#when he came back to be saburo again

[megaclubdiolis]

Michinaga's costume evolution

[akkivee]

can’t believe they just highlighted ichiro and kuukou’s hand size difference and matching rings set up in one swoop like that lmao

[teenytinytippy]

Some cute Hypmic headcanons I thought of at 3 A.M

(Spoilers ahead for some characters!!!)

Ichiro

Used to kiss his younger bros goodnight when they were little kids. Now he does it now and then when he thinks they're asleep (Sabs caught him in the act, though).

King of Bisexuality.

Jiro

Had a small crush on a tomboy he met at the orphanage. They used to play football together. One day, she got adopted, and he never saw her again.

Saburo

Has a little music box given to him by his mother when he was a baby. It's the only clear memory he has of her, so he holds it dear. It's also the source of his fondness for classical music. Nobody knows where he hides it, though.

Samatoki

Used to do Nemu's hair after their mother passed. As a result of this, he's very good at styling hair.

Also used to sing to his sister, mostly to calm her down during his father's violent outbursts. He sometimes hums to himself while thinking of her.

Jyuto

Had a gay awakening when he was a teenager. An upperclassman approached him so cunningly and lifted his chin with his hand while questioning him about something, similar to how Jyuto questions guys now. He still thinks about that boy from time to time.

Rio

Went to the U.S. when he was 3 years old and stayed there with his father's family for three years. His father is Irish-American.

Ramuda

He's intersex, as are most of the clones created after him. Some of them, however, appeared to be fully male.

Likes collecting fashion dolls from time to time, and has four custom ones: one of each Fling Posse member and another of the former owner of Empty Candy, Hanabi Maijou.

Has convinced his teammates to cuddle with him in bed.

Gentaro

Is on the Autism spectrum while his twin brother is not.

Is interested in FlingPoly fanfiction.

Ramuda gave him a boudoir doll as a present once.

Dice

Got a nosebleed after seeing Ramuda in a peculiarly cute outfit. The image stayed in his head for quite a long time. (Inspired by what Dice's new stage actor said in the cross talk, after seeing Ramuda's stage actor in costume for the first time)

He sometimes purrs unvoluntarily. Gentaro and Ramuda tease him for it.

Jakurai

Has sung Yotsutsuji to sleep on some occasions. He also did that to Hifumi and Doppo one night.

He was very popular with the girls back in the day, and word got out that he had a huge crush on someone. Hitoya even teased him for it. Little did he know that Jakurai's crush was Hitoya himself.

Hifumi

Was very effeminate growing up. He especially liked to play with his sister's necklaces and other jewelry.

Doppo

Cried when Jakurai sang them to sleep that one night.

He stims by drawing circles on the floor with his finger, something he has done since pre-school when he was alone. When he's angry or frustrated, he does it with his middle finger.

Sasara

Had a funny, contagious laugh when he was a baby or so his mother would say. Everyone who heard him in passing would smile or laugh as well. Maybe he was a comedian from the very start, after all.

Rosho

Learned to talk before he learned to walk and could say very complicated words and phrases for a toddler.

Rei

He can whine his hips pretty well.

Ichiro is the one who resembles him the most in his youth.

Sometimes, he sees himself and his wife/baby mama in Rosho and Sasara. He would never admit that to them, though.

Kuko

Can dabke and taught his teammates and also Ichiro how to dabke.

In the rare times when he feels like crying, he either meditates alone or next to someone he absolutely trusts, which, as of right now, includes his father Shakku, Hitoya, and Jyushi. The latter two were confused when it happened but felt more at ease and honored after Shakku explained this to them.

Jyushi

Sometimes does nail art on Kuko's nails.

He fluctuates between masc and femme styles on the daily. Kuko once mistook him for a young woman passing by when he came to the temple to greet him.

Hitoya

Was a big fat baby who grew into a skinny child.

Is actually swole.

Will become a father of girls (and the best father anyone could have).

Otome

In her teenage years, she would use poetry as a means to vent her frustrations. She would also go on to dedicate poems to her ex-husband and, later on, her first son Dice.

Was absolutely smitten with Dice in his first years, insisting on doing the motherly affairs by herself, much to the maid's dismay.

Really wanted a daughter and was seriously thinking about giving Dice a little sister before everything went down with her marriage.

Ichijuku

She and her sister would often wear matching bows to school in her younger years.

Lets Nemu adorn her hair with ribbons and flowers during their outings. She secretly loves the look, even if it looks messy.

Nemu

Was a premature child.

Is not good at styling her hair since it's something her mother and brother used to do for her. Sometimes, she unknowingly self-soothes by stroking it.

Was interested in ballet at some point in her childhood.

Queen of Bisexuality.

Honobono

Is a pretty good dancer and gymnast. She used to do ballet and acrobatics in her youth.

Was the type of girl who would absolutely destroy her dolls while playing with them.

Yotsutsuji

Sleeps in a fetal position.

Is pretty quiet when sneaking in. He even startled Jakurai once.

[seraphimcollections]

fading part. i

pairing: johnny silverhand x reader

summary: mortal enemies from birth. the devil and the angel, good versus evil. you, the prodigy netrunner and hidden child of the Arasaka global empire. him, rebellious outcast and infamous rockstar of Night City. Sworn enemies with the odds stacked against them, but fate is fickle thing.

warnings: gun violence, murder, blood, kidnapping, grooming (not by johnny), rockstar behavior, angst angst angst! sexual implications, eventual smut, slowburn, secret enemies to lovers, fluff.

a.n: hey everyone! thx for the love and for your patience. luv ya!

word count: 2.8

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//…memory shard detected…[uploading]]]///…[year 2010]]..//..memory upload [complete.]///

The days started like any other. The gentle pinging of the alarm clock summoned the curtains to slowly pull away from each other, letting in the sunlight. You groaned at the sudden intrusion of the warmth of the sun, burrowing deeper into the 1000 count sheets that clung to your frame. You tried your best to hide from the beginning of the day, but you knew your AI companion wouldn’t allow it. Tomie materialized first as a disembodied voice.

“Good morning, Hina-san,” she said cheerfully.

You sighed as you rolled onto your back, finally letting your eyes crack open. Your long dark hair pooled underneath you as you laid there, sleep still creeping at the back of your eyelids. The rest of the room came to life, the gentle LED lights illuminating the marble floors.

“Morning, Tomie,” you sighed, a hand running over your face.

“The weather is superb today in beautiful Osaka, temperatures sitting at 23 celsius. The itinerary for the day includes breakfast, grilled mackerel, pickled vegetables and steamed rice. After breakfast, Sanada-san will pick up where you left off…”

Your mind wondered as Tomie listed off the rest of your day like she did every day. There wasn’t much divergence from your daily schedules which usually consisted of sustenance, hours upon hours of lessons ranging from history, homemaking, advanced quantum mechanics but your favorite, netrunning. This came all too easy for you and it was almost an escape from your mundane life. It came to you like walking, something that your uncle was impressed by, but he’d never show it. By the age of 12 you had already cemented yourself as one of the best, something that even your stoic uncle could find pride in. A nameless prodigy. All because of this namesake. A name that every person on this godforsaken planet knew of, either fondly or with despair, but a name they knew all the same. Arasaka.

It was a name that held great power, a name tied to a megacorp that had it’s hands in practically everything. From what you knew from your uncle Saburo, the corporation dealt in corporate security, manufacturing and banking -- and that’s all he would explain. Saburo practically raised you after your mother passed in complications with an unknown sickness that befell her days after your birth. It was a tragedy that brought mourning looks directed toward you whenever you dared ask about your mother. But just like everything else, that’s all you knew. Even when you tried to pry answers from your servant staff, it was always the same:

“Ah, Hina-san, unfortunately that isn’t for me to say…”

Perhaps a few years ago you would have swallowed these empty answers and carried on with your day but now, as the days rolled helplessly into the next, you could feel yourself getting restless. It was hard enough that you hardly ever got to leave the giant yet empty penthouse you’ve called your home for as long as you could remember, bad enough that you couldn’t do anything without being supervised. Again, in the beginning, having servants follow and fulfill your every whim didn’t bother you, but just as these unanswered questions began to eat at you, so did these instances.

You sighed as you swung your feet over the edge of the bed, letting them hit the chilled white marble. You raised your arms above you, letting out another groan.

“Tomie, start the shower please,” you said tiredly.

“Yes, Hina-san.”

You could hear the shower start from the connected bathroom as you settled onto your feet. You sighed as you stared over the city of Osaka, the tall skyscrapers aflame with giant advertisements. You stared down to the street, squinting to see if you could spot the people, only to find small specks. How could it be that every little speck down there had their own lives, their own hopes and dreams? Their own freedom to make decisions? You sighed as you looked back over the glittering skyline. There’s so much world out there, and yet it all seems…far.

“Hina-san, the water is at the temperature you prefer,” Tomie snapped you out of your thoughts.

You turned and walked into the connected bathroom, steam misting up the shower glass and vanity mirror. You stripped yourself of your cotton pajamas, leaving them in the hamper before stepping under the water. The warmth coaxed a groan from you as the water poured over you. You stood under the waterfall, letting your mind wander. Your mind felt somehow heavy, clouded.

“Tomie, run a diagnostic, please,” you ran your hands through your locks, before stopping to stare at the palms of your hands.

“Are you feeling unwell, Hina-san?” Tomie said, programmed to sound concerned.

You shook your head, “no, I don’t think so? Can you run it please?”

“As you wish.”

You let out a heavy breath as Tomie scanned your biometrics, their data scattering over your vision. It was over in seconds.

“There is not anything I could sense to be the matter,” Tomie said. “Can you describe the symptoms?”

You rocked your head back with a sigh, “overwhelming loneliness and hunger, but not for food. For…anything, I suppose.”

“Hm, I see,” Tomie said, “it appears you are suffering from another depressive episode. Should I call your guru?”

You shook your head as you shut off the water to the shower, “no, just cancel all of my lessons for the day.”

“Are you sure? You canceled them yesterday,” said Tomie as you began to towel dry yourself.

“Just do it, please,” you said gently, wrapping your hair up into the towel.

You stepped over to the cup of real water sitting neatly next to a small dish containing one blue pill. You grimaced as you picked up the pill, examining it once more. Something else key to your daily routine, your medication. You had begun taking it regularly when you first told Saburo how restless you were becoming. Your restlessness manifested mostly in your dreams. These dreams felt so real but it was like you were living in someone else’s body. It scared you, deeply. Once you brought it up to your uncle during one of his rare visits, it was then did you see another type of emotion besides stoicness. He was actually concerned, something that frazzled you even more back then. He quickly referred you to the guru and got you on the most expensive of drugs, and like magic, the dreams went away but not so much the anxiety. With a sigh, you swallowed the lone pill and chased it down with water.

You walked out in your wardrobe picking the same pressed and virgin white loungewear. Once dressed you finally stepped back into your room, collapsing back onto your bed. You let your mind go into autopilot as your hands brushed through your damp locks.

“Would you like your food brought to you, Hina-san?” Tomie said.

You shook your head as you set the towel beside you, “not hungry. I’ll be in my chair.”

You walked out of your room, entering the towering hallway that led to the other connected room and eventually the living parlor (never once used as intended) that led onto the remotely operated elevator. The first servant stood at her post directly beside your door. She bowed deeply, greeting your softly. Her uniform was simple and reminiscent of a traditional style. You bowed your head out of respect.

“Thank you, I’ll be in my den,” you said.

The young woman stood to her height, her expression concerned. You were beginning to get tired of this look.

“Will you not be enjoying your breakfast, Hina-san?” she asked.

You smiled gently, trying to ease the young woman’s worry. You couldn’t blame the difficult job that was handed. Getting to this position was not an easy feat. Saburo was a fickle man who craved nothing but perfection, something that wasn’t lost on the personnel he hired.

“Yumi-san, please don’t worry about it,” you smiled.

Yumi smiled childishly and nodded. You headed down the steps until your reached the below level. You stepped through the automatic clear door into a netrunning den. The walls were lined with countless state of the art servers, the wires stemming like tentacles from them only for them to meet in the center of the room where you chair lie. You sighed, an invisible weight lifting off your shoulders as you stepped deeper into your den. Your hand glided across the white leather of your chair before climbing on. You settled into the leather with a sigh, grabbing the large port that would be your entrance into the net. You move your hair over your shoulder before plugging in, your optics lighting up like a Christmas tree. You relaxed back into the chair, eyes flickering over the data flooding your brain. Perhaps at one time the amount of sheer data held by the entirety of The Net, worldwide, would have been too much to handle -- but you weren’t any normal run of the netrunner. You were the best.

“Ok, see you on the other side, Tomie,” you sighed, eyes falling closed.

