#Double super over

[buttercupshands]

Fell asleep before I could post it here

Stressful week defeated with a result of me forgetting how to draw Siffrin before I sketched again

Too focused to keep a hold on it in a way

So there was this, which I prefer with a neutral-sad face instead

Like this but I thought it was a bit too... That

After that I've redrew an expression from that one scene. Just because Ost said "Here you go "Do You Remember? (Our Country)" time!"

Same thing is why Mal Du Pays are here

[bitchslapblastoids]

Was thinking about how much of a normo I come across as irl, how I’ve felt a lil odd person out at their shows bc of being a bit older (29) and looking so aggressively normal, how generally confused people in my life would be if they knew about my d&p obsession, how thoroughly i mask weirder traits and essentially codeswitch to suit the mainstream, etc.

i feel kind of fish out of water when I imagine how all the people that populate my tumblr phandom ecosystem are likely presenting to the world irl (I.e. more visibly queer, counterculture, and so on). But then I think maybe the most visible phannies are the ones with the most curated, alt, deliberate daytoday lewks/style? So maybe what I’m picturing is off base? But then I’m also basing this off of what audiences look like in audience footage, m&gs, etc.

Sooooooo i would like to know… do you guys feel like you present as someone who may be Deeply Online and obsessed with two gay nerds from the internet? Or do you hide it and fly under the radar, masking as a total normy and living a double life?

(To clarify I don’t mean you’re like out and about wearing the fringes boob sweatshirt lol I more mean vibes and overall lewk yk?)

[renyaia]

[r0semultiverse]

[strawglicks]

various firesetter drawings

[thedreadvampy]

sometimes I forget that my experience has been. um. not 'your experiences are not universal' vibes but more like 'your experiences are EXTREMELY atypical'

[backfliips]

Someone totaled my car today and I do not like being in insurance limbo

[ganondoodle]

i often really do feel like an .. unwanted part of the fandom, i dont draw beautiful landscapes, i have unpopular but strong opinions im constantly annoying about and rarely change, dont like/dont draw the pretty young popular twinks and hot gurls to fanboi over nor do i turn characters into one, the opposite moreso, draw only one ship no ones heard of really, got little energy to interact with the few people that are nice to me and send me asks so it probably looks like im ignoring everyone and unfortunately but still rarely get so stressed i get overwhelmed and emotional about pehaps seemingly minor things and spiral almost into a breakdown feeling super embarrassed about it afterwards but the damage is already done and i look like a freak or agressive weirdo

[hoodedmenace]

I want to express how absolutely NORMAL I am being about this

[volfoss]

i think honestly what irritates me about yoshidas work SO much is that people will tell you that banana fish is THE gay manga (ignoring the many things that came before it and were more groundbreaking, ie MW literally having on screen (or like. on panel but still.) gay sex in it and that came out like a decade before BF did) when there really isn't barely any gay rep outside of the pedophiles and the one time ash drops the f slur. like im sorry but somehow yasha, a work she wrote in 1996, has more gay rep in it but also has the same issues.

i truly do not get how people can enjoy banana fish with the rampant racism every 2 pages or the rampant sexual assault plotlines (on women and ash bc he is just... written like how yoshida writes women lmao) that are handled IMPOSSIBLY bad and sincerely i hoped yasha would be better because it had been like a decade or so between works. and then it proceeds to continue with the heres our blonde genius protagonist who everyone is weird as fuck to and will sexually harrass and everyone finds it a VERY funny joke to point out how feminine he is when theres barely any women in the work (if you exclude the ones that are being raped/killed/creepy to minors. which to be fair yasha has toned down the sa a LOT) and that its funny that hes kind of gay except not really!! and its just absurd to me how it just persists in all of her stuff because she is not an author that handles gay stuff well. like the scene in banana fish where ash is completely ok getting gang raped and did it solely to get into the hospital when its been SHOWN that he has a lot of trauma with that. and then right after his friend makes a joke at ash's expense about that. like sincerely and genuinely is this what we are hyping up as the old retro gay manga. go read some tezuka and stop reading shit that the most the main characters do is share a kiss in a nonromantic sense and is obsessed w making every gay person be evil!!

