#except for tabi

[kindheartedgummybears]

the girlys are fighting again :(

[oddly-casual]

A thought I have pretty often but don’t have the brain to properly express is the fact that between the Girlymatsu’s and the regular matsu’s the only one who doesn’t share her signature color with her counter part is Osoko.

Like obviously it’s in the back of her intro card, and it’s Osoko so we know red is supposed to be her color.

She wears red in all the added merch and bonus content too. Off the top of my head there’s the Jyushimatsu dolphin episode, Tabimatsu, and hesokuri wars. All of which she wears red unless it’s a special set or she changes back into her work uniform.

It could really be nothing, but it always kind of threw me off. All the other girls get their signature color, why not Osoko?

Even if it’s in a subtle way they could’ve done it. Like with the pine pattern on ichiko’s dress or Jyshiko’s bright blonde hair and colored contacts.

Osoko’s makeup is more pink than it is red. So where’d her red go? I had a few thoughts on this so I’m gonna spit some shit.

1. Shes trying to blend in

In the episode she’s introduced in, she gives this big talk about how woman are supposed to be. Being independent, knowing when not to let other men pay for you, being young and approachable. She says all this but so easily snaps the next second. My only guess for why she snaps so quick is because she does that with friends.

With her friends Osoko has no problems being angry, making faces, yelling at them, etc. We don’t know how she is outside of her friend group, but from the way she describes herself it doesn’t seem like she acts the same around everyone.

Osoko is a working woman, she has to be all those things to survive the work place. Bold, but not too bold. Red is a very bold color.

Red lipstick is mature, but it also might hint at promiscuity for some older folk and people who like to talk shit. Meanwhile pink is a more cuter and toned down version of red, that’s why Osoko wears it as makeup instead. She wants to come off as light and fun and cute when that’s not who she really is.

2. She wants to seem younger

It’s brought up a couple times and the show kind of hints at it, but Osoko and Karako are supposed to be the older so believe.

They dress more mature and scold the others for being immature, and the comment jyushiko makes about them being old and unable to have children looks like it seriously pisses them off.

Osoko talks about youth a lot in her first episode, especially about how it makes her seem cuter. You’d think it would be a Todoko thing, but Osoko mentions it more than once when she talks. Meaning being cute and young (compared to her older male coworkers) instead of being headstrong or beautiful, is important to her.

Karako wears red heals and red lipstick but I think that’s just her style. She is bold, her personality is loud and just like how Karamatsu likes wearing shades and leather jackets to seem like a cool guy, Karako probably wears red to show maturity and maybe even a bit of sensuality.

Meanwhile Osoko, who doesn’t like the fact that she’s getting older, wears a more youthful color. Being pink. Even putting it on her cheeks to add to the youthful look.

3. Identity crisis

Pretty much everyone knows about Osomatsu’s identity issues. He very obviously has no personality of his own and it shows- mainly in the fact that while everyone has their own casual outfits that show off their identity, Osomatsu still wears the family symbol on his plain red hoodie.

I don’t think the girlymatsu’s are supposed to be sisters, they call each other friends and have never been mentioned to be related. They are all very visually distinct from each other, and their personalities are on full display all the time in just how they dress.

There would be no need for the girlymatsu’s to wear distinct colors because there would be no need to differentiate them from each other.

The show does it anyway, obviously, because fuck it why not it’s cute- but again, Osoko doesn’t.

It could be because, like Osomatsu, Osoko has no idea who she truly is. She pours herself into this older sister persona to lure men in (her words), but she’s loud and crude and judgmental when separated from that.

Just like how Osomatsu makes his family his identity, I think Osoko makes work her identity. She wears her work clothes out and about, even when she’s on vacation. In season 2 when she dresses out of her wet suit she’s in her uniform again- and we know nothing about her personal life, not even in the small tidbits we get from the other characters.

I truly think identity issues is something every version of Osomatsu is faced with. Even if it’s not that, idk I just think it’s interesting. If you made it this far, kiss kiss.

Live laugh love Osoko.

[logicalloony]

I really am so happy that so many people liked my silly psychonaut magma doodles. I had a lot of fun drawing them, figuring out colors and shapes, and making them fit the art style. It makes my tism brain happy

[alex-dontknow]

heuehudheudhehfuegfkehfkwgjr going feral

me + @k1rameki 💥💥💥💥

[izvmimi]

cw: selfship-coded. sappy. first kiss. isekai elements referenced if you pay attention. aged-up characters to early 20s. reader is part of the corps however not from time period nor country. love triangle.

Tanjiro is exactly where you expect him to be when you find yourself unable to turn in for the night, slipping your feet into tabi slippers, and finding the courtyard where he trains.

You’re no longer at the Ubuyashiki Estate these days but at the Butterfly Mansion, a welcome reprise from the rest of the Hashira with the subset of your comrades you’re most comfortable with - your best friends, in the same predicament as you, slumber in their own respective bedrooms. You can imagine that one has slipped into the room with Genya at some point in the night, and the other is probably asleep, her own gentleman (gentle really only with her and perhaps his pet beetle) caller having sent word that he’d be visiting in the morning. The Butterfly Mansion is truly a beautiful, restful place compared to the bustle of the estate but your heart has been aflutter ever since you came here.

