#tsubaki

Happy birthday to Kuro and Tsubaki and a Happy New Year!

I finished this comic from Sleepy Life of Servamp which I actually started on a while back, but I had to leave it aside for some time because the monthly chapters were the ones that took the most time to work on. 

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And from that day on, Shamrock has been very loyal to him.

TL note:  when Tsubaki says “that name” the kanji reading for ‘name’ is  ‘memory’. In the previous sentence, he said “memories of your previous life”. but I had to use the singular form ‘memory’ so that it would go with what he said after. Though, I guess maybe ‘memory’ of previous life might work too, but it sounded way better to use the plural word.

Credit for the scans @ iscanthings 

Thank you for the madness @happysanblr

Already in love with SpyxFamily animation from the PV

Wit Studio x Clover Works ❤️

i swear every manga is getting an anime adaptation ❤️

janekfan:

Fugue - Chapter 10 - Janekfan - Pokemon Legends: Arceus (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

“I don’t see why Adaman and Irida insist we “get to know each other as Wardens.”” Ingo ignored the lack of honorifics and derisive tone Melli used when talking about their leaders.

“I am certain they merely wish to ensure our ability to work together efficiently and effectively. Really, it is for the best if we expect to combine efforts.”

“I don’t want to combine efforts.” No. He wanted to spend the day polishing Lord Electrode to the most beautiful shine.

“I can tell.” The elegant Warden continued to prattle on, insulting everyone and everything around them and Ingo longed for the quiet company of his partner Pokemon. They’d both left their teams behind rather than risk an impromptu battle over Melli’s penchant for castigation. Ingo trailed afterwards, ears tuned to the sounds and cries of foraging creatures in the underbrush. So far, they’d managed to skirt and sneak their way around the countryside, both begrudgingly admitting that the other might just have some skills after all.

It was when things went eerily silent that Ingo started to worry. Melli didn’t seem to notice and brushed off his attempts at warning.

“Warden Melli, I do think it would be in our best interests to keep our voices down. Something seems to have spooked the other inhabitants and–”

“And what?” He turned, hands on hips. “What are you prattling on about you–”

“WATCH OUT!” Eyes wide and brimming with fear, Ingo caught him around the waist, throwing them both to the ground hard enough to knock the air out of their lungs. Ingo recovered first, catching sight of claws and teeth before rolling to his feet just in time to take the weight of a barreling Alpha Luxray in the chest like a freight train.

Man and beast went tumbling and Melli couldn’t tell which dark figure was which as they rolled end over end, frozen stare filled with visions of red, red, red eyes and gnashing fangs in a maw lit from within with bright electricity snapping over and over and over with only Ingo’s thumbs hooked in its lips keeping it from taking his head clean off. Something caught and tore, the ripping fabric suddenly louder than all else and, crazed, the Pokemon slashed again, wild, frenzied, and overshot to give him a slim opening.

Ingo jumped neatly to his feet, leading it away from where Melli still lay prone and terrified in the dirt when a massive paw hooked his leg and sent him spinning, rolling in the leaf litter, stones and clods of mud scattering every which way until he was pinned in place. Gouts of fire erupted from the Alpha’s jaws as it readied itself for the final blow only to be sent reeling when Ingo punched it in one massive temple, a rock fisted in his hand. Again and again and the thing howled its displeasure, stepped back, punching the breath audibly, painfully from his body –wasn’t the reason he was here in the first place because of a previous injury? Ingo coiled like a spring and kicked out with both legs, winding the Luxray enough that it backed away, shaking its enormous head in a vain attempt to clear it.

Melli couldn’t tear his eyes away, convinced he would be next and what a gorgeous meal he would make.

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Fugue - Chapter 10 - Janekfan - Pokemon Legends: Arceus (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

“I don’t see why Adaman and Irida insist we “get to know each other as Wardens.”” Ingo ignored the lack of honorifics and derisive tone Melli used when talking about their leaders.

