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shimmershae · 3 years

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So. Thanks to my new anonymous friend, this is going to become a thing.

Shae’s thinky thoughts about the latest episode--Acheron: Part 2--beneath a cut.

Because spoilers, however vague they might be.

Let’s be real here. This is more a stream of consciousness than anything else so if that’s not your thing, you are most welcome to nope right on out of this post. Trust me. I’ll completely understand, lol. Sometimes? I wish I could nope right on out of my own brain and the way it operates.

That said? Without further ado--

Episode 2′s opening, though. Maggie trapped with hungry Walkers converging? It totally gives me Glenn under the dumpster vibes. I don’t know if that was intentional or just happy coincidence but way to link Maggie to her dearly departed better half, show.

Is it just me or has Father G had more OOMPH to him these last few seasons? Again, I have to ask--Rosita’s influence or no? Regardless, I bet Seth Gilliam is loving the job these days.

Side note: am I gonna have to go to bed early every Saturday night from now until the end just so I that I might be able to SEE? Something? Anything? My curtains are flimsy-ass. I admit it. But this is more frustrating than TXF. Angela, WTF?

No, seriously. It’s like complete guess work who’s in these subway scenes. Some of that has to do with them being overly populated by redshirts and the rest of it has to do with me having to squint and turn sideways to make out their facial features.

Look at Daryl busting through concrete walls! Should I call him the Kool-Aid Man considering NR has once again allowed himself to be led right into a biased, shipper trap? Hmm. I might.

Imagine seeking refuge in those dark, filthy subways. Any second now I expect to hear the skittering of rats. Will Dog lose his effing mind a la Divergence? He’s been shown to go off half-cocked that way, lol. Oh well. Guess it’ll be in character if he does.

Impressive graffiti storyboards. Does it mean something that it immediately cuts to the Commonwealth storm troopers afterward? Maybe. Who really knows at this point? They been trying to gaslight us forever.

LOL at Princess yet again. Yumiko is just like da fuq is this person?

No, really. LMAO. “That was her. From last night. Did you see how she was looking at us?”

Then you have Eugene, hahaha. “Oh God. Why did he tell off the big guy?” Like the man is totally me in this type of situation. Not even gonna lie.

“That’s right. We want to talk to the manager.”

I literally cannot wait ‘til Carol and Daryl meet Princess. Can. Not. Wait.

How sad is that note on that $100 bill? Small moment but it totally gives me Season 4 vibes when they were on their way to Terminus seeking sanctuary.

Hmm. Remember how that place wasn’t what they thought it was? I’m sure neither is the Commonwealth. But I feel like what’s left of Team Family is totally going to do Rick proud, lol, and prove they’re messing with the wrong people if they try something.

Daryl, Man. You gonna have to get a better handle on your headstrong Fur Son. I wonder if Dog would listen better to his mama? Things to ponder.

Sounds like Miko has this group’s number. Or does she?

Princess and Eugene totally look like they’re waiting their turn for the Principal’s office, LOL.

“Stop moving! You’re taking my nerves over the edge to a proverbial 11 on a scale of 10.” I feel you, Eugene. I do. Also you, Princess. Two of the most relatable TWD characters right there, I’m telling you.

Princess is me when I really, really, really have to pee. TMI? Sorry, lovelies. LOL. I just...she’s so relatable.

LMAO. “If that fine ass dude in the orange suit...” Princess and Mercer incoming in 3-2-----

Princess’s excitement over the toilet paper=PRICELESS.

Eugene, Man. You desperately need to develop a poker face.

There’s Daryl getting another cool camera shot. Angela? You playing favorites again?

Carol’s claustrophobia could have never. I bet that’s in the back of Pookie’s mind. You can’t tell me it’s not because Carol lives in there rent-free.

Ohhh. Back to the subway car. Looks like we got the Maggie redshirts leading the way. First sacrificial “lambs”?

Maggie pistol-whipping Negan was kinda deserved, but he wasn’t all wrong so.

Damn. I’m no Gage fan. He can fuck all the way off for what he did to my baby Lydia. But Maggie over there with ice in her veins.

Yep. I think the dude just got one of the most gruesome deaths in a while. Yuck.

I think Alden’s faith in Maggie definitely took several hits. I feel like he kind of had her on some sort of pedestal dating back to Hilltop times. Father G, though? The man is continuing to show himself a SAVAGE MFer.

Josh gives Eugene such believable tics and mannerisms. He IS Eugene.

Thank you, Maggie, for lighting that flare. I could not see a damn thing.

What are these bad memories Negan alludes to? Hmm? Him being a shit husband to Lucille back when he was still taking her for granted?

Father G on Gage’s Walker--”All that is, is a shell of a man, who died a coward.” Kind of ironic considering Father G’s own origins, huh? Has he any warmth in there for anybody but Rosita and Coco? Does he equate it with weakness?

“There are worse ways.” And Maggie proceeds to paint us a horror story with mere words.

Dark Maggie really surpasses anything certain fans have ever accused Carol of being. Is she too far gone? Who the hell knows? I think it’s clear that she and Carol are both on a sliding scale of sorts when it comes to being able to compartmentalize shit to survive. Personally? I feel like Maggie might have leap-frogged Carol in this episode but it matters none because of the double standards so deeply entrenched in this fandom. Both women have endured and had to do some horrific things. It’s not a contest. But it’s probably going to be turned into a season-long one.

It’s almost like Kang was like, “Ya’ll bitches think Carol’s dark? I’ll show you DARK. Check and mate.”

Whatever the reasoning, Maggie just got exponentially more interesting to me if not likable. And before anybody out there comes at me, it’s entirely possible to be on a character’s side in some things and not be all up their ass in love with them, lol. Like I’m attached to her because she’s family and Glenn loved her. There’s a loyalty there and she absolutely is justified in her hatred of Negan. But I’m not going to pretend her shit don’t stink like everybody else’s.

Speaking of my baby Glenn. What would he think of this version of Maggie? I think he would be gutted and heart stricken that events led to her being like this but he’d understand because he’s pure like that. Don’t mean he’d be A-OK with it all.

Dog must be protected at all costs.

Confession. I know not the fuck who Pony Boy is, but I know him because all my fandom friends have pointed him out to me, lol. RIP, Man. I think you’re number’s up or close to it.

Okay, though. I admit it. I am kinda LOVING Badass Father G.

That scene in the subway car with all of them working to take all the Walkers out was already badass. Then Daryl arrived and made it, in @freefromthecocoon’s words, HAWT. LOL.

Eugene staring at that little black book like it contains torture tools, hehehe.

“Processed? As in administratively? Processed as in bologna or other meat stuffs? This inquiring (enquiring?) mind needs to know.” OMG, Eugene. I admit it. Even if it makes me look like a lunatic, LOL. I straight up LMAO at that one. I mean, ten years later and Terminus still fresh on the man’s mind.

“You like feeling nervous?” Well, no. None of us that do, Mercer? Do.

Then he proceeds to make me howl with his “You can’t lie for shit” to Eugene.

Josh McDermitt? I love you, Man. 40 year old virgin, LOL.

All this talk over the seasons of Daryl’s virginity and we have Eugene, hahaha. But was he telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?

Finally. Some daylight. Where I can see.

Eugene’s relief at seeing his friends safe and sound was such a beautiful thing to see. I loved those hugs.

Mercer’s face when he snarled “beat cop” in disdain to Ezekiel. I think I’m gonna love this dude.

“I went to West Point. Asshole.” Yeah. I am.

I know they probably catfishing Eugene right here because spoilers tell us that ain’t Stephanie. But my heart still did a little d’aww. Angela. Don’t play with his poor heart like that.

What’s got Daryl so pensive, huh? Is it that the note reminds him of kids being lost or taken from their family? Or separated from their family? Is he thinking of those Grimes babies and wondering if Michonne will ever make it back and why and how she was able to leave them behind? Tell me it ain’t that Find Me nonsense.

“This place sure has gone to shit since the last time I was here.” LMAO, JDM. I mean Negan. Sorry. Sorry. I still hate Negan, but JDM has me entertained at least since they gave the asshole some shades of gray. And speaking of shades of gray. I’m loving the gray beard. JDM’s looking GOOD (hear that NR? Embrace the gray). Negan can still kick rocks, lol.

Anyway. That scene was CREEPY AF. Not even gonna lie.

The Reapers strutting right on up to our group like it’s The Purge: ZA.

My bad, Pony Boy. Now RIP.

Dark, dark episode with loads of tension broken up by some welcome humor by Princess. The girl is fast becoming a fave of mine.

My baby’s back next week!!!

I’m just going to plug my ears and pretend they’re trying to capture/recapture the horses because they’re pets. Not because they’re starving so bad they feel the need to eat them. La la la la la. I can’t hear you.

#The Walking Dead #Season 11 #TWD spoilers #things that make me smile and cry #for reasons

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the-himawari · 3 years

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A3! Seasonal Event Translation - Ride on a Galaxy Train (10/11)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Izumi: (Thank goodness! The play went off without a hitch, and it looks like the audience enjoyed it too.)

*lights turn on*

Tsumugi: Ah!

Misumi: The power’s on!

Guy: And the train has started running as well.

Izumi: Oh, great, that’s a relief.

Conductor A: Thank you very much for your patience, everyone. The train is back in service. We apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused you today. As an apology, we will refund the cost of today’s meal at a later date. Now then, we will begin serving dinner, so please relax and enjoy your meal.

