#cuz 5 damage is stripping one piece

[dreamyintersexouppy]

In your version of strip magic is life gain putting on more clothes? What about mill or alternative win cons

life gain is basically useless but can be used as a metric to see who gets to top afterwards, we didn't own any alt win cons when we first played it but alt lose cons like poison or mill effectively deal 20 damage to you, which means having to take off a lot of clothes at once

[somany-fandoms-solittle-time]

“What’s so Special About the Moon?”

Jamil Viper x MC(insert character Mac)

(Ch. 1) – Ch. 2 – Ch. 3 – Ch. 4 – Next – Previous

This was originally supposed to be, like, a single chapter hurt/comfort before my OC (Mac) and Jamil as a song fic where they berate him and then sing a song referencing the moon… but then I had feelings and it’s becoming a more in depth character study between the two. Don’t worry! By the end of this mini series, there will be song lyrics and more sappiness… it’s just now that I’ve finished both Book 4 and Book 5, I need to reorganize the events and specific and whatnot. Some quick housekeeping as always: I tried to make Jamil to encompass both his dark & mysterious villain persona ALONG WITH him practically being a fucking child so that’s why I wrote him like *this* so yeah… I’m moving around the timeline so that Yuu/MC (aka Mac) has the weekend to GET THEIR SHIT TOGETHER LOL, Mac is about 19-20 (haven’t decided yet) and uses mixed pronouns as a heads up, Ch. 2 has a 1st draft written put still needs to be typed up and edited. If you see a typo NO YOU DIDN’T!!! This one of my first times trying a different writing doc that isn’t Google (cuz fuck Google) and it’s a little weird to get used to and edit stuff. It’s beta-d in the sense that licking the spatula while your mom bakes cookies and claiming that you helped… literally only a few paragraphs were checked over y’all.

Quick shout-out to @krenenbaker and @twst-beam for inspiring my writing thus far (and sorry for taking so long to post this lol!)

I’ll be releasing some type of overview of my OC eventually, but take these snippets as they go while I fall back in love with writing. You’ll meet Mac in full when xey are good and ready… anyway, please enjoy Chapter 1 of my new fanfiction, “What’s So Special About the Moon?”

“Here. You can use this one,” Jamil directed towards the plain (compared to the rest of the dorm) laundry… mat? There were several industrial sized washer and dryers, a couple moderate-sized one’s that would fit a regular apartment complex, and a long wall designated area for hand washed items. Jamil was keeping the door prompt open with his hips; his slight frown of concentration and the flick of his Magic Pen were the only signs of the current spell he had going. Turning around, MC was slightly surprised by the massive piles of fabric that was being corralled in via multiple a massive sheet tied to multiple brooms. They still couldn’t fully grasp the concept (and power) of magic and seeing it so casually performed on a day-to-day basis was kinda daunting.

“Thanks again for letting us use the space along with showing me how to properly clean all these fancy duds and whatnot.” the Ramshackle Perfect awkwardly trailed off. Their focus was split between stealing peaks at the Scarabia Vice Warden, not wanting to bother the already busy Sophomore, and surveying over the dusty, damaged antique pieces the two stripped from the halls of the previously abandoned dorm. Rugs, carpets, curtains, furniture covers (in varying state of disrepair) dulled of their once rich and vibrant color. The patterns were a mix of stuffy academia and the quiet comfort of a grandparents cottage living room. Both extravagant, yet understated. It’s a style lost to time, but not quite a revived ancient aesthetic.

At this point MC was fully lost in thought; they desperately needed to clean, fix, organize and decorate the dorm in preparation to host so many guests. Even with his limited memories, they had a feeling they’d never hear the end of it from his parents.

“Don’t worry about it much.” Jamil said, interrupting their musings. “Honestly, I’m doing this as much for myself as I am helping you.

With a flick of his wrist, Jamil organized the seemingly random crumbled piles of fabric by condition, color and use. His movements while cleaning were quick, smart, and efficient-- all while patiently showing Mac which order to start in along with the best way to clean them.

“Ya’ know…” MC broke the relative quietness between the two workers, “Even with everything thing that happened over break, I understand why Kalim still trusts you; I almost can believe that you’re not that bad of a guy.” Jamil gave xem a startled (and exasperated) look, but they continued before he could respond: “I fail to see how helping the person who ruined your ‘world domination’ plans—”

“They were hardly World Domination level!” He quickly snapped. His embarrassment led to him tugging his hood further down his face, teeth slightly clenched, and dilated eyes as MC continued listing all the ways he’s “helped” them out.

The magic-less Perfect laughed to themselves the more conflicting emotions flew across Jamil’s face. Eventually those same emotions were compressed behind a cold, smooth mask. Limestone slabs and stiff mud brick walls were swiftly constructed between the two working-class students. Something about it didn’t sit right with Mac.

