Doujin Ideas
People have been telling me lately they they want to see me produce a doujinshi or a story of some sorts. Well, I have NEVER drawn them before, but I think I'd be confident enough to try and do something if I had a really goo idea to start with..! I have two ideas (the first one I am posting now), both of them are set in the Kaiji universe, but at separate times.
**SEASON1 KAIJI SPOILERS OMG**
Prompt:
This first one is taking place in the car when Kaiji and a few of the other contestants are being taken home from the Hotel. Kaiji is hit hard finally from the stress and pain of his newly accumulated injuries and losses.
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I am bad writer, so mind the errors and shitty wordplay LOL This is more for me to remember the scenes I want to draw later. This is only the first scene. There will be another right after it, but I'll have to draw it before its posted :>
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It was over. He lost again.. Lost because he was too stupid to think straight. Instead, he prayed to God; an entity that always turned their shoulder on his misfortune and guided him further down the road of destruction and fear. If only he was thinking clearly.. It was so obvious that Hyoudou was cheating and it would have been too easy to figure out if he wasn't so scared of losing his own damn game.
Now he was heading back to the outside world. In the back seat of the suit's car with other contestants that lost long before he did. His debts still in tact, his hand(s) empty. The Hell of reality finally sinking in, his loss, his pain... Kaiji cringes,
"Shit..!" Kaiji curses under his breath and brings his undamaged hand to his forehead, his trembling fingers trying to ease the coil of pain building in his brain. His eyes sting with a familiar shame that graced him regularly, unforgivable pain that no man should ever express to anyone. Tears streamed down his bowed face, his figure hunched in his car seat.
"Kaiji-san..?" It was 'Number 11' who was sitting next to him, the man Kaiji had made help him with his lottery gamble. The man was genuinely worried about Kaiji and probably just a depressed to see him in so much pain. He was actually holding the small plastic bowl that carried Kaiji's cadaver'd fingers and ear, the whites of his knuckles exposed on the rim where he clenched the container.
Kaiji wipes his brow and stinging eyes furiously when he hears his name called, the gesture pulling him back into his current reality,
"I'm fi--...ne..."
A powerful wave of nausea and vertigo suddenly slams into Kaiji, the little blood he has left begins to run cold. The raging chill spreads from the tips of his fingers to clasp tightly to his chest, stunting his current breath into a shallow gasp. His body shudders as the air he intakes becomes increasingly thinner, the pressure in his chest causing a thick liquid to build deep in his throat. The tears that once were streaming down his face come to a halt, the dry trails creasing as his eyes widen. Copper fills his mouth as the immense pressure presses down on his head once again....
"...Grk!" Kaiji chokes, forcefully pressing his hand over his gaping mouth, his body subconsciously lurching forward as it expels a dark liquid in a hacking cough. The phlegm, saliva, and blood mix together and burst through the cracks in his finger's grasp. Blood trails down his hand and chin fluidly, his rasping throat is begging for air in dry heaves,
'...ji!'
'ar....y..a...ght?!'
He hears voices, but they're slowly drowning, blocked off as the cold and new pain engulf his body. Someone is touching him, pulling his hand away from his mouth and tilting his chin up. The car is a blur to him, someone in front of him is yelling through a window at the driver. The man sitting next to him is clenching his shoulder, his other hand shaking as he gently nudges Kaiji's face to keep it from lulling downwards. Kaiji felt weak, tired, the blurred faces in front of him are full of concern and fear. Were they... worried for him? What's happening..?
His body was slowly giving into the dull ache, the idea of giving up and passing out becoming more and more tempting.. But through his haze and numbness, he can feel someone tightly clenching his shoulder and hand, their words inaudible but their faces burned into his memory...
'I'd lose again if I gave up.'
Kaiji struggles to breathe, a cold sweat forming on his brow as he concentrated all of his strength and will into staying awake. He can feel the motion of the vehicle coming to a halt and many extra hands pulling his limp body out of a door and into the evening sun. When his feet hit the asphalt he instantly staggers, more hands grasp his shoulders and two pairs of arms snake under his own to keep him up. He's hurriedly ushered into a room of white where he's met by various blurs of white coats and even more hands. He's forced onto something that felt like a stretcher, his chin is tilted upwards as something is pressed into his dry mouth and throat. He tries to gag, but his weak, shaking body could do nothing but tremble as it slid over his mouth...
Air.
Strong bursts of air fill his starving lungs, relieving them. The nausea returns, but he feels that he is now safe in this new, almost refreshing haze... He hears nothing, he sees nothing, the world is finally and completely numb. Was it safe to close his eyes...?
It didn't matter.
He felt safe in this nothingness.
Kaiji finally passes out.
