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deadpuppetboi · 7 months

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Goretober Day 7: Twist

The flames licked the taxi cab upon collision, forcing both driver and passenger forward, just their seatbelts keeping them from crashing through the window.

As the passenger coughed, the driver slumped down, fully limp, and his head bowed unnaturally. The fire seemed to creep through the seams, with smoke billowing into the passenger's cabin, causing him to struggle. He didn't seem to comprehend how much pain he was in because the shock of the impact compelled him to move on instinctively. He yanked on the driver's shoulder as if trying to shake him awake from his stupor.

The driver's rubbish face was covered in broken glass, his slack look unaltered as the flames flared and caught on his clothes. while he tore through his seatbelt, the passenger began to scream, pleading with the driver to move while he eagerly searched for one object that may assist. The passenger coughed heavily as the smoke clouded his vision, his eyes watering as his hands fumbled to find that one object as the flames increased.

He eventually rolled over to gaze out the broken glass, recognizing that he had dropped it when the taxi crashed. He pushed the damaged door aside, inhaling fresh air as he stepped out and began to run. He jumped from his seat after the door was shoved open enough for him to exit, only to scream when he landed on the ground below. His right ankle crumbled beneath his weight, breaking out of place as he attempted to run.

He clutched his wound, sobbing in agony as he examined it. He held his breath, gulping down the bile accumulating at the back of his throat to keep from vomiting. As the driver burned, the passenger limped on, preferring to crawl over to the thing as quickly as he could.

As he crawled, more areas of his body began to ache.

Aside from his foot, his lungs ached with each breath he drew, his arms jerked from the broken glass lodged in his skin, and his face burned from previously being too close to the fire. Nonetheless, he crawled, desperately seeking not only to escape the raging flames, but also to obtain the object.

The small child lifted himself up to sit on the ground after grabbing it. Despite his discomfort, he directed the controller at the car and pressed a few buttons.

“Dad!”

A burst of white exploded from the car, broken objects flew with extraordinary force, and the child fell back, collapsing over himself as he dropped the controller in his grasp. He was by his side, his ears ringing and his eyes burning from the blast. Blinking away the brightness, he covered his eyes with his hands, sobbing in pain as he sought to restore his eyesight. He stroked them furiously, feeling the warmth of the fire beside him, and looked over to see what had happened.

One eye was closed, overflowing with pain, while the other was wide open, iris small and shaking as he observed the carnage before him.

The car—the taxi—his dad’s taxi.

It exploded.

The child stared in surprise, one eye fully closed while the other bled profusely. He just sat there, futilely watching the flames consume his father's taxi, his father's corpse burning within it. He could smell the burning rotting flesh, and although he was used to the scent, it had reached a new low with the flames.

He began to heave, his throat swelling as he began to shake, his brain exploding with pain from the nausea. The child threw up, and portions of the food he had eaten hours before fell right out of his mouth. His throat stung as the sour taste of his vomit washed over him.

As he neared the end, he began to cry, his vision clouded by tears. His chest heaved violently as hiccups tortured his body, his scorching lungs burning him from within as he continued to cry. As he came to a revelation, his mind was overrun with dark thoughts, dreadful thoughts, and terrifying thoughts.

He had lost the contest.

His only mode of transportation, the car owned by his father, had been entirely destroyed. And it was all because he made the incorrect move, a too-quick turn, his fingers fumbling with the controls as a missile was about to strike him and his father. The taxi collided with the side of a flaming building, piercing the reinforced wall and revealing the elements that had produced the damage he was witnessing.

He raised his hands and began to hit his head as he wept. As he screamed louder and longer, he pulled at his hair, thoroughly tearing his scalp. He cursed himself and his stupidity, his naivety in thinking he could win this contest, or even wish he could ever see his father walk and talk again.

All because he made the wrong turn.

He hadn't bothered to check behind him as he heard the distorted music resounding throughout the now-destroyed town.

He sniffed out the snot that had dripped down his upper lip, tears streaming down his cheeks as he heard the familiar sound of tires rolling across the gravel ground. He chose to look at the flames instead, slowly hugging himself as the sound of rolling tires ceased and a heavy door was opened. He began to shiver as big boots approached him, the gravel beneath parting with each hard stride.

