#also yes i gave him anime eyes in the first image

[thed0ct0risc0ming]

Hi. I need to start posting my art more. Here are some sketches

[dovesdreaming]

Pirates charm

Summary: You’re the daughter of Meg and Hercules, everyone always compares you to your mother saying your exactly like her. You couldn’t deny it either especially with how you wouldn’t let yourself swoon for Harry hook.

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Being the daughter of Meg and Hercules wasn’t easy. On one hand, you were expected to live up to your father’s reputation. The strong, brave hero of Olympus who could move mountains and defeat titans. People looked at you like you were supposed to be just like him- noble, pure, a shining example of what a demigod should be. But on the other hand, you were also Meg’s daughter. And that meant you were sarcastic, quick-witted, and more than a little cynical. If your dad was all about heroism, you were about surviving in a world where happy endings didn’t always happen. Your mother had made sure you understood that. She’d been there, done that, and wasn’t about to let you fall into the same traps she had.

You were, as people liked to say, the spitting image of Meg. From your sharp wit to the way you carried yourself, always with a knowing smirk and a hint of sass in your voice. You weren’t a wide-eyed optimist like so many people in Auradon. No, you knew better than that. Which was why Auradon Prep had become.. a little boring. The whole "perfect world" thing? Yeah, it got pretty old fast. Sure, there were plenty of bright, smiling faces and happily-ever-afters, but after a while, it all felt a bit fake. Like everyone was just pretending everything was perfect all the time. You needed something different. Something real. And then… Harry Hook showed up.

The first time you met Harry, you were standing by the docks, watching the Isle of the Lost kids as they arrived on their ship. Ben had done his whole "integration" thing, and now, here they were, villains' kids walking the pristine streets of Auradon. It was all very dramatic, with people whispering and staring at the new arrivals, like they were some kind of dangerous animals let loose in a zoo. You didn’t care about most of them. But then, you saw him. Harry Hook.

With his long coat, swaggering walk, and that trademark hook hanging from his hand, he made quite the entrance. His sharp blue eyes scanned the crowd, taking everything in like he was already planning his next move. His smirk was lazy, but there was a dangerous glint in his eyes that made you raise an eyebrow. And when his gaze landed on you? Oh, he noticed you too. His eyes flicked over your figure, taking in the sharpness of your features, the confidence in the way you stood. Unapologetic, like you didn’t care what anyone thought. It was enough to make him pause for a second, his smirk faltering before returning even wider.

“Aye, what do we have here?” he murmured as he sauntered over to you, his voice dripping with a Scottish lilt that sounded both amused and intrigued. “Didn’t know Auradon had girls like you”.

You crossed your arms, eyeing him up and down. “What? You thought we were all sunshine and rainbows?” He grinned, his hook tapping against his side as he stopped in front of you. “Somethin’ like that. But I think ye’re more storm clouds, lass. And I like that”. You gave him a dry smile, the corner of your lips lifting. “I aim to disappoint”. Harry’s grin didn’t falter. If anything, it grew wider. “Ah, ye’re trouble, aren’t ye? I can tell”. You shrugged, glancing at him with a bored expression. “If you’re looking for damsels in distress, you might want to look elsewhere”. “Damsels?” He raised an eyebrow, his smirk full of mischief. “I don’t do damsels. I like girls who fight back”. You tilted your head, feigning interest. “Good, because I’d rather throw myself off a cliff than need saving”.

He laughed, a deep sound that was rough around the edges, like he wasn’t used to laughing much. But there was something about you that seemed to break through his usual bravado. “Aye, I can tell”. After that, it was like a game between the two of you. Wherever you were, Harry wasn’t far behind, and every time he tried his usual pirate charm on you, you gave it right back with a smart remark or a sarcastic quip. He’d call you “lass” and you’d call him “Hook” with a roll of your eyes, but beneath all the teasing, there was something else. Something you weren’t quite ready to name.

Because despite all the back-and-forth banter, Harry Hook was different from the others. He wasn’t like the perfect princes of Auradon, who threw themselves at you with grand gestures and shining armor. No, Harry was raw. Real. He didn’t pretend to be something he wasn’t, and he didn’t expect you to either.You liked that about him, even if you’d never admit it.

One afternoon, you found yourself sitting by the lake, enjoying some peace and quiet when you heard footsteps behind you. You didn’t need to look to know who it was “Should’ve guessed you’d be here” you said, not even turning around as you leaned back on your elbows. Harry sat down next to you, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his body. “Can’t help meself” he said with a grin. “Ye’re just too much fun to annoy”. You glanced over at him, eyebrow raised. “If this is your idea of fun, you need a hobby”.

“Oh, I’ve got hobbies” he replied, his voice teasing. “But ye’re definitely the most interestin’ one so far”. You rolled your eyes, fighting back the smile that tugged at the corners of your lips. “You must be really bored”. Harry chuckled softly, but then his expression shifted, turning more serious. “Ye know, ye’re different from the rest of ‘em”.

That caught your attention. You turned to him, curious. “What do you mean?” He tapped his hook lightly against his leg, looking out at the water. “Auradon, it’s full of people pretendin’ to be somethin’ they’re not. All smiles and pretendin’ everythin’ is perfect. But you?” He looked at you with those intense blue eyes. “Ye don’t pretend. Ye’re real”.’You blinked, not expecting the honesty in his words. For a moment, you didn’t know what to say. You’d spent so long deflecting with sarcasm and wit that someone seeing through you like that threw you off balance. “I’m just me” you finally said, shrugging as if it didn’t matter. “Nothing special”. Harry’s gaze didn’t waver. “That’s where ye’re wrong, lass”.

There was something in his voice that made your heart skip a beat. You weren’t used to this, this raw, unfiltered honesty. People didn’t talk like that in Auradon. They didn’t look at you like they could see right through the mask. But Harry did. And, gods help you, you liked it. You cleared your throat, breaking the tension. “And here I thought pirates only cared about treasure”. Harry smirked, his teasing nature slipping back into place. “Aye, well, maybe I found somethin’ better”. Your heart did another unexpected flip at that, but you didn’t let it show. Instead, you gave him a lopsided smile. “If you think I’m going to swoon, you’ve got another thing coming”. Harry chuckled, shaking his head. “Nah, I wouldn’t want ye any other way”.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence after that, the sound of the water lapping against the shore filling the space between you. For once, there were no quips, no banter just a quiet understanding. Maybe you and Harry weren’t so different after all. Maybe, beneath the sarcasm and smirks, you were both just looking for something real. And maybe, just maybe, you’d found it in each other.

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Thank you for reading!!

[ultra-violet-heart]

The story of a (soon-to-be) Princess Consort who uses her cruel husband's hands holding the sword to relieve the heat on her cheeks

(Image taken from manga illustrator Hinoki Kino's IG. It's kinda related to this short story.)

This is a bonus short story written by Touko Amekawa for the 7th Time Loop anime! I got the title from this post by Amekawa. It’s set on Rishe's 7th loop, and it's all about Arnold and Rishe... flirting in winter. Hehe.

Disclaimer: This translation is made by me for fandom purposes only. This unofficial translation is not affiliated with the official 7th Time Loop franchise. All rights reserved for 7th Time Loop to its respective committees, committee members, staff, author and rights holders.

The bonus short story can be found in Touko Amekawa's Notes blog, but as the entry is now deleted, she also reposted it in her Twitter/X account!

I’m posting my Ko-Fi here as currently, I’ve been having financial troubles, so if anyone can donate, I would be much grateful for the help, thank you very much.

"So in Galkhein, during the first month, a festival is held during the harsh winter in order to implore spring to come, isn't it?" As Rishe spoke in that manner, the pleasant sound of a writing pen then stopped.

As Arnold was busy on his desk with his official duties, he stared at Rishe, who was now seated on the chaise longue across him. This was where Rishe sat every time Arnold was at his office working on his official tasks.

(Images from the 7th Time Loop anime opening. Rishe isn't asleep in this story, though.)

"What are you reading, a book about official events being held in this country?"

"Yes! I borrowed it for my studies, and I find this book well-written and very interesting!"

Arnold's attendant, Oliver, was very quick at his duties, and whenever he saw Rishe showing even a hint of concern [on something], he would immediately make prompt arrangements.

When she thanked him for giving her the book, Oliver smiled naturally and said, "My Lord ordered me to immediately give you anything you want, Lady Rishe."

"When a country can hold a large-scale festival like this in winter, it's evidence of how prosperous this country is. It's fantastic."

The sound of cicadas and the summer breeze blowing through open windows. The view seen through the window would was really beautiful, even in spring and summer.

Just imagining the view in Galkhein's autumn and winter was enough to make one's heart leap in anticipation.

Though before that, there were things she needed to check, it seemed.

"During the festival, are there any public duties you, Your Highness, and I need to perform?"

"Don't worry, there isn't any need for that. ―――――And if there is, we don't need to participate."

"Great! It's a relief we won't be doing any exhausting work there." Relief now gave way to increasing anticipation. "Then, Prince Arnold! What kind of food stalls would you like for us to go to?"

"……?"

Arnold then wore a slightly suspicious look, so she continued to add. "If we don't think carefully the order of the food stalls we're visiting, we might get too full in no time. I want to check out all the stores you might think of visiting, Prince Arnold, so I must plan this efficiently!"

"........."

"Since we're going there in secret, why don't we buy new cloaks for the festival? It will be fun if you and I get cloaks of matching design, Your Highness!"

While the color of Arnold's eyes and hair were very distinct, the opposite went for Rishe, [with her eye and hair colors] being pale. Them already standing side by side made them quite a pair, so if they wore matching garments, it would be interesting to see.

"It's written on this book that many restaurants offer special menus during the festival! Like that restaurant you and I went to on our secret trip the other day, Your Highness. The food there was so delicious, by all means, I want to go there again during the festival!"

"......Well, if you don't mind."

"Thank you very much! Is there any place you want to go to, Your Highness? I'm happy to accompany you there, together......"

"........."

"Prince Arnold?"

As he expressionlessly stared at her, Rishe tilted her head, puzzled. Arnold then said something.

"You really don't have hesitation."

"Hesitation?"

Arnold stood, walked to the chaise longue where Rishe sat, then sat down besides her.

"―――Within you."

Arnold's sea-blue eyes focused on Rishe.

Rishe's face was reflected on his eyes as he blinked.

Arnold gave her a soft gaze, his fingers playfully running through her coral hair.

"You spending time with me like this will be a natural future."

"~~~~…...?!"

As he pointed it out, she felt her cheeks warm immediately. "B-b-but, that is...!"

"'That is'?"

As she tried to object, she became embarrassed of her unconscious assumption.

Of course, it was natural Arnold was there with her in the festival scene she imagined.

(Simply put, I want to be with him there, but if this continues, His Highness might find that out......!)

Averting herself from Arnold's gaze, Rishe managed to reply.

".....By the first month, when winter arrives, we will be an officially married couple......"

Why did she feel too much embarrassed after saying such an obvious thing?

(I-I don't think I can fool him at all......!)

To cool her flushed cheeks, she took Arnold's hands while he was still caressing her hair gently.

Pressing his hands against her cheeks felt cool and comfortable.

".....Rishe."

"Ugh......"

Believing that Arnold's cold hands would cool her burning cheeks somewhat, she barely manged to utter an excuse.

