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gendervapor14 · 8 months

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because some have proclaimed me as the bell-mère expert…

here are my thoughts on bell-mère’s role in the one piece live action adaptation.

tldr: i’m not happy.

i will preface by stating i am just Some Guy on the internet. do not let this rant negatively impact your opinion of the series. i thrilled with this adaptation!! i had a lot of faith it would be excellent going in so i wasn’t too surprised it delivered. it was comforting to kick back and watch such an incredible first season. i understand they had a somewhat strict timeline they could work from so certain characters and elements had to be cut. this is to be expected and i’m impressed with what they were able to squeeze in.

however. i am disappointed by only one thing. and of course, that one thing is bell-mère.

first, i will address characterization. or the lack thereof. seems like they stripped her entire character away by taking the time to bring her to life. if nami or nojiko explained what happened verbally, rather than sanction so much time and finances towards a flashback-style backstory, maybe they could've given bell-mère some individuality. that is mostly why i'm upset. bell-mère, to me, was one of the first interesting women in one piece. she got herself in trouble, she was violent, she was brave, but she was also a loving mother. we lost all her nuance bringing her to life. they captured only a small fraction of her character. to me, it felt like it wasn't even worth having a physical presence for this version of her.

in terms of her death scene, they took her fuckin' spine. she stood there in front of her kids, okay, she used her shotgun, that was nice. but her death was NOT it. it wasn't nearly as violent, gory and jarring as it was in the anime/manga. had such a low impact to me as a viewer. she just. got shot off-screen, and collapsed. she didn't try to recklessly fight arlong, she didn't face the entire crew. she didn’t put her gun in his MOUTH to BLOW HIS BRAINS OUT. that was the first time a woman in one piece, especially a former marine, fought so dirty. and they took that away from her. she seemed so docile so normal so. flavorless. not easy to remember or get attached to in the slightest.

i told a few people who only watched the live action adaptation that bell-mère was one of my favorite characters. they did not know who i was talking about. her name should be memorable. she should be memorable.

i understand power levels of the villains from what we’ve seen have been decreased. so some may argue if bell-mère DID put her gun in arlong's mouth, that would not end well for him. he was not shown to be capable of biting through wood or metal, after all. but i propose the suggestion that, if they put in the time and effort and stayed true to bell-mère’s character, they could have come up with another way to make her a true threat. that moment was simply not enough.

the death scene wasn't all bad though. she gave a nice speech to the girls, and although it still made me ask "bell-mère, why", it seemed a little more clean than her sacrifice in the manga? i did cry when nami and nojiko called her "mom", too. that was not in the original and cut like a knife. good play, opla. good play. i also liked bell-mère telling nami how she found them herself, it was nice to have that moment from the horse's mouth. the tangerine peel pinwheels were sweet but it signified the distinct lack of genzo. which also made me quite sad :(

i will reiterate: i am very happy with opla, and very happy bell-mère existed. but i almost would rather her be a dialogue-given backstory if it restored her character. nami’s backstory felt weak as a result. imagine how much harder the new viewers would cry for bell-mère’s death if she had zeff-level complexity. she hit nami before the runaway scene, but that was not enough to reveal anything significant about her. she was a little stern when nami took the book but that wasn't the right impression, either. bell-mère isn't stern. she's a very casual parent with a temper. without seeing that side of her, the slap kind of played off as random, or even cruel. that was a big character-development moment for her!! but she dies and zeff lives so i suppose there's no point adding too much depth to her. there was never a point in this season where i was like "this is a waste. we could use this time for bell-mère instead." everything felt necessary. so it's okay. she did what she does best and she took the sacrifice.

in the meantime, i’ll keep writing stories for her ♥️ if you liked this mess of a rant, here’s an analysis i threw together about her role/death in the anime. maybe that’ll make my disappointment feel even more warranted XD

love you all and i love you too opla 🥰

#one piece analysis #opla #opla spoilers #one piece live action #arlong park #arlong #bellemere #bell mere #bell mère #nami #one piece rant #gen is mostly venting #genzo #nojiko

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wickedlittleoz · 6 months

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Hanzo is three, dashing down the halls in the estate to the agony of his nanny, who's trying her best to catch up to him after he ran off while she was using the bathroom. He's giggling, excited, tiny hands reaching out before him for whatever they can grab onto; diving under legs and furniture, until at last he reaches the desired door: his baby brother's nursery.

