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[roxwritings]

Sonata of the Hollows - Prologue

This is the prologue to my Sword Art Online story, staring Yashima Sakurako. I've decided to revamp all my writing, as I wasn't happy with any of it. So enjoy this revamped story. And the prologue to its first arc.

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The chamber resonated with the echoes of exhaustion, each labored breath mingling with the groans of fatigue as the colossal boss finally crumbled before us. My knees buckled under the weight of the battle, the clatter of my fallen spear echoing through the chamber. One by one, we sank to the ground, seeking solace in each other's presence, drawing upon whatever reserves of strength remained.

Surveying those around me, I couldn't help but feel the strain of the battle weighing heavily upon us all. A groan escaped my lips as I struggled to rise, my health bar pulsating dangerously in the red zone, a stark contrast to its usual reassuring blue hue. Casting a glance at my companions, relief washed over me as I noted Kirito, Asuna, Agil, and Klein still standing strong. Yet, amidst the exhaustion, a subtle anomaly caught my attention – our raid leader, Heathcliff, remained untouched, his health bar a steady beacon of blue amidst a sea of red.

Sensing Kirito's keen observation mirroring my own, I swiftly remedied my health with a restorative crystal before joining her side. "Something doesn't feel right," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper, the weight of suspicion heavy in the air. Kirito's gaze pierced through Heathcliff; her determination palpable as she nodded in agreement.

"Give the signal, and I'll confront him," I offered quietly, ensuring only Kirito and Asuna caught my words. Kirito's response was a solemn nod, her hair cascading over her eyes as she fixed a glare upon Heathcliff that could cut through steel.

"Yashi, on three, we make our move," she instructed, her voice a mere whisper yet carrying the weight of our collective resolve. Caught off guard by her decision, I could only nod in silent agreement, steeling myself for the confrontation that lay ahead. I tightened my grip on the hilt of my spear, rising once more to face the challenge ahead, with Kirito mirroring my stance beside me.

The tension in the air was palpable, a silent anticipation hanging heavy as the gaze of every onlooker seemed to converge upon us. I watched as Kirito's fingers curled around the familiar handles of her swords, the metallic rasp of steel against leather signaling their slow ascent from their resting place at her back. With a determined resolve, I hoisted my spear from the ground, its weight a comforting reassurance in the face of impending confrontation.

"3, 2, 1," Kirito's voice cut through the stillness, a signal that unleashed a synchronized assault upon Heathcliff. Our weapons clashed against his form, yet the expected impact was met with an unsettling resistance. Sparks flew as our blades met, ensnared by an ominous purple hexagon that engulfed their tips - an unmistakable sign of an 'Immortal Object'. It was a revelation akin to the warnings scattered throughout towns and quests, a barrier rendering its bearer impervious to harm, even reminiscent of the immortality bestowed upon certain NPCs. A low growl of frustration escaped my lips as I instinctively took a step back, while Kirito remained steadfast, her determination unyielding.

"It appears you've uncovered my little secret," Heathcliff's voice echoed through the chamber after a prolonged silence, his admission shattering the tension like a blade slicing through silk. My gaze remained fixed upon him as he turned to face Kirito, then shifted to me, surprise flickering across his features.

"I'm not surprised that The Black Swordswoman has discerned the truth, but you…" His eyes swept over me, a mixture of curiosity and scrutiny dancing within their depths, as I braced myself, spear at the ready, anticipating his next move. But what followed was beyond any expectation – Heathcliff accessed his menu, a GM's menu. A chill ran down my spine, realizing that our confrontation had veered far from the expected course.

"Kayaba," the name slipped from my lips involuntarily, my voice betraying a mix of apprehension and defiance. His gaze flickered from his screen to meet mine, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

"Impressive, Yashi," he remarked, his tone dripping with a chilling combination of admiration and menace, sending shivers down my spine. As he appraised me, a knot of fear and anger tightened in the pit of my stomach. Before he could finish his sentence, I cut him off sharply, my words trembling with a mixture of fear and frustration.

"Shut up!" I interjected, the desperation evident in my voice. He seemed to acknowledge my outburst with a simple nod, his attention shifting to Kirito with a heavy sigh.

"Sooner or later, the truth had to come out. Yes, I am Akihiko Kayaba, the architect of this virtual realm," his proclamation reverberated through the room, eliciting gasps of disbelief and cries of anger from the assembled players. As my gaze swept over to Asuna, I could see the betrayal etched upon her face, her voice choked with tears as she demanded an explanation.

"Why, Commander? Why would you subject us to this?" her voice trembled with emotion, her eyes pleading for answers. Kayaba merely silenced her with a raised hand, his expression unreadable.

"Because, my dear Asuna, it was all part of the grand reveal," he replied with an unsettling calmness, his lips curling into a smirk. "The Black Swordswoman versus The Ruby King - a clash of legends, a spectacle for the ages," he added, his tone almost gleeful. I stared at him in disbelief, struggling to comprehend the mind behind such callous manipulation, my grip tightening on my spear in a silent display of defiance.

"People have died because of your twisted game, countless innocent lives lost," I spat out, my voice trembling with rage. "What makes you think we could ever forgive such atrocities?" But before I could confront him further, a fellow soldier took matters into his own hands, charging recklessly towards Kayaba with a cry of fury.

"You despicable bastard!" his voice echoed off the cold walls of the boss room, but his assault was swiftly met with consequences beyond his anticipation. With a sudden flash of light, he collapsed to the ground, his body convulsing as a peculiar yellow spark emanated from his armor. Panic rippled through the room as others began to succumb to the same mysterious paralysis, leaving Asuna frozen in shock. Kirito, her concern evident, rushed to her side as the realization of the dire situation sank in.

"Mass paralysis..." I muttered under my breath, my mind racing to grasp the severity of the situation. Kirito's growl of frustration mirrored my own inner turmoil. Before I could fully process the implications, a sudden rush of wind brushed against my back, signaling Kayaba's swift attempt to strike me with his shield and push me back. Instinctively, I evaded the attack with a quick backstep, my muscles tensed for the impending confrontation.

"I apologize for the aggression, but I required space," Kayaba's voice cut through the tension, his smirk fading into a solemn expression. With a decisive gesture, he accessed his menu once more, navigating through its interface until a series of messages materialized before us, each bearing the weight of a unique challenge. They were dual requests of a special nature – pitting Kirito and me against none other than Kayaba himself.

