The Apothecary Diaries is such a breath of fresh air because this is a story that genuinely seems to love women. From the sex workers of the Verdigris House to the seemingly antagonistic women of the palace (like Suirei and Loulan), the Apothecary Diaries declares that every single one of them deserves grace and dignity even if (or especially if) they come into conflict with its protagonist or societal respectability
Honestly, it's really fun how Dungeon Meshi haa the main party take on a teenage cat girl halfway through the series, except she's covered in fur all over so nothing shows even when she's naked, she's arguably the most skilled combatant in the group, basically everyone treats her like a kid they're taking care of, she acts like a feral cat begrudgingly choosing to adopt a group of humans instead of a needy kitten, she's a picky eater, she's immune to monsters that try to seduce you, and her past as a slave is directly shown to be traumatic and miserable to the point that her former owner literally made her have a magic seal on her neck that would murder her if she managed to escape.
She's basically the antithesis of fanservice catgirls. Every single trait other series use to turn catgirls into sex objects is inverted to make for an entertaining and interesting character.
SNIPPET: Never in your life had you paid much much interest towards the more⊠pet-ish sort of outfits. You know, the type of stuff youâll find in the bedroom to be a little more wild: from ears embedded headband, tail plugs, and hell, even collars had you backing away. Though, when one of your older customer dropped off their old collection of Playboy magazines as an âextra tipâ for your work, who are you to deny such a gesture?
[CW: gender neutral reader, domtop reader, possessive reader (itâs mutual), flemish giant hybrid König, mention of childhood bullying, mild hunting description, praise kink, fingering, non-specific penetration (could be interpreted as dick or strap), sloppy riding, dry-humping, breeding kink, overstimulation, biting, missionary sex, doggy style style, and sleepy sex.]
[COMMENT: Promised sequel to Lucky Rabbitâs Foot, please read that first. Apologies for how overdue this is, this month had kept me terribly busy, but have fun kissing the big guy. While I promised to be nice for the most part, I got angry at my draft being deleted and writing too much in the exposition⊠Sigh, I dislike transferring between writing platforms. On a final note, donât ask for any kits, do you want to cause an overpopulation problem in this world! /lh]
Out of the many things you had learned since you had taken over your grandfatherâs cabin from many long car rides together, the one that constantly proves itself true time after time again is that people are utterly talkative when theyâre lonely.
Year after year, when the town brings its daily rounds of tourists to celebrate the holidays, many of the residents will speak about you, the hermit that resides in the depths of the forests with nothing more than their gun and bags to send to the local butcher in town.
At least, thatâs what the bar regulars sayâŠ
An unconventional job bad brought words of envy from your its local residents as they swing over heavy jugs of cheap watery beers. Half fizzled from the barley with eyes that once spoke of brighter dreams, you hear them murmur within their daze as they take your ear to complain about the newfound loneliness in their lives now: the emptiness they feel in their 9-5 jobs, the lack of friendship they can keep, and their disappearing free time to go explore the grander things in life more.
All of it they lament to you how nice it would be constantly outside and surrounded by nothing but the warm silence and greener grass every time you come and visit.
You have half a mind to protest those thoughts.
Thereâs nothing admirable in what you do: between the daily rounds of shooting, harvesting, and selling whatever scraps of meat and bones after sustaining yourselfâ what exactly is so admirable about it? With bloodied clothes rotten into a grimy brown when youâre done for the day and a heavier heart knowing all of your catches were simply a wrong-place-wrong-time as you once again steadied your rifle at the wounded creature for a quick death with a soft click.
But you donât, no point in arguing about something like this, wondering about the limits of a ânecessary sacrificeâ too much.
And when you have to deal with months of being left on your own for the majority of the year, eventually you will learn to tune out your peers never-ending nagging for you to find a companion to accompany you in that empty cabin of yours before itâs all too late and youâre too grey and aching to settle.
âWouldnât it be nice to have someone waiting for you at home with a hot plate and to warm your bed while youâre away?â
From doctors and far-away friends, those type of sentiments never ends. While you are comforted by their worries, you never expected your long-time customers to join in as well when they hear about you in the bar as wellâŠ
Especially when one of them placed the box of indecent mags into your arms with the most shit-eating grin you ever seen saying the stuff will keep you company before driving off in a puff of clouds with that stupidly big red truck of his. You can distantly hear some midwest emo band booming out of the windows as he fades away into the distance with nothing more than the vibrant autumn leaves blowing behind him.
