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Tenkaichi
Tenkaichi - Nihon Saikyou Bugeisha Ketteisen
A battle tournament manga series set in the Sengoku Era.
Warlords bring forth their strongest warriors to compete in a tournament being held by a dying Oda Nobunaga. The prize? Japan itself. The Warlord whose warrior wins the tournament will become the ruler of Japan.
This series is one I found while searching for ones similar to Record of Ragnarok and I’m really glad I found it. It’s only at 7 volumes right now but I am loving it. The art, the characters, the fights, all of it I love.
(I'm a huge fan of the cover art!)
What is my favorite part of this series is that it’s not obvious who the winner of the fights will be. As it turns out, the winner of the fight isn’t decided till around 1 or 2 chapters before the fights end. So not even the creators know who’s going to win till the very end.
Of course, with that being said, there is no protagonist, or better yet you could say all the fighters are protagonists. There’s no character who is definitely without a doubt going to be the winner, at this point, it could be any of them.
When reading these fights I was constantly switching around who I thought would win. “This one will win” and then a chapter later “Never mind this one’s winning”, and it kept switching back and forth because there is no obvious winner. When the winner is not so clear cut it makes these tournament fighting series so much more thrilling to read. The current fight which is fight #5 literally had my heart pounding. Like I'm so anxious over finding out who's going to win this fight because it ended on a cliffhanger. A cliffhanger that seems to make the winner obvious. Or does it? That's the thing! Even tho it looks like we know who the winner of this fight will be, we can't be 100% sure. (Curse the fact that the next chapter doesn't come out for another month)
Honestly, there is so much I could praise about this series. The fights are a good length, in that they don’t feel too short or drawn on. It’s the same with the backstories, they’re just the right length. Character design wise so far I’m loving it. Of course, they aren’t the most realistic or look like anything the actual person but it’s not so bizarre as to take away from the story. Ngl I already have 3 characters who I think are super hot and took multiple screenshots of lol
(Such amazing art. Look at the detail~ There's actually way better art in the series but they contain spoilers so I won't share them here)
Now a little side story about me~
As I mentioned earlier that I found this while looking for a series Similar to Record of Ragnarok, and I had a huge laugh at myself. Because I was looking at the character designs and pointed at a character with a mask on and said “This dude’s probably hot looking under that mask”, only to look at the name and realize it was Sasaki Kojio who happens to be one of my fav fighters in Ragnarok 🤣 I didn’t realize he was in it too. So I had a good laugh over that and it actually made me even more excited to read it
(The fight list)
I highly recommend this series. It's probably one of my new favorites and dare I say, I almost love it as much as Record of Ragnarok. Please go check this series out!
(Screenshots are from the fan scans done by "Problematic Scans")
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immaculate misconception
Prequel and sequel to lethal blow
Shout out to @marvel-and-dc-geek !!! Thank you for letting me mention your oc and giving me feedback <3
“The Human is the most insane species.”
—Hubert Reeves.
Long ago, when Kojiro Sasaki was still a young boy with the conviction to learn, his steps guided him to a forest, where he observed animals.
That night, Kojiro had been caught in the pouring rain. Surrounded by darkness and the howling wind, the boy had stumbled upon a temple, where he took refuge.
Seeing the darkness, the cold and the apparent relentless rain, his mind had drifted to despair and, by the time he managed to light a campfire, rain had stopped and the cold night had wrapped its arms around him. But his fear, desperation and pain remained.
Only when the fire revealed his surroundings, Kojiro had been able to appreciate the shrine and the sculpture of the goddess in the middle, the offerings by her feet aroused his curiosity, distracting his troubled mind from his pain.
Taking a step forward, Kojiro leans forward, squinting at the words written beside the sculpture, announcing her.
“Goddess of wisdom and knowledge?”
Slowly looking up, Kojiro's eyes light up once he can see the sculpture's face: her gentle eyes seem to fixate on him, dedicating a loving look.
The sudden urge to kneel embraces him and, following after his need, Kojiro kneels before the sculpture, setting his open palms against his lap, back straight and eyes facing her.
“Hey, miss.” a nervous laugh leaves him, and Kojiro stops upon the feeling of warmth around him, shielding him from the cold night. “I… would like you to guide me through this journey. I don't want you to give me all that strength and power, I… I want to endure the journey. Please, make me a wise man.”
Though he receives silence as an answer, the sudden peace that washes over him makes him know he had been heard: and, leaning forward until his forehead touches the sculpture's feet, Kojiro Sasaki promises; “As a thank you, I will make sure to seek your shrines and temples and pray. Everywhere I go, I will seek your home. But please, lead my path.”
And so, everytime he found himself at new places he'd make sure to seek the goddess's shrines and temples and spend time over, talking to her, sharpening his sword, training; he'd stay the night over and when he could get his hands on books about her, Kojio would take the time to read and study them —finding out who was her husband had certainly made him look up at the sculpture with an arched eyebrow, but he never questioned her: if anything, from what he knew about them both, it sounded like a complicated relationship.
Unbeknownst to him, the goddess had observed him. She had led and cleared up his way. She had calmed him when his sore muscles hurt and corrupted his spirit. She had been observing and guiding him closely all his life. She had never attempted to reply but rather enjoyed his presence. His death, although it saddened her, was just meant to happen: it meant the epitome of his journey, which would continue later on.
Kojiro Sasaki is a wise man. He had been granted with that gift as a boy and now, having achieving the greatest of abilities, he could clearly discern his opponents' next movements just by observing the way they walked, breathed, blinked and—
Right. This was the husband of the goddess he had worshiped his whole life. How could it be? He didn't know, and certainly, he wouldn't ask.
But a god was still a god.
Hearing her name fall from his lips and resound through the whole arena made his grip on both swords lessen —and then, Kojiro knew no more of his existence.
