SHAKE THE WORLD

SINCE I WAS? SINCE I WAS BORN

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[lemonemenom]

No one owes artists anything.

But existence is lonely and sometime you throw hours and hours of effort into a void, on the slim chance it will say something back.

[pinkylicks]

Gachiakuta oc dump! This is Memoria, a fairly new recruit for the raiders! 💜

She’s quiet and a little snippity, doing her best to stay unseen despite her eye catching appearance. But alone in her element you’ll see a side you’d never expect- a Vulgar girl with an eccentric way of speaking.

Initial sketches below the cut! (Plus rambles)

I’m completely obsessed with her in a way unfathomable. ^^ I think her and jabber would be such frenemies…She wants him dead and he finds her boring, but occasionally they get along so well. Along with being paired on missions.

For her backstory I’m considering her being a former slave. The scars on her arms are cauterized tattoos given to her, while the only one left is on her neck—“Mneme.”

The markings on her mouth are scars from having her lips sewn.

[samuraioftheopera]

please if the raiders had an ounce of her drip you best believe I'm letting myself be taken hostage

[chromiumsheep]

[samuraioftheopera]

just one ten minutes

In that moment you'll be mineee

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happy✿

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[only-cat-memes]

[samuraioftheopera]

Heyy I’m scared to ask this but I wanted to ask if you could write a Zanka Nijiku x Male reader who got injured on a mission. Doesn’t need to be male either GN is fine too if you prefer to write that uhmm I LOVE UR WRITING AND STUFF SO EVEN IF YOU DON’T DO THIS I JUST WANTED TO LET U KNOW🫶‼️

SUMMARY: Zanka is no doctor - but A for effort? A/N: Oh dear don't be scared, I'm not going to bite you - THANK YOU FOR YOUR PRAISE 🫶🫶 so I present to you one year later (very sorry), Doctor Zanka WARNINGS: GN Reader (you/your), blood

How does your “doctor” expect to help patch up your wounds, exactly, when he refuses to get his hands dirty?

“I'm NOT your doctor,” Zanka snapped. “And I'll just wear gloves.”

“Okay, I guess that makes you my nurse.”

“I am NOT your nurse either!”

“…the gloves are in that cabinet…”

“I knew that,” Zanka huffs.

Your pleading look is not lost on Eishia but she can only shrug helplessly at you, apology written all over her expression as she tends to a concussed Enjin who's already a handful by himself - *“This is an infirmary, you can't smoke in here!*” - leaving you to your own devices.

Or Zanka's devices; you weren't beaten up too bad by the latest mission, thanks to your mentor taking the brunt of it for you, but you still had plenty of superficial cuts from the flying shrapnel the particularly vicious Trash Beast had exploded into. Eishia had nearly fretted herself into a tizzy trying to care for two people at once, everyone else being too busy to help, until Zanka poked his head inside and got roped into helping.

Well, not really roped in. Roped in implies he was coerced into it against his will. Aside from the face he made when he realized he'd have to get his hands dirty he'd pretty much offered to help himself with a grudging “Guess I can see what I can do.”

For YOU, mind. Yes, he expressed some concern over Enjin but…why offer to help you. Only you.

Well of course, logically it would be because Zanka, an unqualified doctor, could hardly be expected to deal with head wounds and Eishia was already handling Enjin. Plus how hard could disinfecting and wrapping minor wounds be? Then if you expanded your thinking a little…if say Riyo, or Gris, or anyone else really were in your position right now, would he have come in and assisted?

Would he loom over them with that weird expression of his, as if haughtily extending concern was a privilege, ask how they were doing and awkwardly - “You hungry or something?”

“Wha -? Nah, not really, thanks…ah. You really…suited up.”

True to his word Zanka's pulled on gloves and looking quite nastily at the blood stains you've already left on the sheets. He looks queasy. This doctor needs a better bedside manner because now you're queasy.

