Yuga Hazuru and Aoba Suzuki, possibly the hardest thing for me to write about. Mb for liking rare pairs ig
So like. Red Blue Manga is like, so cool. So I mulled it over and well....
Blooming Cranes is a fic that I made as a contribution to the fandom to which I wrung all my braincells into.
Little blurb moment:
Yuga Hazuru never really put all that much consideration into the thought of soulmates. He knew they existed of course, but he was always focusing elsewhere. Always thinking a few paces ahead and never really looking back. His future was in front of him after all, alongside his academics, his budding and promising MMA debut, his training regime, his planned out personal checkpoints in life to which he wanted to knock off his bucket list and so much more.
One day, he wakes up one day in Aoba Suzuki's body. He comes to like the boy and also learns that it's nice to take a pause, take a breather and enjoy the scenery.
Or, Yuga Hazuru slowly succumbs to the mortifying ordeal of having a crush on Aoba Suzuki and becomes extremely self-aware of this fact while panicking and trying to pull off the hustle of the century to bag said crush.
This particular fic will be entirely Yuga Hazuru centric. And please please please please give it a once over. I've been laying here, in the rarepair blanket. Stewing and thinking.
Underneath the read more is just more rambling lol.
I just think it's cool yk. It's rlly hard to write a romance becaause these two kinda know each other but also dont. Like they are aware of each other's existence, but thats all that it sorta is. They walk on that tight line between strangers and casual acquaintances because you can't quite call them friends.
It's so hard tackling them but, omg, when I get the chance to tickle that angle just right and rlly emphasize their potential as awkward crushes, I'll be megamind. Keep in mind, Yuga rlly likes pondering in this. This guy is a massive thinker who thinks that Aoba is way more of a thinker than he is, whilst in actuality it's more of Aoba being a normal thinker and Yuga is just an overthinker.
I just found your magical girl lin ling au, and ITS SO GOOD. I reread like 3 times, and you cooked so good. I love that lin ling is the only one who gets the skimpy outfit, and i love love that even his undies were transformed. I am so excited for the next part.(no need to rush, take all the time you need)
huer huer huer
tysm!!!
I always giggle and blush at appreciative comments. I just read this ten times over to soak in this compliment!!!! Next part is served hot, coming very soon!!!
Another Magical Girl Lin Ling art! This time in a scene from the OG queen; Creamy Mami, the Magical Angel.
While I really wanted to do the windy effect happening in the original screenshot, I didn't know how to do it with Lin Ling's spiky hair. So, it looks a bit too stationary for my taste (àčáșàčÏ ). I also couldn't find a screenshot of the anime with an interesting pose that I liked. And I didn't want to go through the whole anime just to find the perfect scene. (ááŁá)Ő
Anyways credit to @spicy-butterscotch as always for being the inspiration for it!!!
I'm so ecstatic at the fact you got inspired. I just think the idea of magical girl Lin Ling is so neat and my lord, it has to be one of my biggest big brain moments I've ever conceived.
The art is scrumptious, his wide eyed expression, Moon's guidance! Immaculate đŁ
Love Magical Girl Lin Ling! Gotta ask tho what is his magical girl item. I kinda imagine it to be like a very out of place and cutesy bracelet
Great question đŁ
I saw your spectacular redraw of Lin Ling in the universe of pretty cure. I like to think Lin Ling holds an item much more similar to Sailor Moon rather than this universe's version of magical girls, because God forbid if he drops his item or loses it, knowing his horrible luck đ
His broach which the last Nikki gave him is his item and it's a permanent part of him for the moment. After he transforms back to his civilian form, the broach is actually still attached to the top of his sternum on his bare chest. So, it's stuck to him regardless.
For the matter of what it looks like. The broach for the moment holds a spectacular pink gem which is heart shaped with an intricate and elegant silver backing. As the story proceeds, we will find more about the nature of this item and how it operates.
I hope that answered your answers and anyone is free to ask more about MAGICAL GIRL NIKKI LIN LING đ„
Here's a teaser of what's to come for magical girl, Hero Nikki. Ling Ling đŁ
This is the current fic on ao3
It's legit an extract from the 2nd chapter since I'm preoccupied for the next month lol (there's been an edit since then oopsies)
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His heart thumped, lodged halfway through his throat as he looked down at his hand. He concentrated on an image of her pose. And finally, a sceptre appeared. Emerging from the depths of Lin Ling's mapped out thoughts and materialized into his hand.Â
At first, it appeared as bright confusing light concentrated from his palm. And in a blink, that single point pulled the weapon. A vague shape of a wand, yet stretching further and further.
