#pin taku

[jennifersbodyfanclub]

Jennifer's Body Pin Collection pin #7: Pintakupins

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

Alaska’s Iconic Columbia Glacier Still Retreats

The Columbia Glacier in southern Alaska has long been an archetype of the world’s most rapidly changing glaciers. Today, additional tidewater glaciers across the planet have garnered attention from scientists for their collective potential to contribute to sea level rise. In the meantime, the remainder of Columbia Glacier has continued its decades-long course of retreat and thinning.

The ice of a tidewater glacier originates on land and flows downslope into seawater, where the glacier loses mass through the calving of icebergs. Columbia’s ice descends from an icefield 3,050 meters (10,000 feet) above sea level, down the flanks of the Chugach Mountains, and into a fjord that leads into Prince William Sound. The glacier once reached south across Columbia Bay to Heather Island. But since the 1980s, it has lost more than half of its total thickness and volume, and its front has retreated more than 20 kilometers (12 miles) north into the bay.

These images (above) reveal some of the more recent changes, showing the glacier’s position during the summers of 2019 (TOP) and 2024 (LOWER). Both images were acquired with the OLI (Operational Land Imager) on Landsat 8.

Notable changes persist on the glacier’s Main Branch and West Branch. (The glacier split into these two branches around 2011.) The Main Branch was constricted for several years by the rocky outcrop north of the Great Nunatak, visible in 2016 in the photograph below. Christopher McNeil, a geophysicist at the U.S. Geological Survey, pointed out that the Main Branch has since pulled away from this pinning point.

“That peninsula represented a constriction point for the glacier in the 2019 image,” McNeil said. “Since retreating back, the calving face has less constraint and thus a more unstable configuration.”

The West Branch appears to have already lost its tidewater terminus by 2019, as suggested that year by Shad O’Neel, a glaciologist at the Cold Regions Research and Engineering Laboratory. That means it no longer reaches fjord waters where it once spawned icebergs, as the Main Branch continues to do. “The fjord size looks relatively constant through the past few years, but you can see a lot of terrestrial retreat now,” O’Neel said. “It looks like a lot of new gravelly real estate.”

The rapid retreat of glaciers like Columbia can leave the surrounding land unstable. “Entire mountainsides once held back by a glacier’s ice can start to move, increasing the risk of landslides and subsequent tsunamis for coastal communities, local fishers, and shipping lanes,” McNeil said.

Tidewater glaciers tend to cycle between periods of advance and retreat. The position of a glacier’s terminus and its rate of retreat are influenced by factors such as fjord shape, sea level change, iceberg calving, and water and air temperature. These dynamics can mitigate or reinforce the effects of climate, making tidewater glaciers highly variable in how rapidly they respond to climate change.

Mauri Pelto, a glaciologist at Nichols College, noted that increases in melt-accelerating feedbacks have contributed to the rapid losses observed at Columbia Glacier. A similar scenario is unfolding elsewhere in Alaska, including at Taku Glacier and Muir Inlet’s East Arm. And roughly 15,000 kilometers away, tidewater glaciers in West Antarctica have come under scientific focus for the changes occurring there.

“The wider implication of tidewater glaciers like Columbia is that they have the ability to rapidly contribute to sea level rise—much faster than their land terminating counterparts,” McNeil said. “However, not all tidewater glaciers have the same configuration as Columbia Glacier, so improving our understanding of the forcings of tidewater glaciers could help further constrain sea level rise projections from these glacier changes globally.”

View the related World of Change story to see these images in context with changes at Columbia Glacier since 1986.

NASA Earth Observatory images by Wanmei Liang, using Landsat data from the U.S. Geological Survey. Photo “Glaciar de marea (Tidewater) - Columbia Glacier, Alaska,” by Banco de Imágenes Geológicas, is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 2.0. Story by Kathryn Hansen.

[our9ball]

Taku and Luiza are often scrutinized and feared for their less than optimal sanity. So, obviously, they retaliate in kind.

These cynical weirdoes are Meister and Demon Weapon. They often hang out despite having their own partners.

