iiinova — where your digital self keeps evolving

anise @clockfighting.bsky.social · 17/08/2026

remembered i have pokerus on my bd file and was able to get it on my sp badge quest file as a result

The "YES... HA HA HA YES!" "sickos" meme. A man with stubble and a shirt that says "sickos" is pressed up against a window as he says the aforementioned dialogue.

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anise @clockfighting.bsky.social · 05/08/2026

LIKE. extremely vague ch 5 spoilers but Look At Them

Aran (in her school clothes) and Motoha (in her Awakened form) embracing each other tightly. Aran has her arms around Motoha's neck and her face buried in the crook of Motoha's neck. Motoha's arms are around Aran as well, hands resting on her back.

Motoha and Aran, pulled back a little from their embrace in the previous picture. They are looking tenderly into each other's eyes.

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anise @clockfighting.bsky.social · 30/06/2026

RANDOM FULL ODDS SHINY BIDOOF?!?!

A camera shot of the battle screen in Pokémon Platinum. An Aipom is facing off against a shiny Bidoof.

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anise @clockfighting.bsky.social · 06/06/2026

some of these were super-hard to choose... mypick.rurino.dev

A grid showing my favorite songs from Hasu as a whole, the three main subunits, Edel Note, and a miscellaneous category. One song is selected in each category for 103rd, 104th, and 105th school years. 103: On your mark, Reflection in the mirror, Tsukimakase, Kokon Touzai, and DEEPNESS. 104: Now or Never, Tsukuyomi Kurage, Proof, Mira-Creation, and Haji wa Jinsei no Kakisute. 105: Charming na Hanataba o, Atarayo Hanabi, Ampere, Vital Sign, Tenchi Reimei, and New Black.

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anise @clockfighting.bsky.social · 27/02/2026

[pkmn ocs] chester, september 1991 does contain references to chester's abusive mother and how she isolates him from everyone else, amongst other things. he also refers to himself as a girl "dressing up" as a boy because this is prior to him becoming consciously aware that he /is/ a boy

You’re sitting in your windowsill with the lights off, and every rustling noise is getting your hopes up. Naoki said he’d show up late at night, but never which night. Waiting up for him has gotten easier. The first night, you were so scared Mama would catch you that you near about puked. Your hair sits heavy under the most boyish hat you own, and your heart sits heavy in your chest. You have to cling to the knowledge that Mama doesn’t treat you right, or else, you’ll start doubting yourself all over again.

It’s best to just disappear and make it a clean cut. It’ll even be good for her, you bet. She needs a life outside of smothering yours.

A bush shakes—just a Ratatta, scurrying across the yard. You’re surprised it’s brave enough to come here. Mama can and will take a broom to anyone and anything that might take a teeny piece of your love.

“Please tell me you’re not your mom,” a voice stage-whispers from that same bush. You near about fall out the window in shock, and you have to bite back a yelp of pain when you hit your head on the top of the sill.

Sure enough, a flashlight beam reveals a slice of Naoki and Suzu, looking stupid as can be, all hunched to the ground. He doesn’t even need the light, not with the full moon shining clear through the trees. City boy, you think fondly to yourself.

“You look ridiculous down there. Now c’mon, before I start losin’ my nerve again.” The second floor of you and Mama’s house is more like a glorified loft, easy to jump from. Naoki comes to stand beneath your window, his long curls pulled back into a ponytail dotted with forest junk. Just the sight of him in the flesh, for the first time in almost a year, is enough to convince you you’re doing the right thing.

Suzu lets out a quiet trill as you toss your cruddy old backpack down, catching the whole thing with her ribbons. You figured it’d be best to travel real light, and your old clothes won’t matter for your plan.

You don’t think about a thing when you follow your bag out the window. You don’t think about Mama one bit.

There the three of you are in the early fall night. You and Naoki size each other up for the barest second before you’re hugging, his face pressed into your ugly white hat.

