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rose-animenz · 2 years
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Sorry I'm not really active on here follow me @rose_animenz on insta for more updates and shit-- anyways here's a fic i just put on wattpad after 2 year hiatus SOUDAM (KAZUICHI SOUDA X GUNDHAM TANAKA)
The quick pace that Kazuichi had assumed forced the cold air to flap against the scrunched up areas on his jumpsuit. Especially around his calves where he had pulled up the pants legs to help with "his aerodynamics and speed". What a dumb idea that was. Yes, Kazuichi Souda, the 'Super High School Level Mechanic', was running around the campus of Hope's Peak Academy in winter due to the carelessness of a hamster dependent Chuunibyou.
Now the pink haired boy was upset with the current situation because he was going out of his way to run from his workshop all the way around the building to the dorms where said 'hamster puppet master' (which he had called him once jokingly) most likely was. All in order to return a large pack of sunflower seeds. They had been left on his work bench by mistake and by the label he could only assume they weren't the cheapest.
As he stopped to catch his breath he took another look at the bag in question. "ORGANIC, PET LOVER SUNFLOWER SEEDS!!!" He read in his mind with a fake enthusiastic voice. Usually he wouldn't go out of his way for something this small, but the conversation they had before made that seem unlikely that he would return for them, and he sure as hell wasn't going to give in.
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Gundham Tanaka, The self proclaimed 'Overlord of Ice', wanted something made. Specifically from Kazuichi Souda, the man who seemed to hate everything about him. It was a nice day but surprisingly chilly and Kazuichi had been happy with spending his weekend tampering and tinkering with different machines. He had been disassembling an old oven with fluid and practiced movements. Tinkering with things back at home had always been a risk; he'd have to reassemble it before his dad got home and beat the shit out of him, so the fact that he can do so freely at Hope's Peak is not only a relief but a wish come true.
"Wait wait wait... So you want a what now?" said Kazuichi, looking up from his work.
"I would like an automated form of feeding for my deva's, something that runs time based," Replied Gundham, ".... Please."
Kazuichi was feeling reluctant to help his rival for something that could be bought at a pet store. After hearing the please he tacked on at the end Though he was at least willing to hear him out.
"Why are you asking me? That's not anything special, things like that are already in stores." He stated, wiping his nose with the back of his arm. There was a moment of silence. Well, not really silence. The home-made wind chime hanging outside of his workshop rung loudly as they stared, not speaking.
Eventually the other spoke up, "If I am trusting a mortal with something regarding my deva's, I figured I may as well... ask someone I know can handle the task."
Hearing this Kazuichi perked up a little. Gundham trusted him? That can't be right, Kazuichi had done more than enough to prove that not so. Like challenging him to multiple fights over Ms. Sonia, setting the campus kitchen on fire trying to make eggs for a late breakfast, and even threatening the hamsters themselves. And that's just to name a few off of the top of his head. He opened his mouth to point this out but was shut up when the other slammed a larger bag of seeds on the desk nearby. It was half empty but it still made a loud THUMP.
"I have brought with me my common use of food for my four deva's mortal form. Excuse the missing amount, for this is the only bag I have at the moment--" he brushed a piece of hair back into his slicked up hairstyle, "--You may take a sample if that will help you in your creation."
Kazuichi blinked twice then answered, "Wait, I never said I'm gonna do it."
"Well, why wouldn't you?"
"Why would I? We aren't really even friends."
A stormy expression crossed Gundham's face. Without another word, he turned and left. Kazuichi's eyes lingered on the doorway for a moment before he got back to work. that interaction was... strange to say the least. It wasn't until he reached for his flathead screwdriver that he noticed the bag still sitting on his desk.
"God dammit, he really left them."
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Now he's running towards the dorms hoping that he can drop off the seeds and get back into the warmth. He already told Gundham he wasn't going to do it. Was it left by accident or did he really plan for Kazuichi to just do it anyways? He passed the front garden so the dorms were close by. He made the final sprint to the dorm building and pulled the front door open with too much force. Once he was inside he let out a sigh.