Poseidon was awake, alive and perfectly healed if it wasn't for the pain shooting through his arm, that had been regenerated.
He had been awake for some time now: first, waking up and taking on his surroundings, examining his body and finding his injuries almost gone. And then, thinking and meditating about the most recent events, where multiple sensations and feelings crashed down upon him.
…There were few times Poseidon felt this way.
His eyes roam through the room and though he's aware of the sleeping goddess beside the bed he's sitting in, her tear stained cheeks have caused a certain pain on his chest to such a point he's decided not to look at her.
The door creaks open slowly and his brother comes in, closing it behind him. His eyes, he notes, hold that calmness he carries within himself.
Hades' eyes fall on Helena. Then on him. And, through the smallest of gestures, Poseidon realizes his brother has something to say; like he has read his mind.
“You know, brother, she hasn't left your side.”
There it is. Pursing his lips, Poseidon ponders his reply for a second, letting his lips part and pronounce sternly: “Why are you defending her?”
Hades frowns, full on expressive now. Coming closer, he takes a chair from the side, setting it right beside him so they can talk and look each other in the eye.
Taking a seat and crossing one leg over the other, Hades takes his sweet time adopting a comfortable and elegant posture and, by the time he's ready, Poseidon has already leaned back against the pillows behind his back.
“What do you mean?”
Poseidon quiets down, taking the initiative to look back at her hunched figure over his legs, dark circles under her eyes, tear stained cheeks, swollen lips like she's been biting on them, hair out of place. And he knows he can trust his older brother, he's the one he looks up to; but he's not sure.
Hades, seeming to sense his doubt, leans over to take a look at the goddess. His eyes, too, roam through her features and the evident tiredness shown through her face. Looking back at his younger brother, he states: “Compassion. You don't like seeing her like this.”
Poseidon frowns —a look full of disbelief and, before he has the chance to say something, Hades speaks up.
“If using her name to win against that human, and seeing her sacrifice in this instance still arouses your disdain, then I'm sure, brother, that you might be blind.”
Leaning back, Hades pays no attention to his brother's disgruntled look as he carries on, “How can you be married and still doubt her if you were just lamenting her pain?"
By now, Poseidon's frown has deepened, eyes flaring a violent blue and lips tightly pressed, he barely contains his rage in his whisper. “She guided that human through his path.”
Hades leans back, humming. Trying to find sense to Poseidon's reasoning. After a quiet moment, realization washes over him, reflected on his features and, with a nod, he mumbles. “Kojiro Sasaki, her devoted believer.”
Poseidon looks on, focusing on the paintings in the walls in an attempt to calm down: that human's name fell from her lips multiple times in the past, talking about his achievements. And he had listened. Now, it was the same human he had fought against and the responsible of his state.
But Hades speaks up. “So. You think your wife just tried to use a human against you, as if, in a conspiracy?” it's not a question, more like an hypothesis, “—Poseidon, please.”
Poseidon's eyes react to the movement, focusing on the sleeping goddess as she stirs, opening her eyes slowly. Under the attentive gaze of both Hades and Poseidon, she slowly wakes up, whining once her back starts to protest in exertion after being put in the same uncomfortable position for so long.
Slowly straightening her position, and ever the gentleman he is, Hades sets a hand on her shoulder, giving a calm smile her way once she looks up. Setting a pillow against the back of her chair, he speaks up. “Hey, lean back.”
“Thank you.” Doing as she was told, Helena hums as her back makes contact with the soft cushion. Then, her eyes open and she looks back at Poseidon, finding his eyes already on her.
“Sei? When did you wake up?”
The tyrant of the seas doesn't reply. Instead, he stares at her. Cold.
With a sigh, Hades leaves quietly.
Frowning, she reaches forward, touching his hand and gasping when he pulls it back, away from her grasp.
Poseidon's voice cuts through the silence like a dagger: his words filled with rage and offense. “Are you satisfied?”
She leans back, adopting a confused look, but not willing to let him treat her the way he treats others. “What are you talking about?”
His name rolls off his tongue with disdain, full of a nauseating pair of words. “Kojiro Sasaki.”
Eyebrows arched up, Helena bites back. “Oh, so you remember his name.”
Poseidon's reply comes fast, like a typhoon. “How could I forget, if you just used that low scum against me.”
Silence. Her features twist in confusion. He remains calm, deep into that dangerous wrath.
With the next combat announced and Heimdall's voice reaching there through an echo, Helena rose to her feet, smothering the wrinkles in her white dress under Poseidon's sight.
“Kojiro Sasaki was a human I took under my care, yes. But that doesn't mean I used him to try and hurt you. It wasn't me who sent him. And you decided to go there on your own.” dropping her hands at each side of her, her nails sink into her palms until her skin opens and blood drips into the floor. “In fact, he's dead and you're alive: your arm is back. This is all about your ego.”
Tilting his chin up, Poseidon still challenges her to keep talking, feeling his own wrath ascending.
“You know? These combats have something special; duality. Kojiro represents personal growth, and you?” She turns around, opening the door and, setting a foot out, she turns to look her husband in the eye; not an ounce of fear as she finishes with: “You are the embodiment of arrogance.”
She leaves, then. The door closes and Poseidon's left looking at it, glaring, even.
Valhalla's garden is probably the only quiet place. There stands a goddess, overlooking the flowers: hands intertwined behind her back through stiff shoulders.
The god stops by the entrance, watching over her for a second just so she can feel ready for his approach. And, as he senses she might be ready, he announces his presence:
“Helena, may I talk to you?”
She hums, and he realizes the way her voice has taken after a slight deeper sound when her hum comes through a strained throat.
Nodding to himself, Hades walks up until he's standing by her side. Taking a quick look aside, he takes note of her bloodshot eyes and the fresh tear stains running down her cheeks.