Usually you would had typically complained about such junk being left behind for you to deal with butâ âthe bunny suits are quite cuteâŠâ
You quietly thought to yourself, when you made your way back home, comfy on your worn leather couch with a mug in hand flipping through thick raunchy pages filled with hundreds of women dolled up in their colorful 60s cocktail suits in their complete bunny ensemble. From the fluffy yarn tail and bent bunny ears as they decorate themselves with big olâ lashes and lace, honestly you felt a bit endeared by it.
The sharp cuts of skin as they prance around on the wide spread of pages and contort their bodies to meet the cameraâs gaze to appease whoever is behind it, perhaps was a bit silly in your eyes.
While their intimidation will never come close to your big rabbitâs adorableness, you had to admit, those suits were quite a sight for sore eyes. Page by page, you moved from complete nudes to admire the cutesy blues and pinks to admire the classic black satin bunny suits tightly hugging the womenâs figures snuggly.
Perhaps itâs a bit amusing to you, as a huntsman to watch the way people tried to make themselves more approachable: smaller, weaker, cuterâ something worthy of being loved despite how non-animalistic they were. With naturally rounded nails, blunt teeth, and a lack of proper fur on skin to protect oneself from the cold, itâs no wonder why humans moved to advancing themselves to be stronger, all while attempting to return to a state of harmlessness just for the sake of being adored.
Maybe youâre just being critical.
Thereâs no harm in wanting to be liked, everyone does. Such is the nature of men. Perhaps you once felt that way before, but youâre older now, simply content with the hermit life you with your fewest closest friends to keep you company for the few times you all are able to meet throughout the year.
Plus, your big rabbit will be coming back soon. Itâs nearly winter now, you can tell by the way the crisp winter breeze over your bare face every time you come outside to talk a walk around the forest.
It been three years since you made an unlikely relationship with König, the giant flemish rabbit that got his foot stuck in one of your traps. Yes, your giant huffy rabbit who is much too smart for his own good.
Sure, you never heard of a rabbit who can somehow open and closes doors when you shut him out to do work, or a rabbit who somehow can tell the time for meals, or even one that learned to wipes his paws on your floor mat before walking in your home after you scold him for bringing dirt onto your floors.
But heâs yours even if itâs just for the winter.
No way youâll sell your long-eared friend, even if he breaks your wallet when you splurge on importing out of season berries for him to munch on. Though you do worry about him eating your meats occasionally, remembering the multiple occasions where heâll furiously bounce off your lap to chase after your sandwich despite your complaints, but you did find a little laugh in you when he goes immediately bouncing away whenever you needed to change your dirtied clothes while he was in the same room as you.
Itâs whatever, you donât want no mad scientists knocking at your door to dissect your rabbitâs brain. If anything, they might take you and him if they see your sticky note galore all over your bedroomâs walls, something that you long had reduced after watching König chew on them. After watching you fuss and shoo him away from them, you could had sworn you remembered him smiling from beneath his fluff after he watched you cleaned up your cluttered papers.
Taking one last sip of your mug, you made sure to make a mental note to place the magazines somewhere high so that he wonât chew on them as well as you had long learned your rabbit is not fond of indecencyâŠ
Changing in front of him one time after getting your clothes covered in dirt from gardening had led him to flee under your couches and refusing to meet your eye or even cuddle you that entire winter, but you managed to cox him with treats finally when he came back around again.
Oh well, as your hands slammed the magazine shut, you made a note to place them high above your shelves so König wonât find them.
Winter is coming soon after all, and you canât wait to see your fluffy friend once more.
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While winter will bring its usual cheer and shimmer with carols and bells ringing up everyoneâs doors, but for a lonely hunter? The cold snow will rush in a giant black rabbit squeezing his head into the dog door, something you had installed before when you didnât made it home in time to let him in and leaving him to deal with the elements.
Itâs something you had long cried about, furiously apologizing to the rabbit while clutching him to your chest before he butted your mouth shut, tired of hearing you sob for so long. He has a thick coat, he was fine, so be quiet now wonât you? Thereâs no need to feel bad.
So upon stepping into your empty cabin, he figured you had long been out dropping off last minute orders again.
Busy human you areâŠ
It wonât take long for him to snoop around in his human form as he shifts, making sure to take his sweet time to stretch around. He can feel the way his bones crackle as his limbs bend and fold underneath his weight. Oh well, might as well through your shelves, just go and see if you added anything new since the last time he came.
