#hardly different

[dailykafka]

— January 17, 1922 / Franz Kafka diaries

[crustyfloor]

what

i didnt know there were official alien stage cookies out there... somewhere... id do anything to eat 100 Till cookies even if they're stale

[shining-kommo-o]

Lot of Gen 3 concept art

[yuwuta]

please feed us some yuuji blurbs there’s a lack of him rn :(

ofc… sweetest boy all time… here’s something was was meant to be a longer project but got lost in the editing whirlwind… love him so bad... 

NEVER LOST IN TRANSLATION, BECAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT 

notes: reader is implied to be american/english-speaking, yuuta and megumi are bilingual, yuuji, bless his soul, is not. i didn’t use italics for conversations between yuuji and megumi because it would all be in japanese, but when they get mixed later in the scene, japanese is differentiated with italics. hope that’s not too confusing lololll

Honestly, Yuuji tried his best in school. Some things came easier than other, but with a bit of hard work, and help from his friends, he always managed to pull pretty good grades. But right now, his biggest regret is not taking english more seriously in high school, because it’s been about three weeks since he met you, and he’s only been able to say maybe five full sentences to you without the help of Yuuta or Megumi translating. 

He was excited when Yuuta said his friend from abroad would be coming to visit and study, but god, he didn’t expect you to be so pretty. To have such pretty eyes, and pretty lips, and pretty hair, to have the prettiest voice in the world despite him only understanding every eighteenth word you say. You’re beautiful to him, and Yuuji thinks that even if he could speak your language fluently, the words would still get caught in his throat. He’s so lovesick, it’s embarrassing—his friends have been harping on him blushing and stuttering over you for the past month, and he can’t even blame them.

“What does she say to you when you guys talk,” Yuuji whines, hovering around Megumi, and not-so-discreetly looking back at you where you’re still sat in the living room laughing with Yuuta, “Does she ever say anything about me? I mean—probably not right? Which is fine! Actually, dont tell me—no, do. Or maybe—”

“She asks about you,” Megumi says, matter-of-fact in delivery, as he places a bag of popcorn in the microwave, but that doesn’t curb Yuuji’s enthusiasm. He’s practically bouncing, if he weren’t already—begging Megumi to spill the details, “What did she ask? Tell me! Tell me!” 

“She once asked if you dye your hair.”

“That’s it?!” Yuuji screams, heartbroken, and visibly deflating.

Megumi shrugs, “Yuuta probably knows more. She’s his exchange buddy friend thing, so ask him.”

“I can’t ask him, he’s right next to her!” Yuuji pouts, “Wait, what does ‘exchange buddy friend thing’ mean? You don’t think they’re more than friends, right…? I can’t blame her, senpai is really pretty, too, and he can actually talk to her… so unfair.” 

“You know, she’s not fluent, but she can understand some Japanese,” Megumi reminds him, “So, she can definitely hear you, and probably understand you.”

Yuuji’s shoulders slump, and once again, he turns around to look back at you. This time, you two make eye-contact, and that instant, Yuuji’s cheeks go pink, a nervous hand raised to wave at you, and instant internal regret at his actions; but, then you smile, and wave back, and Yuuji stays like that, dumbfounded and lovestruck and on autopilot as he waves with hearts in his eyes until Yuuta looks up from his phone and catches him.

Embarrassing. He knows he’s not the brightest, but he’s at a record high of self-embarrassment since he’s met you.

Yuuta finds himself chuckling when Yuuji spins around and goes back to prodding Megumi with questions. When you turn to face him again, it’s with a shy smile.

“I told you you’d like him,” Yuuta grins—the kind that seems sweet and innocent, but has just a kiss of that all-knowing tease to it; the kind that reminds you that he’s truly related to Satoru.

“Oh, be quiet,” you grumble, tucking your legs in and resting your chin on your knee. You spare another glance in Yuuji’s direction, for once, grateful for the language barrier between the two of you, when you turn back to Yuuta to proclaim: “I can like someone and not do anything about it. You’re real good at that, aren’t you?”

