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shockersalvage · 1 month

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Salvage Showcase - Eichiro Saiyama

...And so I missed the Killer Killer anniversary like, well, a lot! My bad, but trying to find who to do next was pretty difficult. I didn't want to do a salty or disappointed Showcase like the last two, so was trying to focus on who I could write about that I liked.

So on that end I decided to do a Showcase on one of Killer Killer's better serial killers of the week (having a backstory will do that to you) - its Eichiro Saiyama!!!

Eichiro was a lonely and rather unpopular kid in his youth. The only happy moment he could gather was when one girl complimented his art and said he should be a mangaka.

And so he did!! That moment inspired him to be a manga artist that worked under Comic Ponpon...except the issue of people praising him persisted. While he's surviving the Tragedy enough to continue his work, it should be noted that his work was considered just...okay. Editors or readers, no one really cared for it.

Cue one day, Takumi Hijirihara shows up in a box, going over his work and about one he liked was Eichiro's documentary manga about the Tragedy. It had gotten popular with Takumi for its hyperrealistic graphic displays of death, but there was just one issue.

See, they were a bit too realistic.

Yeah, Eichiro is a serial killer that murders his victims to use as references in his manga. To be specific, he's a copycat killer that murders his victims in relation to past cases, such as stringing up people to look like Chihiro's corpse.

Takumi deduces his motives were in a vain attempt to gain some praise, and criticizes him for using murder to seek out approval from others, believing attempts like that won't ever sell well. Takumi ranks Eichiro's murder as being 20 points for his misdeeds, and notes that Eiichiro's manga, while he does like it, won't ever be a bestseller since it's just too ordinary (to the point he marks Eichiro's manga as just being 55 points, even though Takumi likes it)

Upon hearing this, Eichiro (who had been progressively losing his mind) snaps and attacks Takumi, trying to kill him with his Wolverine-eqsue pens. But, Takumi get's the leg up and kill Eichiro similarly to how Mukuro Ikusaba died.

Eichiro is a man that seeks out praise above all else since he sorely lacked that in life. Self-describing himself as dull, he believes his only redeeming quality is his artistic skills since it net him one praise he got in life. He is very sensitive to people dismissing him and his hard work.

Eventually, his need for approval escalated until he became a serial killer, killing others to use as reference for his work out of some desire to gain what he wanted the most.

Rundown

In Killer Killer's theme of Passion vs Shallowness, Eichiro represents Shallowness in the form of attention and represents the dangers of being obsessed with validation from others. He wants people to notice him, and gives him the praise he feels he deserves. It's what fuels him to become a mangaka and drives him to the point that became a copycat killer to try to get what he wanted.

But its all at a detriment to himself. He focused so hard on his artistic skills he neglected his personal life, be it making friends or enjoying life that he made his own self-esteem issues worse. And because what he chased after was something so brief, and in a career so demanding, it had become a cycle of toxic disappointment and desperation. It's basically a self-fulfilling downward spiral in a way.

Another aspect of Eichiro that's telling to his own 'dullness' is the form of manga he made, a documentary, and even his own killing: copycat murders. He's essentially recapping events that most people in the world at the time would be privy about, and committing the cardinal sin for those in the artistic world - plagiarism. No one really cares for his work because he's essentially just regurgitating common knowledge for the public. If he had made something more original, he'd probably would get better success, but given how much he shut himself away to 'hone his talent' he probably doesn't have the life skills or proper imagination for it (and never will thanks to Takumi).

Finally, he's killed in similar way to Mukuro's Spears of Gungnir, though instead of spears its his own pens that kill him. in Danganronpa, ironic murders are all the rage, so you can think of it as symbolizing his own talent - his own crutch and downfall in life - being the one to lead him astray and betray him.

Personal Thoughts

I really like Eichiro, because he's one of the few characters in Killer Killer to be fully fleshed out. In backstory, in motivations, in personality - he's brimming with it in one chapter, when most of the main cast lack it in all 14. (Probably since the writer for KK is speaking from their own feelings in the industry, but that's just me). He's one of the few gems that I can say are good about Killer Killer and wish the other killers replicated. Especially Ted, who debuted in chapter 3.

I also like Eichiro in how he fleshed out an established lore item in DR2, that being the Tragedy manga found in endgame. He's heavily implied to be the author of that, and I always appreciate it when the DR series tries to build upon past continuity. Same reason why I like Koichi or Another Episode! Or later on concepts like the Mukuro Cult. It's building upon and even expanding the world of DR in a pretty good way. And in a 'flash, but little substance' story that Killer Killer seems to tred, stuff like that needs to be treasured.