On the plus side his hands are steady, when he unrolls the bandages and cleans your cuts (perhaps not quite *expertly*, but firm and certain at least). In no time, one arm is finished and he moves on to the other, with you absently watching him and idly noting with some amusement at his squeamishness. Sometimes the cut hurts a little more than expected and you wince just slightly, making him look unsure and snippy all over again, but you're not going to surrender to the pain - not when you can hear Enjin yowling from the other side. That does make you feel much better about your pain tolerance.

Zanka pauses, though, when you hiss at a sharper pain you hadn't expected, looking as if he was about to raise another fuss, but you waved him off. You will not be defeated by Enjin.

He doesn't look convinced of your machoness. “It's not shameful to admit it's painful, you know.”

“I know.” Your mouth twitches. “Average Joe and all that. But I'm trying to prove my superiority to Enjin here.”

His face looks like its going through some painful convulsions before settling on exasperation. You swear he tightens the wrapping just a bit more in revenge. “Whatever. Do what you like.”

And that's that. You both relapse into silence until he finishes the bandaging and quickly discards the gloves like they're radioactive. You do him a favour and pretend you didn't see him gag.

“Get some rest. Don't try and do anything reckless.” Seems like he has more to say; Zanka lingers around awkwardly and won't look at you properly. Why is he…? “And it's fine to ask for help if you can't move your arms. I'm here - I mean, Eishia is here. So are some other people.”

“I'm… Aware.” Your eyebrow creeps up as you finally catch his eye. “And please, when have I done anything reckless?”

“Are you seriously asking me that?” The disbelief in his tone takes you back. Whatever weird fog he'd been going through seems to have cleared up in his head and he's back at your side, looking distinctly aggravated. He flailed his arms at you, gesturing wildly. “Look at you! It wouldn't be so bad if you'd just stayed back like Enjin told you to! Or hell, you wouldn't have gotten hurt at all if you hadn't been so eager to jump at every dangerous opportunity presented to you!”

Defensiveness creeps into your tone. “Hey, that’s our job as Cleaners. Why are you mad at me for doing my job?”

“I am -”

“I’m not jumping at every dangerous opportunity either! Should *you* of all people even be the one telling me that? What about what happened with that Raider guy, huh?”

Zanka’s face tightened. “What’s that supposed to mean?!”

The both of you know exactly what it’s supposed to mean.

You’re already regretting your words, but what’s out there is out there, hanging between the both of you in the tense pause. You’d like to say you didn’t mean it like that. You’d like to blame it on your injuries, discomfort, slip of the tongue.

He won’t look at you. Your fingers curl in on the blanket. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.” The words coming out of your mouth sound half hearted, unsure and precarious. Would you have forgiven him, if it was other way around? “I - I really didn’t mean that, Zanka, I swear I didn’t -”

“Whatever.”

The last of your wounds are wrapped up in silence. He leaves right after. Eisia asks if you’re alright, when she comes over for a once over; you’re not really hearing her, she could be speaking to Enjin, really. The pillow muffles everything when you fall back and shut your eyes.

Zanka didn’t have to and he came over anyway.

He didn’t have to and he helped you anyway.

He cared and you threw it back into his face.

Man. You can feel a grim smile forming. You really are a jerk.

It stung. Your words stung and no matter how much Zanka brushed it off and reminded himself you apologised it stung.

He avoided you for a few days and then some after that incident. It was depressingly easy because you were mainly resting up in the infirmary. Sometimes he makes up his mind to confront you and heads there, and every one of those times he stops right outside and changed his mind.

You were in the wrong, sure, but if he went back in there and said everything that had stung… if you'd had the same expression as the one on your face when he left that day, he's not sure he had it in him to walk away again.

Is that all he came off as to you? Some hypocrite lecturer? Wasn't it obvious that he cared for you, *yes he did*, because you're a good friend and it hurts that you won't take him seriously when he's trying to look out for you? Those are the questions running through his head the past days, but it's another one entirely that slips out of his mouth despite himself when he finally sees you.

“What… Is that?”

