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kyouka-supremacy · 2 years

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please talk more about chuuaku

Brain empty no thoughts only chuuaku. It's so good!!! It's hard to pin down one reason why I like them, but I'm just... Very attracted by how realistic the ship feels. Allow me to elaborate: they're very different. They're not different as in “we perfectly complement each other”, they're not different in “we're opposite but we're actually the same and no one gets you like I do”. They're just different. They do NOT understand each other. They have different backgrounds and different experiences and different personalities. They didn't hate each other on sight, for a while they just kind of existed in the same environment. And that's so appealing for me!! It's so good because that's... Something that actually happens. That's part of their charm for me, because people in real life don't really come in perfect sets of oddly specific complimentary designs or 21 cm of height difference or suspiciously resembling mythical enemy creatures from eastern mythology; but people do happen to work at the same work place, maybe to start hanging out more, maybe to start falling for each other. I just find it very sweet! About that, I really like the aspect that since they don't understand reach other, there's the compelling necessity to getting to know each other. I feel like that isn't something that's there with s/kk and ss/kk: with those pairs it's usually this weird mix of hate at first sight and understanding each other like no one else does. With chuuaku, Akutagawa and Chuuya are just different: that means for them there needs to be an actual, mutual effort to understand the other. I like to think about them eventually going through a phase of the kind “I realize this person isn't what I initially thought of them. As it turns out, the idea I had of them was so far from reality, I could as well have never known them at all. Suddenly, for reasons I can't explain, I feel like I want to get to know them”; and it's SO compelling. The growing closer!! The growing together. Like where the other ships are just pushing each other's buttons all the time and usually bringing out the worst out of each other, I feel like Akutagawa and Chuuya could really bring the best out of each other. It's not the constant angst of getting together and breaking up s/kk have going on (which I understand has its own appeal!), but sometimes it's nice when a person can unequivocally be your safe place, you know? Instead of constant mistrust and doubt and fear of being left, just. a person you can fully trust they will always have your back. Having found each other in a world that has made both of them suffer so much so long, and being happy together? Finding happiness together? Idk, I just find it really sweet. At this point, I'm pretty much the “what your favorite x ship says about you” girl going “You just want the best for Akutagawa and Chuuya, and really, who doesn't?”, but isn't that true?? They deserve each other, they deserve a break after everything the world threw at them.

But then again, it's not just a matter of what I want for them, I truly believe they're compatible! Just not in the “soulmates perfectly crafted to be together” way, but in a more realistic way, which again is arguably even more appealing? It's the “Soulmates aren't found, they're made. People meet, they get a good feeling, and then they get to work building a relationship” thing. I like the graduality of the whole thing. I like the falling in love slowly and unintentionally. In my headcanon, Akutagawa and Chuuya weren't in good terms for a very long time, up to at least when Dazai left. I like to think they didn't know each other past their own reputations - I doubt they had many occasions to interact - and just kinda vaguely disliked each other: on Akutagawa's end lied a slightly stronger dislike, given he most definitely didn't like Chuuya as someone who constantly insulted and disrespected Dazai-san and someone Dazai himself wasn't in appearance very fond of (to be fair, there's probably quite a few things in the world 16 or something y/o Akutagawa didn't deeply hate or was angry at) (also, now that I think about it, young Akutagawa was probably jealous of how close Dazai and Chuuya were, as well as of Chuuya being Dazai's partner). On Chuuya's side, I can imagine him not really disliking Akutagawa, but probably being sorta pissed at him for how frequently he made a mess in his missions, his whole kill-kill main-maim attitude, plus lowkey disapproving the whole Dazai idolization thing. Meaning there's so much space for growth starting from there, and that's so appealing, especially after Dazai left the pm! They probably both felt lost and betrayed for their own reasons at that point, and if I don't think they mourned together in the immediate aftermath (though the concept is sweet on its own), I think that has the potential of having brought the two of them closer. Like *this* is the first time when, unexpectedly, they suddenly started understanding each other; because they were going through the same pain. In a way or the other, Dazai was a very close person to both of them who also hurt them beyond words; the moment he left, they were to each other the only person that could understand what they were going through.

But there's potential even besides that tbh? I just want... Akutagawa and Chuuya who are changed and matured some time after Dazai left, and happen to spend time with each other because of a mission or something (will probably get more chances to work together after Akutagawa was promoted. Idk. indulge me on this), and both realizing they're actually so different from the idealized version they had made of each other. And that actually the other isn't so bad after all. And that actually spending more time with them would be nice. And that actually they would like to learn more about the other. I come back to the very initial point, everything about them has the potential to have such a natural and realistic development (as much as a bsd ship can be natural and realistic), and sorry for being a basic broke 21 y/o student but tbh there's literally nothing more romantic than having a stable job and falling in love on the work place with someone who also has a stable job and having no financial trouble and also coming home to the person you love like. Idk about you but that's literally the dream, don't you ever want a break from the endless s/kk angst or ss/kk being a literal tragedy?

And besides everything, their personalities truly DO feel compatible to me!! And really it's not the “we're so compatible we keep clashing with each other”, it's the “we actually work well together”. I'm thinking about Chuuya doing most of the speaking and Akutagawa being a good listener even if he doesn't talk a lot. Chuuya actually enjoying Akutagawa's silent company: Chuuya liking how, compared to most people he interacts with at the pm, Akutagawa's not really afraid to speak his mind, and the few times he talks he WILL be blunt; Chuuya cherishes that. I'm thinking about Akutagawa learning to love and to be loved through Chuuya. I'm thinking about them being the only safe place for each other, this stable island in a world that has hurt them so much they know won't betray them. I'm thinking about them talking about pm matters at home and having this loving and domestic life both of them oh so deserve. I'm thinking about their eyes imperceptibly lighting up and their respective days being made whenever they stumble across each other at work. I'm thinking about THEM

(Side note, but I need domestic chuuaku with Akutagawa complaining about Atsushi– you know, the usual “I hate that Jinko so much, he's so incredibly stupid and unbelievably hypocrite, annoying and weak”, the usual Akutagawa being unable to stop talking about Atsushi 24/7 EXCEPT THIS TIME HE'S ACTUALLY HONEST and not tsunderely complaining about him like he would realistically do in every other universe. A weird universe where Akutagawa is GENUINELY pissed at Atsushi and it's not... Really hate anymore and more of huge annoyance towards this dude you keep having to work with. Akutagawa complaining to Chuuya over dinner in the lines of “Dazai paired me up again with Jinko” “What a bitch” because no more existential dread, THAT'S the kind of light-hearted daily issues I want them both to have.)

And like for chuuaku to exist automatically implies such a big character development for Akutagawa one can't help but love!! Like all Akutagawa ships are inherently beautiful and perfect for their added value of bring to the picture Akutagawa, the most cruel and ruthles and especially emotionless character, being able to feel love. It's just a bonus win from the start lmao. But I feel chuuaku additionally must involve an Akutagawa who's grown and healed past his several mentor complexes which is... A lot, and it's very heartwarming? Akutagawa dating Chuuya, who is superior to him in hierarchy and most likely in fight power, but doing so peacefully because he's long let go of his fixations over demonstrations of power / his perception of power being an indicator of your value as a human being. AND and also Akutagawa dating his ex-mentor's most despised person, letting go of his obsession with Dazai and belief that Dazai is infallible and never wrong: in a way, Akutagawa finally and resolutelly disowning Dazai as his mentor– and without replacing him with a new one, because he doesn't need to be guided anymore, because he's master of his own fate!! Overall Akutagawa becoming a calmer, more loving, more mature person. Good for him. That's also why I can see them getting together only after some time– because the ship speaks of a big growth in their characters, a growth they can go through together, and that is undeniably fun to explore. It would also be nice if Chuuya fell first and Akutagawa second, for a change. I mean, Chuuya seems at least a little more conscious of his own feelings, while Akutagawa definitely took years, years, to get over his twisted feelings for Dazai. And Chuuya's feelings for Dazai are just as complex as Akutagawa's, but seriously I think part of him must have been happy to finally let Dazai go, even if that hurt; because Dazai definitely hurt Chuuya a lot, but I feel like at least Chuuya was more conscious about how much it damaged him compared to Akutagawa. And that's such a juicy aspect, navigating through their own feelings for Dazai alone and together.

But seriously most of everything it's the whole feeling of being SAFE of the ship. I think I use that word a lot when talking about chuuaku, but it's literally all it's about for me. It's knowing you can rely on someone. It's knowing there's someone who will always protect you (I mean, they're two of the most powerful pm operatives, they're bound to feel safe with each other). But it's also the knowing the other would never betray them like they've been betrayed in the past!! There's this specific certainty to this ship that the other person would never abandon them I feel other ships (s/kk and ss/kk) could hardly have, and it's so unspeakably nice. I want them both to feel protect and safe, and it's the kind of final happiness and domesticity only them can give each other. And it's GREAT.

Tl; dr: Chuuaku has so much to offer and it's so different compared to the classic s/kk / ss/kk dynamics and although I get it's not everyone's cup of tea it is MY cup of tea and I WILL proceed to stan them untill I die.

#Aaaaand post every time I reread this I add a new paragraph it literally became unmanageable #The fun part is. I could talk about them more #Like there's a whole Chuuya paragraph I had to cut simply because I didn't know where to insert it #I know this ask is old thank you for your patience Op!!! It was a very stressful week *runs away crying*#chūya nakahara #ryūnosuke akutagawa #chuuaku #Tbh as I finished reading this I realized the ship not being popular may not have much to do with the ship itself–#but may be more on the fact that they have no canon interactions?#Although it's hard to tell‚ maybe people just like angst and enemies to lovers more.#Besides although there's no canon interaction... Official anime keeps chuuaku fans really fed uh.#The picnic one is absolutely blessed like it's seriously adorable instant melting every time I look at him.#The one with Chuuya giving HIS MOST PRECIOUS THING (his hat) to Akutagawa. The one one picture we have of Akutagawa smiling in promo art #(and arguably the only picture of him in the anime art style smiling EVER if we outlaw creepy fight grins)#being of him looking at Chuuya wtf??????#bsd #bungou stray dogs #people asks me stuff #BESIDES THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK IT KEPT ME BUSY THE WHOLE WEEK BUT I LOVED IT #mine #I occasionally brought up s/kk and ss/kk in this but it wasn't really to say chuuaku is better but rather to underline in what–#it's different compared to the other ships. It's literally just a matter of tastes and all of them ships are good!#I mean I think it goes without saying I like ss/kk ahah #Wow I sure really like words and using words and putting letters together to express thoughts

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dragon-spaghetti · 2 years

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*Sighs and gives into the temptation to draw the faves as cats*

(Some of these, most notably heatwave's, are v much inspired by the designs by @robocatfan !! Go check em out!!)

#drag's art #maccadam #rescue cats au #transformers rescue bots #rescue bots #transformers heatwave #transformers blades #transformers chase #transformers boulder #tfrb heatwave #tfrb blades #tfrb chase #tfrb boulder #(op if you want me to take this down just lmk your designs just gave me the need to draw my own versions 😭)#(also odd-eyed heatwave is adorable I'm. cryin I can't picture him without them now omg)#using a new brush for this sketchier style ;-; think I like it!!#lmao it singlehandedly brought back my art motivation so-

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princeoftheeternalbog · 3 months

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Op characters with a clingy/handsy drunk? let's go

suggestive in Sanjis, Luffy, Brooks, DEFINITELY in Namis and Frankys and maybe Usopps? Mostly vague stuff, on that note would you guys actually be interested in like nsfw stuff? I know I'm really toeing the line here and i have drafts but I'm nervous to post😭.

