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isthatmanahimbo · 2 years
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Today we bring to you another standout fan-favorite, Rengoku Kyoujurou!
Please be aware that this article will contain spoilers for the Mugen Train movie (aka the first half of the second season).
Rengoku is a secondary character in the smash-hit animanga series Demon Slayer, first published in Shounen Jump. He starred in the Mugen Train movie, released in Japan in 2020, which ended up being the highest grossing movie of the year worldwide and the highest grossing anime movie of all time – the same footage was then reworked and rereleased as the first half of the second season in 2021. Like most of the hashira in the series, Rengoku plays a role of mentor cum elder sibling to the main trio of Tanjiro, Zenitsu and Inosuke, and his role in the third act of the movie appropriately raises the stakes of the series from typical jaunty shounen romp into gritty horror-drama.
As with all other Demon Slayers, Rengoku's profession is in his body. Though we never see him out of uniform, we can assume that he is of a similar body type to many of the other characters with a similar silhouette. Standing at around 5'9, he does not cut an imposing figure necessarily, although we are told – both in dialogue and through his own actions – that he is a master of his craft. In databooks, when his peers (considered the strongest of their profession) hold friendly competitions, Rengoku often ranks somewhere in the middle of the pack when it comes to physical contests. Additionally, he is described as having "above-average durability", and this is clearly shown during his battle with the demon Akaza, during which Rengoku continues to battle with the utmost of his ability despite breaking most of his ribs, losing an eye, his skull beginning to cave in, and eventually with his opponent's arm shoved through his chest. He even toughs it out for several minutes after the arm is removed to confer his last rites. Buff, not particularly, but tough? Nigh unmatched.
If there were to be any qualities in which Rengoku is absolutely unmatched, it is his disposition. This guy's really got it all: he is charming and friendly, he is encouraging and gregarious, and he is unfailingly kind. We see a decent amount of his internal monologue during his time on screen, and he rarely has a negative thing to say about anyone – including his opponents. Even when Akaza strikes at a fallen Tanjiro, spurring Rengoku to insert himself between the two, he continues to speak respectfully as he lets Akaza know under no uncertain terms that their ideals are too opposite and that they could never be friends. Another instance of Rengoku's unfailing kind heart is when he reports to his father, belligerent after having fallen to drink, that he has succeeded the Flame Hashira title. His father responds with aggression and disdain, and when Rengoku's younger brother asks how the meeting went, Rengoku tells him frankly – but rather than dwelling on his father's negative feelings, Rengoku reassures his brother that he loves him, and then spends the rest of the afternoon training him.
His kindness rubs off on other people, even taciturn fellow-hashira Giyu (who most of his peers do not like). He charms everyone around him with his effusiveness, his infectious goodwill, and his competence. In databooks and a filler episode, we are told explicitly that all of his peers hold him in extremely high regard, and this attitude reflects on screen. Although Inosuke chafes at the idea of being told what to do, he reflects fondly on an exchange wherein Rengoku appears in a flash just long enough to give him orders before disappearing, with a dreamy tone of voice and a sparkling filter over the memory. Though Rengoku probably had little time for fucking, it is clear that he is a Chad in the extreme.
But as much as it pains this author to say, Rengoku could never master that ancient art of Himbo Breathing Style, as his brain moves too quickly, he is too sharp. In databooks, he is described as one of the smartest hashira of similar calibre to the resident chemist, and we see his intellectual prowess come to life as he strategizes and investigates what is occurring on the Mugen Train. He is able to assess a situation quickly and thoroughly at a bare glance, and is able to react appropriately - after being unconscious and in a dream state for the first part of the movie, upon waking he takes in the situation immediately and within thirty seconds he has issued orders and gotten things under control.
Just like everyone else in the fandom, Rengoku does set this author's heart ablaze, but there's no himbo to be found here.
Total Himbo Score: 18
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bixels · 1 month
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Rewatched 1978 Superman and remembered how much of a total dreamboat Christopher Reeve is, both as Clark Kent and Superman.
