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What was 136649 trying to do ~70 years before… and why?

Othello says 136649, now calling himself Undertaker, was “attempting to escape from the reaper organization”. This suggests that it was a failure to escape, and that he manages to do so later.

But even more strange is how this “attempt” led to the half-destruction of the reaper organization’s HQ. Undertaker says it took some doing to keep his death scythe, but destroying half of HQ in the process? If he didn’t successfully leave until later, it might be more like sneaking out rather than fighting his way out.

Then @blackreapersreign pointed out something very important: this event ~70 years prior sounds more like a one-man rebellion than a reaper simply trying to desert his job.

Now, I don’t think 136649 was simply trying to get out; I think he was trying to destroy the reaper organization… and I think it’s because he discovered something about it. Something about those “superiors” or “higher-ups”. Kind of like how Vincent might have once discovered some dark secret of the queen…. But, since that attempt to destroy (not simply leave) the reaper organization failed, he decided to leave more quietly, avoiding conflict, to lay low for a while and make another attempt to destroy the entire system by some other means!

Othello might be onto something with the idea that Undertaker could change the whole concept of life vs death, but I don’t think he knows even the half of it…. 😏

Anyway, I’ll get into the details of what 136649/Undertaker might have discovered… in another post. 😉

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May 5th is a national holiday "Children's day" in Japan🇯🇵

So I drew brothers as kids🥰

My Ghost Hunt Postcard Collection finally arrived today, and I scanned them as promised!!  \o/

I really wish the quality was better, but I think this is the best my scanner can do, sorry.  :(

daddy, i look like you! 

synopsis: he finds his child imitating him and his job, he gets cuteness aggression. 

character/s: dad! zayne, xavier, rafayel, sylus

warning/s: rafayel’s is heavily inspired by the hyperpigmentation tiktok, (y/n) is barely in here, rafayel calls his baby gup/guppy bc i think it’s cute sue me

note/s: my baby fever got too real w this one

zayne: daughter, aged 5

zayne pushes the bridge of his glasses up to his nose as he sighs and ruffles his hair. it was unlike him to be visibly stressed out as his reputation knows him to be calm, collected, and cool. however, with the onslaught of paperwork and influx of hunters and civilians visiting the hospital, it was a surprise that zayne still had all his hair intact. 

he gazes at the piles of paper, the words starting to move and blur the longer he stared at it. he sighs and takes off his glasses, accidentally placing it on the table with a slight slam. 

 today, zayne wishes to not think about work. 

the stressed out doctor needs a nap. surely, he deserves one, right? 

you knocked on the door gently, not wanting to disrupt if he were doing something important. he opens his tired eyes and looks at you with an inquisitive expression. 

“is everything alright, darling?” his voice was hoarse, having not opened it for a few hours and his back straightened up as you looked at him with a smile. 

“zia needs your help with something.” his brows quirk at the mention of your daughter. he nods, standing up and meeting you by the doorframe, ready to help with whatever his daughter needs. 

“we’re wosing him!” he hears your daughter yell dramatically as her chubby hands were on top of one another and pushing down on the snowman plushie that was twice her size. you couldn’t even see her hands, she was wearing– no, drowning in zayne’s old akso coat and her short arms were definitely not long enough to fit past half of zayne’s sleeve. 

zayne’s lips were quirking as he looks at the dramatic scene unfold right in front of him. 

“nurse penguin, go up the dosage by 5.000 miwigrams!” she yells at the penguin dressed like an astronaut that comically fell with a dull thud. zayne has no idea where’s she’s getting the severely inaccurate medical jargon from, but it was still amusing to see.

“noooo!” she wails before she realizes that you and zayne were watching her with matching endeared expressions. 

“dada, i mean– doctor zayne, he’s not gonna make it!” zia says, pouting and zayne almost wants to laugh at the way his daughter’s eyes were tearing up, clearly waaaay too invested in her little roleplay. 

“what seems to be the issue, doctor zia?” 

“he’s melting! i don’t know how to stop, we’re losing him, dada!” zia whines and zayne smiles before shaking his head, not wanting to believe that there has come a point in time where he’s perform resuscitation acts on a plushie but he finds himself pressing on the soft body of the plush and counting in succession before he turns on a fan nearby. 

he waits for a few seconds before he raises the plushie to cover his head and move the chubby arms of the snowman. 

