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Why isn't bunnydoll called cottontail I don't understand
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hc / thought I can’t stop having:
I genuinely think Okuda is the only person in Class E who uses polite speech all the time. Like, full desu/masu. Everyone else talks super casually— even Kanzaki does.
And then there’s Karma.
Which makes their dynamic stupidly good.
Karma is blunt, casual, doesn’t care about honorifics, lives on impulse, and does whatever feels fun in the moment. He teases, he pushes buttons, and he acts like consequences are optional.
Manami is… none of that.
She’s shy, awkward socially, avoids risks when she can, and is way too polite. She doesn’t really know how to talk to people, so she sticks to what she knows—science—and kind of forgets the rest of the world exists.
Now imagine them talking for the first time.
He’s relaxed, leaning in, talking like they’ve known each other forever.
She’s carefully choosing every word, overwhelmed, trying not to make things awkward. Not scared—just very aware that this tall, intense guy is talking to her.
Even after they become friends, she keeps calling him Akabane-kun.
Which is INSANE.
Has anyone ever actually called him that in the show??
At some point he 100% stops her like:
“Okuda-san… if we’re gonna be friends, you have to call me Karma. Literally everyone calls me Karma. Akabane-kun is weird. You can keep the ‘-kun’ if you want, keep being polite if you can’t help it, but not that.”
And she tries.
She really does.
But it takes her forever to actually say “Karma” out loud because being polite is just automatic for her. It slips out without thinking, even with people she’s close to.
At first, Karma thinks she’s doing it on purpose.
Then he realizes she just… can’t stop.
And once he gets that? He kind of likes it. It’s a little frustrating, sure, but mostly endearing. It’s part of what makes her different.
After that, it becomes his personal goal to hear her talk casually just once.
One conversation.
No polite endings.
Just Manami.
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Remember this?
Song title? MirroR
Imo MirroR feels more like a song sung by Mizi's "reflection".
We've seen how Mizi has historically been very shy and embarrassed when dealing with sex appeal.
As opposed to this song which embraces and and lavishes in it, which is more in tune with the R1 Mizi from The True Face.
This Mizi, is ofc, the one she hallucinates — the manifestation of how Mizi sees herself in her role as someone who has attracted sexual and romantic attraction from so many people in Anakt Garden and, ultimately from her perspective, lived because of it.
Imo this on some level is also reflected in the kpop-esque style of the song which parallels Luka's sub songs.
Just as the style of his songs are indicative of his constructed public persona and mass appeal, and how that has consumed his entire identity even when he's singing something truly heartfelt, we can extrapolate similar intentions with the song for Mizi with MirroR.
A lot of fiction these days reads as if—as I saw Peter Raleigh put it the other day, and as I’ve discussed it before—the author is trying to describe a video playing in their mind. Often there is little or no interiority. Scenes play out in “real time” without summary. First-person POV stories describe things the character can’t see, but a distant camera could. There’s an overemphasis on characters’ outfits and facial expressions, including my personal pet peeve: the “reaction shot round-up” in which we get a description of every character’s reaction to something as if a camera was cutting between sitcom actors.
When I talk with other creative writing professors, we all seem to agree that interiority is disappearing. Even in first-person POV stories, younger writers often skip describing their character’s hopes, dreams, fears, thoughts, memories, or reactions. This trend is hardly limited to young writers though. I was speaking to an editor yesterday who agreed interiority has largely vanished from commercial fiction, and I think you increasingly notice its absence even in works shelved as “literary fiction.” When interiority does appear on the page, it is often brief and redundant with the dialogue and action. All of this is a great shame. Interiority is perhaps the prime example of an advantage prose as a medium holds over other artforms.
fascinated by this article, "Turning Off the TV in Your Mind," about the influences of visual narratives on writing prose narratives. i def notice the two things i excerpted above in fanfic, which i guess makes even more sense as most of the fic i read is for tv and film. i will also be thinking about its discussion of time in prose - i think that's something i often struggle with and i will try to be more conscious of the differences between screen and page next time i'm writing.
sometimes I get you shou yan on my weibo feed because of the overlap between it and frz so I’ve been enjoying the official human design sheets of their characters So Much. can’t believe those fluffballs are getting humansonas omg… I fucking love character sheets, these ones are SO FUN. super fun sketches, good personality and snippets of their characterization, cool layout and the human version designs are cute af!!! it tempts me to get into this series waahh
I got an iPad and decided to get back to drawing !!!! It's not very good yet but im still getting used to the pencil … Also! Japanese is not my first language :’)
As a Karmanami shipper, there’s one headcanon I’m really attached to.