Passenger A: Thank goodness~.

Passenger B: But thanks to everyone from MANKAI Company, we were able to see some magic and watch a play even when the power was out. It turned out to be a wonderful time so it was totally fine.

Passenger C: Yeah, right! It was so much fun! Thank you, Theatre troupe!

Izumi: !

Banri: Looks like they enjoyed it, huh?

Izumi: Sorry, conductor. Even though I was in charge over here, I started the play on my own without permission…

Conductor A: Don’t be ridiculous. The crew members and I came to check the status over here several times as we were dealing with the situation—. And thanks to everyone from MANKAI Company, all the guests were calm and enjoying themselves. You really saved us. I feel grateful from the bottom of my heart. Everyone, I really can’t thank you enough.

Tsumugi: You’re very welcome.

Misumi: I’m glad the guests were happy with it~!

-pause-

Guy: It seems all the passengers have returned to their cabins.

Banri: Alright, let’s wipe the tables.

Tsumugi’s announcement: “This is a notice before you retreat for the night. Please be mindful of your valuables when you go to bed.” “Furthermore, please keep your noise to a minimum when you leave your room, as some guests are resting.” “And finally, please take your time and have a nice rest.”

Banri: Tsumugi-san’s announcement fits the evening, huh…

Guy: Yes, I think everyone will sleep well.

Crew member A: Great work. Thank you very much for helping out today. It’s fine for you two to head back to your rooms as well.

Banri: ‘Kay.

Guy: Thank you for your hard work today. Then, please excuse us.

-pause-

Tsumugi: (Well, now that I'm done with work, I guess I'll go out on the deck to get some fresh air.)

Sota: Teacher Tsumugi!

Tsumugi: Ah, Sota-kun.

Sota: Thank you so much for saving me in the dark earlier.

Tsumugi: You’re welcome. I’m glad I could help.

Sota: Hehe, I just wanted to say thanks one more time. Good job with your work too! Alright then, goodnight.

Tsumugi: Yeah, goodnight.

Sota: …Ah! Also! You’re such an amazing actor, teach! That play was super fun! Please tutor me again next week!

Tsumugi: Fufu, thank you. Rest well now.

-pause-

Misumi: Tsumugi! Good job today~.

Tsumugi: Thanks for your hard work, Misumi-kun. …The sky is cloudy, huh?

Misumi: Yeah, it is~.

Tsumugi: But thanks to your planetarium, even the kids who were scared of the dark ended up smiling. Thank you, Misumi-kun.

Misumi: Hehehe, you’re welcome!

Tsumugi: That reminds me, why did you bring a planetarium?

Misumi: There’s a full moon today, so I wanted to do a moon-viewing* with you. But the forecast said it was going to be cloudy, so Kumon lent it to me~.

Tsumugi: Is that so?

Misumi: Yeah… AH! Tsumugi, look!

Tsumugi: Eh? Ah, the clouds cleared away. We can see the moon.

Misumi: It’s so pretty~!

Tsumugi: Yeah, it’s really beautiful…

Misumi: Let’s hold a moon-viewing, Tsumugi~! I wanted to look at the moon with you, so I brought dango too! See!

Tsumugi: Oh, you really did! That surprised me—where you take that out from?

Misumi: Ehehe! I made sure I brought them~.

Tsumugi: Then shall we do a little moon gazing now?

Misumi: Yeah!

Izumi: Misumi-kun, Tsumugi-san. So you guys were here, huh?

Itaru: What are you two doing?

Misumi: Ah, everyone~!

Banri: Oh, the clouds cleared up. You can see the moon, huh?

Guy: You’re right.

Tsumugi: Since the sky cleared up, we were talking about holding a moon-viewing.

Izumi: Looking at the moon on the deck of a sleeper train sounds lovely.

Masumi: I’ll gaze at the moon together with you too.

Itaru: The view from here is legit. It’s pretty exciting, just like a movie or anime…

Banri: The mood’s pretty nice too, eh?

Guy: Looking at the moon after work or a performance feels great.

Tsumugi: Fufu, yeah.

Misumi: I’m so happy we’re able to look at the pretty moon while riding the sleeper train! Let's all do a moon-viewing together~!

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*"お月見” (otsukimi: moon-viewing) is a Japanese custom where people will gather (usually during mid-autumn) to gaze at the moon together. One food typically eaten during a tsukimi is "月見団子" (tsukimi dango).

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yamithediaperdork · 3 years

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Jace’s Mall adventures part one: Let’s all go to the lobby! (Mortal instruments)

Following the fathers day show in the park, Jace had mostly accepted his life as a 24/7 big toddler, and while he still could feel SOME shame, he'd learned to mostly accept it. True it wasn't as easy when Simon and Alec had started dating, double so when the the hunter and vampire would make out in front of Jace since the big baby had been told part of the price of being a 24/7 big baby was a lost of any adult privileges, which included 'making stickies.' Still there was other things he could direct that pent up energy into and 5 weeks after the show at the park Jace was all excited to be going to the premier of the new paw patrol movie, having become a HUGE fan of the show. Not only was he getting to go and watch the movie, live at the cinema, But his daddies had let him have big kid cereal, a bowl of frosted flakes! Having big kid sugar fr the first time in so long Jace was semi giddy to begin with, and unknown to both of of his daddies, he had begged and whined till Alec put in a scoop of sugar, and then like wise to Simon. Practically vibrating in his seat as he slurped down the sugar filled milk, getting it all over his bib, he listened to his daddies have a fight. "Come on, your the one who told him he could go. you need to handle this. you KNOW I can barely stand the show!" Alec was saying. "Look, I HAVE to go to this meeting, or the little peace talks I've been working on, for YOU guys I might add, is gonna fall though." Simon growled. "Damn itttt..You owe me big time for thing." Alec grumbled. "I know I know, I'll do that thing with the cowboy boots you like so much." Simon chuckled. Jace giggled quietly at that but having a heads, up, put on his best pouty face, sure he could totally score more treats out of this if he played his hand right. "Buddy we have some bad news.." Simon started and Jace let the tears flow out.

20 minutes later, Jace was dressed and in his car seat, with the remains of 10 cookies smudged on his face and hands and clapping as he bounced up and down. He was wearing of course his normal triple thick diapers since he just peed too much for a single diaper to hold up for long, but over that he had on a white diaper shirt that had a dog bone theme going on and over top of that a pair of blue denim short-alls on with a picture of chase on the front pocket. He had on a pair of white socks and paw patrol themed light up sneakers and he was now kicking them as the sugar was getting to him. "Eee eee eee! Gonna see paw patrol! Paw patrol paw patrol! Gonna see paw patrol all with daddyyy!" He sang, badly. behind the wheel and already with a building head ache, Alec was dressed in black jeans and a black top, and already wondering if Simon being his cowboy stud tonight was worth the headache he was going to have. "Jace buddy, can we lower the volume? Daddy's getting a headache." Alec tried. "Oh no! I'll kiss your head bigger then daddy! Pull over and I'll give you a kissy! Kissy's make it all better like when I got a boo boo on my knee!" Jace said, reaching forward now and trying to grab onto Alec. "Buddy we're almost there and I'll pull ov-" "NOW! Now now now now now now!" Jace said and then started to kick Alec's seat. "JACE SHUT UP RIGHT NOW AND STOP, OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL DRIVE US OFF A CLIFF!" Alec exploded, then looking into the rear view mirror saw the look on jace's face and regretted his words instantly. "Buddy Daddies sorry he didn't me-" he started to say, but got cut off. "...-sniff- WAHHHHHHHHHH! DADDY DOESN'T LOVE MEEEE!" Jace started to bawl. "This is going to be a long, Fucking, Day." Alec whined, pulling over and putting his head on the steering wheel, then getting out to come to the back seat and console the big baby.

After cleaning himself and Jace off of the chocolate and -ugh- booger and tears, they made it to the cinema with only a few minutes to spare. It had taken promising Jace to let him have a big gulp soda to get the water works to finally stop, and with how sudden they did Alec couldn't help but wonder if he'd been played. As they stood in line to get the drinks and snacks (the tickets had been purchased already thankfully) Jace suddenly got excited and started to wave to a group of boys and if it hadn't of been for the iron gripe Alec had on the babies other hand he would of gone running over. "HI KEITH! KEVIN! IT'S JACE! YOU KNOW? FROM THE PARK!" Jace hollered, trying to get their attention. "Jeez Jace, was that loud enough? I don't think they heard you in china." Alec muttered, and turned to see four boys coming over. "Oh hey! it's the big little guy." Kevin said smirking. "Wheres your daddy?" Keith asked. "Huh? Right here!" Jace said and then Glomped on Alec's arm, before a dawning look came on his face. "OH! yeah! Other daddy! This daddy is dating my main daddy and he's trying to be super duper cool. It's a struggle for him, cuz you know, he doesn't even like paw patrol." Jace said, leaning in and using a mock whisper for the second part. "..I'm Alec, you must be the kids who were spoon feeding Jace." Alec said, rolling his eyes. "heh. Nice to meet you. I'm Kevin, this is Keith, and those are Alex and Jacob." The one with a brunette crew cut said. "Oh! your little guys!" Jace squealed and giggled, and the twin's were instantly blushing and squirming. Did you get them in diapies yet?" Jace asked, looking at the twins tight pants. "N-No!" The twins both huffed and whined, insulted by Jace just blurting stuff like that out in public, but to baby Jace and alec, it looked like they were annoyed to be still in big boy undies. "Now now, don't be cross with Jace..he's just a baby." Keith scolded the blonds, shaking a finger at them. "So what movie are you guys coming to see? I bet it's paw patrol isn't it? Oh! we could all sit together!" Jace started babbling away. Hearing that Alec got his hopes up for a minute, and was about to ask if the kids wanted to make some money babysitting Jace throughout the movie, only to have his hopes dashed as Keith answered. "Nah, don't get me wrong, paw patrol is SO awesome." Keith was saying, smirking and clearly just saying what Jace wanted to hear. "But these two wanna watch the new My little pony movie so-" "NUH-UH!" Jacob cut in. "We're watching the new Rock movie!" Alex added. "They're only saying that to save face." Kevin said and winked. "Ohhhh..hehehe well of course. cuz my little pony is sooo dumb." Jace said and winked back. As the Twin's fumed Jace said bye bye and him and Alec got their drinks and popcorn and headed for their movie.