Yuuta’s slightly cocky grin falls into a scowl, and now you get to smile when he argues back, “We said not to bring up he who shall not be named in the presence of my friends!”

“Then don’t bring up my he who shall not be named in the presence of him!”

“Aren’t Americans all about forging new frontiers and chasing after your dreams?” he taunts, “Well, your dream is right in front of you.”

“My dream right now is to kill you.”

“Lucky for me, you’re going to have to hold off on that because your lover boy is approaching.”

You don’t have time to argue back with Yuuta when Megumi and Yuuji approach the living area with snacks in tow. Yuuta scoots to the tail end of the couch under the guise of giving Yuuji space to place the popcorn and nuggets in the center of the coffee table, but he has just enough time to flash you a wink before Yuuji settles in between. Megumi opts for the loveseat closets to Yuuta’s end of the couch, and you do your best not to reach over Yuuji and strangle Yuuta.

The boys decide on watching a movie you’ve never heard of, but Megumi reassures you it’ll be easy to follow and has English subtitles. You don’t mind, settling in to your corner of the couch with a handful of popcorn just as the title-screen for Human Earthworm 3 rolls across the TV.

You can follow along well-enough—even without subtitles, you get the gist of the movie. What you really find entertaining is Yuuji, who occasionally blurts out a comment or exclamation, or audibly coos whenever something sad is happening on screen. He’s almost as animated as the characters; you’re more of the silent-watcher type, but you find yourself endearing by this commentary, even if you can only understand parts of it.

You particularly appreciate the way that after every comment, he either motions to Megumi, or turns to you himself to repeat his thoughts in his best broken English, and even when you don’t understand his words, you understand him. His emotions are all on his sleeve: frustration, happiness, confusion, curiosity—communication between you two should be more difficult, but Yuuji makes it easy.

It gives you the confidence you cough out your own observation, “You, um… you’ve… seen the others? You seem to like this series.”

Across the room, Megumi and Yuuta hold their breaths, opting to not translate for you when you switch from Japanese to English. Yuuji is quiet for a moment, turned to face you with a slightly confused look on his face that makes you nervous, until his eyes brighten up and he smiles and begins nodding fervently—“Yeah—yeah, I do! It’s my… hm how do I say it… Oh! It’s my favorite!”

Between the smile on his face, the blush on his cheeks, and sincerity in his voice, you feel like you’re wrapped up in his world. It’s a little confusing, and scary, but it’s not all that bad. Maybe you can do something about it, eventually.

“I.. I think I like it, too.”

[welcometogrouchland]

ANOTHER SKETCH DUMP! Featuring more of me playing with lineless art. Batman reborn era trio (dick, damian and steph) I miss you...when will you return from war. Also featuring Steph designs bc I've seen ppl dissatisfied w/ her current look, some good mom Talia, and Jason Todd poetry club. Duke is confused not that Jason would start a poetry club but that he'd have such mid poetry opinions. (ID in Alt)

[slayerdurge]

Durgetash Resurrection AU

"Is that...? That's my body. I remember now. The Morphic Pool. The Elder Brain, it... I was dead. What did you do?" "I made a deal... with Lord Bane."

[birdhousesinyoursoul]

reddie if they yuri’d (happy birthday richie)

[civetcider]

Big ol post for everything I physically painted this year! I think I have improved quite a lot with it lately

I highly recommend painting for everyone even if your not a very artsy person, it's just good fun and very relaxing, and at the end you get something cool to hang on your wall

[storytellingbadger]

The splendid Suns of Celestial Phenomena, my TSAMS AU over on AO3. Mind the ratings. Spoilers for the characters below.

Left: Blue Eyes (imaginatively named by a very grumpy Eclipse), a world-weary and eerily perceptive sunny-model from the "A Place Where It NEVER HAPPENED!!! in VRChat" episode. Someone (spoilers!) more kindly bestows "Bluebell" as an improved monicker later on.

Centre: the original Sunrise, love of Solar's life and brother to Nexus and Old Moon. The one who's seen it all and has perhaps more startlingly survived it all too. One of the main characters of Celestial Phenomena.

