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lacedinweb22 · 10 months

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daddy's coworker (Miguel O'Hara x reader)

Requested by @thbidkbutok

nsfw 18+

summary: Your father leaves you alone at home with his coworker, Miguel O'Hara, who you've known for years. As he works in your father's office finishing up business, you are tempted to distract him.

warnings: aggressive sex, daddy kink, choking, clawing, unprotected sex (penetration)

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He stood tall, his dark brown eyes looking down at me, standing right beside my father. “Y/N, you remember Mr. O’Hara. He’s been working with me at Alchemax for…Jesus how long, Miguel?” my father asked, looking up at Miguel. He combed his fingers through his wavy hair, his eyebrows furrowed in thought. “I want to say… six years soon,” he replied, looking down at me, his hand out for me to shake.

His massive hand enveloped my hand, which he shook firmly while maintaining eye contact. “Of course, always nice to see you, Mr. O’Hara,” I replied softly, slowly beginning to blush.

“Please, call me Miguel,” he replied quickly, nodding down to me.

“Man, just yesterday he was a fresh youngin intern, now he’s made it to the big leagues,” he nudged Miguel, who broke a small smile, “I told him he could use my office for the night since Alchemax’s systems will be down and rebooting for the rest of the night. He has some important algorithms to work on. Your mother and I, however, will be out for the night, unless you care to join?” he asked, looking at me hopefully. “Sorry Dad, I told you I have that stupid pre-lab I really need to work on, but this weekend, I swear I’ll be free,” I assured him, giving him a side hug as he began to back away to leave. “Of course, my love. We’ll be home soon. I trust you’ll be warm and welcoming to Mr. O’Hara, hm?” “Of course, Pa, have fun,” I replied, smiling at both of them as they looked down at me.

I backed away to the kitchen, and began to prepare something to snack on, as my father and Miguel conversed and said their farewells.

I cut up some fruit, stealing glances and watching them interact. Miguel’s voice was deep and echoing, and his rarely seen smile was contagious. I smiled, subconsciously when he would let out a low chuckle at my dad’s embarrassing jokes.

I’d always seen him at Alchemax dinner parties and gatherings throughout the years. He was always chased after at these events, but was famously known as the stubborn, secretive, and genius bachelor who could never give anyone the time of day. I remembered watching him converse with the adults, his dry humor going over all of their heads, as I giggled from a distance.

I remembered when I was fresh in college and he was a fresh intern. I clearly remember the first time we met at my dad’s office. We were so different then. So much has changed. He’s still so handsome, perhaps even more.

He stole glances at me as they spoke. My cheeks burned, as I quickly looked down at the fruit, slowly nibbling at the mango wedges, avoiding eye contact.

Eventually the front door shut, and Miguel walked to my father’s office. He wore a black form fitting sweatshirt, with dark gray dress pants. He walked so confidently, his glasses hanging on his collar, dangling against his muscular chest. His eyes caught mine staring, as he smirked then nodded to me. He turned forward and entered the office, leaving the door open.

I waited a minute then peeked around the kitchen corner, looking through the glass windows to spy on him. He now wore his glasses, eyebrows scrunched as he slid his fingertips across the hologram screens.

I looked down at the variety of fruit laid out, then got an idea.

“Mr. O’Hara— I mean Miguel, would you like a bowl of fruit?” I asked, leaning against the doorframe holding up the bowl. He turned from the hologram, his face lit up by the orange light.

“Mmm, that does sound good. Please and thank you, Y/N,” he replied, softly. I walked up to the desk, sliding the bowl slowly in front of him.

“So, what are you up to these days?” I said, popping a grape into my mouth. “Work, lots of work,” he replied, snapping a piece of apple then biting into it.

“And you? Man, the last time I saw you, a few months ago, I helped you—” “You helped me with that insane final project I was working on,” I finished.

“Yes, how’s school treating you?” “Fine, but I don’t really want to talk about that right now, I mean— not to be rude, but… just curious, what’s the dating scene like for you? As an older man I mean,” “older man, huh? I didn’t know I was considered ‘older’ but I guess to you college kids, your late thirties might as well be your death bed,” he scoffed, biting into a half of an apple. I shrugged, waiting for a real response.

“I don’t date. I'm single. I figured you knew this; the entirety of Alchemax won’t shut up about it, but yes, I’m single. I’ve got Gabriella and you know… I’m a busy man,” he answered, his eyes glued to mine.

“Single, wow, how convenient,” I muttered, stealing a grape from his bowl.

I walked around the desk, coming to his side, looking at the bright screens. I leaned forward on my tiptoes, my hips pushed out in front of him. His eyes remained on me as my eyes explored his scribbles and notes covering the equations and numbers spread across the screen. I looked back at him, he looked up at me from his chair, his eyes darkened. I looked down at the huge bulge in his pants. I scoffed.

“Anyways, sorry to distract you, I have a pre-lab to work on, so I must be going. See you later, Mr. O’Hara. Let me know if you… need anything.” I left the office swiftly and went back to the kitchen to clean up.

I washed the cutting board, as I suddenly felt his hot breath against my neck. “Someone got the message,” I breathed out, as his hard-on pressed against the back of my thigh through his pants. I turned around, my back against the sink, as his hips pressed up against me.

He lowered his glasses, looking down at me, then slowly took them off, putting them down on the counter beside us. He towered over me, stroking my cheek, putting his thumb on my chin. He traced my lips gently, smirking as he pressed his member against my inner thighs.

“Did you think I didn’t notice you staring at me all these years?” he whispered, leaning down to kiss me. “I just didn’t know… you felt the same… tension I felt, Mr. O’Hara,” I breathed out in between his wet kisses. His lips were soft and warm, his sharp teeth, almost like fangs, brushed my lips. “What— your teeth, how—” “Don’t worry about it,” he breathed out against my lips. I pulled away to look up at him, he looked back down at me, then dug his face into my neck, wrapping his teeth around me. “Miguel,” I moaned, as he began to dig his fangs into my skin. “I told you not to worry about it,” he breathed out, as he dug his claws into my thighs. I had a slight idea as to why he was built like a fucking beast, but it wasn’t my main focus.

He drew his lips back up to my lips, still pinning my waist with his claws, tightly against the counter. He began to slide his fingers down my shorts, slowly pushing them down. He bit my bottom lip then slid his hand down the front of my underwear, playing with my clit. "What a wet, pretty distraction," he groaned into my lips. I moaned out from both pleasure and the excitement from finally getting what I had wanted for years.

My shorts were now at my ankles, as I stood pressed against him in just my soaked underwear. He swiftly lifted me up, sitting me on the kitchen counter, as he kissed me hard, and pulled my shorts off from my ankles. He threw them to the floor, I grabbed him by his belt, pulling his hips in between my legs, his boner stabbing against my desperately aching heat. I unbuckled his belt and undid his zipper, then tugged his pants down, revealing his boxers and the massive tent his hard-on had built.

“So hard for me, Mr. O’Hara,” I breathed out, palming his member. His hands rested on the counter on both sides of me, as he hovered over me, sucking on my neck. I continued playing with him, as he moaned my name, his fangs brushing my ear. He then grabbed my ass tightly, digging his claws into my hips, pulling me against his boner. I tugged at his sweatshirt, then helped him take it off as he too pulled my sweater off of me. I was now in just my bra and panties, and he was now shirtless and in boxers. I spread my fingers across his skin. He had scars spread across his figure, and his muscles bulged against his glowy skin. He lowered my bra, and wrapped his hands around my tits, squeezing and playing with them. He lowered his face to my chest and began to suck and bite on my nipples, humming against my skin. I combed my fingers through his waves, tugging at the roots as he moaned into my chest. He squeezed my hips tight, as he traced my chest with hickies.

He stood up straight and slid my underwear to the side, creating access to me, as I pulled his boxers down to reveal his dangerously long and thick member. I wrapped my hand around him, making myself familiar with his length. As I felt him, he dipped two fingers into me slowly, coating himself in my slick, then spreading it along his own length.

He then guided himself against me, pressing up against my entrance. “Are you ready, princesa?” he asked, smirking, revealing his fangs. “Mhmmm,” I moaned, kissing him and pulling his hips against me. He slowly entered, just his tip stretching me out. I moaned out, wincing in pain. “Fuck, slowly,” I whimpered, gripping his back muscles. He dug his face into my neck, as he pushed up and into me slowly but entirely. He was now completely inside of me, causing my insides to stretch and burn. “Fuck, so tight Y/N,” he groaned into my ear. He gripped my hips with both hands, his claws digging into me as he thrusted in and out of me slowly, pulling me onto his length. He began to speed up, I whimpered and whined as I adjusted to the intense pain and pleasure his thick cock was creating.

He kissed me, biting my bottom lip as he continued thrusting into me. He pulled the back of my hair tightly, “Such a good girl for me, sitting up there, your wet pretty pussy stretching out for me,” he growled.

His long cock slammed into my cervix causing me to arch my back to prevent further pain, his dick was now angled hitting my g spot, rubbing against me rapidly, spreading warmth up into my stomach. “You’re going to make me… cum Mr. O’Hara,” I moaned, my lips pressed against his neck.

