#the manga art has his markings as purple but the anime has them as red

[pengumi12]

Sol Adams

[samsaurwrites]

Find Me, Again and Again - Chapter 16 "Stay" (NSFW)

art by obsidianne-art

Find Me, Again and Again (Gyutaro x fem!Reader)

It’s snowing the first time Gyutaro sees you. Icy sleet falls from gray skies, sticking to the grime on his skin, to his tangled and matted hair. He lurks in the bushes, crouched down, sickle in hand, watching you from the edge of your family’s property. As the wind whips and howls, as the frigid rain soaks through his soiled clothes, he seethes, glaring at you. He hates you.

Gyutaro is a hateful, bitter man. He is cruel, and he is selfish. One day, in the cold and the snow, he meets you. You are everything he is not, and he despises you for it. You are lucky, and he intends to collect on that debt every time he meets you, in every life he meets you.

Tags: Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba Anime Spoilers, Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba Manga Spoilers, Red Light | Entertainment District Arc Spoilers (Kimetsu no Yaiba), Alternate Universe – Reincarnation, Alternate Universe – Historical, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst, Tragedy, Class Differences, Poverty, Sibling Relationships, Sibling Bonding, Protective Gyutaro (Kimetsu no Yaiba), Bitter Gyutaro (Kimetsu no Yaiba), Possessive Gyutaro (Kimetsu no Yaiba), Dacryphilia, Masturbation, Choking, Threats of Violence, Knifeplay, Non-Consensual Blow Jobs, Rough Oral Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Come Marking, Somnophilia, Extremely Dubious Consent, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Read here or on AO3.

Chapters: One • Two • Three • Four • Five • Six • Seven • Eight • Nine • Ten • Eleven • Twelve • Thirteen • Fourteen • Fifteen

You finger at the bite mark on your shoulder, press down into it just to feel the tingling ache. It stings. You suck in a breath through your teeth, pull your hand away and blink at it—once, twice, as warm water showers down your front.

“Stop messing with it,” Gyutaro grunts from behind you, arms looped around your waist, chin hooked over your other shoulder.

“Hurts,” you mutter, reaching for the nearest bottle of shampoo. Kids shampoo. You peer at it—read the label: tear-free, strawberry scented—and then squirt a healthy glob into your hands. Lather it into your scalp and close your eyes.

You’re surprised—it smells pretty good.

“Sorry,” he says, but the way he says it, the way he smirks into the crook of your neck tells you he doesn’t mean it. Not really. You think he likes it. Seeing the angry red mark on your shoulder, seeing the shape of his teeth on your skin.

You lean forward, squeeze your eyes shut and dip your head under the spray. Let the sound of water rushing past your ears drown out the static in your skull—just for a moment. You hold your breath, let the water wash away the sweet-smelling suds onto your shoulders, down the rest of your body; and you rub at them, as best you can manage around Gyutaro’s grip.

“Stay,” he says, when you lift your head again, rubbing water from your eyes.

It catches you off guard—that one little word. Has your stomach lurching, your heart thudding.

“I… I can’t,” you answer quietly, ignoring the pang, the protest, in your chest.

You stare at the dull white tile on the wall. The yellowing grout between. You reach for the matching strawberry conditioner. Work it into your ends gently. Methodically.

His fingers twitch at your sides, wanting nothing more than to dig into your flesh and keep you there. He wants you to stay. Wants to keep you pressed against him, all gentle curves and soft skin. Wants to memorize the shape of your lips, the taste of your skin. He wants to watch the mark on your shoulder change, wants to see it flower and blossom into a lovely purple bruise.

He wants to see you touch it when you think of him—starts to think he needs it.

“Come back next weekend,” he says, whispers against the sensitive skin of your neck. He thinks about biting you again. About giving you another, to match. Wonders if you’d fight him. Wonders if you’d whine and whimper and cry for more.

Almost involuntarily, you tilt your head to the side—bare your throat to him and hum. Let him press hot, open-mouthed kisses onto your neck, your shoulder.

“I’ll think about it,” you say finally, breathily, grabbing for the other bottle: a generic two-in-one men’s shampoo that has you shaking away the thought of buying him something better.

