#kingyo-diva

[chokopoppo]

Your rants about bartimaeus awakened long dormant memories from 5-7 years ago, and I don't remember why. I don't remember what caused it. I don't even remember what he did. But you have sparked and kindled my hate for Nathaniel again. That's the clearest thing I remember from that series! Just the feeling of hate. Oh, that, and a lions mane really isn't worth it.

THE SAVAGERY!!!!!! It’s okay, he deserves it. Debatably lmao.

IF YOU WERE CURIOUS or if anyone else in the peanut gallery is, a brief rundown on the Nathaniel Discourse: Nathaniel (our protagonist) is a surprisingly complex character for a YA novel, and his personality comes mainly from two disparate aspects of his upbringing. He is both sympathetic, as a survivor of emotional and physical child abuse who ultimately wants to right the wrongs of unjust behavior, and a privileged shithead, as a Born-In member of the elite Magician social class, who is entitled to special treatment, a job in the government, financial support, and heavy, systematic legal bias in all aspects of his life. The latter of these two is what drives his character through most of the trilogy, but the former is what saves him in the end.

Nathaniel is treated... really, truly appallingly, by his caretakers. He is hurt, humiliated, ridiculed, and mocked by his own parental figure every day of his life, and is forced to become fully independent--emotionally--at the age of ten. His total lack of a support system forces him to support himself, and is the reason he becomes so driven and so ambitious--he realizes he’s better without help, since “help” has never actually helped him. Unfortunately, that leads into... you know... 

John Mandrake (nee Nathaniel), the asshole who casually enslaves sentient beings out of a warped sense of vengeance, actively surveys and arrests innocent civilians on Suspicion Of Treason, and treats all non-magicians like sub-sentient chattel. John Mandrake believes that he has been Wronged, which--yeah, on an interpersonal level, he has! His upbringing was savage and cruel!--but on a larger, cultural scale, no, he has not been Wronged. He is extremely privileged; despite his innate belief, the only difference between Magicians and Commoners is that Magicians are rich and educated (in this universe, magic is an academic pursuit that anyone can learn, if given the right information), and Commoners are poor, and sent to public schools that teach them Propaganda and Important Service Skills, so that they might grow up and better serve Magicians, Their Financial Superiors. Functionally, there’s no difference between Magicians and Commoners. But Mandrake lives in a society that is based upon the idea that Magicians are Good and Kind and Protect The Poor Innocent Defenseless Sheeple (who serve them in payment)--that he is inherently, functionally better, that he is divinely chosen to have his position, and that--well, if Commoners get caught in the gears? If they are the grist that the mill requires? Too Bad, isn’t it, but it isn’t as though they’re people, is it?

Mandrake is told, you can have the power you were denied as a child, so long as you take it from other people. And he drinks the goddamn koolaid.

I don’t know that I want to go into the whole literal enslavement of another main character thing, but he does that too! The narrative (and we, as readers) tend to gloss over that to some extent, because if he didn’t do it, we wouldn’t get Bartimaeus’ LIT commentary. But like. It’s worth mentioning.

In the end, Nathaniel is woken up to what he’s doing and is horrified by the Thing that John Mandrake has become, and works hard to change and to be compassionate again, which is noble. But I find that it varies, from reader to reader, if he did enough. I actually used to be FIRMLY in the “Nathaniel Fucking SUCKS” camp, but by interacting with other people who stood in the “Nathaniel Suffered And Chose To Try Anyway” camp, found myself gravitating towards the middle. I think he’s fucking FASCINATING as a character that 12-17 year olds are supposed to interact with, and reading the Bartimaeus Trilogy was hugely influential in my understanding of how Grey Morality and Character Analysis works. I give a HUGE recommendation to you or any adult who read these as a kid to revisit them. Especially the Audiobooks narrated by Simon Jones! No joke, probably the best audiobook i have ever listened to. The man is an unstoppable performer. He’s amazing.

