#amime x you

[pfpanimes]

⌕ chainsaw man · aki hayakawa.

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[xxtc-96xx]

So I remember you mentioned saying you haven't seen much of the XY amime, but do you have any opinions on the Ash x Serena (Amourshipping) ship?

I'm about to hurt more feelings because I do not care for it XD I think a combination of exhaustion that people throw every single side character at Ash hoping for a couple, Serena being another boring one who just wants to do pokemon contests and in her case...she seems kind of obsessive with him when it seemed evident that it would always be one sided considering Ash doesn't seem like he's that hung up on her after XY

...also considering its Ash and I don't see him being in a relationship lol also people keep telling me to bring Serena into the series for the ship and I've grown a resentment towards it now XD

[v3nusxsky]

Hello darling how is your day?

Could you maybe do this for me, had gotten this idea from a lady leonora lesso x y/n on tiktok. How about they just started dating not so long ago and y/n is still very nervous. Anyways she was in the middle of her class teaching ( don't know potions class) any whos leonora walks in to just come see her, so now y/ns brain went a fizz cause she's holding a bunny foot for her potion but can't get the name out.

That a be cute

Flustered Love?

*Authors note~this is super cute Drabble and  I need to find this video now*

Trigger warnings~fluff?

Prompt~ see ask^^^

You loved your job, teaching at the school for good and evil was a pleasure, especially since the merger which meant you got to teach both sets of students. That one fact meaning you could explore a wider range of potions. As someone who never felt they fit into either of the categories, it was pure heaven for you.

The merger also meant you dealt with both the Deans, one of which you have a secret crush on and can't seem to be around her without turning into a bright pink stuttering mess. You knew you'd have observations today for your teaching, both deans were sharing the classes to get them all done. You couldn't help but wish for Clarissa, if Leonora had you, you were sure you'd mess it up somehow. But we luck would have it, you saw the fiery red curls enter your class accompanied by the clicking of her infamous cane.

"So guys, you see this foot is here the foot of what amimal?" You asked your class watching their puzzled faces as you held up a furless bunny's foot. "Come on Nevers, surly you know what miss Y\N is holding here?" Leonora purred causing you to flush bright red. Here you stood in front of your crush holding a rabbits foot, half way through teaching the Nevers how to brew a mind control potion. "No? Guys it's a rabbits foot. So you need to add that to the brew before adding the slither of brain. You directed them while stirring your own brew. "Now who can tell me how long this potion would remain in affect?"

You watched as the students argued over the answer and how Leonora was watching you with rapt attention. "Sweetheart?" She purred coming to stand behind you, "I think you should put the rabbits foot down darling" she murmured dangerously close to your neck. With a shaky breath you did just that and accidentally leant back against the woman. "Oh you are just so adorable sweetheart, come to my office at the end of the day and we will see how long that beautiful blush of yours lasts. There's no need to by shy sweetling" she murmured before removing herself from your personal space as if nothing had occurred and left the room, leaving you all flustered to continue the lesson.

Word count~ 511

[nataliesnews]

to Zianda, Warren, Amy, Ros, Arthur, Jayna, me, Shirley, Charles, Daniel, Daphne, Glenn, Kelly

I know this letter is very confused but so am I . I swing between hatred and pity. My arm is better and I only have a plaster  on it but I woke up this morning with 38 temperature of 38 which has never happened to me. I spent most of the day sleeping. But I want to get this letter out. The only  thing I am sure of in my life is that I would like to see Netanyahu and his family suffering as they have made us suffer.   Hamas.....may they and Netanyahu fry in hell. But I loathe him more than Hamas. 

So here it comes out in drips and drabs and thenI am going to lie down again

One of the hostages, recently released from Gaza, revealed on Wednesday that he was held for nearly 50 days in an attic by a teacher from the United Nations Relief and Works Agency for Palestine Refugees in the Near East (UNRWA).

The story was published on X by Channel 13 journalist Almog Boker.

The hostage also said that the teacher who held him captive was a father of 10 children. He had barely been provided food or medical attention, and was locked away by the teacher, he said.

Together with this article you can understand how people are going through hell and one wonders if they will ever know the full truth. It also makes one wonder if this is why Hamas keeps on insisting that they do not know where people are. And just who these people are who work for the United Nations as there was also a man who wrote that he had been imprisoned by a doctor. |On the other hand if they were released then obviously Hamas knew where they were. It is like these horror stories one reads. Nearly two months after Oct. 7, for many Israelis, fate of relatives still a mystery

Israelis and  Palestinians ,women make peace gathered under the Rossing Institution send out food parcels to Palestinians of East Jerusalem...Why/? It was a rather chaotic situation and will have to be organized better next time but we managed. We gathered in an apartment and somehow in the middle of all the confusion managed to pack about 80 boxes of dry goods for families in need. It was organized by three groups, the Rossing organization, Women make peace,  and Kulna which means all of us and is again Jews and Arabs. We packed about 70 boxes and' what was rather cute was that, if there were children in a family, they were given colourful boxes of cereal. All this from contributions.  But the sad thing was that the next day there was a terrorist attack with three people dead. I find myself going from one extreme to the other.

But just now I got this from my friend, Mofida in Hebron and I know I have to hang on to my humanity. These are such basic foods. The Baskins and I sent her money through  a woman I met at the  Combatants. A photo like this and I know I have to help wherever I can.

Check Google for " Ir Amim's response to the deteriorating situation in East Jerusalem"

But against that is also the problem of what is going to happen to our own economy. At a time when so many Israelis are no longer working and the government is now dishing out money to the unworking ultra orthodox I can see us opening up soup kitchens. So it is no wonder that there are such caricatures.

. I can no longer wear my shirt which I had made as some of the children have been returned. And I again think that we should say, if you do not give us our captured people back, we will not send humanitarian aid to Gaza. If Hamas does not care what happens to them, do we really have to care for their people more than for ours. I look at some of the women who have been returned and the light seems to have gone out of their eyes. We will never know what happened to them . . My head goes round and round. And then two friends sent me this article by Thomas Friedman and this really spoke to me. 

"Israel should call for a permanent cease-fire that would be followed by an immediate Israeli withdrawal of all military forces in Gaza on the condition that Hamas return all the hostages it has left, civilians and military, and any dead. But Hamas would get no Palestinian prisoners in return. Just a clean deal — Israeli withdrawal and a permanent cease-fire in return for the 130-plus Israeli hostages".

Only thing is I can't see Hamas agreeing .....and even that will not be enough for the world to see who these animals are. I was with Gershon Baskin and family last night for supper. I asked what will happen with the rest of the hostages and he said that the main problem would be the soldiers. I don't see how we can just leave them there and then I ask myself if we will ever see the others alive. As it is we already have  heard of four who have been killed  in captivity. 

https://www.nytimes.com/2023/12/01/opinion/israel-gaza-ceasefire.html?unlocked_article_code=1.C00.Un2O.h1MbXfDlnsAU&smid=nytcore-ios-share&referringSource=articleShare This Is the 9/11 Lesson That Israel Needs to Learn

I wish he were our prime minister instead of ... I find it so hard to write, prime minister, about a prime piece of garbage. 

