#THE ENDING IS SO LAZY

[samuraiondo-mace-1177]

I have an AO3 now so tell me if ya would rather have it put on there! :]

I can't stress enough about how hard it is to write like a proper fanfic when you've been scriptwriting for a while, so I apologise for the quality

(I felt like I had to write like a fanfic instead of showing you guys script cuz I'm sure you'd be bored reading that)

oh god oh jeez oh fuckk uhhh

Nanba and Asahi, everyone :]

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Night settled over Yokohama. Distant twinkling stars blurred with Isezaki Road's overwhelming neon lights. Cars drove through the days-old puddles from the last spring shower.

It had been a standard shift for Nanba. The same as any other day. As tiring and brain-numbing as it was to be a Medical Equipment Instructor, he found himself with a pep in his step.

He'd planned out his entire evening. Stop by somewhere for dinner, grab stuff for tomorrow, and relax by catching up with the manga he read back in medical school.

Nanba turned out of North Isezaki Road, down past the Revengebooks shop on Tsurukame Highway. Humming 'Baka Mitai' as he sauntered along.

He flicked his wrist out of his pocket, and pulled back his sleeve to reveal his leather-strapped watch.

21:03

Nanba slid his arm back into his trouser pocket.

Ever since he left the hospital, one question kept its claws in his brain.

What was he gonna get for dinner? It had to be cheap but filling. He wasn't gonna try something new, that's for sure, but what? It wasn't gonna be curry either – his garden hadn't grown much, and anywhere selling carrots or potatoes would've been shut around then.

"Hmm... maybe here would be good."

An aroma of rich soy sauce and faint spices drifted through the air – coming out from the Poppo ahead on the corner.

"They've probably just finished cooking Karaage and Korokke... maybe I should pick some up..." Nanba muttered.

He continued down the pavement until he noticed a stranger.

Man. Mid-late 20s. Western origin. Skin as white as foamed waves, with a mottled, bumpy scar that took over the right side of his face and neck.

The stranger ran his hand through his tousled, wavy chestnut hair – sighing as he looked over at the homeless camp across the road.

His dull teal waistcoat struck out against his charcoal formal shirt and light-grey suit trousers.

The man looked over at Nanba – the two held eye contact.

One eye was covered by a cloth eyepatch. The other was half open, heavy bags, with a lifeless sage green pupil that hooked onto Nanba's warm, hickory eyes.

They both swiftly looked in opposite directions, in fear of being caught staring for too long...

Until they found themselves face-to-face, outside of the Poppo's doors.

The man was a bit taller than Nanba, maybe just by a few inches.

Despite his intimidating appearance, the man was intensely blushing and sweating from the interaction, and proceded to make a straight b-line to the manga section. It was almost robotic-like in nature.

Nanba brushed off the situation and went around the shop like usual. Getting random snacks for movie watching or his game sessions with Ichiban. Drinks, sweets, and other generic supplies. Including, a copy of the Manga he was going to binge read for the evening.

He went to the final aisle, looking for tomorrow's lunch.

A sandwich? Onigiri? Nah, they were good, but they're more of a snack food, something you'd grab on your break. Maybe a bento box? They're pre-packaged and still taste pretty good when microwaved.

The question then was; which bento was he gonna pick? The luxury Yakuniku? Nah, that was a costly ¥2980... Guess it had to be the standard ¥800 lunch set...

Nanba, distracted, accidentally placed his hand on something else when reaching for a set.

"Huh?"

It was someone's hand.

His eyes trailed along their arm, up to their face.

It was the man from earlier...

Nanba watched as the stranger's one wide eye kept switching focus between him and their hands. His face washed over with pink - he was so warm, you could practically feel the heat emiting from his face.

He quickly snapped his hand back and sheepishly scratched his nape.

"You can- You can take the Bento set... I'll just grab a different one." He murmured as he inched to the side.

Nanba turned his head slightly and lifted an eyebrow.

"I'll grab a different one. Your hand was already on it." Nanba replied. It wasn't a big deal to him since he was the one who accidentally touched this guy's hand.

"Se-Seriously! You can just take the bento!" He continued, whilst his head dug into his shoulder as he waved his hand frantically.

"Uh... Sure then...?"

Nanba grabbed the set and tucked it into his arms, along with the other groceries. He spun on his heels, facing the cash register with its stone-faced employee.

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The man sighed with relief and grabbed a bento box, whilst Nanba went to pay.

After exchanging a light 'irasshaimase' and an 'arigato gozaimasu', Nanba grabbed his box of Karrage and left to head home.

When the man plucked up the courage to finally pay for his own stuff, he noticed something slipped out of Nanba's arms.

He slammed a 1000円 bill down on the counter, grabbed the item, and darted out the Poppo.

"SIR!"

"Huh?"

Nanba stood outside Sakura Lane, waiting for whatever this wreck had to desperately tell him.

The man slouched, slightly squatting, as he caught his breath with his head hung low. He shook his manga volume infront of Nanba.

"Ya... Ya left this..."

Nanba turned the volume to the side, and pushed it back to the man.

"That isn't mine. I already have that one."

"Haw? Oh, that isn't it..."

He flipped his hand around to reveal a box of Pocky.

"I found it on the floor... after you left..."

"Oh, uh thanks... uhm..."

"Ah! The name's Ito. Asahi Ito."

"Thanks, Ito-san."

"You're welcome-... I didn't catch yer name..."

"I'm Nanba."