"Mama!" He calls out, small knuckles rasping against the door softly. There's a minute of pause before his mother comes to the door and in the meantime the nanny finally manages to reach him. She quickly scoops him into her arms as he wiggles and whines.

The door slides open and the nanny is quick to bow her head and say, "I'm very sorry, madam-"

With a kind smile and a gentle tone, the woman cuts in, "Not a problem. It's his big day, right Hanzo?"

Though she's holding a week-old Genji in her arms, Hanzo throws himself at her and she leans in to kiss his face and give him a sideway hug. "Here, say happy birthday to your big brother, Genji," she coos softly as the baby stares up at them with big, round, curious eyes.

Hanzo leans closer to the newborn as the nanny pulls him back. "Be gentle, now," his mother says when he inches closer again. He presses a very soft kiss to Genji's forehead and the baby giggles in response. Both women laugh at the cuteness of that moment.

Hanzo is ten, sitting quietly on a bench, watching as about a dozen kids in Halloween costumes run around the estate grounds. Genji is among them, his vampire cape flapping behind him in the cold night breeze. He sighs, looking down at the bag of sweets in his hands, full to the brim. But none of it is his - it's Genji's.

It's all about Genji these days.

The crunch of heavy feet on gravel has him involuntarily straightening his back. The hand lands on his nape, strong and controlling.

"Get your brother," Sojiro says without looking down at Hanzo. "We're cutting the cake."

He backs off without another word and Hanzo breathes in relief. Sometimes, like now, he misses mother so much it hurts. But he can't show his pain to anyone, doesn't want father to think he's weak. So he collects himself and gets up, calling out for Genji and their friends.

When they stand side by side at their shared birthday table, Hanzo realizes they forgot to write his name on the cake. The family governess has to add a "And Hanzo!" at the end of Happy birthday to you because father calls out Genji's name and claps loudly as if that were the end of the song and there was no one else worth mentioning.

He feels sick, like he might throw up on the cake, so as soon as the singing is over and everyone is busying themselves with candies, he disappears from the crowd and locks himself up in his bedroom. He doesn't come out until the next morning, when everyone - including him - can pretend nothing out of the ordinary happened.

Hanzo is twenty-two, blowing cigarette smoke into the night air at the window. He knows that he should sleep, but can't seem to relax. This room feels too big for him, as do the shoes that he's having to fill since father's very recent death. He's been trained for this job all his life, but now that it's here, he doesn't feel prepared.

The door behind him slides open and he doesn't have to look to know that it's Genji. Hanzo continues staring at the cloudless sky until a body presses behind his, one arm going around his middle and the other reaching out until Genji steals the cigarette from his hand.

They smoke in silence for a moment. Genji puts out the butt on the windowsill and he finally glances towards his brother, reprimanding. All Genji does is smirk; he'd done it on purpose, to get Hanzo's attention.

The hand around his waist crawls all the way up to his hair, brushing gently at his temples. He feels as Genji tries to curl it around his fingers, but his hair is too short now, so he just plays adoringly with it.

"It's almost time," Genji says in a whisper. "I got you a present."

Hanzo looks at him again, eyebrows shooting up. Genji has never been most thoughtful... But maybe losing father has made him realize people can just. Be gone someday, out of nowhere. It has certainly made Hanzo painfully aware of that.

"You shouldn't have," he says, but as Genji's hand travels once again to wrap around his, he allows himself to be dragged away from the window and walked back towards the bed.

