#i still need to watch the sub maybe the dialogue is better

[sonicjustbecause]

Sonic - English, Japanese version - my impression as somebody who doesn't speak any of the two languages.

First - my experience with the two languages, to explain how I perceived thing as a total foreigner.

English - I truly can't speak English. My written English sucks. I don't know if you can read/understand my posts. I can read English, both British and American (I usually use British English but I use American when I want to be more concise), overall I can read all kind of topics, but I don't like slangs. My listenings skills are bad, it depends who is speaking. I could listen and understand enough Sonic Prime without subtitles, but in other occasion the language is too different from Italian and I need the subs.

Japanese - Mostly I watch anime in Japanese. I don't speak the language at all and I can count all the japanese words I know in one hand. The sound of the language is sillabic so is as clear as Italian. As for Sonic, I watched Sonic X in Japanese version (Italian and English version long ago, I don't even remember a lot), the two adventure in English, Unleashed in both version, Frontiers in Italian and Japanese.

Sonic Force is boring, I was unable to pay attention. I saw it not long ago and I quickly forgot everything. The only good thing was Infinite's Italian voice, is very beautiful.

OK, my impression of the character from English version was not like it was describled there. I perceived it more how is perceived in the Japanese version. Many times I said our personal experience make us perceive a character in a certain way, maybe the language I speak is part of it. Italian is more contextual than English, or maybe is how character act (that does't change whathever language they speak), I don't know... I remember perceiving Sonic as a aloof, slightly grumpy but kind hearted and happy character before watching the Japanese version (that just confirmed that). Current Sonic - even in Japanese, is more outgoing and sullen.

Flanderization happened in the Japanese version too and is undeniable (I said i watched the Japanese versions too).

Indeed...

this remember a old cartoon I used to see in early '90s...

"Cecil, help me!"

Knuckles still does his duty, but I saw him more and more relaxed lately. Like: 'A bit of absence won't hurt!'. The describled flanderization sounds more like the one we saw in Sonic Boom.

Yes, this.

Sonic X is Japanese and she is clearly different from videogames (Right, I've said I watched the Japanese version). In the two adventure Amy was energetic yet gentle. I remember her kind attitude toward Gamma and Shadow. in Sonic X she made me laugh, but yes, she looks also dangerous. Sonic is right to avoid her.

Magical girl Amy. Well - Eggman deserve that.

This poor guy had it the worst. I remember Shadow being overall gloomy but still playful. Is like they just took away all the facets that made Shadow likeable and left only the flaws (inflating them to 'fill' emty spaces) . The Shadow we had during last decade (except for Lance Shadow) is the perfect edgy character that only 15 years old kids like. At 15 I also lingered on edgelords and I though they were the best because they were 'oh, pure serious' and didn't lingered in 'foolish cheerfulness'. I even characterized some of my own characters as edgelords (I'm glad I'm out from it since late teen). My mum made me understand why they suck, calling them 'arm candy' (belle statuine). That was a great and helpful criticism.

I loved funny and evil Eggman. I don't like what Eggman is lately, more than a villain, he seems a mignon.

Though Japanese dialogue might be better and more meaningful (when different from English ones), this doesn't mean Japanese version of Sonic is free of issues. We need to accept that Sonic franchise is flawed, that the fandom is not perfect. The good thing is that all the material we have around can satisfy all palates. Let's enjoy what we like and hope for the better, whathever will be.

#sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonic #shadow #eggman #tails the fox #sth #amy rose #tails #sonic series #knuckles the echidna #knuckles #amy #sonic fandom

[tinnictheguardian]

Red, White, & Royal Blue

So I read the Red, White & Royal Blue book over the weekend and watched the movie, twice. Because why not? And I have some thoughts!

So firstly, I think the IP has a whole is pretty great. It's good to have a nice fluffy cheesy rom-com that's just well constructed with a wide appeal.

Secondly, unpopular opinion, I liked the movie slightly more then the book. Like the book is way more complex. Both Alex and Henry have more complex family life and have experienced a lot more in their 21 and 23 years respectively. But I actually found the simplifications necessary for adaptation quiet good.

I actually preferred Alex's Hispanic dad being the first husband, instead of the white tech bro step dad. I liked how Alex actively worked to flip Texas in the movie, especially because I felt the whole Rafael Luna subplot in the book didn't do anything.

Like it was realistic in that the GOP voters completely ignored all illegal and shady stuff by their candidate and voted for him anyway. But it was like, I don't care about this. I am not American, I don't give a shit, let's go back to Henry and Alex already.

The jealous politico journalist hook-up in the movie felt a bit more relevant to the rom-com at hand to me.

Also, the British side of things seemed a bit more realistic in the movie. I don't know how to explain this properly but you can tell that the author is American and has never lived in the UK or a Commonwealth country. I mean, I know the Queen in the book wasn't Queen Elizabeth but my brain still connected her to the Queen and I think I was supposed to given some of her dialogue was lifted straight out of The Queen movie. But by connecting the Queen in the book with Queen Elizabeth, the whole defiance scene fell flat for me. Then you have the Crown Princess threatening the Queen and I am like, this person knows nothing about UK politics. So the whole thing was genuinely immersion breaking for me.

Now the Movie has a defiance scene too but to me it felt more realistic. Also I think it helped that Prince Henry's mom wasn't there to run interference for him, like she is in the book. Or maybe it was just Stephen Fry's acting that elevated the scene. Whichever way, I liked the version of the scene in the movie better.

Beyond that, it was fun. I hear there is a bonus Henry POV chapter that says he moved away from the Crown and moved to the US. No doubt mirroring the steps taken by the real spare Prince Harry, but I would also like to point out that by the time Harry left the UK. He's role as the spare was no longer important because Prince William had, had multiple kids who were ahead of Harry in the order of succession. So I don't even understand why the press made so much hay out of it. But I guess they needed the content.

So yeah, overall, fun movie, fun book. I'll probably watch the movie again sometime, but I probably won't read the book again. But then again, I do have a long list of books and comics I need to catchup with! So yeah, pity about the sub-reddit getting banned.

#red white and royal blue #rwrb spoilers #rwrb movie #rwrb book

[sizzleissues]

How'd you like the movie?

Hey anon!

In short: AHAHAHARRRAHAHHAHAHAHAAHHHAHA LOVE LOVE LOVE IT

Slightly more coherent

Animation: Amazing spectacular- can’t wait to see it in theatres.

Music: I love the songs so much it will be interesting to hear them in english. The visuals paired with it are also just beautiful. I’m a fan of musicals normally and the movie does have the sort of cheesy vibe that comes with musicals that i just love but isn’t for everyone.

Story: Can’t say much on this as I don’t speak French and the subbed version I watched was not perfect. Generally it kept me engaged (which is a credit to it) and I’m sure when the english dub comes out it will clear up some confusion for me.

Okay spoilers stuff under cut

So again, the subbing being wonky makes things a little harder to understand. It feels like I’m missing something, like a ten minute chunk was cut from the film. It’s fine for miraculous fans- we know the context- but for newcomers something is missing. Maybe it’s just lost because I don’t understand and the quality of the audio but I hope the dub has explain the basics dialogue bit.

Miraculous:

I love how the miraculous were depicted in the film while a little confusing at times. The signal thing when out of costume is a cool idea (though I hope it’s a thing only they can see >-<). I also really like the focus on their powers working better when working together. When they go solo things go array.

It seems the lucky charm is gone and instead Marinette simply is always devising a plan with all of her surroundings. We don’t get to see her problem solve in the movie, most of the combat is purely physical which I think is a miss. Maybe in future movies she’ll discover the power and we’ll get to see her use her brain.

Same goes for the cataclysm though it appears at the end. Again I can’t be sure until I watch the dub since I might be missing things. It backs up the theory it’s something they have to discover. Chat Noir using it at the end is fine for regulars but newcomers might be confused. LB also learns to use the cure at the end so I think things just work differently in this canon and I’m excited to see how it’ll play out.

I think some of the issues with the miraculous will be resolved with the dub- definitely missed something. But I think we need to remind ourselves it’s a different canon with different rules. Just because they’re different doesn’t mean they’re bad.

Love the costumes anyways and the speckling on Chat’s suit is so cool. The power seems to be more within the holder. Also the miraculous choosing the holders- and the chaos of that scene- was amazing. I like that the miraculous are magnetised to them and it takes a whole lot of power to tear them away.

Also Hawkmoth taking advantage of the fact he can do multiple akuma’s as an adult really makes him a threat. He’s a lot smarter in this version.

Characters & Relantionships:

Every character is a bit different but I still love them all a whole lot. I love that Adrien’s a bit more of a loner but it’s Ladybug that opens him back up to people again. I don’t have any complaints just positivity to how the movie interprets the characters. This will probably grow once I understand everything.

The only character I’d say is better, not just different is old man Gabe.

Gabriel is more focused in the movie- more clearly being won over by the power. Losing himself to it. It’s destroying him but he’s addicted to the possibility of having Emile back. He thinks that’s what will mend his and Adrien’s relationship when all he really has to do is be there. It’s better than the show as in the show he’s pursing Emilie despite Adrien- actively shoving him to the side with malice. In the movie he’s doing it because he believes having Emilie back will restore light back into Adrien’s life that he doesn’t think he’s capable of showing towards Adrien on his own. He’s scared if he’s close to Adrien he’ll see his sadness and thinks it’s because he’s lost his mother- not because he’s losing his father too. Seeing the pursuit has actually hurt his son snaps him out of it. He finally meets his eyes and sees not sadness for Emilie but sadness for losing him. AH! Its too much I’m melting

Going over the zag offices right now to punch whoever decided to cut at the kiss. I NEED MORE. The love square delivered so well that I’m so sad there isn’t more!

Lol that’s my thoughts so far. Bit more than you probably expected but needed to get it out before I fall asleep

#miraculous #sizzle rambles #anon answered #miraculous movie #miraculous ladybug

[infernally-fond]

I keep getting these tragic/beautiful edits of fuckin' Dark Souls on tiktok, and one of them left me with an itch to sketch out a post-BG3 moment in Cania for Pallas. It's poncy and reads like I've been listening to FromSoftware character dialogue on loop because I have.

