#moth yapping

[mothboypoison]

Fushiruha Propaganda

If you follow me, or you've seen me in the Kagurabachi tag, you might be wondering why it is exactly I'm so incredibly obsessed with this rarepair. Well... I'm not very good at organising my thoughts because I'm cursed with Airheadedness but here is my (possibly futile) attempt to DRAG YOU ON BOARD THIS SHIP!

What's up with the ship name?

Let's get this out of the way first. I'm calling it Fushiruha because it rolls off the tongue nicely; this is the ship name I use to be non-specific about the top/bottom positions. I'm just referring to them as being together generally.

You might also see FushiUru used, and the Japanese tag is 伏漆. Previously the ship was known as BanUru (バン漆) and you will also see it called Yogurt.

Okay! With that out of the way I shall talk about all the reasons as to why you should ship Uruha and Fushimi!

They look good together!

What do you mean that's not a reason? Of course it is.

And they do look good together! See:

Let's see, we've got:

Light hair x dark hair. Always some of the best kinds of contrast.

Sharp silhouette x flowy silhouette. More contrast, which makes the two of them together very visually appealing.

Dark clothes x light clothes. In addition to the hair, makes for very nice contrast.

They're both hot. This is undisputed.

Long range x short range. You might have to just trust me on this one. I like to believe that that's an archer's chest guard Fushimi wears; combine that with Uruha's katana, and we have more wonderful contrast... or they complement each other!

Moving onto something of substance.

Devotion

Fushimi was 11 years old when the Seitei War was fought. We got that information along with his name. I don't think that it's too much of a leap to assume he may have looked up to somebody like Uruha. With that in mind, this is how he reacts to Uruha - someone he could have admired - breaking down in front of him. He reassures him of how hard he fought and he swears to protect him.

It's a dynamic I really enjoy; the bodyguard and the one they're sworn to protect. And Fushimi takes his duty seriously. He's perfectly willing to die even if it means he can buy Uruha some time. That's it. All he wants to do is give him the best chance of escape.

Look at the screenshot I posted to prove they look good together. Fushimi doesn't believe that they have a chance of defeating the Hishaku, but that doesn't matter. The only thing that matters to him is Uruha.

He's willing to give his life for him. That's romance!

Familiarity

It's clear that Uruha spent a lot of time with his men and even though Fushimi said that they didn't have a chance, he believed in them.

I'm also going to unashamedly link to Hest's post about Fushiruha, namely to mention that Fushimi refers to Uruha with a pronoun which indicates that they're super close. And how could they not be!? Three years spending every day together, of course they're close.

(Side note, just go and read Hest's whole post, okay? It's better than mine).

After the Kokugoku Steam Squad defeat the Hishaku (or, think that they defeat them), Fushimi suggests they give Uruha a warm welcome. Now I'm not openly bananas enough to believe that Hokazono was indicating that Fushimi's gonna go and fuck the daylights out of Uruha, but he wants to go and surprise Uruha. To me it indicates that they are indeed close with one another.

Motivation

Uruha was ready to die. He says this in his introductory chapter, when he's having his daily naked-bath-with-bodyguard.

Then Samura comes along and he's going to kill him, and Uruha understands his reasoning for it. Yet he doesn't want to die because of what Fushimi and the others sacrificed for him. Fushimi's sacrifice was largely what motivated him to fight Samura, because he couldn't throw his life away after what they did.

And also... this may be wishful thinking on my part, but I don't think it's out of the realm of possibility - Fushimi's closeness with him, his clear bond with the squad - that after he was devasted to learn the news of Kunishige's death, it was Fushimi who helped him keep on going through those three years. Fushimi gave him a reason to live, even when he died.

A Kagurabillion Flashbacks

The Kokugoku Steam Squad died in chapter 48. Uruha flashed back to them, or to Fushimi... several times. He flashed back to them before they died, as a matter of fact - Uruha fled the fortress in chapter 47, so shall we tally up how many times he thought about him?

There were 2 flashbacks before the steam squad died. Then a further 8 flashbacks after they died, including right before Uruha died. And one of those times was flashing back to when they were in the hot spring together. You can't expect me not to take something from that.

