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smokeybrandreviews · 2 years

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On to the Next One

Anime October is upon us and, oh my, is it glorious! We’re a few weeks in and i wanted to kind of throw out the shows that i am currently following. Last season, i got up to eight (the most in almost a decade) but this Fall season is stacking up to give Summer a run for it’s money. Seriously, just off the top, there are three that i absolutely know I'm going to finish. BLEACH, Chainsaw Man, and Reincarnated as a Sword. I’ve been looking forward to these adaption all goddamn year and, so far, they have not disappointed. But that’s only three. This season has a bunch of surprise gems that i didn’t even realize were getting shows! That list of three just keeps growing, man.

The New Blood

These are the titles that are releasing this season which immediately caught my attention. Some are continuations like Mob or BLEACH, but it’s been some time since we’ve seen them onscreen. Others are brand new, like Murder Mittens, and i can’t wait to see how something I've loved reading, translates to the big screen. All in all, Anime October is not disappointing this year.

Reincarnated as a Sword

Murder Mittens got a show and, so far, it is everything! Listen, i am a massive fan of the Tensei Shitara Ken Deshita manga. I wrote, at length, of my adoration and admiration of this story and love the fact that so many people will be able to see, their TVs, why i love the misadventures of Fran and her Sensei. Obviously I'm riding with this one to the end, come hell or high water.

Chainsaw Man

Yet another of my most anticipated entries for this year. Chainsaw Man was an amazing read with some of the strongest character work I've seen in manga as a whole. I can’t wait to get into the Control Devil’s shenanigans or the adorable relationship between Denji and Power. This show has all of the potential to be a classic, as long as Mappa doesn’t f*ck it up.

BLEACH: Thousand Year Blood War

Bro. It’s BLEACH. Eight years after the anime “ended”, twenty since we first saw Death and Strawberry on screen for the first time, we are finally getting a proper farewell to one of the most revered Shonen manga ever to be written. And it is a f*cking GLORIOUS watch. That first episode damn near brought me to tears. Literally had to write a day one impression and it was all good. Again, hell or high water, I'm riding this Shinigami train to the end of the line!

Mob Psycho 100 III

Mob turned out to be a real surprise when it initially released but i stuck with it to the end and was rewarded with a pretty solid anime. It was gorgeous to look at and had great characters you could really support. Fast forward six years and we have the third entry into ONE’s second anime adaption. This means Mob is beating the far more successful, far more well known, One Punch Man at this point. I cannot wait for that third season to start but, in the mean time, good ol’ Mob will tied me over.

Beast Tamer

In all honesty, i didn’t even know this thing was getting an adaption until i stumbled on the first episode by accident. I love this manga. It’s a cute little Isekai with some solid action, on the page at least. I can’t wait to see how that translate into animation and, if they get the characters right, I'll probably end up watching this entire episode run. Tat said, last season’s Black Summoner started out exactly the same way so, you know, we’ll see...

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury

I’ve been off that Gundam train for some years now. SEED killed it for me. I’ve flirted with the franchise here and there, watched some of Unicorn and Iron-Booded Orphans, but nothing serious. My Gundam was Wing. Those Mobile Suits are unassailable to me, particularly Epyon. That’s the crown jewel in my book so your main Gundam has to at least be close to that. All these years, i have never - NEVER - felt out a Gundam the way i did about Epyon, until Aerial. I LOVE this thing, man, which is enough to get me interested. After watching a few episodes, I'm sold. The world, the intrigue, the strong yuri enticement; It’s everything i didn’t know i needed in my modern Gundam.

Lum Invader

I didn’t even know this released. Listen, i love Lum. I’ve loved Lum for actual decades. I’m old enough to remember the original from, what? Thirty-five years ago? Lum is responsible for a lot of the harem tropes you see in modern anime, which i don’t mind. More than revisiting the plot with modern animation techniques, i am absolutely curious how modern audiences will take this very Eighties anime. Between this and Bastard!!, i am all in a tizzy about the Anime Golden Age resurgence.

SPY x FAMILY Cour 2

Straight up, i slept on the first season for damn near it’s entire tun. I picked it up, dropped it, then picked up again at the behest of EVERYONE I KNEW WHO WATCHED ANIME. I’m not making that mistake again. I’m riding with this all the way to the end.