(Inspired by melon_soup's work: ht tps://br.pinterest.com/pin/368098969560013180/ )

[ribbonstein]

hi i Love your art your style is sooooo cute. im not sure if this is odd to ask but i was wondering if you ever plan on selling any slow damage keychains or pins? if you did i would be so interested in buying :) also its nice to see someone else who enjoys kirihara. thinking about him makes me ill hes great

WOAH!! THANK U SO MUCH!!

i honestly have considered it lol i wasn't sure if anyone would b interested.... i would love to do some keychains....... but i Specifically love the niche guys like ikuina and kirihara LMFAO so idk if that would get much attention... and towa. but towa is a given. idk about doing rei and taku... im too lay-zee for them

i really like kirihara but im too shy to talk about that extensively here lol i just appreciate the writing surrounding him and how he's converted his physical abuse into enjoyment so that he doesn't have to face the reality of his trauma or come to terms with the fact that his likely deceased older brother wasn't a good person.

[maris-snack-shop]

*The teens search around the basement overturning things and checking any potential hiding places*

God, how is she this good at hiding!?

Don’t get too frustrated, Rich. We have way to deal with this.

*the oldest and greasiest teen pulls out a silver cylinder.*

Alright, get out. I only have one mask.

*he pulls in a gas mask and pulls the pin on the cylinder*

[ooc: giving you and taku one more chance to do something lol]

(With no choice left, MARI makes a last ditch effort to escape the basement, completely blowing her cover.)

(She won't be getting far with that bad knee however.)

(What will @octo-taku do?)

[omori-food-administration]

The official blog of the OFA! Any general announcements will be under this blog. All OFA posts are automatically reblogged by this blog, making this an archive of all OFA posts in chronological order.

Blogs

List of available characters (lemme know if I’ve missed any)

The list of all official OFA blogs (that serve food) (in order of creation)

@thebasilbuffet @kel-restaurant @hero-cafe @aubysfoodtruck @maris-snack-shop @omoris-bar @mewos-macaron-mansion @basils-plants-and-potions @somethings-diner @spiders-atypical-delicacies @humphreys-all-you-can-eat @hskels-mexicanfoodstand @spaceboys-sushii @sweethearts-sweets @berlys-confectionery @the-maverick-asian-restaurant @omolis-edible-bank @butlers-shop-of-cat-stuff

@ms-bettars-food-blog

@strangers-very-normal-snack-shop @hectorshotdogstand @kims-not-stolen-things-snacks @rococos-bistro

@suzuki-sibs-bar-and-grill

@mr-jawsums-sushi-bar

@sproutmole-tofu

@aubreys-aubergines

@rowans-archery-cave

@sallysstationeryandsnacksstore

@mollys-sushi

@angels-awesome-snacks

@roboheartgoods

@betacharactercafe

@snaleys-breakfast-club

@kels-fast-food-joint

@house-and-deaths-pharmacy

@bunnys-best

@suzuki-parents-and-co-pizzeria

@pollys-bnb

@mutanthearts-sticky-sandwiches

@shatteredssillylounge

wishes-for-iced-creams (alas, I’ve reached the max # of pings)

maris-and-sunnys-bakery

goddess-perfectheart-cooks

aubrey-cute-cafe

Other official OFA blogs (not serving food)

@omori-food-administration-ooc

@octo-taku

@ofa-mafia-of-kids

@the-voice-of-reason-ofa

eight-ofa

Subcategory of other: mod blogs

supbreak20-ofa

deathbylag-ofa

eway-ofa

OFA Blog Rules

These are the rules for all official OFA blogs.

Required rules (rules that all OFA blogs must adhere to to qualify as official)

Create a pinned post to introduce customers to your blog.

tag @thebasilbuffet

link the discord (https://discord.gg/C67rfQx6wH), if you can.

Use appropriate character sprites, drawings, or other images when relevant (ie. character is saying or doing something).

Customers must be able to order food through asks.

No NSFW asks. NSFW asks should be deleted if they’re sent for whatever reason.

Store owner must be either an OMORI character or an OC (must have permission from the OC creator if not one’s own OC)

Do not excessively maintag. Occasional maintagging is fine, but we don't want to clog up the tag.

