#nogami ryoutaro

[asknarashikari]

Why does this tweet remind me of Ryotaro???

In fact… Gavv cast react to knowing that Ryotaro got stuck on a tree.

Hanto: *uses recorder app on phone* Okay, Nogami-san, please explain... how the fuck did you get up there on a fucking bike?!

Shouma: Is Nogami-san somehow not a normal human? (He isn't, Shouma, but it still doesn't explain how he got there)

Sachika: Somehow, I think it's something we aren't supposed to know (she's probably right)

[bellygunnr]

Low Tide

This fic was meant to be an episode tag but I forget for which block of episodes. So, Urataros using his nightly excursion to patch up Ryoutaro, instead.

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Here is the rub: your charge has escaped the hospital early. It is partially your fault. You are in no position to send him back to the hospital for proper treatment, nor do you have the power to secure his safety for the foreseeable future. Secondly, tonight is the night you promised one of your girls a date, but your charge is out of commission and you feel squeamish about going over his head and taking the girl out anyway.

After all, it is partially your fault he's injured. 

So you watch him in lieu of sleeping despite being exhausted yourself (no small feat for your kind) and knowing respite like this is few and far between. You watch him because the other three have fallen asleep of their own accord and while acting out your whims under the noses of your allies is fun, you like having free reign more. They don’t understand your methodology. How could they? But there’s the rub, the same one as before:

This dilemma is your fault.

So it is yours to fix. Right?

With your charge asleep, it’s a simple course of action to simply… nudge him out of his body. You roll out of your cot on the DenLiner and through the veil between time and the absence of, letting the gravity well of the singularity point pull you back together. He jumps and starts at your presence but you smother him down quickly while he’s reeling from the shock of possession. There’s a clicking sensation in the core of your being as he realizes who you are.

And you feel him stutter and stall, breaths wavering like the trailing tentacles of jellyfish. His fright ebbs away gradually. You keep a metaphorical hand over his mouth while you settle back into flesh-and-blood.

The bruises mottling the majority of his body lit up like so many constellations when you observed him from the outside. Within him, the injuries are a distant roar, hardly noticeable unless you strain. And strain you do, because as you pick yourself upright, you run the risk of jarring him awake despite your best efforts and he’s become bolder– this is his body, after all, you’re just renting it. So you force yourself to listen to what the flesh is saying because, despite everything, it just isn’t natural to you, but you’ll be damned if you don’t try–

You have to try.

But strong emotions, too, will wake him, so you swallow that down as you pick your way across his dark room, guided only by a shaft of moonlight seeping in through a gap in the curtains. Borrowed muscle memory lets you flick on the bathroom light and the harsh fluorescent bulb drags all the ugly out in front.

Lacerations make mincemeat of his left brow. Yellow-green bruising turns his narrow jawline into a bulbous thing, not to mention the exhaustion purpling the tender skin around his eyes, and there’s a sallowness to his skin usually reserved for rotting fish. And peeking out from his partially-buttoned sleep shirt are the remnants of the violent lashing he took in Ax Form– the worst it’s ever been since Kintaros’ inception. Black swelling distorts the flesh around his ribs and torso in echoes of sustained hammer blows. At the very least, the Den-O armor protected him from broken bones.

But it was a near thing.

It is always a near thing.

And what you can do about it is limited. Frustratingly so. The joy you derive from your courtings merely depletes his low energy reserves. Despite being rather difficult to maim as an Imajin, that hardiness doesn’t translate to him, nor is the accelerated ability to heal. Really, all you are doing by standing here listless and exhausted in the bathroom is exhausting him more than if you had just let him sleep. Yet–

Covering the injuries is a thin veneer of filth. Sweat, blood, dirt. Remnants from the hospital. Sand from the DenLiner. Throwing him into the shower this late shouldn’t be done, but you can get through his matted hair with a wet comb, so you settle for that. Dried blood is gradually removed, along with the sand and dust. The tangles are worked through as gently as the pain battering his body allows.

By the end of it, even your distance from his body is tested, and he is threatening to stir. You hush him as gently as you can. His end of the connection wavers tentatively, then peters back out with a distant sigh.

Good.

From the top drawer underneath the sink, you withdraw two small containers of cleanser and moisturiser that you had lifted– well, not long after you came to be, certainly. A lady you've since parted ways from had been drowning in excess while your charge had nothing but prayers for looking good everyday. You did her a favor and now you get to… do this, you guess. 

You get to care.

The realization sinks in like the pale cream of the moisturiser which you dutifully apply even as your core of sand and time churns madly. Really, what an awful time to remember you can do that now. Feel things more nuanced than rage and obligation. How lucky you are, to be in the care of your charge. How lucky you are, to be an Imajin with no contract. 

You shift your weight back and stare at yourself in the mirror. Your charge still looks like hell, but hell that's been spit shined. You use his shaky hands to button his shirt back up and wash them afterwards. 

Alright then. Let's get you to bed, hatchling. 

The diminutive slips out before you can stop it. You stagger out across the hardwood floor in a hurried toddle. What a silly thing to say to him! One might think you're taking pointers from Deneb…! 

His knees clash against his bed frame. Indignation lances through you, souring the embarrassment already there, so you just collapse him back onto his mattress. The aging thing squeaks in protest and so does his hips as you wriggle him back under the covers. As his head hits the lumpy pillow once more, you relinquish control. 

Your charge falls back into his body. You re-materialize in the DenLiner. 

You hope you've done something right.

[the-leech-lord]

🚄Ryoutarou Nogami Stimboard🚄

🚆🚆🚆|🚆🚆🚆|🚆🚆🚆

BONUS/6 of my Kamen Rider Den-O imagin stimboards

[gemlighter]

Shocking statistic reveals 90% of all breakdowns actually caused by thinking about yuuto sakurai too long

[monsterwithasweater]

Well, if Ryoutaro is to be believed, then the Den-O movie should be a blast!

[stickers-on-a-laptop]

my brain, for some reason, tried to guess that real-action (from kamen rider den-o) was from phineas and ferb and now i'm imagining ryoutarou in phineas and ferb

[pulaasul]

Nogami Ryoutaro

I don’t think I was prepared to see how meek Nogami was when I started watching Den-O.

To be fair, I started at 17 but still...

[nopedontknow]

MOMO!!!

he fainted because momo is That handsome

[ipanji]

Momotaros x Urataros ❤️💙

[asknarashikari]

https://x.com/denebsapphic/status/1881666140268872081?s=46&t=r5cQ-fyChNi-Dn-w3MjHHg

Bully

Onore Dickeido, get off Ryoutaro!

[unsteadyheroes]

screenshot redraw i did to try to get a feel for drawing them

[narashikari]

The prodigal son well one of them returns!

Sato Takeru as U-Ryotaro  -  Heisei Generations Forever

[moryyteks]

I did I thing and drew A-ryoutaro as a doodle that went too far?? purely because I thought the hair was cool

[gemlighter]

I’m trashing what i probably should know, say tomorrow bye bye bye!

i really like ego rock

[monsterwithasweater]

Can you BELIEVE that they killed off Momotaros in the FIRST episode!? Shaking my SMH 😔😔😔