Raph is only mentioned, so I'm a little hesitant to tag this with him. So, fair warning, his presence is minimal.

——-

Deep below the citadel, on off hours, one could see the condemned souls unwinding from the miserable toil of mining deeper still into the frozen depths. 

Their overseers, a set of fearsome pit fiends with whips of hellfire, had returned to the surface the precise moment their shifts ended. Whatever hunger stirred in them for the wails at the end of a cracked whip did not outcompete the drudgery of supervising such work. And so, the souls too rested. 

Mephistopheles' paranoia did not yet extend to the souls of laborers. Unaware of it though they were, the laborers spent every night with an unparalleled freedom to coexist in each other’s company. 

Pallas visited the Mepistarian mines with some regularity, long since familiar with the mineshaft that lead down into the excavation. She was cloaked in old furs that shimmered behind a gauze-thin aura of hellfire to endure the cold. Hellfire burned a cold white, casting inhospitable starkness into the ice. Without it, there would be no light at all. 

The laborers had no use for fire - no need for warmth, no need for light. 

Pallas gingerly lowered to sit some thirty paces from the bulk of their resting forms, pulling her knees to her chest and watching them with a gentle curiosity.

Mortal souls were fascinating things - perhaps more similar to the recently subdued illithid hivemind than living mortals. They shimmered in cool colors, something like tarnished copper. The newer souls held their shapes better, more consistently. They squabbled amongst each other, occasionally finding the energy to physically fight when free of the fiends’ supervision.

Something seemed to happen over time to change the souls condemned to the sub-city mines. Whatever manner of cruelty resided in the souls lured to the Cold Lord’s promises, sunless centuries immersed in the presence of each other would buffet them into something almost lovely. A strange descriptor, but…

Those with the longest tenure drew softer figures, edges implied and often shifting - a reimagining of self. They would hold form enough to work when the overseers lashed at them with hellfire, but when resting they softened once more, eager to drop a mask of burdensome solidity.

Pallas had seen a litter of pups outside Baldur's Gate, warm and round-bellied, curled up between each other that reminded her of the scene ahead. 

The fraying souls mingled in affectionate twirls together. Not quite a pile - it was more elegant, more artful than that. Like a lazy dance, perhaps. Like watching wind slowly direct a smattering of leaves into a loose coil, always just on the edge of dispersing. 

They spoke to each other in voices unconcerned with identity. Vaguely feminine or masculine, vaguely old or young, some swinging between affectation mid-word. 

Shifting voices murmured gently to each other, twined into one thing, issuing benedictions of "be safe" to each other, to itself - this one thing they made. It was foreign to bear witness to such softness in this or any plane. 

Impressions of hands stroked impressions of temples; a pair of arms curled over what seemed, for a moment, the soft curves of shoulders.

Watching with a waning focus, Pallas wondered if the truer nature of mortality was before her, if some profound distinction would be easily parsed from the visual by someone wise. Halsin might have commented on the connectedness that underlies everything. Gale might have speculated on the specifics of the merging. ("How many arms do you count? I've spotted at least s- oh, seven now.")

Maybe her companions’ echoes of presence had left impressions like a microcosm of the merging before her well within her own mind. An imagined insistence for safety, received and given in an even cadence. 

"Do stay safe."

The voice, impossible to categorize on any spectrum of mortal description spoke just beside her shoulder. Startling as the proximity should have been, she felt the words as if they were gentle touches down the crown of her head. 

Pallas parroted the words clumsily, strangely certain this was what was appropriate. 

The spirit, softened at the edges, almost transitory across moments, affected some quality that implied an emotional warmth. It suffused the rigid boundary of self asserted by her living soul. It settled at her side, unmoving, at ease.

The murmuring dance of souls before her synchronized in a song with such precision as to suggest the presence of a conductor. The singing was always lovely. It's what drew her down here time and again.

No one voice was particularly ethereal - it wasn’t a bard’s talent on display. It was connectedness. Each of the component souls sung in a series of dearly remembered voices simultaneously. To hear it was to bear witness to choruses of families - blood and chosen - across time. 

The Canian fiends didn’t sing like this. They sang, of course- but their hymns were demonstrations of technical mastery of the performer, written to exalt the domineering qualities of the subject. The High Cantor’s voice was clear and clarifying as ice cold water, impossible to replicate, objectively beautiful. But, even so, hymns for the Cold Lord’s pleasure were sterile accolades.

Impossibly different (better - an inner voice whispered) were the twining chorus of treasured voices lacing together into something that would wring tears from any mortal to hear it. 

A curl of satisfaction tightened in her chest. Pallas privately enjoyed finding pride in the distinction between herself and the fiends around her. Maybe the cambions, vicious as their treatment had primed them to be, mourned the wrong loss. 

“We’re unlike them,” Pallas whispered resolutely, chasing the bitter joy of her conclusion as she proudly overlooked the twining selves performance. “They’re repressed shells. They live devoid of beauty outside of pointless, showy intricacy. They don’t even sing properly.”

The form before her smiled without a face to do so. It knocked gently against her shoulder with an impression of a humanoid form, unbothered by the thin veil of hellfire. When they touched she felt its fondness expressed in something akin to temperature.  

“Everything that sings, sings properly,” the soul chided, smoothing over each spike of irritability expressed in the flicker of hellfire with more of that fond warmth.

Pallas accepted the correction silently, never moving her eyes from the ongoing dance. The true danger of this place was combating the compulsion to fall asleep to the gentle chorus. Skilled as she was, Pallas couldn’t maintain the hellfire through sleep. 

Perhaps to fight off the sleep or dismiss another burgeoning wave of formless yearning, Pallas pondered the High Cantor’s songs once more. Perhaps they weren’t all militant ballads. And then, there was Raphael, of course. He -

She shook her head as if to physically dislodge the thought. Still, a fragment of memory flashed- his distinctive, idle humming just under his breath as he shifted papers in his exorbitant lodgings in Wyrmm’s Crossing. Casual, improvised. (Unfit.)

Pallas wondered how such a thing could be branded into her hindbrain, as immediately recognizable as the pull of hellfire. And then hadn't she seen him bent over a journal, consumed with intensity, quill flicking so quickly as to render the penmanship unsalvageable?

That didn't make sense. It dashed across the distinction Raphael himself would assert-

“Be safe, friend.”

The formless soul beside her lengthened in shape, as if to mimic rising to a stand. She leaned into the parting wash of fond warmth before it parted from her to join with the others, a new chorus of voices added to the song. Among the additions, it weaved in the recalled fragment of that absent hum, forever integrating some distant shadow of Raphael with the formless inertia of whatever this tangle of mortal souls had become.

#bg3 raphael #raphael bg3 #pallas blurb #alas!

[overobsessedfanboy23]

Episode 90 of Go Rush is the most painful Yugioh episode to me

This episode has put me in a state of grief and shock, similar to what I felt after my cat died, for days, to the point where I'm still recovering from the after effects as I write this. I'm gonna do my best to judge this episode fairly, and critique it for what it is, not what I may have personally wanted it to be. To be clear, I think this is a good episode. Maybe even a great one. I do have some genuine critiques (mainly with the dialogue so I admit it could partially be a language/culture barrier issue) but overall, it is a well put together episode and duelling wise especially, a fantastic arc finale to my favourite story arc of season 2. It just... came out Christmas Eve, a hard time of the year for me for personal reasons, and did something that was always going to destroy me personally. But, anyways, enough beating around the bush. I have a ton of thoughts on this episode that I really need to put in one place.

Spoilers below of course.

Like I said, the duelling action in this episode is amazing, one of my personal favourite duels in Bridge Era Yugioh. Honestly maybe someday when GR is fully released, I will declare it my favourite. I need more time with it to know for sure. Kuaidul is so at the top of his game with his perfected deck that Yudias had to steal Kuaidul's ultimate monster in order to fight back at all and even then, Kauidul was still able to defend himself and potentially make a comeback. He's a skilled duelist and a great villain and that's on full display this episode.

The only problem I have with this episode's first half is the opening theme playing over part of an episode once again. They did this at the end of Galaxy Cup and it felt ill-fitting there too but this episode felt even more forced as that song being played during a "triumphant victory" right before the turn this episode took was really distracting. The tonal whiplash honestly kind of disgusted me. The song is great, but you don't have to play it in the middle of the episode just because it's an arc finale, guys. If it doesn't fit, then it doesn't fit. Don't force it.

Other than that blunder though, the first half or so of this episode is high quality standard fun so had I not known better and seen the clips and screenshots before watching the entire thing subbed, I never would've expected the episode to go full on depressing. Yeah, Kuaidul was mentioned to be dying in the previous episode but Yugioh hardly ever permanently kills characters and every other Go Rush villain was allowed to live.

Surely, I don't need to lose sleep over this. Surely they won't kill him on Christmas Eve when he's only existed as a character for like four months and has so much more to give us. Surely Kuaidul will be okay-

.....oh

....Yeah, for me, I don't think there's a worse feeling than anxiously dreading something will happen but trying to insist it won't happen and you're just having anxiety only to have your anxiety proven right... This was the perfect storm of despair to completely destroy me and me personally since Kuaidul is a personal comfort character, saved the second season for me after it went to shit, and my favourite in Go Rush so understand that that is what my bias is when discussing this episode.