You turn around in his grasp, breasts pressed firmly into the flat planes of his chest, the syrupy sweet scent of strawberries hanging between you. You watch him for a moment, watch him watch you while steam clouds your vision, your head, and you think—

Beautiful.

“Close your eyes,” you say softly, curling a strand of hair behind his ear.

Part of you is surprised when he listens.

You squeeze more the shampoo into your hand. Rub it between your palms and then work it into his hair. You smile when he lets out a soft sigh, feel a gentle warmth swelling in your chest when he relaxes into your touch. When he trails his fingers up and down your back. You massage the pads of your fingers across his scalp, his temples and the nape of his neck. You let your fingernails scratch lightly as you go, as you lather the clean smelling soap into the roots of his hair, as you work on rinsing it out.

You gaze up at him—drink in the sharp angles of his face, the soft curve of his lips, the curl of his hair, dark against his cheeks—fuck, the feeling of him, half-hard, between your thighs. You drag your thumb across one of his birthmarks, nearly expect it to smudge like ink. Watch in fascination as it remains, painted black across his cheekbone, his nose.

You can’t stop yourself from kissing him. Hardly even try to, really.

You don’t bother telling yourself that you shouldn’t, when you slot your lips against his. Don’t bother telling yourself that you don’t want this, when you lick along his bottom lip, when you coax his tongue into playing with yours. You don’t bother hiding it, when you wrap your arms around his neck, when you press against, moaning low and breathy into his mouth.

Almost before you’ve realized it—almost before you’ve made the conscious decision to—you’re breaking the kiss, sinking down onto your knees and wrapping your fingers around him.

“Can I?” you ask, pressing gentle kisses to his shaft, to the vein that runs along the underside. Laving your tongue across the head, swiping at the pre-cum beading on the tip. “… Please?”

“Yeah,” he breathes, groans when you take him into your mouth.

He’s heavy against your tongue—thick and hot. You moan, when you feel him swelling in your mouth, when you hollow out your cheeks and taste him. You swirl your tongue around the tip, drag the flat of it along the underside of him, bob your head up and down while you press your thighs together and squirm.

“F-fuuck,” he stammers, threading his fingers through your hair so gently. “Look so fucking good down there, with your lips wrapped around my—” he breaks off into a low whine when you hum around him, when you struggle to swallow him to the hilt, fingers twitching at his hips.

You reach down with one hand, fingers working between your thighs. Rubbing at your clit, teasing your entrance, rocking your hips against your own digits—moaning and whimpering and clenching around nothing because it feels so good.

Then he’s pulling you off with a wet pop, gripping the base of his cock. His cheeks are flushed, chest heaving, pupils blown so wide you can barely see the blue. He pulls you to your feet, lifts you by the back of your thighs and pins you against the shower wall.

You squeal as a shock of cold stabs through you, a startled sound that twists into a strangled groan as he sheathes himself inside you, filling you so perfectly.

“Stay,” he grunts, thrusting into you, bouncing you up and down the length of his cock. “Stay.”

“I—” you choke, head thudding back against the wall, clinging to his shoulders. “I-I can’t.”

But you want to.

He’s winding you up so quickly. With each drag of his cock against that spot inside you, each snap of his hips against yours—the delicious friction against your clit—it’s almost too much. You clench down around him, eyes squeezing shut, breathless whines falling out of your open mouth.

Need to.

“Fuck—” he grunts. “Look at me—look at me.”

You do. Gasping. Stare up into icy blue eyes roiling with a sea of emotion so deep, so violent, that you feel you’re drowning—because I love you is on the tip of your tongue and you don’t know why.

He thrusts into you again. Quick and hard. Again and again. Has you fluttering, clamping down and cumming on his cock as he empties himself inside you. Painting your insides white, filling you with a heat that has you begging. Moaning a strangled version of his name.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

Once you stop trembling, once you both catch your breath and calm the rapid thudding in your chest, he sets you down. Lets you grab the showerhead and rinse yourself off.

Stay. That word, the way he said it.

“I’ll think about it,” you say instead, say again, then hand him the showerhead.