He looked down at it, staring with curiosity as he observed that it adjusted to his beginner needs.Â
Instinctively, his hand spun the weapon in a mesmerising motion. Falsified muscle memory allowed him to handle the staff with expert ease as he gripped it with a sense of familiarity. He readied his nerves and walked within the midst of the city as the backdrop faded to hues of pink. His eyes focused at the end of the street. Then he hid behind the smoking car and peeped from the broken behind, head sticking out. For observatory reasons of course.
At the end of the road was a lithe figure, clad in a white costume. A swirling cape with spotless white and gold accents. A uniform blinding paper hue lining up muscled limbs.Â
âNice?â Lin Ling muttered under his breath. His eyes caught the view of a face, furrowed with concentration and readied with a violent punch in his grip. Nice was quicker than what television captured. A striking arc of pure light that flitted in the sky with reckless destruction in its wake. Quick, and almost uncaring of the damage lingering in his path, he had accelerated down onto the road, two fists colliding with the ground and narrowly missing the nifty criminal. He had left a catastrophically large crater in the middle of the road. Nice slowly pulled himself up, blue eyes narrowed to the villain.
Her hands extended to form some malevolent shroud. A wicked shade of purple sludge which captured him with relative ease. Lin Ling blinked. There was no way Nice was captured just like that!
Yet Lin Ling remained there in his boot legged glory, remaining by a flaming car with resigned look and the internal stare of denial. The truth finally settled in, Nice was truly incapacitated! All that punching was just for show! Lin Ling felt devastation rock through him.
He was taken out much too quickly! Lin Ling tried to grapple with these facts. He played these thoughts in his head as he gently worried his bottom lip, nibbling on it. He wasnât exactly obligated to take any sort of action, in all reality, he was scared shitless and really, it was Niceâs responsibility to deal with the troublemaker. Yet, the man of the hour was attached to the pane of the bank's glass walls, stuck in a bubble of sticky purple and knocked out, or he seemed to be with his dramatic pose and his gaze cast down.
Lin Ling struck a decision and took action.
He flung his stupid staff over to the ground, aiming for the lady's head as it zipped through and narrowly missed. Close but not close enough, so much for finishing the job with a surprise attack. He really should have perfected javelin in high school instead of twiddling his thumbs.
The crowd did not cheer nor roar in applause, because frankly, his get up was ridiculous. Alongside the fact that the area was also absurdly dusty that no one could see him in the moment anyways, so he was basically obscured by the plume of purple smoke.
Obscured to everyone except for the villain could see him in full. Her eyes jumped to him.
âThat is one skimpy outfit.â She whistled, eyes tracing his figure. âDidnât know they made heroes like that.âÂ
Lin Lingâs face soured, gripping his staff with a white knuckled grip. âI know itâs breezy! You donât have to tell me. Iâm the one wearing it!â He groaned.
She sent off more bubbles, mind pulled in with focus as they trailed after him, slugging around slimily on the pavement. He narrowly evaded them.
âI kinda like that.â She leered. His expression fell, even more than his previously shameful one that held a conscious gaze towards his own attire. A truly rock bottom gaze that had his soul flying up as he stared with a look, halfway to giving up.
âYouâre not a pervert right?â He asked. Suddenly feeling oddly exposed. More than usual.Â
Lin Ling becomes a magical girl, successor to previous magical girl: Hero Nikki. He takes up the mantle for both hero and idol. Aka, a fic where he is perpetually embarrassed in his new role but does it nonetheless!
Featuring: a scantily clad uniform unique to him, Crime fighting legs with tall pink boots with even taller heels, and a new sense of mortification derived from his new role and the breeze of his signature, sailor girl miniskirt.
Keep in mind that this is an alternate universe, so from the first episode of tbhx and if I'm guessing enough, three to roughly four years beforehand.
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Alone on the top of an advert company, was a singular figure who held skewers of fried tofu in his right hand.
The boy was carefully savouring the numbingly spicy flavours with a resigned, faraway look on his face. He munched on his snacks, ass flat against the old concrete and leaning against the base of a billboard, done with life.
A hint of tears worked through brown eyes as the boy endeavoured in rolling around the touch of mala chilli on his tongue. Spice always got to him.
Lin Ling was that singular figure situated there. The details in how he exactly got the skewers was something even murky to him. All Lin Ling recalled was the distant sensation of his legs wandering from the streets below in a daze and the echo of a chalky gasp of âget out!â rattling about in his mind.