You hate to admit it, but Kanao gets under your skin. 

For a moment, as from afar you watch Tanjiro practice his strike for what may very well be the thousandth time that night, you stand transfixed, wondering if it is worth it to break his concentration to tell him what’s been on your mind. After all, perhaps all this for him it’s something silly and inconsequential, something you’ve only built up in your mind. The draw to him may not be something real even, and even if it were, you are not destined to stay in this land or even this time period.

Whether or not you like him doesn’t matter. Whether or not you love him is moot. You can’t stay. Knowing how he feels about the situation will not serve to clear the muddy waters, plus you have never been one to draw unnecessary love triangles, anyway. 

Before you can let your own misgivings overtake you and turn tail, Tanjiro spots you from afar.

He calls your name loudly, one last strike before his sword is sheathed, and set by the trunk of the nearest cherry blossom tree. He’s fast, and before you know it, he’s by you, grinning widely as he does when he’s excited, despite the exhaustion evident in the very marrow of his bones, communicated by the sheen of sweat overlying tense, overworked muscles. 

“You’re up,” he says, and you try to come up with the best way to organize your thoughts. “Couldn’t sleep?” he asks, carefully. He’s moving back to where he’s left his sword, but this time he’s taken your hand gently, pulling you along as one does a small child. He has the tendency to do this, reach out to you without considering it first, still unable to understand the effect his touch has on you. He hasn’t picked up on the fact that you let only him and your closest friends touch you casually, and you wonder how he would take it if he realized.

Has he realized yet how special he is to you? 

Your mouth opens then closes as he unsheathes his sword again, and puts himself back in stance, throwing a glance at you to make sure you’re out of striking distance.

“Is it okay if I keep going? I assume you want to talk, but I’m not done. I can still listen, though.”

You nod then look around. Part of you is surprised Kanao isn’t out here, watching him with loving steady eyes, a mind that is as unreadable as her feelings are obvious. You can’t tell if she sees you as a threat or not, or if she sees you at all. But she’s nice. And you are nice. 

That’s all you are to each other and this arrangement is what you wish it could remain. 

Regardless, Aoi’s words have unsettled you.

I know how you feel and I’ve felt that way, but Kanao needs him.

Just thinking about how she practically accosted you, while well-meaning, terribly abrasive, you can feel your teeth clench. 

You haven’t done anything wrong except be yourself. You don’t know how to control the fact that he gravitates towards you. You haven’t tried to seduce him; you understand the roles of girl code, that she was there first, that she loved him first, that she was by his side when he was comatose, when he was fighting, when he was becoming what he is now, and you have no right and yet-

“Talk to me.” 

Tanjiro pauses, and he’s looking at you again, eyes washing over you in the moonlight as though they’re looking for any pain he can assuage. It hurts how he can care about you so deeply, like the most attentive of lovers, when all you’re fated for is a short-lived friendship. You have to remind yourself constantly that he does this for everyone, he loves everyone this tenderly, and thus let your heart stop racing, but there’s not much you can do when all you can think of is the way your lips met just days ago.

It wasn’t a kiss. Kisses are for people who love each other. Kisses are for him and Kanao. He is not for you, nothing is for you, everything is for Kanao.

“Kanao is in love with you,” you blurt out, and immediately regret it.

You can see his body tense, and then he breathes out slowly. You watch him move, and you can feel the night chill suddenly intensify, your arms wrapping around yourself for warmth but for comfort. Your body is trembling. Why did you say that? Everyone knows. It’s not a secret that they’ve been fated for each other for the past several years, long before you tumbled into this world that doesn’t in any way belong to you.

“I know.”

Heat rushes through your body. It’s the worst answer he could have possibly given you, polite and patronizing at once. He’s watching you carefully now, eyes matching your gaze, his hands running through his hair.

“I’m glad you know,” you finally convince yourself to say, trying to prevent your voice from cracking. Heartstrings taut to snapping, you try desperately to come up with a way to change the subject. You don’t care to hear about how easily he returns her feelings or any other part of their love story, whatever you’re not privy to.

“We’re supposed to head out in a couple of days, maybe you shouldn’t tire yourself out like this.” you offer. You turn your head from him, your hand on the tree trunk before you, pretending that the ridges of the bark are of particular interest to you now, although it’s mainly to catch a few errant tears threatening to escape your lash line. “When do you sleep?”

“__.”

He calls your name again, softer this time. Your heart sinks into your stomach. You can’t discuss this anymore.

“The soup Kanzaki-san made today was quite delicious, don’t you think? I have to ask for the recipe.”

There is a pause that is far too loud, and you’re now frozen stiff, holding back tears. You know he will not let you move on, but the idea of rejection in the middle of the night is just too much for you to bear.

Lovesick. Truly lovesick you are at this venture in time, and the fantasy has to last just a little bit longer. It’s all you have going for you in this awful situation, the dream that even if you’re trapped here slaying monsters for an indeterminate length of time, away from family and the technology you took for granted, perhaps he can smile and warm you like the sun. 

“I think Inosuke may have said my name right today, Tanjiro, isn’t that so funny?!”

You laugh, but it’s coming out disingenuous, a sound not unlike a barking sick cough.