Ten minutes into the movie and Alec was wishing he'd snuck a flask in, somehow Jace turned out to be the quietest kid in the room. Not only, that, the most popular and fights had broken out among the real toddlers over who was gonna get to sit next to the big kid who had SUCH a awesome possum outfit. Stuck in a sea of 2-5 year olds and with many of them apparently unashamed to pass gas at a moments notice, Alec was sure he was gonna have to have his nose removed before the halfway point. Jace, who was torn between watching the movie and basking in his newfound popularity decided to put them all to shame but getting up on his seat and letting out a fart to end all farts, taking advantage of Alec having a hand over his face. His legs were a little wobbly from starting to come down off of his sugar rush and as Alec turned and looked, one of three things happened. 1) Jace started to slip and tried to balance himself but planting his butt on something stable, which turned out to be Alec's face. 2) The fear of the fall and all the junk food, made Jace let out more then just a fart, and he filled is \diapers as his butt was again, planted in Alec's fact. 3) trying to get the stink bomb out of his face, Alec pushed Jace which while the little guy recovered without falling, came at the cost of his big gulp he'd been holding, and ended up dumping it on Alec. Needless to say they didn't finish the movie and Alec swore he was never ever taking Jace to the movies again, and promised Jace he was going to regret ALL of this the next day. Jace, wisely stayed quiet on the drive home, where upon coming in they were greeted with the smell of weed, and the sight of Simon on the couch smoking a fatty, having lied about the peace talk meeting being today and had just wanted some alone time. Jace wasn't the only one to end up in a corner with a red ass.

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j--meat-hook--j · 4 years

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A Trip to the Mainland (Taiyuu cooking event) (?)

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A Train from Taiyuu Island to Mainland Japan took a couple hours, hours of ocean, boredom and more ocean. Staring at the TV, Zeke remembered a time before Taiyuu, before Japan even.

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A small town on the coast of Germany, a large building, a small apartment.

A teenager enters, around 17 years old, wiping his feet and looking around, the clock reads 8pm. He spotted his younger brother in the living “room” by himself watching cartoons. The younger one couldn’t be older than 9.

“Hey, kiddo. Where’s Mum?”

“She got called into work.”

Frustrated in his mother’s irresponsibility and lack of note, the older brother tried to keep the conversation going as he made his way to the kitchen.

“Whatcha doing?”

“Watchin TV.”

“Oh, so you found the remote?” “No.” Flick. The channel changed.

Opening the pantry the older brother found… half a loaf of bread and a whole lot of empty space.

“Have you had anything to eat yet?”

“No. Mum was gonna get groceries but she got called into work.”

Biting his fist in frustration, the older brother pounded the pantry door with his head. Silently seething in anger the older brother put on a happy face, the older brother came out and sat next to the younger brother.

“Let’s go out for dinner tonight, just you and me.” “Won’t Mum and Dad get angry?” “They’ll never know, I got a little extra money from work today.”

“I mean… sure.”

“Alright, get your stuff ready and we’ll leave in a few.” The older brother wrote a note for their Mother, if she returned home tonight.

When the two got ready and were almost out the door, the younger brother stopped.

“Umm... Schlaut?”

“What’s up Zeke?”

“Are you sure Mum and Dad won’t find out?”

“Hey, we’ll leave our trash in a public bin, they’ll never know.”

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Finally on the Mainland of Japan Zeke had a couple trips to make.

The first stop for today was to withdraw money, but look like a cool guy, Sunglasses on. Wandering around the Whatever City, Zeke can’t remember what it’s called, he started to get his bearings.

‘Alright, grocery shop’s there, post office’s there and-’

Zeke felt a rumble down to his core.

‘It’s going to be a thunderstorm tonight.’

Finally finding an ATM in Whatever City, that took forever. Taking his “Credit” Card out Zeke approached the ATM, noone was nearby anyway but he still felt he had to play the part.

Feeling the ATM Zeke felt all the different compartments, searching for the most used 4, Zeke found what he needed.

Trying the first one: Whirr, Zzzt And Dispense. 1000 Yen, not quite what he needed.

Next compartment: Whirr, Zzzt and Dispense. 5000 Yen, close but not the notes he needed.

The Third compartment: Whirr, Zzzt and Dispense. 10,000, exactly what Zeke needed.

Grabbing an extra 13 10k Yen bills Zeke had enough to pay for his tuition, with some left over.

That wasn’t right, only take what you need. Zeke remembered when this all became second nature to him, why quickly searching these machines became so easy.

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“That’d be 50 Euros sir.” A cashier lady, in a large mall grocery store.

“I’m really sorry, can you wave it just this once?” Schlaut, now at the age of 19, pleaded to the cashier holding a 20 Euro note.

“I’m sorry sir, if you couldn’t afford it you shouldn’t have picked it up.”

“But this is all we have for the week, we’ll go hungry without this food.” Schlaut

“Then get 20 Euros worth of food or get out of the store.”

“Fine. C’mon Zeke we’re outta here.” Zeke, now 11 years old, followed his brother out of the store.

“What’s the plan now Schlaut?”

“I dunno kiddo, we’ll figure something out.”

It wasn’t long into the usual walk home when they walked past an ATM, it’s screen illuminating the sidewalk. The screen flickered strange colours, reds, blues even a neon green. Schlaut paused, did a slow turn on his feet and paced to the ATM.

“Zeke?” “Yeah Schlaut?”

“Are you doing that?”

Zeke’s stiffened and he turned his face away from his brother.

“Zeke look at me.”

Zeke reluctantly looked at his Older Brother, the pupils of his brown eyes glowing a slight blue.

“Did I do something wrong?” Zeke was looking at the ground in shame.

“No no no no nononono nono, no Zeke. You did something very, very right.” Schlaut hadn’t felt this excited in a while.

“Let’s play a game Zeke, see if you can find some paper in this machine.” Schlaut pointed to the ATM.

“You mean money, isn’t that stealing?” Zeke was willing to do this, but he wasn’t very happy about it.

“Hey, we’re only going to take what we need ok? No more. We’re not villains, we’re survivors. See if you can find a 20 note and a 10 note.” Zeke had found a way to save us!

“Ok. I’ll try.”

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Returning back to the present Zeke held about 2000 Yen too much in his hands. The fridge at Taiyuu was running low, this money seems appropriate for everyone to use.

Zeke went to that small grocery store he passed by earlier. Fresh fruits and vegetables, that’s what Taiyuu needed, none of that instant shit. Apples, carrots, broccoli and one pack of the cheapest Cup Noodles he could find.

‘How would the others at Taiyuu react? I don’t think Sako or Spellman would be particularly fond of me anymore. Ah well, they won’t find out. All the years of pulling this same stunt we were only found out once.’

Zeke paid a total of 1962 yen.

“Have a good day.”

“Yeah, you too.”

‘Only found out once.’

Supermarket (Schlauts Quirk)

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“How’s that Zeke, just enough to get us through this week. Mum should have the day off tomorrow so we’ll cook a whole bunch then.” Schlaut, now 21, said to his brother Zeke, now 13.

“Yeah, maybe Dad’d have time to help as well.”

“I doubt it kiddo.”

RUUUUUUMMMBBBBBLEEE

“We should get going before it rains, seems like a storm is brewing.

Off they were on the usual walk home, Through an empty courtyard, groceries in hand. Not too much, just enough to get by.

“Hey Asshole!”

Schlaut turned, almost like he was expecting this.

“Yes, Gregory?”

A potbellied man, more of a sphere than a man, called out to the two.

“You mess with one of us, you mess with all of us.”

“Us?” Zeke panicked.

“There’s about 4 of them, stay behind me Zeke.”

“What, who are you talking about, how do you know these people?”

“It’s complicated. You wouldn’t understand.”

3 other men came up from behind the Sphere Man. One looked too long to be normal, another looked like a leaf man, the last one had spines coming out of his back.

“Yeah, not so tough are ya now there’s more of us.” Sphere man said, he sounded like he was from New York, which is weird because this is Germany.

“Huh, Good one boss.” The Leaf Man said, he had a very deep voice.

“Yeah, good one boss.” The Spine Man said, he had a very snively voice.

“Hehehe, heheh hehehe hehehe” The Long Man said, he had a very creepy laugh.

“You made it easier for me.” Schlaut butted in, sounding far too confident for a 4 on 1 fight.

RUUUUMMMMMMMBLLLLLLEEEEE

Long Man reached over and punched Sphere Man in the face.

