#The Fist of Mars

[posthumanwanderings]

Zone of the Enders: The Fist of Mars (Winkysoft / Konami - GBA - 2001)

[yume-fanfare]

i could get so much stuff done were it not for my debilitating obsession with fictional characters

[pyralart]

I was planning on having the two next pages ready for tonight so I could keep my 2 pages every 2 weeks schedule but work has been chaotic so instead have an angry Luz. Pretend I just said it's her fault.

Hopefully I'll have the second page done this week-end! I'm halfway done but got a little bit ambitious

[uhhhitsme]

thinking so hard about agent curt mega i sort of am losing my shit because he just cares so much. about saving the world. about other people. about being the saviour he thought he was always meant to be. about owen. and how throughout the show we see curt struggle so much trying reckon with all that feeling, that vulnerability, and ultimately that grief. and his humanity.

right from the moment the curtains part, and we meet curt, we are greeted by the the thing that defines most of curt's personhood---his cool, cocky persona as a spy. as a hero, in his eyes---throwing himself into the heat of action to defeat the bad guys, "overthrow" an evil power, "save the world again." he and owen handle bombs and murder men like its nothing, grinning as they fight guards and are pursued by enemy agents. they're the definition of confident, competent, strong. the best in the field. its the thing he takes most pride in, boasting about his success and skill, actively making things harder for himself and owen just for the fun of it. he presents himself entirely as this one dimensional character---the good guy. the one who gets things done, who saves the world, the brave, daring hero of this story that you trust to do the right thing.

and then owen falls. and in one, full swoop, that image---that thing that curt prides so much of himself on---is blown to bits. because owen falls, and its his fault, and seeing the body of his partner laying broken on the ground is too much for him to bear, so he runs. he isn't brave. he isn't selfless. in the one moment that it really, truly mattered, he could not save the man he loved. he could not do the right thing. he wasnt the person that he had so desperately tried to be. and i think that haunted him, afterwards---that moment of selfishness, that moment where he was a coward. he ran and left his partner behind to save his own skin, because he was afraid, and he didnt know what to do. because at the end of the day, he's not just a tool for his government or this flawless, incredible spy. he's human, and he made irredeemable mistakes, and theres nothing he can do to fix it.

so when he comes back to spying, when he gets that second chance to try again---he wants to escape his humanity entirely. he refuses to acknowledge his fear, refuses to let go of what is ultimately a hopeless mission, is cocky and brash and everything he thinks a spy needs to be. he can't let himself feel, can't let himself acknowledge his emotion, cant let him confront how much he cares, because thats what made him kill owen. he can't live with being anything other than that untouchable hero he has always tried to be. at his core, he wants, desperately, to be good. to be the man that the world looks up to, righteous and fearless and the protector you can rely on, the american hero---not the deeply flawed, deeply human gay man he is, who would be shunned and criminalized if anyone knew. he needs to be good, to mean something, so much that he cannot bear trying to be anyone else.

and so he tries, and tries, and tries. and it ends with a bullet in the brain of the man he loves, and a mission he was always doomed to never complete, and the failure of not being the person he never could've been in the first place. he cared. so much that it made him unravel.

[mobblespsycho100]

Me: I am so full of love in my heart. peace and love on planet earth 💌💓💕💞💗💝🩷🫶🥰

Some guy who is wrong: Shuro is a bastard ableist neurotypical asshole who HATES laios (my white autism baby boy baby son not a grown man who is friends with him and communicated and stopped fighting him 🥺🥺🥺) and also cis straight alloromantic/allosexual man

Me (suddenly possessed by the spirit of Namari and her epic dwarf fellow daddy issue haver protective fighting spirit autism) : ... CALL AN AMBULANCE, 🚑🚨🩸 BUT NOT FOR ME 💥💥💥🗡️🔪👊🎒👎🦵💪🥋💣🪃🤯🔫🌋‼️⁉️❗‼️ NO MORE MR. NICE GUY LET'S GO TOSHIRO RELEASE UR INATTENTIVE TYPE ADHD + AUTISM + ANXIETY ASIAN ELDEST SON (DAUGHTER) RAGE RAHHHH 🗣️⚔️🗣️🍜🗣️⚔️🗣️🍜🗣️‼️‼️‼️