When he sits at the end of the bed, Genji is quick to once again curl himself around Hanzo's body; one of his legs around his back, the other over his lap, chest glued to Hanzo's side. He holds Genji's waist and watches as he pulls a tiny velvet bag from his pocket. He tugs at Hanzo's free hand until he's holding it out, palm up, so he can dump the contents of the bag in Hanzo's hold.

It's a pair of golden bands that he immediately recognizes as their parents' wedding rings. Hanzo gasps, hand shaking as if the metal could burn him. His stomach feels cold as he stares at the rings and tears threaten to spill from his eyes; he misses mother more than ever, and even though losing father felt like freedom, he misses what he represented in their lives - the figure of authority that Hanzo didn't have to be.

"Hanzo," Genji starts and he forces his eyes to move to his brother's face. "It's you and me now."

This thought, though to Genji it might mean something else, to him is a relief. He has Genji, so what else could Hanzo need? Besides, he is at the head of the family now, and he wants his brother at his side. He will have it his way.

There are tears in Genji's eyes, too, when he adds, "I'm yours if you're mine."

And for the first time since father died, Hanzo allows himself to cry.

He pulls his hand free from Genji's waist and takes the ring, slides it reverently onto the finger that his brother holds out. Cries silently as Genji does the same to him. When they kiss, it tastes like fear, salt and love.

Hanzo is twenty-five, hands shaking and covered in blood as he fumbles with Genji's corpse for the wedding ring. His katana rests at his feet, bloodied and sharp.

He did not have things his way.

Hanzo is thirty, barging uninvited into the Shimada estate to make an offering to Genji's spirit in the temple. His katana rests on the altar like a trophy. Genji lives in his heart.

Hanzo is forty-one, climbing to his feet and crossing his room in Gibraltar in silent strides. The old bag he hides at the back of his wardrobe has a secret compartment, a hole in the lining that he's used for over a decade now to hide a certain box.

When he returns to the bed, heart racing with anxiety, Genji is still blinking awake. But he smiles a sleepy thing and reaches out for Hanzo, who slips back into his arms. Genji spends a good minute laying a plethora of kisses over his face, neck, arms, hands; crushing Hanzo in a passionate hug.

His voice is croaky when he murmurs, "Happy birthday, old man."

Hanzo just chuckles. "Don't worry, you'll get there."

But he's hit with a wave of gratitude - to Mercy, to the gods, to the universe - that he knows Genji will get to 41, too. When for years he spent his and Genji's birthdays wallowing in guilt that his brother never knew 23, 24, 25... All thanks to him.

"We'll be celebrating in the retirement home," Genji jokes and he laughs again. He would have it no other way; having Genji at his side until the end of their lives is his only plan for the future.

Hanzo sits up, then, and Genji follows him with his eyes. Curious eyes, like that week-old baby; gaze that doesn't lose a single move while Hanzo digs out the small box and gently opens it. The shine of gold has dulled some after years of dust and lack of wear. Hanzo surprises himself that he still remembers which is which.

He takes Genji's hand, holds it with the same reverence he had that night, almost two decades ago, in his bedroom in Hanamura. The ring slips easily and fits with perfection onto his finger. It's as if time hasn't passed at all, but it has. So much of it has - and thank the gods for that.

Genji is the one to gasp and freeze in place this time, staring at the ring, at Hanzo's face. Doubtless running over the memories from that night as well. His face doesn't betray a single emotion as he slides Hanzo's ring into place and Hanzo fears that this was a mistake, that maybe some mementos are meant to be just that - objects to remember the past by. Not things to build a present and future with.

But Genji brings his hand to his face and kisses the ring, and sits up to kiss him on the lips, and Hanzo knows they're fine. They're more than fine, they're-

"-yours and you're mine," his lips moving around the words that Genji whispers, and though it's early morning and so much has yet to happen today, this has to be his best birthday by far.

Life sure has its way of making all the right things fall into all the right places, sooner or later.

