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humongouszipperwobblerturtle · 7 months

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It's been few weeks or months that i have been obsessed witha idea about a mdzs x svsss crossover where after sj death in svsss he reborn as female wwx twin sister.

Sj kinda remember his past life but slowly means that he remembers that he shouldn't be this small and this isn't his world but couldn't put his finger on it.

Anyway he got reborn as a female and was quite happy cuz of his past life so *she* was more happy here but not as chaotic as wwx.

Her name is wei xing/wei wuyan( i saw it in a video on YouTube so hope i didn't offend you)

Wcz choose her name since his other daughter name already chosen by his lovely evil wife( baby seriously a-se) so he named her xing as in prosper,and wuyan i don't know what it means but thought it would suit her.

She was really happy cuz not only she didn't have that cursed name and actually has a real birth name not a number but a real name with a loving family she was really happy so much that she couldn't believe it

This peace ended with that faithful nighthunt after getting kicked out of inn wwy went to seach for them with wwx and find their corpses wwx Burst in to tears and keep promising to be a good girl and listen to them wwy tried hard not to but was unsuccessful cuz wei couple were the first adult who treat him kindly in his both lives not with pity not with underhand motivation nor were they expecting anything in return,they gave her a life she always wanted a name with them she understood the meaning of love and family so he cried, cried like child he was they cried for a few hours then begin to bury their parents and since wwy could read and write from her past life she manege to write their names so they could visit them.

After that wwy and wwx to always protect each other and stayed side by side in everything. Wwy might be smart but wwx was sturdier than her sister so they have to be in tune with each other to survive.it wasn't that hard wwx might be a child but she learn really quickly and unlikely yqy ,wwx trusted wwy this made wwy to be both proud and emotional since she never had someone like that in her past life so she became even more overprotective of wwx . And since wwx wasn't alone she didn't have that much fear from dogs but they still made her uncomfortable and made her flinch her sister was always there to protect and teach her and she protect here in her own way .

She knew her sister was little too smart for her age but she didn't find anything wrong if anything it made her happy that if anything happens to her her sister is smart enough to protect herself so to not be a burden she listened to her all time except maybe sometime when she scolded her for sharing her food with other beggars but she couldn't help it she was kind like that and always smiled that made wwy soft and so hard to be mad at.

After few years jfm found them wwy distrust him cuz he kept reminding her of yqy but for her sister she would do anything so she didn't put much of a fight.

After reaching lotus pier and meeting madam yu who was so angry and utter thousands of insult about their parents wwy couldn't take it anymore and spit as much venom at her so much that made jfm to lose his balance wwx tried to shut her up cuz she was afraid that the madam would hurt her and yes almost did by brandishing zidan on her if jfm hadn't stop her . After lots of arguing and fighting neither parties apologized .

After jfm finding out aboout wwx condition aboout dogs he sended them away. jc was angry so he lash out and wwy lash out in return but not only that she bring up her parents, about what a failure of couple they are and with everything like money and status they still aren't happy and how his mom jealous of a dead woman who had nothing but was always happy unlike her.

Jc brust to tears after hearing this jyl chose that moment to come and said what was wwy said was out of line and should apologize but wwy said your mother hadn't spare a though about us losing our parents and still speak ill of in front of us she just returning the favor in kind to see how does it feel hear your parents get badmouth and you could do nothing about it .

Well this as much i could think.i would be really happy if someone could make a fic out of this or something close.

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piosplayhouse · 2 years

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The mentions of protagonism in that Jiang Cheng meta post really got me thinking about just how hard scum villain works to push you out of and, in typical sv fashion, make fun of analysis that defaults to assigning morality based on a character's role as the protagonist or antagonist.

I mean, it spells out its subversion directly in the title: shen qingqiu, protagonist of scum villain, is the scum villain. And therefore, luo binghe, the one who ultimately kills him, is the hero. And shen yuan DRILLS this into the reader constantly-- binghe is the protagonist, so everything he does is justified, ESPECIALLY taking revenge on the antagonist. For as much as the story is about shen yuan trying to change his fate, he's blind to the fact that any of his actions could ever change the role he's been given in this life, as the unjustified, antagonistic scum villain. Everything he does is ultimately bad because he's the villain, everything binghe does is ultimately good because he's the protagonist! Simple!

Except it's not, because the reader can see sqq being kind to his disciples, binghe forcefeeding sqq demon blood. Their actions are so visibly contradictory to the roles sqq has assigned to them that it becomes comedic- and it's with this that scum villain introduces you to shen jiu: the true scum villain, a beaten and abused child, made bitter by being abandoned and determined to work his way up to the top to take revenge on all who wronged him. A character that even shen yuan, who hated him with such obsessive vitriol, couldn't help but feel deeply sorry for. That's because in the end, shen jiu is a parallel to binghe: the antagonist is the same as the protagonist, the protagonist is the same as the antagonist. They're both complicatedly, inexplicably, human characters.

#clarification that when i refer to binghe as good i really mean justified #i dont think sqq excuses all of his actions as morally righteous by any standards at all; but i do think he sees them as deserved #also not really related but i dont want to spam post lol i think its funny going into sv with the knowledge that its a #teacher/student relationship probably makes you think sqq's going to be a lecher or something and then you get into the book and hes like #tearing into sj because he thinks he was creeping on nyy; respectful to the hypersexualized female characters; genuinely just #wants the best for his students. shen yuan i love you #long post #scumbag self saving system #svsss #shen qingqiu #sqq #shen yuan #svsss meta #luo binghe #lbh #scum villain's self saving system

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mxtxfanatic · 4 months

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You know what I find frustrating with Shen Jiu fans sometimes ? Just because he had reasons and maybe didn't do other things he was accused of, it feels like that either justify his behavior towards Binghe and/meant it wasn't that bad when he was so abusive ?

Shen Yuan discovers that he had reasons and a tragic backstory and never once does he try to justify his abuse, he is very much "cool backstory still hurting a child who did nothing wrong" and he has so much of this that he makes the choice for Binghe and assumes he wouldn't forgive him either for that and the abyss (when it's not his choice to make).

I wouldn’t mind people discussing the complexity of Shen Jiu if it did not come paired with the need to absolve him of his shitty personality. Shen Jiu is a serial abuser who did 100% of the things he was accused of with only some of those things having a secret intent that others didn’t know about. He does go to brothels but people just didn’t know why, he is antagonistic and physically violent towards Liu Qingge because of an imagined slight, and he has abused multiple children outside of Luo Binghe out of jealousy, so much so that many left the sect before Luo Binghe became the newest target. People trying to excuse his worst behavior because a few of his lesser actions had not-bad motivations is nonsensical, since the reason why people won’t side with him to begin with is because of his toxic personality.