.

Thanks to friendly fire and the quick finger on the trigger a civilian has been killed ....he put his hands up but they had to shoot him dead as they do with anyone who they think is an Arab. So obvious that this would happen with every Moshe, Joseph and settler  being given a rifle. They could not shoot for the arm or the leg. No, They know that even when a "mistake" is made,  they will not be accounted for. It just shows how any Arab can be murdered at the whim of any soldier and as I always say, what happens in the occupied area is now happening here. And Netanyahu showed his usual sensitivity. He said that these things happen, that's life....can you believe it .  Now it has become a terrible tragedy. 

Facing public backlash, Netanyahu speaks to father of hero civilian killed by soldier

PM calls for investigation into death of Yuval Castleman, who was shot after taking out terrorists, calls incident a 'terrible tragedy' after previously saying only 'that's life'

https://www.timesofisrael.com/facing-public-backlash-netanyahu-speaks-to-father-of-civilian-killed-by-soldier/   ·

The tragic death of the hero attorney Yuval Doron Castleman is not a report, it is a terrible result of a bad culture fueled by populist and extremist politicians and an irresponsible media. , Let's start with the details, the two terrorists were eliminated in the attack by Castleman and a Golani patrol fighter who was on the scene within 28 seconds thanks to their courage. After that two other fighters wound the Golani patrol fighter in his hand and shot towards Castleman. It is difficult to judge their initial mistake in identification, it is an explosive event, but where does the problem lie? , In the published video, you can see how Castleman drops to his knees, puts down his weapon, takes off his jacket to remove fear of an explosive device, raises his hands and begs for his life. That doesn't stop the two fighters from shooting him anyway. Probably because they were educated that it is necessary to do a field trial, to get as many "X's" as possible, as the fighter said in his own language in an interview with Channel 14, or as Yanon Magal asked him yesterday: "Did you do a homicide investigation?" And here is the price of the opening fire instructions campaign, the life of a heroic citizen who saved human life and paid his due due to negligence and extremism. The opening instructions by fire, they were indeed written in blood, and now also in Castleman's blood. , For now, the IDF has decided not to interrogate the soldiers. It is not clear why and how. Yuval worked as a lawyer at the Civil Service Commission, today he was supposed to celebrate his birthday. Sending my condolences to his family. Of blessed  Karin Elhrer

Relative of freed captives say Hamas branded child hostages in case they escaped.....(Memories of the Holocaust. 

Aunt says veterinarian operated on captive niece's arm; hostages survived on 'minimal food'; doctor says returning captives had 'undergone hardship, physically and mentally'

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[builder051]

The amazing alphabet returns!

This volume IV..? Maybe volume V…? I very much enjoy this game (today’s replies may be slightly delayed; ya boy has a headache, and I must be better by evening for ballet class).

:)I still want to play a little, though. The game procedure is you send me an ask with a letter of your choice, and I’ll answer with an anecdote and/or personal perspective

A is for amimals

B is for business

C is for cover

D is for drummer

E is for escapade

F is for final challenge

G is for guitarist

H is for history

I is for incompetent

J is for jokes

K is for kin

L is for life-hack

M is for mistake

O is for obsession

P is for paranormalv

Q if for queen

R is for riff

S is for sick

T is for time

U is for university

V is for volunteering

W is for why???

X is for ex- (up to you to determine)

Y is for yes!!!

Z is for zoo

[liyawritesss]

I think I've concluded that Shinsou is my MHA comfort character....

As if that wasn't evident enough when as soon as I saw him I was sparked to make an oc

I'm scared by how much this says about me 😭😭🤣🤣

[empyreanwritings]

A/N: this is entirely self-indulgent, i'm just letting y'all know right now. i needed this so i wrote it for myself x

Nat coming home to a quiet house always made her stomach twist. Even if you weren't somewhere causing trouble, usually the amimals would greet her. But today the house was still when she got home from work, and she knew it wasn't good.

She found you curled up in bed, Ros at your feet and the little fuzzball laying on her pillow. The blankets were pulled over your head and all of the curtains were closed; the only light source in the room came from the television. Jersey Shore playing meant this wasn't just a down day, it was one of your worst ones.

"Kitten," she whispered as she sat on the spot next to you. "Have you eaten?"

Your reply was muffled by the blanket, and she gently tugged it down so she could hear you properly.

"What was that?"

"I'm not hungry."

She sighed and brushed her fingers along the side of your face. "I know, but I need you to eat. Will you eat if I order something?"

You shrugged. The fact that you couldn't look her in the eye didn't bother Nat. You always felt the most guilty when you got like this, even if you knew she didn't blame you. Life wasn't easy, but it sure didn't help when your own brain was against you too.

"Let me go order some food then I'll come and join you okay?" You nodded. You tried to smile, but it looked more like a grimace. "I'll call Tony and tell him I won't be in the office tomorrow."

"Can you-" Your bottom lip trembled, and you paused to take a breath in order to stop it. "Can you see if he'll stop by?"

"I'll have him bring the food. How's that sound?"

"That sounds nice."

If there was one thing Nat knew, it was how much Tony meant to you. She could provide you the love and comfort you may need, but he could give you better insight on how to pick yourself back up. And who was she to deny you a famous Tony Stark pep talk?

[rosemariplays]

Hello! May I request Chiaki x Mukuro fluff where Mukuro plays with Chiaki's hair? Thanks! (also anon asks are off, dunno if you want to enable that)

I'm so sorry this took so long to complete! I was having some motivation problems while writing this, but it's finally done! I hope you enjoy this, and have a good day!

Chiaki Nanami × Mukuro Ikusaba fluff where Mukuro plays with Chiaki's hair

Word count- 307

Warnings- None!

Pov Mukuro

Mukuro would walk into her apartment she shared with her girlfriend, feeling a bit wore out because of pushing herself harder than she usually does with her training "Another tiring day of training, I hope Chiaki won't mind I'm coming home a bit late." She'd think to herself, setting her equipment bag down beside the door.

Mukuro would decide to peak into her girlfriend's gaming room to find the gamer playing some kind of fighting game on her PS5. "Are you having fun Nami?" She'd ask as she'd walk towards her girlfriend, hoping not to distract her.

"I was playing Amimal Crossing earlier, but I was reccomend to play this game by a friend" she'd continue talking, not taking her eyes off the screen. "So I've been playing for a while, but I managed to get stuck during the story mode, and I can't continue the game without beating this stage." She'd finish, struggling with her current fight.

