#Blue eyed samurai imagine

[starandcloud]

Blue Eye Samurai Imagine

Imagine if Mizu wasn't seen as a Onryo but a subject of beauty

Imagine if she was seen as something Godlike because of her eyes

Imagine if there were men who were trying to grapple for Mizu at her birth

Imagine if she grew up in the palace alongside other princesses like here that had special physical beauties like ginger hair or freckles

Imagine her being sought after by men that had only heard of her sapphire eyes

Imagine instead of being alongside of the other girls she was usually found out with the men being better at swordship then them

Imagine no one daring to argue with her because of the belief she was seen as a divine being

Imagine the myths of "The Blue Eyed Princess" and "The sapphire eyed boy" floating around, no one knowing that they were one in the same. Well no one except one

Imagine Akemi having met Mizu, as she made her away around Japan with a mission to find and kill the men that had cursed her.

Imagine Taigan being a simple Ramen chef and Ringo being a sword master

Imagine the story being retold with a different voice

[nightfall-kachiniko]

“THE SAME EYES AS YOU..” ✩ˎˊ˗ pt.1

mizu x reader || blue eyed samurai ᝰ.ᐟ

a/n: i thought this would be a super cool concept to see in BES, so I hope you enjoy.

You don’t know how you got here, all you knew is you did. Walking through the snow barely able to stand, your legs dragging behind you. Drops of blood streamed down your rough skin.

It was so windy and cold. The snow had to be over 4 feet deep as the blizzard forced your body forward. The air was so brittle and dry you couldn’t feel your skin.

Crisp snow blew in your face, blinding you from the little vision you could see.

The only thing you could feel was the little bit of warmth your blood carried inside of you.

Until it was the only thing you could feel. As it all got weary, and warmed you all around, sending a hot streak up your body. Until it hit the ground.

your eyes fluttered open slightly, as you swayed in and out of consciousness. Your body was on the floor, but it wasn’t of snow. Instead it was wood, a hard wooden floor. the coldness was now a crackling warmth, as voices muttered all around you.

“I don’t trust it.” you could make out a man’s voice saying, then a sharp shing of metal.

“Wait! Stop we haven’t even talked to her yet!” another said, more high pitched.

you used whatever strength you could find in your drowsy body to lift yourself up, a grut of shock coming from behind you. you turned over on the floor, trying to sit up, a blade meeting your face.

You yelped in shock. Quickly crawling yourself backwards from the metal in your face.

“Taigen! Stop! I told you you’d scare her!”

You screamed looking up at the man infront of you. He was an Asian man with dark hair, his eyebrows knitted as his face held a look of uncertainty but fierceness.

You screamed in fear of the blade drawn infront of you, as you huddled yourself backwards, shutting your eyes closed. “SHUT UP!” The man said harshly, gritting his teeth.

“GET AWAY FROM ME!” You yelled, crawling yourself backwards.

He looked at the other man, confused at the way you were speaking. Your Japanese sounded weird, different.

“ugh..” a scoff was heard. “be quiet,” a man’s voice distantly said, pulling open the cabin door.

“What did you bring in this time taigen? “he said sarcastically.

They wore a big hat, covering their eyes, but all you could see was the sword strapped to their side.

thats until their eyes met yours. It went quiet as the man backed up, eyes widening in shock as he stared into yours. those orange glasses covering his own.

All that filled the room was the crackle of the fire place and your quiet frantic breaths of fear.

“Taigen, put the sword down.” They ordered, their eyes not leaving yours. The man hesitantly glanced between you and him before doing so.

All he could do is stare at you. And you knew why. Of course, you were different. Your hair was different, your skin, nobody was like you.

until they took off their glasses.

What you didn’t know, was they were too.

and like a mirror, blue eyes stared back at you.

you locked eyes with this man, as his gaze became soft, almost comfortable looking back into yours.

and for a spit second you felt safe with this stranger.

“Your eyes..” you both said.

“they’re just like mine.”

[sweetchildcloud]

This are my crushes and what...does it say about me?

[sophswritingthings]

i’ve never done an ask before, so sorry if i get this wrong!!

could you do mizu x fem reader who’s visually impaired/blind? i feel like she’s so so well with a visually impaired partner since she grew up with the sword father !!!

pairing: mizu x fem!blind!reader

warning(s): none <3 it’s very fluffy

a/n: there’s no way to do an ask wrong here, dw about it <3 these are just gonna be some head-canons; I couldn’t think of a one-shot as of now, I’ll come back to it if I can!!

word count: 400 words / 2,109 characters 

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     • she met you stumbling through the forest; Injured. it was obvious you were blind; your eyes were blue and cloudy.

     • she saw you were scared. she saw you were injured, and probably easily spooked, seeing as you were blind

     • she slowly approached you, whispering that it was okay, and that she wasn’t here to hurt you

     • she had a lot of experience with this; seeing as she grew up with her sword-father, who was also blind

     • she gently sat you down in the snow, introducing herself and letting you know again she was a threat.

     • you nodded. you felt you could trust her. you slowly reached a hand up, brushing a hand across her jaw. she seemed jittery about being touched; but she didn’t push you away

     • your touch felt…. warm. nice.

     • you just seemed to be getting a feel for her; seeing as your hand soon traveled down to her hand. you felt her hands, which were rough and calloused

     • it allowed you to know she was a samurai. a strong, skilled one, at that

     • you seemed to trust her, so she offered to take you to a nearby town to get you stitched up.

     • you agree. she helps you out of the snow, and she walks you to the nearest town. she sees an empty cabin, and takes you in there. you though she was going to take you to an apothecary; not do it herself.

     • it made you flustered, knowing she would be touching you

     • she stitched you up gently, asking questions to get to know you. you intrigued her. 

     • before you knew it; you were staying with a samurai. someone who actually knew how to handle you; how to be gentle and kind knowing you couldn’t see. she even taught you some things that her “sword-father” had done.

     • you knew you were falling for her; even if you couldn’t see her, you knew she was a beautiful soul. 

     • and she was falling for you, too, seeing the way you moved about your inability to see. how it didn’t stop you from doing almost anything you sent your mind to; hell, she'd even taught you a little with her blade.

    • you guys def got hitched very quickly <3 she couldn’t spend another second not having you as her wife.

