#maaaan i hate it here

[duusheen]

"We'll be fine"

[husberttee]

so we got Ekko back but at what cost 😭😭😭

[zumicho]

CHARM MENTIONED 🗣️🗣️‼️ CLAIRO MENTIONED 📣‼️‼️‼️

*ೃ༄ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌 (𝐯𝐚𝐫. 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

✹ 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰: drabbles of various hq characters as songs from charm by clairo

✹ 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: fluff!!

✹ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀: atsumu miya, osamu miya, rintaro suna, tooru oikawa, hajime iwaizumi & keiji akaashi

✹ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: (under 16 dni) established relationship (all except suna’s), mentions of insecurity in osamu’s, smoking & drinking in akaashi’s, oikawa and iwaizumi’s may be slightly suggestive at some points but it’s a reach

✹ 𝗮/𝗻: if you’re like wow that lineup is so random it’s because these are all my most prized boyfriends i hope you can understand thanks. also been obsessed w charm lately erghghhh listening to the entire album is a part of my daily routine now!! songs are linked to the titles if u wanna give a listen while reading :) i highly recommend listening to the album if u haven’t already!! srry for any typos i missed!

𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 ✶ 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞

“and once you get in my ear, i see kismet sinking in, it’s second nature”

after all this time, you suppose that loving atsumu isn’t as complex as it seemed like it was before. you love him in the same fashion in which you breathe or blink, you’d forgotten how to function without it, it’s second nature. likewise, atsumu finds loving you to be the easiest thing in the world.

he knows you too well, it makes your heart flutter every time he does something, no matter how many times he’s done it before. every morning, you slip out of bed to find that your slippers are already waiting for you on the chilly wood of your bedroom floor, placed perfectly where your feet land when you roll out of bed. you’d almost forgotten it was sunday, and you would have had you not heard the sound of your husband in the kitchen doing a horrible job at being quiet.

you can picture it before you even see it, atsumu hunched over a skillet with sizzling bacon popping quietly to fill the early morning silence of your apartment. atsumu can never sleep in anymore, eternally used to the long hours he spends as an athlete, so he’s since taken it upon himself to try to be productive before you wake.

“mornin’” his voice is still raspy and warm, the afterthought of sleep apparent on his softened expression that he holds when looking at you. atsumu chuckles quietly under his breath when you press your face between his shoulder blades, snaking your arms around his waist. he still smells like the floral detergent of your bedsheets and the buttery sandalwood of his body wash.

“you’re burning the bacon, already.” you snicker into his shirt, earning a click of his tongue, “don’t ya’ like it crispy?” he counters playfully, using a fork to turn over one of the bubbling strips.

“yeah, i do, but,” you peak from around his back, pointing at the darkened bacon in the pan, “those are totally charred.”

atsumu scoffs teasingly, peering down at you, “they are not.” they really are about to be unsalvageable. you laugh dryly under your breath, using your hip to bump him out of the way of the stove, taking the bacon off the heat. atsumu puts up no fight, leaning on the counter to watch you grab a plate, eyes filled with a mushy lovesick glow. you should be used to this kind of unadulterated display of adoration, but it still makes your cheeks heat up like it did when you were in high school.

“i missed ya’,” he whispers softly, just loud enough for you to hear. you glance over your shoulder at him, smirking in confusion, “i didn’t go anywhere, did i?”

atsumu simply offers a content laugh, grabbing a piece of bacon from the plate, “i meant i missed ya while you were asleep.” he rolls his eyes as if it’s the most logical thing to assume in the world. you snort playfully, “weren’t you only awake for, like, 10 minutes before me?”

taking a (rather difficult) bite from the piece bacon, he nods, “exactly.”

𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 ✶ 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞

“sexy to someone is all i really want.”

osamu peered into your hotel bathroom upon smelling the scent of your perfume, a usual indication he has since learned that meant you were nearly done getting ready. an expression of confusion contorts his face into a frown at the sight of your own unhappy grimace.

“what’s wrong?” he inquires softly, watching your eyes through your reflection in the mirror. you groan in bemusement, setting the perfume bottle down, “nothing’s cooperating with me today, look,” you ruffle your hair a bit, trying to place it the way in which it usually sits on your head.

apart from your hair, you feel like you might have rushed too much on your makeup, and when you look in the mirror, maybe your dress doesn’t go as well with your shoes as you thought it did when packing.

you and osamu were in tokyo tonight, getting ready to go down for a celebratory dinner for the grand opening of the new branch of onigiri miya. while the thought of seeing all of your friends in one place was exciting, your hasty attempt to get ready in time was beginning to dampen your mood.

“what are ya talkin’ about, darlin’?” osamu knit his brows, genuinely baffled by what you could be implying as he leans against the doorframe. you blow out a short breath of frustration, gesturing at the mirror, “i feel like i look like a mess.”

osamu’s lips part in disbelief, the corners twitching in annoyance, “are ya kiddin’?” he scoffs, leaning forward to place a big hand on your arm. you turn away from your reflection, looking up at him, surprised to see such a perplexed expression upon his face.

“yer ridiculous, ya know that?” he scoffs, already pulling you out of the bathroom, “i’m serious.” you whine in frustration with yourself, begrudgingly following him towards the door. osamu lets go of the soft hold he has on your arm, turning to face you; he bends over to level with you, shaking his head, “yer the most beautiful person i have ever seen in my life, ya know that?”

you go quiet, crossing your arms as he stands back up to open the door for you. osamu glances over his shoulder, a wry grin occupying his lips now as he shakes his head once more, “i seriously can’t believe ya, sometimes.”

you knew osamu better than to think there was any actual malice hidden behind his frustration with you. leave it to him to fix the unfixable. as you walk down the hotel hallway, the way he drapes an arm around your shoulder suddenly makes you consider that he might be right. the admiration in his eyes as he looks at you makes you feel like maybe you are the most beautiful person in the world.

𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚 ✶ 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰

“when i drive, i always check over the seat, i could see you right there, waiting for me”

it was much too late for this type of situation to be launched at you so suddenly, you knew that, but you still chose to unlock the door when you saw suna through your peephole.

you could tell he was drunk, his cheeks were bright red, hair mussed and eyes lidded with exhaustion. “what are you-” you hiss under your breath as he makes his effort to push into your apartment, experiencing no resistance from you as you let him stumble in. suna turns to face you upon hearing the door click shut, a lazy grin gracing his face.

“hi,” he snickers, readjusting his unstable stance. “hey.” you return, crossing your arms, “you know it’s late, right?” the clock on your phone reads 1:30, exactly two hours past when you should have been asleep. “i knooow.” he muses, walking over to collapse on your couch.

“are you just gonna sleep here?” you scoff incredulously, watching him roll over to look at you, grinning contentedly. “nah, came here to say something.” suna rasps, patting the cushion of the couch beside his head as if he owns the place.

against your better judgement, you choose to oblige, sitting down with a sigh as he makes an effort to sit up hunched beside you. “you know i’m not an idiot, right?” he starts, an unusual mixture of honesty and playfulness in his drunken tone. you crease your brows in confusion, “what are you talking about?”

“i know,” he nods, leaning back onto the couch, “i know what we’ve been doing this whole time.” you feel your heart begin to race, he can’t possibly be hinting at that, can he?

all the playful flirting, the lingering touches and longing glances around friends. they were meant to never be discussed, a secret so forbidden that even the two who kept it mustn’t acknowledge it. the practically invisible elephant in the room. suna was about to mess it all up, and you weren’t sure if your heart beat ten times faster with fear or excitement.