[alistair-blackwood]

you know how in vampire diaries Bonnie is never shown to have any kind of thoughts or feelings about living in a traditional southern town that regularly throws antebellum themed galas or that her vampire friend used to be a soldier in the confederate army? anyway kbms fandom is serving that

[seventhroundpick]

what is everyone's thoughts on the new penalty rule. because i fear i might just be a grump but i don't like it i feel like there is grounds for injuries there idk 🏃‍♀️

[dawn-moths]

word count: 2600+

content warning/disclaimer: size difference, predator/prey dynamics, non-consensual biting/blood drinking, reader is kidnapped, reader is called “good girl” and “little one”, Itto is rough with reader at first but softer towards the end.

Vampire!Itto who follows you through a maze of thunder sakura one night, bobbing and weaving through the lush lilac flora without making a sound as he trails after you, far enough that you don’t yet suspect you’re being followed but close enough that he never loses sight of you.

He lurks soundlessly, which, given the sheer size of him, should prove impossible. But he’s careful to avoid loose twigs littering the ground and skillfully evades the crunch of dry maple leaves as he closes in. It isn’t until you hear the deliberate bend and creak of a thick branch overhead that you’re made aware of the beast who’d caught your scent, the newfound fear that courses through your veins and rapidly pumping heart making his mouth water.

You were going to taste so good once he sank his teeth into you— so good he might not let you go afterwards like he normally did with some of his more attractive prey— and you could swear he was smiling back at you mean and cruel as you stood frozen and gaping up at him with terror swimming in your wide eyes from the ground below, silver moonlight bathing your form and giving the vampire a clear view of you.

He flashed you a quick glance of those razor sharp canines as they glinted under the moon, unable to keep himself from smirking with victory, the same illumination that set a spotlight on you only serving as a cloak for the hunter perched in the trees as it lit him from behind and cast a dark shadow over his face.

The only other feature you could make out from the darkness that engulfed him was the sinister glow of those bright vermillion eyes, gleaming like two twin beacons of danger through the amethyst canopy. The next time you dared to blink though, your body still standing frozen and petrified in place, the monster’s stare was directly before you, so close you could see your trembling reflection shining back at you from within those entrancing pools of scarlet.

“A little late to be out wanderin’ on your own…” the vampire taunted, his voice a low, raspy growl that turned your blood to ice in your veins and set the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end. “Isn’t it?” When you didn’t answer and he began to circle you, he continued with a dark chuckle and a mocking, “What? Cat got your tongue, little one?”

You traveled with a silver knife strapped to your belt underneath your haori just in case you ever ran into trouble out here, knowing packs of rogue nobushi and the dreaded kairagi wandered these hills, and while you’d never had to use it before, you were beginning to fear tonight would be the blade’s first time to draw blood.

Straightening his posture to stand at his full height, looming before you where his shadow stretched to engulf you in further darkness, the vampire continued, “Now, listen… Here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna drink some of your blood, and if you don’t put up too much of a fight, we’ll call it a night and I’ll let you go on your way…”

All you had to do was slip your hand behind you and reach under the hem of your robe and grip the handle of the knife. You just had to play it off like you weren’t doing anything out of the ordinary, though, when faced with a vampire, you were far outmatched in speed and slyness.

“So wha’dya say? Why don’t you just be a good girl and bare that pretty little neck of yours and—” In a winking slash of silver, you swung the knife at him, actually managing to nick his forearm as he’d reflexively raised it to shield himself at the first sign of your movement.

But now what?

You’d drawn the blood of a vampire but everyone knew the only way to really be safe from one was to kill it, severing the head and watching it roll. You knew you didn’t have a chance at that, not with just a hunting knife and when he already had the upper hand.

But there was only one thing more dangerous than a vampire.

An angry vampire.

And the way Itto’s red eyes flashed at you then under a scowl and the scrunched nose that accompanied a growl of pain and bared teeth, you knew he was undeniably pissed.

“Wrong answer,” he spit from between clenched teeth, and a half a second later, you were on your back in the grass and gasping out a pained wheeze as all the air had been knocked from your lungs upon the sudden impact.

Itto had both your wrists clasped in one tight, massive, black-clawed fist above your head before you’d even had the chance to remember which way was up from down, a dull ache in your jaw from where your teeth had clacked hard together as your head had slammed into the ground. Your knife lay a few feet away in the grass, a thin slice of the vampire’s blood staining the very edge of the blade and turning in black in the night.

You thought you let out a scream when you felt his fangs first pierce your flesh, but the only sound that registered was a high-pitched squeak from the back of your throat as your chest was still mostly empty of its oxygen.