His feet wobbled from one to another from that unfortunate sign off. A departure from his internship at the one company that gave him a chance. Whilst recovering from shock and a feeling of dread swallowing him whole, he had felt his stomach pang and so, he had uttered a low murmur and gripped the familiar feeling and weight of his designated comfort meal.
He had blinked there and then, money already passing to the vendor amongst the bustling street and something satiate his hunger and excuse his sorrows. Thus, a few chilli skewers in his right hand accompanied his sorry ass to the poop deck roof of the company building.
He sniffled at the taste and waded in his sorrowful state. How was he going to pay for rent now? His internship took away his chance of his dream advertising gig away from him alongside his wishes of some sense of financial stability.
Yet, in a blink of his watery eyes, a girl stood before him, seemingly having appeared out of nowhere. She stared at him with a sly look, head turning down and then to the sides to check for witnesses. As if there would be any by the rooftop speckled in bird poo and his sorrows.
âSay, youâre like, super-duper cute! I think youâd make the perfect candidate!âÂ
The girl held an innocent expression, the only unnerving part was her cheshire wide grin spread across her face. She was a bit bizarre and was, well, she was⊠pink to say the least. A carefully curated image of eccentric tulip everywhere, starting from the pastels of her long plaited hair, down to the wedges of her stacked mary jane shoes which sported a very coquette theme.
The feeling of cold metal was tucked under Ling Lingâs chin in a single blink. He dropped his snack. In her gloved hand was a very adorable sceptre extended out, tracing his jaw. He saw it, a gleam of silver, and a pink mischievous gleam from the wand's ring that fizzled.
Status symbol of the hero Nikki. And if Lin Ling wanted to be technical, âmagical girl Nikkiâ.Â
âHuh.â He said. âA candidate? For what?â He echoed. Stupefied and trying to grasp a hold of the situation he was being pulled into.Â
This was all too sudden. One second he was contemplating his whole life and holding his belongings in hand, the next, he was being approached by a rank twenty hero brandishing her weapon under his chin in a semi threatening manner. She was tip toeing on the line between innocent curiosity and threatening behaviour. She looked extremely trigger happy. And crazed, if he even had to spell that out.
Lin Ling felt an impending sense of dread. Her eyes pierced into his confused ones with a desperate glee.
So in short, opposed to her carefully curated public persona, Nikki was off her rockers!
âThe hero gig of course. The magical heart called for you. Or like, I just found you in the crowd or whatever. I dunno. And like, I just donât wanna do this gig anymore so I came to you.â She shrugged. That was the worst explanation Lin Ling had ever heard. It was muddled, confusing and gave no proper answers. He had better outlines given by his boss. Well, his previous one.
âCanât I have a better explanation than that?â He cried. This was completely insane. She was completely insane! Lin Ling's previous admiration for what little news he paid attention to regarding her reported acts of heroism evaporated into exasperation. She spoke in riddles, was oddly threatening, and was convinced that of all people, he could help her with whatever she wanted.
âOkay. Hm. So like, I'm a Nikki, Iâm saying âaâ because these powers are like, passed down from one individual to another, relative information to the public. And today is my scouting day.â She explained, hands gesturing to point to the gem.Â
âScouting.â He murmured in thought. âSo, you want me to be your successor?â He said. His thoughts lingered on the broach, trying to dredge up information on Nikki.Â
âDing ding ding! You got it right!â She clapped her hands, smiling large and cat-like. He didn't like the way she said that.
Flashes of striking poses fluttered within his head. His brain shuffled through images of previous Nikkiâs and their attire before letting each and every uniform he could think of, to overlap one another and finally to garner the general consensus of what it was to look like Nikki.
Memories sliding over each other and cutting out each design. Every recollection of specific boots, dresses, shoes, fluffed up hair, weapon and face extracted into this file. And with that, reigning as a result of his mind, was the image of an extremely feminine silhouette.
So, with this singular image rattling about in his pretty head, he asked. âBut.. Isnât Nikki supposed to be a girl?â
She gave a shrug. âWell not really. I told the public I was searching for someone else to fill my shoes. And youâre basically the perfect fit. Well, the only requirement is being cute and not being dumb as rocks after all. Nothing about gender.â She winked, leaning in to observe him.
She pinched his jaw between her fingers, appraising his features with an approved hum. From the slope of his nose and the crease of his eyes, her eyes dragged against the smooth portrait of the boy before her with a particularly menacing grin. He didn't even know that kind of expression was possible to pull. Nikki was truly more terrifying than what the adverts had painted her to be.
âAnd listen. Thereâs a handguide on everything so I donât have to spill alllllll of the information. So Iâll give you a quick run through of the things I think that would be the most relevant to you.â She said, settling the sceptre down.
