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Daily SetsuEku & Golden Kamuy brainrot. // Pfp by @corsalina

[bugtypesneaky]

me when. me when a character wraps their entire self-perception around not being able to feel anything, and then goes to incredible lenght committing atrocities to prove to the world ~~(themself)~~ that it's the world who's wrong for not being the same as them

but then a black haired little girl is so determined to change the world and pure of heart that she completely destroys their entire belief and they have to come to term with maybe not being that emotionless

and we're in Hokkaido

[rabbitpilot]

The Hojo brothers but I turned them into goats

[rabbitpilot]

Kitty Natsuki doodle

[otori0]

[aylynn]

I'm a big fan of these wanted posters cuz there's actual coherent text there, but the catch is that there are several layers of coherent text overlapping, so it starts to look like utter gibberish.

[aylynn]

Silly ways to entertain myself while reading Golden Kamuy: compare the Japanese translation of Russian speech with the English translation of the Japanese translation of Russian speech.

Honestly, I have lost all my faith in the official English localisation of this manga cuz some of the shitty translation errors can't be justified by ANYTHING, but I guess I shouldn't be too critical of these translations from Russian, UNLESS they're obvious bullshit. Well, we'll see if they are.

[aylynn]

(sighs) Somehow the English version managed to FUCK UP THE RUSSIAN ORTHOGRAPHY. Couldn't they just retype this shit? JP on the left, EN on the right.

I don't even give a fuck about the absence of commas, or the full stop in the Japanese version; just why the FUCK the English version made the imperative mood out of the indicative mood? This one fucking letter actually shifts the word stress as well, so it wouldn't even SOUND the same.

[aylynn]

Nevermind, Noda Satoru-san made some silly typos, and some of them got fixed in the English release, I must admit. So, uh, they're even now. I'll just chill out; shouldn't have expected flawless Russian from a Japanese manga and its generally-not-so-good English translation.

It's still fun to compare translations tho.

[aylynn]

Silly ways to entertain myself while reading Golden Kamuy: compare the Japanese translation of Russian speech with the English translation of the Japanese translation of Russian speech.

Honestly, I have lost all my faith in the official English localisation of this manga cuz some of the shitty translation errors can't be justified by ANYTHING, but I guess I shouldn't be too critical of these translations from Russian, UNLESS they're obvious bullshit. Well, we'll see if they are.

[aylynn]

(sighs) Somehow the English version managed to FUCK UP THE RUSSIAN ORTHOGRAPHY. Couldn't they just retype this shit? JP on the left, EN on the right.

I don't even give a fuck about the absence of commas, or the full stop in the Japanese version; just why the FUCK the English version made the imperative mood out of the indicative mood? This one fucking letter actually shifts the word stress as well, so it wouldn't even SOUND the same.

[aylynn]

Silly ways to entertain myself while reading Golden Kamuy: compare the Japanese translation of Russian speech with the English translation of the Japanese translation of Russian speech.

Honestly, I have lost all my faith in the official English localisation of this manga cuz some of the shitty translation errors can't be justified by ANYTHING, but I guess I shouldn't be too critical of these translations from Russian, UNLESS they're obvious bullshit. Well, we'll see if they are.

[aylynn]

Final Fantasy X, the game that you are...

[gn001-re]

Falling Together

The dying pulse of warning lights and drifting glow of distant stars were the only illumination left inside the cockpit.

Setsuna could hear his own breathing echo inside the helmet, too loud, too uneven. Each inhale scraped his chest raw. Each exhale carried the heavy taste of iron. Somewhere along his right arm, pain bloomed hot and dull at once, the reminder that flesh broke far easier than steel.

Exia drifted.

No thrust nor destination, only momentum and silence.

Fragments of the battlefield floated around them. Twisted metals, shattered armor, remains of machines built for destruction. Now all the roaring of combat got reduced to debris, turning lazily in the endless night, glinting like scattered dust against the veil of the stars.

He should have felt terrified. 

He didn't.

Only exhaustion weighed on his body. And beneath it, his mind carried something quieter, almost peaceful.

"... Exia," he murmured through the taste of blood.

A soft crackle of static answered him, a gentle hum of systems barely clinging to life.

Damaged, bleeding power. Mutual pain.

His hand gloved by his pilot suit trembled as he lifted it, fingers brushing what remained of the control column. Even through the suit, the metal felt familiar beneath his palm.

You fought well. Setsuna thought at the back of his mind.

Against the blade of that loud Union soldier selfishly seeking revenge. Against overwhelming numbers. Against fate itself. Exia had moved when she should no longer have been able to. Left arm and head torn away, armor shredded, systems screaming. Yet she had still shielded him. The cockpit damage, in comparison, wasn't all that bad.

He felt grateful. Exia had saved him.

Perhaps it was a foolish thing to say to steel and circuits under his own hands, but the feeling remained. 

Since the beginning, when he first sat within her frame, something had clicked into place. As if the scattered fragments of his life had found a shape that fit. 

--Gundam.

If all of his life choices guided him to Exia, then maybe all of his mistakes, all the shortcuts he took, they had to mean something.

Through the broken hatch, Earth turned slowly beneath them, blue, white, and impossibly distant.

They were falling. Very slowly, but falling all the same. Inevitably.

Contact with Ptolemaios and Celestial Being was gone. Acceptance settled quietly in his chest. Mission failed. Plans collapsed. War continued regardless.

But right now, for this moment, there was only this drifting space, a battered cockpit, and the fragile warmth where life still clung stubbornly on.

His vision blurred. Pain or fatigue, he couldn't tell.

The warning light flickered weakly once more before dying completely, as if Exia herself invited him to rest. He let his head fall back against the seat. The cushioning was minimal, built only for efficiency, not comfort. Yet, after battle, even this felt soft. Safe. Wrapped in machinery and silence.