“What a good girl you’re being for me, mami, you like this?” he breathed out, keeping his rhythm. He wrapped his big hand around my neck, tightly choking me, as he had his other hand on my waist, pulling himself into me. He kissed my shoulder, fucking and choking me simultaneously. His aggressive thrusts caused a wet slapping noise, as his soaked cock continued pushing my slick back into me.

“So this is your idea of warm and welcoming, huh?” he growled, smirking down at my lips. “Do you do this with all of your father’s coworkers, huh? Or am I the lucky one?” he whispered into my ear, his fangs brushing my skin. “You’re the only one, Mr. O’Hara… mmmm fuck, I’m gonna… cum, Miguel,” I whined out, gripping his hand on my neck, and arching my back. “Miguel, fuck,” I whimpered, breathing out as I throbbed around him. He slowed down, releasing my neck, letting me recover from my intense climax.

“I’m not done with you,” he growled, as he lifted me off of the counter then turned me around, and bent me over. He slid my underwear to the side, then pressed his cock against my entrance, slowly entering just his wet tip. He pressed himself in slowly, only warming the tip of his cock repeatedly, creating a wet noise every thrust. He wrapped his hands around my hips tightly, pulling himself into me.

“That man who was just here fifteen minutes ago, that’s your father, I’m your daddy,” he whispered, picking up the pace of just his tip thrusting in and out of me. “I mean, I’m sure as hell old enough to be your daddy,” he scoffed, continuing to tease me with his tip; I groaned into my arms, frustrated.

“You won’t get any more until you call me what I am,” he growled, performing only shallow thrusts. “You’re my– my daddy, Mr. O’Hara… fuck! Please, give it to me,” I whined, pushing my hips further out for more length. “Mmmm that’s better,” he groaned as he entered his entire length into me. We both breathed out heavily as he quickly began to pound into me, rhythmically rearranging my insides. “Mmmm daddy like that, keep going, keep fucking me like that,” I moaned out. “Mmmm ¿como eso mami? You like that, do I make you feel good?” he groaned, his body thrusting into mine, pushing my body into the cold marble counter. I moaned in response, whimpering at every hit.

His claws dug into my hips, drawing blood that dripped down the side of my thighs. I whimpered in pain, but was too distracted by the pleasure of his length to care.

“Cmon, Y/N, you can give me one more, I know you can,” he grunted, angling his hips lower, to directly hit up into my g spot. “Miguel, fuck… don’t stop, don’t fucking stop,” I whimpered, feeling my thighs tremble, and my slick drip down my inner thighs.

“God, what would your father say if he saw you bent over the kitchen island for me, huh? Cumming for me?” he growled through his smirk. “He’d be… furious,” I breathed out. “Fucking furious, huh?” He scoffed. “You’re breaking the rules for me?” he asked, squeezing my thighs tighter. “Mhmmm,” I whimpered, feeling myself about to climax. “Mmmmm fuck, your tight little pussy is going to make me cum,” he breathed out, keeping his rhythm. “Keep going, keep going daddy, please,” I whined out as I began to finish.

“Ughhhh mami, like that, mmm like that,” he whimpered into my ear, as he bent down, hovering over me, his large biceps surrounding me on each side. He filled me up with his hot white mess, continuing to thrust as we both rode out our highs, pushing his liquid back into me. “Ay Mami, fuck,” he moaned into my ear, his chest pressed against my back. His cum dripped out of me inevitably, as he lowered his hand in between my legs to spread and rub it all around my slit. The noises of our skin and fluids interacting echoed throughout the penthouse. He slowly thrusted then stopped and pulled out, his huge load leaking out of me immediately. I whimpered to myself, my face resting against my arms on the counter.

His hands explored my back and ass, massaging me as he kissed the back of my shoulder. “Go get cleaned up, Y/N, rápido. Wouldn’t want your father finding out what you did with your new daddy, huh?”

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yukisohmasmokesweed · 3 months

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hii as someone w selective mutism, and after seeing your post regarding yuki being mute, i’ve had this question that wouldn’t leave my head: were kisa and yuki actually selectively mute or was it due to traumatic mutism or something else? maybe i’m just self-projecting, but despite us being mute for different reasons (it is possible to have SM from trauma, though it is rare), i always saw myself in both of them when it came to their muteness (i’m really sad yuki being mute was only touched on in kisa’s ep and then never brought up again) so their characters mean a lot to me. just thought I’d bring this up and ask since there isn’t any discussion surrounding this and from the posts that i’ve seen on here, people just seem to go w kisa having SM (and by extension yuki) and just say that it’s canon. being the projector that i am, i also assumed it was but still never thought it was “accurate” rep but then again, does it have to be? regardless of how it’s shown in the anime/manga, i think we’re all entitled to our own opinions on this, and that no matter what we think caused their mutism, all opinions r valid! i’m just so curious on what your take on this is since no one mentions anything like this in specific.

hello! funny you send me this ask today because i just rewatched the first ep of the reboot last night for the first time in a looooong time and have been thinking about fb all morning! as far as i understand it, selective mutism is an anxiety disorder that can definitely be triggered by trauma, and that is how i read yuki and kisa. i'm sure you have a deeper understanding of it than me as someone with that experience, but in my research on this (which admittedly was a few years ago) it seems there is a variety of reasons why children are selectively mute, one of them being abusive environments and a predisposition to anxiety disorders. i would absolutely argue that both yuki and kisa have intense social anxiety, even outside of their mutism; and that yuki, aside from diagnosing him with something, is a perfectionist, and perfectionism often stops people from doing things.

i was also really sad yuki's mutism was only touched upon, so i actually wrote a whole fic about it! i think this is an incredibly interesting aspect of yuki's character. yuki in childhood has no autonomy at all: his life is controlled by his mother, then akito, and akito does not listen to him (or anyone). the other zodiacs ignore him, and he becomes tokenized as the rat instead of viewed as an individual. very often, yuki shrinks into himself as a reaction to this. he already has to keep physical and emotional distance from his peers due to the curse, and his oppressive home environment pushes him to even more extremes. i think so much of yuki's mutism is a maladaptive acceptance that he will never be listened to and that what he feels or thinks does not matter, and so he sinks into a depression where one of his copes is silence. even after this episode, he continues to be softspoken and keeps his cards close to his chest—which is why i love his relationship with kakeru so much, because kakeru coaxes him out of his shell. after meeting kakeru, he begins expressing his opinion more candidly and becomes openly emotional in ways that are supported by kakeru's view of him as a human being. yuki spends so much of his life being objectified as either the rat or the prince (both similar roles where he is being held to an extremely high standard that is only an archetype and robs him of individuality and humanity) and he plays the roles that are assigned to him. it is only when he is shown true love and acceptance through tohru that he can begin to learn who he is outside of those perceived roles, and allows him to express himself as yuki in front of kakeru, who never bought into the prince thing to begin with.

i think the other thing about fruits basket is that it is very tropey, and selective mutism in the way it is portrayed in fb is very much a shojo trope moreso than it is a real portrayal of a disorder. i don't think natsuki takaya is "trauma informed" as we would call it now, as it was written 20 years ago inside of a culture that notoriously does not take mental health seriously. i think yuki and kisa's mutism is very much a narrative choice, so i definitely agree with you re: what you're saying about "accurate" rep. anyway thanks for the ask and your serendipitous timing! thinking about that rat boy <3

#takes a huge bong rip #yuki sohma #ask #anonymous #meta???#yuki

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riddle-me-ri · 2 years

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Ok, here's another one. Zero Year, Arkham, BTAS Riddler

He is having a conversation with Reader, who he isn't on friendly terms with, and third Rogue. Rogue wanting to point something out says.

"It doesn't work! It's like asking Y/N if she would sleep with you"

"Eh." Y/N said.

"Excuse me?"

"Just because I hate his guts doesn't mean he doesn't have a pretty face."

A/N: hahaha this is brilliant! I hope you don't mind I took some liberties in the wording of the conversations but I hopw the idea still reads rip. This was such a fun exercise to write other Rogues! Thanks for requesting! Also N/N is nickname since Harley loves to give people nicknames ❤🖤 Also this is untitled cause I wasn't sure what to title these scenarios lol

Trigger Warnings: Suggestive themes and strong language

Zero Year/Capullo Riddler:

“You really don’t perceive me as a threat? The man that brought Gotham City to its knees?” Ed argued.

“Well, Gotham doesn’t really have the best legs to stand on…” Joker quips back.

You roll your eyes, it’s never-ending feud between these two.

You just had to be stuck in an Arkham padded cell. Between the both of them. You weren’t even insane, they were just overpopulated at Blackgate, but if they didn’t get you out you were going to become insane eventually.

“Y/N, tell that absolute clown-”

“Hey don’t forget handsome!”

Edward growls in frustration. “Tell him how I’m Batman’s superior foe. How I threw Batman into hiding! How I ran this city for months!”

Joker laughs. “You’ve gotta better chance convincing her to fuck you Eddie boy.”

“Eh..well..”

“Huh?” Both men rushed towards the wall that separated them from you.

“Please tell me you’re joking…” You hear Joker mutter.

“I mean…Don’t get me wrong he’s a smug pompous asshole…

Unknowingly, Edward and Joker both shrug and nod. The one thing they could agree on. Well that and Batman.