“What are you wearing?” Naoki whispers against you. His scrawny frame feels like a wall between you and Mama, a door to something better.

“It’s my plan,” you whisper back. “Mama’s gonna be looking for one girl all by herself, yeah? So what if I dressed up as a boy, like you dressed up as your sister when we met? She won’t suspect a thing!”

“That’s...actually such a good idea? Just don’t take any cues from me on how to be manly.”

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anise @clockfighting.bsky.social · 26/02/2026

[sskk, 🔞] girls can have little a homoerotic biting, as a treat

Something bright and sharp pierces your own neck—Rashoumon is back in full force, the sheets beneath the two of you completely stripped to give it shape and size. Its teeth grind where yours hold steady, worrying at the flesh as if to remind you that whatever there is between you and Akutagawa, it’s mutual.

You let yourself pull away first. This isn’t a contest, you think dimly, as the tiger roars for you to lap at the blood smeared all over Akutagawa’s bare neck and jutting collarbones. A thin trail has smudged its way down over one of her small breasts, and you can no longer tell yourself you’re the better person.

“Animal,” Akutagawa breathes, punctuating it with another clench of Rashoumon’s hungry jaw. You’re inexorably drawn to the glistening wetness of her lips, how harmless her cruel mouth is compared to yours. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are laser-focused on the blood dripping from your own neck to spatter all over her stomach.

“Are you-- Do you like this?”

“Why Dazai-san has any notion of you being a detective, I’ll never know. If I disliked it, weretiger, I would be gone and you would be dead. It’s truly that simple.” Ignoring the fact that Akutagawa practically moaned that entire speech, the mention of Dazai-san has your hackles back up. Is Akutagawa thinking of her? Does she wish it were Dazai-san marking her in a way that only you can? The thought is unbearable, all of a sudden.

You kiss her, clumsy and open-mouthed, Rashoumon still in your neck. If violence is the only language she speaks, you’ll speak it to her.

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anise @clockfighting.bsky.social · 16/02/2026

[pkmn ocs] naoki, march 2011 (earlier in the timeline than the previous one) lyra immediately accepting and loving her other dad vs. naoki's self-flagellating guilt about not being there for her vs. naoki's sense of wonder that this whole human child is his daughter is a favorite subject of mine

Lyra is in your bedroom, for some reason. She’s got the door to the courtyard slid open, and damp, chilly spring air has made its presence known in the room. She’s sitting criss-cross on a cushion, watching her Feraligatr stomp about in the rain.

“Papa said I could come in,” Lyra blurts before you can even open your mouth to ask.

“That’s fine,” and you don’t think there’s anything too obscene or upsetting out in the open for her to see. Maybe the notebooks full of your own father’s poetry next to the lamp—but she wouldn’t know the significance of those, now would she? You’re constantly trying to wrap your head around the fact that you’re even allowed to call Lyra your daughter. She reminds you so much of Ches when you were kids that it hurts—so open, so eager to trust you with her love.

“I’m worried about Borrel out there.” From where you’re standing, it doesn’t look like Borrel needs much worrying about. She seems to be having a grand old time out there. When you tell Lyra as much, she insists, “Yeah, but she’s an ectotherm, and it’s real chilly out.”

“Nice vocab,” you tell her, honestly impressed. Borrel continues to play in the rain, noticeably unbothered by the cold.

“Professor Elm made me do a buncha research and write a report on which starter I wanted, back… back home.” She sounds almost apologetic when she mentions her home. Your memories of Ches’ old house are coming up on fifteen years old, but you do recall the place being a bit of a dump. You wonder what Lyra thinks of your family’s giant, sprawling complex, if she sees a place for herself here.

“I think your Forretress is out there, too, Daddy.”

You don’t see anything except Borrel having the time of her scaly life until you come right up to the door. The light hits an edge of Kazuko’s metallic shell, most of her bulk hidden under the awning of Tamao’s room across from yours. Her cannons are retracted for the night.