"From now, I-I'm looking forward to winter! Festivals... I love festivals!"

"......I see."

Would Arnold's hands get colder in the winter?

She was worried now that his fingers might get frozen while he was holding a sword.

Rishe hoped to give Arnold a pair of gloves way before the winter festival arrived.

As she got distracted by such thoughts, it took her a few seconds to realize how embarassing it was for Arnold's hands to be pressed on her cheeks.

[yourlocalstranger123]

You know like how much you wanna touch those non-human characteristics they have or maybe they are similar to an animal

EX; Gorou, Yae, Sucrose, Tignari, Diona, Itto, Ganyu, Kokomi, etc

I JUST WANNA LIKE JJGMGKGKGJGKF

PLEASE,,,

I can just imagine the reader iseki to genshin and then gathers up everyone in the building that the people made just for them. And then they ask to meet (character with the characteristics of an animal or even an oni) and when they do, they litterally smother that person with all their love. And yes. I'm obsessed with SAGAU

Ex;

Zhongli 🐉

1st: Twitter artist: GARDENSVEIL

2nd: ??? You can see in the picture

3rd: Twitter artist: crycry84488

You asked him to transform into his dragon form. At first he politely declined until he saw your sad pitiful face :(

He couldn't resist so he gave in quickly. As you touch his horns, his tail unconsciously wraps around you, bringing you closer. He apologized with a flustered look on his face. But you, of course. Smothered him with more love than he had ever received. It's overwhelming in a good way. He feels comforted and relaxed by your warmth.

You couldn't wait to see his full form

1st: don't know, but the user is in the picture

2nd: Danbooru artist: hozumi_rino

3rd: Twitter artist: Lontongs_

4th: Danbooru artist: nihellie

Was too lazy to do the images separately for each person. Also I picked 10/10 random.

Yae miko 🦊

She is a bit flirty though and she does tease you but immediately quiets down when you let yourself be within the warmth of her 5 fluffy Tails and ears too. But now to the flirty side. When she flirts with her teasing, one time you accidentally grip her tail too hard, and she yelped. (Definitely not because of the pain 😳)

Yeah, after that day, she made sure to be careful with the flirting and teasing. But she would gladly lets you do it again someday.

Gorou

He tried to seem calm but inside his mind goes wild, he sat down with both knees on the floor and his knuckles turn white of how hard he was gripping his pants.

After that incident, he always felt the urge to go to you and be smothered by your love as you ruffled his hair, touching the right spots on his ears and tail.

It was truly blissful, he could ascend to the celestials. You told him the chocker on his neck looks nice.

He wonders how you react if he wears a collar around his neck

Diona

She's annoyed at first but finds warmth in your petting. She comes for you for comfort when all the drunken people are being mean to her. She hides behind you as you ruffled her hair and glared at the drunk person as they felt a chill upon their spine

Congratulations, you are seen her new parent figure!

Tignari

At first when you pat his head for his hard work being a forest watcher. He's surprised at least but is happy for such praise from your Grace. He's used to you playing with his ears and hugging his tail. Though he feels embarrassed of how good it feels when you touch them.

If you don't praise or either pat his head for his good work at least once every day, he thought he made you mad and tears fall from his eyes. But you assured him, that you just forgot.

Praise him now

Bonus;

Xiao

Twitter artist:_ahblue_

He would only see himself as a tool. You know that, so when he hesitated. You told him he would be your comfort buddy. So he agrees. He would never admit that he liked it when you take care of his wings and stroke it so softly. He uses his wings as a pillow or blanket when you felt sleepy or cold.

His karma debt goes away whenever you come around him.

He feels at peace

Alhaitham & Dottore

I know both of them aren't exactly hybrids of animals but they are similar,

Dottore has a bird-like mask, sometimes when you try to hug his bird mask pokes you in the shoulder. But you just pat his hair and play with it. Sometimes you braid it and he doesn't even bother un-doing it. He even comes to you to braid it again and he will pout frown if you don't. He usually does this when he's stressed from work or when one worker who made him in a bad mood.

With Alhaitham, (alpha) oh come on, have you seen his eyes go red? So it counts...He feels unfamiliar with this feeling, as you let him lay on your lap while he reads a book. Your thighs are an excellent block of hearing and maybe chest tooOf course, he prefers to be it in private. Only you can see him like this.

[Yeah, Alhaitham was a joke though.]

[so-bitya]

Whitewashing in Anime - Soma ft. Usopp

Avoiding "Brown"

Here is an image of Soma comparing his skin tone from the first season of Black Butler and the current season airing now. As you can see, Soma's skin is noticeably lighter than it was in the past. I considered the lighting and took shade from his hand that looks relatively mid tone. However, that's not really a fair excuse if the anime continues to lighten Soma's face this way.

I also compared his skintone from the Book of Circus season which is relatively more recent, and chose images where he's clearly in good lighting. Soma is still noticeably lighter this time around.

Whitewashing is an incredibly common phenomenon that been happening a lot lately in anime, especially with reboots. A great example I can think of off the top of my head is One Piece where they lightened nearly everyone's skin color in the anime, despite some of the cast being characters of color?

(^^^this character is canonly black according to Oda, the mangaka.)

"Oh but Oda gives Usopp pale skin in all his color illustrations"

One, he should know better. Two, if Oda said Usopp would be African in real life, and chose a brown, Jamaican-american actor to play him, then yes, they have been ridiculously disrespectful in how they've been portraying the character's racial features so far.

In that sense, it's actually relief that anime studios in the past weren't afraid of giving their characters darker skin unlike mangakas who were terrified of even the lighest shade of brown.

For instance, I am happy that A-1 studios made Soma, Agni, and Mina, who are all the same race, slightly differ in skin tone. Mina's skin is cooler toned compared to Soma and Agni's warmer hues.

HOWEVER, and other fans pointed this out, Soma and Agni's skin leaned so far from being golden brown to straight yellow in many scenes, that they were walking around like they have jaundice which is so... Of course A-1 studios found some way to mess it up ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Another thing, do you guys honestly think being accurate to Yana's art style is always the best thing to do in adaptions? Angela Blanc, the secret villain in the anime original first season, pretends to be an abused maid and gets whipped in her very first scene. And according to Yana's concept sketches, she was originally brown. I'm actually glad the anime whitewashed her in that instance.

I'd like to point out, Sebastian's skin tone has also changed in the new season, and he's noticeably tanner than his previous anime appearances and yana's illustrations. So why is this okay for the anime to make creative changes for sebastian's skin tone, but have to stay accurate for Soma? (whose dark skin been established in anime viewers' eyes for decades now).

To be fair, I did a comparison of the anime grayscaled and Soma in the manga during the Weston arc. I checked the values and while I will say that his skin is relatively in the same as the manga, only few degrees lighter, whitewashing isn't only about skintone.

Colourism in Features

We could argue whether its just different anime styles or the way Yana draws noses, but its not a great look for Soma's nose to be made noticeably sharper compared to his flatter/rounder nose in the manga/earlier seasons of the anime.

Talking about the Mandela effect and cognitive dissonance as well... there's also something about how manga readers seen Soma with brown skin and pure black hair years in the manga, only for the anime to lighten those features.

It doesn't help that Soma canonly has purple hair and yellow eyes (if anything, I do appreciate the more natural tones they gave Soma this season. No more highly saturated purple hair and yellow eyes!)

Yes, Kuroshitsuji is a fantasy story, and YES artists of color like to play with fantasy features with characters, me included! But my point is that black/brown representation in media is so little already, especially when character artists are also averse to drawing any defining racial features.

Yana has designed brown-skinned characters in the anime with straight white hair and light-colored eyes about three times now (ie. Agni, Angela, and Hannah). The only Indians with dark skin and hair are a bunch of homeless thugs that Soma and Agni stop from mugging Ciel, proving they're "one of the good ones", and Mina whose treatment in the manga/anime is abysmal.

Discussing Racism in Fandom

Alright, so over the past few days, I've seen some fans disappointed with Soma's skin tone change and I hope my post illustrates why they would be. But I've also seen some angry and frustrated reactions to those fans! And I want to ask, why?

Why is fans bringing up racism in anime considered "discourse" but reacting harshly towards those fans is not?

Why would fans expressing disappointment about whitewashing gets you more angry than the whitewashing itself?

Why is being disappointed that an anime lightened a character's skin tone, a character who both anime-only watchers and manga readers alike saw as dark-skinned, "stupid" to you?

How come the fandom gets a good laugh out of the usage of "fag" potentially canceling the anime, but talking about race is a "risk" to getting a new season?

And if you disagree with my points and believe the anime is only being accurate to Yana's work, why not just say "Soma's skintone is more accurate to Yana's color illustrations, but I understand the disappointment and shock," without being condescending towards us for being concerned in the first place?

I'd be pretty happy if the anime was just using intense lighting and that Soma is darker than he appears (in fact, if that happens I'll reblog the good news to this post!) Because this post isn't "discourse" to me, I'm discussing race regarding one of my favorite characters in the fandom. Discussions like these don't ruin the fandom, but actually help it become a more welcoming place for fans of color.

Whitewashing in Anime - Agni ft. Cithis

[totallynotlx]

Benefactor

A/N: In honor of my precious, beloved boys. You both deserved the world but they did you so wrong. Also yes, I hurt myself writing this thankssssss

Tags: Dad!Gojo Agenda, a bit of fluff I guess?, Hurt / No Comfort coz I am hurting rn

Word Count: 745

Benefactor 

It's the word that Megumi would always associate Gojo with. He wasn't particularly fond of the man, but he doesn't despise him either... not always anyway. He owes him that much, at least. The man had no business adopting two kids when he was just sixteen. But he did it. Sure, he wasn't the perfect role model, but he remembers how much he cared for them. 

He made the effort to celebrate his and Tsumiki's birthdays the first year he took them in. Christmas was extravagant, too. That's where Megumi discovered his disgusting addiction to sweets. The table was full of it. Some of which he and Tsumiki haven't tried before. Tsumiki was ecstatic, with bits of icing on her cheek as she ate, while Megumi was more content with the peppermint candy canes. He also made sure they had presents. 

When school came around, Gojo took care of everything. He was still too young to enter Jujutsu High, so he ensured they had a proper education. He made sure they had everything, from their needs to their wants. 

"He's weird. But he's not a bad adult." He remembers Tsumiki's words all those years ago after Gojo took them in. Megumi would argue that she shouldn't be too trusting since it may still be a political ploy, but it never happened. 

Gojo genuinely did care for them. He made Tsumiki laugh. When he found out they comforted him, he gave Megumi stuffed animals that resembled his curse techniques. He vaguely remembers him tucking them both to bed when they fell asleep on the couch. He made sure they had a roof over their heads. He ensured Megumi pursued his other interests that didn't revolve around jujutsu sorcery. And even though Megumi was mature for his age, he tried his best to give him a sense of a normal childhood. Even when he became such a rebellious teen, Gojo was there, always patient with the same stupid grin. He didn't reprimand him as Tsumiki did, but he tried to guide him in his own way. The training sessions would be longer, harder even, but he never shouted at him, was never mad at him, or was never frustrated with him. 

"You have the potential to be on par with me, Megumi." Gojo's words echoed in his mind, crystal clear. "So you gotta keep a level head."