My gaze shifted to Kirito, who tenderly laid Asuna down before meeting my eyes. A silent exchange of understanding passed between us as I turned my attention to the ominous request displayed before us. It was a duel to the death, a gamble with the fate of everyone in the room hanging in the balance. If we failed, the burden of their progress would fall upon their shoulders alone. 

"I can handle this, Kirito... they need you," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper, conveying a mixture of determination and selflessness. Her expression betrayed a hint of surprise at my assertion. "I'm just another member of the assault team; you can carry on without me," I continued, my resolve unwavering. As our gazes locked, I could sense her reluctance to accept my offer. She had her reasons for wanting me by her side, reasons I couldn't quite fathom. Yet, in this moment, I understood why she insisted on fighting alongside me – our shared desire to confront Kayaba, to seek justice for the lives he had callously taken from us.

Nodding in silent agreement, I reached out and pressed the accept button, my hand trembling slightly with the weight of our decision. Kirito mirrored my actions, her resolve shining brightly in her eyes.

"This is for the fate of this world," Kayaba's voice reverberated through the chamber, his words heavy with significance. Locking eyes with us, he issued his ultimatum, the gravity of the situation hanging in the air like a palpable weight. "Should you emerge victorious, I will bring an end to this game. But should you fail, it shall persist, and I will no longer offer my assistance," he declared, his tone carrying a chilling finality. With deliberate slowness, he drew his sword, the metallic rasp echoing in the silence of the room. "However, you two will not be here to witness its conclusion," he added, his words laced with an unmistakable intent – an intent to kill, an intent to emerge victorious at any cost.

"I don't intend to lose," Kirito's words pierced through the tension, a beacon of determination amidst the looming threat. Her unwavering resolve provided me with a small but comforting sense of reassurance. "I intend to end this world once and for all," she added, her gaze briefly meeting mine before settling on our adversary. I couldn't help but exhale heavily, a mixture of resignation and acceptance.

"If it comes to me dying, I'll be more than happy as long as I skewer you on my spear," I interjected, my voice tinged with a fierce determination that mirrored Kirito's resolve. Kayaba's confusion was evident as he glanced between us, a flicker of intrigue dancing in his eyes before he settled into a resigned acceptance of the inevitable.

"You intrigue me, Yashi," he remarked, a hint of regret coloring his tone. "I would have loved to have you in the Knights of Blood... but this is what it comes to," he concluded, his words carrying a weight of finality that left no room for negotiation. Without further ado, Kirito and I readied our weapons as the countdown timer floating above us inexorably ticked down to its conclusion.

As if we shared a singular mind, our voices synchronized in a chilling declaration of intent. "I intend to kill you, Kayaba," we proclaimed in unison, our words dripping with malice, anger, and a simmering rage that bubbled just beneath the surface. The room fell into a hushed silence, save for the rhythmic countdown, each passing second amplifying the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

With a final glance exchanged between Kirito and me, a silent acknowledgment of our shared resolve, Kayaba disabled his game master privileges, rendering himself fully mortal. The tension in the air reached its zenith as the countdown dwindled to its last moments. Three seconds left, then two, and I held my breath in anticipation. With the final second ticking away, a loud beep echoed through the chamber, signaling the commencement of our battle.

I felt the ground vanish beneath my feet as I charged forward alongside Kirito, our synchronized movements a testament to our shared determination. With a swift swing of her swords, she unleashed a flurry of strikes from above, while I aimed the tip of my spear at Kayaba's feet, poised to strike with lethal precision. Yet, Kayaba proved to be just as fast and agile as we were.

In a lightning-quick motion, his shield intercepted my spear, sending it crashing into the ground with a resounding thud. With the momentum gained, he slammed his shield into Kirito's stomach, propelling her backward. Seizing the opportunity, I lunged forward, slashing at his exposed thigh with all my might, landing a significant blow that caused him to stumble, his health visibly diminishing. However, my victory was short-lived as his sword retaliated, narrowly missing me but managing to knock my health into the yellow zone. I gritted my teeth, feeling the strain of the battle weighing heavily upon me.

"Kirito, switch!" I cried out in frustration, my voice tinged with anger as I managed to trap Kayaba's shield against the ground with a decisive downward strike. Kirito nodded in understanding, swiftly maneuvering her blades around the side of his shield for a follow-up attack. But just as her blades were about to make contact, the world seemed to freeze around us, an eerie sensation of electricity coursing through our veins.

Kayaba began to glitch slightly, his sword arm flickering with strange orange hues just as it was poised to strike me. Suddenly, his shield lurched in Kirito's direction, intercepting her blades with a forceful clash that sent all of us staggering backward. I struggled to regain my footing, only to find myself flat on my back, while Kirito landed gracefully nearby, her resolve undiminished as she leapt to her feet and charged at Kayaba once more.

With a swift motion, she soared above him, aiming her blade directly between his eyes, but before her strike could land, the same strange orange glitch targeted Kayaba again. In a flash, he vanished, leaving behind a bewildered gasp echoing through the chamber as I scrambled to my feet, my heart pounding with a mixture of relief and confusion. Kirito landed on the other side where Kayaba would have been, her eyes scanning the empty space with a mixture of disbelief and determination.

"Is it... over?" Kirito's voice pierced through the lingering tension, her words echoing the silent question that hung heavy in the air. I cast a slow, sweeping glance around the room, observing the gradual return of movement to our comrades as the paralysis lifted. With a gentle hand, I helped Asuna to her feet, my gaze returning to Kirito's.

"I think... I think it is," I replied softly, my voice laced with a mixture of relief and a subtle undercurrent of sadness. Though the latter emotion was well-masked by the jubilant cheers that erupted from our fellow players. I wiped some sweat from my brow, a small smile playing at the corners of my lips as a sense of accomplishment washed over me.

As minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity, a disquieting realization settled upon us like a heavy fog. There was no triumphant announcement heralding the game's clearance, no joyous exodus of players being logged out to return to the real world. Instead, we remained trapped within the confines of the boss room, the sense of uncertainty casting a dark shadow over our hard-won victory.

Panic rippled through the crowd like a wildfire, igniting curses and screams of frustration as despair threatened to engulf us all. The once jubilant atmosphere turned sour, the air thick with fear and uncertainty.