“As long as Borrel doesn’t try to touch her, it should be fine,” you assure Lyra. You tower over her even when you’re both standing, so you sit your bony ass down at a respectful distance.

“Brrr. Lyra, sweet pea, what’ve you got the door open for? It’s freezin’.” Ches is back from wherever he went, shivering despite wearing socks, long pants, and that giant red sweater that makes him look like a Delibird.

“I’m just watchin’ out for Borrel,” she replies dutifully.

“Borrel’s a big, big girl, baby, she can watch herself. C’mon, let’s let me and your daddy get to sleep.”

She actually rolls her eyes, a bit of the petulant tween in her after all. Still, she gives you a quick hug and a “night-night, Daddy” before she scampers off to say goodnight to Ches. You sit there, flabbergasted, for a solid five minutes after she’s left the room.

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anise @clockfighting.bsky.social · 14/02/2026

hwy does butch kaho just look like chuuya fdkgsfh

A screenshot of Hinoshita Kaho from the IcHiGo milK love pv. She wears a white hat and suit with rose and feather decorations. She's winking at the camera with one hand in a "shh" gesture by her mouth, and the other akimbo on her hip.

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anise @clockfighting.bsky.social · 12/02/2026

[pkmn ocs, 🔞] chester, spring 2011 i cheated and pulled this from a much longer wip, which is actually not all about naoki finding inner peace when he learns he can be a sub top lmfao

This raw, vulnerable version of Naoki feels like a stranger and achingly familiar, all at the same time. You don’t wanna spook him back into his cracked shell. You wanna take care of him, so bad that it’s something physical, clenching in your heart and rising up your throat.

“Let’s get you outta that pretty head of yours,” you tell him, and do a stupid little Teddiursa crawl across the bed to straddle his waist. His breath leaves in a rush when you sit.

Already not off to the sexiest start. Still, Naoki stares up at you obediently, dark eyes wide. You can’t even tell where his pupil stops and his iris starts. Yeah, you can do this for him.

Nice and slow, you lean down, your forearms bracketing his head for support. You press a kiss to the bow of his upper lip, and he opens right up for you. The warm puff of his breath against your lips is a surrender you want to devour. You keep the kiss soft, meltingly tender, and Naoki whines into your mouth like he doesn’t even know he’s making the noise. You’re getting some kinda cuteness aggression from it, pulling away just a smidge to pepper the rest of his face with even more kisses.

“Oh, you’re gonna be easy for it, huh?” you murmur against his cheek.

Naoki makes a gormless sound like “mughmph”. You suck at the sweet spot under his earlobe. His fingers tug a tentative question against the hem of your shirt. You entertain the idea for a sec, but—

“Sssh, not now, baby. We’re all about you right now.”

“Ches, you don’t have to—”

You pull away to fix him with a look. He’s flushed and skittish and thinking so many thoughts that they’re practically falling out his ears.

“I don’t ‘have’ to, but I want to,” you say firmly. Fuck, you hope that doesn’t just sound like you’re about to go off on a lecture in your Dad Voice. “And if I wanna suck your soul straight out your dick, you’re just gonna have to be a good boy about it, yeah?”

Naoki’s face goes on a whole journey over the course of that sentence. He’s winding up an eye-roll at “suck your soul straight out your dick”, only for it to fall apart into something thunderstruck at “good boy”. Your mouth blooms into a manic grin as he realizes he’s just been caught out. Oh, you have his number now.

“My good boy,” you repeat, lifting your hips so you can start to pull his yukata open at the chest.

“You sound like a nursery school teacher,” is Naoki’s sad attempt at acting like he’s not into it. You kiss the hollow of his throat, his little moan buzzy against your lips.

“Sweet baby,” you insist, over his sternum this time. You’re far enough down his lanky torso that you can feel him hard against your ass. It still feels like winning, every time.

