#anyways that panel lives rent free in my head

[genxnarumi]

yeah so, this sums up my journey with kashima. i was travelling a lot because i was fixing up my new place which was 1,5 hr away from the place i then lived at and finally picked up sakamoto days, which i’d been meaning to read for a while then, to pass the time. and i started off being a shin girlie then (expected) a nagumo girlie. all fun and games.

here comes this stupid character with a deer head and i’m like wtf. okay! (by the way, i was live tweeting everything to my friend in dm’s. as i always do. she doesn’t read manga but she basically read the whole manga through all the panels with commentary i kept sending her. she witnessed my downfall in real time)

his stupid ass starts crying during that confrontation with shishiosa and taro, and i just had to laugh out loud on the train bc wtf is the hypocrisy. is this guy for real. someone needs to gag him and shut him up

then that first panel where he takes off his mask with the stupid rambling about people’s feelings, i just paused, closed the manga, sat in silence for a while, opened the manga again, screenshotted the panel and sent it to my friend with no elaboration whatsoever (she was just like “?”)

and when i finally continued reading and his stupid little weapons emerged, i thought oh this guy is a freak. gross. stay away from me. (the most beautiful man i’ve ever seen in my life. DANGER)

safe to say i haven’t shut up about him for even half an hour since. i think my friend immediately clocked that i was cooked. (i denied it, even if i kept talking about him. obviously that was just disdain. duh.)

that’s my emotional support idiot now. i would go to war for him and sometimes all that’s keeping me going is, i haven’t even seen kashima come back yet. utterly pathetic but here we are 🤧👎

[stranger-awakening]

One Piece Episode 102 / Episode 377

"I might not have the same bounty on my head as Luffy at the moment, but I swear to you that I'm destined to become the greatest swordsman the world has ever known. Surely that must be worth something."

[nyxi-pixie]

yk usually im like teehee i love skk arguing all the time theyre so mutual hatred as flirting but then sometimes they just do shit thats like. outwardly in love w each other and now im sitting here jealous and yearning for the same thing like wtf ur supposed to be silly and an embarassment to anyone with dignity... like.. why am i over here pining for someone to hold hands w ME to save the day. or let me rest my head on their thigh😓😥😓😓😓😭😭😥😓😓😥😓😥😥

[blissfullyapillow]

I don’t know what hurts more— seeing all the happy, silly headcanons & art of JJK characters knowing they’ll never get to experience that with one another, or consuming the gorgeous animation and enjoying the hype of a newly released episode only to watch all your favorite characters die and/or lose a limb… 🫠

[awkward-halfhug]

The best spidey comic villain isnt actually doc ock or green goblin or any of the sinister six

It's Goom (Earth-20051) from Marvel Adventures Spider-Man #4

[margowritesthings]

BITE ME

pairing: Vampire!Arthur Morgan x Human!f!reader word count: 4091 words warnings: 18+ minors DNI, explicit sexual content, explicit language, piv intercourse, fingering (r receiving), biting and blood play, vampire feeding authors note: happy halloween my loves! this is a day late, but time isn't real anyway so we can all just pretend it is yesterday... right?? anyway, this au is now living rent free in my mind. i'm obsessed.

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beta read by @cowboydisaster, divider by @saradika

The wooden panels nailed to the broken windows of the manor allow for tiny slats of moonlight to invade onto your skin, bathing you in a white glow. Peering through the gaps, you can see the distant campfire those bastard Pinkertons set up down by the swamp, but you know they’re surrounding you, boxing you into Shady Belle like fish in a barrel. 

It’s been three days of a stalemate, the Pinkertons keeping their distance, brave enough to come with guns and firepower but just cowardly enough to not advance towards the monster they’ve heard only legend of, lest he rip their throats out and drain their life away. No, they’d rather wait around until they can drag his starved body out and be hailed heroes.

That “monster” sits mere feet away from you leaning against the wall, pale skin paler still, his chin tilted upwards as he fights the weight of his own skull. It’s killing you, watching your Arthur grow weaker by the hour. Three days of hiding out in Shady Belle, unable to leave for fear of being hunted for sport, but it’s been much longer since he last fed. They have you trapped, completely and truly. If Arthur held even half his usual strength, it would have been so easy to escape. He’d have overpowered them in seconds, no matter their numbers or firepower. But for that, he’d need to feed on the blood of another, which has made things much harder.

You try to relax your worried features when you see him start to wake, rubbing the crease out from between your eyebrows formed by the frown you hold whenever you watch him sleep, too scared to look away in case he stops stirring. 

“Arthur…” You whisper on an exhale, quickly moving to sit beside him on the little bed. As always, his skin feels like marble, cold enough to seep through his shirt and scatter goose pimples over your arms. You’re used to the cold, what you don’t like is the thin layer of sweat coating him. Vampires shouldn’t sweat, but they also shouldn’t go so long without feeding, and the thought of this being a symptom of time running out terrifies you more than any number of monsters out camping in those woods.

“Hey, sweetheart…” Arthur shuffles to make room for you, guiding you to rest your head on his hard chest. There’s normally more muscle here cushioning you from his ribcage, but with Arthur so sick you can feel every bone beneath you.

“You get any sleep?”

There’s always the option to lie so he worries less, but Arthur knows you too well for that, so only the truth will have to do.

You shake your head, “Was keeping watch. They haven’t moved, think they’re still shit-scared of you, actually.” 

Absent-mindedly, Arthur’s hand gravitates to the top of your head, stroking your hair in such a way that sends tingles down your spine. Even now, in the midst of perhaps the most danger you’ve ever been in together, his very touch has the power to calm you instantaneously. 

He huffs a laugh, though you notice the slight wheeze to his breath when he does and another pang of worry hits you, “Course they are. Call themselves goddamn hunters, couldn’t catch a cold in Colter…” A pause, where you fill the silence with that tiny little laugh you’ve barely been mustering lately, then, “You should get some sleep, darlin’.” 

“Not tired.” You protest, almost childishly, burying yourself further into Arthur’s chest. In truth, you’re exhausted, and even though he already knows it, you won’t admit it. You can’t tell him that you’re too scared to fall asleep in case you wake up alone, that there’s no point anyway because nightmares of him withering away to nothing here beside you will drag you back awake soon enough. 

You both know this can’t go on for much longer. Something has to be done, and you know you have to be the one to do it. It’s just the convincing… 

“C’mon, baby…” He starts, but you won’t hear it. You’re not going to sleep. You’re going to fix this.

“You have to feed on me.” You blurt out, glad to be nuzzled into your beloved’s shirt so you don’t have to see whatever expression your statement has pulled from him. 

It’s not spontaneous, no sudden solution that has sprung into your mind this very moment. You’ve suggested it before, albeit never so forcefully, Arthur brushing you off like the idea is unfathomable. Explaining that he would never feed from you, terrified he’d lose control and hurt you. He could never hurt you. If there are such things as absolutes, that is one of them, you know it.

“No.” He’s blunt, clearly hoping his tone had enough force to end it there. But you’re strong, your will to keep fighting for him an everlasting force enough to match his. 

“Arthur-” You unravel from him to sit up and meet his eye, yours pleading, his hardened. 

“Darlin’, I said no. I mean it. I promised you I would never hurt ya’, and shit have I broke a lot of promises in my life… but not that one. N-Never that one. No.” 