His small hands seized his father's jacket and yanked it around him as if it were a protective barrier.

A tall and wide figure stepped beside him in his peripheral view. He recognized the man but made no attempt to look at him, preferring to focus on the flames. He couldn't speak, either because of the dreadful taste of his vomit or because he was afraid of the man next him. But he did know that here was the site where he would die.

The sound of metal and plastic being crushed caused the toddler to suddenly recoil, and he twisted his head to look at the source.

His gaze was drawn to a bloodied brown boot resting on top of his controller, crushing what remained of what he used to control his father. He moved his gaze up to the individual's pants, observing several blood splotches among the pink polka dots on the white fabric. A brown harness was fastened to the man's chest, wrapping around his body and holding his pants up.

The child then looked up at the man’s face.

A white and red-nosed visage returned the child's gaze, his head decked with the scorching fires of Hell itself. A wide grin stretched from cheek to cheek, and two puffs of orange hair emerged from the sides of the filthy mask. Only one red-eyed peered deep into the child's soul, the other broken and hidden beneath an eye patch engraved into the mask.

The man said nothing as well as the boy.

They just stared at each other in complete quiet, letting the sounds of the flames destroying the taxi fill in the gaps.

The child then noticed the man's gloved hands without the characteristic bloodied knife he typically carried. He returned his gaze to the flames, his gaze detecting the form of his father's corpse burning from within his taxi. If he looked closely, he could see the bandage he had placed over his bullet wound burn away like paper.

"Just make it quick," the boy pleaded, tears streaming down his cheeks.

He had already accepted his fate, though he would have accepted death at the hands of any other contestant.

For instance, the man that had killed his father? The one that drives that station wagon on the tank? Warthog, was it?

Yeah, he’d rather be killed by him.

The boy wouldn't mind being killed by a bullet, a knife, or his own hands; it would be immensely better than this.

He held his breath when he heard the gravel shift, and when he sensed the man's presence approaching, he closed his eye tightly. He silently prayed, hoping that he would be at the Golden Gates with his father to welcome him. If not, he hoped the flames wouldn't be as painful as he had anticipated.

What he didn't expect was for two powerful arms to stretch out, wrap around his small body, and encircle him in a distant embrace.

In disbelief, the child opened his eye and looked across at his older brother, wondering if this was a cruel trick or a sincere attempt to be as consoling as possible. Blinded by the flames on top of his head, the child ran his slender arms carefully over the man's chest, guiding himself with his sense of touch. He could feel one arm wrap around his back and the other on his head, the gloved hand holding him in place as best he could.

New tears streamed down the boy's cheeks as he buried himself in his brother's grip as the seconds passed. His mind raced with the possibilities of what any of this could mean, but it was the naive side of him that opted to speak out loud.

"Marcus," he wept, his grip tightening, "why did you leave us?" Why did you leave me?"

Had his brother come to his senses?

Had he resisted the darkest parts of his mind?

Had he realized his murderous rampage was all for nothing?

Had he realized his bloodlust had not only hurt innocent lives but destroyed the reputation of his own flesh and blood?

The child appeared to believe so, allowing his questions to overwhelm him as he felt the man's hands begin to move. Before he knew it, black-gloved hands had grasped his little head, forcing him to return to the man's genuine face. His one red eye locked onto the boy's blue eye, and they merely gazed at one other while his grip tightened.

The boy soon began to appear afraid, his concerns becoming a reality as his hands grasped onto his brother's, weakly attempting to peel them off. But his efforts were ineffective, his migraine intensifying as the clown closed in on him, as if to crush his head with brutal force.

"Marcus," the boy began to scream, "Marcus don-"

His head wrenched to the side, his neck twisting awkwardly as the sound of his bones breaking on impact. Immediately, the boy's body became limp in the clown's grasp, and his previously terrified expression turned slack, a poor replica of what he had felt earlier.