“what?” your mouth has long gone dry, words unsaid all dying on your tongue before they can even flow out to defend yourself. “i’m tired of it.” suna mumbles out, closing his eyes, then cracking one open to look at you, “aren’t you?”

he doesn’t wait for your response, though there wasn’t enough room for thought in your mind to formulate one, anyways. “i used to think i could ignore it, but i never realized how much i think about it until recently,” suna swallows, then turns to face you, head lolling against the couch, “am i wrong? it’s been like this the whole time, hasn’t it?”

you frown, “what do you mean?”

“you’ve liked me this whole time, haven’t you?” suna whispers, the tenderness of vulnerability making him sound so quiet, “because all i do is think about what things would be like if we stopped pretending like nothing was happening.”

there he goes, spoiling the quiet little mutual crush you two shared. something that started small enough not to notice, but grew until it boiled over, and one of you were bound to crack. it was suna who cracked first, albeit drunk, but you knew in the hushed whisper of his confession, that he meant every word of it.

“i-…” your words are lost to you, anything you thought to say no longer exists. suna reaches up a calloused hand, sloppily brushing a piece of hair from your face, “m’ really tired of missing you when you’re not around…wan’ you ‘round…all the time.” he’s beginning to slur his words, and you realize how drunk he actually is, his breaths slowing with the tightening grips of sleep.

as suna’s eyes flutter shut, you can’t help but wish he doesn’t forget about this when morning seeps in through your living room windows and wakes him up from a long, drunken slumber.

𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐨𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 ✶ 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐚

“(you make me wanna) buy a new dress, (you make me wanna) slip off a new dress”

you can’t believe how different life feels when you completely give in to love. how have you gone so long without the addictive sensation of loving and being loved? with a tooru around, the blandest situation becomes technicolor; the chirping of birds by your window in the morning is no longer annoying, the coffee shop seems to always make your order right, and you look prettier in the mirror than you ever have before.

tonight the moon did not bring the chill of seaside winds with her, instead, the warm kiss of a summer’s breeze drifted through the air. you and tooru had long forgotten about your walk back to the car after dinner and had ended up at the pier, salty sea air dancing through locks of hair and playing with the hem of the dress you’d bought specifically for this date.

a warm pair of hands come from behind you, fitting snug against your hips as oikawa tucks his chin into the crook of your neck, pressing a kiss behind your ear. “have i mentioned you look beautiful tonight?” he murmurs. before, you would’ve been so embarrassed at how easily he could make you blush, but now it doesn’t matter.

“i think you’ve mentioned it a couple of times.” you hum in response, leaning into his touch. oikawa snickers, watching waves lap against each other in a foamy dance. “could i mention it again?” he returns slyly and you giggle, “i’ll allow it.”

tooru leans forward, whispering into the shell of your ear, “you look beautiful tonight.” he seems all too pleased at the way your cheeks burn red, how easily you could be flustered if you let yourself be.

“how’d i get so lucky, hm?” he adds, nosing into your cheek, following the soft touch with a peppering of kisses along the side of your face. “tooru,” you whisper, voice shaky with the aftertaste of laughter, “hm?” he purrs into your skin.

you bring up a hand to place on the other side of his face, situating your head to return a chaste kiss to his cheek, “let’s head home, yeah?”

oikawa stands up straight again, brushing his fingers over to spot you’d kissed you suddenly. while he prides himself on his ability to make you flustered, sometimes he conveniently ignores the fact that you’ve always had the exact same effect in tenfold.

“i think that’s a great idea.” he muses, slipping a hand from your waist to link fingers with your own as you walk back up the pier. in the midst of your lovesick chatter, he interrupts you, “hey, my love?”

“yeah?” you mutter lightly in response.

“i forgot what direction we parked the car in.”

𝐡𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢 ✶ 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮

“i really hate to admit it, i put my pride on the line, ‘cause when i met you, i knew it, i’d thank you for your time.”

being like this was never easy for hajime, which is why he chose against this for so long. it was a tiring six-month battle of hallway encounters and awkward elevator rides before he finally admitted to himself that he was head over heels for the girl across the hallway from him.

loneliness seems so distant now, and he’s long chased it away in return for your sleeping figure beside him. iwaizumi can’t imagine what his life would be like nowadays if his pillows didn’t smell like you or his shoes didn’t fit so perfectly next to yours at the end of the day.

he can’t find it in himself to sleep tonight, and neither can you, a short moment of surprise exchanged as you roll over to find he’s already looking down at you. after a blink or two, the both of you felt grins of amusement tugging on either corners of your lips. hajime pulls you closer, wrapping his big arms around your torso, thumbing the small of your back.

“you’re my favorite, you know that?” he mumbles into your hair with a certain waggishness to his words. you huff out a short laugh, “favorite what?”

“just in general.” he returns, moving back slightly to look down at you with big eyes full of fondness, “i like you a lot more than anything else.”

giggling, you bring a hand up to cup the side of his face, feeling the setting of his jaw under your palm at the touch, “you’re not so bad yourself, either.”

hajime scoffs in amusement, rolling his eyes, “oh, thanks.”

the dark bedroom is filled with the mirth of quiet laughter, a moment that seems to last forever, a feeling that you wish to keep in your pocket and carry around. there’s nothing extraordinarily funny happening, and perhaps you’re only laughing in disbelief of the fact that this is real

living with hajime is like moving in with your best friend, there’s nothing about plain existence that’s entertaining, but with him everything is funnier than it’s ever been. you two never get enough sleep because you’re always up for hours, savoring each word, touching each other’s skin, feeding off the thrill of breathing each other’s air like the opportunity is only for one night.

hajime is glad that you made him a weak man. there’s nothing more in the world he could have ever wanted than this, and he’d be thanking you for sharing your time until the day he died.

𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐢 ✶ 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐧

“simple thing, i don’t need much to like, i find.”

saturday nights were never spent like they used to be back in college. you suppose that’s a part of growing up, becoming boring. but despite how plain the pattern of you life has become since you’ve started working and settling down, you never once considered wanting anything more.

akaashi’s cramming days worth of work into one night, lips stained with red wine as he types with precision onto the clacking keyboard of his laptop. you’re on the other side of the couch, legs bent up to support your own laptop that you draft an email on. you let out a pained groan at a sudden ache that tears through your thigh, setting the laptop onto the coffee table to stretch out the tight muscle.

keiji pauses, looking up at you. his glasses were almost askew, sliding down his nose. a cigarette hung loosely from his lips, a collegiate habit that sometimes still haunts the both of you, especially on nights like these. “is your leg cramping?” he inquires, setting his laptop on the cushion beside him. you nod, kneading at the skin.

a soft breath of surprise sucks in through your lips when a pair dexterous hands replace your own, pushing between the muscles with precision. you look up to find akaashi’s focused expression, what was left of his cigarette burning out on the ashtray placed haphazardly on the couch’s arm.

sudden relief washes across your body as his index finger pushes into the right spot, a low sigh leaking from your lips. akaashi glances back up, a rare smirk making its appearance, “better?” you nod in response.

akaashi looks at his watch, then up at you, “it’s kinda late, huh?” he notes, leaning over to shut his laptop. “it was kinda late two hours ago, it’s really late now.” you return, stretching your sore back out. once again, akaashi’s hands return to your body, kneading at the tired muscles without a second thought.

a soft kiss is pressed to the tender back of your neck, it smells like red wine and cigarettes, you longed to turn around and taste his lips, but restrained yourself. “you tired?” he asks, already knowing the answer.

