#mushi productions

[cartoonbrain]

Tezuka at Mushi Productions drawing the Manuscript for “The Amazing 3” surrounded by Astro Boy and Uran

Taken in the 1960s

[diehardgngfan]

I rewatched the first two episodes of Kimba the White Lion (1965). I have a new appreciation for the original anime and the Jungle Emperor series as a whole. It’s just so good!

[mondonguita]

Belladonna of sadness (1973, Eiichi Yamamoto) by Mushi Production.

[astroboyart]

Source: @oshiken1125 (X)

Unused Note Mushi Production Star Parade notebooks from over 50 years ago, featuring original Astro Boy artwork with Leo (Kimba) and Tink from Princess Knight included.

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Princess Knight (1967)

[mushiemadarame]

well there goes watching puppet history ig

[bitchapalooza]

Thinking about the transponder snails and thinking about the potential market of baby monitor snails. But like. It’s way too cursed to imagine in full color. Can you imagine the first night you and/or your partner uses the thing and all of a sudden this damn pocket sized weird snail-technologically-thing just takes your newborn’s face— in the dead of fucking night, PITCH BLACK, mind you— like you can’t tell me that wouldn’t traumatize a person who’s had less than 3 hours of sleep at most the past week or so. Hell, imagine you’re just trying to familiarize the snail’s presence with your kid so when they see it in their room they aren’t completely losing their shit over it. Except they do. They always do. Because you showed them how it worked, it taking your face/likeness, even tho you knew their 3 week old minds wouldn’t even comprehend the technological understanding or literally anything about it. There you go, you just scared the literal piss and shit out of your baby. But at least you’re getting a full refund, shipping included, for your set of cursed baby monitor snails 😭

[vexalia]

gritting my teeth and reminding myself that while i didn’t cook the thing id planned this week and the meat is not currently usable i succeeded in acquiring it on the planned timetable and made a valiant attempt at cooking it before it went bad

[define-fluorescent]

Sigh. I just took my ADHD pills and now want to go out and take pictures of some bugs but I cannot,,, because of personal responsibilities,,, that I take the ADHD meds to perform

[madhogthymaster]

Brain Bubble: Monkeys Violating The Heavenly Temple (My Mind is The Temple)

On occasion, my mind wanders back to that Tails solo-game on the old SEGA Game Gear system. You do know the one, right?

When I do so, I think about the lad himself. His jaunty walk cycle, to be specific. His jolly, not-a-care-in-the-world, confident yet adorable, serotonin-producing strut. That walk.

The memory of such occurrence brings me back in time even further, back to a period when I would sit in front of the television, tune in on a future defunct channel that would constantly play older Japanese animated series imported to my country a decade before my birth. On occasion, I would see a certain jolly, not-a-care-in-the-world, confident yet adorable strut.

And I would get my serotonin.

But enough of me deconstructing my own autistic brain! What you just witnessed was the closing sequence for Gokū no Daibōken, a TV adaptation of Xiyou ji (also known as Saiyuki or Journey to the West), one of the most renowned Chinese literary works. The anime was produced by Osamu Tezuka's Mushi Production in 1967 and then localized for the Italian market by SINCROVOX in 1980. What you just watched (and heard) was indeed the Italian sigla, an original composition played over the end credits sequence. We've had plenty of those, back in the day.

As an aside, this show was simply known as The Monkey during our local TV run. It came to us during the Anime Boom of 1978-83, along with hundreds of other series. Many of which would include plenty of Tatsunoko IPs, Doraemon and its many clones, other Tezuka series and every Super Robot anime under the sun. If you are more curious about the subject, there is an ancient podcast of mine in which I go into more detail on the key figure responsible for it. Spoilers: the whole story somehow involves that infamous animated Titanic film. No, not the rapping dog one, The Other One.