Kazuichi read the sign and found Gundham's room number quite easily. He had never had a reason to go there before until now. It seemed dumb but Kazuichi felt this was some kind of test or challenge to see how strong his will is. Even if Gundham wasn't testing him it was a test for himself. He was not going to make something for his... rival? Even if he did say please and looked as if he was telling the truth. What if he had done it and Gundham had laughed? He was already insecure about his abilities, and having someone like Gundham who was honest and proud telling him his work wasn't enough would kinda sting. Kazuichi hates to admit it but his talent is mostly fueled by feedback. Sure he likes to mess with machinery but he wouldn't keep doing it if people didn't think he was at least a little helpful... I mean its not like he thought he was very important anyways. Not like Ms. Sonia.
He approached the door numbered 217 and pulled himself away from his thoughts.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
There was no response for a moment but as Kazuichi was about to turn and check he had the right number at the front, the door quickly opened a crack. A single red eye poked through staring at him. It was pretty silly but Kazuichi stifled giggle with a cough. Last time he laughed at Gundham he got a lecture about "astral powers" and how "those with low standing should show respect" or something along those lines.
"Dude, you left these." He said pushing the bag towards the door.
And the door shut in his face. He was pissed. Just as he raised his hand to bang on the door and demand he take the seeds it flung open, fully this time. He made a mental oh and watched as Gundham walked further into his dark room.
Did he want Kazuichi to enter?
He took Gundham clearing his throat as a sign and stepped into the threshold. As he slipped off his shoes he tried to look more into the dark room. It looked similar to Kazuichi's... Just a lot less cluttered with tool boxes and random machinery. There was a bed in the corner with a desk on the wall perpendicular to it. Everything was some shade of black, blue, or red. He walked further in and noticed the welcoming smell of vanilla and something he couldn't quite place. It was citrusy but not as strong as the vanilla.
He shook his head and remembered what he had come here to do.
"You left your seeds," Kazuichi said sternly. The taller boy turned and held his hand out. Once he held the seeds he sat down on his bed and sighed deeply. Again silence filled the room. Kazuichi didn't know what to do. Should he leave now? Should he say something? Gundham spoke up and interrupted his confused thoughts.
"Thank you for returning them to me."
"Oh!Uh yeah man, no problem I guess," he replied quickly. "Wait so you didn't leave them on purpose...?"
At this the Chuunibyou looked up. "No? what would motivate me to leave them purposefully?"
"I don't know I just thought you were being pissy and saying, like, 'I dont care do it anyways' ."
"What? When have I ever been 'pissy' with you?" Gundham looked hurt for a second but Kazuichi ignored it and kept talking.
"You're always pissy man. You walk around all grumpy-like and you talk like everyone gets on your nerves."
He stood up and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I do not talk that way Kazuichi."
The denial only fueled Kazuichi's frustration.
"You're doing it right now! ...What's your issue man?!"
Gundham stepped forward.
"My issue? Why do you have such a fixation on disliking me?! I haven't done anything worthy of your anger!"
This was getting out of hand. Kazuichi could tell that this wasn't going to end well but he was tired of Gundham being the victim.
"You're the one making Ms. Sonia drool all over you! You keep her all to yourself and then act like you don't like her! Either date her or quit hogging her man!"
"This is about the dark princess...?" He said softly.
"YES! You always hang around her then act like you're all high and mighty! You're being an asshole."
"No, truthfully I am not attracted to her! She's kind and spends time with me, but that doesn't insinuate that it isn't platonic."
Kazuichi was getting pissed off. He was doing it again, the whole 'I don't like Sonia bit'. Its obvious he's interested in her! They're always together, for fucks sake he even blushes! There's no reason he shouldn't like her she's fucking perfect!
"Then why the hell are you always blushing around her?!"
He shoved Gundham. He didn't think about it he just pushed him away. It wasn't hard but it still made Gundham stumble. Gundham's face went dark and his eye twitched. Gundham shoved him back. Kazuichi's hands shook. Why did Gundham think he had the right to be angry when he was the one lying! That was when Kazuichi stopped thinking.