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[libbyfandom]

Let's Be a Brat and Ruin Mizu's Image: Imagine

Imagine Madam Kanji meeting you. She sees how Mizu acts protective of you, allows you to touch her with barely a grumble, and how you two share a room when you’re in town. Naturally she’d start assuming things.

She asks you if the blue eyed samurai “Is as naturally skilled between a woman’s legs as he is with his katana.”

And instead of getting shy you’re internally like ‘Hahaha I’m gonna ruin her cred for funsies’.

And you just fabricate the craziest, most embarrassing ass lies until the prostitutes in the room have bulging eyes. There may have been something about humping your leg like a dog in heat.

Later that night you’re kneeling on the mat, tying up your hair to prepare to sleep when a hand grabs the back of your neck and smashes your face into the pillow.

You have a wickedly pleased smile as a heavy form of lithe muscle presses you down into the floor.

The free hand wretches your yukata up over your hips. A low, icy voice breathes along your ear.

“You. Are. Not. Funny.”

[arthenaa]

Could i ask for HCs of Mizu with a mommy kink? Like her liking to be called that? Thank you!

Mizu with a Mommy Kink (18+ mdni after the line) gender neutral! reader

ALRIGHT

Honestly, the kink stemmed from the fact that she's a natural protector

She may have a contradicting personality with regards to socialization but overall, it's probably because it's influenced by the values and mindset that she learned from when she was young

Violence had never been the right answer and while the world continues to change influenced by the bloodbath in its history, why can't she make use of it as a way to save others?

yeahh getting philosophical in a fucking nsfw post YEAHHH

anyways, you and Mizu had been acquainted for a while now and she respects you enough to be somewhat vulnerable with you

It's the same with you as well, you regard Mizu as a close confidant of your life stories

It's safe to say that you know each other well enough despite how it looks

There have also been quite close calls that made your relationship with Mizu border something more than acquaintances slash friends with a question mark in bold (its for the emphasis)

So imagine to your surprise how worked up she gets over a joke you made after commenting on her natural need to protect

"Y'know," You lick your lips, eyes squinting as you assessed the woman before you quietly drinking her tea. "You have a natural sense of protecting. Kinda like a mommy."

The blue-eyed samurai freezes in her place

It was a look of horror at first and you were quite tipsy during that time (you two were lounging at your home)

So your thought process was, heyyy why not make fun of this mf while I have no shame

so you did

The look of horror, turned into being uncomfortable until her cheeks flushed to a deep shade of red

You've never seen someone change emotions in just a few seconds

You were enjoying this clearly

Mizu was having none of it and while the term did fluster and invoke horrors worthy enough of the judgment of Izanami no Mikoto

Fueled by her emotions, her secret-not-so-secret attraction towards you, and her need to shut you up, Mizu moved towards you

And now you're where you are now

NSFW

Soft dom with a hint of sadistic tendencies

She likes making you beg and plead for her to do something, then turn a 180 and praise you for your work

loves loves loves overstimulating you

I think its because she hasn't gotten any action over the past few years that all she's doing is take take take from you

You're writhing and shaking in the sheets with just her mouth and she hasn't even gone to her fingers yet

She loves looking down at you, reveling in the superiority that your submission to her brings

It makes her menacing tbh but its hot okay

This mf eats you up like a champ

Fast learner

Has a good stamina but her refractory period can take some time

so yeah it ultimately ends up with you overstimulating a dozen times before she finally gets to have her own release (also probs bc she prioritizes your pleasure over her own)

she loves it

She gives you reigns at first, just to let her know what to do and a few seconds later, your eyes are rolling in the back of your head

Quite manipulative in bed

Says a lot of things like, "you're mine right?", "say you want me", "tell mommy that she's all you need"

you indulge her manipulative tendencies tho

all of this is making you develop a praise kink omf

Sometimes gets overwhelmed by the pleasure and pushes you too far but thats okay cuz its mizu

Stops completely and stares you down when you stop saying mommy

That completely just puts you in your spot

Then her voice drops to a chill and calm tone and suddenly you're shivering and flushing at her stare

Know how people's eyes get duller when they're in the state of lust or smn

Hers get brighter for some reason

She likes positions that allow her to wrap her arms around you or where her body is either on top or covering you

yeahhh stems from the need to protect

After you and Mizu establish this kind of relationship, she begins to act more mischievous around you

MIZU IS MISCHIEVOUS damn, that mf will tease you like its nothing

she will eye you up with no shame, whisper in your ear like its not bothering you, and then act like she hasn't done anything at all

Esp when she gets joke gifts from the brothel like sex toys and what not

She will use them on you and you will limp for a week

More of a service-top rather than receiving

She likes the reactions she's pulling out of you and when you return the favor, she pampers you with so much love and affection and you just flush in shyness

yeaaaaa, its okay to be a red flag in bed as long as it's mizu

[honeymochibubbletea]

Whaaat? Someone who also likes BES and Fluffpillow's Ocs??? Dude, are you like, my sibling or something??

I saw your whole blog and I gotta say: you have a LOT of potential!! ;D

Keep doing your thing! (No pressure though!)

And hey... Could i present to you a really random ship? *Inhales deeply*:

Fowler and Dr. Phantasmo?

Hurray! Finally my hard work is paying off! :3

Yes that’s how random i can be: i can mix together two things that are basically impossible to happen in canon and, you know, just have some fun imagining how for example these characters would interact with each other, would they bond or hate each others guts? That’s the fun thing of imagination: when you don’t care about what others might think about your ideas, you leave room for cool endless possibilities! :)

Also: thank you very much for the kind words~♪ ;3

As for your request… that’s… genuinely a very, VERY interesting idea!

Let’s see what can i work with:

Dr. Phantasmo x Abijah Fowler headcanons:

If we ignore the ACTUAL dates where Telltown and BES takes place and pretend these two are in the same year (now which year would be up to you, dear readers), we can work better with these headcanons, alright? Good.

And now, without further ado: Fowler would have recognized Phantasmo (formerly known as Victor) thanks to T-oby (i’ll explain better on my mini series (or should i say one-shots?) of fanfics that i’ve promised of BESxTelltown) that he (AF) remembered when he was visiting a small town and saw him (T-oby) in the distance and decided to greet the robot. They have exchanged some small talk until Fowler brought up about Victor:

AF: where is that genius scientist who created you?

T-oby: o-oh… w-well… you see… my father isn’t the same anymore…

AF: Oh? May i see him then? I am curious to see what you mean by “isn’t the same anymore”! Has he finally saw how the world truly works? Perhaps it could be that?

