Pink) [LP] Angie McMahon - Piano Salt [LP] Anthrax - Persistence Of Time (Deluxe) [4LP] Beabadoobee - Fake It Flowers [LP] Ben Harper - Winter Is For Lovers (White) [LP] Billie Eilish - When We Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go [LP] Black Pumas - Black Pumas (Deluxe) [2LP+7"] (sold) Black Sabbath - Paranoid [LP] Black Stone Cherry - The Human Condition (Red) [LP] (sold) Bob Mould - Distortion: 1989-1995 [8LP Box] (sold) Carcass - Despicable [10"] Carcass - Despicable [CD] (sold) Charles Bradley - Changes [LP] Charles Bradley - No Time For Dreaming [LP] Charles Bradley - Victim Of Love [LP] Cigarettes After Sex - Cigarettes After Sex [LP] (sold) City And Colour - If I Should Go Before You [2LP] Crack Cloud - Pain Olympics [LP] Datura4 - West Coast Highway Cosmic [LP] Deftones - Ohms (Gold) [LP] (sold) Dennis Cometti - Dennis Cometti (Blue/Wht Split) [LP] Dinosaur Jr. - Swedish Fist (Live In Stockholm) [LP] Distillers - Coral Fang [LP] Donny Benet - Mr Experience (Grape) [LP] Elvis Presley - Elvis 30 #1 Hits (Gold) [2LP] Emma Swift - Blonde On The Tracks [CD] (sold) Exodus - Tempo Of The Damned [2LP] Faith No More - Angel Dust [2LP] First Aid Kit - Lions Roar [LP] (sold) Fleetwood Mac - Peter Green's Fleetwood Mac [LP] Foo Fighters - Greatest Hits [2LP] Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist - Alfredo [LP] Funkadelic - Funkadelic [LP] Fuzz - III [LP] Glass Animals - Dreamland [LP] Gorillaz - Presents Song Machine, Season 1 (Orange) [LP] Guns N' Roses - Greatest Hits [2LP] Harry Styles - Harry Styles [LP] (sold) Hellripper - Affair Of The Poisons [LP] Hot Chip / Various - Late Night Tales (Unmixed) [2LP] IDLES - Ultra Mono (Vortex) [LP] Jeff Buckley - Grace [LP] Jimi Hendrix - Songs For Groovy Children [8LP Box] (sold) John Butler Trio - Home [2LP] Kate Miller Heidke - Child In Reverse (Pink) [LP] Kaytranada - Bubba [2LP] Khruangbin - Con Todo El Mundo [LP] Kim Salmon & The Surrealists - Rantings From The Book Of Swamp [2LP] Laura Marling - Song For Our Daughter [LP] Laura Veirs - My Echo (Pink) Lime Cordiale - 14 Steps To A Better You [LP] (sold) Lime Cordiale - Permanent Vacation [LP] Living End - Modern Artillery [LP] Lucifer - Black Mass [LP] Mac Demarco - Rock And Roll Night Club [EP] Metallica - S&M2 (Orange Marble) [4LP] (sold) Meteors - Teenage Heart (Yellow) [LP] Miiesha - Nyaaringu [LP] Mobb Deep - Infamous [2LP] Mort Garson - Didn't You Hear? [LP] Mort Garson - Music From Patch Cord Productions [LP] Mr. Bungle - The Raging Wrath Of The Easter Bunny Demo (Red) [2LP] (1 left, more soon!) Mulatu Astatke & Black Jesus - To Know Without Knowing [LP] Mulatu Astatke & His Ethiopian Quintet - Afro Latin Soul Vol.2 [LP] Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Ghosteen [2LP] Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Skeleton Tree [LP] Nina Simone - And Piano! (Gold) [LP] Nina Simone - My Baby Just Cares For Me [LP] Nirvana - MTV Unplugged: Live In New York [LP] Nirvana - Nevermind [LP] Nirvana - Nirvana [LP] Okkervil River - A Dream In The Dark: 2 Decades Of Okkervil River [4LP] Opeth - Watershed [2LP] Osees - Protean Threat [LP] Parkway Drive - Deep Blue [2LP] Phoxjaw - Royal Swan [LP] (sold) Pink Floyd - A Foot In The Door: The Best Of Pink Floyd [2LP] Pink Floyd - The Wall [2LP] Pixies - Trompe Le Monde [LP] PJ Harvey - Dry [LP] PJ Harvey - Dry: Demos [LP] PJ Harvey - Rid Of Me [LP] Queen - Greatest Hits [2LP] Queen - Greatest Hits II [2LP] Queens Of The Stone Age - Rated R (Rated X) [LP] Radio Birdman - Living Eyes (Rockfield Version) [LP] Radiohead - King Of Limbs [LP] (sold) Radiohead - Pablo Honey [LP] (sold) Radiohead - The Bends [LP] (sold) Rare Earth - Get Ready [LP] Red Hot Chili Peppers - Blood Sugar Sex Magik [2LP] Regurgitator - Tu Plang [LP] Rolling Stones - Black & Blue [CD] Rolling Stones - Goats Head Soup (Deluxe) [2LP] (sold) Sarah Mclachlan - Surfacing [LP] (sold) Sevendust - Blood & Stone [LP] Sharon Jones & The Dap Kings - 100 Days, 100 Nights [LP] Sharon Jones & The Dap Kings - Give The People What They Want [LP] Sir Shina Peters & His International Stars - Sewele [LP] Skullcrusher - Skullcrusher [LP] Slade - Cum On Feel The Hitz: The Best Of Slade [2LP] Slowdive - Souvlaki [LP] (sold) Soundgarden - Superunknown [2LP] Suede - Beautiful Ones: The Best Of Suede 1992 - 2018 [2LP] (sold) Swamp Dogg - Gag A Maggott (Splatter) [LP] Tedeschi Trucks Band - Revelator (Yellow) [2LP] The Beatles - Rubber Soul [LP] (sold) The Budos Band - Long In The Tooth [LP] The Chats - Get This In Ya (Gold) [LP] The Chats - The Chats (Blk/Red Splatter) [LP] The Exploited - Live At The Whitehouse [LP] (Green) [LP] Todd Rundgren - A Wizard, A True Star [LP] (sold) Troye Sivan - In A Dream [LP] Tyler, The Creator - Scum Fuck Flower Boy [2LP] Various - Daptone Gold [2LP] Various - New Horizons: A Bristol Jazz Sound [LP] Various: World Spirituality Classics - The Time For Peace Is Now [LP] Warren Zevon - Life'll Kill Ya: 20th Anniversary Edition [LP] White Stripes - Elephant [2LP] White Stripes - The Complete BBC Peel Sessions [2LP] Yes - Live From House Of Blues [3LP+2CD] Yes - The Royal Affair Tour [2LP]