“You’re going to die, Arthur. If you don’t do this you’re going to die and you’re gonna leave me all on my own to face those bastards a-and,” Dammit, when did you start crying? “And I can’t do it without ya, Arthur you know I can’t-”

“Yes you can-”

“Well I don’t want to!”  You shout, bursting the bubble of quiet around the Manor, your echo riding the wave of birds flocking out of the trees. Sobs threaten to break your strength, but you have to say this. It’s the very last card you have to play. After a few moments, tension between you growing palpable enough to cut with a knife, Arthur closes his mouth, letting you continue. 

“Arthur, you’re all I have left… You think I’m a sharp enough shooter to get by them? Fine. But say I kill ‘em all, then what? Find somewhere to live and carry on? I ain’t… I can’t lose you, Arthur. But I can save you, if you let me. Please.” 

Time feels as though it stops entirely when you see Arthur actually considering your words. Tears streak your cheeks, but your boots could ignite right on your feet and you might not notice in this moment. He looks so tortured in thought, no doubt imagining the life you would lead if you left him behind. He’s sure you’re strong enough, he knows you can do anything, but his heart breaks thinking of you all alone. 

You reach for Arthur’s hands, feeling his cold skin tremble. 

“I… What if I lose control? What if I hurt you? Sweetheart, you know what I get like when I-”

“But you won’t. You know how much blood I can afford to give you, and I know you, Arthur. You’d never hurt me.” 

You elect not to tell him that any blood that runs through your body belongs to him already, your heart pumping it through your veins only for him. 

You don’t tell him you’d die for him, because you know he’d never let you. 

He’s silent, contemplating. 

Please.

Please.

“...You start feeling faint or anything, you fuckin’ tell me, alright?” His tone holds an attempt at sternness, but it bothers you none. You can hardly hear him for the rush of relief flowing over you. 

“I-I will. I promise.” And you mean it. The two of you are two entwined souls, neither trusting the other to have enough will to keep fighting if anything happened to them. 

Arthur takes a deep breath in, almost like he’s giving himself an extra few seconds to back out of this, before sighing it out. 

“Alright.”

The breath that hitched in your throat an age ago releases and you wipe your tears away hurriedly with the back of your hand. 

“Oh, thank you, Arthur…” You’re so ecstatic, so grateful that he’s letting you save him that all you can do is launch yourself over to him, kissing him with all the passion the universe has offered you to gift him. Your hands fall to either side of his face, caressing his marble skin in a way that emits a tiny groan from him. Over the last few days, you’ve cuddled up to him a lot, but there hasn’t been much contact like this. Needy and wanting, loving and layered with everything from I Love You to Let Me Save You. Arthur is a starved man, but not just for blood. For you, body, blood and soul. 

Arthur snakes one arm around your waist, even with his reduced strength still able to pull you over to straddle his lap. You’d have protested, citing that he’s too sick to be holding your weight like this, but now that this is really happening you’re getting kind of nervous, and the thought of being so close to him, arms wrapped around your frame while he feeds on your blood, comforts you hugely. And there’s no backing out, not from this, so straddle him you will. 

Despite everything, Arthur’s cool touch sets you aflame. He trails his fingertips up and down your spine, his other hand firmly gripping your ass. His tongue teases your bottom lip until you open up to him, tasting him as he does you. He tastes…like Arthur. He might argue that he’s some monster, committing evil acts in the name of survival, but you know better. He’s your Arthur, he always has been. 

The world melts around you, leaving just you and Arthur, loving each other, saving each other. That one long kiss breaks into smaller ones, until Arthur is peppering your lips, cheeks and nose with tiny kisses, glistening red eyes welling with emotion.

“It was always gonna be you, wasn’t it? You were always gonna save me…” He whispers, almost like he doesn’t quite believe it’s real.

“Always. And you’re gonna save me right back, cowboy. But first…” You look down between your two bodies, to the arm you’re holding out to Arthur. 

“Are you ready?” 

“Does it hurt?” You surprise yourself with your answer to his question, though you stand by it. You’re not scared, you could never be scared with Arthur. But nervous?

“A little. But I’m right here with you. And if you need to stop or take a break or you start feeling off, tell me or tap my arm.” You nod slowly, placing your hand into Arthur’s, “I need a yes, sweetheart… I can’t do this to you unless you’re sure.”

“Yes, Arthur. I’m sure. Please.”

There is one final, apprehensive glance in your direction, which you reply to with another tiny nod. He raises your flesh to his mouth, flashes of his white fangs visible now in the moonlight as he parts his lips. 

It’s… strange. A small scratching feeling when his teeth puncture the skin of your wrist that pinches your brows together. There’s a second of nothing, before Arthur starts to feed and steals the breath right out of your lungs. 

It’s like you can feel every vein in your body, all connecting and tugging your lifeforce through to your wrist for Arthur to feast on. You can tell the second the first drop hits his tongue, the shudder that wracks through his shoulders and down his spine. His eyes roll back in… pleasure? You’ve seen him feed before, usually such a violent affair, but this is different. You feel vulnerable to him, and as though you hold every ounce of control all at once. 

When he groans, deep carmine eyes locking onto yours, you feel it all over, your thighs clenching around your suddenly wanting pussy. 

… An unexpected side effect. 

Maybe it’s the adrenaline, or the blood rushing around your body, or even the downright ravenous way Arthur is looking at you while he feeds on your blood, but you seem to be physically squirming on the bed, desperate for any kind of friction you can get. Fuck, you’ve never seen anybody react to being fed on like this… Then again, you’ve never seen feeding look or feel like this.

From even the smallest drop of you, what little colour that remains after his change has returned to Arthur’s skin and he looks much closer to alive than just minutes before. He looks himself again, right down to the cocky smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. It does maddening things to you, not at all helping your growing state of arousal. 

When his teeth sink out of your wrist, you watch crimson beads pool at two tiny punctures. Without breaking eye contact with you, Arthur lifts your hand back up to him, running the very tip of his tongue agonisingly slowly over the skin, pulling an honest to god whimper from your parted lips.

“You did so good, my good girl…” Arthur coos, an undeniably pleased look upon his face. He’s told you before, that with his heightened senses, Arthur knows when you want him. You also know how energised he gets after feeding, and how all of these factors are leading to a tension so intense between you you’re almost scared of the outcome.

There’s a smudge of blood on Arthur’s lip, one that you reach out to rub away with your thumb. Quick as the predator he is, he grabs your wrist before you can pull away, slipping your thumb into his mouth and sucking the blood gently off. Upon release, he drags one sharpened fang across the pad of your thumb and you shudder, craving that feeling of the bite more than you truly understand.

“A-Arthur…” You whimper, shuddering in pure anticipation and need. 

“I know, sweetheart… Christ, I knew you’d taste good, but this? Fuck, you’ve ruined me, baby…”

You can’t wait a second longer, certain you’ll perish unless he is kissing you in the next moment. Entangling your grip into his collar, you find Arthur only too malleable to your touch, all but pouncing on you, locking your lips together. His tongue demands entrance as he easily positions you to be laying under him, Arthur covering the entire length of you and thensome. 

“How do you feel, angel?” He asks between kisses, large hands roaming your body, tugging your clothes out of being tucked into each other to make it easier to take them off, “Y’alright? Don’t feel faint?”

“I’m okay. I just- I-I need you, please.” You’re pleading again, this time for very different reasons, “Did you get enough?” 

