Pr0bably My Best Page.~ I'm Better At Drawing Skeles For Some Reason, Haha.~

Pr0bably my best page.~ I'm better at drawing skeles for some reason, haha.~

Guess this is my sign to stop being a lazy lil shit with my art.~

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Adobe Tells Users They Can Get Sued for Using Old Versions of Photoshop

"You are no longer licensed to use the software," Adobe told them.

I caN’T-

Mondo: bro, we are rivals. It’s ok to pin me up against a wall. I’m ur nemesis. I hate you. ... bro, we are kiss ing now . . No don’t stop bro .. bro ...

My art becomes trash after I outline it, haha.~ sorry for the post spam, haha.~

List Of Request Themes??

Kk, soooo I've decided to start writing on here.~ It will be a mixture of me reposting my stories from Wattpad to here and taking requests if I'm lucky enough to get any.~ This is a list of all the things I'll write for!~

Danganronpa

Undertale (I know a LOT of AUs)

One Piece (I'm caught up on anime and manga)

Naruto

BNHA

ATLA

MCU

Gravity Falls

Camp Camp

Good Omens

One Punch Man

Be More Chill

Dear Evan Hansen

Demon Slayer

Mob Psycho

I'm sure there are more, I watch and read too many things to inherently remember, but this is just based off of my Pinterest boards.~ The truest form of one's own self desires.~ Don't look for it.~ So just slide into my DMs real smooth like or send a formal submission, if you want a story.~ Love you dearies.~

🖤💙(Fuyuhiko x Reader) The Shitty Dancer and a Baby💙🖤 Part 1

Key:

💚 = Lime/Lil Spicy

💛 = Lemon

💙 = Sad

❤️ = Angsty (won't do many of these unless prompted)

💜 = Fluff

💔 = Heartbreak (rare)

🖤 = Normal

Found out about combat dancing and Baby Gangsta literally popped into my head because he would think this is hella cool, probably.~ Also, I'm like 80% sure that the parts that get into MC's past isn't angst, just regular old sad, but correct me if I'm wrong!~

Part 2

WARNINGS: Mentions of illegal activities, Fuyuhiko is in this chapter with no cap, mention of potential child trafficking, panic attack, alludes to abuse.

Music is a delicate art form.

    A symphonic concoction of basses, trebles, and mid-tones that has the ability to make or break some people's moods. It can make you sad, mad, energized, sleepy, happy, content, loved, and everything in between by either the harmonic beat or the meaningful words.

    For me, it's a lifestyle and everything I do that can be done with music is done so. You'll always find me with some way of listening to music, such as: my studio headphones on one ear, listening to music alone, the same headphones with the ear cups turned outward to play my music aloud, or a simple set of quality earbuds.

    Going old school most of the time, I always sport a small (F/C) (Favorite Color) SanDisk MP3 Player equipped with a 128 GB MicroSD card so I don't run my phone battery down all the time. Also, an MP3 player is small and light enough to stay on my person while I dance.

    Technically, you're supposed to buy music and then download music to it buuuut there are plenty of conversion sites that say otherwise. Like the law cares about a few thousand pirated songs when there is a literal SHSL Yakuza, SHSL Biker Gang Leader, and SHSL Serial Killer running around here they could be arresting. Or as I like to call them, the "Baby", "Cornhead", and "Yandere" respectively.~

But only in my head.

They're kinda scary.

    I consider myself an ambivert that's relatively chill with everyone, I don't bother you, you don't bother me. If I had to dub someone my "friend" in the entire class, I would have to say Gundham Tanaka, I suppose. We share things in common. School is a loose concern to me since I have my dancing to focus on; that is what they recruited us for so we should be focusing on our talents more than whether x needs to be solved or not.

    Besides, my dance style is a mix of hip hop and capoeira (an Afro-Brazilian martial art that combines elements of dance, acrobatics and music), making it that much harder. It's base, Taiji (a Chinese martial art), requires a strong upper and lower body in order to perform the capoeira moves like they're supposed to be done, which takes a long time to build up. To an untrained eye, it may just seem like I'm doing fast paced spins and high kicks mixed with street dancing, but if you were to get in the way of me spin kicking, you would be knocked back 10 feet and sporting a broken something.

    Just as the generalized title of "combat dancing" entails, it's mainly a form of alluring fighting. When a trained martial artist, like my underclassman, Sakura, watches me dance, they see the muscle movement and intense power my seemingly soft body hides. It's a subtle, yet powerful form of fighting that incorporates the best art form, in my opinion, music.