Sweet Tooth abruptly stood up and began to walk over to his ice cream truck, cradling the boy's limp corpse in his strong arms.

He proceeded towards the back, one hand opening the huge doors and the other arm holding the body close. He jumped in and sought for the freezer, unlocking it with a hatch and carefully placing the body inside. The head of their mother lay next to the numerous plastic tubs of ice cream, her face frozen in fright the instant he plunged the blade into her heart. He moved his younger brother's unruly hair away from his face, studying him for a minute longer before directing him to a certain tub of ice cream.

Vanilla; his favorite.

He then stepped back, locked the hatch, and walked back outside to check the damage to his father's cab.

If he's lucky, he'll be able to save his head before it entirely burns away.

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healerelowen · 6 months

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Thoughts go round and around

So for a wee bit of context, I am a massive believer in the ‘Dredger being the eldest out of all of the bots in the factory, P03 included’ headcanon. So if you don’t that’s totally fine :)

But, this headcannon in particular leads me to believe that a lot of P03’s (see, G0lly’s) early Scrybe hood is the Dredger mostly fussing over him and making sure that it’s taking care of itself. But since we know that G0lly likely came first, it becomes more of a familial father-daughter relationship. Everything is fine at first, the new Scrybe is adjusting quickly and makes the game so much more enjoyable and exciting. The factory workers seem to enjoy this as well, seeing how friendly and upbeat the young bot is. And of course, the often visits made by the Scrybe to the Dredger, someone who was an influential figure of stability in the early days of the Scrybe of Technology.

But overtime, the data within the game became more and more corrupt. The Scrybes were becoming more and more hostile towards each other, much more irritable than they had been. The young Scrybe was no exception, and likely took it the worst. During this time, there was nothing the Dredger could do but watch as the once cheery Scrybe who he had considered a daughter, turn into an arrogant shell of what once was. The Scrybe doesn’t visit very often anymore, in fact it hardly even seems to acknowledge the Dredger and his effort’s anymore. Not like it used to.

In the frigid depths of the factory, alone and rusted, the Dredger plunges the metal claw for scraps aimlessly, hoping that the bot who now is P03 will somehow remember what used to be. The days they both spent on the metal floor, just chatting about each other’s day. Every time the young bot would beep with joy whenever they caught sight of a fish leaping out of the water. How excited the Scrybe seemed to be whenever an interesting piece of scrap was fished out of the ocean, ranting about what it could be made into.

As silly as the notion is, the Dredger can’t help but faintly hope that one day, things will go back to normal. That he will be able to see the Scrybe that he first saw. But the one on top, inside the card printing room, that is not his son. That is someone who, like many others, was corrupted by the horrific data plaguing the world. And one of those people was unfortunately the Scrybe of Technology, his own daughter.

The one thing, the only thing that could possibly change everything for the better, is for the Scrybe to at least find a way to bring his little girl back. The one thing in his life that gave him a reason to smile. Something that he loved, and he knew loved him back.

Anything, to see his joyful little G0lly.

#I literally cried making this #It just makes me so sad ;-;#but I’ve also been a bit sick and emotional lately so it could also be a factor here #but anyways yay angst #inscryption #inscryption dredger #inscryption g0lly #inscryption p03 #healer elowen

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puppyeared · 4 months

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these two are so interesting to me

characters belong to @canisalbus

#clenches fists. im so sosososo normal about them. i think about them a normal amount (lying)#actually the 2nd image is based on some sort of anime couple pose template(?????) that i saw a while back and wanted to draw them in it #but i swear to god i CANNOT FUCKING FIND IT. i was literally knee deep in yuri and yaoi fanart for hours trying to find that god damn photo #but i dont even know who the characters were and pinterest just shows me bakugou and deku making out sloppy style whenever i try #so i gave up an tried drawing it from memory and cried the whole time. i hate anatomy.. but they look so happy so its fine #god whenever i see Lore or sweet little tidbits for these two i want to tear into something with my teeth and throw something /pos #i genuinely want to study these gay little renaissance dogs under a microscope #what fucks me up is the fact that we all know it ends horribly but u cant help loving them anyway.. they are so. incoherent hand gestures #my art #myart #others ocs #vasco #machete #vaschete #furry art #fur #anthro