âOne. The pay is killer. Two, I transfer my powers here, right now for you and I donât have to search for any more candidates, fast and easy powers, right? Instantaneous, just like that.â She clicked her fingers.
âThree, you get to be a hero.â She struck a pose. "The only reason I don't want to be Nikki anymore, is because I want go on a permanent vacay overseas, and the fact that I'm not cut out to be Nikki." She admitted.
"I hate cardio with a passion and even if I don't get tired for hours on end, I did it for the pay. I'm cute to boot sure, but I can just get back to my old streaming job. You on the other hand had this rock literally pulling me to you. The Nikki before me just chucked the broach and I became her, just like that. You have a legitimate calling." She said.
She took his hand in his, grappling his fingers to touch the broach. He felt static brushing with life underneath his skin, tickling against the surface, warmth skimming under his nerves.
"You felt it right?"
He nodded.
"The handbook described some dumb fizzling touch to be experienced, but I had to literally beg this cold stone to at least cooperate." She said.
Lin Ling gave one look over her costume, then to the box on the side. âHow much is the pay?â He asked.
Her eyes creased up as she handed him a sheet of paper. âThis is the amount I settled on initiallyâÂ
He took it gently, glancing over the terms and the clauses before settling on a humongous number. He looked down once more in doubt, then his eyes turned as big as saucers.Â
It was an unbelievable amount for Lin Ling. If he worked twenty years at his dream advertising job, it wouldnât have even amounted to half the pay the gig was promising him. Suddenly, the prospect of possibly crossdressing didnât seem so dire at that moment. All shame aside, even if he made a total ass of himself im public, he would have the opportunity to retire in the same year and fly off the radar to bum ass nowhere. Maybe he could scamper to a nice town, dilly dallying with his fine arts and mixed media degree taking freelance work. He wanted to experience being a hero as well, just one taste of helping others from the goodness of trust and the want of his soul. This was his chance.
âSo? Whadaya say?â She smiled expectantly.
He really had nothing to go back to. An orphan with a handful of cash in his bank account and a degree that settled in his apartment with a dust collecting flaccid flair.
He gave a meek nod. He was jobless and desperate. She grinned.Â
She took a step back in preparations and oddly enough, he heard the sound of a choir, winding out a melody of tear jerking beauty. Angelic. Against his will, Lin Ling felt a tear rip out of his tear duct, clinging onto his lashes. This was simply absurd.
Pressing a kiss to her ring and index finger, Nikki tapped the gemstone surface. The cockroach sized broach attached itself onto the pads of her fingers, magnetised to the graceful motion of her hands.
A sharp and blinding light pierced his view as the world shuttered to a stop, blending out to a canvas of white and tuning out every background noise to focus on this singular moment, a cry of importance, a wail of attention.Â
Lin Ling thought it was rather pretentious how the world had to single handedly adjust to the magical girl. It was basically calling out for everyone, proclaiming âHey, everybody look at me!â in its fit of glittery glory.
Nikki levitated, rising up as if her single supporting point was her chest. Her head was tossed back and her eyes closed. In a flashy, and admittedly beautiful show of grace, she softly gripped around the broach to part with it, the action from her arm causing an arc of pure light to stretch out. That dainty hand extended out, severing the ties between hero and human.Â
In that final dance of departure, everything reverted back to its normal self.
The cars honked their discordant symphony once more, and what sounded like an angelic choir had been stamped out by the muddy reality of life. He heard the distant smash of glass but was too bamboozled by what he had just witnessed to glance down at the eruption of what was possibly fire.
Shock. He was in a state of shock. Witnessed through the view of blinding animated sparkles. Maybe he was getting second thoughts about the role after all.
âHere.â Nikki said. Her physical attributes were unaltered, only her attire adjusted. Same pink eyes and hair staring back at him with that familiar catty smile, only now, she was wearing casual jeans and a tank top. She pinched the broach between her fingers with a particular delicacy and proceeded to gently press the gem to his chest, settling it to her successorâs sternum.
And maybe it had felt good. The way he was submerged into this silky feeling of heady intoxication. He slowly tucked himself into a ball as the feeling inside him grew, slowly dragging him into that protective pose, a want to preserve the influx of rising heat, vivid and swallowing him in its inviting nature. He didn't notice that his feet lifted off the floor and that showy transformation he had been aghast at before, was being applied in a much showier way to him.
He felt the gem nestle into his skin, sinking and merging into him. Attached with the stone was a gradual fuzzy feeling spreading from that contact point to every inch of his body.
