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If you watch this and don't want to watch World Trigger afterwards, I can't help you.
AMV: World Trigger Fan Trailer
Song: Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush (cover by Samuel Kim)
Trigger Warnings: Flashing lights, guns (fantasy anime guns but better safe than sorry.)
Reblogs appreciated!
what if hyuse is a flat-earther. because all the depictions of aftokrator in canon show it as a flat topped rock that people live on. like next time goat boy gets snippy show him a globe, that'll blow his mind
“🌐Welcome, World Trigger Recruits!🌐 We're proud to unveil these 28 new Border Agents who have joined our ranks in bringing you the first-ev
Delighted to be contributing to the first ever World Trigger zine! It's also my first zine ever!! Get amongst it ^^^
‘who would win in a fight between aang and korra’ isn’t even a question bc aang would be like ‘i would NEVER fight with one of my future lives’ and korra would not hesitate before sucker-punching a twelve year old
But what if it were adult aang??
okay then aang would be like ‘i would NEVER fight with one of my future lives’ and korra would not hesitate before sucker-punching a 45 year old
I'm dead.....
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke | Kuroko's Basketball Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Akashi Seijuurou/Mayuzumi Chihiro Characters: Mayuzumi Chihiro, Akashi Seijuurou Additional Tags: suit kink but like super tame
Summary: (Ficlet dump for random shippy bits.)
UPDATE: 5. Mayuyu looks hot in a suit: the fic. we all know it's canon (mayuaka)
this is a knb ficlet i wrote years ago and then revised to write this fic here -- same kinda premise & prompt, different moment in time. if i wasn’t lazy I’d edit and add it to the ao3 one but since I cannibalised phrases from it I’d basically have to rewrite so I don’t repeat myself ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ hope yall enjoy this WIP/concept snippet anywho
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Mayuzumi sighs right into Akashi's face as the latter adjusts his tie knot. Akashi wrinkles his nose like Mayuzumi hasn't just brushed his teeth to a shine and gargled a litre of mouthwash, even though they're about to head to a catered event. "Remind me why I'm doing this again?"
.cutting in half || getting cut in half.
.ch 28 || ch 133.
These are just stills but I'm loving the upgrade in quality, its getting me so excited for the anime.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: World Trigger (Anime & Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Kuga Yuuma, Mikumo Osamu, Usami Shiori, Amatori Chika, Karasuma Kyousuke, Kizaki Reiji, Konami Kirie, Hyuse (World Trigger), Tamakoma Branch | BORDER (World Trigger) Additional Tags: basically i put tamakoma 1 and 2 into a jar and shook vigorously, (no lid), and scraped the ensuing mess off my walls into this fic please enjoy, Valentine's Day, Fluff and Humor Summary:
Yuuma experiences his first Valentine's day on Miden. Fortunately for him, Tamakoma-1 and Tamakoma-2 are around to help demonstrate the usual sacred rituals- candy, camaraderie, chaos. Gen!fic.
where is my chess metaphor!World Trigger metafic???
♔ KING - Osamu. Strategically important, and the piece linking the rest of them together. Weak in terms of firepower and defense but even that can be used to great effect, if used wisely.
♕ QUEEN - Chika. The piece with the most firepower and also excellent in defense, but also can incur a great loss if captured. Depending on your strategy, can be used with caution or as a sacrifice...
♗ BISHOP - Jin. Good firepower and range, and good for slipping in behind and infiltrating the enemy. But care needs to be taken that the rest of your soldiers don’t hinder his movements.
♘KNIGHT - Yuuma. Has a distinct, unorthodox movement pattern, which makes it excellent for attacking multiple pieces at once. However, the range of attack is limited. Also I’m rereading WT and the idea of Kuuga as Osamu’s knight?? hits something raw I tell ya
♖ ROOK - Hyuse. Reliable and strong in both defense and attack. Can easily switch between guarding the king to attack in combination with another piece.
♙PAWN - the trion monsters i guess???
Why did nobody in Fullmetal Alchemist carry around some fucking backup transmutation circles. Like Riza is there with a box full of fresh gloves for Roy when he gets soaked but you’d think after the first time he got rendered useless in a fight by some dude with a water bottle he’d start carrying around a spare set in a waxed bag or something but NOOOOO. And Ed’s even fucking worse like his arm gets destroyed how many times???? AND HE ACTS SURPRISED EVERY TIME. OH NO MY ARM. NOW I CAN’T ALCHEMY. Shit, boy, draw some transmutation circles ahead of time and keep em in your coat, this isn’t hard. “Oh no, you’ve destroyed my arm again, whatever shall I SIKE” Ed says, before throwing a rock with ‘explode’ written on it at his attacker and making good his escape. Everyone’s always carving shit into their skin or drawing it in their own blood, HOW BOUT INSTEAD YOU CARRY A PIECE OF FUCKING CHALK. Alchemists are useless
Mayuzumi: Don't touch that skull, please.
Hayama: Why? Is it cursed?