Sighing, he looks for something on his pants, retrieving a handkerchief that he offers through a whisper, “I apologize for his reaction. He… Has certain ideals.”
Sobbing, her hand reaches out, taking the handkerchief through trembling fingers; and even in her state, she still replies, “I never meant to hurt him.” using the soft fabric to wipe her tears through small touches around her face, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm down.
“I know,” he says, nodding. “And I apologize.”
She chuckles, “You shouldn't be the one apologizing.”
“I know,” he says once again, “But still. He's put you through enough already.”
This time, she quotes him. “I know. But I love him.”
Hades sighs. Breathing in, he focuses on humming a certain tune. From his peripheral vision, he gets to see her eyes light up, like the tune soothes her aching heart. Yes —after all, she was the one who gave humans the will and ability to pursue the knowledge behind music and arts: this meant he could help her out.
Soothe her pain, at least: even if he was a god who caused pain and suffering constantly and not the best choice to bring calm upon others, this goddess was someone he considered close. She could be his sister-in-law, yes, but she was a goddess equal to him in his eyes: benevolent with a strong, indomitable character.
Finishing his humming, he looks back at her. “Take a break. You need it.” looking on, his eyes find solace in the sunflowers in the distance. “Poseidon will realize his mistake. Sooner or later.”
“You think so?” The hopeful tone she uses breaks his heart a little —why was his brother like this? Couldn't he see past his own views?
“Yes. My brother… He's immature but not blind. He will realize and learn.”
Silence settles in and Hades doesn't fail to notice her contemplative mood: her eyes roaming through the garden and the way her fingers trace over the details engraved on his handkerchief.
With a nod, Helena turns to the door —and looking back at Hades, she gestures forward. “The next combat will start soon, shall we go?”
Hades shakes his head, giving her a small, genuine smile. “Sorry, Lena. I still have to see Zeus.”
She nods, returning the smile with a knowing look. “I understand. See you later, Hades.”
Watching her as she leaves, Hades keeps his hands behind his back, offering one last smile when she takes a look back. And, as soon as she disappears, the king of the underworld makes his way back to his brother's room, more than willing to give him a piece of his mind.
Taking Poseidon's seat at the god's VIP room, Helena quietly crosses a leg over the other, keeping her hands atop her lap.
A voice then cuts through the silence. “Hey! Is your hubby okay?”
Frowning, her eyes drift towards the source of the voice: there, Loki grins from his seat, malicious. “Big boy took a huge hit, didn't he?”
With the rest of the god's attention on them, Helena hums to herself, looking back at the arena still summoned in darkness. A smile curls her lips up momentarily before a completely neutral expression takes over her features, where she replies. “How's Alva doing, Odin?”
Odin, the one-eyed All-Father throws a glance at Loki from his peripheral vision, grunting something. Whatever he may have grunted out makes the god sink in his seat, receiving a laugh from the closest god, Shiva.
Shiva, through gritted teeth and a forced smirk looks back at the arena, where Heimdall stands under a ray of light. “Careful there, she bites back.”
Huffing, Loki looks down just in time for Henidall to start introducing the next fighters. Right, he thinks, this is Poseidon's wife, after all. Of course she has to bite back, how else can she stand up to her husband's bratty attitude if not talking back?
“The city standing before you is nineteenth century London!”
The fourth round started four minutes ago and yet, Poseidon's still sitting there, listening to his brother talk his ears off even after they've moved to the god's sitting room, where the fight can be seen through a large screen.
“Are you listening, Poseidon?” Hades stops, frowning once he notes his wandering eyes.
And still, the god of seas nods, looking back at his older brother. “I am.”
There were two persons capable of gaining his full attention and respect: his wife and his older brother.
There was no doubt he looked up to Hades: to him, he was a perfect god. If anything, his vision of gods had been constructed around him.
And then there was his wife, someone he was not fond of at the start, back when both were still young. But she had always been the type to talk back whenever hurtful comments left his mouth. She had been able to talk back and make it out alive.
Poseidon would never admit it out loud, but he liked that about her: a little bit of a challenge wouldn't hurt anyone. The fact she huffed and replied to whatever he said amused him positively —it was probably that the thing that made him look at her in the first place; and finding out who this bratty goddess was indeed made him arch an eyebrow and ask his brother just why she was there.
He was fond of those moments when both would sit and discuss whatever topics came up given that this allowed him to lay back and listen to her ramble: it was that light behind her eyes and the way her hands tended to move around alongside her words the thing that made his eyes soften. Her intelligence pleased him.
Hades' voice cuts through his train of thought right when he leans back, propping his chin into his palm and his elbow rests into the armrest of the couch.
“You need to stop this. Your arrogance almost cost you your life. Don't you know your wife was in tears the whole time you were unconscious? She never left your side and yet the first thing you do after waking up is straight out insult her.” the king of the underworld leans back against his chair with a thud and a frustrated sigh, “Guiding humans is her duty. She's the goddess of wisdom and knowledge —what were you expecting? Of course she will listen to those who ask for her favor.” Hades looks aside, reminiscing. “And she will punish those who use her gifts for the wrong.”
Humans were vengeful, resentful, ignorant, egotistical, malicious, ambitious, hopeless, unfair… And still, each time one of them humbly asked for her help she'd attend to their call and gift them with whatever she decided was needed. And so, in the same way she attended to their desperate calls, if they ever decided to use her gifts for the wrong purposes, she'd cast punishment upon them.
Poseidon remembered that occasion perfectly. Shortly after getting married, he was sitting in her library, a book nestled on his lap, face leaning into his hand and eyes dancing across the words displayed in the paper before she stormed in. Her wrath, although rare and dangerous, made him look up in curiosity and perhaps worry.