Thoughts began to swirl endlessly in his clouded mind as the memory faded. It was like almost seeing a ghost, always flitting through, never materializing. Images came and went like his own shallow breathing. It was getting harder to breathe. His chest felt like it was getting constricted by some unknown force, and he felt hot all over.

He recognizes the sensation. Pain. 

Subconsciously, Megumi grits his teeth, his nails digging into the inside of his palm. The dull sensation becomes more and more apparent with each second. His head was throbbing, and his vision blurred for a moment.

Take a good look, brat.

The voice that invaded his mind was unwelcome and brash. Slowly, the darkness morphs into a blurry scenery, like his eyes are camera lenses trying to focus on a subject. And that subject is at his feet.

He can make out the gray concrete now, rough and cracked as someone laid down on it. 

Why is someone lying on the concrete?

Megumi hears a sharp intake of breath, eyes trying their best to focus on the source of the sound. Red liquid pooled on the ground. Blood. That's when he notices a familiar white tousled hair. Albeit he doesn't see it often, he grew up seeing him casually wearing his hair down around both of them siblings. His senses were sharper now. His vision finally focuses on the figure on the ground.

Benefactor. 

It's that one word that Megumi would always use to describe Gojo to everyone if asked about their relationship. But right now, he can barely remember the word.

"Gojo-sensei..?" His words were a mere whisper. Gojo only blinks away the tears in his eyes in response, eyes slowly losing their luminescent blue luster. Warm streaks drip down from Megumi's eyes. Tears. 

"Dad?" 

A faint smile appears on Gojo's lips, and with one final blink, he loses the life behind those signature blue eyes of his, and silence descends upon them both. It was a grief so great that Megumi could only stand there in silence, mourning the only father he ever knew.

Inspired by this tweet that shared this very hurtful tiktok :')

[muiitoloko]

Become a Better Man

Summary: Grieving father Eli struggles with his past mistakes as he adopts a puppy, hoping to find redemption and heal his broken heart.

Pairing: Eli Michaelson & Daughter! Reader

Warnings: Angst, negligent father.

Author's Notes: I finally managed to crank out something for this fanfic, and surprise, surprise, it turned out totally sad—again! But hey, a part of me is happy I could write it. Hope you like it too! Heads up, it's pretty detailed and sad. Oh, and fun fact: Otto is also my dog's name! 🐶😅

First, Second, Third and Fourth part here.

Also read on Ao3

Eli paced the office, his steps quick and agitated. "Why would Lionel Shabandar buy my daughter's paintings and not tell me about the connection he had with her before?" he demanded, his baritone voice echoing off the walls.

The therapist, Dr. Reynolds, sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Eli, there's nothing strange about this," he began, his tone calm and measured. "You have to start realizing that maybe you're just trying to suppress your sadness over your daughter's death by directing your attention for meaningless things, creating a theory in your head."

Eli stopped pacing, his shoulders slumping as he absorbed the doctor's words. He turned and sat down heavily on the couch, his head in his hands. "Maybe you're right," he admitted reluctantly, his voice filled with exhaustion. "Maybe I'm just trying to find something to distract myself from the grief."

Dr. Reynolds nodded, his expression sympathetic. "It's natural to look for answers and create narratives to make sense of loss, Eli. But it's also important to confront the grief head-on, to allow yourself to feel it and process it."

Eli let out a long breath, his body sagging with the weight of his emotions. "What do you want me to do?" he asked wearily, his eyes meeting the therapist's.

"I have another task for you this week," Dr. Reynolds said, his tone encouraging.

Eli rolled his eyes, his impatience flaring. "More stupid tasks to do," he muttered under his breath, his irritation palpable.

Dr. Reynolds noticed Eli's reaction and gave him a thoughtful look. "Have you ever considered adopting a dog?" he asked, his voice gentle. "Maybe having a puppy to take care of will help you overcome your grief and leave you less alone."

Eli frowned, taken aback by the suggestion. "A dog?" he repeated, his tone skeptical.

"Yes, a dog," Dr. Reynolds confirmed with a small smile. "Pets can provide companionship and comfort, and they can give you a sense of purpose. It might be just what you need to help you through this difficult time."

Eli sat back, his mind racing as he considered the idea. He had never been much of an animal person, his life always too busy and chaotic to accommodate a pet. But now, with his daughter's death leaving a gaping hole in his life, the thought of having a loyal companion by his side was strangely appealing.

"Maybe," Eli said slowly, his skepticism giving way to curiosity. "I'll think about it."

Dr. Reynolds nodded, his expression approving. "Take your time, Eli. There's no rush. But I truly believe it could help you find some peace."

Eli left the therapist's office with a heavy heart, but also with a flicker of hope. The idea of adopting a dog seemed absurd at first, but the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. A puppy could be a distraction, a way to fill the emptiness that had consumed him since his daughter's death.

That evening, Eli found himself browsing online for local animal shelters, his mind filled with images of playful puppies and wagging tails. It was a small step, but it was a step towards healing, towards finding a way to live with the pain of his loss.

Eli scoffed and turned away from the computer at his desk, his bitterness intensifying as he stood up to get something to drink. He didn’t need a dog, he told himself, his irritation growing with each step. But the voice in his head, a voice that had become more pronounced in the last few days—a voice that sounded vaguely like his daughter's—protested.

"Maybe it would be good to have a dog," the voice argued softly, urging him to consider the companionship and responsibility it would bring.

"No," Eli muttered under his breath, his grip tightening around the glass in his hand. "No dogs. They make a mess of everything."

The voice persisted, coaxing him gently. "But it would give you something to feed and take care of, something to focus on besides your grief."

Eli shook his head vehemently, his frustration boiling over. "No! They piss and shit everywhere. And I don't even want to think about bathing a dog. I'm not going to have a dog."

The voice in his head was relentless, its tone filled with gentle insistence. "Yes, you will. It will be good for you."

"No, I won't!" Eli snapped, his anger directed at the invisible presence. "I won't!"

"Yes, you will," the voice replied calmly.

"No, I won't!"

"Yes, you will."

The argument continued in his mind, an endless loop of defiance and persuasion. Finally, exhausted and exasperated, Eli threw his hands up in defeat. "Fine!" he shouted into the empty room. "I'll just look. But I'm not promising anything."

The next day, after work at the university, Eli found himself walking into an animal shelter, his hands shoved deep into his coat pockets. He walked past the cages of dogs that barked at his presence, ignoring their eager faces and wagging tails. One of the shelter staff approached him, a friendly smile on her face as she began to speak about the dogs.

Eli interrupted her, his tone brusque. "I just want a puppy."

The employee nodded, undeterred by his abruptness. "Of course, sir. We have a few puppies available. Let me show you."

She guided him towards a cage, pointing to a male French bulldog puppy, about four months old. The puppy looked up at Eli with large, expressive eyes, its small body trembling slightly.

"This little guy has been returned twice," the employee explained, her voice tinged with sadness.

Eli's curiosity was piqued, despite himself. "Why?" he asked, his tone more demanding than curious.

The employee sighed. "It's because of his health problems. He has a few issues that require regular attention and care."

Eli’s initial reaction was one of indifference. "Good," he thought to himself, "health problems mean I'll get rid of it faster." But the voice in his head protested, telling him not to think that way.

Eli ignored the voice, focusing instead on the practicalities. "I'll take him," he stated flatly, his decision made.

The employee looked surprised but nodded quickly, not wanting to lose the opportunity to find the puppy a home. "Alright, let's get the paperwork started," she said, leading Eli to the front desk.

As they walked, Eli glanced back at the puppy, who was now watching him with a curious, hopeful expression. Despite his best efforts to remain aloof, a small part of him couldn't help but feel a pang of something—maybe not quite affection, but something close to it.

The voice in his head was quiet for now, and Eli couldn't help but wonder if he had made the right choice. Only time would tell, but for now, he had taken a small step towards something new, something that might just help him find a bit of solace in the wake of his grief.

Later at his home, Eli laid two newspapers on the floor, pointing to the dog, Otto, as the animal shelter had informed him, and then to the newspapers, stating firmly, "This is where you piss and shit, got it?" He gave a stern lecture to Otto, his voice tinged with impatience. "Don't try to piss or shit anywhere else, or you'll be sleeping in the backyard."

The voice in his head urged him to be more gentle, but Eli ignored it, watching Otto sniff everything around. He left the puppy to it and went to pour himself a drink, needing something to calm his nerves. The voice persisted, suggesting that Eli should buy a dog bed and maybe some toys for Otto, but Eli dismissed the idea as too expensive. "The dog already has food and water," he muttered to himself, "and that’s enough. It’s just a dog after all."

The voice in his head seemed to sigh, saying, "You're so stubborn, Daddy."

Eli ignored the comment, going to sit on the sofa and watching Otto explore the new environment. The puppy sniffed around the furniture, occasionally glancing back at Eli with curious eyes. Eli took a sip of his drink, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling that had settled over him since bringing Otto home.

"Why did I even get a dog?" he thought, frustration bubbling up. "What good will it do?"

But as he watched Otto, a small, reluctant smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. The puppy's innocent curiosity and playful energy were strangely endearing, despite his initial reluctance.

Otto approached Eli, his tiny paws padding softly on the floor. He looked up at Eli with those big, expressive eyes, and Eli felt a pang of something he couldn't quite name. It was a fleeting moment of connection, a small spark of warmth in the cold, empty space that grief had carved out in his heart.

The voice in his head was gentler now, saying, "Give him a chance, Dad. He might just help you heal."

Eli sighed, setting his drink down and reaching out to pat Otto's head. The puppy's fur was soft and warm under his hand, and for a moment, Eli felt a flicker of peace. "Maybe," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe."

He watched as Otto continued to explore, the puppy's boundless energy a stark contrast to Eli's own weariness. Despite himself, Eli couldn't help but feel a small, tentative hope that maybe, just maybe, this little dog might bring some light back into his life.

As the evening wore on, Eli found himself paying more attention to Otto, watching the puppy's every move with a mixture of curiosity and caution. Otto, seemingly unfazed by his new surroundings, continued to explore with unabashed enthusiasm, occasionally stopping to sniff at a corner or chew on a stray shoe.

Eli couldn't help but chuckle softly at the sight, the sound surprising even himself. "Alright, Otto," he said, his voice softening. "Let's see if you can manage to follow some basic rules."

He got up from the sofa and went to the kitchen, rummaging through the drawers until he found an old, worn-out tennis ball. "Here," he said, tossing the ball to Otto. "Maybe this will keep you entertained."

Otto pounced on the ball with glee, his tiny tail wagging furiously as he chased it around the room. Eli watched with a mixture of amusement and relief, grateful for the brief respite from his own troubled thoughts.

As the night drew to a close, Eli found himself feeling a bit more at ease. He set up a small corner for Otto in the living room, using an old blanket as a makeshift bed. "It's not much," he muttered, almost apologetically, "but it'll do for now."

Otto seemed content, curling up on the blanket with a tired but happy sigh. Eli stood there for a moment, watching the puppy settle down before finally retreating to his own bedroom. The voice in his head was quiet now, a gentle presence that seemed to offer a small measure of comfort.

Just as he began to drift off, he heard a soft whining and scratching at the bedroom door. Eli sighed irritably, pulling the pillow over his head in a vain attempt to drown out the noise. "Otto, go away!" he muttered, his voice muffled by the pillow.