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lotus-pear · 9 months

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regret

#literally excuse the shitty anatomy and cell shading i was thinking abt chuuyas reaction to what he'd done and i decided to make it skk #bc skk copium :')#the way i've hated dazai so fucking much but i still cried like a bitch when he died #he's not dead the bsd fandom has this phase like the elevator chapter where we're like ''dazai's not gonna make it he's done for!!''#and then he comes back next chapter like surprise bitches yall thought i was dead lmao #this chapter fucking HURT for skk shippers tho like we rly lost this time around huh #deluding myself into thinking that chuuya used gravity manipulation to slow the bullet #bc we didn't see a bullet hole behind dazais head like when chuuya shot his shoulder even though the bullet to his skull was fired at close #the reason theres a wound is bc the compressed air that was still fired was enough to wound him #and the shock wave that followed caused him to pass out bc of the sudden tension to his head intermingled with the blood loss and poison #we also know dazai can control his heart rate at will so maybe he can drop his pulse to zero for like thirty secs #enough to make fyodor believe he's dead #in the event that all of this is untrue and dazai rly does die the way my entire being will go numb and cold and dead #knowing that fyodor will most likely use dazai's death as a weapon against chuuya effectively chaining him to his side #like bffr chuuya may dislike dazai but that's his partner his reflection the boy that makes him desperately want to be human #dazai is the embodiment of chuuyas humanity and once chuuya loses that tether to his human side he will snap and the facade will shatter #and we will truly see chuuya unhinged with nothing more keeping him bound to his mortal shell #this wasn't the skk reunion we wanted asigiri what the fuck :(#bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd #nakahara chuuya #chuuya nakahara #osamu dazai #dazai osamu #skk #soukoku #lotus draws

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easyaesthetics · 5 months

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The ship of all time

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freckleslikestars · 10 months

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Gillian Anderson as Dana Scully in every episode of The X Files

#the x files #dana scully #gillian anderson #txf #x files #do you love the colour of dana scully?#it's done! and I only cried nine times whilst making it!#my laptop is literally wheezing right now #as am i - i should probably take my inhaler actually #but its done its done im so happy its done #this might just be my magnum opus #is it good? no. did it take literally everything out of me? 100%#GA gifs #my gifs #xf gifs

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drawnfamiliarfaces · 20 days

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Hello! I saw that you had a human design for the Tengu, and I wanted to ask: got any hcs for our bird demon as human? Or just hcs in general, wither will work

Hey! Bro- you won't believe it, but i literally was thinking about Humanized Tengu (for uh- reasons) when I opened tumblr just to see this ask, like deadass??? ad;kjdfdfsa Clearly it was a sign!

But I don't have that many hc about him tbh?? He was a very spontaneous creation for that day, so like here have just some basic info:

the original design i did for ninjavember is kind of how Tengu looked at the prime of his powers in human form, when it/he faced First Ninja.

He is very unnaturally tall, has bone white (practically ashen) skin, with the end of his limbs being dark grey (like literal ash/burned). His body is covered in blue markings like tattoos (very inspired by Law from One Piece haha) and his hair is a mix of feathers and fur-like hair (like birds). He is usually dressed in rich clothes, with his wings acting like sort of cape.

He likes to smoke the pipe ;) its less of actual smoking leaf and more 'energy and fire itself' type of smoking.

He is kind of an asshole, but he greatly (if reluctantly) respects First Ninja because he managed to defeat him and use his powers for his own means. He despises having his powers used by others, but he also kinda respects that it is for a noble cause.

When it comes to Ninjas who came after, he kind of feels like a dad who was forced to take care of kids he never wanted, and those kids literally suck life force out of him, lol.