A great example of just how much Shen Jiu made his own bed is the Water Prison arc. Shen Jiu gets thrown into the water prison with no defenders (yqy defends him but not his actions) because with how maliciously he treated people, no one doubted that he would act maliciously in any situation. Shen Yuan, in the same situation accused of the same crimes, gets defended almost to the point of violence breaking out, making it so that he had to willingly relinquish himself to avoid a fight, because with how kindly he acted towards everyone, no one could believe that he’d either 1) kill an entire household or 2) do so without a good reason. Neither man chooses to justify their actions or deny the accusations in the face of the scrutiny, but one is immediately condemned while the other is given the benefit of the doubt. What a massive difference.

#anon #svsss asks #ok sj didn’t mean to kill lqg but the only reason people think he did #was because HE set their relationship up to be enemies #when lqg would have been his friend otherwise #sj was a child abuser so idk why anyone would give him benefit of the doubt #in relation to female students or brothel workers #dude was caustic to EVERYONE he met #why would anyone defend him?#it’s like someone telling you that the worst bully on the block #actually had some sad home life as a child #like ok? cool but that childhood was 20 years ago and they’re assaulting someone RIGHT NOW #wtf that gotta do with me?#also love when it is accurately pointed out that sy does NOT condone sj’s behavior #he feels sympathy for the child sj once was but NOT for the man he became #fic writers should take note

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arojenniferwalters · 2 months

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Comic Book Movies by Female Directors (1995-2024) for International Women's Day 2024

Tank Girl (1995) Directed by Rachel Talalay

Josie and the Pussycats (2001) Co-Written & Co-Directed by Deborah Kaplan

Punisher: War Zone (2008) Directed by Lexi Alexander

Wonder Woman (2017) Directed by Patty Jenkins

Captain Marvel (2019) Co-Directed by Anna Boden Co-Written by Anna Boden & Geneva Robertson-Dworet; Story by Nicole Perlman & Meg LeFauve

Birds of Prey and the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn (2020) Directed by Cathy Yan Written by Christina Hodson

WW84 aka Wonder Woman 1984 (2020) Directed and Co-Written by Patty Jenkins

Black Widow (2021) Directed by Cate Shortland Story by Jac Schaeffer

Eternals (2022) Directed and Co-Written by Chloe Zhao

The Marvels (2023) Directed by Nia DaCosta Written by Nia DaCosta & Megan McDonnell & Elissa Karasik

Madame Web (2024) Directed by SJ Clarkson Co-Written by SJ Clarkson & Claire Parker

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giantgirlworld · 1 year

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by sJ-vv

#sJ-vv #asian giantess #giant woman #female giant #giantess

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noushienoushnoush · 8 months

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I recently watched Naruto the Bonds movie. I think I've seen it before? But remembered nothing of it and given that I've been in a rabbithole of sns content lately, I was curious as to how sns is portrayed in this movie given that, you know, the title and how the main poster for it is just Sasuke and Naruto, which is pretty different from the other movie posters.

And boy was it a journey. I was laughing my ass off the whole time. I keep thinking about the part where Sakura is going to head back to Konoha to warn people of what's going on Naruto says "oh yeah, me and Hinata will carry the mission" and i will protect her or wtvr he said but IMMEDIATELY FORGETS ABOUT HER??! (Not to mention how annoyed he was to have to go on this mission on the first place)

We don't see Hinata until like way later when she's captured along with the village people like plssss.. meanwhile as soon as Sasuke shows up, Naruto loses his shit and when Sasuke leaves the basement where the zero tails is (wth was up with the zero tails thing? It made no sense), Naruto just leaves this giant weapon of mass murder and crazy old dude who enabled it to run after Sasuke.

Oh and also at the end when they're falling down from the sky and Naruto says in the most affectionate voice "I feel him.." as Sasuke leaves (though of course they immediately change the focus to ooh! But Naruto can feel all his friends! How nice! Ans here's Jiraya saving them!!)

Like the creators of this movie were so all over the place but one thing they did get right is Naruto losing it whenever Sasuke is around. And of course his talk no jutsu about pain and loneliness.

#literally what just happened #i wanted to personally deliver each female character in this movie one big smack in the face #sj really told some creators: here is a budget now go make us more money it doesnt have to make sense #sasunaru #sns #naruto #naruto x sasuke #sasuke

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touchmycoat · 2 years

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mer!LQG noncon breeding, pt.1(??)

this is getting out of hand y'all....I'm a little tempted to call it a day and stop the fic here but my thirsty ass probably,, will,,,continue, ,

Rated E, 4.8k

CW: noncon, captivity, milking/breeding, graphic depictions of violence, **live feeding and cannibalism**

At first he felt the chains, the bands of metal that cuffed his tail to his arms and his arms to his back. They were difficult not to feel. He was also bound upright with his back to a wall where if he hung like a dead fish, his muscles would elongate and his joints would slowly pull out of alignment like rotting. So he bobbed, relieved somewhat for the water’s buoyancy as he kept himself afloat against what little give the chains allowed. Mostly he just felt humiliated. And angry. And wary.

A few days passed and anger turned to fury, wariness to dread. The water around him was contained but not stagnant, the oxygen levels never waning as his gills carefully pumped water. Yet there was no food, which meant either his captors intended to starve him to death or they knew he didn’t need to eat. Likely the latter, given the restraints. But there was no other sign of life—no disturbance in the water, no footsteps from an airbreather drumming through the walls.

A few weeks passed and he wondered who would do this and if they had died to some stupid consequence of their own making without telling anybody else about the mer they’d chained up in a tank. He wondered if it was Shen Qingqiu, some sick plan to get rid of him once and for all. Shen Qingqiu was the last mer he remembered seeing after the fever took him. Perhaps Shen Qingqiu had drugged him. Sold him off to the human connections they’d always suspected Shen Qingqiu of having.

Another few weeks, and he was going out of his mind. The water getting cycled meant he never tasted his own blood for long, and the magical nature of the cuffs—the way they grated off his scales, yes, but refused to cut his bones—suggested that this prolonged isolation was intentional. Whoever had him in captivity was icing him out, was torturing him, or just didn’t care and wanted an insane mer for entertainment for some fucking reason—

A few months passed and Liu Qingge couldn’t feel the cuffs anymore.

I don’t believe we’ve met.

The psychic amusement felt like a jet of boiling water on Liu Qingge’s mind, raw from isolation. He thought he must have roared, but had a hard time remembering what sensations felt like. He’d been hanging for a few days now, tail cramping and arm tendons overextending. When he jerked upright, his whole body felt snapped like a fish gut string.