On a similar vain as rule 6, tag posts with "OMORI Food Administration" (tags are not case-sensitive. Capitalize however you wish)

Text Formatting (Not required*)

When speaking in-character, use a color relevant to your character and use related sprites under the text being spoken.

When speaking out-of-character in the middle of speaking in-character, use italicized text in curly brackets{}

When speaking out-of-character at any point, use black or white text.

Actions or narrator text should be black or white and within brackets[]

*Not required so long as it is obvious when you are speaking in-character, out-of-character, or as a narrator

Recommendations (not required; entirely optional)

Creating a menu. This could also be put on the channel banner.

Tagging other official OMORI Food Administration blogs beyond just @thebasilbuffet

Enabling anonymous asks

Tips for improv! (found a seemingly good list at https://www.pantheater.com/rules-of-improv.html)

Tags

(As of now, the list of tags is incomplete. It will be a while before it is.)

Certain posts are tagged (manually--it would be nearly impossible to code; lmk if I make a mistake). The tags for these are in the tags of the post for easy accessibility. Whenever a post that is tagged with one of these tags besides #announcement, the tags on that post will be preceded by #OFA tags: to differentiate them from the original post's tags (this tag is on this post so you can find all posts that have OFA tags easily, if you want to)

Organizational tags:

#OFA tags bot posts/posts from OFA blogs; used to separate the arc tags from the post’s tags

#announcement Any official announcements. self-explanatory

#new blog The pinned post from an OFA blog (this is usually the first one, but there are exceptions)

#not OFA any posts that are not the bot

#tags pending this tag is mainly for me; it refers to bot posts that have not yet been manually tagged

Normal Arc tags:

#bagel mishap HS Basil gave a customer the wrong kind of bagel.

#biggest food order A competition for who could order the most food from the Basil Buffet

#pizza rolls @supbreak20 ordered pizza rolls from most of the main cast (all the blogs that existed at that time)

#spider customer A spider ordered from @hero-cafe (this is one of my favorite arcs honestly)

#mario the cat The pizza rolls arc transitioned into this. A battle against an interdimensional cat named Mario (more commonly referred to as the battle arc; listed as mario for clarity)

Special arc tags (These are special breeds of arcs that have multiple variations):

Capitalist (like Bossman Hero) (the cause/trigger of these arcs are in parentheses after the tag)

HS Hero (special rule: cannot be initiated in the same way twice)

#bossman hero 1 (wore a tie)

HS Mari

#bossgirl mari 1 (wore cat ears) twitch streamer Mari??

#bossgirl mari 2 (wore cat ears) Mari joins the dark side (yes, the one from Star Wars)

Black space (people being sent to black space)

HS Basil

#hs basil black space 1

this organizational system is no longer being used because the bot is no longer being used. Unfortunately, arcs aren't really something that's kept track of anymore, though it is partially logged on the Discord server. (old arcs, most not fully logged)

[manofmanymons]

Saying it again

Twewy + neo gang would get along so well with survive gang

You can't tell me Minoru and Fret wouldn't be instant besties because they would be

I actually think Aoi would get along really well with Rindo and Shoka

How many seconds would it take for Bito sibs to adopt Shinonome sibs I'm thinking less than ten

...how long for Neku to adopt Ryo

Shiki and Saki bonding over embarrassing their grumpy boys ksjsjd

Shuuji: I was mean to my best friend :( Joshua: I killed my best friend :)

PLS IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY

No but like fr OG twewy gang would understand doing questionable things while in a stressful life or death situation better than anyone and be so supportive ToT

Joshua is such a fuckin anomaly tho I have no idea how the Survive kids would react to him. The Neo kids aren't even used to him XD

Nagi and Minoru getting in a nerd-off. Nagi would win for sure but still it would be the beginning of a beautiful friendship

NAGI AND FRET MAKING SURVIVE KIDS PLAY ELESTRA KSKSMD

I'm calling it, Miu, Saki, Ryo, and Takuma would get the most into it.