“Aaaah, Tony, whaddya doin? Hit him not me!” Sphere Man was both confused and angry

“Heheheh, heheh, Hehehehhe!” The Long Man’s laugh seemed very panicked and confused.

Leaf Man punched Spine Man, Spine Man grabbed Long Man. It was a free for all, none of the assorted goons and henchmen ever came near Schlaut and Zeke, Zeke leaned over Schlauts shoulder.

“What are they doing Schlaut? Why are they here?” Schlaut looked back at his younger brother. “Don’t worry, Zeke, they’re taking care of it themselves.” Schlaut looked at Zeke for a moment, just one moment was all it took for Zeke to notice the slight red glow from his brother's pupils.

It wasn’t too long before the four strangers were all on the ground unconscious. Not once did the 4 even take a step towards the Funkee brothers.

“Let’s go Zeke, it’s all taken care of.” “But… but-” “Let’s GO Zeke.”

RUUUUMMMMMMMBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLEEEEE

They turned to continue on their way home, when Zeke heard skidding. No. Rolling? Turning around in curiosity Zeke saw Sphere Man rolling towards them, like a ball. A very angry ball.

“Schlaut, look out!” Zeke jumped, panicked and….

FLASH

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM

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Not done for the day yet, still gotta send a letter off to Mum back in Germany, quick visit to the Posty and back to Taiyuu. Card, letter, shipping. Totaling 300 yen, that is cheap!

Hey Mum,

Taiyous Taiyuus going great, i think im really hitting it off with everybody here. This place seems more my style than uA anyway. Theres a whole bunch of really weird people here. One person can even shapeshit shapeshift!

Anyway hows things with you, hows the new job in France?

Has Schlaut come back yet?

Love,

Zeke

“Just one letter, wouldn’t a text be better?” The teller was confused.

“It’s just a little tradition we have. Notes and written things are easier to keep anyway.”

Zeke made his way back to Taiyuu, hours on the train, again. The news reports were going on about a villain by the name “The King”. Luckily Taiyuu covered the costs of going back to Mainland Japan. Making his way back to the kitchen area Zeke deposited the fruits and veggies into the communal fridge. However, Zeke kept the Noodle Cup.

Zeke set the kettle to boil and thought of the day everything changed, the day Schlaut left. There was no bang, there was no warning. Around when Zeke was 13 Schlaut just, poof, gone. The whole family thought he was dead for months until Zeke’s 14th birthday, where Zeke got an RC car, brand new and very high end. It came with a note.

Hey Kiddo, Happy Birthday. Sorry I couldn’t be there this year

Noone ever really bothered Zeke again, of course Zeke still had his friends but noone bullied, assaulted or even annoyed him again. The icecream place even gave him a discount. Teachers were a whole lot nicer, even recommending him to hero courses like UA: LA, Shiketsu and Seijin. That was 2 years ago.

The screech of the kettle brought Zeke out of his thoughts. Filling his Cup Noodles with boiling water Zeke had made a shitty meal at Taiyuu.

BOOOOOOOMMMMMM

“Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot.”

Maybe not.

#taiyuu oct #Zeke Funkee #round 2 #cooking event

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Necrokitty Tales: Trouble in Inkwell Isle (Chapter 11)

Authors’ note: Remember, Necrida’s writing will be in italics and SPKC’s writing with be regular font.If you have no idea what this roleplaying thing is, you can start from the beginning here.

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Amber and Sullivan continued walking from the Clip Joint until they came to a stop near the shore.

“I live on that tiny island there" Sullivan said pointing at a small shack surrounded by water.

Amber’s fur almost stood up at the sight of the river. She hated getting wet, almost as much as she hated getting caught. “We don’t have to swim , do we?” She had a couple of things in her possession that wouldn’t do so well if they got wet. Like trinkets and powders. Especially powder that could be put in drinks to make certain companions sleepy.

Sullivan smiled “Oh no! Don’t worry! We can cross with this” He walked towards a small wooden boat that miraculously floated on the side of the river. “You won’t get a drop on ya’, sweetheart” He said, proud of his boat.

Amber looked at the tiny boat and inwardly groaned. So much for sneaking out again after dark. Still, maybe not a total lost. Sullivan seemed kind of sweetly dumb and also the type that might have some documents that could lead her to some of the bigger sheep she could fleece.

She patted down her fur and fixed him with a hard look. “Okay, but if I get wet, I’m not going to be a happy kitty.”

“Not a drop on ya’, ma'am” the salamander answered full of confidence while preparing the raft. “Hop on, darling” he said offering his hand to help her get on the boat.

Amber took his hand. “Okay, well I’m trusting. Contrary to popular belief, nobody likes a wet pussy…cat,” she added climbing into the boat anxiously.

Sullivan laughed at Amber’s comment and helped her to accommodate on the surprisingly stable raft. “You ain’t like no woman I’ve ever met, Amber. Where you from? I haven’t seen you in this isles before.” The salamander could feel his heart falling hard for this woman. So direct, so daring, so charming and pretty and funny and she seemed to be interested in boats! ‘Where have you been all my life’ he thought to himself, and row slowly towards the shed making sure not a single drop fell on his lovely companion.

Amber smiled. “Oh Sully, I’ll tell you all about myself once we’re on dry land.” She eyed the water nervously. It was hard to lie when she was near water. It made her too anxious. Anyone would be probably be anxious around water if they had been tied in a bag as a kitten and tossed over a bridge into the icy water.

Not-not that had ever happened to Amber. No. Nothing like that. If anyone asked her, she would deny it…But just to be safe, she should save her words. She hummed instead and thought about the lie she would weave instead once they were on dry land.

The salamander noticed his passenger a bit nervous so he hurried and finally reached the shed.

“Here we are, ma'lady!” Sullivan threw a rope to attach the boat to a post and got out of the raft with a jump. He turned to Amber and bowed offering his hand again to help her get out.

Amber dashed off that boat as fast as she could without it looking too weird. She looked at the little home. “So how did you get a place like this?”

“I built it myself with scraps from sunken boats,” Sullivan said proudly “It’s not much, but then again, I don’t need much.” ‘Except someone to share it with,’ he thought to himself, admiring Amber’s silhouette.

The word scraps and sunken boats made Amber hesitate but she started to walk toward it. “Ya ever have to head inland for storms or do you find that she holds up pretty well?” She was curious to see the inside.

“It doesn’t look like it but it holds pretty well.” He knock the wood and a small piece of roof fell with a thud next to them. The salamander gulped “Uh… L-ets go inside, I’ll make some tea or… something,” he said nervously getting inside the shack.

Amber prayed to whatever gods were out there that they would help protect her thieving ass before following the salamander inside.

It was a small cozy shack decorated with boat parts and ropes. On the left there was a small tidy kitchen next to a round table fashioned with a barrel, covered with charts and many other documents. On the right a ladder to reach what it seemed to be the bed on a mezzanine, a small couch and a heater.

“P-please! Make yourself at home” He started to organize the papers on the table and shoving them on the only closet, leaving Amber to look around.

Sure enough, it was kind of cozy. Her eyes dilated slightly to quickly observe her surroundings and noted Sullivan grabbing handfuls of paper and watched him shove them in the closet. Looks like she’d have to go pawing through those once she had Sullivan knocked out.

She pressed her cheek against the back of his shoulder and pretend to shiver. “Oh, Sully, could you fix us both a drink? I’m awfully chilly.”

Sullivan shivered at the gentle touch of the feline. “S-shure! I-I think I got some whiskey… or.. or if you prefer I can make some tea or coffee?” He proposed walking to the kitchen and grabbing with a shaky hand a couple of mugs.

Amber never had whiskey before. She was more for the creamy sweet drinks herself (A white Russian was literally cream and vodka). Still, it did seem the more hardcore of thieves and associates of the wrong side of the law drank whiskey so she nodded. “Whiskey sounds good,” she decided, giving him one final nuzzle before taking a seat.

The salamander’s heart was beating so fast! He couldn’t help but smile and giggle like an idiot and served the whiskey.

“Em… well… If you would like to spend the night here, you can take my bed, I’ll sleep down here”. He said shyly looking at his mug.

“Well, I just hate the thought of sleeping alone, maybe you could help me stay warm after this?” Amber tried to coyly suggest, bringing the whiskey to her lips.

Sullivan’s eyes widened. Was she suggesting what he thought she was suggesting? ‘No! Sullivan, you better watch it!’ He said to himself ‘She might mean something else’ He gulped “If you want I can turn on the heater, a-a-and I got more blankets around here somewhere!” He stood up towards a chest on the right side of the shack, next to the ladder and opened it to reveal a couple of blankets and a big pillow.

Amber deftly pulled out one of the packets of powder and put a small amount in his glass before swirling it. “I’ve heard that skin to skin contact is the best way to stay warm,” she chuckled, enjoying watching the salamander squirm. She lifted his glass up and approached him, placing it in his hands. She held up her own and clinked it to his. “Cheers to a very sweet host,” she toasted bringing her glass to her lips again.

He shook like jelly when Amber got him his glass in such a seductive way. He could barely keep the liquid in his recipient and decided to drink it all in one sip. His body was on fire, the butterfly feeling in his tummy getting wilder and his cheeks couldn’t take any more blush without bursting of his nostrils. "Hmhmm” he managed to answer looking unbelieving at Amber’s gorgeous eyes.

Amber took a big gulp out of her whiskey only for her throat to immediately burn like fire. She choked and coughed very unsexily, her eyes watering. “Holy shit, THAT’S what whiskey tastes like?! Oh my God you just drank the whole glass!” She coughed and choked, nearly falling over.