A human floated in front of him, broad and calm. The human had legs clothed in layers of rich robes. The human was not struggling to breathe or stay underwater.

Something twinged, sharp and unpleasant, in Liu Qingge’s shoulder. He’d been straining to reach the human without thinking like some kind of brainless animal.

Who— It was difficult to remember how to communicate. Who are you?!

The human winced, exaggerated and pointed.

This Lord is Luo Binghe, and I should call you Liu-shishu.

Something beneath all the discombobulation in Liu Qingge’s gut, the fervent disbelief that this was real, plummeted. Then burned.

I am a disciple of Shen Qingqiu.

Shen Qingqiu… The name broke like waves on Liu Qingge’s mind. Shen Qingqiu put you up to this?!

You could say that. The laughter in the human’s eyes was genuine, and Liu Qingge wanted to cut his face off and eat through his brains. Not your Shen Qingqiu though. I ought to explain.

Then the human—Luo Binghe—was reaching out and taking Liu Qingge by the chin. A few months ago Liu Qingge would’ve bitten his entire hand off without a thought but now, the single point of touch felt more like air than anything Liu Qingge’s gills had managed to pump in the last handful of weeks. In fact, Liu Qingge was so wrapped up in the external sensation that it took him a moment to realize that Luo Binghe was speaking.

—parallel universes. How curious, isn’t it? And how fortuitous that I can simply find another Shen Qingqiu and finally get the ending that I deserve.

Liu Qingge had no idea what Luo Binghe was talking about. He glared hard into Luo Binghe’s eyes and found, annoyingly, some distant delight there. Like a pet fish had done a trick.

And what do I, Liu Qingge snarled, flashing rows of sharp teeth, have to do with you and Shen Qingqiu?

Nothing, Luo Binghe confessed, and Liu Qingge boiled with how easily he’d said that. In my world, Shen Qingqiu had killed you before anything of consequence. He was about to kill you again, you know. I took you from that cave and healed your fever.

Then you chained me up and left me here for months.

On months, a part of Liu Qingge’s psychic projection broke off like sandstone after a storm. A mockery of condolence danced across Luo Binghe’s brow.

It’ll be easier for you if you believe this Lord to be your savior, Luo Binghe laughed, giving Liu Qingge’s chin a little shake. Liu Qingge did snap teeth then, and Luo Binghe withdrew his touch. Be grateful, and be of service. No need to make this hard on yourself.

In the space of a breath Liu Qingge knew with certainty that Luo Binghe had broken creatures before. Had broken them and broken them in for use, had known exactly which creatures with what mangled thoughts stayed the most docile under his thumb. Liu Qingge also knew he would be torn to a thousand pieces before he ever became that sort of creature. He would sooner die than lose himself as this self-professed lord’s plaything.

And judging by the smirk on Luo Binghe’s face, he knew it too.

But as expected of the man who saw through my Shizun’s facade before anybody else. There was real applause in Luo Binghe’s tone, and Liu Qingge had no idea how a creature could come to be like Luo Binghe. No idea at all. The man so stubborn that Shen Qingqiu had to kill you first. You know, I’m almost sorry to do this to you.

Luo Binghe paused, waiting. Liu Qingge refused to give him what he was obviously waiting for.

…Well, I’m sure Liu-shishu understands. If anyone wants revenge against Shen Qingqiu, it’s—

Shen Qingqiu isn’t doing this, Liu Qingge interrupted, flat. You are.

Luo Binghe’s eyes were as dark and lightless as tar before he hummed one lone, placid note.

I suppose that’s true.

Then he reached out and touched, of all things, Liu Qingge’s abdomen. Once again Liu Qingge forgot to twist away, but the skimming touch was gone as soon as it came.

So you’re right. You don’t matter. There are tests I have to run and I need a mer to do so. Everybody thinks you’re dead so you’re perfect.

There was something of the ocean about Luo Binghe, Liu Qingge thought dimly, the raw and ruthless strength of her. It had been a long time since anything made Liu Qingge feel this unnervingly small and inconsequential.

I’m going to free myself, Liu Qingge swore, and I’m going to kill you.

But Luo Binghe was already swimming away.

Alright Liu-shishu. I’m looking forward to you trying.

The first drug came a day later, poured like a cup of wine from the hand of some indolent young lord. Liu Qingge’s head snapped up the moment he felt the disturbance in the water, but what was there to do? The eddies from the pour, only slightly more viscous than its saltwater bath, had already dissipated, and it would soak into Liu Qingge’s skin. Either it would induce its intended effect or it wouldn’t.

Maybe it wasn’t any drug at all, but just the litter of a drunk underling.

Maybe Luo Binghe would now jump in, experience a hitherto unknown, utterly lethal allergic reaction, and free Liu Qingge to help. And Liu Qingge would—he’d propel them both up to the surface, morph legs, and slit Luo Binghe’s throat.

But no other disturbances on the water surface came, and Liu Qingge was left alone again, angrily attributing the prickling beneath his skin to Luo Binghe’s drug and not at all to the well of unease growing in his core.

By that evening, he knew what the drug had done, and the moment Luo Binghe came within reach Liu Qingge was snapping forward with all his strength, fangs bared to tear Luo Binghe’s throat out.

He managed to taste blood, and then felt an impact down his head and back so strong that his vision went white for minutes. By the time he wrestled his consciousness back, there was metal stretching his mouth wide open and Luo Binghe had a hand on the torn tip of his tail.

Honestly, Liu-shishu, Luo Binghe tsked, squeezing the bone Liu Qingge had broken until Liu Qingge was pale and trembling. Was that at all necessary? All I did was push your biological instincts a little forward in time.

Liu Qingge had dislocated a shoulder as well but couldn’t get the angle to push it back into place. Luo Binghe’s smile was sharp and intentional as he got into Liu Qingge’s face. Liu Qingge’s jaw ached to bite and rend flesh, but the thing Luo Binghe had put into his mouth wouldn’t allow it.

Luo Binghe snapped the strap of the gag against Liu Qingge’s cheek, a mild sting that was somehow more humiliating than everything Luo Binghe had done so far.

If you’re going to be this sensitive about the very first experiment, that doesn’t bode well for the rest. Take my advice, why don’t you? You’ll be much happier if you just relaxed.

Liu Qingge worked his jaw so hard that metal creaked and he tasted blood. Luo Binghe’s grin widened.

You are, he laughed, placing his palm flat on Liu Qingge’s scales, right over Liu Qingge’s uncomfortably swollen abdomen, incredibly entertaining.

Then he pushed down with the heel of his palm, exerting more and more steady pressure until something inside Liu Qingge’s body gave.

This Lord didn’t expect to be so entertained.