“Hey I’m not saying what you pulled wasn’t a dick move! But you’re also not the first overly-traumatized teen boy I’ve had to deal with… and between what you’ve said about yourself, plus thing’s I’ve heard and seen, I’m starting to think you’re not nearly as complicated as you think you are.” The longer they argued *to* him, the more Jamil’s mask began to crack; there were a few holes in his walls he didn’t account for. Xe’s a tad more observant than I remember, but weirdly just as persistent, Jamil internally rolled his eyes.

“I could still change my mind and send you back to deal with the Pomefiore Wrath(tm),” He mumbled while gracefully lugging the newly cleaned (and damp) furniture coverings into an empty drier. Despite his harsh threat, MC still remembered him assuring the other this laundry room was only ever used by him after Kalim’s parties.

The large machines and larger working space was specifically added for the servant to clean and repair any decor or Asim Family Treasures when Kalim’s recklessness caused a larger mess than usual. This meant that Mac and Grim (who was originally supposed to be helping… where the hell was he anyway?) could do as many loads needed without worry. On top of the borrowed space, the Housewarden himself had cheerily has assured them, his Oasis Maker would replace all the water used ten times over!

Mac’s thoughts were interrupted once again as Jamil relented, “I told you, I’m doing this to help me.” After receiving an unconvinced eyebrow raise, Jamil began to explain, “Kalim might’ve announced us as equals but I still have a job to do. If he got sick while spending Allah knows how long in a dusty, dirty, shabby condemned building like Ramshackle I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“It’s not nearly that bad anymore!” the sole-human resident of said dorm argued, but was quickly shut up with a tired gesture towards the untouched loads of laundry left to be done.

“On top of that,” Jamil smirked “Even a common peasant like myself wouldn’t sleep in a rundown garbage heap if I can help it.” His smirk slowly slide off his face from his face as the insulted Perfect almost ripped the handful of soapy doilies, that they were previously scrubbing by hand, as xey prepared a retaliation.

“OK, first of all! This whole Inferior-Superior shtick isn’t going to prove your point. If I’m being totally honest, I’m pretty used to the bratty, arrogant attitude of teenagers by now (even if I wasn’t Leona is a thousand times worse).” They turned their full body to face the 2nd year boy before continuing the assault. “Secondly, even just doing the bare minimum would’ve been fine, considering I’ve slowly been deep cleaning them place room by room. This is just last minute cleaning considering I wasn’t expected to host six extra people in two days.”

The shock of Mac’s care and attention to detail couldn’t win over Jamil’s newfound freedom to be right… and sassy while doing it. “Keep in mind you wouldn’t be the only one having to deal with Vil. His expectations are much higher than my personal standards—”

“Getting there!” MC interrupted again. “It’s not like Vil and whoever else couldn’t magic things better or get things done over at Pomefiore.” However, their fire started to die down with their obvious lack of understanding of magic. Not that Xeir level of intellect ever stopped them from talking out of their ass during debates… even if this wasn’t exactly shaping up to be anything like Debate Club back home.

“Not the point!” Mac built back their steam after thoughtlessly shaking off any internal distractions. “Third of all,” Jamil groaned not-so-quietly, “third of all, you didn’t have to show me how to do it. Nor did you have to continue helping me. There’s only so much I could pay you back in favors and it’s not like you’ll make back the time and energy spent. You’re obviously a bit of a piece of shit but I don’t totally blame…”

Jamil suddenly gave Mac his full attention. He smoothed any emotional tells from his face and readied himself to actively dissect what ever left xeir mouth and any messages in between the lines. The silence prompted Mac to drip extra sincerity as they begin to ramble without thinking.

“… I get why you did what you did. You’re not totally forgiven, but it’s not like I’ll hold a grudge over you forever. Whenever I joke about Winter Break I thought you knew it was just that: a joke.”

The two stared at one another for a few beats. Jamil betrayed nothing that he was thinking, but Mac could practically feel the exasperation flooding off of him in great waves. The disbelief pushing and pulling off of him, despite remaining stone cold to zeir admission. So, of course, they continued with slight for fever:

“Yeah, okay, you held us all prisoner, enslaved via hypnosis your entire dorm, and nearly killed multiple students. Twice.” Mac cringed at their own blunt statement, “… But why would you go as far as you did, if you didn’t care! What your parents, and more specifically your culture, put you through wasn’t fair—but you obviously still love and cherish them!”

At this, he seemed to get even more guarded. It felt patronizing to be hold how he supposedly felt or why he should feel a specific way. They hadn’t been there. They hadn’t grown up as a Viper in the Desert, constantly reminded by Kalim’s Mirage of wealth what he could never have. They didn’t know the FIRST thing about the Scalding Sands—!