Anyway, I simply wanted to share with you a primordial memory of my childhood, a weird random thought that spiraled out of control - as it's wont to do. Indubitably, you must be feeling enriched by the experience. I might post more of these unstructured brain bubbles in the future as a way to get my mental juices flowing if I can't be bothered to write full articles or essays. To summarize: this monkey lives in my head and he does not pay rent.

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[confettiibunny]

ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ!ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ʜᴄs ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა

Nanami editors on TikTok are cooking a little too hard and now they got me all soppy about him ☹️

🎀 Husband!Nanami who’s manages to quell every single one of your outbursts without letting the situation scale into an argument. His way of approaching any relationship issues is just so inexplicably healthy, unlike anything you’ve experienced before. Whether you’re panicking, lashing out, or even crying he is present. Anything you have to say tumbles out of your mouth and when you’re done, his arms do all the talking as he tugs you close, rocking you back and forth in a soothing motion. All your emotions fizz away and you’re left a mushy mess in his arms, sniffling and nodding your head as he finally starts to talk you into calming down.

🌼 Husband!Nanami who is a big believer in spoiling you. Your hair is always glossy, your skin seems to glow from within, and your nails and clothes are nothing short but impeccable. But he also believes in spoiling you rotten with love. He has to hold you when it’s just you two alone, sitting you in his lap as his hands keep a reassuring grasp on your hips. And as you cling your arms around his neck and press your nose against his pulse, the world is quiet and peaceful and you feel like you’re falling in love all over again.

🎀 Husband!Nanami who is a sucker for feeling you scratch his back. It sounds a little strange but after a stressful day of work, all he wants is to strip down and flop onto the bed, knowing that you’ll always appear and give him what he wants. You insist on doing this anyways, settling your body on his lower back and raking your freshly manicured nails down his back to elicit rewarding little sounds from him. Low groans, gentle sighs, and cooes of “love you, baby” leave his lips and make their way to your ears, making you feel all fuzzy inside.

🌼 Husband!Nanami who lets you do makeup on him during his days off. Perched in his lap with him back against the headboard, you carefully curl his lashes before applying an even coat of mascara to his stubborn lashes. It’s not much makeup but it honestly suits him well; a cushion foundation, some concealer for his under eyes, and cheek and lip tint, and mascara. The fact your husband was so comfortable within his own skin and masculinity that you could doll him up so cutely made you giggle like a fool. And once you finish the everyday look, he’s so quick to ask about all the products and techniques you used with genuine care for what you have to say.

🎀 Husband!Nanami who slowly but surely becomes a biter. It all started when you tried to bite his cheeks while cuddling, only to pout when you nearly hit into his cheekbones. Of course he had to return to favor and nibbled on the squish of your cheeks, making you burst into laughter and squeals. From then on he’s expanded, leaving purplish love bites upon your chest and when you’re both feeling a little cheeky, on your collarbone and neck as well. It makes him flush with a little shame when he thinks about it, but the silent display of possessive affection never fails to leave him grinning like a child when he’s alone.

🌼 Husband!Nanami who has a photo of you everywhere and makes it known to anyone asking that yes, that lovely lady is his wife. His lock screen is a snapshot of your hands after a spa nail, pretty pink nails and a golden band that is your wedding ring. There's a small pic of you in his wallet from the times you were just starting to date, caught in a frenzied laughter after being told a joke. Ooh, and if anyone asks who you are after seeing such photos of you, he’ll say with all his chest “that’s my wife in these photos. I love her very much,” all while having a rare smile in public on his face.

🎀 Husband!Nanami who loves you like there’s no tomorrow. Who holds your hand everywhere outside and watches over you with critical eyes, glaring at anyone who even remotely gives you a strange look. He’s a man that drags out every kiss, a hand on your neck as he gently groans into your mouth. Who hugs you so tightly you feel like you’re about to burst at the seams, thick and burly forearms encircling your waist as you snuggle against his chest. This is where you belong, the both of you: nestled in each other in a heart-to-heart embrace.