    Practicing is done almost anywhere I can without hurting anyone but also where people can see me since I've noticed many like to watch me in curiosity. Which brings me to where I am now: training. Or least wanting to. You see, the court yard is the perfect place to practice established moves, train, and try out new combo moves since the grass cushions my inevitable falls.

(Ignore my horrible attempt at picture altering.~ I overlayed the clothes different colors and colored the gloves gray.~ And don't mind that she's pinkish, I was having fun.~)

    Generally, I try to wear clothes that are fitted and breathable, but also stylish without being too revealing. . . which results in me wearing carefully selected, Korean style clothing. Apparently the Koreans dance more than Japanese, which makes a lot of sense since we're kinda boring, but it's still inconvenient. Muscle is apparently something they don't account for, though, since I'm a large; what are they doing, marketing to skeletons??

Anyways, moving on.~

    Back to wanting to train in the court yard; there's someone in my usual spot. Remember how I said that I called Fuyuhiko, the SHSL Yakuza, "Baby"?

Well, Baby is in my training spot.

    Now, I've never actually talked to the guy, but he seems like his scary attitude is all a facade and whatnot, the tsundere type, though that doesn't mean I want anything to do with the yakuza. I like my life a bit more than death by my own stupidity, thank you. Nothing against him, just his title, though he is kinda cute.

    I was weighing my options as I stood from afar, watching him and Peko interact over her phone on the park bench. The main one to be cautious of was her since I knew she was skilled with her shinai, even if it was only bamboo; also, I don't like fighting people with my talent. Not anymore. The cold chill that ran down my back told me that she had noticed me staring already, although it was more of an absent gaze while I thought about how much I wanted to put up with today. I'll just ask, the worst he'll do is to tell me to fuck off in which I promptly will do so to a different tree.

    Before I could even open my mouth and say something as I got close, Fuyuhiko, who had seen me advancing lazily towards them and was already glaring at me, spoke up.

"Oi, what the fuck do you want, bitch?"

'Oh joy. I'm a bitch now.'

    Having to force myself not to roll my eyes out of habit, I just loosely gesture to the tree with my gloved hand before speaking in a drawled voice. I felt a bit tested by his degrading tone which is not what I thought would happen since I deal with Twogami all the time.

"Uh, just came to ask your highness if he and Peko could uh maybe move from my training spot?~"

    A small smile barely lifted the corners of my lips as I slightly mocked the yakuza boy. Even if it was a small name, it still did the trick in eliciting him to stand up quickly in front of me. His face was almost in mine since I was near his height while slouched.

"What the hell did you just call me?! Do you know who I am?!"

"Yeah, someone who doesn't train and is in my training spot, so is that a yes or no?" He had grabbed a fistful of my fitted, purple shirt at this point, and I tensed up at the sudden contact, but kept staring at him with only a hint of annoyance showing by my furrowed eyebrows.

"Fuyuhiko, please wait," 'A new player enters the game.'

    My (e/c) irises glide from the angry, blonde Pomeranian to the calmer, gray wolf behind him that was still seated. We shared a gaging once over look to try and ascertain each other's hostility. 'This is a little interesting.' Peko stood up but didn't move close; she didn't seem worried. I wonder why.

"Fuyuhiko, this is a girl from our class, (Y/N). She is the Ultimate Combat Dancer,"    

    Fuyuhiko, still wrinkling my perfectly good shirt, glanced at her for a second, probably wondering why she was saying this.

"Fucking and?! I can beat her up anyways if she keeps talking shit!"

    How weird, now that I was the object of his anger, Fuyuhiko didn't seem all that scary, actually he was a bit adorable with his little angry face, but his personality made me. . . uncomfortable. But despite that, his body language was relatively easy to read. Just by his jerky movements, flitting eyes, and stiff, not tense, muscles, I could tell: 'He's forcing it.'

"Hey, I don't wanna fight, hun, just train. Also, it would be nice if you stopped wrinkling my shirt, please and thank you," Adding a bit of sweetness to my tone, I held myself back from removing his hand myself. I don't like touching people, especially not in these situations.

    Peko looked at Fuyuhiko's angered form for a few moments with a searching gaze before going back to analyzing me like a fellow opponent. 'Oh boi-'

"What do you do to train?" She asked, leaving no room in her commanding voice for me to decline answering. Also, in my position with her cute, angered puppy being this close to strangling me, it would not have been in my best interest to not answer at all either.

    So I loosely answered the question with a reply that may or may not have been entirely accurate.