I've already made a whole post defending the scene where Kuaidul forcefully tries to fuse with Yudias. To sum it up, it was a life or death situation and Kuaidul was acting out of fear/self-preservation, Yudias was willing (though yes he did leave this unvoiced at first), and Kuaidul did let go of the fusion and accept his impending death because the fusion would, to some degree, hurt Yudias. I wish the reason and extent to how much it would hurt Yudias was more clearly explained. Maybe some line about how Kuaidul's decaying form (or the thing that gave his body form) will start to make Yudias decay as well would've helped because personally, I found the explanation the episde gave to be vague and confusing. Yugioh has confusing logic at times but I've never questioned the logic behind sacrifices like these. Antinomy and Ai's motivations and reasons for sacrificing themselves both made sense and I never questioned why they did what they did. Kuaidul meanwhile, I don't fully understand why he HAD to die. The fusion would've hurt Yudias, yes, but how drastically? Would it have eventually killed him or just hurt a lot? What would this "fusion" even have entailed? This episode vaguely implied Kuaidul was straight up trying to possess him but it never quite fully said that? For all we know, he would've ended up a harmless spirit vibing in Yudias's subconscious like Yubel or Astral were because fusions like this are just not explained in Go Rush's universe. Yeah, yeah, "show don't tell" but the visuals didn't give a concrete answer either, at least not to me. It felt weirdly vague and confusing.

Also, side note, I won't dwell on this too much because someone has already posted about it but this:

This is messed up in a way that I don't think Go Rush, which is aimed at a younger audience, is equipped to handle and should not be Yudias's reasoning. "If it will save you from death" was enough of a reason. That captures Yudias's astonishing compassion and selflessness perfectly and is far more subtle and emotionally resonant. I hate the implications of this line and it genuinely made me extremely uncomfortable when I saw it.

Anyways, the sacrifice. Despite all the under explaining, I obviously still felt the weight of Kuaidul's sacrifice and emotionally, I understand it even I find myself questioning the semantics more than I normally would with scenes like these. I do think if we knew the extent to how much Kuaidul was willing to hurt Yudias in his moment of impulsive fear, then him deciding not to go through with it would have added even more to his character. Still, I think the fact that he was willing to let go and accept his death makes him a better character. I think that was the only way that forced fusion scene could have been salvaged. Because, yes, if the episode had ended with Kuaidul forcing Yudias to fuse, sticking with it, and essentially getting away with it, this episode would be worse. I... would probably still like Kuaidul but I would definitely feel uncomfortable to some degree. However, I personally am able to fully forgive him because I understand that it was an act of impulse by a dying man that, after thinking about, he did decide on his own not to go through with. The scene played out perfectly for what they were going for. They went a direction I wasn't expecting but the direction made sense (despite being under-explained to me) and was emotionally effective.

Speaking of emotionally effective...

Okay, I won't lie. The first time I saw this scene (purely through screenshots), I was actually pissed. It immediately brought to mind Akiza being forced to forgive her abusive father and I felt like they were not just pulling that crap again but having it be the final note an immensely important comfort character of mine went out on.

....but I was already a crying mess when I saw this and now that I've regained somewhat of a clear mind and seen the full episode, my opinion has changed completely. The Creator is NOT on the same level of Akiza's father, not in the slightest. I still firmly view him and Kuaidul as a father/son relationship since the Creator... ya know, literally created him and Kuaidul craving his validation very much came across to me as a neglected child craving their parent's attention/approval. That's not explicitly spelled out by the show but keep in mind this is how I view it. From what we saw, Kuaidul had valid reasons to feel neglected, most notably episode 77 where the Creator left Kuaidul behind despite his cries. However, upon actually seeing the hug scene in motion, I realised that Kuaidul wasn't the one who initiated the hug. The Creator was:

And to me, that makes all the difference. He's offering a hug, a symbol of forgiveness and acceptance, which Kuaidul accepted instantly, with no pressure from anyone which was my main problem with Akiza's situation, because validation from the Creator was all he really wanted this whole time. That's actually quite cohesive and I'm glad Kuaidul's motivation wasn't forgotten or changed. Do I still think Kuaidul deserved more? Oh, absolutely. The Creator should've apologised verbally in some way. Maybe Kuaidul didn't need him to but I the viewer did dammit. At least if this is both their final appearances and isn't leading into something down the line (the Creator could just use him again, or it could be revealed to be a hallucination fuck-). Whatever, this hug was enough for Kuaidul and at the time of writing this, the scene is their final scene in the show and if this is truly where it ends for them, then I'm glad that despite dying, Kuaidul got exactly what he truly wanted all along.

I could nitpick it and the entire show's implications about the Creator into oblivion if I really wanted to but... I don't. My favourite character had a cohesive sympathetic narrative with a payoff, which is more than I've gotten from some other Yugioh series. For what it is, I like it and it resonated with me emotionally, which is the goal of fiction.

In fact, that's my take on the entire episode: it's not exactly what I would've expected or wanted but I like it overall for what it is. The reason I resent this episode so much is almost purely personal and not reflective of the episode's quality. I have issues with the episode, as I mentioned, but it's a good episode overall. The script just needed some tweaks.

It's a good thing Konami and Entame are taking a break after this episode. They deserve it, first and foremost, and I don't know if I'll be able to return to Go Rush even after their breaks end. I want to know what happens next but it'll be... hard after being hit with something this upsetting so suddenly during an already rough time of the year for me.

I want to return someday, but not if any part of me is still instinctively hopelessly crying out for Kuaidul's return only to be disappointed.

#yugioh go rush spoilers #go rush spoilers #yugioh go rush #go rush #kuaidul velgear #yudias velgear #go rush episode reviews #my feelings on the creator situation go more back and forth than this post would indicate but in a bubble I still love the hug scene

[kerorowhump]

do you have a tag for all the changes the italian adaptation made? i'm curious about how much i missed from when i watched it dubbed

I do! it's "ita dub", however I'm still at ep 43 so it's not a complete view yet. The phrases are translated into english (I assume you're italian) but I did my best to preserve the meaning to explain to an english speaking audience what changed.

You definitely missed some stuff, it's not the worst adaptation in the world (it's one of the better ones) but it's not free from flaws, such as softening (changing death into something else), rewriting (occasional unexplained dialogue changes), omitting (every reference to the gundam franchise in the first season, every single reference to demons and god so far, but also extra specific japanese culture things at the director's discretion), lack of continuity and consistency (been told by a friend they call zeroro dororo in a childhood flashback, for example, not to mention the many times they don't mention something, lol), general occasional mistakes or additions.

I'm also trying to keep track of cut scenes by occasionally checking the broadcast to italia 1, but I don't watch all of it, only the clips that give me a hunch they might get cut.

So far, episodes I recommend you watch subbed rather than dubbed are 14, 36b and 140b. Maybe even 16.

Keep in mind I'm not infallible so I haven't checked literally every dialogue of every episode but there's a good amount of stuff in the tag!

Surprisingly I haven't seen the gay stuff cut or softened almost at all yet (we lost one phrase by tamama saying "mr sergeant's heart will turn away from me" but we gained him saying "MY sergeant" which was invented by the dub so you know, you win some you lose some). Speaking of that, for an example of how watching the dub changes your perspective of some episodes, in italian Tamama already knows Angol Mois upon first meeting, in japanese he doesn't. It italian, when Kururu is wrecking havoc and it's Mois' turn, the italian dub almost flips it so it sounds she knows what she's doing, in japanese she just reminds she hasn't had a turn yet. I have them all compiled anyway, no need for me to list them again here!

So ya, "ita dub", and let me know what you think. 😇

#ask

[thelonewolf48]

MSHD Episode 4 Season 3

As always, spoilers ahead!

I need to continue watching cuz dad isn't gonna watch anytime soon and I really don't want to get spoiled... more than I already have. So, let's watch!

This time I'm not watching with the English subs because I do want to make separated posts about the subs... But if you want me to check them or any particular dialogue, just let me now!

This will be my live reaction and not a rewatch! So, let's go!

Let me see if I understood correctly... After 3 episodes and probably like a week or maybe 2 weeks? A month? Both of them are already thinking of what to say to each other's families because oops, you know what? I'm not gay/into this woman? Excuse me. What?

And I see where they are going now! Not even a minute into the episode and they will have to keep pretending to be a couple or they will lose their LGBTQ+ investors... I'm.... Not even a full minute and I'm rolling my eyes...

WOW! For a hot second I forgot when Cynthia and Pablo got together! Then I remembered they're business partners with benefits....

They're not dating but they get possessive and jealous...

Ana and Mariana make a quite long(? I guess? Because I don't know how long it takes to reach there) travel by car and they don't use the air-con? RIGHT... RIGHT... But then, in the next wide-shot they windows are up... I see you editing errors, I see you! LOL

WE GOT LIKE ONE MINUTE OF THE MAIN PROTAGONISTS WTF!

Also, I feel a little bad for Victor... Like poor him, trying to make his father proud and just getting scolded by him. I feel you man, I feel you... And then he will fight with Tere, I'm seeing the future!

I still don't understand what's going on with Juan Carlos. Can someone explain me? I'm- I know maybe they doing this as a joke and so we can laugh at him a little but, it's not funny and we could cut it out and still would make sense

I feel absolutely disturbed with whatever it's going on that therapy? thing... WHY DO THEY HAVE TO DO THAT TO HIM? Is it meant to make him feel better? I would walk out deeply offended. Therapy or not, they shouldn't do that to him.

Disturbing and cheap writing and it's not even funny.

The gaslight Victor suffers, it's one very familiar. Is it a Mexican thing though?

And no, it's not a sign... and a relationship shouldn't start that way. Writers want to sell me that JC finds love after this whatever weird ass thing happened and that woman likes him because he cried?

The room that the lady gave our girls gives me war flashbacks to when my family and I used to go pass some days with relatives in quiet and really small town. We used to rent some house that was small, like it only had one room that acted as a living, dinning, bedroom, and kitchen and another that was a VERY small bathroom

Something like that, Mexican people might know around where I live now because of this lol But anyway, later on my relatives added more rooms to their house and eventually always stayed in a room very similar the lady gave them! (I miss those days)

Anyway... Don't tell me they have sex while drunk...PLEASE DON'T TELL ME... UGGHHHHH

I mean, I'm surprised Victor and Tere are the only adults these season... They communicate, they understand, they talk, they try to deal with stuff even when it's not easy.

Kudos to them!

"I like who you are. Well, what I'm getting to know about you" says that woman which name slips my mind to Juan Carlos... Errr, excuse me, you don't know him. He could be really bad for you! Never believe it! Run, JC, run! LOL

Drunk Ana is cute though.

