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#he deserves all the dynamic fighting poses

sintiva · 2 years

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is there someone else..// ∘*n. kento x blackfem!reader

୭̥⋆*｡ summary: pregnancy doesn’t always come easy and when you start second guessing your relationship it only gets harder

୭̥⋆*｡ cw: angst, established relationship, reader and nanami are parents, mentions of cheating, reader lacks confidence, panty kink, male masturbation, fingering, penetrative sex, nanami talks you through sex, cream pie, cock warming, overall nanami is a horny man who misses his sexy pregnant wife 🫶🏽… lmk if i missed anything //wc: 8.9k

୭̥⋆*｡ notes: this is a piece from my old account and i’m reposting it specifically for @eiflawriting cause they so sweetly came in my inbox and almost made me cry😭

your pregnancy came with uncertainties, newfound insecurities and wavering trust in your lovely — what used to be a lovely marriage. it’s something that you despise, something that you constantly worry about. did you look good enough? did you deserve this pregnancy? did you deserve nanami? did you deserve the embarrassment that came with it all?

but you never asked if anybody was deserving of you, you couldn’t find it in you too. the energy to really consider yourself a being worth love and commitment had severely plummeted during your years as a mother; yes! this wasn’t your first.

all these feelings and unanswered questions could only be answered by one person, and that person is the same one who lashed out a couple of nights ago. a fight so unwarranted and negatively focused you got rushed to the hospital, your blood pressure had never been higher and you’ve never felt more alone, but even through all that. he was still there; silently weeping at your side calling his job and telling them someone else would have to step in and take over his duties for a while.

you know you suspected for a real long time, he wasn’t as slick as he posed to be. it wasn’t getting past you, you’d figured it out. you didn’t know how long it had been going on for, but something was happening. there was a sick twist in your marriage dynamic. nanami wasn’t the same, you weren’t as receptive to any feelings, and that was it. you were never in the right of mind to do anything. there was a constant conflict between you and your former self. that heavy weight of self loathe from your former was predestined.

being a mother made life increasingly different — you wouldn’t say hard; it was more so a challenge. you had another being to worry and care for, which resulted in you slipping up on yourself. you lacked the skill to nurture yourself. nanami was there even while you constantly pushed back at him, wedging a fatter gap in between the two of you.

so maybe that’s why you couldn’t blame him for his actions. that’s why you stopped going out with him, it’s why you lost all confidence in yourself. you weren’t enough to keep up with a man of his stature. did you hear those words from him though? no, kento would never berate you. yet it felt like he was everyday, just by that repulsive look of longing that he had on his face.

those kisses he gave you, the pats on your head. his forms of affection had lessened over the last year and you wondered what changed everything. then things started to click. as you did laundry you noticed some things, underwear that didn’t look familiar, but they only came through once a month.

a white substance, the ghost of its outline in the middle. underwear that were too sexy to be yours, too small to fit the mass of weight that you had gained. a perfume on them so strong that you gagged at the smell. a smell you used to like that now made your nose scrunch up and made your stomach flip with unease. you ran to the bathroom that night throwing up what little food you were able to eat that day.

and it was on that terrible friday that you had come to the conclusion. nanami wasn’t happy anymore. he didn’t talk as much anymore, the kisses were light and breathy. the smiles weren’t the same, his smile lines were replaced with worry and regret. but that’s when he left during the day, he’d come back home some nights looking fruitful; full of a youth that you couldn’t reciprocate .

after sobbing for hours, scarfing down ice cream to soothe your sorrow, you'd confront him. right as he turned the knob and stepped foot in the house…

“nami… you’re — you’re cheating on me.” life was still, your baby was upstairs peacefully, sleeping soundly in their crib. crying out was the only thing you could do when you saw the look on his face. “you leave me alone for other women?” you question. listening wasn’t your strongest skill right now. you needed the attention that he wasn’t giving you, you needed to know where things had gone wrong, how life became so pitiful and quiet.

“y/n, what are you talking about?” he pursed his lips. his hand crept up along his abdomen to pull off his usual leopard print tie. it felt awfully tighter. “ is she prettier,” you choke on your words, “i-is she fucking prettier than me, kento?”

“no kids? has herself put together?” your tears sting as they drench the apex of your cheeks. you have to sit down. you see him; a genuine look of shock and confusion written on his face. even though your tears blur your vision you can see his face, stricken with loss, and you hear him trudge across the room. “don’t! don’t come closer to me.” you place a hand on your tummy and stumble back. you’ve hit a wall, figuratively and literally.

could one person throw away a life like this when their significant other has been at their lowest for what’s felt like a millennial? is it possible? you think of the night that you were in the delivery room delivering your first child. he was there beside you the whole fucking time. telling you how good you did, how proud he was of you, and that wasn’t something you weren’t sure you would ever feel again.

care like that was scarce until you met him, but now it wasn’t like that anymore. he didn’t radiate his usual safety; the love wasn’t the same. but here you were tearing yourself down for something that you had no control over. lack of communication has led you here.

the echo of your sobs filled the big two story house. the gray walls now grew discolored. the iron skillet that was once holding sauteed onions burned, a thick wisp of smoke curled around the kitchen, a little of it slipping into the common area. the great chandelier that dangled overhead, the only thing that created distance between you two minus the rug and chocolate couch. even at this distance you still had to look up at him, you still had to meet his eyes, ones that were shaded by his favorite shades

“when’d you stop lovin’ me?” it’s as if a weight sank deep into your stomach. an anchor holding you down from within, a negative force claiming your soul dragging you into the depths of a dark abyss. there was no shore in sight, no light guiding you back to a safe place. a happy place — home.

“y/n? where is this coming from,” you’ve made him uneasy, “where is all this coming from?”

“don’t make me sound crazy,” you suck in a deep breath, you can feel snot bubble out of your nose, and it’s hard to get the right words out, “you don’t even call me princess anymore, don’t kiss me like you used to…”

“it’s like you’re fucking ashamed of me now, kento.”

“none of that is true, y/n… none of it! where is this all coming from?”

you’re aware of his faults. though in comparison to you his are miniscule, faults that couldn’t be attained even if you tried to find them. but one fault that would stay with him for as long as he would live was his need to comfort you, even when you were throwing insults at him.

he’s aware of the droplets of tears that stain your oversized shirt, the tears rolling down the acrylic paint that was now worn from countless washes. the woman sits in a greenland, surrounded by a bunch of computers and its parts. ‘ctrl’, something you have no grasp of. washing away, chipping away. your feet are comforted by a pair of fuzzy socks that he bought for you on your birthday, and he notices how your legs shake. you’re defeated.

“who do you think i’m cheating on you-”, he gestures with his hands and holds onto the back of the couch to stand, making a point, “why would i cheat on the woman who's done so much for me?”

“cause ’m not doing anything for you ‘nymore!” your voice breaks, it cracks and you feel a bubble swell in your throat. pain shoots through your body and something within your head thumps. it starts small but then it grows. its a throb that feels like someone’s holding your brain and squishing it between their fingers like a stress ball; managing their own but amplifying yours. it’s a headache soon turned migraine that gently raps its twisted fists against the confinements of your skull.

“don’t play dumb with me,” the tears don’t stop and they won’t stop, “please- please don’t play dumb with me right now.”

“those underwear that pass through the laundry. they aren’t mine. that’s the fucking problem nanami they’re not mine.” you peer up at the ceiling, too embarrassed to go on. you blink away the tears that are too heavy, further screwing with your vision. the ones that roll down your face too slowly and make a path of their own. slipping into your mouth and dangling at the inner corner of your lips until you swipe them away with your finger.

nanami’s breath begins to quicken, and his hands feel clammy. he doesn’t know exactly what he can say to make this situation any better but he sets his feet to walk over to you. you tremble with each step he takes and you force yourself into another corner. in your mind you’re just thinking, trying to make it make sense and find the timestamp in your relationship when everything went sideways.

when you two started to become distant and when things were no longer tranquil.

you despised him for making you feel so alone. making you feel like you had nowhere to turn and for driving you to insanity. it felt as if you weren’t with anyone’s attention but you always paid attention to others. you just needed him, hopefully how he needed you.

you’re a complete mess, and nanami soaks in it. he looks at you breathing so hard because you’re winded. not only are you carrying a baby but you’re finally confronting him. you’ve had all this bottled up in your brain, and even as you tried to push it to the back it floated right to the surface. today was your breaking point. everything in the house echoed and you could hear a quiet sound drifting from upstairs.

it wasn’t too loud, but it was your mother’s instinct. your ears perked up and tuned into the sound of small wails. the baby. you sniffle once more, and clean your nose, “the baby’s crying.” you whisper on your way out of the kitchen. you refuse to look at him, you refuse. “y/n! the baby can wait, we’re right here in the house.”

he strides up behind you and grabs a hold of your free hand as your first foot lands on the gentle carpeted step. “what is there to talk about, hm?”

“gonna play it off as me being crazy?”

“can you stop and listen, please,” his heart beats unevenly, it’s unnerving. “i still love you.” he whispers. he can feel his own tears begin to brew, he stares at his feet with your arm still in hand, “i still love you, nothing — nothing has changed.”

“i want to be here for you as much as i can, but it’s hard. there’s so much that i wanna do for you, but it’s hard.” he begins, he draws a long breath before continuing, “i’m not cheating on you, i would never cheat on you.”

“the underwear…” he pauses and kind of squeezes your arms tighter. his mouth dries and it feels as if time has stopped, keeping you both trapped in a bubble that has taken the shape of the air around you. “there yours… old ones.”

he admits the embarrassing truth, “not surprised you don’t remember, but there yours from the first pregnancy.” the sudden moment of realization makes you feel nauseous. you have to swallow down. “mine?” you question, face now drooping. your face was no longer tense, you relaxed instantly. that forced arch of your eyebrow and the frown went back to normal. “the hell do you mean they're mine?”

“i use them…when i’m thinking about you.”

“when you’re thinking about me?” you finally fully relax. your breathing has stabilized again. your shoulders relax and follow the pattern of airflow in your body. in through the nose and a steady stream of cool air transpires out your mouth. “why? what do you mean?”

nanami pulls out his coach leather wallet and pulls open the first flap. you notice a similar slightly opaque slot that holds a similar picture. one from the day that you’ll never forget. the day filled of never ending appointments; hair, nails, lashes, and a fitting. it was the day he proposed to you. he had a professional photographer that snapped pics through the whole evening and nanami printed every single photo the next day. he rotated the photos but he never left that pocket empty.

“see this, i miss seeing you smile like this, smiles always been the prettiest, princess.”

“gets me all the time.” he admitted. the stocky man scooped you forward by the waist. “and i don’t want to scare you, but i’ve been craving you real bad lately.”

“wa-wait whadda you mean.” your lips quivered.

“i use them when i need something.”

“something?” the man drags the roughest part of his hand down his face, he could feel the blood rushing to his head. a nervousness tingling through his midsection, sending pricks of energy throughout his body. starting in his knees and curating all of its energy in his heart.

nobody wants you the way nanami does and it’s been proven time and time again. there’s been different levels of intimacy experienced during your guys time as parents, but there’s just one form you both have been deprived of. nanami can’t deny it, but he can’t believe he’s about to say it — admit to his “darkest” secret.

he’ll flip open his wallet when he gets in his car. his gt sports coupe, a pretty bentley with a nice matte gray finish and dark tinted windows. he sits wide legged, looking at the picture that stirs him up everytime. he keeps a stash of underwear folded neatly in his glove box, keeping it nice and tidy. by the time he’s pulling himself out of his pants, he’s already leaking a precious amount of pre. it’s suffocating, too intoxicating thinking about you. he’s been doing this for a while now, you just forced yourself to ignore it, forget it all.

the woman you’ve become, the desire to more and more to you, but control. he has to control himself as he slips your panties around his length. his breathless pants. too think that he’d gotten to this point, using them we had to…

“i use them when i need to cum.”

“wh-when?” you gawk at your husband, because this was the last thing you expected from him. you didn’t expect him to say it outright like that, and this wasn't the truth you had expected to tumble out of his mouth — far from it actually. flipping perfectly in the air but almost toppling over as it reached your ears.