“thank you, doctor zia! you saved me!” zayne said in a high pitched tone and you almost wanted to squeal at how adorable the scene is as zia jumps and hugs the plushie, giggling at the way zayne makes the plushie hug her back. 

when zia clutches on tightly, zayne finally lets go, placing a quick kiss on his daughter’s cheek and heads over back to you with a smile on his face. he wraps his arm around your waist as he kisses your forehead and looks at zia playing with her plushies once more, his previous headache definitely gone. 

the both of you looked at each other and laughed as zia glared at the astronaut penguin. 

“nurse penguin, you’re fired.”

poor penguin. 

 xavier: sons, 8. daughter, 4 

on the contrary, ever since xavier became a father, he was definitely more and more active. he’s been taking them out on walks, buying them ice cream and definitely using their cuteness against you as they unfortunately inherited their father’s puppy eyes and plump pout. 

xavier is definitely a present father as he went as far as taking weeks off just to ensure that his children don’t feel like he’s putting being a hunter above them because god only knows how untrue that statement was. 

unfortunately, you, being a lower ranking hunter do not get the same time-off benefits as your husband so there come times where you’ll be assigned to missions lasting days or weeks at most and xavier will be the sole parent responsible for the time being. 

but xavier never made you feel as though he were lacking in being a father. 

however, as you were unfortunately assigned to a mission in a different city, xavier was woken up to his baby girl crying. 

it was almost comical how quick he got up and ran to the source of the pained cry. 

“no, no. don’t cry, please! i’m sorry. you can hit me back, i won’t get mad, i swear!” he hears his eight year old son, leo, say in a hushed voice to their little sister who he was trying to calm down as he rocked her in his arms. he can see the other twin in front of leo and was also trying to calm their little sister down. 

“please, stop crying, i’m sorry…” his second son, milo, says, voice wobbly as he’s visibly distressed. 

“no, i hate you!” stella yells back, punching at her brother’s chest. 

from what xavier could see, the living room was a clean mess. a few thrown pillows were scattered but nothing of a major clean up. he could also see the toy sword that he bought leo thrown to the side, the rainbow LEDs flickering in bright colors, indicating that leo was using it and xavier was a smart man. he knew what happened but he wanted to hear leo and milo's side as to why stella is crying. 

“what happened?” he asks in a soft voice, his sudden appearance making leo and milo jump as they looked at their father with wide and teary eyes. 

“dad!” xavier hums as he walks and sits by them, stella, at the sight of her father, wails louder and makes grabby hands at him. leo carefully transfers his little sister to his father’s arms, stella quiets down and sniffles on xavier’s chest. 

“i’m sorry! we were playing wanderers and i accidentally hit her too hard.” leo admits, looking down, his fists clenched and xavier could see the tears falling from his son’s head, down to his folded up thighs. milo nods, confirming the story. 

“stella didn’t want to, but we still forced her to play because we wanted to have fun with her. we’re sorry, dad.” milo continues, comforting his twin– who was definitely a lot more sensitive, on the side.

xavier secures one arm on his daughter’s back and the other patting his son’s shoulders. 

“didn’t i say last time that stella is still too young to be rowdy with you boys?” they both nod guiltily. 

“we’re sorry, dad.” leo apologizes,  xavier shakes his head. 

“i’m not the one you should be apologizing to.” xavier gestures to stella who was peeking from his chest, looking at her older brothers warily. 

“we’re so sorry, stella.” the twins say with regret, stella looks from her father, to her brothers who were anticipating an answer. stella, being young and never holding a grudge, nodded her head and her brothers basically tackled her into a hug, apologizing once more profusely. 

xavier smiled at the scene and took a look at the swords splayed around in the living room once more before an idea pops into his head. 

he calls for his children's attention before he walks sluggishly, almost like a zombie. 