Right: Solar's Sun "Swift", rescued from Solar's home dimension and forging a new life for himself. He's weighed down by a torrent of grief and guilt, but he's doing his best - and hero worships Sunrise a bit. He owes him his life, after all.

@fairyfoxprincess-blog and @starlightstudio1987 - you might both see little elements from your wonderful fan art of Bluebell and Swift featured here, thank you so much!

[seilon]

imagine being edwin payne and going to hell in 1916, then escaping hell and coming back to earth in the late 80s. the technology and culture shock would be fucking insane. like we joke a lot (rightfully) about his lack of understanding in the internet, but what about the instant shift he had to have made from occasionally getting to listen to classical music through a pre-radio gramophone, to hearing bass-boosted synth-heavy new wave pop blasting from nightclub speakers on every other london street corner? electrical appliances were basically just barely being introduced to the average home in the 1910s, then suddenly edwin has to wrap his head around every house having a refrigerator, a washing machine, a dryer, a microwave, a television– let alone what all this stuff is and what they all do. and let’s not even get started on social progress– women having rights, men on magazine covers wearing flashy makeup, legitimate interracial marriages existing, etc etc etc.

all this to say; he’s doing pretty good for someone that had to try and catch up on 70 years of technological and societal progress– not quite getting what the internet is yet seems pretty understandable in the scheme of things.

[yolixpan]

I was a bit concerned about how will they would film these scenes with their height difference, because I though it'd be only close shots to avoid that problem, but THIS, this is amazing.

It really captures how tiny she is and the nuisance that it could lead to, I love so much how Colin is hunching himself in order to reach her and he is also bending his knees and Pen is probably in her tippy toes!!!

Even if is only in my dreams, I'll manifest to have this kind of problems!! And Nicola is 3cm taller than me.

[lotus-pear]

i saw on ur reblog sideblog u said manga chuuya is better. personally i don't see a difference.. can u do a comparison post of them both pls??

my dear anon i'm so glad you asked. they are not the same

[taralen]

I had too much fun with this. These are my concept art notes to determine how his facial anatomy works for my LoveLetter AU. He is semi-organic and rife with body horror.

[leroiestmortvivelareine]

Jean patching Neil up, over and over, as he lay swooning in the darkness, clinging to life... the feel of Jean's hands so imprinted on Neil's skin that when the demons come out of the dark places to rend him with their claws he feels Jean's hands on him, erasing the damage, soothing him back to sleep.

[tunapesto]

doomed yuri moment

[bleue-flora]

I got to see the musical Les Misérables recently and it got me thinking... Who represents “the people” in the dsmp. I think the common perception is L’manberg, they have the flag after all. Tommy and Wilbur were certainly not wealthy in riches, surely they represent the poor people starving in the streets, fighting against an unfair system…Except in the beginning they are revolting against Dream, who is neither a king nor dictator nor government. He wasn’t forcing people into poverty or unjustly imprisoning people for stealing bread to become his slaves. On the contrary, he constantly gave out food and even returned people’s armor when the battles were over. I believe Dream even says himself [clip] that the people of L’manberg already had the freedom to build that land and make it their home and community. What they fought for was independence, which gave them the right to deny people freedom to enter their land. They fought not for their own freedom to exist, they already had that, but the right to enforce rules that limited other people’s freedom - only Europeans allowed, no armor… etc - They fought to establish the very oppressive government they claimed to revolt against and when they were kicked out by the very laws of the government they created, that’s when L’manberg (Manberg) needed to be overthrown. But not to dismantle the corrupt institution that allowed a legal dictatorship (like Techno thought) but to become the new dictators. In other words, L’manberg is less like the Les Mis revolutionaries and more like the corrupt government. In that case then, Niki is the people who will not be slaves again, Philza fought for the right to be free, Techno fought for the world he longs to see, Dream fought for his life to start, when tomorrow comes. They then are the people who were oppressed by the government (used as a slave for resources, hunted down and executed, discriminated against and unfairly treated, forced under house arrest because of a friendship… etc) singing for the freedom to simply live their lives. They are the ones singing the song of angry men. [song]