“i just…i really need to finish this project by monday, i’m worried that-“ keiji silences you with another kiss, this time to your cheek, “you won’t get anything done if you’re tired, why don’t you work on it tomorrow?”

you think about arguing, but you ultimately know that he’s right. your shoulders relax and you let your body weight rest up against his chest, savoring the rise and fall of his ribs with every breath he takes.

tonight was simple, perhaps a bit stressful, but that was the typical night with keiji nowadays. you couldn’t ever find yourself growing restless with this, however, and moments like these made you feel like no matter how unremarkable nights like these are, you love them more than anything. you love keiji more than anything.

[tanzabee]

you’re all gonna die 🤯 the worlds gonna end😵 you’ll be pleading for mercyyy😔 you’ll be bleeding and burning 🔥 up🙁 you’re all gonna die 💀 and your grandma 👵will die in her bed!🛌 everything living 🌹 will cease to be living 🥀 instᵉᵃd!! 😢But first it’s a 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵🤩 it’s 𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵🌌 we’ve all been 𝓹𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓰 😵‍💫 we’re so 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭 ough 🤡sorry!😿 you’re in for a musical: for it just begaaaan😎 it’s like Armageddon 💥 had a child 👶 by the music maaaan 🫃your wife and your kids 🗣️ they’re not feeling well 🤢 because theyre ✋ melted in puddles 🫠 on the ground 🤯burnt bits of baby strewn around 🚼 the worlds gonna end 🍃 definitely you will die!🪦 watch as your life 👼 flashes before your eyes 👀 we’ll still be singing 🎵 and dancing 💃 and having a ball ⚽️ we’ve got drama 🎭 and tension 😬 and asteroids 😍 emotion 😯 adventure 🤠 we’ve got it 𝓐𝓛𝓛👻 and you can watch it every single night 🌕 because it’s a musical 🎤 on your computer screeeen…💻 it’s time to begin let’s cut to the titular sceneeeee!!! 😹 MR PRESIDENT🗣️ there is an asteroid headed DIRECTLY…. for the earth 😱😱😱😱😱 at the club!💃 beautiful women who don’t have a daaaate 😳 hello😏 at the club!💃 their standards get lower the longer you waiiittt 😬 hello again😏 music is blaring 📢 so no conversation 😶 passion is flaring 💗 without hesitation 😮 pressed up so close there’s a general genital rubbbb 😍 at the club!!!💃💃💃💃😶 sighing 😮‍💨 staring 👁️👁️ lately I have stopped caring! 🛑 I’m stuck in a rut 😕 waiting for something to come 😔 don’t wanna bore you 🥺 feeling sappy 🌳 but I find it hard to be happy!! 😁 I’m not out having fun 🏃‍♂️ I’m waiting for something 😣 to come 😨 best case scenario 😢 my job is totally pointless 😑 I’ve spent my life looking 👀 up ⬆️ there’s nothing to see 🙁 nothing to seeeeeee🧍‍♂️worst case scenario 😢 some giant death rock 🪨 is flying through space 👽 to destroy Us! 😱 either way🙏 it’s not a good outlook for meeeee 😩 so I’m getting listless 🙋‍♂️ with the skylife 😳 something’s missing from my life! 🧢 my hearts going numb 💔 waiting for something to c🛵💥🛵💥🛵 oh my gosh are you okay??? 😨 actually yeah I think I am😍��️👔🔵 uh ok🛵💨 ,😮😲😮😮‍💨😲😮 (whistling solo) 😮😲😲😮‍💨 something is coming 😀 I maintain 😝 all of this waiting🥳’s not in vain😌 I’ll keep on waiting 🥲 till something comes 🥸 or maybe I’m waiting for some one 🙂 maybe I’m waiting for some one🙂 maybe I’m waiting for some one 🙂 sorry 😞😞😞😞 at the club🤫 I bought you a drink 🥃 but you gave it away 😭 at the club🤫 you laughed in my face 🤣 said you thought I was gay🏳️‍🌈!! 😭 no booty tapping 👆 no make out sesh 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 nobody wants to be rubbing rajesh 🥺 even my sister jayanthi 🧑‍🧑‍🧒‍🧒 gave me a snubbb😩 surprise it’s 𝓾𝓼 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷!!! 🤩 what the fuck!😱 those people from 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮💃 surprise!! 😎we’re here to say goodbye 👋 and sing 🎤 to you 🫵once more 😜 hello 😏 we hope that you enjoyed part 1 we truly 𝓭𝓸🫀but if you didn’t🤨 you’re gonna really hate 😡 part 2! 🌈🏝️ at the club!! 💃💃💃💃

[radiosummons]

My sister has been showing me episodes of OG Trigun--mostly in preparation for Trigun Stampede--but also because it's one of her favorite manga of all time.

And holy SHIT I cannot even begin to explain how fucking batshit this show is. Just hearing Johnny Yong Bosch's voice alone immediately sent me back at least fifteen years.

I have watched all episodes of OG Trigun while drunk, high and sober. And regardless of my state of inebreiation, I was always left with the exact, inescapable feeling of wanting to fucking die from the sheer nostalgic cringe and insanity of it all. I hate this show. I love this show. I'm fucking obsessed.

So, to all those who are curious (or would just like a mini idea of how to compare OG Trigun with Trigun Stampede)--here is my comprehensive list of things that ACTUALLY happened in Trigun that make me go absolutely batshit just thinking about them:

The sheer insanity of the--balls to the walls, barely held together with ducktape, spit and shoestring--of a plot, all with apparently little to no accuracy to the manga whatsoever. This both amuses and horrifies my sister.

The absolute refusal on the part of the anime to actually explain literally anything. Like the fact that the show takes place in space. Or why humanity is on a desert planet. Or what Plants are, why they're important, why they're there, literally ANYTHING.

Seriously, if you've only ever watched the anime you would have no fucking clue what the Plants are or what they even do. And THEY'RE LITERALLY ONE OF THE MOST IMPORTANT BITS OF LORE/A HUGE PART OF THE PLOT OF THE ENTIRE FUCKING MANGA.

A major bit of Trigun's lore/setting is just straight up the events of Wall-E.

Johnny Yong fucking Bosch as Vash's English VA. Enough said.

Vash--by simply existing and (mostly) through no direct fault of his own--is capable of wrecking such sheer and complete utter devastation that there's an actual insurance policy people can file after their town is destroyed in the aftermath of him visiting. Iconic.

Monev is just Spiderman's Venom but with a purple and orange reskin. This was intentional on part of the creator as he is obsessed with Venom. Good on him.

This is only specific to the English Dub (we switched to the original sub for the more "serious" episodes, calm down), but HOLY FUCK the absolutely atrocious line deliveries somehow make the show even worse and yet ultimately so much funnier all at the same time!

Millions Knives is the name of Vash's twin brother.

Vash is bisexual. There are multiple occassions where he will call a random male character "Cute" or "Cutie." Somehow, I am not the least bit surprised.

Christianity exists. And the Church trains orphans to be assassins. This makes perfect sense.

"LUUV AND PEEEEAAACCCCCEEE!!!!"

In the second episode of the series (English Dub), there's an actual scene where an old man and his grandson LOUDLY lament the absolute devastation of their home in the most inappropriately cheerful and candid way possible. And then the fucking kid follows that up by just singing out of fucking nowhere "~Bad times are here LALALALALA!!!!!~"

Vash is part gun.

According to "company regulations," as insurance workers Milly and Meryl are not allowed to take part time jobs. They later take part time jobs. My broke ass resonated too fucking hard with this bit.

"Oh, maaaan! Why can't I just get a break?! Death and poverty like me so much, they've brought friends!" Fucking. Mood.