....who in Survive is an EleStra kid, who's a FanGO kid, and who's a Tin Pin kid

Beat having a crisis bc he can't call Miu Kitty Girl bc that's already Shoka's nickname and he can't figure out who to nickname Ponytail. He would definitely refer to Takuma as Gogglehead tho. Like 0 chance he doesn't.

FRET CALLS HIM TAKU-MAN

There's also a nonzero percent chance Beat would get in a "actually MY sister is the best because—" competition with Kaito until Miu and Rhyme make them stop 💀

They're not really fighting tho, they are bonding 😂

I have no idea how Minamimoto would factor into things (haha math joke) but I know I want him there

[carnivorousous]

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[appreciatingtokrev]

ik ur off rn but this is just a check in ask since we havent seen u around since like may but hope ur doing ok my friend!! miss u <3

HI TAKU!! omg

yes yes i’m actually doing okay!! no more stress bc end of semester, my mom and i resolved our arguement, and yeah no immediate problems in my life rn that i care about too much. that means i’m feeling pretty good actually :3

just in case you’re wondering what i did when i was off,, i mean i mentioned my tatort hyperfixation and my new bajiharu fic wip already but i also went to pride with my qpp, my ex, and their friends which was so SO great bc like. my qpp & my ex gender me correctly plus my friends from my old school too but i’m not out to anyone i see everyday rn so. going to pride and immediately getting gendered correctly by everyone bc they asked for my name and labels was... honestly idk how to describe it. it was incredible. i keep stupidly grinning when thinking abt it. plus i have a trans flag now!! and a bunch of new pride pins. also more queer friends hehehe

uhh nothing much else has happened i think. i did good on my exams and it’ll be the first in ten semesters that i’ll pass french which is a huge w :D except for that i’ve just been playing genshin and watching tatort and reading fic idk i am a hyperfixation driven person and you can def see it....

[octo-taku]

*Taku extends his arm and grabs her neck, pinning her on the ground*

Give. Me. Information.

(@ofa-mafia-of-kids)

*Taku transforms his arm into a scythe*

If you want to leave unscathed tell me everything you know about that kid named Judas.

[ask-akademi]

More stalker x gema ship

[13eyond13]

Do you think Ohba was a coward for not making Light a truly likeable character? I mean, he could show us more scenes where Light saves someone. For example, she saves a girl from Sibumaru Taku and his gang, and that's a good thing? However, we only see him save someone only once (yes, he says he's saving society, but particular people's stories always help to humanize or dramatize sth, to make us feel more involved in character's deeds). So, his killings of innocents really outweigh his count of saved people simply bc we are shown how he kills the innocent. More to that, these are innocent we even get to know which only makes us sympathize them even more (Naomi Misora, f.e.).

It's as if Ohba doesn't want viewers to question morality of the story. He gives us two views on the problem (whether one can bring good by doing bad things) and tells us that we can pique a side, but he himself makes everything so we don't like Light. He makes him homophobic, sexist, rude to people of service sector (if i remember correctly, there was a panel where he tells a guy who works in a service sector that they all look alike?), and there's nothing to counter-balance to it.

Hi!

Hmm, I don't know if I think Ohba was trying to make Light particularly likable or unlikable, and maybe that's part of why he's such a strong character overall. Light feels very much like an individual personality with a fully fleshed-out life and in-depth worldview and psychology, all of which makes total sense when you consider everything you know about his home life and social status and about how he started using the Death Note and the specific age he was when he first picked it up. If Ohba had been consciously setting out to either make Light more or less sympathetic then I think it probably would've weakened his character somehow; in the behind the scenes book it sounds like Ohba was always letting Light's personality and ideals and good/unlazy writing dictate his actions and behaviour, rather than how appealing or unappealing he thought Light would be to the audience for what he does. I don't recall Light ever being outright homophobic in canon, but you're right in that he is pretty easy to dislike for how disdainfully he views and treats other people a lot of the time. In my opinion he's by far the most complex and hard to pin down character in the manga series though, because there are many layers to his motivations and actions and psychology and behaviour in comparison to most of the characters orbiting around him in the plot. I think there's also a bit more of a gradual transformation of Light's character and the inhumane actions he is willing to stoop to in order to achieve his goals and avoid capture than some people claim. It's subtle stuff at times, but he is depicted struggling with things inwardly and trying to justify stuff and seeing a lot of the nuance in the hard choices he's making beyond just coldly murdering people to achieve his goals and save his own skin. Other examples I can think of in the manga are saving Sayu when she gets kidnapped, and how differently he behaves when he loses his Kira memories and seemingly reverts back to the principled type of person he'd believed himself to be prior to becoming a murderer with a magical killing notebook. It's a shame the other adaptations and spinoffs of DN haven't ever really been able to completely do justice to this aspect of his character, because that's a huge part of what makes the manga story such an interesting and enduring classic to me.

