7, 8, 11 & 16 For The Anime Ask Game

7, 8, 11 & 16 for the anime ask game <2

Thank you for the ask!! <2 Be forewarned: I am a certified rambler!

7. A few, yes! In terms of shounen classics, I’ve seen Bleach and Hunter x Hunter. In terms of shoujo classics, I’ve seen Sailor Moon and Fruits Basket. As for Pokémon: Pokémon is my special interest that I love very dearly! I’ve watched all seasons, included Japan exclusive OVAs and the Origins web series, up until they started to adapt the Black and White games. I’ve even read the Pokémon Adventures manga up until the XY adaptations! I’m still salty over how dirty they did gym leader Cilan in the anime compared to his personality in the games.

8. It’s definitely a mix of the two, for me. I watch whatever I’m in the mood for, generally. So I’ve seen things ranging from FMA: Brotherhood to Magi, as well as Mob Psycho, Mashle, and things like 91 Days and RobiHachi and Buddy Daddies. I don’t particularly stick to any one genre or demographic, for the most part.

11. While it hasn’t really aged well imo, I definitely think that Ouran Highschool Host Club should have gotten a sequel!! The anime deviated from the manga towards the end, and the manga actually follows Haruhi right up until she graduates from Ouran! Also, Tamaki actually gets character development in the manga!!! On another, very different note, Magic Kaito 1412 (some places know it as Kaito Kid). The whole phantom thief thing is really cool and I wanted to see more of his adventures!

16. I generally don’t stick around to listen to ending themes cuz when I watch an anime, I tend to skip openings and endings since if I’m watching a show, it means I’m binging it. I reserve listening to them for the very first and last episodes of a season. So I really had to think about it! I think for me, it’s Tokyo Ghoul’s Ending ‘Saints’ (Seijatachi). It’s the only ending theme I’ve ever actually stuck around to listen to instead of skipping to the next episode.

Here are some facts about the aspec community whereas if you struggle to grasp or comprehend them, you probably still have some amatonormativity / allonormativity to unlearn:

Asexual people can have and desire romantic relationships even if sex is off the table for them.

Some asexual people like sexual content in fiction but not in real life.

There's a difference between an aroallo person and a non-committal cishet. No your cheating ex boyfriend who only cares about sex isn't automatically aromantic.

Being aroallo is not synonymous with a high libido.

Queerplatonic relationships can look exactly like an allonormative romantic relationship and not be one because things like kissing etc. aren't inherently romantic.

Asexual people can wear and like clothing that is revealing or commonly regarded as sexual without it meaning that they desire sex.

NOTHING but literal intercourse is inherently sexual. Kissing isn't inherently sexual. Not even french-kissing or making out. Neck kisses aren't inherently sexual. Flirting isn't inherently sexual. Hell, I only found out like two weeks ago that some people, even in the ace community, consider these things to be inherently sexual.

No form of affection is inherently romantic either. Kissing isn't inherently romantic. Hand-holding isn't inherently romantic. Cuddling isn't inherently romantic. Even all of these things in combination aren't automatically indicative of a romantic relationship.

You define whether something is sexual or romantic to YOU. This does not mean it is to everyone else.

Some aspecs just don't want a partner at all

Some aspecs aren't aromantic but don't mind not having a partner either.

A QPR isn't the only other option aside from platonic or romantic relationships. A QPR also isn't romance lite or the aro version of a romantic relationship.

Being demisexual or gray ace doesn't automatically make someone sex-favorable

Frayromantic people feel romantic attraction until they develop a close bond with the person. The romantic attraction fading does NOT necessarily mean they care about that person less or don't desire a committed relationship with them because relationships and attraction isn't hierarchical.

Some people don't want to engage with sexual content at all.

If you read these and you realize these never occurred to you or that you have been assuming some things, that's not a judgement of you. We all have internalized allonormativity and amatonormativity. It just means there's work to do.

so like, in the world of farming sims, stardew valley is one that like everyone has heard of. I even saw a creator do a twst x stardew au and loved it! but has anyone heard of the rune factory series? it’s fantasy farming basically, and beast men and elves and dragons exist in that world too, just casually hanging out. the protagonists of the series are always people with amnesia who start over in a town that takes them in and gives them a farm so they can sustain themselves. wouldn’t a twisted wonderland x rune factory crossover au be so cool? would anyone other than me be interested? I don’t really know any other people who are into the rune factory games, honestly.

Anime ask game!

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Send a number or more in my ask, and I'll answer the respective question! Feel free to send more than one ask!