[shoujo-paradise]

Manga Recommendations: Strong Characters (Part 1: #-G)

This list will include characters that are physically strong and/or are strong-willed (strong in the emotional aspect).

Part 1 | Part 2  (Other parts coming soon)

Female:

"Mi" Seijuku

14R

A Kiss To My Prince

Adele to Darius

Ageha 100%

Akagami no Shirayukihime

Akaki Tsuki No Mawaru Koro

Akaneiro Show Time

Akatsuki No Yona

Akuma ga Hallelujah

Akuma to Dolce

Akuma to Love Song

Akutou Danshi Collection

Anagura Amelie

Anata e no Crescendo

Ano Ko no, Toriko

Anta Nante Okotowari!

Ao Haru Ride

Arcana Famiglia

Ayakashi Hisen

Ayakashi Koi Emaki

Bambi to Dhole

Banken Hero

Bara to Dangan

Bara to Juudan

Barairo no Yakusoku

Barajou no Kiss

Beast Master

Beauty Pop

Bijin Kakumei

Bloody Kiss

Blue (Sakisaka Io)

Boku no Hatsukoi wo Kimi ni Sasagu

Boku no Robot

Bokura No Himitsu O Kyouyuu Shiyou Ka

Boyfriend (Souryo Fuyumi)

Cherries Fight

Chocolate Cosmos

Colette wa Shinu Koto ni Shita

Cosplay Deka

Dakara Ore ni Shina yo

Dear My Girls

Dengeki Daisy

Gakuen Alice

Galism

GALS!

Gar to Oujisama

Giant Cinderella

Giri Koi

Male:

07 Ghost

AAA

Akagami no Shirayukihime

Akatsuki No Yona

Akuma de Sourou

Akuma to Dolce

Amai Akuma ga Warau

Animal Jungle

Arcana Famiglia

Ayakashi Hisen

Bambi to Dhole

Bara to Dangan

Beast Master

Black Bird

Boku no Hatsukoi wo Kimi ni Sasagu

Boku wa Ookami

Boukyaku no Shirushi to Hime

Boyfriend (Souryo Fuyumi)

Chocolate Cosmos

Colette wa Shinu Koto ni Shita

Cyboy

Daisuki No Yukue

Dakara Ore ni Shina yo

Dengeki Daisy

Gakuen Alice

Gakuen Joou

[nadejunko]

🌸千本桜🌸 Senbonzakura - Thousand Cherry Tree Too bad we didn't have Luka and Meiko in our group (´・ω・｀) CN: -Shina Hiyori Gami (Hatsune Miku) -Chara Orihara (white Hatsune Miku) -Shiro Yuki (Kaito) -Gray (Kagamine Len) -myself (Kagamine Rin) Photo by: Fasama Photography

[morethenanaga]

She makes a small noise as Shina said the last word. She looks away from her but couldn't help the nervousness in her hand movements. "Oh. Well... I mean... um..." Mina is now cherry red. The word Pet made her very warm.

Closed rp/bircoltz

@bircoltz-the-second

It was a new job for Mina. She was on her way to become a reptile researcher but she first needed to complete one internship job. With a job finally found today was her first day. She showed up in a black pencil skirt, a white blush, black high heels and her brown hair held up in a braided bun. She went to her new boss's office.