“Enjoy your trip, Hina-san.”

Your vision bloomed into pure white, blinding you. For a moment, it felt as if you were falling through cool water, the feeling completely enveloping your being. For a moment, it felt like you would be falling forever before the feeling stopped abruptly. The hum of the net vibrated against you as you finally opened your eyes. Before laid a field of darkness gently illuminated by grids of blue and white light. You looked over your virtual avatar materialized in your space, finding the only difference being your white netrunning jumper. The silence was threatened by the hum of the never ceasing net, which you were well aware was the voices of millions of people scattered across the globe. In the beginning, having access to such a delicate and ruthless place as the net was thrilling. For a while you found pleasure hacking into rival corporations like Millitech or Biotechica, but even this became too easy. Too boring. Not even slithering past the NUSA’s best netrunners brought suspense. It was all too easy.

“Tomie, where are you?” Your voice glitched and echoed in the endless chamber.

In a blink, Tomie’s digital body materializes beside you, her tall frame donning a traditional yukata with her hair tied neatly in a bun.

“I’m here, Hina-san,” she smiles politely.

You smile back at her before waving your hand, selecting a direct strand of the net, its glow illuminating the space around. Your fingers tinkered with, threading through the threads of light and combing out any discrepancies and viruses with ease.

“And how is the Arasaka estate doing today?” Tomie asked, peering over your shoulder.

“Well…” You spread your arms apart, the column of light growing to surround you both comfortably.

Your finger dreamed against your lip as you peered over the collected abstracts that held all secrets and deals of Arasaka. Everything that was Arasaka lied right in front of you, your duty to protect it at all costs.

“Hm, same old things,” you sigh, crossing your arms, “Millitech rearing its head again -- honestly, what could they possibly wish to achieve.”

“Possibly another Corp War for them to benefit from?” Tomie answered.

You sighed, your eyes narrowing in a red speck of flickering light. You curled your fingers toward yourself, the red speck instantly falling in front of your eye.

“How interesting,” you murmur as you inspect the little virus closer.

“What is it?”

“It seems that NetWatch has thrown a little interest toward Arasaka,” your brow furrowed. “It looks like a simple recon virus, I want to believe that they wish to keep Arasaka in check.”

“Hm, how arrogant,” Tomie frowned. “Will we retaliate?”

You took the small speck between your fingers before crushing it between them.

“There’s no use, report this to my uncle’s assistants,” you said with a sigh, restricting the Arasaka database back to a single strand of light. “Tomie, I think I’ll be here for a moment, I’ll call for you later.”

“Yes, but I should inform you about-”

“No appointments or lessons today, remember?” You smile gently urging the AI to simply nod and disappear into the nether.

Once you knew you were alone, you let out a sigh as you looked out into the endless chamber. Your mind settled into your usual routine, preparing to do a thorough sweep of all of Arasaka’s servers and protected data, when you heard something that shouldn’t have been. A voice. Your brow furrowed and you came to stop. Your tuned your ears to listen, only to find the same familiar silence. You shook your head.

“Maybe a rogue AI hiding somewhere, I-”

But there it was again. But this time it wasn’t a whisper, it was a shout. It ripped through cyberspace, shaking you. You gasped as you looked around to see that the space around you rippled and shook from the sound.

“What is this?” You wondered.

Your eyes squinted as you peered into the depths of the Net, hearing the static humming begin to get louder and louder. Scanning the disturbance, you detected the noise was coming from within the Arasaka security servers. Typically such servers were quiet, something that the other netrunners were mainly in charge of since it was typically more local problems that were easily snuffed out. But this was different.

Your eyes narrowed as the endless space began to move past you, speeding through the Net and hurtling toward the noise. The noise became louder and louder the closer you came until finally the shouting and buzzing was deafening. You stopped with a gasp before a glowing red strand that pulsated in rage. It looked almost…alive. That’s not possible, you thought. The noise was almost overwhelming, completely taking over the space around you. Hesitantly you reach out for the strand, flinching at the moment your fingertips brushed against the digital cord, media burst out from it. Your eyes widened in shock as numerous screens appeared around you, the source of the noise becoming clear.

You twirled around, looking at all the screens in bewilderment.

“What’s going on?” You spoke to yourself.

Your gaze stopped on a particular screen. Quickly scanning it, you deciphered it as security footage of an angry mob of people congregating in front of a barricade held up by Arasaka men. The mob had destroyed the front of the building, small fires littered across the crowd.

“Death to Corps!”

“Arasaka is the real terrorists!”

Your heart dropped. They were angry - no, they were vengeful.

“Tomie?” You shouted over the video.

“Yes, Hina-san?”

“Where is this?” You said, your eyes never leaving the screen.

“This is Arasaka Tower, located in Night City of Pacific Coast, North America.”

You swiped away the screen, bringing up another. You listened to their chants, all calling for the end of corporations, but Arasaka specifically.

“Why the anger?” You wondered cluelessly. “I don’t understand, Uncle said that because of our position there, Night City has been able to remain free from the NUSA. So why?”

“There is no use in ever understanding the human condition, especially its relationship with anger and vengeance,” Tomie bodiless voice said.

You shook your head. You couldn’t understand why Tomie was being so cryptic all of sudden. Of course you knew that Arasaka had its enemies, clear by the daily nuisances of the other corps, but you never knew there was this much…hatred. But there was a voice that was the loudest amongst the crowd. Just one. You scanned and searched for who the voice belonged to until you finally found them. Your eyes widened in wonder when you looked over the man. Because that’s all he was, a man. His hair long and shaggy and his eyes obscured by gold rimmed aviators. He wore a bullet proof vest and held a guitar strapped to his back. A guitar?

“Yes, it seems to be of the older variety,” Tomie said.

The man shouted into a megaphone, the crowd echoing his chants. For all extensive purposes, it seemed that this single man had rallied all of these people for this cause. A cause you still were struggling to wrap your head around. You found yourself studying the man closer, partially listening to his hurtful chants. As you watched you couldn’t help but wonder who this man was.

“Tomie-”

A searing white light obliterated everything around you as you were pulled out from the Net. Your bio eyes snapped open in shock, beads of sweat rolling down your brow. As your optics flickered back into frame your den became clear. There was a figure stood over you, blocking out the harsh fluorescent lights. Your chest heaved as the all too familiar voice reminded you just where you were.

“Were you not expecting me, my dear?”

You gulped as you saw your reflection in his glasses.

“Uncle…”

///Memory shard complete…awaiting/transmission…///[ERROR] - MEMORY LOST///

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[partyofwords]

Older Sister Yamada ~ *Ichiro Yamada*

Summary: Ever since you've started dating Ichiro, you've taken on the role of older sister of the Yamada Brothers. Each night is crazy, but it's times like this that makes you happy to have that role.

Pairing: Yamada Ichiro X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 830

Warning: double entendre, making out, gets steamy towards the end.

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Upon entering their apartment, the two younger Yamada brothers were greeted with the smell of food. Jiro could feel his mouth water and Saburo closed his eyes and hummed in delight. It seemed their oldest brother was making dinner already. Which was good, as they were both starving.

“It smells amazing, Nii-chan.” Jiro called out, dropping his backpack off at the door.

Both brothers were surprised to see you peak around the corner with a cheerful smile. “I’m happy to hear it, Jiro. Ichiro stepped out for a minute, but he should be back soon. Dinner’s not ready yet, so the two of you have time to get started on your homework.”

“Ah, what?” Jiro whined, which made Saburo laugh.

“You need all the help you can, so you better get to work.”

“HUH? WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!”

“HEY!” You pointed the spoon you were cooking at them threateningly. “If you two are just going to cause trouble, you can take it outside. I just cleaned this place.”

Both boys dropped their fists and hung their heads. “We’re sorry.”

“Mhmm.” You tsked under your breath before returning to the stove. “Dinner should be ready to go in about twenty minutes. Ichiro should be back around that time, so let’s see how much you can get done in that time. Whoever gets the most work done will get extra dessert.”

That seemed to satisfy them both as they scrambled to get out their homework and get to work. You kept a chuckle to yourself as you continued cooking. It seemed the bargaining strategies you also used with Ichiro seemed to work with his brothers as well. You’d have to save this information for later so you could exploit the hell out of it.

As the twenty minutes passed by, you’d occasionally have to scold the boys for bickering too loudly, but it went pretty smoothly. Dinner smelled divine and you were ready to dish it out when the door to the apartment opened again.

“Ichi-nii! I got all of my homework done faster than Jiro!” Saburo called out to his oldest brother.

“HEY!” Jiro shot back at him. “I got all of my homework done too!”

“Not as fast as me. That means I’ll get more dessert tonight!”

“LIKE HELL!”

“WANNA PUT YOUR MONEY WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS?!”

“GUYS!” Ichiro finally shouted over the two of them before sighing. “I’m proud of you both for getting your work done so quickly. But what do you mean extra dessert tonight?”

Saburo pointed to the kitchen, where you were finishing up dinner. “Y/n said.”

You weren’t really paying attention to the brothers behind you, which is why you jumped when you felt Ichiro hug you from behind, placing his head on your shoulder.

“Smells good, babe.”

“Good, I’m glad. If you want to help me serve it, I’ll give you some extra dessert tonight as well.”

He hummed against your shoulder, understanding your double entendre. “You always know exactly what to say. When the boys are in bed tonight, I’ll take that dessert.”

“Get a room, you two!” Jiro groaned.

You felt Ichiro tense against you and you laughed. “Don’t tell me the great Yamada Ichiro is embarrassed about a little playful teasing!”

“Shut up.”

“Alright, alright. Dinner is getting cold. So let’s eat!” 

Pulling away from Ichiro, you handed a plate to Saburo. Ichiro grabbed Jiro’s plate and the four of you ate together at the small kitchen table. Conversation came easy, as you all talked about your days and the new anime that was coming out in less than a month that all three boys were excited to start watching. Jiro was annoyed to see Saburo get his extra dessert, but you managed to sneak him some more when he flashed some pleading eyes. Ichiro winked at you but kept his mouth shut. 

Anyone outside looking in would think the four of you made a perfect family. And it was nights like this that made you believe the same. It really was the perfect night.

After watching some TV with the boys, Ichiro shooed Jiro and Saburo to bed. Of course they complained, but you simply told them that if they stayed, they’d have to watch you and Ichiro snuggle together. That easily got them off to bed without further delay.

When Ichiro was sure they wouldn’t be coming out anytime soon, he hovered over you. “So, about that extra dessert?”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re insatiable.”

“And you promised.”

“I suppose I did.” You pressed a kiss to his lips. “But I gotta say, tonight was the perfect night.”

He hummed against your lips, holding you close. “You’re right. Days like this, I think you’d be the perfect older sister to Jiro and Saburo.”

You chuckled. “Slow down, Ichi. Put a ring on it first and then we can talk about being the older sister to your brothers.”

“I intend to, someday.” He mumbled.

“I can’t wait for someday.”

[mystic-poison]

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Day 4: Apple Picking

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Characters: Ichiro, Jiro, Saburo and Poison (me)

Special guest: Rei

Relationship: Adoptive Sons

Warning: Spoilers for Hypmic

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Fall is Poison's favorite time of the year. The weather gets cooler, but it's not too cold to wear. It was the time for pumpkin spice lattes and apple cider donuts. It was the time for the leaves to turn colors, horror movie marathons, pumpkin patches, apple picking, and, of course, Halloween. The best holiday in Poison's option.

Poison usually goes apple picking every year, and this year, they were glad to share this experience with the Yamada family. Originally, this little trip was just going to be Poison and the Yamada brothers. They were like her sons, and they wanted to do something fun with them on their day off. But plans changed when Rei asked to go as well. This was a rather... shocking ask since Rei never asked to ta along when Poison took the boys somewhere. They asked the brothers if it was okay, and they agreed. After 3 weeks of much thought. They were aware their dad was trying to be better and get back into their lives through Poison. At least until Rei felt comfortable to ask to spend father son time with the brothers on his own. There was clearly some tension between them and they used Poison as a buffer. (Which they didn't mind)

So, one weekend, the Poison took the Yamada family apple picking. They decided to make a whole day out of it. They got coffee and breakfast together in the morning, and by the afternoon, they had made it to the orchard.

"There's trees for miles." Jiro hopped out of the car and stretched his arms.

"It's says the orchard holds 27 different apple speices here. It looks like we camd at the right time. All 27 are in season right now, so we have a huge variety to choose from" Saburo followed behind Jiro out the car.

"All I care about are the sour green apples" Jiro smirked.

"Granny Smiths" Saburo corrected.

"Who?"

"Those green apples are called Granny Smiths."