You don’t touch him like you want to. Don’t run your fingers through his hair like you want to. You don’t squeeze at his shoulders, don’t trail your hands along the dips in the muscles of his abdomen, don’t trace the shape of his hipbones like you want to—too afraid of what might spill out of your mouth if you do.

Stay.

You climb out of the shower. Wrap yourself in one of the towels hanging from the wall and stare at your reflection, blurred by the steam that’s filled the bathroom. You get dressed quickly, remembering suddenly as the scent of strawberries fills your nose that he does not, in fact, live alone, and that this is, in fact, incredibly inappropriate, and that you, in fact, should not have stayed this long in the first place.

He towels himself off lazily, sliding his sweatpants back up around his hips. Watching as you comb your fingers through your hair, as you fidget with your shirt, your jeans. When you turn around, the look he gives you is molten.

Your stomach flips, and you take a half-step backwards, hips bumping into the sink.

“I’ll think about it,” you say, breathlessly, for the third time.

But, you’re painfully aware of the fact that you’ve already made up your mind.

You’ll be back.

And he knows it, too. That kiss—everything you did after that kiss—told him as much.

He doesn’t stop you from leaving. Not technically. But his hands do linger on your hips, squeezing at your ass when you lean down to pick up your panties, abandoned behind the couch. He does smirk at you, when you reprimand him, shooting him a half-hearted glare. He does kiss you in the hallway. Soft and slow and in a way that has you wanting, has you pressing up onto your tiptoes to meet him.

Stay, he thinks, when he opens the door.

Stay, he thinks, when you hesitate—just for a moment.

Stay, he thinks one more time.

And then you’re gone.

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Tokyo Ghoul: How aesthetics and music can save an anime adaptation

All of us, anime lovers, sing to the top of our lungs when we hear the distinct “Oshiete oshiete yo sono shikumi wo…”.  However, most people who have read the Tokyo Ghoul manga and watched the anime adaptation will not be as adamant to talk about the story when it comes to whether Pierrot did a good job on it or not. Most common answer: They did a terrible job on the story, nevertheless, aesthetics and music are a marvel to behold.

Ishida Sui, the mangaka, is an undoubted genius. He combined really simple drawings (no shadows nor intricate details) for peaceful scenes, with total chaos for battles (sometimes we can’t even figure out what is happening due to all the movement lines). And to top it off, he delivered his art in the form of an obscure story. A world at war with a different species that looks exactly like humans, the only difference is they eat human flesh, these are the ghouls. If we look only at the manga, it is considered to be a wonderful creation. Dark story, monsters that look like humans, death, blood and physical and psychological changes. It has everything a great seinen can be accounted for.

So, why is it that the anime is not as loved as the manga it was based on? First, Pierrot changed relevant parts of the story. Deleted scenes and added others that do not help us contextualise nor understand what is happening and why. Second, characters appear from nowhere. There is no introduction for them. This story is known for having lots and lots of characters, but in the manga, they are gradually inducted into the story and we know their purpose and how they fit into the greater scheme. The anime just throws them in in hopes we get why they are there. They could have done a better adaptation without just shoving in a lot of characters that have no introduction to the story in the anime. Third, the censure. This is a gore; it has blood and heads rolling. The anime outright skips the heads rolling and reduces the amounts of blood, sometimes covering it with perfect pieces of clothing right where the character was stabbed and/or bitten and has had their clothes ripped apart.

