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marstectomy · 3 days
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NOT drawing anymore for this AU, it wasnt even supposed to be an AU
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s0bk · 1 year
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more on the subject of courier’s smile....
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addaxus · 9 months
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Me and my dear partner in crime 💚 have been enjoying writing these little snippets. I’ll be putting both our versions up for “comparison.” My version was written after the OG, so credit is not all mine as always. It’s amazing the different writing styles you come across. Writing is a beautiful art in itself. Please enjoy from the two of us:
OG Possible Opening for Unforeseen
Maria: Apri Gli Occhi, Mia Figlia (Open Your Eyes, My Daughter).
Mirabel slowly opened her eyes as asked. Lain out on the bed was an emerald green tablet. It glew with viridescent light, though Mirabel could just make out something on the surface.
Mirabel: It's beautiful, Mama.
Maria: This tablet shows the future of our family.
Mirabel: How did you get it?
Maria: Long ago, your Uncle Alonzo and I found a man out in the fields surrounding our home. Winter had started setting in early, a blizzard sweeping across the territory. The man was sick and delirious with fever. I could not leave him there. Could never live with myself if I did. Yet, when I reached out to help him, he held onto me and showed me his Gift. He showed me our family would grow...
Maria lifted the tablet up, revealing an image of herself and a newborn infant in her arms.
Maria: He showed me I would be a mother. But the father remained unforeseen. We took him in, nursed him as best we could, and he returned our kindness by staying on the farm to help us through our struggles. Overtime, I fell in love with him, despite his troubles. And he felt the same, despite his self-reservations. He asked me to marry him. And after we were wed, the prophecy he had foreseen came true. I became a mother. And he became your father.
Mirabel was in awe. Her Papa had foreseen her birth. He had magic: Something she had only heard about in bedtime stories and fairytales. That must mean...
Mirabel: Is Papa a witch?
Maria: Not exactly.
Mirabel: But how can he do magic? He has to be a witch. Only witches can do magic.
Maria sighed. This girl truly was her daughter: Curious, insightful, and persistent. No wonder Alonzo found her troublesome at times. Still, not like he was any easier.
Maria: Perhaps your Papa can explain.
She turned to face the door.
Maria: Come in, Amore Mio.
The door creaked open. Standing in the entrance was a figure, seven-feet tall and cast in shadow.
Maria: Your daughter wishes to know more about your Gift, my love. It is best she hears it from you.
With a sigh, the figure moved towards them. As he drew closer, the light from the bedroom candle dispelled his dark form. What was once a seven-foot tall shadow shrunk down to reveal a 5'4 stick of a man. Close as he was, Mirabel's father kept his distance from them, his face weary and concerned. He decided to sit on a small stool rather than on the bed.
Mirabel: Papa... How did you get your Gift?
Bruno: Long ago. Before you were born. Before I met your mother. Mi Madre, your Abuela, has this magic candle. It's flame would never go out. The magic of the candle had saved her in her darkest moment. A Miracle, she called it. When I turned five, Mi Hermanas and I were given our Gifts. And we used them to help others to honor the Miracle that blessed us. And years later, I met your Mama.
Mirabel: I'm turning five in a few days. Does that mean I'll get a Gift like yours?
Bruno visibly tensed when he heard those words. Both of his hands clenched. Eyes focused down on the hard wooden floor. Mirabel was confused. Why did her Papa look so upset? Maria took this as her cue to interject.
Maria: We do not know, Mira-boo. The magic candle is hidden far away. But if you do, it won't change anything. You are still a wonderful child.
Mirabel: But if I had a Gift like Papa's, I could do so much! Wouldn't that be a good thing?
Bruno:...I think it is time for you to rest, Mirabel. Tonight has been more eventful than I am comfortable with.
Maria: Ay, Bruno. Your father is right, Mirabel. We shall see what happens.
With that, Maria tucked her daughter to bed and kissed her goodnight. She removed the emerald tablet and walked out the door. Bruno followed after her, ready to close the door behind him when...
Mirabel: Papa?
Bruno: ...Si, Mirabel?
Mirabel: Are you worried my Gift will be... bad?
Bruno: ...We cannot be certain you will even get a Gift, Hija. You are far too young to be dwelling on such things. Lord knows I have too much these past few days. A Gift ain't something worth fussing over.
With that, Bruno closed the door. Mirabel laid her head on the blanket facing the candle on her nightstand. She sighed.
Mirabel: But if I had a Gift, maybe you could finally see me and not always be so far away.
She set her glasses down on the nightstand before blowing out the candle. With her back turned to the window, she didn't notice a small golden butterfly resting against the glass.
Possible Opening To Unforeseen (My version)
“Apri Gli Occhi, Farfalla Mia. Open your eyes, my butterfly.”
In a dimly lit room, two figures sat on a makeshift bed. A mother and daughter sat together, the little girl in her lap on the bed.