T-oby: . . .I… i don’t think he’s going to remember you but… s-sure…

And so, they both went to see Phantasmo: T-oby was carrying a lot of plastic bags with things that his father asked him to bring and Abijah didn’t offer any help (because he be like that, an asshole)

When they finally got to the mansion where Phantasmo lives, Fowler couldn’t help but chuckle and comment about how worn out that mansion was, it was such a waste having a big house like that and not taking care of it

When they opened the door and went downstairs to Phantasmo’s lab, Fowler was surprised to see a ghost and not a man. He points to Phantasmo and asks T-oby if that was him: Victor.

T-oby: Yes… and n-no… it’s hard to explain… you know? A lot has… changed ever since you and that blue eyed samurai left…

Phantasmo was so busy that he didn’t hear the two talking or rather, he couldn’t care less about who his “son” brought to his home

Fowler laughed loudly and said that explained the reason why the mansion was in such a bad state. Phantasmo started to growl quietly and told his “son” to get rid of the “guest” because he (AF) was disturbing him (Phantasmo).

T-oby: m-maybe we should g-go… my dad hates being disturbed and-! H-hey…! What do you think you are doing??

Fowler ignored T-oby’s warnings and decided to sneak up on the scientist. But he quickly turned just in time before Fowler could give a big old pat in his back:

Phantasmo: are you deaf or something? Am i speaking in French? I said you must leave!

Fowler: Aye now, aye now! Why are you treating an old friend like that? You used to be a lot nicer, Vict-!

T-oby quickly ran into Fowler’s direction and placed his hands over his mouth. The robot quickly apologized to his father and tried to bring Fowler with him to another room of the mansion. But was stopped by his father, who told his “son” to take off his hands off the man’s mouth:

Phantasmo: an old “friend”… you say? Pardon you but WHO the fuck are you…? Also, how do you know my n- ahem, my OLD name?

AF: Wow! So you are saying you don’t remember me? You hurt me! *fakes dramatic pose and smirks* how could you forget me? I was that man who was accompanied by that blue eyed miss and-

Phantasmo: wait… can… can you repeat that again…?

AF: hey, don’t cut off me like that, it’s rude. But continuing: i am that man who was accompanied by that blue eyed-

Phantasmo: samurai… hmm… what was her name? What was her name… Mizu…? Yeah, yeah! Mizu!

AF: hey, i already told you to not interrupt me like that… and you remember her? And not… me? Oh, you have hurt me even more now! *fakes gasp and places one hand over chest*

Phantasmo: you know… i Think I’m… starting to remember you too~ yeah, weren’t you that man who wanted to buy T-oby~? *starts circling around the red hair man*

AF: so that’s ALL you remember ME for? Ohoho, you know how to “flatter” someone… specially an old friend!

Phantasmo bursts out laughing and compliments Fowler’s sarcasm… then, Phantasmo offered him to sit on a seat and the two started to keep in touch of what happened to both of them:

Phantasmo explained that his memory wasn’t always the best and because of that he doesn’t remember a lot of things after he died: he doesn’t know where is his wife (he presumes that she’s dead), he doesn’t remember his past life and etc…

Abijah explained to Phantasmo that the reason he was accompanied by Mizu was because he was one of the suspects of being her father and that she was holding him “hostage” until she found the other two men who probably brought her out to this world. Phantasmo laughed at him and told him he was being too weak of being held as a hostage by someone who he could easily overpower. Fowler just shrugged off and said that indeed he had the upper hand against Mizu but she quickly turned the table and was ready to kill him…

Phantasmo: T-oby! Bring some tea for this gentleman! NOW!

AF: is that offer still available? I really could pay good money for him!

Phantasmo: Hmmm… just… how much are we talking about~?

AF: 100,000,000 golden ryu~♪

T-oby “accidentally” dropped the hot tea tray on Fowler and looked at Phantasmo angrily until he cowered when his dad looked at him even more angrily…

Phantasmo: forgive my… “son”… he is sometimes a little clumsy but nothing like a good old spanking wouldn’t resolve this… are you still willing to buy him~?

AF: hmmm… he seems to love you a lot, but yes: i am still thinking of buying him~♪

T-oby: H-HOW ABOUT YOU MOVE IN TO OUR MANSION? AFTER ALL, YOU ARE STILL HIDING FROM MIZU, R-RIGHT?? HERE IS THE PERFECT PLACE TO-!

Phantasmo shouted at T-oby and told him to shut up. The poor robot went silent and basically that’s how Abijah moved in to Phantasmo’s mansion!

These two would be plotting many evil plans to take over the world (technically, Fowler already owned entire armies and had many costumers because of his trafficking and other illegal things he does. But the more the better)

Charlie would have a lot of difficulty to reach Phantasmo now thanks to Fowler (have you seen his aim?? He has scarily good aim… and also his size-). She would need to team up with Mizu to beat him and Phantasmo. And how would that happen if Mizu was probably at the other side of the world? Well… T-oby may or may not have secretly tried to sail (along with Charlie and Squirt) to find Mizu and tried to bring her to Fowler, so that way she could finally have her revenge and T-oby would be free from that man🤭

These two (Mizu and Charlie) would team up to take down Phantasmo and Fowler and Charlie made it very, VERY clear to Mizu that they wouldn’t be killing ANYONE. That they would sent both Phantasmo and Fowler to the prison: where they belong. Of course, Mizu is very against the idea and wants to kill Fowler. They have a little fight here and there but eventually Mizu agrees to just send Fowler to the prison.

These two (AF and Phantasmo) would pass off the “can’t stand this bitch for one minute🙄” to “me and bestieee🥰” kind of vibes, you know?

If they somehow had the idea of marrying each other, it would probably go down like this:

Phantasmo: Buhahahahaha! Give up now! We are going to take over the world you fools! And there’s nothing you and your blue eyed friend can do to stop us!!!

Fowler: hey, hey. Phantasmo.

Phantasmo: WHAT? Can’t you see i am in the middle of an evil speech?

Fowler: i was here thinking… we could be something more than… evil partners in crime you know?

Phantasmo: are you really suggesting what i think you’re suggesting right NOW?

Fowler: *bends in on knee* i know right now isn’t the best time but… would you marry me?

Charlie: . . .

Mizu: . . .

T-oby: . . . *screaming internally* “please say no, please say no, please say n-“

Phantasmo: . . . are you serious right now?