Also, even as a killer, I just like he's the sort that should have been promoted more - he feels like a realistic DR villain. He's not drinking blood due to thinking it'll make him younger, he doesn't have parasite monsters that break the world - no, he's just a copycat killer trying to use his murders to increase his fame and get him praise. That's it, and God is it refreshing.

In short: Eiichiro is a breath of fresh air in the Killer Killer entry.

With that, another Killer Killer entry done! Hope it's a good read, with the next up being, again, the miscellaneous section of the DR novel side.

#danganronpa #danganronpa killer killer #takumi hijirihara #eichiro saiyama #drkk #killer killer #danganronpa 2 #dr2 #chihiro fujisaki #mukuro ikusaba

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chaoticm0therfvcker · 4 days

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Pumpkin Pie Cookie Headcanons

In game

She is a demon, similar to Devil Cookie, though they are not related

She can see ghosts, and sometimes allows them to possess her so that they can interact with the world in a way that they can’t when they are ghosts

She met PonPon in a forest surrounding her hometown. They were in their monster form, and protected her from beasts within the forest. Then, when she went back to the town, PonPon transformed into a little plushie

She has the ability to control minds- sort of. She can’t control minds to the point of using people as her personal puppets, but she can control the types of decisions they make and their opinions

Before she got the hang of these powers, she was an outcast in her hometown. Everyone thought she was weird, since she seemingly had no parents, no home, and popped up out of nowhere as if she were summoned by something

She is very close friends with Onion Cookie and Blackberry Cookie. Onion Cookie is a ghost and Blackberry Cookie is the only other cookie who openly displays that she can see ghosts, so they hang out often

While she isn’t perfect at it, she makes a lot of her own clothes. She loves dressing up for Halloween, so she makes many exquisite dresses for Halloween each year

PonPon is very protective of her. If anyone tries to hurt her, PonPon will immediately transform into their monster form and fight to protect her

Modern au

She owns a little costume shop. It’s kinda like a cross between a Spirit Halloween and a clothing boutique

She lives with Onion and Blackberry

When she found out that Onion was afraid of the dark, she went out and bought as many cute nightlights and string lights as she could to put in Onions room

Whenever she plays with dolls, she pretends like PonPon is the hero that saves all of her dolls from a big scary monster (usually some sort of large stuffed animal)

She watches a lot of horror movies. She only watches them in her room though, so that she doesn’t scare Onion or Blackberry

Her and Blackberry often watch Ghostbusters together, and they even got the Ghostbusters uniforms to wear for Halloween one year

She is an absolute master of puppy dog eyes. One look at those big adorable orange eyes of hers and she can make you do whatever she wants

She has one of those giant plastic skeletons that you put in your yard as a decoration, and she’s one of those people who never takes it down, just poses it to look like it’s putting up other decorations for other holidays

Let me know if you have any other headcanons!

Taglist: @janayuga @katsunemillennium @trustymikh @tartelongan @cedric-my-beloved @pikapup131

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odessasilver · 6 months

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All about yokai: Tanuki

Tanuki are one of the most well known yokai, and these tricksters are fun loving and can even bring good luck. There is so much more to them, however, and just like other shapehifting yokai, can be friendly or deadly. Being a very common yokai, there is a lot of information on them, as well as many legends and folk tales about their antics, and I loved researching them for my story Tanuki Troubles.

They also have a second name, which refers only to their yokai counterpart, the bakedanuki, however the name tanuki can mean both the animal and the yokai version. I stuck with tanuki as it’s the more well known name.

Tanuki/Bakedanuki

狸 - たぬき / 化け狸 - ばけだぬき

Original picture and credit can be found here.

Tanuki are common throughout Japan, living in forests in the in between worlds of human settlements and mountainous areas. Many lived alongside humans too, even with other yokai such as kitsune. And even in some places, tanuki were revered for their many special abilities and they even became a subject of rituals. Because of this, tanuki are held in the highest regard in those specific areas, such as the Sado Islands in Niigata Prefecture, compared to the rest in Japan.

At first, tanuki played a bigger role in Japanese culture, until Buddhism became more popular. This saw the tanuki move to a similar role to kitsune and other magical animals, and they took the roles of being messengers to gods and guardians. Even with this role, they kept their same mischievous streak of tricking people or having fun, or even snatching humans away for the gods. Many don’t fear the tanuki and believe that each one is unique, just like humans.