I felt the tendrils of panic coiling around my chest, threatening to squeeze the breath from my lungs. Dizziness washed over me, and I stumbled, feeling like I was about to collapse under the weight of it all. It was then that Asuna's comforting embrace enveloped me, her arms wrapping around me in a gesture of solace and support.

In her embrace, I found a fleeting moment of respite from the chaos around us. I leaned into her, drawing strength from her presence as she held me close, offering a silent reassurance that we would weather this storm together.

"What is happening..." Asuna's voice cut through the confusion, her tone a mix of bewilderment and frustration. She looked up at Kirito, panic evident in her eyes as she helped me stay on my feet. Kirito's expression mirrored the uncertainty that gripped the rest of us.

"Something's... wrong," I murmured, gradually regaining my composure as I caught my breath. Kirito nodded in agreement, her gaze fixed on the spot where Kayaba had stood moments before.

With a commanding presence, Kirito addressed the room, her voice cutting through the chaos and instilling a sense of calm. All eyes turned to her, seeking guidance and reassurance in the face of uncertainty. She spoke with conviction, though her worry was palpable.

"Whatever happened isn't our concern. Whether the promise was broken or not," she declared, her words a rallying cry in the face of adversity. "We have to keep going, not only for those on the outside, but for ourselves. We're fighting to free ourselves from this prison!"

A chorus of agreement erupted from the room, voices raised in solidarity with Kirito's resolve. But amid the cheers, I couldn't shake the nagging doubt gnawing at the back of my mind. Not everyone had a life to return to, or at least not one they wanted to go back to.

"Yeah..." I cheered weakly, masking the sadness that threatened to overwhelm me. It wasn't that I didn't want to end this death game; I wanted to help everyone return home safely. It's just... I didn't know where home was anymore.

"Hey, Yashi, are you okay?" Asuna's voice broke through my thoughts, her concern evident as she surveyed me. I forced a smile, attempting to push aside the turmoil churning within me.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Asuna," I assured her, my voice tinged with weariness. "Just tired." With a chuckle, I used my spear for support as I made my way towards the door leading to the 76th floor. As I approached the door, my heart pounded with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. The sight of the orange glow enveloping my spear stopped me in my tracks, sending a wave of confusion coursing through me. I took a step back, but the glow remained, stubborn and unyielding. With a sense of urgency, I pushed open the door, Asuna and Kirito right behind me. Their presence was a reassuring anchor amidst the uncertainty that surrounded us as we ascended the stairs and emerged onto the grassy plains of floor 76.

"Um... guys..." Klein's voice broke the silence, drawing our attention. It was the first time he had spoken since the battle, his usually talkative demeanor replaced by a solemn gravity. With his menu open, we gathered around him, our hearts sinking as we beheld the shocking revelation displayed before us. His skills were gone, reset back to their early game parameters. Panic gripped me as I instinctively stepped away from the group, my mind racing with fear and confusion.

I hurriedly checked my own menu, relief flooding through me as I found that my skill trees remained intact. However, their levels had been reset, my trees reverting to their initial values from when I first started the game. A sense of unease settled over the group as each of us began to inspect our menus, the realization sinking in that our hard-earned progress had been undone.

"Wait, my items!" Asuna's voice rang out, her tone tinged with dismay as she discovered the corruption that had befallen her possessions. Kirito's expression mirrored her concern as she delved into her menus, undoubtedly searching for Yui's Heart, a cherished memento of their time together in the virtual world. Yui, the AI who had become like a daughter to them, had bestowed upon me the title of "Papa," much to the amusement and embarrassment of Kirito and Asuna. I never quite understood why Yui decided to call me "Papa" and why she considered me her guardian. Closing my menu after discarding the corrupted gear, I glanced up, my gaze drawn to the tear-shaped stone that held a special significance. From its depths emerged a small child, no older than nine, clad in a soft, pale white dress. Her eyes, a striking obsidian black, held a depth of wisdom beyond her years, while her hair matched their hue perfectly. Floating in the air for a fleeting moment, she then descended into Kirito's waiting arms, her smile lighting up her face.

"Mama Auna, Mama Kito!" Yui exclaimed, embracing Kirito tightly before Asuna rushed over, enveloping her in a warm hug. I watched the reunion unfold with a gentle smile, a sense of warmth blooming in my chest at the sight of their bond. However, my attention was soon captured by Yui as she broke away from Kirito and Asuna, her gaze fixing on me.

"Papa Yashi!" she called out my name with a clear and melodic tone. Unable to suppress a laugh, I couldn't help but revel in the jealous glances exchanged between Asuna and Kirito, their cheeks tinted with a blush. Kneeling, I welcomed Yui into my arms as she ran towards me, her excitement palpable.

"Hi, Yui!" I greeted her with a warm smile, wrapping her in a gentle embrace. "Sorry you had to sleep for so long... I'll make it up to you," I whispered softly, my heart swelling with affection for the young girl who had become like family to us in this virtual world. To my surprise, she puffed her cheeks out in response.

"Papa, it's fine, you needed to..." Her words trailed off, her gaze shifting slightly above my head. Suddenly, her tone shifted, her concern evident as she voiced a question that hung heavily in the air. "Papa, why is your level so low?" The question landed like a weight in the midst of our group, drawing curious glances from those around us. Setting Yui down, I attempted to brush off her inquiry.

"It's nothing, Yui. I think this glitch is messing with stuff," I offered in explanation, hoping to quell any further speculation. Sighing, I knelt once more, gently taking Yui's hand in mine.

"Yui, you can't tell anyone about my level," I whispered urgently, the gravity of my words not lost on her. "I can't risk anyone besides Kirito and Asuna knowing... maybe a select few others. But no one else can know," I emphasized, silently pleading for her understanding. Yui nodded solemnly, her eyes lighting up with renewed determination. I looked up, seeing Kirito and Asuna tilting their heads slightly, wondering what I meant by that. 

"Okay, Papa!" she replied with a bright smile, darting back to Kirito and Asuna. I followed suit, joining them as they deliberated on our next course of action. However, our conversation was abruptly interrupted by a familiar voice - Silica's.

"Yashi!" she exclaimed, launching herself into a hug. I caught her reflexively, holding her for a moment before setting her down as her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Kirito's concern was evident as she inquired about Silica's presence. Watching their interaction, I couldn't help but smile.