The sting of his harsh bite caused fat tears to well in your eyes, the way he squeezed your wrists together in his clenched palm— so hard you could swear he was grinding your bones together, no doubt leaving dark, blotchy bruises that ran deep under your tender skin with the power of his rough grip— and you struggled under his hold but to no avail.

You’d heard countless rumors about the inhuman strength that vampire’s possessed, but none of those warnings could’ve prepared you for facing the real thing. It was like being trapped under the rubble of a cave-in, body paralyzed under the boulder’s weight and unable to pry yourself even an inch free from the wreckage.

You still tried to fight though, forgetting that all that was going to do was drain your energy even faster as Itto swallowed gulp after gulp of your thick, sweet blood, every new mouthful he stole from you making your body go even more light-headed and limp. You figured he was really going to kill you after all, that talk about “letting you go” from before just meant to mess with you and give you false hope.

As your consciousness started to fade, the world growing smaller in your vision as you gazed up at the starry sky with fluttering eyes, pretty soon all you could feel was the heat of his mouth on your neck. He wasn’t biting anymore, more so just gently sucking at the excess that welled from the twin wounds at your throat, his long tongue teasing at the marks to coax out a few more residual rivulets of red.

You shuddered, making a strangled, whining sound as your esophagus constricted while you tried to swallow the lump that had formed there, suddenly feeling the heat begin to spread to other parts of your body, warming you from the inside out against the chilly night air.

Itto chuckled to himself, low and teasing, as he took a moment to lean back and take in the sight of you, admiring the way you appeared so helpless under his control. Some of your blood still lingered on his mouth, the stain of it shining before he swiped his tongue along his lips to gather one last taste of you.

“See? Things aren’t so bad if you just cooperate,” he said, leaning back in close and taking a sniff of your hair where some blood that had trickled from the bite was already beginning to dry.

Then, using his free hand to wipe away the fresh tears that were just about to streak down your cheeks, the vampire cooed at you and muttered, as if the sweet way he said the words gave them any reassurance, “Don’t worry though… You’ll have plenty of time to learn to like it,” and before you could try to protest or ask any questions or even scream out one last time for help that wouldn’t come, just as fast as he’d appeared, Itto had swept you up and darted through the cascade of lavender, delivering you to his secret little den hidden on the cliff’s edge, scaling the mountainside with you slung over his shoulder like it was no trouble at all.

It was a smart move on his part, securing a hideout that wasn’t easily accessible to humans— if accessible at all— and could only be seen by ships coming in from sea from too far off to judge it to actually be inhabited before the ledge turned the entrance into a blindspot. Most importantly though, it was a place completely untouched by the sun, Itto’s greatest weakness arching overhead but its rays never touching his home as the top of the cliff shielded it all year round.

Once he set you at the center of his den, knowing there was nowhere for you to run now, unless you wanted to drop straight into the waves that crashed against the rocks below, he paced a few strides and plopped right down into his nest of cushions and blankets without a care in the world.

“Please…” you begged, staring at him as more tears welled in your eyes, clumping your bottom lashes together in watery spikes before running down your cheeks in pairs. “Please let me go…” You were sitting on your knees, half slumped over and surprised you hadn’t passed out yet. You were in such a state of shock, you didn’t even have time to notice all the sparkling ore that was embedded in the cave’s bumpy, jagged walls, glittering brilliantly as the light of the full moon reflected off the sea and back into the mouth of the cave.

���‘Fraid I can’t do that…” Itto stated, seeming eerily lax now that he had you in the confines of his personal territory, black-nailed hands clasped behind his head of all that wild, white hair. At first, you’d thought the cherry-tinted tips on the ends of his tousled mane were the faded remains of another victim’s bloodshed soaking into the strands, but now that you were getting a better look at him, you were beginning to realize that it was naturally occurring. In fact, if he wasn’t a bloodthirsty monster who’d just stolen you from nearly reaching your home on the other side of the trees, you might’ve looked twice at him after passing on the street. 

He was huge. Massive. So tall you’d have to crane your neck to meet his gaze if he was standing at his full height over you. And he had the bulk to accompany his height, arms and chest and abs chiseled and built like he was carved from the strongest stone, all muscle and no fat.

Another rumor you’d heard about vampires that was turning out to be true— they were all physically stunning, so much so that even without the giveaway of the fangs and the glowing red eyes they were often too perfect to pass for human.