Fowler: *opens ring box, revealing a big diamond ring*

Phantasmo: *snatching the diamond ring as soon as he sees it and placing on his finger* Yeah, yeah sure whatever, we are married now and i’ll be the husband of this relationship, understood? Good.

Fowler: *chuckles and gets up to teasingly kiss Phantasmo on the cheek*

Charlie: oh God i think i’m gonna puke-

Mizu: simply d i s g u s t i n g.

T-oby: *faints*

Phantasmo: *blushing and shouting at Fowler* Abijah! Don’t kiss me in front of my arch nemesis!

Fowler: *laughs even more*

After they would get married, i imagine that they would constantly bicker a lot but would still “love” each other, lol

Phantasmo would sometimes try to kill Abijah to take possession of his fortune, lol (and Abijah couldn’t be bothered by it because Heiji shindo also tried to kill him when they were “business” partners. So he (AF) is used to it by now, lol)

Usually it’s Abijah who is the one who makes Phantasmo flustered, because he (Phantasmo) is easily flustered by any little thing that Fowler does: especially his public “affection”

And that’s it! If i have more ideas and headcanons for these two, i’ll probably Reblog and update! Bu-byeee~!

[mizulvr]

THE PEARL AND THE OCEAN.

ACT 1: SOFT BELLIED LOVE.

( or: the story of senju, and how she crossed paths with our favorite blue eyed samurai. will be split into different parts to reflect her backstory. the first act will focus on the truest part of herself, set in stone before anything else – her name. )

xuân sen is dead.

suppose that's a bit misleading .. that's not entirely the case. the girl from central vietnam, the daughter of the oyster shucker and the cloth merchant, is still very much alive.

her true name, her true face – that's what's dead.

‘con,’ she remembers her mother saying as she cracks open the shell of another oyster. they're sitting on crates stacked along the coastline, where other women and men sit and crack the tough things open. the air is damp, sticky with the smell of saltwater. ‘what do you reckon i'll see when i open this shell?’

‘a pearl, mẹ,’ she responds dutifully. after all, she's watched her mother shuck oysters for years – she may be only four, but she at least knows what to expect when her mother pops open the stubborn shells.

‘that's right,’ her mother nods as she finally cracks the shiny halves apart and reveals a tiny pearl the size of her pinky nail. ‘you see how tiny it is, how fragile? yet it would take the full strength of a man to crack it open. it's pretty and it's worth a lot of money, but what really matters is that it's resilient.’

her mother turns to her then, eyes unreadable – like two black stars staring back at her.

‘your father is .. soft-bellied,’ her mother sighs. ‘sensitive. he has left it up to me to be the man between the two of us. here i am, with callused hands and brittle nails and hair that reeks of fish, all because he alone cannot provide for us in these times.’

she sighs then, gazing off into the distance, and little xuân sen stares up at her and wonders what that look means. she imagines that there is something beyond the horizon that only her mother can see – something only visible to the eyes of a woman like her mother.

which is silly, because nobody is like her mother.

‘i used to have that same softness, too,’ her mother continues, shaking her out of her brief contemplation. ‘when he was courting me, i fell for him so quickly. how could i not? every day and night that i could not be with him was like a candle burning at the edges of my heart. i ached for him, con.’

the next oyster is snapped open, with all the force of a woman plagued with a special, seething type of rage only known to her and others like her. scorned women. bitter women. women who were robbed in some way.

‘and look where that got me.’

the words are bitter, acid rain leaking into the little girl's mind as she feels the tug of sympathy for her mother pull at her.

the next oyster her mother shucks is popped open unceremoniously, the knife held with a white-knuckled grip. ‘you have regrettably inherited this tenderness from your father. your heart bleeds to the point where it's all you can do. but con, if you want to survive, you must make your heart like this pearl. beautiful and valuable, but stern. strong. unfeeling.’

her mother finally turns to look at her then, her eyes steely – sharp like the branches that cast shadows over her bedroom wall at night. her voice is careful, slow in the way that xuân sen recognizes as the voice her mother uses when she tears her father apart and eats him alive behind closed doors. the idea of it being her that her mother picks out between her teeth this time terrifies her.

‘do not make the same mistake i did, con. do not allow your heart to ache so easily for tender men. it will never do you any good.’

and, be it through fear or some other irrational reason, senju quickly swore to it.

that had been twenty years ago.

now, senju looks at herself in her mirror with all the coldness and guarded poise that her mother had once feigned. she was a good girl, and so she did as her mother asked – hardening her heart to the whims of the world.

her father, the sensitive man her mother – his own wife – had warned her about, had been the one to pick her true name.

‘sen,’ he had repeated. ‘little lotus. fragile and delicate, only able to graze the surface of calmest waters. what a fitting name for a child so .. breakable.’

that syllable had been the only part of her true self that she had taken with her when she fled to japan, sequestered away to begin a new life ��� far away from the war-torn hellfire her motherland had become.

perhaps it had been an act of pity, to humor her father's sympathetic whims. perhaps it had been a reminder as to who she was before, how much she had fought to claw her way to her current position.

or maybe, just maybe, she wasn't the pearl in the oyster. perhaps she had kept that part of herself with her out of some filial duty to her home, to her family. to a mother and father who were long gone. as an act of honor, or of respect.

perhaps the days sitting with her mother as she shucked oysters had held some love within the memories she had. perhaps her father's hands, effortless at the loom, had been a source of comfort for her. perhaps she was still as soft bellied as him – with her heart beating to the tune of her mother's voice and her father's laugh.

then senju looks at the mirror again, and all illusions of the pitiable girl she used to be are gone.

xuân sen is dead. i made sure of it. i split her in half like an oyster.

looking at herself now, senju is almost unrecognizable. with face-whitening powder to conceal the darker pallor of her skin and traditional garbs from her homeland discarded in favor of the latest edo-japan fashions, she's crawled out of that oyster and revealed the pearl sitting inside.

senju. when written a certain way, the characters mean immortal pearl.

that's what she is. an immortal pearl, unable to die no matter how much the world seemed to want to gut her like the fish that permeated her childhood. not the sensitive, pink-cheeked little lotus her father had mistaken her for and her mother had feared she would become.

senju is a pearl, immortal and unbreakable. a stubborn heart guarded by .. something. whatever it is, she doesn't quite know yet. be it greed, spite, the drive to keep living when the world had once seemed content to try and rip her to shreds ..