“ever since we’ve had a kid you turn me on more and more.”

“i just want to take care of you and love on you.”

“oh-oh.”

“oh,” he smiles, “does this surprise you? that i want you more than you know?”

“i wasn't expecting that.” you peep, you slouch and place a soft hand on your tummy and nanami follows. “didn’t think your hubby had it in him?”

you're taken back by this sudden confession. his confession, and you don’t know why but it makes you happy. it makes you consider a swarm of new emotions that swirl around you. you think of how you came onto him so cruel, and accusing. you couldn’t. you couldn’t really concentrate either. staring at your husband and you could hear the augment cries coming from your baby's room.

“i don’t feel good.” you sigh, nearly collapsing in his arms. the night you got rushed to the hospital, stress levels through the roof as shown by the slew of machines that you had you connected to. an ivy drip, a thick band wrapped around your arm continuously checking your blood pressure by the hour.

the temperature checks an ultrasound to make sure that they were just the right amount of heartbeats thumping from within your tummy. it was that night that nanami had cried a second time in front of you and all these strangers he didn’t know. it was at this moment that he realized what a strain he’s been putting on you, what the distance between you has created. he realized he needed to take a break, look out for you; tend for you just like how he wanted to. leaving you in your thoughts without that constant reassurance was a vital mistake.

he knew that he was aware of what you needed from him, but sometimes he was scared of giving too much. too scared to flower you in so much love that you’d soon grow exhausted of him.

it’s been a couple weeks since that day. there was no talk about what occurred. weeks of you thinking about that day, vexing yourself with thoughts so cursed. so mentally stipulating that made you wonder if you were the problem this whole time, but this morning would be different. the entire day would be different, things would soon be sorted out.

you stood in your bathroom wrapped in a rose gold silk trobe; your hair is wrapped in a similar towel with a shrew of curls peeking out at the top. you sigh, patting your cheeks to get the full effect of your l’oreal anti aging serum, moisturizer and spf all in one. you smooth the cold cream under your eyes poking at the puffy darkened skin that settled beneath your teary eyes.

the feeling in your body amounts to two words; heavy and tired. you sniffle as you rub the cream in and pick up two under eye gel mask. you always finished your morning routine while your husband was asleep; it was his turn with your alls first born last night so he hadn’t really settled in bed till about two in the morning, so you eased into the bathroom quietly to start the day, careful not to wake him.

you were fluent in your routine; a hot shower, brush your teeth, face care and your usual belly rubs. while the patches underneath your eye supplied ample nutrients to the area you undid a few buttons. from the fifth button down, you let the cool silk drape against the swell of your tummy. you looked in the mirror swiping the bottom of the foggy mirror, because the circle that cleared wasn’t enough to see your stomach.

you found yourself sighing a lot this time around, and crying came a bit too easy during your second pregnancy. it was nothing new. the skin of your tummy became a bit darker, the stretch marks had never gone away from the first and the second pregnancy only brought along more. you looked at the marks. the ones that you had so much trouble finding the beauty in this time around.

after your first child you thought you’d bounce back quickly. it was a real easy pregnancy, you decided on home birth and nanami was with you every step of the way. he supported you through the entire thing, held your hand in his, and he let you squeeze it as tight as you needed. he took the best care of you and he took even better care of his new daughter.

a tear had plopped on your tummy making you look up and blink a couple times to control the stream. if only you could go back to that first time, the excitement. now it’s not to say that you aren’t excited about your second child, you just don’t feel the same. you don’t feel pretty enough, you’re even bigger this time around and going out with nanami makes you insecure. it’s those same thoughts that keep coming back, mangling their way into your brain. impure thoughts that made things between you two awkward.

but you’re thinking about it more. how you two don’t look the same together anymore, your cheeks are chubbier, your thighs squish together and you do this cute little waddle that you didn’t use to do. you’re constantly leaking out your tits, having to buy new clothes and your cravings make you feel like a savage. eating up everything in sight, stuffing your face, leaving behind little crumbs on your lips and cheeks.

the same one’s nanami kisses all the same. he kisses them a lot more now. the same cheeks he squeezes when he’s reassuring you that he still loves you. the ones he pecks when he notices how nervous you get when you two go out, and it feels like all eyes are on you. he’ll never understand the hormones secreted during pregnancy — well pregnancy in women at all, but he knows it’s been taking a heavy toll on you. the exhaustion, self deprecation and the overall lack of confidence. after the “meltdown” he’s truly trying to understand it more.

he hears it behind the heavy frame of your bathroom door. every morning he hears your sniffles. your murmurs, the sound of the toilet paper being ripped from its permeated edges. the constant flow of deep breaths you take before the cycle happens again, and again. again. he hates it, he sits up in the bed cold jewelry chilling his skin, and he sobs. when you cry nanami cries, it hurts him. he can hear you huffing and ultimately breaking down every morning. he wishes that he could do more for you, he wants to instill in you that nothing has changed between you two at all. you're just muturing, you’ve become a mother and with that you're destined to change. he can only say that so many times though.

one too many times and you’re snapping at him, or you’re crying in his arms. soft, patters of tears dropping onto his chest, but you always melt into the warmth of his body. then you have those times where you’re always swooning over him. specifically when he’s holding your sweet little girl, cradling her head so sweetly even in the swole muscle of his arm. you’d look at nanami and wonder if he had a kid.

he’s been looking the same over the years. he held a steady job at a big accounting firm; first starting as a regular accountant then working his way up to the most prestige of positions. a ceo of a well renowned firm based in the heart of tampa. since the birth of your child back in december he hasn’t been working much and you appreciate it. you’ve been a stay at home mom ever since his big promotion, and truth be told nanami doesn’t want you working at all. ever since what happened recently he took a long — well deserved “vacation” to stay home with you and prepare for your second child.

but it still makes you jealous like when he goes into your local cafe and he gets those stares from baristas, sometimes they give him extra items free of charge. he didn’t look like he had a kid, for all they knew he could be a single man getting his usual office treats. no one really bothered to look at rings anymore, he had a gold band that he wore proudly on his finger. the man never took it off even though you both had matching ring tattoos that had the date you two got married and the day he proposed in roman numerals wrapped around your all’s fingers.

you didn’t get those same kind stares, it felt like everyone looked at you in disgust. sometimes you’d come out bare faced with baggy clothes because that’s all you had the energy for. you had tons of maternity clothes but nothing uplifted your spirits. you considered this second pregnancy the absolute worst. it was so hard, you just weren’t the same.

you used to glow, a really pretty gold sheen always casted your cheeks when you were younger. you used to be a frequent gym babe with nanami. during a real good time you were a well-known gym and cooking influencer. yet age and children crept on you, halting that hobby of yours. you just couldn’t stop thinking about the past couldyou?

the tears just wouldn’t stop

nanami walked into the bathroom as soon as you started peeling off the eye mask, making you jump back. “n-nami.” you squealed, feigning a fake smile for your loving husband. he pressed a kiss to your lips, but he still held a sharp look on his face. his eyes were droopy and he too had dark under eye bags. one’s that matched yours and held a story similar to yours.

“you’ve been crying, princess— again.” he stood beside you in the mirror and looked down at you. “n-no! i haven’t.”

“don’t lie to my right now,” he shuts the door, “now talk.”

“i’m just tired kento, i’m tired of not being perfect. i’m tired of being fucking pregnant. i’m not the same anymore, you see it. i know you must be tired of having to take care of me like a chi-“

he scoops you up and plops your butt right down on the edge of the bathroom counter. he cages you in and gives you a look of warning. one that begs you not to say anymore. it hurts. “stop it, really. you shouldn’t be thinking like that.”

“and you know we never talked after that day,” he lightly unraveled the towel from off of your head, “and i think we should.”

“sometimes i wonder if i should blame myself mo-“

“don’t,” you give him a light laugh, “blame the hormones okay?”

“gotta blame me too, gotta love on my lady a tad bit more.”

your hair has taken a light form of the towel and he giggles his ass off as he tries to ruffle out your curls. you feel your body warm at the slightest touch of affection. it was this form of intimacy that you never got enough of, but you — you had an endless supply. nurturing your daughter and the little kiddo to be inside you.

“i don’t know nanami, i just want to make sure i’m doing good,” you sigh, “you don’t have to baby me.”

“but i’m not, i need to make sure you’re okay. i need you to be okay. i need you to talk to me when you think things are fucked up.”

“i just want — i need your attention more, and not in that way. i need you to tell me when you need me, and i’ll try my best to do the same.”

“mhm you got me,’ he giggled and looked at himself in the mirror before his eyes moved to the half open robe. “what if i told you i needed you right now?’ he hummed.

“don’t play like that,” you balled up your fist and landed playful hits against his chest. he lightly stopped your barrage of petty hits and brought your arms up to dangle around his neck. though you had to raise off your butt to do so.

“i’m not.”

he picked you up, carefully making sure that your tummy was protected as he waddled with you to open the door and over to the bed. you’re not sure if it was the lack of intimacy you two had been engagaing in during the past couple of months, but you were already getting wet. he was always gentle with you, talking you through things and making sure you were okay. the fact that he could lift you up even with all this extra baby weight was astonishing.

it was the same for him. he had his needs, your sex drive had been insanely low, hence another reason why your confidence was dipping. a man without sex, could be considered a lion starved — but that wasn’t him though. nanami was content with what he had, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t aching for sex — clearly. but it’s a bonus when taking care of you.

it’s something he’s been itching for. you feel a big bulge against your ass, and you can’t help but feel so upset for making him wait so long. “ ‘m sorry, nami.” you truly are. you feel as if it’s your fault that he resorted to his newfound “kink”. getting off in your panties thinking of you instead. you’ll always blame yourself, but he doesn’t.

your eyes and inner nose begin to sting as you hold back more tears, “sorry for making you wait so long,” he shushes you and rest his head on the top of yours as he carefully sets you down on the soft sheets. “stop it,” he mumbled. he juggled his next few words as he stared at the family picture that sat ontop of your shared mahogany dresser. his eyes darted to the 85” tv across the room. the mini “samsung'' sequence bouncing around the screen until it fit perfectly into the left edge.

“you owe me nothing,” his lips rested against your hair, “you’re perfect.”

“perfect for me,” his stomach ached as he continued, “perfect partner.” you started to lean back on the bed, maple irises fleeting up to his own. his eyes told a story; filled with love and compassion.

“and a perfect little momma, don’t forget that m’kay?” he slid his thigh up right in between your legs and laid you back on the bed. he was big, taller and broader than you were, it often made you forget. he clasped your hands together over your head, fitting his own within them. he was right on top of you. there was a pattern between your legs, one of his own on the outside of your left thigh and his other was pressing right against your pussy.

his knee gently rubbed against it, the cloth of his pajama pants was soft against the thin cotton of your panties. you hummed in delight and squeezed your eyes shit. the sting of tears returned. you could feel them ready to run over your cheeks and race down onto the sheets. nanami mentally cursed himself for being so hard right now, especially in a space where you got so vulnerable for him, but he just couldn’t help it.

you constantly brushed off sex, you didn’t think you were pretty enough. you reminded yourself over and over that you let yourself go, and that he didn’t need to belittle himself for the likes of you. “kento.” you whimpered.

“you don’t have to do this for me,” you scrunch your face, driven uncomfortable by the tears that ran down the sides of your face trickling into your hair and beading off into the sheets, “ i don’t… i don’t look good right now.”

you don’t have the will to stare back at him, you look down at the space in between you. you see his bulge. his cock leaves a perfect swell in his pants that he has to adjust. he cups his hands around it and shifts it a little bit to calm himself down. “don’t keep saying that,” he mutters, “ you’re so pretty, princess.” his golden locks tickle the skin of your forehead as he leans down.

his nose grazes your forehead and he travels further south, leaving wet kisses along your cheeks and all over the tip of your nose. you feel a gentle tugging at your robe, as he situates his hand around the bottom flap of the robe, he nudges his knee a bit harder against your weeping cunny. those vile feelings of self loathing didn’t stop your pussy from dripping at his sweet words of affirmation.

they spilled from his lips so sweetly and soundly that it made you ache all over. some of that ache was way too concentrated and made you throb right in your core.