She wants to write a romance novel, about her and Mariana. And she says it while looking at Mariana THAT way

AND THEY KISSED!!!!!!!!!LASKJDHFSJHDFJSDHFDS

AND THEY

I mean, once my sapphic/shipper heart recovered... I want to say this episode is just BAD. The only thing I can save from it is Victor and Tere. Cynthia and Pablo are just a mess too. JC jumps from woman to woman (like a person I know) while not finishing to process the break up and his failed marriage. Gives me the impression he just doesn't know how to be alone and love himself, he has to have someone to show him some love so he can move on.

And, fine! I love that my ship moved forward and kissed but I HATE THAT THEY HAD TO BE DRUNK AND AWKWARD THE DAY AFTER. If from here things changed, a little awkward but still moving towards love, fine... but if they throw me Ferran again and they go separate ways Imma flip.

#mshd spoilers #dfam #madre sólo hay dos #daughter from another mother #spoilers #Episode 4 #I'm not surprised but still disappointed #And if you find typos ignore them

[cielsosinfel]

reading log #19348239534867598y7

Last reading log update of the yeaaaaar... I actually read 74 library books to completion this year (counting comics, sewing/mending/needle felt books I read cover to cover, and also recipe books I actually got sucked into) (My library has a system for making lists of books, so it's a list that contains my actual borrowed books and non-library books I read that were still in their system... I did read some more books that weren't so the number is higher than 74)

Carmilla by Sheridan Le Fanu, ed. Carmen Maria Machado: I'd never read Carmilla before, though I'd engaged with a lot of media inspired by it or directly remixing it. I was excited because of Machado being the editor! Unfortunately I disliked Carmilla (the book) and Machado's editing was not what I expected. I was hoping for actual information on the historical context of the story, or asides about Le Fanu's life and how it might be relevant to the writing. But Machado's "editing" was actually kind of a story-within-a-story, setting up an alternate reality where Carmilla and Laura and the rest of the characters were real, living people (names changed), and vampires are real, and some other weird stuff. At the same time, there were VERY few of these footnotes expanding on this alternate world/historical timeline... so I didn't see the point.

Carmilla itself is such a dry, sexless novel for how much INCREDIBLY horny work it has inspired. Also, Laura is the first-person narrator POV for the entire book, but the actual dialogue and monologuing must be at least 70% various men (her father, the doctor, the general, the huntsman). Also several racist moments that amount to "dark-skinned foreigners are horrifying". Maybe if I had not read and watched better stories built off it, I would have gotten more out of reading it.

Carmilla by Amy Chu & Soo Lee: This is a comic about a Athena, Chinese-American homeless services social worker, investigating a string of deaths among homeless young queer girls, some of whom are her clients. The deaths are all connected to Carmilla, a hip club built in what used to be a Chinese opera house and a pillar of Chinatown's community. She gets tangled up with one young runaway, Violet, inviting her to crash at her place to keep her safe, and falling deeper into a toxic dynamic that pushes away Athena's own girlfriend (whom she lives with!!!) and drags her deeper into Carmilla's own history.

I would have enjoyed this a lot more if the pacing was not all over the place!! It's just... both the writing itself, the story beats, and the panel sequencing are honestly hard to follow and made the overall story much less enjoyable. It's using a vampire horror story as a foundation to explore the state of stigma against homeless people and also the gentrification of New York's Chinatown and the very mundane but all-consuming horrors therein, which I was into and wish the writing had been easier to follow to get more drawn into it. There's also a twist at the end regarding her family which didn't feel like there was nearly enough build-up to, for it to have any real emotional impact with the reader, and I have no idea if it was meant to set up a sequel that never came to fruition...

Moon of the Crusted Snow by Waubgeshig Rice: An isolated Anishinaabe community in the far north of Canada suddenly finds itself cut off from power and satellite, losing internet, TV, and phone lines, in the middle of winter. Slowly they come to realize that society has collapsed, that the power will never be restored, that the trucks that carry foods and goods to their far-flung community are not coming, and they'll need to figure out bringing their community together to fend for themselves and care for one another. (Spoiler: it does not go well.)

This is a book I would have been into a lot more if not for bouncing off the prose. It's very flat, and it's hard to get emotionally attached to the characters because we never really get anything of substance about their emotions and relationships to one another, besides things that are directly, plainly stated. There is one central narrator for the entire story, in what alternates between close third person POV and distant third person, but the narration also does that thing that bugs me, where for one or two sentences it will jump to a completely different character's internal thoughts, before jumping back to the main narrator.

I did really like how the author painted the cold, snow-buried landscape, and how the story built up to the characters realizing what was happening to the world around them, but never outright SAYING what happened. I also think there could have been more explanation, for why things fall apart so fast in the urban areas. The metaphors used to explain colonialism, ongoing threats of cultural genocide and the metaphorical and literal consumption of First Nations communities and resources by white Canadians was really well done.

There's a sequel coming out in February that I will be reading even though this book left me pretty cold (pun intended.)

#reading log #mine poste

[kitdeecat]

also, i just rewatched a whisker away and i can’t help but be disappointed whenever i watch that movie. do not get me wrong, it is cute and wholesome but i cannot fully love it. the dialogue (at least in the dub) can be awkward and out of place, and while it is a comedy, it chooses the wrong times to be serious and to be funny. i like the protagonists, their relationship is cute but it doesn’t feel substantial and genuine, but that can be excused because its young love and it doesn’t have to be ‘serious.’ the real reason their relationship suffers is because their characters aren’t compelling. in all, i enjoy the movie because of its chosen trope of ‘person turning into a cat’ (i wish more movies and media explored this; people compare this to the cat returns, which i adore, but all they really share is that trope).

#i think the reason why i walk away disappointed mainly is because there is so much room for potential #and i am sad because i like the premise of balancing between humanity and felinity #and sacrifice and the whole cat world and all of that #but the execution is lacking #i still need to watch the sub maybe the dialogue is better #the animation is okay and the music is pretty good #still recommend it to any catfolk since there isn't really any movies that handle this trope or being both human and cat #catchats #ramble #mewsings #text

[quindolyn]

giving james a rim job headcannons

Rim Job Headcanons || James Potter

Word Count: 1243

A/N: Hop you guys enjoy this! At least while i was writing it it felt different than my other headcanons and I formatted dialogue differently., get ready for a lot of sub James because I'm not in the mood to read and I miss writing about my baby

Warnings: anal fingering (male receiving), i believe this qualifies as oral the fuck do I know? degradation, praise, mommy!kink, dom reader, fem reader, mentions of pegging.

Masterlist

You guys use it as a way to prep him for pegging

Jamesie had no clue what pegging really was until you explained it to him one night when Sirius brought it up jokingly

You were sitting between his legs, pressed up against his chest when he leaned in so that his lips brushed the shell of your ear where he murmured, slurring his words

“(Y/N/N), what’s pegging?”

“We can talk about it later bubba, maybe I’ll give you a bit of a demonstration,” You mutter against the soft, warm skin of his neck, feeling him shiver under your lips, under your fingertips as they graze his carotid, “Would you like that pretty boy?”

“Yes,” He gulped under your touch, “Very much.”

Obviously once you explain what pegging is to the pretty baby he’s desperate to try it. He wants nothing more than to feel full, in fact he becomes obsessed with the idea nad spends every last minute begging for you to be inside of him

Poor baby doesn’t understand that you guys need to work on stretching him out before you can fuck him otherwise he’d get hurt.

When this concept is first explained to him he’s so fucking whiny

Almost whiny enough for you to threaten to completely take the option of pegging off the table entirely

And while you would enjoy torturing James like that you were looking forward to it too much for you to do that to yourself

Once James comes to know exactly what preparing for pegging entails he gets giddy

Explaining to him what a rim job is

And he gets all blushy like he did when you introduced him to the concept of pegging

When it comes time for it you get him on his hands and knees on the bed, he’s practically shaking with excitement and you have to smooth your palms over his hips

“S okay pretty boy, I know you’re excited but you gotta calm down for me, can you do that baby?” Your murmur gently as you smear delicate kisses along the curvature of his spine, the minute he took up his position on the bed he arched his spine, presenting his ass to you like the good slut you’d trained him to be.

Your request was met with frantic nods and you watched as James flexed the muscles in his back and legs, willing himself to stay still for you, to be good.

Once he finally stills you settle behind him on your knees with your your hands resting on the insides of his thighs, making sure they’re pushed apart enough so that you can comfortably position your head to line up with his hole

We need not get into the nitty gritty of prepping for the event because there’s magic for a reason: you're able to quickly and silently perform any number of cleaning and lubrication spells on he’s to make sure he’s clean and ready for you.

You smirk as you watch him struggle to contain himself, as he wiggles in his spot

But no matter how hard he tries he can’t help but arch his back just a little bit more, nonverbally begging you to touch him the way you promised him

Not exactly feeling benevolent you tease him because what’s more fun than teasing a needy baby?