“...but he is a cute pompous asshole. Not to mention his face is totally sit-able.”

For one rare moment the Joker was actually speechless for a minute. He laments, “please tell me your joking…”

“I’m afraid she’s dead serious, my friend. As she should be. Once I no doubt escape before the clown…I’d like to take you up on that offer…”

Arkhamverse Riddler:

“Edward, it’s not going to work.”

“Oh please, what do you know, Crane? Only someone of my parallel intellectual prowess can see the immaculate results it will produce."

Crane blinks and rubs his temples. "Edward, how is building a race course full of obstacles going to prove you're more intelligent than Batman?"

"It calls for quick thinking! He can't possibly predict every twist and turn. The moment he thinks he's solved a puzzle, another one comes right up before a moment's notice! Only a cunning genius of my caliber can pull this off."

"I'm afraid it'll be like you trying to court Y/N to bed. It's just not going to work.."

"Ah..well…" you interject.

The two men look away from Ed's blueprints on the table to steal a glance at you. You were steadily scrolling through your phone, not lifting your head once.

"W-What was that?" Johnathan inquiries not sure if he heard right.

You look up to the master of fear and shrug your shoulders. "I mean yeah he's a greasy egomaniac, but he is handsome in a dirty rugged kinda way."

Johnathan blinks as if still trying to compute this new development. He looks over to Edward who has gone uncharacteristically quiet.

Edward's face was a deep shade of red and his eyes were as wide as saucers. Riddler.exe has stopped working, good luck trying to reboot.

BTAS Riddler:

"Harley, hitting the toy with a mallet won't help you solve it…"

"Sure it can! It fixed all my other problems!" Harley wounds back with her signature mallet. Before she can strike the puzzle toy, Edward snatches it out of the mallet's path.

"Harley..that's cheating…"

"C'mon, Eddie! I've already tried everything! It's like Y/N sleeping with you! It's impossible!"

"Well not…impossible…" You mutter.

"Did I hear that right, N/N? You'd sleep with Ed?!"

"I mean yeah he's an obnoxious know-it-all, but he's so adorable!"

Harley fake hurls at your admission.

Meanwhile Ed is walking away, lowering his hat to try and hide his reddening face from the both of you.

#zero year riddler x reader #capullo riddler x reader #arkhamverse riddler x reader #btas riddler x reader #batman the animated series riddler x reader #ri writes

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gracebethartacc · 1 year

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MORE PONY STUFFS YAYYYY this time I got Hcs and I wanted to draw eyes bc I had neat ideas for differentiating them/eyelash styles ! I always like when ppl put references to their cutie marks symbols in their eyes so I wanted to do that w them :3 (I still need to properly design the marks tho oof I might do that later)

Scootaloos ended up looking like button eyes on accident though oops they are supposed to be jacks bc I wanted to play into her liking games

Mintys would have been snowflakes but that would be hard to draw so I just opted for a twinkly shape I usually associate w snow/ice, also considered doing peppermint swirl eyes but I didn’t think that would fit her personality as well BUT I’d say maybe that can be used for gags or something ? I can see their eyes swirling around when she’s flustered or confused lol it sounds cute

ALSO sweetie belle don’t got any fancy eyes just bc I think either she’s a blank flank OR there’s some kind of lore thing like unicorns don’t have cutie marks just bc I want to have unicorns be rare/from a different world/have plot significance maybe idk I vaguely remember that being mentioned/implied in g3, i def wanna do something w that rainbow thing in those baby spin offs bc I always thought it was cool, I only know the surface level stuff of g3/g3.5 tho so if anyone is a g3 fan hit me up I’d love to hear infodumping/get some inspo!! ^^

also it’s not mentioned in the art but it’s more a worldbuilding thing but I thought I’d mention another idea I had was that all the buildings/environments of ponyville look/are stylized like toys?? Bc g3.5 did that and I think it’s a real cute style choice and also bc g4 was kinda cottagecore with its style so the second there was a toy marketing placement it was glaringly obvious yk (gestures to twilights castle)

anyway that’s it uhhh I would say more but this reboot interpretation whatever idea is very much only in the first stages like I’ve only had these guys for a few days but I def wanna play around with them, maybe if I expand things more I might include some g1 or g4 characters ? Like how g4 included mix of g1 and g3 characters/villains maybe I might try that just bc I’ve done that b4 in my monster high and ppg rewrite things I combined all the gens together/took the aspects I liked most, but this might be a bit tricker just bc I don’t wanna use g4 as a crutch like I wanna try something unique, hence why I chose g3 to mess around with instead just bc a lot of ppl opt to rehash g4 instead plus I like the g3 character designs a lot :3

oof this got kinda long idk I just wanted to ramble abt pony thoughts shrugs ok bye

#mlp #mlp g3 #mlp redesign #my little pony redesign #my litte pony #mlp g3.5 #This has been SO fun like GOD I MISSED CUTSEY STUFF LIKE I LOVE ANGST AND LORE BUT MAN I MISSED DOING WHOLESOME ART 😭#like anytime I’ve drawn or thought abt these guys I get so happy like aaaawwwgggghhhfddhgfsdfp i love you pony show

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mykatzone · 9 months

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Answering asks #3

I got some wonderful asks recently and finally go around to answering them :D!

@sweetstrawberrytea This makes me really happy :'D it's so rare to see Kuroshitsuji fans who are also Umineko fans! We gotta do something and create more overlap fr fr (doing my part with my silly crossover arts XD) In any case thank you so much <33

@aeowolfestheater Thank you :'D I resonate with your comic struggles ;w; while yes I have drawn pages of my comic many times (entire chapters too), I'm stuck in this reboot hell, where I am never satisfied with what I make so I keep redoing it... over... and over again... SO I GET U!!! But it's ok! We have so much time to do our comics and other passion projects, I really wouldn't stress over doing it asap! It's ok to take things slowly and not rush into it (trust me ik)!

Thank you also for liking my Grelle art <33 Always happy to hear that!!

You mention you wanna see all of my art, idk how serious that is, but I do have a lot more art, just not on this account. I usually go by Katrinci online, so you can find a lot of my older art searching that username! Some of it is kinda embarressing, a lot of it is art I did as a kid and I cringe. But ykno! If you wanna look for more there u go!

In any case feel free to use my art as references or for studying if you want!!! I don't mind at all, you can even trace it for practice (though please don't post any traced art if you do). In any case thank you for this sweet message !!! :'D

@shadowalkingschemer AAA this is so cool to hear!!! I assume you haven't played Umineko and just watched the animatic/song because it interested you after watching my Grelle amv? That's actually so cool you have no idea :'D

To answer your question- I haven't thought about it! Mostly because Kuroshitsuji actually does have an official series of musicals, so I didn't think my contribution was necessery? But... I kinda wanna do it know... I'm not sure which songs I would use but I wanna do it...

Thank you for inspiring me XD I'll ponder about this!

@melodyofthevoid HI!! It's been awhile Melody :D Omg how did you come across my blog? Through my (occasional) Invader Zim drawings on this blog or? 👀

In any case I've been mostly good! Kinda directionless atm honestly. That's why I started a Tumblr again! It's good to have a space where I can just draw fanart and have fun without stressing abt online art career stuff lfkghfds. It's a chill relaxation area here!

Anyhow thank you so much :') I hope you've been well too!!! Sorry for the late reply btw! I answer my asks in a batch, I hope u don't mind!

Wishing you all the best <3!!

Aww thank you for thinking I'm cool anon! But sadly I have to decline! I only befriend people online veeery occassionally after being mutuals with them for at least a month or few (and even then that's not guaranteed). I worry about befriending people who already know me, but I don't know them at all ;_; it's too parasocial for me sorry!

I am so sorry anon... I may have given you a false impression of what Black Butler is about... It is sadly not about the cool red haired lady... She's actually barely in it... And the show does not treat her with respect usually... I'm so sorry for the false advertisement pls forgive me </3

Sure thing anon!

These are all the ones I have saved on my computer!!

@zoeyfoster-blog Omg I'm extremely biased, but I would say yes. For one, GX is a comedic masterpiece especially if you watch the dub. Yes the dub takes itself way less seriously and changes a lot of stuff from the canon japanese version BUT. It's so funny. It's so so so funny. Other then that I mean, GX is just a fun show with fun characters. I love the characters dearly (Chazz it up for life), but it's not like. The most brilliant piece of media out there. It's a pretty standard show for kids really. Though it get's really angsty and dark in seasons 3-4. Idk I really love it personally. If I were you, I'd watch s1, maybe early season 2 dubbed, because those parts of the show are a lot more silly and watching them dubbed would make it more funny/enjoyable. But def switch to sub on the more serious episodes like those in s3. Also thank you for liking my art :'D!!

@anawkwardlady Whenever we talk and are totally normal about Higurashi characters years are added to my lifespan <3

I actually haven't heard of it before! Thank you for the song rec!! I listened to it and yeah.. yeah heavy Natsuhi vibes.

Speaking of Umineko-esq Mitski songs, I think Me and My Husband is a very Sayo coded song? I actually thought about making an animatic of that song with her...

Anyhow thank you for sharing this thoiught!!

Thank you so much anon!!! And hang it there! You are getting your own post where I draw Finny and explain my art process while drawing it! I will do it as soon as possible, please be patient :'D!!