Between some of his smallest scales around the center of his tail, fevered skin split around a natural opening. Luo Binghe pushed until milt rushed out, ropes of white that disseminated into the water in tiny, floating specks. Luo Binghe pushed until the stuffiness that his drug had built up inside Liu Qingge’s stomach eased, loosened like a soaked sponge, and finally went away.

There we go, Luo Binghe murmured. His hand was still on Liu Qingge’s stomach like a brand. That wasn’t so difficult.

Liu Qingge would rather have the bloating back. He’d rather be cut into with a dinner knife than rubbed like this, all fake comfort, like stroking an animal after having it fucking neutered.

Ah, Liu-shishu came so quickly that I didn’t have time to collect a sample.

Luo Binghe’s hand was warm like a punchline, still rolling against Liu Qingge’s abdomen in small, gentle undulations. But his other hand now brought out a vial.

Now where is the opening…here?

Liu Qingge bucked again when Luo Binghe’s fingertip dipped into his slit. Luo Binghe just slammed him back against the wall, chains rattling and broken bones burning.

I said, relax.

The vial was thin and its lips smooth glass. It was nearly painless going in, Liu Qingge’s inexperienced walls letting it in with only a minor twinge of discomfort. Luo Binghe didn’t push it in far, but Liu Qingge still roared. He still fought tooth and tail against Luo Binghe’s hold, determined to snap the fucking glass in half and stab Luo Binghe with it, until Luo Binghe, expression going cold, bodied into him with twice as much force, pinning him with his shoulder, chest, and knee.

His teeth found Liu Qingge’s jaw as well, grazing in warning; Liu Qingge had been bitten by sharks before with duller teeth than Luo Binghe’s.

Too good to listen, hm?

Luo Binghe’s first suddenly drove into Liu Qingge’s stomach with unprecedented force. A plume of bubbles exploded from Liu Qingge’s mouth, rushing toward the surface.

At the same time Luo Binghe hummed and tipped the vial this way and that before slipping it out with a thumb on top as stopper. White milt filled the inside, readily visible. Luo Binghe examined Liu Qingge’s entrance left in its wake, almost curiously brushing over the lips of swollen muscle.

Then he was smiling at Liu Qingge, one hand patting Liu Qingge’s cheek in open condescension before pulling the gag out.

Liu-shishu’s seriously injured himself today, Luo Binghe sighed. He finally kicked away and Liu Qingge didn’t know if the loss of touch made all his pain feel worse or better. This Lord recommends you take it easy for a month or two. To heal.

Which meant Luo Binghe was going to ice him out again, leave him untouched and deprived of all sensation at the bottom of this pit after having been used and emptied against his will.

Until then.

Liu Qingge couldn’t even send him off with another threat.

The water was cycled, and Liu Qingge could no longer smell his own milt.

The water was cycled, and Liu Qingge couldn’t even feel his own skin. It occurred to him that Luo Binghe might still be drugging the water, soaking him in sedatives to compound his sense of isolation. If so, then it worked. If so, then Liu Qingge was the loneliest creature on the planet; even torn-up skin and broken scales couldn’t puncture the murk swallowing up his brain.

For the first time in his very long life, Liu Qingge felt that water kept poor company. All it did was bury and forget. All it did was pollute. Liu Qingge was buried and forgotten. Liu Qingge was polluted.

Something splashed over the surface of his water and the force of it felt like an explosion on Liu Qingge’s numbed-out senses, so much so that he was actually stunned for an unacceptably long time. It felt like the still-sensate fraction of his brain was being borne upon opaque foam that was being dashed against a cliffside—no matter how stiffly he tried to hold himself, he was barreled ass over head. No matter how he tried to swim out, he remain smothered.

By the time his mind finally tired itself out, whatever thing had intruded on his isolation was long gone, and Liu Qingge had no way of knowing if it had been more drugs or a hand or an ally. That could have been Liu Qingge’s only chance of escaping and he blew it on useless thrashing.

…Who was he kidding? That was no ally. There would be no rescue, because thanks to Shen Qingqiu—no, thanks to Luo Binghe—not a single soul in the world knew Liu Qingge was alive enough to need rescuing.

Alive enough was something of a comforting qualifier though. Either he was or he wasn’t, and the moment he wasn’t, then he’d become dead enough to kill. Great, get Shen Qingqiu involved then. According to Luo Binghe, that bastard was the only one with a track record of killing him. For all their years of disagreements and teeth-baring fights, Shen Qingqiu had somehow turned out to be the only one Liu Qingge could count on now to put him out of his misery.

It was a drug, a different one that first made all of Liu Qingge’s organs cramp and then all his tendons ache. The worst part was, Liu Qingge was grateful. The new types of discomfort, one that he was not numbed to the bones by, felt good, felt easy to focus on. Liu Qingge felt embarrassingly relieved to have something other than meditation take his attention after all these months of nothing but silent non-sensation.

Two days after the aches, the bloating started again. This time though, whatever his body was generating (and Liu Qingge had a sick, sick idea) seemed to be taking more out of him than his body was ready to give. Everything was sore, and Liu Qingge spent more time passed out from strange exhaustion than in meditative trance. His tail fins grew so discomfortingly restless that by the time Liu Qingge realized, he’d already tattered them to ribbons against the chains and wall. His abdomen swelled at the cost of his tail muscles, the layer of fat over his ribs.

All in all Liu Qingge knew he looked quite mangled for Luo Binghe’s visit, but didn’t expect the displeased surprise in Luo Binghe’s frown. He didn’t expect Luo Binghe’s touch to hurt and for the hiss of pain to slip unbidden out through his teeth.

Shishu’s running a fever, Luo Binge observed, running his hand just above Liu Qingge’s cheek and neck but not touching again.

The hell did you give me, Liu Qingge murmured, eyes tracing the hovering hand. He wanted touch. He didn’t want touch. He wanted that, the elastic skin and the resistance of muscles between his teeth. The hovering was making him dizzy.

Nothing to cause this I hope, or some idiots with their lofty promises are about to die, Luo Binghe answered darkly. The question is, could this be the natural biology of your species? Does the spawning of roe typically forecast death?

Roe. Of fucking course. The twist of disgust in Liu Qingge’s gut, after a moment, floated painlessly away, to be felt some other time when Liu Qingge wasn’t so damn tired.

He must have answered in the negative, because Luo Binghe lifted a skeptical brow.

Are you certain? Because no offense, but Liu-shishu doesn’t exactly seem the type to be knowledgeable about sexual reproduction—

Liu Qingge lost track of time. He came to again with the soft, pleasing gnash of food between his teeth. His head shook on instinct, trying to tear flesh free, and he heard a low chuckle within the dispersing cloud of cooling red blood.

