#ant-inous

[kjack89]

34 for the spotify wrapped thing!! (whatever ship you want)

34. "no body, no crime" by Taylor Swift (feat. HAIM)

Let's be honest, we all knew this was going to be E/R.

Decided to go a very literal route with this one. Canon Era, on the barricade. CW: referenced canonical character death.

Feuilly sat with his back propped against the barricade, his gun laid across his knee. Courfeyrac paused in his careful scan of the horizon to frown down at him from his vantage point. “Sleep,” he scolded gently. “The People will need you at full strength come the morning.”

Though Feuilly managed a tight smile in response, he knew that no sleep would come, least of all because he knew that not even every man on the barricade being at full strength would be enough come morning.

Still, he knew that his own inability to sleep would inevitably distract Courfeyrac, who would be incapable of stopping himself from japing or trying to keep him amused at the expense of the job he was meant to be doing, and just when Feuilly had resolved to close his eyes and appear to sleep, he heard a curious scraping sound, as if something heavy was being dragged across the stone of the street. 

Most curious of all, the sound did not come from the National Guard, huddled down for the night. Instead, it came from behind the barricade. 

Feuilly looked again at Courfeyrac, who was frowning. “I hear it, too,” Courfeyrac told him, and Feuilly nodded, resolved.

“I shall investigate,” he said. “And report back if needed.”

Courfeyrac jerked a nod, his expression troubled, and Feuilly squared his shoulders before standing, gun in hand as he crept away from the barricade and toward the noise emanating from the darkness. He braced himself against the corner of a building and peered around, squirting against the darkness to try to make out the large, strange shape he could just see.

He raised his gun to aim it at the figure. “Halt,” he commanded, “in the name of the Republic.”

The figure paused but then continued its lumbering movements, and Feuilly scowled, stepping fully around the corner. “I said—” he repeated, breaking off when the figure half-turned to face him and for the first time, he caught sight of his face. “Grantaire?”

It was Grantaire, but Grantaire as Feuilly had never seen him, and not just because he was dragging what appeared to be a body down the road. Grantaire’s expression was haunted, his eyes wide and wild, and only when he stumbled slightly in his step did Feuilly realize that Grantaire was obviously still drunk.

Then Grantaire spoke, and all but confirmed it. “Ah, Feuilly,” Grantaire said, tripping over the familiar syllables in such a way that Feuilly marveled the man was able to stand upright, let alone drag a corpse down the street. “How does your evening fare?”

Feuilly ignored the question, certain that Grantaire would neither remember nor care about his answer. Instead, he frowned down at the body he was dragging, his eyes widening when he recognized it as the murderer Enjolras had shot earlier. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice sharper than intended.

“Corpus delicti,” Grantaire grunted, and Feuilly’s frown deepened.

“You know that I am not trained in the law as some of our brethren, but—”

“If there is no body, then a crime cannot be proven to have been committed,” Grantaire told him, with the kind of clarity of conviction only a drunkard could possess.

If Feuilly was merely confused before, now he was much closer to baffled. “I reject your premise that there was any crime,” he said, his voice low. “It was a just death. The man was a murderer.”

Grantaire shook his head. “And to punish him for his crime, Enjolras must too become a murderer,” he muttered.

Feuilly bristled, his loyalty to Enjolras outweighing whatever pity he had for Grantaire. “Listen here, Wine Cask—” he started, but Grantaire ignored him, still muttering to himself as if Feuilly had not even spoken.

“In war, one might say that all deaths are just deaths, if, at the least, the war itself is just. Jus ad bellum, jus in bello. And perhaps even at the hands of the Republic, following the laws as determined by the People, so too might there be a just death. But an unarmed man, no matter what crimes he has committed – how can we consider that just?”

“Such belated conviction, Feuilly said scornfully. “Revolution has made murderers of us all.” He paused. “Save for you, of course. I suspect the only blood you shall find on your hands at the end of this will be your own.”

Grantaire looked at him, his expression suddenly sober. “For him, I would have,” he uttered gravely, and it took Feuilly a moment to place his meaning.

“Surely you don’t mean—”

Grantaire jerked his shoulders in a shrug without lessening his grip on Le Cabuc’s corpse. “Better by far for this man’s blood to be on my hands than on his.”

Feuilly swallowed against the cold conviction in Grantaire’s tone. “Enjolras would not want that,” he said.

A horrible smile spread across Grantaire’s face. “And since when have I cared what Enjolras would want?” he sneered, though his sneer froze in place as he stared at something over Feuilly’s shoulder.

Even without turning, Feuilly knew who it must be, knew who else would be roused by this conversation, and he acknowledged Enjolras when a nod when he felt the man briefly touch his shoulder. “Return to your rest,” Enjolras ordered quietly, and Feuilly hesitated. “This is a conversation best had with just the two of us.”

Though Feuilly again nodded and stepped away, he found he could not force his feet to return to the barricade. Instead, he ducked around the corner, close enough still to observe as Enjolras approached Grantaire, his back straight and his shoulders set.

“Leave him,” Enjolras said quietly, in a tone that brooked no argument. “It is over.”

For the first time, Grantaire released Le Cabuc, dropping his body and straightening to meet Enjolras’s eye, his horrible smile for before long gone. “You commanded before that I not disgrace the barricade,” he said, his voice a broken whisper that Feuilly had to strain to hear. “Leaving him would.”

Enjolras swallowed. “So you think it a disgrace, then?” he asked. “What I did?” Grantaire did not answer and Enjolras was a silent for a moment before saying, tired more than anything else, “So be it. I have told you before, many times over, I am but human.”

