#Especially Kuro

[imsosleepyofyourbull]

I firmly believe that Kabru is autistic but masks so hard that he’s convinced himself and (almost) everyone around him that he’s neurotypical.

That man’s special interest is people and how they work, but he just thinks it’s him Being So Good At Socializing — like he doesn’t spend 95% of his time people watching and adjusting his personality in response to the traits he witnesses and obsessing over the intricacies of human interaction while mapping an ever growing relationship chart in his head. For fun. He even admits it in the manga!

Like, look at him!!!

It’s such a shame that — because he’s the narrative foil to Laios and his interest is generally considered more “socially acceptable” in both their world and our own — more people don’t realize this about him. He’s constantly misinterpreted as a horribly manipulative person who only acts the way he does to use the people around him, when that’s explicitly shown to not be the case at all. Kabru is naturally empathetic and is almost always thinking about other people, regardless of whether or not they’re right there with him or a thousand miles away.

I mean, his most defining motivation is his desire to do everything he can to avoid another tragedy like the one at Utaya. Someone who doesn’t care wouldn’t have a goal like that, and they most certainly wouldn’t go about it the way he does. He’s constantly working to help people who can help everyone else and tries so hard to make sure that anyone who seems like a threat is actually someone he needs to worry about before doing anything about it. His supposed aversion to Laios is only because of the ridiculous trolley problem he’s set up in his own head.

Outside of that, he (rather justifiably) hates monsters but is desperate to understand Laios’ love for them and his apparently most selfish goal in getting close to the guy was literally just to become friends with him.

When he’s interacting with the canaries and they imply that they’re going to take him and all of his friends to the West, his first thought is of Rin and how much she’d hate to be stuck in the place that gave her so many bad memories.

He helps Kuro learn Common when Mickbell is asleep and firmly looks forward to the day that the half-foot and Kuro can communicate properly so that their relationship can get properly started without any miscommunication.

And he understands Mithrun with only a handful of weeks AT BEST interacting with him, getting enraged when the elf seems to give up and immediately trying to help him find a new motivation for life.

I’m excited just thinking about the day that Kabru starts unmasking more and more around his friends — both new and old — because if being with my current friend group has taught me anything, it’s that hanging out with anyone so unabashedly themselves is bound to make you more comfortable with yourself too. It’s part of the reason why I like Labru so much! There’s something nice about imagining them hanging out in the throne room or laying in the grass outside and talking for hours on end about their special interests. They might not strictly understand what the other finds so fascinating about monsters or people, but they can grasp that shared feeling of love.

They probably influence each other in really good ways too, with Kabru helping Laios figure out what people are thinking even when it doesn’t make sense or Laios helping Kabru understand that not everyone and everything needs to be analyzed a thousand times over. They both get to learn that there are people like them and people who will love them without them ever having to change a thing about themselves. They deserve to know that they’re fine the way they are.

[0fps]

In the wake of war, the populace suffer. A leader must unite for serenity to reign. Hsi, tread with caution, and join our sacred duty. To defend the city and its folk with honor and fervency.

[couldbebetterforsure]

Holy shit……

You know when I first read Meteor Impact a little bit ago it already wrecked me awfully. This particular scene of Chiaki’s probably hurt me most. Just seeing Chiaki starting to give in to his despair, to his misery that nothing he does is working out, that he isn’t being rewarded with support or help or anything after everything he’s done. Seeing this poor, bullied boy giving up is absolutely gut wrenching, especially after seeing how he’s like in present day stories in comparison.

But holy shit Yuichi Jose’s voice acting in this moment. The fact he doesn’t yell or scream, he barely raises his voice in this scene. For a scene like this you’d probably expect it to be louder….

But Chiaki sounds sooo….lifeless….

I listened to this moment and it utterly terrified me. Because it truly sounds like someone who is spiraling into the pit of despair, someone at the end of his rope. Someone who is just….DONE.