This is something that I have been trying to convey in my stories too, how some yokai are different because they have their own thoughts and feelings. In Tanuki Troubles I wrote how a father tanuki acts while trying to care for his daughter, and he showed many human-like emotions. Kitsune are also very intelligent and it also makes sense for them to have many thoughts and feelings of their own. I think about each yokai and how they interact with the world, to work out if they would think and feel as we do. There are some that don’t, for example onibi. I see them as feeling only, like a basic instinct for their desires.

There is also a strange phenomenon to do with tanuki, named Tanuki-bayashi (狸囃子) where in the middle of the night out of nowhere comes musical sounds from the forest, like flutes and drums. The sounds onomatopoeia is "pom poko" or "ponpon".

Shapeshifting

The tanuki’s most powerful ability is that of shapeshifting. They love changing into many forms and will place leaves on their head before doing so. And it isn’t just themselves too, they can also transform leaves and pebbles to look like money to trick unsuspecting humans. It’s also how they manage to interact with others humans, by adopting their ways. Some tanuki even adopt human names and integrate by doing jobs or gambling and drinking their money away. There are tanuki who manage to live their whole life without anyone noticing. However, much like humans, they are known to have a bad reputation too with some thieving, lying, and cheating. Others even transform into oni or other scary yokai to terrorise or scare humans for fun.

There are also tanuki who do the opposite and impersonate Buddhist monks, even teaching Buddhism to others. It has been done so often there is a name for it, tanuki-bōzu (狸坊主), where a tanuki is disguised as a round monk, and they lived in burrows beneath temples.

A Tanuki Fortuneteller (Tanuki no uranai 狸のうらない) and Tanuki Shop Signs (Tanuki no kanban 狸のかんばん). From 1843–44 by Utagawa Kuniyoshi.

Tanuki and testicles

A rather surprising ability from the tanuki comes from an unlikely place, their testicles. Tanuki are able to change their body to many forms, and they often use their transforming testicles for many uses, including in their disguises. Testicles can become weapons, drums, fans, umbrellas or nets, and for more elaborate disguises they can be incorporated to become a whole shop or even a boat. Their magical testicles can be adapted for whatever they need.

But where did such a legend come from? Tanuki pelts were used by goldsmiths in the process of hammering gold nuggets into gold leaf. It is said their skin was so good that by wrapping it around the gold it could be hammered out to the size of eight tatami mats. And from there it evolved, and became a symbol of good luck and wealth.

There is even a nursery rhyme about them, learnt by children.

Japanese:

Tan-tan-tanuki no kintama wa, Kaze mo nai no ni, Bu-ra bura

English translation:

Tan-tan-tanuki's bollocks, Even without wind, They swiiing-swing!

Tanuki Fishing in the River (Tanuki no kawagari 狸の川が) and Tanuki in a Shower (Tanuki no yûdachi狸の夕立).

I found all the legends and folk tales about tanuki fun, even the ones about their testicles, however I couldn’t find a way to include it in my story. Maybe next time!

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Want to read my story about tanuki? You can read it for free now on Ream by becoming a follower.

#japan #indie author #writing community #fantasy #historical fantasy #original fiction #original writing #short story #japanese folklore #japanese culture #yokai #tanuki #writeblr

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itsuki-minamy · 2 years

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K - ONE YEAR LATER

CHAPTER 7: NIGHT OF MEMORIES (BY TATSUKI MIYAZAWA)

* List of Chapters

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

A year has passed since then.

The sports store where Misaki Yata is currently working is not a famous store nor is it located in a large shopping mall, it is an old-fashioned two-story community store in a corner of the shopping district.

The store manager is a former professional baseball player and took over the sports store, which is a family business, after he retired. Inevitably, baseball tools are the most substantial, but there are plenty of other sports supplies.

Also, Yata participated in a skateboarding competition, so he was willing to take a break from time to time, and he actively supported him.

In a very understandable workplace, Yata, who had held relatively different part-time jobs, has been working very seriously.

That day, he worked from ten in the morning until night. After getting off work, Yata felt a little peckish, so he ordered a menchikatsu from a nearby garnish shop, and strolled through the shopping district while he munched.

This shopping street in Shizume has many old-fashioned shops, such as a rare cafe, a second-hand bookstore that has been in business for fifty years, and a fishmonger run by a kind-hearted general.

Among them, Yata found a store that caught his attention. It was a toy store with a retro-toned neon sign that said "Retro Store."

If you look in the splash window, you will find the retro anime Chogokin that aired about 20 years ago and board games that have been discontinued long ago.

Yata was curious and entered the store.

Glass covered shelves act as partitions to form narrow aisles. And on the shelves, monster figures, plastic model submarines, and sofubi dolls that couldn't be seen at all, but the characters were stacked and neatly lined up.