1. Favorite anime?

2. Least favorite anime?

3. Last anime you saw?

4. First anime you remember seeing?

5. Is there an anime genre you shy away from?

6. What is your favorite anime genre?

7. Have you watchen The Classics? (ie. Evangelion, Naruto, Dragon Ball, Detective Conan, Pokémon, Bleach, etc.)

8. Do you watch more popular anime (like Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood and Dr. Stone) or more obscure anime (like Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic)? Or is it a mix of the two?

9. Any anime recs?

10. Do you generally watch anime in the original dub or in your language?

11. Anime you wish had gotten a sequel?

12. Anime you wish had NOT gotten a sequel?

13. Anime you wish got more seasons?

14. Anime you wish got less seasons?

15. Favorite opening theme?

16. Favorite ending theme?

17. Have you ever went to an anime convention?

18. Anime pet peeve?

19. Have you ever watched an anime to the end, and then went for the manga to see the rest?

20. Do you generally prefer manga or anime?

21. Do you own or have you ever owned a physical copy of a manga volume?

22. Have you watched anime with someone else?

23. Unpopular anime you wish got more hype?

24. What is, in your opinion, the best anime (that you've watched or in the whole world), be it your favorite or not?

25. [Free space! Send a random anime or manga related question!]

Ive heard Saiki K was pretty good. Never really got into it myself, only know it by proxy (obsessed friends) but they showed me his rep and it seems alright (am Aroace myself lol). Thats the only one I can really think of off the top of my head tho.

Thank you for the rec! I have seen Saiki K before and have read the manga for it, too. Kusuo Saiki is one of my top favorite characters!! There are compilations on YouTube of him being an absolute aroace icon, I highly recommend watching them. I’m not sure if I’m aro too, but I do definitely know know I’m ace, and I relate to Saiki’s character a lot.

Come My Way - Silver

Author Notes: So, this was certainly a thing. I started writing this after the Diasomnia chapter while listening to AmaLee's cover of "Come this Way" from the Inuyasha anime and it kind of spiraled from there. I decided I'd play with the entire red string of fate thing despite it being rather heavy-handed in terms of romance since Prefect and Silver have some interesting ties within the storyline which I have considered writing an analysis of for my analysis blog. (plus I do find the red string of fate to be quite romantic at times and it was a nice tie in for all the other Inuyasha stuff) I came back and edited this fic to the original version of the song "Come" that is seventh ending theme of Inuyasha. All in all, the fic ended up long, but I still found it intriguing enough to post since I didn't have a fic in particular planned for this week. As per usual, reader is gender neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender neutral reader /sfw /fluff /some drama /romance /spoilers for Diasomnia chapter

Word count: 2584

Fated love was something that seemed to only occur in fairytales. An amusing thought for someone from the country of the fae to have. But to Silver, the idea of meeting someone he was fated to be with despite the many obstacles life could hold was beautiful, but also rather improbable.

Especially when he considered his narcolepsy.

It was almost like a fond dream, perfect and wonderful, until he awoke and the dream was shattered.

And yet, when he first saw you, Silver felt a glimmer of something akin to recognition. 

But he knew, for a fact, that he had never met you. There was no way he could have since you were from an entirely other world that was supposedly devoid of magic.

So Silver had initially shrugged that strange sensation of familiarity off. Deciding that you probably just had one of those faces that looked incredibly similar to someone else’s. 

But he’d still wanted to get to know you. Out of curiosity, if nothing else.

The mere idea of even meeting you soon seemed to be perfectly impossible, though. Because it was like the world itself was endeavoring to keep the two of you apart. 

And maybe it was. You weren’t from this world, and, if Silver thought logically about it, perhaps it was best if he didn’t talk to you. 

Maybe he didn’t need to let whatever this pull was that seemed to draw him inevitably towards you have its way. After all, if he were already so intrigued by you without talking to you, then he didn’t see how it could get any better once he did get to know you.

And then, if you did as you no doubt wished and went home, he would be left alone.

Alone and empty, he feared, if the sensation that he was close to meeting someone beyond important to him that swelled within him every time he saw you was anything to go by.

Initially, he’d kept his thoughts to himself. Better that way, since he didn’t want to bother anyone else with the strange, foreign feelings. But when he started seeing you in his dreams, always distant but ever present and seemingly unreachable. That was when it had gone on long enough.

Lilia had smiled at him amusedly when he’d explained the strange sensation that he knew you despite having never met you and the urges he felt to speak to you. To get to know you.

It was as if the ancient fae had already known, and he even nodded like he was completely unsurprised as he’d spoken. His tone oddly pleased, “I had wondered if this would happen. They do remind me of you, after all.”

Silver had felt his eyes widen at his father’s words before he shook his head in confusion, “How are they like me?”

Lilia had laughed aloud at his son’s words, rubbing Silver’s head like he was still a small child as his eyes gleamed with amused fondness, “Why, you’re both diligent, reserved, good children. Humans who don’t judge others by their race and who are capable of forgiving even the greatest of evils. You both serve as a sort of light within the darkness to the hearts of those you touch.”

