I'm on episode 6 of Iron Blooded Orphans and I'm really fascinated by Mikazuki as a protagonist. He just doesn't give a shit about the political side of things or even the business side of things, he's just interested in helping out his friends.
Delivering food to the staff, risking his body in order to protect people, ruthlessly murdering anyone his bestie asks him to.
Homeboy doesn't give a shit about the wider implications of anything he's just a weapon to be pointed in a direction. And he also wants to deliver food and maybe hang out.
He'd be perfectly content as a pizza delivery driver who also hangs out and smokes weed, but his buddy has business plans so Mikazuki merges his mind with a giant robot and cuts down his foes without hesitation.
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I feel like Gundam: Iron Blooded Orphans doesn’t get enough love. I could never put into words how heartbreakingly beautiful this show is. Its characters are complex and broken. They are children forced to become soldiers. They fight hard for what they believe in until the bitter end even if it’s hopeless.
If you like darker adult stories I highly recommend giving it a chance even if you aren’t into mecha. It’s not a mecha show really, it’s a war drama that happens to have robots.
Amazing characters, a tragic story, found family, complex political plot lines, what’s not to like?
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lunar domensticity. | ꒰ mikazuki munechika ╲ concept - short fic. ꒱
⪩ ☁︎.pairing: mikazuki munechika × nb!reader (second pov).
⪩ ☁︎.scenario: home.
⪩ ☁︎.warning: null. absolutely sfw. maybe silly.
mikazuki will definitely wear a pink apron with the saying “kiss the cook” over his suit-and-tie when he’s cooking dinner after a long day of work. or else, he would be silently jamming to old tunes from a radio (like, an actual radio, not from his phone).
whenever your work holds you back in the office, you often come home late than your husband at home. at your return, you find him standing him in the doorway and say, “okaeri.” he smiles down at you, wearing his apron and all. there’s nothing else you would rather be than in his arms. so you advanced forward and wordlessly embrace him. it’s what you needed right now.
every morning when he wakes up, he never fails to give your scrunching forehead a feathery kiss. you are sleeping and probably too tired to care, but you pretty much appreciate the little warmth on your head. for moments that followed, you would whine and aimlessly waves your hand a little, making mikazuki chuckle at you.
“mikazuki,” you whine.
“honey, i am here the whole time. i didn’t get off the bed,” mikazuki says softly, saying in your hair.
“good…” you say in your adorable sleepy voice. “because i want to call in sick.”
mikazuki chuckles. he would never ever get tired of your small, morning antics that often gets into small inconveniences in his work. luckily, he was well-loved so much that he just gets away with it.
mikazuki is oftentimes the one that helps get you into bed. despite working hard hours in the office, mikazuki has some, good extra stamina within him to keep functioning in the night even though he’s tired himself. when you come home, you are already ready to hit the hay and get the most out of your night with beauty sleep. mikazuki will set you up with a small dinner and, at your request, feed you himself because sometimes you’re already nodding your head off in sleepiness. too tired to move, mikazuki would bath you along with him in the tub. after that, he dresses you, then himself, and off to bed you both go.
you tuck yourself in his arms, being the little spoon you are. you whine cutely, yearning for some warmth and mikazuki gladly gives it to you by wrapping his arms tight around your waist.
“sleep now, anata… the moon is up to lull us…” mikazuki mumbled in your hair.
simply, you would exhale and rest peacefully then, content than you are nowhere else but in his loving embrace in the deep of the night.
mikazuki often plays some classics on the stereo and would ask for your hand to join him in a dance. it just happens it always occurs in a random time of the day whenever you two have found time to be together in your house/apartment.
mikazuki: come on, anata. dance with me.
you: but, mikazuki… rolls your eyes you know what? you’re so cheesy~!
mikazuki: cheesy or not cheesy, join me.
he wouldn’t wait for your reply and would just pull you into him. he interlaces his fingers around yours and wounds one hand on your waist. he makes sure your distance is close to him and that your head is close to his heart. following his initiative, you lean your head to his chest and steadily hear his beating heart. at the same time, you can feel his warmth and that’s what makes you draw closer to him.
when you’re properly positioned, mikazuki shuffled softly first. he moved his feet back; you followed. he swayed you to one side; you sided with him. while you were waltzing like you’re both love-drawn, you couldn’t help but gaze lovingly in his blue-gold irises. you are too mesmerized to look away from him and he was, too, in yours.
both of you are drowned into each other’s presence and you don’t want this to ever end.
⪩ ☁︎.note: republished for archiving purposes; heavy wip; under semi-hiatus.
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