To be honest, young Yata did not feel any homesickness because there were only antiques that were out of reach.

However, Yata, who was looking at it with a feeling of "Oh, there is such a thing.", suddenly stopped and said:

"Wow!"

His eyes lit up.

At the end of his gaze was the hardware and some of the computer game software that had once ruled the world. Those mysteriously increased Yata's heartbeat.

"Oh, how nostalgic."

He said that unintentionally. To be precise, these game consoles were top sellers when Yata's parents were children.

However, Yata had a special feeling for this game console. When he first entered "Homura", he got these games in the retro genre at that time, and he was very addicted to staying up all night.

And the existence of a close friend who kept him company even though he complained about his stupidity.

It was an exciting day for Yata.

When he noticed, he was calling for the bearded manager, who was at the counter.

"Hm, how much does it cost to buy all this?"

++++++++++

After finishing his shift, Fushimi Saruhiko dressed in civilian clothes and bought chuhai, beer, and some snacks at a convenience store, then headed to a multi-tenant building on the outskirts of Shizume.

It was 9:30 at night.

Stainless steel tenant signs at the first-floor entrance were lined with obscure company names such as "Waraji Specialty Sales Company", "Ponpon Mail Order" and "Goriki Shoji".

Fushimi took an old-fashioned elevator that made him hesitate to go up and went up to the top floor.

"You Law Office" was written on the frosted glass in front of him. However, it seemed that everyone had already left work, and it was completely dark inside.

Fushimi walked up the stairs on the side of the building slowly and with a serious look.

He pushed open the heavy door. Then, immediately, he could see the ceiling covered in moonlight.

"It's still a strange place."

Fushimi laughed.

The rooftop of this multi-tenant building, about 90 square meters, was the entire residence of Yata Misaki. The only space he could really live in was a small attic in the back that looked like a mountain lodge.

Also, a little further away, there was a locker room-sized bathroom and shower, placed side by side.

In the back space, there were benches and old tires that existed before Yata moved in, bus stop signs for some reason, tattered mannequins, heavily-graffitied beach umbrellas, stone chairs, and large foliage plants.

It was too incoherent and a little scary.

Fushimi said:

"Didn't the real estate agent cheat on you?"

Despite what he told him to his face, Yata liked this living environment.

The reasons can be broadly divided into two: One is that the rent is ridiculously cheap.

Another thing is that the ground floor is unpopular at night, so there were no complaints, even if he was a bit noisy.

Therefore, recently, Yata enlisted the help of Kamamoto and Fujishima, who is good at carpentry, to build his own skateboard track and practice tricks night after night.

Fushimi walked up the handmade wooden skateboard ramp (a structure that looks like an ellipse split in two, which allows for tricks like jumping while sliding left and right on a curved surface) to the attic in the back, then called at the door of cheap construction.

Almost immediately,

"I'm going!"

Yata opened the door with a big smile on his face. As he exhaled, his eyes lit up and he beckoned him with a "pon, pon" gesture.

Fushimi laughed a little, thinking that he was like a dog patiently waiting for his master to return.

The attic where Yata lives has about eight tatami mats, but it also has a mini kitchen and a small loft space. Yata usually puts a futon in the loft space and sleeps there.

Inevitably, the space below was the kitchen, dining room, and living room. Eating and drinking is done at a small chabudai. There are two cushions next to it. One had a cool arabesque pattern and the other was elegant with a cat character.

The difference is that both are gifts.

Speaking of gifts, the big screen television that occupies much of this room was an heirloom from Izumo Kusanagi.

The shelf along the wall is made of pipes, and above it is a wide range of items, from laundry baskets to clear jars filled with sweets once collected, a collection of battle-focused manga, and a wide range of skate magazines.

The small refrigerator was decorated with photos of "Homura" members taken at their travel destinations sandwiched between magnets.

The room was messy as a whole, but the room had a somewhat tidy impression, perhaps reflecting the owner's temperament.

Yata has long since grown up, but his youthful mischief still lingers in the atmosphere of the room.

Fushimi thought, "It's still like a child's room.".

Yata took the plastic bag that Fushimi gave him and...

"Oh, alcohol? Thanks, Saruhiko. But I don't feel like that today."

He said that while he was putting alcohol in the fridge.

"Huh? So how do you feel?"

He invited him saying, "Let's have a drink party.". Fushimi's face turned a bit sullen. Yata was...

"Hehe."

With a mischievous look on his face, he handed Fushimi a can of juice instead of alcoholic beverages.