Also the mane is not worth it Bartimaeus. Look at your boyfriend not at your dope mane. Look at your boyfrieND LOOK AT YOUR--

[ferrumfluorite]

@kingyo-diva​ Hes bautiful!! (Also there is a mirror tool in sai2??????)

Thank you!!  And YUP I just discovered it last night lmao

[brandxspandex]

Oooh heathers x transformers headcanons, very nice! Although I'm very boring and just go with heathers = seekers, Starscream as Heather Duke and Thundercracker as Heather M. ... have you ever thought of Headcanons for the musical "Hadestown"? Megatron and Starscream as Hades and Persephone is fun, and I just really like the musical :>

Yeah I think the Seekers are the best fit for the Heathers overall, though I go with Starscream = Heather C, Thundercracker = Heather M, and Skywarp = Heather D. Then I go with Windblade as Veronica and Chromia as JD. Alternatively I have Starscream as Veronica, Megatron as JD, and Functionalists/Senators as the Heathers and the Jocks. 

I’ve not really heard of Hadestown, but I absolutely love both musicals and Greek mythology so it sounds like something I ought to investigate. 

[ahkaraii]

Ignore this if you want, but what is Golden Kamuy about? I know I could Google, but I really like how you word and describe things and I thought it would be best to ask sb who already is a fan :D btw the fanart you reblog is gorgeous for sure!

Golden Kamuy is, briefly, a story about a Japanese ex-soldier and a young Ainu (indigenous) girl on a quest to track down a number of criminals who have tattooed upon their body an encoded map to a grand stash of gold all across the winter wilderness of Hokkaido in 1900′s Japan.

What really makes this series shine is its expressive art style, its hilariously entertaining comedic timing, as well as it’s deeply informative story about Ainu culture – hunting and cooking, especially.

The indiginous Ainu are NOT japanese, and they’re discriminated in a similar way to how america discriminates its native americans, or mexico its own indiginous populations. Through the eyes of our self proclaimed “Immortal” protagonist and his budding friendship with this incredibly competent and determined young girl, we come to learn more about the Ainu and their struggles and rituals and how they view the world as compared to how the japanese traditionally see it. As a non-japanese person, myself, I also learned a LOT about Japanese history and how the country shifted following the Russo-Japanese War in 1905. I hadn’t even KNOWN Russia had anything to do with Japanese history, which, in retrospect, reveals just how ignorant I am about World History XD;;

Historical setting aside, Golden Kamuy is a deeply heartfelt story, even amid the hilarity and the violence. I love every character a bunch. Everyone has a backstory and a motivation for why they are doing what they are doing, but there is still a LOT of character development and really entertaining character interactions. I keep flipflopping as to who my favourite character is because I love everyone so much!

Fair warning, though: there IS a lot of violence in this story. Not just to humans – Ainu hunt to survive and the manga has an emphasis on cuisine, so we get to see how best to cook and skin a bear and how best to season a flavourful fish dish, etc. So I wouldn’t necessarily recommend this manga to vegetarians or folks who are squeamish about graphic violence.

If you don’t mind that though, I DEFINITELY recommend this series. It’s definitely in my top 5 favourite seinen manga :D

[yousirius]

my dear bab @kingyo-diva tagged me whoo!

Directions: answer questions and tag nine people you would like to know better.

Relationship status: taken rn but who knows for how long lol

Favourite color: green, blue and black

Lipstick or chapstick: dark lippies

Last song: heaven knows i’m miserable now by the smiths 

Last movie: michael bay’s texas chainsaw massacre

Top three shows: friends, supernatural and the walking dead

not tagging anyone bc i’m lazy sorry

[threshie]

19. What is the most difficult thing for you to draw?

Ooh, that’s a good question. Because I haven’t practiced such things as much as my favorite subject (people), drawing anything with perfectly straight, even lines doesn’t come easy to me. I can do it, but it’ll take hours more than it would take for me to draw a person or some other more organic thing. Thanks to their perfect-looking and often symmetrical lines, things like mecha or architecture are among the most difficult things for me to draw.

Thanks for the ask! Ask me artist questions or just say hi?