This is a nice surprise.

Movement, right in front of Liu Qingge, and Liu Qingge had never felt so capable—the starved and dying creature with food finally within reach. He opened his jaw again. Bit. Tore. His gums were warmed. His throat and belly went hot and satisfied with the rush of blood and finally, his eggs would be fed, and all at once his stomach felt packed, stretched to the brim with food and readiness to mate mate find a mate and spawn—

Poor Shishu, chained up here for so long. Shall this Lord let you stretch some? Go on, swim around a bit.

Weights and steady pressure—around his wrists, around his tail—were suddenly gone, and he—

Liu Qingge woke up, his mind cold and true. Luo Binghe had taken off his shackles. It didn’t matter why. He had to escape.

So, pushing clean through all the tearing pain of moving unused muscles again, Liu Qingge launched himself at the water surface.

Arms clamped around his neck, less of a choke than a hold. Liu Qingge swam harder. If Luo Binghe wanted to come along for the ride then Liu Qingge would damn well show him the dangers of water pressure. Legs tried to snake around his waist as well but Liu Qingge shook them off. He dislodged all the grips and clamps he could but that wasn’t the point, the point was the surface getting brighter and brighter within reach. The point was freedom, finally, because Luo Binghe was stupid enough to actually undo his—

Something—

There were things crawling under Liu Qingge’s skin.

There were things crawling, then tasting, then gnawing.

Pain was nothing. The surface was something. Out, get out of this oceans-forsaken tank. Keep swimming.

Then tearing.

Keep swimming.

I have to say, I really am impressed.

Keep—

Convulsing.

Liu Qingge slammed into the wall of the tank, clawing. He could drag himself up the last few meters, he could. He’d dig his damn fingers right into the metal if he had to, turn his bones into teeth. He could.

He couldn’t. Fingertips slipped and there was a leg, a booted foot pushing him away from the wall, away from any holds and out into open water, where there was nothing to do but swim and Liu Qingge couldn’t swim—

They sank, slow and inevitable. Liu Qingge’s entire body felt mashed together like sodden paper being crumpled between palms. There was a palm on him, curious and almost protective, resting over his belly. It didn’t let go even once they landed back on the floor of the tank. It stroked, and urged Liu Qingge’s stiff body back against Luo Binghe’s warm, clothed chest, between Luo Binghe’s spread legs, into the triumphant wrap of Luo Binghe’s arms.

That was nice, wasn’t it? I bet Shishu’s missed that.

Stroking lovingly over Liu Qingge’s still-spasming throat, Luo Binghe fastened a cuff back on. This time, there was extraordinarily little give in the chain, and the back of Liu Qingge’s head was basically flat against the floor.

I also thought you might appreciate a change in scenery.

Luo Binghe let go to float on top. He never went far, hand practically affixed to Liu Qingge’s side then belly like its fullness was a prize. Liu Qingge’s body was still practically paralyzed with pain, but he saw Luo Binghe now for the first time since his feeding.

A hole had been cleanly bitten through Luo Binghe’s robes—and shoulder. Though there was no longer blood, two chunks of flesh were evidently missing from Luo Binghe’s bicep.

Liu Qingge didn’t care that he’d eaten bits of his enemy. He was just pissed that Luo Binghe seemed completely unfazed by it. There were also the faintest traces of blood under Luo Binghe’s nose that he also seemed unfazed by, but at least, Liu Qingge thought with grim pleasure, he’d demonstrated to Luo Binghe the danger of trying to keep pace with a mer underwater. Luo Binghe would hardly be trying that again.

Something flinty slipped into Luo Binghe’s expression.

Like what you see that much?

The things under Liu Qingge’s skin began to wring again, like Liu Qingge’s arteries were wet towels to be squeezed completely dry. Liu Qingge’s throat slammed against metal and the cuff choked off his yell.

That’s not the thanks this Lord wants for feeding you, Liu-shishu.

You starved me in the first—

Liu Qingge’s mental snarl broke off when Luo Binghe pushed on his stomach, the same motion as when Luo Binghe had milked him for his milt before. His tail snapped up, desperate to do damage, but with a brutal squeeze of whatever was inside Liu Qingge, Luo Binghe rendered his most powerful appendage useless in an instant. Luo Binghe even stroked along the scales in appreciative ownership, as if he already had Liu Qingge mounted and displayed on his mantle.

Aren’t you tired already? Won’t Shishu just relax for me?

And no matter how hard Liu Qingge clenched his muscles, the pressure from Luo Binghe’s hand was compounding. All Luo Binghe really had to do now was—

This Lord can help you relax.

—slip his fingers past Liu Qingge’s scales again and rub him open. The eggs of their species were bigger than sperm, so release took more coaxing than last time. That, plus the constant current of pain Luo Binghe was keeping him still with, meant Liu Qingge endured a solid minute of Luo Binghe prying at his entrance, trying to ease him open wide enough for the first egg to come through.

Finally, Luo Binghe leaned back with a frown, hand stilling.

I didn’t intend to chain your tail again, but Liu-shishu can hardly be relied upon to not attack if I release him.

Damn right, Liu Qingge murmured, not sure if he was projecting at all. If Luo Binghe gave him control of his tail back without chaining him down, then yes, he was going to try to break every bone in Luo Binghe’s body no matter what state of breed-readiness he was in. Luo Binghe didn’t get to look at him like that, all chastening and castigating, as if he was the one making both their lives difficult.

Such a shame Liu-shishu refuses to behave better.

A cuff was secured around the base of his tail once more, its chain similarly short. Once Liu Qingge was pretty much laid out flat on the bottom of the tank, the paralyzing pain in his body finally began to ease.

And with it, the tension in Liu Qingge’s abdomen. Unwittingly and almost immediately, the first handful of roe slipped free of Liu Qingge’s body. Luo Binghe’s hand scooped under them like the eager, protective fins of a mate, whisking them gently into a prepared bag pulled from Luo Binghe’s sleeve.

There we go, Luo Binghe whispered, almost to himself. There we go.

His eyes were fervent as he held the bag to Liu Qingge’s slit, and Liu Qingge barely had time to struggle before Luo Binghe was applying pressure again, pushing the roe straight out of him. The sensation was uncanny, pleasure from release but also pleasure for its own sake. It must be a built-in instinct, Liu Qingge reasoned, somewhat frenzied as the odd, undesired pleasure forced itself onto and out of him. It must be instinct making his tail tremble and Luo Binghe pressed his stomach. It must be instinct warming his organs.