“___,” he says again, his voice even softer now, pleading with you to manage your own font of emotions. 

It’s too much. 

You turn quickly and whisper something about being tired and needing to leave, and the moment you walk past him, he grips your wrist again, stopping you in your tracks.

Your heart thumps.

“I don’t love her.”

Your head shakes automatically even if it’s what you wanted so desperately to hear. “I think you should,” you say in the smallest of whispers.

Your hand pulls but Tanjiro doesn’t let go, instead stepping around to face you. Your head is turned downwards but gently, he takes your chin and raises it up to his face. You look away, but you’re biting your lip and the tears are starting to well up again. Your heart is racing out of control.

This isn’t what you want, but it is. You must still be dreaming, never having left the security of your bed. 

“Why are you crying?” 

Concern dripping in his voice, he’s thumbing away tears that you’re too embarrassed to explain.

“I…” you trail off. There’s no excuse, really.

“What do you want me to tell you, __?” Tanjiro asks. It’s a harsh question but it’s said with firm kindness; the gentle glow in his crimson eyes are patient still.

That you love me as much as I do you, you think, then dispel. Preposterous.

“I’m not sure,” you lie. He frowns, the immediately detected deceit disappointing him. He lets go of your chin, then takes both of your hands in his. Your stomach turns as he raises them to his lips.

“Kanao is important to me-” he starts. You wince and pull away, but he holds on tighter, “but you too are important. Very much so.”

“She loves you-” you start, and he quickly rebuts, “I love you.”

And this stuns you to silence.

“You…”

“Yes, you.”

A sharp inhale as your body recovers from sobs racks your body. Tanjiro pulls your knuckles to his lips and kisses, and you find your breathing erratic again.

“Tanjiro,” you start, and he pulls your face closer.

“I’ve loved you for a really long time,” he says, and the adoration in his eyes makes it so clearly true, sparkling in the moonlight. Your mind’s eye spins memories like films, every time he’s been too close, every time he’s been too careful, every time he’s wanted to be with you above everyone else.

“Are you sure?” you ask. It’s the lamest of things that you can ask but you have to hear it from him, the man who loves everything and everyone, that would choose anything before himself. 

“As sure as my blade.”

Your lips meet in a kiss that dizzies you before you can find his last statement cheesy. When the haze clears, you think of Aoi again, you see Kanao in your mind’s eye watching Tanjiro, butterflies in her hair.

“What about Kanao? She needs you.”

“I need you.”

He kisses you again, and this time you’ve lost all your reservations, perhaps too easily, your arms reaching around his neck to deepen the kiss.  You’ve never needed to tell him you loved him because it was written all over your face. It’s a part you’ve hated about yourself, that no matter how badly you’ve tried to limit your emotions, all comes spilling out through your words and actions. He might have known before you even did, your penchant for devotion spilling into every word you spoke to him, smiles you couldn’t quite temper.

Your friends saw it, Aoi saw it, Kanao saw it, the heavens above must have seen it.

Most importantly, he saw it. 

The tears remain free-flowing, now cathartic. You breathe in his love as he continues to kiss you, your lips, your neck craned, your back now supported by the tree that knows your poorly-kept secret.

“Tanjiro, I love you,” you admit finally, your noses just inches apart, breathless.

“I know,” he whispers. He smiles and kisses your neck. “And I’m so glad.”

[scn-thedog]

another pvpciv thought dump, except now it's focused on character design waow...

evbo has lamb/sheep features . peace and love on planet earth!! the more times he dies the more it becomes noticeable (to symbolize how he's dehumanized and treated like a farm animal. smiley face) so like in ep1 he only has lamb ears and itty bitty tiny horns. yes i know lambs don't have horns because they're baby sheep shh shhh

tabi is this towering figure in contrast to everything. she sticks out as a character because she doesn't fall back on violence immediately like others do and because she's looking for the truth and all that jazz, so i think her being like WAY taller than everyone else in the cast would be a nice touch that hints at this. red would be prominent on her design like not just in clothes and all red i like .. a motif.. because despite not being immediately violent. she's still out for blood in one way or another. also contrasts great with evbo's titular green

princezam is the only one who has sharp teeth. like i'm talking razor sharp. he doen't smile with his teeth because then his true nature or whatever is visible to the eye so that's why he's perpetually smiling like this -> :] . i don't know how to translate his design into drawing so i just went the boring unoriginal route and made him human ...uhrm anyways. he wears a LOT of jewerly (being a prince and all) but more specifically he wears a lot of rubies and gold. a lot of religious imagery like crosses are incorporated into my design for him too but most prominent features is his jewerly and the red/gold duo. the gold hints at the golden sword level and the red at the blood on his hands. wears a lot of white too to hint at trying to mask his actions as good. thumbs up

uhm i'll post more later maybe

[mashup-writing]

Power Naps; Donna Beneviento (Resident Lover)

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Requested? ❌

"Mananatili, sa iyong tabi mag damag."

"To stay, by your side for as long as can be."