So whether or not Ohba set out to make Light likable, I'd say just as many people love Light as a character as despise him. And I think that's because he does have more depth to him and his writing than simply being a generic edgy asshole with zero redeeming qualities, or zero vulnerabilities, or no moral code by which he abides.

[emptysurface]

I think it's morning for you? Good morning! I wrote this instead of my coursework, so there probably wont be any more for a while as the semester kickstarts into gear but I wanted to at least finish this scene. Took bits from HTS canon again, and the part at the end from Young but Bloodied, with a few minor changes to let it flow better.

Arriving at the hospital felt surreal.

It was bright and noisy and there were people everywhere, and such a juxtaposition of the last few hours that Kyo stood frozen at the entrance for a long moment, slightly swaying where she stood till Kisaki tentatively licked her hand.

“You good, kid?” the ANBU who had carried her over asked, glancing over her.

Kyo nodded numbly, sending a brief glance over to her team. They were pale figures on the white beds, unmoving, and she had to stumble over to check each of their pulses again before she could breathe. Then she stood there between Taku and Maki’s bed, her and Kisaki leaning on each other.

The ANBU captain had dismissed the rest of his team, but the one who had carried Kyo remained, standing at the corner and away from the rush of people, while the captain barked orders. Kyo glanced over at what she had already begun to think of as her ANBU, and the figure gave her a brief nod meant to be reassuring.

She let out a shaky breath and pressed closer to Kisaki.

Someone neared Sensei and made to check him over, and Kisaki bared her teeth with a wild, uncontrolled roar of a growl, snapping after the nurse or medic or whatever they were.

Kyo lurched forward half a step before forcing herself to settle down. “No,” she said firmly, trying to place her hand on the ninken's head but missing and ending up slapping her ear. “Stop it,” she added. “They're helping.”

Kisaki huffed, gave the hospital staff a dark, warning glower with her teeth bared, before she whined sadly and pressed her face into Kyo's stomach.

In the electric light of the hospital room they'd somehow ended up in -Kyo couldn't quite remember getting there- she noticed the dried blood staining Kisaki's fur a rusty brown from her mouth down the front of her chest in stiff, sticky spikes. There was a lot of dirt, too.

It distantly made her wonder what she herself looked like.

She idly watched the frantic medics work on Katsurou right there in the middle of the room, too tired to so much as find a place to sit and not wanting to leave her team.

“Genin,” a sharp, no-nonsense voice said, managing to pull Kyo's gaze away from the bed-stretcher-thing sensei was laid out on, and the medics hovering around him like angry bees. There were medics around Taku and Maki too, now. “Report.”

Kyo took in the sight of the stern-faced man with greying dark-blond hair entirely different from sensei's before her, trying to make her mind kick back into gear.

The fingers of her left hand curled into Kisaki's fur as she took in a deep breath and shook her head slightly.

“Back from a courier run to the southern Kawa border,” she managed after a beat of stretching silence.

“And the scrolls?” The Jounin asked, his dark eyes assessing her, taking in every detail and it made her wonder what it was he saw.

“Got them,” Kyo returned.

“Uncompromised?” The Jounin pressed impatiently, frowning at her.

Kyo rationally knew this was very important. The border stations were manned by and home base to dozens of people at all times, and it was vital for Konoha's defences that their enemies didn't get the information moving back and forth between them and command.

“Yeah,” she managed, blinking blankly at the Jounin.

“Will you give them to me?” The Jounin asked.