#📬 askbox

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undeadromcom · 1 year

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[falls out of a tree] hi here's your waterparks recs

the appeal of them is the amount of Sounds in the music. Theres so many sparkles and weird synth and fun vocals. they're a pop rock band sooo nothing goes that hard but thghteyryt give them a chance :)

going based on the 2 you know for sound reference, but i'm throwing in my faves too

-magnetic (most similar to turbulent i'd say.. a lot more 'electronic' tho? that cant be the right word i dont know music)

-funeral grey (looped this for weeks . it's really simple but lord. storytelling)

-rare (lyricssss and i just love the sound, it's nostalgic)

-numb (petty song i love it)

-plum island (i adore the lyrics. the bridge!!! is really nice)

-SELF-SABOTAGE (one of the lyrics is "if you like when we talk i'll dislocate my jaw [high voice pretty melody]" so take that with what you will. i've looped this one to hell too)

-[Reboot] (WHAT WAS I TALKING ABOUT. REBOOT IS MORE LIKE TURBULENT THAN MAGNETIC well theyre both good)

and Fuck About It is their most recent single, it makes me insane. their 5th album is gonna kill me.

thats allll!!! have a lovely day night weekend ^-^ ☆☆☆☆☆

OKAY HI FINALLY CAUGHT MY BRAIN IN A GOOD MOMENT..

magnetic definitely has that fun sparkle i see exactly what you mean by that im enthralled by the chorus

funeral grey .. i really like the line about "she blew it back in my face and said now youre gonna die too" thats GOOD

RARE REALLY HAS THAT SPARKLE i love picking out those little details and wow yeah this sounds like something straight from 2011 (affectionate)

ohhh i think i like numb... funny song i really like when singers go a little all over the place i have no thoughts the energy is just !! yum

plum island and self-sabotage are really fun for those lil experimental bits they add in.. while they didnt have an impact w me it definitely gives them a fun step up to listen to and their distinct energy?? ig??

reboot definitely has that Turbulent energy especially when he sings in that low voice.. its nice..

numb and reboot surprise me because they dont sound like a band that would start rapping and then they .. start rapping GMNDSFBGMMSDF

TY FOR THISSS ill probably check out more sometime but numb caught me good i like it

#starlight #asks #now i have to dip i have to do some errands

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sydmarch · 2 years

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MAN the edward scene never should’ve been cut it’s SOOOO good & so interesting. really makes you take note of the fact that throughout the entire film we’re never told why any of the celebrities who are endlessly discussed are famous in the first place. we hear about michael felix’s sexual dveiancy, hannah geist’s alleged deformity, aria noble’s anus ordeal, but we don’t know if any of these people are actors? musicians? socialites? the thing that made them famous isn’t even important all that matters is fame itself.

the only one we’re told about is edward - famous for being “a prominent member of hannah’s fan community”. famous for investing himself so much in the idea of fame. if edward’s famous enough to sign the same contract w lucas, have the same technician do a house call to the same hotel the SAME ROOM (did you know hannah used to stay here? hannah geist?) to extract the same virus from him (how easy it is to replace hannah after everyone thinks she’s dead, to just put another person who’s.. in proximity to her doesn’t feel like the right way to say it because he DOES NOT KNOW HER but he’s in proximity to her in all the ways that matter in this world i guess if you think about it. via biological communion he’s in proximity to her. he’s had all her diseases except the last one!), at what point does edward’s community get big enough for that most prominent member to be elevated to the same level? (would it require him to die first?)

an endless repetition of people becoming famous by association, devoting themselves to the idea of fame itself. the exact same strain of herpes being passed down from person to person & extracted from each one, being repackaged rebranded and sold as a new product despite the fact that nothing has changed other than the name, no real value has been added. parallels to be drawn for sure to our current culture of stale reboot sequel cinematic universe bullshit where it feels so rare to see something new or creative, where the only draw to movies seems to be having big names attached to theme. much to think about.

i also wonder what syd is thinking this whole time listening to edward, watching him imitate hannah in the test footage with the sunglasses. i kind of imagine it makes him sick (ha!) bcus imo syd is exactly the same as every other fan but sees himself as different - that’s why he doesn’t engage in outward fanaticism, why he smuggles bugs. it’s an excuse to dose himself in secret, feel like his connection is more exclusive because he’s not one of those people patronizing the very clinic where he works. big “i’m the only one who truly understands my blorbo” energy from syd. him & edward are exactly the same but their desires are expressed in basically opposite ways & syd sees himself as separate from & above him and people like him so i’m sure seeing edward in hannah’s place? disgusts him.

oh man & edward’s “we’ll see about that” wrt maybe getting hannah’s last disease. even tho i’m sure syd knows it’s obviously not gonna happen i can imagine just the SUGGESTION of it tears him up inside. his strongest most intimate connection to her that’s shared by NO ONE but himself and hannah (what was it exactly the doctor said about and now you’ll share a death with her?) i bet he can’t STAND the idea of having to share that with anyone else much less edward. anyway that’s like 600 words based on 3 minutes of content. thanks for coming to my ted talk

#texticles #antiviral

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galactic-pirates · 8 days

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13, 14, and 16 for the fic writer asks, please!

Yay thank you for the ask!

13) What’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow? Ooof erm. I always feel like I wind up picking at the phrasing of these questions, like what qualifies as being 'common' and does 'almost always' mean exactly that rather than always? I'm probably trying to be too precise but this is just how my brain is.

You see I was going to say "maintain POV" as opposed to head hopping, but I always maintain POV these days, as I trained myself out of the head hopping.

For an 'almost always' I think I'm going to say "schedule writing time" - aka that quote about... (let me google) “I write only when inspiration strikes. Fortunately it strikes every morning at nine o'clock sharp.” -W. Somerset Maugham." - basically it's about being disciplined. Make a commitment and show up for yourself, and for your story. I almost always try and do this. It's not easy, some days I procrastinate badly and don't get a lot done, but I still have my butt in the chair, and that's half the battle sometimes. I don't do everyday though. Tried it, couldn't make it work. I aim for 5 days a week and I can 'undesignate' days if I have appointments or something is going on. The important thing is on any day it's possible, I show up for the writing.

14) How do you write emotional scenes? Do you ever feel what the characters feel? Do you draw from personal experiences? I don't consciously draw from personal experience. Indeed I very rarely have any kind of matching experience with my characters (my life is far too limited) but I know fear, I know pain, I know shame etc. and I guess that helps in the abstract. It's a bit like a jigsaw puzzle, piecing it altogether.

I know the scenario, I know the character, I know their personality, their history etc. Because different characters would obviously react with different emotions even to the same scenario. So I have to work out what kind of emotional reaction is right for the character in that moment and how they would portray that. Somebody might be feeling something intensely inside, but now show it much on the outside. Somebody else might throw things, scream or cry etc.

I don't think I feel what the characters do, but at the same time I do think it does affect me somehow. Like it's not "sad scene = sad Sam" but maybe the intensity? I find that I have more of an extreme reaction to things. So perhaps writing emotional scenes makes me more sensitive?

16) How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them? I can't 100% recall how my fanfic ideas I had on my list when I decided to quit fanfic. I get nostalgic sometimes. I really wanted those ideas to exist BUT just because they won't as fanfic, doesn't mean that a spark of them won't one day exist in an original story of mine.

For example I always wanted to write a Bering and Wells tropetastic Christmas story. Well who says that one day I can't write the fake dating, bringing a colleague home for the holidays, snowed in, huddling together for warmth, oh no there's only one bed etc. lesbian romance. It's certainly on my list.

I have well over half a dozen different series ideas, and a few standalone novel concepts. I got first drafts of a fair few 'Book Ones' as I have jumped from project to project, not sticking with a series or even a genre. I'm trying to be a bit more disciplined about that from now on. I picked a series and started to reboot it this year. I redrafted Book One and I should probably start the revision on it tomorrow. Then onto Book Two. There's six books in this series and it does make me a little sad sometimes to think I'm unlikely to write anything else for a couple of years. I think I'll always have more ideas than time/spoons.

#I answer things #sam talks writing

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draco-the-chaos-quetzal · 7 months

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Best boss battle ever!

I just got out of my campaign and had 3 really funny events happen to me.

Context: We are fighting a single boss that's got flying speed since they're some kind of ghost most likely.

60ft diameter circular room w/ large ornate desktable.

A house rule for a free cantrip

Events:

Event 1: Going Ham

I run up to the boss and use my free cantrip, Booming Blade, and hit for normal damage along with a boost from a buff ability. About 12 damage total.

Next, I hit for my main action cantrip, also booming blade, and get the first nat 20 (double dice).

Hits for about 15 damage.

Action Surge for another booming blade

I hit for another 15 damage!

In total, I did almost 50 damage in a single turn!

Event 2: Malfunction

While running up upon the boss (who was next to an ally) to perform this onslaught, I said "It's time to send you back to hell where you belong!"

Another player then asked, "Who are you talking to?"

I, not understanding, froze staring into space at them. I did not move, nor speak, for 5 seconds before responding "What?"

To most it does not seem funny, but in reality a mental reboot like that is incredibly rare for me. The entire table was laughing while I sat there frozen and confused.