“Is something wrong?” he had asked, receiving a hum from her and a snarl of, “I can't believe it. Just gave her a bit of help and now this,” finished with a loud thud as she dropped a book into the table —a book about curses, a gift from someone close— flipping the pages furiously, mumbling to herself.
He had watched then, completely intrigued until she looked up, meeting his eyes in a strange haze of anger. “Remind me to not reply directly to them. Again. Don't let me talk to them unless we really need to.”
That moment still aroused his curiosity: she was still adamant about it, and though he knew what had been the reason behind her discontent, he still knew not to talk about it unless he wished to see her rage.
After that moment of silence. Hades looks back, calmer now: even his voice has toned down. “Brother, I am asking you to learn something from this.”
Poseidon finally replies, his eyes boring into Hades' and the sheer force behind his question has him sealing his lips. “You think I don't know that already, brother?”
Eyes the size of dinner plates, Hades stares into his eyes for a second until a smile curls his lips up. With a hum, the king of the underworld stands up. “Is that so? Then, should I call for her?”
Standing up after him, Poseidon turns to the door, ignoring the match still being displayed on the screen before them. “No need.”
As his brother leaves, Hades huffs, sitting down and leaning back. His mind then drifts to the past —just how was it possible for them to be together? Although they were the same age, he still couldn't comprehend how they got along. She was not the type to ignore things upon hearing something she didn't like and he was too self-absorbed to even care about the effect his words could have.
If anything, he always thought they'd start a war or at least a conflict. After the gigantomachy they had visited him asking for his presence in their wedding and he, taken aback, had almost choked on his red wine. Still, Hades knew they could work together: they had been doing it for a while now.
The seas were mysterious, but maybe two certain deities knew just what awaited there. Wisdom could be heard through the waves —and maybe that was on them, too.
The halls are empty, a proof of everyone's presence by the arena, watching the match: however, the god there is not interested.
Poseidon is not so self-absorbed, at least not to fail at realizing a few things. He knows just how arrogant he can be if he so desires: and he didn't see the problem with that. He's perfect in his way —just like a god should be. Whatever had happened back then had already passed, and the more he remembered about that combat, the more he could understand her reasons.
Not to mention the terror behind her eyes when Kojiro Sasaki cut off his arm.
His ears perked up upon the sound of heels around the corner —he had expected anyone but not his wife to round the corner and look straight into his eyes: and he certainly did not expect her to look forward like he wasn't there.
But he did not back down. The closer he got to her he could tell she knew this, and was trying to think of a way out. For a second, and just as she walked past him, Poseidon gave her that single, small moment of relief before turning around and blocking her way with his arm beside her head.
Turning around to face him, Helena frowns and sidesteps, mumbling “Not now, Poseidon,” —just for him to use his other arm, completely blocking her way.
With both his arms blocking her way out and his body leaning on hers to keep her from moving, Poseidon looks down at her, taking in the way she tries not to look at him, how small she is compared to him… In his eyes she's perfect.
Dropping a hand from the wall, that same hand reaches forward slowly until she stops avoiding his touch and he gets to cup her face. His touch is gentle and this is not something unfamiliar to her; unfamiliar is the way his eyes show the tiniest bit of sadness, perhaps regret. And when his lips part and he speaks up she freezes, looking up at him with big eyes.
“My actions have brought pain upon you, am I right, my love?”
Slowly, her arms reach up until her trembling hands find his waist and her arms circle him. With her head against his chest now she nods, mumbling out: “I thought you were gonna leave me.”
“Foolish.” He replies, arms circling her shoulders.
Stealing a glance at their surroundings, she moves out of his grasp, taking his wrist and pulling him forward.
He gives in, following her up to the closest door: a sitting room. It's empty and dark, but the second they step in the lights flicker on.
And right as he closes the door behind him she drops his wrist, turns around and looks up right past his eyes and soul, bloodshot eyes and voice about to break, desperation and fear finally leaving her through words:
“Damn it, Poseidon —he could have killed you! Cut off your arms and then, just, slice you in pieces! Why can't you understand—”
“Then,” Poseidon cuts her off, stern. Voice neutral but hiding his intentions. “Teach me.”
Teach me how to not let it happen again.
Helena chuckles and the tears slide down her cheeks, a knowing look taking over: hope and understanding. Even her tears stop and her eyes light up; “I will. And Sei?”
His eyebrow arches —and he's tempted to ask 'oh, so I am Sei again?' but ignores the impulse, giving her a moment to collect her thoughts.
“I hope you know guiding him was just part of my duty. This… Was a coincidence.”
He hums, letting the topic aside but not ignored or dismissed —instead of a verbal reply, his thumb rubs at her shoulder, right above where her dress starts: his palm slowly rests completely there, guiding her forward to the nearest couch.
Only when she's sitting beside him Poseidon looks back at her, answering. “You don't owe me explanations. It's your duty. If anything, that only proves your abilities.” and next, his lips curl up into a lovely smile: “—Couldn't expect anything else from you, goddess of wisdom and knowledge.”
Her lips curl up, imitating his gesture: leaning into him, her open palm rests above his waist, where she rubs circles.
Silence takes over then, like that moment of calm after a storm. Where both sit in silence, taking in each other's presence.
Looking back from her position, Helena grins: and Poseidon's eyebrow quirks up.
“He gave you a haircut.”
Her laughter fills his ears, makes a certain warmth spread through his chest until he can't help it but stare.
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You like watching cartoons, do you?)Well, have you ever heard about Miraculous Ladybug? I just have an idea to make TR and Ladybug crossover. I think, that some traits are the same. So, could you, please, draw it (if you can of course)?
“Like” watching cartoons stands short to the love I have for them ♥♥♥I managed to watch a few episodes of M. Ladybug when it aired on Nick. I’d certainly like to go back and watch it properly for sure!*Whisper* Plz help me, when drawing his ears I randomly spouted out loud “Damn this is a nice furry”
Recently @buchichu has also drawn this concept, you should check it out, it’s pretty much better made than mine! [X]
Thanks for the Submit Anon!