As Eli lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, he couldn't help but think of his daughter and the unresolved pain that still lingered. He tossed and turned in his bed, trying to shut out the thoughts that raced through his mind. Lionel Shabandar, the mysterious benefactor who had bought his daughter's paintings and paid for her art school, loomed large in his thoughts. What was Shabandar's connection to his daughter? Why hadn't he said anything? Eli tried to recall the therapist's advice, but the questions swirled relentlessly.

But Otto persisted, his whining growing louder and more insistent. Eli cursed under his breath, throwing the pillow aside as he got up and stomped to the door. "What do you want, you little pest?" he grumbled, opening the door with a sharp tug.

Otto bounded past him, ignoring Eli's question as he headed straight for the bed. The puppy leaned against the side of the bed, his tiny paws scrabbling at the sheets as he looked up at Eli with pleading eyes.

"No, no, no, no!" Eli protested, waving his hands in a futile attempt to shoo Otto away. "You can't sleep in here. This is my bed!"

Otto whimpered, his eyes wide and sad as he continued to beg for Eli's attention. The sight of those soulful eyes brought back a flood of memories. Eli remembered his daughter, her big, hopeful eyes looking up at him, asking him to play, to spend time with her, to show her love. He had been harsh and distant then, pushing her away, too wrapped up in his own world to see the hurt he caused.

Would he reject her again?

With a heavy sigh, Eli's resolve crumbled. He reached down and scooped Otto up, the puppy's warm body snuggling into his chest. "Alright, alright," he muttered, carrying Otto to the bed. "But don't get used to it. This is the first and last time you sleep in my bed."

Otto wagged his tail happily, settling down on the bed as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Eli lay back down, keeping a stern face as he watched the puppy snuggle into the blankets. Despite his gruff exterior, a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"You're a pain in the ass, you know that?" he said softly, reaching out to pat Otto's head. "But maybe... maybe this isn't so bad."

Otto licked Eli's hand, his tail thumping against the bed. The simple act of affection warmed Eli's heart in a way he hadn't felt in a long time. As he closed his eyes, the weight of his grief felt a little lighter, the presence of the tiny dog offering a small measure of comfort.

"Goodnight, Otto," Eli whispered, his voice soft and uncharacteristically gentle. "Don't get too comfortable."

Otto's soft snores were the only response, a soothing sound that lulled Eli into a restless but ultimately peaceful sleep. For the first time in what felt like forever, Eli allowed himself to hope that things might get better, one small step at a time.

Later that same night, Otto woke up to the sound of soft sobs coming from his new owner. The room was dimly lit by the streetlights outside, casting long shadows on the walls. Otto blinked sleepily, his small body stirring as he lifted his head to see Eli lying on his back, his chest rising and falling with the weight of his silent cries.

Otto, sensing the sadness that filled the room, got up and padded over to Eli, his little paws barely making a sound on the sheets. He gently licked Eli's hand, his warm tongue a comforting presence. But Eli pushed him away, his voice rough with grief. "Leave me alone, Otto," he muttered, his tone harsh.

But Otto persisted, undeterred by Eli's rejection. He laid his head on Eli's chest, his eyes filled with concern. Eli pressed his arm against his eyes, trying to block out the memories that assaulted him. Memories of you, memories of the guilt that gnawed at him relentlessly.

He remembered the time he had come home from a long day at the university to find his lesson plans scattered across the dining table, each page adorned with your intricate, colorful drawings. His initial shock quickly gave way to anger, the rage bubbling up inside him as he realized how much time and effort he had spent on those plans.

"What the hell is this?" he had yelled, his voice echoing through the house. You flinched at his tone, your small body curling up in fear. "I gave you a whole painting kit to keep you away from my papers!"

Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to explain. "I just wanted you to have some pretty drawings on those papers you always carry with you," you said, your voice trembling with fear and sorrow. "So you can remember me."

Eli just got angrier. "I don't want your fucking drawings! I don't want to fucking remember you! You already irritate me enough!" he shouted, his voice filled with venom.

You recoiled at his harsh words, tears streaming down your face. Sarah tried to butt in, her voice trembling with desperation. "Eli, don't say that! She's just a child!"

But Eli was relentless, his anger consuming him. "Be quiet, Sarah!" he yelled, his face contorted with rage. "You won't put your hand over her head again! She has to fucking learn limits!"

You ran to your daddy, trying to grab his legs, your tiny hands clinging to his trousers as you sobbed. "I'm sorry, Daddy! I didn't mean to ruin your papers!"

Eli pushed you away with a force that made you stumble and fall. "No, fuck! That's why I never wanted girls! You're an irritating fucking disappointment!"

Sarah shouted, her voice filled with a mix of anger and heartbreak. "Eli, stop it! Look at what you're doing to her!"

But the damage was done. Eli's face twisted with fury as he glared at you. "I never wanted you!" he asserted with all his might, his words hitting you like a physical blow. "You're grounded for messing with my papers again!"

You lay on the floor, your heart shattered by his cruel words. The world seemed to close in around you, the weight of his rejection pressing down on you like a suffocating blanket. You looked up at Sarah, your eyes pleading for comfort, but even her embrace couldn't erase the sting of Eli's words.

Eli stormed out of the room, leaving you and Sarah behind. The house felt cold and empty, the echoes of his anger lingering in the air. Sarah held you tightly, her own tears mingling with yours as she tried to soothe you.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "He didn't mean it. He's just... he's just angry."

But you knew that wasn't true. You felt the weight of Eli's rejection deep in your soul, a wound that would never fully heal. You clung to Sarah, seeking solace in her warmth, but the pain remained, a constant reminder of your father's harsh words.

You clung to your mother, your small body trembling as you buried your face in her shoulder. "I love Daddy so much," you sobbed, your voice muffled against her as tears streamed down your cheeks. "Why does Daddy hate me? Why is he so bad?"

Sarah held you tightly, her own tears mixing with yours as she tried to find the right words to comfort you. "Sweetheart, it's not your fault," she whispered, her voice breaking with sorrow. "Daddy's just... he's not well. He doesn't mean the things he says. You are so loved, my darling."

But your heart ached with confusion and pain. "I just want him to love me," you cried, your voice filled with desperation. "Why can't he love me like I love him?"

Outside, on the porch, Eli paced back and forth, the cool night air doing little to calm his seething anger. He could hear your heart-wrenching questions through the open window, each one like a dagger to his chest. But instead of feeling remorse, his frustration only grew. He fumbled in his pocket for a cigarette, his hands shaking as he lit it and took a deep drag, trying to steady his nerves.

"Damn it," he muttered to himself, his voice rough with anger. "Why can't she just leave me alone? Why does everything have to be so damn complicated?"

The sound of your cries continued to filter through the window, but Eli couldn't bring himself to care. He took another drag from his cigarette, the smoke swirling around him as he tried to drown out your pain. "I'm better off out here," he thought bitterly. "Better off away from all of this."

But now, years later, the memory of that night haunted him. Lying in bed with Otto curled up beside him, Eli felt the weight of his past mistakes pressing down on him like a leaden shroud. He reached out to the small dog, his hand trembling as he stroked Otto's soft fur.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I'm so, so sorry."

Otto snuggled closer to his chest, offering a small measure of comfort with his warm presence. Eli's tears fell freely now, each one a testament to the deep well of grief and regret that had consumed him since your death. "I promise I'll be better," he vowed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I promise I'll change."

But the stark reality of his situation hit him like a punch to the gut. He didn't have you anymore. He didn't have anyone else. All he had was Otto, the small dog who had somehow become his lifeline in the midst of his despair.

Eli hugged Otto tightly, his heart breaking with the weight of his loss. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you," he murmured, his voice raw with pain. "I'm sorry I couldn't be the father you deserved."

Otto nuzzled closer, his soft breaths a soothing balm to Eli's tormented soul. "I'll do better, I swear," Eli whispered, his tears soaking into Otto's fur. "I'll be the person you would have wanted me to be."

But deep down, Eli knew that no amount of promises or apologies could change the past. The memory of your broken heart, the sound of your desperate cries, would haunt him forever. All he could do now was hold on to Otto and hope that, somehow, he could find a way to make amends for the mistakes that had shattered his family and his heart.

[kevlarcrack3d]

I'm gonna write headcanon pasts for the One Piece admirals! They're just so damn interesting and I love their mobster/rebel/yakuza theme! Kinda reminds me of the games lol.

BEWARE OF ANGST!: MENTIONS OF CHILD ABUSE, VIOLENT CRIME, UNDERAGE DRINKING, AND SELF-HARM

So, I looked at the childhood images of Akainu, Aokiji, and Kizaru and made what I could make out of what I can see in the images. No kid photos of Fujitora and Greenbull yet, do I used canon events as refs.

Akainu (Sakazuki) 🐶:

He had a turbulent childhood in a crime-riddled place. His father was a crime boss who abused him for seeing Marines as his hero, because his dad knew more that the Marines and WG were corrupt and shit. After all, the dad was a criminal, while Akainu genuinely wanted to serve in the marines and stand for his "justice".

A Marine he idolized gave him the tattered cap shortly before he killed his father because that Marine brainwashed and gaslit him into believing in his twisted justice during his stay in that area while searching for pirates. Akainu saw the battle and was instantly INSPIRED. He would become like his hero and blow up his shithole hometown.

Akainu has seen crimes, vices, violence, and all sorts of moral decadence in his place, so it's not surprising his views on justice got fucked up. He learned street smarts and how to fight due to his environment. He met Aokiji after killing his dad (it's anime logic where the young kid can kill an adult with fighting experience) and both had a rocky, love-hate (yes, I used to ship these two) relationship while wandering and doing odd jobs before being taken in by the Marines.

Since both grew up in turbulent, violent environments, they had the physical and mental strength (and fuckedup-ness) to fight in the Marines, and it'd be a waste to just let them toil while doing household chores, right?

So, they were taken in and trained. All the time, even until they were admirals, Akainu and Aokiji were arguing, always. Their opposing views, personalities, and justices didn't help either. Sometimes, they'd even be petty, like, Aokiji just moves Akainu's bonsai vase a little and Akainu is in a real foul mood and then shit hits the fan. It's very hilarious to see, especially when they were kids, they always had to be disciplined because they were always fighting 😂.

Akainu always had to deal with Aokiji's apathy and laziness. Akainu was the kid always angry and serious, so he was a rather amazing student - always "upright" in the Marines' eyes. Aokiji was the lazy but smart one, as in, super lazy. During teamwork training, Aokiji was kind of a slacker at first and Akainu would fight him always. It kinda died down over time as they became adults, but Akainu is still pissed about it, as always 😂.

Soon, Akainu burned down his pirate and criminal infested hometown. Fuck the innocents and everything. There are criminals there and he will send them to hell. And he succeeded.

Akainu also had a rather romanticized view of the Marines as a child due to his circumstances. Anything about spreading justice, order, and punishing criminals, and he'll be pumped up. This is the shit for him, and he's quick to plan and act when it comes to these. Despite his angry, wild nature, ever since he was young, he was ever so PASSIONATE about being a ROUGH, STRONG Marine man. Hence, the rose of the fuckin' lady killer sheesh 🥵. Something here's burning hot and it's not just the lava!