When the bag was full, Luo Binghe took a moment to seal it and put it away. His gaze never once left the part of Liu Qingge’s slit though, wider this time than before with eggs still inadvertently slipping out, twos and threes at a time, every time Liu Qingge’s breath hitched. There was still roe inside. Two bites of Luo Binghe’s flesh and a generous drink of his blood had somehow both revived Liu Qingge entirely in energy and packed him to the brim with viable eggs.

With both his hands free now, Luo Binghe flattened both hands against Liu Qingge’s tail, framing Liu Qingge’s opening on either side. His eyes were bright with a mad scientist’s curiosity and something else, something troubled and obsessive and heavy. He pushed once, gently, and watched the roe slip free. He held his thumbs to the edges and pressed them into the muscle, holding Liu Qingge somewhat open for more roe, small and dark orange, almost liquid and almost blood, to drain out in a thin pulse.

I, Liu Qingge vowed, staring up at the light of the surface, will hunt down all the offspring you’ll try to have. I will eat them straight out of the water.

Luo Binghe was silent for a moment, neither moving nor projecting.

Then he laughed, a quiet humorless thing.

You mean like this?

Thumbs pried into Liu Qingge’s slit and worked him open, but then, a third appendage joined them. A hot shot of muscle filled Liu Qingge from wall to wall and Liu Qingge tried to jackknife up, to dislodge the sudden intrusion but the chains kept him sprawled, kept him wide open like a whale fall to be feasted upon by any and every insolent creature who dared to put its mouth on him—

Luo Binghe lapped, then suckled. Luo Binghe sealed his mouth over Liu Qingge’s opening and worked his tongue inside so vigorously that roe kept escaping. Liu Qingge didn’t even have to breathe this time for the roe to flow out, the untrained muscles of his passage so bowled over by Luo Binghe’s assault that they could only let Luo Binghe in, and let the eggs out, and hang open so uselessly that Liu Qingge would sooner grab a rock nearby and plug himself up.

Liu Qingge gouged at Luo Binghe’s scalp but it didn’t stop. Liu Qingge punched and shoved and thrashed but it didn’t stop.

Until finally it did, and Luo Binghe was all of a sudden in his face with sealed lips and a full mouth. And his eyes were bleak and cold as they descended and—

Luo Binghe grabbed a fistful of Liu Qingge’s hair and shoved their mouths together.

Luo Binghe dragged Liu Qingge’s lips apart with his tongue and teeth in a shower of salt and iron. And something was flooding into Liu Qingge’s mouth, something in drips and bits, something almost liquid. They skimmed against the sharp edges of Liu Qingge’s teeth and crumpled. Liu Qingge choked hard on the salt of it all.

Then Luo Binghe was pulling back, laughing. Roe looked like blood smeared against his chin and teeth.

Don’t presume to threaten me, Liu Qingge.

As Luo Binghe got his feet underneath him, his hand found the center of Liu Qingge’s tail one more time. He touched the empty slit there, gaping open, rubbing with too much familiarity.

Next time, he promised, and kicked off for the surface.

The plume of bubbles containing Liu Qingge’s roar chased him all the way up.

#bingliu #like I'm not kidding about the fish content y'all #the nasty thing where fish will chase after a pregnant female all dog-like #mouth-to-exit action #so they can eat the baby fish immediately upon birthing #this isn't quite that but for real there's some roe-eating #my challenge this kinktober is apparently to write something so gnarly y'all will quit me alfskdjnflakblgkjsndlfasd #okay no no it's not....THAT nasty i don't think. i mean. i dunno.#kinktober 2022 #i'm a little hysterical after writing all that ngl so breaktime #but i do wanna continue it #let Binghe fuck him at least #I also really want SJ to show up but at that point it's gonna be full plot #...which could be nice #HMM ANYWAYS #lunch time lkajdnflaksdjf #gonna go get some sushi alksjdaskjfnlakjnsdfknjasdfjalsdf

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luo binghe is reborn after an infinity of war and sex.

his first memory is pain and his first thought is that this must be his penance for his life of indulgence without a care for others.

as his body grows older and becomes capable of understanding it’s surroundings he learns that he is in some kind of infirmary and the eternal warms that blankets him is spiritual qi, constantly fed to him.

as he soon learns his new form is female it causes him discomfort. it feels so wrong - the memory of centuries in his male body fresh in his mind.

adding to that that he is in the body of an apparently very ill toddler he isn’t having a very pleasant experience.

because of the doctors around him constantly giving him qi a core manifests within his second year reborn - something unheard of and practically impossible - but he soon learns that it doesn’t give him any advantages since he can’t use his core at all because all it’s energy goes towards keeping him alive.

but not long after that his little brother is born and he is in love.

in all his years alive all luo binghe wanted - deep down where he’d never even admit it to himself - was to be loved.

his parent’s this life clearly cherish him but they hate each other too much for him to have a happy time with them.

so for him chubby, ugly, and loud a-cheng is the greatest gift he’s ever gotten.

he had children in his previous life, grandchildren, great grandchildren and further but he’s never taken care of a baby.

so he has no idea what to do with a-cheng, not to mention that his weak failure of a body is only barely able to stand up by itself, but he loves cuddling with his and playing silly games.

they grow up as happy as can be in the lap of luxury, not as much as he had in his previous life.

then one day there is a-ying.

luo binghe had known his new father had been looking for something, it had made his new mother so mad, so he wasn’t surprised when they were introduced to a boy who was to be their sibling.

what did surprise him that they, apparently, weren’t blood related to him.

so together they grew up. a-cheng never good enough for their father, a-ying always the interloper to their mother, and binghe the dissapointment for his weak body and the pride for his calm, sweet, kind manner even at such a young age.

the second big change in this second life of his was when a-cheng and a-ying left for a year to study in gusu. he didn’t join because the cold would damage his health even further.

they send him lots of letters but he still missed them.

only after a-ying punched his fiance and broke the betrothal did he see them again when visiting them in gusu.

he neither liked nor disliked the betrothal to jin zixuan. he had always liked both men and women and he didn’t feel the same dislike that his brothers held towards jin zixuan. marriage also didn’t mean much to him anymore after his thousands of wifes so he didn’t have a problem to be married of. what he disliked however was that jin zixuan was a year younger than his body.

hualing had been the only wife his same age for so long, after yingying died of old age - her cultivation simply giving out after six hundert years and mingyan following only fourty years later with a qi deviation so severe even binghe couldn’t safe her, before she died in battle - as glorious and bloody a death as she had been in life.

it simply wasn’t possible for others to be as old as him but he had never married or wanted to bed children.

so he wasn’t overly fond of the arrangement but didn’t mind it too much. still, he found this broken betrothal the more preferable option.

a few months after a-cheng and a-ying’s return from gusu there was another discussion conference.

nothing much out of the usual power play’s happened.

still he left that conference queasy.