Pierrot tried, and failed, to reduce a 14 volume (144 chapters) story into two 12 episode anime. Way too short to do it. Nevertheless, there was something they did do right. Music and aesthetics. For music they took a series of soft tunes. Mostly classical instruments and even choruses that sound like the ones you’ll hear at church. Then you’ll be faced with seriously synthesized music. This selection is amazing and accompanies the story in an endearing way. After you have watched the anime you might want to sit and listen to the music and just feel. Scenes will be evoked. You’ll get goose bumps. And it will be even better if you have read the manga. As for aesthetics. Something amazing happens here. Ishida Sui gave his own colour palette to the story. He not only drew and made up the story for the whole manga but single-handedly produced hundreds of colour sketches for gift cards, events, magazine covers, etc. Therefore, he was the one to give gore those bright colours. It just makes an impact as one is used to seeing a variety of greys and other dark, gloomy colours for these kind of stories. He gave his story blues, reds, purples, and more. And guess what? They are all bright. And they all contribute to make his story unique and have an even more intense feeling of darkness. And if you don’t believe this, just go to the last two episodes of the first season and look at Kaneki’s (the main character) transformation. It is beautifully made. The contrast of colours is impossibly impactful. The use of Lycoris Radiata, otherwise known as hell flower, represents the dead. In old Japan it was said that the Japanese christian martyr’s graves from medieval times were marked by this flower. For aesthetics purposes the flowers are initially white roses and in this transformation scene they turn into Lycoris Radiata. Right after this we get the image of Kaneki over a red background as his dark hair turns white. This is a scene that I, personally, could watch over and over again. 

To conclude, it is possible to say Tokyo Ghoul as only a manga is a masterpiece. It is a full on Metamorphosis meets gore. If we could get a fully colour version of the manga that came with music it would be fantastic as the story would not suffer from external corruption. However, I do encourage anyone who wants to watch the anime, but with the clear warning that it is not story wise amazing. The music and beautiful colouring on Ishida’s creation makes it pleasurable to eyes and ears.

P.S. Whatever you do, do not watch the English dub. I watched some clips of it while writing this piece and it was terrible. Voice acting was below average at best.

  Thank you for reading!

  Alejandra Donoso

[prophetrick]

Meet The Muse

|| The Basics ||

Name: Yasuhiro Hagakure Nickname(s): Palmy Tree, Hiro Age: ~20 Species: Human

|| Personal ||

Religious Belief: Eclectic Buddhist Sins: Lust / Greed / Gluttony / Sloth / Pride / Envy / Wrath Virtues: Chastity / Charity / Diligence / Humility / Kindness / Patience / Justice Primary Goals In Life: Becoming one with the universe. Languages Known: Japanese, English, and Jamaican Patois (occasionally confuses them, seen with his malapropisms) Secrets: Red wood lilies send him into a cold sweat. Has an oddly negative relationship with real flowering plants. Quirks: Head swaggling, twitches when genuinely upset/annoyed, bites the head off of popcorn and animal crackers. Savvies: Fiddling with dubious electronic equipment, knows basic first-aid, black market navigation. || Physical ||

Height: 6′1″ Weight: 180 lb Scars/Birthmarks: Misc scars from animal bites and fights, the "mark" on his back Abilities/Powers: "Divine trickster" and just as squishy with bufu/eiha damage. Restrictions: Vulnerable to agi/hama/nuke damage; status ailments--fear, confusion, hunger, and despair.

|| Favorites ||

Favourite Drink: Ginger beer, sorrel tea, and other virgin drinks. Favourite Pizza Topping: Mushrooms and steak. Favourite Color: Periwinkle/purple. Favourite Music Genre: Enka, folk, hindustrani, prog/soft/progressive pop-n-rock, funk, dance/electronic, bossa nova. Favourite Book Genre: The occasional "tasteful" art book, manga Favourite Movie Genre: Documentaries Favourite Season: Winter--all the better to grill some meat! Favourite Butt Type: Firm, yet squishy. Favourite Swear Word: Bitchin'. Favourite Scent: Baked goods/cooked food. Favourite Quote: "There are a thousand lessons in defeat, but only one in victory."--Confucius || Fun Stuff ||

Bottom or Top: "I've never had a bunk bed in my entire life." Sings In The Shower: Unfortunately yes. Likes Bad Puns: Again, unfortunately yes. Morality: Lawful / Neutral / Chaotic / Good / Gray / Evil Build: Slender / Scrawny / Bony / Fit / Athletic / Herculean / Babyfat / Pudgy / Obese / Other: Average scrapper Favourite Food: Beef-anything. Anything “Boss” Theme Music: "Cowards and gentlemen don't start fights, but right now, I'm the gentleman that's going to finish this." Their Opinion On The Mun: “What's that?”