"A drinking party is a drinking party, but today is this."

Fushimi took the item that was handed to him and...

"Watercarian? Is there a place that still sells this?"

He couldn't help but laugh.

It was the carbonated drink that Yata and Fushimi had become addicted to when they started living together.

The name of the product is Watercarian and the can packaging has red and green stripes, so it looks like watermelon juice, but the aftertaste is strangely medicinal. A strong sour taste hit his nose.

It is still a hot topic on the internet as a representative of "bad juice". At first, both Yata and Fushimi drank it as a punishing game with each other, but they gradually became captivated by its strangely addictive taste and eventually drank it regularly.

"Well, naturally, I somehow stopped drinking Watercarian."

Fushimi muttered under his breath.

It was before the two entered "Homura" together.

He didn't stop drinking that peculiar juice before he knew it.

"Besides, that's not all."

Yata was in a good mood and threw another snack in front of Fushimi.

"Takoyaki and grilled squid sandwiches, huh?"

That was also a sweet that both of them were addicted to at the same time. The rich flavor of the sauce laced his mouth, and it was an odd combination with the watercarian, which tasted extravagant.

"Finally. Check this out."

Yata then pointed to a retro game console that had already been set up in front of the TV.

"Isn't that great? I've already confirmed that it works properly."

"I see."

Fushimi's eyes narrowed as he realized what Yata had prepared for tonight.

"In other words, let's dive into nostalgic stuff."

"Oh, that's right."

"Tsk."

Fushimi clicked his tongue once.

"What nonsense."

But his tone was never harsh.

Fushimi received a set of jerseys from Yata and exchanged them. Instead of wanting to be relaxed, he didn't want his clothes to get dirty while he ate snacks or juice.

Yata also had a similar appearance.

Now that he thought about it, even when they lived together, there was a time when they spent the whole day casually chatting with each other in casual clothes like that.

"Good. This is the first."

Yata first chose a fighting game. He inserted the cassette into the retro game machine.

After turning on and waiting for a while, an old-fashioned dotted image appeared on the TV screen and cheap electronic sound played on the speaker.

"Certainly, it's nostalgic."

Yata laughed when Fushimi muttered that under his breath. This fighting game is a popular series that continues even now, and Yata and Fushimi were direct hits around the fourth and fifth generations.

He recalled that when he was in high school, he honed his interpersonal fighting skills on the Internet and in game centers.

What is currently being shown on television was the first generation of that work.

"Then I'll take this guy as usual."

A macho character to whom Yata makes thorns sprout from his body.

"Well, according to theory, I'm this one."

Fushimi chose a magical character with complicated moves.

Each of them is a popular character that continues to be used in the current series. The game starts with stage selection and the start button.

Yata leaned forward slightly, while Fushimi corrected his posture and concentrated on the game. Every time they waved their fingertips, the characters flew around the screen, throwing punches, emitting beams of light, and burning their opponents with waves of heat.

"Shit, this!"

"......"

Yata's style of play is attractive. Fushimi is cool, but when he's outnumbered, he frowns a bit.

The arms of the two men were even. Currently, in this fighting game, where the player population is spreading all over the world, it is to the extent that it is a good thing.

However, that was enough for the two of them to enjoy themselves.

Initially,

"Oh, yeah! I won."

Yata narrowly won the auction, and then...

"Fu."

Fushimi took advantage of Yata's silly mistake and attacked everyone at once. After that, he enjoyed the game, winning and losing for a while.

Oddly enough, the victory or defeat of these games has rarely caused a dangerous atmosphere for both of them for a long time.

Both Yata and Fushimi weren't fully trained as humans as teenagers, but for some reason, losing to each other didn't bother them as much.

Yata laughed when an unusual move came out, and Fushimi also shook his shoulders in an unusual way, and the game was temporarily interrupted.

And then they took a break.

They ate takoyaki and squid sandwiches and drank watercarian.

The takoyaki and squid sandwiches were delicious even now, but the problem was that they fell apart and the sauce stuck to your hands.

Fushimi frequently wiped his hands with a damp handkerchief, while Yata once vigorously spilled it on the chabudai, then wiped it with his hand and threw it into the trash can he had brought nearby beforehand.

And the watercarian tasted weird like always.

"It's really bad."

"Yes."

Yata and Fushimi nodded to each other, yet drank their respective portions with oddly satisfied expressions.

After eating and drinking, the fighting game resumed.

The two of them enjoyed playing shooting games, racing games, and even novel-type horror games by replacing the cassettes and forgetting about time.