then he got word from his spies that the wen’s attacked the lan sect and not long after that the heirs were called to qishan - an obvious ploy to create hostages and not two weeks later only one returned to him limping, starving, and exhausted.

her father went to safe his second brother and a week after he returned and left again, taking binghe with him, flames found his home and binge lost all he had loved this life in one night.

his body was weak but his mind wasn’t and he made it back to lotus pier in hours.

the flames were doused by the time he made his way home and wen’s under wen qing had taken control of his home.

wen qing was a beautiful cold lady and had she lived in his previous life she would have undoubtedly been part of his harem.

she received binghe with perfect manners and upon her request to free a-cheng only looked at her with those pretty and calculating eyes before a smile stole itself on her mouth and she broke out in pealing laughter.

it sounded anything but happy.

part 2

#luo binghe #jiang yanli #mdzs #svsss #reincarnation #luo bingge reincarnates as jiang yanli #trans luo binghe #lbh is reborn into a female body but still a guy #lbh and sj reincarnate as jyl and wq

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I don't think we're playing into the sheer comedic effect Huli Jing (fox spirit) Shen Yuan has. Because first, a Huli Jing's first form is female. A gorgeous girl and then after a while they can get a guy form.

But think about it. Him meeting Shen Jiu in different instances in different forms and SJ just straight up acting completely different is so funny to me. Because like Shen Yuan would act practically the same but SJ is such a hater about him when they met in his male form. SY is confused about it.

SJ meeting guy form SY: Who the fuck is this guy? Why is he smiling like that? Ew, why is he like that? Get him away.😒

SJ meeting girl form SY: Oh my a kind jiejie. She's so elegant. She's smiling at everyone, she must be a kind soul. Her mannerisms are a little different but she's nice. I like her company.

SY: ???? Do you like me or not????

#its just so funny to me #we could pull some dumb shit with the concept that's all I'm saying #jiuyuan #scumcum #shen yuan #shen jiu #shen qingqiu #svsss #scumbag system #scum villian self saving system #scum villain's self saving system

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arojenniferwalters · 1 month

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Madame Web (2024)[26.2.2024] trailer 2/ 2

Directed by SJ Clarkson Co-Written by SJ Clarkson & Claire Parker

#madame web #sony marvel #sj clarkson #claire parker #nocticola art #female directors

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giantgirlworld · 1 year

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by sJ-vv

#sJ-vv #giantess #asian giantess #giant woman #female giant

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cakesunflower · 3 months

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reasons why Elriel is endgame because it’s so goddamn obvious

Elain starting a conversation with Azriel (because he seemed the most approachable to her) during their dinner at the Archeron Estate.

Elain wearing a cobalt blue dress (matching the color of Azriel’s siphons) when the mortal Queens came to visit.

Azriel sitting with Elain in the garden, arguably the one who spent the most time with her during a time she wasn’t speaking to anyone after turning Fae.

Azriel being the only one who figured there was something more to what Elain was saying in regards to her visions and then being the one to figure out she is a Seer.

Feyre asking Rhys why Azriel and Elain couldn’t be mates, wondering if Azriel is who she needs.

Azriel being the one to realize Elain was missing when Hybern kidnapped her, and him being dead set on rescuing her.

Elain saying “you came for me” when he and Feyre found her.

Elain being the only person Azriel allowed to use Truth-Teller in all of the centuries he has had it.

DEATH AND THE LOVELY FAWN!!!! DARK AND LIGHT!!! DEATH AND LIFE!!!

Azriel not wanting to keep tabs on Lucien because it would be an invasion of Elain’s privacy.

Azriel sitting with Elain late into the night, listening to her plans for the garden.

Elain buying presents for Azriel on Solstice, but never buying them for Lucien.

Azriel staying up at night, staring at the first gift Elain gave him.

Elain finds Azriel approachable, someone she can talk to (and obviously has feelings for), but shrinks into herself and becomes quiet whenever Lucien is around.

Azriel subtly defending Elain when Amren snapped at her during dinner in ACOFAS (“I’d feel bad for the mice).

Feyre noting multiple times that Elain moves quietly, is a good secret keeper (foreshadowing Elain becoming a spy)

Elain’s best friends are Nuala and Cerridwen aka the spies for the Night Court aka Azriel’s spies

Rhysand trained Feyre, Cassian trained Nesta. . . Azriel is going to train Elain.

Azriel following the sound of Elain’s laugh. Something charged passing through the air (Nesta notices) when their eyes meet.

THEIR ALMOST KISS???? HELLO???

Azriel being in a shitty mood after Solstice when Rhys forbade him from being near Elain

Azriel asking “what happened to Elain?” when Cassian mentions the argument between her and Nesta.

Azriel’s shadows being ready to strike at Nesta when she said to Elain “maybe you’ll become interesting after all.”

Nesta knowing why Azriel stayed far from Elain and Lucien during Solstice because he could smell their mating bond and it made him sick enough to stay far away.

Elain immediately wanting to wear the necklace Azriel got her, meanwhile she obviously rejects/dislikes the gifts Lucien has bought for her.

It’s 3 brothers (the bat boys) and 3 sisters (the Archerons). 3 mountain peaks. 3 items in the Trove. 3 is a big number for SJM. You don’t think that has any significance?? Think again!

The cauldron has been said to be corrupted. Mor has mentioned it, Azriel questioned if the cauldron was wrong, and (SPOILER) its corruption is noted in House of Flame and Shadow, too. There’s a chance it fucked up (or maliciously formed) the mating bond for Elain.

Whether or not Elain’s real mate is Azriel, her bond with Lucien brings up the idea of rejecting the mating bond. There’s a reason SJM had Feyre asking Rhys if mating bonds can be rejected. Elain’s choices have been stripped from her, time and time again. No control over her life since her family lost their fortune, turning Fae against her will, losing Grayson.

SJM has said her books are about the female protagonists finding their agency. Elain’s book is going to be about that, obviously, and rejecting the bond with Lucien and CHOOSING Azriel is no doubt going to be a part of that. Along with whatever SJM has in store for Elain.

Feysand are Night Triumphant and Stars Eternal. Nessian are Lord of Bloodshed and Lady Death. Elriel are Death and the Lovely Fawn. There’s a reason SJM has these titles. You gotta be blind not to see it.

anyways! if you can’t see how all of this is gonna lead to an Elriel endgame then i feel sorry for you

also back in 2021 when we were all in lockdown and i had nothing better to do (and because i am a writer and a little insane) i wrote a whole essay after ACOSF was published explaining why i think Elriel is endgame (i’m pretty sure i use all of the points here in the essay) and if you wanna read my musings that are all derived from fact you can read it here!!!!!