“I am certain they merely wish to ensure our ability to work together efficiently and effectively. Really, it is for the best if we expect to combine efforts.”

“I don’t want to combine efforts.” No. He wanted to spend the day polishing Lord Electrode to the most beautiful shine.

“I can tell.” The elegant Warden continued to prattle on, insulting everyone and everything around them and Ingo longed for the quiet company of his partner Pokemon. They’d both left their teams behind rather than risk an impromptu battle over Melli’s penchant for castigation. Ingo trailed afterwards, ears tuned to the sounds and cries of foraging creatures in the underbrush. So far, they’d managed to skirt and sneak their way around the countryside, both begrudgingly admitting that the other might just have some skills after all.

It was when things went eerily silent that Ingo started to worry. Melli didn’t seem to notice and brushed off his attempts at warning.

“Warden Melli, I do think it would be in our best interests to keep our voices down. Something seems to have spooked the other inhabitants and–”

“And what?” He turned, hands on hips. “What are you prattling on about you–”

“WATCH OUT!” Eyes wide and brimming with fear, Ingo caught him around the waist, throwing them both to the ground hard enough to knock the air out of their lungs. Ingo recovered first, catching sight of claws and teeth before rolling to his feet just in time to take the weight of a barreling Alpha Luxray in the chest like a freight train.

Man and beast went tumbling and Melli couldn’t tell which dark figure was which as they rolled end over end, frozen stare filled with visions of red, red, red eyes and gnashing fangs in a maw lit from within with bright electricity snapping over and over and over with only Ingo’s thumbs hooked in its lips keeping it from taking his head clean off. Something caught and tore, the ripping fabric suddenly louder than all else and, crazed, the Pokemon slashed again, wild, frenzied, and overshot to give him a slim opening.

Ingo jumped neatly to his feet, leading it away from where Melli still lay prone and terrified in the dirt when a massive paw hooked his leg and sent him spinning, rolling in the leaf litter, stones and clods of mud scattering every which way until he was pinned in place. Gouts of fire erupted from the Alpha’s jaws as it readied itself for the final blow only to be sent reeling when Ingo punched it in one massive temple, a rock fisted in his hand. Again and again and the thing howled its displeasure, stepped back, punching the breath audibly, painfully from his body –wasn’t the reason he was here in the first place because of a previous injury? Ingo coiled like a spring and kicked out with both legs, winding the Luxray enough that it backed away, shaking its enormous head in a vain attempt to clear it.

Melli couldn’t tear his eyes away, convinced he would be next and what a gorgeous meal he would make.

“MOVE!” Ingo grabbed his wrist in a steel grip, pulling him up and along and away from the danger still contemplating pursuit and by the time the odd Warden stopped forcing him to run, Melli was mere seconds from passing out. Instead, he sank gracefully, gratefully to the patch of grass beneath his feet.

“Wh’what, with your bare hands, what were you thinking?” Interspersed with deep ragged breaths, Melli only had air enough to wonder out loud about what miracle he’d just witnessed happen.

“I must admit, I do not think I was. There was only time to act but I do believe we are safe here.” Ingo was panting, holding his side, even as he remained alert and aware, pale gaze scanning the horizon line, head tilted to listen to the ambient sounds once again around them.

Hat. That strange hat. Still perched upon his head.

“Ingo…you’re bleeding.”

The man looked down, confused, pulling his hand away from the awful stitch in his side, from all the running. It came away red, garish and painting the surface of his palm.

“Hm.” Staggering just a bit on newborn Ponyta legs, acknowledging the wound made the pain flood his overtaxed system. “That does appear to be so.” Ingo slipped to his knees in slow motion, fingers digging back into the sopping warmth of his own blood-soaked Pearl Clan tunic. “I will be fine. Luxray are not. Not poisonous.”

“As if that matters you, you–”

Ingo collapsed, unconscious at his booted feet and Melli sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose despite the sensation of his heart doing its level best to hammer out of his chest like a caged Starly.