Karma never meant to get attached to Okuda.
At first, he just thought she was interesting and useful. Her skills could benefit him, so he approached her—not to take advantage of her (he does have ethics… kind of), but to ask for help with his pranks and schemes.
What he didn’t account for was who Okuda actually is.
She’s kind, gentle, innocent—quietly endearing in a way that sneaks up on you. It’s hard not to find her cute. And, without realizing it, that got to Karma.
Where other girls might have A) run away, B) judged him, or C) fawned over him, Okuda simply smiled at him softly. She treated him the same way she’d treat anyone else, with calm kindness. That was a first for Karma—especially coming from someone as shy and small as Okuda. He’d honestly expected her to freak out. Part of him even thought it might be fun to scare her a little.
But she didn’t.
She was surprised, maybe a bit uncomfortable at first, but not scared. And as they talked, she grew more confident, already treating him like a friend. Okuda is far too trusting for this world.
That unsettled him.
Somehow, she became more interesting.
Since she agreed to help him with chemical mixtures and such, he started hanging around after class while she worked in the lab. When they were alone like that, he talked. And one day, without realizing it, he drifted into something personal.
By the time he noticed his guard had slipped, it was too late. He looked at her, expecting judgment.
There was none.
She just smiled, offered advice, reassured him. Seeing the worry on his face, she promised she wouldn’t tell anyone.
So he came back.
Whenever he could, he followed her to the lab after class. He talked about whatever crossed his mind, or listened to her ramble—something he found surprisingly soothing. Her voice was soft and calm, and those moments slowly became the highlight of his days.
By then, he trusted her completely. She knew far too much about him. Still, he refused to admit that their bond was anything more than poison and friendship.
Because he’d never felt like this before.
And maybe that scared him.
He started asking her to hang out on weekends and during holidays—just the two of them. To him, it was still friendship.
They texted often. Random things: a new place he wanted to check out, a terrible day he needed to complain about. She’d text him about a cute cat she saw on the way home, or how Kayano teased her that day.
Lunch breaks. Walking home. Weekends.
They grew close, slowly and naturally. Nothing romantic. Really.
The closest thing to romance was him resting his head in her lap, or her holding onto him so he wouldn’t slip on the ice in winter.
Nothing more.
Until Koro-sensei’s death.
After leaving their old school, it was time to say goodbye. Okuda hugged him, told him she’d had an amazing year, admitted she was sad they wouldn’t be in the same class anymore, and said she hoped they’d still see each other often.
It hit him hard.
That was when he realized—maybe, just maybe—he wanted more than friendship.
So he hugged her back.
As for Okuda, she was just being kind the whole time. She’s clueless about these things—or maybe in denial of her own feelings. To her, it probably feels impossible that a boy could like her that way. She’s too nerdy, too ordinary.
Not as deep as Karma’s perspective.
But just as sincere.
I like to think this isn’t a coincidence.
If you look closely, almost everyone in the picture wears their tie differently — on their arm, wrist, or leg — and customizes their outfit in their own way.
Except Karma and Okuda.
They’re matching.
Same bow placement. Same way of wearing the top, even though many other characters changed theirs. Even Karma’s belt feels like a visual echo of Okuda’s skirt.
My headcanon is that after getting dressed, Karma noticed how similar their outfits looked — especially the way Okuda wore her bow. So he went up to her, half-teasing, half-genuine:
“Nice outfit, Okuda-san. I like what you did with your bow. Think you could do the same with mine?”
Of course she agreed. Immediately. No hesitation.
And she fixed it for him.
So there they were — matching.
How could people hate Okudaaa, she's the cutest character of the whole show... Like HOWW-
IMAGE FROM THE NEW POSTER THAT CAME OUT TODAY SHE'S TOO CUTE GUYS I CAN'T.
As a Karmanami shipper, there’s one headcanon I’m really attached to.
Karma never meant to get attached to Okuda.
At first, he just thought she was interesting and useful. Her skills could benefit him, so he approached her—not to take advantage of her (he does have ethics… kind of), but to ask for help with his pranks and schemes.
What he didn’t account for was who Okuda actually is.