“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you, sweetheart…” He growls, pulling the buttons of your shirt open feverishly. And then his lips are back on your skin, kissing your neck, licking at the skin whilst his hands work your zipper. You moan again, some wanton part of you wishing he would bite down again, marking you all over. 

Arthur is losing control in the best way, growling and grinding his erection against your leg as he tries to pull your jeans down. With a little help, he manages, tugging your undergarments with them so you’re completely bare for him. 

“So fuckin’ beautiful… my perfect little feast. Fuck, I’m tortured by every second I’m not buried deep inside that weeping cunt of yours,” At that, he runs a finger over your slit, drenching the tip of his finger in your slick, “but I think you deserve a treat for being such a good girl for me…” 

There’s no time to consider his offer as he plunges two thick fingers deep inside you, curling them, curling them to hit that sweet spot he knows so well. You scream, absolutely loud enough for any Pinkerton vampire hunters to hear.

“That’s it, huh? That what you needed? That pretty little cunt filling?” He taunts, thumb swirling over your already soaking clit. You can’t speak for crying out, but you manage a nod, feeling yourself stretch around a third finger in a way that has your heart racing even faster.

With your pulse pounding, you can really feel the wounds on your wrist starting to ache and burn. It's a strange sensation, but one that seems to blend into everything else in some twisted bout of pleasure.

Arthur must notice your eyes flickering to it, as he guides your hand back up to his lips with the hand not inside you, pressing the softest kisses over the holes in your skin. 

“Look what you did for me… My saviour, my perfect girl…”

“I’d die for you, Arthur.” you confess, the sweetness of his kisses and the languid circles of his fingers pulling you so close to the edge you can feel tears forming behind your eyes.

“It’d never come to that, beautiful. I’d burn the world down before I let your life ever hang in the balance.”

You believe him, too, and the emotion is suddenly too much. You’re hurtling towards an orgasm and you need him closer and all you can seem to think to do is untangle your wrist from his grasp and slip your thumb into his mouth.

He knows what you’re asking for instantly, and you swear you see his inky pupils blow until his eyes are nothing but a reddened void. 

“Oh, my pretty little feast…” He groans, pricking your thumb with a fang and sucking gently at the blood. It isn’t nearly as intense as your wrist, but you still feel that tugging everywhere and you can’t stop the lewd moans that fall from your lips as you come undone. 

Writing, screaming his name, you feel Arthur suck harder on your thumb, moaning himself at the taste of you. It’s not nearly as much as he was taking before, but enough that your blood blooms over his tongue and fills every one of his senses. He is a man obsessed, and it’s the most beautiful sight as you cum for him. 

The waves of euphoria crash over you, each more intense and wonderful than the last. Arthur orchestrates your orgasm through his own pleasure, drawing perfect patterns on your clit in time to his thrusts. 

When you come down, he’s there, releasing you from his fangs again to free his lips for yours. Your lips lock together, his body crushing yours into the mattress. You love the feel of all his weight on you, especially when you can feel every pulse of his throbbing cock through the denim of his jeans. Jeans that must go, so you snake a hand into what little space you can between your bodies to reach for his buttons. Arthur helps you, and he’s soon naked on top of you. Wrapping nimble fingers around his shaft, you run your thumb over the rosy head of his cock, swiping at the bead of precum already leaking. He’s desperate for you, and it drives you wild. 

You’re already guiding him to your soaked entrance, grinding your hips pathetically, needily. Arthur chuckles softly, taunting you with the smallest of hip movements to slide his tip into you, but stopping there. 

“Arthur.” You whine, eyes pleading, cunt dripping for him. Your hands roam the expanse of his back, feeling each muscle twitch under your touch, scratching at the cool skin like a cat in heat. 

“I know, baby, I know… I’ll make it better.” He purrs, finally sliding the entire length of his cock into your heat. It stretches you in that beautiful way only he can and you moan, deep and visceral. Your nails leave white scratches across Arthur’s back as your hands float up to cup his cheeks, pulling him into a deep kiss as his groin presses hard into yours.

“Oh, my beautiful girl… I’m gonna fuck you so hard they’re gonna hear you up in Saint Denis… them Pinkertons out there are gonna think I’m draining every last drop of that sweet blood out of your precious little body.”

Such a violent image, but somehow… you enjoy the thought. You’d bleed for him till the end of time, gladly… you’d lay down your life on a slab and be Arthur’s for the taking. 

You can’t think of the words to tell him how much you want what he’s telling you, letting the passion guide you to bite down on Arthur’s lower lip. A taste of his own medicine. He has no blood of his own to give, but you’re biting down hard enough to have drawn some if he did, dragging another feral grown from the depths of his throat. 

True to his word, with just a few perfectly timed thrusts, you’re screaming his name, cunt fluttering around his thick cock and squeezing every inch of it. That full feeling is so wonderful, so bone-deep and euphoric you’re on the precipice of another orgasm in seconds. He can tell, slowing down and hanging you right over the edge with a wicked grin on his face. You whine and whimper, clawing at the back of his neck to pull him even closer.

“What do you want, little feast? Use your words.” He pushes, still dragging his cock up against your walls in the most torturous of ways. 

“I want… I-I need… I-I… urgh!” You cry out in frustration, each syllable leaving your lips earning another thrust that dizzies you to the point of cock-drunk stuttering. Fuck words. You’ll show him. 

With a strength you didn’t even know you possessed, you pull Arthur closer, guiding him to the crook of your neck. 

“Angel, I don’t know if I can control myself if I taste you agai-”

“Please…” you whimper, rocking your hips up to meet Arthur’s movements, clit grinding deliciously against his pubic bone. 

Arthur’s eyes meet yours and you’re lost in them, convinced you’ve never been held so close to climax for so long before, but your body knows what it wants, what it needs to get there with Arthur. 

“Fuck, if I could die, you’d be the death of me…” Are the last words he speaks before sinking his teeth into your neck, in perfect time with a deep thrust of his cock. You scream, in pain, in pleasure, all of it, finally falling over that cliff and crashing into the waves below. You drown in your orgasm, dragging Arthur down with you as he sucks the sweet ichor out of your veins. With your blood on his tongue and his name on your lips, you cum together. The vibrations of his carnal moans tickle your neck, layering yet another juxtaposing sensation onto you. 

He releases, only to whisper sweet words of praise into your bleeding skin, “Look at you, giving me this… you’re doing so good for me, ain’t ya? My little angel, my good girl…”

And he’s biting down again, and you’re chanting his name, legs wrapped tight around his hips, tears you don’t remember shedding streaking down your cheeks. It feels like you stay there for an eternity, connected mind, body and soul. You would stay there for an eternity with him, if he’d only let you. But that’s another story…

It stings a little when Arthur unleashes his teeth from you, and you wince. His hand is there instantly, caressing the surely reddened skin as his brows pull together, “You okay? I didn’t go too far, did I? Y’feelin’ alright?” 

You shake your head softly, a blissful smile gracing your lips, “I’m perfect.” 

“Damn straight you are.” He remarks, slowly sliding out of you and lowering his weight onto the bed beside you. 

“What about you? How are you feeling?” You ask, entwining your fingers together and holding them up into the moonlight. There's a streak of your blood crossing over a few of Arthur’s knuckles. It suits him. 

“Never better.” He says honestly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Thank you, darlin’. I’ll never be able to thank ya’ enough for what you did, but I promise you I’ll get us out of here alive. Well… y’know what I mean.” 