“Let none say that I’ve shirked my duties.”

The wound was deep. A claw-scrawl Melli could barely see for the blood pouring from it. He’d torn another strip from the Sneasler Warden’s precious coat but didn’t have time to feel bad about it, balling it up and pressing with real strength, enough to jolt Ingo back into wakefulness, against the gash.

“Hold this.” Ingo fumbled with cold hands, slipping in fresh, sticky red, trembling. “Hold it, Ingo!” Having to perform emergency first aid in the field was never optimal but well, Melli couldn’t say he hadn’t come prepared. They both had.

Needle. Cascoon silk. Bandages.

Melli removed the sodden rag from Ingo’s weak grip and poured the remains of his canteen over the area, just enough to see. Just to see when there was so much red in the way. He swiped at the sweat sheeting down his face, smudging it with crimson streaks.

“Okay. Okayokay.”

The sound Ingo made–

Melli was going to be sick.

“I ‘member someone, someone with this. Theeese.” Ingo tugged, giggling?! with that stoic expression, tired eyes dozy and soft, on the length of Melli’s hair, not enough to hurt, but enough to be annoying. A small price to pay when they were still a pair. Two Wardens in these desolate foothills. How close had they come to, what was the fool always saying? Coming uncoupled? Permanently?

With both of them cleaned up best Melli could, the faller was laying with his head in his lap, drugged to the gills with painkillers and other medicines to fight infection, fingers still filthy with dried rust tangled in his hair. Looking at him as he was now, Melli may have overdone it considering the amount of blood remaining in Ingo’s body but Electrode’s Warden was still too close to blood-slicked fingers needles thread pulled taut through pale skin bitten-off whimpers to care. He’d been as neat as possible which was to say the stitching was beautifully even, but Ingo would be left with a nasty scar where the Alpha Luxray’s keen claws tore open his side, just above the bone of his hip. There was no question, Ingo would be hurting tomorrow, for several tomorrows, bruised and battered, and just as soon as he could, Melli would shove him off onto Lady Sneasler.

“Than’kyou…”

“It’s only natural to give praise to the Great Melli.”

“Mmm. Mean, mean iiit.” Watching Ingo’s face contort as he attempted to find and fit words in his mouth to slur at him was infuriatingly endearing. He was usually so verbose, seeing him rendered nearly speechless was rich.

“Shut up. Drink this.” Tea flavored with berries and some Crunchy Salt. “Get your blood back.”

“Wh’res it gone?”

“Almighty and powerful Sinnoh above–everywhere! You idiot!” If he wasn’t mistaken, Melli would say there was a hint of a smile in Ingo’s otherwise impassive expression.

“Tase…tastes f’milar.” Melli forced as much on him as possible, until Ingo couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer and a thick wave of sleep dragged him under.

They were safe, relatively speaking, with the fire going and their backs to a cliff face. In the morning, Melli would call for Lady Sneasler. Call him paranoid, but he didn’t want to move Ingo too much, too soon.

For now, he got comfortable, Ingo a warm weight in his lap, delicate fingers passing gently through silver hair.

drew some Tsubaki from In the Heart of Kunoichi Tsubaki because i was tired of how baby the design looked lol

one day i’ll draw a more ninja-like Tsubaki…one day…

anyways the pose got a little fucked up from the one i wanted alksdjfalksdjfa. oh well it’s my first time drawing her

[Image ID: digital fullbody drawing of Tsubaki, who is a young girl that is about thirteen years old. She has long dark hair, fair skin, and dark grey eyes. Her hair is tied in a high ponytail, with the exception of a long bang on the right side of her face. Tsubaki wears a white sleeveless wrap front crop top, a pink belt with a piece of white cloth with pink edges hanging from it on both her front and her back, dark grey underclothes, white legwraps, green arm covers, and sandals. In this drawing, Tsubaki wields two kunai while in a dynamic pose, as if she was coming down out of a tree. End Image ID]