Feel like this could be ooc in some places but who cares��(me :()

Luffy

Giggles a lot, he finds it so cute and it really makes him feel warm in his chest. He can't get enough of you to be honest. Like this man loves physical touch but be warned he will think it's a sudden new level in your 'friendship'(read:in love with each other) and start acting that affectionate all the time. Willing to carry you around and also wrap himself around you so you can walk with him just there, yes this includes to the bathroom-

Zoro

Adores it. I think he actually loves affection and physical touch but just doesn't say it because he thinks it's obvious (it's not). So when you come up to him, wobbly and on your 6th drink, and just practically throw yourself into his arms hes just like :/). Makes sure you stay nice and close to him because he doesn't want you clinging to anyone else, and he always makes sure you drink water before bed even if bed involves falling asleep on top of him.

Sanji

Makes him nervous to be honest. Usually he's the forward one in the relationship but here you are untucking his shirt just to shove your hands up it. He absolutely will shriek if its in front of other people, and he's trying to wrangle your grabby hands but he really enjoys it so his resolve is so weak. Tries to satiate you by being affectionate back but it just makes you worse and he ends up taking you to a more private area so he at least doesn't have to blush in front of others.

Nami

She thinks it's so cute. Let's you do whatever you want as long as the people around you are comfortable and you've said it's fine(when sober ofc), but she doesn't really care about people seeing until you start trying to either get undressed or undress her and then she takes you to a private space because she's ever so slightly possessive. Listen for a girl who didn't have much, you add a lot of value to her life and she wants to treasure you properly, she doesn't trust anyone else to appreciate you the way you deserve.

Usopp

Surprisingly confident. You come up to him with this big dreamy smile and you're practically falling over yourself so he just- scoops you up. Front piggyback style yk, he's got one arm under your ass supporting your weight and the other one is holding his drink, listen this mf is strong okay you think a man who can build a boat isn't strong? Fool. He just lets you do what you want to be honest, one of your hands is tucked in his back pocket, the other is trying and failing to undo his overalls and he's just like "You okay honey?".

Robin

She's flustered. She's not that used to physical affection so it makes her really giggly and blushy, though she's still quite confident in her words and actions, she's fr twirling her hair around her finger. She has quite a high tolerance for alcohol but she actually gets a bit similar when she's drunk, she's more reserved of course but she just melts into you like butter on a hot pan. The crew always take so many pictures because they think it's so cute, literally every celebration you two just end up cuddling and then it sorta turns into a big cuddle pile with the crew because seeing her relax gets them emotional.

Franky

Oh baby you are looking in a mirror. He is just as bad if not worse- when he gets drunk he is a massive flirt and a massive tease. He's so giving in relationships and usually you don't have to ask twice but being drunk will mean he wants you to practically beg for a kiss. Half because he thinks it's funny and half because he's a horny bastard- Though if you get upset then he immediately drops the teasing, even when drunk he's so considerate of your feelings and your boundaries.

Brook

Doesn't mind at all but prefers to be in private when you're like this.

Quick headcannon that his bones are more sensitive than skin because there's less external protection-

Lets just say one time you touched a sensitive area in public and he will never get over the reaction he had or the fact that other people saw it. So you go to room jail as soon as you start trying to practically crawl inside his clothes to be as close as possible. He's not mad though, he giggles the entire way, he's just very shy about his interests.

Jinbei

Flustered as hell but makes him feel really secure in your relationship. Also, he lowkey loves being able to bring it up to tease you later, like he pulls an uno reverse when you're sober and you're just like omg omg omg- He's a sneaky guy fr, does so many unexpected things in a relationship. Don't get me wrong though he'd never let you do anything inappropriate, even when drunk he's very aware of boundaries and social etiquette so if he notices you getting a bit grabby then he takes you somewhere private for both your benefit and the people around you.

Sabo

Oh baby. This man is feral don't even start. The first time he experiences it, it's actually really unexpected, it's quite early in your relationship so you havent been too affectionate yet, but you come up to him and just sit down. On him. And you can practically see his brain melting out of his ears, his face goes so red you think he's going to pass out but the second you stand up, drunk and lowkey sad, he snatches you back down. You wanted to sit there, you are going to sit there now you have no choice. (You do but would you want to get up?)

Ace

Menace. Cannot even state how much of a menace. He's so physically affectionate that it usually flusters even the most confident people, and this is while sober, so if you start getting clingy when drunk he just becomes obsessed. But he absolutely hates it if you're like that with other people so once you start getting to that stage then he's whisking you away to your shared room, usually you stick to him like glue anyways but the crew love to wind him up by coaxing you away from him with food and funny stories.

#mdni #one piece x reader #luffy x reader #nami x reader #nico robin x reader #sanji x reader #zoro x reader #franky x reader #brook x reader #jinbei x reader #jinbe x reader #usopp x reader #sabo x reader #portagas d. ace x reader #one piece fics #one piece x gn reader

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bruciemilf · 2 months

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ope don't mind me i'm just gonna-- *sets this down next to your constantine post*

The batkids have all fallen in line like Thomas is their superior officer and they've all basically decided Dick is getting thrown on the pyre (because cop) when Jason slowly raises his hand like he's back in school.

Jason, who lives for chaos, putting on the Sad Orphan Eyes that Dick taught all of them how to do, saying "Abuelo, you know I died? The clown who killed me is still alive."

All the other kids jump in with "oh he's right nonno" etc etc "don't worry bambini your nonno will take care of it" etc etc

(and while Thomas and Martha aren't exactly thrilled Jason is a crime lord, he's so much better at it than fucking Carmine. So the boy is ambitious! There are worse things to be. Thomas then slips Jason a fiver when Bruce isn't looking like grandparents do)

((also also the kids calling martha and thomas grandma/grandpa in whatever other language they grew up speaking))

just thinking that thomas highkey loves being a grandparent. absolutely considers it a promotion. softest pushover of a man but also the scary dog privilege for all of his grandchildren

NONNO THATS SO ADORABLE IM GONNA CRY— ok. But you know what? Pepa and Felix from Encanto dynamic between Martha, Thomas and Alfred.

Alfred trying to tell their grandkids about the epic love story between them, and Thomas keeps on interjecting with wildly inaccurate information (he wants Damian to find him as cool as possible)

Martha, with moscow in her voice, “You’re telling the story or is he?”

“I’m sorry amore go on ^^”

Bruce gags in the background like the world’s firstborn hypocrite.

But also, southern Thomas Wayne,,, wears the fringe styled boots with gemstones on them and sparkly jacket and talks like a honey pie, but has a glare that can silence a whole table if needed be.

He’s extremely sad about Destiny’s Child breaking up, (Dick had to deliver the news, which was a whole other experience) but BEYONCÉ HAS A COUNTRY ALBUM YOU SAY?? Sign him the FUCK up.

Bruce, under his breath: no one listens to country,,,

Thomas: oh shut i. You know, your mama and I made YOU on the dinner table with Love is a Butterfly playing in the background—-

Jason: rapidly spits his food out

#dc #dc comics #text #bruce wayne #thomas wayne #alfred pennyworth #pennywaynes #batkids #jason todd #dick grayson #batfamily #text post #batman

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goldenamaranthe-blog · 10 days

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Baby Pictures: Hazbin Hotel

Lucifer: Alright, everyone! Gather 'round! (Reaches into his inner coat pocket and pulls out a stack of various styles of pictures) I GOT BABY PICTURES!!!

Charlie: DAD!!!! NO!!!! NOT MY BABY PICTURES!!!

Lucifer: I only have a couple of you in here, Char-Char. The rest are baby pictures of everyone else!

Angel: WHAT?!?!?! You're lyin'! Lemme see! (Swipes an offered photograph from Lucifer and barks with laughter) Holy Shit!!! This is me and my sister Molly at our cousin, Vinny's, confirmation as little tykes!

Charlie: Let me see! Let me see! (Looks over Angel's shoulder and sees two little brunette 18 month Olds wearing all white and looking almost the same. The o lying difference is one has shorter hair while the other has long curls) AWWWWWWW!!!!

Lucifer: Husk? Want yours? It's sepia toned, but still distinguishable.

Husk: Burn that shit....

Lucifer: (holds up the old photograph and frowns) Are you sure? There's a nice lady holding you-

Husk: (swipes the picture and tucks it under his hat) Gimme that!.... Asshole bringing my mother into this....

Lucifer: Alastor, here, you and your weirdness... (flicks the picture of Alastor to him)

Alastor: (Catches and looks at the photo with a sentimental smile) Awww, I was adorable.

Charlie: (watches as Lucifer passes baby/family photos to the rest of the hotel inhabitants, but skipping over Vaggie) Uh.... Dad?

Lucifer: Yes, sweetie?!

Charlie: Do.... you have a picture of Vaggie?

Lucifer: Hmmm.... (flips through the few he has left in his hands) No. No Maggie in here, sweetie. I'm sorry.

Vaggie: Babe, don't worry about it. Really. I don't remember anything outside of Heaven. It wouldn't make any difference-

Lucifer: OPE!!! I LIED!!! (Digs deeper into his picket and pulls out a baby Vaggie picture) I thought I had one in here! Here ya go, kiddo!

Charlie: (takes the picture gingerly and stares in wonder at the image of a little, light brown, straight haired baby with tanned skin, sleeping in a diaper and t-shirt while sucking her thumb) ...............

Vaggie: Charlie? (Looks over Charlie's shoulder) Woof.... that's one ugly little bitch....

Charlie: (grabs Vaggie's shoulders and presses their noses together) DON'T SAY THAT!!!! THIS - (holds up the picture) -IS THE CUTEST BABY I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE!!!!

Vaggie: (leaning away) Okay, hun. I'm sorry.

Charlie: We're making one!

Vaggie: ....Excuse you?

Charlie: (dragging Vaggie over to Lucifer, Digs around in her dad's inner pocket, and pulls out the baby potion before pulling Vaggie towards the stairs to their bedroom) YOU HEARD ME!!!!

Vaggie: (dragging her feet) Babe! Can we talk about this first?!

Lucifer: Atta Girl, Charlie!!!

#hazbin hotel #incorrect quotes #hazbin incorrect quotes #lucifer #alastor #angel #husk #chaggie #charlie #vaggie #baby pictures #the baby potion makes a reappearance #I'm pretending Vaggie was human before an exorcist here

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colourstreakgryffin · 8 months

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Can I order a Hashira! Reader X yan! uppermoons 1, 2 and 3? (Separate)

Reader is pretty short and seems like a weak hashira but nuh uh, don't judge a book by its cover. THEY CAN BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF MUZAN UNTIL HE HAS A NEW FEAR WHICH IS THEM (in short, they are stronger than Muzan himself but won't kill Muzan yet because they wanna do it with other fellow hashiras, no they are not a reincarnation of Yoriichi.) (I'm in love with OP readers BARK BARK BORK BARK BARK😍😍)

I love seeing muzan being a coward and having PTSD attacks😇🙏

Okay, so we’re Yoriichi once again. He does deserve the love so it makes sense, ima just pretend we are Yoriichi. Also Muzan does deserve some beatings so let’s go along with this

Kokushibo

Kokushibo feels the anarchy drop before him with his jaw, when he first meets you. You look helpless, unable to lift up a sword but you can easily square up with Muzan. He should be afraid but he isn’t, he is interested

Kokushibo is obsessed with seeing you after you beat the living hell into his Lord. He wants to learn more about you and his mind rots with that need. He doesn’t care to walk around the morning to find you again

Kokushibo loves admiring all kinds of random parts of you, alongside his passionate love. Your hobbies, your habits, your height, your patterns and schedules. He knows all of it down to the core and stalks you at night to see them again

Douma

Douma cannot believe a mere human can lay hands on Muzan, ever since the longtime threat Yoriichi was disposed off. Douma almost wants to congratulate you, he is very impressed by you and your skills, despite how useless your tiny body looks

Douma eventually grows so insane for you, that doing literally anything is a challenge for him. He can’t stand being away from you, you’ve taken his heart away when you slapped the oblivion out of his Lord. What does he have to do to get you?!