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max1461 · 7 months

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Honestly as much as I'm like "I appreciate media that is unabashedly horny", which is true, anime fan service is often a bit too much for me just on the level of like, my own taste. Uh it just comes across as crass and tacky a lot, it makes the work more difficult for me to enjoy.

I also think the argument that it's like, often problematic objectification is not wrong. Maybe that's obvious. But like, well, there's something subtle (or sometimes, not so subtle) which makes the difference for me between "media that feels horny in a 'fair' way" and "media which feels horny in 'gross' or 'gawking' way". Those are both poor terms but like, sexualized in a way that feels...

Well there's no easy line for me to draw here. There's nothing specifically that you can't do in work, IMO, there's basically no line that I'm like "categorically you can't cross that". But I do think you should be at least somewhat aware of the ideas your work is conveying about sexuality and society and so on.

Uh maybe what I mean is just "have tact". Like I don't mean "never try to titillate the audience", and I don't mean "all your titillation must sufficiently be subversive of social norms to be allowed", or whatever. Lots of people who say the thing I said in the last paragraph mean one of those things. But I don't. I just mean don't be a dumbass, maybe? I mean something. I mean be aware that like, while I don't a priori object to a work in which every female character's boobs flap around simply because the creator finds it hot, there are certain works where you really should not do that. You see? Things have to be... contextually appropriate, and I mean both the work's internal context but also its context in society as a whole. Right, because of social conditions, and you know, the way that women are treated, and shit, well you're all smart you all know, there's certain contexts in which it is not appropriate to have all the female characters have their boobs flop around. And many more contexts where it's sort of fine it just makes the work a bit worse.

Idk.

Cause like. There's some anime, actually a lot of it, that's just ridiculously straight-guy-horny and I'm just like "you know what, this is fine actually, this is great. I have zero problem with this." And then there's a lot that has all the same shit in it and I'm like "oof, that feels really inappropriate. That feels like a shitty portrayal, an insensitive thing to include, that's bad."

And the different is not the nature of the panty shots themselves it's everything around the panty shots, right. Does that make sense?

I feel like the is kind of the sensible synthesis of recent (and IMO correct) trends around like, idk, pro-horniness? Like sex positivity already means a specific thing but like, pro-horniness, you know, pro-desire (many people on this website are talking about such thing, and again I think correctly), with the IMO also true and important fact that like, objectification of women and so on is a real thing in media and it is actually problematic (I mean "problematic" in the naive sense, not as SJ jargon). Like maybe it's not problematic in the exact set of ways 2014 pop-feminism or anti-porn radfems or whatever say it is, but it's like. There are contexts in which I think you really probably should not be zooming in on the boobs and so on. Like, you feel me?

#navel gazing

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runabout-river · 5 months

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The Mechanisms of Nobara's Return

The Setup

Her injury is the smallest transfiguration Mahito made without interference

This injury didn't kill Nobara instantly

Nitta used his CT to stop her from dying

Affirmation that Nobara has a chance of survival even if that chance is less than 1%

This setup itself is the biggest indication/confirmation on a meta level that Nobara's return will happen. Because otherwise, Gege wouldn't have written it like this in the first place or he would've written later scenes about her death more explicitly.

Nobara is the female lead of JJK and is often compared to Sakura from Naruto in that regard. I find it hard to believe that Shonen Jump would let Gege discard that lead so early in the story. It would also be an unpopular decision to replace the female lead with another female character (Maki) even for Shonen standards.

Temporarily replacing one on the other hand, is a decision I can see happening. I'm no expert in this but it's known that editors keep the number of female characters low in their titles in SJ. Gege most likely wanted to do something shocking as well, so this a course of action many would be fine with.

If Nobara's death had been meant to be final then not only in the story but also outside of it we would've gotten definite confirmation on it. Instead, I don't recall something like that being said. In story and outside, we have this wishy-washy Schrödinger's Cat situation going on.

Her injury

Idle Transfiguration cannot be healed with positive energy or any other means

That's because positive energy doesn't recognize damage to the body if it's in the same shape as the soul

At this point, her death was suspended in a similar fashion to how Megumi's death was suspended inside his exorcism ritual

This suspension can theoretically be kept up indefinitely as long as Nitta can use his CT

A popular theory in this regard, is Nobara learning Reverse Cursed Technique while at death's door.

Nobara is a Black Flash user, her use of cursed energy is more refined than that of the average sorcerer

Her learning RCT would parallel Gojo learning it after being sliced open. For her, it just takes longer

Having to use RCT constantly would also mirror Gojo, bringing her narratively closer to her teacher after being the one most distant from him

Her Return

Why did Megumi say she was dead?

Theory: because Shoko told him that she was dead:

Because Shoko thought it cruel to keep the hopes of Megumi and Yuji up. She still wasn't finished to try and save her though

Shoko was afraid of the higher-ups interfering in her treatment after Yaga was executed

Having Megumi believe that she died also makes Sukuna believe that she's dead, which makes her comeback unforeseeable to him.

Why don't we see her in the flashbacks?

To keep up suspense. But do you know who else we don't see in the flashbacks? Todo. And that guy isn't even dead.

What is she doing now?

We have some possibilities for the flashbacks:

Learning to function under her RCT

Learning to function on Nitta's CT

Training/secret missions with Todo

Recovering with her grandma/learning to use new forms of her own CT

For the current fights:

She's waiting her turn

Popular theory is that Nobara will use Resonance on Sukuna's last finger. If she does this too early, she will explode. My favorite way for her to do this is like this:

Utahime and Gramps will enhance her CT and she will attack Sukuna's finger right at the moment when Sukuna attacks Yuji to kill him, mirroring the Mahito scene.

Which are the instances where her death wasn't made explicit?

We never saw her corpse

She wasn't at the airport

No one talked to Gojo about her death, they only talked about Nanami

Only Megumi and Yuji talk about her death. The second and last time about Hana potentially replacing her

I think this is about it about Nobara's Return. If you have questions, I will answer.

...

I lied.

There is a way to heal Nobara.

And the person who's going to do that is Megumi.

Megumi will have to infuse one of his shikigami with Mahoraga's Adaptation ability

The Adaptation doesn't happen with CTs, it happens with phenomena

A transfigured body and soul is a phenomenon

After the adaptation, Megumi can order his shikigami to reshape or reverse the transfiguration

This Adaptation to Idle Transfiguration also has a second use: stopping the merger (or reversing it).

Kenjaku used Mahito's IT to change Tengen's barriers. If I remember correctly, he will use IT again in the future or the effects of IT will be relevant later on. And that's when Megumi will have his biggest role.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #nobara kugisaki #megumi fushiguro #yuji itadori #gojo satoru #theory #meta

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