Silver had felt himself smile, shaking his head at his father’s words but knowing better than to deny what he’d said. Lilia had always doted on his son, and even if Silver didn’t agree with the image he painted, Lilia wouldn’t accept his refusal.

Lilia had sat down next to Silver on the bed, his eyes narrowing with amusement, “Let me tell you a story from another land far, far away.”

Silver had focused on his father’s words, frowning slightly in determination to remain focused without falling asleep.

“In the same land that holds the great Loong dragons, there is a story of a red string.” Lilia had spoken in a soft voice, the one that always lulled Silver to sleep but also held the greatest of secrets.

“No one knows what spinning wheel weaves this string; perhaps it is the wheel of life itself. But legend has it that this thin strand of red ties you to your fated one.”

Silver had nodded, not surprised by the contents of the legend. It was much like other stories that revolved around fate, but he tilted his head nonetheless, “A single string seems an odd choice for a tie that binds.”

Lilia had nodded, giggling slightly before he continued, “It is, isn’t it? But that fragility hides incredible strength. Just like how love can seem fragile, but can weather even the greatest of storms, this single thread of red string is strong. No matter the distance, time, or circumstance, it will remain strong.”

He’d blinked, his pink eyes gleaming in the darkness like some sort of omen. A subtle reminder that there was more to Silver’s father than met the eye as he finished, his voice dropping and having caused Silver to still ever-so-slightly, “Perhaps it could even stretch across worlds, should fate will it.”

With only those words, it became beyond clear what Lilia had met when he’d started his tale and how it connected to Silver’s trouble with you. Silver had shook his head slightly, smiling softly, as he’d realized what Lilia was doing. It hadn’t the first time his father had teased him about romance.

“Father, I don’t think a thread of legend is what is causing me to be fascinated by Y/n,” At Silver’s words, Lilia had nodded. Smiling to himself, like he knew a secret that no one else knew anything about.

Lilia’s hands had found Silver’s, and the ancient fae had looked down at his son’s hands, calloused from the use of the sword, as his own rough thumb had slipped over his son’s pinkie finger, the smile on his face spreading, “Perhaps not… Perhaps not.”

The days wore on, and Silver had thought very little of the discussion he’d had with his father, even as you remained an ever-present thought in his mind.

And then he’d finally interacted with you. 

It had seemed more like an accident than anything. A small blip in the plans of the world as time itself had seemed to slow around the two of you, and you blinked at him in quiet surprise before you smiled.

It had been a very brief interaction, with you almost bumping into him in a doorway as he’d started to enter a classroom. You’d backtracked quickly, laughing slightly as you apologized and moved out of his way even as he’d assured that there was no problem and that he should have been paying better attention to where he was going.

And after that, Silver had found himself bumping into you more and more. Spending time with you between classes. Waking up to find you sitting next to him, like you were protecting him. Before long, he was even walking you back to your dorm.

“Silver, it seems you’ve befriended the Child of Man. You’ve been spending quite a bit of time with them,” Malleus’s smile had been beyond smug as he greeted Silver one day when Silver had only just gotten back from walking you to Ramshackle dorm.

Silver had blinked at the prince’s words, half-startled, before he nodded, “Yes, Y/n and I have been helping each other with classes.”

It was strange, in many ways, to use an evasive remark when Silver had known he hadn’t been doing anything wrong, but something about the way Lilia had smiled at him from around Malleus. His large eyes, narrowing with amusement as he looked at his son, that had Silver faltering.

“They are quite charming, aren’t they? It seems they have won over most of the school by now,” Malleus’s fingers had brushed across his lips as if he were trying to hide the amused grin that stretched across his face.

But his words were true. Silver seemed to have been the last one to reach where you were, and now that he’d been standing next to you, he’d noticed something.

You worried about and for those around you. A little bit too much, in fact. 

Silver suspected that was why you’d wound up in so many situations, to the point where you were something of a celebrity within the school. One that was either hated or loved depending on who you spoke to.

But you went out of your way to help those around you and did your best to keep up with your peers, even though there was no way you could truly succeed in the magic-related classes.

It was like you were running from something and using everything to distract yourself from whatever that thing was.

And perhaps that was why Silver hadn’t been surprised when he’d found you asleep on your couch, where you’d passed out before he’d shown up to study with you.

The fact you had been asleep wasn’t odd; you’d been falling asleep during the day more and had mentioned not sleeping well at night before. What had been concerning, though, were the marks of dried tears on your face that had caused Silver to frown as he’d knelt down beside you.

Because that was what he had been worried about even then. That you weren’t letting yourself rely on others and were instead pushing yourself to support everyone else and avoiding your own problems.