Yah, yah, I just spent over half the year creating yakuza/boryokudan OCs and well, I guess the dashing underworld outlaw prince swept me off my feet 🤩🤩🤩...

Aokiji (Kuzan) 🐦: Aokiji had deadbeat parents who always let him get beat up. He lived in the same area as Akainu. Due to his family being deadbeat, he picked up vices and began to drink at an early age. He decided to wander away, doing odd jobs. Despite his apathy towards most of the world and anger towards criminals, helping people with chores kind of softened his heart. This has helped him develop a sense of compassion, unlike Akainu, who did these chores as a way to work towards being accepted by the Marines. Sometimes, Aokiji would be dog tired and sleep a lot in his free time.

Soon, he met Akainu and they accompanied each other. Being alone was boring, and besides, they were kids. They'd argue a lot, even while working, AND especially when sharing a sleeping space. Oh boy, they'd get violent when one starts pressing agains the other.

And that's the definition of true love according to what my shipper brain said

The Marines soon took them in and they began to train. Aokiji was rather apathetic to this at first, but then actually began to warm up a bit to his job. Sometimes, it was even entertaining, especially arguing with Akainu or simply bullshitting his fiery frienemy. But, as Aokiji became an adult, cracks began to show.

Aokiji began to see all the misery and corruption. The causes of poverty and crime, a lot caused by the WG. He saw innocent people hurt due to the WG. Soon, he fell back to his apathetic ways. But, despite being so jaded and weary, he still had that kind-hearted side for those with benevolent intentions, regardless of them being pirates or otherwise. Soon, he wanted to be free to do this and resign from the Marines. Deep down, he had a heart like the snow, cold, and yet beautiful.

Dagnabbit, I'm crying why the fuck do I do this to myself 😭😭😭?

Kizaru (Borsalino) 🙈: Kizaru's family was the type that placed all their hopes on him to achieve their broken dreams for them, so they encouraged him to learn and study. He was rather pressured sometimes, but he did truly enjoy his studies and reading. He'd happily skip to the library sometimes and told them his stories. A light to their world, if I must say. Aaaand the feels are back 🥲.

Kizaru then decided to join the Marines, a decision his parents supported, seeing he could finally give them an ego boost, like "HOLY SHIT MY SON IS A MARINE, NOW, CLAP, GUYS". Not really his dream or what he wanted, but he just went with the flow. He was an easygoing, cool, chill dude anyway.

Soon, he met Akainu and Aokiji in training. He ALWAYS had to be there to calm these two down if they started arguing. One mean look from Akainu to Aokiji or vice versa, "woah there, now stop my dudes" Kizaru was the pacifier between them. He was also the quiet, cool, but very smart kid who always was in the topnotchers. However, he was the type to suck up to the government's ideals and decisions of the majority of the top brass and whatever view a certain faction of theirs chooses as right. He was like a ship bobbing on the waves without someone to steer it.

Soon, he got to meet Vegapunk due to his knowledge on some certain machines thanks to his childhood of reading. He would keep a VERY CLOSE EYE ON THE SCIENTIST. That's what he was tasked to do. He had no problem with that anyway. Then, he met Sentomaru, Kuma, and Bonney, and maybe, just maybe, his nonchalant, neutral personality slipped away, having seen the innocence of a kid who viewed him as an uncle and the sweetness of a father and his daughter. He found himself having fun for the first time, but maybe, he just didn't know it. But the memory stuck.

To thisbday, Kizaru is still nonchalant as ever, but maybe, I hope, something might happen in Egghead arc now with him. Could be good development for someone so dull, yet so bright.

Dammit. Them 2D cartoon seamen making me cry.

Fujitora (Issho) 🐯: Oh God, this is a dark one. Fujitora was a very unfortunate lad. He had an, abusive, overpopulated family who hated him and beat him to near death. They saw he was durable when he fought back and decided to sell him to the Marines. It wasn't fair. But the world's not fair. Always, Fujitora saw poverty and very VILE bastards in his place. It was not surprising to him. But, his hell was just going to begin.

Fujitora had a strong moral compass (besides his gambling) and trained hard to spread justice in the Marines. But, as his rank got higher, the more horrible things he saw in the WG. Corruption, slavery, hatred, and all things unpleasant. Ugh, he wanted to leave. Why? Justice is for everyone, right? So, why can't he bring it to those above him, who abuse their power? That's right, it was the world being unfair.

All the shit he has witnessed made him sick to the stomach. Are these the people he was working with and working for? Yuck. He decided to resign last minute before a promotion.

But, before he left, Fujitora reflected on his life before being sold to the Marines and after being sold to the Marines. Just the same. It was just the same back there. It was just unfair, so unfair. Wherever he went, there were always bad people oppressing the lass fortunate like he once was. Fujitora was unable to take the gravity in that moment and cut his eyes. He decided to cancel his resignation and return to the Marines. That way, at least, he can rise up to a position where he can stand for fairness. But if any sign of humanity comes before him, Fujitora will be unable to see it clearly again, despite his kind heart. He may feel it, but never see it, so he can only partially feel it. A prize to pay for justice.

This one was sad. And when kindness did come to his heart genuinely in the form of Luffy, he couldn't see those kind eyes 😭.

Ryokugyu (Aramaki) 🐂: This dude seems to have sucked according to the fandom, but screw that.

So, since he's quite the simp for the WG, Aramakiwas bought as a baby by the Marines, so all he knew was the WG's ideals.

Though unruly and wild, he was valued because he was loyal, even when he did things outside anything approved, like not asking permission to deal with certain peeps. He was also very destructive as a child, so he needed lots of discipline, too. In fact, this wild boy has been chided more than anyone could count they stopped scolding him altogether 😂!

[scribefindegil]

god. i’m still real fucked up over Manga Mogami Arc, and not for any of the reasons people warned me about. like, Mogami’s world ramps up the violence above what they could show in the anime (which, thanks Bones, I personally could not have handled watching that so I’m glad they toned it down), but that makes sense for him. he’s a powerful evil spirit who’s created a hell dimension. it’s brutal, but it isn’t unexpected.

what got me was what happened before that.

[Image ID: A partial page from the Mob Psycho 100 manga. Panel 1: A psychic picks up an ornate staff and says, “So she beats us to death, one by one ... or we beat on her, all together.” Panel 2: Another psychic, sweating, asks, “You really think the client would agree to that ...?” Panel 3: A closeup of the first psychic, veins bulging and eyes narrowed. He says, “The client is currently bleeding out on the floor. Open your eyes. This is no time for questions about morals and ethics ...” Panel 4: Dialogue continues, “It’s looking more like ... kill or be killed.” The crowd of psychics looks distraught. Panel 5: Reigen, with a horrified expression, thinks “Things were already bad, but ...” End ID]

So for those of you who haven’t read the manga, there’s a point after Mogami has trapped everyone in the basement and revealed the extent of his power where some of the other psychics decide that their best strategy for getting out of this situation is murder! Cool! (Does someone point out that Mogami’s spirit has already jumped into a different vessel and there’s nothing to stop him from doing it again? Yes! Does this give them pause? No!)

I think this is really interesting, because in the anime the real threat in this arc always comes from Mogami himself, even if it’s enacted through his spirits in the mindscape. But in the manga there’s this part that still takes place in the real world, with regular people who aren’t being controlled or possessed, and because their lives are in danger they’re willing to try to kill a middle-school girl to save themselves. Mogami must have been so chuffed. Here are these people all ready to prove his point about the darkness at the heart of human nature and how no one really cares about anyone but themselves, and he hardly even put them up to it! It reminds me of the part with the astral projection stalker, where it’s one thing to see this kind of behavior from an evil spirit, but it hits harder when it comes from living humans.

Also really important to note that they got this idea because of Reigen. Obviously he was not encouraging murder! But it was his successful knee-strike exorcism of Jodo that gave the other psychics the idea that they could defeat Mogami by doing physical violence to his host.

[Image ID: Jodo lies unconscious on the floor. Someone says, “You saw what just happened. Jodo was possessed ... but that dude’s kick took him down! We can try the same thing against her.” End ID]

And Reigen can tell that he won’t be able to talk them out of it! He freezes up! It’s Shinra who, very bravely and very stupidly, runs forward and tries to stop them and gets his face bashed in for it (i’m not screencapping this because it makes me too upset).

It just. It’s already so much in the anime when Mob refuses to accept Mogami’s worldview after six months in his world. It’s even more when the last things he experienced in the real world were so bleak. But he’s so, so brave and so, so stubborn, and he’s willing to believe that all those people deserve the chance to change too.

[abri-chan]

Okay so, I have collected the evidence, and the part where Shunsui takes the sword from sister in law falls somewhere in between whatever his look was in the academy episode this season when he first spars Ukitake (is blue the lowest rank/first year or? I forgot, but the color scheme of the uniform has to do with the year one's in) to the moment he hears about the execution of sister in law, where both him and Ukitake are wearing black, as graduated from the academy but indistinct foot soldiers (neither is wearing the white of the captain color).

You'll have to contend with manga panels only because the anime hasn't gotten to that point yet, but in the panel he takes the sword from sister in law, he doesn't appear to wear any academy clothes, bc whatever he's wearing is missing those small patterns of crosses over their nips.

Did Kubo forget to draw the uniform correctly or is this man wearing normal/civilian clothes as he got called "home" by a relative? You can see he already has a ponytail by then (2nd panel in this post) if you squint. So does that mean Shunsui of back then was closer in appearance to Shunsui of panel 3/execution or Shunsui of panel 1? Because if he had the look shown in Ukitake's flashback I can't defend him as to why his sister in law would not register him as a man. You show up to her house with that face? You want her to sit on that?

But Shunsui's of the third panel, with black uniform on is low-key pretty boy handsome, so maybe there i could make a case. (Not that sister in law cares because at that point she had made peace with how she wanted to die and take with her own clan, whatever happened to Nanao happens. You can see she looks down to the earth all through that flashback, possibly bc looking into the eyes of people may tempt her to not stage her own execution, so I doubt she paid much attention to how those around her, including Shunsui (who is very tall) looked, even though she hadn't seen him in quite some time. I wonder if to her death, if she ever thought much about him (yes, this man fell for a woman that didn't even know he loved her), she had the image of the little boy teen Shunsui from back at his brother's, her husband's, house.

I don't know, on one hand the lazy low hanging ponytail (limp dick behavior) is a sign this man was slowly already giving up on his appearance, in that his hairstyle hasn't changed much across centuries, all he collects is more facial hair, and a substantial amount of body hair. Does he even cut that hair, let alone style it? He's too lazy to do anything with it so he'll tie it up into a ponytail. And over the years the shorter strands of hair that framed his younger face got longer, which is why the current Shunsui has one long curl at the front but mostly the hairs ties back completely. Which makes me think, the only reason his hair was short at the start of the academy, is cuz his family had him do it but he slowly gave up on grooming or maintaining himself because that is who he is. And especially gave up altogether once the sister in law died, because what woman is left to impress now? On the other hand, he looked worse with short hair, and given how this man was still a twink up to the point of black uniform, it must be that the trauma his sister in law gave him/caused him activated his manwhore genes and that's how Shunsui grew thick. (& with the hairiness and all, almost like a little child who wants to overgrow his body because he wants to be an adult too fast) If we could get this guy's his current look with the working dick of his youth days, maybe it could work.