"Yeah, sour green apples"

"Granny Smith"

"We're saying the same thing"

"No. That's not the name of the apple. It's called Granny Smith. Plus, they're tart. Not sour"

"Nerd"

"Idiot"

Ichiro got out the car as well and put his arm around his brothers shoulders. "Come on guys, stop arguing. This is supposed to be fun. Plus, we don't want to embarrass mom"

"Every time you say that I can feel my knees giving out more and more" Poison closed the car door and frowned, making Ichiro laugh.

Rei sighed, locking the car. He handed Poison their bag. "At least they don't call you old man"

"Come on, old man! The lines are getting long!" Jiro was already walking ahead, clearly excited to start the day.

"See" Rei sighed and put his sunglasses back on.

"You are an old man though" Poison chuckled. "Plus, at least they're not calling you Rei anymore."

Rei knew Poison had a point. For the longest, the boy would call him Rei or Mr. Ayamada. But after Poison came into the picture and Rei started trying to be a good dad again, the boys started calling him Old Man. Rei knew it would be a long time before they start calling him dad again, but just the acknowledgement felt good.

Rei and Poison soon caught up with the brothers. Rei paid for their wrist bands, they were given baskets and they got onto the hay ride to get to the field of apple trees. Jiro was bouncing in his seat. He had never done something like this before and was ready for a good time. His eyes sparkled at the tree that held red, yellow and green apples in them.

"Each orchard is labeled with the name of the apples. And the tractors come every 10 minutes to take you to the next. So which ones do we wanna go to?" Saburo showed the group a map of the orchard. "I want to try the Jonagold ones. These are supposed to be sweet and tart"

"Which ones are good for baking?" Ichiro glanced at the map.

"Jiro wants Granny Smiths, so maybe Suncrisp. These are sweet, tart, and have a floral taste to it. If that's not what you're looking for, they have Myra Fuji apples. They're all right next to each other so we can even walk to each one if we want" Saburo pointed on the map.

Jiro peeked at the map. "It also says the best ones are closer to the top. Looks like we gotta climb on each other's shoulders to get them"

"You are not getting on my shoulders" Saburo rolled his eyes.

"You are such a buzzkill" Jiro groaned. "Big bro, can I climb in your shoulders to get the apples I want?"

Ichiro shrugged but smiled "Yeah sure. But either way we have to stop at the last orchard. Those have Melrose apples. Those are Poison's favorite"

"Awww, you remember my favorite." Poison smiled.

Ichiro smiled. "You said those are the ones you use to make those tarts to madr me for my birthday. Of course I remember"

"I guess I'll make them again."

The tractor soon came to a stop at the Granny Smith orchard. The group got off and went to explore. Jiro was the first to run up to a tree, looking for the perfect apple. Poison followed behind him.

"Do you see one yet?" Jiro asked.

"What does a perfect green apples look like?" Poison asked.

"It has the perfect shade of green, it big and round, it does have any spots on it. Trust me, you'll know it when you see it" Jiro soon gasped, pointing at one of the tree. "There!"

He pointed to a green apple that was front and center of the tree.

"Is that the perfect apple?" Poison asked.

"Yes! And I need it"

Jiro gave Poison his basket before going up to the tree. He tried reach up to get it but failed. He thought for a moment, taking off his hat to try and use it to get the apple down. But he was still short off. Ichiro, Rei, and Saburo was still far back, and he didn't want to wait.

"Do you want me to climb up there and get it for you?" Poison asked.

"Huh? No! You'll get hurt mom" Jiro protest.

Poison rolled their eyes and gave Jiro the baskets. "I'll be fine. Trust me"

Poison rolled up the dress they wore and tied it to the side using a hair tie. They climbed the tree carefully, knowing which branches were safe to put their weight on. They sat down on a branch and pick the apple Jiro wanted.

"Catch!"

Poison dropped the apple, Jiro catching it with his hat before putting it in the basket.

"Yes! Can you get a fee more while you're up there?"

Poison gave him a thumbs up before they started picking more apples and dropping them for Jiro the catch. It was only a matter of time before Rei, Ichiro and Saburo finally caught up with them.

"There you are. You ran so quickly we didn't see what turn you made" Ichiro raised a brow. "You already filled your basket?"

"Yeah! I got the perfect ones too" Jiro answered.

"Where's Poison?" Rei asked.

"Rei! Up here!" Poison called out and waved.

Rei looked up, taking off his sunglasses. He chuckled a bit, a little concerned on how they even got up there.

"Mom! What the hell!? Get down before you get hurt!" Saburo looked up in a small panic.

"I'm fine Saburo. I do this all the time" Poison waved off.

"Get down from there. You'll give the old man a heart attack." Ichiro chuckled.

"Yes, please get down" Rei added.

"Boo! You all are no fun" Jiro groaned.

Poison climb down from the free, fixing the skirt of their dress. Rei sighed in relief, glad they were safe. He sometimes wondered if they were a good influence on the boys, especially Jiro. They feed off each other's stupidity.

Rei watched how Ichiro and Saburo made sure Poison was okay before Jiro dragged them and his brothers away to go to the next orchard. He smiled a bit. Something about their relationship warmed the old man's heart. He could tell the boys really enjoyed having Poison around. The pressure of having to take care of his brothers seemed to be lifted off Ichiro's shoulders. At first, having someone around that was willing offering to take care of him felt unreal to Ichiro. He was use to being the one to take care of himself and his brothers. He was use to being the one his brothers came to for help. But now he had someone to go to if he need help or just hug.

"Old man! Come on!" Ichiro called out.

"I'm coming. I'm coming." Rei fixed his sunglasses before catching up with the others.

The group spent hours running around the orchard, picking apples, and just enjoying each other company. They tried apple cider at one of the pit stops in the middle of the orchard. They raced each other through the corn maze, Saburo and Rei beating the rest quite easily. They walked through the sunflower field, Rei picking one for Poison, and they ended the day off at the fire bit where they ate and made smores together. It was a nice cozy time by the camp fire. Of course some guy brought a guitar, scary stories were being told, and a kid burned their marshmallow to a burnt crisp. So classical camp fire shenanigans

Rei and his sons had stepped away from the campfire to use the bathroom and wash their hands before they headed back home. With the boys gone, this caught the notice of the guy who brought his guitar with him. He saw Poison along and decided to shoot his shot.

And Poison was not interested

"Psst, old man" Ichiro elbowed Rei as he washed his hands. "Look over there"

Rei raised a brow and turned to where Ichiro was pointing. His eyes narrowed seeing the guitar guy failing terribly to flirt with Poison. He could tell Poison was just trying to be nice while showing they weren't interested. But the guy wasn't catching the hints. Or was completely ignoring them.

"The man cannot flirt. He's so bad" Saburo said.

"You call that flirting? I pretty sure Rio can do better than that using roadkill to impress them" Ichiro added.

"I vote go over there and reck his shit" Jiro smirked, cracking his knuckles.

"No, no. I have a better idea." Rei chuckled.

The brothers all raised a brow as they watched Rei take off his fur coat and hand it up on a tree branch. He pick up and basket and filled it with rotten apples. At that point, the brother knew exactly what Rei was planning. Saburo used a branch and Jiro's hat to make a launcher where Ichiro and Jiro placed a rotten apple inside and pulled back.

Rei smirked and took off his sunglasses. "Fire"

Ichiro let go of the branch and the rotten apple was launched right at the guitar guys back. He yelp in a bit of pain as the apple splattered all over the back of his shirt.

"What the hell-"

Another apple was launched, hitting the guy in the back again. The guy turned around with a glare, only to get a rotten apple to the face. Poison covered their mouth to hold in their laugh. The brothers continued to launch rotten apples at the guy at Rei's go. They laughed at the guy as he cried for them to stop, only stopping cause they ran out of apples.

"Wha... who... what the fuck?!" The guy cried.

"That's what you get for flirting with our mom" Saburo walked over to the man, standing over him.

"Flirtings ass!" Jiro added, picking up on last apple the throwing it at him.

"And your guitar playing sucks" Ichiro finished.

"Mom?!" The guy look up at them confused.

"They're taken" Rei walked over to the man and smirked. He looked down at him, looking over how sad and pathetic he looked at the moment. He chuckled before going over to Poison and picking them up, putting them over his shoulder. "This is mine. Catch the hint"

He let out a deep laugh before giving Poison a small smack on the butt. "Oh! Rei!"

"Come on, boys. We're heading home. We still have to make it back in time for our dinner reservations" Rei put his hat on Poison's head before he started walking off.

"Sorry!" Poison waved to the guy as the brothers followed behind, Jiro giving the man the finger. "You guys are so mean."

"We did what we had to do to protect you" Ichiro shrugged.

"He couldn't catch the hint so we helped him" Saburo added.

"His guitar playing really did suck though. It was so worth losing my hat over." Jiro laughed. "It was the old man's idea"

"Rei! You're supposed to be a role model for them!" Poison glared.

"And I did. I thought them what to do when they seen a random man flirt with their mom" Rei smirked.

"We're not even married!"

"He didn't know that"

"Oh my god" Poison sighed but chuckled. They could see how much fun they were having as they launched rotten apples ag the guy. They never seen them not only work together like that, but enjoy it. "Thanks boys. Good job"

"No problem mom" The brothers all smiled.

"Where's my thank you? It was my idea, after all" Rei smirked.

"You'll get your thank you later" Poison answered.

"Oh? Does this thank you invole lip to lip contact"

"Maybe"

Rei smirked again, giving Poison another smack on the butt, making them laugh. "Good, good"

"Gross" Saburo rolled his eyes.

"Okay, put mom down. People are staring" Ichiro said.

"No. Mine" Rei laughed before running off.

"Rei! Be careful!" Poison yelled.

"Get back here, old man!" Jiro ran after him.

"Wait for me!" Saburo followed.

Ichiro smiled and laughed, running after them all well.

~✞~ ~✞~ ~✞~ ~✞~

Selfshiptober promotes creator

Day 4 is done. I wanted to do something different this time. I wanted to write about Rei, but also write about the brothers and how they're my adoptive sons. I always had a headacannon that at some point, Rei tries to get back into his sons lives and be a good dad. So I wanted to play into my headcannon more. So, hopefully, you all likes this

- Poison ✞

[littleeyesofpallas]

Hello! I come from your 2019 post (that I found on a Google search while doing some research) where you "disect" bleach character's names. I also want to create a very meaningful name for my oc, but I have no clue on the language. Do you have any advice on how I could go about this? Google is no help ):

(Im so sorry i started up a draft for this what feels like forever ago and it never quite took solid form and just sat in limbo for a while. Anyway I have a samurai TTRPG campaign I'm trying to piece together and came back to the subject, so it seemed like a good time to try and finish this... )

Oh boy, so I don't really know if i'll actually be much help with this, as I'm not a native speaker so I don't have the ear for Japanese that lets me just intuit when things feel "off" or "unnatural", but I can sort of walk you through some common tropes:

One approach is to take a core word/kanji and work the name out of them, fiddling with suffixes or pronunciations until you get something that "sounds like a name." Given that a lot of anime characters don't actually have "real" names this gives you a lot of wiggle room, but also there are definitely some sensibilities that --again I'm not personally a good enough judge of-- that make certain non-names sound more or less passable than others. This can be a tricky thing to play with, but there are a few shortcuts that might help.

Several suffixes are extremely common in Japanese naming conventions and most of them are gendered. A handful of super common ones are things like....

-ko[子]: "child" but typically denotes a girl's name

-me[女]: "woman/female"

-mi[美]: "beauty/beautiful"

-ne[音] "sound" but implicitly a pleasant one, like a chime or a musical note

-ka[香]: "scent/smell" but again implicitly a pleasant one like flowers, perfumes, or incense

etc...

...for girls. Or for boys, things like...

-rou[郎]: "son"

-tarou[太郎]: "big/thick/fat son" (implying he's health/plump/robust, not obese)

-suke[佑]: "help(er)/assist(ant)" but more colloquially just denotes one who facilitates the appended thing.

-suke[助] actually a homonym/synonym for the above.

-maru[丸] lit. meaning "circle" or "whole/full/complete" (kind of functions as just "...one" in the English sense? Like the meaning "One who is XYZ" might comparably be rendered XYZmaru.)

-emon[衛門]: "defense gate" but it has a distinctly old-fashioned sound to it, and kind of evokes samurai or yakuza depending on the era.

Attached to these are a few other sort of commonalities. Ichiro[一郎], Jiro[二郎], Saburo[三郎], Shiro[四郎], Goro[五郎], etc... are common boys names that are just a # and "son" indicating order of birth...