"Y'know, usual dance training stuff. Some punchy-punches, a couple o' kicky-kicks, maybe one or two swishity-swishes around in the air with my feet. Standard stuff." 'Dumb. As. Fuck.' I was lying to a boy who could have me killed by nightfall and a girl whose regular stare was about ice me over. What a thrill!~

'I regret everything.'

"Stop fucking around and answer her damn question, bitch!!"

    That was apparently the second straw that broke the already dead camel's back, and now I could see Fuyuhiko pulling his arm back to punch me in the jaw. 'Sigh, I hate this, why am I so stupid? There are plenty of other trees around here! But I just had to be special and want this fucking one. Way to go me.' Peko made no move to stop him, seemingly already resigned to my fate, but I was not gonna stand here and let a baby clock me. I had dignity. It's somewhere in my bed and under my covers, but I knew I had it so that was enough reason to react.

    Without any effort, after years of training and practice, I swiftly swerve my head back and out of his little fist's line of trajectory, followed closely by me pivoting on my left foot while my right leg swung straight up in the air. It passed right between me Fuyuhiko, breaking his grip on my shirt, before I landed in a squatted stance facing away from them. My hat fell off. I just stared at it on the ground blankly. 'I think I'll go hang out with Gundham for a little in the barn.'

"Don't touch me, please." Is all I said in a flat tone before promptly walking away just as lazily as I had came, leaving my hat on the ground. Neither of my hands left my pockets.

'I'm tired.'

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Fuyuhiko's POV:

'What the hell was that?'

    All I could do was watch as (Y/N) walked away from me, uncaring like she didn't just dodge my punch and break my hold on her in less than 20 seconds. I didn't know what happened until she was already walking away and the shock blocked all energy I would've had to yell or go after her. Turning slowly to look at Peko, I could see she was on edge with her shinai out and ready to use. Guess she didn't anticipate what that bitch did either.

"You saw that too, right Peko? She just fucking dodged my punch and kicked my hand away!" Anger started to simmer back into me. 'Who the fuck does she think she is?! Nobody does. . whatever the hell that was to the Ultimate Yakuza, and gets away with it!'

"Young master, please do not get too upset yet. May I see your hand? I want to see if she hurt you."

Despite my entire being wanting to go find where she slunk off to, Peko's concerned voice reigned my anger in. I sighed before giving her my hand and slumping back down on the bench. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt despite it just being kicked. Peko's calloused yet slender hands gently held mine and turned them around for inspection. It was getting weirdly long.

"Peko? I don't think there's anything wrong, it doesn't hurt, what are you-?"

"That's the thing, young master, there are no abrasions, bruises, or even redness of a soft hit at all. It is strange because it looked like she swung her foot up on your fist to disconnect it from her shirt. Did you feel her kick you?" Her piercing red eyes switched from examining my hand to questioning my gold ones as I thought.

'I never did feel her foot connect with my hand, just her leg coming between her chest and my hand and. . oh shit!' I had just realized where my hand was. 'My knuckles were basically pressed into her chest! She didn't even flinch, what the hell?!' By now, I'm sure my entire face was red at my own thoughts which made Peko fret.

"Y-Young master?! Are you okay, did she hit you somewhere else?!"

    Sneering at myself for getting so embarrassed like this, I jumped up from the bench to snatch (Y/N)'s abandoned hat off of the ground.

"Let's go f-find that bitch!!" Is all I could say before storming off in the same direction (Y/N) went with Peko presumably following after.

'Fucking girls!!'

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Your POV:

'Gosh, what an awful fucking idea that was. The way he aggressively handled me-'

'(Y/N), GET THE FUCK OUT HERE!! IF YOU DON'T, SOMETHING BAD MIGHT JUST HAPPEN AT HOME!!'

'There were things Gundham and I had in common...'

    A tired sigh slipped through my lips as I approach the barn where I could already hear Gundham's familiarly eccentric, deep voice talking to the animals. This guy was, oddly enough, one of the only people I considered normal. At least according to my standards which might not say much because my standards were fucked up loooong ago. Hearing his yelling that was apparently directed at the goat, Kazu, brought a small smile to my lips as I slid open the door.

"No, you all-eating fiend! My scarf is NOT fit for your consumption!! Release your deathly grip at once or I shall- STOP CHEWING!!"

    Seeing Gundham Tanaka, the oh so "Forbidden One" playing a game of tug-o-war with a hungry, brown goat was the funniest thing I could see right now. All previous thoughts of anything that just happened were pushed out of mind as I laughed to announce my presence. My laughter apparently caught the human player off guard, allowing the goat to tug him forward and onto the hay covered floor. This obviously elicited further laughter that I couldn't not ensue at this point.