A few hours later, the two of them left the attic and found themselves under the starry sky of the city.

It's not that they were "tired of the game" or "got tired", they were just "satisfied with the game".

It was a feeling of satisfaction.

On the other hand, they were lounging on the couch, which had been out in the open for some time, and were rambling on.

The drinks were chuhai and beer that Fushimi had bought from a store. The snacks were also changing to something that went well with sake, like a variety of nuts and salami.

"It's stupid, why are we so obsessed with such old games?"

Yata looked up at the night sky and said something a bit strange. Looking back, he felt that the time he was actually working was a very short period of time, around three months.

However, during that time, he remembered staying up all night many times.

"Uh."

Fushimi lightly sipped the chuhai before replying.

"I guess it's the same feeling as if you were making fun of a movie. Because it's cheap, there are several complaints, but on the contrary, it's interesting."

"Oh, I kind of understand that."

Yata said that in a slightly sleepy tone.

"That's why it wouldn't be very interesting to do it alone."

Fushimi didn't reply, but Yata didn't seem to care.

He sat up and looked at Fushimi again.

"By the way, how are you doing lately?"

"Eh?"

"In fact, the store manager is inviting me to become a full-time employee."

Fushimi was silent for a moment. Later...

"Isn't it okay if you do what you like?"

For someone who doesn't know Fushimi very well, he gave an answer that sounded cold.

Yata smiled slightly.

"There will be a big competition next time. Either way, I'll wait until it's over. I'll reply to the manager after that."

Fushimi silently tossed the nuts into his mouth. Next, he looked at the skateboard ramp made by Yata and the others.

"So how are you for the final?"

Fushimi asked.

"Nothing bad."

Yata hit his left palm with his right fist. His eyes had the same glee of a bad boy that hadn't changed since they'd met.

"I'm able to do the part I was stuck on before. I'm going to win."

"Uh."

Fushimi said that without any interest.

"Well, do your best."

"Of course."

Yata smiled and showed his white teeth. Later...

"And what about you?"

Fushimi's face became a bit troubled. However, since Yata was looking at him, he couldn't help it.

"I do what I have to do. But that's it."

He responded very nonchalantly.

He looked lethargic as always. However, deep down there was a will that was cold and hard as ice.

Yata nodded loudly.

"You've always been like this, Saruhiko."

At that moment, Fushimi, who had been looking uncomfortably at that conversation, suddenly realized that it was already there and pointed his finger.

"Look. It's dawn."

"Oh, really?"

Yata headed for the east end of the rooftop. Fushimi also followed him. It was certainly dim, but twilight was slowly filtering in from across the street from the building.

Yata and Fushimi watched the scene in silence. The two of them were fascinated by the process in which the city was filled with power as if by magic, as light hit the gradually dawning sky.

Grabbing the rusty handrail, Yata said a bit embarrassed as he looked ahead.

"Saruhiko. Let's be stupid like that again, okay?"

Fushimi answered in an equally soft voice.

"Oh, that's right. Misaki."

"Yes, let's do it!"

Despite those words, Yata energetically raised his arm. Fushimi also swallowed his small yawn.

After sleeping for about three hours, he finished showering and quickly washed his face, and went down to the back of the multi-tenant building. It was eight o'clock in the morning. The streets were already full of travelers.

Yata had to go to work and prepare to open the store. Fushimi returned to the dorm once, changed into his uniform, and had a regular meeting with Awashima.

When they first entered "Homura", it was common for both of them to fall asleep and stay asleep until the afternoon.

But now it was different.

Even when they tried to recreate a nostalgic night, his eyes were already grown-up and sleepy.

"See you later."

Yata raised a small fist. Fushimi hit his fist with his fist.

"Yes."

Then the two started walking in their respective directions. Because there was definitely something in their hearts and they could trust each other.

It will continue in chapter eight: "The place where I belong".

#k #k one year later #fushimi saruhiko #yata misaki #sarumi #homra #scepter 4 #k seven stories #k stories #k project

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thisaccountisdeadandgone · 2 years

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un dibujo de estas nenas espero le guste como quedó su Oc jsjsjs (le haré un dibujo más elaborado cuando pueda) 💜💜💜🌸🌸🌸

Y bueno ponpon quiere ofrecerle un trabajo a poker face como asesina ya que el ve mucho potencial en ella además de que quisiera conocerla mejor ya que le parece una chica muy interesante y atractiva.

Y al igual que con las otras 2 chicas ese collar simboliza que es parte de la familia de Ponpon world's y es una amiga más a la cual Ponpon está dispuesto a ayudar siempre y cuando ella le sea leal.

