#Chapter Samples

[hinamie]

morning glory

[guardianlioness]

For those wondering about my deeply violent descent into Kn8, the series is, essentially, Shonen Genre Pacific Rim Fanfic with:

A Shonen Protagonist in his early 30s who is also a monster shapeshifter

Intergenerational friendships that are presented in a positive and interesting light

A different exploration of the “drifting with a Kaiju” subplot

Very, very little fanservice from the women in the cast and (at time of writing), no focus on romance

Strong undertones of mutual kindness and camaraderie

A villain with really strange motivations

It oozes sincerity and does not try to mock or deconstruct either its source material or its genre. It’s a deeply earnest rework of the ideas presented in Del Toro’s original film with a heavy Shonen flair and less mecha.

In short, it feels like it was custom-written for me.

[givemeureyes]

(side note i did not add destiel because, i mean cmon. i gotta give the other ones a chance at least)

[whump-captain]

it's a beautiful day in the unethical lab and you are a horrible test subject

[rohanneofcoldmoat]

I cannot stop thinking about the blow that hearing Tarth has fallen will be to Brienne in Winds. All throughout Feast, in her lowest moments, Tarth is always at the back of her mind as a place of safety, of refuge, a place to retreat to when she feels like she has failed in her quest. There's a part of her that yearns for Tarth, and for her father. In Winds, that mental crutch will be gone. And the blow will be so out of nowhere too! Brienne has no reason to believe any danger is looming over her father and her island. When she's thinking about where Sansa could be in her first chapter, she tries to put herself in Sansa's shoes, and thinks that for herself, the answer of where to turn if she were a maid alone and afraid, in desperate danger, would be easy. She would make her way back to Tarth, to her father. But Sansa can't do that, and now, neither can Brienne. And of course, she will learn all this right off the back of however the Stoneheart situation pans out. Tarth has fallen, and Brienne will no longer have that safe harbor to return to in Winds.

[outsockk]

blue addison made spaghetti

[geekeryisafoot]

One of the subtle things I appreciate about Akane Banashi is the background character designs. Like they're sterotypical but not malicious in any way. It's just different people living their normal, mundane daily lives

Like this woman at Chocho's introductory performance scene. Most manga use someone who looks like that as a set up to a transphobic joke, but she's just... existing. She's just a random person filling out a crowd scene. And while I wouldn't say it's a good thing she's drawn in a way that harkens to transphobic stereotypes, it's just her being completely normal and unremarkable

Or Asagao's friends who, like Asagao himself, look like stock punk characters to show the dangerous side of town. But they're just completely normal people leading normal lives juggling friends, work, and family

[emiplayzmc]

Me when I'm trying to write but 'The Song With 5 Names' comes on the playlist (gimme that ol' time religion)

[poguniversity]

qifrey is so beautiful god save my wretched soul

[indiiglow]

YA KNOW WHAT AC REMINDS ME OF? Ultrakill.

[normalbrothers]

i miss sansa

[thetopichot]

Middle Ground Chapter 3 Draft

[authoralexharvey]

HYPE HYPE HYPE HYPE HYPE

[mayordeas-clone]

idk this felt like an interesting question in my head so might as well make a Poll!!!

in an fe game on the final map, do you take the time to reset to save a character, even if you won’t be needing any of them once the map is complete?

there are probably some other options i failed to consider, so feel free to elaborate in the tags/replies (and just pick which option best relates to your choice)

[orcelito]

a Little Treat for my followers here

a little 🐺🌳 sneak peek for ITNL 18

Nothing could've ever prepared Vash for the experience of seeing Wolfwood again.  The first thing that hit him was the smell. As the bus's doors opened for its newest passenger, the scent of Wolfwood's brand of cigarettes wafted in - fresh, not stale, and exactly the way they were meant to be smelled.  Then Vash heard the sound of Wolfwood's laughter. It knocked the air out of Vash's chest just as surely as any punch.  Near the front of the bus, Wolfwood (Wolfwood, it was Wolfwood) chatted with a few passengers about his status as a priest-tradesman. It was exactly the kind of bullshit Vash had heard spouted time after time to strangers. Wolfwood always knew how to spin things to his advantage, charming little old ladies into giving them free meals with their rooms for the night, among other things. In their quiet moments alone together, Wolfwood would sometimes talk about how little he actually cared for his ‘religion’.  Vash kept his gaze trained on the boring scenery outside of the window. He was sure he’d lose his mind if he so much as looked at him.  Wolfwood’s presence drew ever closer as he made his way into the bus. Vash heard him address the girls, “You two… You're the ones that spotted me, yeah? You really saved me there!” Meryl denied, “Oh, no, that wasn't us! We just made enough of a fuss so they would stop the bus. He's the one who spotted you when you were just a speck on the horizon!”  Vash could feel the burn of attention on the side of his face. Against his better judgment, he turned to meet it.  … Wolfwood.  It was Wolfwood.  He looked exactly like he did when Vash knew him. The same hair, the same nose, the same scruffy suit with the deep V-neck that gave Vash ideas… Even his posture was the same, his eyebrows, his jawline, the slope of his neck down into wide, biteable shoulders… As Vash watched, blatant shock crossed over Wolfwood's face.  … Wait.  Vash remembered rather belatedly that they'd already met in this time.