What would’ve happened if he didn’t hear his ringtone so soon afterwards, if he hadn’t received that phone call? It’s unnerving to think of…

[uncreative-cryptid]

i feel like the cosmic horror of the retroact rain needs to be expanded upon and the fact that tacet discords can be aware and intelligent enough to do things the human population would never be able to fully explain is slept upon a little too quickly

like what do you mean the mourning aix is incredibly aware and intelligent and seems to have some understanding that humans can equal help

what do you mean that in the retroact rain i could literally be standing there and people i have known, seen, and regretted not having more time with, can just appear and seem to be aware of me and i am aware of them regrettably

how many resonators lost their damn mind on the field with their own shame, regrets, and pain, laid bare before them and them alone, hallucinating the bonds of what could have been and what would never again be, because of the retroact rain???

and there's literally nothing to stop that??? at all??????????? we just have to deal with it and try to prepare our soldiers and resonators for the worst?????????

anyways i've been thinking about cosmic horror a lot

[flowerakatsuka]

i'm curious. you mentioned kuroba living in an iyashi-kei, so do they also see the characters differently (art style wise)? cause if so, i 100% understand why they fell for karamatsu.

YESSS, i think it'd be really fun if them being meant for another genre extends to how they see the world around them. i do wanna clarify that kuroba isn't exactly living in a iyashikei, they're more so a character meant to be a iyashikei protag stuck as a side character in a slapstick gag universe. if that makes sense? dude's basically in the wrong genre.

anyways, here's how i think they'd see themself & karamatsu!

i drew inspiration from a few different places, mostly seizo watase & studio colorido's work ( along with wandering son for the coloring style. ) and i had to keep osmt's colored lineart, i love it too much to get rid of it.

[cocosnowlo-drawings]

Beauty‘s Blade 🌺

[sp00ky9]

I’m sure my recent post has made it clear but proshippers please DNI, block if you’d like. I don’t support that content nor do I wish to see it. Thanks 🫡

[pinkestlittlebutterfly]

Servamps are immortal, and lead lives that span far back into what we consider the fogs of history today. Every now and then, however, they leave tracks along the paths they walk, whispers of their presence that can be traced through the centuries, leaving an imprint on the world to this day. 

Sometimes this is intentional. Hugh was always conscious of images, and took great care to construct the picture painted of him and his kin in fables and stories and whispers on the street. To be a vampire is to be noble and elegant and a little bit prideful; it’s black velvet capes and charming, fanged smiles and hunting for virgin blood at night, for a dash of purposeful fear to keep away unwanted attention. He’s quite proud of how far his legacy carried. 

Sometimes the traces left are accidental. Kuro would never know, but there is a little patch of land in England, a cluster no bigger than a few, tiny villages, where old, weathered grandmothers still tell the young children the bedtime stories of their youth, of a cat and a wolf that walked together at night. The tales have warped over time, embellished with charming detail of the adventures they would have had together, but if Kuro were to listen in, he’d remember those walks with bittersweet fondness. 

Sometimes remnants of a Servamp’s life are plentiful, proof of their presence brought into tangible form, to be found and locked away centuries later in the dimly lit cellar of a mansion shrouded in secrets. 

Lily spent his immortal life among the noble and eccentric; men with money and time to invest in the beautiful things in life. He mingled with poets and painters, had his fair skin and gold hair woven into songs and sonnets still read to this day, and captured on canvas whenever he did not quite manage to escape another artist looking for a new model. He has been Adonis and Antinuous and Troilus; and once an artist whose advances he rejected named his painting Narcissus. Lily still gets annoyed whenever he lays eyes on it – it was not him who spent hours staring at his face; and he has never had much love for his own beauty.

[minakoaiinos]

Alice for Valentines Day ❣️

[so-bitya]

kuro characters that would be better to me if they were just women:

bardroy

a rather crass, pyromaniac, middle-aged lady that doesn't know how to cook, makes old man jokes, and hides the sharp intellect of a military strategist, would be an amazing character to interact with ciel and sebastian in day-to-day life.