Douma leaves gifts at your doorstep every morning and every night, on repeat. The style he expresses his horrific affection for you is to spoil you rotten, he can easily get this gifts and he doesn’t care to brave the woods for you. He blindly believes that he is winning you over with each gift

Akaza

Akaza is beyond shocked, his world breaks when he witnesses the smackdown of the year, dealt by a scrawny petite Hashira to the actual King of Demons and how effortlessly you did it, he is both shocked and impressed, what a incredible human! He thinks and thinks for days, if not months

Akaza originally just wanted to train to be able to beat you, you become his rival but then that temporary rivalry turns into a soul-devouring adoration. Turning his views and last ounce of morality into mush, he needs you and he needs you so bad

Akaza doesn’t understand why you want to kill Muzan with your stupid fellow Hashira. Why are you wasting your care on them, they are below you and he is, to a extend, but he doesn’t care. He will be near you as much as he possibly can, rather you be asleep or not

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bonesblubs · 1 year

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Hello I'm really just some random person who's been following you for a while. But I wanted to drop this message just to say how much I adore your art style and coloring and absolutely everything.

Tbh Im always just happy to see your art on my dash, but idk something about your tgcf art *COUGH fengqing COUGH* just brings such a smile to me every time

Yes that's all please do have an amazing day

Here is ‘just some random’ sketch of FXMQ at an airport for u then OP!!!! <3

#ask box #art tag #tgcf #fengqing #tumblr users r simultaneously just some random person but also fully realized individuals all with separate lives and isn’t that something

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slashertrash · 6 months

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Hello! I dunno if your requests are open but can I get Bubba, Jason, Freddy and Micheal with a soft, short, female S/O who carrys around a small teddy bear everywhere? Thank you!

Sure thing, hun! Hope you like it! 💖

Bubba

Bubba finds you to be the cutest thing he’s ever seen! So small, so kind and so adorable! Just like a real life doll!

He squeals in delight whenever he sees you carry around your teddy bear. He even tries to make it a friend out of cloth and other materials laying around the house or farm.

He keeps an eye out for your teddy bear for you and gets worried that it might get dirtied up, he ends up cleaning it if that ever happens.

Bubba makes sure his brothers don't mess with you or your fuzzy friend. <3

Jason

Jason thinks it's real sweet that you still hold on to your old stuffed toys. He might have some laying about the cabin as well.

Pamela couldn't let go of any of his old belongings. So there might be some of Jason's kids toys still intact.

He might let you touch or play with them...Only if you're really careful, they hold a lot of sentimental value to him.

Overall thinks you're a real sweetheart, he loves that you're still in touch with your inner child and find joy in the little things in life.

Also finds your height difference cute, he loves picking you up bridal style around the cabin.

Freddy

Freddy here likes to tease and make fun of how "childish" you are for carrying around a teddy bear.

Would probably take it from your hands and try to get you to get it back by chasing him around. Now who's being childish....and kind've a jerk

You don't know why he's so bent on annoying you with your teddy bear. You're starting to suspect that he's jealous of it.

He's not! How idiotic would that be! ...ok maybe just a lil'

Freddy also likes to tease you about your height.

He gives you nicknames like: Shorty, Shortstack, Doll, Mouse, Tiny, Cupcake, and many many more small related things. Each day he comes up with a new one.

Michael

Michael likes your small stature, he loves throwing you over his shoulder with such ease. He enjoys having such power over you.

He finds your soft and caring personality to be...comforting? In his own mysterious way.

Michael has seen you carry around your teddy bear wherever you go. He doesn't think he's ever seen you without it. He's a bit curious as to why.

Doesn't understand the infatuation you might have with it. It's just a dumb stuffed toy, he thinks to himself. He might get the urge to stab into it and rip it into pieces, but ops to hide it from your view.

He's definitely jealous of it. Why not give him all the attention you're giving to your teddy bear?

After searching the entire house, and panicking trying to find your teddy bear, he ends up just leaving it at your bed without you noticing.

That night he goes out and doesn't come back 'till later in the afternoon of the next day.

When you finally notice him in your house, he's holding a bloodied up stuffed rabbit, and hands it to you. Maybe it's his way of saying sorry, for making you worry so much over your teddy.

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Winter 2024 anime, Pt. 2: Mixed reactions, the bench, and the gems

hey y'all, this is also up on my ko-fi! it's free to read both here and there, but i'm struggling financially rn so i could appreciate if you'd throw a few bucks my way if you liked it! part 1 can be found here.

And we're back for part 2! Here's all the new stuff I finished this season, and one more I'll get back to later. As with before, these are sorted alphabetically within each category and are not ranked as of yet.

Also as before, the OP for each series is linked in the title. Check them all out if the header images aren't giving you the right feel for each show, but also check them out because most of them were actually pretty damn good this season.

[Solo Leveling OP voice] LET'S GET IT!

Mixed Bags:

Hokkaido Gals Are Super Adorable!

Your standard, quasi-harem “easily flustered Regular Guy wins over hot girls just by being really nice” shonen romcom. I really don’t have much to say about this one other than if you’ve seen My Dress-Up Darling, you’ve basically seen this already. The only thing that really sets it apart is the setting.

Tsubasa (voiced by Nobunaga Shimazaki, in a FAR cry from his turn as Mahito in Jujutsu Kaisen) is a straight-laced Tokyoite whose family situation lands him in a small city in the frozen boonies of Hokkaido. While looking for the bus to his new house, he runs into a gyaru in the snowy wild, the underdressed, hilariously-proportioned Minami, and they hit it off. It turns out they go to the same school, there are other cute girls there who take a shine to him as well, it’s nothing new.

I ultimately don’t have much to say about Hokkaido Gals, but I do have a soft spot for series like this, and after reading ahead in the manga I felt obligated to see it through. This is all junk food, but it’s all stuff you’ve seen done better in other series. I also have a soft spot for gyaru in anime and manga, and while I do like Minami just fine, she isn’t Marin Kitagawa or Rumiko Manbagi. I don’t really have it in me to recommend this show to many, though, at least not until another season rolls around, if that ever happens. The manga genuinely does get a lot better as it goes on, but the really worthwhile stuff may not happen until a third season, and I just don’t see that happening.

The manga has issues that the anime isn’t willing or able to solve, chief of which being the visuals. The art style of the manga is wildly inconsistent, and getting a mediocre animation team on this didn’t help matters at all. While the colors often pop nicely against the pretty, snowy backdrops, nobody looks all that great overall. The characters are recognizable, but they just plain don’t look great a lot of the time, nor do they look consistent from one cut to the next; I said that Minami’s proportions are hilarious, but just as hilarious is how wildly they vacillate from one scene to the next for the sake of trying to titillate the viewer.

My biggest takeaway from both the manga and anime was everything I learned about Hokkaido in the process, and if the series is taking subsidies from the island’s tourism bureau, then it’s a job well done. I want some goddamn jingisukan now. The OP is a great time, though. I’m shocked it took over a decade for us to get a proper “Uptown Funk” knockoff in an anime.

Metallic Rouge

I’ll be upfront in saying that this was my biggest disappointment of the season by far. This show had so much going for it, and what we got was… ugh.

There was an unbelievable amount of promise from the outset: This was Studio Bones’ commemorative 25th anniversary production, and coming from the studio that gave us all-timer adaptations like Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood and Mob Psycho 100, not to mention later works from Cowboy Bebop creator Shinichiro Watanabe (including the Cowboy Bebop movie), you can’t fault anyone for having high expectations. It looked to be a fitting production as well: Watanabe’s influence shines through immediately in the gorgeous, lived-in cyberpunk off-world locales and racially diverse cast. Action takes the form of dope robo-tokusatsu transformation fisticuffs, and it’s entirely in 2D animation to boot. The first couple of episodes were killer, too; everything looked and sounded amazing, and there were just enough plot threads teased out that I just had to see how they’d unravel.

It brings me no joy, then, to say that Metallic Rouge collapses into a jumbled mess. I don’t even want to bother talking about what happens in the show because I don’t fucking care anymore. There are few media experiences more sobering than to have it dawn on you over a span of several weeks that “oh… this isn’t actually all that good, is it?” Episode after episode piles on with sloppy lore, weak worldbuilding, warring factions whose names you immediately forget, pointless double-crosses, and the most predictable twist you’ve ever seen. For a while I was willing to accept the fact that I didn’t know what was going on half the time and expected things to become clearer, but now I’m not entirely sure the writers knew either. The stakes apparently kept rising and everything just kept getting more claustrophobic. I’m glad it’s over, if only because if I had to hear “Clair de Lune” one more fucking time, I was going to go ballistic.

There are several attempts at emotional beats, as the story is rife with tragedy and sacrifice, and every single one lands with a wet thud. Nobody gets enough time, motivation, or characterization for any of these things to feel like they actually matter, and that’s especially a shame because the finale might have been able to stick the landing if the previous episodes were less dense and better paced. Emphasis on “almost,” though, because just before the season ends, we get the absolute most pointless fakeout I’ve seen since The Rise of Skywalker, which is the lowest point of comparison you can make for any work of sci-fi.

This is especially frustrating because on paper, there is so much to like here. Rouge and Naomi are likable-enough deuteragonists with a fun dynamic, and they’d make easy yuri bait in a better show. The characters are all pretty and uniquely designed across the board, and the overall aesthetic, almost a pastiche of late-90’s anime futurism, is undeniable. The toku suit designs are neat and several of the action scenes are gorgeous. The score and soundtrack are outstanding (except for the aforementioned Debussy indulgence). I have few complaints about how the show looks and sounds; the style is great! All of my issues lie with the substance.

Metallic Rouge may have had all the ingredients, but it just needed more time to cook; whether that would have been by doubling the episode count or by more carefully planning the pacing and trimming some of the fat from the lore, I’m still not sure. Probably both. It probably needed better writers, too. Maybe it just isn’t as smart as it acts and there was no way to satisfyingly resolve the clumsy civil rights allegories that bring it uncomfortably close to the likes of Detroit: Become Human. So all of the above, I guess. I tend to adore stories that involve artificially-intelligent beings developing their own wills and emotions and learning to cut their own strings (the likes of Blade Runner, Nier Automata, even a couple of character arcs in the Persona series), but this ain’t it. I’m not even mad anymore. I’m just disappointed.

If there are two positives that will stick with me, though, they would be the absolute banger of an OP and, of course, Naomi Orthmann herself (pictured above, left). Outstanding character design. I’m mildly obsessed. She deserved a better show.

The Unwanted Undead Adventurer

This one isn’t even worth talking about, so here’s a brief synopsis, then I’ll add some commentary, and then we’ll all move on with our lives.

Rentt, a beloved but mediocre adventurer in a fantasy town, gets lost in the mysterious labyrinth that all adventurers explore for personal gain, gets waxed by a dragon, and awakens as a shitty-looking CGI skeleton. He notices, though, that he’s able to level up better as a skeleton than he did as a human, and with the more monsters he defeats, the more he evolves into something closer to human. The rest isn’t really worth discussing.

If I’m being honest, I should’ve dropped this show much sooner. It looks kinda lousy most of the time, the plot (inasmuch as there even is one) is boring, character designs are forgettable (except for Rentt’s closest ally, Lorraine, holy hell) and it seems wholly uninterested in actually building its own setting. If it returns for a second season, I won’t be there, nor will I feel like I’m missing anything. Each episode felt like a chore to watch. I probably only saw it through because 1) I liked looking at Lorraine, I know what I’m about, and 2) I didn’t want to lump it in with the shows I did drop. The Unwanted Undead Adventurer isn’t as patently upsetting or frustrating as those three, but it just plain isn’t a very good show.

The Witch and the Beast

This show could have been so much more. I was drawn in by the gorgeous character designs and intriguing blend of Victorian gothic aesthetics and architecture with modern infrastructure, and very quickly disappointed by just about everything else. The first episode is an exceptional proof of concept, and almost everything that follows is an upsetting showcase of what could have been.