“… How do you know anything about my parents? Did Kalim--?!” He choked out infuriated at the mere implication.

“Relax Viper! It’s all in the Secret of The Ooze™”

“What?”

“Never mind…”

The usual absurdity of MC’s references (much to xeir chagrin that no one seemed to understand them) Jamil allowed himself a shadow of a smirk. Right about now they’d drop what they were saying and instead empathize with him over terrible bosses. They’d both fall back into a familiar pattern of quiet understanding while making playful small talk; maybe Xe’d make a remark over how “hellish” the desert temperature is and moan about being “a poor Northern forced into the sun” before dragging them both off to grab an abominably sweet drink that Kalim would still put sugar in. Xe had always been could at mediating with the other students at NCR.

However, they didn’t drop it. They continued to push him… especially when they realized that he expected the conversation to have ended and started to relax. Xey pushed and pushed and pushed. Finally, they had circled back to him rebelling from his status.

“What? You think I’d be Happier staying a lowly servant?! I’d rather cut my own tongue out than remain bending to Kalim’s will for the rest of my days.” He huffed, still not stopping his assault on the pile of laundry in front of him.

A frustrated sigh left Mac as Xey tried to get their point across, “THAT’S NOT WHAT I’M SAYING!… Obviously, you don’t love being forced into child labor or having to pretend to be something you’re not, but that doesn’t mean you’re totally being honest with yourself either. Rebelling adolescents often do a complete 180 of who they once presented as in an extreme action to feel validated.”

Jamil scoffed in indignation at the impromptu therapy session he’d been forced into.

“Just because you were forced to lie sometimes as ‘Servant Jamil’ doesn’t mean those memories or feelings weren’t authentic!”

“My Childhood, my Pride, my ENTIRE LIFE was stolen from me before I could even open my eyes, Mac! Who could cherish that sort of future?”

“I’m not disputing that! I’m not trying, in any way, to imply that what you went through didn’t fucking suck. But just because you’ve started saying the quiet part out loud doesn’t mean you’re being totally honest either. Switching one mask for another just means nothing has changed but your ability to bitch about-it to the kid you literally Grew Up With, Jamil.” A tired resignation was growing in their eyes as they headed to the end of xeir rant.

It was clear MC was starting to speak in circles and xey weren’t going to be able to get through to them. A heavy weight sunk deep in their chest, slowly sliding to xeir stomach the more he misunderstood the magic-less student. I saw him drown in the depths of his own helplessness and self-pity, but even after he’s been pulled out it’s like he can’t help but dive back in for a swim. It was a suffocating thought while Mac watched as Jamil once again went stone-faced… Like what he was about to say would be his final shield before walking away. It’s a shame that the Ramshackle Resident had become too used to throwing bombs over walls and blowing verbal shields to smithereens after months of being stuck in Twisted Wonderland.

“I’m not sugarcoating or bowing down to anyone anymore. I won’t bite my tongue. I won’t put on a Happy Face to Kalim’s idiotic, half-thought out ideas again. I’m slowly gaining my freedom, something you clearly don’t understand. Just because you’re as blind as he is doesn’t mean anything! What more could you want from me?!” He hissed his final insult before finally stepping away from his station. Not leaving the room, he aggressively got himself a cup of water from one of the sink and gulped the unfiltered water down.

“Just because you’re not hiding your bitter, knee-jerk reaction from an unfair world doesn’t mean you aren’t still hiding away and lying about your more vulnerable emotions.” Mac whispered in an emotionless tone. “Cutting a part of your past off and pretending it was never there is doing yourself a disservice and lying to those that still care about you… And there sure-as-shit isn’t much that I hate more than a Fucking Liar.”

. . . . . .

The lacy doilies sat in a sudsy basin, left forgotten as the two students stood a mere paces from each other—both maintaining an uncomfortably intense eye contact. The sloshing thump of the washers and stirring hum of driers harmonizing were the only song to accompany the two’s stare down. A short hiccup as Mac took a drawn out breath was the only reaction between the two of them. The combined heat of Scarabia’s sun (barely past 10am) and the humidity of continued use of machinery didn’t help the suffocating air in the wide laundry room. Not to mention the loud, stifling silence to boot.

MC usually held back such honest commentary (not that they weren’t blunt) unless Xe deemed it necessary: think high stakes and a sense of urgent drama. But something about Jamil and Kalim’s situation reminded them of himself. The two’s intertwined dance of class, history, loyalty and betrayal, friendship and loss, and such overwhelming guilt reminded the dimension hoping stranger of home. Whatever that meant.

But this was no time to get lost in their own problems and Trauma’s. They’d went too far (again) and that means xey should be the bigger person (again) and deescalate the situation before he hated them (AGAIN). Which means, MC would be the one to break the silence and run away again.