At one point, Vash does the crab walk to dodge a barrage of bullets. This is, surprisingly, quite effective.

"I'll whack you, mister!"

Legato's introduction is him sitting down on a bench and then PULLING A HOT DOG OUT OF A PAPER BAG WITH A HUMAN HEAD IN IT!!!!

Legato has his own personal saxophone player that just follows him everywhere???????

"Oh my. I'm about to go down in ~fllaaaaaammeesssss!~"

Wolfwood.

In EP 16, someone just starts randomly scatting in the background for no reason. No explanation is ever offered.

"My name is .... VASH DA STAMPEDE-DUUUH!!!!!"

Also in EP 16, one of the villains for that episode sounds, deadass, exactly like Jar Jar Binks. I am not joking.

Legato can blood bend.

There's a mini episode dedicated to Milly and Meryl. Vash shows up for five seconds hiding in a trash can. The joke writes itself.

"The DEADLY DODGEBALL HEAD!!! A simple technique to hold the ball in place with INTENSE SUUUCTION!! Try this at home! ;)"

Knives eats an apple, cuts his own hair and enters his impromptu emo arc.

Legato gets horny over the idea of Vash crying. Idk what to tell you, man.

Wolfwood shoots a child. Granted, said child was gonna try to kill Vash and a bunch of orphans. But still.

Vash makes up a dark song about murdering and killing people. The villains of that episode proceed to roast him for his shit lyrics.

Wolfwood doesn't understand why everyone is mad at him for KILLING A CHILD.

"I meditate diligently every morning. The subjects are life and love ... I quit after three seconds."

The actually downright amazing OST, that has no right to be as good as it is. No joke, one of the best anime OSTs I have ever heard in my life.

"And if you're still having doubts, check out my 100% accurate gunmanship!" *proceeds to shoot directly at the sky only then for a black cat to fall directly on his head. The cat's fine btw*

At a certain point, Vash fakes his identity, gets a disguise and goes under a false name. Said false name being "Eriks." He looks like if someone ran Hohenheim through the washer and then hung him on a clothesline for a week. I have ... no fucking words.

"What is this strange phenomena? Is it some sort of strange and twisted Christian science!?"

For as menacing as they make Legato out to be, he sure does shit all in the grand scheme of things. Also he looks like he raids Seto Kaiba's closet on the DL and duels monsters on weekends.

Vash will randomly have Bishie eyes. Arguably, his most Bishie moment is right after Wolfwood punches him in the face. I'll let you infer what you want from this.

Rem randomly appears out of nowhere to taunt Vash with nonsense riddles and haikus. No explanation is ever given until EP 17 for who Rem is, why she keeps reappearing in Vash's mind, if she's even a real person or just someone Vash made up, etc. Because of this, it just looks like Vash keeps receiving American Beauty-style rose shower psychic attacks while a random woman just spouts absolute nonsense at him. There is no way this explanation will prepare you for the actual experience of watching it.

 "I am known as Valentinez Alkalinella Xifax Sicidabohertz-" *prolonged pause* "-Gombigobilla Blue Stradivari Talentrent Pierre Andri Charton-Haymoss Ivanovici Baldeus George Doitzel Kaiser the Third. Don't hestitate to call."

Vash gets adopted by an old woman and her granddaughter. It's actually kind of sweet.

A minor villain in EP 18 demands that Vash strip and then act like a dog. He proceeds to do both without a single objection. Wolfwood pulls down his sunglasses and leers at Vash's naked ass. My sister has informed me that this is actually canonical.

Rem is a hyper Christian.

Wolfwood takes personal offense to a burlesque dancer being absolute shit at dancing. Honestly ... I can't even argue with him.

"Hey, 'Thou Shalt Not Kill,' REMEMBER!? WHAT KIND OF CHURCH MAN ARE YOU!!!?"

Vash saves a town's Plant through the power of Bishie.

While trying to save a child, Vash and Wolfwood both get sucked into quicksand. Said child just watches them go into the ground. I would have done the same.

Milly, Vash and Wolfwood decide to share drinks and before any of them even take a single shot, Milly decides to strip naked. Vash and Wolfwood are very pleased by this. Meryl is not.

"WHOSE idea was it to USE THE GRENADE!!!?? He can't be identified for the reward if he's a pile of pulp, YOU DUMBASS!!!!"

Wolfwood calls Vash pathetic. This kickstarts yet another existential crisis within Vash.

"Thank GOD you asked! It's a long story, although it's kind of a short one."

For literally no reason at all, child Knives decides to embrace his Anti-Christ symbolism and goes full Joker mode. This is not at all accurate to the manga.

Vash and Knives are aliens/Plants. Rem thinks they're actual Christian angels. Deadass.

Milly forces Wolfwood to pretend to be her baby daddy for a whole episode. For pudding. Yup.

Vash enters a dom/sub relationship with a Pokemon gym leader looking lady and they engage in extremely explicit pet play.

Anyway, watch OG Trigun. If you've ever watched any sort of anime abridged series, it will definitely make things a little easier for you. There are definitely too many points at which this show feels like a YouTube Poop and I mean in that best and worst possible way.

Also Meryl is Best Girl. I will not budge on this.

[sunnywindow]

forest walks. a mirror's reflection

october 4 prompt, forest walks, a mirror's reflection.

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“Maaaan, this suuuucks,” Floyd loudly complained, trudging far behind both you and Jade. The surrounding forest contrasted the neat gravel pathway, and Floyd glared at it indignantly.

“Then why'd you come, Floyd?” you muttered, not bothering to deal with his complaining. You paid his whining no heed, walking forward with step after step after step.

A little ways ahead, Jade laughed politely and turned a bit to his brother who was far behind.

“Why, indeed?” he asked, grinning as Floyd only frowned miserably at him and stuck up a rather impolite finger.

“..Shuddap, Jade,” he glared.

Jade only smiled before moving on with the hike and gathering sample after sample after sample of leaves, grass, and other foliage.

“...”

“...”

“...” “Man, this totally stinks. Why’re we here, anyway?”

Jade turned back and once again grinned politely in a way that expressed ‘Why, indeed?’ from his eyes.

He walked quietly, content with his brother far behind him, and with extra company on his hike. The mountain was quite bountiful that day.

“You tell me, Floyd,” you shrugged at the dying fish on land. He looked small from five meters away as he leaned his forehead against a tree all melodramatically. It didn’t help him that the tree was taller and foreboding, while he was hunched over and all but crouching. “I'm not the one who came despite hating hikes.”

Floyd blew a puff of air to get some hair off his face as he sulked audibly.

It was a congo line of three of the five stages of grief.

Jade all but skipped happily a bit further ahead from the two of you.

Floyd was depressed at the situation; all the walking in the middle of nowhere, and for what? He trudged forward, moving the slightest inch forward with each tiny step.

You were somewhat in the middle, certainly quite a bit behind Jade, but nevertheless still ahead of his brother. In your head, you were busy wondering if Floyd would behave better with a promise of something, or with immediate reward.

You decided to promise.

“If…” you said, pausing as your eyes flickered over to him. He stared at you exhaustedly. “If you make it to the top, I'll get you some candy.”

“What?” he said, frowning at you with his brows all furrowed. “Lame. Forget about it.”

You stared at him with widened eyes as he walked straight off the neay path and right into the rugged forest

.

“What am I, six?” he ‘muttered’ quite loudly to himself. Jade could probably hear him from way up ahead.n“I'm going. Later.”

“Tch.” You scoffed at him as you popped a hard ginger candy into your mouth. It burned delightfully at the base of your throat.