Snapping out of your unwarranted distraction, his previous words finally registered to you and you responded, sounding broken and desperate, “Why not…?”

“Because…” He leaned forward, arms resting over his knees as he bore that scarlet stare right into you— right through you— once more. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve searched for someone like you? Someone with blood like yours?”

You didn’t understand what he meant. Instead of responding that time you just tried to suppress a hiccup from hitching in your chest as you felt yourself about to begin sobbing harder, the mental snare of knowing you might be trapped here forever tightening like a noose around your neck.

Itto condescendingly cooed at you again, pushing up from his seat among the mish-mash of stolen plush objects that seemed to serve as his bed and approaching you, crouching down before you as you hid your view of him behind shaking hands and wept into your palms. You flinched when you felt his hand touch your shoulder, sucking in a startled gasp and expecting pain to follow, but that time his taloned fingers merely rested against your skin, flexing only slightly to test just how hard you’d let him settle his palm around your form before attempting to pull away.

And maybe that time he’d let you. He’d show you he could be merciful so long as you could be obedient.

“Don’t worry…” Itto smiled then, a real grin that was devoid of any of the prior darkness and cruelty he’d worn in the woods. “I’ll make sure you have everything you need. And I’ll only need to feed on you every couple of weeks.” He made those promises like they made him taking you any less of a prison sentence, kept under his will and watch for as long as he wished. “But I can’t let you go. You’re too valuable. Too rare…” He almost sounded apologetic, as if he were saying it was neither of your faults you’d ended up here, just nature and circumstance.

And so, for now, you were resigned to your fate, your new home becoming the cave hidden in the side of the cliff, your gemstone encrusted cage. But Itto had kept his promises, at least. Brought you everything you asked for, snuck into town just to obtain some of your more specific human needs. And when he drank from you, so long as you held still and didn’t squirm too much, it wasn’t actually that bad. Nowhere near as vicious as that first time, at least.

Seasons passed, marked by the changing color of the leaves and snow flurries and scattered sakura petals drifting past the mouth of the cave and falling into the ocean below. You found refuge in your nights, as that was when Itto most often left to engage in whatever vampiric activities you hadn’t been brave enough to ask about. You grew accustomed to sleeping during the day, same as he did, though he stayed buried in his layers of blankets until the final brushstrokes of sunset bled from the horizon and the sky gave way to the navy and silver shield of night while you preferred to stir in the early afternoons just to catch a glimpse of daylight from time to time.

But whenever you did spot a ship drifting far off on the waves of the sea, rocking and swaying as it either set anchor or steadily approached the shore, you never tried to call and wave, never tried to make it known you needed help or saving.

And every time a new one came in bearing a different flag of one of the seven nations, you asked yourself why…

Maybe because, over the past year, the vampire had shown you that he could be gentle and kind, sometimes even had a sense of humor too. You became more like a pet to him than a prisoner, and he was more like a ghost that haunted you than a warden. But you hadn’t given up on escaping this place, somehow, someway. 

But not yet.

Not until you thought of a way to make sure he couldn’t hunt you down and drag you right back before you even had a chance to lay your eyes on that grove of thunder sakura again, back where it all began.

[phoenixcatch7]

I know 'person with secret to hide spots other person with secret to hide but doesn't say anything' is like. Thee trope in superhero crossovers, but come on! Some of these guys have been doing this for decades! There's tons of heroes that have gone to pretty extreme lengths to be Completely Imperceptible in civilian life.

Don't you think it's scarier, after all is said and done, to sit there and think I didn't notice a thing? I wouldn't have ever realised? I would never have known? To know that someone you were familiar with - close with, even! - had this whole other personality and skillset and powers and experiences and life just behind the curtain, and they hid it so completely you didn't even see it was there.

'I always knew there was something off' what if you didn't. How world shaking would it be to be so utterly blindsided? To know that this person had somehow learned to so deceptive?

[cultivating-wildflowers]

the next crochet project in my queue may not be safe to take to church. because it may make me cry.

[todayisafridaynight]

shikanoko nokonoko koshitantan! Its infected my brain as well (<- predictable deerposter behavior)

oh that one :) ive at least seen the deer girl floatin bout my tl ...

hearin only good things bout GK is always a good sign ... can only hope ill have someone drag me by the ankles to watch/read it someday