This would also fix bardroy's rather gross sexist comments he was making at beast "a gal he would've like to have met at a bar", when she's holding the dying figure of her family?? perhaps fem!bardroy would have been a bit more like jane, "a job's a job" attitude about it.

it would also make bardroy more sympathetic in my mind if she was a lady from America who lost her husband and child and decided to join the war at the front lines (perhaps as a nurse, taking every chance to fight) compared to a man who had better opportunities in life. HOWEVER she is still complicit in the genocide of Native Americans and it would take a lot more fixing up of bard's backstory to find him sympathetic again.

lau

lau's whole thing is acting unsuspected and clueless, way more than he knows right? then i think the average british man would be even more unsuspecting making business with a retired female courtesan running an opium den/brothel (which i assume so, i'm not sure if we ever got explicit confirmation lau's girls offer that kind of service)

if fem!lau has personal experience with brothels, even being raised in one, then we could explore an aspect deeply woven in the story that would connect her and ciel, human trafficking. How ciel justifies his actions as watchdog actively fighting against trafficking rings and the trauma he endured being sold in the black market.

She'll have intimate knowledge how human trafficking in england works and how it preys on the vulnerable, especially on minorities and children. a difficult ally to trust, because she could know a lot more about the earl and possibly what happened to him, all the horrible ways one can die in such rings or be abused to the point of envying the dead (perhaps all the girls working at the den are victims she has saved... or we could question if they were really saved without any other options... like a certain troupe i know...)

while male lau just comes off as a pimp. there's not much depth to be explored with his relationship with women even though so much is to be suggested, such as with ran mao and their pseudo brother-sister relationship. it's hard to take their relationship or even ran mao seriously with the constant fan service (the anime was egregious with this aspect). and it comes off so much worse with the sibling aspect.

wolfram

still appalled we had to watch all those women raise sieglinde and get mutilated for her fantasy roleplay, yet die in such horrific ways while wolfram gets completely off the hook? as well as not questioning if they were coerced by the military to go along the plan, just like wolfram was? why is he treated like the one who only cares?? how much agency did these women even have??

anyway, big werewolf hulking mama bear butler would be amazing to add to the cast. and if fem!wolfram survived, maybe this series wouldn't feel so slanted against women :/

[everyryuujisuguro]

[iceunhie]

wuthering waves generals are my roman empire 😓😞........... save me.............. jiyan and geshu lin save me.............................

close enough welcome back xiao and jing yuan /j also wuwa is so addicting 😐🙏 kuro games releasing another banger

[dark-and-kinky-hetalia-scenarios]

How would 2p Japan react to a needy reader, constantly clinging to him and wanting to follow him around, wants to know what he’s doing when he’s doing it and where he’s doing it, practically infatuated with him. They would do anything for his attention and love, letting themselves be his little toy on the side if they have to just to get a sliver of his attention and “love”

Ooooooohhhhhh shit you're in for some fucked up shit

Now you haven't specified whether this is the childhood friend so I assume it's not.

Anyway!

Kuro doesn't pay attention to you in the start, you're just another person in a long line of people who want him for their own reasons

He actually finds it a little annoying that you're always clinging to hlm, as if he didn't have better things to do than deal with you

But then he starts to test how far he can go before you get frightened, and to his surprise he doesn't find any boundaries

Now this is where shit gets fucked up because Kuro abuses the shit out of this, he will dangle his attention in front of you like meat in front of a hungry lion. He knows you desperately crave it, you need it more than anything else

You will end up becoming his toy, maybe even his favourite toy if you're lucky (or unlucky)

He will starve you for his attention and then let you into his private chambers, where he expects you to service him and doing every little dirty fantasy he has

And trust me there's a lot of them and some of them are really nasty

For a while he is satisfied with you, then it starts to get boring how you always do everything he says, he likes a challenge. So he will try to break you. Which includes starving you, imprisoning you in a human sized bird cage, there will be drugging as well, with aphrodisiacs while he just looks at you suffering because he's out of reach and someone will be keeping an eye on you to make sure you don't pleasure yourself.

He will do everything possible to break you, and when you are even more broken than you before he will take you back and train you to become a killer, to protect him from danger at all times, while promising you that you will always be together if you get strong enough.