“Ya’ know what? Grim’s probably burned the school down already. Don’t worry about,” Ze gestured blindly to the numerous stations they’d started, “this mess. I’ll rope my little Rat Gremlin and the Freshies into finishing this up. Hell, I could probably convince Rugs to pitch in for lunch or something. Bully the Music Club with helping in exchange of random sheet music I still remember from home.”

Their rambles became more spastic as they noticed Mr. Sugar, Spice and Not-So-Nice break out of his own trance and try to reply. “Seriously! Just enjoy the break… Not that it’s my place or responsibility to be butting in anyway. I will be back in, like, 10 minutes and from here-on-out minding my own damn business. Sorry. Whatever. See you sometime after Sunday, I guess?” Their entire monoluge Mac was slowly backing out of the room before turning around in xeir spot and just short of sprinting their way out of the dorm. A few passerby Scarabia students stopped to eavesdrop on xeir muttering… watch them leave.

Without getting a word in Jamil stood unmoving, watching the Ramshackle Perfect leave swifter than the desert wind shifting the dunes. Almost on auto-pilot, he simply left to go back to his room and do as he was told; enjoy his break. His day off. The day he could do what he liked and didn’t necessarily have to prioritize work. A day he spent working to help and assist the pitiful, magic-less loser that was dropped-kicked into another reality and forced to play nice with a University filled with overpowered and hormonal teenagers while having no way home… And in return was insulted, psychoanalyzed, and thrown aside before he could get a word in edgewise.

“Son of a STREET RAT!!!!!” It was clear he’d need a few hours to calm down before he could even think of trying to enjoy the rest of his Saturday off.

[twilightvolt]

A 3 month late art summary featuring art that i haven’t uploaded here due to my absence. unless i randomly feel like it, i don’t think i’m gonna go back and upload them here. if you wanna see them, though, they’re all on my DA.