“And never have I doubted it,” Grantaire told him quietly. “But I could not bear if this man’s corpse ended up buried with Jean Prouvaire, or any of our friends who may still fall.”

Enjolras winced at the mention of Prouvaire. “Who told you?” he asked, and Grantaire lifted one shoulder in a sort of half-shrug.

“My slumber was not absolute.”

Something flickered on Enjolras’s face. “Grantaire—”

“Please.” Grantaire’s voice was soft, but determined. “I have failed you so many times, in so many ways. Let me at the least do this, so that when you too are cut down, you might not go to eternity thinking that I did nothing for the Cause.”

There was a brief pause before Enjolras repeated, “For the Cause?”

Another brief pause, then— “For you,” Grantaire whispered.

Enjolras shook his head. “I have asked nothing of you,” he said, his voice low and strangely urgent, as if he sought to convince Grantaire of the same. “Nothing – save that you leave.”

Grantaire bowed his head. “And in that, too, I have failed you.”

“You need not fail in that,” Enjolras said, and Grantaire lifted his head, searching Enjolras’s expression. “If you are taking that body from the barricade, you need not return.”

Grantaire smiled again, but it was a soft sort of smile this time, nothing like the grotesque facsimile he had worn earlier. “You know that I must,” he said gently.

Enjolras did – Feuilly could see his resignation in every line of his body. And still, Enjolras asked, “Why?”

Grantaire shrugged, something almost helpless in the gesture. “For the same reason that I must remove this corpse.”

It was Enjolras’s turn to bow his head. “I have not asked this of you,” he said, his voice low.

Grantaire shrugged once more. “Some things are offered freely.”

“And if I refuse?” Enjolras asked sharply.

Grantaire’s smile widened. “It would hardly be the first time you have refused me.”

Something like a smile tugged at the corner of Enjolras’s lips. “And yet still, here you are.”

“Here I am.”

Grantaire said the three words simply, plainly, and Feuilly could not help but feel that they were substitutes for three other words that Grantaire would much rather say. He suspected Enjolras knew it too, and was unsurprised when Enjolras sighed, resigned. “Then I shall wash my hands of it. Do as you must.”

“I shall,” Grantaire said.

He turned to take up his burden once more, to continue his plodding journey into the night, but Enjolras caught his hand. “Grantaire—” Enjolras’s voice trembled, just slightly. “Fail me once more.”

Grantaire’s voice was impossibly gentle when he responded, like the caress of a lover instead of a broken whisper amongst the wreckage of dreams. “I always do.”

He twisted his wrist to raise Enjolras’s hand to his lips, bestowing a fleet kiss against the pale knuckles, the gesture more tender than any Feuilly thought he had witnessed.

Feuilly knew that he could not bear to see anymore, and so finally followed Enjolras’s command, retracing his steps back to the barricade. Courfeyrac tensed when he spotted the movement, relaxing only slightly when he saw it was Feuilly. “Well?” he asked, his call quiet so as to not disturb the rest of the men. “What was it?”

“Nothing,” Feuilly told him, knowing in his heart that he would never speak a word of what he had witnessed, and he settled down again in his spot from before, resting his back against the barricade and closing his eyes before adding, more to himself than to Courfeyrac, “Just someone saying their goodbyes.”

[oh-snapperss]

opinions on blobfish?

8/10. expression is absolutely a mood. eyes r so expressive. maybe less slime next time

[alainas-sims]

✒️ or 🕰 !!

Book-Inspired CAS Meme - accepting!

✒️ : Create a Sim based on a classic book you’ve read. + 🕰 : Create a Sim based on a historical fiction book you’ve read.

Covered both prompts in one by doing one of my favorite books, which I read for the first time last year, The Color Purple by Alice Walker, which spans from the 1900s to the 1930s. I couldn't just do one, so I made the protagonist, Celie Harris, and her husband's lover-turned-love interest, jazz singer Shug Avery. Shug's outfit is inspired by one of her outfits in the 1985 movie.

Celie: hair / face overlay (decades) / lipstick / blouse / pants

Shug: headband / hair / gray hair overlay / lipstick / necklace / dress (the flapper) / gloves / shoes

[combeauferre]

♫ combeferre !!

i have a "combeferre vibes" playlist and this is the only song on it

[c2011]

drawing sfrom white version : )

[telemy]

YOU 🫵

ARE REALLY COOL. I WANNA TRY TO BE FRIENDS BUT IM NERVY. SO INSTEAD TAKE AN ANT 🖐️🐜

Im gonna call It Ant-inous 🐜🐜🐜

And be not afraid, champ, im bad at socialising and im nervous too 🫶

[wsknbfanaccnt]

Just the Two of Us

Chapter 4 of They Act As One

Summary: Akashi invites a certain someone for a tutoring session but Seijuro has strong feelings about it.

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"We discussed no such thing!"

"I do not need your permission," Akashi furrowed his eyebrows, leaning against the car door. Seijuro paused, his eye twitching in annoyance.

"That is irrelevant." he seethed, resting his head on his knuckles.

"Besides, Father will not be home for the next few days. There is no reason you must act frantically about this." the younger twin sighed, shaking his head in annoyance. As they both arrived at the front door of their house, the twins stepped out of the car.

"Inoue-san," Akashi called out to the butler that opened the door for them to let them in. "Please inform the staff that we will have a guest over tomorrow afternoon." Seijuro clicked his tongue.