At this, Kyo paused hesitantly, glancing over at her ANBU. Wasn't she supposed to leave them at the appropriate desk in the Hokage tower? Was it ok to give the scrolls to this jounin?

Her ANBU nodded, so Kyo turned back to the jounin. “Okay,” she mumbled, and reached for her pack.

It was pretty tricky to get them out of her poison pack with just her left hand, though it probably had more to do with how exhausted she was. When she withdrew the first one, a needle came along with it, having stabbed into her ring-finger and gotten stuck in her skin.

Kyo absently brought her hand up to her mouth, pulled the needle out with her teeth and then handed the first scroll over. Followed by the remaining four.

“Do you want these as well?” She asked numbly, needle dangling from her lips, pulling the first of the black and red sealing scrolls from one of her pockets.

Kyo was pretty out of it, but she did notice when the Jounin and the ANBU both focused the full scope of their attentions on her, at the same time. The part of her brain that had been filled with nothing but survive, survive, survive kicked back on with vengeance and her body stuttered but flooded with adrenaline.

It was enough to make her tense, prompting Kisaki to let out a soft, warning growl in response.

“...how many have you got?” The Jounin asked.

She wasn't clear-headed enough to actually count right now, so Kyo just held out the first one until the Jounin took it. She slowly pulled the rest of them from the various pockets she'd stored them in.

“Five,” she managed once she'd already handed all of them over. It was a bit belated, because the Jounin had no doubt already counted them himself, but Kyo still answered his question. “They're from Suna,” she added, because that felt like it might be important.

Maybe.

Oh. The poison.

She quickly picked out one particular jar of poison and handed it to the jonin. “This was the poison they used,” she informed him solemnly.

The jounin turned his gaze back on her, but Kyo’s attention was caught by the fact that the medics were starting to wheel Katsurou-sensei and her teammates away, and to different doors. Rationally, she knew they were probably being wheeled away to receive better treatment, but the part of her that had been focused on keeping all of them together and alive, that said if she didn’t keep an eye on them they would die, gave a low snarl, and she lunged forward in a desperate attempt to keep them together. “No!”

She didn’t even manage to get a full step before being caught by the jonin. “Stand down, genin!” he barked.

“No!” Kyo cried, struggling against his arms desperately.

“Shit,” she heard him say, and there was a small moment his grip eased. Kyo took the opportunity and stabbed down with a senbon, not managing to hit the man but succeeding in him letting go.

Kisaki’s snarl was a low, angry thing – a promise of danger as she released the man’s leg and backed up to stand against her.

“Genin,” the man barked. “You’re safe. You’re in Konoha.”

Out of the corner of her eye, a flicker, and Kyo couldn’t turn in time and—

Kisaki took the needle with a pained yelp, and her paws skittering over the floor unsteadily, and Kyo’s heart stopped. Another movement at the corner of her sight, and this time Kyo turned to throw a senbon with no hesitation, watching in fear as the man dodged.

When did the enemy nin find them? How were they able to sneak up on them? Kisaki was hit. They were trying to take away Taku and Maki and Sensei, and Kyo felt really, really scared.

Pulling her chakra in was a simple matter, as she went full stealth.

Something was wrong.

There were nin all around her, watching her and Kisaki with wary eyes, and Kyo scrambled to put them against a wall, Kisaki behind her.

She couldn’t hear Kisaki anymore.

Was Kisaki dea—

No.

One of the figures darted to her, avoiding her thrown senbon, and pinning her arms to her side. They were saying something, but Kyo didn’t hear a word, because they were the enemy and taking sensei and Taku and Maki away and what if they died? What if they- she didn’t know!

Her throat hurt and some part of her was distantly aware of the fact she was screaming absolute murder, but she didn’t care, and these people were hurting her.

It hurt, it hurt, she didn’t want them to touch her anymore, why were they keeping her from her team? Where were they taking them?

There was some sort of commotion in the room with them, but Kyo couldn’t focus on that, had trouble focusing on anything other than herself and everything in her immediate proximity. Like the man struggling to hold on to her, and he was breathing hard and cursing under his breath, she was sure, but that wasn’t important.

She kept struggling until she couldn’t breathe and her vision was more dark, floating spots than anything else and she could taste blood on her tongue.