"Maybe you could take a break? I know you've the Ultimate Gamer, but everyone needs a break, I've even needed breaks sometimes" Mukuro would say, sitting down next to her girlfriend. "I will take a break, as soon as I beat this stage" Chiaki would reply, keeping her focus on her game.

After about 15 minutes she'd manage to beat the stage, smiling as she did so. "I finally beat the stage Kuro!" Chiaki would triumphantly say to her girlfriend. "Good job Nami" Mukuro would relpy, placing her hand on her girlfriend's head and lightly playing with her hair.

Nanami would feel relaxed by Mukuro playing with her hair. "Kuro, would you mind playing with my hair while I take a break?" The gamer would ask, causing her girlfriend to blush slightly and smile. "Of coure Nami, I don't mind" She'd reply, continuing to play with her girlfriend's hair.

[jamaisjoons]

intro: her III ⤑ knj | m

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 you enter namjoon’s life in the most unexpected of ways, but will you be able to stay, especially when he comes with three adorable but chaotic children, even more chaotic best friends and a bitch of an ex-wife? not to mention your own emotional baggage. 〞singe dad au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: single dad!namjoon x marine vet!reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 6k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: yn and joon being soft as shit

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: sorry to all those who waited SO long for this! I’ve only recently had the time to write this (I wrote this entire thing within the space of 24 hours) but I sincerely hope you liked it.

⏤ Rewritten as of 24/02/2020

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Chapter 3: Accidents and Baths

It’s been almost four months since you abruptly entered Namjoon’s life and were thrust into the chaos that is his children and best friends. Though, it’s not often that you see them in person: Namjoon is far too busy a man - between songwriting and producing and raising a family - for you too constantly see each other. The small amount of time that he does have free, is mainly spent with his three sons who you’ve come to learn Namjoon adores with everything he has. Nonetheless, you do see them in person at least once a week, usually every Thursday, as the boys dragging their father towards the aquarium during closing time, so they can spend some time not only with you but also in complete awe of the creatures and the depth of your knowledge about aforementioned creatures.

If it’s not in person, you usually see them through snapchat, with you and Namjoon falling into a weird back and forth of snapchat messages. The rapper usually sends you pictures and video clips of the boys messing around that have you laughing in fondness, or various samples of tracks he’s produced where he needs a second, non-professional opinion. Usually, you send him pictures, and or clips, of you in either your office or lab, working on your paper or tending to the animals that are hurt. Every now and then, you send him pictures or clips of the coffee shop you’re in; or random scenic photos you take when he snapchats you while you’re on walks or runs with your puppy.

The boys have come to love Thursdays the most from what Namjoon tells you and you have a small (big) inkling that it’s due to them getting the entire exhibit to themselves: freely being able to run around without worrying about disturbing any other patrons. Namjoon enjoys these days; because he doesn’t have to worry about fans or paparazzi spotting him and his sons; especially considering the exhibit is always closed when he brings his sons. Most of this time you spend with Namjoon; though every now and then, Hoseok, Yoongi and or Seokjin join you. Hence, today, you find yourself walking besides Namjoon as Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook run around in front of you, pressing themselves up against the glass and watching the animals move about lazily. And like most days, today is a day when it’s just you and Namjoon.

“You’ve been awfully quiet today,” you say, nudging Namjoon lightly and he looks at you in a slight daze. The entire situation is slightly bizarre. Here you are, walking besides the RM. He’s a powerful man in his own right, and an even more famous rapper and artist. Yet, here the two of you are, walking in companionable silence while his sons run around; the two of you completely at ease with each other.

“Huh? What? Sorry, I completely spaced out there,” Namjoon replies and you stifle a small giggle at the slight look of bafflement on his face. It’s even more bizarre how comfortable you feel around him - being able to giggle or poke fun at him without constantly being in awe of the man in front of you.

“You usually tend to be when we’re here. What’s got your mind so distracted?” you ask, Namjoon shrugging in response.

“Nothing... and everything. You can imagine how hectic my life is, between raising those three hell spawns and juggling my career. It’s very rare that I have time to myself, to just sit and think. But here, in the quiet of the aquarium; it’s just... relaxing. I finally have time to myself, time to think. Do you get me? Or does that sound weird?” Namjoon asks and you shake your head, a pensive smile on your own lips.

“No. I completely understand. My life may not be as hectic as yours, but I understand needing the time to sit and think to yourself. It’s what I love most working here. Being able to walk through these glass corridors and just think. It’s like being alone, except you’re not? You know?” you say softly and Namjoon nods his head in agreement.

He doesn’t respond; instead, he’s once again lost into that deep, beautiful brain of his. The dark blue hues of the water are reflect ofo of his tan skin, shadows from the swimming animals crossing his figure every now and then. His brows are slightly furrowed and his lips move in small murmurs: all of the words incoherent and inaudible. You don’t mind so much - there’s a certain calm to just watching him. You take in his face for a couple more minutes before you’re dragged out of your perusal of him by Jimin.

“Noona? What’s that?” Jimin asks, pointing at the small glass enclosure in curiosity. Out of all three boys, Jimin was the one who still wasn’t as open with you. Taehyung openly tried to monopolise your attention, with Jungkook mainly pouting in the background when your attention wasn’t on him. Jimin too loved the attention - but he craved it from his father more than you, or anyone else in fact. It was as if they’d split into different factions, with Jungkook being your number one fan, followed by Taehyung. Jimin, however, was still unsure. He rarely approached you unless you were next to Namjoon and he only interacted with you if his brothers were doing so. You figured Jimin was just a lot warier with letting people into his little world but you’d work hard to get him to trust you. Nevertheless, moments like this, when he approached you of his own accord, filled you with warmth.

You looked over to the small ‘petting’ exhibit. It was a new promotional event, where you could have children over to touch and pet a range of different selected sea creatures as a way to garner and cultivate their interest in marine biology and animals in general. You smiled as Jimin’s small chubby fingers pointed to the small, slightly fuzzy brown creature.

“It looks like poop,” Taehyung points out and you hear Namjoon snort as he too peers at the small animal.

“It does! Did one of the other amimals poop here?” Jimin asks and you chuckle at his mispronunciation.

“It’s animals buddy,” Namjoon corrects while Jimin simply stares at him blinking, before turning back to you.

Carefully, you pick it up, “it’s called a sea mouse. Here,” before gesturing Jimin to hold out his palm. He does so gingerly and gently, you place the animal in his palm. Jungkook and Taehyung gather around Jimin, looking at the creature in a mix of curiosity and disgust.

“It doesn’t look like a mouse,” Taehyung deadpans out and you laugh.

“It’s just what scientists named it. It’s actually a polychaete worm that lives in the sea. Polychaete basically just means segmented, like here, see,” you say as you flip the worm over onto its back, pointing out the deep grooves on the underside before flipping it back over; “These are its parapodia,” you say, brushing the rough bristles on the side of the worm’s body, “they’re basically like little bristles that help them feel and move. They even have little hairs here that are iridescent… or colourful I guess. Go on feel them,” you urge.

