Totally understandable the fact that Studio Orange has been developing for two years alone the tech for the facial expressions in Trigun Stampede.
Like. Look at this whole fcking amazing nuanced impressive sequence of Vash's face and how it seamlessly changes from one emotion to another.
He is blurry, because the scene was focused on Knives, so I didn't really notice at first, but the moment I put my eyes on Vash, I couldn't look away.
The range of emotions the animation was able to convey? The darn impressive micro-expressions? The small lip trembling before he starts to cry? How the tears are escaping his eyes against his will? The anger, frustration and sadness at the same time, in a few seconds?
My heart breaks for this whole scene.
/ sobbing crying rolling on the floor screaming /
Studio Orange, I'm all yours.
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One Up (Homelander x Reader)
A scene that has been rattling in my brain that I needed to get out. [Ao3 link]
Homelander catches you calling him your boyfriend | Homelander x reader, gender neutral reader. No warnings beyond Homelander being Homelander and language.
"Well- Homelander and I are dating." You snap out, not even knowing why you said it in the first place. All you know is that you wanted to one-up that stick-up-his-ass HR brat bragging about banging a D-list supe.
"We're going to go-", You pause because the amusingly shocked faces within the cluster of your co-workers morph into various levels of fear and unease. You sense him before he speaks; prey tensing up as a predator draws close.
"Well- Homelander and I are dating." You snap out, not even knowing why you said it in the first place. All you know is that you wanted to one-up that stick-up-his-ass HR brat bragging about banging a D-list supe.
"We're going to go-", You pause because the amusingly shocked faces within the cluster of your co-workers morph into various levels of fear and unease. You sense him before he speaks; prey tensing up as a predator draws close.
"Hey sweetheart," He purrs the words close to your ear as Homelander leans in from behind you. "What are ya gossiping about?" He heard you and your false claim. Of course, he fucking heard you.
"I- Oh." Instantly, color blooms over your face as you turn your head enough to glance at him. He's painfully close, the heat of Homelander palpable against your cheek. Turn your head a little more and you could kiss him.
You'd never dare. Your words have been damning enough.
"N-nothing, babe." You stammer out, tugging a smile into place as your heart jackhammers within your chest.
Homelander settles a hand on the back of your neck with a soft creak sounding from the leather his gloves are made out of. The action is possessive; which sends a thrill straight down your spine. The sort of thrill one gets when the roller coaster harness feels a little too loose to be safe.
One finger slides up and circles the skin of your neck briefly as your breath catches in the back of your throat.
You snap your gaze forward back to your co-workers who hang about in stunned silence. With Homelander backing you up, the skepticism is bleeding away before your eyes.
Nancy from IT breaks the silence, "I didn't realize you two were a couple!" She presses on, voice cheerful. "I can't wait to hear how that happened."
"It's a funny story," Homelander interjects, voice smooth and dripping with his camera-ready charm. The sort that hides his fangs. "Maybe we'll share it sometime."
Homelander's hold tightens, fingers digging in with a grip that could pop your head right off your shoulders. The threat is clear. Comply or else. The laugh Homelander releases is in stark contrast, jovial and warm with a flash of those white white teeth at your co-workers.
Your co-workers laugh along automatically because everyone in the office knows to appease this erratic supe, or else they end up another mistake for Vought to sweep under the rug.
"Alright," Homelander clips out as he abruptly drops his hold from your neck.
"Don't forget our plans for tonight, babe." With a wink in your direction and another fanged smile at your coworkers, Homelander sweeps away.
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the fact that the majority of the jason todd hate is the fault of one man
jim starlin hated robin as a concept, actively ignored the editor, denny o'neil, when he repeatedly asked him to include robin, when he did include jason, he wrote him as a disobedient and arrogant asshole
people didn't like him before, but that was a relatively small group who were mad he replaced dick. starlin changed that and made people despise him so he could rid batman of a robin
if you had any doubts, here's it in his own words:
"I always thought Robin was a ridiculous character. The whole idea of fighting crime while you're wearing the black and gray and hiding in the shadows, then having a teenager go out to fight criminals with you, dressed in primary colors- for me, that went beyond child endangerment to child abuse.
As a result, I was always trying to avoid using Jason Todd. If you look at my standalone Batman stories, he was not in any of my early ones. I knew that he wasn't a popular character, and I didn't know anything else about him. Jason Todd wasn't anybody I was looking to write, or had any interest in whatsoever."
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something about jack harkness's growth, from being absolutely prepared to die to becoming unexpectedly immortal, to outliving everyone he knew, to playing with life and death like little dolls, to finally coming to respect death when it took the man he loved
just jack, understanding so completely that his immortality might keep him alive indefinitely, but also that it is a curse that he wouldn't wish upon anyone no matter how lonely he gets, only wanting more time to say goodbye to ianto and still not getting enough at the house of the dead. jack coming to accept ianto's death and letting himself grieve and move on, and fighting on behalf of ianto's right to stay dead and not be dragged back when torchwood really wanted to
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I don't know if someone else has thought of this before but it just came to me and it's really fucking me up.
The idea of someone being turned into some sort of monster/creature that has a reputation for being uncontrollably violent and being scared they're going to hurt someone they care about, but their lover is absolutely certain that they won't.
And the person just asks, in the most desperately strained voice, "How do you know?"
Their lover, instead of answering, reaches down, grabs their hand, and sets it against their exposed throat, telling them that if they're truly so convinced that they're going to hurt them, then do it.
And the character pulling away, so horrified by even the thought of causing them harm, and the lover just smiling, because their point has been proven.
Just the vulnerability... the trust in this person who could so easily do them harm and willingly placing their life in their hands with faith that they will be kind.
Bonus points if the lover is a character whose had issues trusting people in the past.
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