It was getting difficult to move, and Kyo was pretty sure her body was shutting down or something, she hurt so much she was sobbing.

Or maybe that was because she was scared.

Or because she could no longer see her team.

“Please,” she could hear herself beg, but it sounded far away and half sobbing.

The shinobi was still holding onto her when everything went dark and quiet and still.

Oooooh

[chasseuses]

ooooooooooooo taku wants to be pinned by jade ooooooooo

NO I DONT

[takuyakistall]

a few guidelines!

You take small, hushed steps as you make your way outside Ramshackle, the cool breeze made you tremble a bit. You hugged the coat around you even tighter as you went towards the gate. It was small but you noticed the smallest flicker of light in the corner of your eye—curiosity got the best of you as you turned your body around and went to investigate it.

You had to blink twice to make sure you weren't dreaming, there was nothing but plants and trees in where you saw the light coming from. You turned your heel to walk away but again, you saw it again—the smallest flicker of light settling itself on one of the tree's trunks. You extended your hand, wanting to catch it but soon found your entire body being sucked into it.

"W-Wha-!?" Your scream was cut-off when your face hit the hard ground. You looked up and saw yourself in a completely different place from before, it was night here, numerous stalls set up as unfamiliar ghosts and people walked around. Your feet were wobbly as you tried getting up, confusion taking over your features.

"Where… am I?" You turned to see a busy stall, bustling with customers—both human and ghost alike. You rushed there in hopes of asking someone knowledgeable and getting answers. A pink-haired girl, in which you assumed was the owner of the stall, noticed you from the corner of her eye. Her eyes widened in shock momentarily before shaking her head, turning around properly to face you.

"Ordering something?" Before you could open your mouth and say no, she shoved a sheet of paper at your face in a forceful manner. "You're new here, aren't you? Go read this first!" You could already tell things aren't going to go the way as you planned.

Call me Taku, I'm your local takoyaki stall owner, let's get along!

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[takakuyaku-archive]

THE NIGHT is quiet... so much time had been leading up to this moment. Years of thinking, contemplating; batteling an unnatural fear that he had been running from since the day he decided to leave the nest. His destination unclear, but he knew that day he would fly and fly with whatever he had on his back. With whatever he could carry in his small 13 year old arms. The threat of his parents getting a hold of him, hurting him and blaming him for his siblings mistakes, his own mistakes, it’s been following him and filling him with irrational dread.

And with that came restless nights where he contemplates what it would be like to return the favor. To wring his mothers throat the same way she did when his little brother got hurt from running just a tad bit too fast. Or leaving his father with the same black eye after he did poorly in a recital he had practiced months for nonstop with him only to arrive to it with a sore throat and puberty trying to hit at the most inappropriate moment. He’s been wanting to return those favors. A pair that he’s hesitated on only because of the fear they instilled in him for so long.

“A new year... should come with new changes.”

HE MUTTERS to himself as he continues to tap at the edge of his building with the tip of his talon. Tapping in a series of patterns that could only be deduced as some form of morsecode. A trick he picked up in his adolescence to communicate with his group of thieves, but now? It’s his way of coping, willing himself to rid of this burden over his head. Remembering this trauma and having to witness his sibling’s trauma as well. The multitude of times where he knew something wasn’t right about himself, but constantly dismissed by his parents like it were okay to be the way he is. He wants retribution in his own right and now that Tartarus no longer holds him prisoner he has that chance.

His wings extend outwards and he whispers to himself where each and every feather he has scattered in Japan to start coming back. Trying to sense the right feather his pupils dilate and then round out multiple times before finally forcing himself off the building he was on. Soaring into the sky and heading back to his hometown. Back to his old home he hasn’t seen in 32 years and not a single thing has changed. As he stops in front of the building his body actually reacts. His heart races and for a moment he looks confused and presses his hand to his chest. Is he sick? He can’t be fucking up right now.