You watch as the boys cautiously begin stroking the worm before growing more bolder until they’re practically petting it. Jimin stares in awe at the little thing, bringing it close up to his face. The sudden movement causes the worm to wriggle and Jimin giggles, smiling widely up at you, his eyes turning into small crescent moons as his eyelids pool around his eyes.

“It feels funny,” Jimin giggles and your heart lurches at how adorable he is. You lean forward and brush Jimin’s hair fondly, Jungkook huffing slightly before drawing in closer to you. Instinctively, you wrap your arm around his waist and pull him closer as you continue teaching the boys about the worm. You eventually swap the sea mouse for a starfish in the ‘petting’ exhibit before you once again begin speaking. You’re so caught up in your impromptu lesson that you don’t notice the fond smile on Namjoon’s lips as he leans against a wall, simply watching you and his sons.

He takes in the way your eyes light up as you share the wealth of your knowledge about the random creatures that inhabit the aquarium. He watches the way you speak passionately and yet still so softly, carefully explaining the terms so that his sons can understand what you’re saying. He watches the way his sons focus on every single one of your words, eyes growing wider and wider as they’re filled with awe and appreciation for each and every animal you show them. He watches the way Jungkook mindless plays with the hem of your dress, the way Taehyung hangs onto every one of your words and the way Jimin so subtly nuzzles his head into the palm of your hand. He can’t help but smile at the scene. Then, glancing at his watch, he sighs softly - almost regretfully - as he realises he has to break up the scene.

“Alright kiddos, put the starfish back. It’s almost dinner, bath and bedtime,” Namjoon says, cutting your impromptu science lesson short. The boys groan, Jimin’s lip quivering as he stares down at the cushion starfish nestled in his hand.

“But daddy I wanna play with the fishies more,” Jimin pouts, his voice taking a whiny inclination and Namjoon freezes, unsure of what to say. His heart lurches at the despondent look on his son’s face but he also knows that he needs to put his foot down, lest they truly become spoiled.

“Your dad’s right boys. It’s getting pretty late and they still need to close the exhibit. We can’t take advantage of Mr Kwang’s hospitality in letting me let you guys stay here late. Besides, now you have something to look forward to for the next visit, right?” you say cheerfully and their faces immediately change into much more excited ones.

“Daddy, noona join us for dinner? Please? Pretty please?” Jungkook says, running up to his father and pleading with his best puppy dog eyes; Taehyung also joins his father and Namjoon tries to fight them but is at a loss for words.

With a sigh Namjoon gives in, “That all depends on ____ kiddos,” Namjoon says finally, looking at you apologetically.

You let out a small laugh before shrugging, “Sure, why not? I don’t have any other plans for the day,” you find yourself agreeing. Instantly, the boys cheer, Jungkook and Taehyung quickly grabbing one of your hands each as they begin dragging you towards the exit. You let out a small laugh and allow them to drag you, Namjoon following closely behind with Jimin in his arms.

An hour later you find yourself sitting at a table with Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook. He’s sat at the head of the table, with Jimin and Taehyung on his left-hand side, the two holding hands while using their chopsticks with their other. Jungkook is sat on his right-hand side, with you seated next to him. Your position gives you the perfect side view of Namjoon’s features. His face is calm, his rounded cheeks and deep dimple prominent as he smiles and nods along to Taehyung and Jimin’s story about what they did at their pre-school. Taehyung rants and raves about how Sungwoo, Jaewoo, Jimin and him had played pirates and cowboys all day long. That is until Jimin began begins grumbling and groaning about how Suri always has to take charge and the entire time Namjoon simply listens patiently, nodding along to his son’s words.

Idly, you place a small piece of beef in your mouth, concentrating more on truly taking in Namjoon’s features. His side profile is beautiful: small squished button nose and plush lips being the most noticeable, besides his sculpted jawline. You hear Jimin whine about how it’s unfair that just because Suri is a girl, she gets to do what she wants and boss them around and you briefly wonder where Namjoon gets the patience and tolerance to deal with not one, but three kids all at once. Your eyes continue trailing over the contours of his face before stopping at his pink, pillowy lips. They’re similar to Jimin’s, except Jimin’s are a lot smaller and pouty. Momentarily, you wonder what it’d be like to kiss Namjoon, to test how truly soft and luscious they are. As soon as you realise where your thoughts are delving however, you shake your head; eyes wide and deep blush prominent on your cheeks.

“Noona are you okay?” Jungkook asks and you look down at him, his doe eyes wide and curious as he stares up at you through the mop of his coconut head. You give him a reassuring smile before petting his head. Jungkook smiles brightly and then he thrusts his chopsticks towards you, the bulgogi precariously positioned between the two sticks. You wince at the weak hold he has on it, wondering what he’s doing as he looks at you expectantly.

“Try some,” Jungkook urges and you nod, bending over to try some.

“Kook, be careful you don’t want to drop-” Namjoon begins warning, but before he can finish his words, the sauce covered meat drops and lands on your white shirt. Jungkook’s eyes immediately go wide and he drops the chopsticks, reaching for his napkin but in the urgency of his movements, he doesn’t notice his elbow knocking over his juice. The drink spills and once again lands on you; you immediately jerk and stand up, using your tissue to try and salvage your top. Jungkook stares at you with watery eyes and quivering lips before he bursts into tears.

“Noona I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!” Jungkook cries, drawing out the syllables of his words as he wails. Instantly, you stop fussing with your shirt and instead turn towards him. Simultaneously, Namjoon stands up to soothe his son’s cries but you beat him to it - pulling Jungkook in for a hug.

“Kook! Gukkie, hey, hey! It’s okay baby, it’s just some spilt food and drinks. It’s nothing to cry over,” you soothe gently as you begin gently cooing at him. Namjoon stiffens at the use of the pet name, watching you carefully through guarded eyes; his expression unreadable. With a gentle realisation, he notes that you don’t even realise you had said it, the word coming so naturally out of your mouth while you comfort his son. He watches the way Jungkook clings onto you, your arms wrapped around his smaller frame as you soothingly pat and rub his back in circles, trying to get his tears back under control.

“But I messed up your top,” Jungkook sniffles and you shake your head at him, smiling soothingly.

“It’s just a top Kook, I can always use stain remover or get a new one. It’s fine baby, nothing to cry over right?” you ask and Jungkook nods sheepishly. Namjoon cocks his head to the side when you repeat it, but once again, you’ve no idea that you even said it. Instead, you smile brightly at Jungkook, reaching over and brushing the tears out of his eyes.

“So, you don’t hate me?” Jungkook asks fearfully, his voice quiet as he looks down at his hand and your face softens further. You gather him into your arms once again and pull him into your chest. Namjoon watches the way Jungkook melts in your embrace, his arms wrapped around your neck as small fists clutch your shirt tightly while he nuzzles into your shoulder.