Sullivan smiled at the woman coughing. That took some of the pressure off him. “Hehe, too strong? I can water it down for ya, sweetheart” he grabbed her glass and walked to the kitchen to get a refill. “I’m sorry I ain’t got nothing softer.”

“Yes, please if you can, that would be great,” Amber swallowed. Her ears perked up. “If you have milk, you could add that! Or just give me the milk. Whatever’s easier!”

She glanced at the time. That powder would need another 10-15 minutes to take effect and seeing how fast he drank his whiskey, she could see him blaming his soon to happen sleepiness on that.

“Oh uh.. I don’t drink milk but… I might have some apple juice” he looked inside a cabinet and took a half full bottle of apple juice. “Maybe you can mix it?” He filled her mug half way and offered back to her.

He surprised himself staring at the woman’s soft figure and felt ashamed. He turned his look down to his feet blushing from embarrassment and his own body heat. 'Keep it together, Sullivan! T-try make some conversation!’ He thought to himself.

“Em… so… y-you come to the joint often?” What a stupid question, he was there pretty much everyday and he would have definitely notice her.

Amber shook her head. “No, I couldn’t help but be attracted by all the excitement and noise! So I walked in and they had my favorite drink and I decided to just stay and maybe meet someone special.” And their wallet.

She eyed him curiously. “You have an awful lot of charts, Sully. Are you a sailor or an engineer or something?”

The salamander smiled at her hoping she would feel the same way tomorrow. “Heheh, very perceptive! I used to be a sailor but now I work on the docks, taking care of the boat’s cargo. And from time to time, some ask my help to find the safest route in high seas”. He gulped another glass of whiskey. He was starting to feel tired.

Amber smiled. “Really? Hmm. You ever run into any sea monsters?” She asked, watching him start to slowly succumb to the effects of the drug.

Sullivan laughed “A few, actually. You wouldn’t believe!” He started narrating his encounter with a giant octopus and how he gulped half of his crew when he started to feel heavy. He got comfortable on the barrel and lay his head on his arms. At this point, he was barely pronouncing the words and slowly fell asleep.

Amber listened attentively - mostly because she wanted to know where the hell that octopus lived and how she could avoid it at all costs! She saw Sullivan’s eyes start to droop and she crept a bit closer to encourage the sleepy salamander to sleep, gently rubbing her soft fur against him.

“Shh, just rest now,” she coaxed.

Sulivan fell completely asleep with a silly smile on his face.

Amber hummed quietly to herself and began to rifle through his papers once she was sure he was asleep. She wondered if there were any treasure maps. That would be swell.

Amongst the documents, Amber found the schedule of this weeks arrivals and their cargo. Most of them had food, a couple materials for a magic shop, one of them contained tons of nectar, but there was one in particular that had an unspecified cargo that had to be delivered to King Dice’s casino.

Amber wondered if the nectar was for Rumor, Queen of the bees. She knew that her subjects were far and wide, hell, she had seen one in the Clip Joint.

But what really got her attention was the one for the casino. King Dice was a dangerous man but where there was great danger, there were also great rewards. She looked at the paper, trying to see if there was any indication of the shipments’ contents.

There was nothing in the papers that indicated what the cargo was, only that there were five boxes and that they had to be delivered to King Dice himself.

Amber made a note of the date of the shipment and sighed. Whelp. She was trapped here until morning. Might as well make the best of it. She started to clean up a bit and wash their cups, making sure to rinse out any possible residue from the powder.

This was going to be a long night.

—–

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Isle!

Hilda had started slowly walking with Carl from the Clip Joint. She was a bit sad for missing the fight. Suddenly she stopped. “I know what I wannnnna do!” She got extremely close to Carl’s face “Let’s pass in front of Cagney’s! I’ll show him I don’t care if he doesn’t want to see me again, cause I got better friends than him!” She released the caterpillar’s neck only to grab his hand and start walking towards the flower field.

Carl remembered something about Cagney. He doesn’t head that direction very often but the general consensus was, unless you had a reason to be there, you stayed out. Still, Carl was willing to risk it, especially as Hilda’s dress hiked up just a bit to see some more of her leg…and some scratches. Huh.

He thought about asking about the scratches, but the minute she started touching his neck and pulling his hand, he decided against it. He allowed her to lead him for a little bit before tugging her to a stop. As much as he liked to show up other guys, he wanted to make sure he was getting something out of this and it wasn’t just a waste of his time.

“So after we visit your friend, why don’t we head back to my pad and we can have some really good fun there,” he suggested. The drunk woman hesitated and he fingered part of her dress. “Unless you don’t want to show up your friend.”

Hilda frowned at the caterpillar when he made her stop and stared at his fingers playing with her dress. Oh! If only Cagney could see this … even his roots would twitch!

The woman swept away Carl’s hand with a malicious smile “Sssave it for when we get thhhere. And I’m not drunk enough to go to strangggers padds. Mmy house is closer, wwe can go therrre after that big ooold ddddandelion has been rrreminded! how much he wwwants me… as a friend!” She immediately added “Obbvvmiosly…” She kept walking staggering every now and then.

Carl’s eyes widened. Her place? Well, dang. This night was going better than he thought. He took her smile as a more “come hither” grin and straightened himself out. Besides, if a dandelion was going to give him trouble, Carl was fairly certain he could defend himself. Afterall, he WAS a caterpillar. He wrapped one of his hands around her shoulders. “Just a quick hello and then I’ll give you a night you will never forget.”

“Oh, HE will never forrget last nnnight!” Hilda drunkenly said remembering Cagney’s awefull words. “Aand I’ll make ssure of it!” She poked at the caterpillar trying to be threatening.

They finally reached the field and Hilda hold herself on the white bench and turned to Carl. “Ok, plaay it coool. You’re my new best bud, and wwwe are just taking a wwwalk to… enjoy the sstars! ” she looked up just to see a black sky with some gray clouds left. That’s right… she forgot to put them on after seeing Cagney talking to the new neighbor. “To enjoyy the aair” she corrected.

Carl winced. Hilda was a lot louder than she thought she was. Or maybe she was naturally a loud woman. He wasn’t entirely sure. Still, as long as she didn’t squawk too much, it should be fine. Just say hi to her friend or something and then he’d have to keep her a bit quieter on the way back to her place. Didn’t need to raise too many questions. It didn’t look the best bringing a clearly intoxicated woman home but Carl didn’t have the best intentions.

She was the one who drank a lot. A girl could be asking for something like this. She’s just lucky he was such a nice guy.

–

Cagney jerked awake at the sound of someone yelling. Again. This was the second night in a row. And when he realized it was Hilda, he scowled. “Stupid sky witch can’t let me have one night in peace,” he grumbled.

He could hear her getting closer and his mind dully tried to remember what to do. Apologize? No, no, not that. He had only done it twice and yeah maybe it worked out, sorta. But Hilda was a very different woman. And there was no way in hell he was going to apologize to her.

He remembered he decided to burrow, and did so before the woman could spot him.

–

“Ok, hhhere wwe go… ” she rested against the fence and took some air “HAHAHAHA! OH, CARL… YOU’RE SOOO FUNNY…” she yelled to make sure she would wake up the carnation.

Carl did think he was hilarious but considering he didn’t tell a joke, he was a bit confused. “Funny? Uh yeah, I guess I know a few jokes.” Was she trying to prank him right now?

He was all for showing up someone but if this was her just having a go at him, he couldn’t help but feel irritated. He’d let her go for a few more calls and then they would be off, whether she was ready or not.

–

How the hell could he hear her underground?! Cagney sat in the darkness in the dirt wondering if this was his punishment for his antics. To never get a good night’s sleep again? Seemed about right.

“OH, CARL… YOU’RE SOOO FUNNY…”

He started at that. Carl? Who the hell was Carl? He didn’t know any Carls. Did she really bring another guy to his field? He clenched his fists.

Cagney cooled down and started to smile. Nah, Hilda was just screwing around. There was no way she’d bring a guy here. He was getting all worked for nothing.

—

Hilda twisted her mouth and frowned looking at the darkness in the field. Maybe… he came back to that bat lady and now he’s spending the night with her?!

She shook her head trying to get rid of these thoughts and decided to keep trying. “Oh, Carl! It has been ssucha lovvely evvening… you mmade me forgget all about that giant wweed!” She grabbed the fence with both hands, she was getting really sleepy and her stomach started to feel a bit upset but she kept going “Nnnothing can ruinnn thhhis mmagical nnnight!”.

Carl was now annoyed. They walked all the way over here and the guy might not even be home? He was starting to feel like he had been played. Maybe he shouldn’t be such a nice guy after all. Maybe then would a girl like Hilda take him seriously.

Hilda was starting to get angry and decided to go wake the carnation herself. She tried to cast a cloud but only managed to make a small fog around her hands. “Uh?” she was surprised. She was too inebriated to use her powers.“Uhg! Carl! Help me up the ffence” she ordered at the caterpillar while trying to climb it.

Showing up a guy was one thing. Trespassing (and physical exercise) was something completely different. He grabbed her dress and began to pull her back. “Alright, we played your little game. C'mon, a promise is a promise. Let’s go.”

–

Cagney paused. That actually did sound like a guy. He grit his teeth. Really?

—

The dress made a small ripping sound and Hilda immediately turn to Carl angry “What the HELL are you doing?!”