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clownsuu · 1 year
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Man art block is bad (I say, posting normally)
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I’m not sure why I draw them cuddling a lot- given that I am a person who doesn’t like physical contact JDHFHHDJ
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sadpanda · 1 month
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Lou implying he agreed to come back on the show cause he and Tim are both Scorpios is KILLING ME
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big---tasty · 4 months
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people miss the point of laios' character so bad because i feel like they're missing his defining trait, and the trait that so many autistic people irl have: everybody assuming that he's a dumbass but he actually knows what the fuck he's doing. not all the time, he's still a human after all, but everybody assumes that he's completely inept based on first impressions and internal biases. he's a neurodivergent person living in a world full of neurotypical people who don't understand his train of thought or his interests or his passions, but he persists and saves people's asses anyway based on his own knowledge and intuition, even though everybody else perceives him as unassuming and literally not the right guy for the job. and those people who mischaracterize him so drastically forget the "actually smart and observant" part.
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cromulent-marshland · 2 months
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Rip Mary Shelley, you would’ve loved Lisa Frankenstein. You would’ve called it the best adaptation of your work.
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isthatmanahimbo · 2 years
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By anonymous request, today we present to you Sigurd!
Sigurd is the main character and lord of the first half of the game Fire Emblem: Genealogy of the Holy War, released for the Super Famicom system in 1996. He's mentioned within the following game, Thracia 776, and has a variety of units in the Heroes mobile game. Sigurd, and Genealogy as a whole, are fan favorites of the franchise, and are notable for breaking new ground in a number of ways - for example, Sigurd was the first Lord unit to have a mount or the ability to use lances. This becomes important in a second.
Due to the graphic limitations at the time of the game's release, Sigurd isn't much to look at physically. He's no mountain of a man, but he's no waif, either, sporting shoulders easily five times the width of his hips, as was the art style prevalent for the time. It can be assumed, however, from his martial prowess that he is more fit than the average person within his universe. What is notable about Sigurd is his strength and his metaphorical beefiness as a playable unit – though he can initially be dismissed by hardcore fans as the "Jagan" of his game (IE, a prepromoted unit that has a tendency to steal experience at the detriment of other units' development), Sigurd's reputation as potentially the most broken unit in the Fire Emblem franchise must be addressed. His stat bases and growths are incredible, he is a mounted unit in a game with the largest maps in the franchise, and he has the rare "genetic" ability to attack twice (a mechanic adjusted in later games to be become standard). It is not unusual to find entire runs just using Sigurd, because those 80's-broad shoulders truly can carry the entire first half of the game. Beefy, perhaps not especially, but strong? The numbers speak for themselves.
But strength is nothing without kindness, and Sigurd continues to shine in this regard. A picture of knightly ideals, the entire game's premise hinges on Sigurd's willingness to fight for the smallfolk of his duchy and the kingdom at large, and to put himself on the line. It must be mentioned at this point that this boy is more heart than sense, because as soon as he learns that shenanigans are afoot (something that he recognizes far before his peers, to his credit), he sets off by himself to stop them. Not "by himself" in the way we normally use it in wartime contexts, wherein we mean "he and a small retinue" - we mean individually, as a man, by himself. Along the way he picks up friends and allies to help him out (and chastise him for being so fucking dumb), but this man really did think to himself "you know who ought to be enough to stop an entire army? Me." The layers of meta in that Sigurd-only speedrun strat make this author's head spin.
And now Sigurd's most exemplary characteristic: is Sigurd a slut? Does Sigurd fuck? For anyone passing familiar with the game, the answer is a trumpeting fanfare of yes, but it cannot be overemphasized how much this is true. In the middle of the invasion of a neighboring castle during the very first chapter, future-wife and mother of his child Deirdre wanders out of a nearby forest for like five minutes to check out what all the hubbub is about. Sigurd takes one (1) look at this random ass woman and decides "that's it, I'll throw it all away right here" - excepting of course that he can have his cake and eat it too, because he's Sigurd, so they marry in the same cutscene, and very, very shortly thereafter have a child.  The speed at which this man went penis delirious cannot be exaggerated, and the ramifications for Little Sigurd's curiosity build the foundation for the entire second half of the game.
