#eat makima

[nanablushbl00dy]

_______ my boy (deserve better )☄️🪸

[pockethep]

It’s messing with my head how she really is doing that “Come to mommy” pose. With her arms outstretched and kneeling (almost to be at eye level), like she’s reaching to hug a small child.

Which when you think about war makes sense. Sacrificing everything, even children, for the sake of victory.

[domokunrainbowkinz]

not arguing w a dude that has big brown eyes. whatever u say beautiful

(I’m only on ch 29 no spoilers pls!!!!) go wild with spoilers I am now done the book and am extremely mentally unwell

[sasukeless]

mmmmyeah

[gorkloum]

(Makima just found another underaged overpowered dumbass)

(Read from right to left)

[meowzanin33]

Mother and baby

[badjohnspeakeasy]

I don't think I've ever posted this one on Tumblr.

One-Punch Man X Chainsaw Man crossover!

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ARI!!!!!!! your sugu + bunny posts got me inspired and now i return with an orange 🍊 and QUESTIONS!!!!!!!!!

saaauuurrrr, for you and suguru: what is your first pet together? who names it, and is it a serious name or a silly name? also, how many pets do you think you’d have at once? does he let them on the furniture/in bed with you (/do you)?? I LOVE YOU :3

QUINN !!!!!!! thank u my sweetheart i am peeling the orange dutifully and splitting it in half so we can share :3c AND WAHHHHH THIS QUESTION……

ok so . after making that bunny post bunny dad sugu has been invading my brain and i COULD for sure see us having a baby bunny or two <3333 but arisugu is a cat couple first and foremost ……. i think we have like. two at least . or maybe just one that we spoil a lot…… our first is definitely a cute little tuxedo baby because that’s my favorite flavour of cat :333 SUGU LETS ME NAME IT but i am indecisive as hell…… definitely ends up as something silly and cute . or like. a character i like 💀💀 sugu is getting no respite from my weeb ass i’m naming that cat sasuke uchiha

NO BUT !!!! maybe like … ’bunny’….. that’s a cute name for a cat right ……….. idk quinn i’m honestly horrible at coming up with names so maybe i’d let suguru decide after all 😔 EITHER WAY we love and cherish our baby more than anything ……….

OH ANDDDD !!!!! i let the baby do whatever it wants so suguru kinda has to be the stern parent 😭 but he’s bad at it . if the cat starts scratching at our door in the middle of the night it’ll always end with all of us snuggled together… he is a weak man and so am i

[danganronpa2]

(csm+dunmeshi spoilers) going crazy thinking about the cannibalism in chainsaw man vs the cannibalism in dungeon meshi and what both of them represent at different parts in each story. like the chainsaw devil and its ability to destroy concepts by eating the devils that represent them, and "laios the devourer of all things horrible," and denji eating makima and laios eating the winged lion because neither of them can be killed in any other way. but then also there's the end of dungeon meshi where everyone eats falin to bring her back to life and there's denji caring for nayuta after she's reborn as a child.... it can represent control and domination or love and rebirth in the cycle of life... much to think about

[taffy-glitch]

worst crossover concept imaginable. two godawful women having brunch together

[munchboxart]

It's so hard being a CSM manga reader fan and going into an anime store and it's all just Season 1 CSM merch < Guy who's favorite characters are all in part 2

[lowpawly]

let's talk about makimas shitty salad

[pockethep]

I know he pissed everyone off but after this chapter I think I can actually get behind Yoshida as a character. I think he’s mysterious, honestly probably misled, but overall not evil and its so interesting how his normal facade cracked here. If he was completely heartless he wouldn’t have ever offered to buy Denji food and if he really didn’t care he wouldn’t have gotten upset with Denji. Makima was “my way or nothing else” but Yoshida still gave Denji a choice (a stupid one but still a choice) and he didn’t even pursue or tentacle grab him when they walked away. 

[angelfrogs]

Autonomy/What it means to be a body

[fumiku]

MakiAngel fic prompts

Dropping my makiangel fic prompts/wips because I bet I won’t get to write out 99% of these, but the ship has so little and they’re dear to me so I still want to share them, for what they’re worth. Mostly, they’re bite-sized atmospheric prose to make you ponder touch starved lonely depressed monster who plays at being lazy uncaring and devilish x heartless lonely singleminded manipulator monster who happens to be one of the few able to touch him and modified his memories. Girl who everyone is in love with that has everyone wrapped around her finger x guy who isn’t but also isn’t not who’s somehow never thought of resisting or leaving or distrusting her... These two grabbed me by the throat and still haven’t let go for whenever I’m in that melancholic mood fr. This isn’t my ship manifesto, I’m just sighing looking out my window wistfully

Every separate prompt is in its own paragraph. CW for Makima and sad doomed exploitative relationship narratives

With that said while I’m here, I’ve also made a makiangel spotify playlist, it’s great if I do say so myself

Angel just wanted the days to drag on and blur or for them to not happen at all. For the dark to come, wether it be night or death. He didn’t care about how suspicious the bosses sometimes were. Humans are an-ill intentioned race too after all. Sloth was always his sin. An useful one. A virtue, the way she spoke of it.

Angel devil was a pawn. A tool. Useful and impersonal. All these words were synonymous with his very name, and so there is no need for her to repeat herself as she narrates this. [Makima pov, ficlet]

Makima was a very busy woman. A busy worker. He and just about anyone knew that her schedule was packed down to every hour. So why was she setting time aside to meet with him?