“Gukkie, baby I could never hate you okay? You’re my special little man, aren’t you?” you ask, slightly tickling his sides and Jungkook lets out a small, watery giggle, a light blush coating his cheeks as he lets out a shy smile before nodding eagerly.

“Why is Gukkie your only special man? I wanna be your special man too!” Taehyung whines and suddenly, you realise that it’s not just you and Jungkook in the room. You blush brightly at Namjoon, offering a look of apology as Namjoon waves you off before turning back to a pouting Taehyung and Jimin. Unsure of what to say, you turn back to Namjoon for help, a look of desperation etched on your face. Namjoon lets out a little chuckle, and taking pity on you, he stands up and begins gathering the plates.

“Alright boys, it’s bath time,” Namjoon calls and immediately twin cries of protest emit from the twins - both of them long forgetting your words.

“Daddy no! We had bath time yesterday,” Jimin whines, Taehyung nodding along and Namjoon sends them a look.

“Yes, and you played pirates in the mud today, which means you need another bath,” Namjoon replies and Jimin gasps, looking at Taehyung in betrayal.

“I knew we shouldn’t have told daddy we played in the mud,” Jimin sulks, Taehyung nodding along once again.

“Sorry Jiminie, but I was excited to tell daddy,” Taehyung frowns, his eyes downcast. Seeing the sadness in his twin’s demeanour, Jimin instantly shakes his head, petting Taehyung on the head.

“It’s okay Taehyungie,” Jimin begins as he comforts his other half, before “We just won’t tell him tomorrow,” he whispers conspiratorially and you and Namjoon resist the urge to laugh at how loud they’re being, despite trying to be sneaky.

“Alright, come on boys, upstairs now - go get ready for your bath,” Namjoon says, ushering his sons upstairs. Jimin grabs Taehyung’s hands and they both run off upstairs, Jimin whispering to Taehyung the entire time. Namjoon squints at them in suspicious, already knowing that they’re plotting something together, before he turns and gestures for you to pass him Jungkook. Jungkook, however, just clings to you tighter, burying his head further into you while shaking his head.

“No! I wanna stay with noona,” Jungkook cries and Namjoon looks at him exasperatedly.

“Nochu, it’s bath time and ____ needs to leave. Come on,” Namjoon gently explains as he tries to unravel Jungkook’s hold from you.

“No! Please!” Jungkook cries and Namjoon sighs.

“Jungkook. That’s enough, she’s already stayed for dinner, we can’t ask her to stay for longer,” Namjoon says, his voice stern, but soft. You’re surprised by the authority present in it: this is the first time you’ve seen him put his foot down or call Jungkook anything other than his nicknames. Jungkook hears the sternness of his father’s voice and shrinks further into you, now more upset his father is mad at him. You can feel his shoulders shake and look at Namjoon pointedly. Picking Jungkook up, his legs automatically wrapping around your waist as you hold him.

“If you want, I can stay and help with bath time? It doesn’t seem like he’s going to let go anytime soon,” you quietly murmur and Namjoon looks at you in shock before it turns abashed.

“You’ve already stayed a while, I don’t want to make you late or anything. Besides, bath time can be quite a battle,” Namjoon says and you shrug before walking in the direction Jimin and Taehyung disappeared off to.

“I’m actually off work from tomorrow till Monday, so I’m not really going to be late for anything. And well, if it can be that bad, surely an extra pair of hands would come in handy yes? Besides, I’m already wet from the juice, I may as well help,” you casually respond before climbing up the stairs. Namjoon watches you in a mix of astonishment and curiosity before he follows behind you.

When Namjoon described bath time as a battle, you almost chalked it up to him overexaggerating. But right now, as you watched Namjoon struggle to wrangle his twins so that they could get into the bath, you realise that he was far from overexaggerating. Jimin was currently hiding under his bed and Taehyung had locked himself in his cupboard, twin giggles coming from both ends of their room. Jungkook was still clinging onto you, watching as his brothers ran amok. Every single time Namjoon got a hold of one, the other would somehow escape and distract their father long enough for the other to escape. The twins had evaded him at least three times now and you almost felt sorry for him.

“Jimin, Taehyung! Come on,” Namjoon calls exasperatedly, as he threw his arms up in the air, “____, can you take Kook and give him a bath? He’s probably the calmest of them all. I’ll bring Taehyung and Jimin in a minute. His pyjamas are on his bed in his room,” Namjoon advises and you nodded. Quickly, you enter Jungkook’s room and grab his pyjamas. Then, adjusting Jungkook in your hold, you move to the bathroom. Luckily, Namjoon had already drawn the bath and you quickly checked the temperature, making sure it was okay.

“Don’t look, I can get ready myself!” Jungkook called out and you let out a small snicker. You hear the rustling of clothing as he struggles with his clothes and then, a couple of moments later; you hear the water splash.

“Okay, you can turn around now!” Jungkook calls out and when you do, you have to suppress the urge to coo over the boy. Jungkook is practically buried in bubbles, bath toys littered around him as he mindlessly plays with the various Pokémon figures floating about. You want to be shocked at the almost pool-sized bathtub, but really what else did you expect; you’re sure the boys could use it as a mini swimming pool if they really wanted to.

You bend onto your knees to sit on the floor and roll up your sleeve before leaning over to look at the various different bottles on the shelf. Spotting the shampoo bottle, you pick it up and squirt a bit on your hands, rubbing them together. Once it’s nice and lathered, you begin stroking it through Jungkook’s hair. Jungkook lets out a small whine and leans further back into you, his eyes closing as he enjoys the feel of you washing his hair.

“You’re very good at washing hair noona. Daddy rubs too hard sometimes,” Jungkook says with a soft sigh and you hum in response. Just as he says that, the bathroom door bangs open and Namjoon drags his two sons in, one under each arm before dropping them into the huge bathtub. The splash from the tub impacts you and you’re almost glad that your top was already wet from Jungkook’s juice spillage earlier.

“NO!” Jimin and Taehyung whine, crossing their arms and sulking.

“Give up kiddos, you’re already in the bath,” Namjoon says and Jimin and Taehyung let out a deep sigh as they continue sulking. However, their sullenness lasts all of two seconds before they become occupied with their toys, playing with each other instead. Taehyung turns to you, his head cocked to the side as he watches you absentmindedly play with Jungkook’s hair.

“Noona! Wash my hair too!” Taehyung says, half swimming half running over to you.

“Noona is really good at washing hair, Daddy!” Jungkook says and you let out a wide grin at his wide-eyed smile towards his father. It was obvious to anyone that Jungkook practically idolised his father.

“Is she now Kook?” Namjoon hums as he begins lathering Jimin’s hair and Jungkook nods furiously. Jungkook moves away from you, moving back to playing with his toys as Taehyung takes his spot. Once again you lather the shampoo in your hands before running your fingers through Taehyung’s hair.