One of his final thoughts was of Fushimi.

Various Fun Tropes

Okay I'm losing my train of thought. Here's some miscellaneous things about them that I enjoy.

They're doomed!! One of the most fun tropes there is. They fall in love but Fushimi is fated to sacrifice himself for Uruha, only for it to be in vain. This one's extra fun if you think about how Fushimi may have looked up to Uruha as a hero; he was one of the children that Uruha fought the war for, only for him to die in the end.

Age gap!! Fushimi is 29 in canon. We don't know Uruha's age, but given that - based on the flashback of him with Kunishige - he was a teenager at the youngest during the war (18, let's say, likely at the youngest, though he could have been a little younger) he's probably in his mid-thirties. Very fun to pair a jaded war veteren with a younger, energetic man who has only really known peacetime.

Knight/prince dynamic! C'mon, this goes perfectly alongside bodyguard/protected. Fushimi is there to serve Uruha. Even more fun if you take Uruha's silly, childish nature and interpret him as being bratty or spoiled.

GRIEF!! I cannot talk about this enough. Uruha being lost in grief and Fushimi being the one to pull him out of it. Please.

Now, the most important reason...

BECAUSE I LIKE IT.

I am your dear friend mothboypoison, and I adore this ship, therefore I think you should join me. Please. Please. I'm informed this is a rarepair but I live in such a bubble that it might as well be one of the most popular Kagurabachi ships. Join me!!

♥ ♥ ♥

GO READ SOME FANFICTION!

It would be remiss of me not to promote fanfiction, so click on that link! There are 71 fanfics for this ship at the moment. Please read every single one of them, like the studious ship scholar you were born to be.

If you don't have time to read them all (boo!) here are some recommendations. If it were up to me, I would recommend them all, but I have restricted myself to five fics and no more than one per author, but feel free to DM me if you want more recs and I will happily provide (the answer is all of them). I decided to pick five which are set within canon for accessibility, but there's tonnes of post-canon ones and AUs too!

naqoyqatsi by Simbay

extraordinary by baconNeggs

An Arrow Straight Through My Heart by smallweirdo

A Better Tomorrow by Ms_Juniper

MODERATION by Froggo

It was so hard to just pick five. You don't understand. That's why I restricted myself to canon timelines and even then it was hard. Please just read every fic in that tag, then when you're done, write some. I will read them all and leave you a gushingly adoring comment.

IN CONCLUSION, I LOVE FUSHIRUHA AND YOU SHOULD TOO

[blueequin0x]

I'm almost always very cautious when downloading anything or clicking almost any link, if anything I'm probably too anxious about it

But then the second it's any utau files that someone recommends, I'll instantly trust the most sketchy looking dropbox site and then unzip a random folder called "plugin.zip" that was uploaded 14 years ago without any fear

(in my own defence even the official utau software stuff looks like it hasn't been updated since speaking in catlol was a thing)

[mirensiart]

it's 4am and my cat hunted a big ass moth, carried it on her mouth, left it on my bed ON MY PILLOW, and when i yelled at this big ass moth being in my face she then pounced on it, ate it in front of me, looked at me like "u useless human" and went back to sleep

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

something about the only two widely hc-ed black women in marauders era (mary and dorcas) being the sexiest hottest eye-candied women in hogwarts (casanovas of gryffindor and slytherin respectively) & desi james potter being accused of "taking regulus' innocence" who is just generally infantilized and shown to be pure & remus being a minority who is portrayed to be aggressive and harmful and downright violent living up to that and being overbearingly dominant and borderline abusive to his white smaller, emotionally vulnerable partner who won't leave them & evan being the only marauders era man hc-ed as black (though occasionally) being constantly shown as violent and creepy and um . i cant talk about anyone else because there's no one else to talk about ,, but like . something about them

[pxgsy]

bugly af

[forgivenpunishment]

crash and burn (and don't look back)

⩥ @orangetintedglasses || plot continuation

Wolfwood hadn't expected a red carpet welcoming him to the facility or anything, but he'd be lying if he told himself that the Eye of Michael's preparations—or lack thereof—weren't a bruise to his ego. Considering how obvious it is that this facility in the middle of nowhere with its own extensive power grid is the one holding Vash, it's surprising that there aren't nearly enough defenses outside to hinder the undertaker as he storms forward with his goal in the forefront of his mind.

