#Akira Complex

[rgrectangle]

In memory of Akira Complex.

This day, two years ago, we lost an extremely talented producer. I never had any personal connections with them, but I still sympathize with their untimely passing.

We won't let it happen again.

Good bye, my guiding star.

[lordgroose]

Camellia & Akira Complex - Railgun Roulette

[rennitogatito]

trickster

[theredcuyo]

You see, i keep thinking about fics sending characters back in time and how they just fix everything and they're sweet and i love them but also

There's things you just can't change, you know?

How would a 8 year old fucking stop a traffic accident on the other side of his city, not even the country they're in

How does a child prevent someone somehow from getting an illness that will kill them, both psycological and not

I'd love a story where yeah, they fix what could be fixed but stomp into walls that just couldn't be prevented, not having money for the doctor, personalities that just won't do as they wish, people forgetting or ignoring a kid's advice, someone that needed more than a few words to turn away from certain paths

And i don't mean it in a "Destiny finds a way" type of thing, they can do stuff, they really can, but somethings go far, far away from their capabilities

[edenfire]

🗡❤️ you're nothing without me ❤️🗡

I just finished all of my planned pieces for shuake week👀 so I decided to take a break and fill out one of these ship charts💗💞

these are just my headcanons, so don't worry about whether or not it's accurate to what you interpret~♡

[sappho-rose]

~Hirano to Kagiura

[jmgangel]

Akechi’s obsession with Akiren living in an attic will never not be funny to me. Like “attic trash?” That’s hilarious how did he come up with that?

[astruccrow]

losercore men from the funny yakuza game

[cant-icle]

hi it’s me again. i also can’t stop thinking about like a rusty knife. what the FUCK do akira’s parents think about their strange child coming back from tokyo even stranger

That evening, tucked up together in their respectable bedroom in their respectable house in the respectable town they live in, Kurusu Hisoka hesitates before turning off the light next to her side of the bed. "Are we going to talk about this?"

Her husband, who has long since taken off his glasses and rolled over on his side, deigns to grunt at her.

"No," she presses. "Kazuo. We have to. That-- that boy."

Kurusu Kazuo, married to his wife for eighteen years and exasperated for each and every one, gusts out a sigh and rolls over onto his back. "Hicchan."

"That's not my son." It tears out of her, this horrible thing that she says, rips its way free from her breast and hovers bloody and menacing between them. The wound it leaves isn't clean; she's already short of breath, heavy and aching. "That's not my Akichan. You have to see it too. You have to."

A pause; Kazuo finally rolls to face her entirely. "Hicchan. We've talked about this."

"No, I've talked about this! You just bury your head in the paper and go 'yes dear', I know you don't listen to me! That boy doesn't move like my son, he doesn't speak like my son, he doesn't act like my son--"

"And what are we to do?" His voice is firm, but hollow. "We were lucky to get him back in one piece in the first place, after that man. He's a teenage boy, and he's back with his family. You'll see. Akira is still your son."

Hisoka takes a breath, another, wet, gulping. "I'll just have to remind him," she says, mostly to herself. "That he's my baby. That he belongs with me, with us, right? Once he gets his legs back under him, he'll realize he can stay here and be safe. No more of this-- escapism."

Her baby, her boy; she almost went mad the year he was gone, but Kazuo had expressly forbidden her from calling more than once a week. And half the time she could tell Akira wasn't even paying attention to her, could hear the low background murmur of voices behind him.

Her poor baby boy, all alone in that terrible city she'd barely escaped from. What a blessing it is to live here in Inaba, quiet and calm and safe.

What a relief it will be for her boy, her calm and placid boy, when he finally calms down and remembers who he is, who he's supposed to be.

[dystopediapod]

What Akira Warned Us About Power, Corruption, and Collapse

A few weeks ago, we ventured into Neo-Tokyo, a cyberpunk city reborn from the ashes of near annihilation. On the surface, it appears to be a prosperous metropolis, but beneath the bright lights lies a morally corrupt society. Not only was this 1988 film a ground-breaking moment for animation, but its complex storytelling and themes have also served as inspirations for many beloved entertainment genres.

LISTEN TO THE EPISODE HERE

[npczoey]

I thought about the many ways I could honor Toriyama-sensei. Maybe redraw the first drawing I ever did in my life, Mystic Gohan. Or any of my favorite moments. But in the end, I settled on Goku sparring with my character, Fea, a character he inspired. Thank you so much for everything, Toriyama-sensei🕊️ May every artist inspired by your work continue to keep your spirit of creativity and fun alive!

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Tracklist:

Intro • Feel My Energy • The Rolling • Cyber True Color • Hands Up • Good Time • message within the rift • UFO • I Wanna Dance • Venom • JUNK • Moonsault • Like a Roulette • Devotion • Acid Virus • Outro

Spotify ♪ Bandcamp ♪ YouTube

[57-dayo]

guiding star

[ryokanoon]

«Is this carp destined to reach the desired gate and finally become a dragon?»

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sketch⬇️

I decided to try a new method of drawing for this one (sketch scan + multiplication filter + color), and I really like how it turned out :D

[fantomevoleur]

@orphemiss replied to this post: "Everyone say thank you to me for...

"I'll join you on that podium."

"I guess I'll share the spotlight with you, Senpai. Think of is as...a Christmas gift, from me to you."

[jeandejard3n]

Ghost in the Shell: Hong Kong 2029 | Ambient Music