well. whatever it was, it made her able to brave any roaring waves that would try and cut through her.

as she applies the rest of the face-whitening powder on her cheeks before getting ready to leave, she wonders if there will ever be a man or woman to court her.

someone strong, cold like she is, with little of the syrupy sweetness her father had once had. no, she would not become her mother. she had sworn against it, and that began with finding someone unlike her father in every feasible way.

maybe they would be a samurai. they were usually regarded as stern and harsh, unforgiving like the waves that crashed against each other just a little ways away from her home. nothing like her artisan father, so meek and simpering.

it would have to be someone she knows. someone who she would think twice about before eating alive. someone who wouldn't make her feel the same way her father made her mother feel – scorned and bitter, yearning for that long-lost taste of what could have been.

she hums contemplatively as she shuts the door behind her. no, she can't think of anyone in her life like that.

maybe soft-bellied love isn't for her. maybe she really will refrain from aching for tender men. maybe she really isn't a little lotus anymore.

oh, well.

anything to avoid becoming her mother's caricature or her father's ideals. anything to keep her head afloat now that she was out of calmer waters.

anything to be the pearl.

( aah .. would love some feedback on this. i've been writing for years, but i've never been confident enough to post anything here yet .. let me know what you think? o^_^o )

[vaultureculture]

Imagine a show called White Skinned Shaman or Blonde Pharaoh, and ask yourself if Blue Eyed Samurai is really that delicate and nuanced in how it handles anti-colonial and anti-racist themes. Yes, it engages with them, but there were many moments that made me feel uncomfortable and frankly, I'm not surprised one of the creators supports Israel while staying silent about Palestinian suffering.

Amazing point, I was thinking of this myself too while watching the show. The victimization of the main character due to a physical feature that is otherwise widely praised internationally is a little odd at best, and distasteful at worst yeah

[safekeeperscosm]

Seen any good shows recently?

HELL YEAH "SCOTT PILGRIM TAKES OFF" AND "CAROL & THE END OF THE WORLD" BABY

I'm still catching up so on my list are Unicorn: Warriors Eternal, Blue Eyed Samurai, Strange Planet.. there's some indie projects that I haven't checked out and am really just procrastinating like; The Amazing Digital Circus pilot, Monkey Wrench, if you haven't seen the Lackadaisy pilot I definitely recommend it!! it's like a cozy dream come true!!

not sure how recent Lego Monkie Kid is and I'm avoiding it on purpose but I heard it's made by the same guys who did ROTTMNT and it looks as spectacular as you'd imagine so if you haven't checked it out there you go!!

oh oh and "Little Demon" & "Digman!" from like a while ago, I enjoyed them a lot

[ppopinjaysworld]

My Eyes and Your Eyes

I realise I have not posted fanfic on this account before but I wrote something for Masamune recently! It's a wholesome little story about some events I imagined from his childhood.

This is just a preview, read the rest on Ao3!

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Summary: “Sometimes our closest friends are the ones we don’t expect.” Kojuurou poured a steaming cup of water from a kettle, handing it to the young master. “Life has its strange ways of bringing people together.”

After losing his eye, Bontenmaru is shunned and looked upon with disdain, feeling abandoned by the cruel world he has been thrown into. Life looks bleak, and his future uncertain, but perhaps all he needs is someone who shares his pain and shows him that he is worthy of love and happiness again.

Note: Most of this story is set during Masamune’s childhood, so Masamune goes by his childhood name, Bontenmaru, and his younger brother Masamichi appears with the name Jikumaru. 

This story might have been a bit too emo at the start, but I wanted to explore Bontenmaru’s inner conflict while growing up, as well as his emotions. Enjoy!  

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“You’re so slow! I’m gonna win for sure!” 

Bontenmaru sneered, swinging a large stick down onto his younger brother, who parried the blow just in time with another stick. 

Jikumaru grinned, his cheeks round with puppy fat. “I’m not going to lose! I’ll become the strongest samurai!”

“Fat chance!” Bontenmaru struck again, finally hitting his brother who remained unguarded, in the arm. “I win!”

Jikumaru flopped down onto the soft grass of the garden, squealing as his older brother dragged him along the grass, not caring for the grass and soil that clung to his hakama — it was dark blue, anyway. The cherry blossoms had just started blooming again after a brutal winter; the wind scattered their petals, like a pink and white storm in the garden; the birds and animals had just returned from their winter slumber, and their activity around the garden promised lovely spring weather ahead. Likewise, Bontenmaru’s quarantine for his illness had just been lifted, and he was once more free to roam around the garden, making mischief like he always did.

The garden in front of the castle’s main house was loveliest in the spring, with the perfect temperature for playing outside, and the right amount of rain for the plants to thrive. Spring also meant more animals, especially the stray cats that the castle’s residents had come to adore.

The two boys didn’t hear the soundless footsteps on the wooden engawa behind them. Light footsteps matching her willowy figure, a tall young woman perched herself there, her delicate shoulders wrapped in a thick woollen shawl over her exquisite kimono.

She stretched out a bony hand. “Jikumaru! Come here! Your clothes are all dirty now.”

Tiny bare feet plod along the ground as the younger boy sprinted across the garden, towards the engawa. “Mum! I’m hungry,” he whined.

“Oh, I’ll ask the maids to bring you a snack,” she cooed, wiping Jikumaru’s sweat with a handkerchief. 

Bontenmaru hid a small yellow bloom behind his back, an artless grin lighting up his childish face as he approached his mother, who was busy fussing over Jikumaru’s dirty clothes. He hadn’t seen his mother in weeks. It had definitely been more than a month since he was quarantined for his illness, the reason his right eye was covered in white bandages.

“Mum!” He cried, “I got something—”

“Go away.” Yoshihime’s long black hair fell over her eyes, casting a shadow over them — she looked like something between a ghoul and a woman. “I don’t want to see that… that eye of yours.” 

“Mum?” What was happening? Why would his dear mother say that? Bontenmaru stood in silence, jaw gaping.

“Don’t stare at me like that!” Yoshihime’s fair visage scrunched up, lips upturned as though she had just stepped on an insect. “You’re hideous! I don’t want to look at a one-eyed monster like you.” She hugged Jikumaru close to her, almost as if shielding him from his own brother. 

Almost as if he was really a monster. 

