"(...) you also reminded me of my son (...) I watched him grow up, one of my greatest hopes for him was that he finds a true friend. Take that as you will (...)" - Mister Mizuki to Ichirō and Mephisto III [Akuma-Kun 2023]
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Gegege no Kitarou (c) Shigeru Mizuki/Kodansha/Toei Animation
AKUMA-KUN (c) Shigeru Mizuki/Kodansha/Shueisha/Toei Animation/NETFLIX
You can't convince me otherwise that mister Mizuki, who appears in 10th episode of Netflix's Akuma-Kun, is none other than Kitaro's adoptive father (at least the version of him from 2018!GGGNK anime + 2023!GGGNK movie)!
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slight spoilers? For: Akuma Kun
This is really messy but🥹..
I loved this showwww, it was so wholesome yet at times morbid. The last episodes had me gasping at what was happening, all I gotta say is mannnn FUCK STROPHAIA
I would have lost my shit if the things that played out on the last episode couldn't be handled, I would have cried over Mephisto
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“Akuma-Kun” The Teaser Promo
The new Akuma-kun anime series' official website unveiled a teaser promotional video. The anime is slated to launch on Netflix in the autumn of 2023.
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I’ve been struggling to put thoughts to paper (or I guess post teehee) on this so have a shitty, unedited, straight from brain to page thing about Terzo and her husband.
She didn’t know why she thought this morning would feel different.
The ceiling was striped with a bright dash of sunlight, the sound of a pair of church crows guffawing at each other over some morsel or the other muffled through the thick glass panes of the window. His arm was around her waist like always.
Terzo scrubbed at her eyes.
She half expected him to know already, as they moved through the apartment with the same practiced ease—her skirting behind him for a coffee cup, him pirouetting out of her way with the delicate grace that only a former dancer could have while she opened the fridge. Her heart hammered in her throat as she cracked two eggs into the pan and he boiled water for his morning tea.
“Fabian I—,” she started, but the words caught against the lump in her throat. He tapped the teaspoon against the edge of his cup and tilted his head.
“Terzo? What’s wrong?” And damn him, because he always knew. She ran a hand down her face, shoulders tense against her ears. There was no going back. She didn’t have an exit strategy, no backup plan, no fallback option.
And he seemed to sense it, in all his delicate ways. He touched her cheek gently, setting his tea down, “my love?”
“I’ve been thinking,” she cleared her throat, “a lot. For a long time. But I know—… I know what it means.” She lowered her gaze to her hands, green paint clinging underneath her nails from the portrait she’d been working on yesterday.
“What do you mean?” He asked. Terzo rotated the pan on the burner so that the handle wasn’t facing out and she took a deep breath.
“I’m— I…” another deep breath, because it was the only thing keeping her sane, “I know that you married me thinking I was… A man. And… I’m not. I don’t think I ever have been. Not really. And I know that isn’t what you wanted. And I’m sorry.”
There was a beat of silence, but Fabian didn’t pull away or react with… anything. Not anything different, anyway. He brushed a lock of shiny black hair behind her ear and smiled all the same.
“You married me thinking I was gay. Things change. We change. That’s okay. You look beautiful this morning… is there a different name I should call you?”
The punch to the stomach was the same, she supposed. For a moment she stood by the stove, floundering for words.
“Uh—Terzo is still okay. It’s—it’s a nickname. You’ve not called me that in a long time… but I was thinking Lucia instead of… the other name.”
“Lucia… My wife Lucia. Yeah. I can get used to that…” he pecked her gently on the lips, thumbs stroking her cheeks.
Then the smell of burning eggs reached her and she grimaced.
And that was that.
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