Been Watching Trollhunters And I Gotta Say, Jim Reminds Me Of Jack Darby From TFP. Mainly Because Of

Been watching Trollhunters and I gotta say, Jim reminds me of Jack Darby from TFP. Mainly because of their (relatable) moms.

Also love Jim and Draal friendship development 🥹🥹 I am so glad I was rooting for Draal in the beginning because ya know, his anger was understandable (but him being a jerk wasn't an excuse tho)

A scenario I imagined from the concept idea where Zenitsu & Obanai are related.

"...You're a lucky one. "

Zenitsu went still, stopping just right behind the Hashira. The older man had stopped as well, but he didn't turn around to face the younger one.

His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat. He felt as if the muscles in his lungs tightened enough to lessen the oxygen from flowing in, with how hard he found it to breathe properly now. Lucky? Lucky?

" How? " Zenitsu managed to choke out after an uncomfortable moment of silence. " I told you of my early life, how I roamed around the street like some sort of dirty rat and you told me I was the lucky one? "

The blond boy felt dread swirling inside him -- he was offended, yes, but there was something off with the way Obanai worded his sentence just now that made him consider having a second thought. Lucky. Zenitsu was the lucky one. Lucky for being taken away from his -- their family. Lucky for not being able to be with his blood relatives.

There was no mocking in the Hashira's tone, nor any sound vibrating from him that indicated any sense of superiority nor arrogance.

On the contrary, it was absolutely baffling for Zenitsu to hear that those words were spoken with an echo of relief.

Obanai shuffled in his spot, turning around just a bit enough for the two to lock eyes. If there was any resemblance between them for being relatives, perhaps it would be the shade of their golden eyes, albeit with the Hashira having heterochromia.

He always looked so stern and scary, for Zenitsu, that is. Eyebrows furrowing, glaring and arms crossing over his chest. No sense of friendliness, especially with the white snake curling around his shoulders.

But then Zenitsu looked at the bandage wrapped around Obanai's lower face, never being taken off. Not a fashion taste, not when he kept bringing his sleeve up to cover his mouth area. In a way, Zenitsu found a distant familiarity whenever he saw Obanai tilt his head down, eyes glancing away.

He watched him slowly bring his sleeve up like he often did, always stopping right when it covered his lower face. Bits of his fingers peeked out, brushing lightly against the wrapped fabric. Zenitsu was again thrown off by another sound coming from the Hashira -- as sound that he found himself could relate to.

Self loathing.

The dread sense doubled inside him when another thought came to him. A thought of his blood relatives. People who Obanai was with. People who he didn't know, where they are and what had happened for the Hashira to avoid talking about them.

" Did -- " Zenitsu felt his blood run cold. " -- Did they do that to you? What happened? "

And as always, from the beginning of the discovery of their blood connection, Obanai turned away from Zenitsu.

" Some things are better left unknown. "

I am going to watch the new KNY episode when I calmed down a bit cause this excitement and stress from assignments has me overwhelmed I don't know what to do with this

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In the honour of Season 4 about to end, remember the last arc where human Nezuko arrives at the final battle scene after everything ends, in search of Tanjirou. A kakushi guides her through the rubble,

through the torn and shredded corpses,

passing by the embraced bodies of the Love and Serpent Hashiras, cold and unmoving, and the blind slayer whose eyes finally stopped leaking with tears,

through the bloodied grounds scattered with severed limbs and organs,

passing by the crying crows that stay besides their slayers, a familiar bird with long eyelashes is uncharacteristically quiet,

passing by bleeding Zenitsu and Inosuke, an unconscious scarred slayer with white hair lays nearby,

and she spots the back of the first slayer who spared her regardless of what she is -- or what she was --

until her pink eyes, finally human and glisten with tears,

spots the body of her brother, for the first time not breathing.

How much do you want to bet that Ufotable is going to air Obanai's backstory either on Children's Day or Women's Day.

I just realized this is the first time I have ever drawn all the Gramlocks lol

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