[mysteira6]

FukaFlower - Holding Your Left Hand

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Summary:

She wasn’t gonna let him feel bad for holding his left hand.

Setting: Fukase and Flower are in the same high school grade and are around 17 - 18 years old. Also, they’re already a couple in this one-shot. Read on for fluff, angst and a little sweet moment at the end. ^3^

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Autumn-coloured lamps decorated the streets, surrounding the many stalls by the pathway in a warm-coloured glow. Young adults in ankle-length yukatas and young children with bags of candy and treats in their hands littered the road before them, the small-talk between groups of teens and squeals of delight amongst children filling their ears. Stall owners left and right were hollering customers over, hoping to catch their attention to play their games or buy their fun-coloured snacks.

The white-haired teen blinked at the sight. “Wow,” She muttered. “I know Miku was warning us when she said this year’s carnival would be ‘packed as sardines’, but I wasn’t expecting it to be this… crowded…”

She heard a light-hearted chuckle from the young man standing beside her. “Welp, I guess that’s a lesson learnt,” He said jokingly.

“What lesson?”

As he turned to her, his scarlet right eye sparkled jovially. “That we should actually listen to the ‘popular diva’ instead of assuming that she only talks about rumours,” He noted, another laugh emerging from his mouth.

The thought of that made her narrow her eyes a little. “I’m not so sure about that, Fukase,” She murmured skeptically, shaking her head. “She talks more about gossip than anything remotely useful-”

“But if we had listened to her, then we wouldn’t be caught in this human traffic jam now, wouldn’t we?” The redhead replied, though soon after, he heaved a sigh and shrugged his shoulders sheepishly. “Oh well, we’re here anyway and the night is young, Flower! Hopefully, the crowd will thin out in a bit,”

Despite her initial disappointment of not having a peaceful stroll with him, the optimistic grin on his face was enough to wash her negativity away. Of course he would try to cheer her up like this. After all, this date was his idea, something that he came up with during their lunch hour when all the other students were talking about the upcoming summer festival and how carnivals were being set up in dozens of neighbourhoods. Given that they had just finished their school term, it seemed like a perfect time to start their summer break with a fun little getaway with just the two of them.

Flower puffed in mild annoyance. When Fukase asked her to go to the carnival in their neighbourhood together, she got giddy with excitement as she always was when it came to their dates. That was one of the strangest things about being with him; somehow, he had managed to break down her curt demeanor and unpack her sweet side that very few people saw. All it took was him being a cheerful jokester who not only tried his best to make everyone smile, but also possessed a kind heart to help anyone he could. Funny then, that he would be interested, and eventually fall in love with, a pessimistic girl who was essentially a stoic emotional wall.

Oh well. Life can be that weird sometimes. In fact, what was more weird was that as he talked to her everyday, cracking a joke here and there, Flower found herself becoming more conscious of how she presented herself in front of him. The little things that she barely cared about before gradually took priority in her appearance as he tried everyday to make her smile a little. Smoothing out her skirt and brushing her hair behind her ears were only two of the dozen things that crossed her mind as soon as she heard him talking to her.

Tonight was no exception to her new routine of fussing over her appearance; as soon as she got home, Flower immediately made a beeline for her preppy younger sister, Xin Hua, who was lounging on the sofa and scrolling through the feed on her phone as usual. However, after Flower explained her situation, the cobalt-haired teen quickly placed her phone aside and partook in the giddy excitement that her older sister was feeling. One trip to Sachiko’s yukata gallery and another to Mizki’s hair accessory treasury was enough for the aspiring fashionista to dress her sister up for her special summer date.

“Flower? Flower!” The sight of his bandaged hand waving front of her was enough to snap the short-haired teen back to reality, her violet eyes blinking a few times to readjust her field of vision. “Hey, are you okay?” Fukase asked her, a worried frown inscribed on his lips as he placed a hand on her shoulder.