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matchablossom timeline ++ (as it’s in my head, part 2)(cw for underage drinking and general teenage horniness)
- kaoru gets a piercing on his 15th birthday. his parents are, as usual, not home. they make up for it by sending his son a considerable amount of money as a birthday gift. kaoru and kojiro spend most of it at the shady liquor store down the street from the skate park; some of the guys there know them - they used to try to pick on them, on kaoru specifically, when they were younger, and gave up when they saw how feisty the kid was. “what are ya celebratin’, kiddos?” one of them asks. kaoru grumbles something about his birthday. “birthday boy, huh?” the guy behind the register snickers. “when i was your age, i got a piercing as a gift to myself for my sixteenth. drove the old man crazy!”
- kaoru’s 15th birthday is also what he in later years will call his sexual awakening. they get teenage drunk in his room later that evening, kaoru fiddling with the ring stuck through his earlobe, kojiro unable to keep his eyes off the glimt of silver contrasting the soft pink of his hair. the weight of the gaze makes kaoru feel funny, and at some point kojiro pulls a pillow into his lap, and if their minds weren’t fuzzy from cheap vodka, they would probably be more awkward about the whole situation. “you look pretty,” kojiro mumbles at some point, pillow still in his lap, head heavily leaned on kaoru’s shoulder. his breath tickles kaoru’s neck. “idiot,” is all kaoru can say in return. if his voice trembles, neither comments on it.
- (several years later they mention that 15th birthday, and laugh at their own awkwardness.)
- the next year of their lives is a blur of schoolwork, overall frustration, and feelings neither can put into words. they spend most of their time attached at the hip as always, but it somehow isn’t enough. they don’t discuss it because they don’t know how, but they’re both aware of each other’s feelings - to a degree, at least. sometimes when they walk to school, their hands find each other, fingers tangling together clumsily, only to quickly let go when they see a passerby. in the privacy of kojio’s room or the spacious kitchen at kaoru’s house, they allow their knees to knock under the table, but neither moves away from the other’s body heat. kaoru steals kojiro’s shirts - “becasue the maid forgot to bring back the laundry yesterday,” he says, even though they both saw the folded uniform shirts in the dining room that morning. they’re clumsy, they’re awkward, but they’re doing their best.
- kaoru is forced to go on vacation with his family the summer break before their last year of high school. he tries to hide his panic behind a wall of grumpiness and what could be written off as “teenager attitude”, but kojiro knows him better than anyone. “it cannot be that bad,” he says, sitting cross-legged on kaoru’s bed, watching with slight amusement as his friend digs through his closet for things that will suit a two month long vacation at some fancy resort. “they are setting me up with some ceo’s daughter,” kaoru grumbles. kojiro only quirks his eyebrow, and his silent judgement is punished by a stray pillow thrown at his head. “i’m gay, for fucks sake!” kaoru grits, and dives back into his closet. kojiro squeezes around the pillow he just caught. they never discussed it - and kaoru never admitted anything. it’s not like kojiro didn’t know that kaoru liked men - that kaoru liked him, but it’s still weird to get a verbal confirmation. “maybe i should just tell them,” kaoru keeps talking, pulling a white cardigan off a hanger. it’s a garment that screams “my parents own a villa and three yachts”, and usually kojiro would comment on it, but kaoru’s words distract him. “why would you tell them?” he asks. he doesn’t know why he’s asking. kaoru looks up from the pile of clothes on the floor, and squints at him, as if he doesn’t know if kojiro’s serious. “it’s not like i have plans to get together with anyone else,” he answers. for a moment, they just stare at each other, kaoru the embodiment of confidence, kojiro not sure of what those words mean. the implications of the sentence hits both of them at the same time - kaoru’s face turns beet red, and kojiro hides behind the pillow.
- kaoru gets his lip pierced during that vacation. kojiro's is there to meet him at the airport, because kaoru’s parents are already on their way to some other business meeting. kojiro’s brain short-circuits when he sees kaoru; the silver lip ring matches the ear piercing, cold and shiny against pale skin (however kaoru managed not to get tan in fuckings spain is a mystery). his hair is longer than kojiro remembers it being, small sections braided here and there, pulled into a tall ponytail. he seems to have grown taller as well, but that might just be kojiro’s imagination. their eyes meet, and suddenly, kaoru’s arms are thrown around kojiro’s neck, and pink hair is everywhere, and a weight he didn’t know he was carrying lifts off kojiro’s shoulders. when kaoru finally pulls away, kojiro doesn’t think.
- they’re almost 17, and each other’s first kiss.
#matcha blossom#matchablossom#sk8#SK8 the Infinity#sk8 cherry blossom#sk8 cherry#sk8 cherry x joe#sk8 anime#sk8 matchablossom#sk8 headcanons#sk8 fanfiction#sk8 fanfic#sk8 joe#sk8 theory#sk8 the infinity headcanons#sk8 the infinity fanfic
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"Drama at S" ~ Cherry Blossom x reader x Joe
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You ran up to the gate out of breath and pulled down your hood, showing your badge to the people at the gate.
You had gotten caught up with work and rushed off once you realized that S was about to start, grabbing your rollerblades you skated off to meet your friends. Seeing a group of bright-haired people waving you over,
“Hey Y/N! You’re just in time!”
Reki called over to you and gave you a high five, Langa fist-bumping you as well. “Hi, guys! I’m glad I didn’t miss anything! I got off work a bit late, I thought I wasn’t going to make it.” You laughed and spotted Miya invested in his phone, looking up and waving at you, smiling. Skating over and handing him a portable battery,
“I know you always lose power during these matches, so here’s my portable charger! I brought it in case my phone died but luckily it didn’t.” “Oh, thanks! Ready for the beef? I heard it's going to be awesome!”
