THE SUN WILL RISE TOMORROW.

ind. pri. selec. DJANGO of konami's BOKTAI series. written by milk.

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    so.. how about that sun and moon, yall

[symbolsacred]

    ★ OK gettin a little ahead of myself because i havent finished all my pages up and i dont have a theme or graphics or anything and i havent even finished the source material BUT. hi im nim and itd be cool if you could like or reblog this post if you were interested in writing with a solo/rogue/burai from megaman starforce/ryuusei no rockman! i would give my life for him

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i know i say this a lot but im just . so sorry for my inactivity. spring break comes this friday so ill probably be able to get some drafts done then!

[nhyreen]

Boktai: The Sun is in Your Hand      ↳ Solar Tree (+ Lita)

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"the first step to any murder is to have fun and be yourself."

i forgot what meme this is from too ▍@luhnebled​

    “...Glad to see you’re just as lively as usual, Sabs.” He’s not quite sure whether to be amused, confused, or worried- perhaps a mix of the three? Either way, he laughs, barely a chuckle. “I think I’ve gotten that by now anyways. Thanks, though.” Django pauses, fiddling with the edge of his scarf between a callused thumb and forefinger.

    “Have you been. Uh- up to something?” He is so, so tired. Please.

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    im still alive by the way!! my depression has me by the ankles today

[farmsuggestion]

ive said it before and ill say it again

yehaw

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luhnebled:

  “You won’t be fine.” Whoops, that may have sounded just a bit too mean and snappy. As a way of correcting his mistake, Sabata lightly clears his throat and his expression softens - his worry now obvious. “And I’m doing it because I want to, so it’s fine.” It’s the least he could do, after all. “If I ever had the intention of not wanting to help you, you’d know.”

  For now, Sabata lets go of Django’s wrist to lightly hold his hand instead - he himself never liked being held by the wrist, so why would his brother. “I’m only ‘smart’ because I had to learn and try everything on my own.” He stops for a moment, suddenly showing an expression of vague embarrassment. “I messed up more than I’d like and I’ve got the scars to prove that.”

   Well, back to the matter at hand. “In any case.. where does it hurt the most and how, how long did you expose yourself to sunlight and how long ago did it happen?”

    “Isn’t...that how we all learn?” He had had his fair share of silly incidents that resulted in his injury- it was difficult to count the amount of times he had slipped and fallen on the ice back in Permafrost, not to mention how long it took him to understand the terrain. “It’s not like a flower was much help to me either.” Django laughed- weak as it was, there was still a tiny hint of joy in it.

    “Um, maybe...fifteen minutes ago.” His tone quickly returns to being wry and tired, lightly dragging his claws down his front in a nervous gesture with his free arm as he tried to remember. Truly, it was somewhat of a painful blur- all that was entirely clear was the events beforehand, and then the action- he was burned, but when and how were difficult to place beyond the pain in his arm.

    “It burns.” (Yeah, no shit.) “I mean. It burns.  It....stings. A lot. It was kind of numb for a bit, but now it’s...hurting a lot. “

[fanboy-overlord-blog]

[unworthyones]

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@neurxsthxnia

    Grits and bares his teeth at the other. What the hell is he doing?

[lovelysuggestions]

You have a heart of gold

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You’re just gonna wing it, because the recipe…fuck it.

my drunk kitchen starters!  ▍@iiregularhunter​

    “Uh- sure. Are you...are you sure? This seems like a pretty good recipe.” As someone who’s always cooked by heart, he can’t say much on the matter, but, well. Definitely couldn’t say that was a good idea.

[tapio-tapuo]

バレンタインイベント＋妄想

[dankrockmemes]

headband friends

you ok there lan???

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    you could honestly take me out on a date and look at the moon and id go “nice b/oktai reference.” show me anything involving the sun and the moon and thats my automatic response. im so sick of this. why am i like this

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cont. ▍@petiterci

    As a child, his life turning out this way was something Django never would’ve dared to picture. He never asked for this. Sure, he was fine with being a hero and helping others, but this? This? A resentment against everyone who had pushed him to become this grew silently, senseless as it was. If only his father were strong enough- if only his mother hadn’t fallen so easily- if only his brother- his brother. One thing he could never tarnish, something he could barely think of. (If only Django was strong enough. If only Sabata was strong enough. If only he had never been taken in the first place.)

    He opened his mouth, perhaps to say something, before shutting it again. Ever since that particular incident, Django had hardly cried about it all, nor spoke about it at all. Though trying to be as sunny as usual, every time he looked to his side and his brother wasn’t there- he was reminded. Reminded, cruelly- Father Sun, why couldn’t you save him? Still, he knew, no prayer, no God, nothing could’ve saved Sabata except Django himself, and that is where he had failed. So, to cope, he chose to push it out of his mind. Unfortunately, he was rather stunted on that front.

    Before he was able to apologize to Yugo for bringing up such a heavy subject, the gunslinger fell silent to allow for the other to speak- only for his expression to become stricken, rather shocked. Of course, yes, the other was a magician. “Sabata...” He cursed his own inability to wield magic correctly, only ever strongly acquainted with Sol and Lune. If only he was more talented, he could’ve spoke to him faster!

    “But- but it’s not his fault! It was all mine! If it weren’t for him, I’d be dead, a dozen times over. If he hadn’t purified me-” Ah, he’s starting to get choked up now- “If he hadn’t been there...He didn’t chose for any of that to happen to him! I- He deserves...so much better...” Finding himself in tears, Django began to weep, protecting his face with his hands.

    “Carmilla, too...if I had been stronger, she wouldn’tve....”