[tweexcore-undrgrnd]

A one-page on The Mars Volta by Q magazine (2003)

available in clearer pdf here

[that-metalhead-ace]

Process of a Crüe drawing im working on, realized i made Vince and Mick look like they're gonna beat the shit out of you:

[appalachianapologies]

I’m cackling PLEASE tell me about ‘this man is going to have problems!!!!!’

asdfkjdskjfjk okay so this is the working title for my The Martian fic that i wrote literally 95% - 99% of in january of 2022 and have STILL NOT FINISHED and it bothers me more than i'd like to admit that i cannot find the right way to end it. i wrote 7k words and then shrugged and said "okay well all i need is like 300 more words to conclude it!" and then got stuck there for over two years. and now i'm writing my thesis on mars, so mark watney has clearly gotten the last laugh here.

I'm not sure if you're familiar with The Martian, but here's some fun words from that fic regardless :D

I’m going to go back home. Back to a planet that isn’t actively trying to kill me at any given moment.

And just like that, all of the fight leaves me in an instant.

I feel so unbelievably naked, and that’s not just because I’m sitting on a cot wearing only my boxers. It’s like a switch has been flipped in my brain, and all I can think about is Earth.

Home.

“...ney. Dammit, Mark!”

Swallowing, I look up. Beck’s hand is on my shoulder and he’s closer to my face than he was just a second ago.

At least, what I assume was a second ago.

Who actually knows?

“Holy shit,” I mutter, looking at Beck. “I’m a fucking mess.”

There’s a quiet breath of relief when Beck realizes I’m speaking to him, but he still doesn’t pull his hand off of my shoulder. “Honestly Watney, I think that’s an understatement.”

[holographic-mars]

hehe >:) just you wait

BLIGHT. BLIGHT OH GOD. OH GOD BLIGHT NO . NO BLIGHT. NO

[posthumanwanderings]

Zone of the Enders: The Fist of Mars (Winkysoft / Konami - GBA - 2001)

[yume-fanfare]

>remembers i have basic installed

>listens to ep:link - deathmatch chapter 8

>closes app

[grineerios]

finally designed some pre-zariman clothes for Kaine that I don't immediately hate! :D also toddler kaine my beloved

[videogamepolls]

Requested by anon

[jjohhuii]

cyl robin dropping when im busy today is so cruel. love my baby though he looks so dapper !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[dijeh]

Virgil, Aeneid

trans. Stanley Lombardo

[sailortongue]

Consolation Prize

pairing: kenji sato x reader

summary: kenji sato doesn't handle losing well, but if your body is the consolation prize then maybe it's not so bad

wc: 2k

cw: porn with, like, a teaspoon of plot, oral (m receiving), pinv, praise, unprotected sex, breeding kink

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You watched as the timer on the scoreboard ran out, signifying the end of the game and subsequently the Giants’ loss. It was a rare loss, one that would definitely have Kenji in a sour mood. He prided himself on being the best of the best and didn't handle losing very well, especially not to a rival team.

The ride home was a silent one. You glanced over at him in the passenger seat to see him with his hands clenched into fists and a scowl marring his visage. No matter how much you complimented his performance, he always shot your words down, going on about how he could have been better and citing instances that he felt were examples of poor decision-making. You sighed and refocused your attention on the road, opting to let him stew in his frustration. Sometimes people just need to be upset for a while to feel better.

By the time you arrived home, Kenji seemed to have calmed down, but there was still an annoyed furrow in his brows. You placed your purse on the kitchen counter before turning to him with a gentle smile and pulling him down to your level to place a sweet kiss on his forehead. With his face between your hands, you said, “I’m so proud of you, no matter the outcome of the game.”

He pulled your hands from his face and nuzzled it into your neck, placing a kiss at the juncture of your shoulder. “Keep going,” he whispered, releasing your hands and placing his own on your hips.