“You should wash each other’s hair!” Jungkook says all of a sudden, and his words are harmless, his tone full of childlike innocence; yet the implications aren’t lost on you and Namjoon. Namjoon lets out a small choked cough while your face heats intensely, unsure of what to say. You, however, are just glad Hoseok and Seokjin are nowhere near to tease you.

“Yeah, daddy! Wash noona’s hair!” Taehyung demands and you’re unsure how to react to any of it.

“Maybe another time Tiger, why don’t you just sit still and let ____ wash your hair, yeah?” Namjoon suggests and Taehyung pouts. Nonetheless, you watch his face light up with mischief and suddenly trepidation colours your veins as you wonder what’s going through his mind.

“If you don’t want to daddy, then I will!” Taehyung says and before either you or Namjoon can stop him, Taehyung is reaching over and wetting your hair with the bathwater and suds. You suddenly still, eyes wide as Taehyung begins playing with your hair.

“Taehyung!” Namjoon thunders sternly and Taehyung freezes, turning to his father in sheepishness. He looks like a puppy that’s just been kicked; however, his hands continue moving, playing with the locks of your hair. You hadn’t been expecting Taehyung to suddenly attack you, but the way he’s standing above you, puppy-eyed while he stares at his father, all while continuing to ‘wash’ your hair, has you bursting out into laughter at the ridiculousness of it all.

“Are you okay?” Namjoon asks, voice laced with concern and you laugh even harder before waving him off.

“Ahahaha, I’m fine! Taehyungie, you’re good at washing hair too,” you say with a teasing smile and Taehyung beams at you as he resumes his actions.

“Are you sure? I can stop him if you want me to,” Namjoon says and you shrug.

“I was already wet beforehand. Don’t worry too much about it, I needed to wash my hair today anyway,” you respond with a bright smile. Once again Namjoon regards you with an unreadable expression, causing you to smile lightly at him before resuming washing Taehyung’s hair. Another ten minutes later, and the boys are all clean. Namjoon quickly dries them off and dresses them while you continuously towel off their hair, trying to get it as dry as possible. Once they’re all done, the three of them run out of the bathroom into the twins’ rooms and as soon as they’re out, Namjoon slumps with a sigh.

“Honestly, I’m sorry to make you stay and help but I am grateful. If it weren’t for you, then I don’t think I’d have made it with my sanity intact,” Namjoon gripes, making you let out a low chuckle.

“It was definitely a lot more tiring than I anticipated. Is it always like that?” you ask.

Namjoon hums, “mostly yeah, but it can be better or worse depending on how much sugar they’ve had or how tired they are. Jungkook is the easy one, he loves bath time. The twins not so much, they’d rather just play all the time,” he explains, causing you to nod.

“Yeah, I can see that… Anyway, I should probably get going. It’s getting pretty late,” you say, despite not actually wanting to leave. Namjoon lets out another sigh before nodding.

“I’ll walk you out, just give me a minute,” he says and you let out a small snicker.

“The kids tire you out that much? You’d think you were an old fifty-year-old man, not a young twenty-four-year-old man,” you tease. Namjoon looks at you in shock, and then, all of a sudden, he’s reaching over and tickling you. A small shriek escapes your lips at the unexpected gesture before you break out into a fit of giggles.

“I’ll show you fifty-year-old man!” Namjoon calls out in mock indignation as he continues his assault on you. Wiggling uncontrollably, you let burst into wild laughter, Namjoon’s dextrous fingers drawing out a frenzy of giggles and shrieks.

“Oh my gods! Stop, I’m going to pee! Oh my god I give, I GIVE! I’m sorry for calling you old.” you finally gasp. Instantly, Namjoon stills his actions. He grins from beside you and you stick your tongue out at him. Glancing at the clock behind him, your eyes widen in the slightest before gracing him with a small sheepish smile.

“I really do have to go now though,” you reply and Namjoon nods - doing his best to hide his disappointment. He picks himself off the floor before giving you a hand, pulling you up to your feet. Dusting yourself off, you groan at how wet and clingy your clothes are.

“Fuck, I’m sorry about that! I’ll make it up to you somehow,” Namjoon says and you wave him off.

“Honestly, it’s no issue. Don’t worry too much about it. Spills happen all the time,” you reply.

“Yeah, but I still feel bad. There’s no way you can go home in those clothes. At least, change your top? Here, follow me,” Namjoon says as beckons you to follow him. Briskly, he walks out of the bathroom and disappears into a room just a little further down. Following him, your eyes widening when you realise you’re stood in his bedroom. Momentarily, you wonder how deluded as a fan you’d be labelled if you tweeted that you had been in RM’s bedroom? Perhaps, you’d even be labelled as a stalker - that is if people believed you.

“Here, take this. You can change the top and I’ll wash it for you. You can come get it whenever. The bathroom is down there if you need it,” Namjoon offers, thrusting out one of his hoodies to you before pointing to a door behind him. Part of you wants to decline, but you also know that there’s no possible way you could leave this house with your shirt as wet and wrecked as it is. Gratefully, you accept the clothing from Namjoon, making him smile gently as he leaves you in his room to get changed in private.

Once Namjoon shuts the door you begin unbuttoning your shirt before shrugging it off you. Your arms and stomach feel somewhat tacky rom the juice, so you decide to quickly wash off the feeling with some water in his bathroom. Once you’re happy the stickiness is gone you chuck your top in the hamper before pulling the hoodie over you. Marvelling at the softness at it, you wince when you realise it’s Yves Saint Laurent and for a small moment, you wonder if the man wore anything other than branded clothing.

Glancing at yourself in the mirror you cock your head silently, perusing your figure. Your hair is still wet from Taehyung’s actions and you shake your head in fond exasperation as you realise you’re probably due a deep condition to fix the damage from the soapy water. Your eyes trail over your body, almost chuckling at how small you look in the hoodie. It almost reaches your knees and your hands are practically nowhere to be seen, you didn’t even have sweater paws at the point. You knew Namjoon was a lot bigger than you, but his hoodie really puts it into perspective - especially since it was already oversized on him. After rolling up the sleeves of the hoodie, you turn and look at yourself again.

Suddenly, the silence break, “____? You okay in there?” Namkoon calling out to you as he knocks on the door. Running a hand through your hair, you open the door, smiling up at him shyly.

“Thanks for the hoodie, it feels good to get out of that top. Oh, I left it in the hamper, is that alright?” you ask, pointing towards the wicker basket, causing Namjoon to nod.

“That’s perfect. I called you a taxi while you were getting ready. It’s fully paid for so you don’t have to worry about going from here all the way back home,” Namjoon said.

His words have your eyes widening, “Oh, you didn’t have to do that!” you begin protesting, knowing how expensive it could be from this part of Seoul to yours, but Namjoon merely waves you off with a reassuring smile.