He didn't know what was bothering him so much. People have been over a bunch of times for business meetings, and sometimes even Midorima would come over. But something about a girl that Akashi specifically invited made him so agitated. He remained silent as the twins walked to their room, Akashi putting down his things.

"Oh Akashi! Uh... I need a little favor from you.."

Seijuro furrowed his eyebrows, replaying the memory in his head as he sat on his desk. The way she smiled, how a few strands of her hair fell to her face, and how she talked so casually with the two. He didn’t really like the "-sama" title, but in this case, he felt like he preferred it.

What the hell does she want with my brother?

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Much to Seijuro's displeasure, their study session arrived sooner than he had hoped. Before he knew it both of them were at the front door, leading the girl inside of their house.

"Come in, come in! Do try to make yourself at home," Akashi said cheerfully, gesturing for her to step inside. Sevia had her eyes darting everywhere, from the high ceilings to the stairs in the foyer. She hesitated with each step, feeling as if an ant in a castle.

"You never told me you two were this rich-! Woah... your house is massive!" Both the twins cringed slightly at her words.

"Ah, I didn't think it was important... nevertheless, follow me. I will lead you to our room where we can study. Or would you prefer the library?" Akashi asked, trying to turn the conversation elsewhere.

"Wherever you feel more comfortable,"

"In our room then," Akashi nodded, starting to walk through the labyrinth they call their home. Seijuro trailed behind the two, his gaze fixated on the girl.

"So... twins huh? You don't see that often,"

"Ah, yes, it does seem quite rare,"

"What is it like? Do you guys communicate telepathically?" the girl joked, chuckling to herself. The twins glanced at each other, shrugging.

"No, I don't think so," they said in unison.

"Pfft- that's so cute," she giggled, walking side by side with Akashi.

"Is it really?" Akashi lit up slightly, the girl nodding cheerfully. Behind them, Seijuro frowned. Eventually they came to a stop in front of a pair of double doors, and Akashi proceeded to open one of them.

"Set your belongings where you like." he said, pulling up Seijuro's chair to his desk so that they could sit side by side.

"You two share a room, huh? And it's perfectly divided- that's funny," she chuckled, putting her bag down on the floor next to Akashi's bed. Seijuro retreated to his own bed, laying down and pulling out his laptop with a pout on his lips which Akashi ignored.

"If there is anything you need to ensure your comfort, such as snacks or any other requests, please do not hesitate to inform me. I will have someone fetch them for you," Akashi smiled, sitting on one of the chairs.

"I will, thank you again for this," she said, taking the other and sitting down.

"Now, what did you need help with?"

"Algebra..." the girl chuckled hesitantly. Akashi smiled, taking out the textbook that they used.

"There is no need to be embarassed, Sevia. It is admirable to recognize that you need help and use resources to do so." he said in a gentle tone, opening the book to the algebra section. The girl glanced down, trying to hide her blushing smile.

"Shall we get started?"

"Yep! Let's do this."

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Akashi proved to be a excellent and natural teacher, as the two stormed through the chapter in about an hour. It was one of the many strengths that set him apart, his sharp intellect and patience. But a skill in teaching is useless when the student's brain had been worn out. Her mental energy had drained, her concentration waning.

"Wait this doesn't- okay no that's not right... the answer is 37, isn't it?"

"Not quite. Try again,"

"Ugh my brain is fried..." Sevia groaned, leaning back into the chair and sighing.

"Is that truly all you can muster?"

"Seijuro, don't be rude." Akashi raised his eyebrow. "We can take a break if you prefer," he turned back to the girl, setting his pencil down.

"Yes please. Ugh." the girl groaned, sinking in her chair. The older twin let out a soft laugh; it wasn't often that someone was so comfortable in the presence of an Akashi.

"Then what would you like to do?" Akashi asked.

"I don't know... what do you do for fun around here?"

"Hmm..." Akashi looked down, thinking. What would be interesting to her that they could do together? Neither of the twins had a lot of free time at home, so something 'fun' was rather foreign to him. Just then, an idea popped in his head.

"Hey, Seijuro?"

"Hm?"

"Would you like to take Yuki and Maru out for a ride?" Seijuro put his book down, side-eyeing his brother. Taking a deep sigh he succumbed, wanting to take a break from his own tasks anyways.

"If you insist,"

"Wait, what's Yuki and Maru?" the girl sat up straight, asking the twins.

"Oh, you'll see." said Akashi, rather excited. "Come, I'll show you."

They guided the girl through the hallways, out the doors, and all the way outside. The sun was nearing the horizon, leaving traces of blue still lingering in the sky. Eventually they stopped in front of stables.

"Wait- these are stables... you guys have horses?!" Akashi laughed, thinking the girl's reaction was quite adorable. It was rather normal to have this kind of pet in their social status, so this was quite a change.

"Maru," Akashi called out, a beautiful brown horse poking his head out of the stables.

"Hello there boy. How are you today?" Akashi smiled, stroking its neck as the horse nuzzled him. The girl gaped at them in awe, her eyes wide with excitement.

"That over there is Seijuro's horse, Yuki," Akashi said, gesturing to Seijuro who was feeding the white horse a carrot.

"Oh it's white! So pretty-!"

"Yes, very. But quite sassy as well, she only has eyes for Seijuro. Even I can't ride her, she simply refuses," Akashi chuckled.

"She exemplifies loyalty, not sass." Seijuro snapped at his brother.

"Whatever you say," Akashi rolled his eyes.

"So you know how to ride them??"

"Yes. Often Seijuro and I ride together when we have free time. Would you like to try?"

"Can I?!"