Starting at his balls you work your way up to his ass, your licks teasing, pushing out only the tip of your tongue, providing only the most minimal of stimulation knowing it will drive him absolutely insane

Through his legs you can see his straining erection, begging to be touched, red, weeping head and distinct veins as beautiful as ever as his member twitches in accordance of each movement of your tongue

Like always James is so fucking whiny because he simultanesouly loves and loathes the teasing

But he’s determined to take the teasing like a good boy for you so the moans and whimpers and whines are muffled as he bites his lip and buries his face in the comforter

When you’ve decided he’s taken enough of the teasing you let your tongue start to breech his tight hole, gripping the globes of his ass

The novelty of it all accompanied by the feeling of James’ solid body under your hands and the noises emanating from those pretty lips of his send you into dom space

Everything arounds you seems to sharpen and come into focus but the most focused thing by far is James’ quivering body

He can only restrain himself for so long but as you begin to quicken your movements, swirling your tongue around his tight entrance before pushing deeper into him

Quickly his moans and whimpers accompanied by the occasional gasp as you adjust the movement of your tongue fill the room and they only serve to spur you on

You can’t help but squeeze his ass cheeks, one in each hand

The delight you take in the marks your fingernails leave on the soft skin is unmatched and you can’t help but hope that maybe those marks will sting just a little bit tomorrow when he sits down at the Great Hall for lunch and during Transfiguration against the unyielding wood benches

Quiet reminders of how good you can make him feel, remind him who he belongs to

The feeling of your tongue inside of him is unlike anything he’s ever felt

Occasionally when giving him a handjob you’d insert a finger or two but this is completely different

And so much fucking better

It doesn’t take long for you to get him achingly hard

He’s too overwhelmed by the pleasure you’re causing him by your tongue alone to ask for you to touch him but luckily for him you’re attuned to everything about him and you’re more than aware of his throbbing cock hanging between his legs

You reach around to grab his cock, squeezing his base before slowly working your hand up and down his shaft

Your pace agonizingly slow

But you’re finally touching him, he isn’t about to complain

It doesn’t take long before pleas are tumbling from James’ lips begging to cum

Telling you how good it feels

Pleading with you to take mercy on him and let him have his release

All the while pushing his ass back, needing more

“Please Mommy, need more, need your tongue, need to cum. Your tongue feels so good, please let me cum mommy, let me cum for you please.”

“Need more Jamie? Dirty little slut needs more?”

Every time you pull away to speak, whether it be to tell him what a filthy, pathetic slut he is or praise him for taking your tongue so well you insert two fingers into his ass, scissoring them inside of him, watching the way he shivers from the stretch of them

You flip him onto his back before you let him cum, keeping your fingers inserted inside oh him, the other hand pumping his cock as you finally grant him release and allow him to cum

“That’s it, that’s a good boy,” You coo, mesmerized by the way the way his face twists and contorts as rope after rope of cum lands on the hard planes of his abs, “Look at that pretty boy, you made a sticky mess f’me didn’t you?”

And the poor baby is too fucked out to respond

But that’s how you like him, nice and fucked.

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[archonoftears]

info: modern au! reader receives a package that helps her tease her boyfriend while he’s at work. 

warnings: 18+ smut, slight breeding kink (mentioned), lingerie, phone sex (kinda), pretty vanilla, no penetration, just description, a tiny bit of dom/sub (implied through dialogue)

word count: 1,626

authors note: umm head empty, thoughts only filled with laying in zhonglis bed and teasing him over the phone. i really can’t remove myself from modern au! with ceo daddy zhong. so here we are again. not gonna lie though, i found myself looking at dragon dildos yesterday and now i just wanna write dragon zhongli and sacrificial maiden. so maybe after i finish with the first chapter of my other fic i’ll get right on that. 

ps no beta, i just kinda got this out and edited it once. so sorry if any mistakes or issues.

please thirst with me if you want to!!

Glancing around your dining room table you felt defeated by the amount of packages staring back at you. You were surprised by the latest delivery of clothing you had received for PR from a few high end designers. You knew you shouldn't have been shocked, dating a CEO of a multi million dollar cooperation came with many perks. Yet you never imagined anything like this. Knowing the mess would only stay on the table if you didn’t start tackling it. You began opening up a few packages, finding bags and shoes. Even the latest spring wear from the major brand ‘Liyue Qixing’ sat in a box for you. Before setting your eyes on a more intricate looking box. Opening it to discover some of the most beautiful lingerie you had seen in a long time. Looking at the brand name ‘Scent of Spring’. You didn’t recognize it, but you were quite enamored with the pieces inside.

Forgoing opening any more packages you quickly gathered the items in the box and wandered off to the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend. Selecting a ivory and gold silk longline balconette bra, with matching thong, and harness. The gold tulle flowers that patterned the silk and lace were soft and delicate under your fingers. You couldn’t go a second longer without wearing the beautiful set. Quickly stripping off the clothes you were wearing and slipping on the lingerie. Loving the feel of the soft lace and silk against your skin. Staring at yourself in the mirror. 

‘This lingerie had to be designed by some deity who knew Zhongli’s taste.’ You thought to yourself as you admired the way the balconette bra exposed half of your breast and how the thong straps cut into the flesh of your hip in a sexy way, giving your body a more defined silhouette.

A light bulb went off in your head, walking over to grab your phone and opening the camera app, returning back to the mirror. Posing yourself quite provocative as you snapped several photos, dropping to your knees and taking a few more photos, before flipping through them. A coy smile playing on your lips as you went to call Zhongli.

Zhongli was startled by the sound of his phone ringing on his desk, glancing down to see your contact photo, a smile immediately forming on his face, he swiped to answer.

“Hello (name), is everything alright my dear?” Zhongli greeted as he turned from the documents in front of him and leaned back in his chair. You seldom ever called him when you knew he was going to be in the office all day, preferring to email him if you needed anything so he assumed this must have been important.

“Everything is fine, just calling to see what you were up to.” You greeted over the phone. Zhongli let out a small sigh, relieved that nothing was wrong.

“I’m just preparing for a meeting with Fatui Industries in a little bit.” Zhongli started, glancing at the clock to check the time. “What are you doing today my dear.” He asked, knowing you didn’t have much on your schedule today.

“Well I was going through some packages I received, you know the PR kind. It was mostly clothes from some nice designers.” You hummed, he could hear you twirling your hair in your fingers as you spoke.

“Oh really? Hopefully they sent things that are your style.” 

“That’s why I was calling actually. There was this one package, the clothes are really nice. But I think they’re more to your taste, and I wanted to get your opinion on them.” You confessed. 

“Of course, I can do that when I get home for you if you would like.” Zhongli replied, glancing at the clock noting that he had about 27 minutes until his meeting. “I should be done with work after I meet with Signora and Childe.”

“I’m actually sending you a couple photos right now, please check your email and tell me what you think.” He couldn’t put his finger on it, but you seemed awfully excited about all of this but he complied with your request.

“Of course, one moment.” Opening his email, quickly finding the one from you at the top and opening it, his eyes widening in realization as he enlarged one of several photos in the email. His voice catching in his throat as he examined it.

“Are the clothes to your liking, sir.” You cooed from the other end of the phone, knowing very well they were in fact to his liking. 

“Ms. (Name)..” Zhongli growled quietly.

“Yes sir?” You asked innocently, Zhongli aware of the game you were playing, but nevertheless here he was clicking on the next photo, feeling his pants grow tighter as he continued to view the photos. The one of you on your knees sending more blood rushing to his already aching erection.

“Are you being a good girl right now?” 

“I’m always a good girl Sir.”

“Are you? You don’t look to be acting like a good girl in these photos.”

“Then should I send you some more photos so you make sure I’m being good?” He could feel himself getting riled up just by the implications of what was being said.

“Well… I’ve already sent them so hopefully you don’t mind.”

Not needing to be told twice Zhongli refreshed his email inbox to find a new message. Opening it to discover new attachments. Slowly he clicked the first picture. Finding you not in front of the mirror in the bedroom anymore, but now on the black sateen sheets of the bed the two of you shared. Angling the camera in a way to show how you would look if he had you pinned down. You looked ravishing, from the way you let your cleavage spill out exposing your nipples, to the way you spread your legs. 

The next photo your hand was on one of your breast cupping and pinching the nipple. The next photo was taken lower, your hand was now in your panties clearly teasing yourself. And the final attachment was a video, it was no more than 15 seconds, but in those 15 seconds you show yourself pumping your fingers in and out of your pussy, before dragging your fingers out of yourself and licking the wet slick off your digits. Zhongli was taking deep breaths as he watched. His eyes following your every movement.

“Sir…” You moaned, lust lacing every syllable. “Do you think I look like a good girl in those photos?”

Zhongli couldn’t say anything for a moment. Letting the video replay itself over and over, his eyes finding new things to focus on each time it replayed. From the way your plump lips wrapped around your fingers or the way you quivered when you plunged your two digits into yourself. He just wanted to see you do more.

“When did being a good girl equate to acting like quite the little slut? Surely I’ve taught you better than that.” Zhongli replied firmly, as he adjusted the way he was sitting to accommodate his throbbing cock.

“This is what you’ve taught me…” the breathiness of your voice letting him know you were in fact still touching yourself as you replied.

“I don’t recall teaching you to send provocative photos to me while I’m at work.” He glanced at the clock again, 16 minutes until the meeting. Fuck. 

“Did they make you hard?” You asked suddenly.

He was not a liar, so he wouldn’t lie to you. “Yes they did…” 

“Did they make you want to come home and stuff your big. thick. cock inside of me.” The punctionaction of your words were breaking him down.

“Yes they did…”

“Master are you going to come home so I can show you how much of a good girl I am, when I’m milking your cock.”

“My Lily… I-” Zhongli wasn’t used to you being this forward with him.

“I need you to come home and fuck me now. Because if you don’t pump me full of your cum I might go crazy.” You whined your voice working wonders on his resolve. “Please… Please come home and breed me sir.”

One final weak glance at his clock showed he had 9 minutes before they would arrive.

You moaned again calling his name out through the phone, the thread holding his composure together snapping.

“You’re not allowed to cum until I get home do you understand.” Zhongli growled into the phone, quickly on his feet, grabbing his bag and making his way to the door of his office. “Do you understand?”

“Yes sir..!” You exclaimed.

“I hope you understand you won’t be walking for the next few days my Little Lily.” He warned before leaving the safety of his private office.

“Yes yes! Hurry please.” 

“I am.” Quickly saying goodbye and hanging the phone up  with you, while walking towards two approaching figures. 

“Mr. Zhongli goo-” Signora began, reaching her hand out to greet him, but he didn’t meet it.

“My apologies, there seems to be an emergency at home, can you meet with my assistant to reschedule.” Zhongli haphazardly explained. “Again my deepest apologies.” He finished, turning on his heel and b lining it to the exit. Letting the receptionist know that he was leaving and scrambling for the parking garage.

“What do you think his emergency was?” Signora stood bewildered where Zhongli had left her and Childe.

“Do you think everything is alright?