“O-oh, sorry, I… I’m okay,” She stuttered in embarrassment, slightly ashamed that she spaced out in the middle of nowhere. Her instinctive reaction of looking down whenever she got awkward got her looking at the yukata that Xin Hua had picked for her. It was of a deep violet shade, accompanied by prints of lavender and white coloured cherry-blossoms and outlines of round lanterns scattered across her sleeves and skirt. She had a grape-purple obi tied around her waist to keep her outfit together and Ms Sachiko even gave her complimentary wooden sandals and a hickory-coloured basket for her necessities to complete the ensemble. ‘Cherish your youth’, she had said with a warm smile after Flower had told her the reason for her purchase.

Meanwhile, Fukase chuckled at her quiet response and quietly slid his right hand under her chin, gently lifting her gaze to look at him. There wasn’t an obvious height difference between them (except for a few centimeters that Flower had but Fukase didn’t) but even then, Flower felt rather small under the gaze of his right eye, his left one being concealed under his white eye patch. Having him stand close to her also allowed her to take in his outfit for the night; a muted red yukata with black lines resembling tree branches drawn on its cloth all held together by a thin bright red obi.

“You sure?” He smirked at her like a cheeky devil would, the jokester side of him showing. “You’re blushing, you know,”

His words rooted her to the spot. “No, I am not!”

“Sharp response. I thought you were a kuudere, not a tsundere,”

“I-Does that really matter right now?!”

Her flustered response was met with a fit of laughter from Fukase, his red curls dancing in the air as he shook his head jokingly. “I kid! I kid!” He sang out as he held his hands up as if surrendering. “Please spare me from your silent treatment, Hana-chan~”

She puffed her cheeks. “You’re only lucky that I decided to dress up for tonight and I don’t want to ruin our date,”

“Oh right, I was gonna say,” His expression lit up as he continued. “You look… as pretty as a flower tonight,”

He half-heartedly expected a startled response and was unsurprised when she only snarkily replied: “A pun-related flirt isn’t going to get to me, Fukase,” Of course she’d say something like that.

“Darnnit, that didn’t work as well as I had hoped,” He pretended to be upset for a moment before raising his right hand towards her, cueing the snow-haired girl to blink at him a few times.

“Well anyway,” He began, tilting his head at her cutely. “Now that we’ve been chatting here for a while, I believe it’s about time for us to head down there, yeah?”

She found herself beaming as she accepted his hand. “Yes, let’s,”

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“Come and catch your own kingyo! Only 200 yen to bring one home!”

“Fresh shaved ice and candied apples for sale! Come and get them before they’re gone!”

As their evening continued, the crowd really did grow thinner as most of the younger children were brought home by their parents and some of the teenagers were heading home as well. Since the both of them were night owls on a daily basis, the moon climbing up the sky did not bother them. Fukase’s enthusiasm for them to visit every stall did not falter even as the night went on. Beside him, Flower held tightly to his right hand, a small smile on her face as she witnessed him bring her all around the carnival. She could tell that he was excited for it.

“Are you hungry? We should get some mochi here,”

“I think those pinwheel headbands would look cute on you,”

“Hey, this fruit tea tastes great! Try some!”

Perhaps it was a little selfish for her to say it, but Flower really liked the attention that he was giving her tonight. It wasn’t odd for Fukase to treat her so kindly (he was literally known for being the kindest person for a lot of people) but hearing him talk to her alone made her feel warm and fuzzy inside, a feeling that only he could generate. However, tonight it felt like Fukase’s gentlemanly nature was much more prominent than usual… Was it because they were wearing such fancy clothes?

Whatever the reason was, she didn’t really care about it. After all, who would turn down a kind, pampering boyfriend like him? Even though Flower was slow to understand social norms as a wallflower, she knew enough to recognise that Fukase was kind of spoiling her (not that she was complaining, mind you).

Her train of thought was interrupted when something at a shelf on her left managed to catch her attention, silently motioning her to get closer to the stall with multi-coloured stacks of cans lined up in pyramidal formation behind its counter. She couldn’t take her eyes off one of the prizes at the game stall; a small lavender rabbit with a translucent maroon ribbon wrapped around its neck and a top hat sewn onto its head. Its subtle resemblance to Fukase’s normal outfit was probably what caught her eye.