“who’s my pretty girl,” he rasped. he propped his body up by lanting his palms flat against the mattress. he grounded himself. being this close to you was his sanctuary and gave him a peace of mind. you felt something in your heart that you hadn’t felt in a while. he touched you with ease, like you were fragile. touches so soft, careful not to break you.

“don’t wanna say it,” you cover your eyes with your hands, the small limbs shaking with nervousness, “don’t want to.” you sniffle.

“don’t be so shy, baby. whose my pretty girl.” it comes out as a deep groan, almost carnal. he begins to spiral on top of you slowly. on an impulse he begins to slowly bend his arms. he’s hovering over a litte bit, he nips at your bottom lip. he sucks on it, wraps his own lips around the fat of it.

your lips are minty against his tongue, and he continues to lower himself. he's even more careful. he doesn’t drop his weight on your tummy but he blocks your view of the area that once contained space. a quiet moan escapes.

nanami’s hips are slowly rutting, he’s pushing his bulge into your heat. that simple action makes your heart rate increase. it’s got you really thinking, the gears in your head turn. even like this you still get him so hard, you can still make him groan into your mouth. he still gets you hot in the face. “come on, baby,” he releases his lip with a pop, “tell me what i wanna hear.”

“i-i’m your,” you can’t rid the string of moans that come out of your lips when he circles his bulge against your puffy clit, “pretty girl — ‘mm your pretty girl.” you moan out entirely too breathless. a couple hot circles against your clit and your body slightly trembles. your breath heightens and you can feel a certain feeling growing in your tummy.

hot and warm. comforting and bubbly

“ ‘s too much ken-!” you squeal out. he pushes into you harder. you can feel his outline, it’s hot as it twitches against your clit. he hates to drag, but he’s dragging himself against you. he’d hate to cum first but it’s been months since he’s had you like this. it’s been so long since the last time he could bring you to a certain bliss; a feeling so high you couldn’t even speak.

your clenching so hardly around nothing. you ball up your fist to your sides, joining nanami in the dry fucking. he plants his left elbow to the bed and falls to your side. smiling and too horny off the thought of you so full of life, tummy swell and eyes squeezed shut as you basically fucked the air.

you both need it, that one thing that will make you both feel whole again. that one thing that you both haven’t reached together in a long time, because fucking wasn’t easy. having sex was a task that you didn’t want to face with nananmi, not after you’ve been moping and feeling like shit. you just didn’t think you deserved it.

this was the morning you were gonna get it though. it was the morning that you decided it was okay to enjoy your pleasure, it was a morning like no other where nanami really praised you made sure you were okay. he’ll never fully understand you, but today those hormones in you didnt release too much. it’s like the estrogen and progesterone gave you a tiny break. the tears were still there but it wasn’t so bad.

“why’d you stop.” you mumble. your lashes are full and heavy, sticking together by the wet fiber of your tears. “ i wanna be inside you.”

his index and middle finger twirl atop the swell of your stomach. he traces them down the line that separates your stomach in two half spheres. “need you to lay on your side,” he runs his hand through his hair, “can you do that for me?”

his hand smooths over your legs as he helps you flip over. you huff as you begin to turn to your side. “this ain’t easy, you know.” he chuckles smoothly, one that transcends right from his gut, “i know, that’s why i’m trying to help,” you end up on your side after feeling comfy, “it’s nice to see you like this.”

“like what,” you breathe out, “beside me like this — it’s been a while” he presses into your skin. your body shivers from his ghostlike touch, and airy words. they’re light and delicate, pulling you into a deep trance.

he grabs a pillow and gives it to you, placing a small half of it underneath you as he gently picks you up. “let me know if it gets uncomfortable okay?” you give him a hurried nod, kindly rubbing your thighs together as you wait for him to make the first move. it’s been so long you don’t know what to do and you don’t know exactly what you want but he does. he’s been patiently waiting for this. the tips of his fingers lightly graze against the smooth heat of your skin. he nestles up right behind you and whispers gentle praise and reassurance.

“gonna be real gentle okay, gonna make you so full, but i’ll fuck you nice and slow.” his fingers start at your shoulder blades and glide down your arm. you quiver gently and rub your ass back against his bulge, “is that okay?”

you hum in response, already drooling from his touch. he continues further down; up and over your full hips and down to your thighs. his fingers nearly skate across them; they glow from the shea butter that you always rub into your skin. “that tickles.” you whine. “does it?”

his right hand travels up over the curve of your top thigh and he easily slips his around to your front. he uses his fingers to feel at the fat of your folds, he starts with your clit and makes his way further down. you're comfortable, warm as he plays with the now soaked cotton of your panties.

his fingers smoothly play with the fabric, you bring his free arm down and grip onto it. too overcome with pleasure, thinking about how you haven’t been touched in so long. thinking back on the last time you yourself even let an ounce of pleasure take you over. “keep doing that.” you whimper, subtly squeezing your thighs together to trap his hand against your pussy.

“missed this pussy.” he groaned. he lifted the cotton, swooning over the slick that stuck to your panties. he dipped his fingers in first, preparing you for penetration. he’s thinking about how it’s been so full since he’s stuffed you full with his cock, but he knows he has to be gentle. he has to loosen up first. starting with everything; all the stress, all the uncertainties. his fingers slip between your folds, gathering your slick before he carefully pushes them in. one finger at a time he starts with his index.

your gummy walls swallow it up, but there’s a slight burn. this intrusion that you haven’t felt in months makes you shiver, has you moaning against a spare pillow. he scoots closer behind you, letting his bulge poke into your ass, “it’s a little tight.” he whispers.

“need you to relax, need you to let me in.”

your pussy flutters, “ ‘m tryin’.”

you forgot what it felt like so you don’t know how to respond. his index curls inside of you, which has you breathing even harder and interrupts your quest of relaxing, but you know it should be simple. you take a few deep breaths, some interrupted by his eager fingers. “almost there.” he mumbles. you continue. you cycle your breaths careful not to intake too much and really let it all out.

there’s a steady pulse that you can both feel, the subtle gaping of your hole as he slips his middle finger inside. “good girl.” he smirks. he’s eager, slowly humping your ass, getting that stimulation for his tip that he needs. you’re too engrossed with the pleasure in between your legs that you don’t notice it. “i think you’re ready, princess.” his excuse to stuff you full, because he simply can not wait to take you

he shuffles behind you still letting his fingers enjoy your sticky heat. the cotton of his sleep pants are nearly soaked, his tip leaked so much and it didn’t help that he woke up horny. not at all. his cock sprung free, heavily sliding against the silk that halted the view of your ass. he folded up that last flap; the robe now covered only the upper half of your body. he pulls his fingers out, rubbing the tips together to feel our slick between them. the delicate substance is thick and clear, and such a pretty fucking sight.

his right hand falls to the cusp of your right knee, slowly lifting the weak limb to allow him access. he holds you up, you can feel his hand squeezing the fat of your thigh; the best for leverage. he was drunk. drunk off your moans and your essence. “let me know if it hurts okay? tell me if it’s too much.”

you nod and wait, you wait patiently for a feeling you’ve grown foreign too. you hold onto your sheets the material folding under your grasp as you feel his bulbous tip poke and prod at your entrance. the fat mushroom tip that blushes a dark red, keen and anxious to stuff you up. he slips it in oozing a crazy amount of precum as he rubs against your gummy walls, and he continues to push.

he’s making you take his shape, since your pussy hasn’t been fitted around it in so long. your nails dig into the bony build of his hand, and you're clamping down too hard, eager to not let anything in. “almost in, princess…”

“i don’t — don’t remember it being this big,” you whimper; clutching onto his hand even tighter, “feels like ‘m gonna break.”

“ah fuckkk. you won’t break, baby. promise.”

“just gotta relax, let me show you how much i missed you.”

nanami draws his hips back and sheathes himself inside. his cock gives you a nice filling, his tip pokes at the sensitive area that settles all the way in the back. grazing against the sensitive skin making you squeal as he guides himself in as far as his hips would allow. those same fingertips now pressed into the fat of your hip. giving him another outlet to release the pressure that formed deep in his stomach.

his thrust were slow, sure to keep you comfy and to issue a welcoming pressure in your core. he didn’t wanna snap or lose control, but it felt like he was digging something out of you. his heaviness dragged inside of you so well and he could feel your insides readjusting to his shape with each deep thrust of his hips.

they slammed against your ass, the firm build of his groin filled the room with a slow clap. he scooted himself down, letting his body move down the back of your own so he could angle his hips up to soothe that spongy, sweet spot inside that nobody has pleasured in so long. “gonna be okay if i go a little faster.” he pistons his hip up at an angle, but he doesn’t sheathe himself all the way in. he misses your cervix by about a centimeter; careful not to evoke too much pain.

“mhm.” you whimper. slightly throwing your hips back and grinding in a half assed circle. “just like that,” he groans, taking a hand full of your waist in his right as he sharpens his thrust with a bit of speed, “a little faster so it feels better. you’re taking me so well, baby.”

“missed this pussy so much.” he swallows; his breath fans across the expanse of your back. you shiver. “it missed you too.” you tremble, latching onto the pillow. his lips are warm as he leaves a trail of kisses down the spine of your back. it’s been a short amount of time, the soft, simple fucking. the press of his abs along the comforting fat of your ass. he swears he’ll cum in any moment. at any moment he’ll be pumping a thick load into your tight cunny, drenching your walls. marking what’s his, stuffing you full of white.

you’re sucking him in too deep, pulling him in deeper. his strokes have a fever to them that you missed. you feel everything, the divet from his tip, you feel it pressing so harshly against your walls. you want to whine, cry about how it hurst, but it feels so fucking good to have your husband inside you again. it feels way too good to get a filling of his cock again; hot and numbing. you throb uncontrollably around him.

nanami sits at the perfect position to fuck into your g-spot. it feels like there’s no room to fit. “nam-namiii,” you whimper, “it feels like ‘m bout to cum.”

“already, princess? i can feel you squeezing… does it feel that good?” he smirks, furrowing his brow as he does the inevitable. his strokes become a little harder; he makes the squelching sound surround you both and he picks up your thigh to make his thrust really reach deep. “cum, baby. cum on this cock — need to feel it so bad.” you can feel him weighing down on your clit.

the bundle of nerves aches with desperation. he stretches you out, separates your folds so that his length hits on it just a little bit, but all the pleasure is up against that spongy spot in your pussy. you try tp cover your mouth, your eyes roll into the back of your head as he times his thrust with your clenching. you’re not slipping up, you refuse to let him go so he can’t stop himself from fucking you.

your wetness drips out onto the sheets, pooling up in the space beneath your legs. as he times his thrust, you slowly begin to tremble and squeeze your thighs shut. “cummin’... nami m’cummin’.” you groan. he tries to speak, but he can’t get anything out. your toes curl as you shake in his grasp. you cum hard, your cunny sucks him into your deepest parts. the way your pussy has him wrapped around your finger is crazy, the way you tighten around him as you ride out his orgasm tips him over the edge. the tightness of your walls milks his cock and all it has to give.

“good — did so good for me, milking daddy’s cock.” it comes out hoarse and airy. he can’t understand the surge of pleasure that sears through him. he just feels his balls twitch as he releases his cum, hot and sticking perfectly to your delicate insides. even when you’ve milked him for all he’s got his abs still twitch. his dick still pulses inside trying to shoot some more cum out, but there’s nothing. “missed daddy’s cock.” you moan out.

he wraps you up in his arms after you both came down from an incredible high, but he keeps himself nestled inside. he missed this type of warmth and he didn’t want it taken from him too soon. but keeping himself inside arouses him all the more, but he can contain it. for your sake he’d promise he’d go easy on you. “thank you, princess.”

“don’t thank me, silly.” you slightly turn your body back and squeeze his cheek. “it just feels like i fell in love with you all over again.” he smiles.

“don’t make me cry,” you giggle, “you know how easy it is to make me cry.”

“i know, let’s just lay like this for a little while. this okay?”

“mhm, it’s perfect.”