"But of course." Akashi reached out and grabbed a riding helmet. He brushed her hair from her face and placed it on her head snugly, securing the straps and making sure it's tight. The slight blush on her cheeks did not go unnoticed by the redhead.

"How does that feel?"

"It's perfect, thank you."

"Now, stay away from his hind legs just in case." he said, opening the gate and leading Maru out of the stables.

"Come here boy, let's go on a ride. We do have a guest, so let's keep it modest, shall we?" he said as he strapped the saddle to the horse. As the girl hesitated, Akashi stepped closer, extending his arm to her.

"Allow me to assist you," he said, his voice calm and steady as he lifted her onto the horse with ease.

"Find your balance, and grab onto the saddle in front," Akashi instructed, climbing up onto the horse himself.

"Make haste," Sejiuro said impatiently, Yuki pacing around in one spot.

"If you're so eager to rush, then by all means, go ahead," Akashi responded, which earned an eyeroll from his younger brother.

"Come on, girl..." Seijuro hissed, riding off in one direction.

"I do apologize for his behavior... I'm not quite sure what has gotten into him."

"Oh, don't worry. Looks to me that there's something bothering him,"

"You think so?" Akashi looked over to the direction where Seijuro went, a bit worried.

"Well, for now let us enjoy the ride. Hold on tight," he told her, the girl grabbing the saddle horn.

"Come now, Maru," Akashi said, tapping the horse's neck twice. Akashi held the reigns as the horse started to walk. The girl squealed softly, giggling as she heard the clip-clop of the horse's hooves on the grass.

"This is so cool...!" she said, wiggling in excitement. Akashi chuckled softly, clicking his tongue twice to signal the horse to go a bit faster. Off they went to the grassy hills, against the sun. Sevia closed her eyes and took a deep breath, spreading her arms to feel the wind.

"This feels like flying~"

"Wait- be careful, Sevia-"

"You'll catch me, won't you?" the girl said, not even looking back at the redhead. Akashi smiled softly, keeping one hand on the reigns and wrapping one of his arm around her waist to keep her from falling.

"Of course I will," he whispered, letting her enjoy herself in silence. The wind played with her hair, the sunlight kissing their faces, the crisp, fresh air filled her lungs, and the arm that wrapped around her so securely. All of it was simply so euphoric.

Seijuro watched them from a distance, keeping still on his horse. He just stared, letting his mind wander as he soaked up the sun. It was something sort of melancholy, intertwined with a lingering sense of anger. It reminded him of when the twins were younger, racing against the wind and laughing. The corner of his mouth curled up into a slight smile, remembering how Maru tripped and Akashi fell off his horse with a bad scrape. He had to carry him inside, and little Seijuro never left his twin's side.

It was so perfect... just the two of us.

Was that it? Did he just fear an intruder possibly wedging in between the two? Or was it change that he feared?

No... this is the fear of being cast aside.

But this was different than what he felt at Teiko. Akashi was perfectly happy to grow in his own pace, but Seijuro forced himself to. For his brother. And now his brother was going to leave him behind. But if Akashi was happy in his life, shouldn't he be happy for him?

Eventually, he won't need me anymore.

And it's because of that girl.

His thoughts were interrupted as he saw two hands waving in the distance, finally noticing the calls of the two.

"Seijuroooo!!!"

"Seijuro, join us here!!!" They called out, standing by a bench. Seijuro shook his head with a soft chuckle, smiling softly. Eventually, he made his way to the two.

Akashi nii-san wouldnt allow that...

...right?

[tsuki-sennin]

Double Despair Gotcha Double Feature~! Kamen Rider Gotchard 36 and 37~! We're free of Kaguya but at what cost? /j

Spoilers, I guess...

-Hotaro, did you lay this egg?

-Hello, Lachesis! Time for a bit of decompression.

-Comedy~!

-Pretty good, Renge-san!

-HE SCHMOVIN????

-HE SCHMOVIN THO????

-Gonna be honest, Lachesis is how I'm feelin' rn

-It worked~!

-She did it! :D

-Shut up, we'll take it~!

-Hello, Alchemist Union People.

-GIGIST????

-HELLO???

-Oh, I see

-"I'm an Empath."

-...really, the jokes write themselves here.

-Being funny is a skill, my guys.

-Ohh...

-Hopper1 is the Chosen1

-This book has such an adorable art style

-That's it! I've come up with a new recipeh!

-"Ohhhhh, you've got moxie in you, huh? Very well then..."

-Ohh/////....

-You'd best fold now, Valvarad.

-"My Empath senses tell me that you're kind of a sad little bitch boy."

-"Perhaps I'll end you instead then..."

-Oh shit, Black Flames

-They're coming back...

-Kamen Riders...

-Gotta say, I love the way Gigist looks

-It's like Arceus mixed with Zant from Twilight Princess.

-Oh fuck, Clotho!

-TimeLord...

-The orange Gotchard's timeline...

-We did the Time Warp again.

-"I will be taking my egg back, thank you."

-ANTROOPER SKEBOWS NOOO

-A locust...

-"Chemies are sweet and pure little critters!!!!"

-...suppose my Arceus comparison wasn't far off.

-NOOOOOO SKEBOOOOOOOWS

-He juiced them into a Malgam!

-MoonCerberus my beloved

-Good luck with that, Rinne, we'll just be over here

-Skebows... :(

-Hotaro can't bring himself to hurt a pal...

-Going all out today, I see!

-Skebows...?

-"Good going, dumbass!"

-...Oh... Oh no...

-Skebows...?

-They bleached him...