“Whatcha looking at?” The very person she was thinking about turned his head in the same direction as she was facing, his eyes scanning the game stall for whatever had caught her attention. “Do you see that little rabbit on the shelf?” Flower whispered to him while leaning close to his ear. “It’s kinda cute. I just thought that it looked like you in your coat, doesn’t it?”

The redhead has his eyes trained on the stuffed toy that had caught his girlfriend’s attention. It didn’t take him long to mutter a ‘let’s head over there’ as he brought them both over to the stall, his hand never letting go of her despite her initial surprise. After he forked out some coins for the stall owner, a basket with brightly coloured plastic balls was placed in front of him, the challenge of knocking over all the cans in three hits now laying before him.

“Fukase, you don’t have to do this for me,” The white-haired girl standing behind him said timidly, a bit uneasy that he decided to play this game just for her.

The redhead smiled at her. “But I want to,” He simply said, picking up the first ball from the basket. “Besides, you like that rabbit doll, right?”

“Well, yeah, but-”

“Then just sit tight and watch me win it for you!” He gleefully replied as he aimed for the base of one of the can pyramids before hurling his ball at them, nailing a hit on the cans at the bottom for his first throw. The coloured cans tumbled onto the table with loud clatters and clangs as the pyramid fell, knocking down all the obstacles quickly. He grinned at his victory.

“Wow, you got them all in one shot!” The stall owner commended, lightly clapping her hands to his success. “Congratulations! You’re welcomed to choose any prize you want for winning,”

“Any prize?” Fukase glanced over to her as the lady nodded, her satin pink hair bouncing up and down. He soon turned his eyes back to the little rabbit that Flower had been eyeing this whole time, the smile on his face widening. “Can I have the little rabbit over there? The one of that shelf, please,”

“Sure thing!” She replied as she gently lifted the rabbit doll off the shelf and handed it over to him. “Thank you for playing!” The store owner sang out as Fukase received the doll from her, turning back to his girlfriend. Holding out the lavender rabbit doll in his two hands, he smiled warmly at her. “Ta-da! Here you go, Flower,”

Her face shone as she held the doll in her hands, now able to marvel its cuteness up close. It really did look similar to Fukase in his fancy outfit. “Thank you,” She unknowingly broke into a wide smile as she petted the rabbit’s head the same way she did to Point, Fukase’s pet doll. “It’s really cute…” She giggled.

He grinned at her, a warm feeling washing over him at the sight of Flower’s smile. It never failed to make him smile back at her, or to make his cheeks feel a little warmer than usual. Deep down, he wished she did that all the time, but he also understood her take on it; it was better to let her slowly get into the habit of smiling instead of forcing it on her.

Instead, he raised his hand towards her again, hoping to continue their stroll through the carnival until he noticed which one he was holding up to her. In a hasty maneuver, Fukase swiftly relocated himself to be standing on her right side as he offered his hand to her again, disregarding the confused expression on her face. “Shall we go back to the path, milady?”

She giggled again at his formal demeanor. “You don’t have to be so formal,” She quickly packed her new rabbit doll into her basket as she accepted his hand again. Although she was already well aware of his odd behaviour from before, Flower knew better to not bring it up and make him embarrassed.

Unfortunately, the more she thought about it, the more it started to bug her. Especially when she started to realise how often such situations would occur multiple times that night. Upon closer inspection, there was one thing that they all had in common; the fact that Fukase had never let her hold his left hand.

As much as she didn’t want to sound like some prissy girl complaining on their date, the urge to ask him about it was stronger than those worries. “Hey, Fukase?” The white-haired teen began, tugging a little on their interlocked hands to get his attention. “Can I… ask you something?”

He eagerly turned to her. “What is it?”

“Can I hold your left hand?”