Sliding open the shoji, she ushered Jikumaru back into the main house, his pleas to stay outside falling on deaf ears, and he took one last sorrowful look at his older brother before Yoshihime sent him away.

Bontenmaru let the flower fall to his hands, and unknowingly crushed its dainty petals and stalk under his foot as he took a step back. As she retreated back into the main house with her other son, Bontenmaru looked down — the remains of the little plant stared back up at him, yellow petals torn and scattered on the grass. Destroyed. 

It was only fair, he thought. What his mother had just done to him was no different. 

They said boys didn’t cry, so why did his good eye feel wet, blurring his vision?

The shoji slammed shut.

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[fmp1isobelfieldsend]

CONCEPT 1 RESEARCH - BLUE EYED SAMURAI

I absolutely adore this series and how artistic the writing and visuals are, with a very recognisable style in a very gritty, gory world. I could definitely take inspiration from numerous aspects.

For example blue lighting is often used whilst Mizu is fighting, portraying her cold nature and indifference to those she kills, as well as it being the colour to represent her due to it being why she is the way she is.

Whilst affected by the flower's properties, her eyes are what are illuminated, relevant both to her character's struggles as well as tying in this colder nature again, and additionally connecting her to the onryo monster. It's a really effective way of making a character recognisable and an easy example of what to do right with character designs and adjusting their surroundings to best flatter them.

The snowy scenery and sometimes brutal visuals would suit my first concept pretty well, as I'd imagine it to be a darker and less stylised world than the other idea.

[rockanroller]

I wonder if more streaming services will pick up animated shows? From what the official Twitter said hh had a big global debut for a new animated show on prime. Netflix is horrible for picking up and canceling animated shows but it’s the only streaming service that promotes animated shows like arcane, castlevania, masters of the universe, blue eyed samurai, nimon, pluto and Bojack.

it's anyone's guess right now. the entire entertainment industry (film, animation, gaming, etc.) is suffering from the consequences of crunch-culture/the pandemic aftermath and the strikes, with animation potentially beginning their own strike soon.

streaming services (and companies in general) will always bend to where the safety and money is. so if they for example dip out of animation for a few years, the demand for animation will come back, and they'll dip back into it.

that can be discouraging for animation lovers and animation hopefuls or people currently working in the industry.

but animation is always shifting like this. we had 80s cartoons, but there was a period around the 90s (iirc) where the only animation work available (to the majority) was in making animated commercials. then interest in animated series rose again and more jobs were available. then there's been industry-contained shifts in jobs as the pipelines evolved from traditional medium to digital medium resulting in some jobs getting cut completely or re-imagined, and now we're in an awful drought where the jobs have dropped again due to companies being too overbearing trying to match the streaming service demand.

it's probably going to suck for a while, and it might suck for a new record amount of time, but it *will* come back around eventually. maybe in a different way than what's been done before. indie/freelance might rise up in place of corporate entities, and become more sustainable, or we'll settle somewhere in the middle.

in the meantime all animators/artists can do is keep afloat by juggling freelance or picking up a day-job and doing art on their own time to keep their skills and motivation up. and some might ultimately decide to leave the industry. it's sad, but if it makes their lives better/easier then that's preferred over continual suffering. and all animation fans can do is support the efforts of anyone creating new animated content or archiving animation history.

[van-goghs-smoking-skull]

I just happened to see a thumbnail for a video, and it shows just how bad people's comprehension really can be. Imagine calling a video 'Why blue?' and bitching that Blue-Eyed Samurai is whitewashing Asian women.

So, portraying a mixed race woman is whitewashing if she is the ONLY Asian with blue-eyes specifically BECAUSE she is mixed race, which is a key plot point. And, ofc, it's not someone Asian making the video, it's an outraged white girl.

Tell me you just look for blue-eyed characters to fuel the outrage without paying any other attention to the character in order to try and score points with Asians without telling me you just look for blue-eyed characters to fuel the outrage without paying any other attention to the character in order to try and score points with Asians. 'Click like and subscribe!' How about NO?

[i-only-came-for-the-posts]

Me posting for multiple fandoms is funny because sometimes a few of my posts will get like a hundred notes and I imagine them checking my page for more and they get like. SVSSS shit posts and a mild examination of the metaphors in Blue Eyed Samurai

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 301: All My Todorokis

Previously on BnHA: We learned that when a bunch of superpowered villains are suddenly set loose with nobody around to stop them, things get fucked pretty quickly. Old Man Samurai and a bunch of other useless people decided to make “I pretend I do not see it” their new mantra, and resigned. Endeavor had a moment of despair on account of being crushed by the guilt of having ruined the lives of himself, his family, and basically everyone else in the entire world. For various reasons the heretical notion of “person who has done bad things feels sorry for doing them” sent fandom spiraling into a meltdown, so that was fun. The chapter ended with the entire Todoroki clan descending upon Enji’s hospital room to have a dramatic chat about Touya and All That General Fuckery.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “here’s the story of how Baby Touya slowly went insane trying to win his father’s love.” It’s a tale full of subverted expectations and heartbreaking inevitability, and also like twenty panels of the cutest fucking kids who ever existed on planet earth, who are so fucking cute that I can’t stop thinking about their cuteness even with all of the horrifying family tragedy unfolding around them. It is absolutely ridiculous how cute they are. Touya is out here pushing his tiny body past its limits because he inherited the same obsession as his dad and neither of them can put it aside even though it’s destroying them, and yet all I can think about is Baby Shouto’s (。･o･｡) face. Anyways what a chapter.

so I have to confess that even though I managed to avoid being caught off-guard by the early leaks, the number of people reblogging my Endeavor posts from earlier this week and using the tag “bnha 301” kind of gave me an inkling that this chapter will include more Tododrama lol. that said, I don’t know anything else about it, so we’re still good spoiler-wise

AHHHHH FLAHSBAKC AHHHH. omg I know I typoed the shit out of that, but I’m just going to leave it lol I think it’s fitting

holy shit holy fuck. so this is Rei and Enji’s first meeting, then??

yepppp, oh shit

so wait, I know this is not even the slightest bit important, but are they meeting at Enji’s home or Rei’s? because I always figured that Enji was the one with the super-Japanese aesthetic, but maybe that was Rei’s side of the family all along

(ETA: from what I found during my very brief google search, omiai meetings are often held at fancy hotels or restaurants, so maybe that’s what this is.)