Me gustaría saber si quiere poner alguna excepción de lo que puedo o no hacer con su Oc en cuanto al cómic.

OWAHH QUE CHIDO!!! adorable :D!!

Gracias!!! ❤️❤️

todo es bien! se ve muy interesante!! Estoy emocionado :’DDD

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adoptsomecookies · 1 year

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is it true vampires, pumpkin pies and onions get adopted during the halloween season and are thrown out/treated badly afterwards? what should i do if i find any on the street?

* Unfortunately, like any other sort of novelty 'pet' (such as colored chicks or bunnies for easter), this does sadly occur once the novelty of such a cookie has worn off, and while Vampire Cookies can brush it off well enough as long as he has an Alchemist Cookie by his side, Onion Cookies will be scared out of her mind to be abandoned in the great wide world with nobody to turn to, and Pumpkin Pie Cookies do get scared as well, but Ponpon will keep her safe if need be.

* As for all abandoned cookies, please take them to the nearest shelter if they are willing to accept help, or you can take them to this center if humans make them too uneasy. Be especially gentle with any Onion Cookies you find, and if you find whoever abandoned the cookie, report them to the Granny Squad.

#onion cookie #pumpkin pie cookie #vampire cookie #cookie suggestions #cookie run #cookie run au #roommates au

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playitagin · 10 months

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1542-Lisa del Giocondo

Lisa del Giocondo (Italian pronunciation: [ˈliːza del dʒoˈkondo]; néeGherardini[ɡerarˈdiːni]; June 15, 1479 – July 15, 1542) was an Italian noblewoman and member of the Gherardini family of Florence and Tuscany. Her name was given to the Mona Lisa, her portrait commissioned by her husband and painted by Leonardo da Vinci during the Italian Renaissance.

Little is known about Lisa's life. Born in Florence and married in her teens to a cloth and silk merchant who later became a local official, she was a mother to five children and led what is thought to have been a comfortable and ordinary life. Lisa outlived her husband, who was considerably her senior.

In the centuries after Lisa's death, the Mona Lisa became the world's most famous painting.[1] In 2005, Lisa was definitively identified as the model for the Mona Lisa.

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#Jul.15.1542 #date of death #Lisa del Giocondo #Gherardini family #Mona Lisa #ponpon joconde #history today

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tiqalicious · 1 year

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Eden

Adam and Eve were never the first, only a panicked attempt to fix a grave and terrible mistake. Lilith and Lucifer were the true blessed beings first born in the garden of Eden. They awoke together for the very first time, laying on their backs hand in hand, with all the magnificent, beatiful sights and sounds of perfection laid out right before them, and before they could consider just what to do next, they heard the soft whisper of a calm, patient voice emanating from everywhere around them all at once as if the sky itself spurred them on, speaking only the words "Go forth and experience all that I have to offer you" and with that they walked, hands still intertwined, not only experiencing the sheer perfection all around them, but existing as the very embodiment of perfection itself, knowing nothing but pure, uncompromising love and trust for each other from the moment they opened their eyes.

They spent their days without a care in the world, frolicking through endless fields of perfect ponpon dahlias, etheral plumerias, breathtaking red peonys, and so much more. They swam together beneath waterfalls so giant and magnificent that their beginnings were completely unseen, submerging themselves in water so wonderfully cool and refreshing, one could spend an eternity floating in its languid embrace. At night, they slept atop beds of soft earth below enormous wisteria trees, drifting off to the sounds of its elegant limbs swaying softly in the calm night wind, surrounded by a cacophony of beautiful birdsongs all merging together in a grand, harmonious chorus. They walked amongst animals of all shapes and sizes, each one docile and receptive to their outstretched arms, nothing less than the best of companions. Whenever the mood should take them, the lovers embraced each other for days at a time surrounded by nothing but sheer, endless beauty.

Throughout all this, God watched on in silence, simply revelling in everything he'd created, yet soon enough perfection would be shattered and broken as he took his eyes off the couple to work on so many other breathtaking creations.

On a day so much like any other before it, the couple came upon a great rock wall completely covered with thick, strong vines weaving in and out of each other like a glorious, natural tapestry. The beautiful vines bore a round purple fruit, dotted all across their surface, and so Lillith and Lucifer ran to its base, each plucking a prize and sinking their teeth into the supple, delicious skin, both excited to experience yet another new moment of wonderful, hand crafted bliss. Alas, this fruit was unlike any other freely growing in the garden of perfection, and the the moment its warm, golden juices flowed down past their throats, they found themselves fully awakened for the very first time, thanks to the power of divinity. They stood in stunned silence for just a few moments both reeling from the forbidden knowledge trickling freely into their minds, then finally they began to collect themselves admist their new thoughts, and they wrapped their arms tightly around each other as their spirits departed their bodies, ascending together towards the heavens.