I know i've pretty much said all the important bits in A Sacrifice for the Wind, but i figure i reiterate everything said along with expanding upon everything that occurred during 2017. piece by piece. and yes, i did intend to make an art joke. So, to get it outta the way, 2017 stunk more than a dead fish on a city bus. i lost a lot during that year. i lost the will to believe in whatever the future had in store for me, i almost lost a few friends, i lost my motivation to work on my projects and above all...i lost the smile i've always kept on every year before that. never have i been so emotionally damaged in all 5 years of my artist life leading up to this point. But, i can't say it was completely terrible. as much as i bashed it, art wise, 2017 was a very progressive year. looking at every wedge on the clock, i can't stop staring at how far i've come since the end of 2016. after being stripped of my tablet at the end, i've even learned how to not be afraid of making permanent mistakes. But yeah, let's begin. by turning the clock all the way back to January. when things were much simpler.... January: Hukaro Nakawa ~Final Mix Yeah, this was done in October, but i uploaded it in January for Moon's birthday. plus, there was nothing noteworthy this month. i still remember all the nice comments i got. this was the beginning of a year that i ran right in and yelled "LET'S SHOW THIS WORLD THAT WE WON'T STAND FOR ANOTHER 2016!" Oh how naive i was... February: The Beast Inside Remember when i played a lot of League in my free time? i sure do. anyway, this was my next attempt after Hukaro to continue doing my "Squeenix Cinematic Style." this time on the, at the time, new revamp for Warwick. needless to say, i still think i did a better job on Hukaro. BUT, this was still pretty good. it was during these first few months when things were really lookin' up for me. i was continually working on things cuz i really wanted to make something and school was pretty cool too. March: Digimon ZX Cover ZX ISN'T DEAD I SWEAR! *ahem* I MEAN....hai. owo As we march on into March, i think R2 of Digimon Temporal Jump was going on at the time. we were going through our story entries and things were pretty great being with my best buds. i also began doing art streams i'm pretty sure, with this drawing in particular being done during two days of streaming. i'm being serious, by the way. ZX is not dead. i've been typing up the story on my phone, so look forward to those chapters sometime soon! April: Are You Ready? Yup. in anticipation for Digidestined.Com, i decided to start seriously developing Digimon Unchained ahead of time so people would be able to get to know Yuki beforehand. unfortunately, i didn't actually get to start the story until much later, but that was just me being a lazy bum. i was hangin' out on Discord and stuff, talking about how excited i was for what was to come. we all know what happened, but at the time, being able to go back to the world i once knew with Luneth was a big deal for me. it's like i was going back to the beginning. And fear not, peeps! i've been working on Unchained for quite awhile. you'd be surprised how much i've worked on it with Gao. ^w^ May: Bits n' Bytes Ultima Vocal Collection Oh yeah, i did a birthday gift for Fire too! just so you know, i do still wanna make OSTs for my other Digimon adventures, but without my tablet i can't really do them right now. this month was pretty alright if i remember. making new friends and strengthening bonds with old friends. things were pretty fun in the sun cuz y'know......summer was coming. June: Connection Flow in Ice and Snow AWWW YEEEAAAAH, LET'S KICK IT!!! *Another Way by Girugamesh plays at full blast* (if .Com had a vocal OST, that would be opening.....3 if i remember the list i made. would've been the final opening i think. it's been awhile since i looked at the files.) Now that .Com finally began, i was on the hype train to the sun as i feverishly worked hard on my .Com stuff. this poster was one of my proudest works this year tbh. i promised i would make something great outta this story. this would be the closure that Luneth and Vivi so desperately needed, and Yuki and Arcus would be the ones to save them and close their book for good. not only that, but i was also graduating high school. after throwing my cap in the air, i said my heartfelt goodbyes to all the friends i've known since elementary and middle school including the close friends in my AP Art Squad. Team AP Art Will Never be Apart! honestly, things couldn't be any more exciting for me. Gee, it would be a shame if something were to happen that would trigger a chain of events that would divide my friends forever and send me down a spiraling pain train to the void known as crippling depression. July: DigiJuly Day 5: V-Mon (Vivi) This drawing was done to commemorate three years of adventures with Luneth and Vivi. this was during DigiJuly, when i was doing Digimon doodles nonstop for the duration of the month. What was once a hype train became a train wreck once July came around. things were ok until DTJ burned down in a raging fire and that set the stage for the rest of the year. i literally wouldn't be able to overcome any of this until November or so. i don't wanna dwell on it anymore since i'd be sounding like a broken record at this point. August: D3P: D-Sona 3 Portable Not a lot of art this month either. can you believe that? XD Hoo boy. August. need i say anything more about this month? we thought things settled down after DTJ shut down, but something was amiss.... This was the month that it happened. the climax of the story best left untold....even though i told it a hundred times already. >_>' Outside of the incident, time was running short for our stay at our current home and we were thinking of our next move. i began to worry about college as steep student debt caused us to have a change of plans on where to go. i was beginning to doubt if i even had a future to believe in. i was running out of options, and i was running out of hope. And trust me, it only gets worse from here. September: The Next Generation After awhile, things were still going on outside my realm of knowledge. it only made me feel worse seeing everything transpire long after the initial conflict. with this stigma hanging over me, i finally decided to pack my bags and leave the Digimon group era of my artist life. it was a pretty sour note to end it on, but let's be real here, there was no way i could wait any longer for things to get better. granted, my birthday was awesome, and i couldn't thank everyone enough for coming together to try to bring my spirit back. unfortunately, my bout with depression was just beginning. it was so bad, i pretty much stopped taking care of myself, which would lead to a few days ago when i'd end up with one less tooth in my mouth. i swear i won't let it get that bad again. With everything plummeting down to the dark abyss, i said goodbye to the life i once knew. from here on, things were about to change. i wasn't gonna end here. not now. October: Howling in the Shadows From this month forth, my family had no idea where we were going. the beginning of the tale of the borderline homeless that still continues to this day. Packing away my computer and drawing tablet for what feels like an eternity, i was moving out of my current home that we rented for the duration of my senior year and into grandma's house......in a raging storm. i'm not kidding. the rain was so bad that when we got there, our clothes were completely soaked and we couldn't even see 5 feet ahead of us outside that night. i knew immediately that it was some sort of ill omen for what was to transpire in the coming months. in fact, i even had dreams of the aftermath of what might happen. Now that i was stripped of my digital art abilities, i had to think of something else to do. so, i decided to dedicate myself to going back to traditional art. Boy, did i have fun. November: Return to the Realm of Sleep Now, this was the only thing i was able to crank out in November. BUT, that doesn't mean i didn't draw. i drew stuff, but nothing noteworthy enough to upload here. i'm gonna tell it to you straight now. Arcus will return. With my mental health still kicking me in the butt (it hit me so hard i had a panic attack one day.), i wasn't really motivated to draw much. in fact, i even hid myself away from the internet for quite awhile. without my friends or my sense of purpose, i felt like i had nothing and i was pretty under the weather for a majority of this month. that being said, i snapped myself out of it by force. it was stupid that i still felt the way i did months after what happened. sure, it was horrible, and i wish i could forget everything. but i can't stay stuck in the past. And so, i picked up my colored pencils and other such tools, and began my journey to recovery. December: Lexicon (Lex) and A Sacrifice for the Wind I got the hang of drawing traditionally pretty quickly. throughout the month, i was on fire, drawing masterstroke after masterstroke. (at least, in my opinion. XD) Making my new home in the mobile communities of Amino, it was a nice change of pace from the big screen of my computer. i made a bunch of new friends (to the staff of the Aminos i'm in and the rest of the crew in our Digimon Discord server, you guys are the best and thank you for healing the pain of yesteryear!) and had a grand old time making new OCs, Lex being one of them. i honestly luv Appmon and i wish we got more, but i'm content with what we got tbh. it'll live on in Seikatsu and his friends. be ready to see them once again in the near future! And so, in the wake of destruction as the world continues to change around me, i chopped off my signature anime emo locks, revamped my wardrobe and set my sights toward the future. Nowadays, i've completely moved on from the pain, but that doesn't change the fact that it still happened. overall, 2017 was a complete pile of poopoo garbage and i'm glad the nightmare is finally over. Even if i can't completely write it off as bad, there's just way too many negatives that weigh down the rest of the year for me personally. it's March now and things are pretty hectic, but i've got newfound courage and i know this year will be better than the last. time for me to get back up and charge forth to a better tomorrow!