Puppets—of all things—have been his main enemy thus far. Like… from the creepy puppet guy. Wolfwood doesn't know much about Knives's knife drawer, but he's seen the cartoonish puppeteer and found himself unimpressed. Truly, this is a man they intend on throwing in for fodder and not one intended to do any real physical damage to anyone without a gun, because this is pathetic.

Punisher tears through vehicles and weapons and reinforced doors without mercy, the man behind the gun unrelenting in his warpath. Those damned human-like puppets crumple to pieces after one concussive blow or a few stray bullets. Wolfwood finds himself yet to take a hit, even as the scenery shifts from that of an industrial yard to one of a laboratory crafted in true Eye of Michael fashion.

Here is where he begins to encounter real people—well, as real as anyone from the Eye gets—and it's time for him to get serious.

He'd been prepared to slay anyone who got in his way today, but even now his fingers hesitate before pulling Punisher's trigger. What's wrong with him? These people are so far gone—and!!—they have Vash captive. So why does it sting when thoughts of Vash wincing with each meaty slap of bullet on flesh flood his mind? Why does the idea of watching Vash meander through blood-stained halls and seeing the way he mourns people who wanted to hurt him turn his stomach so bad…?

Fine. Fine. Vash wins this time. He doesn't have the time to deal with this petty morality, doesn't have time to weigh individual sins before issuing his own personal judgment day—

Thankfully, faces don't take kindly to the broad end of the Punisher. It's probably for the best that he saves ammo for whoever awaits him in Vash's containment—because surely there will be someone. Knives, Legato, maybe even that brat with the nails. Maybe they finally succeeded in giving her a body that Wolfwood can take her seriously in rather than that of a child, but then again that'd require Conrad successfully 'creating' Independents that don't wither and die within a year or whatever, so maybe it's for the best that he never gets to see that day.

Despite the mental preparation, by the time Wolfwood reaches the internal laboratory rooms and wards, the place feels… empty. Something is… definitely wrong here—there's some plan, he can tell, but when yet another door hisses open to a stark white room and Plants peacefully floating in their bulbs, he can't tell anymore what the game is. Is Vash being buried deep in this facility part of the plan? Maybe he'll take too long, and that's when the extra security shows up and overwhelms him…

Hydraulics hiss behind him as the doors close, and the only sound Wolfwood can hear outside of his rushing pulse is the sound of the soles of his shoes tapping softly against the sanitary white tile. Looking around him, he does see papers and clipboards—far less advanced than anything Luida or Brad use on their ship—scattered, like whoever was working here left fast. The undertaker picks up a paper at his feet and holds it in front of himself.

It's… a chart. Vash's vitals, medicines administered… it's incomplete, but… perhaps it's worth keeping around in case Luida needs to know. He tucks it into an interior pocket and continues to walk to the end of the room. The Plants lining the sides of it seem to be too exhausted to interact with him—probably with good reason if Vash's burst of energy tripped them up. Something about them feels… wrong… but Wolfwood can't put a finger on it, not even as he reaches the proudest bulb in the room—one big enough to hold Vash the Stampede in captivity.

He looks so… small… like this.

Wolfwood analyzes the panel and holographic table controlling the bulb's access, but… he's not particularly good at accessing these kinds of things. One wrong move could hurt Vash, but… he doesn't have a lot of time…

His hand hovers over a palm reader, which flashes red beneath his skin. No access this time. Shit.

He's not coming out all this way, getting himself caught by the Eye again, for Vash to stay sealed up in that shitty bulb sleeping. The tips of his fingers rap against the hollow surface of the locked holo-keyboard. If people left fast enough, there's a chance someone left their ID behind, right?

Leaving Vash's side for a moment, Wolfwood briskly shifts two bulbs over and finds a skewed pair of glasses on top of a physical ID. Jackpot.