Some several meters ahead, you barely heard Jade gasp out an “Oh my.”

“Floyd, the exits’ that way.” You pointed at the trail the three of you came from.

He huffed and continued deeper into the forest in a straight line into bear territory.

Either way, this allowed you to speed up and catch up to the actual hiking expert in the area. Jade was practically dancing around all the plant life, all but humming a playful tune.

You stared at his enthusiasm.

It suddenly occurred to you that you rarely had any proper conversations with Jade up until this point. Usually, in class, you were busy keeping Floyd in class and out of trouble; mostly failing to do so and getting caught as an accomplice.

Compared to either of you, Jade was this picture-perfect impression of what a model citizen should be like. He always wore his uniform neatly, he often participated in class, he did his job properly..

Your heart fell like an iron ball as you struggled to fill in the empty air with sometime, anything, to say.

“So…”

“You're Floyd's classmate, correct?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“That's wonderful to know. He talks about you often, see.”

“He, he does? Okay…”

Jade’s eyes on you felt like a hawk’s locked onto its next victim. You felt them like like you felt the dizzying wind in the air.

There was a pit at the bottom of your stomach as Jade continued.

“It would be a shame if Floyd was wasting his class time in idle chatter, wouldn’t it?

Ah, something you can speak about “Yeah, half the time I get in trouble because of his hijinks.”

“Do you, now?”

“Yeah. One time in Alchemy, he got me sick for a week.” “It's not all bad, though. Beats the lecture, anyhow.”

“I see.”

“Say, Jade, you like mushrooms, don't you?”

His eyes widened a little bit in shock. “Indeed I do.”

“There's this trail, you might've heard of it…”

Suddenly, shrill laughter pierced the sky. Countless birds flew away from the trees in retreat and one tree shook so tremendously that it almost fell down.

A good several meters away, Floyd was launching blows against a large mammalian animal. Four legs, rugged dark brown fur, almost doglike, if it wasn't so large..

“Oh my goodness, Jade, he's fighting a bear.”

Floyd wiped the blood off his face in a sickly grin and a wild spark in his eyes. His body was all bruised and scratched up as he lunged at the creature head-on.

Jade only stared with the same smile he wore most days.

“Should.. Should we help him?? You know him better than I do-”

“I suggest taking the back seat on this one.”

“Okay…”

At one point, Floyd hissed and scrambled up a tree, just to lunge back down onto the bear and elbow it in its weak spot. He pulled the ears, stabbed the eyes, and all but demolished the poor creature as you just stared at him in pure shock.

You were glued to the ground beneath you as all you could think was ‘Not again…’

You looked at Jade, who was still smiling as Floyd practically skipped over to the two of you jovially. The bear laid motionless behind him.

“Had fun, Floyd?”

“You know it, bro.”

You sighed as you tugged tiredly at Floyd's sleeve.

“Come on, Floyd, we're going.”

“Huh, already?”

“Yep,” you said grimly, popping the ‘p’ sound. “Let's go treat those wounds of yours before it kicks you in the butt later.”

“Whaat? I feel fine, though. Whatever, lead the way!”

You turned to Jade, who stared wide eyed without his typical smile on. You quirked an eyebrow at him.

“you coming, jade?”

He soon smiled and shook his head.

“You go on ahead,” he said calmly. “I’ll continue on with the mountain as my companion.”

“Suit yourself,” you shrugged as you dragged Floyd back to campus. He moved in tandem with you and the wind. “Let's go, man.”

“Heey, what were you guys talking about, anyway?”

“Nothing much, really.”

He pouted at you. “Boo, that stiinks,” he said.

You chuckled at him, to which he smiled.

“Sure,” you joked.

[rapha-reads]

Three days since I landed back in France for the holiday break and maaaan I hate it here. Everything is expensive, everyone is stressed out, it's cold and rainy and there's no light. It's been 4 years and change since the last time I lived in this country, and the more time I spend away, the more convinced I am that I definitely do not ever want to come back and live here. Especially now that my grandfather is dead.

[animentality]

troons really have some arrested development when all you talk about is toys and kid's media. i mean you are very interested in children so that makes sense i guess, you perverts, but his "my fave character hates you" shit sounds like talking with a 6-year-old. trying to fit in with your romantic interests better?

I don't know what a troon is, and I don't care.

I'm more amused at the idea that all I talk about is kids toys.

Literally never talk about them.

You must be new here.

Here I talk about star trek, writing problems, and homoerotic encounters.

I never even had a barbie growing up cuz I hated dolls.

But I like good movies.

And barbie was a good movie.

Methinks your brain rot must be all encompassing if you see someone being interested in barbie as indication that they're a pedophile.

But I also know that thinking all trans people are pedophiles is such a terf dog whistle that I'm yawning.

Y'all need better more interesting material.

This ask was kind of lame.

Like pervert is all you had?

You couldn't think of something more detailed?

Other terfs usually call me a penis flaunting tranny or a dress wearing freak degenerate (because wearing a dress makes you a freak lol). You went for pervert and didn't even try to go for sex predator, the superior sounding reactionary phrase, or sex pest or porn addict.

You went for pervert???

Use some adjectives and swear words and slurs.

Talk about white supremacy or something.

Terfs really are boring, maaaan.

[playgroundofdreams]

I have a headcanon that Ghetsis will occasionally style his hair in secret (it's actuallly the Shadow Triad that does it, he hates doing his own hair)

He also always wears braids on Tuesdays, for no particular reason

Since it's early in the morning here, I tried to do a visual representation of this on my ibis paint

I know he doesn't have pointed ears but MAAAAN I wanted to give him elf ears....

[whosname]

Oh, yeah, here's a second post about Gintama's Live-action adaptations. I'm a total completionist so I not only watched the second movie, I had to find the Mitsuba arc and then @sebfreak pointed me to the other miniseries, so... (sorry if it's a long post, while I'm not drawing my brain can't stop)

Right, the Mitsuba arc

Loved they include the spicy parfait scene, I mean, the cgi is what it is, but I have a lot of respect for 'em even trying,

Zaki's afro? chef's kiss, simply delicious

I mean:

Also, Hijikata's reacion to the spicy snacks? delicious. These guys are good at funny faces.

Loved the Gin's pretending to be sleeping scene, missed the part about the black circles under his eyes, tho.

(Look, it was very difficult to find the three parts of the drama, I got 'em from 3 different places and every place has it's own subtitles on indonesian or french. Also, the quality? oh my, the quality was terrible by the third part)

This is a fucking sad arc, daaaamn, and this being a drama... well, it's even more dramatic. I mean, that last scene on the roof? it always breaks my heart.

And now, for something completely different, the mini-series thingy.

The episodes they choose to adapt are... interesting, I mean who in their right mind chooses those three? okay, I love how weird the decision is.

I love the details on the one were Kagura can't sleep, I mean, the Dragon Ball mangas, the justaway alarm clock, Gintoki's pajamas.

Holy shit, the make up, the Napoleon thing, the radio drama, "I didn't get enough sleep, and I'm starting to hear strange things"; I love this episode.

And then, the one were Hijikata can't smoke, maaaan, this episode was like a fever dream in the anime and the live-action is so on point. The whole Namek planet thing, "I'm going to defeat Breeza!", "I'm trying to revive Grillin!", the cgi is not that bad, I mean, slimy grimmy Shen Long could've looked worst. Also, I insist, Hijikata's actor is so stupid good at expressions.