When she did as her mother asked, both of their eyes were trained on an iridescent glowing tablet of green glass. In her glasses’ reflection shone the bright light, and in her eyes shared the same brightness as she gazed in awe at it. The image was hidden from view with the angle in which the tablet sat. Mere curiosity had caught her eye when the vague image had found it.
“What is it, Mama? Where’d it come from?”
Maria moved some curls from her face and carded her hands in them, looking down at the tablet, reminiscing the memories.
“It shows our family—From the past looking into the future,” Mirabel shifted in her lap, looking up from below her mother’s jaw, interested in listening, “Long ago, your Uncle Alonzo and I found a man out in the pastures surrounding our home. Winter had started setting in early, a blizzard had swept across the territory. The man was sick and delirious with fever—and wounded. I could not leave him there… I would never live with myself if I did. Yet, when I reached out to help him, he reached back and showed me his Gift when we touched. He showed me our family would grow...”
Maria gently leaned forward over Mirabel and held the tablet up with both hands, then brought it into Mirabel’s own lap, looking over her shoulder down at it with her. Mirabel’s little hand grazed over the cool glass, over the three dimensional image that seemed just within reach.
It showed her Mama with a newborn infant in her arms. Maria traced the image along with Mirabel.
“See there? He showed me I would be a mother. But the father remained unforeseen. We took him in, nursed him as best we could, and he returned our kindness by staying on the farm to help us through our struggles. Overtime, I fell in love with him, despite his troubles. And he felt the same, despite his self-reservations. He asked me to marry him after awhile, then we were wed. Some months later the prophecy he had foreseen came true. I became a mother. And he became your father.”
Mirabel seemed to be at a loss for words, bug-eyed with a slight grin. Her soon to be father in the past had seen his future daughter unknowingly. She realized he had magic: Something she had only heard about in bedtime stories and fairytales. That must mean...
“Mama is Papa a witch then?”
“No, silly, not exactly.”
Mirabel looked back and forth from the tablet to her mother in confusion.
“But only witches could do magic, right? That means that Papa would be one!”
Ah yes, Maria couldn’t help but remind herself that Mirabel was indeed her own daughter by her persistence, her intense curiosity, and deep insight. She recalled Alonzo’s grumpy mood after a short session just talking with her, but nonetheless he was still somehow patient.
“I’ll just let your papa explain it…”
Maria looked toward the door where she’d told him to wait outside.
“Come in, Amore Mio.”
The door gently creaked open and in he came, long casted shadow following to presume his seven-foot frame as foretold in the fables. The lighting was very ominous it seemed.
“Your daughter wishes to know more about your Gift, my love. It is best she hears it from you.”
Maria gently takes the vision tablet and sets it aside so Mirabel can hop off her lap and dangle her feet over the side of the bed while Maria sits next to her.
With a sigh the figure moves towards them. As he drew closer, the light from the bedroom candle dispelled his dark form. What was once a seven-foot tall shadow shrunk down to reveal a 5'4 stick of a man. Close as he was, Mirabel's father kept his distance from them, his face weary and concerned. He decided to sit on a small stool near the corner rather than on the bed.
“How, Papa?”
Bruno leans his arms on his knees and leans forward with his head to the ground.
“Long ago, before you were born—Before I met your mother, Mi Madre, your Abuela, had a magic candle. Its flame would never go out. The magic of the candle had saved her in her darkest moment—A Miracle, she called it. When I turned five, Mi Hermanas and I were given our Gifts. And we used them to help others to honor the Miracle that blessed us. And years later, I met your Mama.”
There was a short pause, so Mirabel decided to speak up.
“…I'm turning five soon. Does that mean I'll get a Gift like yours?”
Bruno froze, muscles tensing and flexing under his shirt when he heard those words. Both of his hands clenched into fists, eyes focused down on the hard wooden floor like a deer in the headlights. Mirabel was confused. Why did her Papa look so upset? Maria took this as her cue to interject and cleared her throat.
“We do not know, Mira-boo. The magic candle is hidden far away. But if you do, it won't change anything. You are still a wonderful child. To both of us.”
Mirabel nearly jumped up on her feet on the bed.
“But if I had a Gift like Papa's, I could do so much! Wouldn't that be a good thing?” She blurted excitedly.
Bruno furrowed his brows when he looked up at the two of them and cleared his throat, standing up.
“…I think… that’s enough for tonight, Mirabel. You’ve had a long day and this is going on longer than I’m comfortable with. It’s time for bed.”
“Aye, Bruno—Your father is right, Mirabel. We shall see what happens.”
With that, Maria tucked her daughter to bed and kissed her goodnight. She took the emerald tablet away and walked out the door. Bruno followed after her, ready to close the door behind him when...
“Papa?” Her little voice stopped him in his tracks and he froze again.