You giggle, sure you may never get used to the fact that the love of your life is dead. 

“You don’t need to thank me, Arthur. You’ve given me your life a million times, it’s only fair I get to do the same.”

And you mean it. You would do it a thousand times over, giving your life to Arthur while he gives his afterlife to you, saving each other until the end of time. 

[sforzesco]

ANTONY: if Caesar doesn't set Sextius Baculus up in a house worthy of Lucullus for all that he did, I'll kill him myself.

so the fun thing about the Caesarians is that there is. weird stuff happening in there. a lot of focus seems to go towards non Caesarian dissent, specifically with the conspiracy of Cassius and Brutus, but there's like. stuff going on in Caesar's own camp that's very Intriguing.

There's a couple places where you can see some clear points that would be grounds for a conspiratorial falling out between Caesar and Trebonius, but from the way that Trebonius tries to seduce Antony over to conspiracy, I wonder if there was a secret third thing that was going on since Antony turned him down but. didn't snitch intriguing!

anyway, all of this is to say that this means I get to invent some shit. like, I'm drawing comics which is already invention, but this is one where I get to really start throwing stuff into the narrative soup because it has to set up three different character arcs (Trebonius, and then Antony twice)

(in theory, this would be explained in the story itself if I did the entirety of the Gallic Wars out as a comic. which I have not done because I do not want to draw horses. I wanted to fuck around with some panel layouts and not draw a single horse, so now I will provide the context and revisit this in the future)

Antony's comment about Trebonius running himself into a grave has to do with the Caesar's Gallic Wars have a lot of men doing a whole lot for Caesar that has me going. hey. hey guys. uh.

specifically, Sextius Baculus:

The War for Gaul, Julius Caesar (trans James J. O'Donnell)

and the closing comment from Antony is playing on several things: romans claiming gods on their family tree (see: Legendary Genealogies in Late-Republican Rome, T.P. Wiseman for more on this) and then divinization arc of Caesar and Octavian. Antony himself will later be taking part the same kind of god-association that has prompted his disdain in this scene

At any rate, when Antony made his entry into Ephesus, women arrayed like Bacchanals, and men and boys like Satyrs and Pans, led the way before him, and the city was full of ivy and thyrsus-wands and harps and pipes and flutes, the people hailing him as Dionysus Giver of Joy and Beneficent. For he was such, undoubtedly, to some; but to the greater part he was Dionysus Carnivorous and Savage.

Plutarch, Antony 24

and the second layer of thematic fun: Antony's later relationship with his soldiers is something similar to what Caesar had with his here, but ultimately: decayed. Antony's love affair with his military makes his failure to lead well at the end a worse betrayal. at some point I'll talk about Antony's Tormentous Military Nightmare and cite some academic sources, but Linda Bamber's description of the final tragedy of Antony and his men lives in my head rent free

Cleopatra and Antony, Linda Bamber

where's the fun in doing identity focused tragedy if you don't become unrecognizable to yourself later on! isn't that right mark antony

ko-fi⭐ bsky ⭐ pixiv ⭐ pillowfort ⭐ cohost ⭐ cara.app

[thebrainrotsreal]

FINALLYYYYYY. My guys of the jury, this has a tracked 30 damn hours and boy does it feel like it. ANYWAYS, I return for more AU shenanigans because Get Redeemed Loser AU lives in my head rent free. Felt like a nice way to experiment with more vertical style comics? Which is SM EASIER TO PANEL THAN CLASS LAYOUTS. I get why they're so much more common nowadays. Comic,,, so satisfying but at what cost,,, i'm tired. So proud of the top half tho :3.

Okay back to AU brainrot, Mark and Wasp fighting over one of their core differences! I think this is early in their relationship where Mark still thinks Wasp can at least understand what it's like being Nolan's son, only to get smacked in the face with how pride Wasp holds in that title. Anyways, look below to see my suffering made into video.

local artist redoes like 4 damn panels 8 bajillion times and screams into the sky ♡ also if you want fic of this au you should read the fic that @avisisisis wrote about it, ooooo you wanna read it so bad, it's good :3

[nyahwat]

"You come in waves till you're all I know" (Starset "Everglow")

...that line always lives rent free in my head when I draw these 2.

Anyways, this is just a pure headcannon with Ari and March.

The quotes are from "The Art Of War" by Sun Tzu (translated by Lionel Giles). I doubt he existed in their world, but I'm sure there would be similar books there.

^^and this is my favorite panel I've done so far XD

[tirralirralirra]

something I love about having read/watched frieren and dungeon meshi concurrently is getting to see that, despite their similar broad genres (fantasy, DND-esque settings, failure op elf girls /lh), they are two very distinct stories that ultimately achieve the same* thematic goal through different narrative means.

like you have frieren's contemplative, almost slice-of-life style storytelling that focuses on how the connections between people make an impact, and how it's beautiful to cherish the memories of those we love, even the small ones (especially the small ones), and that being alive is so, so beautiful because of those things. Then juxtaposing this with the overall narrative of a literal journey to a land beyond in order to meet with the dead, while not losing focus on those that are alive. Frieren as a story takes time to explore the small things that make life beautiful (fields of flowers, the beauty and not the power of magic, stargazing and sunsets with your friends).

and then you have dunmeshi's tight narrative arcs that are built around urgency (saving falin, first from digestion, then from...chimera-ization), but also continually return to the same concept as a core tenet to both the literal narrative structure around meals and the overall story: to eat is a privilege of the living. That there is joy to be found in eating because it means you are alive, that you survived. That taking time to take care of yourself is honoring your life. That death is a part of life through the acts of killing monsters to eat, and that the dungeon's condition where a soul remains tethered to the body is unnatural.

For that last bit, I love how we're just introduced to the concept in the beginning as a bit of world building, something you might just take at face value of, "oh, I guess this is how this works in this story", and over the course of the story the characters start to interrogate that reality, culminating in Marcille's realization at the end that they took death for granted because of the dungeon's condition:

[ID: Manga panel of Marcille looking down in thought and saying "Look, this might sound a little weird, but...I think the entire point of this journey we went on....was learning how to accept death.]

(Panel is from the ehscans version, will update with official eng when the final volume releases)

I also love that the story takes the time to say, look, you can be in a hurry, but you still need to take care of yourself. Eat well, sleep well, What will you achieve in the service of yourself or others if you don't take care of the most basic qualities to survive first? The most recent episode is a good example of that with the focus on shuro vs. laios, and then there's this reinforcement of the idea by the end:

[ID: Dungeon meshi manga page showing Laios, Chilchuck, and Senshi shouting "A balanced diet!!" "R-regulating our daily rhythms!!" "And moderate exercise!!" respectively, followed by the three in various poses in front of the word "VICTORY" and Laios saying "If we watch these three points...we'll naturally work our way to strong bodies!!"]

Anyways this is all very disorganized and I have other things I need to do and I could write a more cohesive, actually organized thought piece on all of this with like, coherent points, but I don't really like to delve into literary analysis on my fandom account. it just lives in my head, rent free. thank you for coming to my ted talk tumblr. don't expect to see more of this, lol.

*I say same goal, which is not to say the only goal. stories can have more than one theme, it's ok if you disagree with me on this, but please bear in mind that I'm speaking very, very broadly.

[littleblueclown]

Metal Sonic Reflections is an IDW mini comic that lives in my head rent free. It says so much with hardly any words and I could write an essay about it and so I'm gonna babble my analysis of all the pages about it here because I simply cannot shut up about this

Analysis/babble under the cut!