Summary: Visiting your girlfriend, Professor!Donna in her office only to find her fast asleep. You try to wake her up, but she turns the tables and has you falling asleep with her on the sofa. It can't be comfortable, but with her trench coat draped over your shoulders you can't find it in yourself to fight the sleepiness off.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Resident Lover Masterlist

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A sigh leaves your lips as you spare another glance at your watch. You've spent the ast fifteen minutes knocking at the door to Donna's office in intervals but each attempt is greeted with silence. You're never impatient when it comes to your girlfriend, but right now your feet are starting to ache from how you've spent the past fifteen minutes standing outside the door and almost your whole day running around campus to help finalize your club's upcoming event.

You decide to knock once more, giving it another five minutes before you finally knock for the last time and open the door without an invitation- Letting yourself in before immediately shutting the door behind you.

The sight of Donna's office never fails to stop you in your tracks, you haven't been in here a lot but it's stark contrast to how the interior of her house looks like never ceases to surprise you. The walls are bland, and the shelves are empty except for a few volumes of botanical and toxicology texts. A singular file drawer stands behind her seat and the desk is barren except for the tests she's grading, a desk lamp, and a pen holder with a total of three pens in them.

It's said that the way an interior of a personal space is designed can tell you a lot about a person.

You take a moment to wonder why your girlfriend has her walls up so high whenever she's on campus.

You squint for a moment in the dim lighting, and it hits you that maybe your girlfriend wasn't giving you permission to enter her office simply because she wasn't currently in it. You wonder where she could be, you're sure that she's definitely done with her lectures at this hour- And she hasn't gone home yet because she had after all promised that she would drive you back to your dorm today once you were done with your respective responsibilities.

Your questioning thoughts don't cease until after you've looked to your side to find Donna laying on he back on her office sofa, her coat draped over her front- The iconic black trench coat, treated as a makeshift blanket. The sight almost makes you smile, but you take note of how Donna's using the arm rest as a pillow and you frown instead. That's gotta hurt.

You walk over to her side, kneeling on the carpeted floor before you gently brush her bangs away to place a gentle kiss on her forehead and on her scar separately.

"Mahal, wake up. It's almost 7 PM."

Donna's always been a light sleeper, so all it took was a gentle shake to her shoulder for her to start stirring in her slumber. She takes a deep breath before turning her head to face you, a gentle smile taking hold of her lips once her eyes adjust to the dimness of the room and she spots you by her side.

"Hello, Tesoro."

Donna takes your hand in hers and wastes no time in placing a kiss to the back of it. You feel her soft smile slowly shift into a grin when you chuckle at her actions.

"It's time to go home Donna, that couch can't be comfortable at all."

You move your hand to gently rest on her cheek, using your thumb to stroke skin in a gentle sweeping motion. Donna hums, her chest rises with a deep intake of air and her eyes flutter closed again.

"You are correct Tesoro. However, I believe I know of an immediate solution to this issue."

You're unable to get a word out before Donna moves quickly in a flash of black and grey, the next thing you know is that you're lying down on Donna and you're being readjusted so that the two of you can comfortably fit on the couch. A laugh escapes you as your girlfriend peppers your temple and your forehead in kisses.

Struggling against her grip was futile. So you choose to shift until you're comfortable before eventually calming down and just basking in how right it feels to be held in the Botanist's arms.

"We'll regret this when we wake up, I swear-"

Donna laughs without showing her teeth, eyes still remaining closed as if snatching you from the floor and onto the couch with her took no effort at all. She only shushes you before she stats to trace patterns on your back.

"Mia cara flore, that? Is a problem for future us. Right now I simply wish to share the silence and the serenity with you by my immediate side."

She places a lingering kiss to your lips, and you concede to her arguement with a contented hum before pulling away from her and settling down once again. You could never find it in your heart to deny Donna anything she asks for after all.

"A problem for future us. Agreed."

Donna adjusts her coat to cover your frame, the coat now acting as a blanket for the both of you to the best that it can as the ticking of the clock on her office wall lulls you both to sleep eventually.

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Translations:

Mahal - Literally translates to "Love" formally it is a word for the emotion, but it is also used as a pet name for a significant other.

Mia cara flore - My darling flower

[the-somwthing]

Okay real pvp civ spoilers time, me asking the real questions:

WHY TF CAN’T AXES BE IMMORTAL???

Like, I understand the netherite thing. It makes sense that only swords can achieve netherite immortality, since the other options are Bows, Shields, and Tridents, which can’t be upgraded to netherite (or at all)…

EXCEPT AXES CAN??? SO WTF. WHAT’S GOING ON HERE??? Surely it’s not an oversight… surely there’s something going on here… but what???

Also. My questions about the Shield Civilization are not only still here but actually there’s even MORE. Are they in EVERY civilization??? I love to imagine they got chased out of Axe Civilization due to well. If you know anything about PvP you would know why.

But like are the shields there for the same reason the other weapons are there? To farm the swords? And they’re just not hiding it like the others? I don’t understand mannnn. I don’t think the guard friend has any real idea that Everyone In The World Wants Swords Farmed. Unless he’s also secretly working with like Tabi. But I feel like if we’re supposed to be suspicious of him, there wouldn’t be that random part where Evbo talks to him and finds out he’s just starting his self discovery or whatever.