"We really shouldn't wait, guys," I interjected, my gaze sweeping over the sprawling plains teeming with creatures. "The town shouldn't be far," I added, taking the lead as we made our way forward. As we approached the town's gate, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. Activating the Teleport Gate, I watched as the stone pedestal emitted a soft blue glow, gradually intensifying until the letters etched into the stone began to illuminate. A name materialized amidst the swirling glyphs - Arc Sophia. 

"I'm going to go back home," I muttered, exhaustion weighing heavily on my shoulders. Standing at the center of the Teleport Gate, I raised my hand and spoke the words, "Teleport, Selmburg." I waited with bated breath, eyes closed in anticipation. But when I opened them again, I found Kirito and Asuna holding Yui's hands, their gazes fixed on me. Silica, with Pina perched on her head, joined them in their scrutiny.

"Teleport, Selmburg!" I called out once more, frustration seeping into my voice as the teleportation failed yet again. I stepped back from the Teleport Gate, a sense of disbelief creeping over me. "Don't tell me this thing is busted," I snapped, venting my frustration with a sharp kick to the floor. Yui approached the Teleport Gate, her expression shifting to a pout as she examined it, a hint of concern in her gaze.

"It seems that due to whatever bug is causing these glitches," she began, her voice tinged with surprise as she continued her inspection. "You cannot teleport to the lower floors!" Her words hung in the air, a sobering realization settling over us. I let out another sigh, my gaze returning to the malfunctioning Teleport Gate.

"So we are trapped up here until we beat the next boss?" I voiced the question softly, the weight of our predicament pressing down on me.

All Yui could do was give a single nod.

Chapters P 1 2 3 4 5 6

[anshiiiiin]

This is a comic about my characters from my Boring Story. Sao survived a traimatic event and is mentally disabled. For more than 12 years he always replied yes to any questions starting from "do you want" or "would you like" etc. (here is a comic touching on it https://anshiiiiin.neocities.org/boring%20story/18-bs-always-yes/bs-always-yes.png )

Other 2 guys from the comic deeply care about Sao, and the fact that more than a decade later he feels safe enough to say "no" means the world to them.

[azumi-sao]

OC that I made specifically for Slugterra. :3

He is 1000000% good 👍

[chaossmith2]

Early wake up call

[telestoapologist]

drifter: i'll be seein' ya, little sister. sao and i got a biiig score of popcorn shrimp to fry up tonight by the river.

eido: that sounds delicious! would it be too much to ask if i could join you both?

drifter, grimacing slightly and rubbing the back of his neck with an awkward chuckle: sorry, 'fraid this is private a party for two this time around. tell ya what, though; i'll bring back some leftovers for ya. how's that sound?

eido, slightly disheartened, but understanding: i see... i understand. thank you for offering, i would like that very much.

drifter, patting her shoulder apologetically: next time you can come with, trust. hell, we'll even teach ya how to catch and cook 'em! how's that sound?

eido, brightening up: oh, that sounds fun! yes! thank you, i greatly appreciate the offer and will gladly partake!

later that evening, down at the river....

sao, with their pants hiked up to their knees as they help drifter catch prawns for eido: don't get me wrong, i'm not against this- and smoking on an empty stomach is a bad idea- but don't you think she's old enough to be able to handle this sort of talk?

drifter, wiping a bit of river muck across his forehead: eh, it's not her i'm worried about, it's big bad crawdaddy- he's been a little more protective than usual after that ordeal with eramis. eido may be able to handle herself just fine, but 'ol misraaks is like any other dad. he knows she's her own person, but she'll still always be his baby girl no matter what.

sao, smiling to themself and humming: fair enough, i imagine that's something they'll eventually work out for themselves with time juuust fine- though, i think you and i are going to have to change up our phrases just a little if she's gonna be tagging along. you know, for now.

drifter, clucking: you might be right about that. (grins) got any ideas?

sao: hm... (leans up with a freshly caught prawn, snapping its neck to kill it instantly and dropping it in their basket) what about "meeking a smee"? i haven't used it in awhile, but it's always been a personal favorite of mine.

drifter, raising a brow skeptically but not without amusement: "meeking a smee", eh? now that's an interesting one. i like it, though! it's got a little (wiggles fingers while swirling hands in the air) ~*~whimsy~*~ to it, heh.

sao, beaming proudly: thank you! i think so, too.

[lutheban]

Ontem eu sonhei que estava em Moscou Dançando pagode russo na boate Kossacou👏🎉👏🎉

Just wanted to do something for São João before the month ended😅

[cvpunit-91832]

[jorrated]

Fala mais do seu oc vaqueiro?? E os outros???

UMMMMM não sei muito o que dizer além dessas anotações que eu fiz faz um tempo

um dia eu ainda vo escrever/programar uma vn com esses personagens, mas por enquanto so consigo te dar rascunhos de personagens secundários e uns racunho

[illegaltruffle]

2023 blorbo art summary made the goal of drawing at least 1 blorbo piece a month,,,,december was supposed to be a Big hotpot piece but i burnt out oops

wip for hotpot piece under read more :p

[roxwritings]

Sonata of the Hollows - Chapter 6

Chapter 6 – Bound by Shadows

Exhausted, I unleashed a ferocious battle cry, driving my spear with all my might into the scaled chest of a Lizardman. The creature shattered into countless fragments under the force. Beads of sweat cascaded down my face as I collapsed to my knees, gasping for air. It had been three weeks since I first uncovered the secrets of the Hollow Area, yet everyone barred me from advancing beyond their control room. Was it my reckless style of combat they feared? That seemed likely, considering I now found myself deep within the labyrinth on the 78th floor, bracing for another onslaught of enemies.

“I can handle myself…” I muttered defiantly, pushing myself to my feet and dusting off my worn pants. “I don’t need coddling.” My declaration hung in the air, unanswered, as another Lizardman materialized in front of me, ready for battle. I lunged forward, aiming to breach its armor, but it deflected my thrust with a sturdy shield. My energy waned; the hours of continuous fighting were taking their toll. Suddenly, a fierce war cry echoed through the labyrinth, and massive slashes appeared across the Lizardman’s body. Within moments, it exploded into a cloud of blue pixels and shards.

“Yashi, what are you doing out here?” Strea’s voice cut through the din of battle, tinged with concern and a hint of reprimand. I turned towards her, my face clouded with frustration.

“What are you doing out here, Strea?” My tone was sharp, an echo of her own words rather than a question. Strea’s expression softened into a pout, her eyes scanning me as I collapsed back onto my knees, breath heaving from the depths of my fatigue. My strength was fading fast; I could barely keep myself upright.