First of all, the first and second page already say so much.

We know Metal hates losing. You can see here how his attention is drawn by seeing himself on screen. He watches his defeat and seems to continue on unbothered, but then his fists clench.

Notice that it doesn't happen right away - the walking panel has him quite a distance from that screen now, and even then it's one panel later that he clenches his fists. He's mulling over his failure. Ruminating on it and thinking about it and getting more and more frustrated and angry as he does so. His whole posture changes in that third panel with how he leans forward, almost like he's angrily storming off.

The vat of metal virus catches his eye - hard to say why for sure. Maybe because it turns people into something kind of robot-like, and as a robot, he's curious about it (I know I would be). Maybe he's already had on his mind what's been happening to Sonic, and he just spotted the opportunity to test what's been eating at him.

Either way, he approaches, stares at it for a moment, then looks to the screen, watching how it is affecting Sonic. Infecting him. Metal Sonic believes he's the true Sonic, or at least, a better Sonic. It's hard to say exactly what that means to Metal (surely he knows Sonic can't turn into a giant dragon creature, but that didn't stop him from doing that in Heroes as long as it meant beating him and proving he was better lol) but he has always seemed to be so obsessed with that concept. What's really interesting to me here is that he glances back to see if anyone else is watching. Like he knows he shouldn't be doing this, or maybe even like he's embarrassed or ashamed that he's going to do this in the first place. Like he knows he'd be judged for doing this, viewed as ridiculous for the whole thing, or maybe even scolded for it, and yet he wants to do it anyway. He needs to do it.

When he goes to touch the metal virus, he hesitates. Like he's afraid. Is he afraid that he actually will get infected? That he'll be harming himself just to prove a point? Is he afraid that he won't be infected and it'll do the opposite of prove a point, and if he just went on about his day he would never know and could pretend he'd have been just as infected as Sonic was?

Either way, he steels himself. He's resolved to whatever this leads to - he seems straight up ready to succumb to the virus if that's what it takes to find a similarity between himself and Sonic. He's so different in so many ways and losing over and over, among many things, must only drive that point home. How can someone better, or even identical, only ever lose? There's gotta be something similar about them. He can't be an inferior robot copy. He just can't be.

So here he is, being rash, impulsive, and doing something that could be self-destructive and dangerous (ironically a lot like Sonic HAHA) and he touches the virus.

In that last panel, to me it looks like he's leaning forward a little. He almost looks excited? Crazy to be excited about possibly turning into a zombot but you can see where his priorities lie for sure with that. He'd possibly rather become a zombot than find another difference between him and his so-called copy.

But of course he's a robot and nothing happens. He keeps staring at his hand. That close up on his eyes followed by the silhouette with a white background just feels like chef's kiss to me, because we don't know exactly what's going through his head, but it's got him so messed up that in the next page, it's shown that he's completely zoned out. Maybe he's shocked because he firmly believed it would affect him. Maybe he's grieved because it's just one more piece of evidence that he's not Sonic and never will be - never can be. Maybe he's struggling to comprehend it in general - his programming says he's the true/better Sonic, so how could this have not worked?

Maybe it's a combination of all three, but either way, he's so lost in his thoughts that he straight up does not notice the portal lighting up the room, does not hear Starline approach, doesn't even hear him tell Metal to leave until he snaps his fingers directly in his face. He's a fine-tuned, well-made robot that should have incredibly fantastic sensors to allow him to act quickly and efficiently to any stimuli. Yet he didn't. Starline get close enough to do that, and the fact that Metal only noticed once he was snapping in his face says so much about how much this whole thing affected Metal. How lost in thought and feelings he was about the whole matter. It's gotta eat him up inside, how much everything contradicts what his programming tells him. He can never be the one thing he's supposed to be, a truer, better version of Sonic, and he can never do the one thing he's supposed to do, which is to defeat Sonic. Man I love Metal Sonic, he's such a tragedy.

[canisalbus]

Just dropped in to say that your Body Heat art has been living rent free in my head since I first saw it, from cold and isolated to warm, together man I love it so much, so tender!

Anyway thanks for letting me gush, I hope you have a wonderful day/night!

Thank you so much! I happen to really like that piece as well, I always stop to look at it for a moment whenever I come across it again. On a technical level it turned out just the way I wanted, which is very appreciated since it doesn't always happen. And (in my opinion at least) it manages to tell a lot about these characters and their dynamic in just two panels and zero dialogue. It's one of the favorite things I've made in years.

[shadowphoenixrider]

All Maid Up

(Who knew that this would all result from Gambit losing a bet? Shadow discovers something new about the Cajun, the Cajun discovers something new about her, and would you believe it all involves a French maid dress?) (Look I saw a silly comic panel, it gave me an idea and it has been living in my head rent-free until I finally wrote it out. Also shout-out to @driftinglightofthewoods for inspiring me to extend this. And also just in generally for joining me in our X-Men shenanigans. Go read her stuff too, it's great.)

"Gambit," Shadow exclaimed with exasperation, "what are you doing?"

The Cajun rolled over to face her, grinning widely as he shot her an alluring look. He was clad in an infamous short, knee-length black dress with a white petticoat and half-apron and sheer black stockings that went all the way up his shapely muscled legs.

"Ah, mon amie!" He cried brightly. "Gambit is, how ya say, de sexy French maid, non?"

Laughter bubbled out of Shadow as he wiggled his eyebrows, shaking her head as she stepped over to the bed he was sprawled enticingly on.

"So I see." Shadow let her eyes wander over him, and Gambit basked under her gaze like a smug cat. "What brought this on?"

"Lost a bet." He explained, dark eyes watching her intently. She arched an eyebrow.

"Gambit? Lose a bet? Is it getting cold in Hell?"

It was his turn to chuckle richly.

"Don' mind losin' dis one." He flattened the skirts down as she approached his feet. "Shadow!"

"What?" She chuckled at his scandalised tone.

"Be rude to look up a man's skirt!" He admonished her, a playful sparkle in his eyes.

"A scoundrel like you is worried about proprietary now?" Laughed Shadow, climbing onto bed next to him. "Mister 'Let's fuck in the locker room where anyone could walk in' LeBeau?"

"Didn' hear ya complainin', Miss 'Let's finish up in de showers'." Was his quick retort.

"Neither were you when I had your cock in my mouth." She grinned triumphantly when she saw his eyes flash - their sparring was getting to him in all the right ways. She blinked slowly, deciding to change tack. "Anyway, where'd you get this stuff? Do you have some like 'disguises to go' stashed away somewhere?"

"Nothin' as elaborate as dis, chère." He replied, seemingly content to follow her train of thought. "Disguises are better subtle, in Gambit's experience." Mischief sparkled in his eyes. "As for where? Well, Gambit's gotta have his secrets, chère."

"Aw, c'mon!" She cried. "This is good quality too, where did you get them?" Shadow pouted as he shook his head at her. "Damnit."

An idea suddenly occurred to her, and she turned her head away, feigning disappointment. "Oh, well...I did have some ideas about spicing up our nights together, but I guess I'll have to give up on them without details about where to get the uniforms..." She said, sighing dramatically.

Gambit arched an eyebrow.

"Nice try, petite canaille." He purred, flashing her a wry smirk. "But Gambit not one for uniforms." He winked.

