blizzard of hell

Hello, I'm Fubuki~ [indie one-punch man rp; please read rules before interacting; i follow from alongcameacyborg] Tracking these threads

[ladyfubuki]

i took a small break to draw Fubuki in mom pants

[saitamathehero]

[badasscannabitch]

Sexual preference: whatever the fuck I feel like.

[laurenceofsteele]

A series of esper drawings I did for @Sciura

These were super fun, and a pleasure to do so thank you for commissioning me!!

To find out more about my commissions, click here.

[fujinumasatorus]

Blizzad of Hell - B Class Hero

[budokai-deactivated20170525]

[helliishblizzard-blog]

HEY  YOU!!!  YES, YOU!! (To  whoever  is  reading  this  bad  excuse  of  a  promo)  Do  you  like  STRONG  & BEAUTIFUL  FEMALE  HEROES?  ESPECIALLY  THE  ONES  WITH  BADASS  PSYCHIC  ABILITY  AND  OBLITERATES (THAT’S  RIGHT, YOU  HEARD  IT  CORRECTLY,  OBLITERATES)  THE  INTERNALIZED  MISOGYNY  THAT  TURN  HER  INTO  THE  ‘HYSTERICAL  WOMAN  THAT  NEEDS  TO  BE  PUT  IN  HER  PLACE’  Not only that,  but  also  HAVE   A  TERRIBLE  INFERIORITY  COMPLEX  BECAUSE  OF  A  SISTER  THAT  LOOKS  LIKE  A  CABBAGE  CHILD  AND  HAVE  MORE  POWERFUL  PSYCHIC  ABILITIES?  Well  guess what,  Buddy,  you’re  just  in  luck! 

REBLOG  and/or  LIKE  if you’re  interested  in  INDIE. JIGOKU NO FUBUKI FROM OPM.

[eyezehuhh]

[preppyvirus-deactivated20180807]

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[mlleblizzard]

askcapeddarkness: 

Saitama let her get the goal. 

“Mmm used to, with my sister,” he said, putting the puck down, “I used to hold her up so she could play Pac-man.” 

“My older sister never did anything like that with me,” she said with a smile, only slightly annoyed that he had let her get a goal. “She would always boss me around and made me feel like she was the only one who would want to play with me...”  Fubuki didn’t really like that about her sister... But that was when they were children. Things were... different now.  “Come on, serve it!”

[mlleblizzard]

@thexdragonxbecomesxme​ [x]

“My brother, actually,” Genji said simply, “but I have forgiven him. We are rebuilding what we have lost.” 

“Your brother...? He would do that to you?” Fubuki had been out on the job, and when the cyborg had intervened, she couldn’t help but be impressed. She had a handle on the monster, but the help at the time (her colleagues were elsewhere) didn’t go unappreciated. But after all was said and done, she took notice that he was yet another cyborg covered head to toe in cybernetics. Drive Knight and the Demon Cyborg were much of the same, but Fubuki hadn’t seen this one before.

[parkavenueprxncess]

[mlleblizzard]

askcapeddarkness:

Saitama hit it back carefully, controlling his strength. 

“I’m pretty good with physical stuff,” he said simply, “this is kinda like a sport so, you know, it makes sense.”

“I can tell,” she said as the puck made it through the goal again. “Damn it.”  She served it again.  “Play a lot of arcade games?” 

[n5fw]

[themiseducationofb]

People will stare. Make it worth their while → Yousef Al-Jasmi prêt-à-porter | S/S ‘16

[mlleblizzard]

askcapeddarkness:

Saitama watched before hitting it back, keeping his strength under control as it bounced back toward her. 

“I haven’t played this in a long time.”

Damn it! He made the goal.  “You had better not be hustling me,” Fubuki said chewing her bottom lip and sending the puck back to his side.

[mlleblizzard]

strngths:

             ❛ i’m more hands on, fubuki, nor could i really truly tell you every intricacy about my own powers, ❜ 

         even if he could, why open himself up to something new when he was still learning of himself ? yes, there was a perceived limit, however, king was far from figuring out his own gifts. it was more than strength and speed and invulnerability, yet it hadn’t taken long for the world to elevate one above all the others. the reason he wasn’t vocal about esp, nor learning about it… well, king was well aware how susceptible he was to psychic abilities. something he would wish to not come out. everything about him was locked down, most couldn’t understand or comprehend how he fought anyways.

         king moved to speak again, yet the tumultuous crash that heralded a monster’s arrival only made him sigh in turn. there was always some trouble, some where… it really didn’t see to matter sometimes. he was gone within a flash, the monster knocked clean out. he had no desire to do much else about it. the association could clean up this mess. he stood there momentarily before looking back at fubuki. 

             ❛ shall we keep going … ? ❜

In the time it had taken Fubuki to ready her attack, the monster was already in pieces in front of them-- its viscera coating the walls of nearby buildings.  King was strong, but--damn-- he was messy. And Fubuki needed to work on her reaction time and reflexes. She had never felt so slow in her life. Apparently it was details like that which separated the classes. Even if it seemed King didn’t quite understand the nature of his strength. Either that, or it was a secret to everyone but himself... “... Yeah. Sure. Hey, maybe you could teach me a thing or two...” She kept walking forward, taking care to not step in any of the blood. If it wasn’t her fight, then she didn’t need to get dirty. 

[mlleblizzard]

askcapeddarkness:

“They’re assholes.”

Saitama hummed a little before shrugging and taking the paddle. “I can handle it.”

He did have a firm grip on his abilities despite everything. 

The puck was on Fubuki’s side, and she slapped in the middle of the table and shot it over to Saitama’s side, attempting to make a goal.  It clacked against the right side on the way.