“Yashi, you’re coming back with me. You need to rest,” she insisted firmly, reaching out to steady me with a hand on my shoulder. I jerked away, slapping her hand aside with a burst of stubborn pride. She recoiled, her eyes widening in surprise.

“I can make it back on my own. I don’t need your help,” I snapped, my voice dripping with bitterness. I attempted to rise, to assert my independence, but my legs refused to cooperate. Betrayed by my own body, I crumbled to the ground, a pained grunt escaping as I collided with the dirt. Strea, ever defiant of my wishes, scooped me up effortlessly. She gathered my spear and initiated the teleportation sequence to Arc Sophia. I was too drained to resist her any further.

“Why are you acting like this…” Her voice was a soft murmur, barely audible over the whir of teleportation as we materialized back in town. I remained silent, a tempest of anger swirling inside me. I wanted to scream, to unleash my fury at her. It seemed like everyone was conspiring to suffocate me with their overprotection, and I couldn’t fathom why. As we entered the inn, a wave of relief washed over Strea.

“Thank God you’re okay!” Lisbeth’s voice shattered the tense silence, her concern probably masking an impending lecture about my recklessness. “Where have you been? We’ve been worried sick!” she exclaimed. I extricated myself from Strea’s hold and snatched my spear, tuning out the familiar reprimand that I’d endured for weeks. My movements were sluggish, the weakness still gripping my body, but I managed to ascend the stairs to my room. Liz’s scolding faded behind me.

Slamming the door shut, I couldn’t contain the frustration boiling within me any longer. “Damn it all!” I yelled, hurling my spear to the ground. Stumbling forward, I collapsed onto the floor, rolling onto my back as pain seared through me.

“Yashi, you okay?” Kirito’s voice penetrated the door, soaked in worry—a tone I was utterly weary of. I remained silent, lying sprawled on the floor. “Yashi, please answer,” she pleaded, her voice thick with earnest concern

“What do you want?” I snapped, my patience frayed. There was a pause, then the sound of the door handle turning. Argo entered, her gaze weary but laden with concern. Behind her, Kirito's face was a canvas of worry.

“Yashi, can you sit up?” Kirito’s voice was gentle, tinged with an earnest desire to assist. As Argo approached to help me, I yanked my arm away from her, a sharp move that drew a surprised gasp from the info broker.

“I don’t need help. What do you want?” I demanded, my tone harsh as I glared at Kirito. She flinched, the hurt flickering across her features.

“You disappeared for eight hours, Yashi. What were we supposed to do, not worry?” Kirito retorted, her voice cracking with restrained frustration. I exhaled a defeated sigh, the fight draining out of me.

“No, you’re right…” I muttered, my anger dissolving into weariness. “I’m just tired of being coddled, treated like I’m some walking liability.” My voice softened, the sadness seeping through. “I’m sick of being confined to the command room in the Hollow Area, or stuck on the 76th floor.” My voice cracked, tears beginning to edge my eyes. “You all used to trust me, and now I feel like I can’t move five feet without having someone shadowing me. What happened?” My plea escalated into a yell, my emotions overflowing, louder and rawer than I had intended.

The room fell silent, thick with unspoken words. Frustration boiled over within me, and I began to thump my fists against my legs, my sobs punctuating each hit. The sounds filled the space, growing louder with every grunt of despair, until Argo intervened. She gently grasped my hands, halting their motion. I felt tears drop onto my fists—not my own, but hers. Raising my eyes to meet hers, we shared a moment of silent communion, our gaze locked amidst mutual tears.

“Kirito, can you leave…” My voice was a whisper, barely audible. Argo nodded in agreement, and with a quiet acknowledgment, Kirito exited, softly closing the door behind her. Argo's touch was tender as she soothed my hands, her thumbs gently massaging my knuckles and the backs of my hands. Silence enveloped us once more, the only sound being the soft movement of her thumbs against my skin.

“Yash… kid, I didn’t realize we’re suffocating you…” Argo's voice broke through the quiet, her usual accent tinged with emotion, as if trying to disguise the depth of her feelings. I sighed, breaking our eye contact to stare at the floor.

“I couldn’t talk to you guys about it, because I was constantly shut down.” I paused, the weight of my words hanging in the air. “Every plan I made, you all dismissed it instantly.” Argo nodded in silent acknowledgment.

“We were scared… especially Kiibou and I…” Her voice faltered. “She couldn’t bear to lose another friend… and I couldn’t bear losing you, not after all the close calls we’ve had recently.” Her accent dropped completely, a sign of her raw vulnerability that she reserved only for moments with me. She felt safe to be open, and I cherished that.

"Argo, I'm not made of glass," I whispered, touching my forehead to hers gently. She shut her eyes, leaning into the closeness. "I've gotten stronger, you know? I can look after myself." My voice was low and calm. "But how am I supposed to keep growing if you all just keep me locked up here?" As she looked back at me, a brief smile crossed my face, but it faded as she pulled back a bit, her hands still holding onto mine.

"Yashi…" Argo started, her voice shaky as she tried to find the right words. Tears welled up in her eyes again. "Yashi, we're just trying to keep you safe, you know?" She gently dropped my hands onto my lap. I was puzzled, my mouth half-open to ask her what she meant.

"You just dive into fights like you're bulletproof, and expect us not to worry?" Her tone grew sharp, and I flinched a little. "Every time you run off, I'm scared I’ll see your name go gray on my friends list." Her voice broke into sobs.

“Why are you so reckless!” She suddenly burst out, her frustration boiling over as she hit her lap. “You act as if your life is expendable, as if it means nothing to you.” Her voice cracked with grief as she gripped my shirt, pulling me close. “Do you think we don’t care? That we’d just move on if you were gone?” She shook me gently, her eyes fierce. “Because I care, Yashi, I care so damn much!” Overwhelmed, she let go, curling in on herself as she gave into her despair.

"I…didn’t realize," I whispered. "I knew you cared—I did—but, I guess I was too wrapped up in my own stuff to see it." I paused. "But you can't—" She cut me off with a sharp slap, and I felt the sting on my cheek.

"Argo…" I said quietly. "I don’t have an excuse, do I?" She nodded, her intense look softening a bit. "After I lost Sachi…" My voice trailed off, unsure if I could go on. "She got me, you know? Loved my music, no matter how bad I thought it was…" I caught a sob in my throat. "And then she was just gone…" I reached out into the air, as if I could somehow touch her memory.