He shoved again, harder this time. That was when Gundham threw the first punch. It grazed his chin and he stumbled but he wasn't backing down. Kazuichi raised his fist to retaliate except Gundham shoved him back again. His shoulder blades hit the wall behind him roughly, knocking the air out of him. He coughed heavily trying to get the air back into his lungs.
"God dammit...! Just... admit you like her dude!"
Gundham used his forearm and pushed Kazuichi's shoulders back into the wall.
"Listen to me right now--" his voice was calm but dark, "--I am not interested in her in that way. I never will be."
Kazuichi looked up. He met Gundham's eyes, one bright red and one a dull grey. There wasn't any sign of dishonesty. This confused Kazuichi more. Why wouldn't he like someone like Sonia? She's tall, blonde, sexy, and a literal princess!
"But... Why?"
Gundham looked pained for a second, but then answered, "...I can't because of the poison in my blood--"
"Oh don't give me in that bullshit! we both know that isn't real!" Kazuichi interrupted. He pushed against Gundham's forearm which only made him use more pressure to hold him in place.
Kazuichi stared. Again he asked, "What makes you not like her huh? Why?"
Silence again. Gundham's eyes looked glossy. He didn't care. Why is he so interested in why he doesn't like her? He didn't know.
"COME ON WHY DON'T--"
Then it all happened. It only lasted a few seconds but everything seemed to move slower. It sounds cliche but it was really like it happened in slow motion. Gundham cut Kazuichi's yelling off with his lips. It wasn't soft or sweet like Kazuichi imagined a kiss to be, it was harsh and quick. There wasn't a romantic build up, no staring into each others eyes, no slow lean in... it just happened.
Gundham pulled away quickly and stepped back. He seemed hesitant, almost like he didn't know what to do. They both just stood there staring at each others faces.
This was insane. He was just kissed by his... Rival? So many things were running through his head.
Why did he kiss me?! Does that mean he likes me...?! Why didn't I push him away? Why isn't he saying anything??! Why am I not disgusted? Does that make me gay? Is he gay?!
"I apologize..."
Kazuichi looked into his eyes, confused, "...what?"
"I said I am sorry. I... I didn't plan on doing that to you..."
Gundham's eyes were shining and he was biting his lower lip. Kazuichi felt a pang of grief, which only confused him more. He grabbed his hat and pulled it down over his eyes.
"... What the fuck is going on..."
He let his legs go limp as he slid down the wall until he was sitting with his head between his knees.
"... Kazuichi?"
Gundham's voice penetrated the deep fog his mind was surrounded by. He pulled off his hat and looked up towards the tall boy. His pale face was contorted and his eyes were wet. The mascara that had been applied to his lower lashes was wiped away leaving a small amount of black residue. The thought that entered Kazuichi's mind scared him.
Why does he look prettier than Ms. Sonia?
That's when his mind started making connections. All the denial and hurt, pushed away by a single thought he let slip. He was interested in Sonia, not because he liked her, but because he was jealous. Sonia was beautiful and graceful and kind, and Kazuichi was some kid who was so insecure that he tried to look like a bad boy. Sonia was allowed to be near Gundham and talk to him freely but Kazuichi was too afraid. He made himself believe he just loved and admired Sonia, but the truth is he wanted to be her. Because he didn't want to admit that somehow, for some reason, Gundham was the one who caught his eye that first day of school.
It hurts. He was so obsessed with Sonia that he didn't even realize his feelings. He was so obsessed with the fact he wasn't her that he didn't realize he didn't have to be her.
Kazuichi stood slowly and stared right into Gundham's eyes. He wasn't going to fight this anymore. He had kissed him, that couldn't be an accident right? He had to know... Does Gundham feel the way he think he does?
With new resolve Kazuichi strode forward. Gundham closed his eyes expecting a fist to the face but all that he felt were two hands grabbing his jaw and a pair of soft lips against his. Gundham froze for a second and then rested his hands on the smaller boy's shoulders.
They would have a tough conversation after they pulled away but for now, all Kazuichi could focus on is how happy it made him to feel Gundham against him. He wasn't Sonia Nevermind. He didn't have to obsess over her. Now all he had to do was put his everything into helping Gundham understand his feelings. All the good and the bad ones.