“the three of you can team up. i’ll play wanderer. try and defeat me.” xavier proposes and with the three smiles that confirmed his proposal, he spent the rest of his afternoon play-fighting with his children. 

the moment you came home, you saw them all huddled together on the living room floor, sound asleep. xavier hugging his twins on either side of his arms and stella laying on his chest. 

you definitely had a new wallpaper after that. 

rafayel: daughter, 8

the lemurian painter, when he found out that he was a dad-to-be, for lack of a better term, exploded in colors. everything that had something to do with the baby, it had to be colorful. 

the nursery walls? painted a vibrant blue with corals and sea creatures smiling, the onesies? all the cutest color combinations he could think of, any color would work! colors in gender– when talking about a baby, definitely did not exist to him as he ensured his baby guppy will grow up appreciating and loving color.

now, eight years later, rafayel is stuck in a dilemma. while he knew that his kid would inevitably inherit his taste for the arts, he knew that honing his daughter’s skills in painting would take time. 

“raf?” you called for him and he put his paintbrush down, paint smeared on his cheek as he gave you a serene smile. 

“yeah?” 

“mira wants to show you something.” you say with a smile that’s almost alarming but before he could ask, you move to the side, your daughter enters the art room, holding a piece of canvas paper in her hands. 

“what’cha got there, ‘gup?” he turns to his stool, staying seated as his height is taller than her daughter standing. mira looks at her artwork and bites her lip, shy. 

rafayel has been waiting for this moment all his life. he never wanted to rush mira’s artistic process, when mira expresses her interest in the arts then that’s when he’d step in because when that happens, rafayel knows it’s out of passion for the craft and not for the sake of following in his footsteps, so to have this moment right now is almost monumental to him. 

“i…” mira trails off before she faces the paper down and pushes it to rafayel’s hands. 

“i drew you.” rafayel’s heart melted right there and then as he giggles. “you drew me? my guppy drew me? why wouldn’t she? her father is the most handsome, i know i’ll look the best in your draw—” rafayel was at a loss for words. 

for the lack of a better term… the drawing was… something. 

his head was waaaay too big and his arms weren’t proportionate, his eyes were bulging out the outline of the head and mira even went as far as drawing sea creatures. somehow, reddie, the family’s pet fish was more decent looking than him. 

“oh.” rafayel’s smile dropped as he sees the drawing before his lips curl up and you can see him physically restraining himself from laughing out loud. with that, you couldn’t help but turn around and finally let your shoulders shake, soundless laughter leaving your chest as you couldn’t help but fall on your knees. 

“i knew you wouldn’t like it.” mira’s voice wobbles and that snaps rafayel back into reality as he sees his daughter pouting, she tried grabbing for the paper and rafayel shakes his head fast. 

“no, no! i love it. you can definitely see that it’s me!” rafayel reassures, a few chortles leaving his lips as he looks at the image once more. 

“oh… where were you when the mermaids were sculpting my statue…” he says, still trying not to laugh as much as he wanted to. 

don’t get him wrong, he’s knows it’s no picasso and that mira is obviously a beginner, but his reaction was rooted from downright adoration that his daughter drew a picture of him when she knows she doesn’t know enough of the basics to cover it, knowing that mira was interested in drawing– the arts, was enough to have him all giggly and on cloud nine. 

“i don’t think it looks good…” rafayel immediately shakes his head once more. “it’s looks fantastic, what are you talking about!”

“then why’s mama laughing?” rafayel doesn’t want to look at you in fear that he’d burst out laughing himself as he perched his daughter on his lap. 

“mama doesn’t know what she’s talking about! did you know, you draw fish better than your mama.” mira perks up at the praise. 

rafayel nods, affirming his statement as he now sees the glint in her eyes, the same color as his. 

“yeah, with a bit of practice, you’ll be better than me!” mira was now excited, feeling giddy at her father’s praise. 

“how about this. you draw your mom next then i’ll teach you how to paint, do you want that?” mira nods excitedly before she bolts out the door, preparing to draw you in the same way she drew rafayel. 

“was drawing me necessary?” you say as you wiped the tears of joy on your face. rafayel finally lets out a laugh. 

“if i get an abstract portrait, so do you.”

sylus: daughter, 7

the big bad leader of onychinus was tired. he just finished up a meeting with one of the underground syndicates that were seeking his alliance. it did not end well for the other party as they were unreasonable with their demands and it was an obvious ploy to overthrow sylus out of his position. 

he gets home to his mansion, greeting mephisto as he trudged along the wide hallways of his abode. wanting to greet his wife, he was surprised when the aforementioned pulls him aside and told him to quiet down. 

sylus raises a brow, yet nothing was of importance to him. at least not before kissing you in greeting so he does just that and you swat his arm– that automatically finds itself wrapped on your waist, he smirks, inhaling your scent as you shush him once more. 