"It's my fault, Argo... she was terrified, and I... I could've done something." My voice faltered to a murmur, my arms falling limp as I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by guilt. "I should have been there... but she died afraid." Staring down at my hands, they seemed stained, as if soaked in blood. "It’s my fault she’s gone... it's my fault my guild fell apart... I’m to blame for so many deaths." My words were just whispers, trembling in the silent room. I shivered, unable to control the sobs wracking through me. Pulling my knees to my chest, I began to cry uncontrollably. Before I could shield my face, another slap landed on my cheek. This one carried less fury but still a sharp rebuke. Argo forced me to meet her eyes, her hands firmly on my face.

"That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard you say," she declared, her gaze piercing. "None of that was your fault, Yashi. You couldn’t have known; nobody could have." Her voice cracked, a tear escaping despite her effort to remain composed.

"You’ve done nothing wrong... why can’t you see that?" Her frustration was palpable. "You’re strong, Yashi, so strong in every way—except when it comes to keeping yourself safe." She paused, her eyes searching mine. "Every time you storm back into this inn, after hours of battling mobs and pushing yourself too hard, I panic, I worry sick..."

Then, pulling me close, she wrapped her arms tightly around me, one hand cradling the back of my head, her other arm securing me against her. "Because I’d be destroyed if anything happened to you, Yashi... you’re all I have..." Her voice softened into a whisper, her tears mingling with mine as she held me close.

“Argo…” My voice cracked as I began to cry more, wrapping my arms around her. We sank into each other's embrace, our sobs soft and contained, careful not to draw attention. The connection felt so vital, neither of us wanted to let go. No words were needed as our crying gradually subsided; we simply held each other, finding comfort in the silence.

Minutes trickled by before we reluctantly pulled apart. Argo fixed her gaze on me once more, her expression solemn.

“Yashi, I need you to promise me something,” she murmured gently. “We can talk to the others, try to ease the pressure on you, but first, I need to hear you say it.” She leaned in close, her eyes earnest. “You can’t be reckless anymore,” she insisted. “You need to set some boundaries for yourself. I’m willing to trust you, even when you disappear for hours, but only if you promise to stay safe and look out for anyone with you.” Her expression hinted at more she wanted to add.

“Argo, is there something else you want to include in that promise?” I asked softly, noticing a blush tint her cheeks beneath her smeared and messy whiskers.

She huffed slightly, then exhaled a resigned sigh. “Also, you need to bring me and Sinon with you, especially if you're headed to the Hollow Area,” she added, folding her arms.

“Okay, I promise to be less reckless, to keep myself and those with me safe,” I affirmed, meeting her gaze directly. “And to bring Sinon and my lovable Rat along.” I ruffled Argo’s hair affectionately, eliciting a mock pout from her at the nickname. A lingering sadness began to lift from us both, though our cheeks remained tear-stained, our eyes red and puffy.

“Your whiskers are a mess, Argo,” I teased, a light giggle escaping me. Argo just pouted again, then stood up.

“How ‘bout we wash our faces, then I can be yer little rat again,” she suggested, her accent returning as she extended her hand to help me up. I accepted, rising to my knees, and then standing fully, slightly taller than her. She reached up to my chest.

“Alright,” I agreed, then extended my hand. She looked puzzled for a moment. “It’s to make sure our promise is official,” I explained with a gentle smile. She nodded and shook my hand firmly. Together, we walked to the bathroom, using the water basin to cleanse our faces, trying to erase the traces of our emotional outpouring. Once dry, Argo stood before the mirror to tidy her whiskers.

“You know, I don’t think you’ve ever told me why you wear painted-on whiskers,” I remarked, observing her as she carefully added the three bold strokes on her left cheek. Argo paused and gave me a look that clearly said, oh really? I just shrugged in response.

“You don’t have to tell me, I was just curious,” I said, flashing a reassuring smile and leaning casually against the door frame.

She turned back to the mirror, focusing on perfecting her whiskers. Once satisfied, she faced me again, her expression softening.

“They’re a promise, ta help those strugglin’ with the game…” she began, her voice tinged with a solemn undertone. “I was in the beta, ya know, met Kiibou there. And durin’ that beta, there was this one quest…” She trailed off, her gaze dropping momentarily as she gathered her thoughts. “Couldn’t complete it… didn’t know how…” After a brief pause, she looked up at me resolutely. “So I made a promise then and there—I ain’t lettin’ anyone suffer through that alone.” Her determination was palpable, igniting a warmth in my chest.

“Then, I can only try to help you keep that promise,” I responded earnestly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her lips. It was a brief exchange, yet it carried the sweetness of shared intimacy. Argo smirked, a flash of her familiar spirit shining through as she stepped out of the bathroom. Left alone, I caught my reflection in the mirror and noticed my hair was in complete disarray. I let out a small sigh before activating a virtual menu that shimmered into existence beside the mirror—a handy feature that allowed players to alter their hairstyles in mere seconds.

Deciding it was time for a change, I chose a style that felt more battle-ready: my hair now fell to my shoulders in a choppy cut, except for a small, wolf-tail tuft at the back. I examined my new reflection, a grin spreading across my face. I looked more like a warrior ready for the challenges ahead, shedding the remnants of disarray for a sharp, purposeful appearance.

"Ya comin', kid?" Argo called from the doorway, her voice echoing slightly down the hall. I nodded, stepping out of the bathroom with a renewed sense of readiness.

"Yeah, Argo, I’m right behind you," I responded, my smile broadening as I noticed her cheeks turn a deep shade of red. With a shy gesture, she pulled her hood forward to mask her blush as much as possible.

"I-I like tha new look…" she stammered, her voice tinged with a bashful warmth. She hesitantly took my hand, and we began our walk towards the stairs.

"Argo, do the others know 'bout us?" I ventured, aware of her usual reserve with emotions. She glanced at me, then down at our intertwined hands.

"It’s okay, they should know… it’s better than what Kiibou and Aa-chan did," Argo replied with a mischievous grin, sparking a laugh between us.

"True, remember how mad Liz got when she found out they got hitched?" I chuckled, the memory vivid in my mind. Lisbeth was absolutely livid, to the point of nearly giving Kirito a concussion and shouting at Asuna so much she was deaf in one ear for a week.