Event 3: Math & Sex

While another player was deducing damage, they said "Alright, so that's 8+4. But they have resistance, so it is just 8 right?"

We were confused and explained (again) that the damage is halved.

"So 8+4 is 12, so is it 8 or 6?"

Clarifying that it was 6, I joked saying we needed to reteach Advanced calculus to our friend here.

A new member said she doesn't even remember how to do long division.

I, without missing a beat, quoted an old Urban Dictionary definition of Math:

Well, math is like sex. Ya add the bed, subtract the clothes, divide the legs..."

At this point the entire table is in an uproar of laughter, and I am barely able to say "and pray you don't multiply" while catching my breath.

Upon calming down, I was given kudos and saw this player get the other nat 20 of the session.

I got struck by random lightning for that...

This group has been amazing, and I always look forward to seeing what's next. If ya want more stories, I'll post them on my secondary blog @hiddendragontavern

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gatefleet · 2 years

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First Apartments

MacGyver (Reboot): Angus 'Mac' MacGyver Word Count: 507 (T)W: House flitting/adjustments Request: Yes, “Hi sorry to hear you have writers block..how about an imagine with Mac and reader. You have been dating for some time but not living together and you need to stay with Mac for a few days due to your apartment being fixed. This leads both of you to contemplate living together permanently. Fluffy romance is good..” A/N: Another from Sutoritaimu archive

Let’s face it, having to have your entire building renovated because the landlords had to comply with new registration or something within a couple of floors isn’t ideal. What’s even less ideal is not having enough time to find temporary accommodation while it’s going on. Thankfully though your boyfriend Mac and his house-mate Bozer were more than willing to allow you to crash at their place while your building was being renovated. It was a little weird being at their place when they weren’t there due to their work, but you didn’t complain and was very grateful for the fact that they had opened their door and allows you to crash at their place.

After staying with Mac and Bozer for a couple of weeks, you were baking cookies and other baked goods when the boys returned home from a ‘work thing’. After a couple of hours of the boys decompressing and just generally chilling out. Bozer decided to retire for the night, leaving you and Mac alone to finish cleaning up. Once the clean-up was finished, you and Mac decided to relax on the sofa and just enjoy each other’s company and enjoy the alone time that you two would rarely have together. You were leaning against Mac, with your head on his shoulder, his arm over your shoulder holding you close.

This feeling right here, the comfortable feeling, the ease of it, this was what you could get use to. This was what made being with Mac so easy and prefect. “Hey, Y/N?” Mac’s voice interrupted your little daydream, you hummed in response, “What would you say if I were to ask if you would ever consider moving in with me? To our own place?” You were startled by Mac’s question, you never thought that Mac would be willing to leave this house, especially since it belonged to his grandfather. You pulled away from his slightly, just enough to be able to look at his face, when you saw that he was being serious you pulled away to face him, still sitting on the sofa. “I would make sure you were sure about something like that firs, I mean, you love this house Mac, you practically grew up in it.” Mac looked at you thoughtfully and seriously, as if he was trying to work out all of the pros and cons and the best way to go about responding.

Once Mac asked you if you would ever consider moving in with him again, you guys started to properly talk, properly talk, about moving in together, it was something that neither of you had really spoke about before, but this experience was an eye-opener for both of you. Neither of you thought about moving in together just yet. You bot spent the rest of the night wrapped in each other’s arms talking about the possibility of moving in together and the best place to get an apartment or house if you decided not to keep Mac’s grandfathers place or wanted to move out of Los Angeles.

(GIF Credit: @tyes-girl)

#macgyver (reboot)#angus macgyver x reader #mac x reader #angus macgyver

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chihirolovebot · 3 years

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a huge smile on face(s) when the kiss ends from the kiss prompt for shuichi and hajime? ty :)

— 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀 + 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓.

word count: 1.6k

content: gender neutral reader, hinanami friendship my beloved, light cursing, flustered hajime <3

notes: will do shuichi in a separate post bc this got away from me. what can i say im a hajime simp thru and thru. thank you for requesting!!

"ah... you should just tell them you like them, you know?"

hajime's hands slip on his console; it goes clattering, unheard, to the ground. he stares at chiaki with wide eyes and silent lips, but the girl doesn't even have the grace to look up after telling him something so ridiculous.

he'd just been venting! he didn't expect her to call him out like this! face burning, he retrieves the console with a mutter of apology. there's a crashing sound from chiaki's, and then the familiar chime of a game over. with a small sigh, she slumps against the back of the bench and regards him with gentle, knowing eyes.

"i can't." hajime's mouth moves before he gives it permission. "it's - they're - you know."

"what?" chiaki says demurely. "too good for you? is that what you were gonna say?"

"w-well!" hajime dithers uncomfortably, hot under the collar. "it's true, isn't it? i mean, they're an ultimate, and they're in the main building surrounded by all the other talented people, and..."

"and what?" chiaki blinks. "i'm an ultimate, aren't i? and i like hanging out with you just fine. besides, y/n likes you too. don't say i told you so, but they're always talking about you. fuyuhiko is just about sick of you and he's never even properly met you." as she speaks, she's fiddling with the buttons on her console, rebooting the game to try the fight again.

meanwhile, she has effectively knocked the wind out of hajime. he gapes at her, game forgotten on his lap. "what?" he croaks. "they - they actually talk about me?"

"all the time," chiaki confirms. "they're a pretty simple person, you know. i doubt you'd have to go all-out with your confession, or anything. maybe flowers."

"chiaki," hajime says seriously. "i'm not going to confess. i can't."

for the first time, chiaki frowns. hajime's stomach flips; he hates seeing her upset, because it happens so rarely, and it makes him feel like maybe the worst person alive. she pauses her game and turns to look at him.

"why not?" she asks slowly, as though trying to puzzle it out in her own head. "i mean. you like them, and they like you. if you don't confess, isn't it just going to torment both of you?"

"but." hajime's mouth is dry. "i'm nothing. right? i - i'm just some reserve course student. i can't..."

"sure you can. i think you're being pretty silly about this," chiaki tells him gently. hajime grimaces. chiaki is soft about it, but she always speaks her mind. it's one of his favourite and least favourite things about her. "sorry if that was rude. i just... well, i think it would make everyone happier if the two of you were together. including me. i'd like to see two of my friends happy together, you know?"

hajime's heart stops. "friends?"

chiaki's wide, amber eyes blink slowly. "of course we're friends," she says mildly. "you play video games with me." and with that, she turns her attention back to her console, and hajime is abruptly forgotten.

he can't even go into the main building to find you. how pathetic.

he has to wait outside, getting eyed and scrutinised by security who see his reserve course uniform, who plainly want to rag at him but can't because he isn't technically breaking any rules. he glares over at them whilst simultaneously hiding the bunch of flowers wrapped in cellophane at his side.

he hopes you like them. you're nice enough that you'll pretend to even if you don't, but he wants you to actually like them. wants you to have them in your room with pride. his eyes sting, suddenly. he's so stupid. drooping flowers wrapped in cheap cellophane. you literally have the ultimate chef, mechanic, photographer in your class. he's sure any of them could come up with a better gift than this. this is an awful idea, why did he ever listen to chiaki? he'll dump the flowers now, and—

the doors fly open, and a sea of brown-uniformed students come pouring out. hajime, flustered, nearly drops the flowers in shock. he keeps an eye on the crowd; most of them give him odd or disparaging looks as they flit past, but he barely sees them. chiaki wanders past, absorbed in a game already, but she pauses when she spots the flowers at his side before he can whip them out of sight. she stops only long enough to give him a brief, encouraging smile before carrying on with the crowd.

is he sweating? the hand clutching the flowers is slipping on the cellophane. he can't do this, he can't do this can't do this can't do this—

"hajime?"

he yelps; one of the last students out, you walk alongside akane owari and nekomaru nidai, who pause to eyeball him. they're not judgemental, at least - mostly curious. akane's eyes zip from you to hajime, as if wondering what on earth he's doing here.

"y/n." he can only thank his lucky stars that he didn't stammer. his face is absolutely burning. "do you - i mean - can i talk to you for a minute?"

you blink, surprised. it's not unusual for the two of you to hang out, of course. he suspects the only reason akane hasn't throttled and questioned him is that she already knows who he is. but he's never waited outside the main building like this before, and certainly not with flowers in hand. your heart skips a beat. "um. yeah, of course. hang on." you turn to akane and nekomaru, who have split identical shiteating grins. "you guys go on, i'll - i'll catch up with you tomorrow, okay?"

nekomaru claps you heartily on the shoulder as he moves past, which almost sends you flying into the asphalt. akane cackles and bellows, "use protection!" over her shoulder, which, great, now the both of you are blushing like fools.

"uh," hajime says eloquently, realising he should speak. "i. uh. shit. this already feels like a bad idea and i haven't even - okay."

"hajime," you say patiently. "don't rush yourself. i'm not gonna get annoyed, or whatever it is you think."

his eyes are a lovely shade of olive-green in the sparkling sunset, you realise unhelpfully when they widen a little in surprise. he's visibly nervous, picking at a stray thread on his jacket, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. you can't stop staring at the flowers, and your heartbeat picks up. are they... is this... is he possibly...?

mouth suddenly dry, you wait for him to gather his thoughts.

