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cam-arts · 2 years

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稲妻虎美 -- Inazuma Torami

yes she is op. abilities under the cut--

Nickname(s): Coach. Sarge. Crazy cat lady.

Age: 29 DOB: 07/27 Leo Blood Type: O Height: 5'11"/180 cm Weight: 170 Ibs/ 77kg Body type: Very muscular with bulk about her arms and legs. Very lean.

Appearance: Crimson eyes with tapetum lucidum and vertical pupils. Dark, rich rust-red hair coiffed on top of her head in a cow-licked mullet. Tan skin. Long dark nails. Pointed ears.

Alignment: Jujutsu Sorcerer. Occupation(s): Teacher of 3 years. Social media personality. Special Grade Sorcerer Former Occupation(s): Bodybuilder. Field athlete (pole vault, javelin throw). Personal trainer.

Personality:

A bit feral. Sly, Cheshire, feline, playful. Fiendish with a devil-may-care persona (think, pushing things over to see what happens). She is a wild-child but overall loyal to her team/friends. She's a bit of a delinquent and isn't afraid to bend (or break) rules in her favor.

Character Flaws

Prideful/Egoistic – She thinks she is the best. She wants to do it all on her own. Also, hell will freeze over before she admits she is wrong about something important. She has a pretty big ego.

Self-sacrificing – This is to her own detriment emotionally and sometimes physically. She has a tendency to give more of herself to her cause than she should. She is lone-wolf-ish when it comes to what is close to her heart. She has difficulty letting other people into her inner world.

Sadistic/Cruel – She does get a kick out of exorcising curses (and sometimes tormenting ill-doing humans/curse users…) She can go a bit overboard. Cats do like to play with their prey after all. This impulse extends a bit to how she trains her students (think, demanding gym coach) though not to the extreme.

Hedonistic/Pleasure-seeking – She enjoys shopping, working out, luxury items, etc. This tends to make her slack off on the things she sees as unimportant (or boring).

Vain – speaks for itself. This is more of a minor flaw. She does love to flex.

Power-Hungry/Perfectionist – She simply must be the best. This can drive her to take competition a little too seriously. She's also rather hard on herself as a result. This is fed by feelings of inadequacy given her low birthright (by jujitsu large family standards). While she wouldn't admit it, part of her does want to put her family name on the map. As such, she suffers and internalizes the pressure to perform flawlessly.

Character Perks

Disciplined/Dedicated – She will pick her goals and stick to them… Sometimes these goals don't align with what her superiors would want, though. She has an incredible capacity for work.

Honest/Direct – She doesn't hide what's on her mind for the most part. (With a few exceptions)

Spontaneous/Fun-loving – It's never a dull moment with her. Dependable/Caring – Despite her wild (and sometimes selfish) demeanor, she does care for her students deeply. She does her best to be a good mentor to them. She would give her life for them.

Charismatic/People Person – Despite being guarded about most of her personal life, Torami is quite extroverted. She enjoys spending time around people and attracts others to her quite easily.

Affectionate/Attentive – She is a very doting person. She'll remember birthdays, favorite foods, hobbies etc and will cater to those interests on occasion. This can sometimes come across as confusing or overbearing sometimes.

Good Sense of Humor/Laid Back – This encompasses most everything except her personal training, past and a few other exceptions. She likes to laugh (sometimes at others or her own expense.

Quirks

Basically nocturnal. She does missions at night much of the time and can be found sleeping for large parts of the afternoon.

Cannot hurt cats/Something of a cat whisperer/cat magnet.

Loves spicy foods.

Loves fish and sushi.

Prankster - likes to shock people for fun.

Likes to sit in high places (railings, powerline poles, rooftops, etc)

"Jared, 19, never learned how to fucking read." (She can read but often chooses not to. Definitely more of a "try it and see if it works" personality.)

Vices Alcohol (a play on the colloquialism of a "tiger" being a drunkard) and over-exerting herself.

Inherited Cursed Techniques

I. 虎俣娘 Toramata-Musume – Two-Tailed Tiger's Daughter

The cursed cat follows their lineage after one of her ancestors slaughtered a tiger's cubs. Only one cub lived. As such, the mother tiger lived a long life, long enough to become a powerful nekomata, or in this case, toramata.

The spirit of the tiger mother is believed to have cursed the family. And so, every generation, one girl child is born with the curse which manifests as the Toramata-Musume. The curse kills the mother after a daughter with the trait is born.

Only one person with Toramata-Musume can exist within a single generation of the Inazuma clan. If one is alive, another will not be born until that person dies. Hence, the abilities are difficult to master because the former curse user cannot pass knowledge down directly to the next in line. A litany or texts exist, though.

i.) Pros: Cat eyes. Night vision. Her night-vision is infinitely better than a typical human's. Her eyes are also much more sensitive to motion giving her the apparent ability to "preempt" an opponent's attack.

Superhuman sense of hearing. (Pointed ears).

Heightened physical ability, endurance, speed and strength. She is particularly stealthy and nimble on her feet.

Quicker thought processing times. Her mind moves incredibly quickly as do her reflexes.

As a bloodline curse, the Toramata-Musume allows Torami a pool of cursed energy to draw from which is larger than your average sorcerer's (though definitely not infinite). This exists in conjunction with her other inherited technique.

ii.) Cons: Photosensitivity/Photophobia and low visual acuity. She is functionally blind during the day if the sky is clear and there is an abundance of direct sunlight. Torami wears special lenses for this purpose. She cannot drive because she cannot read the approaching signs. She has trouble reading things up close as well.

Fun fact! Because she is neither near or far-sighted, there are no glasses that would fully correct her vision. Fun! (She does wear glasses to read up close though.)

Sound sensitivity and headaches. The city is quite noisy (cars and buses and trains). She can get overwhelmed while spending too much time in open urban spaces exposed to the noise. She sometimes wears earbuds but, given her problems with visual acuity, she uses them sparingly. This makes her a night owl as well.

Restlessness-Listlessness Dichotomy. She can work very hard for three to four 1-2 hour bursts during the day which are typically followed by long hours of lethargy (i.e. napping after workouts, requiring more time to recharge after battles, etc).

II. 雷獣 Raiju – Thunder Beast Grants the ability to manipulate electricity and generate it from cursed energy. It involves compressing vast amounts of cursed energy into a perfect stream (literally, electrons). She creates a large potential differential which allows lightning to form. This ranges from static shocks to lightning generation. This can be redirected off objects in her environment as well.

i.) Pros: Electricity (and lightning) are incredibly powerful tools for exorcism. Used well, it is very difficult to beat. This extends to the thunder (and concussive forces/sonic boom therein) which accompanies lightning.

ii.) Cons: Electricity is incredibly volatile. If it is not well-controlled via steady, focused cursed energy flow, then the user can be affected–like a fried circuit. The technique requires decades of training to master. The larger the output of energy, the larger the risk. The ability to flatten one's affect is critical to mastery. If exhausted, emotionally labile, or reckless, attempts at lighting can quickly injure (or kill) their user. As such, training Raiju involves training the mind more so than the body.

The technique is also very draining and after extended use, like her other inherited technique, Torami must rest.

She has paroxysmal atrial fibrillation induced by persistent use of and contact with high voltage electricity. (Just think of all the times she'd been shocked unexpectedly or messed up a technique. Ouch.) This manifests as episodes of weakness, chest pain, shortness of breath and rapid heart beat.

She has built up a high pain tolerance because Raiju is painful to use.

Extension Techniques

Toramata-Musume Extensions

i.) Seismic Sense/Whiskers She can "feel" the presence of curses through buildings and walls, as well as hear the current of cursed energy as it ebs or flows. She can sense vibrations in the world around her as well to pinpoint their source and gauge certain things about them based on the vibration emitted.

Raiju Extensions

i.) Static Field Essentially a shield around the user. Also creates a sort of immediate feedback for Torami as she can immediately tell when something has crossed the barrier. It burns cursed energy to keep running, though.

ii.) Thunder Clap Creates a thunderous wave with associated shock-wave after a clap of her hands.

Cursed Technique Reversal

"Electricity and magnetism are one and the same. Forever perpendicular, like two sides of the same coin."

Raiju Reversal – Magnetism Through VERY careful oscillations of her electric field, she can generate a magnetic field and adjust the polarity as she wishes. At small scales, this just makes things mildly magnetic. She can up the ante to create repulsion and attraction between objects.

Reversed Cursed Energy

Reversed Cursed Energy Technique – Regeneration She absorbs electric energy and uses that to heal. She has to be in contact with a source of electricity for this to work though. Kind of like sapping energy from a wire/cord/power line. (Yes, she was the kid sticking forks in power outlets.)

Innate Technique

白虎加速 - Byakko Kasoku - White Tiger Acceleration Electricity-based teleportation. This is an application of Raiju. She basically converts herself to EM (it goes off with a flash of white light, hence the name). It was difficult to master as she kind of has to guesstimate just how far she needs to hop. Also, imagine a child just sort of blinking in and out of existence haha

Byakko Flash Torami funnels the acceleration into her limbs for a stronger physical impact. This can also be used repetitively to get a "thousand fists-type" effect (think Chun-li's hyakuretsukyaku). It gives her the ability to hit impossibly fast.

Byakko Snap A quick step (think wave dash). Can get her out of some sticky situations.

Binding Vows

虎俣の復讐 Toramata No Fukushū – Twin-tailed Tiger's Revenge Essentially a last resort, rage mode. She increases in strength and combat ability the closer to death she is. Inspo: "The older and more abused a cat is prior to its transformation, the more power the nekomata is said to have." - link

月光嗜好症 Gekkou Shikoushou – Moonlight Intoxication Torami gets a power boost after sundown if the moon is full. Pros: All abilities get a boost and her cursed energy surges. Cons: She can get quite reckless. It's called intoxication for a reason. Also, damage done by use of Raiju still applies.

Domain Expansion

I. Complete Domain

皆既食 Kaiki Shoku – Total Eclipse (Solar eclipse) Shrouds the victim in utter darkness from which lightning can strike from any point. This domain trades fuzzy boundaries for power (i.e. the darkness is not global however the AOE is quite broad, extending at least a city block--kind of like a storm cloud overhead). Assuming her prey can find their way to the boundary, they could potentially escape it.

II. Simple Domain

皆既月食 Kaiki Gesshoku – Total Lunar Eclipse/Blood Moon. Creates a red-field about the user wherein lightning is guaranteed to strike as soon as the boundary is crossed. This is the prototype form of her complete domain. It takes a lot of the concentration required out of the ability. Like an autotargetting system. Cons – Cursed energy intensive.

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toomanyfandoms02 · 3 years

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Shameless // Fred Weasley

Summary - The gang challenges Fred and the Reader to fluster eachother after each being called shameless.

Word Count - 1.7k

I'm not gonna lie this was hot LMAOO

Fred and I were often compared to eachother. These were usually the words we were called

Outgoing

Spontaneous

Idiots

Humorous

Shameless

Pranksters

Delinquents

These were said by a mixture of people, but most knew us as best friends. I marched the halls with the twins every day, but everyone knew I was a just a little closer to Fred. There was just some connection there. A connection lots of people took out of context.

Sure, we flirted, but I flirt with a lot of people. Theres another word we were called, flirts! Though this had a good majority of my friends convinced that we were in love. It was at the point where people openly talked about it in front of us.

*"Nice ass Weasley!" I shouted as I entered the Great Hall. This drew a few eyes towards me, snickering. Fred turned around and looked to me, gesturing to his bum.*

*"Oh this old thing? Nothing compared to yours." I licked my finger and made a sizzle sound. Everyone was right, we really had no shame.*

And that's what my friends were on about at the moment. A big group of us were sitting in the Gryffindor common room. This included Harry, Hermione, Ron, the twins, Seamus, Dean, Angelina, and Ginny.

"You two flirt all the time without getting all ruffled. How do you do it?" Ginny asked.

"I don't know, it's just how we are I guess." I shrugged to Fred as I answered. He nodded in agreement.

"Matter of fact, I don't think I've ever seen either of you flustered." Dean butted in.

