#fubuki group

[jadegretz]

Fubuki: Icebound Esper by Jade Gretz

[whyamiinopmhellagain]

12. What got you into this fandom?, 13. Do you have any unpopular opinions that might land you in some hot water?, and 20. What character dynamic would you like to see explored more?

12. What got you into this fandom?

To be quite honest, I don't remember. I only remember joining tumblr to look at Glitter Force memes, and somehow ended up in BNHA, and then ending up here.

13. Do you have any unpopular opinions that might land you in some hot water?

A few:

Amai Mask is not that bad (but I'm super biased lol)

Fubuki's an asshole. I didn't particularly enjoy the whole thing with Saitama in early season two, or when Silverfang and Bomb teamed up with her, she started calling them the New Fubuki Group. She's growing though.

The Fubuki group is hurting the HA as a whole.

Tatsumaki and Flashy Flash are the only S-class heroes who deserve their arrogance.

(Please feel free to ask about any of these, I would love to explain.)

20. What character dynamic would you like to see explored more?

King and Saitama, obviously, but also Genos and King. With Saitama and King getting closer, Genos and King are going to have to interact more. I wonder if they'll develop a sort of friendship. Maybe Saitama will talk him into playing a video game (as part of his training, of course). What will Genos's react to King's secret be? He kinda already knows, but I want to see how he processes the biggest S-class hero being outed as a fraud, especially as an S-class member himself.

[opmedits]

“Magnificent job! I’m truly impressed!”

One Punch Man 125

[calmlystressingout]

casual clothing?

[mifuyuyu]

completely off topic but my friend and I had quite the intellectual conversation at crackhead hours

[jaygibberish]

[jadegretz]

Fubuki: Cold Mind by Jade Gretz

The Gravity of Doubt

Gravity wept in the subterranean belly of Z-City. Within the cavernous expanse of a sunken, forgotten amphitheater, Fubuki stepped through an atmosphere thick with suspended ruin. Shards of marble, velvet cushions, and splintered mahogany hovered in the damp air, trapped in a stasis that defied natural law. The Hellish Blizzard did not falter. Her emerald dress trailed behind her, untouched by the subterranean muck, protected by a humming, pale-green aura of her own telekinetic design. She was a beacon of high-fashion defiance in a mausoleum of decay.

Her subordinates—the loyal, perhaps overly dependent members of the Blizzard Group—were gone. They had not been killed, but merely erased from the waking world, left slumbering in the tunnels above, trapped in comas of sheer, unadulterated dread. Fubuki had descended alone to face the architect of their nightmare.

"It is incredibly rude to steal my audience," Fubuki announced, her voice ringing like struck crystal across the ruined amphitheater. "And decidedly tasteless to decorate with so much debris. Did you lack the budget for proper interior design, or is squalor simply your aesthetic?"

"Taste," whispered a voice that seemed to slither up from the floorboards and curl around her ankles, "is merely a distraction for the fragile mind."

The shadows coagulated upon the ruined stage. They spun, pulling in the ambient light, weaving a figure of terrifying elegance. It stood tall, draped in a coat of living velvet that absorbed the dim glow of Fubuki’s aura. Its face was a shifting, mesmerizing kaleidoscope of alabaster porcelain and fractured obsidian glass. It possessed no eyes, only a smooth, reflective surface that mirrored Fubuki’s own guarded expression.

"I am known as the Hush," the entity murmured, the sound vibrating not in the air, but directly against the delicate bones of Fubuki’s inner ear. "And you, Fubuki, are a very loud, very desperate scream."

Fubuki’s eyes narrowed. The air around her temperature dropped, frost forming on the edges of the floating rubble. "I am a Class B Rank 1 hero. I suggest you remember the title before I bury you beneath your own stage."

"Titles," the Hush chuckled, a sound like grinding diamonds. "Little ribbons you tie around your insecurities. You wear your pride like a suffocating corset, darling. It cinches your waist, lifts your posture, and starves you of oxygen. Tell me, does it exhaust you? Pretending to be a hurricane when you know, in the deepest, darkest marrow of your bones, you are but a draft in the shadow of a true Tornado?"

Fubuki flinched. The name of her sister, Tatsumaki, was a trigger the creature pulled with expert, surgical precision. Her green aura flickered, dropping by a fraction of a lumen.

The Hush did not miss it. In a blink, the entity bypassed the physical distance, defying the very concept of acceleration. It stood inches from her, suspended in the air. A cold, telekinetic pressure wrapped around Fubuki’s throat—not to strangle, but to caress. It felt intimately terrifying, a ghostly lover’s touch promising eternal rest.

"Give it to me," the Hush purred, leaning in until its mirrored face reflected the terrified widening of her emerald eyes. "The exhaustion. The endless, bitter climb. Surrender the burden of comparison. I can hollow you out, Fubuki. I can make you empty. Empty is so beautifully weightless. Let me shatter the glass house of your ego, and you will never feel the pain of falling short again."

Fubuki felt a seductive pull in her mind. A vision bloomed behind her eyelids: a white, silent room where no one expected anything of her. A place where she didn't have to lead, didn't have to fight, didn't have to look up at the sky and wonder why she couldn't pull meteors from the heavens as her sister did. The Hush offered the ultimate luxury. The luxury of giving up.

"I prefer my glass intact," Fubuki hissed, violently thrusting her hands forward.

A tempest of psychic energy erupted from her palms. The air shrieked as telekinetic blades sliced through the space where the Hush stood. But the entity merely fragmented. It shattered into a thousand jagged pieces of obsidian glass, catching Fubuki’s psychic gale and riding the current like deadly, glittering leaves. They swirled around her, a cyclone of razors, laughing with a hundred overlapping voices.

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