[edit]: okay no I super underestimated how stupid long this post was gonna look in Tumblr format... Cutting here for length, more under the cut

...the -suke:"assistant" suffix is often appended to aspirational traits or values, sort of like how English Puritans had a habit of naming kids English words like, Charity, Temperance, Faith, Credence, Prudence, etc... albeit without the background radiation of the cultural baggage of the Puritans.

But these suffixes are also often used to make unique fantasy names that are pretty distinctly not real names historically. In Shaman King, the ghost of a samurai named Amidamaru[阿弥陀丸] is just the suffix -maru[丸] slapped onto Amida[阿弥陀], the Japanese name for Amitabha[अमिताभ] the Buddha. This is absolutely not a name any real person has, but in the context of the manga you wouldn't expect to question it, although it sounds a tad silly. -maru specifically is also a common name-ifying suffix for nonhuman names, things like naval ships and swords often get names that are distinctly not human passing, but still very overtly "namey" names.

Incidentally it should be kept in mind that depending on the sort of characters and settings you're dealing with there are certain restrictions that you might want to consider. For example, the real world Japanese Ministry of Justice has maintained a list of Jinmeiyo kanji[人名用漢字] since the 1950s which dictate which kanji are permissible in the legal documenting of a person's name. For the most part this is to prevent weird or stupid rude or inauspicious names; you cannot for example name a newborn something with the kanji for death[死] or shit[糞]. But plenty of anime characters absolutely do not abide by this.

Otherwise there are some common conventions you can turn to with anime in particular, as again there is a certain affordance for nonsense.

Names with obvious color associations are super common, often by proxy of Super Sentai as a franchise and derived tropes. This can apply to either given names or surnames, and often are worked in as puns rather than kanji specific readings.

aka[赤] red

ao[青] blue

ki[黄] yellow

ha/hakku/shiro[白] white

kuro[黒] black/dark

kin/kane[金] gold

gin/shirogane[銀] silver

momo[桃] pink, but literally "peach" as momoiro[桃色]: pink color(ed)" is literally "peach colored"

which brings me to another point: Japanese names refer very heavily to plants and flowers specifically. Most common flowering plants, be they cultivated for lumber, decorative flowers, or food have some notable presence in Japanese naming conventions and can be pretty readily turned to. These tend to be predominantly girl's names either alone or as a root, but not exclusively,

sakura[桜] cherry

tsubaki[椿] camellia

azami[薊] thistle

ayame[菖蒲] iris

sumire[菫] violet

kiku[菊] chrysanthemum

etc... (although not all of these can function as names on their own without some appended suffix/prefix) But also a wide wide array of other regionally specific and seemingly more obtuse plant names pop up all the time. Also, while flowering/fruit bearing plants are very commonly evoked for their beauty as girls' names, there is also hanakotoba[花言葉] the japanese flower language, which can be a quick reference for what features might be evoked by specific flowers more generally, and for both boys and girls.

Oh and a few more general terms also show up in a lot of names, ha/ba/wa[葉]:"leaf" in names like futaba[双葉]: "Twin leaf"; [梢]: "Treetop/tip(of a branch)" [枝]: "Branch", [幹]:"(tree)trunk," etc... Not all plants as names or nonspecific plant related terms are as flashy or romantic as you might expect.

Animals are also a popular motif, but I won't get into those because that's just an endless list of like every animal... You can probably think of some really obvious ones just off the top of your head though.

Typically they stick to very general types or families of animal and of course those most obviously native to Japan, or else those with names borrowed from Chinese, both for the real and the mythic. In fantasy settings these may be evoked directly, but more realistic settings may opt to reference more menacing or otherwise less dignified animals(vermin especially) only through puns/homophones.

Domesticated animals or those with virtuous/valorous associations would be easier to accept at a glance, real or not, while those with overt negative characterizations might be a little campy. (I actually totally forgot but Hiruma[蛭魔] in Eyeshield doesn't actually "evoke" the word for leech phonetically, it just straight up IS the kanji for leech in his name. [蛭]:"Leech" + [魔]:"Demon/EvilSpirit" in fact. Like, for every test he ever took all middle/high school he just signed "LeechDemon" at the top. Neither of those are legally approved jinmeiyo kanji in the real world of course.)

Also worth noting as an extra layer in all these considerations, is that most common Japanese names will probably average 2 or 3 characters, maybe 4. A handful of names are single kanji and as you'd expect are thus very straight forward in their meaning. 5 or more kanji to a name certainly aren't impossible but they can be unusual, and I feel like they tend to appear as older, outdated, and samurai-esque names, if not just weird or ostentatiously silly.

(for example, in Bleach, Marechiyo's whole family shares the root Mare[希] and as each family member is introduced the names kind of escalate in silliness, until we get the younger son, Marejirousaburou[希次郎三郎] which even comically uses the -rou[郎]:"son" bit twice. His name literally reads as "Rare NextSon Third Son." It sounds very stupid and kind of pegs him as a spoiled rich kid. I guess in a way we sort of have a similar cliche in English about rich kids from stuffy old money having multiple middle names and "Jr." or some roman numeral tacked on.)

Rather famously there is just a random living businessman in Japanese whose given name is Taroukizaemonnoshoutokinori[太郎喜左衛門将時能] which might more readably be broken down as Tarou-kizaemon-no-shoutokinori. Written this way you might notice that basically each individual section could itself be a name by itself.

There is also supposedly some record of a meiji era citizen registered under the name Egawafujifumishigozaemon’nosuketarō[江川富士一二三四五左衛門助太郎], Egawa-fuji-i-fu-mi-shi-go-zaemon-no-suke-tarou. You may note that thoes are like 3 separate nameifying suffixes just slapped onto the end there(-zaemon, -suke, and -tarou) and the middle bit is just "1,2,3,4,5." So as I said the tendency for super long names is a distinctly silly tone.

Once again there is a distinctive kind of aesthetic or familiarity to long names that someone who knows better than me can definitely just kind of tell when a long assemblage of kanji and syllables just does not sound like a name. No advice for how to sus this out yourself, it's kind of just a matter of prolonged exposure.

On the flip side of things, it's entirely possible to write names with no kanji at all. For example, despite the very obvious evocation of cherryblossoms in Sakura's name in Naruto, her name is just written SA-KU-RA[サクラ]. If you just like the way an existing name sounds and don't want to risk implying other meanings that picking a random existing kanji writing might, you can in fact just opt out of it. It'll still carry some connotations but it at least won't look like you were trying to hone in on one reading in particular.

In some cases I also think it's just a common practice for media aimed at elementary school kids, as it foregoes excluding anyone on the basis of their reading level, where as you're less likely to see this kind of thing in manga aimed at, say, young adults.

So after hacking our way through all that... the other approach is to take a real existing Japanese name's phonetics, and find kanji that can serve as a homonym to the more conventional root in the name.

So, for example, the name Tanjirou is a real name, but it's written any of a few ways, including [丹士郎]: "Rust-Colored Samurai Son," [丹次郎]: "Rust-Colored Next Son," and [丹治郎]: "Rust-colored Peace(&order) Son," but in Demon Slayer the protagonist's name is Tanjirou[炭治郎]: "Charcoal Peace(&order) Son" alluding to his family's job as charcoal artisans and his affinity for the fire and sun elements by swapping in an unusual character with the same pronunciation. (the "peace and order" part probably referring to like a governor being a peace keeper which makes it a partial synonym with "samurai" as a part of the ruling class)

Does that all make sense? I can't tell how easy to follow any of this is for someone without a kind of cursory familiarity with this stuff...

And then surnames... I don't want to get into this oneb bcause it's just too damn big. but they do tend to follow some pretty familiar conventions used in the west. Locational surnames are common, denoting landmarks:

yama[山]: Mountain

kawa/-gawa[川]: River

mori[森]: forest

tani[谷]: valley

ta/-da[田]: field

mura[村]: village

etc... Some also reference manmade landmarks like towers, temples, bridges, wells, marketplaces, etc... Or even more general elements like "stone" or "tree" without pointing to an actual singular and specific object in the landscape. These kinds of root words can then be modified by adjectives like colors, size/dimension, cardinal directions, (one of)twins, and very often eachother. (i.e. Yamada[山田], Yamamura[山村] Kawamura[川村], Yamagawa[山川], Tamura[田村], Kawada[川田], etc...) I don't really know how to cleanly or neatly break these kinds of things down into easily referenced categories... It's just kind of a broad range of things that can be applied, and that's just in regards to real names, the realm of fantasy settings, even mundane ones, opens things up substantially.

But unlike a lot of western languages, there aren't actually a whole lot of occupational surnames. i.e. things like Smith, Baker, Carpenter, Mason, Miller, etc...

(and... uh... I'm not getting into kira kira names... that's a whole other can of worms and a very modern/recent issue, and I dunno that I know enough to really comment on it meaningfully. you can google it though and you'll find stuff even in english discussing it in some detail.)

Oh and of course the last "method" is just that some creators will just straight up lift their character names from other characters entirely. Like, in Naruto Jiraiya, Tsunade, and Orochimaru are all just the names of the characters in the 19th century folktale Katakiuchi Kidan Jiraiya Monogatari[報仇奇談自来也説話]. Like the names don't have any directly evoked meaning based on how they're written, they're just direct reference to the themes and motifs of preexisting characters. Same way Sasuke's name is just lifted from Sarutobi Sasuke[猿飛佐助], popular turn of the century fictional ninja hero.

I'll be honest, I'm not a fan of this one. It tends to feel flimsy and shitty. The only exception being those characters that are actual in-world evocations of historical characters/figures, like Ishikawa Goemon XIII, in Lupin III, just straight up being a descendent of the legendary Ishikawa Goemon. Although in Eyeshield 21 Takekura Gen has a cool one where the name Takekura[武蔵] is written the same as Musashi[武蔵], and so he's given it as a nickname and given a reputation and motif evoking the samurai Miyamoto Musashi.

Anyway that was a lot of blustering about just to get to the point now where I can say: This all is extremely incomplete/unexhaustive, and of questionable real practical use to anyone as a guide to actually making up new names for a sort of anime/manga type setting. This really turned out to be less of a guide and more like a laundry list of just loosely adjoined/adjacent observations: Less a guide to bowling and more just a pair of bumpers to put in the gutters to help guide otherwise still utterly untrained attempts at success. It's as much as I can really muster in this regard.

[pinkyjulien]

Okay now I'm gonna jump on the bandwagon of the prev ask about Valentin's and Mitch's first meeting 👀 how does his story continue with Takemura (if at all?) Does he track Valentin down, and how, or is what follows immediately after being saved and stable again also diverging from canon? (I just love the image of Goro showing up all dusty and exasperated at the nomad's camp like "There you are!! Fucking finally!" XD)

AAAAAHHH FHF Eating you UwU

They DO meet up properly eventually! 👀 (more old screenshots being used to illustrate here hfhf)

After getting his bullet extracted, Val stayed a couple of days at camp; he couldnt really do much in his state, plus the caldos wouldnt just simply let him go like that

Mitch and Scorp were keepin an eye on him, they were responsible of him after all; if Val turned out to be a danger to the clan, they would've finished the job, succeeding where Dex failed

Val eventually woke up, and he was asked a couple of basic, straight forward question by Mitch; his name, where he's from, and what happened. Val didnt lie, but he also didnt mention the whole -arasaka- thing. He might be a gonk, but he's not dumb; saying that his failed gig was an heist on Arasaka, when every radios and tv stations been blasting about Saburo's death for the path days wouldnt be a smart move fhksjgj

It was all over the news- and Dex probably left Night City too (< at that time he wasnt aware Takemura killed him yet. Dex took Goro to the dump, only to find it completly empty. He got popped before he could swear he left him here hfjd)

Infos and Rumors goes around extremely fast in NC, especially between fixers, so Dexter departure/disappearance and Saburos death wasnt a coincidence at all; so was Jackie's and Valentin's potential death. (Jackie being confirmed dead cause he sent his body to his fam, but people had no idea where Val was)

He had to get back to NC, to Viktor, Misty- his friends, the only people he had left over there

That night at camp, Valentin experienced the Johnny Night TM; of course, he freaked out, screaming and talking "to himself" - Ripper wasnt far, knew the screams where coming from the nursery and quickly gave injected him some tranquilizer

In the morning, not sure whatever happened was a dream or not, he asked Mitch and Scorp (not friends yet, but the only guys he knew around) if someone could drive him back to NC- Dakota was still around and since she had to go back to her Garage soon, he could tag along and she'd get one of her guy to drive him to Vik's

During the drive, he explained to Dakota what happened, from the heist, the relic, Jackie- ans the weird dreams he's been getting (she's like a mother figure to him, a trusted friend)

She didnt liked any of that and pressed him to get checked properly asap, hoping this might be a virus that can get easily wiped out

Once at Vik, everyone was happy and relieved to see him alive "and well", but it quickly changed when Viktor took a closer look, obviously

He also mentioned that a guy, kinda sus looking, came in looking for him the day before. Said he could help him if he ever show up. (Takemura is a resourceful guy, I'm pretty sure he could pin down V's main ripperdoc to ask questions- and Viktor, knowing that Jackie did die, would trust Takemura's story and information since it correlate with what Vik knows)

So they make contact and eventually meet up at Tom's Diner like the canon timeline 👁👄👁

Despite all the years its still a ROUGH MAP AND TIMELINE FHJSJF that I really need to properly put down 💀💀 BUT YEAH FHDJ

Thank you friendo for the ask!! 🤗🧡🧡

[elvenbeard]

trembling hands!!