"okay," he swallows after a minute. "okay. i'm just gonna do it. y/n." and his gaze nudges up, and he's suddenly staring you straight in the eyes. it's strangely intimate, makes you feel as though he's looking right through you, and your whole body is flushing under the contact. "since we started school, you've, erm, you've always been so nice to me. i mean, more than nice, that doesn't seem like the right word, but. you know what i mean, right?" he doesn't give you a second to answer, beginning to pick up speed. "and - and at first i didn't really get it. i mean, you're an ultimate, and you're surrounded by all those talented people, and i'm just me, so i thought - i don't know, but i just really didn't get it at first. but i think i see it now. like, you're just kind. to everyone. and, uh, what i'm trying to say is - fuck. shit. okay. you know what i'm trying to say, right?"

he's bright red in the face, more flustered than you've ever seen him, even more than the time you accidentally fell asleep against his shoulder whilst the two of you watched some horror movie. it seems to be a great effort for him to look at you, but he's making himself do it because, you know, he's brave. even if he doesn't admit it to himself, he is brave. you look from his flushed cheeks, to the flowers in his hand, to the barely-concealed sparkle of hope in his lovely eyes.

and suddenly you can't not kiss him. it seems like the strangest thing in the world that you aren't kissing him right now. so despite the lurking fear that he might genuinely have a coronary if you do so without warning, you tug him forward by his tie and slot your mouth against his.

the reaction is instantaneous - he yelps, muffled against your mouth, and his hand flail like a distressed octopus. thanks to losing all motor function, the flowers go tumbling out of his grip, landing in a morose, colourful puddle at his feet. the kiss ends before he can figure out what to do with his limbs, and when you pull back he's gaping like a fish, so red that he's in real danger of overheating.

a beat. you think you may have made a mistake. and then, like waking up from a dream, hajime blinks slowly --

and then he smiles.

you rarely see him smile so genuinely. it's as if you've let the sun into a dark room; his eyes lift up, and his mouth lilts, and the violent blush on his face cools somewhat into a mild, lovesick pink. your hajime is practically glowing in the dying light; you've noticed that he's handsome before, sure, but here in the sunset with the taste of him on your mouth, he's practically ethereal.

"oh," he says absently. he's still smiling.

"oh," you echo, and you realise that you're smiling, too.

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mdccanon · 2 years

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The Matrix Resurrections

I loved it.

Loved a concise and specific reason why the reboot happened, loved having hipster machines being on their side now, loved seeing Io be something better and more advanced than Zion, loved Trinity gaining power, love theorizing that Neo and Trinity could very well become the next Architect and Oracle (there MUST be Two and this new Architect arrogantly thinks he can do it alone), I loved that the new Morpheus was better version of Finn from Star Wars, loved that Jada Pinkett Smith's character wasn't a traitor like I feared she was (a better Holdo), loved that the W sisters ENDLESSLY mocked reboots in the most meta way I've ever seen, loved that the machine digimon girl had a Rogue One backstory but you didn't need a whole separate movie to explain it, "my parents saw that they were evil, installed a weakness for just this occasion, and those assholes killed my parents, so let's wreck them", the new Rey wasn't a Mary Sue, Agent Smith is still a wildcard, I want to see more machines versus machines, I loved that the new Architect is an asshole even to machines and basically outsourced Agents to bots, you took their jobs!!!, I love that they found a VERY specific sci Fi/economic element to use to explain why things are going to shit now: scarcity. It's not magical, it not bullshit. It's literally and simply that there isn't enough power anymore, so adapting has to occur and assholes are always going to fight a war simply to resist it. And that's how any social change happens.

Women didn't gain rights simply because it's the right thing to do, it's because WW2 required middle class women to work. Slavery didn't end simply because it was the right thing to do. It was no longer economically viable.

Why are some machines starting to side with humans? Because that small nudge Neo started where more humans than usual were freed caused JUST enough scarcity for machines to kill each other to save power. Which caused human-sympathic machines to unplug and run away to escape the violence. Which emboldens humans to unplug more humans so it actually makes the power shortages worse. So, resurrect Neo and Trinity to make up the difference with their main character power.... Except sorry, Neil Patrick Harris, you can drug him, overwork him, and distract him as much as you want, Neo isn't going to live in your tiny box.

God damn it, it's so RARE for a sci Fi action flick to have a simple and real backbone of rationality behind why the hyperactive bullet-time Kung Fu action shenanigans to be happening. And I was just so happy that this possible trilogy DOES. AND that it has a reason that doesn't disrespect the original trilogy. Neo DID save hundreds of thousands of people. He did accomplish something in the original trilogy. (Unlike Star Wars which just shrugs and says Darth Vader never actually killed Palpating with his dying breath... Because... And then makes Luke into a monster who'd try to murder his nephew in his sleep... Because...)

I'm just so happy they didn't spit in the face of the original trilogy to extend the story. But what do you think?

#the matrix resurrections #matrix resurrection #the matrix #neo anderson #neo and trinity

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remsmoonlight · 3 years

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— title : brownies n’ breaks

— word count : 2.2 k words

— pairing : daryl dixon x reader

— summary : cooking is your love language and it’s time that you are able to finally make something for Daryl, protected from the high walls that alexandria boasts of are you finally able to bring that vision to life

— warnings : absolutely nothing, except sickly sweet fluff

oooo another daryl request if you’re willing!!! maybe once they get to alexandria reader makes daryl some homemade brownies or some shit because she knows he’s never had much homemade food if any just some domestic cute shit??🥺🥺♥️

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　requested 　/ requests are open *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Sweetness flows throughout the air of your new home, sliding into every corner it can find to fill and warm. The smell of domesticy is something you thought perished long ago when the world died, but here you stand.. with a fresh batch of brownies in the oven baking as if life rebooted and got set back to factory settings. You move from the oven, small steps to the door to be able to survey the kitchen area once more, blinking as if to erase it from your vision, to be greeted with the punishing sun and the dirt filled roads lined with ghosts.

A cozy yellow glow is snug in the pit of your stomach as you think about who the sweet bake belongs to, Daryl has been nothing less than golden. From Atlanta, all the way to Alexandria.. he has always been one to step up without even thinking. You’d shared many secluded moments together, talking about your pasts and while he has never explicitly said anything, you have created a picture in your head about what he has gone through. The love not shared healthily to someone who will always put his family first. Even prior to the downfall of society, you loved to cook for everyone you knew.

You settle yourself with a book on the window ledge close to the kitchen, awaiting the arrival of Daryl, a giddiness that could be likened to a snowfall of glitter falling gracefully within you.

“ you know, when we finally find a new home. I will make you the best brownies you’ve ever had! “

“ if y’don’t burn ‘em first. “ he replied, the corner of his eyes crinkle so delicately as he chuckles lowly.

“ don’t be so fucking mean! here I am trying to do something nice.. it won’t kill you! “ you argue humorously, your fist balling up to punch his arm with little force.

Laughter and carelessness had been a rarity after surviving Terminus, your focus on trying to find safety.. no matter how much of a dream it may be. The journey to coming to terms with the fading faces and memories of the prison has been a painful one, comfort was not something that could easily be found, yet you found it in the least conventionally affectionate person you knew.

“ if anythin’s gonna kill me, it ain’t gonna be your cooking. “

“ actually, I cook very well. it will be a good day when I finally get to show you. “

An airy smile brightens your features, the burdenless weight unable to keep your lips stuck together. Many memories you have with him are of the fond kind, of course, the course of your bond with him runs deep but never has it been a calm sea. There have been moments where you wonder if it’s one sided, if you are inventing a picture that you wish to bleed through to reality, then you are proven wrong and he does things that you know in your heart are true. It has taken losing friends, a home, finding new hope to strengthen that bond and while you would prefer to take the easy road, you know that nothing will ever split the two of you into shards of glass that will never be able to be repaired. You’re both strong people, but stronger together.

A figure clad in black and covered in grime makes their way up the flawless road to where you rest, your vision could be awful but you can make out his being anywhere. The book you hold is laid to rest, your feet already carrying yourself to the door to meet him. Days had past since you last saw him and you can now feel the chords of longing pulling as you had missed him.

Your hand encloses the door handle, swinging it open to finally land your gaze on his form, feeling as if it had been years you’d not done so, as opposed to a few days.

“ took you long enough. “

“ yeah, yeah. quit your complainin’. “

You move aside, Daryl taking the cue from you and entering the house that bares no soul at that present moment. Everyone is out with their own agenda or job, leaving you to potter about to your own devices.

Some peace and privacy for even a few hours is something you are thankful for, two things that had been incredibly rare from your journey from Atlanta. Though, the noise that comes with your family reminds you of the moments you couldn’t wait to be rid from as you grew up are ones that you no longer fail to appreciate.

“ did you find anybody out there? “

Daryl shakes his head, you see the trouble that he wears often become even more apparent as it overwhelms his features intensely. Knowing Daryl as well as you do, you know that while he won’t admit it out loud, every time he goes out there with Aaron to find people and finds no one wounds his spirit more and more. While his desire to save everyone is admirable, it’s often a concern to you that it might be the straw that breaks the camel’s back and he’s often met with your comforting energy of it being simply an unsustainable trait.