#nanami kento #nanami x you #nanami x reader #nanami smut #nanami x reader smut #nanami kento smut #nanami x black!reader #nanami angst #jjk smut #jjk angst

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soullessjack · 4 months

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mm ok I have something to talk about finally ! so something I’ve noticed in a lot of discussions/meta around the TFW2.0 family dynamic + cycles of abuse is that it almost always opts to frame jack as a perpetual victim of [sam and] dean’s mistreatment who can’t fight back, and while I don’t mean to say it’s completely without merit, I feel that it does a slight disservice to Jack’s character by always reducing him into a helpless child (even if he is seen as older by the poster) who cannot/should not bear any responsibility in any of his relationships with his fathers.

to start, the cycle of abuse coincides with an imbalanced power dynamic; someone with more or higher power and authority over you (ie parent, boss or teacher) uses that authority to exploit, control, and/or freely mistreat you. i will note that it doesn’t necessarily have to be framed this way to be abuse, like a situation where blackmail grants someone authority over their target; there are also some dynamics that are inherently imbalanced without being inherently abusive (see above examples). the abuse relies on that dynamic being manipulated, not the dynamic itself.

in the majority of posts I’ve seen, the power imbalance between TFW2.0 almost always puts jack at the bottom of the totem pole, in a constant state of victimhood because he’s constantly at the mercy of [sam and] dean [and cas].*boxed these in bc people rarely pick on sam or cas for their transgressions and whether or not they’ll kill him. clarifying again that i understand where this comes from, but I also think it’s a fairly dated perspective on their dynamic that should really be re-examined—especially with Jack’s autonomy more in mind—and i believe @shallowseeker has a post about the exact timeframe of Cas’ death and Dean’s widower arc/mistreatment of Jack that i recommend for it.

but onto my main point, I feel that this representation of their dynamic is inaccurate, and doesn’t really take jack into account beyond the Helpless Child Victim narrative. for the sake of staying on topic let me just summarize a few things:

A) Jack is the most powerful being in the universe and is functionally immortal/unkillable. He is a greater threat to TFW than they are to him, and so he is the one with power in the dynamic, not the other way around. It all hinges on his personal choice to not harm them (because he loves them of course).

B) Jack is and always has been painfully aware of his power, the threat he poses, the dynamic it creates and the underlying tension it constantly causes with his relationships. The majority of his actions and motivations are rooted in his own self-fear, and the determination to prove he’s good/safe.

Another small point I’ll shove in is that Dean canonically never forgave himself for his mistreatment of Jack, and spent almost the entirety of their relationship trying to make up for it (especially in 14x06, 07 & 08). Likewise, Dean’s promise to kill Jack in 13x02 and that scene from Moriah are both often misunderstood as more Textbook Dean Abuse with **Jack’s perspectives (ie: “dean said he’d kill me, and maybe he should,” his admission of guilt and willingness to let Dean shoot him) (also, his choice to forgive dean at some point offscreen) being largely overlooked.

**obviously it’s not healthy or good for Jack to basically consent to being mistreated or killed because he thinks he somehow deserves it, nor does it make Dean’s actions excusable or justified in any way, but i still feel that it’s worth pointing out as examples of Jack’s autonomy and awareness in the aforementioned power dynamic.

Jack’s responsibility is also pretty unaccounted for in these dynamics (especially when it comes to Mary’s death) which I think stems equally from the fact that his soullessness—and by extension, his soulless actions—were caused by Sam and Dean’s actions and the general perspective of him as a child [who doesn’t deserve the burden he carries, and should be carefree], so nothing is directly his fault and nobody can get mad at him either or that’s also seen as unfair mistreatment). I also personally just think it’s odd because Jack in canon is very adamant about being able to take and hold responsibility (as it relates to his autonomy and wanting to be seen as a separate person from his parents). and, going back to Mary, Jack not only becomes psychotic with guilt over killing her, but after his soul is restored in S15, he has a complete breakdown from the sheer horror of what he’s done, and because, in his own words, it’s all his fault.

I won’t go into the worm can of people blaming Dean for how he handled reliving to his root trauma, but suffice it to say: he had every right to be angry, he was well within reason to act unreasonably, and stop trying to fix his conflict with jack by parentifying him with an innocent baby when he already has parentification trauma and that baby is merely an excuse to absolve Jack of any responsibility he had in the conflict.

I will always and forever love the meta side of the fandom, and I honestly owe my blog’s existence to it, but I still think we have a long way to go in terms of how jack is represented/portrayed in these discussions, and likewise, how that portrayal frames/reflects on sam, dean and cas ^_^

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thatoneaceinthecorner · 9 months

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RQG Art Masterpost

Hey guys! So recently I've had a wave of notes on some of my old rqg art, and a few new followers. I got really nostalgic about rqg and decided I wanted an easier way to access my rqg-related art (other than the dumpster fire that is tumblr's tagging system), and I wanted other people who are just finding my art to have an easy way of looking at the rest, if they want to. So I dug through everything and made a masterpost! This post contains links to all the rqg art I've ever posted on tumblr, as well as a couple images that I couldn't find the original posts for, despite all the digging. It's loosely organized, emphasis on loosely, but I hope it should be fun to look through if anyone ever feels like it. Spoiler warning for the whole show, just in case anyone new isn’t done with their first listen. There's also stuff in here that's pretty old and that I don't necessarily love anymore, but seeing how my skills progressed over time is still pretty neat. This is a long post, so I've put all the links under the cut. Enjoy!

My top three pieces and why they're my favorites

General:

Shoin's sketch of London

RQG Inktober: Scars

Resurrection Ritual in the Ursan Village

Zolf Smith, cleric of what comes next (comic)

Alex's horrible Barret Monster with knife arms

Ada and Tesla in their lab with the Babbage brain

"Why didn't you do more" (it's all your fault comic)

Blue-veined arm in Other London

Zolf and Azu hear the hivemind

Sasha and Cicero leave Rome behind them

Apophis in human form

Party camping outside the Garden of Yerlik

Kantu!! Because I thought they were cute

Also these two drawings, the ones I couldn't find the original posts for. Azu giving Hamid a piggy-back, and a really old drawing of Azu in Carter's mind museum.

Sasha Racket:

Sasha hangs out with gargoyles (and sphinxes)

Sasha portrait

Goodbye, Brock

Goodbye, Grizzop

If Grizzop had lived and helped raised Sasha's kids

Sasha deserves bat wings, as a treat

"I so wish you could meet them"

My very first drawing of Sasha, post-Kafka fight

Wilde:

Wilde masterpost (yes he has his own)

"We're all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars"

His brain might've popped

Wilde looking pretty (plus bonus shitpost sketch)

"Oh Wilde, you must have been so scared"

Wilde with blue veins

Wilde gets his magic back (first time I ever drew him)

Zoscar:

Wild and Zolf in the rain, epilogue

"We've got this" "Yeah, we've got this" aka Parallels

Breath of Life

Wilde's first death

Peace and comfort (for once)

Actually some more peace and comfort

And a little more

Aaand back to some angst

RQG Zine Art:

The End of the World As We Know It

How Little He Matters

Rome Is Where the Heart Is

Animatics/Animations/Videos:

Hamimatic - Immature

Zolf is the sand guardian, guardian of the sand

Wilde and Zolf in the rain but animated this time

Sasha protecting Wilde in Paris

Time lapse of some of the "Breath of Life" drawing

Ben Meredith quoting Jenna Marbles (starring Toothbrush Zolf)

Doodles, sketches, and requests:

Messy busts of the whole party (plus Wilde, obviously)

Azu and Grizzop outfit/deity swap

Never wake a sleeping Barnes (comic)

Toothbrush Zolf

Azu caring for undead Sasha

Ada mourning Babbage AU

Fun sketch page of various PCs

Domestic Zolf and Wilde

Canon-compliant under-dressed Zolf (look he's posing like the coppertone baby from that one brand of sunscreen, i thought it was funny)

Sasha and Wilde bonding time

If Sasha and Cel met each other

Sasha and Zolf, amputee buddies

Wilde in a flower crown (Everyone Liked That)

More domestic Zolf and Wilde

Sasha playing with Hamid's twin brothers

Sasha looking after Grizzop's kids

Zolf and Wilde hugging

Sasha and Skraak, dynamic duo

Barnes and Carter hugging

Kobold in the kitchen with Zolf

Ada holding down the fort

Happy Hamid

Cel and Grag

Wilde and Hamid high-five

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lunestael · 2 years

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Itafushi vs. Satosugu Analysis

Posed with this question on twitter which had me go like “yeah thats not gonna happen.”

“If Megumi and Yuji end up the same as Gojo and Geto... what are we going to do? “

disclaimer: just using their ship names in reference to the relationship dynamic between the characters in canon, not connotating a romantic relationship

I feel like satosugu and itafushi are specifically portrayed to be foils of each other, to compare the ways that itfs excels in what stsg failed at (honest communication and being sensitive to each other’s feelings, acceptance of each other despite differences in philosophy, etc)

Both itfs and stsg have pivotal philosophical debates on what their personal beliefs surrounding “saving people” entails, which narratively serves to establish each person’s character and goals as jujutsu sorcerers. however, despite being about a similar topic, they are approached completely differently.

fushiguro claims “selfish” reasons for saving people, saving those he personally believes deserved to be saved, because he isn’t some kind of righteous hero, hes just a jujutsu sorcerer, and he does not want to save someone who will just cause harm others in the future.

itadori, on the other hand, maintains the belief that all humans deserve to life a normal life and die a normal death, regardless of what they have done, or will do. If someone were in trouble, and you were the only one capable of saving them, itadori’s belief is that you should try your best to save them.

Both of them acknowledge this difference in philosophy, but interestingly enough neither disagree with each other’s conviction either. They find the meaning and think about each other’s positions in life that made them come to their own separate conclusions, and respect it even if it doesn’t exactly align with their own, with itadori stating that even if their philosophies are different, doesn’t mean they can’t both be right.

itafushi consistently seek to understand each other’s perspective and put themselves in each other’s shoes. This makes them more empathetic and more willing to listen and understand those they care about.

stsg have always struggled with this from the beginning. Gojo and Fushiguro have relatively the same philosophy, as do Itadori and Geto (i could do a whole other analysis comparing gojo vs megumi as well as itadori vs. geto goddd) regarding the concept of saving people, though Gojo is much more crass about it than Fushiguro was, most likely to bait Geto into a fight, which Geto easily falls for. Even though they’re close and inseparable friends and the self-named “strongest duo”, there are clear moral lines that divide the two that they use to push against each other. I mean, they literally escalate into a near physical duel over it in not even two pages.

on another note, gojo has been noted by gege to have relied on geto as a moral compass. your own moral and ethical code being dictated by another person can be extremely unhealthy and become manipulative. gojo saw geto as the pinnacle of morality (which is ironic considering his moral decisions a year later) to the point where whether gojo would massacre an entire religious group all depended on geto’s response at that moment.

meanwhile geto had his own inner idealization of gojo as the strongest alone, not in the way the rest of the world perceived him, but in his own way as the supposed other half of the strongest duo. you can feel a certain sense of...envy or resentment when geto wishes he were gojo so he could achieve the society he gave up everything for, even though he was supposed to be the strongest WITH gojo. thats how far he felt from gojo without gojo realizing he had felt that way.

satosugu overall have a lot of misconceptions about each other they accept as inherent truths though they never actually confirmed, some of which are realized too late, others never revealed at all.

megumi could almost immediately tell when yuji had gone through some trauma as soon as he saw him alive again, and immediately brought it up to make sure he was okay, which even though yuji was not okay, it was a huge gesture from megumi to stay emotionally in touch with yuji when he can see him struggling.

gojo, however, doesn’t notice when the same thing happens to suguru, though he does notice something is off with suguru. not to say that it was satoru’s responsibility to bring suguru from the brink of his mental break, but rather it shows how their wavelengths are no longer as in sync as they used to be. with satoru having suguru as his moral compass as well, satoru may also have some doubts that suguru would have his own moral struggles since he depends on him to always make the right and just choices (oh the tragic irony...)