And, finally, the dentist episode, another fever dream. I'm very afraid of the dentist so, yeah, can confirm that People of All Ages Hate the Dentist!. Also, again, their expressions!; Hasegawa!; the treatment! This episode may have worsen my fear of the dentist

I love the way this live-actions thingies keep the whole Gintama spirit, I love that the first scene on the Rules are Made to be Broken movie is the still shot from Yorozuya HQ and it's just these idiots talking over it. If I've watched this on the cinema I would've cheered like the stupid weeabo I am (I told a friend yesterday "I went from 0 to otaku in like 3 moths" so there).

I'm so thankful for Zura's piracy thing disclaimer.

Otose!!! OMFG, I love her!

"Work! We have to find work, Gin-san!" "I don't want to!" MOOD FOREVER!

I love how they all try very hard not to laugh in the scenes with this guy, they failed, but I love it.

We've already talked about Zura's gender but... come on! how fucking amazing they are??!

Oh, and the Katsurap and then Pako (I mean, they changed her name here, but I still like Pako more 'cause Ginko is a different character, come on!) carrying her on her back.

"It's the Shogun!" aaah, you didn't fail me, Rules are Made to be Broken.

And then the hairdresser thing. I can't stop thanking you, Rules are Made to be Broken.

I guess the whole chip on Toshi's neck is weird, but maybe the whole sword thing would've been longer to explain so probably it was best for simplicity.

On that note, "Sakatashi"

"You're a Neet. You're thinking like a total Neet!" "Is that so? You guys look like pretty big Neets too." "Who the hell is a Neet?! We are hard-working workers now!"

So, yeah, I can forgive the the chip thing ONLY for the scene at Gengai's shop. Toshi, pilot the EVA.

I can't believe how close to the original is the scene were Gintoki catches Toshi by his neck and they all run away from those Shinsengumi guys.

"You tax thieves" <3

this look badass, I mean...

We have little Takasugi action in this one, but hell, I don't care, I love his scenes with Bansai. Also, Bansai, of course.

Now, this is were I feel this goes weird, Bansai's gonna try to kill the (freaking) Shogun in a total different location form the train thing. It's... weird. Tho, Bansai looks amazing on his motorcycle.

I've said this a thousand time already, but I don't care, Kagura's really Gintoki's clone, I bloody love her.

Now, I don't fell Gintoki has a real motivation to go a fight Bansai in Edo, it never convinced me. I grateful for the Raccoon Bus scene, tho, I laughed like a maniac (look, I know I need to sleep more), but... dunno "then Takasugi Shinsuke will start killing people!" wasn't enough for me. Oh, and Zura, I love that they use every excuse to use Zura but still... weird?

I really like to like the first part of Gintoki vs Bansai but... too matrix~y too... the choreography is kind of cool, the shots between fights too but the whole matrix thing... I didn't like it.

BUT! the strings thing, that I liked.

And then the last scene at the dango place, I liked it a lot, I love when they did that on the anime averytime.

[claireborowski]

Ragh I need to get a less physical job. Being around tons of food is nice and all, but maaaan my body can't take this lol. Plus burning way too much off my body. Hate this lmao but here's some tiny tum 💚

[cainluvr69]

Let Me Tell You The Story Of A Rainbow - Chapter 22

Previous Chapter

Rutile: The flowers are growing a lot faster all of a sudden…! Oh no, I can't keep up with them…

Shino: Rutile!

Shino slashed his scythe at the vines that were threatening to overtake Rutile, but in the moment between his decision and his action, Mithra scooped Rutile into his arms and leapt back. The rest of our number glanced at one another, and on silent signal alighted one after the other in front of Murr and Aslan.

Behind them, the crawling vines and swirling petals began to writhe and swirl like they'd been touched by madness--even the nearby spring began to rage, its waves swelling violently, reaching for someone to drag into its depths. Deep fissures ripped through the garden, a spiderweb of cracks running through the earth.

Arthur: The world's collapse is progressing… I don't think it's going to last much longer.

Mithra: Those wiggly ones over there make for very icky plants.

Shino: The way they're moving around makes it almost seem like they've got minds of their own. Getting grabbed by one of them would make things pretty dicey.

Murr: Maaaan, we collected all the pieces of Luca's memory, so why are they acting like they'd hate it if we gave them back to her?

Akira: Oh no…

Rutile: It's not just the plants. It's like the whole world is trying to reject us…or, reject something…

Arthur: Gh, the fissures have almost reached us…! Let's split up for right now. I'll take Aslan!

Murr: Everyone ru~un!

Rutile: Master Sage, this way!

Akira: O-okay!

But the vines did not relent, stretching up into the sky to chase after the wizards that had escaped their reach. It only took moments for me to lose sight of Luca within her floral chrysalis.

Murr: Hey, Luca got totally covered up!

Shino: What do we do? Getting the pieces of that girl's memory back to her is the obvious priority.

Arthur: Yes. But as things stand, getting close enough to do so is nigh impossible.

Mithra: How about setting the whole ball of flowers alight?

Murr: And send Luca up in flames along with it? That'd just be charging headlong into this world's destruction!

Rutile: …I can avoid the vines and get closer to her.

Rutile glanced over his shoulder and then danced high into the air. He seemed to be trying to double check how the vines were moving.

Rutile: I can fly faster than those vines can move. I can fly in while avoiding them.

Akira: Then I'll hold onto the pieces of Luca's memories while you do! So, please, let's go now…!

Rutile: Yes. Are you sure you want to fly with me, Master Sage?

Akira: Of course!

Arthur: Then I'll cover you. Please, take care of yourselves!

Mithra: I suppose it is true that you fly the fastest…but should anything happen to you, I'm setting every single flower here on fire.

Murr: I've been playing chase with these silly vines so much I think I've gotten pretty darn good at it. You can count on me!

Shino: We'll make a path for you. Fly like a bullet, Rutile!

Rutile: Thank you all so much! Alright, Master Sage, please hold on as tight as you can!

As soon as he said that, Rutile was off like a shot, weaving through the vines with truly dazzling speed. I held the crystal ball and pearls against my belly with one hand, and clung desperately to Rutile's back with my other. The countless vines bore down on us from every direction--to our left, to our right, above us, and below us--but we flew through at a speed so fast that I couldn't catch my breath. The air split into two before us.

Rutile: …!!

Rutile abruptly pulled his broom into a hairpin turn, spinning on the spot. The tips of the vines chasing us split in halves, reaching for us like greedy, hungry hands. Rutile jerked his head away, but one still grazed his cheek. A red line opened on his pale skin.

Akira: Rutile…! It cut you…you're bleeding!

Rutile: I'm fine! It's just a scratch. And I don't think these plants really want to hurt us!

We deftly avoided the grasp of the innumerable vines that reached for us, and finally, finally, saw Luca's sleeping form again. Behind us, Arthur and the others were keeping the vines focused on them.

Rutile: I'm going to get as close as I can. Let's give Luca's memories back to her!

Akira: Got it!

I gripped the six pearls tightly, and something about that action seemed to make something at the center of Luca's chest start to glow.

Akira: Is that…an orange pearl?

Whatever it was, Rutile could see it too.

Rutile: Master Sage! I think we need to bring the other pearls to where that orange one is…!

On Rutile's signal, I stretched my arm out as far as I possibly could. But right when it seemed like I'd be able to reunite the six pearls with the orange one at Luca's chest… The faint glow around the orange pearl suddenly intensified, like something was bursting out of it to stop me--

✦✧☾✧✦

Luca: Hey, guys…! Where did you all go? Please, answer me! Teddy! Keith! Oliver! Schank, Marle…please…please.

