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Time skip Ivy and Maddie
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Solar and twilight: are you guys ok?
The magic surrounding Mr.K's wings slowly turn into a mist with weird symbols in it and break apart as it disappears. Although Cyrian looks tired as the time passes by, but once it's completely gone Nathalyon picked up K and put him down on to a couch to rest while.
Sir Nathalyon: Kaz... Cyrian went back, he got slightly drained. I'll also go and issue a search for Neesha. If you need anything contact me my friend... *said the unicorn and headed out with Cyrian to make sure he is also fine*
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AM ACCATUDLY DOING REAL ART AND NOT BS???
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Im sûre at 70% that he is an ex-yakuza.
Mr.K : @velona-pony-fashion
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my throat hurts really bad and I cant sleep so have some law of Ueki headcanons
KOBAYASHI- 32 years old
Anxiety
Kind of a goofball, the other celestials love it
He sways when he's nervous
He's kind of oblivious, not stupid, just oblivious
He needs noise at all times
He hates libraries
He is a trans male
He is bisexual
He LOVES riding trains. No reason, it just makes him really happy
He can't have kids, so he treats his students like they're his children
He's got a weird sense of humor
He's forgetful, so he calls everyone by nicknames
He has asthma
Loves frogs
INU MARU- 29 years old
Loves bugs and cows
Incredibly interested in astrology
Loves music
Hates when people cry, he never knows how to help
He carries around Kobayashi's inhaler
Him and Kobayashi are in love with each other, but they fight so much that they don't try to get together
Pets all of his friends
Very skinny, he has trouble gaining weight
gets cold easily
Always eating popcorn
Pays for most of Kobayashi's things
Yotchan (Yodogowa)- 31 years old
FRANTIC
Mumbles to himself a lot
Schizophrenia
Wasn't treated too good as a kid, it affected him a lot
Likes washing dishes
Watches cartoons to calm himself
Always carries a clipboard
He acts like a teacher's pet but... A teacher
A total nerd
Hates Stranger Things (same😔)
Easily bothered
Gets excited easily
He chews his nails when he's overstimulated
He sleeps a lot
Be expecting WAY more of these
I'm exhausted, gn love y'all ❤️❤️
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This is coddakji, a character by the Korean stationary company mr. k. Translated into English her name means “snot” (her name is Korean is 코딱지). I do not know very much about Korean stationary, so it was a lot of fun to discover her and all the other mr. k characters. I can’t get over her name i love it so much <33
top img credit: https://seasons-guide.ltd/collection/
bottom img credit: @visitnymph on depop
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Mr. K loses his Airpods
#dark rabbit bloody bunny#bloody bunny the first blood#bloodybunny#bloody bunny the game#bloody bunny#mr.k bloody bunny#prototype mumu
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OKEY so we've established that video game characters can come through to nevada whatev whatev. but what if some of the player's streamer friends came through? i can imagine the player standing there like "oh shit i think we're in nevada" and jerma being like "okay lol let's go hit up the slots" or them referencing a stream in passing, like "mm 985 dollhouse lane... should be around here somewhere" just the player sharing a connection with the other streamer that the main four don't have simply because they haven't spent wnough time with the player. that was a wordy sentence anyway. i think that the energy that accumulates just from being around two creators on twotch.tv would be enough to kill church and jorge easily
Omg, this would be so chaotic lmao. I'm assuming that most of the streamers the Player is friends with wouldn't even know that much about madcom to begin with, so you'd have to actually educate them on who/what everyone was and what's currently happening. Then, of course, there's the whole being snatched into another world when they have real-life obligations, which is another issue.
But besides that, it does provide a way for your vessels to see how you interact with your streamer friends. Like with Jerma, just the amount of weird references and inside jokes you could make would e ridiculous, and they'd sound so outlandish to anyone who doesn't have context. For example, if you were to notice one of them glaring at him, you might say something like "Careful, don't leer too much or he'll throw you into a meat grinder" with the most nonchalant tone possible and you both kinda laugh at the reference. But the grunts are just so confused. (What does that even mean? What meat grinder? Is this guy a murderer? What-)
The boys honestly feel like a collective third wheel, and the same can be said about your other vessels too. They don't have the same connection with you that the streamer has, and with all your jokes and references, they're reminded of it constantly. Again, I can definitely see Doc and the others actually helping to find a way to get them home, just so your attention isn't spent on your friend lmao.
#tw: yandere#there are so many streamers that this could go a lot differently depending on who you pick#so this is just a broad summary ig#I am reminded by this that Mr.K streams and it would be *really* weird if it was him lmao#ask#nevadancitizen
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boo Deni at band with hotspot jumpscare anyways have some quotes
Also Mr. K ( band director ) has a sledgehammer atm :3
Dude what the hell happens at your band FJFJF /lh
#“Do you want a seagull” “no I want my life back” BAHAHAHA#oh my god dude those are brilliant#I too wonder if Mr.K is okay#answering asks#denieatsart asks#deni!!
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I wanna know how you got those scars.