Carl hadn’t meant to rip her dress but at sound of her getting angry made him pull a bit harder. She was going to get mad AT HIM? The caterpillar who had been nothing but gentlemanly toward her, buying her drinks and walking her back.

Looks like she was going to be one of those women who just used nice guys like him. “I’m not playing around. We’re leaving,” he argued, definitely having the upper hand as far as strength went in Hilda’s current state.

–

Cagney was trying to piece together who had been talking when he heard Hilda yelling in alarm. He tensed significantly. Wait, was she having a problem?

–

Hilda tried to set herself loose from the caterpillar but she was too drunk and could barely coordinate her mouvements. “Let me gggo, you moron! Or Immm gonna frry you with a lightning!” She tried to sound threatening while trying to push him away from her.

Carl gave her another tug and pulled her off the fence. Her dress caught on the fence and tore a bit more, revealing more leg than she probably would have liked.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Carl grumbled, “Otherwise I wouldn’t be dealing with this…” He glanced at her legs to see some rather strange marks. Almost like deep scratches.

He wrapped his sticky hands around her leg and pulled it close to look at it. “What the heck happened to your leg?”

–

Something was up. Cagney started to gradually unburrow himself and blinked unsteadily before spotting Hilda. Yeah, there she was. What the heck was she wearing? And why was she screaming?

“HEY!” Hilda shouted “GET OFF ME!” She tried to kick him but he prevented her from doing so. The woman, and the many voices in her head, started to panic. “LET ME GO!!!” She yelled struggling to release herself from the caterpillar.

Carl never hit a girl but he was seriously considering possibly slapping one if nothing else but to protect his hearing. He stopped looking at her scratches and gave her a dirty look. “Hey, you knew what you were getting into with the way you were acting! So why don’t you be quiet and -!”

Carl’s speech ended in a shriek as he was ripped off of Hilda and suspended in the air. Many small sharp items were pressing into his lower half and he flailed around wildly upside down only to look into the very irate expression of a carnation.

Hilda fell on all fours and looked at the caterpillar confused. She didn’t knew he could fl-oh wait… She focused her eyes at the other tall figure “Cagney?” She almost whispered, feeling her body becoming heavier.

Carl.

Freaked.

Out.

“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God!!!” He started to blubber, looking into the very sharp teeth of the flower. Why did this flower have sharp teeth?? Weren’t they supposed to be nice and sweet?!

“Tell me why I don’t turn you into mulch right now,” the flower snarled.

Carl’s mind went blank. “This was all a huge misunderstanding!” He tried to explain, “See, I met this girl and she was coming on to me and she wanted to visit a friend is all!”

“She came on to you?” He snorted.

“You gotta believe me, Mr. Flower!”

“Oh for fu- I’m Cagney,” he snapped squeezing harder.

Carl’s eyes widened in alarm. “You’re-you’re Cagney?! But Hilda said you were a daffodil!”

Cagney grit his teeth, “Hilda says a lot of things. But right now, she’s not saying I should let you go…or even live.”

Carl continue to panic and looked down at Hilda. “Hilda, say something to him please! I’m really sorry!”

Hilda took a moment to try to follow what was going on. A minute ago she was struggling trying to get this grabby caterpillar off her and the next he was upside down crying like a baby, being hold by “Cagney!” She said happy to see him until she remembered she was mad at him “Cagney!” She repeated angry and frowned at the flower.

She felt a breeze on her thighs and looked down to her exposed leg and wounds. She opened her eyes widely “You ripped off my dress!!” She pointed at Carl “y-youuu… grrabby… grabbyson… piece of sshit!” She tried to stand up, holding herself on to the fence but her legs were as if they were made of jelly and she decided to stay on her knees, making it look like it was her decision to stay there and not a lack of strength.

Cagney winced at the change in tone and he turned toward her briefly, “Hilda just…” The rest of her slurred words clicked in and he jerked back toward Carl. “You did what?”

Carl whimpered. “It was an accidental thing ya know? She was on the fence and She’s drinking and I don’t want to die please.”

“Carl! Yyou… bbastard! Can’t keep yourrr… sticky hands to yourrrrssself. Yyouu ooowe me a drrress!” she was so tired. She forced herself to look at Cagney “and yyyou owe me a crrrystal dome…” she said with a weak voice resting her head on her shoulder. She could feel her guilt tighten in her tummy, or maybe was her upset stomach warning her it was about to evacuate.

Cagney’s shoulders slumped and Carl realized very quickly that there may be something more going on between the two than just an argument. “Listen, can I leave? I won’t bother her again.”

The carnation scowled but realized beating the hell out of the caterpillar wasn’t going to do anyone any good. Well, it would make him feel better, but judging by how unsteady Hilda was, that probably wasn’t the way to go.

He gradually set the caterpillar on the ground but did not release his grip. “Apologize to her,” he warned.

Carl looked at the semi conscious woman. “I’m really really sorry.”

“And give her whatever coin you have so she can get a new dress.”

“Wh-what? That doesn’t-” a look from the flower made him realize it was either his life or his coins and Carl quickly dropped what coins he had in front of Hilda.

Hilda stared smiling at the caterpillar leaving coins in front of her. “Yyyeah, yyou pay for my dress yyou… worm… looking thing” She couldn’t think of anything better.

Cagney smiled. “Great, now time to get the hell out of here.” And with that, he chucked the caterpillar into the next meadow. His attention turned to Hilda and his brows furrowed. “Hey, you okay?”

She broke in laughter when Cagney got rid of him. Looks like caterpillars fly after all. She stopped laughing at the sound of the flower’s voice and shrugged a bit frightened avoiding visual contact. This… wasn’t going to be as fun as she thought, but it was definitely worth it if it was just to hear his old friend, or ex-friend, talking to her again.

She opened her mouth to say how sorry she was for doubting him, that she overreacted and was really shitty of her to kick him out of his own surprise birthday party, that she didn’t wanted to loose him and that she will keep coming every night to his field with strangers until he forgives her.

Unfortunately, a small vomit came out instead of words.

Cagney watched Hilda throw up and winced. That didn’t look comfortable. He neared her carefully. “Can you get home okay?”

Why did he ask that? There was no way in hell she was going to be good to walk or fly anywhere. He looked her over. That is a nice dress. Well, was. There were tears all over it. He glanced at her legs and did a double take.

That was a pretty significant looking scratch right there. He hovered a little closer, trying to get a better look without coming off as a creep.

Hilda felt so embarrassed. She wanted HIM to be the one in this state of weakness, not her! She nodded at him and after taking deep breath tried to stand up again revealing more of her shivering legs and scratches. “I'mmm ffine… jusst… the tequila sshot… was a baaad idea”. She fell on her knees again. “Damn it.”

“Huh,” Cagney was only half listening at this point. He caught a better glimpse of her legs and realized those were some scratches alright. It looked like there was something else there. Something actually in the skin.

He realized he had been staring and quickly looked away. He was mad and worried. And happy. On the one hand, he said he’d never see her again and was angry about failing that. But on the other hand, he wanted nothing more than to sweep her off her feet and hug her as tight as he could.

She still didn’t dared to look at the carnation. “Sssorry about the puke… yyou can take somme of Carl’s coins and…” she started giggling “hire ssomeone to … clean it, hahaha, Carl. Caaaarrrllll” she started laughing now. “It sounds like a last second made up nname. Like… I imagine his parents, hholding the bbaby, and realising they haven’t chossse a nnname… so they look around and their like, like 'Chhhhaaaiir? Hm… Cloossseeet?’ Until, hahahaha, until they look through the window and hahaha and they see a car! And and they’re like 'Caaaarr? ’ and the added the L to make it sound like a name! Hahahaha caaaarrrllll hahaha! ”

She laughed so hard, her bruised body started hurting “Oh! Haha! Ouch! Haha! Shit, that hurts, hahaha” she tried to stop laughing and softly caressed her ribs.

Cagney really really really wanted to start laughing and hugging her. But the memory of her turning into Tauros and threatening to gouge his eyes out was still pretty fresh so he held back.

Still, she didn’t normally hurt when she laughed. “What hurts?” He asked, trying to keep his tone neutral.

Hilda manage to control her laughter as the pain became stronger “Well you should know!” She coughed a little regaining the anger that drove her to this situation in the first place. “I’m gonna be shitting thorns for a while…” she closed her eyes trying to rest a little. Well, her plan kinda worked, she got his attention… But what now?

“Thorns? What are you talking about?” He asked before realization hit him. He had nearly crushed her just 24 hours ago in his spiky coils. “Oh shit,” he must have stabbed her a bit. Had he left thorns? He looked at her legs again. He had to be sure about that though.

“Lie down and spread your legs,” he instructed. The words were already out of his mouth before he could stop himself.

Hilda started to spread her legs when her brain finally managed to process what she just heard. She opened her eyes in surprise and closed her legs tightly “Thafuckyoujustsaid?!” She managed to yell looking at him with regained vigor.

Cagney waved his leafy hands on her. “No, no, that’s not what I meant! I was just gonna-oh shit. That came out really bad.” He pulled his petals.

Hilda was hurt. He needed to do something about that.He quickly plucked some leaves from two plants and tucked them away before approaching the woman again. “I’m going to take you home, okay?”

Her sudden movement made her head spin and she could feel gravity pulling on her making her fall on her side with a little ripping noise. “Oh for fucksssake! Nnow I know why it was ssucha bargain” her voice got weaker at the end. “Just… let mmme… rest… here….” This position was actually very comfortable, plus laying on grass, with the smell of rain and Cagney… this was a pretty good way to pass out.