    Using one hand to take off my camouflage, crossbody backpack and toss it on the pile of hay to the left, I outstretched the other to reach down and pick "the ruler of Hell" off the floor. He was light for me and my hands barely touched him for long while bringing him to his feet. Even though we're comfortable with each other, we still respect each other's boundaries; which, for us, still means little to no touching unless needed or requested 

The Oreo haired boy huffed and glared sideways at the goat that was watching us while enjoying the remainder of his portion of Gundham's now torn scarf. He mumbled "ancient" curses under breath while dusting himself off before turning his attention towards me, a little more calmed down.

"Hello, child of Terpsichore! What brings you to my domain here upon the schooling grounds? Is this not the hour of which you ritually practice your dark art of rhythmic combat?"

    Something that never made sense was how people couldn't decipher the Ultimate Breeder's speech, he isn't that hard to understand. As long as you have a grasp of diverse vocabulary, all he does is reform his sentence structure differently than most people. Though, I still don't know who 'Terpsichore' is, so I should look it up to make sure he's not calling me a demon or something. He called me 'Ares' once just because I killed a big spider on my desk, like I was just gonna let it crawl all over me with it little fucking spider paws! Fuck. No. Unfortunately my lack of knowledge in Greek mythology allowed him to keep calling me that until I looked it up, and threatened to return him to Hell with my fists if he didn't stop.

"Yeah, but plans change sometimes. Life has its own plan." 'Bull. Shit.'

Gundham stopped and eyed me with a narrowed gaze. Taking a step towards me, he looked me over fully before staring into my eyes, which I averted quickly. That was all he needed to see.

"Do not spew your dirty lies towards me, for I know and see all! Tell me the truth of why you are not practicing your dark arts, lest I cast a spell that forces it out!" 'Fuck-'

He sounded threatening but this was his way of being concerned. I mean, I wasn't entirely trying to hide it since I knew he was bound to pick up on my forced behavior. Having people that cared was troublesome sometimes.

A soft sigh brought on a sudden tiredness as I let my half smile fade to a neutral position, and my body freefall backwards into the hay where my backpack was. Gundham said nothing more and quietly sat beside me, albeit a bit more gracefully, to wait for me to answer him. Thinking back on the whole conversation between Fuyuhiko, Peko, and I made me cringe as more unwanted memories resurfaced. This silent reaction only made Gundham furrow his eyebrows more.

"Are you-?"

"Memories suck. Like a bitch."

My blunt tone and sudden interruption seemed to have taken him aback for a second before he went back to, most likely, silently worrying. He stayed quiet for longer this time, waiting for me to continue. Guess I should do that then.

But the world decided that wasn't happening just yet. Yay!~

"Aha! There she is! I knew she'd be here with that fucking weirdo!"

'Oh joy, the object of my pain.'

Unconsciously, I clenched my hands and jaw in slight anger that he had the audacity to come after me. What did he want from me, a fucking fried dough cookie? I could hear the stomps of the Pomeranian growing closer and just barely the soft steps of Miss Wolf behind him as I forced myself to sit up, probably looking like a hot mess right now.

Being the dramatic yet observant person he is, Gundham bounded up from his spot on the hay to act as a human barrier between me and the duo who stopped at his sudden interference.

"Halt! Your disgusting presence is not welcome in this peaceful domain! Leave before true hell descends upon you both with the wrath of a thousand suns!!" This made Baby mad. Heh.

"Move the fuck out of the way, bastard! I'm here because of her, not you, now scram! Or else I'll take you out first!"

Peko chimed in, much quieter than her puppy, "(Y/N) we would like to speak to you."

"Fuahahahahaha!~ I would like to see you try and lay a single filthy finger on the child of Terpsichore or I, the Forbidden One, for we have traversed and conquered Hell many times over!! So do your worst, mortal!~"

Even if I couldn't see him, I was sure his 'try me bitch' face was being worn. He was so sweet sometimes. Though. . . what Fuyuhiko was trying to do for the second time today was not so sweet.

And it made my blood boil.

Once again, this proclaimed Yakuza raised his fist in a way to settle things with violence. Same as earlier. The only difference was that Peko tried to stop it with words, but he wasn't listening.

'My turn.'

Feeling my anger surge up after all this time of repressing it from both what happened earlier and my brought up past, I couldn't stop it. He was about to hurt my only true "friend". I knew Gundham could take care of himself, but that rational thought had no place in my frenzy of momentary bloodlust.