“Honestly, it’s nothing compared to how much you helped me - and it’s not like I can’t afford it or anything. Please just accept it, as a thank you?” Namjoon reasons. You look at him with wearily, before letting out a defeated sigh. Grinning at you, “Come on, I’ll walk you out,” Namjoon says. Once again, you nod before following him out the door. Temporarily, you both stop at Jungkook’s and the twins’ rooms, waving goodnight to their sleepy figures before you and Namjoon continue walking through his house. It only takes a few moments, but soon, you’re both standing outside, the taxi awaiting you.

You turn to Namjoon and smile softly, “thanks for having me over. Dinner was lovely,” you say, but Namjoon quickly shakes his head.

“You don’t have to thank me! If anything, your help was really appreciated. You made bath time a lot easier on me,” Namjoon says with a light laugh while he rubs the back of his head, making you giggle.

“It may have been a complete mess, but I had fun. Even with Taehyung playing hairdressers,” you tease. Hearing your words, Namjoon groans lowly.

“God, I was mortified when he did that, I would have stopped him but I didn’t realise he was going to. I hope he didn’t offend you too much. And I’m really sorry Jungkook spilt his juice on you,” Namjoon apologises with a deep bow, your eyes widening at the gesture.

“Oh my god, stop apologising! It really wasn’t that bad. I didn’t mind Taehyung washing my hair, it seemed like he was having fun anyway. And in terms of my top… It’s just a top and he didn’t mean it, it was an accident, spills happen all the time. Besides they’re such sweet kids, I don’t think I’d even have the heart to be angry at them,” you say nonchalantly, laughing the situation off.

Namjoon looks at you with a tender smile on his face, “yeah they are. You’re really good with them. Really - as weird as it is to say - I’m kind of glad Jungkook got lost that day,” Namjoon mumbles. Immediately, you look at him in mock disbelief.

“Mr Kim Namjoon, how could you say such a thing about your son?” you joke, your tone light and teasing, causing Namjoon to playfully roll his eyes.

“Stop it, you know what I mean,” he says and you snigger slightly before once again checking the time.

“Yeah I do. I’m glad he got lost too,” you reply with a bright grin. All of a sudden, the taxi honks and the two of you startle. Sheepishly, you grin at him before running towards the taxi while waving at him. Getting into the cab, you watch as Namjoon waves at you - even as you drive away - until he’s nothing but a small ant-sized figure in the distance.

When you can no longer see him, you relax in the back seat of your ride, subtly breathing in the deep scent of Namjoon’s hoodie. The scent washes over you, bringing a certain sense of calmness to your soul. He smells like sandalwood and sugary vanilla - a scent that is almost wholly him. Breathing it in deeply, a smile forms on your lips as his scent takes over your senses before you out the window.

You really were glad Jungkook got lost that day.

a/n: Hi! I hoped you liked it and it was worth the wait. God this chapter was so soft and fluffy I now need to go write 20k of angst 🙃

⇥ Masterlist | Chapter 4

[tammyhybrid21]

Mystery Skulls Amimated x Tadeo Jones fic? That's AWESOME! I have a question, is this fic after Lewis became a ghost of before that? I don't want to make you unconfortable with the fic because I know what is to have many ideas for a story and then something happens. Also the Sara post is just...YES! PERUVIAN PRIDE! You get it :)

Ahahaha, yeah. It’s just post “canon” for the MSA videos. So Lewis is a ghost, and also LONG past the proposed reconciliations of the Gang. Although-- still with some issues, because eyyyy--

And ahahaha, no worries about making me uncomfortable, this actually isn’t the fic I keep ending up screaming in frustration for in the middle of my rants, since this is just going to be a goofy oneshot about up a similar alley to me trying to figure out what the exclusive Interview was that’s up on the wall in Tadeo’s apartment.

And an excuse to stretch my writing muscle again in a lower stress oneshot that’s-- just my favourite characters goofing around. Also just generally, I have a lot of feelings and just want to give Vivi some more appreciation.

BECAUSE COME ON!

--

And ahahaha, I have now got many, many rants about Sara. Because OH MAN. Not only do I have complaints about the shoehorned romance plot that just drags progress in the plot and characters-- but I recently rewatched a cooking show that I really loved when it was live. And still have my favourite folks to rewatch,

The Passionate Peruvians(Which love their pride to take that as their title) and DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH JOY--

Like, I basically love EVERY moment they’re on screen and it’s because of how they overflow with Passion and LOVE for their culture. I mean they had a line about “live, breathe, eat Peru!” Which-- considering that they were sharing your food-- again the passion I just--

Which yeah-- a bit beside the point considering. BUT-- they overflowed with such pride and passion and then I look at Sara again in these movies and some part of me just goes--

She needs more of this. Like just-- I really, really like seeing people, characters, anyone, who’s PROUD about their culture and homeland. Well... barring when it’s obnoxious and trying to put others down--

Like, please, Mummy is allowed to have all those little reminders and nods! I want more for Sara, and also-- being honest, putting more Peru in her will really help with the too broad due to “romantic interest” issue. Although I kiiind of also want it to come up more away from Tad. Ideally I want this to come up with Sara and Mummy bonding, more of them together on screen in general would be nice actually--

Also-- I don’t know if this one’s me or even realistic, but like-- If Sara can cook I want her to put enough spice that Tad cries. He’s grown up in spiceless America-- And I JUST WANT--

But yeah, I want Sara’s character to actually have more-- Relevance, importance, actually getting to have her own arc outside of squished to Tadeos’s...

[eileen-crys]

Trying to build up a Queen x Pokemon AU

Look at what I do while doing homework 👌🏻 so uhm you know I love both Pokémon and Queen, so I thought about an AU where Fred, Rog, Bri and Deaky are young trainers travelling together while both trying to achieve their own dreams and becoming famous as a band. I gave them all 5 Pokémon but feel free to suggest additions or changes!

Brian

Aspiring professor, he studies alien Pokémon and everything related to space. His dream is to discover where the alien Pokémon come from, but also what's behind the multiverse and other dimensions. He managed to catch a Rotom and fuse it with his electric guitar, that now has an even more unique sound. He has a soft spot for cute Pokémon such as Furret, Vulpix, etc. When he was a child he dreamt Deoxys (who knows if they really met or it was just a dream?)

Beheeyem

Minior

Clefairy (all three aliens, very curious but friendly)

Rotom (guitar form aka the Red Special, tipe Electr./Normal)

Furret (because y know, soft amimals ♡)

Freddie

He comes from the exotic Alola and wants to become the best Coordinator E V E R. Every Pokémon that's fabulous or is a cat is GREAT 👌🏻💯 and he's Wallace's #1 fan.

Sylveon shiny (fab blue sparkly cat)

Delcatty (fab pink cat)

Smeargle (he and Fred share the same artistic talent)

Primarina (sings and is a beautiful boy, a true queen)

Probopass (got as a contest prize, Fred likes him a lot and wishes to have big manly moustache like thos, one day. Also the 3 tiny noses are clearly Rog, Bri and John, can't change his mind.)