Agreeing you talked with the group, hearing the crowd around you loudly cheer and shout for someone. You were still relatively new to S, since you had started dating two of the skaters here and met the group that you came to know and love.
It was always a fun time whenever you came and it was certainly never dull, your two lovers competing for your attention.
“Look! It’s Cherry and Joe!”
“Ah! They’re here!”
“Tonights going to be awesome! Maybe we’ll see them skate!”
“They’re both gorgeously stunning as always! When are they not?!”
The last comment made you roll your eyes. You couldn't help but agree, they were both hopelessly attractive and you couldn't help but wonder why they chose to date you of all people. Of course you weren't complaining, but your self confidence wasn’t in the best shape.
You saw both of them spot your group and skate over, jumping off their boards to greet all of you. “Hi everyone, did we miss anything?” Reki and Langs shook their heads, Miya perking up and grabbing his board to talk with the group.
Kojiro turned his head to you and pulled you towards him, “Hey baby, glad you could make it. You look beautiful as always. Miss me?”
“Of course, I’d never miss this. We just saw each other earlier, how could you miss me already?” You laughed as he kissed your cheek, shyly turning away when the others made noises at your PDA.
“Well it’s hard not to when I want to be by your side 24/7.”
Feeling another hand on your shoulder, giving you another kiss on the opposite and his light pink hair coming into view, “I hate to agree with the dopey gorilla but our lover is right. How could we not want to spend as much time with you as possible when you’re perfect for us.”
You stood in between them and smiled with excitement, “Fair, you two are hard to stay away from. Maybe I’ll have to visit you both more.” They smiled and wrapped an arm around your waist. The others began to talk about who was going to race and how pumped they were.
Langa was giving Reki advice with Miya pitching in occasionally about a move that he’s taught the red head earlier. Not missing the quick peck that Langa gave him and seeing Reki’s face blush a bit, scanning the area to see if anyone saw.
Shadow was tuning his skateboard, making sure everything was in shape and chatting with your boyfriends.
You admired how Kaoru always looked perfect wherever he was and his long pink hair pulled back, his black mask covering his face and highlighting his gold eyes. Looking over at Kojiro, as per usual not wearing a shirt for some reason and showing off his body and tattoo, which never failed to fluster you and even still when you thought you had gotten used to it.
Both of them went together perfectly and matched each other like soulmates, despite the arguing that always ensued. You loved them both dearly and yet you still doubted your place in the relationship.
Which evidently was the only thing they agreed on, was that you belonged in their relationship and they wouldn't be the same without you. Leaning your head against Kojiro’s arm and closing your eyes contently, feeling him hum and rub your arm,
This was of course interrupted by a loud band from across the way, shocking you all and making you jump a bit, moving closer to Kaoru and Kojio. There was one person you were warned about by everyone and judging by everyone’s facing you were about to meet him,
“What a wonderful turnout! It seems we have a new face that little group brought, hm?” Reki stood closer to Langa and Miya moved closer to you three and Shadow, everyone seemingly being on guard. You saw the blue haired man skate towards you and circle you all, your lovers moving in front of you and anger painted on their faces.
He stopped in front of you and stepped off his board, closing the distance between you both but Cherry stepping in front of you,
“Step away before you start something you can’t finish.” “Oh! Someone special to you I’m guessing. Now I have to learn more~”
Joe stepped up next to Kaoru, “Trust me when he says that. We’re not letting you mess with them. Back off.” Miya moved closer to you and you put an arm around him, hugging teen. You knew about what had happened to him with Adam and needless to say you were pissed. Seeing Reki, Langa and Shadow move closer to the other two, you squeezed Miya tighter and stood your ground,
Adam frowned, “Okay, okay. I get it, they're important to you all. Well, I guess tonight’s not my night.” He went to skate away but turned back, “I will skate with you little mystery”
You shivered and looked down at Miya, shooting him a smile and pushed off towards the others, “So, that’s the creepy fucker that you warned me about. Yeah, I can see why,” Laughing nervously as the other shook off what happened and tried to enjoy the rest of your night.
After a couple matches you saw people whispering and pointing at you. Some of the girls and some guys gave you jealous looks as you scooted towards your boyfriends, trying to brush off the anxiety that now crawled up your back.
Kaoru noticed and gave you a look, silently asking what was wrong. You motioned to the other people staring at you and he looked around, seeing what you meant. Whispering in your ear,
“Don’t worry, darling, they're just jealous of us, but you’re ours. We’d have to be idiots to leave you. I mean look at you, this beautiful body and those luscious hips.” He laughed and continued, “ Hearing that voice cry out in pleasure when you climax on us, nothing could beat that divine sound~”
Instead of simply talking down your anxiety, Cherry leaned down and put a hand on the back of your neck, kissing you.
You made a noise of shock because this was the last thing you expected him to do but in hindsight it should have been on your radar. Closing your eyes and returning the kiss, hearing the people gasp and whisper around you even more.
He moved his hand, cupping your cheek and passionately deepened the kiss. Kaoru’s eyes open, adoring your blissful expression, no longer full of anxiety and flicking his attention to his lover. By now Kojiro had noticed people murmuring to themselves and getting whipped up, turning around to see what the big deal was,
“Hey!” He met Cherry’s eye and noticed the playfulness in his eyes, saying ‘come on, I dare you’. Chuckling to himself and stepping up the challenge. Pulling his boyfriend away from you and smirking, “Really think you could keep them all to yourself, four eyes? You should know how to share by now.”
You still were against Cherry with a hand around your waist, seeing his eyes flick to yours and then the crowd eagerly watching you. Getting the message, Joe’s gaze met yours and he pulled you against his chest, feeling his warm tan skin against your hands.