He was settled back down, arms supporting his coy posture with a lax feel in his body, stress evaporating from the confinement of his mind.
âIt feels warm.â He murmured, looking up drowsily with a half lidded gaze. Face flushed, and dizzy with the rush of strength inside of him in that final bid. It made him a bit lethargic. If Lin Ling had held even a semblance of common sense in that moment, he would have realised the way he had held a stupidly sensual expression on his face. Stupidly ditzy and blissed out.
âPerfect.â She smiled down at him, face held a sweet expression curled with satisfaction. âYouâll be the perfect idol.âÂ
âDo yourself a favor, and test out the new powers. Step off the roof with or something like that.â And just like that, she vanished into a puff of pink smoke. He looked down at the broach. He was a hero.Â
He remained there, legs lightly spread, shiny pink boots planted on the floor and with breezy mini skirt for company. He sighed, staring at the sunset, then a new feeling clocked him. It was sobriety. Sudden, like a sharp whack to the head.
He shuddered as he felt a creeping cold breeze flitter through his inner thighs, tickling the skin there. His face paled. âI-, Surely it would spare me some dignity.â He thought.
He casted a cautionary view to the flocking birds and the rooftop door behind him. Not a soul in sight. Lin Ling then proceeded to flip the frilly skirt up, peer down, and groan.
It was a pair of panties! It was no wonder he felt the wind tickle his thighs more than usual. The sheer material was scandalously cut. Low rise with just barely enough coverage to protect his dignity but not enough to preserve his sanity.
His face flushed in embarrassment and distress. Lin Ling closed his eyes and prayed that the skirt would do something better than the atrociously small coverage on his behind.Â
A nervous gaze opened to witness one menial change, an additional lace layer frilling the underside. A feeling of faintness overcame his senses.
Maybe he was just some floozy ass showing pervert at heart. However, at least he had come to the revelation that his praying didn't come to naught. One added layer in its minimal amount was still one layer more than the previous.Â
He closed those eyes once more and prayed with a fervent desire, hoping his sheer will would bend the perverse nature of his clothing choice.Â
He opened his eyes.
A skirt, fluffy and airy with frills galore stuck under a masterfully sewn layer of silk. It was an improvement from the sheer layer that fluttered in an obscenely showy fashion. Yet, it was still only eight inches long.Â
He pressed his face into his hands in dismay, groaning. Why did the outfit treat him this way? Every other Nikki costume was kid friendly with a squeaky and pretty sticker on top, a stamp of green approval. Why was it that it was only him that had the coverage of a female nurse Halloween costume? Scantily clad with the taste of a breeze brushing under him.
He felt hesitancy grip his heart.
Walking out in this state? No dice!
Yet, just before he was going to stomp back, he felt an echo rippling at his heart strings. He recalled Nikkiâs words. âHero.â That maniacal voice uttered. Then, the image of rolling zeroes tumbled behind his eyes and dollar signs.
He casted his view down to the city. To the roads and civilians like him, scared in their vulnerable mortality and praying for any sort of heroic or divine intervention. A plea for help, a grasp at mercy.
He sighed.
It was a call for duty to the world below. So, the hero gave a hesitant inch forward in those toppling heels, shuffling forwards in relief and a bit of confusion at his newfound adeptness to striding in those dangerous heels. It was surprisingly comfy.
He hoped that he inherited the powers properly and that his fate wouldnât be felt out as a pink splat on lackluster cement. That his last moments wouldn't be seen by wearing a sketchy outfit as him being mistaken as some crossdressing pervert with a pink kink for distressingly short skirts. The boy closed his eyes and leapt off the ledge with a touch of heroism and newfound determination.Â
The paycheck would also cover therapy. Physio and mental.
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Au: Lin Ling becomes a magical girl. He takes up the mantle for both hero and idol. Aka, a fic where he is perpetually embarrassed in his new role but does it nonetheless for both the salary and the heroics of it all. Mostly for the salary.
Featuring: a scantily clad uniform unique to him, Crime fighting legs with tall pink boots with even taller heels, and a new sense of mortification derived from his new role and the breeze of his signature, sailorgirl miniskirt.
Least the pay is good.
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Sensuality not included in the package, that's just Lin Ling's natural charm!
Here's the ao3 link to the fic
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would you be mad if I hinted at nicest within the fic but not really? Is this interesting enough? You best say if you want to read it or not!
Hallo, this is a rebrand as I decided to actually chuck in my fics into a collective spot for once. Place holder, bla bla bla. Snippets will slipped here occasionally and old stuff I kicked around.
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