Was tagged by: @whaitetaiger​

Tagging: anyone who wants to do it i’m fukkin tired

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meet the blogger/the fic writer

general:

name: Hannah 

nickname(s): nirvhannah, Chris, alisonchains 

hometown: Ventura (southwest of downtown LA, on the way to Santa Barbara)

age: twenty-six

gender: female 

myer-briggs: ENFP

sun sign: Aries 

moon sign: Aquarius 

sexuality: who knows 

religion: agnostic 

appearance:

height: 5′7″

hair: dark brown with blonde and reddish streaks 

eyes: solid brown 

weight: 228 (I’m a big girl)

favorites:

color: purple 

food: too much to choose from—really I’m better off saying what I don’t like

family member: my parents and my grandparents 

actor: Keanu Reeves, Al Pacino, Edward Norton, Benedict Cumberbatch, Johnny Depp (fight me), David Spade, Idris Elba

actress: Brittany Murphy, Sharon Stone, Audrey Hepburn, Uma Thurman, Charlize Theron, Gilda Radnor, Scarlett Johansson

beverage: coffee

country/countries: France, Italy, Japan, New Zealand, Sweden, Denmark, Germany, Georgia, Mongolia, South Korea, Haiti, the Ivory Coast

city/cities: Seattle, Portland, San Francisco, New Orleans, New York City, Santa Fe, Helsinki, Auckland 

book: The Portrait of Dorian Grey, Wuthering Heights, Jane Eyre, Interview with a Vampire, Blindness, the Harry Potter books, the Great Gatsby, the Hobbit

movie: Erin Brockovich, Midnight in Paris, Monty Python and the Holy Grail, Pulp Fiction, Once Upon a Time in Hollywood, Blazing Saddles, The Goonies

show: Seinfeld, Friends, Sex and the City, Nip/Tuck, House, Sherlock, Doctor Who, The Simpsons, Family Guy, Beavis and Butthead, South Park, Ed Edd n’ Eddy (just Cartoon Network, really), Portlandia

music: (ha) Soundgarden, Nirvana, Chris Cornell, Audioslave, The Beatles, Black Sabbath, The Doors, Metallica, Megadeth, Anthrax, Joey Belladonna, Pearl Jam, Alice in Chains, Mad Season, Stone Temple Pilots, Velvet Revolver, Mother Love Bone, Truly, Screaming Trees, Nine Inch Nails, Hole, Garbage, Rihanna, Avril Lavigne, Demi Lovato, Bob Dylan, David Bowie, Leonard Cohen, Mark Lanegan, Marilyn Manson, Type O Negative, Green Day, Ramones, Dead Kennedys, Pink Floyd, The Smashing Pumpkins, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Jane's Addiction, My Chemical Romance, The Cure, Oasis, Blur, Tool, Korn, Deftones, Faith No More, Mr. Bungle, Bullet for My Valentine, Avenged Sevenfold, In This Moment, Opeth

app: Sketchbook 

scent: my perfume which is legit called “a little sexy”; i’m not sure how to describe it other than “soapy”, like I just took a shower 

holiday: Halloween 

season: springtime 

dog breed: Chinese crested (’cause my best friend was one 🐾🐾)

vs:

strawberry vs blueberry: blueberry (although strawberries are so luscious)

coke vs Pepsi: ehhhh, can’t stand either

grape vs cherry: cherry

day vs night: day

cats vs dogs: both 

Batman vs Superman: Batman

movies vs TV: movies

hockey vs football: hockey

fries vs onion rings: fries

likes: art, earth science, biology, books, cats and dogs, horses, reptiles, grunge, thrash metal, boys, erotica, pin-up style, 70s/dark 80s aesthetic, graffiti art, psychedelia, the Goth subculture, sci-fi, steampunk, things considered “taboo”, baseball, field hockey, tennis, cycling, Formula 1, hiking, the ocean, road trips, pastries, pasta, my mom’s baking, my grandpa’s cooking, trying on new clothes 

10 random facts:

I speak with a stutter (it’s not as bad as it used to be when I was little but I still have it and I’m still kind of insecure about it)

Refer back to my weighing over 200 pounds: I don’t even look it, and it’s kind of a trip to see women weigh less than me who are freaking huge. I’m as big as I am because the other alternative was literally starving to death: I almost became an anorexic when I was 13, and it came to a head when I was 19 and wouldn’t stop losing weight from depression. So as part of my recovery, I reconciled my relationship with food, and I just started eating. I’m trying to get up to 230 and tbh, I wouldn’t mind climbing up to 240.