The story centers around Ashaf, a languid, chain-smoking agent of the governing church with a big-ass coffin strapped to his back, and his partner Guideau, a snarling hyena in a young woman’s body, as they investigate abuses of magic across the continent in search of nefarious witches. Guideau in particular has a bone to pick with witches, as the body they presently inhabit is the result of a witch’s curse, and they remain in furious pursuit of the one who cursed them. The curse can be temporarily undone by a kiss with a witch, allowing Guideau’s true body, a hulking brute confined to the coffin, to escape and wreak havoc. Meaning that on a few occasions we get a girl-on-girl kiss followed by a big dude wrecking shit. There’s also other investigations of serial killings, necromancy, and a cursed sword, and here’s hoping you like those, because the coffin breaks are few and far between.

This wasn’t great! By the third episode I had the sneaking suspicion that the animation talent on hand just wasn’t enough to support the aesthetic. While the character designs are exceptional, almost everyone looks awful in any shot that isn’t completely focused on them. This is especially true of Guideau, who looks so inconsistently off-model from one shot to the next that I’m still not entirely sure what they’re supposed to look like, and that’s kind of unforgivable when we’re talking about a main character. Everything looks too dim and too shiny at the same time, and action scenes look like shit more often than they look interesting. I can see so many flickers of something excellent (or at least really good-looking) in Witch and the Beast, and everything else that keeps those flickers from actually igniting makes it so much more frustrating to watch. Maybe just read the manga instead; the panels I've seen from it were uniformly gorgeous.

Actually, yeah, you should probably just read the manga, because for a season of anime, the pacing is atrocious too. It’s clearly trying to angle for a monster-of-the-week format, but each of these mini-arcs is a little too dense for a single episode, so multiple episodes are dedicated to these one-off curiosities, most of which do nothing to advance the plot or show off what the show does best. And if one of them isn’t particularly interesting, you’re saddled with it for the next two weeks like you've been stuck munching on a mealy apple. And I know you can only adapt so much in a 12-episode season, but the decision to end the season on a flashback arc and a lore dump was baffling. That’s not world-building, that’s lazy, and it made the show’s existing pacing issues feel that much more inane.

I feel like I was sold a false bill of goods. I can only imagine how the mangaka feels about this. Dull and uninspiring all around. What a waste.

The Wrong Way to Use Healing Magic

Isekai, unassuming high school boy gains a unique power, impending war with the Demon Lord, yadda yadda yadda. The Wrong Way to Use Healing Magic isn’t anything new or special by any means, nor is it particularly well-animated or -paced, but at its best it’s silly and charming enough that it made a nice, brainless palate cleanser on Fridays.

Usato, your standard quiet high schooler, ends up walking home on a rainy evening with the popular, attractive student council president and VP, when an isekai portal happens. It turns out that it was just the seito-kai that was invited along for the ride (and President Suzune, as it turns out, is fucking psyched to get to be in an isekai), and Usato got caught along with them. When tested for magical aptitude, Suzune and VP Kazuki hit the jackpot with electric and light affinities, respectively, but things go awry when Usato’s reading turns up with healing magic. Terror strikes the palace as the intimidating dommy-mommy Captain Rose barges in to spirit Usato away from his new friends and into her squadron of goons to train him as a combat medic.

As character comedy goes, this one is actually pretty solid at times. Shogo Sakata is plenty of fun as the put-upon, lippy Usato (a much louder role than Chainsaw Man’s Aki Hayakawa), and Atsuko Tanaka (Major Kusanagi herself!) is a blast as the terrifying Rose, an uncompromising slave driver of a drill sergeant with a secret soft side. The dynamic between them is great, too; Usato is over Rose’s shit from the beginning and isn’t afraid to talk back to her, but before you know it, this transforms into friendly banter as Rose clearly takes a shine to Usato and knows he can handle any punishment she doles out. Suzune’s also a bunch of fun now that she’s broken away from having to be the competent, popular girl at school and gets to fully lean into being a complete dork.

Wrong Way also works decently as an isekai, because it makes an effort to stay rooted in high fantasy rather than fall back on JRPG mechanics, meaning there are no stat screens! It also avoids the trappings of wish-fulfillment isekai series by having Usato start out as a regular-ass guy; he’s not a Kirito type, just someone Rose sees as a rough gem in need of cutting. There are no cheat skills or OP weapons or anything, just a kid training every day to get stronger so he can protect the people close to him, and that’s the kind of anime protagonist you should want to be.

For better and for worse, I get serious mid-00s vibes from this one; watch the OP if you don’t believe me. Some of the colors pop uncannily in that early-digipaint-era way, and the animation is pretty middling; the most fluid animation we see is whenever Suzune is acting like a creep. Much like those mid-00s anime, though, Wrong Way may have benefited from being weekly (or twice as long) rather than seasonal. There’s a ton of planting with very little payoff, and it doesn’t feel like the actual scope of the story has even been addressed yet. We don’t even learn why the series has the name it does until someone literally says it aloud in the 11th episode. I may have to reevaluate this season after a possible second, if we ever get one, because this doesn’t stand too well on its own.

Of the anime in this “mixed bags” segment, I’d say I enjoyed Wrong Way the most, but it still had enough problems for me to keep it here. It’s not a particularly bad anime, but it’s not especially good either. I guess we can slot it into what Hazel refers to as “good mid.”

On Hold:

Cherry Magic! Thirty Years of Virginity Can Make You a Wizard?! (three episodes watched)

Man, what a title. That was the main draw for this BL series, which on paper is basically a gay version of the Mel Gibson vehicle What Women Want.

Adachi (a surname that will always make me laugh thanks to Persona 4), a gloomy salaryman, has hit the big 3-0 without getting any, and now he can somehow read anyone’s thoughts just by making physical contact with them. Just as he laments that this is his life now, he accidentally bumps into his handsome, popular coworker, Kurosawa, whom he learns has been harboring a massive crush on Adachi this whole time. Well dang, what now? Kurosawa’s a really nice, thoughtful dude, but Adachi’s never even thought about being with a man before! And isn’t there something wrong with already knowing this secret? How can he even go into the office and look Kurosawa in those big, handsome eyes… every single day…

What I’ve seen so far has been pretty solid, if not particularly well animated. The visuals are really my only gripe here; I just put it off for way too long and didn’t have it in me to finish it on time to actually get this thing written and published. Yaoi isn’t my forte, which feels like a shortcoming on my end as a fledgling bisexual, and I’ve already remarked on the solid LGBT representation this past season, so I do plan on hopping back on this one.

I gotta say, the co-leading voice actors put in serious work this season. Adachi is voiced by Chiaki Kobayashi, who continued his role as Stark in Frieren, returned to Mashle as Mash Burnedead, and contributed to Metallic Rouge’s cluttered cast as Noid. Kurosawa’s seiyuu, Ryota Suzuki (of whom I’ll always be a fan for his masterful turn as Yu Ishigami in Kaguya-sama), also held down leading roles in Bang Brave Bang Bravern and The Unwanted Undead Adventurer. They’ve been great in the few episodes of Cherry Magic! that I’ve seen so far, and they’ll be a huge part of what brings me back.

The Gems:

Bang Brave Bang Bravern

I feel like the mark of a perfectly audacious piece of media is in the moments where I find myself incredulously shouting “WHAT THE FUCK AM I WATCHING” at the screen, and Bravern made me do that at least once per episode. I have so many things to say about what makes this show great but all of it can be summed up as “it fucks so goddamn hard.”

A joint military exercise in Hawaii between Japanese and American mech pilots goes south as a sudden invasion by metalloid aliens portends certain doom for humanity. Just in the nick of time, though, a bombastic, autonomous mech named Bravern arrives from space and insists that ace pilot Isami Ao take his reins. Isami reluctantly agrees, and to his consternation, Bravern goes full tokusatsu on everyone’s asses, complete with fully-diegetic theme music, and keeps the threat at bay. With Bravern continuing to pester him to act as a pilot, Isami is forced to take up the mantle of a reluctant hero as everyone rallies around Bravern to save Earth. Tagging along is blond-haired, blue-eyed American pilot Lewis Smith, who gets to live out all of his Top Gun fantasies, right down to the latent homosexuality.

That last point isn’t a projection or anything: This show is legitimately gay as hell, and it rules. Bravern’s feelings towards Isami feel far more romantic than what you’d expect from a literal robot, and his description of how it felt to have Isami pilot him for the first time, as relayed to a grim-faced military council, is riddled with hilarious innuendo. Isami struggles not only with shouldering the burden of needing to be a hero to all of humanity, but also being beset on both sides by a loud, insistent mecha and a dewy-eyed gaijin, both of whom very well seem to want to get in his pants. Intricate rituals punctuate Isami and Lewis’ angsty relationship as these broad-shouldered, muscular men grow ever closer. It’s also worth reiterating that Isami is voiced by Ryota Suzuki, who also voiced Kurosawa in Cherry Magic!, and that may not have even been his gayest role this season. I’m not super well-versed in mecha as a genre, but I do know that there’s a lot of Warrior’s Bond-type stuff in these series, and Bravern lays it on thick. And hard.

This show looks killer, by the way. CGI implementation in 2D anime is still a touchy subject, but Bravern features some of the best I’ve ever seen. Simple cel-shading goes a long way to the point where, outside of some uncanny motion, Bravern himself feels perfectly blended into the hand-drawn animation. Mecha designs range from realistic military-style tech to otherworldly sentient robots, and battle sequences run the same gamut as the stakes rise. As goofy as all of the above may sound, it’s committed to being a grandiose, big-time mecha showcase.

This is as good as camp gets in anime; Bravern does for the mecha genre what Akiba Maid War did for yakuza film pastiche (I have also heard positive comparisons to Samurai Flamenco, which I’ll have to get on ASAP). It’s an excellent mecha show in its own right, and wildly hilarious to boot. Bravern himself is very genre-savvy and seemingly a bit of an otaku himself; he loves acting like a mecha hero, to everyone else’s chagrin. Several of the villains (also mechanical beings, voiced by an all-star seiyuu roster that includes Kenjiro Tsuda, the aforementioned Atsuko Tanaka, and Rie Kugimiya) are total dorks themselves. A CIA interrogator tries to waterboard a mecha at one point. Bravern is a deeply silly show, but its heart is planted as firmly on its sleeve as its tongue is in its cheek: For as wacky as it can get, the story still unfolds with a straight face and excellent emotional beats.

This show also has the most unskippable ED of any anime since Chainsaw Man dropped a new one every week. I will not say what happens. You cannot predict what it is. Just watch it. One of the top YouTube comments on that video says “When I saw this ending after episode 2, I thought I was going crazy.” That’s a ringing endorsement.

Chained Soldier

On the heels of 100 Girlfriends completely rewiring my brain, I was raring for some more good old-fashioned anime trash. I was told that there would be plenty this season, but you can consult the “dropped” section to see how well that worked out for me. Chained Soldier came with some significant hype, and soon enough into the first episode I realized that I’d actually skimmed through this manga before (don’t ask why), so I was on board immediately. Now here’s some nice trashy fun.

The world is in peril thanks to creatures called Shuuki that can advance on our world via portals from another dimension. Women primarily lead the charge against these monsters, as this dimension produces a special fruit that can lend them (and not men) otherworldly powers to help them in the fight. Yuuki, a perfectly normal young man, ends up in grave danger as he stumbles into a portal, where he is saved by the beautiful Kyouka, a commander who is able to subjugate Shuuki at will and use them to fight others. In a bind, she asks Yuuki if she can subjugate him, which he agrees to by licking her finger and transforming into a monster himself, at her beck and call. Because of his utility in battle, Yuuki is enlisted into her squad of baddies (and also an 11-year-old), living in their home as a caretaker and answering directly to Kyouka as her “slave.”

I know. Hear me out.

