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Completed watching Kotaro lives alone

And it just....is so, heart wrenching?

It's so full of emotions

And it makes you realise about the reality of the world in a bitter way?

How small kids perceive things, what a minute action can mean to them, how trauma affects a kid, and their innocence and trust through it all.

I know it's an anime, and the real world is different. But it's also somehow the same? The cruel parts and the nice parts?

Karino is a kind, warm human

It's difficult in reality to find people who would do what he did for Kotaro

And even if you do find them, and they want to help you, they usually can't because of their own schedule.

There were just too many parts within this anime which made me feel a little too many things. I don't know if people actually do such things to their children, but if they do, I'd just idk. I'd be really heartbroken. Kotaro eating tissues at some point. Kotaro's mom wearing gloves whenever taking care of him.

It's not clearly stated about what happened w Kotaro and his parents, why his dad was like that, what happened to his mom, his dad hiring detectives to find his location just so he could abuse him again?, Kotaro going through all of that and running away from home and living on his own

This anime is....so bittersweet.

I like how Kotaro has his own small family, I feel a little sad seeing him wish for his mom and dad and his motive to become stronger so that he could live with his dad again.

I feel sad seeing his trauma regarding the way he was treated

And I know it's something many people have gone through and still go through and sadly will continue to go through, because the world really is as cruel as it is okay.

But. Such a bittersweet anime. It's 10 episodes but I'm just happy and sad.

1st March, 2024

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Tumblr Most Place of All Time Election 2023 Master Post

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Bui Tuong Van captured by Hau Le for aota.asia

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Uh I didn’t rlly mark it but each one is the buff girl herself throughout the 3 arcs of the dnd campaign im in, left to right. She has recently obtained a pet cloak

[balshumetsbaragouin]

Chapter Seventeen for Passion came out today. However, in lieu of my usual Lore post, I'd like to post a link to my most recent one shot.

I'm happy to announce Adoration of the Abyss is out! Like Savant Par? Want fantasy? Think Sirens are neat? Take a look at the completed one-shot.

We'll be back to our regularly scheduled Lore posts on Wednesday!

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hand to hand ☎️

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Alchan's indignation when he said "fucking gryphons?!"

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Best of 2022: The Best of the Best When we look back on 2022, we’ll rememb...

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あおたやや

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Source: Spooky Spirit Akemi-chan Ayashi Ayakashi Akemi-chan あやしあやかしあけみちゃん

by Yukiko Aota

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Yohei joins the judo club (also I just love making Mitsui scared of him)

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Kiaaa "oh no... Can I eat that Gangle after everything hap.."

Bonk!

Aota "kiaaa no, you are not eating that Gangle just because you never eat a hanahaki victim"

Kiaaa "ok.... But I want to know" bonk "stop that"

CW: COMIC CONTAINS VOMIT

Requested by @spookykittyzzz !!

Hanahaki abstragedy comic because im so evil

Pls don't kill me help

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Man, I’m gonna miss Mirsa 😭 She was so fun to play

[balshumetsbaragouin]

Preview: Adoration of the Abyss

I'll be putting out the full one-shot on Friday, but I thought it'd be nice to have a sneak peek of it before it goes up on my AO3/FFN. I had a lot of fun stretching my limits for this piece, and I hope people enjoy it too!

Here's the opening to Adoration of the Abyss!

When Dash Baxter’s corpse washes up Tuesday morning, I curse the currents for carrying him to my doorstep. 

I should start at the beginning, at the most important bit.

The summer of my eighth year, my best friend drowns. That’s not the important part. The part I remember, the part that matters, is that he comes back. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He cried the whole funeral, and then the day after. The day after that, he’d cried until he’d thrown up and been sent home from school. The Fentons had moved out of town the week after they’d buried an empty coffin, and they’d left Danny’s favorite toy rocket, half-painted and unfinished, with him. 

He’d crept down to the beach and tossed it into the tides, demanding the waves give his best friend back. Two days later, it ended up on his back porch, mockingly unbroken. He raced back to the beach, and threw it in the deepest part of the bay. The next morning, it was back on his porch. The third time, he went to their favorite cove to hide it. When it came back this time, a very grumpy creature came with it. “Stop leaving it weird places, Tuck. I worked hard on it! What if it gets lost?”

“Oh.” The air to continue left his lungs the moment he saw his face.

“That’s all you have to say after leading me on a wild goose chase the last week?”

“I thought…it’s really been a week?”

“Six days is basically a week.” He squinted his eyes at him over the glare reflecting off the surface of the waves. “It’s too bright.” He struggled to wrap his lips around speech. His voice gurgling like his lungs were still full of seawater. When he marched away, Tucker stumbled after him all the way to their cove.

“Danny…”

“Yeah?”

“Is that really you?”

“Who else would it be, Tucker?” His grin was wide, wild, and in possession of too many pointed teeth. He flopped down onto the sand, and set the toy on a corpus of rocks. “You should bring paint. We can finish this together.” He joined him in the sand, leaning over to frown down at the other boy.

“Danny, if it’s really you, why didn’t you go home?” The bright, too wide, smile on his face fell as he hugged his arms around his torso.

“I did. It’s the first thing I did, but,” he lifted his shirt, revealing oozing welts shaped like chain links all around his middle, “they threw me back.”  He tugged his shirt back down, “it took a while to get out of the iron, and you wouldn’t come out of the house. That’s why I didn’t meet up with you before.”

“Do you think other grownups will throw you back too?” He grabbed Danny’s hand, taking in the cool temperature. 

His sigh sounded like an ocean breeze, “I think so. That’s why I’ve been hiding from your parents.” Tucker thought about that, and squeezed his hand tighter. 

“Well, then I guess we’ll have to meet here in secret.”

“We always did that.”

“Yeah, but more secret this time.” The crushing weight of imaging life without his best friend slowly lifted. “Hey, it’s almost dinner time. Are you hungry?”

“Starving.” Danny’s eyes locked onto his, dark, familiar, and deep as the sea. “It’s meatloaf tonight, and it smells amazing. You gotta bring me some.”