On the Cusp

These are the shows that i may or may not pick up as the season progresses. I’m intrigued, for sure, but i can’t be bothered until i see more positive reception from the fandom. One of these might end of being my Edgerunners from last season or Spy x Family form the season before.

Fuuto Tantei

I don’t talk about this much, but i am a decent fan of Kamen Rider. I have been since the early Nineties when Saban tried to bring it over as Masked Rider. My favorite is Black but over the years, there have been contenders to that crown. One of which was Kamen Rider W. I loved how goofy that whole system was. It reminded me of those old Capcom Super Split screens from the Versus titles and i loved it. Color me surprised when i found out there was a sequel. I’ve been reading the manga adaption, which i like d so far, but i don’t know if it’s enough to get me to commit for weekly anime viewings. I might just binge this thing over a weekend after the seasons ends.

Arknights [Reimei Zensou]

I just like the character designs for Arknights. That’s it. I don’t play the game because i have an aversion to Gachas not named Azur Lane or Fate/Grand Order. Still, it might be dope to see Siege, Ifrit, or Surtr in animated glory. That’s not enough to get me to commit, but it’s enough to keep me interested.

The Eminence in Shadow

I’m just really curious about the toe of this show. I read the manga and that sh*t is all over the place. It can be wildly violent and just as bloody but, at the same time, an absolute farce? I can’t get a read on what this narrative wants to do and i imagine it’ll be just as spastic on TV. That’s why i can’t be bothered trying to watch this thing week to week but i would be receptive to a binge when the season is over.

#anime

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smokeybrand · 2 years

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On to the Next One

The New Blood

Reincarnated as a Sword

Chainsaw Man

BLEACH: Thousand Year Blood War

Mob Psycho 100 III

Beast Tamer

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury

Lum Invader

SPY x FAMILY Cour 2

On the Cusp

Fuuto Tantei

Arknights [Reimei Zensou]

The Eminence in Shadow

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xiao-nomine · 3 years

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I wonder how hard it would be to find someone making art of Mr murder mittens doing cat stuff?

#marie talks about stuff on her mind #xiao nomine #marie talks about things on her mind #I forget the name of the doll boss in ngs but uh big stompy boy with big Ole murder mittens

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upperstories · 7 years

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Stargazing

Frankly, Bendy is sick and tired of nightmares. Sure, they’re still terrifying, but they’re also so common that he’s annoyed at the part of his subconscious that insists on recutting thirty years worth of rotten memories into stupid phantasms.

Tonight’s installment of Horrible Dream Theater was mostly notable in its persistence: he’s been up and about for a good 15 minutes, but he still can’t close his eyes for more than a blink without the thing digging its claws into him again.

Focusing on what’s real and actually good helps. For once in his life, Bendy is safe. Sure, hiding from almost everyone is still necessary, but politely indifferent neighbors are much easier to deal with than suspicious cops or nosy samaritans. Most importantly, he isn’t alone, either in general or in the moment. For both him and Henry, sitting in the kitchen talking beats staring at the ceiling or leafing listlessly through a book.

“Ya think talking about it would help?” Sometimes, if they’re lucky, nightmares sound ridiculous when described out loud, and both of them (all three of them?) can have a good laugh at having ever been scared of searcher-policemen or whatnot.

Henry hesitates before responding. “Probably not”. Another pause, a shrug, and then he continues anyways. “Drowning. We were trapped in a collapsed air duct back in the studio as it flooded with ink. I can’t remember much more of it.”

He’s implying that Buddy does, though. Which makes it hard for Bendy to help at all. Pulling them in front of a mirror would be overkill, and anyways, it’d probably be best to let Buddy hide behind Henry for now. The only remotely productive thing Bendy can do is find some sort of big sparkly distraction.

Skhrrch. Skhrrch.

“Wha’?!” Bendy jumps and nearly falls out of his chair. He glances around, looking for the cause of the sound that snapped him out of his thoughts. It’s too much like the raspy breathing of the demon from the studio for comfort, but the shadows in the room are normal, so that can’t be it. It isn’t it. It’s … it’s just Henry, shoving a stepstool to the window so he can look outside for something. “All right, what’re ya up to?” Bendy asks, doing a reasonably good job of sounding calm.

“Hmm, I think it’ll be better if I show you. Just wait here a second, alright?” He’s definitely up to something, and deliberately being vague about it. Bendy really doesn’t have all too much time to try and figure out what the plan is, because Henry returns pretty quickly, wearing a sweater and tossing one of Bendy’s ones to him.