Mayuzumi: No, it's windy and I use it as a paperweight.
Hayama: Well... that was sorta an anticlimactic answer.
Fuck. Fuck. I can’t stop thinking about Roy straight up fire bending from his throat bc of that thing i just reblogged I’m sweating so bad FML FML FML FML!!!!
listen. its 1 am. i dunno
In Roy Mustang’s defense, he’d had his gloves shredded twice already. And for a man who relied on those gloves to keep his own head attached to his body, twice was twice too many.
In Roy Mustang’s defense, he understood a tattoo was an unsightly thing for a political figure to have. He’d mulled over it in silence, usually late at night staring at the ceiling of his empty apartment. It could be well-received, if he played it up as part of his Flame Alchemist persona. More likely it could tank his political career. The only popular tattooed alchemists were Solf Kimblee and Scar, and tossing himself in with their lot was probably political suicide.
In Roy Mustang’s defense, he hadn’t been able to bring himself to consult Riza Hawkeye on this decision. And she was the source of at least half the level-headed logic that drove him most days. He’d personally been the one to burn the Flame Alchemist tattoo off her back. He didn’t want to hurt her by letting her know he intended to get his own tattooed on.
This brought Roy to a series of conclusions: He could not continue relying solely on his gloves if he wanted to stay alive. He could not tattoo the flame transmutation circle anywhere the public (or Riza) would notice easily. And of course, it needed to be somewhere functional even if he were captured and immobilized.
The tattoo artist grimaced at the request. “Your neck?”
The dentist only quirked an eyebrow. “You want flint fillings in your teeth? What, are you trying to chew sparks?”
Most importantly though, Roy Mustang had the money for it, and he had the unflinching, moronic resolve to follow through.
He was satisfied, after many hours of gritting his teeth and digging his finger nails into a tattoo parlor chair, with how suavely his uniform concealed the red transmutation circle just above his collar bone. It took some practice, cutting his teeth against each other at just the right angle to make the volatile fillings spark. It took even more practice to catch that spark and transmute it into a roiling flame. It took the most practice of all to do this without singeing the inside of his mouth to hell and back.
But stupidly enough, it worked.
And so Roy Mustang had a secret weapon.
And the real pity about secret weapons, when it comes down to it, is that they have to remain secret. Mustang went about his days with his tattoo concealed, and his teeth fillings hidden, and his lackluster gloves securely on his hands. He was eager, almost, for some eighth homunculus to hop out of the shadows and challenge him, if only so that he could know his genius had not gone to waste. Maybe Selim Bradley would grow a few more teeth and eyes and try to get the jump on Mustang. Maybe King Bradley himself would hop on out of his grave for a rematch, as Bradley had already proven himself once or twice to be perfectly capable of bouncing back from certain death.
No such thing happened. Three weeks passed entirely without incident. This annoyed Roy Mustang.
In the fourth week, something sort of happened.
It wasn’t an immortal monster, nor a creature aiming to become God, nor a human turned homunculus that jumped him on his walk home. No, it was a knobbly-kneed teen, face just a bit too shiny and oily in the lamplight, holding a quivering gun.
“Hands up,” the boy barked. Roy complied, almost giddily. Oops, oh no, no hands… Whatever could he do. “Money. I want your money. Your wallet. Where is it?”
“I can’t reach it with my hands up,” Roy answered.
“Don’t be smart! Where is it!?”
“My coat pocket.” Roy motioned with his head. “Come closer, and you can take it from my pocket. My hands are up.”
“Alright… Alright, no funny business!” the teen barked. He edged closer, his eyes flickering between Mustang’s hands, eyes, and coat pocket. Mustang felt like Christmas had come.
“Oh, one thing first,” Mustang said, and the teen stopped, paralyzed, hand tight to the gun. Mustang clicked his teeth, flashed a friendly grin, and exhaled. The entire night lit up in flame. “I’m a bit flammable this close up.”
The teen yelped. Or shrieked perhaps. Or attempted to vocalize some noise of utter horror and instead choked on his spit, yowling and sputtering like some stepped-on cat. He threw himself backward, landing butt-first on the pavement and scrambling, scooting away, turning over and launching himself to his feet in the opposite direction.
Roy watched the boy sprint away, until he was nothing but a pinprick in the distance. Then he bent down and picked up the gun. He smiled, and coughed, and coughed again, and didn’t stop coughing for a good 30 seconds, because unfortunately there was no way to breathe literal fire without feeling like he’d swallowed at least some of it.
It was still the best idea he’d had in his entire 29 years of living.
And god dammit it to hell that he couldn’t tell anyone…
Roy stared at the gun, emptying the chamber and stashing it in his coat pocket along with his wallet. He chewed his tongue and thought about it.
…Maybe he’d tell Edward.
He and Edward differed on a lot of opinions, and Edward was loathe to admit that Mustang had ever done anything right in his life.
But Edward, more than anyone, would understand this was absolutely cool as hell.
i was…. inspired ?