Trembling Hands

(this was from the micro story prompts, but I'd been aching to write this scene for a while, and this was the perfect prompt for it. thank you for enabling me XD)

Something hadn’t been sitting quite right with Kerry all night. He was on the sofa, absentmindedly strumming his guitar. It had been a while since he’d felt as good about doing just that to wind down after a long day, but today it just wasn’t cutting it for some reason. The nagging thoughts that kept him awake were louder.

V had said everything was fine… he’d sounded weird at first, yes, but he had a lot on his plate at the moment. No surprise he was a little out of it. Also, why would he lie? Just to not worry him? No one else had ever felt the necessity to try to protect Kerry’s feelings like this.

But then again… V was different. Different from most people Kerry had ever dealt with. Surely, he would have said something, anything… After all, he’d promised to call if something new came up with Arasaka, good or bad.

 It struck Kerry like lightning. Yeah, that’s what this had been about. And whatever it was, it had been so bad, he hadn’t been able to spit it out…

Kerry cursed and put his guitar down, simultaneously pulling up V’s number on his holo. As it was still ringing, he got up from the sofa and began pacing through his empty villa that felt particularly quiet tonight without V here.

“This is V,” the voicemail answered, and Kerry’s heart sank, “Leave your contact info, I’ll get back to you asap.”

“V, can you please call me back like, right now? I’m kinda worried,” Kerry replied as he absentmindedly walked upstairs, still no particular goal in mind apart from moving around. He hung up and looked out of the windows facing east. The very first thing that caught his eye in the night sky was a heavy AV just leaving the Arasaka’s estate up the hill. Kerry wasn’t sure if it had brought or picked someone up, but as such this kind of movement wasn’t that much out of the usual. Ever since old Saburo had kicked the bucket, their little hideout here had been as busy as never before. People, vehicles, AVs coming and going all day round. But still, in this moment, it increased Kerry’s uneasiness. He quickly turned around and dashed to the opposite side of the upper living room, keeping an eye on the sky for the AV. But it was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he’d missed it, or it had taken a different route than he’d expected it to. His eyes wandered along Night City’s skyline to Downtown, where the rooftop of Arasaka Tower was only just visible. He stared at it intensely for a good couple of minutes, thoughts racing. But the sky over the city center was not any busier than every other night. Maybe… everything was fine. He was probably panicking for no reason, starting to see things…

“Argh, fuck it,” he hissed and decided to call V again, but again he only reached the voicemail. There were a million reasons why he didn’t pick up. Maybe he was busy with an impromptu late-night gig, maybe he was in the middle of an important conversation… Hell, maybe he was sitting on the shitter with food poisoning. He’d call him back any moment for sure, they’d have a good laugh about Kerry’s paranoia, and Kerry could finally catch some Z’s.

It was after midnight already. Minutes passed, but V’s call didn’t come. Kerry scolded himself for not realizing sooner that something had been off, for not being more insistent, asking him to swing by later…

He stared out of the window again, to the tower, a little while longer. 50 years ago, he’d known what Johnny had been up to – no details, obviously, they barely talked at that time without it derailing into a shouting match. But he’d known him long and well enough to make a good guess where he was headed with Rogue when they left, with the big farewell gesture and speech and everything. Johnny hadn’t expected to come back, and Kerry hadn’t run after him because he’d known it wouldn’t have made any difference. He’d been more than ten years late trying to prevent Johnny from doing something stupid… part of him had always regretted not trying harder, punching some sense into him. But he’d also regretted not going after him, stopping him from throwing his life away for something he couldn’t change.

V's situation was different though, completely… Sure, he didn’t have warm feelings for Arasaka either, but he didn’t have a personal vendetta to complete. And yet, with Johnny in his head, who knew what ideas he’d given him about solving the Relic-problem, especially if they’d received bad news from Hanako…

Kerry was like frozen in place, in fear even of what might have happened without him knowing. He couldn’t do this again... He’d lost Johnny before, and he had accepted that he’d have to lose him once more if it meant keeping V. But the thought of potentially losing them both, and again not daring to at least try to do anything about it…

He unglued himself from the window, ran down the stairs and out the backdoor. Everything was a blur until his Rayfield emerged from the tunnel leading up to the highest portion of North Oak. The winding road took him to the entrance of the Arasaka estate. He slowed down, pulled over, and tried to analyze what he was seeing, but honestly… all was normal. No private army, no unusual number of vehicles or people or anything really… In fact, the estate seemed very, almost too empty. Kerry shivered. Had someone given them a reason to fuck off in a hush-hush operation, maybe? He could only guess though, and since he had no intentions of ringing their doorbell to ask, he stepped back on the gas and took off.

Grasping the steering wheel with all his might to stop his hands from shaking he left behind Japantown’s rainbow of lights and entered the sleek wide boulevard that led to the heart of the city. The perpetually circling holographic koi fish of Corpo Plaza were visible from afar already, but Kerry kept looking up to Arasaka Tower in search of… what? He wasn’t sure. All the way there he expected the whole damn thing to go up in flames.

So late at night, Corpo Plaza shouldn’t have been particularly busy. As he got closer though, Kerry finally got the confirmation he’d been looking for that something was not right. The turning lane that would have brought him to the tower’s main entrance was blocked off by a large NCPD truck, orange flashing lights burning in Kerry’s strained eyes.

“Keep going!” a cop ordered over loudspeakers, and Kerry sped up only just enough to not raise eyebrows, catching a brief glimpse of the tower’s entrance as he switched back onto the main lane. A minotaur mech or two were guarding the area, as well as some people, cops maybe… or Arasaka soldiers? Kerry floored it, zooming through the underpass below the plaza and switched to the left lane. At the first chance he made a U-turn and suddenly found himself surrounded, not by police cars, but mobile units of all the big news stations headed to Arasaka HQ like the vultures they were. The roundabout below was beginning to fill with medias, police cars trying and failing to maintain order, and then just some curious bystanders all trying to get a glimpse at whatever was going on.

“Fuck, V, what have you done,” Kerry hissed, only just squeezing his car that was way too big for maneuvers like this past the traffic jam. He was convinced this had to do with V and Johnny. It just had to.

He had no clue what he was supposed to do now, but he knew he had to get away from this crowd as a start. About a half circle around the roundabout later he passed under the bridge connecting the central pedestrian area to Arasaka Tower. He managed another brief glimpse at the mechs posted there. He’d feared to spot Adam Smasher among them, but thankfully he was nowhere to be seen.

There was a portion of the roundabout that was still relatively free of cars and people. Kerry pulled over, then attempted to call V again. Nothing, no response, only the voicemail after 20 seconds or so. He slammed his hands on the steering wheel.

“Fuck!”

Then he turned to look out the window. He realized they’d been here, almost in this exact spot, not too long ago. It wasn’t really a decent parking spot, but there was a half-hidden stairwell leading upwards to the shops and walkways. Kerry had asked V about his favorite places in Night City, and he’d dragged him here of all places. Parked his bike and led him up to the center of the plaza, where stressed-out corpos mingled with wide-eyed tourists usually.

“Whenever everything got too much,” V had said, speaking of his time working for ‘Saka, “I clocked out for thirty minutes, came down here, and did a round or two along the walkways to wind down. Dunno, there’s something calming about watching the fish float by.”

Kerry had joked that for someone who wasn’t “really that into meditation” V subconsciously did a lot of things to cope with stress that could absolutely be classified as such. His chest hurt thinking back to that day and their conversation, standing against the rail side by side in the midday sun, surrounded by the massive skyscrapers. Talking about the past and a possible future together.

“Everything’s gonna be okay, one way or another,” V had said, “At least that’s what I have to keep telling myself, or I’ll go nuts.”

“Everything’s gonna be okay…” Kerry repeated to himself before he got out of his car, pulled up his hood, and jogged up the stairs. Medias and onlookers had replaced the corpos and tourists, were pushing towards a barrier erected by the NCPD. TV drones were zooming around and promptly shot down by cops and security. Kerry realized the mechs he’d seen in front of the entrance were not Arasaka, but Militech branded… Was this some kind of weird coup again, nothing to do with V after all?

Once more, Kerry was lost. What the hell was he even doing here… He was half tempted to go back to his car because… whatever was going on was way beyond his capabilities. He overheard some of the medias’ questions screamed at the police spokesperson trying to keep everyone at a distance. Something of a shooting, a terrorist attack, and Kerry’s heart sank, memories he thought he’d long repressed welling up of the news reports from that night 50 years ago. At least no mentions of a nuclear bomb. Yet.

As long as the reporters were occupied with harassing the police still, and vice versa, Kerry decided to get some distance between them and himself. He pulled up V’s number once more, knowing deep down it was in vain. He wouldn’t pick up. For a second Kerry wondered if he was even still alive, and his stomach turned at the mental image of V lying somewhere in that tower in a puddle of his own blood, staining the polished marble floors.

Kerry paused and closed his eyes for a moment, hoped it would stop his head, or better even the whole world from spinning. The last weeks had been absolutely insane. Johnny back from the dead, somewhat, this kid stumbling into his life more on accident than with purpose, but at just the right moment to prevent Kerry from making his worst decision so far. The way they’d connected almost instantly, the way V just got him without Kerry having to say much or anything at all sometimes… How V had reminded him of all the beauty in the world that made life worth living, that Kerry was not done just yet, that it was never too late to start over, no matter how hopeless everything seemed... Someone like that wouldn’t just throw his life away like this, would he? V wouldn’t just leave him behind without a word, right?

Kerry opened his eyes again, V’s holocall profile still on his display. He slowly started walking, away from the noise of the crowd, drawn towards the walkway, to the warm, happy memory of the conversation they’d had up there. With Arasaka Tower looming in his back, he called V, one more time. It rang and rang, the noise droning louder and louder in his head with every step he took towards the center of the plaza… Kerry stopped dead in his tracks and listened, because he could have sworn... But then the voicemail answered, and he cursed, hung up, and immediately called back. The holo was ringing, yes, but he could hear V’s phone ringing, the actual ringtone… Or had he finally lost it now? He looked around, trying to locate where the ringing came from, turning down the volume of the holo to better hear his actual surroundings. He didn’t dare to call out for him, the medias and police weren’t that far away, and he preferred to not have their attention right now. He jogged up the walkway to his left a bit, but the ringing got quieter again.

He spun back around, and then his heart stopped. A little bit ahead, he’d just passed it, was some sort of modern sculpture, a bunch of black and white cubes stacked on top of each other. The other day they’d seen some people hanging out on them for their lunch break, tourists sitting down taking selfies. And now, only just, Kerry could see a shock of blond and purple hair poking out from behind it. He raced back down, skidded across the artificial lawn covering the area around it, and stumbled behind the sculpture. It was him, it was V… but a sledgehammer to the chest wouldn’t have taken away Kerry’s breath more effectively than the sight of the state he was in. He sat on the ground, slumped back against the cubes, hands in his lap… and his goddamn phone in his hand still. Had he been trying to call help and then passed out? Then Kerry noticed all the dark stains on his clothes, in general V was utterly drenched for some reason. There was so much blood, it couldn’t have been just his… or was it? He was awfully pale, beaten up, covered in scratches and bruises. Before Kerry really knew or realized it, he was down on his knees in front of V. With trembling hands he reached out to cup his face as gently as he managed, almost didn’t dare to touch him, and flinched at how cold he was. Overcome by dread he managed not to scream only just, only when a hint of V’s breath grazed his hand. It was weak and shallow, but he was breathing. He was alive.

“V?” Kerry croaked, almost not recognizing his own voice. He softly stroked V’s cheeks, his hair, let a hand trail down his neck to briefly check his pulse, and he was surprised for a moment at how strong it was. It made him hopeful that he wasn’t in the middle of bleeding out at least.

“V, please, wake up!”

