image 1: angelic four-eyed figure with brown skin, orange hair, and four dark brown birds wings. they have a translucent-sleeved blouse and four arms. the first row of arms is holding a folded fan, another arm on the right is holding a golden sword, and the left lower arm holds a red cloth. they are barefoot with a wing off their ankle and have a red halo with a pink floral border. they are standing on a cloud.
image 2: A four-armed angelic figure with brown skin and pale hair, their face obscured by wings. they have a red cape with golden designs on it, and a floating golden halo-crown. In one pair of hands they hold a small golden ball, in their other set of arms they grasp wheels that make the bottom part of their body. The wheels have an eye at the center. The rest of their body is obscured by wings.
image 3: A four-armed angelic figure posed like a warrior, holding a spear in one of their right arms and a folded fan in one of their right. They have four eyes and no nose or mouth. and orange hair that obscures part of their face. They wear a short red jacket with wing patterns and a pair of brown wings behind them. They have a pink halo and golden cloud behind their head, and are surrounded by flames.
image 4: A giant four-armed angelic figure grasps a small human in their hand. they are wearing a translucent-sleeved blouse with outlines of eyes and wings on it, and a golden collar necklace. they have four eyes and no nose and mouth, and their hair flows outwards , surrounded by a pink halo and dark brown wings. the background is golden and full of flowing, ethereal designs.
more defiant whumpee stuff since i know y’all thirsty for it
(tw: restraints, cursing, beating, heavy hand whump, blood, drugging mention)
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Whumpee smirked up at the figure circling them. Even while they were bound by their wrists and ankles to a chair, with their torturer towering over them, they still felt like they were the one in control.
“Didn’t know you were into this, buddy,” they quipped. “Doesn’t seem like something you’d—”
A swift punch to the gut quieted them, and they choked out a laugh. “Haha…ow.”
Whumper snarled down at them. “You’d better take this seriously, freak. I need the passcode to that safe, and the location of it. And you don’t even wanna know what I’ll do to get it.”
Whumpee huffed out a laugh. “Aw. That’s really cute. First time doing this sort of thing, huh?”
“SHUT UP!” Whumper backhanded Whumpee, doing nothing to wipe the grin off their face, which frustrated them even more. They leaned forward to grab Whumpee by the throat.
“Shutup, or I’ll do far worse than just slap you around,” Whumper spat with a glare as they let go of their throat. Whumpee just shrugged, leaning back in the chair.
“Okay, let’s see it.” Their eyes trailed up to meet Whumper’s. “Your breath smells horrible by the way,” they added with a wink.
Whumper growled and mumbled something angrily under their breath before storming off to a chest in the corner of the room. Whumpee craned their head over, trying to see what was going on.
“Hey, what do you keep in there?” They called. “If you had any ibuprofen it’d be a godsend. My head’s killing me from listening to you!” They laughed to themselves. “And from, you know…the drugs you gave me earlier. Not nice, bud.”
Whumper returned with a hammer, dragging a small folding table with them. Whumpee winced at the screeching sound the table made when it was dragged across the floor. “Not helping the headache, asshole,” they said over the noise, rolling their eyes.
Whumper said nothing as they set the table up next to Whumpee, pulling one of their hands out of their restraints and flattening it against the table. Whumpee suppressed a giggle, not even trying to struggle.
“Here’s how this is going to work,” Whumper told them in a low voice. “You’ll tell me the location, then you’ll tell me the passcode. Each time you refuse, I break a finger with this.” They held up the hammer. “Got it?”
Whumpee glanced at their own hand, and at the hammer, and then up at Whumper. “Really?” They raised an eyebrow. “That’s what you’re going with?” They laughed, shrugging. “Okay. Whatever floats your boat, fucko.”
Whumper was fed up at that point. They stood back for a moment and slammed the hammer across the side of Whumpee’s head, earning a pained yelp from them.
“I’ve had enough of your stupid fucking backtalk!” Whumper snarled. “I don’t want to hear a word come out of your mouth unless it’s information about the safe!”
Whumpee groaned, dizzy from the impact of the blow. When they came back to their senses, their smile creeped back onto their face. They looked up at Whumper amiably. “Kay.”
Whumper grabbed Whumpee’s wrist and pushed their palm flat against the table, so their fingers would spread out. “Location,” they growled, raising the hammer slightly.
Whumpee never looked away from Whumper’s face. “You look so funny right now,” they said with a chuckle.
“LOCATION!” Whumper screamed, holding the hammer higher.
Whumpee’s smirk filled their whole face. “My asshole.”
CRUNCH
Whumpee’s scream rang through the small room as their pinkie finger was crushed by the hammer. Tears flowed freely as they clenched their eyes shut, their teeth grit together. Soon, though, after they blocked out the pain from their mind, their smirk returned. “That all you got?”
Whumper’s face contorted in anger. They raised the hammer again, which dripped with Whumpee’s blood.
“Location.”
“Your mom’s bed.”
CRUNCH.
“Passcode!”
“Nngh…6969.”
CRUNCH.
“WHERE IS IT?!”
“C-Check your…y-your asscrack, it might be—fuck—wedged in there…”
Whumper screamed out in frustration, beating away at Whumpee’s hand as the latter screamed their throat raw. When they were done, their hand was a bloody mess.
In their frustration, Whumper threw the hammer across the room and stormed out, slamming and locking the door. Right before Whumpee lost consciousness from the pain, they smiled to themselves.
“…See ya tomorrow,” they rasped, finally falling into unconsciousness. The smile never left their face.
This week is being a bitch. I do not get enough commissions to pay my fucking bills, my Ipad died, nothing fucking works and I am here maditanting while being ate by my fucking madness.
It has been clear since the beginning of Hanebado that Nagisa has a bigger build than the rest of the girls in the series. Her coach has even told her that both her playing style and the fact she’s taller and has more muscle mass put a lot of strain on her legs, specially her knees.
However, while it has been implied that Nagisa is muscular, this was the first time this was showcased in her upper body rather than just her legs.
I really love the animation quality and the muscle detail we see in Hanebado!… It just kinda sucks that this is probably LIDEN FILMS’s way of telling us “Yeah, Nagisa is buff. We just don’t draw her like that all the time”.
But to be completely fair, the manga also does this thing where they only emphasize Nagisa’s muscle definition during matches so not much of a choice for the animators I guess.
Our lovely tomboy is so proud of her muscles (which sadly are only visible to her). Now let’s compare this with some awesome in game panels.
Now we can see the muscles we have been told she has.
Is important to point out that Badminton isn’t a sport that requires for the players to build a lot of muscle (they need to be quick as hell on the court) so Nagisa seems to be more like an exception to the rule.
At the end of the day, let’s not forget that Hanebado!, while a sport series, is still a show led by a cast full of “cute girls” so maybe the author thought that depicting her muscular build could go against the aesthetics of her character design.
If that means that atleast we’re getting more scenes like the one we just got in episode 8, then I don’t see why anyone would complain.
I felt the limitations in terms of the work I was reading and the parts that were available; they were always quite two-dimensional. I wanted to create a character for a 25-year-old actress who would have a ball.