-Help us Hopper1, you're our only hope

-Take them to the emergency room!

-Oh!

-He's immutable.

-Skebows....

-We killed him...

-Hopper1...

-Hotaro-san.....

-In fields of gold...

-Antrooper this time....

-Little ant guys....

-OH MY GOD IT'S A DOG!!!!

-Hopper1 Quest :)

-Hello, Mrs. Ichinose

-"...hey uh... you doin' okay, sweetie?"

-Pancakes.....

-Those're some thick bastards, goddamn.

-Thanks, Dad.

-Oishi...

-The world has many treasures, Hotaro-kun

-He gone!

-Left the poor stegosaurus right there...

-Subdued??

-She's quite a beast, that Antrooper.

-Ohhhh... I see how it is...

-A transmutation from a Chemy...

-"Can I have my Dad back, Gigist-sama?"

-"Oh, how adorable... Atropos thinks she's people."

-"Oh... okay."

-Fucks me right up

-Hopper1...

-Spice.....

-"Antrooper, girl, c'mon! We're pals, aren't we!?"

-...she's hesitating...

-Oh

-Oh...

-Antrooper.....

-She's down...

-Oh no

-"Be consumed..."

-Hopper1...

-Crosshopper!

-Oh no

-...it looks so much like Clotho's Rebis form...

-Father Arceus with no love for his children.

-Locusts...

-"Ichinose Hotaro... fall into the darkness... let your heart be swallowed by malice and despair."

-Hopper1...

-Oh no

-Tenliner.....

-That is foul

-Akiko Inoue, you are every bit as evil as your father.

-Massive respect though, your vision is simply immaculate.

-Agony

-E

-Hotaro, did you lay this egg???

-Three friends lost...

-For Hotaro-kun, even one is too many.

-Over the Rainbow...

[faggotwalkwithme]

9 people you want to get to know better

ty for the tag @peach0cake!!!

Three Ships: qpr jarthur (john and arthur from malevolent), sly/michael (from woe.begone) and dasil (dorian/basil from the picture of dorian gray)

First Ever Ship: i GUESS spottedleaf/firestar from warriors, but my first ever ship that i was like. online about is lams 😭

Last Song: push by the cure

Last Movie: paul blart mall cop (don't question it, we were committed to the bit)

Currently Reading: reanimator novelisation!!

Currently Watching: twin peaks, bluey rewatch, seinfeld rewatch and M*A*S*H :3

Currently consuming: i just woke up so im gonna make myself a vegemite sandwich lol

Currently craving: idk i just woke up

no pressure tags: @threearmsally @queerinyellow @ant-inous @graciecreates

[garotadoinverno]

Blue Flame

I. CHEGADA

A Ásia parecia um novo começo, eles terem matado a tutora antes de pegarem aquele barco, parecia o plano perfeito de se livrarem dos abusos físicos e psicológicos do ministério. Era um plano de merda colocar jovens em tal situação, mas a ficha deles ficavam escondidas. Era um projeto obscuro do ministério. Afinal, menores de idade não deveriam ter treinamento militar e se envolver em guerras. Exceto que os usavam para serem soldados sem emoção. Com a criação vinda desde que eram novos, era mais fácil terem a personalidade moldada. Por isso, não demorou muito para que o ministério do Japão descobrissem o paradeiro deles e os convocasse a irem a sede.

— Nós vamos fingir que a tutora de vocês não morreu de forma extremamente suspeita no meio de uma mata, bem longe dos bombardeiros da guerra, em um local muito próximo ao quão vocês possivelmente pegaram o barco para fugir da Rússia. Entretanto, os serviços de vocês serão prestados para nós agora, até porque são menores de idade e os documentos de vocês estão todos conosco. É um convite amigável, mas que vocês não podem negar, porque não tem escolhas. — A mais velha andava de um lado para o outro, uma voz amigável, porém, com uma das mãos empunhadas na varinha que estava no bolso de seu casaco, como se tivesse a plena ciência do quão perigoso aqueles dois juntos poderiam ser. — Para dar esse recado, você podia ter mandado uma carta. Não é como se tivéssemos algum poder de escolha aqui, não é? — Cifer cruzou os braços em frente ao corpo, sentado na cadeira, enquanto encarava a mulher. — E como vai ser? Vamos ter outra mãe postiça que vai nos acordar com gás lacrimogêneo às 5h da manhã para nós treinar para ataques imprevistos? — A expressão de Inoue era impassível, já estava tão exausta daquele ciclo sem fim, que sequer conseguia ter algum tipo de reação do tipo. — Vamos deixar vocês terem a vida de vocês, mas vão precisar estar presentes aqui em todos os nossos chamados, sem exceção, ou nós iremos atrás de vocês. A linha entre vocês serem jovens heróis do ministério e bruxos inconsequentes que tentam atacar o ministério e são presos, é muito tênue. Espero que se lembrem disso.