"Yeah, don’t wanna deal with that kinda mess," Argo agreed, her laughter mingling with mine as we continued down the hallway, light-hearted despite the complexity of our situation. As we descended the stairs, the room below buzzed with various emotions. Relief, anger, and concern painted the faces of our friends—relief that I was safe, anger over my latest escapade, and concern, particularly evident in Sinon and Kirito's expressions.

“Yashi, wha-“ Lisbeth started, but Argo quickly silenced her before she could finish her thought. Liz's face fell into a pout as Argo guided me to sit with her, our hands still intertwined.

“We need ta have a quick chat,” Argo announced, her voice calm but carrying enough weight to quiet the room. I sighed softly, releasing her hand to give her the floor. With a subtle gesture, Argo encouraged everyone to gather closer around the table, and those standing complied by joining us.

“Yash and I had a serious talk,” she began, her hands resting firmly on the table. I chose to remain silent, letting her lead the conversation. “She’s promised to dial back the recklessness,” Argo declared, which elicited a few groans from the group.

“Argo, how can we trust that when she’s just-” Leafa started, but I cut her off this time.

“Because Argo and Sinon will be with me, wherever I go,” I asserted confidently. The announcement took everyone by surprise. Argo turned to me, her smile broadening with pride.

"Yash is tellin' the truth. I'm stickin' by her side, and Sinon, if yer up for it, you should join us too," Argo said, her eyes seeking Sinon’s response with hopeful anticipation. Sinon nodded, her smile broad and genuine.

"Alright, I'm in. Besides, Yashi still owes me a hunting trip," she quipped, her remark sparking a wave of puzzled murmurs from the group, myself included. Argo, however, didn’t seem taken aback. I glanced between them, a hint of suspicion dawning.

"Argo...wait..." I paused, my eyes narrowing as a thought struck me. Could she have orchestrated this? No, that seemed unlikely; the sincerity in her earlier emotions was too palpable. Feeling my tension, Argo gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. 

"Sinon asked if she could keep an eye on you as well, so I thought this was the best way,” Argo whispered to me, earning a nod. The group slowly recovered from the initial surprise sparked by the conversation. Asuna was the first to articulate her concerns.

“Argo, with all due respect, while I see the merit in your plan, Yashi’s unpredictability is a significant concern!” Asuna stated, emphasizing her point with a sweeping gesture towards me. “She often dives headfirst into battles without regard for her own safety.” Frustration tinged Asuna’s voice, a clear sign of the worries that had accumulated over recent events. I shrank lower in my seat, wishing I could disappear from the scrutiny.

Silica stood, her voice steady and more assertive than usual. "Asuna, it's not fair to single out Yashi like this. Haven't we all faced similar moments?" Her words, though quiet, resonated with a heartfelt call for empathy. Kirito nodded in agreement.

"I understand what Yashi is going through. At some point, each of us has been where she is now…" She paused, searching for the right words. "Even if the circumstances differed." Her support split the group further. On one side, Asuna, Lisbeth, Strea, and Leafa remained skeptical, their concerns valid given the risks involved. Opposite them, Kirito, Silica, Sinon, and, of course, Argo were in favor, seeing potential in the plan. Caught in the middle, I felt the weight of their divided stares. Normally, Klein and Agil would help mediate, but with Agil absent and Klein busy with guild strategies, their voices were sorely missed.

Then, unexpectedly, Yui piped up from Kirito's lap, sitting upright. "I think Papa should go with Auntie Ago and Auntie Sino!"

"Yui-chan, the adults are talking," Asuna and Kirito gently chided in unison, causing Yui to pout, her expression turning slightly indignant.

"Yashi will be fine! Sinon and Argo will protect her!" she insisted, her conviction strong.

"Yui, you don’t understand," Kirito started, but Yui’s gaze remained unyieldingly firm.

"I do understand!" she retorted, her voice quivering with the onset of tears. My frustration grew as the table erupted into cacophonous debate. Witnessing Yui’s determination morph into sadness stirred something in me. Unable to bear the escalating conflict, I felt a fierce impulse to end the arguing once and for all.

“SHUT UP!” My voice erupted as I slammed my hands down on the table, the sound echoing sharply through the room. Everyone froze, their eyes turning to me in startled unison. I kept my hands pressed against the wood, my breath coming out in shaky exhalations. Silence engulfed the room, the tension palpable even to the few normal patrons who watched in stunned silence.

“Look, I understand everyone’s concerns,” I began, my voice steadier. “I know I’m reckless, and that I often prioritize the safety of others over my own.” My gaze drifted to Asuna and her supporters. “But I also believe there’s a solid reason to trust Argo’s judgment on this matter.” I then shifted my eyes to Argo and her allies, acknowledging their nods of agreement.

Turning to Yui, I softened my tone. “Yui-chan, what were you trying to say?” I asked, raising my hands to forestall any interruptions. Yui gave me a small, encouraging smile.

“Papa has been alone with her emotions for too long… It was only when Auntie Ago started spending more time with her that she began to improve,” Yui shared, her voice clear and sincere. I noticed Strea nodding in agreement, her expression thoughtful. “And ever since Auntie Sino came into our lives, her happiness has just skyrocketed!” Yui exclaimed, her enthusiasm infectious. I couldn’t help but blush at her words, my hand instinctively rising to cover my face. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sinon doing the same, her cheeks tinged with pink.

Strea chimed in, her voice joining the chorus of support. “And it seems like something else might be happening, maybe even related to that Philia girl!” Her grin was wide, mirroring Yui’s excitement. She paused, her smile fading slightly as she added, “But then, when everyone started being overly protective…”

Feeling the weight of their gazes, I continued, “I felt useless, like I couldn’t be trusted, and I started slipping back into old habits.” I sighed, a mix of frustration and relief in my voice. “Argo literally had to slap some sense into me.” I glanced at Argo, a small smile of gratitude forming as I took her hand.

“And then you began to throw yourself at walls of monsters that were way out of your league…” Asuna said softly, her voice a mix of realization and regret.

“And we got mad because we had to keep rescuing you, which just fueled the cycle…” Lisbeth added, her hands cradling her head as she grasped the gravity of their oversight. I nodded, understanding the strain I had put on everyone, and looked around the table once more.

“Argo made a compelling point. If Sinon and she are with me, I’ll be okay,” I reassured them gently, my gaze settling on the two. “I can’t think of anyone I’d trust more to keep me safe.” My admission made both blush; Argo ducked her face behind her cloak, while Sinon tried to conceal hers behind her hands.