The Plant right next to him feels strange to be around, like… maybe this is how it feels being next to a dying Plant. There's a deep sorrow in the atmosphere, and Wolfwood feels a heaviness from tears unshed. He can't help but approach the closed Dependent and cock his head at the glass sadly, inquisitively.

"Don't worry, your brother's gonna be fine… I'll make sure, alright?" Wolfwood apprehensively places a palm upon the glass, furrowing his brow with equal parts determination and confusion. Not looking to linger, especially considering any of these girls could drag his consciousness away at the worst moment, he reluctantly pulls away and returns to Vash's body with the ID card in hand. It works, and with several menus and warning screens eagerly clicked through, Wolfwood finally reaches a blinking warning screen and an ultimate confirmation dialog.

'Warning: Auto-release unavailable. Manual retrieval mandatory.'

Yes. Okay.

'Preemptive retrieval of body may result in heavy fluid intake. Be sure to have a plan in place to prevent drowning the subject.'

Can Vash drown? Shit. Uh…

'Set countdown for 1:00?'

Suddenly uncertain, Wolfwood bites his lip and flips his attention from the computer screen to the sleeping Vash in the bulb. With a heaving sigh, he flings his suit jacket off and shoves his sleeves up to his biceps. It seems that taking a little dip is going to be inevitable… these bulbs have a small fish-bowl like entrance that he can access once the cables detach from Vash's body and stop conducting the fluid with electricity that'd likely stop Wolfwood's heart… assuming he's not so much of a Plant at this point that he could survive the slightly electric liquid that feeds and houses Dependent Plants.

With a deep breath, he begins the countdown, and makes his way to the back of the bulb. The ladder to get into the tank is the most intimidating thing he's faced all day, he's pretty sure. All of the jitters he'd been feeling before leaving rock him all at once—will Vash be happy to see him? Will he be okay? Will he… even want to escape? Okay, that's out of the question—Wolfwood is not about to allow Knives to have his hands on Vash, no matter what's at stake.

There's always another way. Vash makes it look so easy.

The timer clicks off in time with the tubes and wires unsealing, and Wolfwood doesn't hesitate to sling himself into the bulb and push himself towards Vash's limp body. The first touch is electric—a spark to reignite recognition, hopefully.

Mentally, he calls out to his stubborn… ex-boyfriend? Boyfriend? His… Vash.

'Vash? Can you hear me? You have to get out of this bulb, but don't freak out, it's just me here… I'm here...'

[sergeanthatredbignaturals]

Guys Silco’s pupil literally changes shape over the course of the series

In act one it’s enlarged, nearly eclipsing that eyes smaller iris (see references here)

In act 2, it’s been eaten inwards at the sides, revealing more of his iris

It’s now all squiggly

Don’t ask how long i was looking at him to realise this, you don’t need to know

[year2000electronics]

another interesting part of billford to me is the veil of truth and lies. i feel like ford is very vitriolic towards bill not only because of the betrayal and the portal, but also the idea that none of their bond was ever “real”. of course, book of bill shows us that bill really did see himself in ford, and they struck a companionship that i don’t think bill has ever managed to achieve with anyone else, but bill ALSO has a habit of denying all of that sappy sentimentality! the last pages of TBOB are him shrieking at the reader that he “doesn’t miss ANYONE” and how he’ll be back.

so i can only imagine for ford, bill’s taunting must have sounded a lot like “i was lying about EVERYTHING, liking you included”. and of course, bill could never correct that mistake, because that would mean admitting vulnerability.

[sporadicchildsoul]

I'm back chat!!!!!!!! had to go on a little break because of health issues but your boy is back and better than ever :p

[blueequin0x]

I finally got the motivation to log into Tumblr on my phone so now my 5 followers get to deal with 10x more yapping >:]