II. EQUALIZAR

Só o fato de não ter uma maluca gritando e batendo neles em toda oportunidade, já fazia com que a vida deles se tornassem muito mais fácil. Era realmente uma nova experiência estar em uma escola como um aluno comum e não como um soldado que está sempre buscando informações a espreita. Para Cifer, tudo havia se tornado mais simples. Assistir aulas, ficar com Poppy nos tempos livres, e ter uma vida social, era algo que mesmo nos seus melhores sonhos, jamais imaginou ter. Mas sempre, durante um período do dia, ele se reunia com Inoue para treinarem juntos, até um dos dois estar completamente sem forças. Não porque realmente ainda tivessem a obrigação de precisarem fazer aquilo, mas porque era um hábito. Ele sabia que o ministério era instável e que mesmo falando que ele só precisaria cumprir ordens, ainda poderiam ser o motivo de trazerem aurores aquela escola, e eles não tinham um histórico bom com o ministério. Seu treinamento principal era estar treinado para o que poderia vir e isso nunca saía de sua cabeça. Tentava amenizar a situação por conta da namorada, porque sabia o quanto ela odiava tudo aquilo, desde que soube o quão desgraçada foi a vida deles, mas não é como se tivessem muita escolha. Ele vivia tenso, era a realidade. Inoue sempre foi melhor com armamentos, então tinha verdadeiros pesadelos noturnos sobre não lutar do jeito que deveria, mesmo sendo ótima. Por isso, se submetia a exaustão nos treinos, na maioria das vezes com Cifer ganhando as lutas, porque sempre foi melhor que ela nessa parte, só para sentir que estava dando seu máximo. Foi treinada para dar o seu 100%, mesmo que seu corpo não estivesse em tais condições. Eram realmente máquinas de guerra, por isso, escondiam a todo custo a existência deles entre aurores, até que tivessem idade o suficiente. O momento em que se permitia relaxar, era quando estava com Jimmy, porque ele sempre tinha uma visão

diferente dos demais. Achava até mesmo graça do quão animado ele ficava em saber sobre as habilidades dela de luta. Até mesmo prometia ensinar ele, se ele quisesse. Era o verdadeiro momento de paz, antes de voltar para a energia caótica de militar.

III. MUDANÇA

Quando receberam a nova carta do ministério sobre uma mudança no acordo deles, um ano depois, já estavam preparados para o pior. Mudanças nunca eram boas. E ainda faltavam um ano para atingirem a maioridade.

— A partir de hoje, vocês vão ter um líder. Então, vão responder a ele diretamente. — Ótimo, vai começar a palhaçada toda de novo. — Cifer resmungou revirando os olhos, até olhar para o lado e ver Inoue completamente estática. — Não vai acontecer nada com você, eu não deixava da última vez, não vai ser agora que vai acontecer. — Algum dia esse inferno vai acabar? — Foi a única coisa que a garota conseguiu falar, enquanto respirava fundo. — Adorei a animação de vocês, gosto de soldados empolgados assim. Cifer quase levantou a mão para mostrar o dedo médio a mais velha, mas Inoue segurou seu braço. — Não vale a pena. — Murmurou. — Esse é Reiner Braun, tenho certeza que vão se dar super bem.

Inoue arregalou os olhos, enquanto Reiner apenas maneou a cabeça negativamente, para que ela não esboçasse nenhum tipo de reação. O fato de que Reiner saiu do exército e foi direto para o Ministério, fez com que apenas ela o conhecesse por causa dos Ozu, já que ele não frequentava a escola. — Espero que estejam preparados para trabalharem comigo, tenho certeza que vamos colher ótimos resultados juntos.

IV. PLANO FINAL

Quando Reiner buscou o Ministério, ele apenas tinha falado sobre seu ótimo desempenho no exército coreano, e como queria ajudar a evitar ataques contra eles. Óbvio que sabiam que ele estava no ataque a Mahoutokoro, mas aparentemente, a parte dele ser animago, não tinha realmente vindo a tona ou apenas acharam que era algum surto em meio a guerra, já que ninguém foi atrás dele depois. Quando finalmente conseguiu se reunir com os dois sem os olhos e os ouvidos do ministério, a postura séria relaxou. — Prazer, sou Reiner. Um dos filhos adotivos dos Ozu. — Estendeu a mão para Cifer, que ficou confuso por alguns segundos, até que entendeu porque Inoue parecia despreocupada. — Reunião de família no ministério, então? — Inoue acabou emitindo uma risada baixa, no processo. — Praticamente. Mas eu precisei insistir muito para ser líder de vocês, por um único motivo. O Ministério vem fodendo tudo que eu conheço desde sempre. A gente vai implodir ele, assim que soubermos todas as fraquezas e sei que só posso confiar em vocês para isso. — Finalmente um plano que eu gosto dentro dessa merda. — Cifer relaxou a postura. — Então, temos um plano. — Ótimo. — Ótimo.

[sulan1809]

Gridman - Um Tokusatsu esquecido que virou anime...

Se você assistia Tokusatsu nos anos 1990, existe a probabilidade de você lembrar de séries do gênero, como Kamen Rider e Ultraman, por exemplo. O gênero de anime estilo Mecha já não é mais popular como era antes, mas ainda é um gênero muito importante e influente dentro dos animes. Um dos gêneros mais populares no Japão é o Tokusatsu, que é bem representado pelos Power Rangers em terras ocidentais. No começo dos anos 1990, teve uma série que fugiu dos parâmetros fundamentais de Ultraman ao implementar lutas de gigantes contra monstros virtuais, com suporte de Mechas, Gridman the Hyper Agent(電光超人グリッドマン), que foi elaborada pela Tsuburaya Productions, empresa muito renomada por Ultraman.