The question alone was enough to wash his bright smile away, replacing it with an astonished frown on his face and a startled expression in his eye. His footsteps immediately stopped in the middle of the pathway as his grip on her hand tightened a little. For a while, Flower started to regret asking that question; she would’ve not done so if it meant that she was going to be subjected to him staring at her, downright baffled at her words. Now, she felt as if she was riveted to the ground by his gaze, feeling her heart climbing up her throat as she gulped loudly.

Fortunately for her, he broke their staring contest by turning his head away from her for a bit, his left hand covered from top to bottom in bandages rising up to cover his face. In a low, apologetic tone, he muttered: “Uh, sorry about that,”

She was speechless. “Eh?”

“I know you don’t like it when people stare at you, so… sorry that I was doing that just now.” He hastily apologised before continuing. “A-anyway, why do you want to h-hold my left hand? I mean-! Is there a reason? N-not that you have to tell me, wait I mean-!”

As the redhead stumbled over his words, the gears in Flower’s head started turning. A line of stuttering dialogue from Fukase convinced her that her asking him about it was the right thing to do; in a normal everyday conversation, he would never ever trip over his own words. As far as she could remember, his confidence in speaking has never failed him, only faltering a little whenever Flower managed to sneak a sweet, unintentionally affectionate line of dialogue to him. So to hear him uncharacteristically stutter so much while talking to her normally… Flower quickly realised that something was up.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me, Fukase,” She tried to ameliorate the situation, hoping that he wasn’t too embarrassed. “I’m really sorry that I asked it so randomly-”

“It’s not that, it’s just…” He trailed off as his eyebrows furrowed, his gaze shifted to the sight of his left, bandaged, roughly-surfaced hand. A sigh left his lips; he was gonna have to tell her something eventually, so why wait?

“The truth is,” He started, hoping that he didn’t sound too nervous. “No one… has ever held my left hand before…”

“Why?” She blurted out as her curiosity overrode her politeness.

“I never offered it to them,” He explained slowly, gaining a bit more confidence as he confessed to her. “I mean, you know how my hand looks; it’s a mess. And even with these bandages, it’s still really… you know, coarse and rough,”

Flower found herself frowning at the mention of what his left hand really looked like. It called back a past memory of their time together, when Fukase had told her the events that caused him to look as he is now. That day, he even slowly, very gingerly, took off his bandages and eye patch to show her the scars he had hidden from everyone for so long, the damaged side of him that he refused to show in public in the fear that he would be met with disgust and disdain.

But on the contrary to his fear of Flower leaving him, Fukase was embraced by her love and adoration for him, the emotions in her that he managed to call out now being gifted to him instead as some form of mutual bond. In the same way that he helped her break down her emotional barriers, she had helped him overcome his trauma-induced obstacles. It was a relationship between them that nothing in the world could break.

And tonight was just another testament to it, Fukase realised as Flower quickly shook off his hold on her own hand, instead reaching for his left, roughly-surfaced one covered in white straps of cloth. Her fingers brushed across his as she matched them to line up with hers, a small yet ever-so-kind smile on her face encased in her lips. Fukase unknowingly gulped at the sight of his girlfriend looking at him with so much kindness and care, her beauty brought out even more tonight with her neatly combed tomboyish hair and lilac-coloured butterfly pin.

“Fukase,” She broke the silence between them as she whispered softly. “Does it feel any different when I hold your hand like this?”

He averted his eyes at her question. “Well, for me, it feels the same but for you-”

“It’s the same for me too, you know,” She interrupted him gently, shifting her right hand to the side a little as she interlocked their hands together. “I know you’re always worried about how your scars might change how I see you, but… You know that’s never gonna happen, right?”

As soon as she spotted the skepticism in his eyes, she took it as a sign to continue. “Whichever hand I’m holding doesn’t matter to me so long as it’s yours, Fukase. You don’t have to be worried about how you look when you’re with me; I don’t mind any of it at all,”

“ … Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. Besides,” She chuckled as she recalled another memory. “Didn’t I already tell you before that I liked your scars?”