He still didn’t dare to try and shake him, scared he’d hurt him even more. Some of the scratches in his face looked like he been dragged across concrete, his bottom lip was split but not really bleeding anymore. Kerry looked him up and down intensely, for wounds or anything that would explain his state and the amount of blood on his clothes, but he was too all over the place, heart racing, vision blurry with tears to really achieve anything at all or find a semblance of closure. He looked back up at V’s face and gasped when he saw V had opened his eyes, just barely. He was looking at him with a slight frown, almost as if in disbelief.

“V!” Kerry’s hands immediately went back to his face, lifting his head slightly to better meet his gaze, to let him know he was safe.

“V, we need to get you away from here. Can you walk? Are you hurt, can I… can I do anything?” he almost tripped over his own tongue, thoughts faster than his mouth managed.

V’s eyes went wider, just slightly, as if he’d only just realized he was really here speaking to him.

“It’s gonna be okay, I’m here, and I’m not goin’ anywhere,” Kerry whispered, pressing his forehead against V’s.

A hoarse noise escaped V’s mouth, not quite a groan, more a weak laugh. Kerry moved back a little again, and his heart broke at seeing V’s eyes closed, face distorted in pain and tears starting to stream down his cheeks. V, who’d always been so collected, logical, who had such a pretty, dorky laugh… he was utterly devastated.

“Kerry… He’s gone,” V said, voice so raw and so full of pain it hurt Kerry just as much, “And it was all for nothing…”

He started full on sobbing, his entire body shaking unconsolably. Kerry needed a moment to stomach what V had said, so many new questions on his mind now… At a loss for words, he put his arms around him tight, held him close for as long as he’d need him to. They cowered like that for a long time, in the shadow of Arasaka Tower, but engulfed by the red and blue light of the two holographic fishes continuing their eternal dance above them as if their world hadn’t just changed forever once more tonight.

(thanks for reading, hope you liked this! I have yet to play the "Don't Fear the Reaper" ending myself, but this is what I'd picture to happen immediately afterwards)

[discotenny]

IDEK WHERE THE IMAGES R FROM IM SEEING EVERYWHERE BUT CANT FIND VIDEO BUT HEY LOOK DID U SEE THIS (from someone random blog post bc idek where to find the original)

https://www.tumblr.com/lochness-art/733533305005293568/no-one-asked-but-here-r-my-opinions-on-the-new

NEW SPRITFESSS TIME SKIP REAL TIME SMIP REALFL

NEW SPRITES NEW SPRITES AWAHHWAHFHEAJIORERER

I posted my thoughts on the outfits when that big compilation image came out but now that we have visible LEGS for the all the charas now I feel obligated to update my thoughts fdsafadsfs. Put under a cut cause I have a feeling its gonna be long fdsfdsafs

Original thought post

Original post listed in the ask

ALSo, the images are from the new hypmic flava trailer posted on their yt channel here :3

Ichiro: We saw him in full before, but I just want to reiterate how they intentionally got rid of all the connections Ichi had to the bros within his clothing. From Jiro's blue on his sleeves, the zip up shirt they all shared, and having the iconic BB lettering not there anymore- it seems like they're trying to distance Ichi's character from being so bro centric. Maybe to show growth how he's going to be more independent? It's a bit odd because being dependent isn't Ichi's flaw, that's Jiro and Saburo's... Maybe it's to show how THEYRE distancing from HIM 🤔

Jiro: This hair change is such a W for Jiro fans!! It was unclear if he actually changed it in art prior but this is a W SUCH A W!!! I miss the white stripes on his shoulders for contrast reasons but he looks just like a more mature version of his old design. It looks like he's wearing the checkered shirt instead of wrapping it around his waist which is cuter and makes much more sense fdsafdsfds.

Saburo: He looks all grown up LOL The time skip is only supposed to be a few months from what I recall, so at most he's now 15 but imo I think they're keeping them to og ages tbh. The mustard is such a good look for him! The more pastel yellow and school uniform esc coat of his old design did a lot to keep him looking / feeling young so this new design feels like he's growing up to be more comfortable to be who he is ;_;

Samatoki: He looks just as hot and he's somehow showing even MORE skin despite having a jacket lmao. Those popping buttons I see you Toki fdsafdsaf. Again he looks less like a gangster / yakuza but I wonder if they're trying to lean into that look. He pretty. Real pretty...

Jyuto: Thoughts have pretty much stayed the same, it reads like an Extra Wardrobe outfit rather than something he'd wear on the daily. In the new arc did he stop wearing his uniform since the government shut down? Did he just say fuck the dress code? I do like the outfit, it makes him look a lil more sleazy LOL

Rio: Rio looks good he looks good!! I don't have much thoughts on him since I never really do but I still find it hilarious he has the same pants as his old outfit.

Ramuda: He looks excellent as always but I do agree with the original poster that I miss his blue :C I think the yellow makes him look really young and it kinda doesn't jive with me ??? I love the hat though he looks very very cute. Ramuda also has the best shoes in the cast and I appreciate they didn't change it.

Gentaro: Gentaro is so funny I think they legitimately just made his back cape longer?? He also got rid of the high collar undershirt, which probably symbolizes that he's hiding less of himself to his friends. I love Gen but I need to see him not in motion to see how well this outfit fits him. ATM I think the longer cape messes up his silhouette by making him seem like a rectangle.

Dice: I miss the trench coat!! I miss the trench coat!!! I don't care if it would be smelly I miss the trench coat !!! I think getting rid of the black parts on his collar and outside his sleeves kind of make him look too... normal??? Like idk, where's the spice!! Give him fingerless gloves or sm shit he needs SOMETHING to make him look less like just a guy :C He's cute but I think his old fit is >>>

Jakurai: He looks SOOOOO GOOOD. We've seen this in full before but he looks CUUUTEEE. Like I'm no Jakurai stan but hooo boy that coat does smthn to me. He looks looser, like he's gonna have some fun, maybe go to the mall or smthn he looks good !!!!! Anons brought up Jakurai removing his doctor coat as a symbolism for his savior complex going away and I think it's really cool !!! One of the best new fits imo.

Hifumi: I like his og outfit much better I'm sorry 😭😭😭 I think with Materno's main color being light grey, Jakurai being in white, Doppo being a light grey now, Hifu being that off white just makes him blend together with the other members. Maybe it's the fact that he's set against a white background but he just gets lost among the other two. Having the darker colors concentrated around his head / upper body helps though.

Doppo: I love him my baby I love him I lve nye my baby my vobeoteoy frmajwfmweoijfghuefuwafjewanjmisafkowafewoawfeaiow. I say from my last post: "He’s getting loose he’s getting silly he’s CRAZY DOPPO IN THE HOUSE !!!"

Sasara: I like the outfit on it's own but I kind of... hate how it's matching with Rosho. SasaRo enjoyers rejoice but I don't like how it doesn't allow Sasara (and Rosho in turn) be his own character. It was mainly an issue I had with Rosho but this new fit puts in on Sasara too, that it kind of forces you to look at him in the lense of his relationship with Rosho rather than who he is as a chara on it's own. Also they made him less colorful :CC The bowtie is super cute though I like it.

Rosho: Rosho does look cute but again I wish it wasn't so obviously a callback to his relationship with Sasara!! I do like the hair, it's very cute fdsafdsa. He looks a lot more comfortable and a lot more confident but I'm unsure if its due to character development or just for cool points. Rosho looks like he smells good

Rei: He's too grey 💀 TOO GREY !!! I think getting rid of the hat and glasses was such a downgrade it does not look very good. It's a lot of my issues with Hifu's outfit without actually having a good clothing design to make up for it. I think it's nice how it could possibly be a call back to Kazuma Kiryu but that doesn't really make up for it :/

Kuko: I was wrong his hair did not get shorter 💀💀💀 But he is INCREDIBLE !! IT'S VERY GOOD!!! I have nothing to complain / nitpick about I think it's very good. (one nitpick I guess FDSAFDS. His bright hair now seems a bit out of place against the darkness of his clothing. Maybe making the purple accent stripes blue or red would have made it better? Unsure though.

Jyushi: He looks very good but I wish they gave him more interesting pants they're very underwhelming compared to his incredible top!! Like imagine sm crazy shit like lace racing stripes, some peekaboo patterns in triangles at the bottom of his flares, it would be very cute !!!

Hitoya: Very cute, very good, a stark improvement from his original look I have nothing else to say fdskafdasfdsa. Again, a 35 year old baby.

I think for some of the characters the outfits really really really really work (Doppo, Hitoya, Jakurai) but for a lot of them I think their original looks were much more iconic and much more fitting to themselves (Dice, Sasara, Rei). I hope we still get content put out with their original outfits because I'd legitimately be sad to never see Dice in his trench coat again :C

[birdmitosis]

Thoughts chewing at my brain about a Keroro AU where it’s like an alignment swap only instead it’s a Frog Swap, meaning the humans are Keronians now and the Keronians are humans. Maybe college students but maybe late high school I guess?

The Platoon:

Kamomo Gunsou / Sergeant Kamomo comes from a high-ranking military family and she’s the one in charge of her platoon! Like Momoka, she still has the split personalities; her energy bursts from her hands rather than her mouth or eyes and she can use it as an aura in a physical fight. She’s still a tadpole but not-so-secretly hopes that won’t be true for long.

Nasusu Gouchou / Corporal Nasusu is the weapons specialist and she’s good at basically all kinds of athletics and combat, as well as being Fuyuyu’s big sister of course. She’s a lot like Natsumi in most ways, except stick her in an unhealthy military society and hand her guns.

Fuyuyu Nitouhei / Private Second Class Fuyuyu is the newest member of the platoon, and Nasusu is both worried about him but can also vouch for him. Nervous but tries to be more serious so he doesn’t let anyone down, but like Fuyuki, he really still loves Weird Unexplained Shit and is also excited about meeting an alien... on the planet they’re invading. Since he’s not really a fighter or the tech guy, he actually has more of a role of tactician and (unofficially, later) diplomat. He’s also still a tadpole.

Yukiki Heichou / Lance Corporal Yukiki is the former assassin, because all assassins and former assassins who aren’t like Captain rank are Lance Corporals I guess. Like Koyuki, she’s bright, enthusiastic, and curious; like Dororo, she’ll get taken in by the ninja village and take to it like a duck to water, but she’ll really badly want to share it with the rest of her platoon friends.

Tsumimi Souchou / Sergeant Major Tsumimi doesn’t have the bad attitude of another Sergeant Major we could name but he’s super laid back and no one knows what to do with him so he gets assigned under Kamomo despite outranking her. Like Saburo, he’s too smart for his own good and takes everything in stride, even getting excited about shit he shouldn’t be... and is kind of a mischievous guy with a slight jerkish streak! Their tech guy, natch.

The other Keronians:

Akiki Chui, either a current or former First Lieutenant, and Nasusu and Fuyuyu’s mother. Might fill Garuru’s role? Or might just visit sometimes if retired!

Haruru Juni, a current or former Warrent Officer, and Nasusu and Fuyuyu’s father. Might still be current and that’s why he’s off on some assignment?

Kinana, the family’s retired grandmother (Akiki’s mother)!

Baii Taisa / Colonel Baii, Kamomo’s father.

Okaka Chuusa / Lieutenant Colonel Okaka, Kamomo’s mother.

Palulu, that family’s butler.

Mukuku Heichou / Lance Corporal Mukuku, Yukiki’s old friend and fellow assassin and basically a big sister figure to her. Was honestly relieved when Yukiki surpassed her.

The other aliens:

Angol Asami. Takes Amano Moa’s appearance to make people lower their guard. Like Mois, she came to destroy Earth, but she winds up friends with the Platoon and Moa instead.

Alisa and Nebula are just always Alisa and Nebula. Nothin changin there.

The humans (these are all working names...):

Hinata Keiro, like Keroro, is a bit too lackadaisical and unconcerned. He’s either in high school and supposed to be studying for college entrance exams, or he’s a ronin who really needs to be trying hard again next year. He loves the internet and TV and, of course, Gunpla! And he gets some ridiculous ideas that he somehow manages to drag his friends into, even though Tangirou and Dororo, having known him since elementary school, should really know better. Usually called Keiro or Keiro-kun.

Takeda Tangirou is a more laid-back Giroro, at least by a bit. He wasn’t military and has never touched a gun, which is much better for him tbh. He’s great at sports and is a long-time member of Judo Club. Again, either still in high school, or in his case going to the local university; if the former, he hopes to get into the same school his older brother Garouichi. Might be roommates with Keiro? Usually called Giro or Giro-kun.

Azumaya Dororo, formerly named Reishi, is a childhood friend of Keiro and Giro, though years spent in a nearby ninja village distanced them somewhat after elementary school; his mother sent him to stay with family there in hopes that the forest and the training would help his poor health, and it did, enough that he took on a name for the forest rather than his old one. Like in canon, he’s calm and adores nature, and is still a bit traumatized from being Keiro’s childhood friend, but still loves his friends fiercely. Usually called Dororo now, but sometimes called Doro-kun; formerly called Reishi or Rei-kun.