“What is it, Mira?” He looked her way with big eyes of dread.
“Are you worried my Gift will be... bad?”
He looked past her out her window where the clear view of their oak tree was illuminated by the moonlight.
“...We cannot be certain you will even get a Gift, Hija. You are far too young to be dwelling on such things. Lord knows I have been doing that too much these past few days. A Gift ain't something worth fussing over.”
Bruno resumed his steps and closed the door. Mirabel laid her head on the blanket facing the candle on her nightstand. She sighed deeply.
“But if I had a Gift, maybe you could finally see me and not always be so far away…” she whispered.
She set her glasses down on the nightstand before blowing out the candle. With her back turned to the window, she didn't notice a small golden butterfly resting against the glass.
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apriqourslico · 3 years
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P.O.V: You ask Aqours why they joined Aqours.
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apristachi · 5 years
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Thsi blog is so not active. I have more fanart but i cant find it
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constantinoreal · 5 years
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ive finally watched all 3 seasons of bnha and im in love with momojirou but specially jirou
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behindthemain7 · 6 years
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Ready for our next adventure?
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dashofshyness · 6 years
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"But in any case, yes, you’re right, I guess it is a good excuse to snuggle Dash more! ~♥”
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piesandlights · 6 years
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.: PIZZA :.
Pizza? Pizza.
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isalissa · 6 years
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Candace and her girlfriend Stacy are very supportive of this relationship
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Candace: I would protect these girls with my life! But if Melissa hurts Isabella, I’ll make sure she doesn’t hurt anybody else. Ever again.
Bonus:
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Well did I just make Candacy canon in this blog? I sure did!
Also I’m sorry this blog has been inactive for so long, I’m incredibly busy and I can’t pay attention to tumblr as much as I would like to :’3 But the blog isn’t dead, I promise!
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marstectomy · 9 days
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hit it marcanne
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The third member of Team CILI
His description has also been posted on Reddit, here.
Name: Laurel Venatio
Venatio was a form of entertainment in Ancient Rome, involving fighting wild animals in an amphitheatre. One of the many animals that appeared in a venatio was the boar.
Color: Laurel
Race: Human
Age: 17
Birthday: 1st of January
Nickname: Huge Guy
Ocupation: student at Haven Academy
Likes: his grandfather, his pet boar, named Percutio, honorable battles, formidable foes, fighting Grimm, training, old poetry, life in general
Dislikes: cowards, doing nothing
Semblance: none
He believes in pure martial art, more that in fancy powers, so, even if he had one, he wouldn't use it.
Weapons: a scissor, called Percutio (to pierce), which can shoot out the sharp cleaver, with it still being tied to the rest of the weapon by a chain; a gladius, called Dente Apri (Boar's Fang) and a net.
The name of his scissor is based on his baby boar pet back home, that he saved, together with his grandfather.
Personality: He is a warrior at heart, which makes him quite reckless at times. Despite this trait of his, though, he can show quite a lot of wisdom for his age. He is always striving to be the best, but he does not brag. He does, however, take great pride in his fighting prowess. Thanks to his grandfather's teachings, he strongly believes in honor, whether in a battle or outside of it and it has a very deep meaning to him.
Backstory: Before arriving at Haven, Laurel lived with his grandfather in a shack, at the base of the mountains, to the south-west of the Mistral region. His grandfather, named Hoplomachus, raised him since he was little, after his parents died from a Grimm attack. There, Hoplomachus taught Laurel how to fight and was his mentor. After the grandson found out how his parents died, he wished to become the strongest Huntsman and rid the world of the creatures of Grimm.
After that, the training became more serious. Hoplomachus suppported his grandson's goal, but he didn't want him to be driven by hatred, so he brought him more to the villages that were close by, showing him the people and how they worked hard and in harmony. He told him that what was important wasn't the killing of Grimm, but the continuation of that peaceful lifestyle.
One day, during a training session, Laurel spotted a wounded baby boar. He knew that the little guy was a orphan, because there was no way a baby boar would get so close to the scent of humans without his mother close behind. He and his grandfather agreed to help the piglet until he would get better. Laurel was still young, so he got attached to him and named him Percutio. The squeaker learned his name fast and, even after he got healed, he didn't want to leave, so he became Laurel's first friend.
Since Laurel didn't have any formal education, as his grandfather couldn't afford it, he got in Haven Academy through pure skill. There, he wants to learn more about the world and how he can protect it.
A scissor, besides being a cool weapon, it's also a type of gladiator. A Hoplomachus is also one and he used a buckler and a gladius, as well as a spear, that he would throw towards his opponent before a melee clash. As always, I apologise if I accidentally copied someone and feedback and asks are always welcome.
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japanimatewithme · 2 years
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[Reviw]Is Akebi-chan's sailor suit creepy? Is the Fenimist upset? What kind of person is the author?