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anise @clockfighting.bsky.social · 10/02/2026

[pkmn ocs] niamh, 2040 not super-happy w/this one. it's further into the anise cringe pokemon oc cinematic universe timeline than i've ever written.

The bar is stuffed to the gills, to the point you’re surprised people are still being ushered in. Judging by the outfits of the clientele, they’re either running a theme night, or Pewter City is the central hub for nerds who want to turn it the fuck up. A few yards to your left, there’s a comically tall girl sticking out from the crowd like an Alolan Exeggutor trying to blend in with a herd of its Kantonian counterparts. She’s nursing a drink that might not even be alcoholic, shoulders hunched like she’s terrified of her skinny frame taking up space. You’re aware you’re just openly checking her out at this point.

The deciding factor is her outfit. She’s wearing a bolo tie, and you’ve got to know what kind of lesbian wears a fucking bolo tie to the bar.

“Is this another wedding party, or what?”

The girl takes a moment to register you’re talking to her. It might have something to do with the fact that the top of your head barely clears her shoulder, and that’s in heels. She leans down towards you with the obliging air of someone accustomed to talking to short people.

“Is it a what now?” Her voice is only just strong enough for you to hear as the song playing shifts from some light house to thumping bass.

“A wedding party,” you repeat, louder this time.

“Oh, no! It’s, uh, a conference. Librarians’ conference.”

“No shit?” That explains the outfits, then. “You from Pewter U?”

“Ecruteak City Public Libraries,” she says, sounding distracted. “I—I’m sorry, that’s my supervisor up there.”

You follow the line of her pointed finger to watch an unassuming middle-aged woman absolutely busting her ass out on the raised dance floor. The girl smothers the sweetest little giggle into her drink, the sound bouncing around the cup. You make a show of looking away from the dancing supervisor.

“So, um.” She runs a hand through her mop of short curls, a nervous habit. “Are you from Pewter U, then?”

“Nah, went to U of Hulbury. In Galar? I’m over at the FCMBFR—fuck, that’s a mouthful—nowadays, on field research for modern-born fossil Pokemon.”

This is somehow exactly the right thing to say to pop a cute librarian out of her shell. Her big brown eyes light up like a Yamper ready to chase a ball.

“Really? I was gifted a modern-born Kabuto kind of recently, and I’ve read a couple of papers from you all—I’m kind of a nerd about Rock-types, sorry.”

That admission alone makes you want to pull her down by her stupid bolo tie and kiss her.

“Don’t be,” and you’re aware you’re sliding out of flirt-mode and into the nerd-mode you try not to show girls. Something, something, rock blasts in glass houses.

It’s somewhere around the last call when you remember you were trying to pick this girl up, not spend four hours comparing cleaning brushes for different kinds of Rock-types.

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anise @clockfighting.bsky.social · 09/02/2026

[p5x, labeling this stuff now that i've somehow made it three days in a row] timeloops mean that runayaka Could have happened in at least one of them. sorry ayaka for making you a huge loser in this one lmao

When Howler joined the team, you’d had a sort of...preconceived notion as to what her costume would look like. The obvious answer stares you down while you busk with unblinking button eyes, day after day. She loves Shichi-kun so much, why wouldn’t her desires reflect that in the Metaverse?

No, you think miserably as you leap back with the rest of the group to engage a pack of Shadows. No, Howler couldn’t just transform into a living mascot suit. She has to be the...the...the sexy Halloween party version of Shichi-kun. (You have never been invited to a Halloween party in your life.)

“Chord!” Puppet calls through comms, her voice sounding like it’s coming from underwater. You panic, scrambling for your guitar to riff out a buff for Wonder--

--and you can physically feel Calliope judging you when it lands on Howler instead. On Howler and her stupid skintight suit and puppy paws with squishy beans and you’re just going to crawl into a hole and perish. Wonder and Moko both send questioning looks your way, but they roll with your rhythm easily enough. With your music running lightning-quick through her veins, Howler calls up Aura and completely incinerates the Shadows.