Nishizawa Tamaki is like Tamama but without the energy beam attacks; he does still have the split personalities, and is a shockingly good fighter when in his violent side comes out. Loves sweets and kinda loves Keiro’s chaotic plans, too. Even if the others are all college-aged, he’s probably still a senior in high school; if they’re high-school aged he might be just entering high school or still in his final year of middle school. Has a huge crush on Keiro the moment he meets him. Usually called Tama or Tama-chan.

Tsukishima Kuruo is Kururu as a human, which as we’ve already established, means he’s a lazy hacker weirdgirl (goes by Kurumi online). Spends most of his time in his room, which he makes shit in but also spends a lot of time online and also playing video games in. Loves curry, naturally. Bleaches his hair but then does fucking nothing else with it. Has decided if he’s going to get dragged into Keiro’s ridiculousness he’s gonna make it even more ridiculous as often as possible, partly because he’s kind of desperately bored. Has had no friends until recently. Usually called Kuru or Kuru-kun; Tsumimi starts calling him Kuru-chan early on. It’s just a wave thing.

Amano Moa is basically Mois but a normal human; she’s a complete sweetheart and not at all a ditz the way some people might assume at first, very bright and competent. A shockingly naturally skilled fighter when it comes down to it, too.

Takeda Garouichi is Giro’s older brother and just an all-around cool and impressive guy. Usually called Garou or Garou-san.

Kano Rumiko is, like Pururu, a childhood friend of Keiro, Giro, and Dororo! She’s also either a nursing student now or wants to go into nursing. Usually called Rumiko-chan, but her childhood friends call her Ru-chan.

Goto Taru is a year younger than Tamaki, whom he calls Tama-senpai. Like Taruru, he’s also a little weirdo.

Shinoda Kotoro is either a bright but egotistical high school student or he’s like, twelve. No in-between. Like Tororo, he can be a bit of a brat and get carried away, and cries somewhat easily. Usually called Toro-kun.

Hayashi Zorusuke is a much less single-mindedly vengeful Zoruru and I don’t know what else to do with this guy. Has prosthetics but I’m not sure why yet. Usually called Zoru or Zoru-san or sometimes Zoru-kun.

The pronouns I used for all of the above are their canon ones, but let’s be real, if I were writing this for real I’d be transing a lot of genders. Yukiki at least would be she/they and Dororo would be she/her and Doro-chan (the name change was totally part of a trans thing on top of everything else), Garou might be they/them, Zoru might also, Keiro would probably use all kinda pronouns. Tsumimi and Kuru can go on a gender journey over the course of the story, that could be fun.

[ichisama]

786 words | rating: g | future!fic, developing relationship

Out there, waist-deep in the sea under the glow of a waning moon, the rest of the world didn't feel quite real.

Ichiro didn't know what it was that drew him out there so late at night, after his brothers were asleep. Their flight back to Tokyo was early the next morning; he should have been sleeping too.

But at half past midnight, he climbed out of his futon, slipped out of the inn, and waded into the sea.

What was he looking for?

What was he waiting for?

He didn't know.

But he somehow wasn't surprised when the calm waters rippled around him, betraying the approach of another body. He somehow had been expecting it, when Samatoki came to a stop at his side.

They hadn't talked about meeting up that night. In fact, when they ran into each other earlier that day and realized they'd come to vacation with their divisions in the same small town that sat along the same small stretch of beach, they hadn't talked at all. Jiro and Saburo had exchanged a few words with Rio, and Ichiro and Samatoki had briefly exchanged a look.

That was all.

And yet, somehow Ichiro had known he wouldn't leave without seeing Samatoki again. He'd known Samatoki would come to him, in this place that didn't feel quite real.

They still didn't talk when Samatoki came to stand next to him, in the water that was still slightly warmed by the memory of the sun. These days, they were really good at not talking to each other. Which meant they weren't fighting, either, but also not…

Not moving on, not just yet.

Was it time?

Were they ready?

It was a hot enough night that Ichiro had gone to bed in basketball shorts and a tank top. Samatoki was more or less dressed the same. The water lapped at their waists and, bit by bit, climbed higher from the hem of their shirts.

Samatoki was the first to shiver. He lifted his hands, maybe to rub his arms, but Ichiro caught one of them and held it.

That surprised him, more than Samatoki coming out to meet him in the sea.

They didn't talk these days, and they certainly didn't hold hands.

Had they ever held hands?

Samatoki looked as surprised as Ichiro felt, but he didn't pull his hand away. He let Ichiro hold it, and even let Ichiro lift it higher, to clasp it between both of his own hands. He only watched, curious and perhaps a little indulgent, as he let Ichiro do as he pleased.

Ichiro had never held Samatoki's hand like this before.

Maybe that was why it felt like something he could do. Maybe they couldn't take back what they'd lost, but could find a way to fit anew.

"Ichiro."

His name, spoken in Samatoki's voice, was a familiar thing. Samatoki had spoken his name countless times before. But like that? Had he ever spoken it like that before?

Ichiro lifted their joined hands and bowed his head, bringing his hands and Samatoki's up to his forehead, almost as though in prayer. He closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of Samatoki and the ocean spray.

They would never be the same as before. Too much had happened, too much had changed. It didn't matter, in the end, who had been pulling the strings; there were things Ichiro would never forget.

But maybe they could be changed, together.

"I was in love with you," Ichiro said.

Samatoki's fingers curled in his hold. Moving slowly, like Ichiro was a skittish creature that could so easily be scared back into hiding, Samatoki faced him and wrapped his free arm around his waist, shielding Ichiro from the steady roll of the tide.

"I know."

Ichiro clutched Samatoki's hand tighter. His lips formed the shape of a hurt, but relieved, smile. It helped that Samatoki didn't try to feign surprise. It helped that Samatoki didn't push him away, but in fact drew him closer and held him tighter.

"I want so badly to be in love with you again," Ichiro whispered.

Samatoki did finally pull his hand back now, but only to take one of Ichiro's in his own. He laced their fingers together and brought their hands down to skim the surface of the water, so he could press his forehead to Ichiro's, to the spot their hands had been.

"I'll wait," he promised.

Maybe the past was well and truly lost to them both, and maybe they weren't yet ready to define the future.

But if Samatoki would wait…

Ichiro, for the first time in a long time, allowed himself to feel a little safe in Samatoki's embrace.

[scarletwritesshit]

Hypnosis Mic ⛝ Code 45 ⛝ Chapter 5: Incoming Call

Jyuto was cruising back to the Yokohama police department. He was going to have to explain why he didn’t bring the brat with him to receive punishment.

Oh well. If they question him further, he’ll threaten them with the information leak again. He didn’t have time to plot out an elaborate excuse anyways. Jyuto was more focused on how he was going to contact Saburo for the operation. Exchanging phone numbers was not an option, as the Party of Words was always lingering within cellular devices. It’s far too risky to attract the attention of the government, especially when police officers are already targets of moderation.

Plus, the further he can stay away from Ichijiku, the better…

Meanwhile, back at Odd Jobs Yamada, Saburo was already hard at work. With a notebook that he pulled out of his desk, Saburo scribbled down as much as he could remember about the communicator. He had an idea; it was just a matter of how reliable his memory was.

Arguably the most important detail that he remembered was a silver number engraved on the front of the communicator, likely as some sort of serial number to keep track of what belonged to who. In large letters, he wrote down “X-010063,” as this could be the most crucial key in contacting Jyuto.

With a vague sketch of the communicator’s physical appearance in hand, Saburo got to work. He spent some time plugging in every combination of related keywords in the search engine. Finding a specific black walkie talkie unit on the internet was a lot harder than one might think. He would have to shuffle through unrelated search results and numerous advertisements with every single combination he tried.

Finally, he had discovered what appeared to be the correct unit, serial number in the right location and everything. Now, he just had to dig a tad bit deeper into the model. His main focus was figuring out how to weasel his way onto the exact frequency that Jyuto’s used in order to communicate with him. He wondered if by using the unique model number, he could figure out an algorithm that would allow him to pry into the frequency that would allow for him to communicate with Jyuto.

Saburo opened up the visual studio and tossed his entire project into a folder on his desktop for easy access. He thought for a moment on what the name should be for the project as a whole. Saburo wasn't one for giving his scripts overly elaborate names, but rather, utilize a simpler system.

This one was a bit different, as he simply named the folder and its contents "45."

Jyuto had been wondering why his communicator had been acting up the past two days. It sounded like it was trying to receive a signal, but to no avail. He checked this with the other officers, asking for direct communication to test if he needed a new one.

They all came through loud and clear.

He tried the age-old fix of turning it off and on again, but it still uttered subtle scratchy noises as if it was so desperately trying to link with someone. He wanted to throw the damn thing at the window, specifically, the brat's window. There was no proof of this, but Jyuto felt as if Saburo had been tampering with Yokohama police's equipment on purpose just to get back at him.

 If that were true, then everyone would be experiencing communication disruptions.

It was only Jyuto. And this was a bit too coincidental for it to occur right after Saburo was busted. He wanted to confirm his suspicions, but targeting a residence without solid evidence was low even by his standards. As much as he didn't want to, he soon stopped paying any mind to the ever-present static.

Even though he should've listened to his instincts.

Jyuto was at his desk preparing his final report on the massive drug bust to present to Saburo in person. He was lost in thought arranging the last of the evidence when the scratching on the communicator got louder. Jyuto paused for a moment, thinking it was another officer attempting to contact him.

Though it was very broken up, Jyuto could make out a boyish voice crunched by the static.

[He-lo? Does an--ne co-y?]

He grabbed it from his waist and held it close to his face.

"What the hell?" he whispered, trying to not draw attention to himself.

The static went on for a brief moment until finally clearing up.

[Is this better?]

It was indeed clearer, but Jyuto wasn't giving the person on the other line (Saburo, probably) the satisfaction of an answer.

"Who the hell are you? You sound too damn young to even be using one of these things," Jyuto whispered back. Before the man on the other line could cause a ruckus, Jyuto excused himself for a moment. A strange man in his communications was probably the last thing he would want the others to find out about, especially if it ends up putting the entire department at risk.

[We just met a little over three days ago and you already forgot me? Geez, you're as bad as Jiro.]

It was who he thought.

"Saburo? How the hell did you even reach me? It's a confidential frequency!"

[A great hacker never reveals his secrets,] he replied in a cocky manner.

"Do you have any idea of the extent of how many laws are being broken right now? If this isn't enough to prove your guilt-"

[H-hang on! You're the one who said we needed to collaborate to solve a case, right? How are we supposed to do that with no means of communication?]

"I said, I was going to give you orders shortly, you entitled brat."

[And how would we handle that? Through our phones? Our mobile devices laced with Party of Words spyware? They'll end both of our lives if they catch wind of this!]

Saburo did make a good point. To be honest, Jyuto was quite impressed with the kid's ability to wiggle his way into an officer's line of communication.

This kid could be more useful than I originally anticipated. Jyuto thought.

"Fine. I'll let it slide for now,” Jyuto said. “Fuck it up, and you're going down with me."

Saburo tried to not let the fear seep through his voice as Jyuto said that. Rather, he swallowed any anxiety that was slipping out and forced a brave face.

If he can't prove his use to his brothers, then perhaps a cop was the next best thing.

"Now then, I still need to hand you the evidence I have gathered. It consists of my findings, as well as the raw information. I trust you to handle this with absolute care, yes?"

[Yes sir. As long as you keep those dirty hands off of me and my brothers.]

"I'm just delivering evidence, dipshit. Not unleashing a full-blown manhunt on your family. Speaking of them, I will need a time when they are not around in order to drop the evidence off."

[Uh, they're probably not home right now. I can go check if you want-]

He has to check to see if his own family is around?

"That would be most convenient, so I don't have to plan my whole life around this."

"Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back," Saburo said into his microphone, while removing his headset. Before leaving to check the building for the presence of his brothers, Saburo checked the logs of the program to assure that the connection would remain stable. It’s reading fine for now, but the moment he steps away is when it will crash. That's how it works.

Saburo put his headset down on the table and took off from his desk. He opened his door and looked around for any sign of life coming from the other rooms.

"Jiro? Ichiro?" he called, scanning his surroundings.

He walked down the stairs and checked his surroundings once again. The TV was off, no stray snacks were to be found, and it overall felt more deserted than lived in.

At this point, Odd Jobs Yamada was practically abandoned with how little his brothers were home.

Saburo wasn't around to liven things up downstairs, as his "base of operations" was his bedroom with the curtain shut and lights turned off.