And that's about all I got for now. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ But thanks for the ask i loved a chance to doodle him ;)

#que?#rc9gn #rc9gn tengu #rc9gn first ninja #listen the analogy of First contracting Tengu into an unwilling 'marriage' for noble cause and basically dumping adopted kids on him later #makes me cackle like a deranged person you dont even know #fun info his hair makes him look like a rooster and it freaks Randy out very much ;)#i actually got an absolutely dumb funny idea about his more modern design but i started laughing so hard that now i cant conceptualize it #into words or arts so. uh i dunno maybe ill post about it later tbd #i literally answered this ask the same day i got it and then i struggled to draw like fr and got distracted and shiet #man im drowning in wips <;D i cri #also i refused to aknowledge that i like to make Ninja deal with a certain type of people ok leave me and my fav tropes alone

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turtletoria · 1 year

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my favorite wordgirl character, jerma

#turtlearts #wordgirl #wg #jerma #dr two brains #steven boxleitner #ok funny story. my lockscreen is fanart of jerma right #and my mama saw it and said is this the guy you like? and i was like :D YAS ITS JERMA 985 MY FAVORITE GUY #and my mama was like oh is that the guy you draw all the time? and i was like draw all the time?? i havent really drawn jerma all that much-#WAIT. OH. OHHHH.....#my mama confused steven with jerma. i exploded #but also yeah i see the similarity so much #ive come to the conclusion that i like 1 (one) kind of white guy and theyre weird and funny guys that have a rodent motif #jerma and steven and will wood are all the same to me. sorry #jerma is the rats rats we are the rats guy. 2 brains is self explanatory. will wood has lovely pet rats.#and he sings about them. his new album even has the rat motif and i love love tomcat disposables argggghhh #oogh. i want a pet rat. lovely creatures #also why do i keep putting so much effort into what should otherwise be low effort memes???????? its driving me insane #it makes the joke unfunny and the payoff doesnt equal the amt of work that went into it!!!!!!!!! arrrrgggghhh #i literally spent so many hours on the burger one and i hate it so much. cries

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ywpd-translations · 2 months

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Ride 764: Dearest wish

Pag 1

1: The one thing the third year Onoda Sakamichi desires is....?

Pag 2

3: His dearest wish!!

4: Right!!

Pag 3

1: That's definitely Onoda's dearest wish

Pag 4

2: Do your beest

They're so fast!

They move the wind

The jerseys are so brightly colored

3: No no no no

4: That- that's not it

That's not-

Is Sohoku arguing over something!?

Pag 5

1: That- that was just the spur of the moment

I ended up just saying anything

2: That's not my dearest wish at all....

So- uhm

3: Please forget about it, everyone!!

4: No way!!

Yeah

Teh!!

Yep

Yeah

Pag 6

1: That must be our goal this year!! Our third victory in a row!!

Pag 7

1: Yessir!!

On!!

Yeah!!

2: The three day long stage is harsh and long, that's why everyone's strengths will be necessary!!

Yessir!!

3: If we can all unite our strengths and support each other as one...

4: The I'll be able to win brilliantly!! Yeah!!

Just like I did during the prefectural qualification!!

Ohhhh

Tch

Pag 8

1: I'll sprint desperately, Hotshot-san will accompany me, and I'll do a grand finishing dash, just like that day!!

Okay!! You've been saying it over and over again!!

2: You're really a guy who clings to the glory of the past

The prefectural qualification is connected to the Inter High, it's not in the past!!

You're the type of guy I hate the most when you get carried away

Naruko-san was amazing, teh!!

That day, yeah!!

Naruko-san!!

3: Sto-stop iit, you were both amazing that day

4: Come oon... we're in the middle of an important meeting

6: Now that I think about it

Onoda-san's....

7: This is all

Pag 9

1: Can I say one last thing?

2: I also think our goal must be a third consecutive victory

3: There's just one thing I'm curious about we still haven't asked

Onoda-san

5: What's your goal this year?

What are you running in the Inter High for?

6: When I asked you this last year during the first years' race

Pag 10

1: I want to report it

2: You said you wanted to report the victory to your senpai

3: And you

4: Accomplished that

5: Honestly, when I first heard that I thought “what is he talking about, that's such a small goal”

But that day, after the race, when I saw Onoda-san doing it

6: I was shaking

I thought from the bottom of my heart that it was amazing

Pag 11

1: I thought you were super cool

5: Wh- no no

That- I was just reporting, there's nothing cool about it at all, okay

Pag 12

1: So I want to know what your goal is this year

Please tell us what you're thinking about!!