“Awooo!” she cheers. You are down so bad for a girl who says “Awooo” out loud.

“You good?” Wonder asks softly, a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m, uh. I’m fine, I promise. Thanks for checking in, Wonder.”

Of all people, it’s Howler herself who saves you. She shuffles up behind you and tries to tug on one of your useless-but-cool belts. Wonder conveniently vanishes deeper into the gritty tunnels of Mementos, just far enough to be out of hearing range. You should be thankful to have such a supportive friend, you really should.

“Um, Chord?”

“Howler?”

“You’re not mad at me, are you? I feel like you’ve been staring at me, and, um, if I did something to make you angry, I’m really really sorry.” As she speaks, her voice drops in volume. She sounds like she’s about to cry, which would be unbearable for a multitude of reasons.

“No, I’m not mad at all! I was just. Uh, admiring your Thief outfit. From, like, an aesthetic standpoint.”

Howler perks right up, and you remember belatedly she’s a fashion design student. Beneath her shaggy-dog fringe, there’s a light in her eyes now.

“Ohhhh, okay, phew! I was worried… But!” and here, she leans in close enough that your shoulders bump together. “I bet I know which part you like the best!”

This cannot be happening. She’s noticed you staring at her butt like a total creep, and is just too nice to tell you to get lost. You bury your face in your hands, like that’ll put a stop to this trainwreck of a conversation.

“The super-realistic fluffy tail, right?”

“The ta-- Yes! The tail. It does look like a good tail. A good dog tail.”

You think you’re off the hook...until Howler shoots you a surprisingly bold wink.

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anise @clockfighting.bsky.social · 08/02/2026

i need aya and chuuya to meet so badly

“They’re just hiring anyone these days, huh?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Defensiveness comes so fast to you now.

“I mean, you’ve gotta be, what, ten? Do they not have school anymore out in the light?” Nakahara Chuuya says “the light” like it’s where the unpopular kids sit during lunch.

“Did you go to school?” you ask. It sounds too sharp and too babyish, all at the same time. You’re pretty sure you’re supposed to be polite to her, but not a total doormat. She’s still mafia, which is iffy for the ADA, but not a super-big problem for you. After all, Akutagawa’s mafia, too.

Nakahara huffs out a little laugh through her nose.

“Fair enough.” She tips back in her chair the way the boy who sat in front of you in fourth grade used to do all the time. You don’t remember his name anymore. School feels like something that happened to a different girl entirely.

You watch as Nakahara tries really, really hard not to make a face at the oversteeped tea you brought her. She’s not a client, so you could probably just leave her here. The thing is, part of you wants to see up close what all the hype is about. You don’t know what it was like before the airport, but now, there seems to be a Nakahara-shaped hole between Dazai and Sigma. For someone barely any taller than you, she sure seems to take up a lot of real estate in everyone’s brains. It makes you weirdly jealous of her—not even for her crazy strong ability, just a vague something that you know she has and you don’t.

“Kid,” Nakahara begins.

“Kouda,” you tell her, because of course she wouldn’t remember your name.

“Kouda,” she agrees. The brim of the ugliest hat in the world casts a shadow over her eyes. You have no idea what she’s thinking. It makes you a little uncomfortable, which then makes you feel dumb for feeling that way in the first place. You stand up a little straighter, trying to look like you’re a real member of the ADA, someone she has to take seriously.

“They treating you right here?”

“Huh?”

Nakahara makes a vague gesture at the waiting room.

“These chumps. They at least paying you?”

“Yeah?” You don’t know why Nakahara, who’s supposed to be a bazillionaire, cares. “I mean, technically, it’s supposed to go to my dad, but, uh.” You don’t want to think about the time

Kunikida and the President went to see your dad. You haven’t seen him since, and one of the office ladies pays you in cash. Is that illegal?