"I say we change that." George said with a simple nod. Fred looked at him with furrowed brows. "I say we challenge them!" It was clear that not one person in the room knew what George was on about, so he continued. "Alright see, I give them 3 days to see who can fluster who first. One of us has to see it though, to know it happened. Can the unflusterables fluster one another you think?" Georges arms were crossed at his chest cockily.

"I think that's a brilliant idea." Hermione agreed.

"That's easy, I'll totally win. I have no shame, no embarrassment." Fred announced with glee.

"We will see about that." I smiled at him with one eyebrow raised.

*Oh its on.*

After barely an hour of thinking about this whole challenge alone in my dorm, I realized that I walked myself right into failure. It wasnt that I though Fred could win, it was that I *knew* I would lose. In the way that I had never really charmed any boy. I didn't have anything up my sleeve. I was really just going to have to wing it.

That being said, Fred was quite the charmer. It was hilarious watching 1st years see him for the first time and swoon over him. Pulling girls in with simple winks and little waves across the room.

But now it was dinner time, so I see this as round one to this weird challenge George has concocted.

I made sure to make my way into the Great Hall nearly unnoticed, walking in with a sea of other students. I immediately spotted Fred and made a beeline towards him. Some of the group spotted me but said nothing, letting me go with my improvised plan.

I stood right behind Fred, reaching my hand into his hair and running my fingers though it. He turned his head slightly to see me.

"Hello love." He smiled at me sweetly. I continued, wrapping my arms around his neck lightly and leaning down so my chin was rested on his shoulder.

"You're hair is so soft." He turned his face to mine, our noses almost bumping.

"Thanks sweet cheeks." He put a small kis on my nose which made me smile, sitting next to him after.

"Nothing? Really? No blushy cheeks, or stuttered speech?" Angelina was flabbergasted clearly, her hands gesturing wildly in the air as she spoke.

"I honestly don't know if it's possible." George shrugged. "I just thought it would be interesting if it was."

"Oh I've got plans don't worry, this sexy ass will be blushing to the moon and back when I'm done with her." Fred looked down to me, smirking. He gave a challenging face.

"I know your deepest darkest secrets Weasley. Don't test me." I raised my eyebrow cockily as the whole group just stared puzzled.

"I wish I could talk to Cho like that." Harry huffed, earning a laugh from most of the group. (Aside from Ginny, who I was quick to tap her hand under the table at the comment. She had told me weeks ago how agonizing she felt.)

Later that night a good portion of the gang was hanging out in the common room again. I had just walked through the entryway and saw Fred sitting on the couch. As soon as we made eye contact he patted his lap. All heads whipped my way. I walked over and sat right on his lap, making myself comfortable. He grabbed my face lightly and put a small kiss on my jaw.

"Where were you love, we missed you." The few first years that had joined whatever conversation was going on looked as if they were going to be sick.

"Just went on a walk handsome." Everyone shook their heads with disappointed looks.

"Nothing, seriously?" Hermione laughed in disbelief. The youngins asked about the situation and it was explained to them. They all giggled about it for a while as we watched. Soon Fred was leaned very close to my ear.

"You should just give up now beautiful, you know you're going to lose." He whispered ever so lightly in my ear. I pushed his face away from mine so his ear was towards me.

"Really cute of you to think so." I whispered back. That was the last we spoke that night seeing as it was 10 pm.

I woke up the next morning hearing giggles from Hermione and Angelina. I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes. They got very quite as they saw me waking up.

"What are you two up to?" They looked down at the books they had in their hands, ignoring me. Just then I heard our shared bathroom open, seeing Fred come out wearing only a towel hanging low on his waist. I looked him up and down with a smile. "Not bad Weasley. Working out lately?"

I would never admit it outloud, but this one almost got me. He's only in a damn towel. I mean come on, everyone found Fred attractive.

Right?

"Yeah. Maybe you can try this whole thing in my dorm later? Maybe surprise me?" He winked and left the room quickly.

"Hey! Get your arse back here, that's my towel!" The girls followed us close behind, peaking out of the door to watch us in the hallway between the rest of the dorms.

"Oh you want it back? Her you go love." He pulled it right off his body and handed it to me. I knew if I closed my eyes, or covered them, they would count it as a loss for me. So I just maintained eye contact with him and yanked it from his hands. "Nervous?" He squinted at me. Man was the boy lucky there was not one else in these halls at 6 am.

"Never." I replied with a smile and turned away, walking back into the dorm. "Nice try ladies!" I dropped the towel in our hamper and they fell back onto Hermiones bed with a loud groan.

Later that day Hermione, Fred, George, me, Dean and Seamus had free time in Care of Magical Creatures.

"He was literally naked in front of her and she didn't even blink." Mione deadpanned.

"Maybe it's because shes seen it before." Fred elbowed my side.

"You wish." I rolled my eyes.

"Maybe I do." He stared daggers into my eyes.

"At this point I feel like even if you guys made out nothing would happen." George shrugged. This gave everyone a collective evil smile.

"Oh are we doing that now?" I asked as nonchalant as possible. Even with my heart racing a mile a second. Fred looked at me with confusion. "Unless you're too pussy." That wiped the confusion off his face.

"Nope." He grabbed my face and pulled it inches from his.

"I'm just going to warn you, I've never kissed, let alone made out with, a boy before. So I apologize in advance." I laugh-whispered to him, pushing my lips onto his. I grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him closer, running my hands through his hair.

His hand traced my jaw with one hand and the other was gripped to my hair.

"Pretty good for never kissing anyone, you sure you arent lying?" He said quietly in between kisses.

"I would never lie to you." He took my open mouth as an opportunity to use his tongue and deepen the kiss. I was ready to give up at this point, this boy was unknowingly ruining me. "Would you ever lie to me?" More questions between kisses.

"Never."

"You like me don't you?" His nose bumped with mine at the question. Starting to kiss up my jaw near my ear.

"Of course love." He laughed lightly, pulling back from the kiss. We turned back to the group which was a mixture of disgust, confusion, and knowing glances.

"Seemed like a lot of whispers for just making out don't you think?" Georges arms were crossed over his chest. We both shrugged.

"Sometimes friends just make out." I admitted, which was a very obvious lie.

"So you would make out with me then?" George challenged. Fred grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him with a glare to George.

"I think I won in a different way than anticipated." George smirked. "So are you guys going to get together or what?" Everyone nodded.

"Was that what this bullshit was about?" Fred asked loudly.

"Yeah of course. Two dimwits you are, walked right into it." Hermione shook her head. Fred grabbed my hand and squeezed it, making me blush furiously.

"I win!" He pointed to my heated cheeks.

"Shut up ares hole." I elbowed his side lightly.

"It didnt even take 3 days!" George cheered.

*Boy are we going to have some stories when we get older.*

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tyrantisterror · 3 years

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The ATOM Create a Kaiju Contest 3-D: Entry Roundup

You’ve been patiently waiting for the results of the ATOM Create a Kaiju Contest 3-D, and now... you have to wait a bit longer, but at least you’ve got an entry roundup with lots of sketches and a good bit of feedback for all the entrants! My goal is to get the finalists illustrated in a week or two, and after that, the grand prize winner will be announced. But, for now, the official entry roundup! After the cut:

I should note that while I sketched these in the order they were submitted, my scanner saved the documents with random names, so they’re a bit jumbled. You know, just in case you’re like me and would get confused noticing that it’s almost in chronological order but with some entries jumbled around.

@bugcthulhu’s Obsideban was designed as a counterpart to Rohobaron - the Black King to Rohobaron’s Red King, if you will. Or, well, Black Queen in this case, as Obsideban also takes her personality from the “delinquent girl” archetype in Japanese media. Bug’s designs always ooze personality, and I had a lot of fun translating this big, gnarly retrosaur into my own style.

@toothlessloveshiccup‘s Argonox is the first - but far from the last - monster in this breakdown that brings in a bit of fantasy influence to ATOM’s roster. A golden-fleeced ram with a vicious streak, this sheep is both treasure and dragon at once. And while it wasn’t written in the monster’s profile, given the Yamaneon-rich nature of its wool, Argonox might be able to replicate the healing power of the golden fleece too! A very fun mammalian kaiju and excellent entry.

@highly-radioactive-nerd submitted Gunmetal Jeeves, a robot butler who can gigantomax temporarily create a holographic/hard light version of himself to fight kaiju. That detail was a late revision added to the entry before the contest’s deadline, made after the creator realized that ATOM allows for some truly ludicrous bullshit, which is something everyone should exploit when making entries for this in my opinion. Also, this is a robot butler who can size shift. Revel in its awesome absurdity!

Ultranerd submitted Rajasaurus, a dimetrodon-like synapsid kaiju with electric powers. His origin specifies that the electric powers are a result of the volatile nature of the Yamaneon deposits he mutated under, which is an interesting idea. That’s another theme that cropped up a lot in this contest’s entries, actually - people really wanted to play with what Yamaneon can do.

Case in point, @polygonfighter’s Yamaneolith takes the Monolith Monsters homage at the heart of Yamaneon even more apparent. I like the implication that there is a second mineral-based lifeform at the root of this Yamaneon cluster’s anomalous behavior - a parasite, perhaps? It brings up some interesting possibilities.

@ariccio50 submitted Kukulkuzana, and damn is this a cool spin on the body plan of my martians. I made a few changes here and there (splitting its tail into two is probably the biggest one), but tried to keep true to the original design, because holy hell is it gorgeous. The idea that this is a mountain-dwelling creature is really intriguing to me, as it looks like a sea creature, but at the same time, that flexible and low-slung build WOULD work pretty well in mountains, and it’s just the right mix of plausible weirdness that makes for a fun alien design.

@akitymh submitted Aramzados, a Venusian monster that’s basically an organic hot rod car. I like the idea of organic machinery being the gimmick for Venusian kaiju, and Aramzado’s does it subtly enough to not feel like that gimmick is the sole thing going for it. I especially love this monster’s stange, apparently mouth-less blade-beaked face.

@virovac submitted Rurzar and Zar Rider, a Beyonder kaiju and mecha (respecitvely) that were both modified and repurposed by humans reverse engineering Beyonder technology to make, like, a motorcycle-saurus essentially. It is a delightfully absurd concept, and a very, very detailed one (13 pages of description). There’s a dark undercurrent beneath the sillyness, though, as this pair show that humanity might still be following the same path as the Beyonders before them.

@dinosaurana brings us Krangor, a humanoid monstrosity of living kelp! The goal here was to create a Jack Kirby-esque monster dude, complete with the gibberish name and all. He’s also made out of kelp, which feels very classic 1950′s monster-y despite me not being able to think of any monsters that were explicitly made of kelp. I love him.

@kiryuthechimera submitted Genkakurah, a psychic retrosaur with some draconic features. Though his substantial powerset is probably the biggest distinguishing feature of this kaiju (given that most ATOM kaiju pretty much have the same standard powers), what really draws me to him is that reptilian pseudo-beard. It’s just a fun detail!

@glarnboudin submits Tiratola, and see, there’s that fantasy influence again! Even more explicitly dragon-y than Kraydi, Tiratola still manages to toe the line between sci-fi and fantasy enough to fit ATOM as is while still cementing its ties to my own slice of fantasy fiction. Man it’s good I’m doing a Midgaheim book next, huh?

@dragonzzilla submitted Scuttlebutt/Argonautilus, a hermit crab kaiju who lives in/with a hollowed out mecha. That’s a twist I can’t recall ever hearing before, and the idea of a kaiju and a mecha having an equal partnership that doesn’t involve one being grafted to the other is really intriguing to me. A very unique concept!

@evolutionsvoid submitted Fleagor, an enormous flea who has no idea what to do with itself now that there’s no creature large enough for it to parasitize. I love that concept - it takes the core idea of the giant bug kaiju archetype (i.e. unsettling the audience by showing how terrifying small, “insignificant” creatures would be if our sizes were reversed) and really turns it on its head. The name also plays on the Universal Monsters, who were a huge part of 1950′s pop culture thanks to their movies being re-released in that era, so all and all this one is very on brand for ATOM!