"Yer welcome then, Nanba-san!"

The two silently stared at each other.

Asahi tapped his pockets, and started to back away with a straight mouth.

"Well then... I'll be seein ya around then Nanba-san!" Asahi said. "Have a nice night!"

"You too, Ito-san..." Nanba muttered. "How the hell did his demeanour just... shift? He was like an entirely separate guy?"

Nanba shrugged it off as whatever and left for his apartment.

I'll answer yer question: "Why is Asahi so nervous in this? I thought he was flirtatious and outgoing?"

I've stated before that his outgoing-ness is a mask, and him being goofy is his true self. He can be flirtatious, but it's more with close friends or strangers he didn't hold eye contact with for more than two seconds and then proceed to talk to. In addition, the character got dumped a couple months prior to when this is set, so I felt like his social anxiety would be off the charts.

"His awkwardness is unrealistic :("

*autistically stares at you with generalised anxiety disorder and severe social anxiety* Ok, but seriously, this is kinda more of an exaggeration, but I used to be like this so it's more closer to my past self.

"You shouldn't have used 'lifeless pupil' for Asahi since he is very much alive"

I agree with ya there, altho, the point was supposed to be 'he seemed lifeless behind the eyes' if that makes sense? Also giving this idea that Asahi seems like a cold, heartless being to juxtapose against his actual interactions plus Nanba in this scene. Like, they both feel unworthy of love, but Nanba has started to learn he is worthy, whilst Asahi is still stuck believing he isn't.

(sorry, I love analysing my fanfics and OCs. If this was set at an earlier point in the day, you would've heard me rant about flower language too (GOD I LOVE FLOWER LANGUAGE AND HANAKOTOBA)

The reason for a fanfic, and not a comic, is actually because of I wasn't able to get a good reference.

(my hair looks like Nanba's and IW Kiryu's atm shsjdgsk)

[melonsharks]

pacifica, mabel + relativity falls with transfem dipper aka losing your sister and discovering you have one all in the same day

my og tweet abt this below

[vegetabletaxi]

this is just a bunch of text and barely a comic sorry, but i really wanted to talk about this stuff even if i don't have the energy to properly draw

[cainternn]

more deadpool and wolverine thoughts

[modjisan]

shopping

[turtleblogatlast]

Leo learns something about himself 🏳️‍⚧️

Based roughly on this old post.

Bonus:

[Leo is taking the fact that he was born biologically female simultaneously very well and also not so well but overall he’s mostly coping with the fact that it was Draxum that just essentially gave him the turtle equivalent of ‘The Talk’.]

[shqrkdud]

Just another day in ucn

Edit: to prevent confusion, no this isn't Cassidy

[bloominglegumes]

i love normal guys doomed by the narrative

[heartorbit]

happy halloween! 🎃🐈‍⬛👻🐇

[sir-dahlia]

at the dangerous market..........buying groceries lethally......

original idea by @ctrl-alt-deleting-yr-face

[forgetfulmachineart]

[ID: A colored, simple, three panel comic of teen Gojo Satoru and Megumi Fushiguro. Panel one: Megumi sits on a stool, feet hanging barely half way down, as Gojo kneels in front of them bandaging their arm and holding their hand. Megumi has Gojo's sunglasses and is labeled "gojo put the sunglasses on them to keep Megumi's hair out of wounds." Gojo says "You got pretty close this time, Gumi! Want my help taming Nue next time?" Second panel: Megumi from the waist up, looking at her bandaged arm and saying "No. I'm alright Dad." A small cartoon Megumi realizes what they said and goes "wait..." Third panel: Gojo has a closed eyes smile and says "Okay, Gumi" but is labeled "Trying very very very very hard to play it cool." Multiple loud and ugly crying cartoon Gojo's reflect his real feelings in the background. /End ID]

They proceed to never talk about it again

[leftshiftwashere]

Showing him off because I'm proud as hell

I think the doorwings are one of the best parts because guess what! I animated them

So basically the animations they have: Idle, walking, running, swimming, jumping, hurt

He was a pain to texture and at some point I got scared I'll have to start from scratch, mostly because I messed up the files and the textures wouldn't apply. Obviously in the end I fixed it because I simply can't stop winning.

His animations also got a bit messed up. I planned for it to be possible to run and jump without the jumping animation interrupting the running one but oh well.(Not sure what went wrong I adjusted the priorities correctly)

Also I'm thinking of adjusting the hurt animation to be faster because it's not as clear

Annndddd also have a regular skin of him I made. He's very bald though

It's just that I got too hungry and bit his doorwings off. Whoopsies!

Anyway 👋

[delicourse]

i miss them a little if im gonna be honest

[basslinegrave]

pin-up

b&w originals

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

finally at that age where i'm thinking i should get a tattoo. not bc i feel strongly about it, just seems like a waste not to. i've got so much skin i'm not using

[angel5ofp0rn]

Price asking Gaz and Soap how to get his ex-wife to reply to his text. They both jokingly tell him to send a dick pic.

He tells them to piss off but after they leave, he closes his office door, sits at his desk and stares at the phone for awhile.

Couldn’t hurt. It’s not like it’s something she hasn’t seen before.

He undoes his belt, lowers his pants and boxer briefs just a bit. He pulls out his thick cock and gives it a few tugs.

The photo shows off his toned (but growing softer) abdomen as well as his cock in his hand.

She calls him immediately to cuss him out about sending stuff like that to her…

They end up having phone sex.