there’s such a period drama feel to this setting. like it’s so outrageously formal fff how can anyone stand this kind of atmosphere though seriously

OH THANK GOD

I mean they’re still stiff af but at least they’re not rigidly sitting in seiza and staring at each other unblinkingly anymore lol. Enji’s actually got his hands in his pockets now. why is this somehow almost cute

oh damn it’s the flowers

Rei seems so subdued and it’s so hard to get any idea of what she’s actually thinking. I want to see her side of this dammit

but anyway, so at least from Enji’s perspective it seems like even though the marriage was arranged and he picked her because of her quirk, he still loved his wife and wanted to do right by her. the fact that he was watching her and noticed that she liked the flowers, and remembered that detail for all these years -- there’s a reason why Horikoshi’s showing us this. we know what’s going to happen later on; we know how much fear and violence and breaking of trust is coming up ahead, and while it may seem like this scene is serving to soften Enji’s character further -- which to be fair it is -- it also helps drive home the full impact of his abuse. that it’s so terrible not only because of the trauma of the abuse itself, but also because of the way it retroactively destroys all of the good things as well. this could have potentially been such a sweet scene, but it’s inescapably tainted by the knowledge of what’s to come, at least for me. and that’s just brutal

anyways, shit. is the whole chapter going to be like this?? feel free to toss in something I can actually make a joke about sometime, Horikoshi

oop, back to the present

omfg lol

“are you all right” “NO I’M NOT ALL RIGHT WHAT THE FUCK.” “oh, right, because of all the stuff that’s happened with me abusing you and you having a mental breakdown and being hospitalized for ten years and then our son coming back to life and killing thirty people, right, right. I almost forgot.” whoops

omfg you guys I’m loving this new and improved steely-eyed Rei. I’m loving her a lot

and what do you mean “part one” fkjds how long is this going to be. TOO MUCH DRAMA FOR ONE CHAPTER TO HANDLE

oh, hello

yeah I’ll say you did. didn’t seem to bother you much at the time, though

HMMMMMMMMMMMM

Dabi Is A Noumu intensifies even further. anyways though would you fucking look at this boy lounging on this moth-eaten couch doing his best DRAW ME LIKE YOUR FRENCH GIRLS impression wtf

Dabi what if you actually had killed him??? what would you feel?? satisfaction?? regret?? anything at all?? tell me your secrets goddammit

who are you talking to buddy

Fuyumi-chan, Natsu-kun (is it common for brothers to address each other as -kun?? can’t recall seeing that in many other anime, but hey), and “dot dot dot,,,,,, SHOUTO” lol thank you so much for this bountiful heaping of Tododrama Horikoshi we are blessed

AH, WHAT DID I SAY THE OTHER DAY

ULTIMATE MELODRAMATIC THEATER CHILD. “I’M JUST GOING TO LIE ON THIS COUCH SHIRTLESS AND ALONE AND MAKE SPEECHES TO MY FAMILY MEMBERS WHO AREN’T THERE AND SAY THINGS LIKE ‘WATCH ME IN THE PITS OF HELL’ WITH A STRAIGHT FACE BECAUSE NO ONE’S THERE TO JUDGE ME.” WELL JOKE’S ON YOU MISTER CHATTERBOX BECAUSE I AM IN FACT JUDGING THE SHIT OUT OF YOU LOL

(ETA: and on a more serious note, it’s interesting to see that “look at me”/”watch me” theme being used again though, because we see that same sentiment uttered repeatedly by the younger Touya in the flashback. well kid, you definitely got your wish at last. don’t know what else to say.)

OKAY HORIKOSHI HAS DECIDED THAT’S ENOUGH FUN, TIME FOR MORE FLASHBACKS

oh my sweet precious lord

just as cute as we left him. giving us a child this cute when we all know full well what’s going to happen to him is just unspeakably cruel though

HOMG

I’m fucking speechless. you broke me, congratulations. what am I even supposed to do with this

I can’t get over this. moving forward my life will be split into two distinct parts, B.P. (Before the Pout) and A.P. (After the Pout)

and meanwhile there’s ALL THIS BACKGROUND ANGST BUILDING UP, AND I CAN’T EVEN FOCUS ON IT. Touya’s arm and cheek are covered in bandages (I’m guessing this is shortly after that “ouch!” panel we got some chapters back), and Enji is deliberately avoiding training with him because he doesn’t want him to hurt himself further. I can’t fucking get over the irony that all this time everyone thought Touya had died because Enji pushed him too far in his training, and it turns out that it’s the opposite -- the tragedy ultimately happened because he didn’t want to push him. but I’m jumping ahead of myself though I guess

by the way,

remember this?? just wanted to remind you that it exists just in case you forgot

so now someone is talking and basically saying that Touya is the exact opposite of what Enji was hoping for when he decided to start playing with quirk genetics

-- okay hold up

...lol no, never mind. for a second I thought “holy shit he looks kind of familiar WHAT IF IT’S UJIKO OMG” before I remembered that Enji would have recognized him during the hospital capture mission if that was the case. so NEVER MIND, PROCEED

IMAGINE THAT, ENJI DOESN’T QUITE SEEM SATISFIED WITH THIS SUGGESTION OF QUITTING NOW

(ETA: how the fuck did this man go around saving 62 towns in a single day what even is All Might.)

[clicks tongue several times] trouble a’brewin’

MEANWHILE BABY TOUYA HAS UNFORTUNATELY INHERITED HIS DAD’S STUBBORN STREAK

KLDIHWOEIJFL:KSDJ

!!!!!!!!!!!

oh my god. oh my god. what is this chapter. WHAT IS IT

so now Touya is all “YOU JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND MY MANLY DESIRE TO BURN MYSELF ALIVE” well you got her there champ

THEY’RE TOO CUTE. OH MY GOD. HIS FURIOUS LITTLE TEARS. HER CHUBBY LIL FACE. HIS STUBBY LIL FISTS. SOMEONE HELP ME

also are they just home alone lol or what. “hey Touya, you’re what, like six now?? do us a favor and look after your baby sister for a couple hours for us would you? make sure not to set yourself on fire or anything.” WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG!!

now it’s nighttime and Enji and Rei are arguing, presumably about his decision not to train Touya anymore

whew. okay. so, a couple of things here

1. first of all I think this conclusively shows that Enji really was trying to do the best he could for Touya. he stopped training him as soon as he realized it was hurting him, but Touya was still determined so he tried to make it work anyway, and even visited doctors to try and figure out if there was anything they could do. then, once they were absolutely sure that it wasn’t going to work, he tried multiple times to explain to Touya why they had to stop. he didn’t just abandon him out of the blue, which is really important to note. “no matter how much I tried telling him...”