#shimadacest #my fics #happy birthday old man i love you and so does genji #sorry i enjoy watching you suffer #genzo #hanzo shimada birthday #i know this is kind of sad but so is hanzo anyway it's a last-minute thing i'd been trying to write something for days but had no muse

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rjnkn · 1 year

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#shimadacest #genzo #slams desk #i'm hungry #I just want soft genzo #my otp looking at each other lovingly is my favorite genre

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jj-ma26 · 6 months

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I finally got around to watching One Piece Film RED [I know it's been out for over a year but the fixation wasn't fixing] and I didn't expect the Johnny of Yosaku lore in the end credits ngl.

Tho tbf all the end credits pictures are great and show what a lot of pre time skip characters are doing now post TS

I sjut didn't expect the boys beign fishermen in Cocoyashi

#One Piece #johnny and yosaku #One Piece Film RED #Nojiko #Genzo #One Piece Genzo #One Piece Nojiko #one piece johnny #One Piece Yosaku

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genzoman · 11 months

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Riju from Zelda Tears Of The Kingdom commission

#genzo #genzoman #pokemon #the legend of zelda #legend of zelda #riju #totk riju #tears of the kingdom #gerudo #gerudo tribe #gerudo girl #ルージュ #ティアーズオブザキングダム

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swtnf · 7 months

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#overwatch #genzo #genji shimada #hanzo shimada

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salteytakesonmanga · 8 months

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I’m sure by now we all know the jokes in the birthdays, but just in case:

Luffy’s birthday is Children’s Day, a national holiday in Japan, which suits his child-like nature.

Zoro’s birthday is a pun on “zorome,” or matching dice rolls (double 1s, double 2s etc.)

Nami's is because the word for July, the 7th month, is NAnagatsu, and the third day is MIkka.

Usopp’s birthday is April Fool’s Day, for obvious reasons.

Sanji’s birthday also uses a Japanese number pun, SANgatsu for the third month, and JI is another reading for the number 2.

I should add that in the 90s it was common for character profiles to include birthdate and blood type because horoscopes were super popular. That’s probably why Oda is kind of preemptively telling people he doesn’t care if their zodiac signs don’t make sense. (Ironically, they all make perfect sense.)

#op v15 sbs #one piece #op ch130 #saltey takes on one piece #nojiko #genzo #chabo

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wan-dream · 4 months

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...I love you | ...大好き

#one piece #wan dream edit #arlong #bellemere #genzo #nojiko #nami #op nami #cat burglar nami #manga edit

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thepayloadisgay · 8 months

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would you be willing to write some shimadacest set when they were younger and still part of the clan, having to sneak around shimada castle and hide their relationship from everyone but genji likes to test his luck and tries to talk hanzo into messing around in places where they could easily get caught… so semi public sex basically

yes yes yes

It turned into a little study of their relationship I hope you don't mind, anon. Enjoy x

Shimadacest

-young, pre-clan dissolve and Genji's 'death' NSFW

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It always just, was.

Never really a question of right, wrong, for either of them. That was always something for outside. For those who would ever happen to look in; to peel beneath the layers of brother, friend, protector, confidant -

-to lover.

Carved under skin, a taste of blood.

Hanzo feels it on his tongue, quiet and tucked away.

Genji his hands, smeared to a language only Hanzo knows, only Hanzo sees.

But it's there. Palms up, palms down. Their love (no beginning, never an end), their first kiss (how long ago), their last fuck (you woke me up, again), the desperation for the next, scribed over skin, finger tip and up.

It's like the lines of his veins, now. The way they weave a pathway to his heart, writing a lifeblood of his body, of what they mean.

But for something so innate, it's stuck in a world of darkness. Blind. Mute. The only ones that can see are them. Pocketed away from a world that would say no, at best. Worst-

Maybe it's better this way. Tucked away together, Hanzo can be anything with Genji, no-one and nothing to know. And here, Genji is nothing but his.