Na premissa da série de 1993, três adolescentes, Naoto Sho, Yuka Inoue e Ippei Baba, estavam desenvolvendo um software através de um supercomputador chamada Junk, até que um acidente funde o programa que eles elaboravam com um policial interdimensional chamado Gridman. Do outro lado, Kahn Digifer, um poderoso demônio digital, entrou no computador de um jovem revoltado chamado Takeshi Todo, que fez um acordo com ele para se vingar das pessoas que o humilharam, e com a ajuda do demônio imperial do ciberespaço, ele cria monstros virtuais para aterrorizar o mundo virtual. Durante a crise digital, Naoto e Gridman se fundem, e eles enfrentam os monstros criados por Takeshi e Kahn Digifer... Esta série serviu de base para Superhuman Samurai Syber-Squad, uma adaptação americana que a DiC Entertainment licenciou da Tsuburaya Productions para competir com um fenômeno que estava em grande ascensão naquela época: Mighty Morphin Power Rangers.

No ano de 2017, o Studio Trigger anuciou que iria fazer um reboot no formato anime sobre uma série de tokusatsu esquecida há 24 anos. Este reboot foi denominado SSSS.Gridman com as quatro letras "S" iniciais referenciando Super Human Samurai Syber-Squad, e apropriadamente, a adaptação em anime combina elementos de ambos os predecessores, a versão original(Gridman) e a adaptação ocidental(Superhuman Samurai Syber-Squad), em algo extremamente novo, e o herói titular, Gridman, parece mais próximo de um Mecha do que um personagem de Tokusatsu, enquanto que outros membros do Gridman Team se transformam em veículos. Falando sobre mechas, a escolha artística para a série aborda elementos de uma série de Robôs em Disfarce que você deve conhecer bem: Transformers. Embora SSSS.Gridman teve apenas 12 episódios em 2018, tornou-se rapidamente a entrada de maior sucesso da franquia devido ao quanto reviveu a propriedade.

Em 2021, SSSS.Gridman teve uma continuação, SSSS.Dynazenon, que teve design e premissa mais apropriados para uma série de anime Super Robot. Essa evolução abraçou totalmente o gênero mecha e solidificou a transição para uma direção longe das raízes clássicas do gênero Tokusatsu, mesmo que agora houvesse um universo Gridman estabelecido através do anime predecessor. A Takara Tomy (empresa que administra a franquia Transformers no Japão) também estaria envolvida na produção de Dynazenon, uma vez que a companhia havia trabalhado na série de 1993 previamente.

[nancyboy1997]

ok so the podg romcom!!!! i can’t say too much but basically @pa-pa-pa-pa-papageno and @date-mate-re-animate and i have a silly joke of which nothing will ever come out of. definitely. where we are like hmm what if we made a modern-ish romcom tv show about the picture of dorian gray

some key details: victor is a cat. lord henry is matt berry? dorian wears so much pink like literally so much. also his entire room is pink. it’s super gay. transgender.

@ant-inous @the-m1nd-electr1c if i remember more things i will add on! also art and mars will probably have things to say as well!!!!

[common-grackle]

ooh family arson night

YES PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!! @kentucky-fried-thea @ant-inous what are we burning down

[kaya16universe]

Retro Random: La vuelta de Slam Dunk!

Y para arrancar este blog ya voy a caer en la sección Retro Random recordando (y verborreando) un poco la gran serie de Slam Dunk, que marcó mi infancia y mi gusto por el Básquet. Aviso que todo es una opinión personal basada en mi fanatismo por la serie, por ende, la realidad puede lucir distorsionada (?

Empecemos.

A pesar de que vi muchas series de anime sobre este deporte, Slam Dunk siempre encabezó mi lista. No importa el tiempo que pase, podría mirarlo siempre. Tiene ese no sé qué, te hace sentir feliz.

En ningún otro anime de Básquet pude encontrar tanto realismo en un dibujo, una trama de puta madre, crecimiento en los personajes, momentos emocionantes que te arrancaban las lágrimas, amores no correspondidos, diversidad de personajes (no eran hegemónicos, ¡gracias Takehiko!), problemas de la sociedad reflejados en chicos solitarios y rebeldes, un Japón muy de los 90, unas clavadas de la concha de la lora, de esas que te hacen levantar de la silla y gritar gol aunque no sea Fútbol. Unos temazos que terminaban en pogo, las peleas de machomen que nada tenían que envidiarle a las de Dbz, la tenacidad de Hanamichi, nuestro querido número 10, y así podría seguir un buen rato. Todo me encantó desde el principio. Apenas vi el primer capítulo, pensé: esto no es un Shonen más, acá se llora loco. Porque claro que los hombres también lloran (¡gracias de nuevo, maestro Take, por normalizar lo que siempre debió ser normalizado!).

Estábamos en los 90, qué te puedo decir. Todo se vivía con otra intensidad, todo era, de algún modo, más natural. Fui afortunada y pude vivir la serie en la época en la que se engendró (a Argentina nos llegó a finales de los noventa e inicio del 2000, pero básicamente era la misma década), así que me era fácil sentirme identificada con el ambiente noventoso de su momento y ahora sentirme nostálgica por añorar al mismo; la escuela de ese tiempo, la falta de celulares, la vida más de calle, los amigos, las risas, los juegos, los sueños, la inocencia y sencillez de antes. Todo era diferente. Los colores cálidos, la música, el olor en el aire, la ropa, los peinados. Por dios esos peeelos con una pizca de los ochenta ♥

Sí, éramos un poco más problemáticos y había muchísimas cosas que socialmente eran terribles y que, por suerte, ahora están cambiando, pero no les puedo decir cómo extraño la simpleza que tanto caracterizaba la década de los 90. Con simpleza me refiero a que no se vivía el estrés de hoy, dado que no había el circuito de información abismal que hoy se maneja o la necesidad de estar en portada todo el tiempo. Era, literalmente, otro mundo, y lo extraño como una vieja chota. Y eso que ni pasé los 31.