@skarmorysilver submitted Lilacorn, another entry that plays up that Midgaheim/ATOM connection. Reinterpreting the mythological unicorn as an Cenozoic wooly rhinoceros-inspired monster gives it a very unique look, both in ATOM and in the general world of unicorns, and she has a bad-girl with a heart of gold personality to boot!

dracosaurus-rex submitted Florasaura, a two-headed plant/retrosaur hybrid monster. I love me some plant monsters, I love me some retrosaurs, and I love me some rhyming the word “flora” with other words that contain similar vowell sounds, so this one has me written all over it!

@downtofragglerock submitted Sauroguana, a delightfully odd flying retrosaur. There’s a great deal of charm to the original illustration that this sketch doesn’t quite capture - it’s a deceptively simple design with a lot of personality in it, and with those unique leg-wings it really doesn’t need a whole lot of frills to stand out.

Draxi submitted Brakan, an unimpressive burrowing retrosaur kaiju whose mastery of illusions allows it to convince other kaiju it’s actually a big, super-powerful badass that’s the ultimate fighter in the universe. It’s a delightful parody of the concept of a fan self-insert god-mode character, with a really fun story built into it to boot!

@quinnred submitted O.N.I.A.C., a mysterious cocooned kaiju whose chrysalis has been turned into an organic computer of sorts by the people studying it, and seems to possess a fairly advanced intelligence for a kaiju. It’s a really bizarre and ominous idea, with built in intrigue given how vague its nature is. Is it just a kaijufied butterfly/moth who got stuck mid transformation? A relative of the Mothmanuds? Something else, perhaps equally alien? Good story potential here.

shadyserpent submitted Vespilitor, a bat/retrosaur hybrid made by the nefarious Spooks Organization. A mercurial prankster whose tendency to stir up trouble never crosses the line into maliciousness, he’s the kind of monster who would make a great foil to a lot of ATOM’s cast. I’d especially like to see him in a prank off with Ahuul - it’d be like Bugs Bunny fighting Daffy Duck, but on a kaiju scale.

@multiversefan submitted the Yamaneon King, a nomadic kaiju whose refusal to settle down causes problems as he stirs up trouble at kaiju sanctuaries all over the globe by showing up unannounced and stirring up the locals. He was basically designed to be a monster that the kaiju sanctuary initiative would struggle to deal with, which is a good idea for a post-ATOM Volume 2 story conflict.

Sir K submitted Jadeera, a kirin kaiju that can actually forcibly convert most of its body to Yamaneon to enter a dormant, statue-like state in a loose homage to King Shisa. Though the fantasy elements are far more present than I usually prefer for ATOM kaiju, I think it should be noted they’re pushed that far for a purpose - a theme in Jadeera’s entry, which continues where its creator left off with their submission to the previous ATOM create a kaiju contest (Yokaigon), is that the world of kaiju is more complicated and challenging than many are willing to accept, which is a theme in ATOM itself. Yokaigon’s more supernatural/occult powers are based on the ghost parascience of my setting, which ATOM has delved into a bit (Pathogen being the big example), so it’s not as out of left field as some might think.

@cerothenull brings us our final entry (unless some got lost thanks to tumblr’s shitty tagging system), the flying spider Naeranti. She’s a kaiju spider who uses silk to make complicate hot-air balloons, more or less, and that’s just delightful. ATOM could always use more spider-monsters, and with a really unique gimmick backing up a wonderfully distinct look, Naeranti is sure to stand out among her fellow giant arachnids.

Well, that’s the roundup! In a week (or two, depending on how much my hand cramps) we’ll have the five finalists, and sometime after that, the grand prize winner!

#The Atomic Time of Monsters #The ATOM Create a Kaiju Contest 3D

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tnbc-thoughtsandheadcanons · 2 years

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I saw an anonymous asking about LSB as parents, and I also came to think about this. I have heard different ideas about them as parents, but one thing I wondered is Lock the strict one of the three? Some say Shock would be the stern one while many think Lock would be the stern one. Personally I think Lock would be the stern one while Shock or Barrel would be more easy-going. Lock is the leader of the trick-or-treaters, and he does get upset if he isn't in charge or being disrespected, so I think he would be the one to have rules and want his kids to behave, and he seems to be the brash one in the trio, though I might be wrong.

What are your thoughts on this? Do you have any headcanons about this?

Regarding this ask.

You bring a good point, anon! Thank you for your contributions to this headcanon/idea! This is all so interesting!

Your HCs make sense to me..! Lock would probably be more stern/strict, wanting to be in absolute control with his children & always have the upper hand. Since he’s a demon in my HC, he’s a force that shouldn’t be reckoned with..! Although I think he’d have a troublesome influence, raising them to be pranksters and delinquents(like he was at their age!). Although they would respect their father, they’d likely inherit his brash attitude.

I think Barrel would be the most lenient, letting his kids have sweets and junk-foods. He would also teach them how to be great trick-or-treaters, getting the most candy on Halloween! I see him being kind and loving of his children, proud of them if they uphold is trick-or-treating record..! He’d want to be a positive change compared to how Oogie Boogie treated him, never wanting to be too harsh or unkind. He might spoil them, but knows where to draw the line..!

Shock is probably not *as* easy-going as Barrel, since she has a short temper and sometimes punishes them a little severely. But she’s very protective, and would unleash her wrath if anyone ever bullies or picks on her kids! I think all three of them would be good at catching their children in a lie(especially if they try to cross their fingers behind their backs like they used to!) They would know if they’re ever up to no good since they grew up with a similar mischievousness.

#Lock Shock and Barrel #Headcanons #Theories #Anonymous #Ask #my inbox is empty now so if anyone would like to send anything in go ahead!#i know it's quite a dead time for the tnbc fandom though since it's only march #i'm excited for mirror moon in april and CAN'T wait for july!

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chiseler · 3 years

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Dastardly Deeds

If you happened to find yourself wandering around New York in the late Sixties, especially if you were up near the Columbia University campus, chances are good you might have encountered the graffito “George Metesky Was Here” spray painted on walls and sidewalks and store fronts. Even if you had seen it, though, chances are equally good it made no impression. Most people who saw the cliched slogan likely thought little of it, assuming it had been left by some poor, desperate soul named George Metesky in a pathetic bid for attention.” But those people would’ve been wrong on two counts.

First, although Metesky was still alive at the time, the graffitos had been left by a radical activist named Sam Melville, not Metesky himself. And second, as pathetic and desperate as Metesky may have been, he had more important things to do than spray paint his own name on walls all over Manhattan.

Sam Melville, who detonated eight pipe bombs in government and corporate office buildings around Manhattan in 1969, is today remembered as one of the radical Left’s first bomb makers of the late Sixties, presaging the likes of the Weathermen and the Armed Resistance Unit. He was eventually arrested, convicted, and shipped off to Attica, where he died in the 1971 uprising. Even though Metesky had no apparent interest in politics, radical Left or otherwise, he was still Melville’s hero and role model. After you learn a bit about Metesky’s story, you have to wonder why, exactly, Melville latched onto him instead of, say, an early 20th century explosives maestro like anarchist Mario Boda, but there you go.

Metesky was born in Connecticut in 1903. In his teens, he enlisted in the Marines and was shipped off to the U.S. consulate in Shanghai, where he served as an electrician. When his stint was up, he returned to the States and moved in with his two sisters in Waterbury, Connecticut. He also took a job as a mechanic with Consolidated Edison.

By 1930, Metesky had been assigned to ConEd’s Hellgate generating plant. While he was wiping down a generator one day in September of 1931, a nearby boiler exploded. Not only was Metesky blown to the ground, but he inhaled a plume of scalding, noxious gas which seared his lungs. He lay on the plant’s cement floor for hours, he said, receiving no medical assistance whatsoever. As he would later claim, breathing those industrial fumes resulted in a case of pneumonia which then developed into tuberculosis, leaving him bedridden and unable to work.

After Metesky collected six months worth of sick pay, ConEd terminated his employment. His worker’s compensation claim was denied because he’d missed the filing deadline. Three subsequent appeals of the decision were also denied, in part thanks to testimony delivered by three former co-workers, who, perhaps with some encouragement from ConEd brass, insisted Metesky’s injuries weren’t as bad as he claimed. Metesky, who was only 33 when his final appeal was denied, suddenly found himself sickly, unemployable, and very, very angry.

Five years later, it’s safe to say that everyone at ConEd had completely forgotten about George Metesky. George Metesky, however, had not forgotten about them. On the morning of November 16th, 1940, he placed a small pipe bomb inside a wooden toolbox, strolled into a ConEd substation on West 64th St. in Manhattan, and left it on a windowsill.

It was a primitive device, just a short length of brass pipe packed with gunpowder with a sugar and battery detonator. Such bombs rarely detonate as planned, which may be a moot point, as Metesky’s was discovered before anything happened. That may have been at least partially intentional, as wrapped around the bomb was a slip of paper. In a block-lettered handwriting (which would become familiar to investigators in later years) he’d written:

“CON EDISON CROOKS – THIS IS FOR YOU.”

The would-be bomb was shrugged off by the ConEd crooks, and ignored by everyone else. The same was true nearly a year later, in September of 1941, when another bomb with a similar design was found on the sidewalk several blocks away from the Irving Place building that housed ConEd’s headquarters. There was no note, the bomb did not explode, and few gave it a thought.

Despite two duds which made no mark whatsoever on the public consciousness (let alone ConEd), Metesky apparently had a grossly inflated sense of the impact he was having. That would explain the note received by a (very confused) NYPD shortly after the U.S. entered WWII in December of 1941. Metesky, an ex-Marine, wrote in that same block lettering:

“I WILL MAKE NO MORE BOMB UNITS FOR THE DURATION OF THE WAR – MY PATRIOTIC FEELINGS HAVE MADE ME DECIDE THIS – LATER I WILL BRING THE CON EDISON TO JUSTICE – THEY WILL PAY FOR THEIR DASTARDLY DEEDS... F.P.”

The “FP” signature was a mysterious new addition, but what’s not to love about someone who, apparently in all seriousness, uses the term “dastardly deeds”? The NYPD promptly filed the letter away in their “Crank Letters from Would-Be Cartoon Villains” drawer.

Metesky meant what he said about laying low in deference to the war effort, however, waiting an entire decade before planting his next bomb, satisfying himself in the interim by sending angry notes in ALL CAPS to ConEd and the cops. When he did finally get around to planting bombs again in 1951, two things had changed. First, his designs had grown slightly more sophisticated, meaning this next generation of pipe bombs actually exploded most of the time. And second, although at heart ConEd was still his target, the actual placement of the bombs had become decidedly more random. Also, whether it was intentional or the result of an increasingly unstable Metesky merely losing track, throughout the 1950s he bombed several buildings multiple times.

In March of 1951, the first of Metesky’s pipe bombs to actually detonate was dropped in a trash can outside the Grand Central Oyster Bar on the first level of Grand Central Station. No one was injured. About three weeks later he blew up a phone booth in the New York Public Library, followed by another phone booth in Grand Central.

Between 1951 and 1956, he blew up several phone booths, bathrooms, storage lockers and trash cans. He left bombs in the subway, the RCA building, Macy’s, and several movie theaters. He hit the New York Public Library twice, Grand Central five times, Radio City three times, the Port Authority twice, and Penn Station five times. He also finally got one inside ConEd headquarters, and tried mailing another to his nemesis, though it turned out to be a dud.

In most cases he would place a warning call to the targeted building in question, letting them know there was a bomb on the premises so the building could be evacuated. Considering the minimal damage his bombs generally caused, it’s also conceivable he made the warning calls to let people in the targeted buildings know the loud “bang” they thought they heard in the bathroom was in fact a terrorist attack.

Sadly for Metesky, despite all his hard work the NYPD dismissed his reign of terror as merely the work of juvenile delinquent pranksters. The press didn’t treat him any better, if they took any notice at all. These were, after all, very small pipe bombs.

Perhaps out of frustration, in October of 1951 he mailed a letter to the New York Herald Tribune which read:

“BOMBS WILL CONTINUE UNTIL THE CONSOLIDATED EDISON COMPANY IS BROUGHT TO JUSTICE FOR THEIR DASTARDLY ACTS AGAINST ME. I HAVE EXHAUSTED ALL OTHER MEANS. I INTEND WITH BOMBS TO CAUSE OTHERS TO CRY OUT FOR JUSTICE FOR ME.”