[charmy-writing-and-art]

Bnha Sona :D

General information

Name: Wakamoto Sakka 若本 作家

Nickname: Sakka, Sacchi, Sakka-chan, Sacchan, Wakamoto-San, Inky, Kouhai

Hero name: Fiction-to-life hero: Inkheart(book reference OwO)

Age: 15-16

Sex: Demi-female

Orientation: Heteroromantic Demisexual

Affiliation: U.A.

Class: 1-B

Quirk: Fiction-to-life blood

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Appearance

Hair: Seems like normal dark brown pixie cut but every strand is actually a thin strip of paper. She doesn't blow dry it often so it often turns out messy, dry and brittle.

Skin: One of the most prominent features of her skin is that it has visible ink veins running through the pale Asian skin in her whole body. The veins are black with a slight rainbow tint in her hands and arms and fade to a less prominent greyish black in other places. Another prominent feature is that she has scars and scabs in varying shades of grey on her skin because of her skin allergies and skin picking disorder.

Body: She's tall but a bit chubby.

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Costume

Sakka wears a light warm brown top with short ivory sleeves with one iridescent cyan glow in the dark triangle pointing up on each sleeve. She also wears simple, slightly baggy but protective dark brown pants and iridescent orange lightweight sneaker-boots with white laces. In terms of accessories, Sakka wears ~

Personality

At first glance Sakka may seem reserved and shy, as she usually prefers to read, write or draw than socialise. However, when you actually talk to her, that won't be the case at all. She actually loves talking to people,but she has trouble communicating casually and might come off as very awkward or annoying. Deep down, Sakka is a kind and loyal girl. She dedicates herself completely, too much at times,and never hesitates to give kind words or try to help others when needed, however her annoyingly clumsy nature makes helping others hard for her. Sakka is also rather over sensitive and sometimes feels as if the people around her are bothered by her presence and asks them about it, often in the form of “what's wrong?” Which only makes her more annoying, even if she never means any harm by asking. She has an immense, well founded fear of annoying others, and when she feels someone hates her(even when it's not the case) she will get emotional easily. Despite all that she is actually rather optimistic, friendly, and sees the good in all others, which is why she is kind. Also, she always gives her all in what she does, no matter in school or her hobbies, such as writing stories and drawing. She prides herself in being imaginative and loves weaving developed characters and complicated plots of different genres, such as humour and angst.

Likes: -Undertale -Chocolate -Light Novels -Animation -Writing -Drawing -Heroes -Memes

Dislikes -Bullies -Villains -Bitter food -Failing people -Upsetting people -Exams -Math

~ Backstory

(WIP)

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Quirk

Type:Emitter/Mutant

Sakka’s Quirk allows her bring whatever she draws or writes on a piece of paper to life, living things or non living things. When she scrunches up the paper and throws it out the paper glows in rainbow colours and forms the thing she brings to life. When she picks up a pen or pencil and activates her Quirk, her blood connects to the pen or pencil allowing her to bring her drawings or writings to life.The veins in her arms and hands glow a neon rainbow when her Quirk is activated. if her Quirk is not activated she will just be drawing and writing normally.The things she brings to life (usually fictional characters lol) will be black figures with a metallic rainbow sheen on them, no matter what their original colours are. They will fade after one day no matter how Sakka writes or draws otherwise. The used paper cannot be reused after she has summoned her creation to life, but she can draw/write it again and use it again. If she continuously draws too much or summons too much of her creations, over the limit of 24 hours without letting herself cool down for at least one hour she will experience severe nausea, dizziness and even death. If she wills her creations to disappear in a cloud of rainbow sparkles immediately they will do so.