For someone who’d been magically transported to a world that wasn’t your own, you seldom mentioned your home and took a surprising amount in stride.

He’d remembered how you’d looked when Leona had overblotted. Grimly determined and afraid. But Silver had suspected that fear had been less in regard to your own potential injury and more for Leona himself.

He hadn’t said anything, though. Silver knew when someone didn’t want to talk about something. But he also knew that if you ever needed him, he would be here. Right by your side and waiting.

You hadn’t come to him with your troubles, though. Instead, you’d bore them in silence all the way up until shortly before Silver’s entire world changed.

That day, you’d been different.

“Y/n, what is it?” You jolted from your fidgeting motions, as if Silver’s soft voice had startled you, and you’d looked at him with wide, almost fearful eyes that had caused him to frown.

You’d relaxed, though, something that he’d wondered about even then. Was it a natural reaction or forced?

“I… I just feel like something’s going to happen,” Silver had tilted his head at your words, so unlike how usually laid-back you were.

“How so?” You’d met his gaze as he spoke and kept his voice soft and carefully controlled as he’d leaned forward and towards you.

“Do you believe that dreams can sometimes predict things?” Silver had felt his eyebrows raise at your words, and at first he’d honestly thought you were teasing him. But a single glance at your expression, worry-filled as it was, had told him everything.

“Fa- Lilia has spoken of prophetic dreams and people who can see things before; why?” You’d nodded at his words, looking away as if you were deep in thought.

And after a brief moment, you’d looked back toward him. A forced smile sweeping across your face that was nowhere near as natural as the one you usually wore. 

Your hand had found his, surprising him slightly as a tingle had seemed to shoot through him at your mere touch as you’d spoken, your smile softening as you’d seemed to reassure yourself, “I just hope everything stays like this.”

Your words had lingered in his mind, playing on repeat like an omen, until the day had come when Lilia told him he was leaving.

That was when everything had shattered, and suddenly, somewhere in the back of his mind, Silver had wondered: Was this what you’d been worried about?

He hadn’t gotten a chance to ask or even see you until after everything had happened.

Lilia’s farewell party had come; Silver had confessed everything about his feelings and frustrations to Malleus, and then Malleus had overblotted.

Silver knew he was lucky, though. Lucky that, in some small way, you’d warned him. And lucky that the very moment he’d fallen asleep, he’d known something was amiss.

It had been subtle, but in the midst of the slightly off, too-perfect world that was his dream, he’d felt it. A gentle tugging at his pinkie finger, like a thread was wrapped around it, was being pulled.

The sensation sent a jolt through him, and Silver turned, his eyes widening as he caught sight of a bird trailing a strange rainbow light. And then he knew what was wrong with everything that surrounded him.

Where were you? 

If this were a perfect world, you’d be here. And the fact you were missing was why he’d felt so empty. Because you were nowhere to be seen. Almost like you’d never existed.

Light seemed to flash around him, like stars guiding him forth as he ran forward, chasing that rainbow bird and following that invisible thread that seemed to pull him onwards.

It was a sensation he recognized and was familiar with. He knew who lay at the end of this path, even if he didn’t fully understand what was going on.

Somehow, someway. You were calling him, even if you didn’t know it.

Silver had vowed very few things in his life. To defend Malleus, to care for his father, and to protect those dear to him. And finally there was the silent, unspoken oath that now pushed him forward from behind, as the promise of your presence pulled him onwards. The oath he’d made with himself to stay by your side.

It was a selfish oath that he’d made without entirely realizing it until now.

Instinctively, he closed his eyes as he burst forth through the edges of his dream and into the corridor of dreams that would lead him to you. And he saw something he’d never seen before. 

Something he now suspected his father had seen a long time ago, all those days ago when he’d first told him about that legend about fate and threads.

It was a thin red strand, so fragile-looking, but pulled taut as it connected him to something further down the invisible path before him. And he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, where that thread would lead him.

So he ran. Shouting your name even as he burst forth into a new dream. One filled with inky shadows as it crumbled to pieces around you.

“Y/N!!” At his shout, you looked up. Your eyes wide from where you stood in the center of the collapsing dream, clutching Grim to you.

“S-Silver!” You faltered, having to stop yourself from stepping towards him as you slowly ran out of space to stand in as Grim yowled something that came out garbled in his distress as Silver reached out to you.

“Hold on to me! Both of you,” There was no hesitation in your motions as you grabbed onto his hand, and he wrapped an arm around you as he pulled both you and Grim up against him. 

The words of his spell held new meaning as he spoke them with you at his side, “To the person I met someday, to the person I will meet one day….” He glanced down at you, now knowing that you were that fated person.

“Meet in a dream.”