She continued to call for her beloved friends, even as strange creatures cuddled up to her. They tugged on Luca's hand, the one that gripped her pen so tightly; they wagged their tails and danced for her, they showed her small thunderclaps and sparks of lightning. They presented sparkling treasures, they chirped oddly but brightly, and they so, so desperately tried to grab her attention. But Luca did not see them. She didn't see their fur and feathers and scales, she did not hear their cries, and the treasures they held out to her may as well have been air. She perceived none of it.

Luca: …Hey, why did you all abandon me…?

Roxy fluttered onto her shoulder.

Luca: …Hey, Roxy. Please be the one who will always stay with me. Stay right at my side. Please don't disappear. I can't lose you…please…please…

✦✧☾✧✦

The memory faded away into nothing.

Akira: Just now, was that…

✦✧☾✧✦

Chloe: Did we just see…Luca's memories?

✦✧☾✧✦

Bradley: Damn, even that stubborn lightning bastard seemed upset.

✦✧☾✧✦

Lennox: I saw that leaf spirit in there, too. But, the poor girl…

✦✧☾✧✦

Heathcliff: Can she no longer…?

✦✧☾✧✦

Oz: …

✦✧☾✧✦

Rutile and I alighted near Luca, staying alert to any danger as we stepped back onto solid ground. Grasping vines continued to writhe through the sky as though they'd shrugged off their scars from this battle.

Akira: Luca…

I called her name, trying to wake her, but she didn't even twitch. I clenched my fist, and the pearls within scraped against each other with a dry rasp.

Arthur: Master Sage, are the pieces of Luca's memory…

Arthur's group had landed as well, a few moments after us, and they joined us in staring into Luca's cocoon of flowers. I simply shook my head, saying nothing. But at that moment, Roxy suddenly burst out of the magic circle on my palm.

Akira: Roxy!

It fluttered around Luca and her floral bed, around and around and around. Swooping in, ducking away… It nuzzled in against her cheek and alighted on her motionless hands, its rainbow wings beating with all the speed of a dragonfly. It was like it was whispering to her, telling her to wake up.

Rutile: …Hey, Roxy. Do you know why Luca won't wake up?

Owen: Because she doesn't want to, obviously.

Owen's voice came to us through the crystal ball. Roxy must've recognized him, because it started fluttering around the crystal ball next.

Owen: That girl hasn't thought even once that she might want to wake up again. She's the one who wanted to become part of this picture book in the first place. Isn't that right, Roxy.

Roxy landed on Luca's chest, and its wings closed silently, brushing lightly against Luca's cheeks. I heard the weak but definite ringing of bells. It sounded like teardrops as they rolled down someone's grieving cheeks. Something in my chest constricted painfully.

Owen: Everyone saw that memory just now, right? The girl pretty much can't see any part of the world she draws into her books anymore. Her special, unique power is abandoning her.

Snow: …She's growing out of her special sensitivity to this world, you mean.

White: It isn't a world that she can carry with her eternally… Though it is evidence of her maturation in both mind and body, I am sure that to her, it's an unfair actuality.

Owen: At this point, the only thing she can still see is Roxy. And even that's just a matter of time.

Those words made Roxy extend its wings again. It began to circle Luca again, round and round and round and round again looking for any sort of response from her…and getting absolutely nothing. The faint ringing of bells told me how desperate it was.

Owen: So now what? Are you going to try to wake her up, even though she doesn't want you to?

Akira: Well, I… (If…Luca herself wants to become part of this picture book, then…)

I thought back on her memories that had poured into my head. No matter how painful reality was, as long as she had this world and her odd little friends, she could find the strength to keep living on. This beautiful, wonderful world that had been with her since the day she was born. That had cradled her in its arms as a simple matter of fact.

Akira: (Luca's picture books are the foundation of her heart taken form. They're utterly irreplaceable.) (But…if she were to lose the world that she can see right now, then…) (If the span of time before the completion of this book was the last chance she had to be with her friends, then…)

She wanted to enshrine her heart within this dreamland even if it meant never returning to the world outside. Perhaps that was an obvious conclusion for her to come to. But…

Akira: (…Is this world really the only thing supporting her heart?) (Wasn't there anything that charmed her outside these books, in our world…?)

The scenery we'd gotten the chance to see on the way to the exhibition hall today popped into my head. The crimson sky that darkened every time I blinked. The comfortable breeze. For some reason, I felt like I was on the verge of tears. I'd prayed so hard that I'd never forget that sight.

Akira: …It was…so beautiful.

Rutile: …Master Sage.

I didn't have the slightest idea how to put the things I wanted to say in the right order to communicate them, but words came tumbling out of my mouth anyways. Kind Rutile nodded silently anyways. Maybe he understood everything I didn't know how to express in words from the expression on my face.

Akira: I'm…sure you have simple, meaningless moments that you desperately don't want to forget. There are so many ordinary things in this world that are precious treasures…

Shino: Hey. What are you talking about?

Shino's voice and the looks of confusion on the others' faces did nothing to stop the torrent of words coming out of me.

Akira: I know it's scary when…when things or people precious to you suddenly vanish from your side. I know it makes you sad, too. I know it'd make me lock myself in my room and not come out. I'd crawl under my blankets and refuse to leave… And time would pass like that. I'd spend hours…no, maybe even days hiding myself away. But at some point, I'll pull myself out from under the covers and open my curtains. It wouldn't be anything more than a momentary impulse. Maybe it's because I got hungry, or maybe it was just a whim. And outside the window would be…the blue sky. Or maybe it'd be the full moon that'd be waiting for me.

Next Chapter

[judasisgayriot]

Thinking randomly abt this because I just reblogged a very nice gifset, but I truly love violet evergarden the character, so much. I would fucking die for her that’s my daughter but goddamn does the finale movie make me seethe lol

This is probably so out of step/a controversh take but FUCK being with the major, like I understand her obsession with him and how he was the first person to ever treat her like a human being and I love her quest to find out what love is which is spurred by what he said to her. Fine. But literally he said go and live violet. Live and be free violet!! Sorry just literally she slowly learns how to be a person and how to feel emotions and how to love people and she has a job that fulfils her and friends and family who fuckin love her and her giving that up to be with him in the end is the literal opposite of everything I wanted for her!!! I don’t hate him as a character or discount what he meant to her, but the point SHOULD have been that she grew past her singular obsession with him and learned to LIVE. He was actually right when he was like, you shouldn’t stay here and be with me, lol.

Like idk why I’m getting mad all over again about it, but I love the show and Violet so much, her journey of learning what human emotions are and healing from her trauma and finding people who love her despite all her guilt and ptsd is so moving and emotional and wonderful and then I just hate how it ends lol. Actual NOTP in terms of them ending up together. She was a feral child that he took in and showed kindness to when no-one ever had before and that’s how their relationship should have stayed. Violet live your life stay with your new family who care about you. Maaaan. I love violet so much I could cry abt how much I love this character but there’s no escaping anime bullshit sometimes lol. I don’t care if I’m missing the point of what the show’s meant to be about somehow (a tragic romance???) because my take is simply better and correct sorry

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

I love when writers add flavour to their x reader stories by giving the reader different dynamics so much because it not only allows for us readers to explore different types of stories and facets of our personalities but also opens up for all different types of pairings;

The kind and soft hearted reader who is always open minded to the one character that needs that balance and compassion

The gruff and emotionally closed off reader who deserves to be comforted and feel safe instead of feeling constantly (emotionally or physically) on the defense

The elegant and poised reader who gets a character that compliments their grace and allows them to slip from their persona when needed while still not mocking or admonishing their poise

The nerdy and knowledgeable reader with a dumb character that still loves hearing them rant about their interests despite not understanding a thing because they deserve to be listened to

I also love me some dumpster-fire-wet-cat-found-in-the-back-of-an-alleyway reader and I think it's hilarious every time

What reader dynamics do you enjoy and which types of stories/pairings do you like to see them with? (Basically ship dynamics but specifically what fanfic you'd read about them)

And what type of reader have you not yet written (or read if that fits) for (for a certain character or in general) that you'd like to try?

