His word, my will;

Independent & private|selective Rp (role playing) blog for Hiraga Josef Ko, VME || Vatican Miracle Examiner ||

[notallmensheviks]

catholic pez

[rat-mama]

[mitski-miyawakis]

[shoelace-and-friends]

[spacecrygirl]

[notallmensheviks]

good work everyone

[apos-teriori]

Hiraga says science will lead the way -

[halles-comet]

I mean you don’t get this kind of comedy from the Protestants 

[nyxnperona]

“Also, I win.”

[best-of-inspirobot]

[apos-teriori]

Back on my bs like  ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

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nightslain‌:

                “…” Well. He supposes they’ve presented the thing to him for a reason; though even at second, third and fourth glances, the knight only finds himself each time more mightily confused. “And…? Just what did you say this was?”

               He would not be a first with scrutiny for his portrait; though, a first of few to regard him harmless enough to spare him his aggressions. The cloaked, small man ushers the item to be held, eagerly pressing it towards this other’s hand. By his presence, it is with ease to know the light in him as pure; blissful, or would be blissful. 

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              Disappointment is to be expected, he supposes. For all the love of a heart so well-kempt, it is merely that of imperfect human nature to find some sadness budding where promise is met with compromise. Or company sworn for another time, another day. An enduring heart hums his tones slight, deciding to keep fellowship in lieu with flora, to sing to them melodies in quiet murmurs, just as his guardian delighted with. All living things need this, of one thing or another, one person or another. And what better way to keep inertia from his hands and lonesomeness from his mind than to do something that would, undoubtedly, make his most holy of brethren happy? 

               Hiraga’s smile only widens, thankful. Unfortunately, his sing-song prayer has swept away with him, now a choir all his own to these as he inspects their wellness and prunes as he goes along. In that moment, he certainly feels holy spirit grace him. 

                                  --- | @timeswept

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                 Noise perpetuated by one catastrophic shock after another. One by one each floor fell, and one by one had he leap to the next roof to start each detonation. Oxygen provided by filtration strapped abound his skull, the scientist wasted little time between each tumble, between each leaping jump. In hindsight, little has changed between this situation and the one that took place fifteen years prior; simply now more skilled, refined, practicing luck until luck became yet another weapon orchestrated by action. 

                  One thing, however, that has changed is the spectrum of sanity available to him, or so it seemed to be. Glimmers and shadows of persons and things that stalk him worse than stench of rot or stain of blood. The final detonation is placed, the final goodbye of this wretched establishment, ridding the world of one more sick organization, innocent persons involved or not. And, for all the collecting debris abound him, for all the noise, for all the chaos, Hiraga turns sharp to fire an entire clip towards something nearby; something he’s seeing. The time is affordable. It is simply the desire to see it be a figment as before. Reassurance. The only form of reassurance and comfort one can attain. 

                              //// | @timeswept

[weepingandgnashingofteeth]

top sexy things:

1. androgyny

2. healthy coping skills

3. patterned socks

4. dumbasses

5. bottoms (see no. 4)

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               “Won’t you please help an old man rest his bones, Father?” The voice utilized, like countless others, arrives suave, natural in his throat. This masquerade of his garments lend credence to the realism of disguise when sweat, however marginal it may be, blends well and evenly with makeup along his skin. The faux yellowing of sclera, too, adds a greater promise to the presentation of a worn, tired man seeking absolution, comfort. The image is nothing new to the man before him, stalwart and, had it not been for his pup-like expression, foreboding for his stature. Hiraga, or as he’s known here, for now, Satō - lends himself farther against his cane, hands tremulous against one another so he may gaze upon him. 

                “Never was one of your strength, even in my prime, you know. I suppose I should pray for acceptance, Father, but my heart mourns the inabilities of this body greatly. What course should I take? I should think, if I am honest with you, that I pray you never become as I in your old age. Don’t get old like me, it is not worth it.”  