"Oh that's a lie and you know it!" She cried, prodding his chest as he barked out a laugh. "This coming from the guy who can barely keep his hands off me when I'm in my suit!"

"Now dat's different!" Gambit insisted. "Dat suit not a uniform!"

"Yes it is! It's our uniform! The X-Men uniform!"

"Shadow, none of us wear de same thin'. An' de backup suit don' count!"

She snorted, folding her arms.

"You are the worst."

"Ahh, mon ombre," the Cajun crooned, sliding his arm around her narrow waist. "You love it really. Dese little dances of ours..."

He fluttered his eyelashes at her, his mutant eyes brimming with 'innocence'. Shadow couldn't resist the smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she held his gaze, especially when he leaned in, grinning. She pushed his face away, blushing.

"Twat." She sighed, her smile broadening as he laughed. "Yeah, I do. Silver tongued devil."

"Oh, and you love dat tongue, don'tcha...?" And in a second, all pretence was dropped. Gambit had returned to his sultry manner, slowly and seductively licking his lips. Shadow rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah." A brief silence settled over them. "So... now what?"

Gambit frowned.

"Gotta admit, mon amie...Didn' think any further den dis."

"So did it essentially go: 'get maid outfit, surprise Shadow, question mark, profit'?" She asked curiously.

"Yeah, kinda." He chuckled weakly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess you like it?" He asked. Shadow smiled, running her hand delicately over his skirt.

"I do. It's very pretty, and you fill it out really well." She chuckled. "I think you look better in a dress than I do!"

"Never seen ya in a dress." Gambit commented, propping his head up on his hand. "Not for you?"

"Nah. Been a tomboy ever since I could demand to be." She replied, pulling her knees up to hug. "Always had a bit of an issue with feminine things, honestly. Took me a while and the help of my friends to sorta...become comfortable being me." She rested her chin on her knees, Gambit watching intently. "I kinda envy you, you know."

One of his thick dark eyebrows quirked up.

"You do?"

"Yeah," she said softly, nodding. "You are so comfortable in your skin. Nothing seems to faze you." Shadow smiled. "Wish I could have your confidence."

"Ya have ya own confidence, chère." Gambit said, sitting up and shifting closer to her. "Jus' 'cos yours be quieter den Gambit's don' mean it ain't there."

"How'd you mean?" She asked. He smiled softly.

"Ya know who you are, Shadow," he said. "You're honest with yourself, never try'n be somethin' you're not. Dere be no lies with you." He brushed a lock of hair from her face. "What ya see be what ya get."

Shadow felt a blush heat her face, smiling shyly.

"Thank you. You're...very kind." She mumbled. Gambit leaned forwards, gently pressing his forehead against her's.

"Jus' tellin' it how it is, petite," he said softly, pressing a kiss to her lips.

They lingered in the casual give and take, enjoying the peaceful moment. At least, until Gambit's hands began to wander below Shadow's waist, curling around her backside.

"Bored already?" She asked, unable to resist a giggle. He smirked back, pulling her closer.

"Never bored with you, mon ombre." He purred, nuzzling into her neck, feathering kisses along her pulse line. She sank her fingers into his hair, gently rubbing her fingertips against his scalp, smiling at soft sigh it elicited.

"Gambit..."

"Jus' five minutes, chère..." He murmured. "Jus' give Gambit five minutes..."

Shadow sighed, a smile growing over her lips. I cannot resist this Cajun, can I?

"Okay. Just five minutes." She let him push her gently back onto the bed, and then Shadow didn't really think any more.

---

"So run me through this plan again, Slim." Wolverine spoke, folding his arms. Gambit listened in, one eye on the stairs, and the other on the new deck of cards he was breaking in between his fingers.

"One team is infiltrating the baron's mansion with the help of a mole pretending to be one of the maid staff. They will disable security and locate records for the trafficking operation." Cyclops explained. "The second team is on standby to help break-out any mutants trapped in the ring, and get them to safety. As well as back-up the mole in case something goes wrong."

"Who's the mole?" Wolverine asked.

"Shadow volunteered to be the mole for this mission." Said Cyclops matter-of-factly.

"Merde!" Gambit's finger slipped, the cards spilling out of his hands onto the ground.

"Of course that would get your attention, Gumbo." Wolverine leered at him as he collected them up. Gambit shot a glare back at him.

"Ya sure dis a good idea, Cyclops?" He asked, straightening back up. "Sure, this rich guy got some weird tastes an' all, but I dunno if she be able to carry dis off so easy."

"First time I ever heard a guy not chompin' at the bit 'bout his gal dressin' up pretty for him." Rogue commented with a smirk. "Ya feelin' alright, Remy?"

"I'm serious!" He retorted. "I jus' think-"

"Um, am I interrupting anything?" Shadow's voice silenced any further discussion, all eyes snapping to her.

She stood awkwardly in the middle of stairs, neatly dressed in the traditional black maid dress with the white apron and white stockings. It was certainly a pretty outfit on an equally pretty woman. And yet...

"You look...good!" Cyclops commented. The others murmured in uncertain agreement.

The picture was wrong, and even their uptight leader sensed it. The longer Gambit looked at her, the worst it got, and his skin crawled uncomfortably. He met her gaze, and whilst her lips curled up into a smile, he didn't see a single spark in her blue eyes. He might not have Shadow's power to hear someone's body crying out in pain, but he could certainly hear hers crying out in sheer terror.

"Nope, non." Gambit declared, shaking his head. "Dis ain't gonna work, mon amie. Ya look so uncomfortable." Pocketing his cards, he strode up the stairs two at a time before anyone could protest. "Go put ya suit back on, chère." A relieved smile spread across her face, and he swore she sighed.

"Wait, Gambit!" Cyclops interjected as Shadow scampered up the stairs. "What about-"

"I be your mole, mes amis!" The Cajun yelled back down to them as he turned on his heel, following in Shadow's wake. "Let Ol' Gambit show you how it's done."

---

"I can't believe that worked." Cyclops commented, casting his gaze over his team and the handful of mutants they'd rescued from the dark operation in the belly of a wealthy baron's fancy mansion house, to whom mutant lives were nothing but currency. Shadow finished the final hand-over to the paramedics and made her way over to their man (or should that be 'maid'?) of the hour.

Even now, Gambit looked...Cyclops would have put money on the Cajun mutant looking passable as a maid, but he didn't expect him to look stunning. Witnessing Gambit's normally infuriatingly flirty manner become coquettish, twirling his red-brown hair coyly around his fingers as the baron had taken particular interest in his new mutant servant had been a sight to see. Even more so when he'd invited Remy straight into the heart of his operations - just in time for him to be put down for the count by a charged card stashed in Remy's tights.

Cyclops shook his head. He hated when Gambit was right; the Cajun would never let him hear the end of this.

"Everything okay?" Shadow asked, Gambit glancing up from inspecting something under his skirt.

"It fine chère, jus' thought Gambit got a ladder in his tights afta dat brawl." He flashed her a smile, going back to his task. "Cost more den ya think for a good pair dat fits Gambit."

"'Costs'?" Shadow grinned with amusement, folding her arms. "I didn't know the great Remy LeBeau pays for things!"

He gave her a Look, arching an eyebrow at her.

"Gambit don't steal everythin', chère. An' not from dose jus' try'n earn a livin'."

Shadow's lips twitched, resisting the urge to blurt something out. Instead, her eyes roved over him.