Morning. Barely anyone yet, but them. The corridor a temple, dewey in dawn. They can hear people below. Someone above. Their bodies move, split in shadow, in sunrise. Hands and dragon claws sink in his back. Hanzo's sure there's blood. He closes his eyes and tastes; closes his eyes and hears the way Genji moans, lips a smear against his ear as he tries to be quiet, a fistful of hair he almost tears. "Quiet," Hanzo demands, but it's a beg. "Harder," Genji begs, but it's a demand.

Knelt at the table, Hanzo eats quietly while their father talks to their guests. Genji interrupting in ways that would get Hanzo punished.

Genji knows this. He catches Hanzo's eye sometimes when he gets away with things. That smug, satisfaction on his face and how much Hanzo wants to wipe it off with a fist/kiss/fuck.

Usually all three.

Genji says something else to father that tests his patience, but Genji sails through, barely able to contain his laughter as he reaches across to grab some more food.

But it's just a cloak for the way he wants to touch Hanzo, a hand slipping over his brother's legs. Subtle, secret.

As Genji tries to sit back down, Hanzo's there first, a snap of hand to wrist, holding him right there.

"You'll pay for that." A whisper.

"Can''t wait."

He snaps back his hand with a wink.

"The kitchen?" says Hanzo, Genji's fingers slipping from his hand. "Have you developed a sudden interest in learning to cook?" Genji hoists himself on-top of the stove. "No. But there's plenty to eat, here." Spreads his thighs. Hanzo grips the edge of the counter, nails to wood as the shorts Genji wears ride up, digging in between join of pelvis, thigh, thick flesh spreading, denting against metal. "Well?" Genji thumbs the inside of his thighs, his already hard cock pushing a shape against his shorts. "Here?" "Obviously."

Hanzo adjusts his rigid clothes, stood next to his father as he watches Genji from across the courtyard, relaxed, carefree, careless, flirting with some local friends, drinks in hand.

Happy.

Hanzo is a trophy for his father to parade to his friends. A prodigy, groomed. The replacement they'll one day consult with, exchange money with, look at with the same respect and admiration they do his father.

But the only eyes Hanzo wants right now, are Genji's.

He almost begs to the wind. Silent, to his dragon to carry the words to Genji's, to just look, look at me. Take me away from here, out of the door and away.

Away.

What does it feel to laugh like you.

At least I know what it feels to smile like you, when we kiss.

"But the cooks will be here any minute for din-" "That's the point." Genji's spread a hand over his crotch, tumb lining the shape of his cock. He's kicked off his sandals. Hanzo watches his toes curl, one foot gripping the table opposite, the other the edge of the oven underneath. "The corridor was a one time-" "So was the laundry, the training yard, the baths-" Genji dips his hand under his shorts, dragging teeth over lip. He knows Hanzo likes to bite. To taste what's left on his lips, skin. Scouring away whoever was there last if it wasn't him. A casual partner had asked him once about a bite mark that they hadn't left. Genji had just ignored it, and shut them up with a fuck, the first window into their secret driving him wild.

Hanzo thinks he's never more in love when Genji's asleep at his side. Peace and beauty, an honesty hidden even from his brother.

A secret in the way he touches Genji, now.

A confession loud enough for the wind to carry if it will.

The stars too far away to witness, but the moon's light a judge. A spotlight for two.

Sharing a room at this age was strange enough. A bed, danger.

The rule was never all night. Back to their own rooms by dawn. But sometimes-

-sometimes

"I know," mumbles Genji, burying his face back into the pillow.

"It's still late." Hanzo coils fingers through Genji's hair. It's gotten strangely long.

"Mmmhmm."

He tucks a strand behind Genji's ear, running a finger along his piercings.

"You ever thought about a tattoo?"

"Not my thing." More muffled words into Hanzo's pillow.

"Not even for me?"

Genji lifts his head. A noise. "Definitely not for you."