Because the one I was truly obsessed with is a tall man who carries around hamsters wherever he goes. Because the one I was secretly interested in is a crazy boy named Gundham Tanaka
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rose-animenz · 3 years
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incorrect Danganronpa pt9
Celeste: You kill people for money?! Monokuma: I can explain! Celeste: And all this time I’ve been doing it for free like a chump!
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incorrect HQ pt19
Oikawa: You love me, right, Iwa? Iwaizumi: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.
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rose-animenz · 3 years
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incorrect HQ pt18
Tanaka: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth? Ennoshita: You’re a hazard to society Nishinoya: And a coward. DO TWENTY.
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incorrect Danganronpa pt8
Makoto: What’s up guys? I’m back. Hagakure: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die. Makoto: Death is a social construct.
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rose-animenz · 3 years
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incorrect HQ pt17
Kiyoko: Person B, do you believe in love at first sight?
Tanka, all dreamy: Yes! I do! I always did…!
Kiyoko: I mean that Kageyama likes Hinata.
Tanaka, disappointed: Oh.
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rose-animenz · 3 years
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this thread in a nutshell
Can you believe it’s already May
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i mean it kinda do be like that
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*creates entire long ass story why starts are actually everything and nothing while existing and not.*
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ꕥ TOUKO NANAMI & YUU KOITO ꕥ
▷ Yagate Kimi ni Naru ◦ Official Art
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hot people problems
every time i pick up chocolate it melts in my hands 😳
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me to my dad when he skips the og one piece opening
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rose-animenz · 3 years
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"Man up" is no way to respond.
mental illness has no gender. this includes:
eating disorders
depression
anxiety
addiction
self destructive tendencies
and more.
if you think that its okay to ignore someone's problems because of who they are then you might as well be giving an innocent person a death sentence. all feelings are valid, doesnt matter if youre boy, girl, rich, poor, tall, short, black, white, LITERALLY ANYTHING.
im going to share an experience i had when i was 13. for the sake of privacy i will call this boy Ryan. when i was 13 years old i went to my first mental institution. im not going to elaborate on why. after a few days a new person came. he was tall and skinny and had yellow, dented teeth. after a while he introduced himself. he said his name and why he was here. he said that he was forced into admission because he passed out from malinurishment. he said he had a mix of multiple eating disorders.
one day we were getting snack and everyone was excited because the little cups of icecream were restocked. at this point i was acquaintances with Ryan. he looked anxious and then he asked me how many calories were in that cup. thay had obviously markered it off for that reason so i simplay said "i dont know." he told me he wanted an icecream cup but was scared he would get fat again. i told him this exactly.
"dont worry, one icecream wont do that to you, youre actually pretty skinny anyway."
after i said this he gave me the most upset look. i thought i had said something wrong and began to slightly panic. me, being the anxious mess i was, went to my room and cried. after a while i went up to ryan and apologized if i offended him by calling him skinny. he said he wasnt offended, he just couldnt find a way to believe me.
Ryan and i got closer over time and we became good friends. the first time we went to gym together we spent most of the time walking laps and talking. he told me about what led him to be like this. he used to be fat and wouldnt do anything but sit in his room and play games. he said that he started crushing one girl at his school. he knew it would never work out though because he was fat. so he joined track club. it didnt help too much so he started skipping meals. he was loosing weight at this point but not enough. thats when he began throwing it up. his pattern was this:
go without eating for a long period of time
become starved
eat as much food as possible until it hurts to move
throw it all back up out of guilt
he told me eventually he became confident enough to talk to his crush. soon after they started dating, which wasnt good for him. dating this girl was fuling his want to stay skinny, which was fuling his eating disorder. after he finished his story he went to go back upstairs. next time at gym he went to play volleyball. at first i would watch from the side, but he invited me despite not knowing how to play. i slowly learned the more we went to gym. i was having a great time hanging out with Ryan when we could.
one day Ryan came up to me and gave me some bad news. he told me that he was going to be transferred hospitals because the hospital we were at didnt know how to handle extreme eating disorders like his. on his last day when i was saying goodbye, he came to me crying. he said he didnt want to leave me alone and that he sorry.
when i asked what he was sorry for he said this one line i will never forget:
"im sorry that i have a girl's disease."
to this day i still play volleyball. i actually am working on getting on my school's team. every time i play i think about that one boy who gave me my biggest goal in life. volleyball is my biggest reason i keep going. its my passion. if that boy never invited me to play that day, then i dont know what wouldve happened.