You do have to feel sorry for Medesky. After being fucked over by ConEd, and after learning all the usual channels of redress were stacked against him, he was forced to take drastic measures. But try as he might, even then he was ignored. He was nobody. All he wanted was a little attention, for someone to listen to his gripe. He clearly wasn’t out to hurt people—he just wanted a little justice. You can sense his growing aggravation in a follow-up letter to the Herald Tribune, which arrived in late December:

“HAVE YOU NOTICED THE BOMBS IN YOUR CITY – IF YOU ARE WORRIED, I AM SORRY – AND ALSO IF ANYONE IS INJURED. BUT IT CANNOT BE HELPED – FOR JUSTICE WILL BE SERVED. I AM NOT WELL, AND FOR THIS I WILL MAKE THE CON EDISON SORRY – YES, THEY WILL REGRET THEIR DASTARDLY DEEDS – I WILL BRING THEM BEFORE THE BAR OF JUSTICE – PUBLIC OPINION WILL CONDEMN THEM – FOR BEWARE, I WILL PLACE MORE UNITS UNDER THEATER SEATS IN THE NEAR FUTURE. F.P.”

Finally, the NYPD and others began putting the pieces together. Yes, as a matter of fact, there had been more bombings than usual in the city these past months, hadn’t there? And if these letters were any proof, the man responsible was completely bonkers. Sounds like he has some kind of beef with ConEd, but hey, who doesn’t?

Still, it says something that in November of 1954, a bomb Metesky had sewn into the cushion of a seat in Radio City Music Hall exploded as a sold out house of over 6,000 people watched a screening of White Christmas. Three people sitting near the seat in question were mildly injured and taken to the first aid station, 50 other people in the immediate vicinity were asked to move to different seats, and the rest were allowed to continue enjoying the film and the state show that followed. Only after the audience filed out an hour and a half later did cops move in to start collecting evidence. Bombs had been going off all over Manhattan for three years, but they were still being treated like backfiring cars or manhole fires.

It was only in 1956, after an elderly bathroom attendant at Penn Station and an audience member at the Paramount theater in Brooklyn were seriously injured that Metesky’s bombing campaign finally received the kind of banner headlines he’d been after. After years of trying, he’d finally been recognized in the tabloids as “The Mad Bomber.”

Suddenly under pressure from newspapers and the public, NYPD captain John Cronin publicly announced, perhaps tongue-in cheek, that he was launching “the largest manhunt the city’s police department had ever undertaken” to capture the Mad Bomber. He even created the NYPD’s first Bomb Investigation unit.

Although none of the hundreds of officers working the case were able to come up with a single solid clue, the campaign did have one immediate effect. Suddenly people all over the city began turning in neighbors and co-workers they felt had been behaving strangely. And the number of delusional types anxious to take credit for the bombing spree jumped precipitously. The cops found they were spending far more time and manpower fending off the cranks and crackpots than they were actually trying to find the bomber.

Essentially on a whim given nothing else was happening, Cronin contacted the assistant commissioner of the New York State Commission for Mental Hygiene, James A. Brussel, and asked if he had any ideas. Brussel, a psychiatrist and criminologist, agreed to take a look at the evidence to see what he could glean. Apart from the obvious—that the bomber was a paranoid with a serious gripe against ConEd—he also produced what is considered among the first )non-fictional) examples of criminal profiling.

Brussel came up with a 13-point list of attributes investigators should be looking for in a suspect, which in retrospect turned out to be surprisingly accurate. The bomber, he said, would likely be a male in his forties. He’d be of medium build, a good and meticulous worker, probably of Slavic origin. He was likely a loner with no wife, not much interest in women, living in Connecticut with an older sister. He was on the arrogant side, and probably didn’t respond well to criticism. And oh, when he was arrested he would likely be wearing a buttoned double-breasted suit.

(It’s unclear how he came up with that last one.)

At Brussels suggestion, the NYPD distributed the profile to all the local papers, asking them to give it a big push. The thinking was, if there was anything in the profile Brussel got horribly wrong, the Mad Bomber, being an arrogant paranoid, would feel compelled to step forward to insist on a correction. So on Christmas Day, 1956, the profile was plastered across the front pages of every paper in town.

The next day, the New York Journal-American (in cooperation with the cops) took it a step further, running a front-page plea directly to the Mad Bomber, asking that he turn himself in, promising not only that he’d get a fair trial, but that the paper would publish his side of the story.

The ploy worked about as well as could’ve been hoped. The very next day, December 27th, Metesky’s response arrived at the Journal-American’s offices:

“My days on earth are numbered – most of my adult life has been spent in bed – my one consolation is – that I can strike back – even from my grave – for the dastardly acts against me.”

He also included a detailed list of all the places he’d planted bombs thus far (some of which hadn’t been found yet), and stated he had no intention of giving himself up. The note, as usual, was signed “FP.”

Now that they had him on the hook, the cops and the Journal-American decided to play him a little. They ran his letter along with another plea that he explain a bit more clearly how his beef with ConEd arose.

Unable to resist now that he finally had an audience, Metesky immediately wrote back, explaining he’d been left permanently disabled because of a workplace injury while employed by ConEd, and that they’d refused his worker’s compensation claim.

“When a motorist injures a dog – he must report it – not so with an injured workman – he rates less than a dog – I tried to get my story to the press – I tried hundreds of others – I typed tens of thousands of words (about 800,000) – nobody cared – [...] – I determined to make these dastardly acts known – I have had plenty of time to think – I decided on bombs.”

A quarter century after the fact, having finally found an audience eager to hear his story, Medesky couldn’t stop himself, and penned yet another letter. He wrote at length about the circumstances surrounding his injury and his fight for worker’s comp, including the exact date the accident took place. The letter contained pretty much every bit of information any detective worth a damn would need, save for Metesky’s full name and a map to his house.

Well, despite ConEd’s best efforts to block access to their employment files, a clerk named Alice Kelly took it upon herself to do a little digging through the worker’s comp cases, eventually stumbling upon Metesky’s file, which had been clearly labeled “permanently disabled.” The real tip-off, though, were the letters from Metesky included in the file, many of which used the term “dastardly deeds.”

Around midnight on January 21st, 1957, a group of NYPD and Waterbury officers showed up on Metesky’s front step. He seemed to have been expecting them. He let them in, answered their questions, gave them a writing sample, showed them his workshop and all his bomb making tools, and explained that “FP” stood for “Fair Play.” When the officers sent him upstairs to get dressed for the drive to the station where he’d be booked, Metesky—and you saw this coming—returned a few minutes later in a buttoned-down double-breasted suit.

Over the course of seventeen years, Metesky planted 33 bombs around New York, 22 of which detonated. A handful of people were injured, but no one was killed. Given his motivation, you have to believe he was looking foerrward to a trial in which he’d be able to air his grievances with ConEd in a public forum that would undoubtedly receive a mountain of press coverage. And looking back now, you have to believe both the press and a jury would be sympathetic to the poor schlub’s plight. No doubt ConEd realized this too.

Before the proceedings got underway in the spring of 1957, though, a judge declared Metesky legally insane and unfit to stand trial. So there went his public forum. On April 18th, 1957, Medesky was remanded to the Matteawan Hospital for the Criminally Insane. Given the state of his health, it was expected he wouldn’t last six months.

In December, 1973, having been determined to no longer be a threat to anyone, the still very much alive 70-year-old Metesky was released. He returned home to Waterbury, where he lived a quiet life until his death in 1994 at age 90.

While he was institutionalized, the Journal-American retained a worker’s compensation attorney in an attempt to get Metesky’s claim re-opened. The hope was they might be able to force ConEd to cough up the decades worth of back pay Metesky was owed. The appeal was denied.

by Jim Knipfel

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I recall you saying you don't know Day6 well enough for an analysis, but what about now? If you can, we'd love one. Thank you!

HEYOOO!

Umm a lot hasn’t changed on that front but I feel like the distance might be a good thing so I’m going to attach some small mini-analysis after the cut.

sungjin

Bob is literally the most dad friend ever and I think he really takes the cake (though GOT7′s JB comes a close second). He looks so constantly done with all of his members, and yet - probably the one who cleans the kitchen and makes sure to stock up on water/ramyeon/veggies etc.

I feel like he was born to be the hyung, you know? He is the responsible and primary caregiver type. Even though he doesn’t make a big show of it, it seems to be a big part of his personality that he takes care of other people

Also, my god his humour is just.... something commendable, truly. He can’t be funny to save his ass but atleast he keeps trying and i think THATS what so funny about him??? sungjin-ah.... never give up bby

I feel like he’s the least complicated of all members. He doesn’t seem to be the emotionally volatile type and seems very centred in his personality, he also seems oddly like he might have a sister? a younger one (does he? idk, mydays pls let me know). it’s just that other than the protective bear stereotype, he does seem emotionally well-adjusted. Maybe he’s just at that point in life where he can encounter a shitty day or some sort of hardship and look at it straight and say - ok, that’s fucked up. But I guess we gotta just work through it. (in comparison, wonpil would be shrieking through his lungs AND working through it)

in terms of a temper i think he most certainly has one but it takes him a while to get there and i don’t think he’d talk through it AT ALL. maybe cleanliness would be his pet peeve? (im just shooting in the dark here)

to wrap it up, sungjin is the sort of guy (in my opinion at least) who has a strong and steady value system and he’s sort of ok with dealing with the world as long as he has it figured out in his head. He knows who he is, and therefore there is little conflict he brings to the world. If he wasn’t playing in this band, I’d 1000% see him settle for the corporate life and clean9 to 5 job which lets him come back home by 7pm and have some cold beer while watching football and hearing his kids play in the living room

Jae

Aww man this skinny bitch. I feel like the fandom is sleeping on his ‘annoying prankster’ potential because i think he’d give peeves a run for his money

derives great joy from the misery and anguish of others (probably has Wonpil maniacally laughing in the background)

on a normal day Jae is the sort of person who’s probably going through memes on the phone while everyone’s having a serious conversation about their tour or like their everyday schedules. He has a few things he cares about in life and is okay to take a backseat when it comes to the other shit. As long as he gets what he needs (a possible slytherin mofo?)

But that’s not to say that he’s easygoing or wishywashy about the things that he does care about. Music, matters a lot to him. Even though he’s not academically musically instructed (as young k is) he has spent a whole lot of time and effort into educating himself to the point that it really shows in their albums (i could wax poetry about the complexity of Day6′s music and how its so refreshing in it’s personality of being both goth and peppy i-). So Jae is most certainly determined, goal driven and very intrinsically motivated

Also, very much in his head. If he doesn’t have a strong pisces placement, I’m willing to eat my foot. I feel like while Young K is very intense about his emotions, Jae gets very emotional about the people he surrounds himself with.

With people: not very trusting of everyone. Has a chosen few that he goes to certain things about. Might be the kind of person who distributes his troubles by categories to various confidants. But also, trust is something that is earned with jae. But that is not to say that he won’t get along with other people. He’s cordial and is good in engaging a crowd (as a performer, MC, friend, VJ) but he’s also good at drawing lines and boundaries

the most incredible part of his personality for me has always been his work-ethic and his drive to be better. He’s always challenging himself through his existing skill set, but also pushing himself to learn new things. Sounds like a bloody workaholic to me.

probably shit at figuring out his own feelings/emotions/attitude about certain things. But always up for being the wise advice-giver to other delinquents (read: jamie)

sarcastic wit to sass everyone for days. probably a loki over thor guy

Kink master extraordinaire. Likes cooking up shit and encourages people to sin.