                              @demiroirs

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athanatoi‌:

                 “And never will you.” Figment, the boy calls him; though Sariel is frighteningly real in the dull, dim light of this room, a grave already to so many people unawares in the world. But this is not the first time Sariel has been fancied imaginary. Unblinking, his space-like eyes shift in the gloom with their bottomless dark and wild many stars alike as he gazes on, speaks with a voice that does not move his lips or the silence of the real world–only that inside the boy’s head. “I am real, and I breathe, and I bleed. But I am as the stars are; tangible and beyond you. Where you cannot reach. Here when it is darkest, and life is at its darkest always with you. The dead must be taken home through that blackness by someone.”

                 The angel steps forward. The fall of his stride is real, and all that pierces the quiet where the strange, shadowy dance of his voice does not. “Where you are, there is always death.”

             Dismissive, a scoff kept mostly muted. Reassurance mutters somewhere in mind, inescapable and impossible to quieten; Hiraga has strove to do so a myriad of times but, to absolutely no avail. “If I could risk sound, I would shoot you. Though I doubt you truly bleed as you say...” words lost somewhere between his body’s quivering chill, teeth chattering, and fingers loosing their will to retain their poised, controlled states. A symptom whenever this phantom comes closer, requiring marginal time between his heart’s palpitations and the rationalizing of mind to resist. “...but, if you did, that too would be imaginary. You speak and act and walk like some form of the supposed ‘goodness’ of man. Maybe you’re what mine used to be. Or could have been. Psychosis is not unusual, after all.” Not with ones as he. 

             Mesmerized, momentarily, staring unto the unfathomable depths where his figment’s eyes should be. “Yes. Maybe that’s what you are, too? The consciousness of death... and, if so - if I could be bothered to spare one, if it came to it, who, by name, shall it be? This cursed place is riddled with nothing but the lowest representations of man keeping up appearances by the sole few naive, but genuine persons. It isn’t a true loss if they all die.” 

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             “Figment.” Eyes had blinked towards it, a glimpse some meters away shown inside the mirror by which Hiraga stands. “Though I’ve yet to muddle you out my mind.” Cuffs are made to pull closed over veiled weaponry. A clasp, a click - prep work entirely for a singular, ongoing deployment. “I suppose by choice of speech, I’ve delved farther into some madness to even speak directly towards the imaginary.” A knelt position, beginning to don the masquerade of an old man’s image. “Even if I’ve seen you time and time again... I suppose, tonight someone will die?” So seems the case, however, he cannot be certain. There are in fact a number of them, drawn-out over the course of his life. Or, rather, over the course of his madness. 

               “At the least, I know a glimmer of what to expect.” 

                           @athanatoi

[shadowgale96]

Poor Hiraga hurt himself in the fountain and worried his husband. 

[fishfishlove]

Snake Thigh Sucking

[undefeatablesin]

sintimation:

fishfishlove:

Anime version:

Manga Version:

Your assignment is to write a 100 word essay comparing and contrasting these two portrayals of the same event and what these similarities and differences could mean. This will be 60% of your final grade.

Well, dear friend, I say as I crack my knuckles and set my compilation of soft classical music to accompany this ‘analysis’, let’s do our damnedest to meet that 60% requirement, shall we?

The anime seemingly prides itself on projecting a much more ‘serious’ and sombre tone on all fronts imaginable, and the iconic snake scene is of literally no exception. We are treated to the drama of the series’ love of dark, sober lighting in this portion of the episode in particular to reflect the dire gravity of our heroes’ predicament. This appropriately accompanies the considerably more erratic and urgent depth this scene was awarded in the show (as opposed to the slower and more controlled nature of the attack that occurred in the novels, and I assume this version of the manga too.) The scene is framed in the anime to better suit these dramatic requirements, focusing on Hiraga from behind and the camera lingering upon which enough to allow us the understanding of what he is attempting to accomplish, while still (relatively) maintaining and adhering to the sense of desperation and exigency the scene is trying to project. The goal here was clearly, to at least some degree, to carry and impart the intended dramatic weight to this admittedly intense scenario. This is directly opposed to the alternative and quite frankly more suggestive approach the manga seems to default to.