HE TAKES a deep breath before raking his nails against the door with a knock behind it. Stepping backwards from the front door expecting silence, until he felt footsteps and he shoots up to perch on the roof. Hidden away as golden eyes search for the man who was at their door. An elder with cleanly cut blonde hair, tired eyes and pale complextion. Long, large red wings extend from their back and they weren’t pleased by this supposed trick being played. At least, that’s what he thinks. He turns to go back indoors and by the time he does Takami finds himself coming in through his old bedroom window. Turning to be more discreet until he makes eye contact with his mother. A woman with a mix of black and red hair, striking red eyes with shaking pale hands gripping onto one of Takumi’s old toys he obsessed with as a child.

Her gold wings flex and tighten around her in fear. Her eyes widen and she stares at him as he looks back, tilting his head and shooting his feather forward to force the bedroom door to lock. She flinches and looks back, turning her head quickly to look at him again before dropping the plush from her hand and reaching for him. “T-Taku—“ “Don’t touch me.” He cuts her off and slaps her hands away before grabbing her by the throat to pin her to the ground. His heart is beating faster. Interesting.

THE OLD woman shakes in fear and opens her mouth to scream but he uses his feather to silence her. He shakes his head, wanting to have dragged this out, put them through the same pain and torture they put him and his siblings through, but his anger bubbles and boils and with no hesitation he takes his longest blade to stab into her chest where her heart it. A gasp escapes her and he can see the light leave her eyes with tears stinging the corners of them. But he didn’t care. He continues to stab at her body angrily multiple times until his hands were coated with blood. Gritting his teeth he looms and spits at her corpse. “You get no pity from me.” He spat out like venom as he looks towards the door, pulling his feather out and allowing the man from earlier to barge in as he had been banging against the door trying to barge in.

He sees the display, stumbling forward and drawing his own feather blade while his eyes bounce around the room to allow this scene to register in his head. “TAKUMI WHAT HAVE YOU D—“ he doesn’t wait and lunges forward. With the same feather blade he goes to strike but his father brings up his own blade to try and block him. Holding his ground and struggling which brought a sick twisted grin to Takumi’s face. A challenge he wasn’t expecting? This should be FUN! He slides the feather blade from the clash that held them in position, twisting it around to try and slash at him but his father continues to block and back away. His wings open to be bigger and be glares back at him.

“Do you really think this will solve anything?!”

“Why yes. Yes I do. I think it’s well deserved closure between us. To think I almost pitied you.”

HE CRACKS a bigger smile that couldn’t be concealed no matter how hard he tries. A burst of maniacal laughter coming out as he continues to fight blade to blade with his father. Precious items crashing and shattering to the ground as he goes toe to toe with him and makes an attempt on his life.

“Forgive me for not maintaning perfect composure since truth be told, why would I EVER pity a monster like you?”

He recalls his feathers from around the building and they start shooting in and going into a circular pattern around his father. For once the man looks scattered and Takumi catches him off guard. Forcing him to bang against the wall with his family’s portrait just barely hanging on. An image of his parents with his siblings, they couldn’t be much older than 6? 7? His memory fails there, but his focus is on his cornered father. Tip of his blade pointed at his throat as he stares him down.

“I should leave you to rot with this pain. No limbs, no tongue, no eyes, only the memory and the constant reminder of your biggest failure.”

HE GESTURES to himself with a cocky smile before he strikes to cut the hand away that held a feather blade on his father’s body. The old man falling to his knees to scream and try to grip the nub left behind.

“No, no, that’s not part of the script. You... don’t get to make noise.”

He launches forward to grab his father by the hair and slam his head back to the wall. Using his blade to shove down his mouth until it goes as far as it possibly could. Listening to him choke and struggle, attempting to push and shove Takumi away, but he wouldn’t allow it. He wanted to see this man suffer and struggle and the more blood that fell on him, the more this man convulses and chokes, the more pleasure and serotonin filled his mind with the greatest release he hasn’t felt in years. This looming presence is finally gone and his life leaves his eyes. He lets the body fall against him and he hushes him, using two fingers to close his eyes.

“Rest well and... Happy New Year, Father”

HE RELEASES him and stands, brushing himself down and going into his parent’s bathroom to shower, taking his father’s loose clothing to wear as replacements to his bloodied ones before leaving the scene for good.

Pleased and finally feeling more free than he has ever been.