TLDR; itafushi tackle their differences and issues with each other with open arms and seeking to understand each other with honesty. they don’t apply a codependent attitude towards each other, being very close and understanding without idealizations of each other beyond reason. itafushi are just raw truths to each other from the beginning. satosugu...have a lot of internal issues they never bring to each other and just let fester until the dam breaks. they have preconceptions about each other and idealize each other without communicating them to each other, adopting both an unhealthy codependent relationship without proper communications.

i think itafushi have a much better foundation of support to survive whatever ordeals they will undergo, and most likely be able to pull each other from their respective brinks when they come compared to satosugu’s tragic end.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #itafushi #satosugu #jjk meta #itadori yuji #fushiguro megumi #gojo satoru #geto suguru #this is not any this ship is better than this ship debate either!!! so lets not bring it there!!!!#all of my otps are wildly obsessive and unhealthy and toxic and that is simply how i like it <3 #sorry if this post is a mess i started this months ago and then work killed my ass!!!#i just want to get this out of my drafts

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soleminisanction · 2 years

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This post spun a little out of control, but it was inspired by @avaraydrake's tags on my previous Jordanna Spence essay. (Thank you for that, btw. Sincerely, they were great to read and clearly gave me a lot to think about.) Specifically, it started from their comments on this scene:

Which I read as Steph abandoning Jordanna while she's unconscious, while avaraydrake pointed out that this is standard first aid practice. Which is true. I personally expect a superhero to do more than just the standard practice, but it is true... in a vacuum.

The reason this moment stands out to me, the reason I tend to focus on it, has to do with a recurring problem throughout the series that isn't directly related to Jordanna. But to explain what that problem is, I'm going to have to jump ahead a few issues, to Issue 8 -- the Red Robin crossover.

See, all through the Batgirl side of the crossover -- in-between insulting Tim, stalking Tim, and also that weirdly sexist dress thing @mzminola pointed out -- Steph is constantly insisting to Tim that she's "different now." That he has to trust and like and respect her again because she's "changed" from the person who tried to chase him down for attention. Even though she spends the entire issue... chasing him down for attention.

Ultimately, the thread culminates in this page:

Which, if you've been paying attention to the series up to this point, rings completely hollow. Frankly, it feels like Steph is just bullshitting Tim because she wants to prove him wrong about her.

Because see, up to literally this very issue? Steph doesn't help, rescue, or assist a single Gotham citizen. She just fights people.

Her first scene certainly wasn't about helping anyone, given that she beat both the racers up and then got them arrested. The second time we see her suit up, she leaps in to save a cop... only because he is Detective Nicholas "St. Nick" Gage, who gets more page time than Barbara, flirts with Steph constantly, and is (very weirdly) basically the deurotagonist of the series.

And even then, Steph doesn't actually save him -- she swings in, punches one guy, and then while she's busy posing and thinking, "ooooh, the cop is pretty," Nick gets them both blown out of the window.

Continuing on to the party scene, even if you don't think Steph abandons Jordanna at that moment, she's not shown helping her either. No one is, really.

And then that, of course, leads into her big confrontation with Scarecrow which... also isn't about saving anyone. It's about how Steph is so strong and stubborn and full of hope (I think?) that she's able to overcome "her ''''worst''' self" (people telling her that she's a shitty superhero), and that's what makes her so inspiring and is why she deserves "a second chance."

That pattern continues for almost the entire first year. Steph doesn't save anyone until Issue 8, when she helps Tim protect Leslie Tompkins. The first time she so much as thinks about protecting "the people of Gotham" comes in Issue 9, and even when it does it's with this... really uncomfortable dynamic, which actually starts back in Issue 4.

See, in Issue 4, during Steph's first patrol in her shiny new ugly Batgirl costume, the first thing Steph does is knock a pair of robbers off a skyscraper, only thinking to ask how much weight a grapple line can hold after they're in free-fall. She winds up swinging them down into a tour bus. It's unclear if Steph is even aware the tourists are there, but to be fair she is trying not to die.

The tourists immediately swarm to start taking pictures (starting with her butt, of course), when Steph is suddenly approached by a certain doe-eyed little girl.

This girl is named Nell Little which, in addition to never being spoken in the text (we only know because of an interview Brian Q. Miller gave at some point), is suspiciously close to Little Nell, Charles Dickenson's archetypal too-good-for-this-sinful-earth angel-victim-child.

Nell Little is a semi-recurring character throughout the book, having 4 appearances over the course of the 2 years. Her personality is sweet and innocent; her likes are Stephanie, trying to be like Stephanie, and watching Stephanie beat up bad guys; and her role in the narrative is to admire Stephanie's every move, tell her what a good job she's doing, and occasionally be put in danger so that Stephanie can rescue her.

I find this recurring dynamic to be extremely off-putting. It doesn't help that this is neither the first nor the last time DC will give Stephanie a young black sycophant and... I dunno, it just hits a weird note.

That note is then amplified by the fact that Nell is present at Steph's first-ever civilian rescue in Issue 9, which ends like this:

...with a literal "and then everyone clapped" while the guy that Steph literally just finished beating up calls her "beautiful" and immediately develops a massive crush on. He's the one who winds up being the Gray Ghost, btw, and when he turns back up he starts addressing Steph exclusively as, "My Violet Avenger."

I'd forgotten that was a thing. Gross.

Also doesn't help that the only thoughts Steph has during the sequence (aside from mindless comedic set-up about her mundane evening checklist) come in this panel:

Where she's literally preening and singing her own praises, with the people she saved boiled down to nothing but, "Zero collateral damage," which just as well might be referring to train.

Then the second rescue we see her do (Issue 10), ends like this:

While the third isn't actually a rescue, it's the big saving-the-world moment from the end of the first year's arc, which just happens to also involves Steph saving Barbara.

(This arc also ends with a still-shot of Steph while someone -- I think the Gray Ghost, but it's left deliberately vague in the panel -- declares, "She's amazing, isn't she?" Put a pin in both of these snapshots for later).

The fourth rescue is a team-up with Damian, which is also the third encounter with Nell Little in Issue 17. It's the closest thing Nell gets to character development, in that she ends the issue thinking that Robin is totally the coolest now, too, and also she's portrayed as sooooo pure that she can help Stephanie make Damian act more like A Real Boy.

Notably, she doesn't trip over herself to tell Damian what a great job he's doing. He just gets a goodbye.

And the last one -- if you stretch the definition of rescue -- comes in Issue 18, the Valentine's story where Steph helps return Teekl, and that instantly wins Klarion over as her best buddy. He ends off that story telling her how unique she is -- sincerely, while the context and the pause in her line makes it read as a backhanded compliment, like she was stopping herself from saying, "Weird."

And that's it for rescues, but Steph does have one more interaction with the public, in the very last issue. It's just.... ugh.

If you read a lot of superhero comics, I kind of hope you see the trend here that makes me so uncomfortable. This isn’t even including all the times she runs into Detective St. Nick, who ends every single one of their interactions (and half of his interactions with Barbara) singing Stephanie's praises, right up until he has to shade in his Tragic Backstory.

Or all the encounters with the aforementioned Gray Ghost, who cannot shut up about “My Violet Avenger” and how gorgeously wonderful she is.

Or how Barbara, Dick, and Wendy are all made, at varying times, to say something to the extent of: “Golly! Stephanie is so amazing!” while the closest Steph gets to returning the sentiment is the moment linked above when she calls Babs, “The only person who’s ever really given a crap about me.”

Rescuing people… it’s a standard trope. The exact frequency varies a lot depending on the era, but if you pick up a random issue of a superhero comic there’s a fairly decent chance that you’ll see your hero(es) dejour saving a random civilian, or even multiple if there’s a disaster situation. I’ve probably read thousands of rescues from hundreds of heroes over the years.

Yet, off the top of my head, I can’t remember a single other rescue that ends with the recuee(s) tripping over themselves to tell the hero how great they are. I’m sure they’re out there, I’m sure plenty of heroes get a big, triumphant, "You're our hero and we love you!" moment at some point in their career. But to make that the default, universal response every single time she saves someone, or even just speaks to the public, for an entire series? That’s weird, right?

In other series, majority of the time the rescuee doesn’t do anything at all, they just get swooped off-panel. If the hero’s lucky they might get a thank-you and a chance to give a heroic one-liner. Because y’know, the act of rescuing is supposed to be enough to establish that our heroes are heroic. That they only sometimes get thanked—or heck, that people might even lash out or turn against them—helps to reinforce that the heroes aren’t just doing this for praise and affection, but because of some other, more powerful motivation.

So for Steph to only be showered with adoration at every turn, while her internal monologue focuses exclusively on how good it all makes her feel? That only reinforces the opposite feeling, that Steph's primary motivation is her own reputation and feelings, not a drive to defend other people. That these rescues are far outnumbered by big, showy spectacles where Steph can fight something and look awesome while doing it really doesn't help matters.

This is all exacerbated by two other factors, which come together with everything mentioned above to make it impossible to take her singular, isolated claim of being a hero "for the city" seriously.

The first is the way Steph reacts on the very rare occasion she feels her hero efforts aren't being appreciated. We only see this twice, once in her original meeting with Detective Nick:

(Remember that this is literally her second night out as Batgirl, and she's pissy that he didn't know her on sight.) The second incident is the protest Jordanna organizes in Issue 16, which is only done to make Jordanna look bad.

The other exacerbating circumstance is how the series ends.

Again, there's two factors here. The first is the Black Mercy illusion that Steph is put under, where again, a huge deal is made of how special Stephanie is for being able to break herself out of the illusion, before going into an 8 page montage of Steph getting to be the main character of the entire universe forever, and everyone's favorite superhero, while people sing her praises.

I don't have space for it here because this post is already too long but one of these days I'm going to break down what that whole sequence says about Steph's character when you analyze it in-universe. But more pressing to this post is the conversation surrounding that montage, the last scene in the entire series.

Just for comparison—Tim ends both Robin and Red Robin thinking about his responsibility to Gotham. Cass's Batgirl series ends with her unhappily killing her mother at Shiva's request and walking dramatically off into the night. The contemporary Nightwing series ends with Dick taking Babs tandem skydiving, asking her to “let him do the flying.” Impulse ends with Bart bonding with his new guardians, and Superboy with Kon moving to Kansas and talking about making Clark proud.

Batgirl (2009) ends with Stephanie talking about herself, how many wonderful adventures she's been on, and how this moment is hers and that makes it special and also did we mention she likes purple? Babs is also there to tell her how special and wonderful she is for always being a happy widdle Pollyanna.

And that's really the central problem here.

I am not inclined to give Steph's actions the benefit of the doubt throughout this series because the series is utterly Stephanie-obsessed. Steph only saves people so they can tell her how wonderful she is. All the supporting cast, all the people in the entire city, are only there to stroke Stephanie's ego and tell her she's so amazing.

That line, waaaaaay back up there in the Red Robin crossover? Is the only time Stephanie ever spares so much as a second thought for the people of Gotham. And like I said, that comes across more as her trying to show Tim up, because she spends the entire issue trying desperately to convince him that she is "different now."

If Steph really was supposed to be "doing it for all of them," if her motivation was supposed to be for the sake of others, the writer utterly failed to communicate that because he was way too interested in sucking her dick.

So yeah. Long post but, again, thank you @avaraydrake, because I've been trying to put this sentiment into words for a couple of years now and for some reason your tags gave me the perfect starting point.

#batgirl 2009 #batgirls #stephanie brown #dc comics #meta #batgirl 2009 critical #stephanie brown critical #red robin #nell little #batgirl #writing analysis #character analysis #red robin crossover #long post #image heavy #screenshots

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sunlightandstupidity · 1 year

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It's now been approximately five days seventeen hours and four minutes since I finished the great ace attorney chronicles as I'm writing this, and for that entire time nothing I've been able to do has been able to get it out of my head. Right now I'm laying here on my bedroom floor and I happen to be particularly stuck on the themes that are prevalent throughout the games, and how exactly they so meaningfully portray them. And man is it such a silly couple of games, full of fun vibrant characters and goofy hijinks, but truly it does know how to ultimately deliver the messages it wants to deliver and the ideas behind it all. Man am I feeling like these games have destroyed me.