I put “slave” in scare quotes because Chained Soldier fortunately isn’t going full Shield Hero on us; this arrangement has a give-and-take baked in. See, every time Yuuki completes his service, Kyouka (or whomever else takes advantage of this anomaly) is compelled to carry out whatever suitable “reward” springs from his unconscious, and this is where the ecchi kicks in. Sometimes it’s a kiss, and sometimes it’s something a little more; the reward corresponds to the length and intensity of Yuuki’s contributions to battle, so the heat can turn up in the form of, say, clothed face-sitting, a good scrubbing in the bath, or some nice, casual CBT. All of this is to say that “slave” is a bit of a buzzword here: It’s more of a dom/sub situationship with a lot of extra steps.

Yes, just about everything that isn’t an action setup is full-on harem trash, and Chained Soldier lays it on thick, right down to full-on nudity. Nothing about this show resembles high art, but I can’t help but admire such a high level of commitment to its aesthetic, including the sleaze. It fully commits to the bit and doesn’t even bother lampshading its own trashiness. Chained Soldier knows what it’s about, and I respect that. It also has the good sense not to sexualize the youngest girl, which is a point in its favor that I can’t award a couple other shows previously discussed.

And while this show is plenty fun, the action sequences often excellent, and the character designs usually delightful, there’s not actually a whole lot going on here. As I said with Mashle, I know that battle manga like this can take a minute to really get cooking, and as I said with Witch and the Beast, 12 episodes may not always be a sufficient runtime to adapt enough to break ground, but the debut season feels more like a proof of concept than anything else. That being said, Chained Soldier’s manga has a very effusive audience, and its praises don’t seem to entirely be about the boobs and butts, so I’ll wait patiently for the second season. I think it’s earned that much.

Delicious in Dungeon

This is the one I’m having the hardest time writing about because it so confidently and so completely speaks for itself that anything I could add would feel like scattering sawdust at the beach. Dungeon Meshi (I refuse to call it by its official English title) is a widely beloved manga among those who’ve read it, and for Studio Trigger to do an honest-to-goodness manga adaptation for the first time might as well be front page news among anime fans.

The story follows Laios, the deeply weird human hero, as he delves back into a bizarre and mysterious dungeon to rescue his sister Falin from the belly of a dragon, along with his misfit party: The neurotic half-elven mage Marcille, the temperamental halfling rogue Chilchuck, and the dwarven warrior-slash-chef Senshi. The party is frequently low on supplies, so to survive the trip they’ll need to subsist on the most abundant resource in the dungeon: Monsters. Senshi’s aptitude in the kitchen helps ensure that everything is edible and sufficiently tasty, regardless of how nasty the monster it came from may have been. With monster obstructions out of the way and their bellies filled, our party delves deeper into the dungeon as the mysteries deepen in kind.

I love the character dynamics in this so goddamn much. Marcille and Chilchuck are frequently put off by the dubious monster food presented to them, but their consternation is worsened by the fact that Laios’ fascination with the monsters it came from annoys the shit out of them. I referred to him as “deeply weird,” but that doesn’t begin to describe his absolute galaxy brain, and I mean it as a term of endearment. Laios is deeply knowledgeable and curious about the fauna in the dungeon, and not just how they taste: He is vocally curious about how certain monster attacks may feel, sings along with siren songs, and even keeps a hardcover bestiary inside his breastplate. He’s one of those people you turn to if you have a question on a hyperspecific subject, but you have to be careful how you ask it or else you’re trapped for the next two hours. And I love him for it.

Even putting the comedy aside, there is a fascinating human element at play in Dungeon Meshi, and I can tell that that surface has barely even been scratched yet. Marcille is just as dogged in her pursuit of saving Falin as Laios is, maybe even moreso (remember what I keep saying about LGBT representation this season?). Chilchuck continues to convince himself that he’s only in the job for his own personal gain, but you can see that mask slipping. And I still wanna know what Senshi’s deal is. Even with the five major players I listed, there’s an increasingly deep roster surrounding them—showcasing a broad spectrum of races and ethnicities, both real and fantastical—each with their own histories and motivations, and I cannot wait to see how they play out and interact with one another. There seem to be much deeper themes at play here as well as we learn more about perceptions and grudges between differing races, oppositional magics, clashing ideologies, and the monetary incentives that drive both the dungeon’s exploration and its very existence. I’m here for it.

I’ve been holding off on reading the manga until the season is up in June (though I could crack any day), but I know a loving adaptation when I see one. Not that Trigger ever slacks off in the animation department, but they absolutely brought their A-game here. Everyone looks bouncy and cartoony in the way only Trigger can pull off while still looking as close as possible to Ryoko Kui’s source material (as far as I can tell). As with Frieren, the action sequences aren’t frequent, nor are they entirely what the show is about, but they look incredible every single time. And the food, of course, looks incredible, no matter how weird. This is practically a cooking anime and a fantasy dungeon anime at the same time, and both aspects are visually on point at all times.

I’m obviously speaking from my own bubble as one of the six people who still use Tumblr in 2024, but I rarely see new anime make a splash like this on social media every single week, and the ones that I do are usually the monster shonen hits like Chainsaw Man or Jujutsu Kaisen. Dungeon Meshi deserves the exposure and success it’s attained, and I’m excited to see it continue. I’d easily slot this right up there with Bravern as one of the best new anime of the season.

A Sign of Affection

I’ve seen a hell of a lot of shonen slice-of-life romances in the past year and change, so a nice fluffy shoujo like this was an excellent palate cleanser. There were a hell of a lot of Big Action Setpieces and panicky teens and grim dungeon crawlers this season, and at the end of the week I wanted to unwind with a bunch of pretty twenty-somethings falling in love with each other.

The show centers on Yuki, a young woman living with congenital hearing loss, making do at a public college after growing up at a school for the deaf. Though she’s able to get by with LINE messages and lip reading, she’s unprepared when a foreigner asks for help, but she’s saved by a handsome and mysterious young man named Itsuomi. He’s able to help out, and takes an interest in her when he realizes his fellow undergrad is deaf, and Yuki takes an interest in kind because he’s really goddamn hot. It turns out that he’s a polyglot and an avid world-traveler, but sign language is not in his purview. This mutual interest sparks the concern of her childhood friend, Oushi, one of the few people in her life who already use sign language, who wants to be sure that nothing untoward is happening. And it isn’t, because this is just a really lovely, low-stakes romance story.

This is pure, unfiltered shoujo at its best. Yuki’s internal monologue is peppered with flowery prose, and everything and everyone looks soft and beautiful. Fashionable, doe-eyed women and pillowy-lipped ikemen abound (seriously, holy shit, the lips on these boys) as the scope widens and the main love interests’ friends explore their own possible love stories. Itsuomi is very much of the “mysterious boy” archetype you’ll find in romance stories in this demographic, but he’s not hiding any sort of dark past like you’d typically expect; he’s just an interesting guy who keeps his personal life close to the vest. He’s a self-appointed world citizen who loves learning about how people of all cultures live their lives, and in Yuki he sees someone within his home turf who happens to live in her own world entirely. And it’s easy to see his forward behavior with Yuki as infantilizing at first (Oushi sure does, and I’ll get back to him in a second), but as they grow closer Itsuomi quickly becomes much more considerate of her boundaries and learns to accommodate her as he studies sign language and gestures that help ensure her comfort. This is a story about Yuki’s horizons broadening just as much as it is about Itsuomi wanting to be let into Yuki’s narrow world, and that sort of synergy makes for some exceptional romance.

A Sign of Affection deserves some credit for refusing to shy away from Yuki’s disability and making a point of depicting her world as one that does little to accommodate her. Very few people in her daily life ever bothered to learn sign language, she relies on a friend to take notes during lectures, and work is hard to come by. It’s an honest depiction that makes an effort not to be exploitative, which is a breath of fresh air. Not only that, but there’s some interesting meta-commentary in there: The only major conflict in the story stems from Oushi’s jealousy, and his reservations about Itsuomi possibly “taking advantage of” Yuki almost feel like he believes that he’s the only one who knows what’s best for her just because he’s done the bare minimum to accommodate her. He thinks he’s coming from a good place, but he winds up accidentally infantilizing her in exactly the way he thinks Itsuomi might. That’s a particularly interesting bit of irony!

I’ve seen enough shonen-oriented romcoms where an unassuming Regular Guy gets flustered as a way-too-casual girl pushes his buttons (hell, I’ve already reviewed two of those this season), so it’s nice to see the formula flipped for a shoujo as Yuki and her best friend Rin blush and squee over Itsuomi and his coworker Kyouya, respectively. A Sign of Affection isn’t afraid to get a little silly with it, either; plenty of these moments are punctuated by characters’ faces going low-detail or full chibi, and they are cute as shit every single time.

This one was just cozy as hell. If you’re into this sort of thing, swaddle yourself in it and bask.

Solo Leveling

I let this one collect dust after the third episode and didn’t pick it back up until the season was almost up, and honestly, I was kinda dreading it: The trailers didn’t look too promising, the show was slow to start, and it looked like yet another derivative JRPG-style dungeon crawler that managed to get popular. Turns out, nah, this show actually kinda fucks and the web novel series and webtoon it’s based on are popular for a reason. The story is nothing special, don’t get me wrong, but it’s a perfectly serviceable turn-your-brain-off action spectacle with a bit more lying beneath the surface.

In a modern-day South Korea where portals to mysterious dungeons open up and threaten the populace, those who can brave the dungeons, known as hunters, are an invaluable human resource. Once someone is assigned a grade as a hunter, they have that grade for life, barring some rare occurrences. Sung Jinwoo is at the lowest rung on that ladder as an E-rank, incapable of improvement, assigned the epithet “the weakest hunter of all mankind.” He mostly shows up to portal raids as a warm body to fill a quota, and one such job goes haywire as most of the raid party, Jinwoo included, is brutally slaughtered in an arcane secondary dungeon within a portal. He somehow wakes up in a hospital, unharmed, and able to access a digital menu before his eyes that exhorts him to do the One Punch Man workout every day, lest he incur punishment. He gets hilariously chadly in the span of a few days in the hospital, including an inexplicable haircut, and finds access to dungeons only he can enter and levels up within this new system.

This one gets off to a slow start and may have benefited from a longer premiere like Oshi no Ko or Frieren, but once the table is fully set, Solo Leveling really starts to cook. Jinwoo’s titular leveling process is a blast from one fight to the next, and as he moves to work in the dungeons that other hunters can access, it turns out he’s been training with the weights on. He’s suddenly fighting way above his pay grade, and after staving off attacks from hunters taking advantage of portals for nefarious ends, he is recruited by an ambitious corporate scion to make some real coin and establish an independent association of hunters.

While it can feel like there’s a whole bunch of table-setting between portal sequences, it’s some smart worldbuilding on Solo Leveling’s end to establish how portal hunting became a central pillar of this society, and doubly so how political and capitalist interests can leave a wide berth for corruption and bad actors. If there’s money to be made in hunting, of course people will find ways to make even more at the expense of others, both at the corporate and individual levels. There’s a lot of talk in there about “survival of the fittest” and “natural selection” and that… makes me nervous.

Those are terms that can be used to justify immoral actions in the name of money, sure, but Jinwoo also uses them to justify his own process. To what end is he constantly improving himself? Sure, he's doing what he can to provide for his younger sister and their ailing mother, but I see less and less humanity in him as this goes on. There are constant hints at something far more sinister at play than just a dude getting stronger for himself, not the least of which being “the system,” the UI that implores him to keep taking on these “quests.” Something, or someone, seems to be guiding him. Whenever another hunter turns on Jinwoo, of course his self-defense instincts kick in, but system pop-ups instruct him to defeat X number of hostiles like it’s a normal video game scenario. There’s something eerily depersonalized about these encounters, despite them being full-on mortal combat, that gives me serious Ender’s Game vibes. Consider me intrigued.