[kingdomoftyto]

A whole episode about Amy and Kif becoming actual parents??? 🥺 The new Futurama season is pandering directly to me, specifically

[abyssopelagicstar]

Insanity that consumers believe sprouting onions are somehow gross and bad

[homunculus-argument]

The thing about dog temperaments is, labradors are playful and happy-go-lucky kind of creatures that don't really take anything too seriously, they're just jolly and mushy, cheerful creatures that are chill with everyone and eager to please. Poodles, however, have zero chill, highly intelligent, need a job to do or they will invent one, take everything dead seriously and are the only dog in the "top 10 dogs most likely to fight god" list that isn't a terrier.

And now, it may seem tempting to think "hey what if we could get a dog that's as chill and cheery as a labrador but as dutiful and law-abiding as a poodle." Just like it was tempting to think "hey what if we could get a bee that's as honey-productive as an african killer bee, but human friendly like domestic bees?"

[mushiemadarame]

the Deep Night special episode was just an elaborate joke, right? RIGHT????

[sightoru]

Katsuki's never been someone who's used or enjoyed pet names all too much, preferring the intimacy of saying someones first name instead of mushy shit like 'baby', 'honey', or 'darling'. It's just never really made sense to him, why say something like that when he can just use your name? Surely the tone of his voice conveys any emotion he might need. Your name mixed with curses when you forget to turn off the lights at night, your name accompanied by the sound of his boots at the door when he's home, your name mixed with the sounds of sheets in bed.

and you've never cared or paid any attention if it, even though calling strangers 'honey' and 'sweetheart' rolls of your tongue so naturally Katsuki spent the first month of your relationship wondering how it's possible to hold so much love in your heart for people you don't even know. the way you seem to care about strangers, asking questions about their day, remembering the details and bringing it up the next time you see them; all accompanied by sickly sweet words of affection, casually woven in between well wishes and giggles. you promise to return to them, and they promise to be there waiting.

Katsuki looks at you, one of these times after you both leave the market late at night (he always insists on going with you, says it's too dangerous for you to go alone. you always try to tell him you've been fine all these times before, but never fight his insistence too hard), takes in your body that glows gold under the streetlights, your tote bag full of things you bought (flowers, since the ones on the dining room table are starting to wilt. an eggplant for the Thai curry you've been meaning to make — though when you get home you'll see the lemongrass you've bought is bad and you'll have to make another trip, not that you or Katsuki mind. Green onions, chives, fresh thyme. Soft white bread lays on top of it all, and you're careful not to crush it under your arm.), and the way you mindlessly talk about your day. The cat you passed on the street, the stranger you regularly make conversation with at the bus stop. Your coworkers personal drama you can't help but be invested in — despite claims that you're not.

When he goes to bed with you that night, his keys in the same dish as yours ( a little ceramic one that sits on the table by the door. it's shaped like a sardine can. you giggled the whole way home after you bought it), his boots next to your flats — his are neat, sitting up right and yours are haphazardly thrown next to his. He'll fix them in the morning before he leaves— you'll wrap your arms around his middle, burying your face between his shoulder blades in an attempt to steal his warmth. You'll mutter something about your day, follow it up with 'good night, my love.' and something about it, will have his heart grow 4 sizes in his chest.

My love, my love, my love

He'll hold onto it the next day, and the one after that. let it settle into his mouth like honey before he starts whispering it to you when he thinks you're not listening. My love, my love, my love, the words seep into the air between you both and permeate the space. Chopsticks passed to you before dinner, handing off the remote so you can put on YouTube videos (make up tutorials, obviously. katsuki pretends he's not interested while he makes mental notes at the products that elicit a gasp from you) all followed up with those two words.

He looks at you, bundled on the couch, thinks of all the beautiful things he sees and the way that all reflects in the beauty of you.

Maybe he likes pet names, after all.