It’s funny because I feel like such a rebel liking Joey as much as I do. The latest thing is to like fat boys and “dad bods”, and even taking it further and getting like almost morbid about it--when I was writing Have Your Cake I often lurked in the feedism tags on here to grasp the idea of the community; when I visit them now, the latest thing is to be like “this lifestyle is totally gonna kill you but you’re sooo hot so keep it up!”. This almost feels akin to when Audrey Hepburn came on the beauty scene with her thin elegance, the reaction to all of the full figured woman: he’s a slim, lush, gorgeous man who needs a lot more love (”raw beauty if I ever did see it” as Mr. Lang put it).

I’ve always wanted to get inked but I never know what to ink myself with, or where to put it for that matter.

The one time I ever cut my hair, like had it cut short, was 20 years ago in the first grade. The longest it’s ever been was down to the halfway point of my thigh when I was... 15? Right now it’s down around my butt.

Recovering cutter: I started in 2006 after my grandpa passed and then I stopped; did it again after my parents split in 2011, and again after Chris passed; I’ve been clean since August 22, 2017, three months following his death. 

Chris was a fan of my art. It’s true! My little cartoons never would’ve become the entities they are now without him.

My cartoons have been labelled everything from “grunge” to “metal” to (recently) “emo”. I’m actually fine with just any label you throw at them: just don’t call them anime because that’s not technically correct (anime is animation; manga is printed works, and even that’s bit of a stretch)--my writing meanwhile has been simply labelled “unusual”

I’ve always been a fic writer, but I never actually wrote-wrote a fanfic until I was a freshman in high school. I never went online with a fic until 2013 and then I pretty much stopped it for a few years to focus on school and preserving my mental health until earlier this year with Have Your Cake and Eat It.

Fuuuuuuuck I love food. Yeah, when I say you’re better off asking me what I don’t like I mean it. I will eat just about anything (i’m actually surprised I’m not fat tbh). I’m as much a lady of the flesh as I am a lady of intellect.

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Making Waves With Animation: Children of the Sea Premiere at AIFF 2019

For many years, the gifted Ayumu Watanabe has had a pedigree of anime. From the bizarre and strange Mysterious Girlfriend X, to the melancholic After the Rain, to the endearing and comedic Space Brothers, Watanabe shows that he has a versatility for adapting a variety of stories. In 2019, however, he was faced with his most challenging task yet: adapting Daisuke Igarashi’s Children of the Sea. While GKIDS has licensed the film and is planning to hopefully release it sometime this year, I was lucky enough to get a chance to see the first western premiere in LA for the Animation Is Film Festival (AIFF) back in October.

    “I was approached by the producer [Eiko Tanaka] a couple of years after the manga ending, wondering if we could make the series into an anime. I was absolutely stunned,” he said after the AIFF screening. “I never thought about making anything like this into a movie. But the opportunity was priceless and a huge challenge! But I think I was able to do it some justice.” 

  Challenging is one word I would definitely use to describe Children of the Sea, a film so surreal it demands your full attention on the big screen. Based on a five-volume manga, the movie focuses on a girl named Ruka, who lives near the ocean with her parents. While her father is dedicated to his work at the aquarium, her mother drinks alone in the house, leaving Ruka to be a stubborn and stranded teenager. Frustrated with the stagnancy of her life, one day she ditches school and encounters two very strange boys from the sea: named Umi and Sora, the three soon form a strange friendship that involves a deep connection with creatures from the seas.

    For an almost two hour movie, Children of the Sea immerses you so quickly the time flashes by. Ruka is an endearing protagonist, embracing the fiery attitude of a misunderstood teenager and the loneliness of one with an estranged family. She’s very compelling and easy to understand, which is important, considering how much of Children of the Sea can feel strange: this isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but the story makes it a point that Ruka is the audience’s focal vision,  and that she is our tie to the regular, the mundane, and yet the insatiable curiosity that dwells within each one of us.

