‘We’re grateful for everything, We think we’re on the same level as the fans, There’s no on top or on the bottom, I want us all to be on top, There’s that part of the music market, where you can become famous… But we’re not interested in that at all, We just want to play music.’ RUKI
[for anyone wondering, I found out the original poster is
Hey pal! Are you familiar with story INDUCKS code D 97011? It's definitely my favorite Gladstone story, but I don't think it was officially translated into English. I couldn't find a fan translation either, but I assume you're better at that than I am. Anyway it's amazing- the plot and ending are very original. Gladstone gets to soul-search and Donald gets to enjoy some success, what do you know!
ANOTHER Massimo Fecchi! I’m starting to think he likes Gladstone as much as I do! Can’t say I’ve heard of it, the English title seems to be ‘What’s luck got to do with it?” -anyone out there who knows where I can read it, even if not in English? I’d be super grateful! first page on I.N.D.U.C.K.S. looks like this;
How do you know that the original myth about Hades and Persephone is the one where she goes to the underworld willingly and then falls in love with him rather than him abducting and raping her? I tried to find some information but couldn't find any.
oikawa notes: soulmate au. where when you write something on your skin, it will show up on your soulmate’s skin as well [♢].
Oikawa is only a child when he picks up a pen, flips over his best friend’s hand, and draws a cluster of stars on the inside of his wrist. The boys stare, transfixed, at what they see unfold before their eyes.
Following that, it becomes a favorite pass-time.
Iwa-chan’s body is a canvas, and Oikawa delights in tracing patterns over his skin: stars and scribbles and superhero phrases, things he copies from his volleyball magazines and things he lets his imagination bring to life.
His mother is stern with him, once. “Stop that, Tooru. You’ll give Hajime-kun ink poisoning at this rate.”
Both boys hesitate, trading secret glances, before Oikawa turns over his own hand to show off the cluster of fading stars drawn on the inside of his wrist. “But it’s so cool, look. Whatever I draw on Iwa-chan shows up on me too! It’s like—magic!”