Perhaps he shouldnât been nosy, maybe that would had saved him from finding the the dozens of dog eared pages on your shelf littering his vision as his eyes dart back and froth at the scantily-clad ladies dressed up to the nines in the cheekiest bunny suits König had ever seen.
With the tight satin bows and lace wrapped around their forms, König could feel the heat arising onto his cheeks as his hands suddenly dropped the magazines with a loud âplopâ onto your floors to rub his heated face, suddenly feeling very bothered, fiddling around occasionally squeezing his floppy hanging ears for comfort.
Why was he acting so shocked for? Itâs not like you were some saint. Neither were you and him were something more than friendsâ So why is he so upset for?!
Humans and hybrids were already forbidden from interacting in the first place, thatâs the one rule he had engraved into his brain until it became nothing more than another wrinkle on it. Itâs what all hybrids learn as soon as they could speak, safety and survival, survival and safety. Do not approach the humans.
But König had never been the best listener, especially when he already been outcasted for being so big. Eating too much, growing too much, there was little he can do to appease his colony. A nuisance really, how can one grow so big?
âHeâll do horrible in the winter, why bother keeping him aroundâŠâ
Perhaps thatâs why heâs so attached to youâ youâre nothing but a giver of easy affection. Long cold days are filled with you cuddling him on your lap as you stroke his ears and kiss his face, calling him your baby and such.
He had to put a foot down at some names however when you poke his behind, calling him a âlittle mopâ while he was eating some of your leftover egg salad.
But back to the present, as he takes one final glance over the playboy magazines on the floor, he wonders deeply of whether youâll accept him like this. Half rabbit and human and all, something more in between that props couldnât do⊠You seem to really like a half rabbit based off the pages soâ you shouldnât mind if he became your only choice, right as his equally large hands begin to crumble the photos.
Thereâs something funny squeezing his chest, he isnât sure what it is, but itâs quite uncomfortable and all stuck in his throat as he breaths, only relieving itself more and more as he rips another magazine underneath his nails.
Maybe itâs something that he had been long avoiding. Something that is undeniably rabbit in his skin beneath covers back at the base. A heavy hand pushing down on the tent in his place thinking about how youâre strong enough to provide for him with all your territory in his dumb little rabbit brain.
Heâll be well protected. He wonât have to worry about safety anymore. Itâll be nice. So nice. He wonât have to come back to the dens anymore to appease his needs anymore.
It must be simple instincts for why heâs falling so fast.
Yes, thatâs what must be itâŠ
No such thing like fickleness of love awaits for him. Itâs a rabbitâs nature to live fast and breed fast, no room for anything else.
But surely you can come to accept him in this form too if you have these lying around. Even if he is a little more realistically than the bunny girls in the magazines, right?
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Thereâs very few things that makes you frustrated with life.
Whether that be taxes or bad customers, coming home to a mess of ripped and scattered papers at your door is the newest thing on that list when you came home from your orders to see what looked like an absolute tornado had ran though your living room.
Ripped bits of your playboy magazines scattered your vision as piles and piles of spewed about your home. Your once clean rooms now stuck in disarray with nothing more than the lingering mess of an upset rabbit.
Well, guess he was able to grab the box after all, you contemplate to yourself as you set your bags down.
Kicking aside a barely holdable magazine by your feet, you decided to follow the trial of scattered papers into your bedroom already wondering what ways you can appease your rabbit.
As you twist the knob, you can distantly hear the sound of claws scratching against your mattress as you sigh, pressing forward to swing the door open. With a loud âthumpâ, you step back, taking a moment for your eyes to adjust to the darkness of your room as your eyes scan over the familiarity of your aligned drawers and astray piles of unfinished laundry before your eyes fall on the abnormally large bump hidden beneath your bed covers as you stared, confused.
âSurely a giant flemish canât go through another growth spurt. Is that even possible? Did you fed him too much?â
You thought as you slowly, you approach the bed making sure to make your footsteps apparent to not scare him before gently patting the giant bump.
âKönig~â, you cooed, softly shaking the massive figure underneath your blankets. âWhatâs wrong baby?, I wasnât that late. Donât be too mad at meâŠâ Attempting to coax your friend
Your hands smoothed over the wrinkles of the blankets, gliding them over the massive form. You really didnât want to go through another winter without being able to cuddle him, heâs pretty much the only warmth you have regularly.