I’d heard that the Solo Leveling manhwa’s main draw was its visuals, and though I had my doubts early on, I'm sold now. This is a pretty solid presentation! Hiroyuki Sawano turned in yet another banger soundtrack to punctuate all the action setpieces, helping to stitch together a fairly complete tapestry. Said setpieces are exhilarating and almost impressively bloody, and while the animation is nothing impressive in the day-to-day, it goes absolutely batshit when the gloves come off. Movement is inhumanly fluid and the visuals can go into the same loose, psychedelic territories we’ve seen in the likes of Mob Psycho and the second season of Jujutsu Kaisen. If this is the new meta for shonen action, I’m not complaining.

By all rights, this is a pretty decent show, but if I’m being honest, this one just hasn’t stuck with me much. And that’s fine! Sometimes I just wanna see some nutty action stuff and move on with my day. Solo Leveling hits that spot perfectly, and I'll be right back there when it returns for its next season.

‘Tis Time for “Torture,” Princess

I was surprised to learn that the gag manga this is based on, with such a seemingly simple premise, has been running for well over 200 chapters and counting. As the anime progressed, I was far more pleasantly surprised to learn that it actually works.

In a standard anime fantasy world where the forces of good are fighting the demonic Hellhorde, an unnamed warrior princess and her talking enchanted sword are taken prisoner and subjected to torture as they’re squeezed for intel. Said “torture,” as the title’s scare quotes would suggest, is mildly unconventional, as the demon baddie inquisitor, aptly named Torture Tortura, attempts to ply the princess by presenting her with tantalizingly delicious-looking food that she can only partake in if she coughs up some info. Naturally, the princess caves every single time, but her intel is often inane and useless, so the “torture” continues. It’s not all food, though: The princess is soon held out of arm’s reach of adorable baby animals by a gyaru beastgirl, pampered into submission by a spa-loving giantess, and is faced with a tsundere vampire faildaughter, who… tries.

And you’d think that would be it; the joke wears thin and you move onto something else. Before you realize it, though, something’s changed: The princess and her captors are quickly becoming friends. The premise almost feels perfunctory: These inquisitors are actual people just doing their jobs, and whatever happens after the princess’ myriad confessions is fair game. There’s no malice or animosity, even during the “torture” sessions themselves: Everyone will have a blast and grow closer as friends, and then the princess will voluntarily go back to her bedless cell. It’s like Sam and Ralph after they clock out, except they’re almost always off the clock. Everyone is genuinely looking out for each other in all directions, and the only thing that keeps the torture going is the need for a status quo to return to, even as it grows more elastic. If anything, Time for "Torture" is a good example of committing to the bit without having to necessarily rely on it.

The real irony in all of this is that it becomes increasingly apparent that the princess is having her needs met in captivity far better than she ever did back home. In her proud proclamations about how she’ll never cave to the temptations before her (shortly before she does just that), the princess often talks about her upbringing and her time as the head of an imperial legion, but these stories often betray her lack of friendship or any of the little things that make life worth living. Her life as royalty was one of isolation and deprivation, to the point where she finds more freedom and fulfillment as a prisoner. She truly lives in a society.

Hellholm, on the other hand, has a surprisingly healthy approach to things like work-life balance, food, and leisure, and its most valuable prisoner is no exception. The Hell-Lord himself is a surprising exemplar of this; for as much as he looks and talks like your standard terrifying JRPG demon king, he’s a surprisingly good dude! He looks after his family, employees, and even the captive princess as if they are all one and the same; he exhibits strong principles and an aversion to conflict, sees to his employees' needs and wants alike, and is a supportive, loving father to his unbelievably precious little daughter (who also serves as a “torturer,” to the princess’ delight). He’s also a big time anime dork, and even bonds with a knight attempting to rescue the princess over their shared otakudom before sending him off peacefully. As “villains” go, he’s top tier.

Time for "Torture" is nothing groundbreaking by any stretch, but it’s a cute, silly time and it plays with anime fantasy tropes in the same way a six-month-old German shepherd “plays” with a cheap stuffed toy. How long the premise holds up is entirely up to you, but I had a lot of fun with it. I have no idea how this ended up being one of the better shows this season, but I guess it just scratched the right itch for me.

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teshamerkel · 20 days

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Yo! It’s the person who asked about creating an anime op for SS. Hypothetically speaking, which one of these two songs do you like?

https://youtu.be/OLG_mja7WIM?si=omvSXjY8UK2Xkthd (Bucchigiri! OP)

https://youtu.be/bG0cGW35-TI?si=Yr7oAnCOHQY5X-54 (Ranger Reject/ Go Go! Loser Ranger! OP)

I was looking through both of the songs but i can’t decide on which one to use lmao.

Also, mock up Nia reference as evidence that yeah it’s happening lmao

Ooh, hello!!! :D I like both songs, but I'm gonna have to go with the second option (Ranger Reject) as my favorite. I love its tempo!

And the Nia reference looks so good!!! 😭 Thank you for drawing her and for the update. She looks adorable in your style (I love her crooked smile especially!), and I feel blessed as is with just the reference sheet, haha! Super excited to see where you go with this.

#the sound i made when i got this ask was in a pitch only dogs can hear #justredact #ask #tesh talks

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lovejosephquinn · 11 months

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i dare you to write all the smut yes please thank you

Summary: What would happen if meeting Joe turned out to be not just your average experience? What if you caught his eye in more ways than one?

This is completely delusional but we can dream right?

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In a normal world, what really happens after meeting a celebrity or just plainly someone you've been longing to meet at a comic con event? usually nothing. You will go about your life again with the memory of an amazing day; but what happens when that nothing becomes something? Surely not you, it's never you.

You were sure meeting Joseph Quinn was to be the best day of your life, it had been a long time coming since you'd booked the tickets around 4 months back, planning your trip and making your way to Philadelphia for the weekend to finally make your wish come true. It was better than you had ever expected it to be, busy? Extremely. It was even a wonder at all that this weekend had happened since with what happened with Joe almost not being able to get over to the states but low and behold, everything went ahead as planned, even if it was just the one day.

Upon glancing over whilst queuing for your photo op, the whole experience was something beyond what you had ever imagined, the nerves were irresistibly nauseating, your stomach containing mad butterflies that flipped in different directions making sure the anxiety and excitement remained. You were at least third in front of the line when you hit the corner of the curtain where Joe's part was secured off from anyone else able to take images of their own. You peeped over the person in front of you to get a better look in; and there he was.

Dressed all in black, a leather jacket slung over his shoulder where he was clearly getting to warm to keep it on, a plain black t-shirt tucked into some straight black jeans, a belt to match and the cute little black boot which smartened up his outfit. It was one of the first time's you had witnessed his hair in such a style, clearly growing it out for his next role, it almost didn't look like Joe at all since you were used to the way he styled it back normally. It looked undeniably adorable, the way the curls were tamed around the front of his forehead yet wild and fluffy at the back. Hat hair. That was the only option as to why it wasn't at it's full fuzzy capacity. It was a rare sight to see him dressed so laid back, almost casual, but you were eating it up and so was every other person stood in line with the same view in tow. If it weren't for you being stood on your tip toes, you wouldn't have noticed the way he glanced twice, double taking the image of you he could just about see. You were so lost in thought, your feet took you forward but your brain was trained on the man you were about to see, scared to death but more exhilarated than anything.

Your eyes had averted to the floor when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You looked around to the person almost startled like a rabbit in headlights when they ushered you out of your thoughts to the sight of nobody in front of you. Joe sticking his arm out toward you, smiling like you had always seen on pictures previously. You took a deep breath and wandered over, your eyes locked on one another, the big doe eyes you had been dreaming about were real, burning through your eyes and into your soul.

"Hi there beautiful." You heard it as a whisper, but your pretty sure that every fibre in your being was concentrating on not making an utter tit of yourself. Had you heard those three words? Absolutely. Were you speechless? Indefinitely.

"Hi there handsome." No. No. No. Joe took a hold of your hand, placing it around his stomach as he gripped his over the course of your forearm, his thumb stroking over you slightly, making your breath hitch as he held you quite tightly toward him. Smiling the least awkward you felt you could manage, the camera flashed and you were let go. You moved back, losing your step and almost falling like someone would be behind you to catch you, just as you could regain your balance, Joe's hands came to hold you up once more, saving you from the embarrassment of what could have been you on the floor paralysed with nerves.

"You okay?" He poked his tongue out to the side of his upper lip, glancing at you and giving you the once over, you swore you watched him double take you once more as if he were planting a mental image of you in his brain for later.

"I'm good, thank you Joseph." You muttered, a small nod and a reassuring smile back sent Joe to pull you in for one last hug. You melted into a puddle, your body was there but everything inside of you had turned to mush. You giggled hideously in his arms. Not like you.

"Please. Call me Joe." He winked at you. "See you later yeah?" You made no attempt to speak in case you made an even bigger fool of yourself walking away, turning back to find his eyes still staring over at you whilst he put his arm out to the next person, you made a subtle wave as you watched Joe take a massive sigh of what was either relief that you didn't make yourself look the con's idiot or to see you leave. Either way, your meet was over and it would be a long wait to meet him again in the next few hours for your autograph. You headed over to grab your picture from the collection point, thanking the staff member who handed it to you.

You moved yourself over to a corner where you didn't dare look at it until you were at least close to a wall where you felt safer, your brain imagining in the worst case scenario that after this encounter, you might pass out. It beat being stood in the middle of everyone and everything where you could draw attention to yourself. As you looked down, the photo was absolutely perfect, Joe looked incredible. You were mediocre of course, not looking bad but the angle was obviously right and a professional camera and lighting helped your case. If you weren't mistaken, you looked quite good together, the fact that you were deranged for even having that thought cross your mind was beyond you, maybe you'd keep that thought to yourself.

Needless to say, not just from the picture you couldn't stop looking at, you couldn't quite deter the image of him away from your brain, the way he'd looked at you in clear daylight so differently to what you had seen before. Was it just your mind playing tricks on you? You know what you saw and to you and everyone else around you if they had noticed, it was not a normal look. How many other girls had he called beautiful? How many other's had he pulled in to a hug when the photo op is meant to only last milliseconds, yours felt like forever; you certainly wished it could have continued but you would have to wait and see if you were delusional enough to see if he was to remember you.

They say time flies when you're having fun but at this point in time you have switched the butterflies in your stomach for pure vomit like symptoms, the anxiety of seeing him again is heart wrenching, not to the point where people are just excited, you just needed to know if what you witnessed back at the photo op was correct.

After a toilet break, a silent pep talk in the mirror, touching up your hair and make up to what you thought was a nice, natural level, you headed out towards the part of the building where the autographs were being held. The announcement came over the speakers letting people know that were in the selected category where to begin queuing. You twiddled your thumbs, trying to stare down at your phone whilst you waited, the anxiety filling your guts with dread. After at least a half an hour wait, you were almost to the front and you could just about make out Joe's voice which was just around the corner. The sounds of laughing, borderline awkward conversation's coming from the other fans and Joe reassuring people it's okay to be nervous and that he's just as nervous as they are. You wondered if he'd looked at them the same way he had previously glanced at you before. Probably. You were the last to join the queue so you wondered if you would get a moment longer than what other's had with him.

You selected your picture to be signed, stating your name to his team working relentlessly to make sure everything was going smoothly. Just as Joe's conversation was being put to a close with the girl in front of you, his eyes shot straight to yours, the eye contact back, the descriptive reference of burning through your soul apparent. There were now inches between you as your picture was passed to Joe along with your name.

"Hello again." Joe smiled in such a confident way that threw you straight off guard. You smiled back trying to mask every ounce of apprehension you were feeling at this moment in time.

"Hi Joe."

"Y/N, the beautiful girl has a name." His teeth were on show this time, his tongue poking out as he looked down to sign your picture, taking it upon himself to fold a part of the corner and covering it like a school child not wanting anyone to see their work in fright of it being copied. You thanked him when he handed it over to you.

"This is for you, don't be a stranger." He winked at you again. This had gone completely different to what you thought, the mysterious note was something you were sure you had never seen him do before when you had watched previous fan encounters. Sure, you'd not made an effort to make much conversation, purely because the people around him were eyeing you up more than likely because they were ready for their breaks.