"Didn't ever think I'd see that dress again, especially like this," she said, before she smiled. "Thank you, by the way."

He looked up.

"What for?"

"For taking my place." She folded her arms tighter around herself, staring at her boots. "You were right. It wouldn't've worked with me. I was so nervous and uncomfortable."

"Thought so." Gambit said kindly, straightening up to look at her properly. "Didn' like seeing ya like dat. Ya very brave to volunteer, but..." He shook his head, face falling. "Better dat you were wit Cyclop's team."

"Yeah." Shadow nodded. "I wanted to help more, though, be more than just 'the medic'. And..." She hesitated, glancing away for a moment and wetting her lips. "I thought you'd like it."

Gambit blinked at her.

"You...you thought dat Gambit..." He trailed off, brows furrowing in thought as he looked her over. "Non. Mighta been de first time I got t' see ya in a dress, but..." He shook his head. "I get why ya don't wear 'em. Dey ain't you." He reached out, placing a hand on hers. "N-Not dat you don't look pretty in it, o' course."

A smile tugged at the corner of Shadow's mouth.

"It's fine, Gambit. You don't have to reassure me or anything." She opened her mouth to say more, then thought better of it, curling her hand around his. "You look really good in this."

"Thank you, chère." Gambit smiled warmly, a sparkle in his eyes. "Pretty gorgeous yaself."

"Alright you two lovebirds, it's time to head back!" Wolverine's gruff voice startled them apart.

"Twat." Shadow cursed, causing Gambit bark out a laugh. "But he's right. Best we get back so you can change into something more comfortable."

"Oh contraire mon amie, Gambit had some...other ideas." The Cajun flashed her a dark, devious grin as his voice sunk into an enticing low purr.

Shadow shook her head, unable to wipe the smile off her face.

"Of course you do..."

[todomitoukei]

Hello! Your translations of the chapters related to Todoroki fam are very well written and explained and that made me see more details that I didn't notice or were not put in the English translation and I really thank you! Your analyses really made me understand even better the situation of Todoroki family.

I was wondering if you would continue to translate, but this time other chapters like the ones from MVA? I would love to see new details that the eng translation missed and I don't know abt them! Obviously, this is your choice if you want or not, I was just asking ✌🏻. You said in a post that you're still working on a big post about all the ways the Todofam has referred to one another, so I wait for it if you didn't abandon it!

I hope you had an wonderful day!

Hi there!

Thank you for the kind words, I'm glad the translations have helped you :)

I did start with a slightly longer post about how the Todofam refer to each other a couple months ago that I meant to complete in September, but due to plenty IRL stuff haven't been able to work on it since I started it.

I am hoping *fingers crossed* that I will have more time again towards the end of the year or January, though unfortunately, cannot make any promises as of right now.

Once I have more time I would be open to look at other requests too, so if you have any specific scenes/panels/questions, feel free to send me an ask about it.

Aside from the time factor, bnha has not been bringing me joy as they say (however touya shall forever live rent free in my head and the countless merch i have bought over the past year stares at me every day too), in other words, I suppose it just really depends on whether the scene/question/whatever interests me enough to work on it.

Either way, whatever question you got, you can always sent it to me. I haven't been super active on tumblr in recent times (yes, I am on here to procrastinate you caught me) but I do check it once in a while and if there is anything I can quickly answer like this one, I will!

Anyway, hope you all have a good time and enjoy the autumnal season!

[lawbin-archive]

Lawbin Dressrosa Analysis 1: Dating while handing over Caesar team

Finally, I finished re-reading dressrosa! It's probably one of my favorite arcs. Maybe top 3 haha The other two are probably Wano and Enies Lobby. The pacing in manga is definitely way better, so I actually enjoyed this arc more. I might missed something because I was too immersed into the story and sometimes I forgot to jot down notes lol But anyways, let's start!

As usual, things highlighted in purple are my delulus.

Warning: It's my personal blog so don't read it if you don't like lawbin, include lots of delulu :D

~LAWBIN ALLIANCE PHASE~ why can't I choose yellow on tumblr anymore?! :(

Chapter 700: Law hates bread

Robin weird thoughts always live in my head rent free. I also like how most of the crew are complaining or interrupting Law but Robin (and Zoro) just listen to his plan. Of course it's also because their personality is similar (they mostly won't say anything unless something it's wrong), and I think they just trust Luffy hence they trust Law.

I love the fact that Robin's favorite food is sandwich but Law hates bread!! It's gonna be a funny debate between them about bread!! >< I also find Robin and Zoro just follow their captain and ignore Law's plan are so funny. (Remember this, it's changing in the upcoming plot *wink*)

Chapter 701: Adventure in the land of love, passion and toys [This is the actual title of this chapter] That's kinda obvious is it? That's where all the love starts *smirk*

Every time they are together is such a beautiful panel, (maybe I shouldn't said that people will say I ship them just for their aesthetic haha it's like that's a problem) The *aggressive* *calm* *calm* *aggressive* combo is also really interesting and entertaining, I can understand why Oda will choose Robin and Usopp to be Law's companion. Or maybe Law chose Robin himself to spend more time with her?! It didn't say how they assign the team but in any way, I'm sure Robin and Law realize they have similar personality. Robin even found Law's plan fun haha. Their mind just sync a lot and I think Law will appreciate to have Robin here because she's the only one that follow his plan without a complain lol. And from this point, Law & Robin started become a "I want to scare Usopp just for fun" team. (and also Caeser but I don't think they give a fk about him lol)

Chapter 705 ~ 711: Let's go to Greenbit

Again, the aesthetic is just ~amazing~. I'm gonna compliment it regardless, they look good together and that's a part of why they have good chemistry to me. I'm not gonna deny it! And I like it so much that Robin and Law are sitting across each other, they can see each other clearly!

They really look like they are on a secret date together! >< (minus Usopp and Caesar I'm sorry) I saw a newspaper poster (made by a one piece theme park in Japan, but it's closed now) and this "news" was saying they found out Law and Robin secretly meeting? (I'm just guessing) Literally create my vision of them getting caught dating haha And I like how they share a lot of common knowledge - they know how dangerous CP0 is and recognize them is right away. At least I think most of the straw hats won't recognize and realize who they are.

The small bickering they have are so cute, Robin isn't scared and she's super calm but she has her little complain that she expected fish to look like a fish (maybe that's the only complaint she has haha) and Law was like "Looks like a fish to me". It’s like she hates gum because she expects food can be swallowed.

I'm always wondering who's Law talking to here haha because Robin & Usopp are the ones who fight the fish after but from where he's pointing, isn't look like he's talking to Caesar either. So maybe he's telling Robin don't need to worry? If that’s true, that means Law cared about her haha I feel like the whole time, he just want to talk to her and teasing Usopp only

~LAWBIN FRIENDS PHASE~

From this point, I think Law and Robin started to trust each other more and treated each other as friends. At least you can see their interactions are more friendlier. I will explain a little bit more later.

They even sit together on the Caesar hot air balloon!! In my mind, it's probably Usopp scared to sit in the middle because he might fall and Law being a gentleman so he volunteered to sit in the center (less safe). If you think about it, this could be their date lol Going to a cafe, fight some fishes and sitting on a hot air balloon. Law planned the whole thing and Robin was like *I have fun with this* the whole time haha. Robin likes to explore and Law's hobby is wandering around. They just seem to get along so well together!

I think I already explained a few times that how they both get so investigative once they arrived at Greenbit they are so similary in lots of ways!! They both will analyze the situation and environment they are in.