Last thing I want to say: “why is there a shield in his bed” was so funny

[melancholicstation]

WHEN I WAS A WAITRESS WEARING A WHITE DRESS - jfk jr. intern!reader headcanon's

day 7 of melancholichristmas is here, sorry for the delay!

you come in extra early into the office before everyone gets there with your hair rollers still in to get started on work early and john definitely catches you one time

so. many. woollen sweaters in spring-time colors

johns definitely one of those bosses who get downnnn at work christmas parties

like that man is on a dance-floor rampage...

he's soo this one video

will 100% walk you to your train stop to make sure you get on the train safe

cause he's a gentleman trust that!

doesn't ask you on a date until you've moved to a different magazine so it isn't a weird power-balance type situation

I have this weird sixth sense that he has a irate fear of cats

so when he comes over to your place and meets your 3 cats his nervous system cannot be calmed down whatsoever...

also would 100% close AND lock the door to the bedroom whenever y'all are in there just so the cats don't interfere

would clown the hell out of you if you wear those tabi mary-janes into the office

but that's okay cause he just doesn't get it

your chaotic nightstand of trinkets deeply offends jfk jr's instincts to a more minimalist style

he lovessss a rare lamb chop let me tell you that for free

he definitely walks into the george office with lip stick stains on his t-shirt

like exactly this shirt, except its real and not embroidery

you guys love drinking a melancholic beer on a nyc rooftop

you both take a lot of cute couple videos outside of work on a shared camcorder

and then you review them at the end of the year on new years eve together over dirty martini's!

has the appearance of a woodland nymph scared when watching scary halloween films

specifically david lynch's 'eraserhead' and the 1960s film 'eyes without a face'

you charm his mother by telling her that you've read war and peace three times and by gifting her a signed first edition copy for her collection:

sorry if this is very short, been feeling a little burnout that's all!

[rhymeswithchronic]

WELL LETS GET INTO IT THEN

Since I’m not sure if I could make a one shot out of this-

Here’s the vision: Every player spawns in with a pokemon. This is their partner. The player and their pokemon are the same age, spawning at the same time. Their partner pokemon isn’t always their ace pokemon, but it usually is. There’s something unique about some people’s partner pokemon though.

See, rarely, there’s a player that spawns with a legendary or mythical. Because of the sheer amount of potential power in these Pokemon, these players are often killed as soon as they spawn. Very few actually get anywhere.

Evbo spawns in with a Jirachi.

A Jirachi with 0 IVs, with no knowledge of how to train it, and it has one move: Wish.

They’re bonded though, and Evbo really doesn’t care about the fact that she has no attacking moves. He loves his silly little pokemon even though she totally defenseless and encourages his bad habits (come on, they’re bonded, of course she encourages his bad shopping habits to the max)

Tabi plans on attacking him, but as soon as she sees this pathetic little pokemon she can’t help but take pity and gives him a single pokeball to catch something that actually can defend itself.

He returns with a level 1 Treecko.

“I told you to get something that can FIGHT!”

“She can!” Evbo insists. “She knows tail whip AND tackle.”

Tabi shows off her partner pokemon- a Swellow that basically stays constantly perched on her head. Watching. She trains him in the way of type matchups.

So from then on, as soon as Evbo realizes there is actually a chance for him to fight, he finds himself hoping against hope that he’ll be able to survive a little longer. Cant die too early or else he won’t find out anything!

Maybe hope is the wrong word. I guess the proper word is he *wishes* to live.

From there, things progress as usual. The Guard’s partner is a Kleavor, Parrot’s a Chatot, and PrinceZam has a Pyroar. Evbo collects Pokemon that he thinks are cute or cool looking, which ends up with him getting judged even harder because he ends up with an entire team of grass and fairy types. Better than a monotype, but not by much. His Jirachi remains incapable of fighting for itself but never leaves his side, but that also means he forever has his Treecko hanging from his shoulder and Jirachi hovering somewhere next to him.

Upon being imprisoned, his entire team is taken away from him except his bonded Jirachi. The Guard ends up keeping them safe for him. You see, Jirachi is called the wish maker for a reason, and it’s because of the wish that she granted that Evbo can respawn.

She granted his wish to live.

Whenever he goes to the Gold Level, the guard gives him his Treecko back, which the Diamond Swords very avidly help him train into a perfectly EV trained Sceptile.

Yada yada, he escapes with Tabi in tow, Diamond Sword level, etc etc, but when he finds himself face to face with Tabi for the last time, he prepares himself to fight her Swellow, knowing it’s her strongest pokemon.

Only for him to realize that her entire team was a lie. She’s an experienced trainer, of course she has more than just six Pokemon stored away. And as she pulls out her real team, Evbo realizes with horror that she has developed and trained this team over the course of them knowing each other with the express purpose of countering his.

Her partner isn’t even a Swellow.

It is a perfectly trained, max IV Corviknight.

Against his grass/fairy dueltype team.

He never stood a chance.

[konjaku]

緋色茸[Hiirotake] Pycnoporus coccineus

緋色[Hiiro] : Scarlet; also called 緋[Hi], 色 means color

茸[Take] : Mushroom, toadstool

These were growing on a rotten wood lying on a dimly lit forest road the day after a rainy day. This group of mushrooms that grow vertically on tree trunks is called 猿の腰掛け|胡孫眼[Sarunokoshikake](The Polyporaceae). 猿[Saru] means monkey, の[No] means of, 腰掛け means stool.