-Art-to-life criteria The drawing has to be at least clear sketches or they won't function properly. They don't have to be coloured. She can command her drawings with her mind but the more drawings she controls, the more it strains her mind and it makes her exhausted if she strains her mind too much. Writing descriptions in her drawings makes mind-commanding uneccessarry as the descriptions work like commands in a robot. They can take 20 hits max. If they take a hit while being controlled Sakka will feel a numb pinch in her head and if they are destroyed Sakka will get a flash of migraine. Again, she doesn't have this problem with drawings that she doesn't control. -Writing-to-life criteria The descriptions of the things she brings to life have to be detailed and precise, or else unexpected things might pop up, like if she writes “board” it can be a board made of literally anything, like poop, fire or blood, that can be any size, from as large as an elephant to as small as a cell.  Or maybe it will be someone boarding a train. Rest of the criteria is identical to the drawing-to-life ones.

Moves

-Move 1: Fangirl’s dream Most commonly used move. Summons fictional characters to fight alongside her or summons fictional weapons for her to fight with. She can write prexisting commands for characters but not weapons, so weapons are more likely to strain her mind but strains less than controlled characters. She can summon weapons with magical capabilities(e.g. Gaster Blasters)but it will strain her mind more than -Move 2: Hoverboard She creates a lightweight airborne round board with a steering handle so she can travel around without having to walk. Steering too much may strain her mind since technically her mind is the one driving the steering handle. -Special move: TQO(Temporary Quirk Ownership)

A dangerous move she thought up, even she doesn't use it often. Through writing a detailed description of a different Quirk and crumpling up the paper in her hand, she glows briefly with the rainbow light and with that, she gains the written Quirk. The time limit is shorter-she can only use this move for an hour max, and she needs another hour for cool down before she can use another quirk. She cannot desummon the quirk once she has started using it. She's stuck with it for an hour. She cannot use two or more Quirks at a time. Transform and Mutant Quirks might do permanent damage to parts of her body on which the summoned Quirk is affected, more than the actual user of the Quirk. For example, using Engine may render her legs useless for at least a week, and using Hardening will damage her skin and fragile ink veins greatly. Some Emitter type Quirks may strain her mind greatly, such as Brainwashing. She really needs to choose her quirks carefully. She often asks the original owner of the Quirk if she can use their Quirk if she knows  that owner. Of course this isn't necessary. Advantages She can literally draw or write anything that isn't too hard to draw and make them do anything she wishes. They last long enough for Sakka to fight with them or beside them. Disadvantages People can tell that the objects aren't real immediately Using Quirk is risky for Sakka Vulnerable to fire and electricity attacks

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Relationships and family

Her father, Wakamoto Sumirō 若本 墨郎 Quirk: Ink creation: can make non-living and living things using ink he can produce from his solid ink body

Her mother, Wakamoto(Suzumura) Yuki 若本（鈴村）由貴 Quirk: Mind printing: She can print words from her mind while touching a piece of paper.

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Stats

Entrance exam points: 5 Villain points, 40 Rescue points

Power: 2/5

Speed:3/5

Technique:2/5

Intelligence: 4/5

Cooperativeness:5/5

Stamina:1/5

Quirk control: 4/5

Mid terms: 14/20 in class

Finals: 10/20 in class

Finals practical: (VS Eraserhead )Pass

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Trivia

-To her, Ink is edible(and tasty), but it makes her skin uncomfortable if she drinks too much. 

-Her name means  “writer”.

-her surname also holds the kanji of “book”.

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So yep, I'm in BNHA hell now as well as Undertale hell. This is basically me reimagined as a Yuuei student, cuz man, who doesn't want to be in the BNHA universe?? Criticism is welcome OwO

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Molly: Blog Deliverable #5, Part 1

Molly McDade Hood is Sergeant of Human Trafficking at the Multnomah County Sheriff’s Office.

“You’ll always have a job if you go into plumbing or law enforcement, cuz you either need to put the shit away, or flush the shit down the toilet”

What first got you interested in this career path?

Molly: Mainly because I recognized through intel gathering -just listening to jail call and mail, talking to individuals- that they continue to traffic from jail...so that started to peak my interest because I like to hold people accountable for their actions. And also if you think about it, this is a facility that’s county funded and we don’t want people to continue to commit crimes from it..so accountability I guess.

Tell us about the work you do to combat human trafficking here in Portland.

Molly: I sit on a number of boards and committees. One is the Sex Trafficking Executive Committee here with Multnomah County….we tend to be kind of the leaders within the state on anti-trafficking measures and how we collaborate, not just with the sheriff’s office but also with the city of Portland and outside agencies and with advocates. You need to actually have a well-rounded approach with collaboration and with non-gov organizations. Quite different than just regular law enforcement because you need to be victim centered if you want to build good cases. So what I do is intelligence and investigations from the jail...I do the data and analysis piece of it. I sit on a state-wide sex trafficking committee under the DOJ. I collaborate with a lot of other law enforcement entities...on other cases, not just sex trafficking, because it intersects with so much...I do a lot of presentations and trainings, forums, coffee meetings….I’ll meet with a lot of different organizations to see how we can collaborate and interface...I may talk to victims upstairs in housing, and find out information what’s going on, every case is unique. I may go to court with them. I might connect them with a PO...match people up I guess...I also talk to traffickers, I’ll take tattoo photos.