“W-well yeah, but…” After baring out the truth to her, the red-haired boy felt unnaturally vulnerable, the somewhat playful tone in her voice making him blush. He still wasn’t used to her telling him that she liked the permanent markings on his skin. For a long time, he hated them and wished that they would just disappear, especially since they were a reminder of that dark side of him. And yet to listen to her words when she said that she liked them… it felt like letting go of a breath of air that he’d be holding for a long time. ‘Because they’re a part of you too’, Flower had told him back then. ‘That’s why I like them’

Meanwhile, the girl standing before him gently pulled their interlocked hands back down, her left hand holding tightly to her basket as she turned back to the path. “I really don’t mind holding your left hand, Fukase,” She reassured him again with a soft smile. “So… let’s keep this date going, okay?”

Flower hadn’t even taken one step forward before she was tugged back towards the red-haired boy, his uncalloused hand cupping her face as he pulled her closer to him. Just like the beginning of their date when he had commented on her blushing cheeks, the snow-haired teen found herself hypnotized by his armour-piercing gaze, his right red eye staring intently at her for a short while only to soften as he leaned his face close to her, closing his eyes and landing his lips onto hers. As her cheeks heated up like red-hot iron, she knew in absolute certainty that she was blushing now.

It seemed as if time stood still as Fukase kissed her, the action and noises in their surroundings seeming to pause as her eyelids slid shut in conjunction to his daring public display of affection, his head tilting slightly to deepen their kiss as Flower mimicked his actions. It felt like hours had slipped by them as they parted from their kiss, the commotion from the carnival returning to their field of vision and awareness.

Fukase’s face was almost as red as his hair as he chuckled lightly, his iconic bright smile back on his face. “Hana-chan, thank you,” His voice was teeming with gratitude as he thanked her. “You always seem to know exactly what to say,”

Flower was blushing equally as much, her wallflower shyness emerging from her. “I’m just being honest,” She humbly replied.

“How in the world did I get a girlfriend as amazing as you?”

“I could say the same for you, you know,”

“Me? What did I do?”

“I mean, how in the world did I get a boyfriend as sweet and funny as you?”

“Hey! Don’t copy my words!”

“But it’s true!”

The both of them laughed at each other’s antics, their hands interlocked with one another as they continued to stroll down the dirt-trodden path.

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A/N: GAAAAAHHHH these two make me soft~ ;-;

[pallanophblargh]

Inktober commission #6 is the Longest Boi for @kingyo-diva ! I have to admit, there was a while there where I wondered how I was going to fit all of him on the paper. It’s good to draw some creatures that are out of my usual repertoire, and this guy was a joy to draw on top of that.

Sepia acrylic ink wash on Stonehenge paper (the paper is now tired, ha!)

[ask-mochi-man-katakuri]

Good evening to you, ladies, gentlemen and others! This blog will from now on be hosted by Katakuri, the sweet commander himself!

Ask away to your hearts desires!

Behind the scenes, two mods will present Katakuri with your burning questions: @childrenofgungnir and @kingyo-diva.

Kingyo: I like sharp teeth and I can not lie. I like fish, anime, and long walks through abandoned industrial complexes. I've recently reawakened my love for one piece, and I hope we'll have lots of fun together!

Gungnir: Greetings young ones and welcome. Ive got a love for character design (one could say its my passion) and quiet places. I like to think im funny but who can tell, certainly not me. A longtime fan of OP; im excited to be able to interact with all of you.<3

Please be aware that both mods aren't too experienced with ask Blogs, and as this is a shared blog, they will have to come together through the powers of friendship to make this work!

Shared blog also means two art styles; don't be confused! Both mods have agreed to share the load of work this will bring them, as both are busy people and would have trouble to run such a project on their own.

For the rules: there won't be nsfw and shipping!

The posting schedule is at least 4 posts per week, divided between the two.

Let the questions come!

[moodyspoodys]

This challenge is harder than I thought, but i had so much fun! First attempt is not perfect but here’s Gabe for ya!

Requested by @blacksmiley-c @kingyo-diva, thank you! ♥

[astraeli]

ABC

Sooo I totally forgot about this and just found it in my files...