Childe seemed to be having the best laugh of his life as his colleague pondered the obvious.

“Trust me everything’s fine.” Childe said in between laughs. “We should probably reschedule for Monday, he’ll probably need the whole weekend off.”

“This is why I hate partnering with you, you’re too vague sometimes.”

#zhongli x reader #zhongli x fem!reader #zhongli x you #modern au! genshin impact #smut #imagine a big bed of black and gold sheets #a bed designed for a god #that's the bed i wanna be spread out on for zhongli #cakey cries #genshin impact x reader #rex lapis x reader #morax x reader #genshin x reader

[sunshineseung]

Journal Part 1 // Jeongin

🍄 | genre: smut ☁️ | pairing: Yang Jeongin x female!reader 🌿 | wc: 2.8k 🌸 | includes: milf!reader x babysitter!college student!virgin!jeongin, invasion of privacy (not the cardi b album), smut within the smut??? [handjob, begging, “mommy”], mentions of voyeurism, light dom/sub themes, “mommy” kink, teasing, stripping, blowjob/oral (m!receiving), no swallowing

☀️ | synopsis: Yang Jeongin babysits your two children, and he’s always been the most polite boy you’ve ever met. Unfortunately for him, he leaves his secret journal at your house one evening, and your curiosity got the better of you.

🌊 | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Finale |

Being a single mother was never in your plans. After your husband left you with two kids, your world nearly fell apart. You went from being a stay-at-home mother to working two jobs. The daycare took care of your dayshift, but your night shifts were harder to arrange a babysitter for. That is until you offered the position to your next-door neighbor’s son. They complained about how he was in desperate need of a job, being in his first year of college with no work history. Your offer was perfect for them, and Jeongin was happy to fill the position. He was always the nicest kid, and you could see his eyes light up at the idea of working for you, or more likely, at the concept of getting paid. 

He’d come over to your house at 5:00pm, book bag on his back, ready to do homework while he watched your kids play. Your two daughters were quick to warm up to him, and the rest is history. He was the best babysitter you could ask for, and even if you had to stay late at work, he was always understanding. Jeongin was a perfect kid with good grades and a good heart, and you’d always see him writing in a journal. When you asked him about it, he’d say he’s “writing a story for class.” It was always the same excuse, day after day. You paid no mind, more worried about the status of your kids after you’ve left them with a teenager for hours. 

Jeongin was very protective of his special journal. It was just a regular composition book, but whatever he wrote in it was sacred to him. He’d hide it from you when you walked by and hold it close to his face as he wrote. Whatever he wrote was his little secret, but if it’s for a class like he said, it can’t be that terrible, right?

🍓🍰🐤🍀💐🍯

Returning home from a late shift, you see Jeongin settled on the couch, sleeping with his phone in his hand. His head was back and his mouth was wide open, snoring loudly. You nudge him to wake him up, but he doesn’t budge. All you can do is scoff at him and check on your daughters in their room just as sound asleep as their babysitter. Going back to the living room, Jeongin’s turned to his side, snoring quieter than before. You sit right at his feet and get comfortable, kicking your feet up on the coffee table and turning on the TV. When your heel lands on the table, you kick over Jeongin’s journal, the book falling to the ground and opening to a blank page. 

Your eyes dart to Jeongin and back at the book, and you’re mentally debating whether or not to look through it. You’ve hardly talked to the boy aside from a few conversations about school in a “back in my day” type dialogue. This would be a major invasion of privacy, but there’s no way it’s a diary. He writes in it constantly, how would it be a diary? 

You pick up the notebook, looking at the cover that read “Yang Jeongin Journal 1” on the title lines. Skipping to the one of the first few pages, you read a couple lines, which turns into reading a paragraph, and later an entire page. The more you read, the more you begin to understand why he hid it from you while boldly writing in front of you. Your jaw hangs slack as your eyes glaze over the lewd words written on the page. Your mind is blown imaging the sweet boy Jeongin imagining these scenarios, especially when you realize that you’re the other character. 

Her hand feels like heaven wrapped around my cock, stroking me up and down as I quickly become breathless from the sensation. She looks into my eyes, staring me down like a predator watching her prey. Her touch quickly becomes overwhelming as my dick starts to twitch in her hand, begging to cum despite her only beginning to play with me. I thrust into her hand, hips quaking as I seat myself again. “Please let me cum, mommy.” Y/n laughs and nods her head, lowering her lips to my cock, ready to catch my release on her gorgeous face.

Seeing your name on the paper makes your heart jump. All of these dirty thoughts that Jeongin pens in his journal are about you. As you shuffle through the pages, your name is practically highlighted to your eyes. Every few pages, there’s a description of your body or what you wear, occasionally an imagine of you undressing in your bedroom window that happens to face Jeongin’s bedroom. Although you always keep your curtains shut, Jeongin’s writing describes him hoping that you leave your curtains open to put on a show for him, undressing slowly until you notice Jeongin jerking off in the house across the fence. 

You slam his journal shut. You’ve seen enough. Laying it down on the table as it was before, you attempt to calm yourself and watch the TV you’ve been craving to watch since you got off work. Despite your best efforts, your mind begins to wonder to Jeongin, sleeping quietly beside you, and how ecstatic he’d be if you’d reenact some of the scenes he wrote in his special journal. 

Jeongin groans and stretches, finally waking up from his nap. You tap his leg to signal that you’re home, and he nearly jumps out of his skin feeling you near him. He coughs as he sits up, pressing down his shirt to get out any wrinkles and fixing his hair that looks like a bird’s nest. 

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” You laugh, smiling brightly at him as if you weren’t just reading his book of sexual fantasies. “Did you have a nice nap?” 

“Yes, yes!” Jeongin fumbles over his words, worried that you’re about to fire him for sleeping on the job. “I’m so sorry! I promise I didn’t fall asleep until after the girls went to sleep.” He bows his head, sincerely apologizing for something any college student would reasonably do once work was over.

“No worries. I’m sure my girls were in good hands.” You reach for his journal and hand it to him, and he begins to turn a bright shade of red. He knows what’s in that book, but he assumes you’re still naive. “I almost used your little book as a footrest, so put this somewhere safe, okay?”

“Oh, sorry about that. I didn’t mean to leave it out. I was just writing in it until I fell asleep.” He grabs his bookbag and shoves it in gently. 

“Wow, you write in that thing a lot.” You cross your legs and you face him, totally ignoring the television show at this point. “How long have you had that assignment for class?” 

You clearly caught him off guard. He seems confused before he remembers his lie, widening his eyes once he realizes that he’s about to dig himself into a hole. “Oh, it isn’t just one assignment. It’s for my creative writing class.” 

“Ah, I had a creative writing class too.” If he was going to lie to your face, it was only fair that you rebuttal with another lie. “Can I read some of what you wrote? Maybe give you some critique?”

Jeongin’s mind went blank. He broke out in a cold sweat. If he lets you read it, his life will be over, but on the other hand, if he doesn’t let you read it, it will look sketchy since it’s just supposed to be innocent writing for a freshman level college class. 

“Uh, it’s a little personal.” He’s adamantly avoiding eye contact with you, looking anywhere but your face. “I don’t think that would be appropriate since you’re my next door neighbor.” 

“Not appropriate, huh?” You can’t help but smirk, and out of the corner of his eye, he sees the sideways smile grow on your face. His heart begins to dip as he finally starts to connect the dots, thinking that his job, no, his existence as your neighbor could end within a matter of minutes. “What’s so inappropriate about wanting your neighbor, who is over ten years older than you might I add, to sit on your face and call you her baby boy? Hm?” 

Jeongin is frozen in place. He’s been outed. All of his wildest sexual fantasies have been revealed to the woman he wants to do them with. Knowing you’ve read his journal at least a little bit, he can’t help but get hard under his joggers, mentally cursing himself for wearing them once he notices your eyes drift to the tent in his pants. 

“Sorry, but curiosity killed the cat on this one.” You scoot closer to him, taking his hands in yours and rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand to warm him up. “I can’t believe my neighbor’s cute little son grew up to be such a dirty minded boy that can’t keep his thoughts in his head, but has to put them on paper so he can read them and imagine his neighbor fuck him again and again.”

“How much did you read?” Still with his head down, he squeaks out the question that’s been running through his mind since you started teasing him with your words. 

“I read enough.” You remove one of your hands from the hold and perk his chin up so he has no choice but to look at you. His eyes are sparkling with lust as you’re just centimeters from his face. “Tell me, Jeongin, what do you want me to do to you?”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

He pauses to ponder and collect his thoughts. Everything he’s ever imagined is running through his read: the pet names, the toys, the punishments, the pleasure. It’s all too much, and he can hardly speak another word before you pet his face, holding his head in your palm as he shyly presses his cheek into your hand. 

“M-mommy,” he had never said that word out loud to you before, “can I strip for you?”

“All for me?” You smile, gladly accepting this offer. “Go ahead, baby boy. Show mommy what she’s been missing.”

He removes himself from you and stands up, timidly facing you as you lounge back on your couch. His shirt goes first, being neatly tossing onto the couch where he once sat. His fingers fiddle with the hem of his sweatpants before he pulls them down, showing you his bulge that’s painfully pressed against his tight boxer briefs. He’s bigger than you expected him to be, but that’s welcomed in your eyes.

You hold your hand out, stopping him before he can pull down his underwear. Standing up with a groan, you walk around his body, eyeing him up like he’s a buffet. One of your hands gently grabs at his ass, squeezing the skin between your fingertips and making him whine. You bite your lip when you hear him, sounding cute as a button despite the situation. From behind, you pull him back to you and run your hands around his body to feel his toned abs, finally moving upwards to tease his erect nipples. You feel him take a deep breath to calm himself, but when one hand pinches his nipple, he whines again, louder this time.

“Quiet, baby. You don’t want to wake the girls, do you?” When you whisper in his ear, all of the thoughts leave his head. You’ve hardly touched him and he’s dumb, and as embarassing at it is, he loves feeling helpless in your arms. “I haven’t seen another man like this in ages. You’re exactly what I need right now, Jeongin.” 