“ you know you won’t always find people, right? “ you ask him softly, tucking your legs underneath you as you seat yourself on the sofa.

Daryl refuses to sit, it’s a thought that regularly finds itself bouncing around your mind as to why he can’t relax even behind the walls of Alexandria.

“ yea’, still sucks though. “ he wipes his thumb across his nose, an unconscious habit on his part, discussing his thoughts and feelings has never been easy, raised in a home full of toxicity stunted him emotionally, something he still wrestles with when the occasion arises.

“ there’s going to be a day where you’ve gone and saved everyone! there won’t be anyone left for you to bring back! cut yourself some slack. “

Daryl doesn’t respond, knowing there is truth in your words but he has seen so much death already, the world gripped by dark and dim choke hold, a little dusting of life is something that has been lacking since it died. Avoidance of feelings is something Daryl flees to when the conversation gets tough, he can deal with words full of anger and rage, but topics so delicate still feel so alien to him.

“ wha’ y’been up to? “ the male questions you, seemingly interested in what you have been up to, watching you from the otherside of the room.

As if a switch had been flipped, your eyes ignite with excitement and joy as you have finally been able to fulfil your unofficial promise to him.

“ remember when we were talking about my cooking? when you insulted it? “ the sides of your lips gently lift with a soft innocence, you feel the elation slowly warming the entirety of your body at the simpleness of it all.

“ y’ain’t gone and poisoned sumn’ have ‘ya? “ asks Daryl, turning to face you from across the floor where he stood. His tone holds a ‘ blink and you will miss it ‘ humour threaded into his words.

“ I should have! “ laughing at him, you fit your fingers between his and lead him into the kitchen with you.

Touch is still something that sends an uncomfortable shiver to travel the distance down his spine, but with everything you have been through and all the time you have spent together, touch is something he’d never turn from when thinking of you. Your relationship has been a strange, never formal one, but it is perfect for the two of you. Unspoken words full of warmth and fondness are a solidity in each one’s souls, and while you both never shared the extent of what the two of you have with the group, they have their suspicions and theories. But if they know one thing, it’s Daryl’s affection for you runs deep.

“ brownies! “

He peaks into the oven that you have opened, the rich smell of cocoa and heat baking the treats hit him like a brick, a pit forms deep in his stomach. This is different from past meals beforehand. You had gone out of your way for him, of all people. Never could he mentally grip why you have been so kind and benevolent with him but it’s something he treasures deeply. In the beginning he was more abrasive with you more than anyone else, but it used to be his go to defense mechanism with everyone in your family. Softness never being something destined for him was beaten into him for a young age, learning only how to loathe and to only say words in anger. It wasn’t until you came along and took your time with him did he let you in, something you have been grateful ever since.. especially since you have been able to discover the colourful soul that resides within him.

“ y’didn’t have to. “ he replies, his mouth watering at the mere smell of the brownies that are close to being fully baked.

“ Daryl… “ a softness in your response that is only reserved for him is heavy, your eyebrows furrowing in dejection. You know enough of his history to be confident in your placed hurt for him being unable to experience kindness in a positive manner. Your hand trails up his clothed arm and rests on his shoulder lightly, allowing for him to decide whether or not to accept the physical affection. He doesn’t shrug it off, if anything he leans more into your touch. “ you know I’m doing this because I want to, you deserve something nice! “

“ thanks. “

“ and they’re nearly done, so you best take a seat. “

Daryl follows your order with little encouragement, a smirk that he conceals from your view and sits at the lengthy dinner table. He’s having trouble connecting the dots of the dead walking and civilisation ended and the pure normalcy of him sitting at a dinner table about to eat home cooked brownies. Even back when the world was bustling with life and people working their nine to fives were home cooked meals a rarity.

“ so this is what y’spent your day on? “ he asks as he watches you with a spark of fondness in his eyes as you work in the kitchen.

“ cooking is therapeutic. “

“ y’ a weird person. “ Daryl quips, staring at you right in your eyes. His expression gives nothing away, though his eyes speak a thousand words and paint a thousand colours that you understand fully.

It’s lucky you know him so well to understand when he’s being serious and when not.

“ but you like it! “

The squares of the baked treats are uneven and jagged, your features contorting into a confused frown at how they could so well until the end. You blame the knife for the imperfection and flaws of the appearance of what lays before you, however your heart knows it’s your inability to present your dishes artistically.

“ now I apologise they don’t look good but they do taste good! “

“ y’never have to say sorry for anythin’ “ he thoughtless says, his mind to preoccupied with the food laid before him.

A picture painted by his mind long ago had you as the perfect person, it’s comforting to know the flaws you have are nothing short of charming in your own little way. With the lack of elegance associated with him, his fingers dig into the irregular shape of the brownie and shoves half of it into his mouth.

You watch him with your breath holding itself, never have you been a person who has wanted to impress but when it comes to Daryl? You find yourself wanting to do that and more.

“ well? “

He nods with his mouth full, unable to formulate his words. His jokes about your cooking being bad have been nothing more than that, jokes. But even as he’s consuming the small squares he’s surprised at how good they taste, better than he could even imagine.

“ ain’t half bad. “

“ in Daryl speak that means they’re pretty damn great, huh? “ you question him rhetorically, amusement dancing on each word you speak as you gaze steadily on his form.

“ well y’didn’t burn the house down. “

Your mouth opens and eyes widen considerably as your expression twists from being filled to the brim of affection to one of shock, aghast at his jovial words. The laughter tumbles carelessly from your lips as you reach across to swat his arm playfully.

“ you are so rude! “

He joins in with your laughter, a sight so infrequent that you wish you could burn the image into your mind with no chance of being erased by time. It’s moments like these, where you truly feel like the only two people in the world, stolen moments you hold close to your heart. You hope that you will reach a space where you both will be able to freely express your feelings, while the mutual affection is known between the both of you, sometimes you want to use words. So he knows, because it’s something he deserves. To know how much he is loved, without cowering away from the subject.

“ nah I’m just kiddin’. thanks, I mean it. “

#daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon x reader #twd imagine #the walking dead imagine #daryl x reader

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marimopeace · 3 years

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d. gray-man still fucks me up...

in the best of ways, even after all these years plus breaks on my end as a fan and hoshino's circumstances.

loved all things gothic and fantasy in middle school to escape my life via power-wielding teens (i.e. 07-ghost, pandora hearts, soul eater, karneval, hakkenden, etc.) and d.gray-man was huge for me since i was still in a phase where i was binging all the long anime series i could since it gave my attn span something to latch onto and be immersed in for a good amount of time. tbh i can't tell if my attn span has gotten even shorter considering i usually substitute streaming social media videos over tv nowadays or better since i'm able to better sustain interests in specific niche things?

i switched to consuming content on a more seasonal basis in high school but i became more of a manga reader so at the time i was still on the nose for the rare new d.gray-man chapter. i was so excited for when hallow was announced! i think the hallow promo visuals + posters were some of the last things i shared on my old tumblr blog actually lmao. didn't love hallow as a show but i loved it for what it brought back to me in terms of bringing hoshino's drawings to life via sound + color and seeing ppl turn into fans via gifs in comment sections. that's part of the reason why the furuba reboot meant a lot to me too tbh! always so nice when you can see new and old fans come together to show artists the love they deserve <3

took a break from d.gray-man specifically since the searching for a.w. arc was just a lot for me to take in chapter by chapter since it was hard to keep track of intricate plot details without needing to re-read some chapters for every release and that's not how i enjoy content personally. and i guess from there life just kind of ? came and went? college + growing up in general with new life obligations have changed the way i pursue entertainment aha.

i don't know what switched it on but i ended up spending this past weekend going through everything from scratch! i haven't sat down to marathon 100+ chapters/episodes of anything in a long time since i either keep up with shorter serials now or keep up with things on a monthly basis and wowwww the immersion hit different this time fr XD i swear i felt like a kid again!

but wow going through the entire manga + anime bit by bit from my new position in life really made me appreciate hoshino's storytelling a lot more; it's not so much that the plot of d.gray-man aged well, but that the whole series works together to tell one of the most cohesive stories i've seen for a fantasy shonen (esp with such a young protagonist--allen is the age of a high school sophomore!!!!!! a literal child!!!! someone be on his side kthxJohnny).

when i say i went through bit by bit i MEAN IT i fully had a list of episodes via wikipedia out and i was going through chapter arcs as they were recreated in the old anime series i went in completely XD god i'm crazy.

but it felt so sweet and so wonderful to dive into the adventure head-on.

i'm trying to do the same with the hallow sequel but reading/watching d.gray-man like this is really making me see how rushed it was ^^; it's taking more chapters to get to where each episode of hallow ends and i get why hoshino was so peeved with both shows now to be honest for the out of order details or skipping of content.

i'm also really resonating with hoshino's anger towards TMS for the hallow promo materials and i get why she went as far as to shoot their bank accounts in the foot bc the way i started tearing up during hallow episode 6 with talk of the lotus, flashbacks, and the hand reaching up to the sky....ㅠㅠ #bigoop

kanda shouldn't have been shoved into a yaoi narrative for the sake of money (nor allen esp considering his age) since it completely goes against his character arc and everything he is with alma. i'm getting so fucked up by their past lives' love story and their current again like when i say the tears i'm shedding come from something so old and deep inside of me ㅠㅠ (oh lorde it's so sad!!)