No matter what you think of Sigurd as a character, as a unit, as a man, real recognizes real - and that's a real himbo.
Total Himbo Score: 20
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mugwot · 5 months
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making the funky little guys funkier
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the them
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elderwisp · 9 days
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raeofgayshine · 2 years
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Bruce Wayne, drunk and full on Brucie mood in the middle of a gala: You know, that accent doesn’t really fit in around here. It’s cute. Where are you from?
Clark, internally debating every life choice that led him to this moment: I’m from Smallville. Kansas.
Bruce, leaning closer to Clark with a flirty smile: Oh you’re cute and funny. You know, I like that in a man.
Clark, very confused but trying to just go along with it: Thank you??
Bruce: I mean, everyone knows that Kansas isn’t real but I do always enjoy a good laugh.
Clark: What.
Bruce: What? Everyone knows that Kansas was made up for Wizard of Oz.
Clark, unsure if Bruce is fucking with him or if he’s just really deep into this dumb act: Bruce, Kansas is a real place. It’s one of the 50 states that make up America.
Bruce, tilting his head a little confused: There’s 50 states? Since when?
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isthatmanahimbo · 2 years
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Today by request of @lost-disco-gay, we bring you Laios Touden!
Laois Touden is a main character and party member of the manga series Dungeon Meshi, first released in 2014 in Harta magazine. Dungeon Meshi is a fantasy seinen series that riffs off of common dungeon crawler RPG tropes, such as having adventuring parties comprised of different races of people in different combat classes fighting against monsters, collecting treasure, and resting in inns and pubs – the conceit of the series takes the life of an RPG protagonist and takes it a step further, begging the question "what do you eat when you spend months underground?" and answering with the delightfully Darwinian "oh you know ; )"
Laios is the human armored unit of his adventuring party, taking place at the front-line of battles with fellow party member Senshi, the dwarf barbarian. Together, the two serve as the main muscle of the group, as well as sometimes caretakers and monster-nomming advocates to the more squeamish Marcille and Chilchuck. It is Laios's curiosity and monster know-how which introduces the party to Senshi and to monsters-as-meals as a whole, and his role as the enterprising academic of the group is emphasized often and loudly.
As the knight-adjacent character in the group, Laios can be easily spotted amongst his adventuring party, standing head-and-shoulders above his dwarf, elf, and halfling compatriots, and filling the panels with his frame. This author would not necessarily categorize him as Beefy, especially when compared with the stature of characters such as Senshi or other races such as orcs, it must be mentioned that he is of above-average size for his race compared to other human adventurers that we've seen. While undoubtedly much of this bulk can be attributed to the armor, we would be remiss if we did not mention the core-shreddedness a man would need to heft around 80+ pounds of plate armor (not to mention supplies) every day for his entire life. The art style of Dungeon Meshi leans more cartoon-y, but we can imagine Laios's pecs and the planes of his back are a sight to behold.
Far and away, Laios's most impeccable himbo qualities are his kindness and, more importantly, his respect for the women around him. The story begins when Laios's sister is devoured by a red dragon, and he rallies the party to retrieve her immediately – as anyone would, but he never misses an opportunity to talk about how Falyn would have handled this-or-that situation with expertise and kindness, and often laments that he wishes he had been taken instead. And in his dealings with elf mage Marcille, Laios defers to and advocates her expertise (sometimes even in opposition to his curiosity regarding what a certain monster will taste like). Though it can be easy to mistake Laios as the leader of the party and primary protagonist, Laios rather more often seeks the approval of Marcille for larger decisions. And his respect for women doesn't just extend to the women he knows – in an end-of-volume short, Laios, while a captive of orcs, discusses how the two races are not so different, and his orc captor mentions that the women are nothing alike. Laios quickly disagrees, and begins listing off positive qualities of the orc women nearby, humorously backtracking when his orc captor begins to get the wrong idea that Laios is attracted to his wife.