Also that little facial hair he got going on in panels 1-3 isn't doing much for you Shunsui, just shave it off; grow a beard or don't, you look uncommitted (which again fits his character in that his man can't take burdens or decide). But this transitory stage he was in wasn't it; he should have just cleaned shaved and called it a pretty boy, and maybe his sister in law would have been impressed when he showed up. But this man showed up a mess, even if he showed up looking like 3.

Hey maybe she'll meet you in the Hell Arc, one eye and a couple of holes in your body later. A woman can dream & write... fanfiction.

[slamminslamminmcgill]

saul goodman would fuck you raw and growl in your ear about how he’s gonna put a baby in you and then wake you up with plan b the next day 😮‍💨 what a king

got a quick drabble w/ this idea below

saul goodman x gender neutral (afab) reader

Thank god the office was soundproof.

Thank god the denizens of Albuquerque that packed the waiting room were none the wiser to the debauchery just beyond the door. You had an image to uphold. While your boss had a reputation of being sleazy and gaudy, his clients saw you as a polite, well-tempered paralegal with a bright future ahead of you.

But Saul Goodman saw another side of you. Specifically, your backside as he had you pinned down on his desk and fucked you from behind. What was supposed to be a 15 minute break before walk-ins had turned into over an hour of you two going at it like rabbits. You’d forgotten how many times he’d made you cum already. Not that the exact number mattered anyway; he just liked to see how much he could break you. How far you’d sink into your most base urges. You were pretty far gone this time. Barely being able to shape your thoughts into words. The only sounds that left your mouth were desperate moans and pathetic, nonsensical babbling. Saul didn’t mind doing all the talking. In fact, he loved it.

“Feels good, huh? You like it when I fuck you like an animal? You like it when I stretch this little hole out?” He grabbed your hair pulled you back so he could growl in your ear. “What a good little slut. Tell me you like it.”

Your walls clenched around him when he grabbed you. God, you LOVED getting roughed up. You tried your damndest to tell him. “I-… I.. fu-… fffucking… love it…” was all you managed to string together.

“That’s it. God, you’re so fucking good. I’m gonna fill you up. Gonna cum deep inside you. Doesn’t that sound nice? You want me to breed you, bitch?”

All you could do was nod and sputter out some enthusiastic noises that vaguely sounded like a “yes”.

“There we go. I knew you’d like it. I’m gonna ruin you. Gonna knock up your whore body so everyone knows who fucking owns you.” He spanked your ass until it was bright red and stinging, his other hand keeping a firm lock on your hair. You could tell when he was getting close because he’d start moaning almost as loud as you were. His hips would speed up until he slammed into you one last time, squishing you between himself and the desk. Hot ropes of cum shot into your cunt, so much that you could feel it leaking out before he pulled out. You followed him over the edge soon after.

You both panted heavily as you came down together. You turned your head back to look at him. He was a wreck. His hair was stuck to his forehead and he was dripping with sweat. When his eyes met yours he smiled, and gave you a quick smooch on your lips. He reached over you and pressed the call button on his desk.

“Francesca, send everyone home. I’m closing up. You’ll still get paid the full day, don’t worry.”

—

The next morning, you came in at your usual time. Potential clients were already lining up outside, probably everyone who was sent home yesterday. When you got into his office, Saul was all business.

“Rise and shine, kid! First item on the agenda,” He handed you a glass of water and a morning after pill. “Bottoms up! I don’t wanna be on the hook for child support.”

You rolled your eyes at him, trying to stifle a laugh before you took the pill. Was he cheesy? Yes. Thoughtful? Also yes. Worth it? Fuck yes.

[caramelstarlight]

Hello! First time requesting on your blog so I hope I do it right.

Could I request Zhongli with an s/o who's a sea demon? The two were originally enemies because of reader's immensely powerful control over water and the two would fight for the silliest reasons. But after a bunch of fights, Zhongli began to fall for and eventually they got married but hid their relationship from the public.

People still believed that the two hate each other, so imagine their shocked faces when Zhongli and reader meet up and start kissing while calling each other pet names.

I lost my energy to post the past days so… yes ✅/⭐️.

Love me some gods :) first archon request wooo!!!!!

Gonna make this so we call him by Morax just bc I feel like we would say that until or when In liyue harbor.)

Lovers Hidden in Plain Sight

Zhongli x sea demon reader

Fluff / Angst ~ Hehehhehe…. :D (idk how old yanfei is so she isn’t included, some adepti aren’t included as well. Shenhe and yaoyao aren’t here either)

(SeaGazer and Skybracer are dead, but not in this. Skybracer was the one in lantern rite 1.3 running in the sky and SeaGazer was the bird in 3.4, or well modeled after the bird lantern.)

“Morax!” You said as you saw him eat a bit of your sandwich. Slightly angered at him as he opened his eyes and looked at you.

“Sorry Y/N I was hungry.” He replied as you came closer. You scoffed at him and hit him lightly. The adepti watched you and Zhongli at the picnic.

Xiao was with Ganyu and the other yakshas Seemingly interested by cloud retainer and mountain shaper. The birds entertained the them.

Madam ping and moon carver focused on the wellbeing of the picnic and little gathering. With gouba helping out with them.

You looked at Zhongli with anger. Trying to get your desired sandwich back to which he responded by handing it over and splitting it into two.

You were shocked and take the half he gave you. Staying silent as the kids came up to you. Also wanted some of your sandwich. You gave them the half Zhongli gave you as they all took pieces.

Zhongli noticed this and gouba gave him more food. Handing a full sandwich to you and ate his. SeaGazer and Skybracer focused on keeping everyone safe. Watching from afar to make sure no one would bother the group and ruin the gathering.

The event was enjoyful and would have many more to come in the future. Except the archon war… ending the lives of some of the adepti. Effectively protecting liyue and dieing in honor. -_-_-_-_

Many moons have since passed since the dreadful war. Many thoughts still clouded your mind of the images of fallen soldiers and adepti. You shaked your head clearing it out of the memories. Making your way to one of the restaurants you had a reservation for.

Seeing as Zhongli was waiting for you. Both of you went inside and enjoyed your lunch. Going out and playfully fighting. Many were puzzled. Weren’t you and Morax enemies? Staying close to Zhongli on a bench you kissed and called him a pet name with him doing the same back.

Many were confused as you got bombarded with questions. Answering as many as you could before rushing off somewhere with him. “Too much people for my liking it was like a crowd.” You said as you arrived to the spot.

“It’s understandable. Would you like some tea and to go take a stroll?” “Yeah! We can go tomorrow.” You said with a smile and dangled your feet. “Why are you so dedicated to hiding your archon form?” Asking him in a whisper. “Well they think I died remember?” “I wasnt there.”

“Oh.” You both said to eachother and laughed. Looking at the view ahead of you both. Watching the cranes fly and animals move around was relaxing.

[stardancerluv]

A Time to Love and to Fight

Part Twenty - Seven

Summary: Choppy seas ensue for Enjolras and his girl.

Notes/Warnings: Very angsty. Mentions of un-aliving. A view on soldiers during the French Revolution. Mourning.

Thank you for reading! ❤️s & reblogs are always welcome. Feedback is also very…very welcome!

The following week misery took a hold of the ship and its passengers. The ocean as the captain had promised became choppy as they grew closer and closer to England. You nor Enjolras went to the top deck, the two of you barely left your cabin.

You remained huddled in the corner, shaking in Enjolras arms. Visions of your father plagued you. Your heart had to wonder. Had the ocean been this violent when his ship went down. Had there been pirates.

Your mind filled your thoughts with horrible images. He would be grasping at empty air as he struggled reaching for life. Other moments were pure nonsense since it played on you not being able to pull him back to safety aboard the boat. And yet, tears still fell from your eyes.

You’d fall asleep against Enjolras in pure exhaustion from crying and fear. The boat continued to creak and moan from the onslaught of the ocean. It would go up and down with the waves.

Huddled in the corner, you held onto each other. Enjolras, did venture out of the cabin a handful of times to grab a slab of cheese or dried meat. Once he had even found and tore off some dry bread for the two of you. He’d insist on you eating before he would allow any of it to his lips. The days passed, how many you didn’t know.

******

He sat there holding you, his chin resting gently on the top of your head. Grateful for the candle light. This was better then being shot to death in an ally. He knew in his heart that would have been his fate if you had not stumbled into his life. If he had not taken your hand and ran with you; it would have been yours too.

Those animals would never have thought twice about it. Blindly loyal; not realizing their disposal bodies for people who doesn’t even know their names. His jaw tightened in his anger.

“Father, father I can’t…” You softly whimper muffled against his coat. Moving a little against him in your sleep.

“It’s only a night terror love.” He said softly and held you tighter.

You made another incoherent whimper, before stilling against him once again.

******

Blinking, everything felt different. It made him wake up. Gently, he rose and opened the door to their cabin. Hoping to hear something.

One of the ship’s mates walked past, a pleased expression was splashed on his worn and lined face. He stopped seeing him. He bowed slightly.

He waved off the gesture.

The man smiled pleased. “Mousier, we have finally reached calmer waters. Should reach England, in a mere day or two. No more then that.”

“Fantastic news.”

“Yes, tonight we will toast to the sea gods.”

“Most definitely.”

They shared a nod and the man continued on his way.

Turning, he smiled seeing you rousing. He came and sat beside you. He brushed some hair from your eyes.

He smiled as you looked up at him. “We have reached calmer waters, let us go up to the top deck for fresh breezes.”

“Yes.”

********

The wooden crates gave a comforting stability in the too deck. Oddly, it reminded him of the day they had first built the barricade.

“I never thought we’d see the day.” You shifted under your scarf.

“I agree. Those rough waters felt like an eternity.” He paused, his heart began to pound. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Oh? What?”

Soon he climbed and clung to more crates and barrels, until he reached a higher place.

“Be careful.” You called out.

“I am. My hand is good.”

He opened and closed his now scared hand.

“Alright, my love.”

It was strong as it has ever been. Making sure it was stable he stood atop two crates. Shielding his eyes, he looked at the shadow that had caught his eye. A large smile cracked his face. “Mon amour, I do declare. I believe I see England!”

“Oh truly?” You stood and looked in the direction he did.

“Yes, that shadow on the horizon,” He pointe. “It must be.” Spotting a clear spot beside you, he jumped down. He felt amazing. They had made it. “It is my love. Our new life will soon upon us.”

You stood and closed the short distance between the two of you. A soft came from him as braced himself in your excitement. Blinking in the bright light of the sun you smiled up at Enjolras.

“We made it.”

His arms tightened. “We certainly did.” He made a prayer in his heart to thank Lachesis for once again bring the two of you together.

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[twstbookclub]

Hello ! I just read the spins with silver and I cannot tell you how heartwarming it was, if I had to rate 1-10 about how melted my heart it I'd rate it 10/10 HAHAH

If it's okay with the admins, I'd like to request a Silver x GN!Reader where the special moments between them are Silver's most precious memories ! (aka: their first date, first kiss, etc.) it doesn't even have to be the major stuff, it can be the small things in life that he appreciates (maybe reader brewing him a coffee everyday, or him noticing reader's little doodles on his notes and helping him finish them when he accidentally dozes off, etc.)