His hand came to rest on yours that was leaning against the table and as you were about to turn away, he cleared his throat. "I mean it." Another wink. Shit. Maybe all you were imagining was turning out to be real. Removing yourself from the clear tension between the two of you, you didn't look back to see if he was still watching you, it was obvious he was because you could feel those bush baby eyes digging into the back of your head, possibly even all the way down your back.

Finding your corner again, you pushed yourself against the wall, slowly slipping down it to plant yourself firmly on your bum, knees almost up to your chest, you were ready to find out what he had written on the back of your autographed photo. To anyone else, the front just looked like anybody else's regular experience as you turned the creased corner over where he had made sure it sat straight back up when he handed it to you, eleven digits stood proud in the gold sharpie ink. Surely. Fucking. Not. Joseph Quinn. THE Joseph Quinn had given you his number, without a care in the world. Was this real or was it a stupid joke just to play around with you. Why would he even do such a thing? Pick you out of the several hundreds of people he's met today and give such a personal thing out to someone he doesn't even know. It explained a lot though, his voice replayed over and over in your head.

"Don't be a stranger." You gasped. He did say that. "I mean it." It was fully intentional and you were fully motivated to find out if this was actually real, you pinched yourself a couple of times to make sure you wouldn't wake up, to give yourself the up most reassurance that this wasn't a dream and it had actually happened. It didn't even matter anymore that you had just met your celebrity crush, or the guy who's CV you know like the back of your hand. It was about a really attractive human being had quite obviously took a liking to you and made the choice to take a chance in hearing from you again; after all this isn't something that happens every day, if at all.

You set your things down next to you and pulled out your phone, were you being too eager to text the number straight away? Yes. A phone number is there to be texted though, that is the whole point of them is it not? You folded the crease over again and eyed the number, typing it slowly into your add contact option, saving it immediately so that your anxiety of a random number wouldn't startle you if he had replied and you had completely forgotten. Who were you kidding, you would never forget this.

You: 'Hi it's Y/N. I didn't expect your note to be this...'

Well done you. Clear straight to the point and less embarrassing if it had turned out that he had given you a false number. You looked away as your thumb tapped against the send button, you heard the little swipe which meant it had sent and then a few seconds later, delivered. Glancing back down, the read sign almost made you throw up over your phone. The little bubble in the left hand corner appeared. Double fucking fuck.

Joe: 'I'm glad you didn't think I was weird for doing it. There's just something about you, figured I'd take my chances and if you were a psycho it's easy to get blocked nowadays ;)'

You bit down on your lip. It's him. It's actually Joe. Your fingers started tapping furiously to reply.

You: 'Well I assure you I'm not and there's nothing that special about me I promise. Maybe you're the crazy one Joe :)'

Joe: 'I guess I am crazy for giving a fan (if that's what you are) my number, but make sure I don't regret it. In short, what are you doing later?'

THIS IS NOT REAL LIFE. How are you even messaging Joe like you've known him years or met him like he's just a regular person walking about the street. He's fucking famous and it's a dangerous game for you to play, something you will have to keep to yourself for a long time.

You: 'Of course I'm a fan, but you're also a human being so it's not weird I guess. Nothing much, got a couple more days here so I'll be sitting in my hotel tonight and having a drink.'

Joe: 'Want some company?'

YES. YES. YES. YES. YES. The devil on your shoulder was practically slapping you across the face, screaming at you to not decline this offer.

You: 'Sure. I'll send you my location later.'

You were left on read after the last reply, you were guessing he had gotten busy for the best part. Staring at your phone for the next fifteen minutes or so with no reply was slightly disheartening but you had to remember outside all of this, the man was still at work. Outside all of that, this was becoming personal.

You'd left through the nearest exit you could find, hoping to get back to the hotel and get changed into something a little more flattering than your smart casual comfortable outfit that you had chose to adorn to meet Joe today. Was this considered a date? You were in way over your head, it was just two strangers meeting for a drink and getting to know one another. As Joe had said, maybe he was the weird one for insinuating that you would even want to see him again, be it that way or seeing him through a comic con. You were trying to convince yourself that this was going to be nothing, just a friendly, casual and laid back interaction between two people over a drink or two.

You sent Joe your location and he had let you know he'll be by the hotel around 8pm and to meet wherever the bar is. You threw everything out of your neatly packed suitcase onto the bed, only having took the bare minimum out of what you had decided to wear to bed the night before and today. Scratching your way through the pile of outfit options you had packed, you unearthed your old faithful chest revealing, black lace trimmed dress, you know; just in case. Not just in case you were to be spending the evening with Joe, but just in case you were to go anywhere nice in Philadelphia and you needed a more expensive looking option.

You started your look again, wiping off all of your make up and taking a shower, counting down the next couple of hours which would drag until you saw his face again. You blasted music from your phone to put you in a less uneasy mood, to you it was always the answer to play a genre that would make you feel at ease and fully relaxed. Your mind was constantly on him yet it didn't matter because you were too focussed on making yourself look the best you ever had. You thought you'd done that today in meeting him a the Fan Expo, yet this situation was more exclusive and particular, which gave you more ammunition than you needed to go all the way in your look. Slipping the dress in a way to not ruin your hair was a task, but you did it, adding your own little touch and putting on your boots to feel more comfortable really finished off your outfit for you, you glanced at yourself in the mirror as your phone flashed behind you on the bed. You darted over to it faster than you ever thought you could, heart pounding, palms sweating.

Joe: 'I'm almost here love. I hope I've got the right place.'

You: 'There's a thing called google maps Joe ;)'

Joe: 'Well aren't you a smart little egg?'

Oh the banter, the purity, the cheek, the innocence. The Flirting?

You made your way down to the ground floor of the hotel after one final check of yourself, having to mentally slap yourself at biting the skin at the corner of your thumb which was helping you calm your nerves but at the same time making you want to wet yourself in anticipation. Finding your way into the bar which was pretty empty considering how many guests were staying, you were stopped by a security guard who looked at you with sudden intent.

"Bars closed tonight-" He was interrupted by the sound of a chair dragging it's feet against the floor.

"She's with me." Joe.

Well this made complete sense. The man let you through and closed the make shift curtain behind him, leaving you two alone.

"There she is." Joe smiled, offering his hand to give you an admittedly awkward one armed hug.

"Hey. Well this is-"

"Weird? I told you, maybe I am the weird one." You both laughed in unison, he'd already made you feel somewhat at ease and you'd only been stood in his presence for 30 seconds.

"I called the hotel as soon as you let me know where you were and reserved the bar for just the two of us, just so there's no-"

"Interruptions?" You finished his sentence for him which made him smile, a little nod came your way. "Exactly." He finished.

Joe was still wearing the same outfit from today, his hair looked a little more messy than before, he'd clearly freshened himself up before coming to meet you too, an extremely telling first impression to you that he cares about his appearance, though you already knew that.

"What do you want to drink?" Joe said.

"Whatever you're having."

"Double vodka martini's it is then."

"Perfect!" You sat down in the quietest part of the room, away from the eye of the bar and prying stuff wanting to hear and know what was going on between you two.

"A girl after my own heart." He chuckled, a lowish tone which brought the butterflies straight back flipping around your stomach at the very same pace they were doing this very morning.

Joe came back shortly with the drinks, you clinked them together in a cheers and sipped in unison, putting them down onto the table as you turned to each other. There was the burning look again. His eyes were mesmerising, a deep pool of chocolatey brown that you could get lost in for days. He ushered his leather jacket off of his shoulders, putting it the other side of him, his skin now clear as day and only centimetres away from you.

"So did you have fun today?" Joe asked politely, you guessed it was only right he got the awkward questions out of the way first.

"Yeah was amazing. You have a lot of time and patience for what you do, it's incredible to see." You replied.

"It's part of my job, it's fucking exhausting don't get me wrong, but it's great to meet people. Wouldn't of met this pretty girl otherwise would I?" Joe nudged his arm to yours, giving you a side smirk as he took another drink, clearly regretting his cringeworthy reply.

"Oh yeah, what's her name?"

Joe quickly caught onto your sarcasm, nudging you harder this time so your body flung itself sideways.

"Oh. Me?"

"Obviously." Joe rolled his eyes, turning his head to face the room but keeping his peripheral vision attached to you always so he could still read your reaction.

"Do you do this often?"

"What the events?" Joe shot a look back at you, furrowing his brow, your eyes faltering to his lips as his tongue poked out to wet them, you quickly had to regain your composure so that he didn't notice.

"Duh." You shook your head. "Give random girls your number in this way?"

"You're the first." Joe shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm honoured."

"It is I who should be honoured darling."

You got along like a house on fire. Joe didn't share much about his personal life, but the things you did come to learn just proved how much of a normal guy he still was at heart. You had slowly forgotten outside of this natural setting who he was, that he was just a guy you were meeting for a drink on a random Sunday evening. You talked each others ears off, the more you had to drink, the more you would eventually get out of him, something inside of him still remained reserved and you didn't entirely mind that, but he was just as intrigued to find out about you, who you were and what your deal was.

A few drinks was never the term, it turned into a table full of empty glasses, you were swaying by this point, your head full of Martini and shots of tequila, it had turned into a two man party more than anything and it certainly gave you the confidence if not Joe also to get a little bit more comfortable with one another. You had complained you were cold, digging the old chestnut out to see if he was going to be gentleman about it, you didn't even have to say anything before he noticed and offered you ahis jacket, you were now sporting the whole attire, leather and lace. The term was meaningful of the two together, a generous and intimacy of give and take. It was over sized, perfect to fit over your shoulders and the best of all? It smelt of Joe, something extremely distinctive of him which you would make sure your nostrils engulphed enough of so you could remember it forever.

"It's getting late." You muttered.

"How old are you?" Joe laughed, downing the last of his drink.

"Shut up, I mean, for you."

"Trying to get rid of me darling?" Joe leant closer into you, putting his arm around you trying to be as distinct about it as possible.

"Never."

"That's what I thought."

"The bars closing though, it's almost midnight."

"We can go talk in your room for a while if you like then I can sober up a little so my walk back to my hotel isn't so traitorous." Joe offered, the puppy dog eyes back in full force as if he was the one that didn't want to go, it was obvious that he was having as great of a time as you were, a glorious win for you indeed.

"Remember what I said about google-"

"Maps? I'll still get lost." You rolled your eyes then returned them straight to Joe, fluttering your eyelashes as best as you could.

"Come on then." You slipped out of the chair as Joe followed behind you through the curtain, bowing down in an attempt not to be seen, yet there was nobody around.

"What are we playing detectives now?" You laughed.

Joe caught up almost catching his feet on your heals as you fell forward, his arms wrapping themselves around your waist as he pulled you up into him, lifting you off the ground slightly making you squeal out loud.

"Yes I've got her, I've got the criminal."

The grip he had on you was strong but you felt unusually safe. To say it was in the arms of a stranger who wasn't really a stranger because you had known of him for over a year.

"Joe! Put me down!" You giggled.

"Never." Joe put your feet to the ground, you didn't touch gravity long enough before he swivelled you around like a rag doll, hoisting you back up into the air, your legs automatically wrapping around Joe's hips to cling to him. Your faces were but mere inches away from one another as you stopped in your tracks, staring at one another intimately, not wanting to be the first to look away. Joe leant forward to push the button for the elevator to open, taking you both in and leaning again, looking to you for guidance. "Third floor please sir." You gave the same look he had been ushering towards you all day and all of a sudden Joe looked like he was the one who was about to melt.

"Yes ma'am." He pushed the button and the doors closed. A few seconds later, the noise announced you were at your room's floor, and out he took you through the corridor.

"Are you sober enough to find the number twelve?" Joe squeezed your body against him a little more in an effort to make you squeal again, but you held your breath and only a little whimper came out.

"What was that little noise?" He gasped.

"The sound of you squeezing the life out of a poor helpless woman." You tilted your head to the side, raising an eyebrow and making him laugh at his poor effort to flirt with you.