“Y-you need me?” He can hardly believe that you’re just as horny over him as he is for you, although his longer dates back far longer than just an hour or so. You hum in his ear as your hands slide down his torso to his cock, palming him over his underwear. He hisses and moans from the lightest stimulation. His reaction to all of your touches is perfect, and you can’t wait to see how he reacts when you’re riding him or sucking him off, although you could do anything to him and he’d be thankful. 

You remove your hand from his cock and pull down his underwear, finally seeing his length in all its glory. He gasps from how fast you undress him, but at the same time, he loves being on display for you. As much as he wants to hide his erection out of reflex, he holds his arms to the side tightly, allowing you to come in front of him and take in the view. 

“Jeongin, are you a virgin?” As embarrassing at it is, he nods and holds his breath, waiting for you to answer. “Aw, my pretty little boy’s never been fucked? That must be why you’re so infatuated with me.” 

You get down on your knees so you’re eye-level with his cock, now red and angry, begging to be sucked. Although your skills might be a little rusty, if your ex-husband’s reviews were any indication, you were about to blow this kid’s mind. With a little lick, he’s whining and staring down at you as you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock before moving back again and wrapping your hand around him like he’s always imagined. 

“Do you want to sit down?” Your voice sounded so calm and gentle, it was honestly shocking to Jeongin since he could hardly speak at all. He nods, and you take him to sit back on the couch. He spreads his legs for you to sit in between, once again jerking him off with one hand while the other plays with his balls. You kiss the tip before taking his member into your mouth, bobbing your head only around the tip. 

Jeongin’s convinced himself that he’s dreaming when he looks down to see your face moving up and down the very top of his cock. It feels so good, better than he could have ever imagined, and surely better than his hand. As you slowly start to take him more into your mouth, he’s clutching onto the couch cushion for dear life. He gets close very fast, tapping his thigh with one hand to try to convey that he’s about to cum. Quickly catching on, you take him fully into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat, almost making you gag. 

After a few twitches of his cock, you feel him cumming down your throat as he moans out expletives from the overwhelming sensation. When he’s finally done, you pull your mouth off of him and let his cum drip out of your mouth and onto your chest, which was still covered by your button-down work shirt. When Jeongin finally opens his eyes, he’s greeted by you lazily resting your head on his thigh, looking up at him, waiting for him to come back down to Earth. 

“Ah, thank you, mommy.” In his post-nut state, the name he’d given you leaves his lips more hesitantly, but he knows that’s what you want to hear. Looking up at the clock, he notices that it’s past his self-determined bed time, but he’s still dazed enough to not care, at least for a moment. “That felt so good.” 

“And maybe tomorrow night we can do more, hm?” You slide onto his lap, his soft cock resting between your thighs. “I’d love to ride my baby boy and finally take his virginity… only if you want of course.” 

“I- … Yes, I’d love that.” Before he can say another word, you kiss him on the lips, and despite them just being around his cock, your kiss is sweet, and he needs more of it. Trying to avoid a make-out session, you pull away and get off of the boy’s lap, telling him to get dressed and go home so you can both sleep.

Your goodbye to him is the same as always, waving as he walks back home, but knowing what’s going to transpire tomorrow night, you can’t help but finish yourself off after being all worked up from Yang Jeongin. You decide to save your panties from today before you get into the shower, because they’re absolutely drenched and you’re sure Jeongin would love to have them for when he’s home alone. 

After pleasing yourself in the shower, you peek out your bedroom window. Just as you had hoped, Jeongin’s curtains were wide open, and he was beating his cock with one hand and sucking on his fingers with the other. He was clearly thinking about you by how he’d had his journal sitting next to him opened to a random page. 

You sleep good that night, pleased and excited for tomorrow. Although you were always the submissive one, you came to realize that maybe being the one in control was just what you needed. 

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[bread0nhead]

I really liked the sub drop scenario you wrote some time ago and I wanted to know if you would like to write something similair because your smut is very good and I enjoy reading it a lot ;)

Maybe a really hot time with hard dom levi with a female s/o (you write amazing) were she uses her safe word? Idk if you know what a safe word is but thats a word you say when you want it to stop because you are maybe in to much pain or something :)

Have a amazing evening:))

Amantes sunt amentes (18+)

Thanks for the request anon!! It makes me so happy to know you have been enjoying my work :)

Levi x f!Reader

Rating: M18+ - seriously, do not read if under the age of 18 or easily triggered.

*currently unedited*

The strain on sitting on the backs of your legs for as long as you have starts to get to you. The constriction of your tight corset is only adding to the level of difficulty. A thick silk ribbon crosses on the side of your mouth, thwarting any future dialogue. But none of these caused as much discomfort as the pooling wetness admits your thighs. You look back on what brought you to this carnality.

Levi sat at the head table, glaring at you while the other cadet had the audacity to flirt with you before him. Sure, you weren’t out with the truth of your relationship, but Levi still found it as disrespect. But it wasn’t the fellow male cadet flirting with you to be the disrespectful one. It was you, who toyed with the flirt while mainting eye contact with Levi. You challenged Levi, dared him to do something- expose your relationship before everyone to show ownership of who you belong to. You dragged your eyes away and returned them to the flirtatious fellow and pulled him close into you while you whispered in his ear. Levi’s blood was boiling- how he wanted to throw you on the table and tame the brat you are. Levi got up from his seat and walked over to you with the most stoic of expression. His hand gripped the top of your shoulder and leaned down into you- close enough so only you could hear.

“Up in my room, now. When I get up there, you better be on your knees, gagged and waiting for me like a good girl.”

His words played relentlessly in your mind. “When I get up there.” The when currently held the majority of your focus. You have been waiting for over an hour. Finally, you hear the door unlatch and any discomfort was replaced with relief and excitement. Levi stepped in and was instantly welcomed with you on your legs waiting patiently for him at the door, like some puppy waiting for it’s owner. Levi gave a hum then proceeded to walk right past you. You turn your head around and find that Levi has started to boil of kettle of water, and grabbing for his tea. You were left confused, was not in the mood? Is he actually mad? Or is this a form of torture for the games you played earlier? While he waited for the water to boil, Levi grabbed the chair from his desk and placed it in front of you. Still not speaking a single word. The kettle screamed for his attention, and you heard the clinking sounds his prepping his tea. You continued to wait patiently- dreading each second. Levi sat down in the chair before you with his legs crossed and taking sits from the teacup. His eyes bored into you, never faulting from the constant gaze. Your legs rubbed together, trying to feel some stimulation. Levi kicked apart your legs and pressed his boot on your clothes cunt. You let out a yelp in surprise as you watched his grin form.

“That was pretty brave of you, Kitten. Playing such shitty games. Well it’s my turn to play a game.”

His boot pressed harder down and started to twist and turn- treating you like nothing but an insect. You felt humiliated, but equally as turned on. Levi finished his tea and got up to set the cup down on the nearest table.

“I need to train that mouth of yours to behave- to only whisper in my ear.”

Levi removed this belts and straps, and proceeded to drop his pants and freeing his stiff cock. A single clear bead peered out from his tip and drooled down to the floor. His right hand gripped his base, giving it a few pumps. His other hand gripped the crown of your hair yanking you up on your knees. You inhaled sharply and craned your mouth as wide of you could- knowing what was to come next. Levi shoved your mouth around him, giving you no ability to breath easily as his length took up residence in your throat. You choked and gagged at the sudden invasion, which only made your warm throat roll and constrict around him. The tightness of your maw made Levi’s eyes roll in the back of his head and produce a low groan. He would pull back on your hair, then shove you face back down. Eventually he grabbed onto both sides of your face to abuse your mouth. You gagged and moaned around him, adding to even more pleasure. He face fucked you until his thick white ropes filled your stomach from swallowing every single drop.

Your body collapses to the floor as you gasp for air. The back of your hand drags across your mouth, collecting your spit and wiping it away. Your attention gets drawn back to Levi as you hear his redress and start to walk to the wooden chest at the end of his bed. The creaking sound of wood and brass send a chill up you spin as he opens the container. Only you and him know the contents of that box. You love the echoing sound from when the lid slams shut and reverberates through the room. For what comes next, is always unforgettable.

“On the bed, and spread your arms and legs.”

The snapping sound of rope being pulled in his hands sends a wave of pleasure to your core. You stride to the bed, giving a show with each strut.

“On your stomach.”

You do just as he says, you lie facedown and strep your arms and legs into an ‘X’ position. The sound of rope dragged against the bed posts and wrap around your limbs being tightly tied off. You attempted to move, assess the situation and if you would be able to escape. Of course, any knot by Captain Levi is solid, you can barely move an inch. Gentle kisses work their way up your body starting from the small of your back to the shell of your ear.

“What’s the safe word?”

You swallow a lump in your throat- the contraction in his tone is so different from just moments ago. His question is soft, caring, he is genuine when it comes to your safety.

“....strawberry....” your voice is meek as your eyes flutter shot.

A sudden sharp smack to your left ass cheek flares up your nerves, sending a long moan from your lungs. Levi smacks your again, this time on the right side.

“Count.”

Levi smacked again having you wailing again.

“O-one...”

The second smack, this time it’s harder and has a grip at the end.

“Two!”

The third smack starts to sting.

“Three!”

The fourth smack and your sure you will be brushing tomorrow.

“F-four!”

The firth smack Levi was being cheeky with. He gently rubbed circles on your ass before slapping you with fever.

“Five!”

This continued until you counted up to 30. Your whole rearend was swollen and bright red. The stinging did not faulted once. You were panting and your sex was yearning for him, your wetness soaked your panties beckoning Levi in.

“That loser would never be able to get you wet like this.”