But it is here that we must discuss Laios's himbo-detractors. Ever well-meaning, Laios unfortunately does not have the social acumen to navigate such interactions with anything resembling expertise. His mouth is frequent residency to one or another of his feet, and he stumbles over his words upon the realization that something he said might be misconstrued (which is with fair frequency). At some points, this is to the detriment of only his comfort, but at other times it leaves strangers and friends with a bad taste in their mouths. In one instance quite early on, Marcille is captured by a man-eating plant, and once she is released Laios puts his scientist cap on and asks her if the monster's mouth was comfortable (something he once read in a book). He does not live the comment down quickly. In another situation, attempting to recover from the existential gloom of wishing he had been eaten by the dragon instead of his sister, he light-heartedly comments that if she had not been eaten the party would not have gotten to eat a delicious spirit sorbet – to which the party promptly shuts him down. Affable in his buffoonery to us the audience, poor Laios does not have the makings of a Chad even amongst his loved ones (let alone the swerve required for a high Slut ranking).
And last but not least, his true defining characteristic: Laios is a sharp dude. Not only book-smart, which we see at least once a chapter wherein Laios lists off statistical facts regarding the monster-of-the-week (and the practical application of that knowledge, intellectually far beyond rote memorization), but we also regularly see Laios exercise a keen investigative mind, notably early on in the instance of discovering how the Living Armor moves and functions as an organism, and his sharp intuition moving forward regarding his new pet sword Kensuke. Another instance shows Laios and Chilchuck encountering mermaids, and before the sirens can ensnare the two Laios begins singing awkwardly and off-key, intuiting that someone who sings well would not want to be accompanied by someone who sings poorly – he's right, and in her disgust the mermaid swims away. Although socially awkward, it can sometimes be easy to miss that Laios contributes to the brains of the group, as well as the physical brawn.
We've plundered these depths, and unfortunately, that man is not a himbo.
Total Himbo Score: 15
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stormcallart · 9 months
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Halsin❤️
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springs-hurts · 9 months
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Sirius Black and James Potter did not need Remus lupin and lily Evans help to pass their OWLs and NEWTs.
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sunlightmurdock · 3 months
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Keleigh thinking that it’s cool to post seemingly bradley bradshaw era thigh content of this grandeur ???? someone get her on the phone, I can’t do this
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takaraphoenix · 9 months
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Get yourself a man that looks at you the way Vash looks at Wolfwood after... Wolfwood made violent death threats toward him?
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aeoris4lovers · 11 months
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the quiet tragedy of verin being the one who never quite made it out.
for most of their lives, essek was the one who was entrenched in expectations, in the politics of their den. while verin was stationed far from the heart of the dynasty, ostensibly free from the eyes of his elders, essek was sitting beside their mother in court and speaking before the queen. and it made sense, because essek had always been better at all of it — the posturing, the sweet-talking, the ladder-climbing. his brother the black sleep was still his brother the prodigy; his brother the heretic was still his brother the shadowhand.
but then, essek meets new people and they get through to him and change him and make him softer, make him better (and why them? what is it about them, that they could do what verin never could?) and he runs. he gives up the title and the status and the power and leaves it all (leaves verin) behind.
suddenly, verin is the lone newsoul of den thelyss, the one with all eyes on him, with the expectations meant for two brothers falling squarely on his shoulders and only his in the absence of their other target. he is still the youngest of his den, the one they all watch and wait to be disappointed by, but there is no one to share that burden with anymore and all at once it becomes painfully clear that distance never really was freedom.
essek has a family, then — not a den but a family, with love and trust and care and warmth and all the things essek once called verin childish for craving — and a welcoming home to go to with someone who loves him waiting there and a garden in the front yard, and verin is left still fighting demons under the banner of a god (of a family, of a home) he only half-believes in.
and maybe they see each other more often then. maybe bazzoxan is remote enough that it’s safe for essek to visit in disguise. maybe essek’s friends come too and are kind enough to offer a taste of what essek has now and verin can almost believe it’s his too. maybe essek doesn’t even fight it anymore when verin insists on hugging him. but how much can that really fix? how much can it really change?
an unloved man leaves no one behind when he finally makes a better life for himself, but essek was never an unloved man. not really.
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