Me, personally, I would love to see Mihawk with an absolute we-found-it-eating-our-garbage-and-we-think-it-has-rabies-but-fuck-it-its-our-mascot-now reader

Mihawk: I have high standards

Reader, offhandedly as they walk by: This morning I fought a rat for half a bagel... I lost. That was a new low.

Mihawk, internally: fuck, they're meeting all my standards!

Or with a himbo, honestly. I love me some himbo reader (I love thembo&bimbo but my preference is specifically for himbo, which transcends gender btw, all heart and muscle and no brain)

There really aren't many that I don't enjoy writing/reading. But in particular I'm really big on oposites-atract situations.

Like:

Zoro with a silly bubbly reader that makes him lighten up a little

Sanji with a romantically oblivious reader that his flirting just doesn't work on

Shanks with serious reader that struggles to keep the dumb himbo in line but still thinks he's just adorable

Buggy's overdramatic ass with an aloof reader that knows how to calm him down

Crocodile is an exception here because I wanna pair him with character/reader that's just as cunning and manipulative as he is and watch the whole thing catch fire, I'm thinking about it way too much and I'm bound to start writing him and Wren before long

And definitely Mihawk, as composed and high-maintenance as he is, with the human equivalent of an opossum. Just an absolute dumpster-fire of a reader. Acting all annoyed about it but secretly finding it endearing and feeling compelled to take care of them. Honestly the exact dynamic I'm aiming for with him and Karimi in Hearing Problems, with her total disregard for self-preservation.

I've never written a himbo reader since I primarily write female readers, but they're among my favorite breed of character in general. Janx and Lyon provide my himbo fix. Just writing dumb little drabbles of their interactions for my own entertainment.

"Maaaan." Janx spun the globe sitting on top of the desk in the captain's cabin. "I hate it when ovens explode."

"Again?" Lyon's brow furrowed as he looked up at his first mate, turning his own attention from a map also sitting on the desk. "Is that why you look like you've been on fire recently?"

"More or less, yes," he said, shrugging slightly as he continued his examination of the globe.

"And you caused it, I'm assuming?" He shrugged slightly again. "Wren's going to murder you in your sleep one of these days." He was met with yet another noncomittal shrug. Lyon shook his head and looked back down at the map. He frowned at it for a few moments before picking it up, crumbling it into a ball, and tossing it over his shoulder in annoyance, grumbling under his breath about coordinates before turning his attention back to his first mate. "You're paying for the new one out of your cut this time."

"But I spent everything in Jaya. We were out of whiskey, we needed more, so I took the liberty of purchasing it myself."

"The fact that you're the reason we were out notwithstanding—"

"And what are we supposed to do until I get the money?" Janx went on lamenting, ignoring the accusation. "Not eat? I can't not eat. The oven is in flames right now because I was being forced to not eat."

"But I feel like I need to be thinking straight," said Lyon, still blinking in a confused manner.

Janx opened the door and looked over. "Then you're too sober for your own damned good."

The crew didn't return until later that evening, and when they did, they found Janx collapsed in the middle of the deck, covered in raw egg, pieces of eggshell, feathers, and ink. He smelled of something like dirty mop water and looked as though he had been utterly defeated. A few stopped to snigger at him, but most just walked past and ignored him. Lyon stopped by him upon finding him and looked down at him, giving a snort of laughter.

"Learned your lesson, I take it?"

Janx managed to sit up and nodded. "I had to chase her all over the ship for five hours straight," he said weakly. "I'm so tired I could sleep for weeks. I've learned that the next time you tell me I'm babysitting your hellspawn, I should probably just jump ship and let the ocean take me."

[rathockey]

maaaan fuck tnt i hate it here

[cwarscars]

Hey bro i heard you like 🔥 so c'maaan gimmie your salt maaaan

Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.

(( gonna preface this by saying - if any of my moot moots are one side or the other, or consider themselves such - i got no beef with you. you're my homies, my real ones, my ride or dies; im open-minded to hearing your opinions. jus' dont send me any anon nastiness, ill cry REAL tears ))

honestly? i can't stand the black and white thinking in the rpc & fanfic communities as a whole. the whole pro-shipper/anti-shipper debate is extremely tiresome to apparently anyone who believes in nuance & grey situations.

like, on one side - you have people who will and do persecute people for the fucked up ships that they write. on the other, you have people who preach fiction is fiction and will willingly ignore the genuinly problematic people who take advantage of the notion of 'pro-shipping' in order to write their extreme fetishes ( ala, pedophilia / beastiality ).

i have always been anti-censorship. i always will be. i watch extreme cinema and read extreme manga / comics. nothing phases me. there are films that disturb me ( salo will /always/ make my uncomfy ) and obviously things i wont touch with a ten foot barge pole ( anything with kids / animals ) but for the most part, i'm very chill when it comes to what people want to write. i believe people should be honest about their kinks, preferences and things they wish to write.

if your partner is willing, it's consensual and tagged or under a read more. i have zero issues with it. but -

i have gotten sent hate before from 'pro-shippers' for stating my stance on anybody who wants to write smut with kids. literal hate for stating i'm against pedophilia. ( and im not talking about a 17 yr old being sexually active, im talking, like - literal children being sexualised ) like, what? i've been called purity police and all kinds of shit. like, me? purity police???? the bitch whose favourite comic is crossed and favourite manga, ichi the killer. LOL

my whole issue with the debate and the censorship / arguments in the rpc is that, it feels as though you HAVE to be one side or the other. you can't have a nuanced opinion, you can't understand that sometimes - there is a place for certain content, despite how extreme it is.

everybody is allowed a preference. you're allowed to be upset, offended, afraid, disgusted by or whatever else from x subject. every single individual is different and it's what makes us all beautiful. and i feel people need to really understand this. you can write extreme content but don't expect people to like it. on the other hand, if you don't like x content - don't attack someone for writing that content.

i just feel that there's wrong on both sides and i wish people would actually talk about the subject instead of throwing around attacks at each other. ultimately, whether anybody likes it or not - what you're writing is a footnote in the grand scheme of literature. you're writing on tumblr with your buddies and you're here to have fun.

if you wanna write an extreme sex scene with your consenting friends, go for it. if you don't want to write smut or you can't stand a certain ship, that is totally fine, too.

it's okay! both sides can be right without being aggressive or nasty.

like said, i would never label myself 'pro-ship' or any of that shit because i don't agree with that stance. i believe that there is a place for all content in all media in some, way, shape or form. i believe that rp is a slippery slope because it's a hobby that involves partners and is sociable. you have to please those around you and must understand that you can't wave around fetishes without a potential backlash. i agree people should write what they want, but i don't agree that there is a place for ( for example ) smut involving kids or animals. especially in the rpc. i've seen people 'joke' before about writing a pedo purely for exploration & to get a reaction. i can't imagine a more unenjoyable, questionable, horrific kind of thing to write in rp ( hell, even in media...that sort of character burns out and leaves creators depressed a/f).

i just wish people would talk, understand, and be open-minded. and - think about the bigger picture, too.

is this thing going to ride with you when you're offline?

probably not. so be respectful, have fun and just chill~