“Wait a minute,” a thought occurring to you before you’re even done with the previous one. “Are you, like, trying to recruit me? ‘Cause Akutagawa already tried...I think.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“You know how cats bring you dead stuff to show you they love you?” She nods slowly. “Yeah. It’s like that.”

Nakahara throws back her head and laughs.

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anise @clockfighting.bsky.social · 07/02/2026

mion, february 2025 (spoilered for depictions of depression and references to persona canon-typical violence)

You’re having One Of Those Days. You weren’t when Kaito left for work this morning—you always wake up to see him off, and less always go back to bed for a few hours once he’s gone. Somewhere in the space between laying back down and waking back up, a switch has been flipped in you. You’ve been staring at the grooves of the floor for an indeterminate amount of time. If you let your eyes unfocus, the space between two of the boards looks like a mouth curled into a frown.

Your head is the bad kind of empty. You know this because it’s starting to pulse in time with your dry tongue—dehydrated. You make no move to get up.

If you called Kaito, or even texted him, you know he’d drop everything to come take care of you. His workplace knows all about his “sick fiancee” whose condition can take a turn for the worse at any second. You came to the company New Year’s party a few months ago, and all Kaito’s coworkers were so shocked that you were 1) real, and 2) devastatingly hot. The memory doesn’t make you feel a thing.

Reaching your phone is too much effort, and besides, the old compulsion is there again. You have to protect him. You’re the smart one, the oldest one left, so it falls to you to protect him from… What? You?

At that thought, Teke-Teke clatters up your spine, and you hate her for it. You wish she’d shut up and go away and belong only to whoever you were in the days where everything burned smoky and desperate like an oil fire. If I art thou and thou art I, can’t she be happy for you? How come she never scuttles around on your good days?

She doesn’t answer. She hasn’t answered you at all, not since you went back into the Labyrinth (Michiru’s blood was gone from the floors, like he’d never lived and died at all) and forced her back into your veins with what, at the time, seemed like such a deep, dark secret to tell.

So calling Kaito is a no-go. You’ll feel silly about it by evening, you’re sure, but right now, the thought is untenable. You wish you didn’t even know what the word “untenable” meant. Still, your phone gleams judgmentally at you from the floor. The charge light is green, and probably has been for hours. You could totally reach it without having to get up—your arms are long enough.

Like you’re moving through tar, the way Shadows felt against your naginata right before you cut through and burst into nothing, you raise your hand. Slap it down on the floor nowhere near your phone. Try again. Succeed. There’s a text notification from your mom:

Mama ❤️ 08:43

Good morning, Mion-chan!

You do love that she goes out of her way to call you “Mion-chan”. It doesn’t make you better, but it doesn’t make you worse.

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anise @clockfighting.bsky.social · 04/02/2026

lmao god i thought this was isaac until i remembered how to read

Thumbnail of an anime character with spiky blonde hair, a yellow scarf, and blue shirt, similar to the design of Isaac from the Golden Sun series. It is, in fact, from a show called "Yomotsu no Tsugai", which has nothing to do in the least with GS.

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anise @clockfighting.bsky.social · 25/06/2025

delighted to announce that i got geeta today

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anise @clockfighting.bsky.social · 07/06/2025

this is the best episode of hz

Another screencap from Pokemon Horizons episode 98. The Midday Lycanroc is still rolled over, while Pagogo, Liko, and Quaxwell all rub its tummy. Since Pagogo is too small to reach with its limbs, it's nuzzling Lycanroc instead.

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anise @clockfighting.bsky.social · 18/05/2025

i......did not know i had this much to say about a playthrough of blue version

A screencap of the bottom bar in a LibreOffice document. To the left of the image, it says "Page 1 of 39"; to the right, "16,115 words, 92,501 characters".

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anise @clockfighting.bsky.social · 17/05/2025

every day i think about the aoaqua meet cute being blue girl dashingly rescuing aqua, and the fact that aqua sits on her shoulder. when they put aqua in dl in 2069, Then You Will Realize

A shot of Blue Girl bracing against her D-board. Her arm is outstretched, reaching towards the camera, and she has a determined expression on her face. The subtitles show her calling out "This way! Hurry!" to an offscreen Aqua.