But when an undeniably human sob escaped from your covers instead of the usual sniffles your rabbit makesâ immediately you didnât stop yourself from ripping away your covers.
Your mind races as the downpour of cold sweat shrivels down your spine as you grabbed the sheets off. Cursing and all as you wrestled with the man underneath as you rustled with the sheets.
Please, anything but himâ You beg to yourself. Stricken with the immediate grief of losing something dear once more in this sad life of yours.
But when your sheets were pulled away to reveal an awfully large man with huge floppy black ears running down on the side of his face as he stares at you with the saddest baby blue eyes you ever seen on his droopy face desperately trying to cover himself, ashamed as he squirms around in your grasp.
He struggles madly, almost like a buck on the loose as you fought with the stranger as strong nails caught onto your arms, not enough for you bleed but held yourself back from pinning down the man further when a familiar red collar wrapped around the fluff of his neck quickly caught your attention.
You arenât exactly dumb to not connect the dots⊠But heavens, could someone give you some grace when you had to take a few moments to collect yourself! The last thing you could had expected is your dearly beloved rabbit is to turn into someâ man-rabbit-thing overnight.
Well⊠That explains his abnormal intelligence and all now. Slowly, you let up your hold on König, still placing him firmly underneath you. Just in case if your friendship with him suddenly means nothing to him and heâll go forever missing from you.
You decide to gaze upon the man once more, taking a long deep moment to take in the sight.
From the short black hair and wide blue eyes staring you down, you dared to caress his face as the man shivered. Smoothing your hand over his soft cheeks, your thumb brushes upon his brow and then down to the leftover scruffiness of his beard. Gently, softly, and slowly you moved your hands all over, admiring the strangeness he possess. You hear König begin to stamper as a widening smile begins to form upon your face. Itâs strangely nostalgic, this moment between you two. Having him in your grasp, something hot rushes in your skin as you begin to laugh loudly, joyously at your friendâs new form.
Heâs terribly cute, what is this nonsense? How dare he keeps this sight away from you! You complained silently as you reached down to begin kissing his forehead and squeezing those velvet laid ears of his to your heartâs delight as he squawks, embarrassed at your shamelessness once more.
Truly animals evolved to be too adorable to killâŠ
After much half-hearted struggles against your hold to satisfy your touch addiction with one last bite of his ears before dodging a swift punch, both of you finally settled upon your bed again.
You silently thank your past self for investing in a larger bed because no way can you and him can fit on your old twin size bedding.
König lays beneath you. Not meeting your eyes. Never moving, still. You couldâve mistake him for some poor road-killed animal as you laid between his strong legs, letting you enjoy yourself with squeezing the thick muscles underneath all that fat and the strangeness of rabbit hair brushed across that human skin.
Perhaps a moment had passed.
Maybe two.
You werenât keeping count, too amused with squeezing his flesh as he laid, stiffed up in what looks like his deathbed.
But between the dead of the room, slowly those small warbled whispers beings to pour from your friend of how deeply sorry he was for deceiving, how he never intended to mask himself this long within the quiet. He was scared, he says, of what youâll think of him, of when youâll cast him away into the bitter cold to die because you couldnât stand such a freak inside your walls. He continues, confessing his shame, how he was sorry for ripping up those magazines when he came back home because he got vicarious angry at the thought of someone taking his place. For those thoughts blistered inside his chest until it blackened and decayed into a gruel mush, something that was familiar to him once long before he had to run away from it. He explained how he tried to sleep it off while waiting for you to sooth his worries like you always do, he wasnât expecting to shift during his nap and when you came inâ it was just too late to hide from you.
And with those bated breaths, he now waits, still, once more for you. And from above, you take a moment to take in everything around you. You can hear the rumbles of your old radiator heaving outside your room, the drips of your constant sobbing sink, and mad winds banging against your windows to be let in your warm home.
All of it, you take in as König lays underneath you.
There are many things you can say in this moment. But there are also many things you can also just keep secret. You can say how you understand him, how you too are constantly afraid of other people around you, just thinking and existing within the same space, struggling and wondering if you are breathing too loudly, blinking too little, or looking a bit too unkept for them to harbor a dislike for you. But vulnerability is a soft organ gutted with nothing but squishy mass with nowhere to defend itself, and you arenât too willing to expose such a soft jelly thing. So you decide to keep it short, merely saying how you will never abandon him because heâs your friend as his eyes widened, dead stiff hands now finally moving to properly hold onto you.
