Username: buckhannon.
Name: Hamachi 'Botan-Ebi' Mizushima
Hamachi - means 'yellowfin tuna', which is commonly used in Hamachi's favorite sushi line.
Botan-Ebi - (Hamachi's nickname), means katsuo-shrimp, a type of sushi!
Mizushima - A Japanese surname that means island or water.
Extra #1:
My name is Hamachi.
Born June 9th 1993
Japan was my homeland
it was unplanned
but he no longer wanted me.
I wasn't what he wanted me to be.
I left my once home with ease.
and planted myself in the east.
-sunny California to be exact
its was definitely abstract
different scenes and different people
yet they were all so kind.
thats when I knew,
I wanted to help mankind
I outlined and refined
my plans were divine.
I'd help those less fortunate
me, a happy, go lucky plumie,
doing what I loved.
I couldn't believe it.
I was finally happy.
See daddy?
I'm doing just fine.
I'm gay and you don't like that
but you needed to take a step back.
It's taken years to see it,
But I don't need you.
Never did.
So you ask 'who am I?'
I am everything I ever wanted.
[who I am poem. 149 words.]
Extra #2:
Titled: "Sushi Senpai"
Art by pop tart.


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Username: THEOrithologist
Name: Soba : A type of noodle sometimes used to substitute rice in sushi.
Gender: agender
About the Plushie:
Aiko the healer,
Aiko the brave.
Never talking,
Yet he speaks a thousand words.
As a token of love,
From a mother so kind,
In place of the thing Soba needed most.
No father,
They lost that chance.
And only for revealing their true self.
Aiko the healer,
Aiko the brave.
Destroying Soba's sorrows.
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Childhood:
I giggled. Bahiti and I were being troublemakers as usual, as our seven year-old selves. We rode our bikes, the sidewalk disappearing under our feet as we rode, and the houses lining the street soon became a blur.
I gasped suddenly, noticing the manhole I was about to pass over. I swerved towards my friend but crashed anyway- into her. Immediately I felt pain in my jaw. Bahiti emerged with a scratch on her knee. "Are you hurt?" she asked, limping towards me. I shook my head (the only thing I could do), but it was a lie.
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