She’s kind, gentle, innocent—quietly endearing in a way that sneaks up on you. It’s hard not to find her cute. And, without realizing it, that got to Karma.
Where other girls might have A) run away, B) judged him, or C) fawned over him, Okuda simply smiled at him softly. She treated him the same way she’d treat anyone else, with calm kindness. That was a first for Karma—especially coming from someone as shy and small as Okuda. He’d honestly expected her to freak out. Part of him even thought it might be fun to scare her a little.
But she didn’t.
She was surprised, maybe a bit uncomfortable at first, but not scared. And as they talked, she grew more confident, already treating him like a friend. Okuda is far too trusting for this world.
That unsettled him.
Somehow, she became more interesting.
Since she agreed to help him with chemical mixtures and such, he started hanging around after class while she worked in the lab. When they were alone like that, he talked. And one day, without realizing it, he drifted into something personal.
By the time he noticed his guard had slipped, it was too late. He looked at her, expecting judgment.
There was none.
She just smiled, offered advice, reassured him. Seeing the worry on his face, she promised she wouldn’t tell anyone.
So he came back.
Whenever he could, he followed her to the lab after class. He talked about whatever crossed his mind, or listened to her ramble—something he found surprisingly soothing. Her voice was soft and calm, and those moments slowly became the highlight of his days.
By then, he trusted her completely. She knew far too much about him. Still, he refused to admit that their bond was anything more than poison and friendship.
Because he’d never felt like this before.
And maybe that scared him.
He started asking her to hang out on weekends and during holidays—just the two of them. To him, it was still friendship.
They texted often. Random things: a new place he wanted to check out, a terrible day he needed to complain about. She’d text him about a cute cat she saw on the way home, or how Kayano teased her that day.
Lunch breaks. Walking home. Weekends.
They grew close, slowly and naturally. Nothing romantic. Really.
The closest thing to romance was him resting his head in her lap, or her holding onto him so he wouldn’t slip on the ice in winter.
Nothing more.
Until Koro-sensei’s death.
After leaving their old school, it was time to say goodbye. Okuda hugged him, told him she’d had an amazing year, admitted she was sad they wouldn’t be in the same class anymore, and said she hoped they’d still see each other often.
It hit him hard.
That was when he realized—maybe, just maybe—he wanted more than friendship.
So he hugged her back.
As for Okuda, she was just being kind the whole time. She’s clueless about these things—or maybe in denial of her own feelings. To her, it probably feels impossible that a boy could like her that way. She’s too nerdy, too ordinary.
Not as deep as Karma’s perspective.
But just as sincere.
when I drew this comic 3 years ago I had NO idea how far it would reach. I'm happy to finally share a corrected version with proper abbreviations, and even MORE state names of indigenous origin ♥️
however, the goal of this comic was to inspire people to do your OWN research on indigenous history. To question everything we have been taught, and everything that has been pointedly left out. This erasure, this “forgetting”, of history is not just of the past… it is happening now. - Across so-called Canada, the US, and US-occupied islands, native women are victims of murder at 10-12x the rate of non-native people, and are the most likely to go missing without being searched for by the law. - Native reservations have the highest rates of poverty in the US, with over HALF of tribal homes with no access to clean water (with more joining this list by the year) - Native people are 6-10x more likely to be unhoused than the rest of the population, and native teens suffer suicide rates higher than any other demographic. This list of modern day genocide goes on (thank you for compiling @theindigenousanarchist <3) and yet take a look at those environmental stats!
Native people manage to do SO much for the planet as a whole - thanklessly - and with all this stacked against them. Don't even get me started on kin fighting in south america. Could you imagine if there was help? #landback is resistance to genocide, and it is the key to saving our warming earth.
So look into it and the other hashtags, cuz a cartoon goose ain't a substitute for a proper education. Love to my grandparents who always kept a map of tribal territories of turtle island on their wall, to speaking on our Tsalagi & Saponi heritage. Love & solidarity forever, happy research, and happy #indigenouspeoplesday
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IT'S HERE ! Our very first edition of this brand new MCSM Fanzine is available to download for everyone on the neat little link below !
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Don't forget to support all the artists/authors who worked on this zine ! They all worked hard and did an amazing job at bringing this project to life.
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Thank you all for you patiente and trusting me with this project , this is the best way for me to show my appreciation for this community !
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