Roger

Energic and sassy, he wants to be a Pokémon master! He's very competitive always up for a battle and hardly handles a defeat, he wants to be the very best. You know. Rog is also very invested in the Pokéathlon, especially the speed competitions, but also likes contests (not as much as Freddie tho). Sometimes he crossdresses for contests, and you exactly know what I mean.

Pikachu rockstar (the cutest rockstar ever, besides Rog. When we have Rogerina, Pikachu dresses up as the pink ☆ Pikachu popstar)

Luxio (basically his pal, usually stays out of the ball)

Jolteon (he f a s t and blonde uwu)

Chatot (can do the most fcking high notes you can imagine)

Noivern (his most powerful Pokémon. Still stuggles to control him, but he's working on it...)

John

The youngest and most quiet of the four, he just started his adventure and got dragged into the group by Fred, who's like a brother to him. Basically a soft boi, he loves doing concerts with the band but isn't much involved in battles or contest unless he really wants it. He wants to learn as much as he can about Pokémon and become a professor or a breeder.

Turtwig (His beloved starter ♡ -I was actually tempted to give him Rowlet because hes a sneaky owl, but Turtwig and its evolutions are known to be the most quiet and pacific-)

Drampa (a good dragon, he likes kids and is a softie, but can also be unexpectedly powerful)

Palpitoad (has the ability to create bass sound waves with his bubbles)

Oricorio (usually in its "cheer dance" form, fluffy and funky, always out during concerts ☆)

Metang (helps Deacy with engineering and mathematic stuff)

Pls be patient and the drawings will arrive! Also pls leave some feedbacks!

[winter-the-selfinsert-trash]

So as a self insert blog I will also be posting some writing here.

Some will be "x reader"s for you guys, and some will merely be self inserts of my own. But I will also take requests or writing trades. Requests ranging from "x reader" to personal self inserts.

The first will be surfacing from my sudden love for the Mystery Skulls amimated story by Mystery Ben. It will be a Lewis X Ghost reader and I will warn you now, it has implications of rape. (But not from Lewis I swear.)

[blxckmassed]

MUST WATCH AMIME. Guys, PLEASE WATCH Hunter x Hunter 2011. It will change your life. If you didn't watch it this is a perfect opportunity to do so since we're all in homes and bored. And if you did watched it, rewatch it NOW! GO WATCH HUNTER X HUNTER!

[seoexpertpk12]

The Anime Sensation, Aka The Japanese Invasion

The Anime Sensation has been around for a long time. However, it is just lately it has gotten so predominant in American culture. For in a real sense many years Anime, also called Japanese liveliness has been turning out to be more standard for quite a long time. The first that the vast majority recollect will in general come from a little rundown of two. They either recall Star Blazers (otherwise known as SpaceCruiser Yamamoto) or they recollect Akira, an anime film that was earth shattering from numerous points of view. There are additionally a rare sorts of people what first's identity was acquainted with Anime by Robotech. Robotech was a lot of like Star Blazers in the way that it was a huge re-compose of the accounts from the first Japanese based stories. At the hour of those deliveries, it was felt that an immediate transformation of the narratives would not hold the consideration of American crowds. While it is far from being obviously true if that is a genuine assumption or not, the reality remains that Robotech, Star Blazers, and Akira were and are beneficial establishments in the Anime field.

Presently, in the 21st century there are numerous varieties of Anime that have arrived at the American Shores. When we attacked Japanese domain with weapons of individual devastation true story, presently the Japanese have attacked our shores, with engaging Anime. There are endless titles and types it opposes simple posting. There are the sorts that originally attacked, that are actually similar to Robotech. There is X-evaluated Anime, some that are so awful, for example, the Legend of the Overlord, that any kid seeing them could undoubtedly be scarred forever. In spite of the fact that grown-ups may discover such "limb love" as found and Overfiend engaging and in any event, energizing, it is most determinedly not for kids.

Amime will show your basic amusement looking for American an alternate kind of diversion in such an innovative activity that is particularly past that of non-Japanese made movement. It isn't to state that there are not some inventive things to come from American studios, it is to state that the Japanese have been doing it longer, and in this creators sentiment, better.

So whenever you are searching for something new to see, look at a little Anime. It wont hurt. Also, in the event that you can not choose which one, we have two proposals. Legend of the Overfiend which is a lot of a grown-up thing, or Akira, however this is near the grown-up just, spare that Akira is all savagery and the Legend, well that is sex and brutality. Some may ring Legend straight nauseating, yet that is for you to choose for yourself I would think.

[notteamshawn]

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[paemerbiksem]

OK, so I like to think my (ironic) disdain for anime a well known trait amongst my friends, but this is time to do the opposite.

anyway, without further adue, let´s begin!

WELCOME TO THE FIRST (OFFICIAL) BMA´s* 

In the very rare “Japan´s best” category we´ve got My hero academia ( 僕のヒーローアカデミア) the anime

I´m only 23 episodes in but it´s more than enough to say this anime is almost as good as the last winner of this category, kill la kill. which got an overall 9.8 out of ten four years ago.

So now the actual nominee.

I started seeing pictures an screeshots of “Tsu chan” about a year ago via me main man @end-it-ed23 but didn´t got quite around it until a couple of weeks ago, and boy oh boy what a trip.

this anime made me recover my faith in the medium, because it´s the perfect mixture of western super hero culture, LWA and anime in general.

it´s W.A.I.F.U** factor even exceeds the 5/5 scale with a very enjoyable excess of girls to like.

the story is a bit long but it doesn´t get stale, ‘xcept fot a couple of episodes bur een KLK hadd those so it´s ok.

so overall:

☑story gets a 4/5 (because it´s a little bit long with very few girl presence in my opinion)

☑characters 4/5 for it´s variety and design (it´s like the x-men met LWA and they had a very cute and loveable baby, though the attitude of some really lowered the grade)

☑W.A.I.F.U  FACTOR ™ 100/5 (in other words ★★★★★ would risk death by quirk accident)

☑jokes it gets a 3/5 (there aren´t that many good ones but the ones that get a pass are excellent)

with all of this in mind I give it an overall grade of 8.0, a paemer´s Seal of approval, and a blue excellence ribbon for its W.A.I.F.U. FACTOR ™

I´d also love to cosplay this with @sleepy-maii or anyone that ´s into it for that matter.

Oh girl, BTW you also get the GOOD NOODLE badge for being such a cool friend and posting such good material on the subject *much love Maii*

I also want to give @end-it-ed23 the GOOD NOODLE badge for involuntarily getting me into it. I´ll hand in your badge later, and I would also love to discuss thisn and maybe other amime(s) with you in the future my dude

*That is Biksem´s Multimedia Awards

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