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adhd moment

Alien Koby 👽👓💖

And human Meppo cuz why not uwu

Will draw more on this soon (´∀`)

Who was going to tell me that in order to produce a fic I actually have to write it >:((((( ??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE WORDS DONT JUST APPEAR IN THIN AIR IF I STARE AT THE BLINKING CURSOR LONG ENOUGH WITH MY BRAIN FILLED WITH SO MUCH IDEAS RAHHHH !!!!

Anyway, I just wanted to share a small tidbit of a Hanahaki au CobyMeppo fic/draft/idea/prompt/shitty compilation of words that barely make sense that I've been working on since FEBRUARY but never fucking finished and am currently still struggling to even continue as embarrassing as that sounds because idk whether its cohesive or good enough to even share on Ao3 Its just the idea of Helmeppo developing and struggling through Hanahaki disease would be so neat imo due to how most CobyMeppo shippers head cannon Helmeppo's feelings being unrequited at first (or not at all) and how he just adores Koby so fucking much that he becomes so ruined. I cant. Apologies if the structured and the way it's told is messy and incoherent, I've added the lil space in the indent thingy to depict a different part of the fic since im not very good at transitioning. I haven't written anything in so long and I wanted to pump so much bits that I didn't even weave anything properly so, HERE IT IS: (a lot of it IS corny and a bit cheesy so be forewarned akjsjasjsa)

Koby always liked flowers. Surely then, Helmeppo thought, Koby would like him too. Helmeppo, who dwelled within his prickly walls, each barbed with Rose thorns. Helmeppo, with his muddled virtues, swelling and desiccated like stains from Poppy sap. Helmeppo, with a chest riddled with budding blossoms, all watered by his desolate, weeping heart. Could such qualities appeal to the man he grew to love? Perhaps, Helmeppo thought, and perhaps too, he should have known better.  Known when his feelings had begun to develop into something more than simple tolerance, more than respect, more than adoration and even more than intense attachment to the pink-haired boy. At least then, he would have prepared for the worst. Or at least… That's what he assumed when the worst began. It was a blur, how it started. Helmeppo was always self-aware, extremely conscious of his feelings. He knew of jealousy, anger, longing, all traits that contributed and resulted from his desperate and gnawing want to appease his father. His father, of course. His own blood and bones, the same person who probably caused the beginning of all– this. Was it really a surprise? Helmeppo couldn't think of any fucked up thing in his life that hadn't ultimately been caused by Morgan. He grew to learn how to read the room, read the faces, read the tones, he grew to know his father's thoughts without actually knowing anything about his father's feelings. Did he even feel? Feel for his son? No. Of course not. The only thing Morgan could feel for him was apathy.  Sometimes, Helmeppo wished his father hate him instead, wished that he was worth hitting. At least then, he would have experienced treatment that came with passion and effort, treatment that resulted from feeling, treatment that made him feel at the barest, like he meant something.  The lack of care and lack of anything that Morgan bothered to show to his son was barely even the surface of reasons why Helmeppo is even suffering through this. The cause that made Helmeppos brain chemistry rewire and for his damn neuromodulators to rearrange. To see something as small as a single act of genuine care be perceived as a trick, a lie, a dream that he’d so desperately want to fall into and relive despite the possible consequences. He should have recognized how unhealthy and apparently not normal these thoughts were, should have known that his emotions are unstable and too much, should have seen how horrific he grew to be. But even then, Helmeppo thought, would that have done anything to prevent the illness he'd eventually succumb to?

Of all the horrors in Helmeppo’s life, he would have thought that seeds growing inside his lungs would have been the most and hopefully (though doubtedly, considering his luck in life) last traumatic event that would truly, bring him to ruin. But of course, the world, just like how Helmeppo always found himself to be, would never have enough, and just like the breaths he was left to breathe, would leave him dwindling in the years to come. It started as a blur, again, just like any day in the ship he found himself settled in. A gift. He thought, better than what life offered him when he woke up back in shells town. Or at least that's what he’s been telling himself.  Morgan was cruel, sure, but at least he was familiar. He was easier to navigate, easier to chart and read and hide from.  He couldn’t do this here, when things still felt new. He knew of Garp and his capabilities, but he didn’t know the limits of his patience, he had no clue what and how many things would warrant the usage of his fist. He knew of the shady business of the Navy and the World Government, knew of its structure and how it works; the tutors paid by his father made sure of that much, but he never got to live through it.

SOMEONE PLEASE GIVE ME TIPS ON HOW TO TRANSITION PARTS IN WRITING, I SUCK ASS AND AM OPEN TO CRITIQUES AHJSJAS

The way I spedran to draw the moment I saw this post is diabolical 😭😭

we don't talk about Helmeppo's various hair phases enough

Your game night art is sending me through the roof because now all I can think about is how intense Garp gets when they play Monopoly

OH MAN, I KNOW THIS TOOK WAY TOO LONG FOR ME TO RESPOND BUT WOOPIE

AHH, I’m glad folks are liking the whole small game night comic. Honestly, the whole idea of the 4 of them (kobymeppo, Bogard and Garp) just spending quality time in the most mundane ways possible had been plaguing my mind. And yes! Garp (at least in terms of the manga version of him and maybeee a small part of his live action counter part) would ABSOLUTELY be wayy to hyper and extreme and insane when playing more ‘lighthearted’ chance games like monopoly compared to like, Go or Chess.

Even got me thinking a bit that Garp originally didn’t even want to join much in the family board games Bogard and his beloved cadet children played only until Koby would occasionally yet very passionately reference how he thinks the premise of the Monopoly game is absolutely rancid as he finds it unpleasant as it happens to be a ‘vehicle of political indoctrination and encourages capitalistic ideals’ to Garp each time they spent time together in his office just so the old man could get a chuckle out of watching Koby get into small fervent social commentaries time to time during the game.

Also Garp is the type to cheat idk, man probably asks Koby to read to him each personal ‘keep for later cards’ he owns out loud to Garp (to which Koby had happily obliged to do) while Bogard and Helmeppo just side eyes Garp hard 💀💀

Also last head-cannon that Koby had no idea how to play monopoly in the beginning so Helmeppo and Bogard had to teach him during practice rounds before slowly spiraling into sadness when he realizes that the game rules are corrupt ‘just like in real life’ to which Helmeppo just absolutely tries not to lose it.

Some KobyMeppo and Bogard bonding

Koby likes to think outside of box

Also some bonus reaction panels that were supposed to be followed by Koby realizing that his answer was not exactly the conventional response but never really finished so