My whole body rolled onto my back as I popped myself off the ground and onto my feet. I was sure everyone could feel my change in demeanor. Good.

Gundham, unsurprisingly, avoided the punch and stepped back. At seeing me on my feet now, in a hostile stance, he tried to stop me as Peko did with Fuyuhiko.

"Knight, you must not let your rage consume you! The object of your fury holds less worth than a cockroach!"

"Fuck off. He's dead. He should have learned his lesson earlier."

At hearing my fuming reply to Tanaka, a harsh contrast to my lazy voice from our first encounter, Peko quickly got between Fuyuhiko and I with her shinai out.

"Stop. I will not hesitate to fight you. No one will hurt my young master."

Without thinking, I started attacking the swordswoman with her doing the same but probably with more sensibility. A fast and hard high kick was sent towards her head, consecutively followed by another. My movements were fluid as every individual stance flowed into each other seamlessly; unfortunately each potential strike was blocked by my opponents' shinai skillfully, allowing no hits to land.

"Baby should have thought of that before he started swinging!"

"Leave Peko alone, you're mad at me, right?!"

She was holding back, I could feel only the flat edge of her shinai coming in contact with my legs, feet, and arms. No offense attacks from her yet, only defense.

"Why is violence your only answer?! Stop being a coward!"

"Shut the fuck up! You don't know anything about me, bitch!"

Every further word I yelled made my movements heavier. My grief harder to hold in. I wasn't just fighting because of Fuyuhiko, and who I was actually fighting was starting to become a blurred concept.

"You can't punch your way out of every situation! I told you not to touch me! You don't listen!"

My legs gave out underneath me for a fake fall backwards to avoid Peko's thrust at my head, her first offensive attack, which I quickly turned into a tornado kick by springing back onto my hands. The sudden turnaround allowed me to knock her weapon away since she didn't expect the transition.

"I understand you are upset, (Y/N), but please control yourself! You can not let your past poison the potential your future holds!"

"You can't hurt him anymore!" I screamed with a breaking, dry voice at no one in particular anymore as I land onto one foot and keep the other in the air.

    Our ending stances had me with my left foot positioned in the air, poised right at her neck, and my knee bent so at any moment I could strike a final blow. The stance left me balancing on my right foot, something I've done with ease for years now. . . but this time I fell. All the different emotions brought up today made me weak all of a sudden and collapse straight to the floor on my back. My brother rushed forward, kneeling at my side as he gingerly moved me to be propped up against his legs. Rasping sobs filled in the sudden quiet, save for the rustling of the animals in the barn. Everyone was focused on me.

"Hey. . . is she okay?"

    I could feel Gundham's body stiffen at Fuyuhiko's voice of sudden concern. Through blurry eyes and starting tears, I saw the glower he gave the short boy.

"Leave, Fuyuhiko and Peko."

    The addressed stayed silent as I only heard the light footsteps of Peko move to the right to retrieve her shinai immediately before accompanying Fuyuhiko's louder, more hesitant, steps out of the barn.

    Gundhams' attention returned to me with a much softer and rumbling tone as his oncoming deep voice soothed my aching body and mind.

"(Y/N). Are you okay, dear sister?"

    He didn't address the elephant in the room. Yet. I knew eventually I'd have to explain how I got so angry and why I was acting out from memories of our childhood but. . . for now I just wanted to be comforted. All I could do was shake my head truthfully as my sobs grew louder and more ragged. Rambles of apologies spilled from my quivering lips as I turned into his stomach to hide my tear and sweat stained face from his view.

    As usual, he stayed silent, and let me cry. His left hand held me up a little as he moved to sit with his legs criss-crossed before lowering me back down and joining his right hand in stroking my hair. It was a mess, just like the rest of me, but he didn't care. He only stayed there and held me as I sobbed and allow his familiar presence to lull me into a tight sense of security I rarely felt.

"I understand. Take your time. I'll be here until you feel better for nothing could tear me away from your side." I followed his advice.

'Sometimes having someone to care about you isn't so bad.'

I am SO sorry that I didn't update this yesterday like I said I would!~ I work across two phones but I don't always have them both and the picture of the clothing near the beginning was on one phone and I couldn't get it- ANYWAY! Enough excuses, and I hope you enjoy this first part and get ready for the second one coming soon, hopefully tomorrow OR maybe later tonight as an apology, we'll see!~ Take care, dearies!~

Part 2