Outside, stars shimmered endlessly.

Inside, lingering heat from combat still seeped through the cold of outer space, the afterglow of shared survival.

Memories intruded of deserts burning under mobile suit fire. Villages erased. Children too helpless to even look up the machines that decided life or death.

He fought for it all to end. Although he was merely a terrorist that knew nothing but destruction. He knew his place well.

However, to the world, Gundams were monsters. 

And now one cradled him, wounded but unyielding, carrying him away from death once again.

Pain receded into something distant. Adrenaline drained away, leaving only bone-deep weariness. Blood loss made the stars seem brighter, softer, like scattered snow.

Falling together.

Earth slowly grew larger, like invisible hands guiding their descent home.

... Home?

What a strange word.

His brow tightened faintly beneath the blood-stained helmet, the small movement sending a dull reminder of pain through his skull.

Did such a place ever exist for him?

Krugis had vanished before he even understood what a homeland meant. Wiped away so thoroughly that even maps refused its memory. No borders, no markers. 

A country erased as if it had never deserved to exist.

So where does someone like him return to now?

Had he not belonged more to space? To missions, to Exia, to the stars beyond the orbital elevators, than to Earth itself?

The planet continued turning, vast and indifferent. Somewhere below, cities glowed. People slept, argued, laughed, dreamed. Somewhere below, conflict dragged on. People bled, cried, endured, and also dreamed.

If home is where someone waits for you, if home is where you can dream...

Then maybe he didn't have to search for such a thing.

Maybe someday, when the fighting ended, when Gundams were no longer needed...

He would find a place where silence wasn't merely the pause between battles. 

Yet even then, he still saw himself in a cockpit, beyond it flowers stubbornly blooming across fields once torn apart by war.

For now, Exia carried him through the burning sky, toward a world that has never quite made room for him.

But even if the world forgot places like Krugis. Even if Exia's armor was torn away piece by piece.

As long as his Gundam lived within him, he would never be without a place to belong.

Alongside Exia.

Fallen, yet still descending together.

[rabbitpilot]

Can't get the idea of griffin Tsubaki outta my head so I drew this.

[aylynn]

I desperately need to get my hands on some IniD plamo. I'll even learn to paint them properly, I promise.

[aylynn]

00 must've influenced me in a weird way back in the day, but I have no complaints, for I might be enjoying objectum ships a little bit more than an average person does. Blame Setsuna and Graham for that.

What I have to say is that every time I watch or read IniD — and it's been at least 15 years since I first watched it — I can't help thinking about Takumi and the Eight-Six as a ship. (Do they have a ship name? They should have one! If they don't, I'm gonna invent it!) Now, I know it's normal for a racer to cherish their car and almost every person in this manga does this to a certain extent, but who cares, I'm gonna ship them all with their cars-- there's something especially good about the, uh, kind of bond Takumi has with the Eight-Six. Can't really put it into words. Of course they aren't Akio and the Devil Z and their chemistry isn't nearly so crazy and intense (SHOUTOUT TO AKIO AND HIS Z!!), so I wouldn't call them my ultimate driver x car otp, but I still like them quite a lot!! And this time I happen to be thinking about them a lot more than ever before. My three-year-long relived 00 obsession is definitely to blame. (Damn, I haven't touched IniD in three years... how could I?!)

[aylynn]

What I endlessly respect Dave Rodgers & Co. for is accepting that, by a huge degree, eurobeat as a genre gained popularity thanks to Initial D the anime and going along with it. Love the man for producing quite a number of tracks that are essentially just IniD shitpost in the form of a song, and not even for them to be used in the anime itself or anything (though there are tracks like Takumi or looks at the smudged notes at the back of my hand DDD Initial D, and they also sound like total shitpost, wertyutreghjgfvb).

[aylynn]

One of the funniest things about the first stages of the IniD anime is that they fucking misspell Trueno on the CG model they use. A very Japanese thing to do. But, like, couldn't they do their homework on this?? It shouldn't be that hard to check what the car looks like and what the right spelling in Latin letters is.

[san-la-vraie234]

Looking for a strategy

[burins]

saw someone say that they don't read fics under 10k and had to laugh because more fool you, that is where all the bangers are. obviously I'm biased but truly nothing hits like a 1.5k fic with a lowercase title from some obscure poet where nothing actually happens and yet you emerge blinking with a completely new outlook on the character. infinitely rereadable. like a perfectly crafted pastry. I'm gobbling them up!

[aylynn]

I've always loved shorter stuff best. It's not even a problem of my attention span and ability to concentrate, I swear, even though they have indeed worsened together with my overall mental state in the past few years. Maybe it's about my preferences in fanfiction in general: I'm not a big fan of any AUs that cut the characters from their canonical universe and paste them somewhere else (way too often losing integral part of said characters' personalities and individualities in the process), as well as of so-called canon divergence that is just 'I hate the original lore, I'm gonna invent and write my own instead' in a trench coat — and those are, like, the overwhelming majority of longer pieces of fanfiction and/or multichapters I get to see. Drabbles, on the other hand... (Or any kind of short one-shot, really, or series of vaguely connected short one-shots, for that matter.) Perfect for character/relationship exploration, adding canon-compliant details to the original story, showing one's interpretation of some part of the canon; fix-its, normal canon divergence — anything that I find actually interesting to read. I do have longer, and even long, pieces of fanfiction that I absolutely love, but most of the time if I have a choice between a 100k-words multichapter and an under-1k-words one-shot, I'll choose the latter. These 'under-1k fics that will leave you hurting' are my absolute favourite kind of fanwork ever. And don't get me started on drabbles or 50-sentence format. It takes a lot of skill to write these well, and I admire the writers who are capable of that.