Young K

emo baby af. But we all knew this so more on that later

The ultimate Onion of a personality. Young K, off the bat, seems like he hides so many layers. Not purposely at all, but simply because he’s unable to communicate the extent of his mental world to the public

one beautiful way he has found to channelise all of his thoughts and ideas about the world is clearly through his music and lyrics. But he’s also extremely creative in other ways (art and fashion). I feel like he’s the sort of person who feels most confident and assured in himself when he’s creating.

socially, what a mess. I wouldn’t say he has trust issues like Jae does but im pretty sure he’s made some foolish mistakes about choosing friends and not realising how to navigate that friendship (friendships where he has demanded too much or has been demanded too much of??). But otherwise a jovial fool the kind of person who laughs the loudest (and dorkiest) at a dinner with friends

how’s his alcohol intake? I have this super funny intake of a drunk young k trying to write mini love poems for all his friends and sungjin being called to take him home and the call actually begins with “did he try to be poetic again?”

while im trying to paint a picture of him as a jester (because young k also needs to be seen for beyond his emotionality) he’s the kind of guy that would surprise you with how brilliant he is. An actual wisecrack/genius, and very underappreciated. I wouldn’t be surprised if he someday returns to teaching

Right. Emotionality though. If he isn’t some pisces (sun or moon) i will actually yell. He’s the definition of ‘someone who navigates an alternate plane, is open to a world that most people don’t even begin to understand exists’. i feel like speaking to him about abstract concepts - such as the existence of truth, the point of life, the definition of beauty, other existential phenomenon - would be so much fun because he’s have such an interesting and unconventional take on things. I feel like he’s make me humble with the words he has (he already makes me feel so secure with all of his lyrics because i realize, even if the world is shit what a relief that someone like young k exists)

probably would be a guilt-ridden but a wonderfully emotionally supportive boyfriend. Someone who understands your demons all too well and would go the extra mile to provide whatever help he can

1000% has high neuroticism scores that would be cause for concern. someone give him a Beck’s depression inventory right away.

HAHAHAHAH probably the fucking kinkiest mofo, after Jae

Wonpil

An actual baby!!

No ok but wonpil has matured THE most in all of Day6 and i really didn’t realise it until i notice how his expressions have become more closed during airport pics, and his voice has gained a new level of emotionality in live stages, and he’s also a lot more reserved these days on variety shows

still the most extrovert in the group. I just think the fame, the crowd, the possible betrayals as a result of their growing fame and having to be an adult in this tough situation - has gotten to him. But that’s inevitable really. None of us can be protected from the reality of life that leeches away at our innocence

such a vibrant soul. Such a giver. As a friend, he’s literal sunshine. Not much of a protector, but more of an amicable I’ll-always-be-there-for-you sort of person (though im guessing the amount of people he extends this courtesy to nowadays has probably reduced.

fucking made to be an entertainer. He’s naturally funny and attracts all the energy (and eyes) in the room to himself. A very good mood maker if you will

in terms of neuroticism, I think he’d be more on the depression (from the constant stress workstyle and the increasing loneliness) than an anxious person. I think he probably is a bit volatile in his emotions but that’s because he gets lost in the moment. He’s literally someone who lives in the present far more than he lives in the past (sungjin or young k) or the future (jae)

don’t think he's intrinsically motivated much. Prone to a lot of lazy days, a lot of extreme gaming and just randomnly playing jokes and pranks on people. he’d need some strongly external guidance/deadlines to get his work ethic going

high extraversion and agreeableness, probably low on conscientiousness (especially discpline) but fascinated by aesthetic beauty (openness to experience).

Dowoon

Honest to god i cannot figure him out. I think it’s a case of - im trying to look deeper and harder but the truth is, it’s not even that complicated

underappreciated oppa potential 100000%

still comes through as a dork of a maknae. has zeROhand eye coordination outside of drumming. the kind of kid who breaks the glassware and blames it on his sibling (wonpil) and his parents totally believe him because he could do no wrong (aka sungjin grudginly yells at wonpil, again, about house rules)

just a man dedicated to his drums and his food. if he can play some solid beats, get some work done on the albums, play a nice set on a tour, have some chicken and beer while he is resting, have his hyungs fool around in the green room --> he good bruh

but by no means does that make him a fool (though i do think he’s a bit of a fool sometimes when it comes to picking up social cues about wonpil/jae making fun of him. he lacks the 눈치 you know what i mean)

Also (maybe I just love plot twists) but i think he’d be eerily good at picking up on people feeling sad/depressed/lonely/off in general. He’d be like that guy who just walks into the room and sees you just slinking away on the sofa and he thinks.... nah im just going to give them space and go get myself some food. But literally a few seconds later, he sits by you on the sofa, offers you food, and asks what’s on your mind. The silent supporter kind. Willing to listen, willing to be there for you

i don’t know much about dowoon so im just going to end this with: arms that can lift kids/ crush you in a bear hug/ pin you against a wall and leave bit marks on your neck

sorry if that didn’t cover much. I sort of only know day6 with their music. If im extremely wrong or way off about someone, please reach out and correct me!!

#day6 #character analysis #sungjin #young k #jae #wonpil #dowoon

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thenamesreader · 5 years

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Kids Again

Sato Household

Korra Sato- Former firefighter and hockey player; now karate and dance teacher. Most know her now as wife to Asami Sato which sometimes does get on her nerves because that’s not all she is. She’s also a Sports Mom.

Asami Sato- Matriarch of the household. That title was proudly given to her by Korra and the children, though she tends to disagree. Teaches her children money management, even though they’re the richest family on their block. The kids banned her from PTA meetings because she tends to get a little too into the meetings.

Yang Xiao Long- Oldest daughter of Asami and Korra. Huge dork. Adopted at three with her little sister, Ruby, and refused to take on the Sato name because her name was the last connection she had with her father. She quite liked being called a “dragon”. She also didn’t want Ruby’s last name to be changed either. She loves her parents, though. She keeps her brother and sisters in line when the parents are gone. She learned engineering from Asami.

Lance McClain- The man of the house. He and Yang are only a few weeks apart, so they consider themselves twins. He was adopted the year after Ruby and Yang. He and Yang constantly fight over stupid things but get along at the end of the day. He gets annoyed when his younger sister, Yuki, steals his sweatshirts but doesn’t make a big deal out of it. He likes to sing and play guitar and is too stubborn for his own good sometimes.

Yuki Sato- Middle child and is definitely both Korra and Asami’s child. She likes to invent things and is known to try and see the good in people. She was adopted with her twin sister into the family from an abusive home. She and Lance constantly insult each other except when the other is feeling down. She’s known to be somewhat reckless and wants a job in science and business field. She’s always happy and loves pretty much everything and everyone. She adores her Uncle Bolin and seems to have a feud with Mako, who she calls anything but his name. Most common used insult she uses is “Peasant”. Blueberry pancakes are her favorite comfort food, but she can’t cook without burning the house down.

Adora- She’s the twin sister of Yuki. Guess which household they lived in. Yuki’s usually trying to protect her from something and keep her happy, something that she had been doing ever since they were little, and it gets on her nerves but she understands why. She likes when they switch roles, even if they have the usual petty sibling squabble here and there.

Ruby Rose- The baby of the household, she’s kind of spoiled. She’s the only one to not get into squabbles with her older siblings and doesn’t like choosing sides when it comes to family. She’s very interested in engineering like Yang and Yuki, making small gadgets when she can. She likes strawberries and cookies and sweets. Yuki and Yang dote on her the most.

Shadow Weaver’s Household (She somehow she was able to adopt children after Adora and Yuki)

Blake Belladonna- I’m... I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done this. She’s the oldest and is the most defiant because she’s doing the best to keep her sisters safe. Depending on how bad it gets, she sneaks her sisters out of the house at night and goes next door to Korra and Asami’s house, which is actually all the time. She’s into literature and poetry and tends to get in trouble at school a lot because she tends to vandalize certain teachers cars or classrooms. She’s Yang’s best friend and loves hanging out with the Sato family and being surrounded by so much love and kindness.

Monika- The quieter of her sisters who feels constant Middle Child Syndrome because Shadow Weaver tends to ignore her and both Blake and Catra getting the brunt of their guardian’s abuse (I will never call her a mother. She does not deserve that title). She’s considered the good one out of all three of them because she doesn’t act out when angered or for the fun of it. She’s only acted out once against Shadow Weaver to help Blake at one point because she had gotten fed up, but... that didn’t end well. She gave Yuki the nickname of “Jumper” when they were younger and the name kind of stuck. The two are always studying together since Jumper has some trouble with certain subjects.

Catra- Just a straight-up delinquent. She’s spraypainted the side of the school with very vulgar imagery and spraypainted “pig” on the principal’s car. She’s written nasty messages on her bullies lockers, too. (Cardin definitely deserves it). She’s constantly getting detention or getting suspended in the first few weeks of school. She’s full of rage and doesn’t know where she should direct it. She’s also a huge prankster and plays pranks on her friends all the time. Adora’s the one to keep her from going too far with her delinquency, even though Blake’s tried.

#crossover #she-ra and the princesses of power #rwby #legend of korra #voltron legendary defender #korrasami #bumbleby #catradora #lance mcclain #ruby rose #oc #ddlc monika

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ivyprism · 8 months

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Here we go! The Dating Sim of the Year!

You start the game. You've been waiting months to play this game, and it's now here. You eagerly create your character. Your game begins with a song. You were taken aback by the game. You may choose the genre of the story and switch between the romances if you choose. The developer went above and above; it's almost amazing.

"Careful, you'll catch a cold…" You are ecstatic when a harsh and deep voice emanates from the screen. The voice acting was fantastic! You already liked Sangria. He had offered your MC a jacket while staring out with a flush on his face in the CG.

"You're my choice. Don't ever let anyone tell you anything different." As Falcon's deep and gruff voice comes through the screen, you blush slightly. He was cradling the MC you made in his arms in the CG.

"Let me be your hero... Please..." Aegean's voice came next, and it was gentle and light. As you see a CG, his voice shakes, and he is on his knees, gripping your MC's hands and looking at you pleadingly.

"Pfft... Don't look at me like that... I'll get the wrong idea." Maple's calm and cool voice followed. As your MC gazed at him, he was covering his face with his hand, an orange tint on his face.

"It's okay, I won't let you fall..." Sepia's voice was the next to be heard. Their voice was as gentle as a warm blanket and as smooth as honey. They were holding your MC's hand as they walked on water step stones in the CG.

"I told you to be careful!" Briar's rough, deep, and harsh voice was the next to come through. They were holding your MC's bridal style as they strolled in the CG. They were looking at your MC with a mixture of irritation and anxiety.

"Come on! It'll be fun!" Rosewood's upbeat and joyful voice shone through. In the CG, she was dragging your MC by the hand to a carnival.

"You're doing better, I'm proud." Juniper's calm and compassionate voice can be heard via the screen. She's sitting behind your MC in the CG, showing them how to play the guitar.

You didn't realize how this game would quite literally drag you in. But you were excited to play.

The Dating Sim Love Interests are open for asks!

#the harsh but charming love interest #the strict but gentle love interest #the heroic and confident love interest #the delinquent and prankster love interest #the gentle and loving love interest #the cold but kind love interest #the bubbly and cheerful love interest #the cold but charming love interest #dating sim au #new sks #ask them!

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faintblueivy · 5 years

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Starting Again - BoruSara fanfiction

To you all lovelies, here I am with a new story!

First of all! This is my second Collab with lovely @benteja so please, do take a look at her GORGEOUS art!

And secondly, precious @mirachaann betaread this story for me! Lots of love and thank you to both of you!!!

Word count: 4.3k

Anon, I can't. 😂😂😂 That's TOO MUCH! Even for me, I swear! Although in this story j have used two from that prompt list!

Enough of my rambles! Please enjoy the story!

Starting Again

Walking across the hallway, Sarada's gaze jumped from room to room, eyes searching for the board of class ‘2 - A’. There were a few people moving around the large white corridors, but Sarada was not comfortable to ask them the required address. Rather, she was hyper-aware of the curious glances thrown in her direction, not sure how to deal with them, but internally groaning at the idea of socializing. She smoothed out her marron skirt in a pathetic attempt to look more presentable. Don't get her wrong, she was not an antisocial person by nature...but mingling with new people all of a sudden was not... exactly simple for her.