You got to your door, Joe still had you in his arms forgetting quickly that you needed to get your key card out of your bag to get you inside.

"Can you put me down now?" You smirked and he looked extremely forlorn for a moment to not be able to touch you. "I need to get my key."

"Oh shit, yeah." He chuckled, settling you down and steadying you so that your legs didn't turn into jelly too quickly before being left alone. You proceeded to pull out your key card, scan it and open the door.

"Age before beauty." You pushed the door even further ajar and gestured for Joe to go through, it was plain to see that Joe loved the way you gave back the banter that he dished out to you, he'd told you after the first few drinks that it was one of his favourite traits in a woman's personality which gave you further fuel to continue what he seemed to adore.

You took off your shoes as soon as you closed the door behind you, Joe mirrored your move doing the same in respect for not getting your sheets dirty when he eventually got onto the bed. You kept his jacket on, hugging it to your chest as you moved to the left side propping yourself up against the pillow and patting onto the right side of the mattress.

"You joining me?" You asked.

"Thought I'd wait for your permission. Not everyday a beautiful girl such as yourselves asks me to lay with her."

"Forgot we were in the 18th century Joe." He did a run, hop, skip and a jump, leaping onto the bed making himself and you bounce upward, laying to the side and propping himself up on his elbow, he pursed his lips together in a silly little smile.

"You're such a weirdo." You scrunched your face together in a false look of anguish.

"I guess that makes two of us." Joe etched closer to you and in turn it made you move further down, so your faces were just about parallel. Instead, you faced up toward the ceiling so it didn't seem like a desperate attempt of you making a move.

"Am I-" Joe paused.

"Are you?" You tried to make him continue as you looked over to him deeply sighing and looking down to focus on the sheets.

"Am I weird for wanting to-"

"To what?" You laughed. "Spit it out."

"To kiss you." You felt your lungs give way in hearing those three words come out of Joe's mouth. You turned onto your side, bringing yourself even closer to let him know that you were absolutely into it. Your faces fell into a slow motion blur, hearts pounding together, skin touching skin as your hand came to settle on his side and his came up to cup your cheek.

"Extremely." Joe closed the gap, your lips magnetically forced together as one, that was until he moved back slightly to see if you were okay. "Weird." You whispered, a smile appearing on both of your faces as he brought himself back to kiss you once more. It was like nothing you had ever experienced, a kiss meaning so much to someone you knew so little. It deepened quickly, Joe pushing you back slowly so you laid onto your back so he could hover over you to engage a deeper, more forceful kiss. It became more open mouthed as the sound of crashing lips smacking together became more prominent, his hand staying put against your jawline, fingers stroking themselves slightly through your hair. Your arms were now wrapped around his neck, in a strong enough attempt to not let him go anywhere other than where he was right now. His tongue pressed against your bottom lip and you tilted your head to the side, pushing your own muscle against his, they danced together perfectly as your mouths moved, the room temperature was soaring from the feeling of eroticism and how turned on you were becoming from the way Joe kissed you.

The same whimper erupted from your vocal chords and down Joe's throat making him shiver a little, opening your eyes at practically the same moment in realisation that this was getting hot and heavy fast. Joe pulled back, looking down at you, eyes darkening with intent and a thousand words that were left unsaid.

"You're so beautiful." Joe moved his hand to run his fingers fully through your hair, making their way down your body, his eyes following right up to your stomach where he stopped in his tracks.

"Please. Carry on." You bit down on your lip, you were watching exactly where he had stopped himself.

"You don't have to ask me twice love." Joe uttered, his hand slipping under your dress which had hitched it's way up your waist a little too much revealing your underwear right in his bee line. His fingers reached and successfully traced the outline of the cotton, lips now pressed against your neck in an obvious attempt to get the noises he's longing to hear out of you. With a soft press directly between his finger tips, the material and your clit, you feel a slight force as he puts pressure to rub over it at an agonising pace.

"Oh god." You moan. You fully moan. Joe's instant reaction was to let out his own little version of one, making you whimper more, pushing your hips up as a silent beg for him to carry on; to create more tension.

"Your moans are so sexy, fuck." You hear him mumble against your neck, his tongue slowly massaging down a soft spot at the side of your neck, his teeth gripping to your skin ever so slightly, nibbling harder the more noise you create.

"I need- I need-"

Joe pricked his eyes upward to watch you begin to fall apart under such minimal contact. "You need?" He was clearly saying it in a reflection of your cheek earlier on.

"Rub my clit."

"A little louder, I didn't hear you say please?"

"Please Joe, Please!" You cry out. His fingers immediately push themselves under the side and close the space letting him feel the wetness you're already creating rather quickly.

"Shit you're so wet." His fingers make a hard effort to begin rubbing vigorously at you, your legs making every attempt to close tightly from the sensitivity of lack of physical touch.

"What do you think you're doing?" Joe sat up in quick time, bringing himself between your thighs, keeping you prised apart so that you couldn't interrupt what he'd began. "Maybe they could be a little wetter." Joe hummed, holding his index and middle finger in the air. Your eyes gazed upon the thickness of his digits, making your cunt pulsate at the very thought of them doing these naughty things to you. "Huh?" You were so wet a moment ago, what does he possibly mean by that?

Before you knew it, Joe was towered over you, pushing said fingers to your lips. "Care to help me?" You opened your mouth and you tasted yourself on the tips of his fingers almost instantly, you wrapped your lips around them as he pushed them in further, letting you suck away. Pulling them out and past your lips with a pop, Joe wasted no time in opening your legs further and then immediately teasing your hole, rubbing around the outside of it slowly.

"You want these?" He wiggled them against you, making you squirm.

"I need them." You sounded desperate and you couldn't care less.

He answered your prayers not long after, inserting his nicely lubricated fingers inside of you, not giving you any room to adjust, making sure he fucked you good with them, they almost tapped at your cervix with how deep he pushed forward, his fist bashing against your slit. He curled them upward, hitting spots you didn't know existed inside of you, making the entirety of your body shake. "God, if I make you feel this good with my fingers, imagine how good you would feel with my cock inside of you." Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the thought, a loud bellow of a moan escaping you from the fantasy of being fucked by this gorgeous being. You brought yourself down to earth, your brain being over taken with feral thoughts, trying in a huge attempt to barter an innocent threat his way. "You think you're up for the challenge?" You snarled.

"I don't need challenging, I know you'll fucking love it darling." Oh so he was confident, that made you feel even more turned on. The knot in your stomach tightened ever so slightly more when you felt a third finger fill you, he twisted his wrist around so he could fasten the pace, taking his spare hand to rub aggressively. You chanted his name several times, arching your back when your orgasm washed over you in the blink of an eye. "Yes, yes, yes!" Joe moaned out, feeling your pussy clench around his fingers as you released hard, your whole body going from stiff to jelly in a second. Joe was such a different person in the bedroom, he was out for serving a purpose and it was so clear he loved to satisfy. He knew exactly how to satisfy.

Joe was already undoing his belt and struggling out of his jeans and boxers before you could even say a word, your breathing coming back to a steady flow made you lose all ability to speak when you witnessed what he was packing. Not too big, just above average, thick and uncut, his tip shining with pre-cum from the excitement of pleasing you.

"About this challenge."

"I-I thought you didn't need c-challenging." Your body was still spasming from the orgasm, you could barely talk but you managed to snap back at this silly remark.

"I don't."

"Fuck me then."

Joe sat up on his knees stroking his fist over his cock, pumping it a couple of times watching you with wide eyes, the brown in them replaced with purely dilated pupils. "Please?"

"Fuck me." Joe hoisted your legs over his shoulders, hovering his cock at your entrance with a wicked smirk, clearing his breath to help you use your manners. "Please." You rolled your eyes.

"I'll roll them back for you if you carry on doing that." Joe slammed himself inside of you, stretching your tight hole and making you inhale a sharp breath. The smirk remained on his face as he adjusted himself, inch by inch being thrusted slowly out and then back in again.

"Your pussy feels so good, I might not last long. Fuck."

He couldn't help but begin to go hard straight away, feeling every part of the inside of you contracting around him, making moans fly out everywhere, bouncing off every wall of the hotel room. He clutched his hands to your thighs, keeping you at an angle which got the most noise out of you, rutting his hips back and fourth, balls slapping against your ass. His cock fucked into you so well that you felt another orgasm creeping up on you in record time, the power he had over you was second to none and he knew it. "Stop tensing or I'll cum." Joe growled. It gave fuelled the fire in you to keep clenching around him more and more. "You're such a naughty girl." He slammed into you hard, forcing a squeal right from the depths of your lungs. "Yes Y/N. Yes baby. That's it." You came all over his cock, tears seeping from the corner of your eyes from the over stimulation.

Joe pulled out at last minute, fisting his cock ferociously as his seed propelled out of him fast, his head fell back, lips parted as his own release flushed over him. You could see his chest rising and falling through his black t-shirt, his hand covered and your stomach and part of your dress now concealed in cum. Joe hopped off the bed and jogged into the bathroom to fetch something to clean you up, rushing out and throwing you a towel over to get off what you could.

"Challenge complete." Joe winked at you and you rolled your eyes again. "I told you to pack that in."

You stuck your tongue out at him childishly making him laugh. Joe fell to the side of you, still slightly out of breath from the antics that occurred just a moment ago. You threw the towel to the floor, disappearing into the bathroom for a moment to gloat to yourself. What the fuck, how the fuck and why the fuck? You were gleaming at yourself in the mirror, every nerve completely rid of now you were at this point. Today had undoubtedly been the greatest day of your life, but what was next? Would this just be a one night stand?

Slipping out of your messed up dress, you came back out of the bathroom and witnessed an obviously exhausted Joe's eyes struggling to stay open. "You staying here?" You tilted your head to the side as you watched a startled Joe look over at you, his brown eyes wide in a bizarre panic and back to their normal stature of beauty from the darkness that had previously took over them.

"If that's okay with you?" You both shared a sweet smile. "Of course."

You climbed into bed, Joe kicked his legs so that the sheets went downward so he could make a half arsed effort to take his t-shirt off and grab a hold of the sheets to pull over him. You turned onto your side facing away from him. "Goodnight then." You reached up to the switch beside the bed, turning out the light and then getting yourself into a comfortable enough position to get to sleep. You felt the shuffling of Joe coming closer, putting his arm over you as he adopted the part of big spoon, bringing you closer to his body. "Goodnight beautiful."

As the morning light seeped through the tiny gap in the curtains where you hadn't closed them properly, you woke slowly, your eyes peaking open as you turned over to face the other side of the bed, you were alone. Joe was gone. You called out his name to see if he was in the bathroom, to no avail, his clothes were gone from the side of the bed. You got out quickly, collecting your phone from your bag. It was past 9am and a little further down was a message from him; at least he hadn't completely ghosted you.

Joe: 'I didn't want to wake you beautiful, but I had to go to get to a meeting with my agent. I don't want this to be a one time thing. I want to see you again. I clearly made the right decision yesterday. Sorry, hope you understand.'

Your heart went from aching to melting in a millisecond.

'I clearly made the right decision'

You read it over and over again, smiling from ear to ear. Joe wasn't just some famous guy you crushed over now, he was plainly just a person you really wanted to know, you didn't care about his status, his fame or anything else but the real him and you were adamant that you would make it happen, even if you just remained friends. Who were you kidding, that's not an option.

You: 'That's okay. I thought you'd ran away. Have a great day. I'm leaving in two days so we haven't got long.'

Joe: 'I'll be back in a few hours. Get ready and we'll go get some food together. Let's make the most of the time we have.'

It's such a shame that it could end so quickly, with Joe's travelling and your normal life probably able to get in the way. But as he said, making the most of the time you do have together is the perfect answer, you were obviously on the same page and it felt so good to mutually agree that you were evidently into one another, you'd slept together for goodness sake. Focussing on the present was your main priority, who knows what the future may hold.

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