There is an imaginary creature named 猩々[Shōjō] who always drinks alcohol, has red hair and face, and resembles a monkey. There is a Noh play of the same name, in which the performer appears all in red, his head hair, mask, and costume, except for the tabi (a kind of footwear). And, there is a vivid scarlet named 猩々緋. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shōjō https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Jinbaori_with_crossed_scythes_design_on_scarlet_wool_ground_3.jpg

[itzharplikealways]

We know that Evbo talks and monologues (It's literally mentioned by other people and confirmed by Evbo himself).

WHO is he talking to? Of course, the first theory would be to himself, like any teenager has done alone in their room (Except Evbo does it everywhere for whatever reason). But my second theory would be him talking to the audience (if we count the 4th wall breaks as completely canon).

Either way, we don't see or hear anyone else talking to themselves. Not Tabi, not PrinceZam or the guard. Evbo is the only one (if you don't count the time Parrot muttered when he gained Evbo's message from the video machine).

So why is Evbo so different from EVERYONE ELSE?

What I'm trying to get at, is that the whole IDEA of Evbo monologuing brings sooooo many questions and theories...

I hope Evbo (the actual youtuber) addresses it in more detail. I don't care if it's behind scenes or the actual plot. I NEED TO KNOW.

[rainbow-neko-artblog]

OK so, just curious, what's the lore behind ExSouls!BB and ExSouls!Armaros?

Exsouls Armaros is exceedingly egotistical. As an angel- he was assigned the very important job of figuring out why Funkcity was basically rotting away from the inside (Daddy Dearest had basically turned the city into his own personal hellscape realm) and this made him think he was super important- like, "WOW big task for me? You must trust me a whoooole lot- I must be like super strong and cool right?" That kindof mindset.

Except he gets down there and basically assumes the reason DD is doing all this is because of GF, his "daughter". He's not fully wrong- DD was doing it to manipulate GF into relying on him but regardless, HE was the one causing this, HE should have been Armaros' target. But Armaros thought he knew better, thought he was better, and aimed for GF instead. Obviously this leads to the fabled BB sacrificing himself to save GF for BF- getting shot by Armaros instead. Armaros FALLS/Gets cast out of heaven for his sin of pride- and then launches into his revenge scheme to those who caused his downfall.

Only to find out, that DD brought back BB- Here's the thing though. In Exsouls, DD is huge a manipulative asshole- when he brings BB back, it's at the point on the timeline where BF and GF are dating but she doesn't know that he's been killing all her Ex's yet- so he still has to play nice infront of her. So he agrees to bring BB back so he doesn't owe BF anything like in canon- but isn't NEARLY as gentle with BBs Soul as Canon DD was- resulting in BB coming back as a very frail, sickly, and rather demonic shadow of himself. He's still BB, but moving, seeing, breathing, it's all extremely hard for him, but he's revived like DD said he would. (This display of demonic reserection/helping passes on souls, is what inspires GF to make a deal with Tabi, Garcello, and Senpai down the road.)

So Armaros, driven by revenge, shows up at BFs and GFs apartment- only to find BB there, in the sorry state he's now in. He finds himself unable to take his revenge out on someone so pathetically scarred- someone who's scars are technically Armaros' own fault. So his revenge plot shifts gears- he starts taking care of and protecting BB, and in return realizes how wrong he was for targeting GF.

It takes him a LONG time to ever admit he was wrong- afterall he is a prideful egotistical pompous asshole, but he does do it eventually. Till then he makes up for it with acts of service for BB. Who is constantly defending him from his brothers harsh glares for killing him in the first place because he's such a sweet and kind soul. <3

[funke3]

PVP civilization <<< parkour civilization

possible spoilers for both, but explanation for why I think so

parkciv evbo: I have to make this jump. If I fail, I'll be in parkour jail forever, and even die. This is paramount to my survival.

- tense

- the audience is rooting for evbo and is afraid he'll die

- the reward for ranking up is more privileges, and ranking up is near impossible

PVP civ evbo: If I die I'll just respawn this fight is easy. I could rank up I guess but I'm more interested in this tabi girl

- 0 tension at all

- the audience doesn't feel much empathy when he dies, since the punishment for dying is minimal and even better because it resets your sword hits

- the reward for ranking up is basically nothing, just the eventual escape which he nor the audience knows if it even exists

- finally the PVP civ evbo character just isn't very likeable. none of the characters like him at all, he has little empathy for anyone else except tabi

[sunandflame]

Flame and Water, Chapter 12

Ship & Trope: Kyojuro x Fem!Reader (Water Pillars Tsuguko) / Slowburn

Warnings: canon-typical violence / fluff / mention of trauma and fire

Word Count: 1880 Words

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The old lady's statements opened many questions for Kyojuro. Even when he said goodbye to her, he brooded over her words, but came to no conclusion. He was confused and a little hurt. Didn't you two trust each other that day so you kept something that important from him? Why were you hiding it? He thought that you were both close friends. He couldn't answer the question and would ask you about it later when you were feeling better. First, he had to talk to his father. He needed to know what had happened back then.