“what's happening, my wife?” sylus asks as he peers over your shoulder to the entryway of his weapon room. 

his eyes widened as he saw his daughter sitting down on the throne-like chair, luke and kieran kneeling before her. 

“do you want to live, yes, no, maybe so?” she giggles and you couldn’t help but snort, knowing that she was just acting like her father. you hear sylus scoff from behind you but he makes no move to intervene. 

luke and kieran play along, begging for their lives in a joking manner. 

“missus, please spare my life! i gave you a chocolate bar when your dad told me not to!” luke pleads. 

“no, missus! spare me. i’m the better looking one!” kieran says, luke nudges kieran and kieran does it right back, causing a little nudge fight to occur with sylus’ right hand men… if he could call them that, they were definitely acting like children. 

your daughter, athena, laughs before she lifts her hand, a weak red linkage tugging at their clothes, it was a weaker version of sylus’ evol but it was still impressive nonetheless. 

luke and kieran play along, pretending as if her evol were making them fly in the air as they make exaggerated “whooaaah” noises. 

“missus, please hear us out!” athena hums before she clears her throat. 

“oki!” she shakes her head, “wait no, that’s not how daddy does it… proceed.” luke and kieran internally coo at their boss’ daughter’s cuteness. 

“how about… i buy you ice cream and candy for one week… or whenever the bossman tells you no.” athena’s eyes sparkle at luke’s suggestion. 

“no, my proposal is better! what if i buy you anything you want if you let me free.” kieran rebuts and athena looks conflicted. 

“princess, don’t think too hard about this.” the two henchmen jump slightly at sylus’ booming voice, athena gasps in happiness as she recognizes the voice. 

“daddy! you’re home.”

sylus smiles at the running child who hugged his waist, greeting him. he kneels down and places a kiss on the crown of her hair. 

“hello, my princess. how was your day?” he effortlessly lifts up his daughter, raising her on his hip as he walks toward the two henchmen who were fearing for their lives, wondering how much sylus heard about them giving athena treats they were not supposed to. 

“it was fun! uncle luke and uncle kieran played with me the entire day!”

“speaking off…” sylus trails off and the men squeak at sylus’ glare. 

“what option do you choose, princess?” athena’s brow furrows and sylus kisses it away. “you have to weigh down what’s more beneficial to you in the long run, sweetheart.” he advises and athena, smart for her age, immediately knows the right answer. 

“uncle kieran’s because it’s not just food?” athena looks at her dad for confirmation and lets out a happy sound once he nods. 

“yay!” 

sylus huffs out a laugh, finding his daughter adorable. she definitely took after you in terms of how easy you were to please but he’d have it no other way. now that playtime was over, luke and kieran casually lounge at the room. 

“how about you go and help mommy out with dinner?” she pouts. “you help too!”

sylus chuckles. “of course, princess.” he puts his daughter down and lets himself be pulled by the tiny being.

luke and kieran released a sigh of relief that they were holding as they saw the father-daughter duo leave the room… only to stand at attention once sylus comes back, his arm being pulled by his daughter. 

“this conversation isn’t done. i’d like to know more about what you were giving my princess even if it wasn’t allowed.”

maybe luke and kieran had to beg for their lives after all.

note/s: dad!lads!dad!lads!dad!lads!dad!lads!dad!lads! *gunshot*

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Letters from Jihyun Kim - #2

This is the second letter in a series I’m indulging in to help break through my writer’s block. Letters are easier to write, for some reason. Read the first letter here. No smut. Kind of angsty. Maybe fluffy. I blame depression but it’s whatever. **Spoilers for V’s After Ending** love; not wrong(brave), EDEN 🎵

Dearest Lucia,

I hope this letter finds you healthy and happy. I know it’s been some time since I wrote to you, and I’m sorry to have kept you waiting. Please know that just because I haven’t written lately doesn’t mean you haven’t been on my mind constantly. You’re always the first thought in my head when I wake and the last I have before I go to sleep. There’s nothing more important in this world to me than being able to finish my work here as soon as possible so that I can return to your side. 

Keep reading

Kougami: I’m very upset and nothing can make me feel better right now.

Ginoza:

Kougami: No.

Kunizuka:

Kougami: Guys, don’t.