i had to pause my marathon since i spent my monday without wifi bc of a storm in my area and it'll prob be a while until i can finish re-reading/watching until the end of hallow. i'm excited to read new saying goodbye to a.w chapters though! i know it'll definitely be worth waiting these past few years <3 seeing allen's character growth as he matured as a "destroyer who saves" and how he grapples w mana's influence is fascinating and exploring the nitty-gritty of the morality that pervades the Black Order is just! ugh love this kind of worldbuilding with strong characters sm

planning this next content binge will be tricky though since i meant to catch up on the furuba reboot before it ends next week...welp i'll see how this goes ^^;

// time to get to writing this thesis marimo! //

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yunsoh · 3 years

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alrighty season 3 ep 2 thoughts. this post got ridiculously long so the rest is under a read more:

- literally i love every single time we see akito sleeping in this long and empty room. there’s something very encompassing about how empty it is + how the angle emphasizes it, especially when we can clearly see she’s sharing her bed

- shigure and tohru’s moments alone are always soo so sweet. their relationship so far is very much one where there’s a lot of affection between them (which ofc makes one of their biggest scenes together during the final act feel especially hurtful even though it’s a side of shigure we’re well aware of by that point -- it’s just something that tohru up until that point hadn’t witnessed, much less been directly confronted with. but i’m getting ahead of myself lmfao moving on)

- actually related to the above love tohru asking “wouldn’t i just be interrogating him?” and “the things kureno told me make me feel like i’m looking into a deep, dark well” just ahh i do love this background progression of shigure and tohru’s relationship and how it reaches a head when they have their talk about kyo later.

- this is perhaps unintentional but: having this shot of machi noticing yuki + clearly having some new feelings about him overlaid with/directly followed by momiji and tohru, where we still know momiji has an unrequited crush on her. yes it makes me laugh a little but it’s also fitting because at this moment in time yuki does not have a crush on machi in return + sees her only as a friend.

- it’s been mentioned but it bears repeating. why are they not progressing momiji’s height whatsoever lmaooo. funny because yuki and kyo have had gradual changes but they’re really just trying to make this growth spurt reveal super jarring huh. also holy shit he looks TINY next to haru in this shot. next

- the one kid in class asking hana to fuck the priyuki girls up but she’s like “actually i really don’t care” LMAO........ love her

- ugh i really love this moment with yuki.......... i think it’s been a while since we’ve seen the general student population (not just the prince yuki girls) still treat him in a revering way, now also in part because he’s the student council president but definitely still because of his reputation as the prince. this was something that was so deeply ostracizing to him early on in the series, and does still remind him of his loneliness -- but that loneliness isn’t crippling to him anymore, because now he does have friends who like him and who he can have fun with.

i’m going to write a bigger post on this later probably because this is a really important progression point in how yuki understands himself to exist in his school’s ecosystem + how his self-esteem is still developing.

- additionally i just want to say that this scene isn’t yuki suddenly falling for machi, or really something to be read as mutually romantic between them -- machi i think absolutely has a crush on him at this point (because he is. the only person who is actually nice to her and considers her existence aside from kakeru but moving on) but yuki’s perception of her at this moment is heavily tied to how he thinks of himself as a friend + whether he’s a worthy enough person to befriend. the fact that machi shatters those doubts for him in such an overt way is important.

- anyways machi is rly cute here i loooove that she’s comfortable being more expressive around him even though it’s mostly out of embarrassment LMAO...... she’s learning how to display her feelings and trusts him with that..... cute.

- also of note yuki putting his hand on the top of her head which is like... he’s trying to convey that he feels they have (or are starting to have) a trusting friendship with each other but it’s like. a bit too much for machi to handle omfg. honestly this goes in hand with way back when ayame patted yuki’s head in praise which was clearly something yuki didn’t receive much of as a kid, and i’m assuming machi also rarely if ever received that same sort of praise. what i’m saying is they’re both trying lmaoo

- also as usual shimazaki’s deliveries are spot on yuki is soooo fucking cute in this scene. “what? seriously? they’re even worse than the ones i made” he’s so casual and funny with her it’s so good

- okay the timeskip to sunset makes me laugh it makes it seem like tohru and kyo have just been waiting in that room alone for hourssss

- ugh how sexy would it have been if the brief flashback to kureno + the music overlay had been cut out here. like tohru seeing the birds and then turning to ask kyo what he would think if someone’s curse had been broken would have gotten the message across just as well + i think would have been more emotionally impactful.

- tohru’s expression here though is so good just. ugh. will say this point in hers and kyo’s relationship is just so tasty because he really is her most trusted confidant but she’s also so aware of anything that could be construed as him rejecting her or pushing her away, which now that she’s getting especially wrapped up in the family’s secrets...... it’s a thin line she’s walking w wanting to protect him but not wanting to push him away bc he’s resigned to what will happen

- this visual is so weeeeeird aoghjksd the screen being framed by her bangs. what. why

- hmmmm in general idk if the flower scene hit very well. it felt kind of awkward? kyo and tohru both seemed really stiff which is weird because literally just a minute ago they were animated pretty well tbh

- this post is already so long and i only JUST started the akigure part of the ep....... i’m so sorry

- machi and kyo both handing off white flowers to yuki and tohru respectively and then we’re hit with shigure giving akito a red flower instead. obviously because akito is symbolized by red camellias + to refer back to her memory of shigure giving one to her, but also just basic color symbolism -- white being more indicative of purity and new beginnings, red being something both passionate, evocative, dangerous.

- oh we’re back to the kids. it is not in fact akigure time yet.

- i loooove this tohru outfit so much she’s so cute in it. also ig it bears mentioning because i didn’t say anything about it last time, but the reboot hinting more directly to the audience that something bad happened to rin, rather than just her disappearing entirely, is def more overt than in the manga. that short scene of ren intercepting rin in the last ep was chronological yes, but in the manga we don’t see that happen until after we know that akito’s been keeping her in the cat’s room. so just by tohru mentioning that she hasn’t seen or heard from rin in a while, we’re clued in that something bad to her must have happened because of ren. which i don’t think is a bad decision honestly -- since ren is set up as the antagonist for this season, it might make viewers assume that ren did something bad to her, only for it to be revealed that it was akito and that akito is still becoming more and more unhinged. but that also ren is unhinged. disasters.

- “i’m sorry, i’m afraid i do have parents” this rly is just the mid-20s mood isn’t it

- mitsuru fucking hissing at shigure i cannot

- nakamura’s acting during this phone scene is so goooood oh my god. the LOATHING. honestly this alone just makes me crazy abt the insanity that is akito + kureno + shigure like jesus christ.

- kureno’s pitiful little “nii-san” after shigure obliterates his entire life. there we go

- honestly it’s funny how shigure’s expression looks when akito yells at him for sleeping with ren because for a moment it looks like he has NO idea what she’s talking about but then. nope. he fucked her mom.

- do like the little detail of akito pointing as she tells shigure to get out, but when he leaves he just turns in the opposite direction. like truly he has never followed orders to the t once in his life.

- this shot of ren is so fucking absurd oh my god. pls get ur male gaze directing out of here.

- “i... thought you forgot” man the way this is delivered feels really striking. i think because akito is never caught off guard in a way that surprises her in such a quiet way, or in a way that leaves her plainly vulnerable. like her vitriol towards him has to do with the fact that she feels he’s abandoning the bond they used to have (and ofc they bond they have through the curse), and that memory of him does act as a linchpin.

- it’s primo bitchy shigure hours. primo akito meltdown hours.

- this shot is soooo foreboding wow. straight up darkness. tho i kind of wish this shot was used instead for the “i want to crush her to a pulp” line, or at the very least that the shot for that line was just framed differently

- god they’re so fucking awful for each other. purely just a disaster duo. shigure taking control of the conversation + dismissing akito’s meltdown and emotional manipulation leaves akito feeling the only way she can have control over him is through seducing him since no other method works. the convo that has with her accusing him of sleeping with a lot of other women + her not knowing how to handle the fact that he slept with ren, and ofc the convo it has with her misogyny and how she views herself. they have this really vitriolic push and pull for control because akito doesn’t know what to do when she loses any control at all, and shigure’s grasping at what little control he can have considering how their power dynamics work with the bond -- walking away when she’s being manipulative, refusing to coddle her. like shigure’s wish for them to be on an equal playing field without the curse is a pipe dream because their relationship is just so, so damaged as is and is so heavily informed by what has already happened between them. takaya why did you have them end up together for realsies why did you--

- what is with the reboot team making akito break down the walls and doors all the time lmfao. bro the structural damage caused by this little 90lb disaster.

- i think i understand why they took it out (like maybe it would have been too overt with how they’ve set up the audience to expect something bad happened to rin after running into ren) but man they really just didn’t adapt one of the most haunting parts of the series huh. like this shot of rin being trapped inside the cat’s room right beside shigure thinking “i’ll be waiting for you” maaaan man!!

- okay addendum: apparently she is in the room. in hindsight i did notice this but it did not register as a person because i thought it was just a glare on the window 😭

#fruits basket #fruits basket spoilers #holy shit this post is long i'm so sorry LMAO..... i had so much to say

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