<3 and reblog to spread Ryans message
xoxo
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rose-animenz · 3 years
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A skirt is NOT an invitation
I’m not saying that men don’t deal with these problems neither, because they do but we (or I am at least) are discussing women. As I said from the title of this (and yes, I got it from Anne with an E) A skirt is not an invitation meaning that no matter what a woman is wearing or if she’s drunk, you shouldn’t make a move on her. No, she is not “asking for it” because of what she has on. No, she is not to blame for the actions that a man with no human decency committed. Women have no choice or say when she walks down the street and someone Catcalls her, she has no say when someone spikes her drink, she has no say when a pair of men rape her or touch her inappropriately. So why are we even blaming the women, THE VICTIM, for what happened to them?
Take this scenario for example:
You’re walking down the street, you heard that there was an increase on robberies in your state but you need to go get your groceries, so everything goes along smoothly until someone holds you at gunpoint and says “Give me all your money.” but it was your fault, right? I mean, why did you go out and buy groceries in the first place? It’s also your fault that you had money on you so you were kind of asking to get robbed.
That is basically what people are doing here. They are blaming the victim for something they have no control over. What goes on in someone’s head that makes them think “hmm, they are wearing shorts, probably because it’s hot outside and OH NO! They got raped! Oops, well I guess it’s her fault since she’s wearing something she feels comfortable in” but people need to understand that no matter what a woman was wearing, it doesn’t matter how short her skirt length was, Rape is Rape. Without consent its rape and no you don’t know if she would have agreed to do that with you and no, you don’t know what she “likes”. Without the woman giving you permission willingly and while she’s sober and clear headed, whatever you do to her and her body, it will count as rape.
Which brings me to my question:
How is a minor responsible for the sexualization of THEIR body by older men?
It’s not like we, women, want to sexualized. In fact, if that could stop, we would be GLAD. I started to see that men like to see a woman's body until it’s no longer being used for their pleasure.
“Oh, you’re breastfeeding that baby! Better cover your breast up even if you're just feeding a baby which is perfectly normal but I'm going to blame you because I can't seem to keep it in my pants!” is just one example of how men find a way to make anything seem sexual, but of course, as always, if a women's body isn’t being used for them then it’s disgusting.
I apologize for not making any sense, I'm still working in this and it's not in its final draft, only in its first draft and often times, I strayed from what I was saying or didn't make sense at all
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rose-animenz · 3 years
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I'm getting really tired of opening a social media app and the first thing I see is our planet dying, violence against not only the black community in America but also against whites, indians, mixed races, first nations, asians and latino/a people all over the world.
Im tired of waking up in the mornings scared to look at my notifications, because there might be another strike in my city here in south africa or that another child was abducted or there was another school shooting somewhere that I've never even heard of.
I'm sick of going to google and the first thing on the most searched bar is that cape town is on fire or that another murder was commited or that another teenager has taken their own life.
Is this the type of world I'm supposed to raise my children in one day? Is this the world I have to spend 80 more years living on?
A world where corruption, violence, ignorance and pain is so dominant that waking up in the morning is difficult and its hard to breath because the air is so polluted .
I don't know about you but i want my children to see whales, tigers, sea turtles, dolphins, ect.
How am I supposed to protect my future children? How am I supposed to keep them safe when even their fellow humans are out their hurting each other, killing each other? What do I tell my baby brother and sister when they ask me where the tigers went? How do I keep my brother from doing drugs? How do I make sure my sister doesn't get raped or killed or abducted? How do I bring myself to let them set foot out into the world? What do I do when my lungs are filled with ash? When my aunt has pneumonia? When my grandmother is dying from lung disease? When my mother is so stressed she can barely eat or when my father is working so hard to keep us aflote that he is literally breaking his back.
I don't want to live in a world where the bad outweighs the good.
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