He stared at it, then at you, dropping down to the ground next to him. *It* refers to the parcel, clearly wrapped by your hands by how badly it’s done. The tape is stuck all over the place, like you wrapped it in a hurry, or maybe the things inside are threatening to spill out and you decided not to waste time or tape - okay, he has to stop thinking about things you may or may not have done, you’re right in front of him anyway.

“It’s a smorgasbord.”

“It’s a what.”

“Uh…Rudo told me about it? He said seafood and meat and dessert, but I’ll be honest, I only managed the dessert part, and it’s mainly just candy I bribed off Dear.” You nudged the gift over to him expectantly. “I remembered your favourite this time, I swear.”

“…okay.” The parcel is easy to open. Zanka’s eyes widen, because what exactly could you have promised Dear to receive this massive amount of candies? You’re going to be in debt to that kid forever and grudgingly Zanka softens up thinking of that. You really went through some trouble for him. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. Just hear me out.”

Deep breath, and you start: “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for…what I said. Or what I implied. Brushing you off like that, the other day, when you were helping me, um…that was rude. And unkind. And very dismissive of me. Basically what I’m saying is that I shouldn’t have said what I said, I should’ve just shut up and thanked you for helping out with the wound patching, be grateful that someone on the team cares enough to look out for me.”

Even you’re cringing at yourself now. You’ve rehearsed this apology for days, for so long that you’ve started seeing the words flash in your dreams like really apologetic subtitles, but yet it comes out so garbled and messy and so not what you wanted him to hear. This is terrible, as terrible as your present wrapping skills.

Zanka grunts. “Is that all?”

“Yes,” you said weakly. “Unless you want to hear the rest of it?”

“God no.” But there's a lighter look on him. He surprises you by tossing one of the candies to you and taking one for himself. “My turn: don't worry about it anymore. I’m just glad you don’t…look, next time you find out people actually care if you get hurt, don’t get all defensive about it.”

“Defensive?!”

“Yeah. I’d be sad if you got badly hurt, alright? Hard as it is to believe for an idiot like you, I do care about you.” Zanka said begrudgingly. “There. All forgiven. Next time learn to trust your doctor more when he tells you to stop doing things that could get you killed.”

“And my…doctor is you?”

“Yes.”

“Nurse Zanka has a nicer feel.”

“Are you really trying to piss me off again this early?”

You saluted and handed him one of the candies from the package. “No sir. I mean, Doctor.”

“We're all going to get cavities finishing this.” Zanka unwrapped the candy and popped it into his mouth. He immediately retched, expression twisting into pure disgust. “Liquorice? You have me LIQUORICE?”

Ah… Zanka hates bitter foods.

No wonder Dear was so okay parting with his beloved candy.

You threw up your hands in defeat. “Why can't I stop hurting you?!”

[lemorgo]

you've done enough

[samuraioftheopera]

[sillyhanako]

twin is you alive 🥹🥹 dunno if you remember me but what's good bbg ☝️

hi. I'm alive I just have a block in everything atp

[samuraioftheopera]

https://www.tumblr.com/samuraioftheopera/788047439401730048/omg-twin-im-so-glad-youre-back-thought-the-author?source=share

Ah well, hope the blocks are over soon!!

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[rethmyc]

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[usernameichoseonawhim]

I love how tumblr users play with Jorge I mean jpegs not Jorge who the fuck is Jorge

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Spiders jpg

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Woah dude

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[unyieldingsilence]

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[malicious-screaming-sentinel]

[evilfuckignskeleton]

[enjinsdoll]

──── MOM & DAD

the kids tease you by calling enjin and you mom & dad.

The first time it happened you almost hurled your jinki across the, now empty, battlefield.

Riyo stood in front of you and Enjin with her arms behind her back. Girl was covered in dirt and fresh scrapes after nearly getting herself crushed during a cleanup mission. You were pissed. And concerned.

“You can’t just rush ahead because you think you saw movement,” you snapped. “What if that thing had gotten you?”

“And if you get hurt,” Enjin added with a sharp glare, “You slow the entire team down.”

Riyo nodded dramatically the entire time, eyes wide with fake sincerity. You wanted to shake her, because you’d be heartbroken if something serious happened to her. Until she opened her mouth tho.