What he really wants is a toy he can use to kill those he dislikes. And it's fun to watch you become so deranged and obsessed with him that you will kill anyone who dares to offend him

You will reach the status as his favourite toy

But love? Well it's unlikely but not impossible, or maybe that's what he wants you to think

[sassyfever]

Now that the new mini arc is finally starting Imma make a couple predictions. Angelina is now a bizarre doll and ✨coincidentally✨at the hotel. Grelle is also there. For drama's sake you know how it goes.

[brutal-nemesis]

Goretober V: Intes-tangled

GUTS BABY IT'S ALL ABOUT GUTS THEY WANT ME TO DO IT FUJIMOTO WANTS ME TO DO IT @coyotehusk WANTS ME TO DO IT GORETOBER IS POWER

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Ingredients: GORE, body horror, somethin nasty in the mouth

As much as Castys hated the feeling of Kuro touching his bare stomach, he’d take it over what he knew was coming next. Her hand was cold because she was just always cold, which he guessed came with the whole whatever-she-was package, so it was a little added discomfort on top of the person touching him discomfort and the person touching an area he really didn’t like being touched in discomfort. And even then, this was way better than what that knife was about to do.

A quick slice, and then in went Kuro’s hand, digging around in his gut as he whined a little bit because he couldn’t fucking help it it hurt and it was uncomfortable and now she was ripping out his intestines and just sort of draping them haphazardly over his torso all wet and slick and sticky with blood and he would very much rather they stayed inside him but no one had ever cared what he wanted especially concerning his own damn body so whatever hooray here comes the knife towards his throat-

Coming back to life was…yeah.

He’d expected this, but it was still one of his least favorites. Whenever he died and his intestines were outside of him they’d just…stay out there. Kuro’d pulled a lot of them out, more than he’d ever had stuck outside of him before. He’d always thought they looked funny, like sausages with yellowish ribbon things attached to them, but that didn’t mean he was happy to see them or anything.

Kuro, however, was. “I’m glad this worked,” she said as she ran a hand along his guts. “Does it hurt?”

“No,” Castys sighed, glad for that one positive. “It just feels…weird. Really, really weird.” 

Of course, the most logical thing to do next was make it even weirder. She released the straps over his wrists and tied them together with, you guessed it, his own guts, which sure was a feeling. They were warm and rubbery and thick and he could probably wiggle out of them given some time, but he doubted he was going to get that chance any time soon. But, hey, Kuro was letting him up off the table completely now, so that was nice, even if she was pulling him up by tugging on the intestines tied to his wrists.

Kuro hummed as she looked him over. Castys was just standing in front of her like a good little boy because this whole experience was already horrific enough without his struggles yanking on the worms coming out of his stomach. “I feel like you need a little something more.”

“I could go for a candy stick.”

That got a laugh out of Kuro, but he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing. “That does give me an idea.” Okay, nope, not a good thing at all, he took it back, he did not want his intestines looped around his neck like the worst collar ever, and he especially didn’t want- “Come on now, open up, Castys! You wanted something tasty, right?” Castys shook his head. Organs were not tasty, especially not his own. As usual, though, it was an unwinnable battle, as Kuro’s hands pried his jaw open before long and shoved a section of intestine in. He bit down on it a little on accident in his efforts to keep his mouth closed, so now his mouth was full of the taste of blood and acrid nastiness unlike anything he’d experienced before. Coupled with the sensation of soft, rubbery flesh on his tongue, it was most definitely the worst thing he’d had in his mouth ever, which was saying a lot.

“Aww, don’t cry, Castys,” Kuro hummed as she stroked his face. He wasn’t crying he-he’d just teared up a bit because of the awful taste and texture. “I think you look cute like this, all tied up and gagged with your own intestines.” She tugged on the ones wrapped around his wrists, forcing to stumble forward towards her. All he could really do was glare in annoyance and try not to focus on what was in his mouth or the pressure around his neck or the slight pain in his stomach as she tugged on his guts and instead focus on…on…he couldn’t really think of anything good to focus on. 

Ultimately, he decided to just let his mind go completely blank for the remainder of however long this hell was going to last.