The Great Ace Attorney is a duology of games about resolve first and foremost. That willingness to keep going even as everything falls down around you, that eternal struggle born from caring far too much to give up. It hurts so bad as Ryunosuke again and again fights tirelessly for the truth behind a case, beating back seemingly impossible odds and creating arguments from practically nothing, simply because he cares too much not to. He needs so desperately to understand the truth behind a situation, to get his clients of the hook as he feels they deserve.

The Great Ace Attorney is a game about the tireless search for the truth and the nuances behind every situation, the fact that any small fact is never too small to be relevant and that, at the end of the day, there is little more important than integrity in being honest to both yourself and to other people. Always Ryunosuke is never willing to settle for anything but the truth. Even as his client is freed he keeps digging, he brings to the surface and thoroughly scrutinizes every little piece of information, fighting until the bitter end where he's confident that he's uncovered the full truth of the situation, no matter how unpleasant it may be.

The Great Ace Attorney is a game about justice in every sense of the word, in all its countless interpretations. The game shows you character after character who does what they presume is just in their own different ways. And time and time again you ponder whether what these people are doing is true justice. You along with the characters ponder just what justice means, and whether it's worth the price it takes. You see characters who use the law as a means to enact what they view to be justice, you see characters taking justice up in their own hands and carrying it about personally to their own definitions, and you see characters who combine these two approaches in so many ways to define and carry out what they seem to be true and just in their own ways. It poses again and again the question of what justice is, what it means to be a lawyer and what your priorities should be working as one through its characters in a way that feels incredibly rewarding and true to who the characters are.

The Great Ace Attorney is a game about family and support systems, about the strength that comes from having an unwavering presence by your side, people behind you who you know, despite what grievances you carry with them, will be there for you time and time again when things go awry, who would always grab a shovel (or spade, of course) and help without question to dig you out of whatever hole you found yourself in this time. It's about love and families of choice and how they mean just as much as any other kind of family, about how dynamics and relationships don't have to follow the typical outline to be important and meaningful, and all the different ways people can learn to appreciate and love the presence of other people and as a result become inspired to grow.

Maybe I've gone too deep into this. Maybe I've been thinking about it too much. But man do I feel like I could talk forever about all of these characters and the journeys they have and all the silly little bits and how everything in these games feels like it just falls into place. I love all the details and all the characters and just the pure level of love which seems to go into making these games. Ace attorney is such a goofy game series but it's so incredibly important. Who knew a game about gay lawyers would have some of the best characters I've ever met in any piece of media ever. And I feel like the great ace attorney is truly the pinnacle of that, in a way. Man. I love these games. Play them.

#tgaa #the great ace attorney #the great ace attorney chronicles #dgs #dai gyakuten saiban #i love these games can you tell #i only end up wishing there was more #maybe ill write some stuff #im definitely going to write some stuff

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Man after reading the previous ask i just wanted to commiserate a bit.

Even though lukerosa is my otp since launch, i’ve always been most charmed by artem, who was so awkward and sincere and sweet. I adore how supportive artem and rosa have been of each other from the very beginning and in any version of events i like to imagine that they grow to become close friends and partners-in-crime-fighting. Their immense mutual respect and admiration is just a great foundation for a relationship.

Now, I have more of an attachment to the pre-1st anniv cards because i’m a sucker for mutual pining, but i’ve enjoyed the post-anniv cards too because it felt like a natural progression of their relationship. To find out that the writing quality for artem’s stories eventually gets worse and worse is very disheartening. When the writing starts out amazing but becomes terrible later on, it is always worse because it feels like a betrayal.

I’m going to keep playing ToT especially since he’s not my only fave, but I really hope the writing gets better again, artem deserves only the best, most tightly-written, and consistent characterisation. And I hope even more that his soon-to-be-announced 3rd anniv card is good — if it can redeem the previous bad cards… well that’s the dream.

Thank you for reading! I hope you’re having fun despite all this :)

so i was going to answer my asks in the morning (it's been a long day for me!) but this ask was literally the sweetest thing i have ever read, i had to respond asap ;_;

as a fellow lukerosa enjoyer (their interactions are always such a treat!!! they're the best genre of childhood friends to lovers due to that eight year time skip and the draaaama that comes with it. i still think about luke's personal story 4 to this day i SWEARRRR), genuinely thank you for the kind words, it really means a lot!! 😭😭

i totally agree with your thoughts on artem's earlier cards, you took the words right out of my mouth :,,) we're also on the exact same wavelength of the pre-1st anniversary cards - they're my absolute most cherished favorites. entwined fate, lost gold, sickness and in health, skadi, railroad, first birthday, aaaa..... some of my absolute favorites.. the original personal stories 1-4 are my favorites across the board too (my favorites definitely being artem's and luke's !!)

gosh yeah i think that's why i'm so upset! i genuinely and truly adore artem as a character, and i adore his older cards. this is to the point where i used all of my saved s-chips on the previous select-an-ssr banner to get his railroad card instead of his second anniversary card!!

to make it even more baffling, i haven't noticed a quality drop like this in the other boys?! if anyone reading is a fan of the other three, feel free to correct me if i'm wrong, but luke, marius, and vyn's cards all stay very consistent personality and plot wise imo. i can't help but wonder if something happened to artem's writing team?? the writing literally feels so different, i can't explain it. it's like. a lack of understanding of his charm. they dont understand why people liked him, or any of the more nuanced aspects to his character and his dynamic with rosa.

i miss them being Best Partners with artem's dry sense of humor and rosa cheering him on over the most mundane of a shit (like posing against a wall HAHA) and them taking their time and artem opening up and becomimg genuine friends who make jokes and tease each other and the strong mutual respect and consent and ;-;;; sniff

and aw thank you for the kind words!!!! i hope you're having fun too!! wishing for an absolutely touching card for lukerosa as well :) <3 year three has fantastic potential for some prime hurt/comfort angst and fluff for those two!!

#asks #eastrum #i do have fun!! recently i've been getting more into reading marius and luke's cards!#tears of themis #I HOPE YOU HAVE A LOVELY DAY!!!!!!!!!!! ;v; <3 <3

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childofaura · 1 year

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I know that you don’t have a high opinion on Chrom but what are your thoughts on his Resplendent?

And while we are it, any thoughts on Lucina’s Resplendent (the fairy one that has her drawn like a child)?

You know, I do feel a little bad so I have to clarify:

I may whine about Chrom too much, but he’s honestly not as bad as I make him out to be. I’m just a tad tired of the over-saturation of Chrom. But honestly he’s not the worst character. And I’ve said it before but Chrom fans come up with the funniest nicknames in FEH.

So let’s get into the Resplendents:

For what it’s worth, I like Chrom’s Muspell incorporation. I feel like it could maybe use a tad bit more armor though? And also the scale chainmail’s a bit too long. But I get it, they’re following the original layout of Chrom’s outfit. Which… honestly Chrom’s outfit is a bit of a mess, those weird boots, the one bare arm and the other in a sleeve, this boy is a walking fashion disaster, lmao. But he’s the FANS’ fashion disaster. The cape, feathers, and armored gloves are perfect.

And I’ve already talked about PenekoR, long story short love their art, dynamic posing and amazing expressions, they need to stop being afraid to draw noses, yadda yadda.

Honestly I’m mixed on Muspell being picked for Chrom. On the one hand, Askr is too predictable, but it’s the better fitting choice since the Order of Heroes parallels the Shepherds. On the other hand, Muspell really doesn’t feel like it’s a good pick for Chrom’s personality. But on my third hand, Muspell aesthetic really goes well with Chrom. So overall I can’t give a straight answer for fitting choice.

I’d say Chrom’s a comfortable 8/10. Not bad at all.

Now… ugh… Lucina:

Full disclaimer that yes, I’m aware that Himukai Yuji is a lolicon-drawing creep. We’re just gonna be reviewing the art. And also, with that being said, I don’t judge or dislike or blame anyone who like’s Yuji’s art in FEH. The FEH art is entirely separate from the personal art, so no bullying anyone who does like their art.

So incorporation is actually pretty bad. And no I’m not saying this as a bias against Yuji because let me explain: Lucina’s outfit still wholly looks like it’s made out of cloth, not petals and leaves like other Resplendents do. We could have had more of like a glowing nightflower look (something akin to the Silent Princess from Breath of the Wild), but nah the artis decided that you can split the ends of the garment and call it a day. It also took me a moment to realize those butterflies slapped on were her shoulder pauldrons, there was no effort to make them look like they fit as adornments.

The ONE thing I will grudgingly give Yuji’s art is that their coloring style is very vivid and distinct, and it looks nice. And posework seems to be ok. And that’s it, because they fucked up big time drawing Lucina and making her look like a fucking baby. And considering what the artist gets their rocks off to, it grossly makes sense now.

The sad thing is that yes, a Ljosalfheim Resplendent is perfect for Lucina. She’s a Princess who was forced into a world of despair, the opportunity for her to live a fairytale life is lost. So for her to be a dream princess that fights nightmares is super fitting. It’s just that this Resplendent was bungled in every possible way. There’s a few fixes I’ve seen with an image search that try to do fixes, but they mess up by not fixing the outfit cloth program and they also make Lucina’s chest too big when she’s canonically flat-chested (and don’t take away the little flat chest rep that I have ):< )

Without a doubt, Resplendent Lucina is a 5/10. She deserved better.

#Fire Emblem Heroes #FEH #ask game

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trulyinspiringmovies · 1 year

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Puss In Boots: The Last Wish

“Puss In Boots: The Last Wish” is a movie that was getting amazing reviews, and after watching it, I liked it but didn’t love it as everyone else did.

Puss In Boots has always lived a carefree life and enjoyed being a legend. When he dies for the eighth time, he’s informed that he only has one life left. After an intense run-in with someone he thinks is a bounty hunter, Puss runs off to find The Wishing Star to try and get his lives back. The only problem is that a few other people are looking for The Wishing Star too.

I was already going to watch this movie since I was looking for an excuse to review the “Shrek” franchise, but when I heard this movie was getting rave reviews, I knew I had to check it out. After watching the movie, I thought it was great! I loved a lot about it, but I don’t see why everyone is calling this the best DreamWorks movie of all time. So, right off the bat, when I first watched the trailers for this movie, I immediately noticed that the animation style and frame rate were similar to “Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse”. I love this new style of animation, but I fear that if too many movies use it, it’s not going to be something special for “Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse” anymore. I mean, DreamWorks already did a similar style with their “The Bad Guys” movie. Still, I think it works well because of how dynamic the fight sequences were. Animating on twos really gives you that extra frame to soak in the cool action poses during each fight scene. I also like it thematically because it was stated that the decision was made for it to resemble storybook illustrations. One of my criticisms of the last “Puss In Boots” movie was how uninspired the storybook characters were. I’m happy to say that in this movie, all of the characters were utilized creatively. I love Florence Pugh in anything she’s in and she’s fantastic as Goldilocks. I wish there was a bit more time to dive into her character because her motivation seemed a little weak. Like, I get that she wants to find her real parents, but I think it would’ve been more powerful to see her want that throughout the whole movie rather than it being revealed near the very end. Maybe have her haunted by vague images of her parents throughout the movie so that we know she has this obsession that blinds her from seeing that her real family was the bears all along. Jack Horner was a nursery rhyme I didn’t know about. The only reference to it I knew was that one Graybles episode of “Adventure Time”. I thought the character was funny at times, but not all the time. I also think that John Mulaney’s voice didn’t match the character super well. I wish he had changed his voice up a little, but that’s a nitpick. The stand-out character had to be Death. He genuinely looks terrifying and I’m not saying “for a kids’ movie”. He is just terrifying. Plain and simple. He switches from teasing, yet calculated, to a feral monster on the drop of a dime. I love his aesthetic so much. His creepy whistling is such a great inclusion as well. I know that if I ever heard that whistling in the middle of a dark forest, I would crap my pants. His introduction was genuinely unnerving as well. The way he throws Puss off his game was masterfully done. It immediately made me understand why Puss ran away from a fight for the first time. I just wish he was in the movie more. It seemed like Death was just an afterthought. I get that he’s always supposed to be looming, but a character like that deserves more screen time. Instead of splitting screen time with a bunch of underdeveloped characters, I would’ve much preferred to have Death be the only antagonist and explore him much more. I had so many questions about him like: How does he work in the “Shrek” universe? We’ve seen a lot of characters die in the Shrek universe like King Harold. Was Death there to pick him up? A lot of interpretations of Death have it so that he can’t interfere with or kill the victim, only pick up the soul after death. Why is this Death allowed to fight Puss head-on? More exploration of this character would’ve satisfied these thoughts. The dog, Perrito, got on my nerves a bit. I know a lot of people said they thought the dog was going to annoy them, but was just the right amount. I disagree. He felt too one-note for me. I know he’s supposed to be relentlessly optimistic to combat everyone’s cynicism, but he’s still a one-note character at the end of the day. Also, I saw a lot of people write about how sad it was that he couldn’t grasp how sad his backstory was. Personally, I think if it’s not bothering him, then it’s not as tragic. Still, I enjoyed how this movie tastefully tied back to the other “Shrek” characters. I loved seeing Gingy, Pinocchio, and even Shrek and Donkey. I know people were complaining about the ending and how the Far Far Away tease makes it so that this movie doesn’t stand on its own. Personally, I think it was a great ending. Now that I know these filmmakers can make something of this caliber, it’s exciting to think about how they can apply it to “Shrek” himself. It’s also exciting to just get teased about new “Shrek” content after so many years. These “Puss In Boots” movies are, by nature, spin-off movies, which means they don’t stand on their own. They’re built off of the framework of another movie, which means they’re connected. I get wanting a movie this good to be its own thing, but that doesn’t mean any connective tissues are a bad thing. All in all, I had a ton of fun with this movie, but I didn’t think it was the masterpiece everyone says it was. It’s still definitely worth the watch.