Cada vez que veo Slam Dunk me transporto a esos días de colores sepia en los que tenía once años y vivía jugando al Básquet en el parque aunque fuera un pitufo de altura. Lo único que importaba era divertirse, ser feliz no para mostrarlo sino solo para sentirlo.

Y hablando de colores, esta serie también nos regaló unos Aesthetic noventosos re lindos, donde podemos apreciar la típica paleta de colores cálidos de la época.

Personalmente, lo prefiero así al brillo extremo que le meten hoy en día al anime. Creo que para contar bien una historia también hay que saber bien cómo retractarla. Ahí entra el tema de la fotografía que, bien aplicada, aporta al ambiente y a las sensaciones. Me pasa algo similar con Hunter x Hunter 1999 (serie a la cual le voy a dar su merecido espacio más adelante), que utiliza una paleta de colores cálidos y sombras bien oscuras que aportan suspenso a la trama y me hacen seguir prefiriendo la versión retro a la del 2011. Pero volvamos a la fotografía de Slam Dunk:

Más vintage imposible. Hermoso ♥

Por supuesto, no es el único anime que me lleva a esos días retro, pero hoy decidí hablar de él en conmemoración por la peli que el maestro Takehiko Inoue decidió regalarnos. Qué grandeee Takeee!

Los clásicos no mueren, incluso aunque el final del manga me haya dejado mordiéndome las uñas. Creo que, además de sentir curiosidad por el futuro de todos nuestros protagonistas, que poco se ha revelado, todos queríamos ver si Haruko finaaalmente le iba a corresponder a Hanamichi; el rey de los rechazos. Me la juego por el no.

Haruko fue -sin saberlo- la luz que nuestro pelirrojo necesitaba para encontrar su propio camino; el Básquet. Ambos viven un amor no correspondido y se refugian en el otro. Lo verdaderamente importante no es tanto la relación entre ellos sino el cambio que produjo el encuentro de ambos. Si no fuera por Haruko, Hanamichi seguiría perdido regalando trompadas a diestra y siniestra. Ningún encuentro es casual, dicen.

Haruko, con el paso de la serie, se la ve más madura y dejando atrás su admiración para con Rukawa (para mí solo era admiración, cosas de la adolescencia). Se corta el pelo (típica japoneseada que significa dejar atrás a un amor marchito o madurar en sí) y sigue adelante, quizá dándonos a entender que hay un lugarcito para el diez en su corazón. Capaz soñamos de más. Lo más romántico que llegamos a ver de estos dos en el anime fue en uno de los últimos capítulos, donde Hanamichi casi se le declara en el festival. Pero bueno, malió sal.

Y todo por un mosquito.

Amo que Hanamichi es re sensible xD mi vida. Por suerte, el malentendido de la cachetada y el mosquito se solucionó rápido. Pero seguimos en la misma, ninguno de los dos avanza (sin contar la confesión ambigua del pelirrojo en el manga). Creo que Haruko, aunque peca de distraída, ya para esa instancia de la serie sabe muy bien lo que siente Hanamichi por ella, pero tira boluda porque no sabe si corresponderle. Es decir, todo este tiempo solo tuvo ojos para este muchachito:

No te podemos culpar, Haruko. Rukawa es un anti, pero se parte al medio. Entendemos que te cueste olvidarlo.

Al menos la cita entre ellos terminó dentro de todo bien.

Para mí todo va a quedar en una muy linda amistad, y me parece perfecto. Son re chistosos juntos, siento que son igual de boludos. Los quiero mucho :(

Y hablando de boludos, una de las cosas que más me divertía de la serie eran las interacciones entre Rukawa y Sakuragi. Son los típicos perro y gato que tarde o temprano empezás a shippear porque medio que es inevitable no caer en el team enemies to lovers.

Gracias a ellos (y a un par más) le agarré el gustito al Yaoi (mucho gustito, ju ju). Y como quiero desarrollarlos bien, voy a proceder a hacer una segunda parte de esto para sacar a relucir todo mi fangirleo con estos dos rivales eternos.

Los leo ahí ♥

Les dejo una musiquita para la espera:

[spaceny]

“#” - naoki & kana

# with @mverickz [aceitando]

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone?

a naoki é muito profissional com suas colegas de trabalho (ainda mais pra evitar rumores), então no início o contato da kana era só inoue kana. muito chique... até elas começarem a ficar próximas e se tornar kana-chan... e então ficar a coisa mais boiola que é minha flor 🌸. quem pode culpa-la por amar demais?

-��what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone?

bom, no início a naoki só não colocou nada (ela tava tentando, ok), mas aí quando elas começaram a sair acabou se tornando essa e... precisa de explicação??? mas depois que elas começaram a ficar oficiais a naoki veio toda envergonhada tipo... "👉👈 p-podemos usar matching...?" e agora elas usam essa e essa.

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone?

caso você não tenha percebido... a naoki é BOIOLA E GADO, mas simplesmente porque nunca teve a chance de vivenciar um namorinho ou alguém que tivesse coragem de assumir ela, então... seria essa coisa fofa aqui. e o pior é que elas nem precisariam estar namorando porque eu imagino um dia a naoki cochilando antes do ensaio e todo mundo tentando acordar ela, mas só a kana consegue. e aí ela colocou essa música de trocadilho.

[telemy]

What other things are you into ? Like other communities ((:

Have another ant so Ant-inous isn't lonely 🖐️🐜

Im slightly into Gravity Falls. But not too much. I like Epic And greek mythology the most, so i would only do greek mythology stuff. Thats my preference

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