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[captainkurosolaire]

X4 ~ Therapy

Reference ~ Mending Past ~ ♪"Transgender"♪

Fidgeting callous digits drew together, coral incense diffuser carried a eucalyptus scent to tranquil nerves being judder, open nasal-ways passages to breathe palpably again. The bold standing in the seat never felt this got anymore untroubled. Plunged-seeking for help from a dearest hearty found himself comfortable to confine in. Instinctively airing out, grievances, pain bottled within, wasn’t natural. It was attempting to relearn or change nature altogether. Kinsmen would call this act by being here, a sign of definitive weakness. They’d shun him even further, mocking his stake as a man, calling his pride pitiful… Artificially determined by underachievers of our society. However to expose your vulnerabilities, requires unprecedented power. Grit against that lingering, nagging feeling when your entire existence wants to crawl away. Is contesting against what’s supposed to be ‘nature.’ Upon this lounge seat, he was never-braver. A pirate-chasing after the grandest treasure, all forget-to-often, Tormented inner seas to navigate and master; Self-discovery! If someone were to acquire all the wealth in that… One must have to wonder, where’d they stand? Perhaps higher… Of a place not-yet charted to the fullest.

Sweat drenched palms, his throat gulped and dried before, “Ugh, this feels like I’m on a casting-couch n’ th’ local Red-Light District, tryna’ get some virgin hole’s stretched this Sennight.” Doing what often did to everyone who came in-contact, crudely buried and joked it away. Mocking his own feelings-until it was numb, displacing their noise. Throwing a popcorn-shrimp into his mouth with snacks on display, Council was also his Chef aboard too. Across from patient, a kind-hearted, Sea Roe and motherly-like maiden, giving a small-giggle at his remark, “It’s okay. We can wait for you to lax, this isn’t something we need to force open. There’s no-fires, here Cap’n. You’re safe, waves outdoors from us, under that sail-breeze accompanied.” She stumbled-across him when concerned, after nearly-dying from experimenting on narcotics and mixing strong-rum together one-night. Without her keen-observance the Sea Maiden didn’t notice his eyes incoherently devoid of sense, that faithful-Sun. She would’ve been too-late. Suffering more scars-than physically the canvas conveyed on him. Early on taking a mantle. Faltering when it came to multiple Crews. Incurring, mutinies, several enemies, known. Or lurking within depths of the unknown. Bounties that became steep from his escapades of fearlessness. Always targets at his back the moment he donned the inherited Tricorn Hat. From fallen Cap’n who founded this Goldbrand. Inside that-wee-bit part of us that holds us back ushering, whispering like a conniving parasite. Crept-in, saying to flee, run-away. Holding us back from growth-ushering and flourishing. It often won. Looking for any way to get-off-the-hook, from achieving anything, may lead to either happiness or deemed-fortune. Important to often resist that insignificant-part. To combat this requires a shout of frustration, and committing to your declared steps to truly heal. “What would ye’ like t’ ask?” Nerves turned to stone, a deep-inhale taken and exhalation followed. Amusement, candle-lit her visage, before an earnest-smile followed, “We’ll start discussing, what brings you thrill, fulfillment? You’ve a coffer of stories, Captain. They’re written not just upon but through you. Acquiring a healthy outlet to release them may help you astutely, or give room to castaway and relinquish unnecessary weight.” She had an ease sharing empathic attributes. Every emotion someone underwent was her own. Devilishly uprooted, a no-good expression of debauchery collected his features, “Ye sure about that? I could go-listing many pleasurable affairs with vivid details. Can’t say none of those experiences weren't a thrill. Worth th’ voyage my partners I’d bet could vouch fellow sentiments.” Looking to stir-up or shake, but she didn’t waver. Expecting to have her roll-her-eyes, give up on him before starting, hopelessly. As many before-her claimed to be ears. Was obvious she would’ve listened to anything. Nothing could deter her aid, cradled around him knowing just his actual hurt. This what a true-friend exhibited; a Crew? Uncanny, selfishness often was prime here, a believed-necessity. Expect everyone with a knife-of-betrayal equipped Loyalty, if held, resided the strongest-currency. Not glinted gold nor silver.