★★★★

Watched on January 11th, 2023

#Puss In Boots: The Last Wish #December #2022 #Action #Comedy #Adventure #Family #Fantasy #Animation #PG #Joel Crawford #January 2023 #4 stars

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Mikami for the Bingo sheet

Ah, anon, surely you know what you know what you've gotten yourself into?

This man IS my Death Note Blorbo

There's a sort of tragedy in him. A man who peaked at the age of like 10, his mother died when he was young, he's been bullied so many times, his reasoning and internalized morals and personal growth halted because his parental figure died and everything happened to coincidentally fit his worldview

He believes he's god's poor little meow meow, as if everything in his life was the will of god, divine intervention

Example of a very hopeful will to defend and protect the innocent twisting into the will and conviction to prosecute. Being the justice (protecting those who cannot protect themselves) vs being the justice (passing judgement on the wicked)

He's got Light/Kira's idea of the world and justice pumped up higher somehow probably because he's lives a little longer to have harder and harder stances. To an extent he believes people have the capacity to change but the older you get the more reprehensible you are and the more that death is the only option to save the world around those (bad) people. He's got the worst black and white morality

He's got whatever the opposite of a god complex is. He *wants* to prove himself as his God's most devoted believer, his loyal servant. He's capable and loyal but he's also smart and manipulative. He carefully orchestrated his tv appearances and the way he spoke so Kira would choose him as his right hand. Light *knows* he's lucky this man is devoted to him, because with how startingly similar he is to Light and how manipulative he is, if he changed his mind on all this or decided Kira was a blaspheme he could topple him. It's probably a reason why Light forbid him to figure out his name (because with everyone else who knew his name, women namely, he planned to orchestrate their death/kill them once they were no longer useful or got caught, no matter how devoted they were), in addition to the fact that Mikami is like *the guy* you would want as a right hand. Can pose a threat, yes, but if he's every bit capable and like you AND is successfully devoted to you for life he's such an asset

I want to wife him. I want to comb his hair and hug him around the back of his neck and give him praise. I want him to take care of me, I want to tuck him in bed and take care of him

He's the most methodical man ever, managed to make the structure past high school and stick to it every day of his life. He goes to the gym on the reg and would protect god in a fist fight and win (you heard me), but considering the time range he started doing this it's a possibility he might have planned for

His hair is long and beautiful and the other characters should take notes (except for Near because Nate River age 27 has beautiful beautiful perfect hair). Nay, it should be even longer. He deserves it!

He's the poster example of why black and white morality is bad and his existence in the story is so INTERESTING but also I wanna kiss him on the mouth so badly

If L is Light’s foil and part of the reason their dynamic is interesting is how different they seem but how similar they really are, finding someone who knows you in a way that's scary, then Mikami is an example of how Light can get worse but also exists to INFLATE his ego (in contrast to L, who tries to break it down). To find someone so like you, someone who thinks like you who knows what you want before you do, someone who also perfectly curates their social life and looks to seem like a normal person with a strong sense of justice, someone who is simultaneously like you but also everything you've ever wanted in a partner (of any kind)

I want great things for him but I also want to punch him in the face and give him a rude awakening and force him to think and grow

He's messed up, he's a serial killer, he's neurodivergent, he's pretty, he's got an obsession with religious imagery that rivals Light Yagami's I love him💖

#I have a lot to say about him but this is probably enough #I didn't mark the fanon square because as far as I've gathered fanon does him so dirty most of the time #Also forgot to mention that I'm literally so sad he was introduced as close to the end as he was because gah he and Light and Takada really #were the dream team. the most capable and intelligent Kira team #mikami teru #death note #ask game #so many thoughts so many thoughts

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hi! can I get a star wars match up if youre still doing them?

Im a virgo sun, sagittarius moon and gemini rising, and an infp 9w1.

generally Im pretty shy and anxious, I will open up eventually but it takes a while. I do get overwhelmed sometimes and can be a little emotional. while I am introverted I do like hanging out with people and trying new things sometimes. I like helping people but I can be a bit of a pushover. I enjoy cooking, digital art, listening to music and napping.

I use he/him pronouns. my style is more alternative, Im 5'10" and Ive got piercings and tattoos and am always looking for more lol

🦫 NOW LET ME EXPLAIN. Alt s/o w Mando? That’s like so iconic imo.

Other than that. I headcanon Din to have a Capri sun…with ur Virgo moon? That’s literally a soulmate match!!! Every single match I’ve ever seen, Capri x Virgo have always pulled thru!!! I feel like you could develop your relationship w Mando to a point where mf poses some way and you know just by staring at him what he’s thinking. Silent telepathic communication and he’s not even a jedi LMFAO.

I feel like you’d really have to be comfortable with complete silence when dating Din. It’s practically a given. ALSO GROGU HAS TO LOVE U!!! LIKE GROGU HAS TO AT LEAST TOLERATE U (which will prolly b easy bc he’s an INFP too.) the fact that mando has been shown taking good care over grogu just makes me wonder abt how he will treat u (spoiler alert: it’s what u deserve pookie).

I feel like there may be issues w you being overwhelmed bc I feel like Din doesn’t get overwhelmed and when he does, he immediately resolves his emotions. Buuuut idk, I hc Din has a Pisces moon and while yes, Pisces r stereotyped to be melodramatic and all that and u might think “Mando’s not dramatic” he literally made his son chain armor and had a whole arc fighting himself bc he wanted Grogu to have fun at Jedi school. He’s very emotional in his own way. (It’s all that heavy repression). So w Din’s Pisces moon, he would just understand that. Like, he just gets you emotionally in a way not even Luke can. Add the fact that Din can read people very good and boom, your boyfriend always knows what’s going with you!!!

When u cook, Din and Grogu are your Guinea pigs for when u ever want them to taste a new recipe.

STOP!! Now imagine Din getting a tattoo with you? Or pointing at his signet and pointing at ur tattoos then pointing back at his signet then at ur tattoos? Let him have his moment.

Mando if you ever got his signet tattooed/got earrings/piercing accessories of his clan symbol.

Mando’s the confident introvert and you’re his dynamic anxious buddy who brought their drawing tablet :). Mando would ask u reluctantly if you could draw with him one afternoon and that is a core memory for Grogu. Watching Din silently contemplate what to draw before drawing a crudish Grogu? Yassss.

STOP. BECAUSE. MANDO. WOULD. ASK, THE E, ARMOR TO MAKE YOU SOMETHING SO SPECIFC YET IT WOULD RESONATE SO DEEPLY WITH YOu. I’m weak. I know I said he’s the confident introvert but the way this dude would waddle nervous to show you about like he’s a cancer sun….🤭

Very cute couple. I supprot it and I love it. (Now imagine Mando infodumping abt Mandalorian armor and culture to u when u ask him if he could show or explain u something new) also also I have an inkling Mando would wanna train you in hand to hand combat just in case. Overall? This couple is so cute Omg. I forgot to add the fact that Mando would 100% step in if people do try and treat you like a pushover. That Capri sun is NOT for show.

#star wars #din djarin #star wars matchup #star wars x reader

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robinnygrenart · 2 years

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Belated Jack Kirby-Tribute! Late Happy 105th! Don’t really feel he gets as much recognition as the Co-Creator of many characters among fans as he might deserve. Not as many talks about him as they do Stan Lee Yeah, due to his many apperances, everybody knows and loves Stan but he just did half of the work, maybe less. Sometimes, he just left the a note ”make them fight this guy” and Jack had to evolve the plot from there. With dynamic poses and impressive amount of details, Kirby drew many classic characters and designed big names like Fantastic Four, X-Men, Iron Man, Ant-Man and The Wasp, Thor and The Hulk and even the one that got to assemble them all as The Avengers in their first fight against Loki. Or design the first ever big Cosmic threath, Galactus, the planet-eater. And the nine realms of Asgard or the mysterious Negative Zone! Or introduce Black Panther, Marvel’s first black Superhero and the nation of Wakanda. Even back in the 40s when Stan Lee picked up lunch or refilled the ink, Jack together with Joe Simon were the ones that created Captain America AND the one to draw his return to the modern times. And during his time at DC, he created and wrote the New Gods who happens to involve Darkseid himself, who has the held the title of DC’s Big bad ever after and together with fellow New God Metron, the inspirations for Marvel’s Thanos. After that, he returned to Marvel and not really effected but created the lore of the origin of Marvel Universe with Eternals and Celestials, who had a hand in creating the universe itself and giving mankind the ability to develope superpowers. TL;DR fans of these characters and their stories have a lot to thank this man for . Open for Commissions! If you thought this was good, please leave a like, check out my other stuff and why not leave a comment. . #fanart #digitalart #jackkirby #jackkingkirby #theking #tribute #captainamerica #eternals #newgods #orion #mrmiracle #bigbarda #darkseid #hulk #thor #ikaris #xmen #cyclops #jeangrey #marvelgirl #fantasticfour #mrfantastic #invisiblewoman #invisiblegirl #antman #thewasp #antmanandthewasp #blackpanther (på/i Manhattan, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/CiAAceksT2R/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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How do you think Digimon Frontier might have gone if the Spirits of Steel, Wood, and Earth had been bequeathed to Ophanimon, the Spirits of Darkness and Water had been bequeathed to Seraphimon, the Spirits of Flame, Light, Ice, Wind, and Thunder had been bequeathed to Cherubimon, and the protagonists had been Katsuharu, Teppei, Chiaki, Teruo, and Koichi (with Kouji joining later)?

Sorry it took so long to answer this because I wanted to finish my rewatch of Frontier first but also because as fascinated as I am by their presence and the implications they were meant to play a bigger role in the story, ultimately, Katsuhara, Teppei, Chiaki, and Teruo don't really get much development.

Frankly, part of me cynically wants to say that the story would be almost identical because the character writing in Frontier was...... Not it's strong suit. But I feel like the question deserves a better answer than that. Also it got pretty long so putting the detailed answer under a cut.

Okay so in terms of basics, I think the spirits would be divied up like this:

Katsuharu - Earth

Teppei - Wood

Chiaki - Water

Teruo - Metal

I group them this way because I think it mirrors the dynamics the 4 of them had to the og 4 and to the digimon wielding the spirits. Katsuharu and Teppei mirror JP and Tommy with the bigger and more dominant one getting the Spirit that posed the bigger threat to the group, which was Earth as he was the first they faced.

Teruo gets metal because despite Katsuharu getting most of the screentime of the group, Teruo seemed to act as the group's face, making him mirror Takuya in that regard meaning he should wield Metal, who was essentially the leader.