Maybe youâre going insane in your isolation butâ heâs pretty much the only comfort you have, and he never did anything malicious to you as a rabbit so youâre not really keen on letting him escape. What hunter does such a thing when a pretty thing falls onto their lap?
He chose to be yours.
Not anyone else.
You hear sobs escape König lips when you press down your face to rub against his own. A gesture, familiar, he recognizes.
Itâs what he does to comfort you as a rabbit. Yes, indeed youâre terribly fond of him. That, you canât deny no longer as you brushed the tears down his round pink-ed cheeks. For you, a human, hunger for flesh the same way all men do. And when a lingering hand presses down his thigh, terribly close to the tent in his boxers, you grinned with glee when he quickly raised his hips in turn, pushing you closer to him with an endearing tilt of his head as those strong legs begin to gather around your waist, daring you to continue down your little trek.
Can anyone blame you when you jumped for the bait?
Oh well, looks like youâll be in for a long warm winter.
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You distantly remembered visiting a country fair at some point during one late summer when your grandfather was still alive and hearty and breathing with a characteristic pipe in his hand as you both strolled down the booth, looking to sell your small hunts for the day.
âSomething to get you ready when youâre older and out all alone there. You suck at talking, yâknow? Canât charm customers with that shut-mouth of yoursâ, he said with a little attitude on his tongue. You huffed at his bluntness, too tired from chasing after pests yesterday before you two stepped into a tent-laid alleyway to peer into the petting zoo with its glamours of piglets, sheep, and hamsters all in their caged fences, staring bright-eyed and bushy for you to step in.
Though when you grandfather finally stopped to talk to a familiar face, some acquaintance that came by the cabin often, your eyes wandered about the room, hearing the clatter of voices blending away to an incomprehensible language as you grow grumpier at the uncomfortable heat of the room.
But something had caught your attention from afar you can see a tall wooden sign with splashy red letters listing in embolden letters that there are âRabbits for Sale!â Curious, it led you wandering over to awe at the sight of sleeping rabbits inside their pen, just hidden within the back and all wrapped up in their hay, obscured and cozy within their own world as you creeped over to watch them.
You arenât sure why you were so fixated on those creatures. Maybe because you were too used to the occasional possum banging up the cabinâs attic that made you interested in those small creatures. As you stared upon them, too long for you to admit, you can distantly hear someone chattering in your ear. You tuned out most of their words, flying into one ear and out the other, too accustomed to random strangers giving their mind when itâs not needed. But as you stared at those fluffy small rabbits, you distantly hear some snippets, something about âkeeping them separateâ and them being âfucking maniacsâ because theyâre so weak that they will keep breeding under any circumstances to continue their lineage.
And today?
Youâll laugh at how true those words are every time you pull on those stupidly soft ears of his, earning you a small squeal at the jolt of pain-turned-pleasure as his screams fall on deaf ears with every sweet thrust against his ass, switches between pleas for more and more outta you before attempting to run away as his feet kicks violently at the sheets as you push more soft little noises from his chapped lips..
âHow silly, your little bunny isâ, you thought to yourself, as you paused to reach over to bite his meaty arms and cover them anew with deep marks up and down his arms as he moans into your ears, mewling as he takes this moment to catch his breaths. Long hefty gulps of oxygen rattles his lungs as he cries and complains at your bullying as he rubs his sore ears. The pleasure still had not left his bones as he tenses his hole, still feeling the remnants of your presence inside him when you pulled out to admire his debauchery. It wasnât long before he begin meanly snipping at you to pick up the pace once more as he spreads his legs wider as a mixture of lube and cum sloppily drips down from the loosened opening before his head falls onto the mattress, passing out in pure exhaustion.
Fucking hell⊠You sigh at the sight, as you moved to take care of him.
There must be some sickness inside your head telling you to pick apart König more and more as the time flies by for it. For it been days since you two had left the house. Your back aches from strain. Muscles sore from repetitious movements. And there is a small festering headache arising slowly within your temples butâ you canât stop.
It must be an addiction now when you can feel your mouth salivate like a trained dog every time you see those strong hard-earned muscles collapses underneath you from exhaustion. And you canât say it should be a surprise to you when you come to the eventual realization that König is utterly so damn needy. Despite your best attempts to sooth his libido with prepping his hole as much as you can at the start, bumping thick knuckles against his good spots only left him on a torturous edge as he fussed around and threatened to leave if you donât put something in him already.
That of course, pissed you off.