“So, we’re goin’ somewhere? Where?”

“Just the backyard.”

“Why?” He follows Henry through the living room.

Henry grabs a blanket from the couch on the way to the door. “You’ll see.” He smiles, but loses a bit of his apparent okay mood when he looks up at the doorknob. It’s a good foot above his head. “Um. Could you get the door?”

Bendy nods and leads the way outside. After a few steps, he stops. It’s a nice night: cool and calm, with barely enough of a breeze to rustle leaves. The only other creature outside is the neighbor’s oversized puffball of a tabby cat, but she’s content to stay put, lording over her territory. There’s nothing to fear out here, and, anyways, if worst comes to worst, they could always hightail it up the big pine tree in the yard. “So, why’re we out here, anyways?” he asks as he sits next to Henry on the blanket.

“Look up.”

Stars. Dozens or hundreds of them, shining against the darkest night sky Bendy has ever seen. It’s nothing like it was back in the city, with four or five pale pinpricks in the perpetual pinkish glow. It’s competely new, but sort of nostalgic: he’d been fascinated with looking up at clouds and sunsets and how big the world was when he’d first escaped, but over time, skywatching had become a purely practical concern.

The longer he looks, the more nuances he sees. Some of the stars have color to them, yellowish or orange or blue, and there’s a faint hazy band across the sky. Once, a faintish star just wanders overhead in a straight line, which seems odd. The rest of them don’t do that. Actually, now that he thinks about it— “What are stars, anyways?”

“I don’t know. I think they’re the same sort of thing as the Sun, but, well, that dosen’t help much.” Henry shrugs, then goes back to staring at the sky. “Could find a book on it, though.”

“So, somethin’ ta look into tomorrow, then. Er, it’s past midnight, ain’t it. Later today, I guess.” If they aren’t too exhausted once it’s actually morning, visiting the library might be a good idea. Sure, there are people there, but not a lot, it’s easy to hide in the stacks, and Mrs. Finch is a reliable sort of human. The librarian had completely bought Bendy’s sob story about dead parents and being smothered by relatives at the funeral, and would often get the nosier patrons to leave him and Buddy alone.

Bendy shakes his head. He can put off planning until later, and really should. He pulls himself back to looking up, tracing patterns, and avoiding worrying about every little tiny thing that could possibly go badly. There’s as many of those as there are stars.

“Yeah, they do.”

“Huh?”

Henry blinks. Apparently, he didn’t notice he was talking out loud. “Stars have names. I can’t remember many of them or which name goes to which star, but they exist.”

Of course Buddy would ask that sort of question. And Bendy’s curious about it too. “Really?”

Henry nods. “For some reason, lots of them start with ‘A’. Alcor, Albiero, Algol—”

“Alice?”

“Maybe. There are a lot of them.” He pauses for a bit. “Do you think we should wake them up?”

“Nah. We should let her and Bo sleep. Besides, Al’d probably bug us about not wearin’ galoshes or somethin’.” He licks his finger and holds it in the air. “Should be clear for the rest of the week though. Hey, where’d you get the idea of doing this, anyways?”

Henry picks at the cuff of his mitten as he answers. “Remembered something. Visiting my grandparents when I was a kid. They lived out in the countryside, so me and my sister —cousin?— went out to catch fireflies. And when we looked up, there were too many stars to even see the constellations, and I sort of forgot about the lightning bugs.”

“So, what you’re sayin’ is that this—” he gestures up at the glittering darkness, “—is a decidedly second-rate night sky? If we ever haf'ta move, my vote’s on the middle of nowhere. Are you two with me?”

Henry snickers a bit. “Sure.”

Before he can think of aother bit of overdramatic clowning around, something bright yanks his attention skyward. It’s a shooting star, a big one, that arcs across a third of the sky before winking out.

“Wow.” Even after it faded, the faint greenish trail the meteor left hangs in the air for almost a minute. “Ain’t ya supposed to make a wish when you see a shooting star? Hmm—” He trails off, trying to think of a good one. Over most of the past thirty years, where he is now would be too much to hope for. Nothing big comes to mind that he wants. But— something vindictive might do. “I wish I’d’ve gotten a chance to sock ol’ Joey right in the nose.” He nudges Henry. “I know you got to do that already, but he— er, what’s left of him— still deserves a good wallop, ya know?”