AKEBI's Sailor Uniform
As of September 2021, the original comic book has sold over 600,000 copies, making it a popular work.
I'm not sure what to make of it, but I'm sure it's worth a look.
I saw the keyword "creepy".
in the search results.
youtube
So, let's take a look at it this time.
Why are these manga and anime called "creepy"?
What kind of person is the author? What kind of person is the author?
Contents
Is AKEBI-chan's Sailor Uniform creepy?
What kind of person is the author of AKEBI-chan's Sailor Uniform?
List of Works
AKEBI-chan's Sailor Uniform - Twitter Summary
Summary
AKEBI-chan's Sailor Uniform - [Related Article]
Is AKEBI-chan's Sailor Uniform Disgusting?
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In conclusion, some people may have the impression that it is unpleasant, and the content may be difficult to accept.
The Fenimist might be furious, too.
This is because of the author's strong sexuality, and the opinion that "the story is about a girl who would never exist in reality".
You don't have to say that much, lol.
Personally, I think it's a very beautiful work.
I like it a lot.
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It is true that there are some parts of the story that I can understand the opinion that it is unpleasant.
In this work, a cute and honest girl lives her life to the fullest.
There are almost no male characters in this story. (Only the father, I think)
My opinion on the original comic.
Whether or not you can like this work depends on whether or not you can like the beautiful girls the author draws.
If it meets your requirements, you will be able to enjoy "a collection of carefully drawn pictures of beautiful girls with dancing movements.
Unfortunately, if it doesn't, it will look like "a boring picture story of girls watching their strange behavior".
What an opinion!
In the original story, there are many parts that look like an illustration book.
That's right. It's really great!
In "AKEBI's Sailor Uniform", the author seems to be expressing what he likes, in whatever form he likes, and as much as he likes.
And it does so at a high level, without skimping.
The drawings are like a manga, easy to understand, and the foreshadowing and storyline are not something you can draw with preconceived notions.
In spite of this, there is no unnecessary composition, and every scene is sophisticated.
The opinion that fits the best on the Internet is
It's a work that is the result of letting perverts have technology.
What do you think of such a "Sailor Uniform of AKEBI" anime? I'm looking forward to it!
Voices from the Internet
The author's "Isn't this girl cute? It's so gross!
Fetish art collection
The author's sexuality is strong, but at the end of the day it's just a daily life story.
I'm a guy, and I find this manga weird.
What kind of person is the author of AKEBI-chan's Sailor Uniform?
The author of "AKEBI-chan's Sailor Uniform" is a man named Hiroshi.
He is a manga artist and illustrator born on October 28, 1987 in Japan.
He lives in Tokyo, Japan.
His favorite things to do are drawing, tropical fish, and SD Gundam (he said that he had a hard time talking about his childhood without it).
In 2009, "Aquarium" was published as a guest essay in the August issue of "Manga Time Kirara Karat".
The same work appeared as a guest in the September/October issue of the same year, and was serialized from the December issue of the same year to the October issue of 2011.
In the interview, Hiroshi said that he likes to draw clothes.
He also said that he imagines "movement" when he draws.
In order to express movement, even the tips of his fingers and the ends of his hair are important, so he wants to draw the whole body.
This inevitably means that there is no room for the background or panels, which leads to the depiction of the white background.
It's often posted on Twitter.
It is not allowed to be reprinted, so please see it directly.
It's really good!
Hiroshi's Twitter
Hiroshi's site
He's really good at what he does, isn't he?
List of Works
Magikyu 4-Coma CLANNAD: Enterbrain, April 25, 2008
Aquarium: Manga Time Kirara Carat, Houbunsha, December 2009 - October 2011
Manga Time KR Comics, September 27, 2010
Manga Time KR Comics, September 27, 2011
1 February Melancholic: "Manga Club Original" (Takeshobo), January 2011 issue, X'mas special guest appearance
K-on! Anthology Comic Vol.4: Houbunsha, May 27, 2011
Yume Kuri : "Monthly Comic Alive" (Media Factory), March 2012 - February 2017
Tomorrow-chan's Sailor Suit - "Tonari no Young Jump" (Shueisha), August 2, 2016 - serialized once a month
Summary
In this article, I'd like to ask: Is "AKEBI-chan's Sailor Uniform" creepy? What kind of person is the author? is the theme of this article.
There are a lot of opinions on the subject, but I personally like the work, and it would be interesting to see how the wonderful depiction in the comic turns out in the anime, while also enjoying it!
Thank you very much for your patience until the end.
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apriqourslico · 5 years
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Loving first years 24/7
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apristachi · 7 years
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still love these babies
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constantinoreal · 6 years
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I started the season 2 of BNHA recently and I really like these two, they’re loyal and genuine, so I made them a couple of fanarts :)
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