so yeah, that debunks another common fandom accusation. so by the time he finally makes this decision, which we all know is going to turn out horribly, it’s basically because he’s already tried everything else he could think of. which, by the way, still doesn’t mean he handled this right. but at the very least he was taking Touya’s feelings into account and he was trying, and he didn’t just abruptly toss his son aside (at least not yet)

2. buuuut, then there’s this panel right below all that

which is the other side of it. if he’d just quit like the doctor person advised him to, that would have been the end of it. Touya would still have been upset, but he would have eventually gotten over it and the family would have moved on and possibly even been happy. but what happens next happens because Enji can’t let go. he still has this maddening urge to surpass All Might, and so he and Rei keep having more children, and then Shouto is born, and Enji finally has a kid he can start projecting all of his hysterical ambitions onto once again, and everything starts spiraling out of control soon after

though p.s. none of that is Shouto’s fault though!! he’s one of the few good things to come out of this whole mess and I’m very happy that he exists. the tragedy is that his dad fucking lost his mind over his quirk and fucked everything up. but that’s on him, not Touya or Shouto

anyways, SLKFJLSHGLKJL

I CAN’T FUCKING TAKE THIS YOU GUYS??? LOOK AT THAT LIL BUTTON OF A NOSE??? I’M LOSING IT HERE???

AND TOUYA JUST SEEMS DEVASTATED OMG

because children aren’t stupid, after all. he understands that his dad is still looking to surpass All Might. and so he feels like a failure, and feels like his dad is trying to replace him because he wasn’t good enough. and even now, isn’t that what the adult Touya is trying to prove?? that he was good enough after all?? “I’ll show you what happens when you give up on me, dad”?? “I’ll show you what I can do”?? fuck my life fuck everything

AND YOU CAN SEE THE TOLL THAT IT’S ALL TAKING ON REI GETTING WORSE AND WORSE AS WELL OH GOD

really nice touch here with the panel outlines becoming all shimmery from the heat of Endeavor’s flames (and/or becoming more unstable as the family gets closer and closer to their breaking point). but man, Horikoshi I can’t handle this, please show us more cute kids or something I can’t

GKELKWFJLDKSHFLKL

WITTLE BABE. BEEB. BUBS. SMOL. lkj; oh ouch a piece of my heart just detached and latched onto him huh look at that

TODOROKI “I’M SO SMALL AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT’S GOING ON AND I DIDN’T ASK TO BE HERE” SHOUTO AHHHHH

crazy how they all just seem to know right off the bat lol. kid doesn’t even have object permanence yet, let alone a quirk. but do they care?? IT’S THE HAIR, RIGHT. WE’RE ALL THINKING IT, I’M JUST GONNA COME OUT AND SAY IT. they knew the minute they looked at him lol

AND MEANWHILE TOUYA IS OFF HAVING UNSUPERVISED TRAINING/CRYING SESSIONS IN THE MOUNTAINS OR WHATEVER, AND, UH OH

are those blue flames yet?? they seem pretty close

(ETA: this is one of the few cases where the manga being in black and white is infuriating lol.)

OH MY GOD AND STILL

so it’s not like he was so disinterested that he didn’t notice what was happening, and he was still trying to stop it and get through to him. trying to reassure him that it wasn’t the end of the world and there were other things he could do with his life, but this one particular thing just wasn’t going to happen

fucking hell. it’s agonizing seeing how close they actually were to fixing it. if he’d only said the right words, or if he’d realized at this point how destructive his obsession could be to his kids, and backed off from putting that same pressure on Shouto. we came so close to possibly having a happy ending

AND ALSO THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ANYTHING BUT PLEASE LOOK AT HOW TOUYA IS LIKE THREE AND A HALF FEET TALL AND HIS DAD IS LIKE NINE AND A HALF FEET. Touya barely comes past his knees flkjlkg. the Todoroki household must have been so filled with like plastic stepstools to reach the bathroom sink and all the little baby toothbrushes, and baby gates to keep the kiddos out of the important grown-up rooms and stuff. and also days-old half-empty cups of water and stale crackers and hot wheels and my little ponies strewn everywhere

“BUT EVERYONE AT SCHOOL SAYS THEY’RE GONNA BE HEROES” a wild Deku parallel appears?? how bout that

I know this is like a pivotal moment in the Todo Tragedy and all, but fucking look at this lil dumpling

“sup bro, it’s me, the manifestation of your fears of inadequacy and lack of fatherly affections. a GAAA. ba-baAA-baa [gurgling baby sounds]”

OHHHHH IT’S THE SOUND OF MY HEART BREAKING OH NO

HE WANTS TO BE LIKE YOU ENJI. good lord somebody please just get this family some therapy

“DAD YOU IGNITED IT IN ME” flkjslkj nope, nope. not ready for this pain here

baby Shouto, would you like to weigh in on this affair? “DA!! ba-ga-daaa, [pacifier chewing noises]” oh my, you don’t say. so insightful for one so young

OH MY GODDDDDD

IT’S SO DRAMATIC BUT ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT ARE THE SHOUNEN WOOSH LINES SURROUNDING FOUR-MONTH-OLD SHOUTO LOL HE WAS LIKE THIS FROM BIRTH OH MY GOD I AM DYING HELP

SHOUTO YOU’RE RUINING THIS ENTIRE CHAPTER!?!?!

“yo, the fuck kind of family was I fucking born into” oh, son. if you only knew. IF YOU ONLY KNEW!!

(ETA: lmao I got so distracted by the ridiculous cuteness that I glossed over the fact that Baby Touya seems to possibly be aiming at him?? it’s hard to tell because he’s also super out of it from heatstroke and may just be losing control in his attempt to show off his upgrade.)

ANYWAY THAT’S THE END EXCEPT WHAT’S THIS LAST LINE OMG

ffffff. and we’re in for ANOTHER chapter of this next week?? MORE drama?? MORE BABIES?? MORE OF EIGHT-YEAR-OLD TOUYA’S SLOW DESCENT INTO MADNESS. MY HEART CAN’T TAKE IT, BUT ALSO YES PLEASE SIGN ME UP