“Yeah, yeah,” she sighed once the lecture ended. “I get it. I’ll keep it in mind, mom and dad.”

You both stared at her. Then stared at each other - a silent dialogue followed. Like you had the gesture conversations with the others, Enjin and you communicated differently.

‘did she really just said that?’ his eyes said.

‘yes. Oh my god.’

‘huh. Odd. But kinda funny.’

‘Enjin!’

‘okay, okay. Not funny.’

All while Riyo grinned watching the two of you. Enjin then turned away to let out a traitorous chuckle and you groaned.

Should’ve been the end of it, right? A funny one time joke. Unfortunately team akuta and their supporters was full of the worst people alive.

Because two days later you walked into the headquarters, carrying supplies as you hear Follo yell from across the hallway.

“Mom said we’re meeting at six, dumbass.”

You stopped dead in the tracks. “Excuse me?”

Zanka immediately pointed at Follo accusingly. “I told him not to call you that.”

“You kind of encouraged him,” Semiu said flatly as she walked by.

Riyo was wheezing in the corner while your eye twitched dangerously. “None of you are funny.”

“Mom’s scary today,” Rudo whispered.

Enjin walked in at the perfect moment (later you’re convinced he waited around the corner, because no one walked in at a more perfect time). “Dad’s here. Everyone behave.”

The entire room burst into laughter. You wanted to die. You wanted to beat up Enjin who looked way too amused for someone who apparently didn’t find it funny.

“You’re enjoying this,” you accused.

“No idea what you mean,” he said, failing miserably to hide his grin.

Is anyone surprised that things only got worse, because Enjin started participating? No? Yeah. Exactly.

One afternoon Semiu sat behind her desk and lazily looked through a magazine while Enjin shuffled by. Then again. He huffed and puffed, all cow-eyed and pouting.

“Are you looking for your wife?” Semiu asked without looking up.

“My wife,” Enjin said loudly. “Took the day off.”

His voice sounded a tiny bit betrayed. How dare you to take the day off when it wasn’t his day off?

“Good for her,” Semiu replied.

“Yeah. My wife deserves that,” Enjin nodded.

Later Semiu told you about this conversation and you almost chuckled. Almost.

However. Bro Santa surprisingly suffered the most from it - mostly because he kept accidentally feeding into the joke.

But for starters. You were helping team child with some equipment. Also because you wanted to hang out with Dear Santa since you became similar to a motherly figure in his life.

It was a fun afternoon… until Enjin walked in. Took in the scene. Decided to open his loud mouth.

“Wow,” he sighed dramatically. “Couldn’t you at least wait until the divorce?”

Bro choked. “Divorce?!”

Team child looked between the two of you in horror.

“What’s wrong with you?” you asked in disbelief.

“You left me for the kids,” he said solemnly and then gestured towards bro. “And… Bro.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“And yet you stay.”

Bro looked genuinely stressed now. “Enjin, I never touched your wife, I swear. She’s just a good friend.”

“Hello?!”

“I know,” Enjin said all serious at the same time.

You kicked him in the shin and swore you still heard him cackle when you were back in your room. And, now all alone, you let out the tiniest amused snort. But it wasn’t funny, okay?

And if we already spill the truth a little here then we need to be completely honest. The dynamic actually fit.

You handled planning, schedules, injuries, and stopping everyone from killing themselves. Enjin handled morale, chaos control, and intimidation.

And together somehow you functioned exactly like exhausted parents managing a group of violent disaster children. And the team knew it.

“Mom, Rudo stole my chocolate bar.”

“Dad, Riyo threatened to shave off my eyebrows… again.”

“Can Mom stop glaring at me like that?”

“Dad said no, so I’m asking Mo.”

“… I never ask Mom anything again.”

Until then it wasn’t that bad. Or at least you thought it couldn’t get worse until you went on a mission together. Because if Enjin could do one thing then it was getting real loud when he was impressed.