What are some misconceptions about sex trafficking and its root causes?

Molly: We still have all these generic images on the internet with chains and bar codes and things like that. I’ve yet to see a bar code on a girl...Misconception one is you don’t have to be kidnapped...it takes a 3rd party exploiter for the sale of sex. With a minor it’s a very easy definition. Minors don’t have the the ownership to be able to sell their sex. It’s not for currency in Oregon for the sale of sex, it’s anything of value -it could be drugs, a purse, Sephora gift cards, money, a roof over your head, food...basic needs, unfortunately. Many individuals are experiencing exploitation by someone who’s an intimate partner. A lot of these 3rd party exploiters are only after money, they don’t really care about the wake of disaster that they’re leaving with individuals….Individuals in the life...they don’t always die at the hands of traffickers; I would say that’s another misconception. In the last 60 days there have been 4 girls that I’ve had contact with that have died...one died from suicide...2 died from opioid overdoses...one died an accidental death...she was still in the life….I think the majority of the injury that they (traffickers) leave behind is mental scarring...some can be brutal...It is domestic violence on steroids with that 3rd party exploiter. It just takes that one act of force, or that fraud...they’re hooked into that life...grooming comes in many different forms…I hesitate to create this box of this is the profile of a victim, this is the profile of a trafficker, this is the profile of a purchaser...ANYONE..

I know that Portland’s location with I-84 and I-5 is frequently cited as a reason for why Portland is a hub.

Molly: People (shouldn’t) put that as a main reason. Are we a hub, or do we just recognize it more?...But electronic communications has a lot to do with it.

I know you were just down at the Super Bowl. Why do sporting events attract activity?

Molly: Any major event really...men without their significant others...The driving force is do you have people that enjoy sex? Do they have disposable income? And we’ve got the internet so that creates more anonymity. That’s gonna create more opportunity, so if there’s traffickers who are wanting to earn money they’re either going to send girls that way or they’re going to take them that way.

As for root causes, do you think that maybe if the victims had more awareness, or a more stable home life where all their emotional needs are fulfilled this would be less of a problem?

Molly: You need to go at it like a three pronged approach...The buyers...first off, is it appropriate to purchase sex? To me, the minute money is exchanged, it just makes it rancid.

-So the culture.

Molly: Yeah…And then there’s individuals, victims- there’s many ways they can get in it, but there are definite vulnerabilities...domestic violence, the foster care system, if you really look at the Adolescent Childhood Experiences….And then you’ve got the traffickers -you have to go after all 3. Provide the services -is it mentorship, education, prevention and awareness, is it empowering young women to make choices for themselves and feel good about themselves? If you don’t do each one independently it’s just going to continue. It’s not about rescuing, it’s about recovering and it’s about empowering individuals to want to live a safer life and get a good job and educate themselves, or even just be able to get by because they have been through so much that maybe just getting mental healthcare and being on public assistance is about just what they can do….There are a lot of people who have been very hurt and damaged. I always told my daughter that I didn’t want to raise a victim.

What are your solutions? What’s being done? How can we help?

Molly: Again, the myths vs. reality, awareness and education is critical because it allows people to be more humane, understanding, and compassionate with our victims, who are suffering...It’s the chicken before the egg. Why is this substance abuse an issue? A lot of individuals have been exploited from very young ages...and then our foster care system is very broken...One of the other cultures within Portland that creates an uptick is our adult entertainment culture. I always find it very ironic  that women can’t buy liquor until they’re 21 but they can take their clothes off (age in Portland is 18)...Men can’t fully disrobe when they’re stripping...there’s a lot of double standards. I feel like minors being exploited by others have fake IDs. It’s a lot harder for a 15 yr old to fake that she’s 21 than it is for her to fake that she’s 18. ...That doesn’t sit right...It’s exploitative in itself that it’s 18 here...We’ve got a lot to work on. The opioid crisis, the mental health issues, the houselessness -all of this is interconnected...Me, what I try to do is train interns...being an advocate...serve people…A committee I sit on is called Legislative Committee, and we push forward laws...One thing I didn’t tell you about that is awesome...with the help of all my interns we’ve entered all this intel. We’ve identified about 1,500 victims -both adult and minor- in our county, and 1,200 traffickers. We exported the traffickers into a database and out of the 800 that were exported I had 300 hits of other active criminal investigations on those people...I have 12 indicted cases in jail for trafficking, which is good... If we can input better practices into place all over then we’re collaborating better...not with just law enforcement but with advocacy organizations...There’s a university in San Diego that provides free college for women who have been in the life…