Hanzo plucks Genji's chin with thumb, forefinger. Leans closer to an almost kiss; an almost-

Shorts near shredded as Hanzo pulls them off to the floor. Genji almost there too as he clings to the edge of the stove, palms dented, muscles pushed as he hovers. "Knew you'd come around." Tongue between teeth a tease. Hanzo knees Genji's legs further apart. Rough and back the fuck down onto the stove, smothering his brother's laughter with a kiss that bites. "You always do." It's near lost in their kiss, but Genji always gets the last word, even when his mouth is fucking full. Hanzo's next touch is gentle. Two fingers along Genji's artery, and gently he presses. Life in palm- that life is mine.

Hanzo can't remember the last time he's slept.

Really, slept.

Father's voice ringing in his head. Instructions and numbers and names and every word another fucking nail in his back he couldn't pull out, for the mantle of name, birth, expectation.

He runs his finger along the rim of his glass. He's lost count how many he's drunk. But his answer is in the empty bottles at his feet.

"Still up?" he asks in that way, that want, that-

Another name from father's lips, another responsibility.

But this one he's nailed to his heart, instead.

"Not tonight, Genji."

Empties his glass. Stares ahead, because he can't look back.

Genji lifts the empty bottles, tucking them away at the corner and just sits down, cross legged on the floor by Hanzo's feet. "I just miss you."

"Then stay."

"I'm right here."

Hanzo wishes he could hear what he really said.

But it's Hanzo's mouth that's full, as he drags Genji to the edge, as he drops to his knees, sinking Genji's cock between lips. His brother has long learned to be quiet in places like this. But the lack of noise means he moves; moves more and loud and desperate. Heels dig a line in Hanzo's back, toes a mark. Hands pull hair, longer than ever. Handles for Genji, twisting around hands, knotting in fingers. He moves with Hanzo, hand to head, guiding and goading and- "Fuck-" he slips out, echoing in the dark, scraping the walls, the floor. Decadence. Hanzo pulls back; nips the inside of Genji's thigh with his teeth. Fingers continue where his mouth left off. "Alright alright-" Genji rolls his tongue over teeth. "It's like you're asking for it." Hanzo kisses the bite mark. "And what if I am." And kisses it again.

Weeks.

Maybe, months.

A corner of the courtyard. Shadow, and some might say shame. Sorrow.

But everything else was drowned. Drunk to yearning and their need. Even words. Had they even said anything before they touched?

Who had reached first? And did it really matter, when it unwound time and they were back to when it all mattered.

Hanzo, cold to the wall. Genji a power against him.

Still so beautiful, playful and anything but perfect.

But right now, he could be.

Sunk between Hanzo's legs, fingers denting his thighs, lips caught with strands of his hair, sweat, as they shared their secret to whoever thought to look a little too close in the corner.

Genji's there. He pulls Hanzo's hair so hard it hurts; biting his arm even harder to smother his moan as he cums, cock hitting the back of Hanzo's throat. There's voices, close. Too close. But he holds Hanzo's head steady. Nails scratching scalp as he fills his brother's mouth with cum, heels digging into powerful shoulders. Stay, Han. When Hanzo pulls back, lines of cum on his chin, Genji needs to kiss. To kiss and taste and forget to breathe, their lips a salt of cum and sweat, threads of hair stuck. "Genji-" The voices are closer now, they can count the steps. Genji bites his lip. Slips off the stove, grabs his shorts and takes Hanzo's hand as they dart around the first corner they see. Stairs, to the laundry. "Eh? Why are Master Genji's sandals here?" "Don't question anything Genji does," says another housekeeper, tired, sounds of metal to stone ringing in the kitchen. "Just accept. Much easier." Body to body to back to stone, Hanzo presses himself against Genji, hard. Hand to mouth, harder. He can feel the way he laughs, beneath. Mouth to smile to body and he can barely breathe. Hanzo buries his own laughter in the crook of Genji's neck. He thinks he tells him he loves him too.

#shimadacest #genzo #genji shimada #hanzo shimada #shimada brothers #overwatch fanfic #des writes #overwatch fic #ask des #hope u enjoy anon I know it's prob a bit different to what you expected but #I really enjoyed writing this thank u sm for the prompt

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