A trash beasts twice your size charged towards your team. The force was enough to crack concrete and have the ground shaking. Before anyone else could React you slid underneath. Your jinki activated you drove it straight upward and took it down in one hit. The entire battlefield went silent for half a second.

“That’s my wife!”

Your horrified scream echoed immediately after. “Stop calling me that!”

Riyo nearly fell off her scissor laughing. Enjin shuffled closer, grinning proudly as he helped you up.

Meanwhile Gris looked emotional. “They’re so in love.”

“We are not—”

Enjin showed you off proudly. “Did you see that move?”

“Oh my god.”

He looked genuinely delighted which honestly made it worse. While the whole nickname saga was a joke - at least you thought so - Enjin’s pride about your growth and strength was honest.

And then it happened. You weren’t ready. It was the cherry on top. Corvus, the big boss, decided to join in.

That was the moment you realized there was no escape.

You sat in headquarters one evening with your head resting against the table, exhausted after a fourteen hour mission. Corvus approached you as calmly as ever.

“Have you seen Enjin?” he asked.

Hope blossomed in your chest as you looked up. When was the last time you’ve heard Enjin’s name? And not dad or husband?

Then he casually added, “Your better half, I mean.”

Slowly you closed your eyes. A migraine threatened to grow and take you out right here, right now.

“Please,” you whispered. “Not you too.”

Corvus actually smiled. And because Enjin had the perfect timing injected in his veins he had just walked by, listened and now laughed loudly.

Your head snapped around and yeah, Enjin was smug as hell. But beyond it he genuinely looked happy and proud.

Sighing you hid a smile behind your hand. “Come over. After the mission we deserve a drink… husband.”

Enjin stopped dead in the tracks. Also Corvus looked surprised before he gave you two some space.

“You did just—fuck,” he chuckled and sat down beside you.

Ha! Finally it was you taking the upper hand. At least until he reached into his pocket and pulled something shiny out that left you speechless.

That damn man!

[samuraioftheopera]

"Sorry, can't stay out late tonight. You know how the wife gets."

"Stop smoking in front of the kids! You're a terrible example of a father!"

aaaaa dynamic

[enjinsdoll]

— enjin’s aita posts

AITA for telling my friends I could make a girl fall in love with me and then accidentally falling in love with her instead?

AITA for pretending a relationship was casual when I was secretly planning our future together?

AITA for getting jealous of a guy even though the woman I like isn’t actually my girlfriend?

AITA for buying gifts for a woman who keeps saying she doesn’t need anything?

AITA for punching someone after they made my friend cry?

AITA for refusing to leave after my ex told me to stop showing up to her performances?

AITA for introducing a woman as “basically my wife” when we haven’t discussed marriage?

AITA for flirting with everyone except the one person I actually wanted to flirt with?

AITA for almost dying because I got distracted staring at a woman?

AITA for telling my coworkers I’m not interested in commitment and then becoming the most devoted man alive?

AITA for getting into a drunken bet that ruined the best thing that ever happened to me?

AITA for spending six months teaching a woman how to trust me and then revealing I originally approached her because of a bet?

AITA for crying in the bathroom at work because the woman I love called me buddy?

AITA for carrying a photo of my ex in my wallet even though she left me years ago?

AITA for threatening to fight a teenager because he asked my girlfriend if she was single?

kinda based on my stories and future stories 👀

[samuraioftheopera]

YTA all the way

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Hc in the good timeline Inui would use the cheesiest pick up lines (he learnt them from Shinichiro) but he says them with a completely straight face

[samuraioftheopera]

ARE YOU A KEYBOARD BECAUSE YOU'RE JUST MY TYPE

[hunnismokah]

yuki!

[samuraioftheopera]

Queen...

[rattetytat]

[samuraioftheopera]

This is fine.

[dulireartt]

I would feel bad for Fu if his cursed doll turned into his brother😭

[samuraioftheopera]

"-twins, and one of them is always evil."

"... It's Cagney."

[mirshroom]

a fashionable ☂️ in these trying times

[samuraioftheopera]

If every day is a trying time can he stay fashionable forever