“No, no don’t-oh dammit, Hilda,” Cagney swore as the woman passed out on the grass. He stared at her for a minute before looking toward her home. Uphill. Uggghhh

He uprooted himself and scooped the woman up as carefully as he could before walking back to her home. She smelled nice, well besides the liquor, but she smelled of Hilda and rain and that was always a nice combination.

He walked by Isabella and Mina’s home and was secretly glad the little girl was probably asleep. Last thing she needed to see was a flower carrying off unconscious women into the darkness. That would be a bit harder to explain.

He trudged his way up to her door and adjusted her so that he pressed her head against his chest, his other arm reaching along the stone wall until he found the fake brick and pulled it out, revealing a spare key to her home. Hilda was a smart girl and as far as he knew only a few people knew where that key was and it was only to be used in an emergency. Well this was technically one, even if it would lead to him getting murdered in the morning.

Cagney placed her on her bed and hesitated before pulling one of her legs out. Yes. Thorns. He had thorned her. He carefully started to pluck them out, trying to be as gentle as he could as she winced. With each pull, he quickly placed lavender and aloe over each spot.

He hesitated once more. She was probably punctured underneath the dress too.

Hilda twitched occasionally at the feeling of the thorns being pulled and tightened her thighs. She put a hand on her sore ribs and winced in pain.

Cagney saw her hand on her ribs and swore. He grabbed one of her blankets and very very very carefully removed her dress, being extra cautious not to look at anything he hadn’t seen before.

He covered her breasts with the blanket and spotted the few thorns in her ribs and plucked those out quickly, pressing the leaves to them. He let a hand wander up her chest to feel for more only to nearly touch her breast.

He could feel himself heat up and quickly finished up before she could open her eyes. He clumsily slipped on a dry night gown over her naked body and sighed in relief.

He should leave soon. Maybe get a good night’s sleep before she killed him tomorrow. He wrapped her up in the blanket and looked at her sadly.

“I’m sorry, Hilda. I really like you. And I’m so sorry.” Better not risk death by tornado though and he left her room. He bailed as quickly as he could out the front door, replacing the key and stone before burrowing back home.

He wondered how long he would be allowed to live tomorrow morning.

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CHAPTER 01, CHAPTER 02, CHAPTER 03, CHAPTER 04, CHAPTER 05, CHAPTER 06, CHAPTER 07, CHAPTER 08, CHAPTER 09, CHAPTER 10; CHAPTER 11 (You’re here)

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Online project | #05 Roef Gerbang & 108

Round #05

Roef Gerbang : RG

Guido Bisagni : 108

Their conversation will be presented in ways like chat record of social network

RG: Hi! Mr.Guido.My name is Cheung. I’m Meiko’s friend, so nice to meet you! Meiko said we could can make this conversation together, so where can we start? oh, by the way, I’m a skateboarder as well!

108: Hey Cheung! How are you? Nice to meet you! I was a skateboarder! now I have 42 years old, I still have my skateboards, but it's better if I walk or I use bike :)

If you want we can start with something about skateboarding and art/stuff related to it! Like when and why you started to skate or something like that! I'm always super interested about it

RG: Yes,Mr Guido！let‘s start talk to Sk8，good choice！By the way, I’will be 39 years old till June this year！So in fact I‘m not young neither！But I still skate 2 or 3times per week，sometime 4. So I think Sk8 is good for healthy, keep ur legs strong…I mean it can also keep you feel young，I feel like I’m sort of old monster try to grab the youth power in my hand！and that's why I keep skating.. I told Meiko：“thank you for introducing a Sk8 homie in Italy！I started to go skateboarding since 2016，at that time I worked as a illustrator in Ad company，one day a project which needed to look for some reference about surf，I thought surfing is cool，but I’m not living by the sea，then I noticed skateboard…I was just wanna a board that can cursing around，but when I step on it，I addicted into it，riding stuff can‘t satisfied me anymore，then Ollie，bs/fs 180，shuvit……and my Sk8 journey turn on?How about yours？

108：(Hey, sorry yesterday I uploaded too many stories and message section went out of control)

Heheh, nice to hear that I'm not "so old" so! Anyway, the past year I met two times my old friends, we went to visit a very nice place just out from our city called Skatefarm, it's like a DIY skatepak made by great skaters. Anyway, I'm not able to skate on a skatepark and I age made me very scared about it. I was a skater mainly in the 90's and we had just the street. I started to skate around 1990 with a plastic toy skatebord of my sister than I met new people. Some of them are still some of my best friends, It was not just about learning tricks, it was a weird way of life, I spent every day of my life on a supermarket parking for many years! Crazy, after the boom in the 80's during the early 90's skateboards became very underground and crazy, we dressed xxxl all the times and we were real misfits. For sure skateboard was one of the most important thing in my life, it changed everything.We were all coming from a low/mid class and it gave us the possibility to came out from our small city situation, through it I discovered all that kind of music I still like, graffiti, art, I became a vegetarian because I red a interview with Ed Templeton when I was 17 and still I'm, so for sure, skateboarding is part of me.

Old photo from 108, the parking of supermarket, with his skate crew in 1992 in his spot in the city of Alessandria, Italy.

Old photo from 108, the parking of supermarket, with his skate crew in 1993 in his spot in the city of Alessandria, Italy.

This photo is me in 1993 ? - So, I'm curious: for me skateboard was very important to know art and new kinds of culture: punk, graffiti, and than arts, video making and stuff! You came to skateboard through illustration is that right? It was a different process, let me know about that!

RG: Oh my god... ...the 90's ! The golden and glory 90's ! Mr Guido you’re the true legend ! Meiko told me before that you have been skated for very lonnnng time ! And so do you ! I really wish you can go skateboarding again in future even if only on flat ground ! I really admire that you can have awesome relationships with your guys in 90's ! Nowadays skaters in china , especially the Z generation don't connect with each other oftenly. Most of the time kids just put on ear phone and skate on their own . I do have a little friends who can skate together sometimes , but most of the time , I skate alone . But that's ok , I just yearn for the 90's and 90's people , that's all look at your photos seems like you can do flip trick... ... I still learning , to land my first Kickflip is so damn difficult..

“See Saw” illustration by Roef Gerbang

Yeah, but actually I came to Sk8 through my last job , since then on I do put lots of illustration into it . And it is also my goal in future... I still need to make more skateboard art that can allow me to cooperate with skateboarding brands .

I also want to make skateboarding film , this art form can also let me use my art to do something with it , I’m working my first skateboarding film in process , it’s cost me nearly 2 years...

“Traffic Jam” illustration by Roef Gerbang

“Chazslater” illustration by Roef Gerbang

“Sad skater” illustration by Roef Gerbang

“Cicollins no comply party” illustration by Roef Gerbang

“Catch” illustration by Roef Gerbang

“Lawson 2：00 am” illustration by Roef Gerbang

Hope my film can come out this year . last year I was planed it when I finish the film maybe take it to some skateboarding film festival but cause of coronavirus spreading to all over the world , now I don't know whether there's any skateboarding film festival will open this year?

I’m confusing now that should I save the film to next year when the world become normally and take it to festival ? or I just put it on internet this year...damn, so hard to decide!

Roef Gerbang’s first skateboard

Doodle on first board…

Roef Gerbang’s first shoes for skate

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This is when Cheung studied ollie，it torture a long time, and now still torturing he, so sometime he call himself ‘ “Ollie Patient”

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And this is now，Cheung can only do some spin trick and basic rail/box trick

I make comic , cartoon and figural art a lot...sometimes I make animation as well, I think i don't have a abstract thinking brain，lol?

"Three Posture People" Acrylic, Wall Post 2019

I can only feel what I see and transfer them into my art style...I found sometimes when I feel extremely tired while I still working in front of computer...my eyes already closed at that time…but my mouse still working on photoshop...and I will suddenly wake up and saw a abstract image…

“Bear man” series product by Roef Gerbang

I 'm very curious about your art , when you working on them what are you thinking?

And what lead you through all that pictures till finished ? Instinct ? or the result of practice yourself so many years?I really like this your work (the photo below) because they are looks like butterflies, very beautiful…but the rest of them are too abstract to me? I can only figure out they‘re shapes with texture…but still look fun and mystery！

KU2 large pattern, by 108

I like this one… the patten line into a rule looks so coool！If it can be designed for shirts or trousers must be nice！Looks very high-class!

108: Wow, you are very good to skate! I'm not able to do anything anymore! hahaha, After 10 minutes my back is broken! I was able to do some filp tricks 20 years ago, I started during the "flat" times, so we were making a trick very low. The biggest problem is that in 97 I broke my wrist, and I went to the hospital after 3 months, hahah so, it's still broken. Sometimes it cause a lot of problems I can't do some kind of sports, I need the stick when I paint huge walls. I'm very very scared about it, if I fall on it I have to stop to work for months and I can't work. Anyway, I'm thinking about buying some bigger and softer wheels to ride a bit sometimes, we'll see! Here we are all inside home too.

CORPOPARASSOTA Photography series by 108

Maurilio Arcivescovo by 108, 2012

About your questions

1) I 'm very curious about your art , when you working on them what are you thinking about ?

It's not easy to reply: I think about too many things, the core of my research is the form. I like forms, everywhere, in nature, old primitive art, design, everywhere. I love textures, colors, but mainly it's about forms and lines. there two parts: irrational/irrational, planned, random, geometrical/organic... I try to find a balance or a total contrast on the two parts.