He was once again going to call for his brothers, until out of the corner of his eye, he saw just how much dust the coffee table had accumulated.

It wasn't "left untouched for 20 years" dusty, but it still showed signs of negligence. He had seen enough. Saburo walked up the stairs, but stopped halfway to reflect upon the empty scene behind him. Part of him wanted his brothers to be lurking around somewhere, not because he wanted an excuse to not deal with that damn cop, but because he genuinely feels quite empty without them.

He couldn't bring himself to admit that, however. Saburo had to remain strong.

He went up the stairs and locked his door behind him. If Jyuto did decide to make a move on him, a flimsy lock probably wouldn't stand a chance against the force of that man's legs, but it at least bought him some form of peace. Saburo then sat back down at his desk and put his headphones back on.

"You're in the clear," he said, dejected.

[I will be there shortly. If circumstances arise, do not waste a moment in contacting me, you hear?]

"I copy. I’m going to disconnect this thing for now. It's eating away at my Wi-Fi since it isn't exactly efficient yet."

[Understood. Confirm with me that you have received the papers once I drop them off.]

Saburo terminated the connection between him and Jyuto. Not bad for a test run, but it seemed a bit slow. And boy, did it hog his internet connection.

All it really needs is some code cleaned up. The logs showed some stray pieces causing an infinite loop to slowly build up over time. Why it did this, he had no idea, but his failsafe alerted him to this oversight taking place in the background and the executable was on the verge of being automatically terminated.

While he was working on that, he should probably slip in a function that allows Jyuto to call from his side. Right now, 45.exe was simply a script that allowed Saburo to push through to Jyuto.

He had an idea of how to get this to work properly. It was just a matter of seeing if the dirty cop would play fair with him.

[gcldfanged]

Jae laughs, a quick bark of genuine amusement.

"And here I'd thought being tailored for a bespoke suit and having a four-figure paycheck had made you forget about where you came from," he sighs, pushing onto his splayed knees to take a standing position again.

Reno was a creature of impulse. Whenever the mood struck, it really didn’t matter who was there tagging along for the ride. Much like a raggedy alley cat wandering the streets it thought it owned, his moods could shift from playful to aloof at the drop of a hat.

Jae normally liked cats. Had Reno come along his way in another lifetime, he probably would have beat the crap out of him with a broom.

"You know, this makes me all nostalgic. See, back when Wall Market was run by a much better man rather than an oversized perverted toddler- Well... I actually don't know how much about where you were at the time, but things were pretty good. Saburo wasn’t actually head for all that long and even though everyone you'd ask would've sworn up and down that he’s the man, they didn’t always think that. He won that seat by the skin of his teeth and nearly died doing it. So he becomes head, but there’s still people who aren’t too keen on it — especially since he’s got notions that some people figured were a bit old-fashioned."

Yoon crooks an arm and splays his fingers against the decorative facing of a cup noodle vending machine, tilting his head and looking off into some far-away distance back when shit made sense in the city of sin.

"Aside from the guys that backed Saburo, the two main guys that were in play were Leesang, the second-hand of the guy Saburo won over, and Choi, one of the old guard. Leesang and his group figured they could still hold on to some of what they had before and Choi’s bunch of oldies were the sort that weren’t too keen on any new, young guys coming into power what with them always wanting to change things. Didn’t matter who you were, if you weren’t them, you were just doing it wrong. That didn’t keep them from constantly picking one side or another just to muck with things, though."

The annoyance in his voice is obvious when it came to mentioning Choi and his men, all wrinkled and shriveled up has-beens with faces like a chicken's asshole.

"Now, I didn’t like Leesang because he was the one guy that wasn’t holding to the old ways. Didn’t like the way Saburo wanted to go back with us swearing the old oaths and being bros and shit. And though he was sticking with it publicly, the only brothers he was gonna benefit were the ones who were best at kissing his ass. Choi’s group was even worse. They were just of buncha oldies that were so strung up on spite, they couldn’t do everyone a favor and just die. They liked getting their jollies by making everyone else land in shit."

He glances up at Reno from beneath dark lashes, eyelids falling to half mast with the same lazy intensity a tiger's might before it decides stuffing you in it's jaws might be fun.

"I know for a fact that your never ran with Wall Market's own personal octogenarian club, but man does your general attitude remind me of them. Kinda like you just look down your nose on anyone who's not a part of your special little retiree mah-jong circle."

Reno washed his hands of the evidence. A ghastly mess of mashed banana and peanut butter was scraped and thoroughly soaped up thrice before both the smell and sticky sensation was rid of beneath his finger nails. Why he was the only one that had to clean up, Reno had no idea. Maybe Rude didn't want to get leather gloves dirty with food when soiling them with blood was a better alternative, or perhaps he still did not understand the joys of pulling pranks on fellow ShinRa employees.

Someone was going to get their ass wet with unpleasantness, and Reno's only regret was he would not be around in person to witness his prank come to fruition. He washed up, took a leak, washed again, and then stepped out of the men's bathroom with a fresh tune moving past his pursed lips. Two plain faced office workers steered clear, and Reno traveled down the flight of stairs to the next level where rows of ShinRa friendly vending machines lied in humming wait. ID badge was flashed in front of the sensor to one of the machines, and it was not long before the hall was filled with the smell of hot coffee.

Gemstone eyes were focused on the odd serenity of the foam cup being filled with ebony fluid when motion flashed in his peripheral. The machine flashed a pixelated thank you. It went ignored in favoured of watching. . whatever the hell Jae was doing. While Reno felt no animosity towards him, the sudden and sick urge to toss the coffee in his face presented. Fortunately, the malicious thought was ignored. A snort formed like broiling water, and he turned his attention away, briefly, in order to pick up the warm cup of coffee.

(  ❛  Coming into work drunk, or do you really want some of this? ❜  )

Reno pressed his side against the brightly lit machine, brought the rim of the cup to his lips, and blew air to scatter the mesmerizing stream of steam.

(  ❛  You look like a cosmo-rat. ❜  )

jae slavic squats in front of reno, taunting him. @gcldfanged         (   is this a love confession, jae ?  )

[mystic-poison]

i love seeing hypmic selfshippers!! please tell me more about your hypmic f/os 🤲🤲

Hello!

I'm so glad you like seeing my selfships! Hypmic lives in my head rent free and it was about time I started talking about them. I was deadass scared about posting them too

I will definitely be posting more about my hypmic selfships because of selfshiptober, but I can definitely give a little crash course on how I meet some them

And I definitely would love to hear about yours and any others' hypmic selfships. I love talking about this stuff ♡

Warning! Spoilers for Hypmic at the end

- Poison ✞

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Rei, Sasara and Rosho and I are a poly ship. I meet them after my job hosted Dotsuitare Hompo's rap battle event. I was a fan of their music so I worked that event, hopefully trying to get a autograph. I was able to sneak in and see some of their show. At the end of the event, all the staff and employees took a group photo with them and the event was over. I really wanted to say hi but I was shy so it was actually a co-worker who dragged me over to them and say hi. Of course the guys were really nice. I got my autograph and I even gave them little chibi stickers that I made. They thought the stickers where cute, even posting about them on their social media (ran my Sasara). It was a random commentor who told them who I was and tagged my social media page where they saw all the art that I did for them. And in just my luck, they were looking for a new artist for their merch team. So after getting in contact with me, and many, many meetings, I became part of their merch team, using a penname no one would ever find out its me.

Jyuto and I have a long distance relationship and meet through Rio. Rio and I were pen pales and he would show Jyuto and Samatoki the letters we wrote to each other and all the doodles I sent him. One day I decided to fly out to see Rio and meet him in person. While staying there for a week or two, Rio introduced me to Jyuto and Samatoki at one of their rap battle events. During my stay, I spent some time talking to Jyuto and getting him and Samatoki out of eating Rio's roadkill food. We would get coffee together, I would show him my art and doodles, and Rio was 100% okay with this. (As if he was trying to set us up to begin with). We got a closer than expected, traded info and started talking more when I went back home.

Ichiro, Jiro, and Saburo are my adoptive sons. After I started during Rei, I, of course, meet the boys as well. He was trying to be a better dad after much, much thought about it. At first we had kept it a secret that we were dating to the boys but Saburo is way to smart to fall for something like that. So Rei and I came clean and told them everything. Ichiro had a lot of mixed feeling about it, Saburo was shock Rei even was able to date again, and Jiro hopped on broad with the idea from the start, accepting me into the family already. Jiro and I became close (us sharing a singular brain cell). It took a while for Ichiro and Saburo to get use to me being around and trusting me. But slowly they grew to like me. Ichiro and I talk about anime and manga, Saburo is always teaching about coding and new software to use for art, and Jiro and I are always running around playing sports (despite me not being very athletic at all). Rei seems to enjoy seeing us hangout, even finding it funny when the boys call me mom

[birdmitosis]

Look, I feel like the scenario presented in this amazing post should be its own AU/sorting test for Blorbos Everywhere. I also went way overboard figuring it all out for Keroro Gunso so that’s probably why. (I basically decided that in said AU, all of galactic society, meaning all aliens but not Earthlings, have this knife situation going on. Partly because I didn't want to do the human characters; partly because the idea of the human characters being wtf over the normalized Stabbing Knives situation across literally all alien culture amuses me.) I AM CUTTING THIS BECAUSE IT’S LONG AND DUMB and will probably amuse solely me, but I love it.

Keroro already wasted his knife at some point while he was still a tadpole. It was for no good reason, he was just being Keroro. He was a bit disgruntled when he didn't still have it when he was trying to stand up to the Keron Army in the second-to-last episode, but usually he doesn't care. Giroro is holding onto his knife carefully, keeping it in preparation for some necessary moment on the battlefield, even though this misses the entire point of what the knives are for. He has absolutely been tempted to stab Saburo and Kururu both at various points, though. (Keroro too, a few times.) Tamama has absolutely tried to stab Mois with his multiple times, but hasn't been able to do so successfully yet... and a few times he's even had the opportunity and chosen not to use it, though he won't admit it. He did briefly consider stabbing Taruru with it back when he came to visit and couldn't keep his mouth shut, though. Kururu actually still has his! If he's ever asked, he explains that no one's been worth the energy, and the Corporal is the more barbaric sort anyway. He basically views actually using the knife as admitting that someone was able to get under his skin, so he refuses. (If Tororo managed to stab him he'd be tempted to return it, but he wouldn't give the kid the satisfaction.) Dororo still has his knife; as an assassin and now ninja he has an array of other knives and shurikens to use in more necessary situations (as well as the paper shuriken thing he does just to communicate), and he's opposed to actually using this particular knife, which he's come to consider a brutish practice. (Not that this has kept him from considering using it on Keroro as well.) Pururu was pretty tempted to stab Bariri with it at a few points but couldn't bring herself to actually do it. In truth, she can't imagine herself actually using it, in part because of being a chief medic. Keroro has asked if he can have it multiple times, which she has always declined (GOOD). Recently she actually gave it to Chiruyo, who is holding onto it secretly and thinks it could be really useful for a journalist. Garuru used his knife long ago in a situation where things couldn't be solved diplomatically but it would have been inappropriate to actually officially attack as an officer of the Keron Army. Giroro thinks that's super cool and it's where he got the idea to hold onto his own, even if he's too focused on a battlefield option. Taruru still has his, because up until recently he hadn't ever wanted to use it. He's now gotten it into his head that as part of his rivalry with his old master Tamama, the two of them should definitely use their knives on each other and the first to do so will "win" in some way. Zoruru still has his. He's so laser-focused on revenge against Dororo that he doesn't care about stabbing anyone else, and wants to full-on attack Dororo, so isn't considering using that knife. He will if it's the only way he can get at Dororo, though. Otherwise, he kind of wants to stab Keroro for getting in the way last time, and to maybe keep him from doing that again on his next attempt. (Stab Keroro first to keep him from interfering, then go after Dororo? Could work!) Tororo still has his but is absolutely going to try to stab Kururu the moment he can actually get in the same room with him. In the meantime, it's hacking and viruses from a distance. If he could figure out a way to launch his knife out of Kururu's computer screen somehow he would. Mois still has her knife. She doesn't even carry it on her; she keeps it in a prized place in her room as a treasured present from her family. Whenever she feels like attacking anybody she forgets totally about the knife as an option and just immediately goes for some fraction of Hellmageddon anyway. Nobody has ever dared to ask Alisa if she has, or has ever had, a knife. (Mutsumi was given a knife by his father before he left to come back to Earth. He finds the whole idea very funny and has it hidden in a secret spot in his apartment. He's kinda tempted to use it, somehow, to reveal that he was raised by aliens! He's still working on that idea, though; it's pretty vague, it just amuses him.)