The reverse-shot of the previous image, showing Aqua from the torso up. She's hesitating to reach back to Blue Girl, as if surprised that a human is trying to help her.

Blue Girl smiling reassuringly at Aqua, who is perched on her left shoulder. Aqua's body language is hesitant, almost like she's hiding behind Blue Girl. The subtitles show Blue Girl addressing Aqua, telling her, "Don't worry. We're your allies."

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anise @clockfighting.bsky.social · 09/03/2025

i am perhaps the only spritzee line enjoyer on the planet, and i will treasure my boy purple flurp forever

A screenshot from Pokemon Shield, showing a Shiny Spritzee named "Purple Flurp".

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anise @clockfighting.bsky.social · 09/03/2025

not included: the absolutely deranged "HHHHHEEEEEEEEE" noise i made when this popped up

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anise @clockfighting.bsky.social · 06/01/2025

kozue absolutely not beating the uhaul lesbian accusations

A screencap of Kozue and Kaho standing outside the Otomune family home, which is a mansion. Kaho is asking, "Uh, I, uhm, should I wear a dress next time...!?"

Another screencap of Kozue and Kaho standing side-by side in front of the Otomune family house. Kozue is saying, "My, that would be cute, too. But, it's fine. I have plenty of dresses from when I was in middle school you can wear."

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anise @clockfighting.bsky.social · 06/01/2025

can i offer you a stock photo of a water bottle in these trying times

A screencap of Kozue holding out what is clearly a real-life photo of a red water bottle. The caption is cut off, but the visible part reads "...an invigorating sports drink for you, if you'd like."

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anise @clockfighting.bsky.social · 05/01/2025

#yugiblorbos🎡 more contextual setsuna stuff

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anise @clockfighting.bsky.social · 05/01/2025

#yugiblorbos🎡 you know what, here's [gestures vaguely] all this shit about shuu (protag) and setsuna (god's least favorite rival who everyone would love if she was a guy) that started because i made a joke comparing them to shuake

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anise @clockfighting.bsky.social · 05/01/2025

me when the card games are about finding the will to live

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anise @clockfighting.bsky.social · 07/12/2024

master duel thanking me for my years of service as an aoi stan

A screencap of a Prismatic Rarity copy of "Trickstar Noble Angel" in Master Duel.

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anise @clockfighting.bsky.social · 01/12/2024

oooUUUGHHHGHG the verses of hanamusubi being set up like a dialogue between kaho/ginko and kozue, then doing relays from ginko ➡️ kaho ➡️ kozue to show how each of them is tied to the member who came before her

A .gif of a "cursed emoji" with a comically exaggerated expression of despair. It quickly disintegrates into small fragments.

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anise @clockfighting.bsky.social · 01/12/2024

nine seconds into the hanamusubi pv and i'm already screaming crying throwing up etc etc

A screencap from the PV of "Hanamusubi", a song by Cerise Bouquet. The three members of the unit are standing on a school rooftop at sunset, next to a fence. Kaho and Ginko are on the right side of the image, looking back over their shoulders at Kozue. Both of them look uncertain. Kozue is facing the opposite direction, smiling with her head held high.

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anise @clockfighting.bsky.social · 30/11/2024

[hz 075 spoilers????] ah, yes, my favorite fire emblem game: pokemon horizons

Lucius and Rystal from Pokemon Horizons standing side-by-side. Both are smiling at something off-camera.

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anise @clockfighting.bsky.social · 23/11/2024

saw this floating around, and i am nothing if not willing to share my milquetoast Opinions

A chart of the Generations I-IX Pokemon starter trios. They are arranged in three rows: Fire on top, Grass in the middle, and Water on the bottom. I've placed stars on my favorites from each Gen: Bulbasau

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