Henry nods, just slightly.

“So, anythin’ you wish for?”

As soon as he says it, Bendy knows that’s probably the wrong question to ask. “I don’t know. It's— there are things I feel I want, but know I don’t want.” Henry slumps and curls up. “Like finding my family.”

Bendy dosen’t see much of a problem in that. It might be difficult to find any information, but whichever relative actually owns the house will probably find them eventually. And, even if he’s wary of humans, being related is reciprocal. Henry’s family is their family too. “It can’t be that much of a pain in the neck ta track them down.”

“It isn’t that. I don’t remember their faces. I don’t even know if I have siblings. My parents’d be 80, 90 by now, might not be alive still. And Linda— it’d be better for her if she thinks I’m dead and moved on with her life years ago. None of them’d recgnize me. And—” Henry tries to rub his neck, flinching when he touches nothing. “And even if we find them, I don’t think we could trust them.”

It seems nonsensical. Family should be on your side, no matter what. Bendy scoots a bit closer to Henry. “Why?”

“I used to be on okay terms with Sammy. I used to be friends with Joey.” Henry shudders like someone dropped a slug onto his back. “And, even if they aren’t like that, I don’t know if they’d stay quiet.”

“Oh.” Well, there’s a reason. For the toons, the best case scenario for people finding out about them is ending up stuck in the spotlight like those Dionne kids from the newsreels. Worst case? Some wannabe warlock copying Joey Drew’s methods for fame or immortality. It’s a real problem, and not one Bendy can even comprehend this late.

He can’t think of anything to say, either. Henry hadn’t ever talked about his family, really. He’d mentioned Linda once or twice, but never anyone else. It’s near impossible to tell what’ll be a touchy subject, and Bendy feels like he’s stumbled onto all of them. “I’m sorry. Shouldn’t of said anythin’.”

Henry leans against Bendy’s shoulder. “You don’t need to apologize. It’s fine.” He’s still trembling. “If you need to blame someone, blame Joey.”

“I guess so.” He curls his tail around himself. It’s technically right, but still feels weird. Still, Henry wants to drop the subject, so pinning this on the murderous control freak it is.

It’s been months. Joey’s shadow should’ve stopped hanging over them when they’d escaped for good. But it hasn’t. Maybe it won’t ever go away.

He closes his eyes and tries to banish the thought from his mind.

_*_*_

Bendy blinks awake. He hadn’t realized he’d dozed off. It’s still dark out, nowhere near dawn, but it’s still probably time to head in. He nudges Henry gently.

Buddy wakes up and yawns. “Mornin’. Um, not morning?”

“C'mon Bud, up an’ at ‘em.” Buddy looks up at him pleadingly. “Fine. I’ll carry ya.” Bendy feigns grumbling as he hoists the pipsqueak onto his back and folds the blanket. Then, he drops the grumpy act. “You okay?”

Buddy dosen’t reply for a moment. “Dunno.” He shifts his weight a bit. “The stars are nice, but—” but it dosen’t outweigh the nightmares and other emotional turmoil, does it. “We’ll be okay, though. We’ll all be okay.” He tries to hug Bendy, as redundant as that is when he’s already clinging to him. “Just, eventually.”

Bendy looks back at the sky one more time before opening the door. It’ll still be there on a better, less stressful day. And he can almost convince himself that things will work out right.

Eventually.

Honey. HONEY.

I saw this in my inbox and my jaw DROPPED. This was absolutely lovely. Thank you thank you thank you so much!

#hatim au #hatim spinoff au #gift fanfiction #bendy and buddy #anonymous #get over here so i can HUG YOU #submission #long post

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imagine-wannaone · 7 years

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Knock Knock

(Man I suck at titles) Okay, this one is real short, but thank you for 500 followers~