Chiaki of course gets left with water because they're the girls. 🙃🙃🙃

Koichi being of sound mind the entire time is interesting though because while Kouji didn't know about Koichi, Koichi DID. So unlike literally anyone else, he enters the digital world with a purpose right off the bat which is to meet Kouji. I assume even in this version of the story he'd have seen Kouji take the elevator down to the digital world and seeing the Trailmon leaving, would have taken one himself in hopes of catching up to him, not realizing that Kouji was somehow left behind in the human world with his spirit getting trapped inside a digimon.

Another thing that fascinates me is the fact that the og 4 did not want to stay in the digital world at all, despite Ophanimon apparently manipulating events to prevent them from leaving which contrasts with Katsu & Gang apparently being too stubborn to leave even when she tried to shoo them out. This leads me to one of two possibilities: 1) Ophanimon kicked them out because they weren't chosen to wield spirits and they actually listened because they actually wanted to avoid danger 2) SOMETHING inspires the kids to stick around and be babysat by Angemon, learning about friendship in the process and trying to fight for the digital world despite their relative inability to actually contribute.

The only reason I even entertain the second as a possibility is because Katsuhara and Teppei make a remark about having grown past being bullies which implies that, despite what little detail we received about their time in the digital world, their time there HAS changed them and made them grow as people. And since the canon group went from wanting to leave to wanting to stay and defend the digital world, it's not a stretch to imagine whatever group Angemon was with experiences similar life changing events.

As for Kouji, presumably something would happen to him between meeting Takuya in the elevator and boarding a Railmon which would cause Cherubimon to take advantage of him and trap him in a corrupted version of Lobomon. Given that Koichi knew of his existence and was desperate to know him and was STILL difficult to purify, it would probably be even harder to purify Kouji. However, given that Koichi was searching for him from the start, I imagine Cherubimon would actually try and use this against him.

Since Koichi is slightly more sociable than Kouji, I imagine he might join up with Katsu and pals from the start as opposed to keeping his distance. However since they are a more stubborn group than the og digidestined, they would probably be wary of Cherubimon's claims of Kouji being the true identity of Corrupted!Lobomon. I imagine this would probably lead to some friction as they would try to take him down without remorse while Koichi would want to protect his brother even while corrupted.

In fact, in contrast to Koichi's purification, which required Kouji to beat him down enough to regain consciousness, I imagine Kouji's purification might require the opposite: defending him even while trying to consistently kill him and even at the behest of his own companions, causing Kouji to snap out of Cherubimon's control and realize that Koichi's being honest about their relation.

I think that's all the ideas I have about it, at least for now. I've definitely thought about things like this before but I think to write more would require me taking some creative liberties with canon and at that point I would basically be writing an entire fic. Not that I'm opposed to it, just that I don't want to right now lol. I hope whoever asked this sees my response, sorry again that it took so long, lol.

#digimon frontier #digimon #shut up zordon #frontier au

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bonefries · 3 years

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I rate Sigma Overwatch’s sprays from 0-10

alright lets go, just going in the order that these files come in this folder

1000/10: Because I get to see him sitting and even though he’s thinking hard about something he’s throwing a bouncy ball to help him focus. Also his hair is particularly white here and I think thats very sexy old man of him.

50/10: Catbox, Catboy, its all the same theory. Sigma likes catboys, not up for debate. We know why.

3/10: Just not fond of it. I know the sprays and their rendering gets super obscured but this one just got absolutely decimated I guess. Just being real with yall.

10/10: Like the shading colors, he’s smirking. Rock vaguely looks like a heart. Love that for him.

6/10: I just don’t like how the hat was drawn. I don’t think it needed to be there or could’ve been shaped better. Other than that decent spray. Wish he was happier looking though.

9/10: I have this spray as a sticker and its just very cute fsr. Its simple and the color is exquisite and nice on the eyes.

100000000000/10: There is something mysteriously and eerily sexy about this spray and it’s one of my favorites.

2/10: Just because he is my husband doesn’t mean I’m not going to be an honest man. I Highly Dislike this spray because I think the art style is unappealing af. It’s just a personal preference, I hate all of the sprays that come in this style. i didnt realize how long this post was going to be so im doing the rest under the cut to spare everyone else’s life:

9/10: Solid rating with no goofing. While I take up some issues with some of the expressions in his other sprays showing pain, there is something about the composition of this one that I absolutely love. Its very aesthetic for me, speaks to his character, and the colors are beautiful. Wish his eyes were his usual periwinkle though which is why this isn’t receiving a perfect score.

5/10: Not really sure what it is about this one that I’m not so fond of. I can appreciate the colors and his profile. But other than that theres something visually here that I don’t find appealing. Not sure what it is.

8/10: Decent rating, its nothing crazy. Since reference and has nice colors but thats about all my critique for this one.

11/10: Lovely hand, lovely gesture. Wanna squish the bean pads. Nice colors.

6/10: This one is actually one of my favorites despite the rating not being solid. Only because while I love the colors and the concept, the idea of it makes me sad. The idea that it reflects Sieb’s trauma makes me sad, despite it being a rational depiction of such.

50000000/10: love little christmas charm sieb, hope he gets a skin of this outfit some day. Hes so cute. Happy smiles thats all I want. I could kiss him.

3/10: CONTRARY TO POPULAR BELIEF I’M NOT ACTUALLY SUPER ABOUT THIS SPRAY. WHY? Because I’m being nitpicky and I want him receptors on the sides to be THE TEAL THAT THEY ARE. Not GREEN.

5/10: I feel like halfway rating with this one is fair. I like to imagine that thats Sieb’s hand writing and that makes me happy. But this spray is hard to look at for long periods of time because this kind of text squish is hurtful on my eyes.

9/10: I actually hate this skin but fsr the spray makes it incredibly sexy. It actually got sexier the second time (this time) that I looked at it. Good for him.

6/10: Reasons for this rating, while I love the pose and intimidation this spray is posing, I also get sad to see Sieb’s strained expressions. I think his powers do have limits and they do effect him depending. And seeing all this big ass heavy equipment on him gives me conflicted feelings. He has a lot to carry, and he’s just lucky he has gravity powers to help. (I mean this metaphorically and literally.)

7/10: I love the art and concept on this one. He’s just so grumpy looking is all. My poor boy.

9/10: He’s 7 ft tall and it shows and I am here for it.

9/10: Remember when I said I was conflicted about seeing all that equiptment on him? Well its true, but I’m just going full thirst on this spray to say look at how fucking massive this man is. I want him to grab me with those hands and pitch me like a baseball.

4/10: The pained expression in this along with the concept of it (as well as connection once again to his trauma) unsettles me and makes me feel the brain hurting juice. Nothing further.

1000000000000000000/10: This is one of my favorite sprays because its just casual work setting and gives me more insight on his lab uniform. His hair here also gets me barking like a rabid chihuahua.

10/10: This gets a solid rating for A) Lab Coat Outfit and B) Seeing him again with the help of an object to stim while he thinks. (The squeeze ball)

10/10: I cant not give halloween Sieb a solid score. I think this is adorable, but I don’t believe it’s Sieb as a kid. I think it’s just a child dressed up like him with no attachment to lore or anything. But its still very cute.

100/10: I love the pixel sprays so much, simple and cute.

6/10: I’m really not too crazy about the pose for the dragon spray. I feel like they could’ve done something a little more dynamic especially given he has gravity powers. But alas.

9/10: This spray is on the same level as the apple head spray from earlier on in the post. Congrats if you’ve made it this far btw. But I love the soft expression on the left being challenged with the frightened/frustrated one on the right.

0/10: I am not fond of this spray because of how much pain he appears to be in along with the implications all the junk flying around him has. Upsets me.

50/10: I don’t care about the fish onions I just care about looking at my husbands huge ass arms and seeing him enjoy a smelly fish treat. Its what he deserves. Also what that mouth do.

10/10: Solid perfect score because I have strong emotions about Van Gogh. And I think the interest between Siebren and Van Gogh, especially as two men who were/are fighting with mental illness speaks volumes about Sieb’s character. This spray makes me feel something in my chest that I can’t whole heartedly explain, but it isn’t a bad thing.

10/10: Another perfect score, because I think this spray is a good mixture of Sieb’s character between the musical elements and his scientific work. He’s also smiling which is rare to find in his sprays.

544386238043723507435742634387236804307403857435748035474803548744307384385740385748037408357438570480bark bark barK BARK /10: sexiest image in the entire game of overwatch nobody @ me i dont take constructive criticism

#this is a half serious half shit post post #siebren de kuiper #sigma overwatch #sigma #ita speaks #i have spoken

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magstorrn · 2 years

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ok i am desperately trying to remember as much as i can from sonic 2 (will be seeing it again in a couple days) but a few things that i loved/noticed

- i know that a few people were worried (including me) about them leaning too heavily toward the superhero angle with the whole blue justice thing, but that was mercifully really short and was just a way of showing how sonic was being overly reckless/arrogant! and it was nice to see them showing that side of him too

- i just have to say. the winter soldier line WAS annoying, but that fucking pay off?? the whole ‘bucky saves steve’ thing but with knuckes and sonic?? hello? IM LOSING IT

- unfortunately i found jim carrey insufferable in this movie but my guy deserves credit for giving 200%

- i didn’t find the movie particularly funny at any point and in fact there were many bits i found just unbelievably cringe (the siberian dance off, for one - uptown funk is so old now?? the adventure pose maybe JUST saves it). i mean... did we really need a flossing reference in both movies

- but that negative stuff aside, this was just so clearly a movie by fans for fans and i honestly think that’s why critics dont like it. the audience of this film is either a) sonic fans or b) kids and there is no in-between

- on that note!! i was LIVING for the interactions between tails + knuckles + sonic, it’s such a blessed dynamic and i loved how they all got to individually play off each other.

- there were so many facets to knuckles too - his gullibility, his vulnerability, his longing for a family, his strength and honour, his ruthlessness... like they allowed him to be a bit dumb and clueless without making him a complete joke which i adored

- knuckles and sonic bonding over their difficult pasts and sonic not blaming knuckles for longclaw’s death was really nice? like sonic really didn’t want to fight him. and BABY KNUCKLES. knuckles’ dad! ken penders is losing his shit

- this movie was just so deeply and unashamedly earnest (even with the power of friendship stuff and emphasis on family!!) that i couldnt help but smile through most of it.

- oh man, i just. all the clever references to the games?? the sonic 06 reference! the unleashed reference! even the thing with the chilli dog falling from the sky felt like a black knight reference!!

- seriously was losing my fucking MIND during the super sonic scene. it just encapsulated for me how long it feels since ive seen a movie like this that gives the fans what they want! I mean?? the chaos emeralds?? sonic’s design including the floating quills and the red eyes?? he looked soOOOO COOL

- knuckles talking about ice cream DID NOT DISAPPOINT. i really didnt expect them all to be just hanging out together at the end but that fucken killed me man

- GUN!!!

- TONED DOWN OLIVE GARDEN REFERENCES THANK YOU

- the human characters 100% got shafted but uhhh. i didnt mind it all that much?? and there was that huge moment with maddie and tom accepting sonic as their son and sonic talking tom dad like,.. that’s pretty important

- colleen was soooo good she just seamlessly slotted in and it was so nice to hear her voice throughout!!

- i loved seeing how the bits in the trailers were chopped and changed and moved out of context, it was cool to see how everything actually slotted together in the movie

- it was interestng how they’ve made it so the chaos emeralds are components of the master emerald rather than a separate thing? to the point where super sonic was said to have absorbed the power of the master emerald rather than the chaos emeralds... but its nbd tbh

- SHADOW SHADOW SHADOW!!!!! SHadoW!! he looked so good - if anything it looked like the red fur around his eyes was more obvious? he also looked kinda sad : ‘( i cannot wait to see his final design! so i assume the next movie is going to be pretty much just sa2 with a few changes? it doesnt really surprise me - shadow is just way too popular, and it felt like it was foreshadowed by the sa-2 on the gun helicopter. i like to think this means amy will be introduced too!

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic movie 2 #sonic movie 2 spoilers #sonic movie spoilers

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