tanaka i mean ajin sideblog

With that, I made Sato's group full of wannabe gangsters except his family got real ones. The group is a bunch of annoying teenage boys, for the most part.

I kind of wanted to inspire a small comic idea on something that happened years ago in relation to that, cause looking back as an adult, it was funny(but I'll do that one later).

A little quick sketch of them, lol.

I also made a photocard version

Ajin Week 2026 Day 4 - K-on

(UH CONTEXT!!! My story includes mentions of the plot and storyline of ajin, but the thing is my story takes place in current day USA and is about how in Japan there are now laws protecting ajin, but in the USA there are none and even some companies can use them for research and such. The main character in this is Maddie.)

ME fanfic tile is Ajins Are NOT Human

https://archiveofourown.org/works/87701101/chapters/238842691

It’s raining again, heavy rain that thrashes against the window. I pull my arms around myself, I’m cold but not cold enough to decide to get up from my chair and find a coat or a blanket. I lean back, breathing in the smokey air, my cigarette resting limply in my hand before I bring it back to my lips… God, today is fucking beautiful, I’ve always loved the rain. I got the house after my father died, mom isn’t doing well with his passing, but I stopped caring for that man years ago. I hope he’s burning in hell. 

However, the house is now mine, and I can’t help but love this place. When me and my sister were little, we would run down the hall with our family dog, giggling as he blindly followed our voices. Now the hall is empty. Now the house is vacant except for me. A lonely place, out in the middle of nowhere. 

Somewhere, outside my window, someone moves. My head snaps to see who it was immediately, because like I said I live in the middle of nowhere. Most people don’t dare come out here without a car, and yet it wasn’t the quick movement I would expect from a car… no it’s a person out there. I stare, trying to find where the movement came from. 

Then I finally caught a glimpse of her. Young, you can tell by her height. She’s wearing a thin hoodie and  shorts, which seems like a mistake because of how she’s shivering, and stumbling down the side of the road in soggy boots… clearly she’s not from here, because any local would know that we get heavy rain during winter, rain that starts suddenly. Storms like this happen commonly enough that I keep a jacket and umbrella in my car just in case. 

What the hell is she doing out here? Alone..? I pull myself to my feet, quickly pulling on my rainboots and thin rain coat, taking one last drag from my cigarette before putting it out in my ash tray. I step out into the rain, waving to her and trying to get her attention. 

“Hey! What are you doing?! It’s late, it’s raining!” I call out, “Do you need to call your parents?” 

She turns sharply, like she just noticed me, and a look of pure fear flashes across her face, she stumbles back a step, like I might attack. I raise my hands in surrender, trying to show I mean her no harm… but she doesn't seem to understand, so I ask again. 

“Where are your parents? Why are you out here in the rain? It’s late,” I call out. 

She stands there for a moment, before stepping forward, “Can I come inside?”

“You can’t just ask to come inside people’s houses, not everyone has the best intentions kid-” My voice dies in my throat when I see how she’s looking at me… like I’m her last hope. Like I can help her. 

“I just… I just need to stay for the night, until the rain stops,” She pleads with me, stepping closer again with a frown. 

What should I do… after all it’s not like I can just let any kid into my house, if she’s a runaway and the police come looking for her, I think I could be charged with kidnapping. Or if she’s some kind of criminal, I could be aiding her. But if she’s desperate enough to ask me, then she’s desperate enough to continue walking through the streets asking others too. And I know that would end badly.

“Shit… Fine. But just for a moment, so you can get warm,” I hold open the door, and she triumphantly steps inside. I watch as her nose crinkles at the scent of smoke that’s still fuming through my house, and I rush to open a window and get her a towel. 

*

She’s sat down on my couch now, hot chocolate in her hands, curled up in a towel. She looks thinner in this light, like she likely hasn’t been eating much. I wouldn’t say she looks malnourished, hell I was the same weight and height around her age, but it’s still concerning when she’s been out so late. Up close, you can see things you may not have thought about, like her hair. 