It has already been three days since she moved in to the new city of Konoha, and her life has completely been thrown off the loop currently. Arranging proper accommodations and living by herself was hard. Her parents were rich enough to buy her a studio apartment near her school and she was grateful to their endeavours to ensure appropriate resources for her. They have always been weirdly doting in their own ways.

After her first year in a local but renowned high school, in Takamatsu, she had taken up the test of one of the most prestigious education institution in the country - Konoha High, and passed with flying colours for her sophomore year with a full scholarship.

Sarada had been ecstatic at her admission in her dream school, but now, the intimidating ambience of the School was making her have second thoughts about coming.

Shannaro! You idiot! It's for the sake of your career!

She scolded herself mentally for being such a coward. She needed to have some self confidence. It was important to succeed.

“Oyyy! Watch out!”

She heard the shout and the sound of heavy and fast footsteps approaching before her eyes registered the person moving toward her. Too fast.

Her body was slammed against a larger and heavier one, and of course, it was enough to throw her off balance. She yelped and braced herself for the harsh impact of collision with the hard floor seeping into her bones but, thankfully, it never came. Instead, her eyes flew open when a firm grip clasped around her forearm, yanking her back to her feet. She whipped up her head and all she saw were a pair of oceanic blue eyes.

Gorgeous.

Her breath hitched. Those eyes...there was some inexplicable cognizance she felt at the moment. A misty echo.

Have I seen those eyes...somewhere... before?

The question floated inside her brain even before she wondered about it. She It took a few seconds for her to notice the guy entirely.

Yes, he had the sapphire coloured eyes, and also messy blond hair and haphazardly worn uniform. He was staring at her intently, eyes roving over her face with a odd unknown and unintended familiarity.

She internally cursed at her bad luck.

It was her first day at her new school, and the first person she gets to meet is the school delinquent.

Great. Just great.

She prepared herself for the string of curses he might spew out and the threatening that would come together with it. But once again, he manages to throw her off guard.

“I'm so sorry!”

Sarada blinked up at him, as he averted his gaze before crouching down in front of her to pick up her bag. She hadn't even noticed it falling off her shoulder.

“Er...really, really, I’m sorry. Was in a hurry -ttebasa. But still, shouldn't have knocked you down like that! Apologies!”

He handed her bag back carefully, raking fingers through his golden locks.

“Uh, I'll go now.”

He gestured vaguely before almost running off to his presumed destination. But suddenly, Sarada remembered that she needed help.

“Wait!”

She was surprised when the guy immediately halted and turned back to look at her.

“Um, can you please guide me to class 2 - A?”

His face instantly lit up, as if the prospect of helping her would help him make up for crashing into her. And he wasn't that far off the truth.

“You're on the wrong aisle. Don't worry, you just need to turn left and and then turn right in from the third turn. You'll see the board of 2 - A at once! Sorry, would've taken you there myself but I am just-”

“-In a hurry.” Sarada finished his sentence and he just nodded dumbly.

“Thank you!” She expressed her gratitude with a bow before walking off in the direction he had pointed her at.

“See you again!” He called out.

She glanced a look back at him, a little bewildered at his confident tone but he was already running away.

Maybe he's not a delinquent after all.

She concluded, an ease settling inside her chest.

Little did she know this meeting would later turn out to be one of the greatest serendipity of her life.

…

She understood what he meant by seeing her again when she entered the classroom with her teacher again, for a formal introduction and almost stumbled at his presence in the back seat of the class.

She deduced that he must have recognised her too because just now he gave her a small wave, eyes bright, piquing the interest of his seatmate. She went a little red, not sure if she was the subject of their conversation.

Probably I am.

She grimaced inwardly at the calculating look of his silver-blue haired benchmate. She was a little unnerved by the scrutiny of his golden eyes as well. Trying to distract herself, she boldly stepped in front of the class and proceeded to acquaint with her classmates.

After her introduction, she was offered a seat at the second row, close to a dark skinned and chubby girl.

“Hello! Chocho Akimichi here!”

She gave her a large smile accompanying mock salute and Sarada accepted it with a smile of her own. And in no time, she is ushered in a conversation to the group of girls surrounding them, Sumire, Namida and Wasabi. Sarada soon learned that Chocho is an unstoppable chatterbox and by the time lunch rolled around, she knew the backstories of more than half of her classmates. But she couldn’t deny that Chocho's cheerful enthusiasm burned away all her apprehensions regarding her entering in this new school.

“You're...Uchiha Sarada? Wait! The same Uchiha Sarada who had the perfect score in the recent entrance test?”

“...Yes?”

“Ohh gosh, girl! You gotta tutor me when the exams are here!”

Chocho was loud enough for others to hear their conversation and it took only a few seconds for their desk to be swarmed with new people she'd never met asking for help, screaming their names and talking to her. As Chocho made a futile attempt to manage the crowd, for a fleeting moment, Sarada's eyes travelled to the back of their classroom.

Right to her blond classmate who was apparently also looking...at her?

Their eyes met and the both of them abruptly go red to have been caught staring by the other. Sarada immediately tore her gaze away, squeaking mentally. She had wanted to be discreet and instead got caught red-handed.

This is embarrassing!

The rest of her day was spent wallowing up in self pity and otherwise trying to get comfortable with her new school and its environment. The school had a fierce ‘no phone in classroom’ and ‘no eating lunch inside class’ policy. But there were several other rules as well… like being a part of at least one club was compulsory. A lot of the regulations were similar to her previous high-school but in here they were adhered to much more strictly. Sarada didn't mind though. She'd always been good at being a responsible child. Following rules came easy to her.

Although...not everyone worked that way.

…

It was her second day at school and she realised that her first impression of her blue eyed classmate was not that off the mark, actually.

Their first class of the day was about to start and they were waiting for their homeroom teacher, sitting on their assigned seats. Imagine her surprise when the door of the room is slammed open and Shino sensei walked in... soaking wet. She's too dumbfounded at the scene that she barely registered Chocho sighing wearily.

“And… he's done it again.”

The teacher seemed to scan the classroom as if looking for the culprit and Sarada figured that he might have found the perpetrator cause his vision seemed fixated on someone. Though, honestly, she could only assume because his dark glasses obscured most of his facial features, especially his eyes. She is startled when he screamed.

“Uzumaki Boruto! Come with me to the Teacher's room this instant!”

She swirled her head in the direction of the boy addressed and he stood up, a mischievous, challenging smirk on his face before he raised his hands up in mock surrender.

“Alright. Alright. Coming.”

She watched him sauntering out of the door, with his shoulders squared as if he's done something of great significance. And Sarada just rolled her eyes at his antics.

…

It was her third day at the new school when she realised that just because he's a prankster or delinquent... whatever you'd like to call him... doesn't mean that he didn't have a heart of gold.

It was at the last few minutes of lunch break and Sarada was returning back to the classroom with Chocho and the girls when there was a loud crash, screaming and cursing just at the turn of the aisle. Sarada's eyes went wide as she met the alarmed glances of her friends as they hastily rushed to the scene.

There was a guy, probably older than them and a smaller person was lying on the floor, his glasses lying a feet or two away and definitely cracked. The larger buy grinned maliciously, before bending down, gripping the collar of the other guy, who looked terrified.

Sarada felt rage bubbling up inside her at the sight and she heard the girls exclaiming fearfully behind her.

“Oh no! It's him!”

“N-no. Denki-kun!”

Sarada knew she was new in this school and town, yes, and doing something reckless was only going to bring her lots of trouble later, but at the moment, she knew she had to intervene. Because the boy looked so helpless, petrified, and all these people surrounding them looked too scared to do anything about it. This seriously made her heart twist. Mentally bracing herself for the repercussions of her stupid involvement, her mind scourged up different scenarios if things got heated up more or maybe became even physical. She knew she was trained since a young age in martial arts, courtesy of her father - the commissioner of Kagawa prefecture. She was completely capable of defending herself when needed and maybe hold it out as long as the authorities reach them.

She almost stepped into the fray when he rushed past her, a flurry of rage and activity.

“Put him down, now! Iwabe!”

He yelled, stomping over and ripping the smaller boy away from the bully's grip. Helping him stand securely, in the protection of some of his other guy friends, he turned to glare back at larger guy.

“So here comes the Hero of Konoha High! Huh. Stop meddling in my matters, Uzumaki.” Iwabe mocked him, stepping in closer to domineer over Boruto. But of course, he didn't back down.

“Then stop bullying people around! I don't enjoy nosing in other people's stuff either. But seriously, you need to stay away from Denki!” Boruto said, with an detectable amount of hostility in his voice.

Iwabe scoffed. “And what if I don't?”

The atmosphere was immediately surrounded in a heavy, stifling silence before Boruto lips quirked upwards, in a feral smile, his eyes too sharp.

“Then meet me at the back of the school ground after school ends.”

“Deal.” Iwabe laughed snidely before walking away.

Sarada watched the restlessness among her peers grow as Denki clutched Boruto's sleeve in distress.

“Boruto-kun! You didn't have to do this for me!” He almost sobbed.

Boruto eyes softened immediately. And Sarada marvelled that the contrast between his light blue eyes now and the angry dark blue ones that he had just a few moments ago.

“Boruto, you've done masters in stupidity, haven't you?” Another boy - the person Chocho referred to as Shikadai - complained.

“Come on, Shikadai! It had to be done!” Boruto emphasized, before looking at Denki again,and saying lightly. “And I'm not just doing it for you, Denki. He needs to learn a lesson and someone had to stand up to him anyway.”

By the time teachers arrived, the crowd was already dispersed. Boruto had offered Denki a piggyback ride and taken him to the infirmary. The class started and it was later he strolled in as if it was a public park.

“Boruto! You're late again! Are you skipping classes? I'll need to inform Shino sensei of your behaviour.” The teacher grumbled, scolding him.

“Hai hai.” Boruto walked to his seat, doing an incredible job of ignoring the teacher, not even bothering to defend himself.

Sarada was confused. His behaviour was so inconsistent that it was mind-boggling. One second he'd be knocking down people and then the next he'd be apologising to them profusely. One day he'd be pranking his teachers and causing trouble and disturbing the class and the other day he'd be defending his classmates. Sarada was not even sure what to make of his ironed, wrinkle free clothes when he never ever followed the school code of dressing.

He seemed like a mystery to her. Someone who pretended to be as carefree as possible and yet felt the urge to be held responsible for the safety of others.

Puzzling indeed.

…

When the school day came to an end, more than half of their class was waiting at the grounds and even some people from the other classes who might've gotten the wind of the situation had arrived there as well.

Boruto was already on the designated battle ground, removing off his blazer and rolling up his sleeves when Iwabe walked in with his lackeys.

“Hope you're ready, pretty boy?” He pointed at Boruto menacingly. Boruto didn't flinch at all. Sarada was impressed as he brushed off Iwabe's insults at him as if they were a speck of dust.

The rules were then introduced - no weapons are allowed and the fight ends when one party gives up.

Sarada knew that the fight was going to be real nasty. And boy, was she right. The soft petals of cherry blossoms fluttered down, but her eyes were glued to the two boys in front of her exchanging blows.

Iwabe had started the battle, swiping at Boruto furiously. Boruto was being forced into defence, blocking his jabs and punches. In midst of dodging, he got an opening. Pivoting on one leg, he almost kicked his opponent on the side. But Iwabe was fast enough to block it with his arm, pushing Boruto's leg with enough strength to make him lose his balance. Boruto immediately rolled on his back to avoid coming in Iwabe's range.

It was clear to her trained eyes that Boruto was educated in battle styles and martial arts and was undoubtedly talented. Although Iwabe's extreme experience was nullifying his efforts visibly.

Sarada bit her lip when Iwabe was able to get a hit on him, throwing him across the hard ground. But before Boruto could move away in time, Iwabe was on him, delivering a harsh kick in the ribs and punching him quite a few times.

“Boruto-kun!”

“Boruto!”

“Boruto, you idiot! Get up!”

She could hear his friends calling out to him, as her fingers clutched the railing tightly enough for her knuckles to turn white.

“You're worried about him?” Chocho asked, eyeing her grip.

“Don't be ridiculous!” Sarada lied through her teeth, but was sure that Chocho didn't buy it.

Come, on. Get up. Use his own weight and throw him off.