He entered the room where his father spent the most of his time and didn’t see him lying on his futon for the first time in years. Usually, he was either drinking and laying sideways while reading in that book but now he sat on the engawa, and his eyes were staring into the distance. Respectful as Kyojuro was, he sat down on the tatami mat to keep a distance and just as he was about to open his mouth, Shinjuro interrupted him.

"Is your girlfriend okay?"

Kyojuro had not expected this question. She was not his girlfriend. In general, he hadn't expected his father to ask about anyone's wellbeing, but it looked like he was sober. "Yes, she's unconscious, but-"

"And her burns?"

Kyojuro's eyes widened at this statement, and it hit him like a slap. Even his father knew that crucial detail about you. His gaze dropped as he clenched his fists on his knees. "The old lady next door treated her. She said she will be fine and should wake up in the next hour or so. She also told me that Y/N has several old burns. Something you seem to know about, father."

Shinjuro turned his head sideways to give him a silent look, before he turned ahead again and sighed. "15 years ago, there was a fire demon who attacked a village. His eye bore the sign Lower Rank One. A powerful opponent who managed to spread a firestorm and turned countless people into demons. It was something I had never seen in my lifetime as a slayer."

Kyojuro swallowed and listened to his father's words. Lower Moon One? He remembered the fight he had against Lower Moon Two to become a Hashira and how he had terrorized a whole city with his bombs.

Shinjuro continued. "Your girlfriend looked at me the same way back then, full of fear and terror. Unfortunately, she witnessed how I beheaded her parents while protecting her. They had been turned into demons who wanted to eat their own daughter. I was able to decapitate the Lower Moon One… but at what cost? There was no one left to save. He had killed everyone without exception or turned them into demons which forced me to kill them all. Only she survived, but she ran away from me like I was the monster… I found her buried under a heap of rubble and wounded with the worst burns I have ever seen on a human being. Her chances of survival were slim and yet I wanted to save at least one person in this tragedy. The scale of the catastrophe was great, the village burned beyond recognition of its existence. Just as she bore her scars from it, I too have one from this fiery hell."

Shinjuro turned his foot around so Kyojuro could see the burned soles. "The demon slayer uniform protected me, the tabi socks didn't and yet I wished that I would be the one who's skin burned and not that of a little child. I can understand if she doesn't want to talk about it. It must have traumatized her badly. Even I-"

Suddenly a stifled sob sounded behind the shoji door. Father and son immediately turned their heads and knew that you had been listening to them the whole time behind the thin paper walls.

You had woken up alone and scared in a room with a headache. A penetrating herbal smell immediately hit your nose. An earlier memory from your childhood had come alive again and you knew immediately that you were covered with a burn ointment. A similar one that they used on you as a child. One quick look under your hakama and you saw the reddened skin. Your leg couldn't get any uglier than it already is, you thought dryly. You stepped out of the room and looked around for Kyojuro and couldn't see him until you heard his voice.

You stood there petrified and listened to the complete story of Shinjuro and your village. So that's why your memories were patchy without even knowing. There was simply no one left to tell you about it because they were all dead and your parents- Your breath caught and the memory of them coming at you with contorted faces came back with a bang. They- they tried to eat you! You hadn't even noticed how the tears flowed down your cheeks when a choked sob escaped you and you immediately covered your mouth with your hand. You looked in the direction of the shoji door in fear and hurried away with quick steps. You didn't want to be seen by them - not in this state - and entered the first room that you saw.

You dropped to the ground and cried uncontrollably. A heavy burden seemed to have been lifted from your shoulders and the unrestrained grief over the death of your family and friends overcame you. You finally knew the complete truth without knowing you were living a lie. You were not alone because you were avoided, but because you were brutally robbed of every person you ever knew.

With your head on your knees, you succumbed to your grief when you suddenly felt a presence next to you. You looked up with tear-stained eyes right into golden-red hues. Kyojuro's gaze contained no pity and yet they were filled with sadness and empathy for you. "Y/N..." He took your hand in his and pulled you up. "You are not alone in this. I won't allow that, so share your pain with me." If Kyojuro could, he would take all your pain to never see you cry again.

More tears gathered in your eyes until you couldn't see anything anymore. "K-Kyojuro-" With a sob, you threw yourself into his arms. He immediately wrapped his arms around you tightly, holding you in a fierce embrace.

You cried into the crook of his neck. It took a while for you to calm down, but that didn't matter, Kyojuro was here to hold you. His tight warm hug, it was like he gathered all the broken and burned pieces and made you whole again. Without realizing you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck and took in his scent which sent you into a light buzz. His scent was warm like the ray of sunshine with an earthy undertone. It was so comforting for your senses that you wanted to nuzzle your nose more until you realized what you were about to do, but you didn't pull immediately away. Kyojuro’s grip on your yukata was so tight, his face buried also into your neck. It seemed like as he didn’t want let go of you, like he had to make sure you were still whole.

It took a while for the two of you to loosen your grip on each other. Very slowly you moved your heads apart but only to look deep into each other's eyes. Still in his embrace, you gazed into his beautiful golden red hues, which always radiated such a passionate optimism, but now seemed to have a gleam you had never seen in him before. A pleasant tingling spread through you, and you felt the looming tension between you. Without realizing your faces came closer until your lips met.