~~Mr.K's small story arc has begun, be warned you might see pain, violence, blood, language~~
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yeah sure having to write three 400 word journal entries in one day without using the words am, is, are, was, or were is hard. but you know whats harder? working on a fic for months and agonizing over movements and character choices and locations and dialogue and headcanons and then rewatching the show and still not even being halfway done. and then putting your idea for the fic in chatgpt because you're curious and seeing it type out a 400 word scene in a few seconds. ugh.
#the 400 word journal entries were an actual assignment i had to do#it was hard but it made me a better writer lol thanks again mr.k#this is just a rant#chatgpt just does everything so fast and it honestly sounds pretty good#but its cheesy#i guess my fic might be bad but it sure feels more human and everything i did in it had so much intent behind it#tua#the umbrella academy#allison hargreeves#hargreeves siblings#diego hargreeves#luther hargreeves#viktor hargreeves#klaus hargreeves
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here's the stage schedule for mahi mahi resort. no idea who any of these bands are except for the last one (C-Side). one of them is probably the name of the jellyfish band that plays "Whats your Style?" but idk what time it is canonically when we play on mahi in-game so no idea of knowing their name.
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I think The Law of Ueki needs attention. Specifically Kobayashi.
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You should make the millionare a virgin loser who doesnt know the touch of anything but his own hand and then slut reader outtttt. Make it fresh u kno?
Teaser(?)
His fingertips traced down the curve of your spine, caressing the skin that was presented to him. Calloused pads trailed along blemishes and marks like the most stunning of paintings, mapping each and every feature.
His nose bumped into the curve of your shoulder, nuzzling against the skin as he exhaled. His body cooled from the previous heat and steam of late night activities. And though he yearned for more, his mind craved the comfort of just laying together.
But all good things come to an end. The sound of a small ding coming from your phone, roused you to sit up from the silk sheeted bed. Your fingers rubbed against the sores of your muscles as you reached for the infuriating device, the bright light blinding you amidst the dark room for merely a moment before you swiped through your lock screen. He watched intently as your eyes fluttered over the text.
“Mm…It seems I have to go, Mr. K..” Your voice soothed his senses, though your words made his eyes narrow. Only slightly.
Another client.
Often times, he wondered if you did these things to taunt him. If you somehow knew of his infatuation, and paraded yourself around this way to mock him for his cowardice.
And as he bit back the urge to call you back, to tempt you back into his arms so you could sleep in each others embrace. So he could savor the feel of your skin and the smell of your hair. He believed this to be even further the case, as he was made to watch you re-dress in preparation to leave him. Alone. Again.
But he did nothing. Not even a noise of acknowledgment, leading you to believe he may have fallen asleep.
Kane was not a beggar.
Your bare feet padded across the cold wooden floor of the bedroom, and you shivered. You wanted to go back to the bed, to swaddle yourself in it’s expensive warmth. But, you needed the money. And while one night with Mr.K would hold you over for well into a month, you couldn’t stop a small seed of greed to sprout through your heart.
“I’ll pay double.”
You stopped, hand just about curved around the golden, cold handle of the door. Perhaps you had misheard?
“Im sorry?”
You turned back, nearly jumping at the sight of dark grey eyes that bore deep into your flesh. Mr.K was not an expressive man. Not even in the most intimate of actions did his facade fail him. Hardly even a noise. You often wondered if you pleased him the way he did you.
Mr.K was a very skilled lover, despite having admitted to never laying with another before you. He was attentive in ways none of your clients had ever been. Learning the in’s and out’s of your body, seemingly rapt in your pleasure more so than his own.
“I’ll pay double.”
Your lips pursed in confusion. “Double..what?”
Mr.K did not beg. He asked for very little.
“Double whatever your client is paying. If you stay tonight.”
Your skin tingled. And the offer was deliciously tempting. “It would be bad for business if I canceled now..” that was only partially true.
The air felt warmer then it had before. Your previously cooles skin now feeling hot, under the intense gaze of the man before you.
“Triple.”
Spit lodged in your throat and you choked, eyes widening momentarily, and for just a second you swore a flash of amusement had invaded those cold eyes. “Th-that’s…is there something..you want to do?” Paying so much usually meant the request would be something…more unsavory.
“Rest with me. Then, tomorrow we’ll go out together. For a date.”
That couldn’t be all?
But it was.
With a soft heart for the quiet man before you, you undressed once again and slipped beneath the now cold duvet, exhaling in tired awe at the comfort it swaddled you in.
Your skin tingled as a hot breath beat down on it, and as fingers traced against your skin and through your hair once again. Gentle kisses littered your collar and neck.
It was romantic in a way. Despite him being one of your clients, time with him always felt a bit special. A bit more intimate.
You knew Kane was a lonely man. You often wondered why he never sought out a wife for the comfort he seems to crave.
But, as his strong warm arms curved around your waist, and pulled you flush against his chest, you found yourself a bit selfishly happy about that fact.
Sleep came easily to you that night, under the intense gaze of the man beside you.
Your client stopped responding to you the following morning.
(I lost the plot so we’ll call this part 1 before delving into this guys psyche some more)
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