She knew that sitting on the sidelines here and blurting out suggestions was much easier than being on the battle arena and facing the opponent yourself. But she was flabbergasted when Boruto did exactly the same.

Grabbing both of Iwabe's arms in a tight hold, he slammed his feet hard on his chest, and using the weight of his rival, he catapulted him over his head, right on the floor.

The crowd cheered for Boruto and Sarada almost released a sigh of relief. She wondered if it was noticeable to others or not, but he had a bleeding abrasion on his forearm, and probably a sprained ankle because she could see him limping. A pit of worry settled inside her stomach, for a classmate she barely even knew.

Why? Don’t even ask. She didn't know that. She just knew that she didn’t want him to get injured...or lose.

This time Boruto took the offence, managing to get several hits on Iwabe's face and chest and then a knee straight in stomach forcing him to cough out spit. Sarada gasped in shock when he immediately grabbed Boruto's thigh and pulled in violently, forcing him to tumble down. Iwabe took the moment to recover, closing in the distance and raised his leg high in air.

An axe kick?! No!

Sarada barely even remembered herself screaming at the top of her lungs.

“Dodge!”

She watched the exact moment his eyes flickered up to hers.

Blue eyes clashing against onyx.

An understanding passed between them in that instant. It was a fraction of a second when he rolled, just in time. Iwabe's attack barely grazed him. He flipped back, maintaining fair distance from his opponent. She could see Iwabe getting agitated. He was losing his patience and Boruto had already done quite damage. They circled each other, watchful of the other's posture.

But she could see it in his eyes. That burning determination. A smile graced her lips when she understood that it was going to be his last strike and he was obviously planning on winning.

Boruto lunged forward and she could see Iwabe smirking, probably thinking that Boruto was trying to land a blow. His hands were in front of his body in a gesture of defence, ready to block the punch aimed at his face. But, Sarada saw it. The glint in Boruto's smile. Iwabe looked positively stunned when instead of punching like intended, Boruto used his foot, tripping him off balance, that first attempt being merely a ruse. Boruto used that particular second of shock to use his arms and body weight to slam Iwabe on to the ground hard, using his fingers to press against his throat.

A triangle choke!

Sarada knew that the fight was over. Iwabe did have a larger frame in comparison to Boruto, but the element of surprise that Boruto had used was working well. And Boruto's technique was clearly refined. Just like she predicted, Iwabe gasped for air, his face going red from the lack of oxygen and then in a few moments, he gave up. The match had ended, with Boruto being declared as the winner.

She was pleasantly shocked when Boruto approached his fallen opponent. From here, she could not understand what they were both talking about but felt an immense pride blooming in her chest when Boruto offered his hand and Iwabe took it. He was smiling gently, even though Iwabe had a haughty look on his face, but everyone could see that begrudging respect in his eyes for their blond classmate.

“He's really cool, isn't he?”

Sumire whispered, hands clasped on her front, smiling softly. Sarada found herself agreeing.

He is...shannaro!

…

She was almost out of the school premises, to her way back home when he called her out.

“Hey! Um, can we talk for a bit?”

She staggered, turning back to look at him. He was standing a few feet away from her.

“You want to talk? To me?” she asked pointing to herself, bewildered.

“Yup?”

“...sure.”

He approached her carefully, looking here and there as if making sure that no one was in the vicinity. After convincing himself that it was just the two of them, he looked at her, smiling gratefully.

“I just wanted to thank you.”

Sarada was honestly overwhelmed at his sincerity. She guessed that was the reason why she was not sure how to respond to it.

“Thank me? For what?” She managed to ask awkwardly, shifting on her feet.

“For warning me? If you hadn't screamed at me to dodge, I would have probably lost.” He confessed, truthfully, unabashedly, and Sarada unknowingly admired him even more for it.

His eyes were so bright and expressive that she could read infinity in them. Perfect pools of blue, turning into an indescribable shade when the evening sunlight illuminated them with a soft glow.

For some reason I can’t fathom, they still appeared familiar though.

Sarada shook her head slightly, and looking him straight in the eyes, she answered.

“No, it was you. You’re the one who fought and won. I'm glad that it was you.”

A moment of comfortable silence passed between them, and she could see him searching her face for something. She didn't know what exactly, but she didn't mind. And it is then she remembered, noticing the scratch on his nose.

“Did you get your wounds treated?” she asked sternly.

“Eh? No? Wha-” he stammered at the sudden change of subject and her conduct.

“You're really reckless, aren't you?” She glared, jabbing him in the chest.

“Let's go back to school. You should go back to the infirmary.” she offered but he immediately jumped away.

“No! It would ruin my reputation, you know?” He spoke seriously as if it was a matter of life and death for him.

Sarada clicked her tongue in annoyance.

“Wow. Just wow. You boys and your stupid reputation. Great! But do tell me, what kind of reputation would you have if your wound gets infected enough to get you hospitalized or your sprain gets serious enough to get you in a wheelchair.”

“What the heck?!” He screamed, turning pale.“Why would you even say something like that?”

Sarada is unable to control her giggles at the aghast look on his face. He appeared to be clearly disturbed.

“And how did you even know I had a sprained ankle? Almost nobody noticed.”

His question was valid, she decided. With a secretive smile on her face, she replied. “Nothing escapes my vision.”

And just like that, he's cackling like a madman. And she too, dissolved in a fit of laughter. In midst of all that giggling, she grabbed his arm and pulled him along.

“Wait! I don't wanna go to the infirmary!” He whined like a little kid, still chuckling.

“Alright! I'm just searching for a bench.” She told him, shaking her head at his actions.

And soon they found one. Beneath a beautiful cherry blossom tree that reminded Sarada so much of her mother. She hoped that the tree would magically transmit her feelings to her mother. That she was happy here, making new friends and meeting nice people.

Maybe I'll call her tonight.

They sat on the bench, just on the sidewalk as Sarada pulled out a small box from her bag.

“Is that a first aid kit?” He asked, nonplussed.

“Yup. You got to carry one when your mother is a doctor. No excuses are acceptable.”

The next few minutes are spent with her applying antiseptics on his wounds, dressing them and then helping him to tie the crepe bandage on his strained ankle. Then she leaned in, grasping his chin and pulling it down at her level.

“H-Hey! W-What are you-” He stuttered, face turning a brilliant shade of red.

“You have a scratch on your nose.”

That was the only warning she gave him before slapping a bandage on.

“Ouch!” he howled before glaring at her with watery eyes. She just gave him a smug smirk.

“And do something about those bruised ribs.”

“Seriously?! What are you? Some doctor?”

“No. I'm not. But I told you that my mother is.”

He exclaimed how good she was in this stuff and she of course, bragged about her mother again. As she rearranged her kit all over, his voice reached her ears, tone quite tentative.

“Hey?”

“Yes?”

There was a pause, as if he was contemplating his thoughts and arranging them in a plausible explanation of his inner monologue.

“Our first meeting was not...very cool, was it? Better late than never. Let's start again, shall we?”

Sarada stared at him for a while, trying to gouge out his intentions but all she could see was that vibrant hopefulness in them. She smiled and then extended her hand to him.

“Hello. I'm Uchiha Sarada. Nice to meet you.”

Her heart thrummed inside her chest deafeningly, as he gave her the brightest smile she'd ever seen a person having. Incredibly beautiful. Bright enough to rival the sun. He took her hand delicately and smiled larger.

“Hey! I'm Uzumaki Boruto! Nice to meet you too.”

Now sitting on the bench, just like this, letting the soft, pink cherry blossoms fall on them was unexpectedly soothing. Boruto's companionship felt so familiar that Sarada was in bliss of tender warmth inside. It was beautiful moment. Something new but yet something similar to a memory deeply buried somewhere in her conscience. And that is why it felt like the correct moment to ask him something she had been itching to, since the moment she had met him.

“I want to ask you something.” She whispered.

“Yeah, me too.” he murmured.

And just like that, something clicked.

They grinned at each other, a thousand words flowing between them, eyes all bright and excited, before speaking out in unison.

“Have we met before?”

...

Tbh, I really, really enjoyed writing this story. Thank you once again @benteja for supporting me and my art so much! it means a lot to me! and all the other members of Borusara discord too! You guys are awesome! And omg, i cant wait to hear your thoughts everyone!

And I want to make a few things clear. I do not want you all to think that I hate Iwabe. No, not at all. Infact I enjoy his character. I just took a little inspiration from the canon, you see?

Please do tell me if you enjoyed this story! We needed a Borusara high school AU, didn't we? AHAHAHAHAHA!

#borusara #borusarafics #boruto x sarada #boruto and sarada #boruto uzumaki #sarada uchiha #boruto #sarada #borusara fanfiction #chocho akimichi #shikadai nara #iwabe yuino #denki kaminarimon #sumire kakei #well i'm not sure if i should tag mitsuki #boruto naruto next generation #adi writes

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yumkinspuffs · 5 years

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Prank meister YYH

Prankster Yusuke ,is one of the many reasons why he is called a delinquent. Let's just go down the very long list of things that got him spanked as a kid

Gum day: Yusuke went out of his way to put gum in every single girls hair(excluding keiko of course)on the last day of school. Plenty of tears and shouts of angry parents followed. His mom made sure her little dumbass never owned gum for the following 3 years.

Skunk run: Yusuke your favorite little shit. Decided to take them time to find a sleeping skunk( and very carefully) laid it in a store that banned him since they accused him of stealing( which may or may not have been correct) .Don't ask me how tf he walked a few miles, and managed to carry a sleeping skunk all the way back without waking it. The store definitely lost a shit ton of customers. Due to the fact it smelt worst than shit and some customers had the unpleasant feeling of being sprayed. His mother was called, yet again. Yusuke had his ass handed to him by his lovely mom with a large paddle.

Delivery man door dash: Yusuke travelled a total of 35 miles by jumping onto the back of a FedEx truck. He threw rotten food at every door step he could . The driver didn't notice him until his last stop,and Yusuke couldn't have jump off earlier. If yusuke jumped he would have been hit by a car (which seems to be a common way for him to die) or gotten road rash from hell. The delivery man decided to take him all the way back home. Just to tell Yusuke's parents they were doing a horrible job, and to keep their brat off his truck. However seeing the very hot and single mom, he ended up saying nothing but kind words. Unfortunately for Yusuke , the two ended up dating for 4 months. Yusuke hates FedEx trucks now.

