You see, there are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. Indeed that’s what we provide in our own modest, humble, insignificant… oh, fuck it.
thank you, @pleasantdreamsart for tagging me!! this is so fun^^ the rules: name 1 favorite character from 10 fandoms and tag whoever you’d like!!
(notice an alarming amount of characters voiced by okamoto nobuhiko, seiyuu goals-
1. nishinoya yuu- haikyuu!!
*cough* nishinoya *cough* yuu *cough* is my fucking angel that took my heart away and threw it into dirt
2. yang xiao long- rwby
my firecracker <3 syawed my heart away, she deserves happiness and what happened to her is uncalled for, i blocked roosterteeth, locked myself in my room to cry, goddamit barb
3. obi- akagami no shirayukihime
couldn’t pick one picture, lol)) he is honestly my sweetest child and he’s bodyguard goals, shirayuki’s bff, deserved better, is a goofy ass that has so much love to give
4. orihara izaya- durarara
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accurate summary. ((these are all file names of pics of him)) my little devil. i love him but i’m glad he was punched.
5.tom- star vs. the forces of evil
i just?? love him??? i love him!! it was a really hard choice between marco or tom. i picked tom bc in the end of the day- marco is the better singer. tom is my dorky son, who is also a deadly demon, and he cannot sing. so yeah, tom.
he is just me in real life… he’s adorable and deserves rest!~ mahiru is so lucky to have him, i’d love a little vampire kitty. i’d gladly take him and give him the attention and happiness he deserves.
7. shego- kim possible
had to go back in time to kim possible! shego had a huge influence on me as a kid and i absolutely adored her. she was so important to me, i figured- might as well put my queen on the list. my badass power hungry babe.
8.karma- ansatsu kyoushitsu
((i didn’t have any good pics of this badass)) i love psycho characters. like- i love karma. just give me more badass babes voiced by okamoto-san. you can never have too many. the development he goes through is amazing. he’s just amazing.
9. kuriyama mirai- kyoukai no kanata
my poor angsty princess. i love her so much- she is so strong, everything she’s been through she did alone, she didn’t have anyone. it was really close between her and akihito, like reallyreally close. she got so far. the movie though ;A;
that picture sums up his character pretty well. a ball of sunshine who is dumb and good looking, who’s so good with girls that he embarrasses himself. he uses the dumbest pickup lines and his friendship with chiyo is adorable. 100\100.
note: i fought hard battles to make this list. please note there are shows\animes that are so good i can’t pick a favorite.
I took a heartier breath and strutted towards Connor. When college exams and the texts made me feel frazzled, my wardrobe flooded me with confidence. Black skirt, sheer tights, booties with five-inch heels, a blazer over a loose white blouse, topped with a sleek pony and a Chanel handbag—I was ready for battle.
As I neared, Connor stepped from the table, his wardrobe equally put-together: navy slacks, leather belt, expensive loafers, an Oxford collar button-down and tie beneath a gray sweater. He had always dressed better than most men, but I wouldn’t dare compliment him. I spoke hurriedly and hushed. “Did you slip and fall and forget that your allegiances are to Penn, not Princeton?” He almost laughed like I couldn’t see what was right in front of me. “Richard—” “My allegiance is to you, Rose.”
What the hell is going on? my iron walls seemed to shriek. This was unlike me. Letting him stay. Letting him help. Letting him near. I didn’t want to push him away. I wanted Connor right here next to me. I found my pen. I placed it on the table, and his arm extended over the back of my chair. He started talking about the equation, but I couldn’t think straight. “Rose?” I glanced at him, just slightly. He studied me with noticeable affection behind his blue eyes. “Continue,” I told him, my voice stilted. “No.” My eyes flamed. “No?” His hand encased my cheek and jaw, large and assured. My pulse beat my veins alive. His other hand rested on the outside of my thigh, climbing towards my ass. I held onto his shoulder. Our lifetimes of combatting one another seemed to flip over like a spinning coin that fell to one side. His lips an inch from mine, he whispered something, not a quote. Not in French. Connor Cobalt murmured, “What’s inside this feeling that screams at me?” His eyes spoke of battles and wins and years positioned right across from me. “Devotion.” He neared. “Fealty.” His lips touched mine. Our very first kiss. My rigid body stayed erect, but I heated like a thousand burning stars. He deepened the kiss, in control so I wouldn’t have to think. I was thinking. I thought about how my mind sparked and blistered. I thought about how his hands commanded the moment as much as his lips. I thought about how he held me like I’d always been in his possession, as he’d always been in mine.