2: Is it “I want to report to that senpai once again”!?

4: Crowning your third victory in a row as the captain!?

6: Is it the mountain's bib!? Is it winning a stage!?

Please tell us... your goal during the race...

7: or maybe for when the race is over!!

8: A.....

9: No no no

It's nothing- yes, it's nothing!!

Pag 13

1: Onoda's goal....

2: I see, what Onoda-kun wants to do....

3: Now that I think about it....

4: What is it!? You started saying it now, “a”!!

Is it “running as an assist”!?

5: Does it mean you don't want to bear the last heavy burden!?

No no no no, that's fine, if the situation calls for it I'll do my best

6: That's enough, Issa

7: There are things Onoda-san doesn't want to say too

No, if it can become motivation for the team then he should say it

Pag 14

1: Onoda-san's goal!!

2: But still, Issa!!

I'm telling you, anything is fine!!

Ah, uhm...

3: It's a really personal thing, so.... don't get your hopes up...

But.... that's... always been.... my dearest wish...

4: Dearest wish!!

5: If we run with all we have in this Inter High.... putting together all of our strengths and deliver our jersey to the finish line

6: If we get the best result....

Pag 15

1: No no, I really can't say more than this

3: Say it, everything's fine. I'm curious too

4: Ah.... if we get the best results.... I....

5: I want to reserve a room somewhere...

6: A room?

8: Prepare teacakes

9: Cakes!?

10: Ask for everyone's cooperation...

Pag 16

1: Gather five people

5: It's something I've been imagining.... since before... entering school in my first year.....

7: Even just for one day

8: Even just a few hours after school

Everyone will bring what they like

9: A.....

Oi.... don't tell me you mean.... you

Pag 17

1: I'm thinking of reviving the anime research club!!

Pag 18

5: No way!!

Pag 19

1: And then, there

2: I think I could call Makishima-san, who likes figures

I feel like you've misunderstood something here

3: And Midosuji-kun who likes anime

Would you be able to hold a conversation with him!?

4: Isn't that good!! The best goal!!

5: You'll gather five people in no time!!

6: Kakaka mine will be the first name you write down

7: Amazing

From England and Kyoto....!!

Pag 20

1: I don't really get it, but somehow that fired me up!!

2: That's Onoda-san's dearest wish!!

3: Ah

4: N-no, it's really nothing much, so I take it back...

Revive the anime club!!

Let's do it, for Onoda-san!!

I don't really know what an anime club does, but I'm in!!

Me too!!

5: Yeeah!!

Let's do it!!

Issa, calm down

Pag 21

2: Your goal is to “revive the anime research club even for just day”?

Oi oi, that's such a small

3: but splendid goal!!

4: You managed to unite the club's intentions as one with such bizarre words!!

5: You're really are an unpredictable guy!!

The plate will soon become green

“Real start”.... the real race will start!!

#yowamushi pedal #yowamushi pedal translations #yowapeda #yowapeda manga #yowamushi pedal manga #yowamushi pedal spoilers #ride 764 ONODA YOU LITTLE WEABOO I LOVE YOU #im so stupid bc this was to be expected OF COURSE THATS HIS DEAREST WISH #but was i expecting it while reading this chapter? honestly no #i love it this manga will go full circle and im already a mess of emotions oh my god #onoda: i want to revive the anime club!!#me: *cries*#onoda could say literally ANYTHING and the other members would absolutely lose it #they get fired up for anything thats onoda-related #they dont even know what an anime club is but theyre excited!! as long as thats what makes onoda happy!!#kaburagi is annoying as usual (affectionate) but at least he got the right spirit saghsdfkasdgf #onoda wanting to invite makishima and midosuji too ahsdsadgad i cant see it ending well lmao #hes so pure i love him #pag 5 last panel is the best thing ever tbh #i love sohoku so much #best team in all sports manga ive ever read

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