You swallowed thickly, trying to regain the focus he had so quickly stolen from you.

“And you’re an amazing player.” He hummed, placing another kiss higher up.

“And you’re an amazing boyfriend.” He smiled against your skin, planting another kiss against your jaw.

“And I’m so lucky to call you mine.”

That was all it took to have him surge forwards, crashing his lips onto yours. You gasped, Kenji’s sudden energy taking you by surprise. The grip he had on your hips tightened as he pulled you closer. He pushed his tongue past your lips, swallowing every sound you made in response to his actions. A tap on your legs was enough for you to take the hint. Arms draped across his shoulders, you jumped up. With you securely in his hold, he carried you out of the kitchen and to your shared bedroom. 

He wasted no time in plopping you atop the mattress, situating himself above you; he needed your lips back on his the way he needed oxygen to breathe. He lifted the hem of your shirt up and took your breasts in his hands, continuing to kiss you fervently. You moaned into his mouth, the weight of his toned body on yours a reminder of just how big he was.

He broke the kiss to fully remove your shirt, tossing it without looking or caring where it landed, but he quickly redirected his attention elsewhere. You threw your head back as he peppered kisses up the smooth column of your neck and slid his hands up your side and over your bra, cupping your breasts again and squeezing them gently. “Kenji,” you whined out, the sound of you saying his name like a sweet melody to his ears. He removed one hand and slipped it behind your back, his fingers toying with the clasp of your bra. As soon as it came undone, Kenji wasted no time ripping it from your body as well. He pulled away from you just enough to drink in the sight of your bare chest, a carnal groan rumbling from deep within his chest. 

“God, you're so perfect,” he rasped. Eyes still trained on the perfection in front of him, he pulled his own shirt over his head before reassuming his position.

He lowered his head to your chest, his lips latching onto your nipple as his left hand tweaked the other one. You gasped, arching into the warmth of your lover. Kenji had made it his personal mission to excel both on the field and off of it. If he couldn’t excel on the field today, then he would make damn sure to excel on you in the bedroom. Your breath hitched after a particularly brutal suck, your reaction causing him to chuckle against your skin and switch to the other side, his warm mouth replacing his hand. Once he felt satisfied with his ministrations, he began trailing slow, sensual kisses down your abdomen until he reached the waistband of your shorts. He brought both of his hands to the front of the material as he kissed his way back up, removing your bottoms all the while. 

The sharp sound of your zipper being pulled down cut through the sound of your heavy breathing, and your shorts were soon being guided down your legs and ultimately joining your discarded shirt somewhere on the floor. He raised himself until he was kneeling, looking down at you and reveling in the fact that you were all his. “My pretty girl,” he breathed out quietly, nearly awed into silence. His praise sent heat straight to your core, the wetness already beginning to noticeably soak through your panties. You wanted more than anything for him to bury his face between your legs, but tonight was about him. When he leaned over you to resume his ministrations, you pushed against his shoulder with one hand as you raised yourself up with the other, urging him onto his back.

You settled yourself between his legs and mirrored his actions from just a few moments ago. He watched you attentively with baited breath as you successfully tugged his pants downwards, bringing some relief to his aching cock still straining against his boxers. Before you were able to remove his pants entirely, he kicked them off himself. Impatient to feel you against him, he sat up just enough to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you back down with him. Your hands splayed against his bare chest to support yourself, and he chuckled at your shocked expression, waiting on you to make the next move. 

You trailed your hands delicately down his chest as you kissed every inch of his exposed skin that you could, making sure to leave no part of him unappreciated or neglected. You continued kissing your way down his body, his eyes trained on you the whole time. You flicked your eyes up to meet his once you leveled yourself with the bulge in his boxers. He had propped himself up on his elbows to look down at you, his mouth open in complete awe of the sight of you and his breath coming out in quick pants. “Fuck, baby, please keep going,” he whined.