“Oh, so that’s what’s going on. I’m sorry baby, I thought you knew.” He lifted your chin with his fingers and closed the gap between you two so that you could feel his breath against your lips, “Let me make it clear to you,”
Kojiro kissed you softly and pulled you against him tighter, you wrapped your arms around his neck since he was so tall. Leaning in and returning the kiss immediately, running your hands through his short soft hair. You broke away for air and hid your face in your boyfriend's chest, a heavy blush covering your face.
Your lovers laughed at the disgusted responses from the teens and turned their attention to you. Some of the crowd started excitedly whispering amongst each other and you heard some chatter about how you all looked cute together and others expressed jealousy at both of them being taken by someone they’d never seen before. It didn’t matter to you as you tried to recover from what just happened and stared at the ground, your roller blades shifting back and forth from your small movements.
“Well, I never expected you both to do that.” They laughed again and pulled you between them, continuing to talk with the others.
As the night progressed you were talking to Reki about some of the skaters that had beefs with each other and how they each used a different technique to advance. You heard a buzzer go off and realized most people had already left, luckily including Adam.
You went to say goodbye to the red and blue teens and Miya who went to give back the portable charger, thanking you and saying his farewell as well. Going to put your headphones in and skate off, you saw that Shadow had already left, apparently having to help his coworker with something.
Kojiro and Kaoru were talking near the entrance, pausing when you came over, “Guess it’s time to say goodbye, huh?” They shared a look and the pink haired calligrapher spoke up,
“Kojiro had quite an idea and I thought it was wonderful as well. What do you say?” “Okay, sure. But what is it?”
Cherry took your hand and pulled you along, Joe skating next to you, “That is for us to know and you to find out, sweetheart.” Smiling as you pull ahead, they race behind you as you all head back to your shared home.
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For the fic writing exercise: How many times had Kojiro confessed his love for Kaoru by now?
How many times had Kojiro confessed his love for Kaoru by now?
He could think of at least ten instances off the top of his head, and he wondered whose fault it was that his words were never taken as the declaration of bone-deep, eternal devotion and passion that they were meant as.
Of course, he couldn’t blame Kaoru for not realizing it the first time, when the words “you dork” and a fit of laughter and backslapping had accompanied it, and Kaoru spitting soda everywhere after Kojio had first made him laugh while drinking had preceded it, but Kojiro had meant it deeply even then, first stricken by the depths of his feelings watching the most ethereally beautiful and graceful creature he would ever see in his life (with the sharpest mind and tongue he’d ever have the mixed privilege and misfortune to have keep him on his toes) constantly completely fall apart because he thought Kojiro’s dumb jokes were uproariously funny and Kojiro himself made him comfortable enough to let his guard down and be silly.
He couldn’t blame Kaoru for the times he confessed in hushed tones while the other was sleeping or his back was turned talking to someone else or he wasn’t even in the room either.
However, Kojiro didn’t feel like he was at fault for Kaoru ignoring or willfully misinterpreting it all the times he’d shouted it in his face in the middle of an argument, even when he was just using it as the trump card or quick end, or wrote it in cards that went with his gifts, or said it softly over dinner he’d made for both of them.
Then again, if he played devil’s advocate once more, Kojiro supposed that he could have problems of his own that he couldn’t take at face value any of the many, many times Kaoru had said it back with happy crinkles in his eyes, a reverent look, a hand combing through his hair, or even an exasperated shout that implied the words, “so now do you get it, ape?”
[Send me a first sentence, and I’ll add five lines to make a mini-fic]
#matchablossom#matcha blossom#kaoru sakurayashiki#kojiro nanjo#mutually pining idiots your honor#Anonymous#snippets
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“So, do you have a date tonight?” - Fuji to Kojio (ain't he smooth lol)
"Well ... I was supposed to go on a date with the person I like but get this: He started hitting on some random dude he bumped in to! Can you believe that?" he teased, feigning shock.
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Uoza Jyuunoji (Pisces) Squad Leader 12
Akua Jyuunoichi (aquarium) Squad Leader 11
Zodiac police.
His mission is to capture Kojiro and Ikkaku.
They were sent by General Leon.
They want to arrest Kojio for destroying a lab where shark experiments are being conducted.
and arrest Ikakku for breaking into Nanba
@rerererererereblog @namelpmet @notabizarrejojo @mao-number56
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Bts Ugh Easy Lyrics
Bts Ugh Easy Lyrics. Noran saramun naege gajang tukbyolhe. I can’t understand what people are sayin’.
BTS (방탄소년단) RM Suga Jhope UGH! (Easy Lyrics) YouTube from www.youtube.com
Nanu nuke uke nanu nuke uke nanu nagi ega duchan buno ye buno he nanun kojio yama neton gubu noye buno he, hey hey Look at my feet, look down. Ta dak to ta o ru nun.
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Pil si hwip sseullyeo ga get ji ye ye eum. Ta dak to ta o ru nun.
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Seems like if there’s no anger, then no one can live. Nan norul bomyo kumul kwo.
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O nu re son du ib jang. You can’t stop me lovin’ myself +.
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Oh tell me (o yah o yah, a yeh a yeh) mo ga nol heng bok ka ge ha nun ji. Original lyrics of 욱 (ugh!) (english translation) song by bts.
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I’m raging at the rage that had to die out i’m raging at the rage that had to die out (yeah yeah) [chorus: Gatun marul hago isotdon goya urin.
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V, rm, jimin] mol ojogo jojogo toduro desyo. Gi rum e da ki jo ne.
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Look at my feet, look down. Oh tell me (o yah o yah, a yeh a yeh) mo ga nol heng bok ka ge ha nun ji.