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There IS another part to this, but only if its drawn! I still have to type out the second idea, it involves what would happen during the beginning of season 2 if Kaiji's guess in the car was correct LOL that one has the potential to become really.... dirty.
Both are appealing to me, let me know what you think!
**SEASON1 KAIJI SPOILERS OMG**
Prompt:
This first one is taking place in the car when Kaiji and a few of the other contestants are being taken home from the Hotel. Kaiji is hit hard finally from the stress and pain of his newly accumulated injuries and losses.
******
I am bad writer, so mind the errors and shitty wordplay LOL This is more for me to remember the scenes I want to draw later. This is only the first scene. There will be another right after it, but I'll have to draw it before its posted :>
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It was over. He lost again.. Lost because he was too stupid to think straight. Instead, he prayed to God; an entity that always turned their shoulder on his misfortune and guided him further down the road of destruction and fear. If only he was thinking clearly.. It was so obvious that Hyoudou was cheating and it would have been too easy to figure out if he wasn't so scared of losing his own damn game.
Now he was heading back to the outside world. In the back seat of the suit's car with other contestants that lost long before he did. His debts still in tact, his hand(s) empty. The Hell of reality finally sinking in, his loss, his pain... Kaiji cringes,
"Shit..!" Kaiji curses under his breath and brings his undamaged hand to his forehead, his trembling fingers trying to ease the coil of pain building in his brain. His eyes sting with a familiar shame that graced him regularly, unforgivable pain that no man should ever express to anyone. Tears streamed down his bowed face, his figure hunched in his car seat.
"Kaiji-san..?" It was 'Number 11' who was sitting next to him, the man Kaiji had made help him with his lottery gamble. The man was genuinely worried about Kaiji and probably just a depressed to see him in so much pain. He was actually holding the small plastic bowl that carried Kaiji's cadaver'd fingers and ear, the whites of his knuckles exposed on the rim where he clenched the container.
Kaiji wipes his brow and stinging eyes furiously when he hears his name called, the gesture pulling him back into his current reality,
"I'm fi--...ne..."
A powerful wave of nausea and vertigo suddenly slams into Kaiji, the little blood he has left begins to run cold. The raging chill spreads from the tips of his fingers to clasp tightly to his chest, stunting his current breath into a shallow gasp. His body shudders as the air he intakes becomes increasingly thinner, the pressure in his chest causing a thick liquid to build deep in his throat. The tears that once were streaming down his face come to a halt, the dry trails creasing as his eyes widen. Copper fills his mouth as the immense pressure presses down on his head once again....
"...Grk!" Kaiji chokes, forcefully pressing his hand over his gaping mouth, his body subconsciously lurching forward as it expels a dark liquid in a hacking cough. The phlegm, saliva, and blood mix together and burst through the cracks in his finger's grasp. Blood trails down his hand and chin fluidly, his rasping throat is begging for air in dry heaves,
'...ji!'
'ar....y..a...ght?!'
He hears voices, but they're slowly drowning, blocked off as the cold and new pain engulf his body. Someone is touching him, pulling his hand away from his mouth and tilting his chin up. The car is a blur to him, someone in front of him is yelling through a window at the driver. The man sitting next to him is clenching his shoulder, his other hand shaking as he gently nudges Kaiji's face to keep it from lulling downwards. Kaiji felt weak, tired, the blurred faces in front of him are full of concern and fear. Were they... worried for him? What's happening..?
His body was slowly giving into the dull ache, the idea of giving up and passing out becoming more and more tempting.. But through his haze and numbness, he can feel someone tightly clenching his shoulder and hand, their words inaudible but their faces burned into his memory...
'I'd lose again if I gave up.'
Kaiji struggles to breathe, a cold sweat forming on his brow as he concentrated all of his strength and will into staying awake. He can feel the motion of the vehicle coming to a halt and many extra hands pulling his limp body out of a door and into the evening sun. When his feet hit the asphalt he instantly staggers, more hands grasp his shoulders and two pairs of arms snake under his own to keep him up. He's hurriedly ushered into a room of white where he's met by various blurs of white coats and even more hands. He's forced onto something that felt like a stretcher, his chin is tilted upwards as something is pressed into his dry mouth and throat. He tries to gag, but his weak, shaking body could do nothing but tremble as it slid over his mouth...
Air.
Strong bursts of air fill his starving lungs, relieving them. The nausea returns, but he feels that he is now safe in this new, almost refreshing haze... He hears nothing, he sees nothing, the world is finally and completely numb. Was it safe to close his eyes...?
It didn't matter.
He felt safe in this nothingness.
Kaiji finally passes out.
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There IS another part to this, but only if its drawn! I still have to type out the second idea, it involves what would happen during the beginning of season 2 if Kaiji's guess in the car was correct LOL that one has the potential to become really.... dirty.
Both are appealing to me, let me know what you think!