In Just another attempt to make my wallet commit suicide, I picked up this volume that I had never heard of. Turns out, it is a new release by VIZ, written and illustrated by Aki Irei. This is the major work of mangaka to be translated in English for us western normies who can’t read Japan, and so I did give it a go. And oh boy, do I have some things to say! Yes, her hair is on point! Ran & the Greyscale Earth is a fantasy manga, which follows Ran, the titular character with shoe fetish. It is a story which includes sorceresses, Animorphisms, and run of the mill douchebags. And if you think this is all the summary I am going to provide you, you are correct. Let me be real and say that this read had something to offer for everyone, but it was not a pleasant experience. At least, not the first volume. Fetishes man, I tell Ya! So, lets go on this journey where I shatter your young hearts by verbally ripping apart your favorite (or potentially favorite) manga. Z
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2019 has kicked off with a bang. Being an optimist, I hope the general superior quality of 2018 anime bleeds into this year as well. And present season of Winter has not disappointed with productions like Promised Neverland, Dororo, Kaguya sama & Rising of the Shield Hero. Dark horses like Quintessential Quintuplets & Domestic Girlfriend creeped up onto us, stirring all kinds of conversation for community to disagree upon. Finally, fan favorite gems like Mob Psycho 200, Kakegurui XxX & Boogiepop have blessed us with that good quality content they are known for. But I am here for anime openings, more specifically, some of them which didn’t let me skip them. Some of them captivated me with storytelling, some had stunning visuals, others had a rocking track to back the visuals. But just like a regular human being, I dropped majority of anime and cared about five series alone. And the season has gone far enough for me to get a hang of what the shows I'm watching have
It was just like another day. The morning came after the dark night passed. My fatigued body laid spread on the bed alone. It wasn’t the first time either. It had been like this for years now. I had woken up with something inserted in my anus almost every weekend. And when the Monday comes, the relief comes with it. I reached down and pulled the anal beads out of me. I had to report back with my data in the next fifty minutes. So I scanned the room and found my files on the table, still intact. i threw myself onto my side and pushed my body against the gravity to sit on the bed. my feet touched the tiled floor as I slowly stumbled into the attached washroom. I turned on the shower and soaked my skin in the boiling water to feel myself in my body. My hair that he loved so much, I cut it. My feet that he loved to lick, I didn’t care. My lips that he loved to kiss, had ruined their touch due to my habit of chain-smoking. Everything about me had changed, but my husband didn’t
So recently I was on my manga spree and my quest to drive myself broke when I came across two One-shot manga volumes known as ‘Oh, My Sweet Alien’ & ’Ne Ne Ne’. they both are recent releases by the time this review was written. Both share the same theme of marriage. Both of the couples have one individual who is a weird one. And if it’s getting too similar, I’m going to differentiate by saying that I only like one of them. Let’s figure out why… I’m going to pick the easier one first: Ne Ne Ne It’s a romance comedy which follows the story of Shin, a 37 years old ghostbuster who gets married to a 16 years old child named Koyuki. And that’s it. There is absolutely nothing else I can say that is exciting about it. Just a story of a girl getting married and not getting laid by an equally virgin husband. Before I rip it to shreds, let me highlight the positives of this book. First, the size of this book. I know it seems redundant but stick with me. It’s a very light an
The three of us at the table were silent. The silence was not for a moment. No Maybe it was eons long. No. Maybe an era passed before I came to my senses. Everything seemed black to me. The future didn’t matter suddenly. I was not crying, but I wanted to. I was not calm, but I tried my best. Somehow, I knew that the reason why Brad was Brad and not Blessing is Madonna. All I was hoping for was a little issue, any little mistake on Brad/Blessing’s part so as I can stand next to Madonna. How can a human being be so despicable to someone that they force another to change their entire being? What I was feeling was rage, towards Mad. Pity, for Brad. And misery, for myself. All of us were silent at the table. Brad was looking at me with a stern gaze, whereas Amaan sat down quietly chowing down her breakfast. “I-I-I’m re-real-really sorry,” I wanted to apologize to Brad, even before I had heard her complete story. He raised his finger and pointed in