Large wall painted by 108 in Brescia, Italy, 2019

The work of 108 at Bunker, Turin, Italy, 2013

The work of 108 at Barcelona, Spain, 2014

The work of 108 at Brooklyn area, New York, America

2) And what lead you through all that pictures till finished ? Instinct ? or the result of practice yourself so many years ?

Some works, usually canvases are made with a first sketch, than I start to work and I change it, I don't like to plan, process is important as the final product. Other works, for example the black and white lines/patterns on paper or sometimes on walls, are more like a meditation. I decide some rules and than I follow those rules, trying not to think about anything, just focus on the process. I got a lot of inspiration from eastern art and philosophy, both aesthetically and conceptually. In fact I really like the connection between west and east, not just in art.

The work of 108 at Saint Petersburg, Russia, 2017

The wall of 108 with nuns at Buenos Aires, Argentine.

Every year I buy the annual subscription for the museums in my region, I go maybe 7-8 times in a year to see the Eastern art museum in Torino (MAO) I'm crazy for it, there is a big Chinese section, I need to search pics and I'll show you some my favorite objects!

Some of 108 favorite art works at the art museum in Turin (MAO)

So, skateboard is something that came from US basically, now it's a global thing, but for me too it was something exotic. What inspire you, I mean do you find inspiration inside Chinese culture too? how do you mix the two things?

RG: Sorry, Mr Guido！Reply lately…I was thinking about how to answer your question better…

Oh my god, not realize that you have been injured so badly..:(

My wrist and ankle have problems too，and I also don‘t jump stairs for years…flat ground and stage are better for me, hahaha....

For the question: to find inspiration inside Chinese culture too？

Yes, of course I am. I do inspired by Chinese culture , especially from traditional Chinese painting...the ancients they had have rich technique of expression : the line can be separated into many forms, such as dry , wet , heavy , light and so on and colors as well , for example , if you wanna painting a pine tree ,before you painting the pine needle you should paint a color first , then before the color dry , you draw line on that color can make the two parts mixed well..

“The leader“ illustration by Roef Gerbang

I also learn how to compose and leave “white space”？or should I say“blank space”（don‘t know the description right or wrong，but in Chinese called“留白”）from Chinese traditional painting，and really help me a lot, I pay more attention on form too，learn lots of things from not only Chinese traditional painting but old asian art.

I study how to control the line‘s rhythm, draw a line when going fast or slow down；how to make your art looks more interesting, more art sense will always be the lessons.

“Crow perched on willow tree in spring” , by Zhu Da (八大山人), Qing Dynasty

This work from famous painter of Ming Dynasty named：Zhu Da, aka. 八大山人(Ba Da Shan Ren）You can find that he got very special style to paint birds and another animals，and his art is too much different from other ancient Chinese artists

Look at these three unique tigers

“Bee and tiger” painted by Hua Yan（1682-1756）

“Bee and tiger” this image is the detail of the painting, usually people can‘t see that bee，actually it’s on the right corner when you see the whole picture, and the tiger is not aggressive as usual, scared, the ears also fell down，bend the tail, afraid of bee‘s sting...

Old Korean painting，unknown artist

Painted by Yanagisawa Kien (柳泽建) Japanese painter, Edo period, 18 century

I found these art works they always pursue some kinds of weird feel，not only copy the truth but more expressive force.

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"After Party" acrylic, abandoned old skateboard, 2019

And this is also my goal, like I say more expression, more art scene. You noticed irrational, random, plan…I’m agree with you, I also like the process more than result, painting is more like adventure, like fishing, I like the view on the road more than arrival, enjoy more the fish bite the bait than cook them.

Comic Exhibition, painting by Roef Gerbang, Hamburg, Germany 2018

"Stranger" watercolor on paper, by Roef Gerbang, 2014

Yanshu book 48-hour comic production project, “Deja Vu” 2015

"Some like it blue" Hong Kong 62 Independent Cartoonists Group Exhibition 2016

I like simple technique to describe a thing，but interesting，that‘s what I learn from the ancient artists，oh，nearly forgot，many outsider art teach me a lot as well

So let me ask one last question for you Mr Guido：how do you think about storytelling and abstract art relationship？Do you think is there any possibility to make storyline into abstract art？

"Bs tailslide ignition" , acrylic on paper, 2017

So glad to talking with you, I‘m really enjoy the sk8 and art topic！Hope we can meet each other after coronavirus！maybe in future I‘m looking forward to that day，wish you keep pushing and have a long artistic life，Ciao！

The "Puzzle" short story is included in the "GAME" comic compilation, published by Wild Things Press

108：Ciao Cheung! ￰ Thanks a lot for it, Chao is fine to me!!! And sorry for my late reply too!

I can say ni hao, it sounds not so different, but I'm not able to write it in chinese :(

Thanks a lot for your reply, for the artists and for the pics those tigers looks so "modern"! I'm very familiar with japanese art and culture, here, expecially my generation, we grew up with japanese cartoons on tv, manga, than music and stuff... I know that large part of japanese culture has roots in chinese culture, like zen buddhism or calligraphy, but for years it was very hard to be in contact with it., so I'm always trying to find out more about it and to understand it.

So..about your question: "Let me ask one last question for you Mr Guido：how do you think about storytelling and abstract art relationship？Do you think is there any possibility to make storyline into abstract art?"

First of all, I need to explain that I don't like labels. I mean, of course I use the word "abstract" to explain quickly what I usually do, but labels describes borders. I think in 2020 we have the possibility to explore many kinds of visual arts, many different medias... so yes, I think it's possible to tell stories with "abstract art".

"Sogno Lucido" by 108, 2019

"The key" by 108, 2019

"Blue" by 108

"the entrance of the dream" by 108

"La Casa Park" by 108, 2019

Tele exhibition in New York, La Casa Park.art, 2019

The work of 108 in the Milan Triennale 2008, Italy

Ceramic installation by 108

Figurations, clay, by 108

Complete figurations, by 108

Installation Museum of the incomprehensible Antonio Colombo 2019 Milan, Italy

I mean usually yes, my work is visually abstract but I love to put a lot of things in what I do. First of all I think that all my pieces are connected and there a lot of things inside them. Cinema (or video) is a very complete for of art: you have the image, a story, the sound... with pictures you have to put everything on a single image.

Trollhattan Sweden 2016

Saeio catanzaro, by 108

Solo exhibition of 108 in Lyon, France, 2020

Archaeological Museum books above, book made by 108, Palermo, Italy, 2019

But there is more: I work also with sounds for example and sometimes I made some videos, but what fascinates me the most about any kind of art, is when it gives you a lot (ideas, feelings) but it don't gives you everything. I need some un explained parts, some shadows where I can enter and I start to imagine and to build my own world. What I like about some "not figurative" art is this kind of mystery inside it. But it can be also a movie or a photo or a landscape or anything else! I hope you understand what I mean.

"24 Tapes" series, made of 108

Exr in Seoul, wall painted by 108, 2016

So, do you think is this enough? I'll search for some pictures to add to the text! 谢谢 Mr.Cheung! It was a real pleasure to talk with you! I hope, if the virus will let us travel again, to visit China in the next years finally and of course if you are around northern Italy I will be happy to meet you! Let’s keep in touch on Instagram!

Painting on Etna Vulcano, 108

RG: Mr Guido. Those characters you showed me that from MAO are the Tomb Beast…？？In Chinese called“镇墓兽”. They‘re the guardians of tomb. In Chinese culture，people think that when people died（their soul）go to the other side of the world，there’re countless ghosts，evil spirits will harm the soul. So the guardians (have human’s face，beast‘s body) they can protect the soul stay away from the demon, and keep them safety.

108: Yes exactly! There are many of them! Amazing, they looks so modern and I like so much these kind of stories.

RG: Mr Guido, I think about our last talk “labels describes borders” couple of days ago…and it make me sense，like，portrait painting，still-life painting with very realistic technique will boring for me, it’s lack of imagination, but in the other way, if the portrait, landscape painting with simple and refining technique can make me watch for a long time. it‘s super cool tho..

So in fact I’m the guy just like you who searching for the shadows as well..:)

108: I understand very well! I love portraits, landscapes and still lifes too. But I enjoy when you can find something interesting on the way they are made. I like eastern art and modern art because usually feelings are more important than hyper realistic technique.

RG: Yes, painting should involve not only technology but also emotion.

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108 (1978, Alessandria, Italy) he lives and works between Alessandria and Milan. Among the major exponents of post-graffiti in Italy, he began his artistic research with an approach to traditional graffiti. At the end of the nineties, after moving to Milan in 1997 and graduating in industrial design from the Politecnico Milan, his stylistic figure evolved formally and conceptually, so much so that he became one of the first artists to use numbers and not letters to sign his own. works.

His abstract forms and mysterious figures begin to appear in the abandoned spaces of the streets of Milan, Berlin, London, New York and Paris. Not limiting his production, in addition to Muralism he also ventures with sculptures, sounds, paintings and installations in dozens of personal and collective exhibitions. Among the main ones are participation in 2007 at the Venice Biennale with the Walls Inside project.

Roerf Gerbang a native of Chengdu, China, now lives and works in Shanghai and he is currently UID SH Senior Illustrator.

A person who is a neighbor to art and skateboarding, usually like play skateboarding and painting, he love good stories, good weather, good coffee, and good wine.

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