Kagari: [Brings Akane into the room]

Kougami: [Fighting back a smile] Dammit.

An Analysis of ShinKane in Psycho-Pass: The Movie

After streaming through Psycho Pass S1 and Psycho Pass: The Movie, one cannot deny the fact that there most certainly is a relationship worth bringing up between Kogami Shinya and Tsunemori Akane, be it platonic or romantic. Although the author has explicitly said that their relationship is viewed more as one that is grounded by “trust that surpasses romantic love,” their dynamic throughout the series still makes the ship worth the emotional investment, or in fandom jargon: it has the potential to sail.

The interaction between Akane and Kogami in Psycho-Pass: The Movie basically supported, if not confirmed, our suspicion of a romance between the two. The main giveaway was their tension, and how they made the most out of their time together. At this point, Akane’s attachment to Kogami, more than that of seeking justice, is clear as day. She most certainly had intentions of meddling into the matters between the government and SEAUn, but needless to say, she also saw it as a leeway to “catch” Kogami. What I love about the movie is that “catch” could have meant two things – to catch a man who has gone to the other side of the law, or/and simply to see and talk to him after his long absence. Kogami was still the gentleman that he is when they met – recklessly putting his life on the line by shielding her from the drone’s wrath. I’d like to think that he knew it was Akane at the start of their spar, because for a second, you could see his face hit a realization.

I’d also like to think that if his encounter was really a threat, he would have done more. Akane was then firm with her resolve to arrest Kogami, but ended up teaming up with him. Perhaps she sensed, as philosophically close as they were, that Kogami was fighting against her supposed party, for greater and more rational reasons. It is important to note, that despite having been separated for quite some time, their trust is still bulletproof as ever. Not once have they thought that the other is with malicious intent.

The fan that I am, here are some notable scenes from the movie that screamed ShinKane:

1) Trust without hints of hesitation: he agreed to the team up without any question, saved her from the drone, drove her to their HQ, and lent her his military jacket to hide her involvement with the government.

2) She offers him her pack of Spinel. The over-thinkers that we females are, it would be nice to know what ran into his mind when he saw she had a pack of Spinel. The answers can go a lot of ways, but I love how it implies that she hasn’t forgotten him.

3) They both couldn’t sleep. We don’t exactly know the reason. Yes, it may be due to their predicament; sensing that something ominous was at bay, or perhaps because they had a lot of things in their mind that they wanted to say to each other, but assume that the other is asleep. As Kogami sensed her walk her way to the balcony, he followed soon after. Akane then started talking to him without even looking behind her, also sensing that he couldn’t get the sleep they both needed.

4) Akane’s opinion mattered to him. My favorite conversation between the two was when Akane compared and contrasted him to Makishima. It just means that all throughout the years of trying to understand him, she has come up with a moving analysis. I’d like to think that Kogami, in the momentary calm of the night, may have realized that Akane most certainly is one of the few people who knows him more than he may even know himself.

5) Parting ways. The first thought that crossed his mind was to make her escape. They were rather raw with their camaraderie here – Kogami tells her to escape and do her fair share of investigation, but really, it’s also because the HQ was going to be a warzone, and he wouldn’t want Akane killed in action. Better him than her, the martyr that he is. It’s almost as though the movie wanted us to feel like all these were more than just their superficial and dutiful intentions. I took the case to solve it but also to see you. You need to escape to investigate the chairman, and because it’s going to be dangerous here. Lastly, at that moment, it was as though Kogami sensed the reason for Akane’s strong disapproval of leaving without him and said “Don’t worry. Do you really think I’ll die that easily? If we both survive this, come try to catch me again.” Because it mattered to her that he would live. Moreover, the last statement played around with their cat and mouse game, be it with the intention of arresting him, or just simply seeing him. Kogami exhausted his reassurance in this scene, because he knew just how much Akane wanted him to stay alive.

6) Smile of relief. Following their last encounter and the dangers he put her into as she went back to Shamballa unattended by him, he smiles when he sees her alive and well. Even after being heavily tortured, it mattered to him that she stays alive as well.

7) Last look at each other. After Kogami fires a bullet to free her from her handcuffs and tells her to go after the Chairman, they paused for a glance at each other, almost as though they knew it would be their last encounter in who knows how long.

By far the most adorable Fan art I have seen. 

by: Komatsuna. 

some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.