It was soft and chaste, fleeting - the touch of his lips hotter than you thought in the short moment you kissed. The butterflies in your stomach fluttered excitedly when you saw a hint of blush on his cheeks.

"I- apologize!"

"For what?"

"For touching you in such an inappropriate way!" His face was now completely red, and you could not help but start to giggle.

"I think it’s called a kiss, Kyojuro."

Mesmerized, he stared at your lips while you giggled. "Yeah, and I think I am going to do it again..."

He was about to bend down to give you another kiss when you quickly placed your finger on his lips. "W-Wait! What if someone just barges in here?" You looked around with a slight panic.

You heard his deep chuckle. "That is not going to happen, since this is my room."

“Oh,” was the only thing that left your lips. You looked around wide-eyed and indeed, it looked like it belonged to him. You just went into the next available room in such a hurry that you didn't even notice it, but on closer inspection it was obvious. It included the usual things a room needed. A futon to sleep, a chest of drawers and a picture of his family. But there was one thing- no two things that stood out. One was a small chest that seemed to hold writing stuff and the other was a hanging scroll where "protection" was written in a calligraphy. It was above his futon. The origin didn’t seem to be himself.

“Do you like it?”

You nodded and started to blush madly when you realized how intimate this situation actually was. You were here alone in Kyojuro’s room as the said man was still holding you.

He laughed his boisterous laugh, and you felt his laughter vibrate all over your body. Your blush was just so adorable that he couldn’t hold himself back and kissed your cheek. Another silent moment passed between you when you just looked into each other's eyes and then he suddenly shouted. “Y/N!” His face was red like a tomato. “I love you and I would be happy if you could become my girlfriend!”

His confession was bold and like a burning fire. He literally was the Flame Pillar as a slayer and in his private time. You smiled as you pulled him in for another kiss, holding his face in your hands. It was not a long and passionate kiss as this was the first one you ever shared in your life, that was followed by several others. Each of them was short and soft, feather light like the butterflies that were fluttering in your stomach. Each kiss had him sigh in delight, between each kiss you whispered how you loved him too, how much you wanted to be his, until you rested your head on his chest with closed eyes, and heard the strong and steady beat of his heart. You heard how excited he was that the feeling was mutual.

He noticed your exhaustion of the day and laid down on his futon, pulling you close in a comfortable and comforting embrace. You nuzzled your face into his chest, the symbol of protection over both of your heads, and you indeed felt protected for the first time in your life in the embrace of a Flame.

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Big thanks to my lovely friend @desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi for beta reading and editing❤️) As some might have realized that the story is close to the end. Chapter 13 will be the last and then there comes an epilog. I hope you will stay tuned till the epilog. And again I am open for discussions and critique. All likes, reblogs and replies are highly appreciated!

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[parkcivconfess]

Bzz (HOPEFULLY the last one i promise) So i have alot of thoughts about PVP civ specifically about the terrible relationships Evbo seems to have with almost every character (platonic or otherwise your call ngl) Parrot is a notable exception to this rule since to my knowledge he has never personally hit Evbo in any instance (But got very close that one time during the whole "What do you mean theres no way down to the golden sword layer" scene in the mansion) Raymond (The guard friend) and Tabi both have killed him atleast once She has also notably hit him way more than anyone else on screen (the red gate market scene where he tries to buy something infront of her and she literally hits him) and Evbo just?? Deals with that. He cares about her enough to call her his gf and later on, wife before settling on friend. Bro likes the kind of woman that will actually just kill him Tabi also betrays him, which probably didn't help their already terrible relationship with eachother Raymond straight up beats Evbo to death with his bare hands when Evbo refuses to comply with the PVP check (which..everyone seems to just forget that happened? a bit weird to overlook to me atleast) and Raymond isn't very nice to him either during the recap in ep 5 so who knows what kind of shit those two got into offscreen The diamond swords probably? watched him die more than a few times, Ferre specifically has actively killed him an unknown amount of times during the offscreen prison stuff that is implied to have gone on for..awhile Zam. Where do i even start with this man. First off, he attacks Evbo in the marketplace. terrible start for any sort of positive rapport Then he teaches Evbo about the armor stand, which probably gives Evbo some..complicated feelings about their encounter esp since they aren't on a trustworthy enough basis for Zam to open the door Zam definitely gets up to enough shit offscreen for him to get down to the iron sword level (which, i would LOVE to see a fic about the things he does during that time, would he be stalking Evbo from the sidelines? fun thought) Then Zam sells him out to the iron swords and possibly the guard fleet? And also probably gets special privileges for doing so. if i were to assume Zam hides the fact that he even touched Evbo's armor stand from all of them because he would get farmed too if they found out about that shit (unless he was working with someone who kept his secret which..debatable? it could work i think) And then Zam kills Evbo an unknown amount of times during the time Evbo is in prison and unable to progress with the fight with Ferre And then the two fights between them happen. Not even mentioning Zam was probably waiting in that wooden sword apartment for a while if i were to assume. Mans dedicated to the bit, is all i'm gonna say. (I'm for toxic zambo it can work guys WHERE is it.) Like this man. Cannot catch a fucking break. Someone give him a friend that actually cares about him and his safety. or 4. Maybe 5. - 🐝

someone PLEASE give pvp evbo a beer lord knows he needs it