That is to say, the manga and the novel seems at face value to lack a whole bunch of the harsh, dramatic tension the anime tried to push, likely due to the altered nature and environment of the attack as a whole. With Roberto apparently having been just dozing on the bed while Hiraga showered off and the snake itself being a much less deadly candidate for polishing off our beloved Italian priest in the tale’s original incarnation, things are already taken down a notch from the tense and troubling atmosphere afforded by the anime’s preferred direction. The manga noticeably does not possess the dark and foreboding lighting intrinsic to the anime, and instead offers us a nice, bright look at exactly what we have on our plates, and exactly what they want us to be paying attention to. That being, Hiraga’s lips being wide open and planted firmly on Roberto’s thigh, visualised at an angle that demands we take close heed of that precise moment of contact sooner than merely implying it as part of the general scene we are supposed to be minding. Rather, this lips-to-thigh contact has become the very explicit focal point of the scene, and carries considerably less dramatic weight because of its ridiculously suggestive framing. Hiraga dons a look that is alarmingly serene for the situation he is finding himself in, as compared to his appropriately palpable distress in the anime. You could argue that this is because he had less cause for alarm in this version of the events, as I stated before, but I somehow am not buying it. The focus and direction here is certainly…different, to say the least.

In conclusion, while this scene is notably questionable and unnecessary from a logical standpoint in both formats, the manga wasted no opportunity to make this scene look a whole lot more suggestive than it needed to be for a Non BL with two male leads, and there were clearly different ideas of what was wanted to be put across in their respective adaptations.

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This is like my fucking anthem I swear 

I always take 4 month breaks. Why 4. why does this number specifically haunts me to no end. 

but anyway I’m horny for some villain!au hiraga and that’s what I’m gonna do 

[fishfishlove]

Snake Thigh Sucking

Anime version:

Manga Version:

Your assignment is to write a 100 word essay comparing and contrasting these two portrayals of the same event and what these similarities and differences could mean. This will be 60% of your final grade.

[foliefolio]

Okay So I feel like I’ve waxed obsessive about the difference in other places, but it’s time to make this shit real. A few things jump out at me immediately, namely:

1. Composition. Up top the view is obscured, and the action a little mechanical. You know what’s happening, but it’s a bit stiff, unceremonious. The shot’s nearly head-on from behind Hiraga as he sucks out the poison. Whereas in the lower picture, putting the point of contact right in the center and foreground of the panel. I’m no expert, but my eye got drawn right to Roberto’s stunned expression, to his knee, to Hiraga with his lips right up on the skin. You hit all the right narrative beats for that narrative journey. Not only this, but the composition strengthens the reader’s emotional connection to the scene by showing character expressions. Not just one, in fact, but both. Which leads me to my next point:

2. Expressions. The one I like to dig into most his Hiraga’s, because. Well. Look at that. Stretched lips, hooded eyes, sweat on his skin. Much more sensual than the anime adaptation, and you get his fingertips pressing into Roberto’s knee. It’s fleshy and visceral. No wonder Roberto looks so shocked.

3. Look man, I’m just gonna drop in some freaking precedent.

And so in conclusion, while the scene is absolute gold no matter how you’re getting it, the manga gave this moment the treatment it deserves by making it look, in no uncertain terms, like a blow job.

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@demiroirs ----from that fic

               The sound had been turned near silent by default. A force of habit. A habit that, for the first time, Hiraga had utmost gratitude towards. After the initial shock ceased, a curious tilt was made, grey eyes flickering to and fro, a soft knit of his brows. “Lauren just made me aware of something.... he claims is ‘normal’ - well, normal with ‘celebrities’, or people of ‘notoriety’... though I would hardly call our broadcasting the evils of Julia’s cult as ill-repute...” arms cross when determination seeks him. Sat upright and focusing, a very proclaiming downturn showcasing his displeasure. “...Lauren’s saying we have ourselves our own ‘cult follow’; though I.... would be disappointed on more than simple principle. They’re misquoting.... mispronouncing. It’s entirely slothful.” At that, he turns up the volume to maximum. “Listen.”