Robin can see through him so easily. She probably can figure out how he did it anyways And see how Robin changed her attitude so much?! From distrusting him and observing him a lot in Punk Hazard, and now she's teasing him. If she didn't get close with someone, she probably won't say anything and just observe. That's definitely a sign that she got closer with him and a friendly behavior.

I like how Law already knew what each Straw Hat specialized with and ask them for help. And again, only Robin listened to Law. She looks like she enjoyed the adventure so much and I'm actually surprised Robin just followed Law here. I guess after Punk Hazard, she found he isn't a bad person so she just followed his plan. But also mainly because Luffy trust Law.

The first thing Robin woke up is to think about how to contact with Law (and also care about Usopp of course) When I was reading the Greenbit part, I actually thought Robin is gonna tell Law where she is and he can use his ability to transfer him and Caesar to underground, so Doflamingo couldn't find them there haha. But my delulu didn't come true ;'(

I also saw a person said the reason why they ship lawbin it's because Law treat Robin differently than others. And here is one of the evidences, when he was talking to other straw hats, he usually just order them around lol and for Robin, he's like *help me using your intelligence skills* *ok I understand* it's just seems he is so much calmer in front of her, like they can actually communicate without arguing. I wouldn't say he cared about her but at least he is nice enough to say good luck to her too. Robin actually treat him differently than others too. She said "Good luck" to him, something I rarely seen Robin did to other people outside of straw hats and Robin worried about him a lot in this arc (again I'll elaborate later on, there is so much to talk in this arc omg ><!)

When the whole Greenbit shaking, Robin worried about Law's fighting. Their relationship really change drastically here. Robin seems to care about Law a lot more. To be fair, I think the whole crew started to care about Law's safety in this arc a lot and of course it's natural to care someone that's an ally of you. But also if I really compare, Robin seems like she cared the most about Law maybe after Luffy.

I actually think Law is so similar to Robin here. He really gave me the Enies Lobby Robin vibe here. In my perspective, I don't think he really meant to use straw hats at this point (definitely yes before tho), I think he told Doflamingo he is using them to try to protect them. So Doflamingo will think it's useless even he threaten Law he is going to kidnap the rest of the straw hats because Law said he won't care about them. (the mind games). Law and pre-time skip Robin are so alike, they always try to take all the responsibility to themselves or sacrifice themselves in order to protect others. Law didn't even bring heart pirates to here is just like when Robin pretend to be betray the straw hats in Enies Lobby sigh :(

If Law is really using the straw hats, he is gonna betray them once Doflamingo is defeated, but he kept his promise to defeat Kaido. That's one of the reasons why Law is one of my favorite characters, even he looks so unbothered and sometimes mean on the outside, his actions always tell the opposite >///<

And it’s cute that during Dressrosa, Robin is the one who cares about Law a lot and once they get into Wano the situation switched haha the feelings are mutual!!!!

That's it for today! Thank you for reading! <3 I think I have talked too much again lol I will probably start writing about the rest of the arc soon! Hopefully I can finish writing the whole arc under 2 parts! (probably not) I actually have something to write about my thoughts on other ships during dressrosa, uhm maybe I will briefly talk about it next one.

[fumifooms]

Do you know about the Marchil h-doujin, just called "Marchil Meshi"? (Dunno wether you're comfortable about adult content regarding the ship. If not, sorry and feel free to ignore).

Imagine my surprise… When a few months ago, I was looking up places to buy doujins for dunmeshi online bc of that new-ish laimar (sfw) doujin and I find, many many nsfw ones bUT AMONGST THE HORDE… MARCHIL MESHI. I ate it up. It’s a lil iconic to me ngl, I quote it in my head sometimes. Marcille angrily gesturing always gets me cackling. It honestly has no business being this good, it was made pretty early on in the story so many years ago, and STILL! So in character, and honestly so funny, AND no weird business either. Like listen, I scour the internet, looking for any marchil content, any marchil content at all… And find a dry af desert, no life here, literally jackshit nothing. Only Pixiv has some afaik but the nsfw is def… Hm. 😔 (2 fics tagged chirumaru on there btw!! That aren’t mine lol) Thank you marchil meshi author if I had to pick 1 piece of marchil nsfw to exist I’d choose this one (honestly that’s already so close to reality lol) Thank u Asaki Takayuki I owe u my life. I like zines but I’ve never bought doujins before so it didn’t cross my mind, but dunmeshi is taking a lot of my first times in fandom engagement and I bought said laimar doujin just the other day hehe 

I do want to keep my blog generally sfw but yes I’m 100% cheering on nsfw marchil content from the shadows, glad that ao3’s finally getting some too. I hope that fic writer makes more… Tallman Chil is so so good but I hope they also do some more general premises, which the end notes on that one do make me hopeful 👀 I want more marchil writers in general. More marchil fanartists. Sfw nsfw idk I need to be fed 😭 (<- This post was drafted before that new marchil smut fic WOOHOO. So much new marchil content this week!!)

Oh while I’m here, I find this so funny/odd, but in japanese fandom ship names are simply the beginning of each name smushed together, like marchil or chilmar. The order of the names is that the first one is the "top"… Idk how jp fandoms live without switches but aight, but in m/f ships this means that typically the man is the first half of the ship name right. WELL WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT marchil is so much more used than chilmar lmaoo. Even more stats: On Pixiv, the tag marchil had all the artworks, but the chilmar tag had all the fics. Ain’t that wack to think about. Anyways marchil or chilmar idc you go guys

Sighh thinking about them. They are so "I beg your pardon??!" "Then beg", "Fuck you!" "Fuck me yourself you coward"… Forget stamens and pistils, Chil is the cursed "You see, there are keys and there are locks…"

More under cut since I don’t get to talk about this often, screenshots and hcs for horny time

^ said panel that lives rent free in my head and makes me giggle. I wish I’d just put the whole page here it’s my fave but nahh go find it yourself

Why are they like this. Like what is thatttt

I need to stop collecting these I’m making myself feel insane (thank you fic writer for that last one I’d never noticed but omg)

Alright hc time what was I gonna talk about… Ah yes ah yes. I def think Chil is a pest, he’s horny and he wants sex and is flagrant about it, but also we know that he stayed faithful for 4 years without getting any, I feel like realistically the relationship sex wise would 100% be on Marcille’s pace. And this is the fun part, bc would Marcille be very eager? Would she want to do the romance book correct™️ route and that means no tapping until marriage, or he needs to court her all princely first? I hc that elves have a much lower libido than humans because of the whole long af lifespan thing, it’d be kinda funny if Marcille was like "Let’s take things slow… 🥺" aka first base achieved after two years of being together lol

But seee that’s the thing too bc Marcille is so afraid of loss she might rush through things as well, she very well could like, jump on him right after confessing. Is Chilchuck kind of a shithead or is he very gentlemanly and romantic, wanting to do it right and treat her well? They are such a blank canvas of sexual chemistry listen LISTENNN there are just so so many ways you can go with them they are so special. God the banter… They cannot stop bantering for a second I swear So many kinks they could fit… I like uhh praise kink for him and for her… Idk she just really loves him and the emotional adoration is what’s at the core of her enjoying it all so like, loving Chilchuck kink, which turns out those two really match together 🫶 He makes her sing and ummm um you see where this goes. They are so grossly in love and into each other

They are so domestic. I hate them