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

Wipl h elaborate on YOUR wip...pls

I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WOULD ASK ME okay so !! ghoul pandora x human mary

tw/cw: ghouls, eating animals, self cannibalism

they're staying at mary's aunt's house in the quaint countryside and pandora hasn't eaten in days; she's ravenous, she's delirious, she's scared; terrified that she's going to hurt mary, that she's going to wake up and see the pretty girl curled up to her chest, smell her blood, and feel her heart, and sink her canines into it, she's so scared, so weak she sleeps all day, and another day passes, and another, and everything mary gives her she eats, and then throws up. mary seen pandora lose control, seen her attack strays in the forbidden forest and it gets so hard, it gets so, so hard, she thought she saw the worst of it when she saw pandora's hand in a slashed open baby deer, saw the eyes of a predator in the girl she loved and threw up and made pandora swear she'd never do it again - she wasn't sure what she meant by 'it', she's smart, she knows pandora needs it, needs to eat, she knows that when she's asleep pandora slips from their bed and eats and eats and eats and wipes her mouth and comes back and kisses mary with it the next morning but she's. alright with it.

but this time it's different - pandora doesn't sneak out and mary, sweet, stupid girl she think it'll be okay, that she's figured something out till pandora retching in the toilet because she bit off her own finger.

mary's scared, so scared, so pale and shaken and standing in the corner of a horror movie she feels she's directed, and she breaks down and tells pandora to eat, to live, to do whatever it takes because she'd rather an animal die than the love of her life, she goes to bed and she calms herself, tells herself it's okay and pandora will live and that next time, she won't let pandora starve herself for nine days.

it's all okay and quiet and sweet till she wakes up to bloody sheets and her aunt crying downstairs. she asks what's wrong and her aunt, sweet aunt hannah, is crying because their helpless, blind, old neighbour's dog was ravaged by some wolf and she fell down the stairs of her home and no one, no one knew. she's fine, aunt hannah assures mary she's fine but mary knows she isn't, she knows that even if she is she herself isn't she goes back upstairs and pandora's there and pandora's so clueless, so tame, so content it makes her angrier and sadder and breaks her heart and soul and before she can think she hits her and pandora's so upset because she only did what mary said. mary said she could eat whatever and she still only ate the dog, not the woman inside, not a human, not mary's aunt nor cousins and mary's angry angry angry and hits her and throws her out and pandora sits behind the house where she knows mary can see through their - her - window, sits there for days and doesn't move, doesn't eat, doesn't talk, doesn't cry even though she's so, so confused and so, so hungry. it's only two weeks, she tells herself, then they'll be out of here and back to their apartment where mary can get that nauseating raw chicken from the market that pandora will eat anyway, it's just two weeks and she's dizzy by the second, just twelve more days, she thinks, but by the fourth she's lost another finger and by the time she crawls back to their apartment behind mary she's lost an arm, she's hungry and she's upset and she's sick and mary watches and watches and watches her, still as pandora trails her own blood into the apartment, onto the carpet they both picked out.

then um idk

[mothmanavenue]

can i confess something else that will absolutely get me stoned in the town square since im dropping my unpopular opinions. I don’t like altean broadsword Lance. i already disliked red paladin Lance. the broadsword was like rubbing salt in the wound. why couldn’t he have his own niche. why was his character development just making him keith. i understand that it was like “he accepts that he doesn’t have to be a leader and excels as a co-leader and you can find happiness that way yada yada yada”. but you could’ve done that without making him keith. also now give him something unique, cool, that falls in line with his sniper bit. i’m not saying just give him another gun, im saying give him something quiet and lethal. like a garotte. yeah i want garotte lance.

i yap a lot more in my notes by the way if you were interested in other unpopular opinions. don’t send me hate messages or comments i won’t read it and will block viciously i also will not be debating this this is my hill to die on <3

[carb0n-m0n0xide]

Beautiful gal i found last night by our crawling jazmine

Because im stupid i might make an oc off her

@bees-with-a-camera @the-ellia-west @theweirdbox123 feel like yall wpuld appreciate this silly milly :3

[m0thdoctor]

Sydney’s newfound friend

didn’t Adam just suggest sydney to k!ll himself huh

[mirensiart]

4th GIANT moth that finds it's way into my room in the past week making my cat go absolutely insane in the past week

4th GIANT moth that hits me in the face followed by my cat hitting me in the face too while trying to chase it, all the while I'm TRYING to draw

[shitty-skyblings-doodles-daily]

today, it’s pearl’s turn to yap! grian and jimmy just got to know a lot more moth facts!