Thanks for tagging me, @the-melody-of-words<3! And sorry that it took me so long

A- age: 18

B- biggest fear: Not achieving anything significant in my life  but you know, spiders are pretty freaky things 

C- current time: 3.14 pm 

D- drink you last drank: green tea

E- everyday starts with: Being grumpy even when I've had a good amount of sleep 

F- favorite song: lol, what is even a favorite song?? how can someone even have just one favorite song???  idk, can't decide

G-ghosts: Well... I am not sure if they exist... One could be in my room rn and let's be honest, I don't want to tempt fate

H- hometown: A unknown city in Germany some of the people I go to university with don't even know where it is located even though it's a neighboring city

I- in love with: Astrology, tea, historical TV shows, twisted fairy tales, Disney/ Pixar/DreamWorks/etc movies, cartoons, tiger lilies, succulents, the art of Alphonse Mucha

J- jealous of: Anyone with social skills and people who don't have bad cramps

K- killed someone: Hahahaha I can't even kill a spider I have to call my sister or my dad

L- last time I cried: Some days ago ( a relative died)

M- middle name: Nope I don't have one

N- number of siblings: One, a little sister who is taller than me <3

O- one wish: Hmmmmm... I don't really have a wish rn

P- person you last called/texted: my mom

Q- question you’re always asked:  "Where are you from?",  "Can you say something in your language?", "How was school uni today?", "do you have any plans for the future?" Hahaha so much time has passed but oh well, people used to ask me this some months ago

R- reasons to smile:  my sister/family, my friends, books, TV shows, music, food, puppies, shitty puns ;') and many more things  

T- time you woke up: 9.30 am 

U- underwear color:  black

V- vacation destination: I want to go to Disneyland one day and I will go to an English-speaking country because of uni soon but I haven't decided when I want to go I think I would go to the US because I have some family members there

W- worst habit: I'm a very pessimistic person

X- x-rays you’ve had done: I had some for my teeth and my foot once 

Y- your favorite food: Chocolate chip cookies, pomegranates and sushi

Z- zodiac sign: Pisces

I'm tagging: @lovely-nerd-with-deep-thoughts, @kingyo-diva, @yousirius, @silbergeist, @thenorm101, @peridotcom, @leavescrown  and whoever else wants to do it!

[anotherdoorbitesthedust]

@kingyo-diva

[ahkaraii]

I just kinda want to officially thank you for reblogging/ranting/drawing Golden Kamuy?? Because I've been reading it straight for the past 5 days and I LOVE IT. Never before have i read a manga with the same concentration. I wasn't bored even ONCE, I love every character, and it's exactly my humor?? I've been chewing the ears off of all my friends about it. I even got one to read it! It feels like the kind of manga I've been waiting for all my live, so even if it was totally by random, thx❤️!!

AHH! I’m glad my Golden Kamuy binge helped you get hooked on it, too!!! It’s fantastic, isn’t it? :D :D It’s definitely my kind of manga: a historical seinen with great comedic timing and action and, above all, super interesting characters who go through some hefty character development.

[starfall-isle]

One of my art fight drawings that was requested to be posted here!

Axel belongs to @kingyo-diva

[yousirius]

@kingyo-diva

It was kind of a dick move to create animals that require air, then confine them to the freaking ocean

[astraeli]

I was tagged by @kingyo-diva <3

Directions: answer questions and tag nine people you would like to know better.

Relationship status: Single

Favourite colour: aquamarine and turquoise

Lipstick or chapstick: I like both 

Last song: The last song I listened to was “Thunder” from Imagine Dragons

Last movie: Descendants 2 was on tv yesterday so I watched it with my sister 

Top three shows: Hmmmmmm.... Stranger Things, Miraculous Ladybug and Tangled the series

I’m tagging @lovely-nerd-with-deep-thoughts, @the-melody-of-words, @thenorm101, @peridotcom, @leavescrown, @silbergeist and anyone else who wants to do it