Makima understood the importance of rewards in training, of easing up the pull on the leash just long enough to remind them that at your call you can give them breathing.

Makima calls angel to her office to address his diminished results due to his laziness. She thinks he’s touch starved. She takes his face into her hands gently, Angel doesn’t react. He finds his apathy gets more pronounced when he’s with her, even as the touch makes spiders crawl under his skin. Backs him into a couch he falls-sits on, and she straddles him, touches his chest, lets her hands run for a moment where he does not move. "Do you like this, Angel-kun? Is it not enough as a reward for future hard work?" Goes straight into kissing him, pressing her body to his. This time he does gasp, at the stifling suffocating warmth of it all, even when her skin is slightly cold and firing off all the nerves on his skin. The kiss feels… Good, somehow. He wonders if this thought too was her design, planted into his mind somehow. Angel continued to be lazy on work duty, and Makima continued to touch him when they found themselves alone together.

Angel Devil was special. He’d always been the most complacent of her pawns, how fortunate he was also one of her most powerful.

Her tool. Her touch.

Her tool, her weapon, her messenger. She meticulously made him integrate the Hayakawa circle. Relationships are chain-like bonds, and the more chains one has… Angel Devil is obedient, but as it is, only by complacency.

Touch me Midas / Make me part of your design [My Ordinary Life, The Living Tombstone]

Angel wakes up from a nightmare and he wants to die. He wants to shed a tear at all but he stays dry and empty and hollow. A shell of an imitation of an imitation. He wants to die screaming and crying, his guts embowelled to the floor, everything out of him before he leaves this devilforsaken place for ever. Maybe by his sword. Makima comes visit him. Makima takes him to a movie, he ends up crying uncontrollably.

He claimed to like humans dying. Makima sees the sympathetic glint in his eye that he tries as best he can to make hollow. Her smile doesn’t shift a millimeter. "Oh, Angel… You truly are so kind." In a cute pitying demeaning ways of oh wow u do fulfill your gimmick

This is how Makima chooses to spend her last moments of peace on the beach, while Gun Devil goes to Denji. She hasn’t felt peace since forever, order does not rest, but here the waves bend around her ankles, mold themselves against her, and there is the body of an angel devil ungracefully lying in the sand, wet hair whipping at his face and sticking to false skin as he eats seafoam and bites back words. He asks her if she ever thinks about the people who die instead of her, from her contract. Makima smiles, but there’s an uncharacteristic softness to it, melancholy.

So won't you tell me / What do you know of devotion? / Be grateful for the freedom of lacking emotion [Like a Dog, Ferry]

Makima with Angel like aren’t we so glad to be devils. "If I a devil don’t feel what they call emotions, I can only imagine how awful and pitiful living as a human must be like." And yet they yearn.

Their hairs were both the color of hearts, despite neither having one.

Angel and reading the bible. What was the point, when he was an insulting imitation of an angel, and a devil who couldn’t follow these words of god? He doesn’t like reading, doesn’t undeestand this, feels guilt at every little fact of himself that overwhelms him so much it loops back around to numbness. [I am alas not knowledgeable enough to pull this concept off but it’d be interesting I think. Not very shippy though I suppose, but hey Makima god imagery…]

Connection control. Bond and chain.

Angel Devil has remembered what Makima is many, many times before. He just didn’t remember any of them. The only therapist Makima would have is one that forgets, that she can keep under her thumb fully… An employee with no rights she has full supervision over who happens to be a devil who’s a good listener out of apathy. "Movies are easier" she says. Devils will literally watch movies instead of going to therapy. He’s all singeing of course but gives up on killing her every time until they have a chat. Here it’s a hard reset where every time they do this it’s news to him, but alternatively it could be like the flip of a switch where he remembers every time before immediately at the snap of her finger.

Frankly, he never understood what was so great about Makima. Until…. What there’s to love about makima: she can touch him. Inexorably, ineffably, miracurously.

[Generally, I like when he knows she’s a devil but of course in most cases that can’t be the case, so my go-to explanation is that being a devil cancels out Angel’s lifesucking touch power but that when asked she tells him that she has a devil contract that protects her from his power and he doesn’t push. But alternatively… : ]

She tells him that as part of her contracts others’ lifespans dwindle in her stead when she touches him, and he bears all this guilt as well.

He thought himself above being fooled or charmed by her, but ultimately he fell into the warm comforting duvet of emotionlessness, lethargy and boredom. Denial, just another kind.

They kiss, and it feels unnatural and unfamiliar to both of them. He’s still starved for physical intimacy tho, and he wasn’t difficult. Makima seeing him as the perfect practice dummy He couldn’t hear her breathing, going to sleep against her.

His hair was always like a bush of brambles. She so disliked disorder. Makima personal grooming time, the dog fur with a comb kind.

"You’re very uncaring, you follow orders toughtlessly. Well, you follow orders most times. It’s not exactly respectable, but, I like that about you."

"Why me?" "Devils have no protected rights."

Any love she ever got was coerced. Sacrificial lambs on a false altar.

Like idk he wants to be free in general and free of her and he has this faint feeling pushed down deep in his stomach that she’s the source of that bind and he’s chained to her by her, but also he wants to be subjugated to not feel so much, like Denji. Complacency is his coping mechanism. Don’t care don’t feel everything is out of his control it’s all too big it all means nothing. The fear of angels, the fear of divine higher authority and divine servitude, the fear of the messengers of the order of the world and of how tiny you are.

[hiemaldesirae]

me when i get back into my streamer phase at the most stressful ass time of life