Bested by her with a pout, seriousness followed his features loosened actually thinking of what her words asked. “I guess seeing dreams realized ov’ others. Particularly my mateys anymore is enough satisfaction. I’ve held many wonders upon this realm. I scoured formerly n’ my shade, claiming Voidal Relics, t’ lost treasures left forgotten and barren. Every-time, I felt further from complete. Would-think with the infamy and power I was collecting, even the fortune I had. There’s no way I wouldn’t feel a sense of freedom sought or grandness. Regardless a gap waged between. Acquiring those ambitious endeavors took extreme sacrifices, not always on my account. I asked much ov’ my fellows. Two-men on the crew who were lovers had much to still-live on and found eachother in my stead, recently-wed, n’ they willingly chased after these materialistic-gains, fer me…  One voyage, required t’ see a difference-make against a War of the Depths that came t’ our shores. Despite their commitment to each other that adventure was seen-through by them. It’d prove the last-moment they shared together. One of them became corrupted, tainted by a relic’s influence, consumed ov’ ration, and killed their own heart; the very partner.” Broke-down and strings inside holding his composure, snapped. Quivering in his voice to encounter realization, “W-what, kind of Cap’n does that? I kept getting my hearties killed! Thwarting away futures not my claim t’ take. Cause of selfishness, greed, to prevent others from having all th’ cards n’ their own coffer? What th’ HELL was th’ justification!? They should still be together…” Balling his fist, nails-delving into his palm until bled. She wrote notes on her clip-board before setting it down. Unknowingly a part of her… Slumbering was strictly-involved in that War of the Depths. Reincarnation of the very-prime-foe. Even beyond both their known. Captain felt it instinctively during their meeting. Soon washed away the notion and mistrusted his own instinct. Because it wasn’t all-true. She demonstrated a whole difference to the advisory, formerly named Siren among Sirens in mythos, who orchestrated and owned an Empire at Depths of the Rohtano. Calmly and understanding from his perspective, “Cap’n we can’t carry everything outside us and blame our shoulders for not staying upright, otherwise we anchor and quickly follow-pursuit of the dead. You said it yourself they willingly followed and saw crucially a mission you-mentioned for that War? What would’ve happened if they didn’t? I’ve to bet more lives lost; War unfortunately is that, there’s no real-fortune any side attains. Always loss-occurs. Think they would-agree that was in-vain? Would they-be any happier or rested souls, knowing their Captain they shared who guided them to another foremost, sabotaged and chained himself because of their behalf? Your survival has a lot of guilt, it’s harmful.” Lowering herself to extend the reach of voice, it never once, impacted a sense of thought or deep-truth to reflect in. Frustration was being quelled, she further descended down to pull him from shallow-bellows of torment. 

As-if her spirit was diving to rescue him, where misery and sorrow; drowns their victims. She attempted to explain with insightful unfathomable wisdom, “Perception carries and decides our reality. Instead of seeing your failure, think of victory. You won in some semblance a War, a tremendous feat; prevailing over it. Every-breath you take on carries extra-life of every fallen hearty you said goodbye, departed to those early sea-bed graves. Look what’ve you achieved, how you’ve mustered courageously, standing against that Past. You’re able to discern; what’s wrong or is containing your gravity. Wallowing is dangerous, making people stuck in-limbo, devouring the Future and preventing a Present from ever-leaving unwelcome shadows. One foot of yours seems to be stuck on shore. While another contemplates a leap to the tides. I’m not saying to forget. I’m saying to swim with your knowledge and experience, forward, forward, forgiving forward.” Her words didn’t instantaneously make a difference, but they were making-brief dents. Never-valuing or understood forgiveness especially towards one-self. Wasn't it easier to quickly throw down the hatch a few-pints of bottomless ale, hasten numbness? No-one wanted to confront-this, or themselves. Burdened with confronting our own burdens. Pain happens when caring. In-the-deep the rulers residing; sharks swam in this manner. Forward, never deterring. It’s all they knew, otherwise they lose breathing, resulting in death. Yet they reigned and exhibited lessons. Captain felt a lighter-sense of him wasn’t an instantaneous recovery but a progressive, steadied one. “Thanks Slafhota, I’ll see ye’ n’ Seven Sun’s same time, aye?” For first-session, it already felt like a right-step towards entering that tide becoming a king of his depth.