  In contrast, Umi and Sora feel more like abstract concepts bubbling with a distinct personality. Umi’s happy laughter and bravery remind me of youthful freedom; Sora’s quiet and reserved attitude resembles the cynical and pensive attitude of a lost child. Together, however, all three form a fantastic bond that grips you for a good portion of the story: their playful nature contrasts wildly with the moody and often confused adults that sit in the back of the tale, woefully attempting to parse parts of the plot out for you. It’s these parts that feel the most out of sync with the movie, as I would have personally preferred a purely poetic and “show not tell” approach.

    However, when Children of the Sea does hit its marks, they’re incredibly visceral. While much of this is due to the seamless harmony of CG and traditional animation, it’s also aided by none other than the prestigious Joe Hisashi and his soundtrack. Children of the Sea is equal parts visual beauty and pitch-perfect sound direction. Orchestral strings swell with the momentum of the waves, and yet, there’s also a great layer of minimalist piano and flute arrangements for the quiet and intimate moments of the movie. It's clear Hisashi had a very strong vision of accompanying the flow and ebb of his music with the emotional journey of the movie. I particularly enjoyed how dissonant the music could be at times, which added to the surreal nature of many scenes.

  While a good two-thirds of the film focuses on Umi, Sora, and Ruka’s journey, the last third swiftly transforms into one of the trippiest and most surreal audiovisual adventures I have ever witnessed on the big screen. What first starts as a coming of age story becomes a grander and far more abstract telling of how the cycle of nature intertwines with the universe and our lives themselves. It’s a very philosophical and metatextual statement that can be easily overwhelming, but I do think the anime at least gives you some headway beforehand so you know what you’re getting yourself into.

    Here, in these last forty minutes, Igarashi fully unleashes the power of animation: the art direction sparkles as universes collide with drops in the ocean, and colors become a wide spectrum of blues, purples, reds and greens. Negative space swallows the depths of the water, and human bodies twirl and dance, becoming amorphous and intangible shapes of mass.

  Every stroke of linework boldens and adds depth to the characters and sea creatures; textured and excellent composite intensifies the focus of light and shadow to truly draw you into a landscape of almost psychedelic imagery. I could personally go on and on about how intense and mesmerizing these last forty minutes are, but no words can truly capture them. 

    You can catch a glimpse of this magic through the official music video, but even then, Children of the Sea is meant to be felt and seen, rather than parsed and dissected. It’s a film that beseeches us to realize that there is one grand life force that unifies us all and takes a very zen approach to that kind of thinking.

  While it’s not necessarily easy to digest, especially if “harmony with nature” is not a mindset you’re too familiar with, Watanabe’s audacity to create an artistic vision of euphoria cannot be denied. It’s perhaps the most beautiful thing I’ll see in a long time, and I can’t wait to see it again. Here’s hoping GKIDS announces official screenings later this year.

Are you excited for Children of the Sea? Have any other Daisuke Igarashi works you'd like to potentially see adapted in the future? Leave a comment below!

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When not finding ways to doom all her ships, Natasha can often be found on her twitter as @illegenes, or writing more about anime on the blog Isn’t It Electrifying! Feel free to swing by and say hi.

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Top 10 Coolest Bald Anime Characters

Being bald in Anime is the new “COOL” now. These ten character defined the baldness with their awesome personalities. So with out further ado.. let’s jump into the list !

10 ) Dot Pixix

Anime : Attack on Titans 

Pixis is a bald man with a structured build. He has gold eyes and a distinguished mustache, with light skin and notable wrinkles under his eyes. As a commander, he also wears a purple bolo tie, much like his fellow commanders Hange Zoë and Nile Dok. As the highest ranking Garrison officer, he is only seen wearing his Garrison uniform paired with a white button-up shirt and a red sash with gold trim.