What a fucking brat he is, coming into your house and asking you to appease more of his demands? Who does he think he is?! You finally had enough of that attitude of his that day, deciding to wrestle him to tie his arms together onto his back before you flipped him over onto his stomach to use as a handlebar. And just raising his hips high enough with some pillows for you to slam in immediately as you pushed many nerve-racking releases out of hm.
And oh boy, did you redeem yourself when you pulled those arms back into your hips, forcing out a small cacophony of deep groans and curses out of his throat before making him let out a sharp cry when you grab that fuzzy tail of his to maneuver him around as his dick rubs against the soft covers. Immediately starting his little tirade of how horrible you are before you shut him up with a few hard slams against his prostate and praising him when he did closed his mouth to stop those cute cries from spilling, embarrassed and too angry to give you the satisfaction of teased him as you laughed. That didnât stop you for noticing how his ears perked up when you called him a âgood boyâ for âlistening to youâ as his hips subtly rose to press against you.
Or when you got him to ride you for a bit, thinking how pretty heâll look atop of you as he crushes your hips. Though⊠You had to put a foot down when you realized how much he absolutely sucked at riding. With reddened eyes and nose dripping with snot, you watch as König barely raises his body up and down. Weakened from the onslaught of the bruising you had done to his bottom, he could do nothing more than hump against you, pleading you to take over for him. Heâs too tired, please do it for him. He canât, everything burns inside and youâre the only one who can make him feel better he says. Struggling to shake himself awake as those bunny ears flop around his face, and making him look so much more fragile in his ruined galore, freshly fucked and all shiny with afterglow.
Youâll have to ask him later to wear some mascara or eye black next time to watch them drip down his face as you mess him up again.
However, for now, you have to clean your big rabbit while you still can. In those small hours of rest, youâll bathe and feed König to his heartâs content, nothing more than wiping wet towels across his skin and cleaning the covers as you feed some light foods and water to refresh him.
He had been good and you always will make sure to let him know that. But if he dares to say heâll leave you one day?
Thereâs nothing that trap couldnât do for a big catch like thisâŠ
i love the devils in dorohedoro because these things are made in the image of a dark god, raised from obscurity and tasked with destroying their own sanity and morality in order to receive unimaginable power and nigh-immortality
having succeeded at this, they are immensely bored and spend most of their time larping as rockstars and shit
Dorohedoro will have a character named some shit like Explosion Death and he has bombs attached to his hand, his hobbies include killing people and smoking indoors and you will only see him once playing baseball on the hometown league and everyone will be like "yooo Explosion Death my mannnn sorry about the bomb hands it must be really hard"
cyberpunk at its core is about speculative dystopia. fantastical developments that should benefit society but exist in a system fundamentally designed to beat people down. alluring transhumanism imprisoned by money, class, and other axes of oppression. it's about the real world issue of new and exciting technology corrupted by the world that produces it.
armored core stands out against the common war stories in mecha. it's about gig workers risking their lives thanklessly to kill poor people just to survive and get ahead. even while the entire system around them crumbles
dorohedoro is a story about a stratified society where incredible magic that could be shared to benefit others is used in petty arguments and 'experiments' on those treated as subhuman. it's about how hierarchy creates struggle for everyone, but the blood and tears always runs down to the bottom.
i do love the basic cyberpunk aesthetic. the edgerunners kind, the blade runner kind, like ghost in the shell and gunnm. sci-fi, cybernetics, robots and cities are dear to me. but when you put on the skin of a dystopian genre without knowing what the bones look like, you make something that isn't just bad. it's insulting.
i live here. i know how it goes. the robot dogs are cops and my smartphone was obsolete when i bought it. the air quality is garbage and my health is a mess because my government treats corporations more like people than me, even though we can magically cure or prevent almost any ailment. there are more vacant houses than homeless people. it's theft to take food out of the garbage.
cyberpunk is a city full of vacant buildings and streets full of poor people. it's a raspberry pi duct taped to a cybernetic arm to intercept advertisements before they reach your brain. it's a gig economy that forces you to work overtime just to get paid enough to eat. isn't it frustrating? isn't it frustrating that we have to live like this? flying cars, body augments, virtual reality, and we still live like this.
dorohedoro pulling the "older character stuck in a youthful body" trope but instead of making it creepy and sexualized it's just an 18 yr old covered in tattoos going on about the unethical scientific experiments he's been doing for 30+ years. dr kasukabe the man that you are
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