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You can call me artist (artist) you can call me idol (idol) a ni mot ton da run (da run) mo ra het do i don’t care (i’m proud) i’m proud of it (proud of it) nan ja yu rom ne (ja yu rom ne) Jame so nunul tun yeo gin to o di.
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I’m raging at the rage that had to die out i’m raging at the rage that had to die out (yeah yeah) [chorus: Pil si hwip sseullyeo ga get ji ye ye eum.
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Nanu nuke uke nanu nuke uke nanu nagi ega duchan buno ye buno he nanun kojio yama neton gubu noye buno he, hey hey You can’t stop me lovin’ myself +.
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Mul gi si jak ha myeon dung dung dung dong ne bugi dwae dung dung dung. 잠시 (telepathy) (easy lyrics) album:
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I ro na ni hwi chong i nun mom. Gajang gipun bame dobin nanun byolbit.
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O nu jang dan e mat chwo ya doel ji. Mul gi si jak ha myeon dung dung dung dong ne bugi dwae dung dung dung.
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Gi rum e da ki jo ne. Onure sonsu ipjang hasine gonsul yeah.
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Pil si hwip sseullyeo ga get ji ye ye eum. Noran saramun naege gajang tukbyolhe.
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Original lyrics of 욱 (ugh!) (english translation) song by bts. Tuk tuk geon deu ne gwaen si ri tuk tuk yeah.
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Gatun marul hago isotdon goya urin. Gure ugh (ugh) ugh (ugh) ugh kera ugh buro jilte kaji gure ugh kera ugh.
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Pil shi hwip sul yo. Jo byol duldo bulbido anin.
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Original lyrics of 욱 (ugh!) (english translation) song by bts. I get angry at that anger that should’ve gotten lost/turned off.
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I can’t understand what people are sayin’. Noran saramun naege gajang tukbyolhe.
Hwipsuryo Gagetji Ye Ye Um.
Pil si hwip sseullyeo ga get ji ye ye eum. Look at my feet, look down. Mon jo ji bo sam ki ne.
That Way You Go Crazy Ugh Ugh Ugh Ugh.
Oh text me (o yah o yah, o yeh o yeh) your every picture. I’m raging at the rage that had to die out i’m raging at the rage that had to die out (yeah yeah) [chorus: Onure sonsu ipjang hasine gonsul yeah.
Ga Get Ji Ye Ye Eum.
Original lyrics of 욱 (ugh!) (english translation) song by bts. You can’t stop me lovin’ myself +. O jom seo ul to new york or paris.
Gure Ugh (Ugh) Ugh (Ugh) Ugh Kera Ugh Buro Jilte Kaji Gure Ugh Kera Ugh.
Watch official video, print or download text in pdf. Nan norul bomyo kumul kwo. Get angry, get angry again, get angry.
V, Rm, Jimin] Mol Ojogo Jojogo Toduro Desyo.
O nu re son du ib jang. I’m raging at the rage that had to die out i’m raging at the rage that had to die out (yeah yeah) [chorus: Tadak to taorunun jo bulsi.
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Café @ Kojio, Juiz de Fora - MG . . . Terepia pros dias turbulentos.
#vsco#vscocam#coffee#café#cafein#job#sunlight#afternoon#goldenhour#photographers on tumblr#photography by me#autorias#autoral
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ホタル狩り（２） 福岡県うきは市浮羽町「小塩」
Firefly hunting (2) - Kojio, Ukiha Town Ukiha City Fukuoka pre.
ひと月前の投稿で、熊本の「一つ目水源｣までホタルを見に行ったけれど時期が遅かった話しをしました。今回もホタル狩りのお話、第2弾です。
ホタル見物といえば、2017年の大水害までは朝倉地区へよく出かけていました。しかし、そのホタルの川も災害の中心となってしまったのです。
そんな折りに見つけたのが、朝倉地区とは筑後川をはさんで対岸にあたる浮羽地区のホタル情報でした。浮羽から日田市方向に進んだ山の中にある小塩地区でホタル祭りが開かれるとのことでした。今年は6月7日（金）と8日（���）の開催でした。
私は訪れたのはそれよりも早く、訪れた時間帯も遅かったからか、ホタルの飛翔はわずかでした。この時すでに一つ目水源のホタルは盛りを過ぎており、場所によってこんなに時期が違うものなのか～、と思った次第でした。
ホタル狩りはその場所場所のベストな期間があって、そのタイミングをねらって訪れないといけないんだなぁと…。人も多いんだろうな～。
写真は昼間に一度行ってみたときのものです。夜はまちがっても車でないと行けません。狭くはありませんが山道を行きます。集落を抜ける箇所など、コースによっては道幅が狭いところもあります。浮羽側の山北交差点 ( Yamakita intersection ) から県道105号を登るか、国道210号をまっすぐ日田市方向に進み、途中の白手橋 ( Shiratebasi ) の信号を右折して県道105号を戻るかたちで登るかの２コースで行けます。アベレージ速度は白手橋からの進入でしょうか。
話は違いますが、かつて筑後川に沿いには筑後軌道という軽便鉄道が走っていました。その廃線跡が、例えば白手橋交差点の近くなどにあるようです。いつか探索してみたいものです。
ホタル祭りのときは川の対岸にある小学校の校庭がなどが駐車場として開放されます。
上：福岡側から見た白手橋 ここを右折します。
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A gift for my bro Kojios. 💛
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Thank you all for taking an interest in my work. I hit 200 followers a week or two ago, and I wanted to come up with some small way to show my appreciation for all of you wonderful people. I sadly do not have the time to make something unique, like a celebration drawing. So, I felt that showing some of the work I’ve been doing on my game would suffice. Stick around, everyone, the next few months are going to be incredible. I hope you all enjoy these little teasers for the game <3
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My entry for the LOWREZJAM on https://itch.io https://kojio.itch.io/to-the-cheese
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Practicing pixelart with sonic the hedgehog!
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