This was fun let me know if your interested in anymore pranking genius

#yyh #anime #yusuke #summer #funny pranks #trouble maker #mom #dating #hitch hiking #skunks #headcannons #crackhead #ask fandomtrash

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abitscripturient · 5 years

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Hikaru

Body and Appearance

1. Describe the character's height and build. Is he heavyset, thin, short, rangy? Hikaru is about 5'8. He's slender with a muscular body especially around his abs, chest and arms. 2. How old is he? 28 3. Describe his posture. Does he carry himself well or does he slouch? Hikaru never slouches; his father looks down on it. Also his training has taught a certain way to carry himself. 4. How is his health? Is he fit or out of shape? Any illnesses or conditions? Any physical disabilities? Hikaru is in great shape. He runs every morning and tries to eat well. He has no known illnesses. 5. How does he move? Is he clumsy, graceful, tense, fluid? At first glance, Hikaru would see like he was always tense, but really from his martial arts training, he could be quite fluid and quick on his feet if need be. 6. How attractive is this character physically? How does he perceive himself in the mirror? He is very attractive; he definitely lucked out with his parents genes and girls are always trying to be around him. However, he doesn't let this get to his head and he sees himself as a normal looking man. 7. Describe his complexion. Dark, light, clear, scarred? Light skin-slightly tanned. No imperfections or scars. 8. Describe his hair: color, texture, style. He has black short hair, slightly shaved in the back but in the front its longer and he either leaves it down or uses gel to slick it back. 9. What color are his eyes? Dark brown 10. Does the character have any other noteworthy features? Huge bright smile that people rarely see nowadays. 11. What are his chief tension centers? His shoulders, from sitting at his desk for a long time. 12. What is the character's wardrobe like? Casual, dressy, utilitarian? Bright colors, pastels, neutrals? Is it varied, or does he have six of the same suit? Hikaru dresses like a gentleman majority of the time. He is a suit man especially a black suit man. He wears a suit to work but wears a white doctor coat over his dress shirt. 13. Do his clothes fit well? Does he seem comfortable in them? Yes, they always fit well; he sees to it that they do and that they are comfortable because he bought them and they weren't cheap. 14. Does he dress the same on the job as he does in his free time? If not, what are the differences? Even when he's not in classy dress mode, he still still dresses well in cargos , khakis, jeans etc. Though from time to time he still wears a suit, depending on how he's feeling. 15. You knew it was coming: Boxers, briefs or commando? Boxer briefs are Hikaru's underwear of choice. Speech 1. What does this character's voice sound like? High-pitched, deep, hoarse? Deep and soothing. 2. How does he normally speak? Loud, soft, fast, evenly? Does he talk easily, or does he hesitate? He talks loudly when things have especially irritated him, but other than that Hikaru is a pretty calm speaker. 3. Does the character have a distinct accent or dialect? Any individual quirks of pronunciation? Any, like, you know, verbal tics? Hikaru has a definite accent which he tries to taper down while working or in front of his American friends. 4. What language/s does he speak, and with how much fluency? He is fluent in both Japanese, his native language and in English because his father wanted him to learn in case he had to take over his medical office in America. 5. Does he switch languages or dialects in certain situations? He speaks Japanese while with his family at home, English in professional settings and English with Aija though he is trying to teach her certain words. 6. Is he a good impromptu speaker, or does he have to think about his words? He is a good speaker. He never has to think about his words and tries to be as professional with them as he can. He tries to do this often with his patients. 7. Is he eloquent or inarticulate? Under what circumstances might this change? He is as Aija told him impeccable with his English. That goes for writing as well. Though he rarely gets mixed up if somebody is talking in Japanese to him while somebody is talking in English and gives a mixed up word once in a while but he clears it up and goes on with his business. Mental and Emotional 1. How intelligent is this character? Is he book-smart or street-smart? Hikaru is quite smart. His father wanted him to take many classes growing up: His mother made sure he did good in school and made sure he had the best tutors available to help him. 2. Does he think on his feet, or does he need time to deliberate? He does both really depending on the situation. 3. Describe the character's thought process. Is he more logical, or more intuitive? Idealistic or practical? Really its both...for example when it comes to his job, Hikaru is always logical. He doesn't want a mistake made because of a gut feeling. But when it comes to personal matters, he can be intuitive. He knows what he wants and doesn't want. He is more practical. 4. What kind of education has the character had? Hikaru graduated early at fifteen. Then he went to college for the four years and also medical school for eight years. 5. What are his areas of expertise? What, if anything, is he interested in learning more about? Medicine, martial arts, business, violin and etiquette. He wants to learn more ways of cooking as he is always intrigued when Aija is cooking something new. 6. Is he an introvert or an extrovert? Introverted majority of the time, but Hikaru does love spending time with his friends when he can. 7. Describe the character's temperament. Is he even-tempered or does he have mood swings? Cheerful or melancholy? Laid-back or driven? At first glance, Hikaru looks like he always has a stick up his ass. He's very quiet and to himself especially at work. Aija finds out that it's because of his father and that before he came to America he was happy go lucky and fun. She is currently working on bringing that Hikaru back to the surface. 8. How does he respond to new people or situations? Is he suspicious, relaxed, timid, enthusiastic? Hikaru can be very judgmental. Aija had has her share of him making wrong assumptions of her a couple of times. He doesn't always mean to be but since he is always in his head thinking, he really doesn't realize that he's thinking outwards toward the person as well. 9. Is he more likely to act, or to react? Act. He does 10. Which is his default: fight or flight? Hikaru will always try the peaceful route first; he knows that he can kick ass, but doesn't want to do so unless he really has to. 11. Describe the character's sense of humor. Does he appreciate jokes? Puns? Gallows humor? Bathroom humor? Pranks? Hikaru now has a witty kind of humor but back in the day when he was hanging with his friends, he was happy with all kinds of humor and was even quite the prankster. 12. Does the character have any diagnosable mental disorders? If yes, how does he deal with them? No. 13. What moments in this character's life have defined him as a person? His dad's lack of appearance made him more of a man at a earlier time. He was free to do as he wanted at first and during that time he was happy and friendly, but when his dad came back and told him to earn back the family honor by working with him in America it turned him into a stoic and cold man. 14. What does he fear? Not ever having the freedom he wishes for. He wants to be his own person. 15. What are his hopes or aspirations? To have his own medical office. To find a cure for cancer. 16. What is something he doesn't want anyone to find out about him? That he pretty much was a delinquent back in Japan as a youth and almost brought dishonor on his family. Also that he was almost killed trying to save Briseis from Takumi's evil cousin and the Yakuzas. Relationships 1. Describe this character's relationship with his parents. Hikaru has a god awful relationship with his father, Ryutaro. Ryu was never around his family much when Hikaru was young, because he was so into his work and the family business instead of them. Because of that Hikaru never bonded much with him and the only reason he speaks with him at all is because he is trying not to dishonor his family more than he already has and only works with him because of that reason also. When they do speak to each other, it's forced and tense between the two. Hikaru has no problem tuning his dad out if he needs to and that ticks Ryu off more than anything. He expects Hikaru to respect him as if he's some kind of king and not his father. Hikaru's relationship with his mother is better though he's not lovey dovey with her. Chinatsu knows that Hikaru is hurting inside because of his father's disregard for him and so tries to spend a lot of time with him when she can. They go out and do things together and have talks. But he knows that his mother would do anything for his father so he distances himself from Chi at times too. 2. Does the character have any siblings? What is/was their relationship like? Hikaru has a younger sister in college named Asami who is 7 years younger than he is. They have a really close relationship. So much so that when Asami came down to visit her family from school, she chose to stay in Hikaru's one bedroom condo instead of in the family house. They joke and talk a lot and he's very protective of her. 3. Are there other blood relatives to whom he is close? Are there ones he can't stand? He has a very close relationship as well with his grandfather, Ryunosuke who is dying of cancer. When Hikaru found out that his grandfather was dying, he changed his choice from being a pediatrician to an oncologist. Yuno was proud of all that Hikaru did in his life and when he found out that his father forced Hikaru to be here to work for the business and leave Aija, he told him to go with his heart and do what he wanted to do with his life. 4. Are there other, unrelated people whom he considers part of his family? What are his relationships with them? Akane. He sees her as another sister. After having a slight crush on her, he decided that what he was really feeling was a sibling kind of feeling. 5. Who is/was the character's best friend? How did they meet? Takumi is Hikaru's all time best friend. They practically grew up together and their families are close. They also went to music lessons together. Takumi learned piano while Hikaru learned violin and while Takumi took his music to the stage and Hikaru didn't, whenever they see each other they still make time to do a duet together. 6. Does he have other close friends? Hikaru would easily give up one of his kidneys for Takumi's wife, Briseis. That's how close they are; she is his female best friend. He is also close to Sotaro. In America, he spends most of his guy time with Andrew. 7. Does he make friends easily, or does he have trouble getting along with people? He makes friends though he needs time to get to know them first. It took him a while to get buddy buddy with Chris. 8. Which does he consider more important: family or friends? Friends. He's not very close to his family. 9. Is the character single, married, divorced, widowed? Has he been married more than once? He starts off single, being a playboy and going from girl to girl for his own sexual reasons. Then after meeting Aija he ends up being with her and even marries her later on. 10. Is he currently in a romantic relationship with someone other than a spouse? Nope, even if he started out being a player, he would never see himself being disloyal to Aija 11. Who was his first crush? Who is his latest? He had a crush on Akane first and even on Briseis at first, but he knew he wanted somebody of his own that was on Brie's level. 12. What does he look for in a romantic partner? Somebody who takes care of herself well and doesn't need a lot of saving. A woman who can stand up for herself verbally and physically if needed. A woman who loves sex as much as he does. 13. Does the character have children? Grandchildren? If yes, how does he relate to them? If no, does he want any? Yes, he ends up having two daughters with Aija: Nariko and Natsuki. He's close to Nari but Suki is Daddy's baby girl. They are joined at the hip. Not at the point of him being a grandfather though yet. 14. Does he have any rivals or enemies? Does his father count? 15. What is the character's sexual orientation? Where does he fall on the Kinsey scale?He is straight. 16. How does he feel about sex? How important is it to him? Hikaru is a sex god. He loves everything that has to do with sex. In fact he would have sex with Aija every day if she'd let him. 17. What are his turn-ons? Turn-offs? Weird bedroom habits? He loves being dominant; but mostly in sex. He doesn't like his socks on while having sex and even though he wold have sex with clothes on, prefers to be completely nude. Licking and sucking on toes is a no no for him. He's also not too thrilled with sucking on fingers being a doctor he likes to have his hands clean if that is supposed to happen. Beliefs 1. Do you know your character's astrological (zodiac of choice) sign? How well does he fit type? He is a Libra and rightfully so. His chinese zodiac is year of the Rat. There are certain thing in there that go with him but not all. 2. Is this character religious, spiritual, both, or neither? How important are these elements in his life? He is spiritual. Not so much religious like his mother is and they aren't really all that important to him. 3. Does this character have a personal code of morals or ethics? If so, how did that begin? What would it take to compromise it? Treat his mother, his sister and his woman with respect; if not prepare to feel either a kick or a fist to the face. Don't mess with Takumi and Briseis...that's a beatdown. Don't mess with his dog either...that's also a beatdown. 4. How does he regard beliefs that differ from his? Is he tolerant, intolerant, curious, indifferent? He believes everybody has the right to believe what they want. He is indifferent. 5. What prejudices does he hold? Are they irrational or does he have a good reason for them? He holds no prejudices on anybody and doesn't believe he has a right to. Daily Life 1. What is the character's financial situation? Is he rich, poor, comfortable, in debt? Nobody knows right away, but Hikaru is filthy rich. He is born into wealth because of the family business. However he has always wanted to be normal and so doesn't ever flaunt his money around in somebody's face. 2. What is his social status? Has this changed over time, and if so, how has the change affected him? Hikaru is a definite upper class person. His family is famous in his area in Japan and he is always invited to different parties and events just for having the Mizuno name. It hasn't changed and even though he goes, he still tries to find ways to be normal. He doesn't want his family to define him as a man. 3. Where does he live? House, apartment, trailer? Is his home his castle or just a place to crash? What condition is it in? Does he share it with others? Hikaru lives in a condo. It's very immaculate and he tries to put a oriental flair in it as well. He lives by himself except his dog, Yume. He also let's his sister crash there from time to time. 4. Besides the basic necessities, what does he spend his money on? Hikaru doesn't mind spending money on things. He has his own sports car, a private plane, and his own lavish home in Japan. He likes to eat out and do lavish things. However...he doesn't make his life all about it. He would also enjoy a evening at home as well, watching tv. 5. What does he do for a living? Is he good at it? Does he enjoy it, or would he rather be doing something else? He is an oncologist. But he works also in his father's medical office as a manager so he gets rare cases when the other doctors need a consult. 6. What are his interests or hobbies? How does he spend his free time? Practicing martial arts, playing violin, going to different places of the world, dining out, dancing, hanging with friends, playing sports, working out, studying medical cases. 7. What are his eating habits? Does he skip meals, eat out, drink alcohol, avoid certain foods? He loves to eat out or eat in and prefers Japanese meals, but he will eat practically anything. He drinks alcohol but not in large amounts. He is a social drinker. He doesn't like eating a whole lot of sweets, but enjoys a few. He thinks it's amusing that Aija is the complete opposite and will eat and snack on candy all day. Associations Which of the following do you associate with the character, or which is his favorite: 1. Color? black 2. Smell? Ralph Lauren Romance 3. Time of day? Morning 4. Season? Autumn 5. Book? GQ 6. Music? Classical-violin 7. Place? Kyoto, Japan 8. Substance? Wood 9. Plant? Bonzai 10. Animal? Golden Retriever Played by in my vision: Daniel Henney

#char: mizuno hikaru #series: medicinal love #character building

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