(this is my first time requesting so please point out any mistakes i did when requesting !)

don't forget to take as much time as y'all's need, as well as prioritizing y'all's health first !!

thank you so much ! :DD

Recaptured Paradise

Summary: Silver takes time to himself to reminisce about the past that lead up to the romance story you both shared now. POV: 2nd Pronouns: Gender Neutral Admin/Writer: Kai⚔️ Tags: Silver, Fluff, Romance, Looking at the past, First memories, Silver looks at the past

Word count: 2,463

A/N: Hello our lovely readers!!! I was very excited to write our first ever request!! I do apologize since it did take a very long time but we did have other projects being done at the same time and there are life events currently, but regardless of that I hope you all enjoy!!!

Silver sat on the couch in the small apartment home that you both shared for a few years now, trying to keep himself awake as he searched through the internet quietly. He was looking for a gift for his partner in marriage, you.

He would take occasional glances at your resting body that used his shoulder as your pillow. "My sleeping beauty," he said quietly to himself with a gentle smile, and his eyes drifted from you to your hand. The ring on your finger twinkled in the moonlight that shone through the windows.

He suddenly started reminiscing when his eyes wandered and landed on your lips, instinctively making him leave a kiss on your head as you slept.

He couldn't help but look back at a few memories. "How did we get here?" He thought, then sat back to remember moments of years past.

The image of your genuine expression when you asked him on a date to the arcade shocked him at the time. Though, it was his fault since he mentioned that he wished to experience something new despite his busy schedule.

"Why don't I take you to an arcade?" He remembered that day as if it was only a few months back. The moment he agreed, your eyes lit up and looked like they held an entire galaxy in them.

"Honestly, I was hoping you'd say yes. I've been wanting to ask you on a date for a while!" Your words caused the entire world to stop, because little did you know at that time, he also wanted to ask you. Though, he never knew how.

You both had met the following day. As both of you ran out of class and down the hall to meet at the courtyard, every student watched, confused as to what was happening. That part didn't matter to either of you. 

Meeting under a tree and staring into each other's eyes felt magical. Straight out of a fairy tale book. You were both laughing at how out of breath you two were from running, and knowing that you had the same idea made the atmosphere sweeter before it even started.

From showing Silver tons of games inside of the arcade building to him winning a stuffed animal out of a crane game, he truly experienced something different that day.

The date was followed by a short walk in the park to watch the sunset. You had insisted on it. It was worth it, because it gave him the chance to confess how fond he was for you.

He still vividly remembers how flustered you were from his sudden confession. He continued to ramble about how surprised he was that he didn't fall asleep halfway through. It was all because he was nervous after pouring unknown emotions out to you the best he could.

Silver smiled to himself at the memory. He couldn't help but remember how you two shared your first kiss.

You snuck out to see him as he patrolled around the Diasomnia grounds late at night. That day, you were convinced to confess your feelings to him, since you were so confused about whether he felt the same for you or not.

He tried to escort you back to the dorm so you weren't caught. You were stubborn enough to stay, but it was so worth it.

"No! I won't go home! I want you to hear what I have to say!"

"Prefect, please–"

"I like you! I have feelings for you! Even before the first date we ever had together! I have to say it now, or I'd give up trying any moment after…"

Those words had shocked him to his core. Deep down, he was so happy to hear them. His facial expression stayed blank as he was overwhelmed with emotion at your words. 

Nonetheless, you had continued, but he was determined to hear it in the morning. Instead, he wanted to send you home. You didn't listen at all though.

"I know you might not like me back, but-" 

Silver had cut you off by giving into his own temptation. His lips were so gently placed on yours, clueless on what to do next. He hoped to get you home, so it was easier to do that in a place where he knew people couldn't catch him.

You were utterly shocked, and you didn't know how else to react. The boy you fell for back during the Spelldrive Tournament was there, and he returned your feelings.

The kiss felt too quick. After Silver broke it off, you could say he was an absolutely flustered mess. You were too, so it felt like a perfect accidental moment.

After that day, that's when you two began dating. Funny enough, neither you nor him asked each other to make it official. Diasomnia students had seen you and Silver that night, and talked about it immediately. Word had spread around like wildfire.

Neither of you complained though, and neither of you noticed until later.

It took everything in Silver not to chuckle at the memory, holding back a laugh at how silly you both were back at the NRC.

Right after that, Silver started to remember the day you graduated. He was nervous around you, but he had a reason. They'd thrown you all a party to celebrate, but all he'd wanted that day was to spend it with you.

Lilia had helped him get a pretty hefty gift for the two of you a few months prior, and he was excited to take you there. The party didn't end until late at night, but he was still focused on showing you this gift since the longer he waited, the more nervous he got.

He'd taken you to an unknown building in a small city near Briar Valley. To your surprise, that building had the apartment you both lived in now.

At that time, the small home was empty, but it had so much potential to hold so many memories for the both of you, as long as you accepted it.

"Silver, what is this place?" 

You were so confused as to why he brought you to an empty apartment, but it was insane to you that night. He let you roam around the place, and by the time you ventured around the last room, you found him on a knee in the middle of the living room. The same spot where he’d sit at the moment of reminiscing. 

“I know that this is sudden and rushed and not as romantic as I hoped, but I don’t think that I can let another second slip by without doing this.” 

Silver was nervous. Your expression then was pure surprise as he continued his speech.

“When I first met you, I only knew loyalty to the only family I knew and had. I was stuck in a constant loop of the same daily routine. The day you asked me out to the arcade, my whole worldview changed, and before I knew it, my loyalty extended to you.”

Silver paused as you had only listened to him. Your body had fallen onto the floor in front of him. Your heart felt heavy as there was a small lump in your throat at that moment.

“I realized that all of my thoughts had been overrun by you, by us. When I’m with you, you keep me awake, and are part of the chain that keeps me tethered to reality. I don’t think life could be the same if it’s not with you. No…”

Silver paused as he took a ring from his pocket, but your reaction to seeing it made his heart race through the entire moment. He knew what ring it was all too well, but you had only a brief understanding of it. He mentioned that the ring had been with him since birth, but that was all. Now, he was proposing with that same ring.

“It wouldn’t be life if every waking moment is not with you accompanied by my side. Not when I’ve grown to love you more than words can say in the past few years. So…”

Silver had called your full name before continuing, his free hand had taken your left hand into his own and held on tightly. He remembered how shaky his voice was by the end of his emotional outburst from the moment.

“Will you do me the honor of letting me be your partner, my spouse, even after death draws our final breaths?”

He let out a sigh of relief as he finished his words. He could only stare at you in anticipation. Your eyes felt teary at all of his words striking your heart in such a warm manner. You smiled at him as you gently squeezed his hand in the empty apartment.

Silver got distracted as you shifted around in your sleep before he could finish the memory. He fixed the blanket on your body when his eyes landed on the door, another memory coming up to him.

This one was the day you both had finally moved into that apartment. Silver helped bring in heavier furniture with the help of Jack and Sebek, even though Sebek was mostly yelling orders to the other two to get everything done a certain way. 

Ace and Deuce were helping take items out of boxes and asking you what rooms they belonged in. Your job was to clean up the place and make sure that nothing went to chaos along with Epel. 

That same day, everything had been moved into the right rooms, the only place set up being the living room. They had agreed to go out to eat since it was still pretty unorganized in their new shared home. 

Afterwards, they’d come back to the door and open it when Silver suddenly scooped you up and carried you inside bridal style. It surprised you as you weren’t married yet, but you could only hold onto him as the sensation was making you laugh at the time.

You two didn't share a room as he felt it wrong to sleep in the same bed regardless of being in a relationship and under the same roof, but it didn't bother you either.

After that moment though, he would leave you on your bed but you didn't let him go. No one had slept by themselves that night, well… not really slept at all. 

Silver snapped back to reality as he felt a small blush come up to his cheeks from the flashbacks. He looked around the room as his eyes stopped on the few pictures that hung up on the wall. Specifically, the one of your wedding day.

The smile on his face was so full of love and genuine care as the memory of the day played in his head, and his arm wrapped around you, gently bringing you closer.

He'd been a nervous wreck that whole day, and you'd been worried that something would ruin it. Though the wedding was small, it was fun for everyone invited. Sebek and Jack were crying together which made you and Silver laugh mid reception.

An afterparty held by all your close friends to celebrate was a big moment for the two of you. They all congratulated your marriage as Jade, Floyd, Leona, and Riddle had become like protective brothers towards you, telling Silver to take care of you more than he already had.

Everyone was great and made the party a night to remember. Once it was over, they all sent you on your way and took care of everything else, giving time for yourselves as they were all ready to say goodbye.

For a so-called "honeymoon", Silver had taken you on a horseback ride through the forest behind NRC, of course with permission from Crowley. The night was so sweet that it felt as if it happened only a few weeks ago.

Since then, the marriage life between the two of you felt just right. You helped make the small place a true home, while he supported you through everything. 

Silver was so in love, and you equally. He stopped his daydreaming when you slowly opened your eyes from your slumber, sitting up and looking around.

"Morning, sleepyhead." Silver said as he gently patted your head, messing up your ready tangled bedhead.

"Sleepyhead…? Right back at you…" You responded with some tiredness behind your voice, adjusting to the moment. "What were you doing while I was asleep?"

Silver smiled with a small chuckle, and took a glance at the ring on your finger. "Nothing much, just looking back at some things from the past."

Your eyebrow raised in confusion but you shook it off, using his shoulder as a pillow again. Silver wrapped his arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer to him.

Him mentioning the past made you reminisce as well. This warm embrace of his made you remember other times.

Running through the forest to lay in a quiet spot after and watching the clouds move. Making him a cup of coffee in the morning to get him through at least the morning. You made their home a true home.

Your moment was interrupted as a sound was heard from another room. Your old room since you moved into Silver's once you both began sharing a name.

"Seems like duty calls, doesn't it?" Silver said as he looked at the open door then at you, letting go of your body to rise up from the couch.

"It never will." You responded and got up after him with a big smile, heading off to the room while holding his hand. He followed behind, squeezing your hand out of excitement.

The bassinet in the middle of the room moved slightly as small, happy noises were made. Once seeing your faces, a giggle was heard as Silver took the baby into his hands. He made silly faces and sweet coo's to the little one, getting happy and loud reactions which made him laugh in return.

You watched while leaning at the wall nearby. The sight of Silver being a father was one you loved seeing everyday, and you were happy with all that happened so far.

Your actions stopped as you caught him looking at you, a cheery smile on his face as he said the words "I love you!" in a sweet voice as if he was speaking as his child.

You laughed and stepped closer, taking the baby into your arms and kissing Silver on his cheek as a thanks. "And I love you too." Silver said, making you freeze in place. 

You smiled and leaned onto Silver as he wrapped his arms around you, placing a soft kiss on your head.

"I love you both."

[officialinuyasha]

Yashahime Manga Volume 1 - Bonus Interview with Rumiko Takahashi and Takashi Shiina

The long-awaited interview with Rumiko Takahashi, legendary creator of Inuyasha, and Takashi Shiina, who pens Yashahime! You've mentioned before that when it was announced that the Yashahime anime would be adapted into a manga, you exclaimed, "I want to draw it!"