Levi dragged two fingers over your cunt, collecting some of the juices. His other hand gripped onto the sides of your underwear and pulled it to the side. Once your core was exposed to Levi, he dipped two fingers into your entrance, loving the erotic squelching sounds. His fingers fingers inside, pressing up against your walls. He could feel the way your body naturally sucked on his digits, pulling him in. The feeling had him cussing under his breath. Levi pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his tongue. His tongue lapped you up, tasting everything you had to offer. His hand reached under and played circled on your clit, sending you wild. His tongue dove inside twisting inside of you. Levi was going fast and strong- forcing your body to jerk and shiver. His free hand reached up and cupped one of your breasts playing with the pert nipple. He was playing with all your pleasure points. He could feel your begin to creep closure to your release, and just as you were about to hit your high- he stopped.

Levi kept doing this until you were sobbing to cum. Five times to be exact. Levi’s cock was stiff as ever again, precum was oozing down his shaft as he watched your cunt pulsate around nothing- wanting to be filled. His touch fell gentle as his right hand slowly smoothed up your back. His hand stopped just at the nape of your neck, gripping on and yanking your head back. Levi ghosted his lips to your ear, dragging his tongue on the shell.

“Who do you belong too?”

“You! I belong to you! I’m so sorry I was being such a brat! Please, take care of me!”

Levi’s hand snakes to the front of your throat and tightened around your airways. The same time his hand yanks you back, his cock plummeted inside. You scream from the sudden fill, and Levi takes his other hand and slaps it over your mouth to quiet you down. One hand stays on your throat and the other on your mouth as his hips snap into you. Your arms and legs still tied down. Levi abuses your body like a whore as he ruts himself inside of you with fury. You can hear him grunt and swearing, saying such harshly erotic things. Levi is thrusting so fast that the friction of the rope burns your skin and you can see blood begin to stain the restraints. His hand tightens around your throat more, but his other hand abandons your mouth to shove your face into the pillow. Levi fucks into you like his cock could burst through your stomach. The lack of air starts to collapse your mind, and rope burn distracts you from the sexual pleasure. Tears prickle up in your eyes. Levi does not take notice to your quiet crying or the new shade of red. His fucking is moving the whole bed. You didn’t want to say it, you wanted to fight through it.

“Strawberry!”

It’s like time has stopped completely. But when you finally move, you realize it was Levi. He completely detaches himself from you and is wide eyed. He scans your body frantically, riddled with guilt. Once he sees the blood around your wrists and the purple necklace around your throat, all he can feel is remorse. Levi makes haste to remove the restraints and pull you into a hug.

“Shit! I am so sorry. I fucking lost control. I’m such an asshole.”

Levi coddled your face and used both thumbs to wipe away your tears while kissing your cheeks. Each sniffle tugged on his heartstrings.

“It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean it, and your not an asshole.”

Levi rolled next to you and pulled you down into his chest. He rubbed your back and strached gently as your sculp knowing those are your comforting spots. He tried to stop looking at your wounds, he was kicking himself mentally for hurting you. You caught a glimpse of his ruth expression and peppered kisses all over his face.

“Hey. I know you love me, and would never intentionally hurt me.”

You kissed Levi on the lips and pulled away with a soft smile. You returns back but with time with passion as your tongue dipped between his lips in search for his own. The kiss became hot, lighting up the passion once again. Levi gently caressed the back of your head before slowly flipping you onto your back. His kiss broke free from you to trail all across your body. He looked into your eyes seeking confirmation to continue, with a nod, Levi sunk himself back inside of you.

“You’re right. I do love you.”

/END

#levi ackerman x reader #levi shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan levi #aot levi #captain levi #levi x reader #levi smut #levi ackerman

[gayregis]

right away sorry if this gets too ranty I've just been Thinking lately and i feel like twn is such a good example of like. this idea that Real and Good film and television can only be made by Hollywood i guess? like there's even this polish saying that roughly translates to "you praise the foreign and don't know your own" which gets made fun of a lot but also. it's very true imo. like i still wonder what could've been if actual good polish filmmakers were entrusted with making a new witcher (1/?

and it would've been such a good opportunity for like. one showcasing that there Can be good art and entertainment made locally and two some genuine cultural exchange. like i know its too big of an idea for Capitalism™ but if there was a well made polish-language show on international Netflix like. idk i feel like maybe that could spark some interest in like broadening peoples horizons and changing their views on what fantasy looks like etc and its just frustrating that there wasnt even a chance

i really agree. i have been dreaming recently about what my ideal "visual adaptation" of the witcher would look like, and what i've come up with essentially is something like the polish audiodramas set to 2D animation by fans of the witcher. subs, not dubs, i guess?

audiodramas

gilthoniel1173 on youtube has uploaded many select clips of the audiodramas, translated them and set them to pictures. amazing work and i highly recommend this.

i really value the majority of sapkowski's prose, though there are faults with the witcher, his prose really has a marvelous quality to it and i am trying to think of a way to keep this intact. something like the audiodramas in which there are narration may be the best way to go, with subtitles so that

animation

it's the sort of thing i think about like, hey, if i had netflix's budget (approx. $70 to $80 million, [dies]), how would i make the witcher adaptation?

disclaimer: i hesitated to @ artists because i feel like it sends the message that i am saying, "hey you, specifically, should do this idea for free, also btw, i only see you as a witcher fanartist and nothing more :)" this is not my intention, what i want to do here is just want to bring light to these artists in the community and the work they have done, both witcher-related and original work (and i hope that i am in no way defining them as 'only-witcher' artists). additionally, this is in no way suggesting that i don't want to involve any artists i did not mention or that i do not adore the work of other artists in the witcher fandom, these are just the immediate two i think of when i think of animating the witcher.

i imagine it in the style of @paticmak , @astrolunos , @johix because they have done just such gorgeous art of the witcher... <3 (i hope everyone reading knows of these artists already, but if you do not, please check out their work and support!)

paticmak's cherry vodka, an original animation which you should watch: [x]

paticmak's witcher fanart: [x]

astrolunos' animations, including geralt and ciri from sword of destiny and yennefer and ciri from blood of elves: [x]

astrolunos' witcher fanart: [x]

johix's jadýrko, an original interactive story which you should check out: [x] [x]

johix's art (some ship and ns/fw): [x]

specific witcher pieces from these artists that i think about:

[paticmak / "The witcher drawings redraws and sketches"]

[astrolunos / slavic-inspired outfits]

[astrolunos / "yen and ciri’s room, ellander"]

[johix / geralt and dandelion at beltane (ship)]

other major inspirations in my dreams of this:

studio ghibli movies (spirited away and howl's moving castle)

independent animators like felix colgrave (double king)

laika studio animations (kubo and the two strings)

gobelins studio (sundown)

embracing the roots, introducing diversity

my main point in this section is that i believe the polish & eastern european culture of the witcher is essential to it, at the same time i also value diversity and uplifting people of color. i do not believe that these two concepts are in conflict with one another! a discussion simply needs to be held, which is something that netflix did not do because it had few eastern european voices on the set, and kept the voices of color it did have down.

something netflix failed to do is acknowledge the witcher's cultural origins... at all. really, at all. in the writing, in the dialogue, in the set design, in the character and fashion design... and they had the opportunity to do this. this is massively disappointing and thoughtless.

my goal would be to bring polish & other eastern european writers who are fans of the witcher to work through the prose to tell the story. i would also like to have female and lgbt voices in this because the witcher has some elements that are...! disconcerting, let's just say. as we saw with lauren, having a woman in charge doesn't immediately make things not misogynist anymore, somehow she added to the misogyny of the witcher. but i think this is still a step in the right direction. additionally, this writing process would NOT look like writing fanfiction. it would really be going through and working with the artists and translating the prose, deciding what should be kept and what should be left out (some things like forest gramps should be left out, wouldn't you agree?).

new scenes could be added, but they would just have to be done for a reason. i believe the 2002 hexer did this somewhat-successfully in scenes such as this one, in which they develop relationships between characters just that little bit more and add to the pathos of the witcher (which is quite direct and does not "loiter" upon many things!)

i would also really value the voices of set designers, fashion historians, food historians, and cultural anthropologists who are from + study poland & eastern europe because i believe the history and culture should be integrated into the witcher and appreciated, demonstrated in a positive and celebratory light to the world, without doing so in a cultural appropriation-like manner (in which elements are just taken without any knowledge of where they are from and what context they hold). also, yes, the witcher is not a historical fantasy - but its setting is inspired by history and it would be rewarding to see a visual fantasy universe that is not based in english culture!

i think the witcher community is really vast and holds many opinions... this is both a good and bad thing, because "the witcher fandom" includes both people of color and like, white supremacists. i will say that i wouldn't want the latter working on the project, just saying. i would like to see designs of color for the cast of the witcher (i have done a few but hesitated to post them, lol) and sensitivity readings, NOT just diversity for views like netflix performed, but diversity that empowers, makes sense, and isn't "people of color are in this, they are either white-passing or just there to support the white characters." ... i also would like to think about how we approach diversity, as in, designs/casting of color should not be relegated to insignificant or evil characters, the good protagonists could be people of color. i would also like to think about and avoid problematic tropes such as when white characters in a media teach and "civilize" a young person of color, or when "monsters" or non-human characters are cast as people of color... i think people of color should be given roles in which they are in control, powerful, desirable, and good. we need to think about the message we send. in the end, my goal would be "genuine cultural exchange" as you said.

additionally: i think involving jewish and indigenous (broad terms, but i mean them to be broad) voices specifically in conversations about writing would be significant because sapkowski made some decisions in the witcher which can come off as offensive to these groups in particular (regarding the parts of the story about elves, dwarves, gnomes, dryads, and specific characters such as yennefer and regis).

music

honestly, not many thoughts here! can we really get any better than the soundtrack of the witcher 3? cdpr has many faults, but their music is not one of them in my opinion.

afterthoughts

i was displeased to learn that alik sakharov left twn because of not being appreciated and instead being fought on his writing, but i feel a project like this would actually value input like his instead of kicking him out and citing "creative differences"

what is really the most significant thing to me is good writing and ciri's relationship with her parents, because i believe these being taken away is one of the things which was most painful about netflix's "adaptation."

#ask #anon #the witcher #sorry if this is a big post but ive just been dreaming for a while. lol #long post /