• You watched the house next door with a suspicious eye. Yes, it looked the same as it always had, you knew for certain it wasn’t the same inside. •Throughout the day you had stealthily watched moving trucks come and go aswell as a stream of boys race back and fourth. • Hid behind your curtains and scurrying away whenever someone looked your way, • It’s not creepy, really. • Honestly, you’re bummed out. •An old couple used to live in the house next door and they where seriously like grandparents to you, a comfort blanket when living alone, • (and being a complete scardey cat whenever there was an unidentified creak in your house, because that could be a serial killer and you just don’t know, you just went to their house), • They’d cook for you and always ask how you where, caring about in intensely, and in turn you’d do jobs for them they couldn’t do in their old age. • They’d moved out as a downgrade, the current house to big for them, • You’re still slightly heartbroken, • Who were you going to go to at 3 in the Morning scared of robbers now? • As long as your new neighbors didn’t have young kids that would like to play in the garden early in the morning as you try to sleep in, you’d be okay. • You’re just letting your dog in from the garden when the doorbell rings, shattering the quite of your small place and making you jump. • You don’t often get people knocking at your door tbh, • Not unless you’d ordered something or a friend had said they where coming round, neither of the two being true in this case. • You slide round your living room towards the door, you dog chasing you as if a game as your cat sits on the sofa looking slightly displeased at the disturbance. • Can you blame her? • Also, whoever suggested you had to chose between cats and dogs where dumb. • You flatten your runaway hair a little in the mirror and look your leggings and old baggy shirt up and down. • You weren’t expecting to see the outside for a couple of days, you where totally dressed down, but you can’t exactly bring yourself to care that much. • You fling your door open, because being gentle apparently isn’t something you’ve mastered yet, • A little out of breath after your little sprint through the house, •You have to do a double take. • Is it a hoard? • A party? • A cult? • A gathering or something seem to be crowded around your doorway. • You’re shook, • You take a second to count them, 11 men to be exact stand in front if you, • The combined beauty of the group almost brings tears to your eyes, they’re threatening, • Well they would be threatening if Half of them didn’t look like complete fluff balls, • Half of you wants to close the door and hide and the other half wants to ask them for beauty tips. • I mean take opportunity’s as they come, right? • Although, You don’t do either of those two options, •They all look young, some younger than you and some older, and you’re hit with the idea they might be the type to throw parties and make a mess. • If they do all this without you you’re going to be highly offended. • Because being noisy is bad enough but if they don’t even invite you to create trouble? • Unacceptable, • “We just moved in next door, we thought we’d come and say hey,” •You eye them all. If they’ve all moved in, that’s at least 3 per room, a bit of a squish. • “Well hey, I’m Y/N.” You raise an eyebrow at them, and as if in queue they take it in turns to introduce themselves, • It’s almost like a choreographed dance, they all seem to know who comes next, and while you’re a little jealous of their unity, you’re completely impressed. • Damn do you wanna become part of their gang, • You’re about to ask the normal run through questions, (where do you from? What are you doing in town?) when one of them makes a sound you have no idea how to describe. • Daniel, you think (so many names, so little time), gets down to the ground and appears to have been seduced by your cat, mittens, • (Not your name, the old couple next door didn’t think they could look after a cat anymore so you took ol’ mittens in), • But to be honest your cat can win any heart with her big blue eyes and stylish grey fur, • You’re always a little jealous when people come round and then spend the night with the cat, • But then your dog trots out from behind you and the boys are on the floor and your pets are having the time of their lives, • You don’t blame the boys though you’ve raised some beautiful children (Or adopted pets), • But you didn’t raise no street kids so you herd your animal children and the boys into your living room, that feels considerably smaller than usual with all the bodies in there, • And then your other dog trots in from the garden and you have to admit that you get lonely so you get animals, • But the boys seem damn happy with that, and while seongwoo says he’ll make sure that you’re not lonely again, • (“Damn y/n, there’s enough people to go round here,”) • They’re overjoyed with your pup’s and mittens, • But then they Remember they also came round to ask where the nearest convince store is because who can really trust Google maps? • You’re first group outing :’) • Anyway, while you are sometimes woken up by noisy kids in the garden (Jaehwan has one hell of a laugh), you still head over to theirs if you have a bad dream or are afraid of murderer’s breaking in because there always seems to be someone awake????

• It’s 3am and Minhyun is wide awake, is he nocturnal? 5 am and Jisung is up making 13 cups of coffee, 11pm and half of them are gathered in the living room having a huge Mario cart competition,

• And you’re not alone because more than once had a hoard of 11 men knocked on your door at half 3 saying they swear they saw a ghost,

• And it’s really convenient having your best friends live next door because you just walk round to eat their food or hide in their wardrobe to scare them, • Anyway you’re Hella glad they came round to introduce themselves on that first day because you get a new sense of safety,

#wanna one #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #produce 101 #pd 101 #broduce 101 #imagines #onesshot #headcanons #scenario #oneshot #og admin

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