“There’s one more thing I need to say,” I continued, capturing everyone’s attention again. “I need to explore the Hollow Area. I’m tired of just climbing floors.” I paused, letting my words sink in. “I’m not strong enough yet, but the Hollow Area could change that.” I explained, feeling the weight of their concern and curiosity. “I can’t explain everything right now, but when I do figure it out, you’ll all be the first to know—whether it comes from me or our info broker here.” I reached out and playfully patted Argo’s head, earning another shy blush from her.

The room gradually returned to its usual hum of conversations as our group settled back down at the table. No one voiced objections to the idea of Argo and Sinon joining me permanently. It made sense—Argo wasn't a frontline fighter, and Sinon, while skilled, was still acclimating to the game's intricacies. A small smile played on my lips as I checked my gear, only to pause when I felt a gentle pressure on my shoulder. Turning, I met Argo's gaze, her usual cheeky grin tempered by the warmth and affection in her eyes. The look made my cheeks warm with a blush.

"So, you two ready to go?" I asked Argo and Sinon, who both nodded affirmatively. My smile widened as I stood. "Then let's go." I initiated party invitations to both. Once their names appeared beneath my health bar, signaling their acceptance, I led the way out of the inn.

"We'll shoot you a message if we run into trouble getting back," I called over my shoulder to Kirito and the rest of the group before stepping out the door, with Argo and Sinon following closely.

Our walk to the portal was quiet and focused, mostly filled with Argo explaining some of the game’s more complex systems to Sinon. Something I wasn’t as knowledgeable in. Reaching the teleport gate, I announced our destination with clear confidence.

"Teleport: Hollow Area Administration Area!" Despite its official title, we always called it the command room. A swirl of blue light enveloped us, and within moments, we materialized in the space-like room of the Administration Area. I stepped off the teleport gate with a sense of purpose, but a sudden, uneasy feeling washed over me. Argo and Sinon moved ahead as Philia approached to greet us, yet I paused, scanning the room. Nothing appeared out of place, but an inexplicable chill crept up my spine, heightening my alertness to the unseen tension in the air.

“Yashi, you’re back!” Philia exclaimed, her smile brighter than I'd seen in a long time. Yet, her posture was unusually stiff, as if she was holding back words she couldn't quite express. It could have been sheer excitement at seeing familiar faces again, or perhaps something more.

“Yep, and I brought friends,” I giggled, trying to lighten the mood. “Sinon, meet Philia. She was a huge help to Argo and me when we first got here.” I introduced them gently. Sinon extended her hand in greeting, her smile polite yet reserved. Philia hesitated, clearly wary, but soon warmed to Sinon’s cool but kind demeanor.

I wandered over to the console to check the latest updates, my fingers gliding over the interface, filtering through data on high-level monsters and weapon caches. But nestled behind the usual screens was something unexpected—a display detailing player data that I occasionally checked during visits with Philia. This time, however, the data was different. Names were highlighted, images redacted. At the top of the page read: Hollow Data Targets. My heart skipped a beat. Philia couldn't access this console; she lacked the necessary permissions. So, who could have? A cold shiver ran down my spine again.

As I turned to survey the room, my gaze landed on the teleport gate. Something was attached to it, emitting a faint glow. Abruptly, a silver flash streaked past my head, targeting the mysterious object. Instinctively, I shoved Philia, Argo, and Sinon away from the blast just as the device detonated, hurtling us backward. I crashed into the console and tumbled over it, landing harshly several feet away. Philia was thrown to the right, landing about five feet from me, while Argo and Sinon ended up slightly to my left.

Pain clouded my vision as a cloaked figure emerged, moving with a deliberate, predatory grace. They circled Argo and Sinon, then prowled behind the console towards Philia, examining her intently. The sound of their boots echoed ominously across the room’s strange floor, coming to a halt in front of me. The figure squatted down, their face drawing near mine, eager for a closer look.

"Such a pretty look for you," the figure hissed, their voice grating like nails on a chalkboard. Something about it was hauntingly familiar. Where had I heard it before? "To think, you almost beat me…" They reached down, their hand ominously moving to stroke my hair. Summoning the last reserves of my strength, I slapped the hand away sharply.

"You still have fight in you!" He chuckled darkly, seizing my hair to force my gaze to his. I caught a glimpse of his greasy black hair spilling out from under his cloak. His eyes gleamed with malice and a twisted joy—the kind derived from the pain he had just inflicted. Abruptly, he released his grip, almost smashing my head against the hard ground. A searing headache exploded across my skull. I whimpered in pain, curling up instinctively.

"You might be the most fun hunt yet..." His laughter was low and menacing as he delivered a sharp kick to my chest. Squatting down again, this time I noticed a tattoo on his wrist—a sinister coffin with a smiling face, and a skeletal arm creeping out. Fear surged through me, but I fought to keep my expression neutral.

"You…bastard..." I managed to croak out, my voice strained with agony. His laughter grew louder, echoing off the walls as he rolled me over.

"Good to see you remember me, Yashi," he purred, his lips twisting into a vile smile. I glanced desperately over to my friends, but they were all unconscious, sprawled and vulnerable. My groans deepened as I felt my consciousness slipping away.

"I don’t have long, but I can tell you this—you’re trapped here now." His eyes locked onto mine, cold and merciless as he savored each word. 

"Welcome to my domain."

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[gojifan97]

Seeing as how I have been temporarily made Gentrychild, I've posted a fic for the Gentryverse! A fic I totally did not have sitting in my files for over a month!

[kezibun]

I was looking through my old old notes and found out I've been writing fanfics since 2014...

Not that half of them were released to the public and should definitely never see the light of day but go little 13 year old Kezi, you go girl with your little writings and your OCs and stuff you go girl.

[theminiartblog]

"The Song feels like it's coming from you--"

Blight (noun) A thing that spoils or damages. With that in mind, Songblight has to be one heck of a ride... The S.N.A.P crew is going through it, but ESC really f'ed off and found out, huh? 🤗-- Thank you for the support!!

[azumi-sao]

I love my OC. (⁠´⁠∩⁠｡⁠•⁠ ⁠ᵕ⁠ ⁠•⁠｡⁠∩⁠`⁠)♡

[chaossmith2]

Cute girls that know they're cute

[sky-fire-forever]

Zheng and Penny enjoying a lovely day with lovely soup

I commissioned this beautiful art from @lizweirdo !