Shiina: One of the manga I drew before Psychic Squad was an adaptation of Ultraman Nexus. It was fairly popular, so I started getting offers to turn other anime into manga. Among them was Kidou Shinsengumi Moeyo Ken, which featured character designs by Rumiko Takahashi. I see. Shiina: I really wanted to do it, but I was about to start work on Psychic Squad, so I had to turn the project down. But the idea of working on something with Takahashi stuck with me. I kept thinking how much fun it would be to draw manga based on her characters, and I regretted the missed opportunity. Fortunately, I heard about the development of Yashahime just as Psychic Squad was ending. I thought to myself, "Well, if the timing is right, I'd love to do that!" So, 17 years later, my dream of drawing Takahashi's characters in a manga has come true. Takahashi: When I first heard that [Shiina wanted the job] shortly after the anime started airing, I thought, "Are you kidding me? You must be pulling my leg!" When his name came up in conversation three more times, I realized the editors were serious. I thought it would be amazing to have Shiina work on Yashahime, so I gave them the go-ahead.

What were your thoughts after reading his first chapter of Yashahime?

Takahashi: It was so much fun! He highlights the characters so well. He uses Towa's signature glare to define her personality. Setsuna's glare is even fiercer. And the fiercest of all is their father Sesshomaru's glare. What a great technique. Also, the slightly elongated way he draws Towa and Setsuna is just right. I thought to myself, "That's exactly what Sesshomaru's daughters would look like!" The reactions of the Higurashi family are well thought-out too. Of course, Shiina is a seasoned manga artist, so it's no surprise. It was really fun to read.

^ Towa's otherworldly glare Shiina: I'm kind of like Takahashi's apprentice… though I've never studied under her. (laughs)

I'm sure there was discussion about the art. Can you talk about how you view each other's approach to manga?

Shiina: Takahashi's art is impossible to reproduce. You can come close, but it's still a copy and a fake. I was worried that readers would get distracted by the disconnect between our drawing styles and have trouble getting into the story. So I approached it as what would happen if a Takahashi character came into my world. For example, her version of Towa is cuter and feels younger. With my approach, Towa expresses emotion the most when her eyes are downcast. I added extra volume to her bangs so I could use them to hide her eyes. On the other hand, I want the characters to remain recognizable. I'm always trying to strike a balance. Takahashi: I think it's better that Shiina is drawing it in his style. It enables me to come to it as a reader. The designs are similar but definitely not clones. The glimpses of Inuyasha and Kagome in the past are drawn very well. I really like the Kagome in the picture frame. She has a soft, grounded look.

^ This image of Kagome is one of Takahashi's favorites. Shiina: (laughs) Takahashi: I enjoy following the manga as just a reader. When this project was announced, Takahashi was quoted as saying, "I'm looking forward to the chilling beauty of Sesshomaru." Did you set any rules for Shiina when it came to drawing Inuyasha's brother? Takahashi: I think the only note I sent him was, "Sesshomaru never gets nervous flop sweat." He's an aloof, solitary character. I knew Shiina would be able to capture that, but manga artists have a tendency to draw panic and flop sweat to create drama. Shiina: Yes, yes. We do. Takahashi: But that was about it. I knew Shiina's drawings would be great. I made the "chilling beauty" comment knowing he'd understand what I meant. Shiina: (laughs)

What did you think after seeing the finished art? Takahashi: It was just as I expected Shiina's work to be. It was good. Shiina: Thank you very much.

Shiina, how did you handle drawing Sesshomaru?

Shiina: I thought about how to direct the characters more than how to draw them. Sesshomaru doesn't open up much, but he has to share enough of himself for us to understand his perspective. He's facing his own challenges. His personal convictions and aesthetic are always in conflict with his reality. But would he talk about that with anyone? No. So the challenge is to find ways for him to express himself through his actions.

Compared to the characters you created in your original manga, like Ghost Sweeper Mikami and Psychic Squad, is it harder to figure out how they would behave and what they would say?

Shiina: Absolutely. I try to draw the three girls as if they're my own daughters and add a little bit of myself to them. Inuyasha and Kagome have open, lighthearted personalities, so it's easier to figure out what they'd say or do in a situation. With Sesshomaru, I can guess what he's feeling, but it's difficult to imagine how he would reveal that. He's a tough character to understand.

^ Sesshomaru's chilling beauty, as drawn by Shiina What do you have to consider when adapting an anime into manga? Shiina: I think it's fine for the adaptation to be different from the original. In fact, there are things that have to change. My intention is to keep the themes of the story in alignment with both the original work and my own perspective. I'm not trying to create a copy of Takahashi's work, but to build something new on the foundations she's created. I'm finding where her artistic sensibilities and mine intersect…or something like that. I look for points in the story where the manga and anime can connect so they don't diverge too much.

What do you mean by "artistic sensibilities"?

Shiina: For example, before Takahashi became a professional manga artist, she absorbed the works of creators like Kazumasa Hirai, Daijiro Moroboshi, and Yasutaka Tsutsui. I also love their work, so I think about how that commonality between us connects to Yashahime. When I'm reading her work, I try to imagine her intentions.

What do you focus on when you draw the monsters and demons?

Shiina: I'm a geeky guy, so I love to draw cool-looking monsters. But reading Inuyasha and Takahashi's other manga, I realize it's not all about the battles. She puts focus and weight on the emotional impression of the monster and the reactions of the character fighting it. Instead of anime-style cool, her monsters have a raw feeling, like they've emerged from the shadows of folklore. Takahashi: Except my drawings aren't as scary. Shiina: They are! Takahashi: I just hope they're scary enough. I'm careful not to make them look silly, I guess. I do use the human characters' reactions to sell the idea of how terrifying they are. I also use darkness and visceral effects to further build the scene. But I don't really think deeply about it as I'm drawing. It's just fun to draw monsters!

^ Takahashi's monsters and people reacting to them. These reactions are crucial to the tone. Shiina: The other day, when I was drawing the un-mothers, I also drew little kanashibari, demons said to cause sleep paralysis, which have appeared in Inuyasha. They're super fun to draw. I love the stippling on their bodies, their big eyes and squiggly eyebrows, the way it's impossible to tell what they're thinking. They wear odd cloaks over their shoulders. I kept thinking, "Why do these guys dress like that?" and, "I wonder what they're thinking right now." It was exciting.

Takahashi: I agree. I like the smaller, animal-like demons that look like they could be scuttling around in hell. They're creepy to look at. And I like their cute pot bellies. Shina: Yes, exactly. Maybe it didn't make sense to put them with the un-mothers. But they added visual appeal and an otherworldly atmosphere, so I felt they needed to be there. In my imagination, Sesshomaru originally summoned them to defeat Inuyasha, but afterwards they continued to work for him, and they still take on special assignments. (laughs) And that's why I drew them into the scene. Takahashi: That's so fun.

^ Some of Shiina's favorite demons When it comes to character design, what's your approach? Shiina: If I try to plan a character design in my head, I get confused. Like, I'll want a character to look flashy, but then start asking myself, "Why flashy? And will that relate to their personality or be confusing?" I approach character design from the inside out, developing an appearance that suits their personality. That's the only way I know how to do it so the characters are the right ones to tell the story I want to write. Takahashi: First I think up the plot and setting. Then I think about what characters would fit into that world. That's when I start drawing, but I redraw them over and over before I'm satisfied. Shiina: (laughs) Takahashi: The smallest adjustments in a design, like how their hair curls, or their eyes, or their glasses, make a character look completely different. I feel like I just have to keep drawing until the character design settles into the story.

Takahashi, you designed the three main girls in Yashahime. How did you go about that?

Takahashi: Sumisawa, the writer of the anime, told me that Towa was the "white Sesshomaru" and Setsuna was the "black Sesshomaru." Moroha is the daughter of Inuyasha and Kagome, so I didn't put much thought into her at all. I just drew her so that she unquestionably looked like their daughter.

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flufftober day 1, lost Pet Meet Cute

first time posting flufftober on tumblr ToT, can be read on ao3 under fundmydeath, that's my user :D

pairing: gradient sans/angst sans

gradient wasn't exactly overjoyed at the moment, he had trusted his older sibling pj to watch over his black cat meowmers and pj lost his cat.

how did he lose it?? he left gradients bedroom window open to air out the house. and instead of just shutting the bedroom door and making sure the cat wasn't in there pj just left the door open.so gradient was putting up posters and putting things online as well to see if anyone had seen or even had his cat. it was stressing him out, his own dads couldn't even calm him down and ink could always do that, fresh not so much. error couldn't even help because he was with his spouses at a scientist thing in Germany. that didn't mean error wasn't harassing his friends to force their kids to help gradient, it was known gradient was errors favorite.

so sitting in his living room being forced to take a break by palette gradient heard his phone go off, getting up and grabbing it he saw a text from an unknown number.

unknown: hello this is angst, my mother nightmare is friends with your father error. I've come across the cat you are looking for, I will send an image shortly.

okay, nightmare, gradient wasn't very familiar with her but he knew she was dreams twin sister and was dating swap and ccino, and swap was inks best friend so. gradients phone went off again.

unknown: [image_cat]

unknown: this is your cat correct?

gradient could cry right now

me: yes! it is, thank you so much! do you want me to go over and pick her up? or would you want to come to my house?

unknown: I'll go to you

me: okay! this is my address xxxxxx

unknown: you don't live far from me, I will be there in 25 minutes

gradient quickly put his phone down and ran into the kitchen where pj and palette were. both looking up at gradient when he almost ran into the wall.

“what-”

“MEOWMERS WAS FOUND”

gradient quickly cut off whatever pj was trying to say and threw his hands up in the air. palette immediately started jumping up and down while pj made he way over to gradient and patted his back.

“that's good”

“thank God I thought I was going crazy”

palette also fell over from jumping and pj rushed over to him

“damnit pal”

“sorry sorry!! just so happy!!”

while the three of them finished up talking the doorbell was rung letting out an annoying bird squawk, causing gradients brothers to look at him.

“what the fuck is that doorbell”

“my emotional support doorbell”

gradient stood up and walked over to the door, fixing his green hoodie to look semi presentable.

he opened the door and had to stop himself from slamming it in the person's face, he was so pretty, he had dark brown skin with dyed black-purple hair that was pulled into a braid with multiple smaller braids making up the big braid. he wore a light purple silk button up shirt (who owned stuff like that??) with black slacks and black dress shoes.

the guy held a hand and gradient got the memo to shake his hand, quickly doing it and pulling his hand back.

“Uh, I'm gradient! thank you so so much for finding my cat”

the guy shook his head, angst he said his name was angst when texting you, remember that, don't be like dad.

“it was nothing, she is very well behaved”

angst held out a cat carrier and meowmers was just inside sleeping her little life away.

“didn't even put up a fuss going in the carrier”

gradient took the carrier and smiled brightly at angst

“she's a emotional support animal, plus she helps with my eyes sometimes because I deal with episodes of blurry vision!”

angst gave a nod of his head

“that explains it, it was nice meeting you gradient, I do hope you will keep in contact with me, you make for a wonderful conversation partner”

gradient felt like his face was on fire, God if you are out there strike him down!

“o-of course!”

angst gave another swift nod of his head and walked off, gradient quickly shut the door and slid to the floor.

oh my god,, that was horrible.

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prompt by: @flufftober