You would do anything he asked so long as he begged like that. You pressed a chaste kiss to the fabric before sliding it down, his erection springing free. He hissed as the cold air enveloped his sensitive cock. You took it in your hand and stroked lightly, paying special attention to the tip. He let out a shuddering breath and then an abrupt moan as you licked the precum leaking from his swollen head.

His fingers threaded themselves through your hair as you slowly worked your way down, taking as much as you could and stroking what you couldn’t. You swirled your tongue around the girth of him, eliciting deep groans from the back of his throat. He bucked his hips involuntarily in response to the overwhelming pleasure, his body falling back against the mattress as you drained out his strength to support himself. You hollowed your cheeks as you bobbed your head, your tongue caressing the underside of his cock. His grip on your hair tightened as the heavenly feeling of your mouth on him had stars bursting behind his eyelids like fireworks.

“So good baby, so so good,” he praised, unable to focus on anything but the all-consuming sensations you were giving him. You felt him twitch in your mouth, indicating just how close he was to cumming down your throat. His imminent orgasm seemed to send him back to reality. He tugged your hair with just enough force to get his message across, and you pulled back with a pop, looking at him with a questioning expression.

“Take your panties off and get on top of me, sweetheart. I wanna cum in your sweet pussy. Gonna make you a mommy.” You did as he said, and he sat up, pulling you with him until you were situated in his lap, your cunt hovering just above where he wanted you most. He lined himself up with your entrance, his other hand placed firmly on your thigh. You slowly sunk down on him, the stretch making you wince. “Such a good girl f’me,” he encouraged, his words starting to slur together a bit. “Doing so well.”

You continued to lower yourself onto his cock, your eyes half-lidded as the sensation of being so full set every nerve alight. Once he bottomed out inside out you, neither of you moved for a moment, pausing to get accustomed to each other’s bodies.

With your hands on his shoulders to keep your balance, you slowly raised yourself up before dropping back down. Kenji grunted and splayed his hands across your hips. Again and again and again, you dropped your weight onto his lap, and each time you did he bucked up into you, not content with letting you do all the work. 

But soon your legs grew tired and you couldn’t keep up the pace. “Kenji,” you whined pitifully. He knew what you wanted and obliged instantly. He flipped you onto your back, and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he began to pump deep inside you, his pace unforgiving. You chanted his name like a mantra, and it only seemed to spur him on. “Want me to cum inside you? Wanna make me a daddy? Hmm?”

“God, yes, Kenji, p-please . . . please don't stop,” you babbled, hardly even aware of what you were saying or who you were anymore as his cock drilled into your tight cunt.

He pulled your legs from his waist and pushed them up so that your knees were hooked over his shoulder, and he was able to push himself in even farther. He continued his brutal pace and you clenched around him, forcing a grunt to fall past his pretty lips. The room was full of the symphony of your shared pleasure, the sounds only adding to the lust you were feeling for one another. 

You were gasping for air, the sight of the man above you nearly enough to make you combust right then and there. “I’m so close, Kenji,” you huffed out breathlessly.

“I know, baby, me too, and—oh fuck—and you're going to take every last drop.”

He pressed a thumb onto your clit, rubbing circles over the sensitive nub. Between that and his cock thrusting in and out of you, you were quickly pushed over the edge, the walls of your pussy clenching tightly around Kenji’s cock, bringing him over with you and causing a ring of white to form around the base of him, both of you calling out each other’s names in your ecstasy.

He stilled inside you as you both gradually came down from your highs, panting heavily. He pulled his softening cock from you, and his cum dripped out now that he was no longer keeping it trapped in. You were thoroughly worn out and barely awake, your eyes drooping shut. A soft smile spread across Kenji’s features as he got up to retrieve a cloth from the adjacent bathroom. He got you cleaned up and plopped back down beside you, tenderly pulling the sheets over your naked figures. He pulled you against his chest securely where you fell asleep almost as soon as you closed your eyes, content to be in the safety of your lover’s arms.

As Kenji lay there holding your sleeping form against his, his thoughts drifted to the ring he had stashed away in his nightstand, his own eyes closing as his smile grew a little.