9 ) Yasushi Takagi

Anime : Nana

Yasu formerly had a full head of hair, but shaved it off one day and has so since. Many people jokingly call him “Baldy” for this reason. He is almost always seen wearing shades. When not wearing them, he is revealed to have sharp eyes, and thin eyebrows, giving him a somewhat menacing appearance. He is often seen wearing a scorpion ring. Yasu often wears suits, or other formal, business-like clothes. Unlike the other members of his band, Yasu’s style more similar to “Mods”. He has five piercings in his left ear, one in his nose, and four in his right ear. Sometimes, his is seen with one on his eyebrow.

8 ) Gorosei 

Anime : One Piece 

He is the oldest looking. He is bald, with glasses and a white gi, much like Mahatma Gandhi. He also holds a samurai sword with him. He is the only one of the five to not wear a black suit or tie, and the only one without facial hair.

7 ) Krillin 

Anime : Dragon Ball Series

Krillin does not have a visible nose, however, he seems to be able to smell until someone mentions it (like Goku during the 21st World Martial Arts Tournament): he smells the diamond Bulma took from the Pirate Cave, and he smells the enticing trap meal in the Mirror spaceship. In the Dragon Ball: Bouken Special, when asked why Krillin does not have a nose, Akira Toriyama responded “Krillin has a physical idiosyncrasy that allows him to breathe through his skin.” Earlier on in the series, and throughout the entire manga, Krillin had white eyes. However, later on, they seem to have disappeared completely, making the inside of his eyes the same color as his skin. Krillin is not naturally bald, due to his original monastic training, he merely shaves his head. During his training with Goku under Master Roshi, Krillin comments that “All who aspire to master the martial arts shave their heads in order to unfetter their ki” and seemed surprised to find out Master Roshi was naturally bald. After settling down with his new family, his hair grows out, although his original smooth crowned look is the most familiar to fans. The six dots on his forehead are scars from moxibustion burns, similar to the pattern that appear on the forehead of a Shaolin monk.

6 ) Okisuke

Anime : Naruto Shippuden

He is a bald man with violet-colored, pupiless eyes and a cross-shaped scar that extends across his forehead and descends downwards past his right eye, while a dragon tattoo is inscribed above his left. Due to the injury that he has sustained over his right eye, it remains permanently closed. His attire during the Kage Summit consisted of a simple purple kimono-like outfit, with a red scarf encircling his neck that obscures the lower half of his face and conceals a communicator as well.

5 ) Juura Nikis 

Anime : Fairytail

Jura is a tall and massive man with a heavily muscular figure, distinguished by his bald head, a pair of oval-shaped black marks just above his black eyes, and by his seeming lack of eyebrows.Seven years after the momentary disappearance of Tenrou Island, Jura’s physical appearance has appeared to remain the same, with the only notable difference being a long, thin dark beard growing from his chin, which reaches down below his upper chest in a wavy motif. Said beard is paired by a little, similarly colored mustache split in two parts, each placed diagonally below Jura’s nose.

4 ) Ikkaku Madarame

Anime:Bleach

Ikkaku is a tall and muscular man. He is bald, a fact made fun of by many people, especially 11th Division Lieutenant Yachiru Kusajishi, who calls him “cue ball”, “chrome dome”, or “pachinko-head” as a result of her fondness for giving people nicknames or when he questions her direction skills). Ikkaku’s bald scalp is very reflective while under the sun, causing the members of the 8th and 11th Divisions to mistake it for a full moon at one point, much to his chagrin.

3 ) Saitama

Anime : One Punch Man

Saitama is a bald, ordinary looking man with a thin, but well-built physique and of average height and weight. Saitama initially had spiky, black hair, but claims to have lost all of his hair suddenly and prematurely as a result of the toll taken on his body by his intense hero training. Saitama also has brown eyes that are represented as dots.

2 ) Yamamoto Genryusai

Anime : Bleach

When he was much younger, Yamamoto had black hair on the sides of his head, and was bald on top. He had a tuft of hair sticking up at the back of his head in a topknot.

1 ) Jiren  

Anime :Dragon Ball Super 

Jiren is a tall, muscular humanoid with an appearance similar to the folkloric aliens known as the Greys, there fore he is a grey baldy. He has gray skin, big round black eyes and nostrils in place of a full nose. He wears the uniform of the Pride Troopers consisting of a red spandex suit with black sections around the collar and legs, white gloves and white boots.

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