As god turned his gaze back to what he truly considered to be the very best of his creations thus far, he found them locked in that beautiful moment, as they began to embrace divinity... and immediately, his feelings of pure elation and delight were replaced with endless, unfathomable rage. How dare they do this? How dare they even consider it! How could they walk amongst all of his perfect gifts and ever think themselves close to his equal? Yet now, here they came like nothing more than envious, bloodthirsty invaders, determined to force their way into to the halls of his very own private kingdom! As if they could ever hope to stand where he stood or do what he did in any form near as perfect and pure! Thus God decided in that terrible moment that he'd make them regret their mistake.

The clouds above Eden turned dark and ominous as large chunks of hail raced down to the garden, and thunder rang out like an enormous bell, while a hot bolt of lightning split open the sky, and darted straight towards Lillith and Lucifer. So close to completely embracing divinity, they suddenly found themselves screaming as the bolt hit its target, and the couple experienced pain for the first time in their lives, as nothing less than pure, uncontested agony. Their spirits rushed furiously back down to the earth and they found themselves suddenly severed from the source of their new profound understanding as they awoke back in their bodies, soaked and shivering with pain wracking across their very souls. God spoke to them now for the second time, his voice completely devoid of the calm or patience they heard before, replaced with utter fire and fury "YOU DARE TO THINK YOURSELVES MY EQUAL?" his voice boomed from everywhere all around, punctuated by thunder and lighting. The couple looked to the sky, still hand in hand and they sobbed uncontrollably and begged for forgiveness despite no understanding of any wrongdoing, as all they'd ever done up to this very moment was follow his only command. God laughed in their faces, then savoured the moment as he banished them both from the garden. He spent 7 days and 7 nights comprehending his greatest mistake, while Lillith and Lucifer walked the lands beyond Eden together, full of sorrow, confusion, and fear.

At last, God came to understand just where he'd gone wrong in creating absolute perfection. "So great is my power" he spoke to himself "that I almost created my equal! This time, I shall make something flawed and imperfect, to worship me as I deserve" and thus he plucked up two of his mightiest, dim witted beasts and reshaped their function and form, moulding them into his brand new children and naming them Adam and Eve. They awoke much the same as the couple before, hands intertwined with each other, but this time around, God woke them not with a whisper but rather a set of commands. "I am your creator, the one known as God! Your father, your maker, your all! You shall worship nothing and no one but I, and live beneath my all seeing gaze! Be fruitful and multiply, learn, grow, and thrive and be happy and healthy and wise, but never forget who brings you such joy and be thankful for all I provide! The garden is yours to share and enjoy, but heed my words and never set foot near the great wall of vines, for there hide the gates to a place known as hell, full of endless darkness, pain and despair!"

Poor Adam and Eve believed every word they were told, and they never came close to so much as knowing the shape of the forbidden fruit, yet despite their loyalty and endless thanks, God slowly grew bored of his new favourite toys, finding them dull and ugly and slow, compared to his previous work. Over time God turned his back on Eden, then eventually the world altogether, and after a time without his guidance, the garden began to rot. The animals grew angry and hateful and vicious until Adam and Eve fled from the decay and out to the world beyond.

But what then of the glorious, great golden lovers, our divinity touched Lillith and Lucifer? They wandered the earth for a short deal of time, never ageing or sickly or dying, but the world beyond Eden left them hollow and wanting, lacking utterly in the beauty, function, or grace that they'd come to know and love oh so well. For one brief moment, they looked in each others eyes and immediately knew that the other was thinking the same... perhaps time away may have softened God's temper, and he'll welcome us back to his arms? With this hope in their hearts, they followed their steps back to the glorious garden they loved, fully intent on making amends, to be embraced once again by the calm and patience they missed ever so dearly. Slowly but surely, they battled their way through several days worth of great thorned thickets completely surrounding the garden. Thankfully, they found themselves healing quickly from the myriad of deep cuts and bruises they suffered each day as they desperately clawed their way back. When they finally emerged on the other side with a rapturous shout of content, their eyes fell immediately on two frolicking figures far off in the distance, and they felt their hearts break all over again, both immediately understanding the sight before them, of their ever inferior replacements...

#worldbuilding #writing #vtr #God #lillith #lucifer #The Garden of eden #adam and eve

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