If i wasnt so silly and gay id draw so many buff men. but i put all my energy and time into curvalicious bootylicious slay queen yass and i think thats a real shame but i will not stop. not during pride month. i gotta do it for my freaks (me)
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why is takahashi so fixated on video game-y concepts when ex-aid made it clear he doesn’t know what video games are
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🌱 SEEDLING for Arika!!!! OwO
God, that's a really good question and there are so fucking many things that i can list but i think the one that still sticks with her to this day, specifically because it was the catalyst that ultimately exposed her to what Hiro has been up to was:
cw; blood, mentions of vomiting
One evening when Arika was supposed to be asleep, she must have been around 9 years old, she heard a bunch of racket and when to investigate. Following the sound of a man wailing, Arika noticed worrying amounts of blood on the floor from the back door leading to the kitchen. What she always recognized as an unremarkable wall decorated with a family portrait and potted plant sitting beneath it, turned out to be a false panel that opened up to a short flight of concrete stairs.
The plant had been knocked over- the vase had been shattered, soil spilled onto the wooden floor. There was a sloppy attempt to slide the panel back into place, made apparent by the bloodied hand print. She heard her mother's choppy Japanese calm beneath a man's pained sobs.
"Please, calm yourself. I am sorry that I do not have anything for the pain but please try to keep your voice down."
There was a sinking feeling in her gut and yet, her thin frame slipped through the cracked panel and her teensy feet silently guided her down the stairs. She tiptoed down until she could see past the wall's blind spot and what she spotted nearly made her vomit.
It had been her father's blood pressed onto the kitchen wall and down these stairs and now all over her mother's gloved hands and clothes. His eyes were pressed so tightly shut that she could spot a vein in his forehead even from where she stood. He was clenching his teeth down onto a roll of fabric as she maneuvered her tools into what looked to have been his thigh at her angle.
"Grha--FUCK!" he shouted into the fabric, slamming his fist onto work bench with all his might and once more into the tall metal cabinet beside them- sending it tumbling down in a thunderous crash.
The basement was drowned with the sound of glass shattering, metal clanging and boxes thudding onto the floor. Young Arika took that opportunity to make a break for it back up the stairs, hoping that they were too preoccupied with their mess clattering to notice the panicked pitter patter of her bare feet against the cool concrete. In her attempt to rush back to her room, she forgot about the trail of blood that lead her downstairs and nearly slipped after tracking one of her feet into the small puddle.
She glanced over her shoulder in horror, worried that she might have been spotted and followed but once she realized that the coast was clear she had one clear and concise thought, "Mama and Papa can never know that I was here." And with that, she gripped one ankle with her bony, trembling fingers and lifted it as high as she could then hopped her way back up her room on a single foot.
Terrified, shaken and utterly disgusted she stared at her father's blood, trapping itself into her footprint and gagged.
She had to clean this off, immediately! But then, if they heard the water running, they might have found out!
Tears raced down her cheeks as she dry heaved, snatching at her mess of curls before she hoped over to her dresser for a pair of socks to hide the evidence with. She struggled to get the socks on, her hands numb from perhaps the fear but once she finally did, she settled herself back in bed and cried into her comforter until she couldn't cry anymore.
Ahhhhh! Thank you for giving me the opportunity to write that scene! It's been stuck in my head for like a year!!!!!
[oc emoji asks]
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I wish my awesome dagger wasn't in storage. I'd take a pick and add a comment about trimming the bots from my followers again... guess I'll have to settle for a silly text post.
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Saw trap critic. She keeps doing bad shit so she can get trapped, gets out of the saw trap easily, and then writes an article rating the experience on her blog. She has thousands of followers. John fucking HATES her but trapping her just makes the cycle repeat, so he has to live with seeing “hydraulic press trap, didn’t move fast enough to be a threat, 4/10” all over the internet
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