It’s naturally a blondeish color, you can see that from how the roots are growing, but there's this old black hair dye that’s stripped the natural yellow hues in favor of dark blueish grey. The dye drips down her back, staining the towel and her old hoodie. I go grab her a warm shirt and a pair of jeans, they’ll likely not fit right, but it’s better than sitting in soaking wet clothes. 

I step back inside the living room with the clothes in hand, and I smile and keep my voice polite, because I don’t want her to get scared and run, “Why don’t you change in the bathroom and then we can talk? Is that okay?” 

She glances at the clothes in my hand, then nods slowly, “Yes please.” 

I hand them to her, and show her to the bathroom. She disappears inside, but doesn’t fully close the door, leaving a crack open. I don’t bring it up, instead I just turn around so as to not see anything. A moment or so later the door creaks open, and she hands me the soaking wet clothes. I am quick to turn and put them into the washing machine, and I follow her back to the living room, letting her sit down again before I start my questioning. 

“My name is Miss Eliza, what’s yours?” 

She watches me for a moment, then averts her gaze, voice going a bit quiet, “My name’s Maddie.”

“Maddie? Maddie what?” I sit in the lounge chair beside her, keeping eye contact. 

She looks confused at my question, “It’s just Maddie.” 

“Right… Well, Maddie,” I grin slightly, glancing at the rain falling outside, “Why were you out there? It’s dark out and raining…”

“I just… I got a bit lost,” She says it uncertainly… and I can tell she’s lying to me. 

I pretend to not notice, “Well let’s call your parents to get you home, what’s their phone number?”

“I-” She opens her mouth, then shuts it, and shakes her head. 

I still pull out my phone, “Can you remember it?”

“No…” 

“Did your parents never make you memorise their numbers?” I frown, something about this is clearly wrong. She’s making this all up, I can tell by her tone, by how she waits for me to say something before she adds to it to explain what happened. 

“Not really,” She’s still avoiding eye contact, her hand goes to her wrist and she pinches herself, “I just… Miss, please just let me stay the night. I promise I’ll be gone by the morning.” 

“Maddie,” I clear my throat, trying to sound serious, “You can’t just… go into stranger’s houses like this. I need to call your parents and get you home. I could get in trouble.” 

“I’m just tired. I’ve been walking all day.” 

“Walking all day? Don’t you have school?” I sigh, trying to make what she’s saying make sense.

She shakes her head, “Please just let me rest here.”

“What’s your parents phone number?” I ask again, I can feel slight irritation creeping up my neck. 

I think she noticed how I am losing my patience, and finally she answers, “I ran away… I can’t go back. Miss Eliza, I really can’t go back.” 

“What? Why?”

“I just… I can’t go back,” tears are coming to her eyes, but she quickly wipes them away. Something inside me breaks at the sight of her crying. 

“Fine. But only for tonight…” 

*

She’s asleep on the couch now, curled up into a ball, covered in blankets. I don’t know why I let her stay, fuck this was a bad idea… but I said yes. And I know that calling the police or CPS is only going to make things worse. Because if she’s lying about simply being a runaway, I could face jail time. But if not, then the police might place her back into whatever house was shitty enough for her to decide to run. This is the safest option. I step out of the living room and into my bedroom. I lay down on my bed, and I try to get some rest.

Beach episode haha

ENG: I actually put off finishing a drawing I’d started because I got hooked on the idea; I found the possibilities it offered really fun. :-D

ESP: Aún me falta un dibujo (o escena) más para esta chistosa idea.

ENG: I still have one more drawing (or scene) left for this funny idea. 😜

ESP: Estaba pensando en: Si Gen tiene que pelo tan largo, alguna vez no se lo habrá peinado para ver cómo le quedaban otros estilos de peinados??

ENG: I was wondering: Since Gen has such long hair, has he ever styled it differently just to see how other hairstyles would look on him?

ESP: Perdón si por mi estilo G en parece más una mujer, pero también creo que es porque en general el tipo por su pelo y cara ya se me hacia muy femenino (al menos en apariencia) para el grupo al que pertenecía. 😅

ENG: Sorry if my style makes Gen look more like a woman, but I also think it's because, given his hair and face, the guy already struck me as very feminine —at least in appearence— for the group he belonged to. 😅

I'm including the English translation, although I don't think it's very reliable. 😝