#Half Japanese model

[davetada]

Amanda

North Hollywood, CA

[spockvarietyhour]

Ayear or two ago i bought this lil Razor Crest snap model and tonight decided to assemble it. Also was able to get a couple of the bigger stickers on it but the individual windows? forget it. Still fun to do while having something on the background.

[phoebified]

tapping my foot. ok so now that sso has entered its "not being racist" era CAN WE PLEASE HAVE A JAPANESE CHARACTER THAT ISN'T WEEABOO INFORMED

[juusauce]

Angel Baby (ft. Kurolisa) Pt. 6

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story. Names, characters, locations, and incidents are all made up by the author and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locations, or people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

If you hate my ship, please stop reading; I don’t want to block readers, so please be respectful.

Ⓒjuusauce - do not copy, paste, or translate my works anywhere.

border @inthekpopland

Part 5

“What happened?” I confusedly asked her. “Alisa, tell me, what’s going on?” but she didn’t respond, still pushing me but later on she leaned on me. I loosened my hold on her, I asked her what was going on but she wouldn’t tell me. Instead, she immediately went to the woman’s comfort room. I followed her but I stayed outside.

I feel nervous every time I hear her vomiting inside the cubicle. I want to help her but I don’t know what to do.

“Alisa—Oh? Are you fine now?” She sharply looked at me while I was still confused about it. Is she mad at me? What the heck? I didn’t do anything but here she is getting mad at me.

“Do you want me to take you to the hospital?” I’m still following her, like a dog’s tail. I might look like an idiot but I don’t care anymore.

She keeps avoiding me as she did before but I won’t give up on her easily. So I looked for a place where I couldn’t bother both her space and the customers. I waited patiently for her while my eyes locked on her, not letting her get away from my sight.

I noticed that she seemed unable to stand and walk properly. Later on, she suddenly lost her balance but before she could land on the ground, I caught her in my arms. It almost took away my breath, too scared for her.

 I didn’t want to leave her alone in the hospital but I needed to attend the meeting. But before I left, I put two bodyguards to look for her for a while, while I’m away.

“Sir, the patient escaped.” I suddenly stood from my seat, both shocked and confused but angrier. What the fuck? They were two bodyguards but they let a frail woman escape? I couldn’t believe this.

“I’ll fire you two if you can’t find her.” My voice thundered. I’m mad at them but more afraid of what will happen to her.

I walked back and forth, uneasy because a lot of things were running through my mind. I know she was afraid of me, afraid to be judged but why did she already conclude that I can do that to her? I believed her even though she didn’t tell me everything, about what exactly happened before that scandal came out.

“Could you calm down and please stop walking back and forth, Tetsurou? It’s making me feel dizzy.” Tooru scolded me.

How can I fucking calm, when Alisa is still missing until now? I asked for the hospital’s CCTV record on that day, and I saw her leaving alone, wearing a nurse’s uniform. The hospital wasn’t aware of her disappearance because she went through the back. Why was I too relaxed? I thought the hospital’s security was tight and safe. What the fuck?

I gritted my teeth. I was restless because I was worried about her. Everything was fine, except that someone had run away! She was used to leaving me behind, not thinking about what I could feel every time she left me. Why is she so unfair? Leaving me behind like I’m not important to her. 

Am I not part of her life? Did she love me? Apprehension and hesitation creep into my mind. The thoughts running through my head make me dizzy and tired. Even though I’m weary, I didn’t let my eyes close. I want to be the first one who will see her face once she’s found.

“Excuse me, sir, here are the documents you’ve been asking for.” 

I just let my secretary put on my desk the document I was asking for from the hospital. It was Alisa’s medical records. I want to make sure she’s fine and not sick. The last time I saw her, she looked so frail and it makes me worry for her all the time.

I frowned, can’t comprehend everything that was written on the fucking sheet of paper. I almost tore the documents when Atsumu suddenly opened the door.

I sighed and rested my head on the headrest.

“What the fuck? Her hCG is above average, she might be pregnant.” Atsumu looked so horrified as he looked back and forth between me and the papers he was holding. But there’s one thing that caught my attention, my jaw dropped.

This can’t be?!! hCG is above average? Pregnant? Fuck! Should I feel happy right now? Yes, indeed! Honestly, I’m thrilled but the fact that she’s pregnant while running away from me makes me furious. How could she leave me again with our baby, huh? I’m sure, I am the father of her baby. I didn’t doubt her about that but I know that’s our baby. But how long would she hide it from me? Is that the reason why she left me again?

“This could not be happening, right?” Atsumu still couldn’t believe everything.

“It’s happening.” I remained composed and calm while he looked so confused and shocked.

“So you were serious about her?”

“I wouldn’t be if I didn’t get pregnant!”

“What the fuck! You’re ridiculous!” He shook his head in disbelief, still processing how he could accept that information.

My eyes were still closed. I gritted my teeth. I don’t think I can stand it anymore, without knowing where she is right now makes me madder at myself. I couldn’t bear it if something bad happened to her or our baby.

Before she left, she looked frail and I was worried the whole time. I can’t even fucking rest my eyes in a single second, always planning what I can do to find her quickly and Mr. Kazuhito. I’m always bugging Kenma, asking for his help to track them both. And now, I’m too weary but I might not be able to sleep not until I find her and capture the person who ruined her life.

Part 7

[starl0versz]

I finally did it i got into the void!

(MY PICTURE PROOFS ARE ON MY PAGE)

AFTER SO MUCH TIME CRYING AND BEATING MYSELF UP I FINALLY GOT INTO THE VOID AFTER 2 MONTHS OF BAD CIRCUMSTANCES USING THE DISTRACTION METHOD BY @luckykiwiii101 !!

i’m still shaking writing this stuff still but i would love to tell you guys what i manifested sorry for some typing errors

i manifested my curly hair being straight i originally had 4A hair but when i was younger i always felt like i wasn’t pretty if i didn’t have straight hair (that and because a few of my sibling’s have it. i was just unlucky i guess? because i’m biracial and my mom married a chinese man while her being half black and half japanese)

i always wanted to move out the country and explore my cultures a bit more so i’m moving to japan in 3 days (this is what excited me the most i always wanted to go there and start something new)

my desired face(s) i didn’t wanna look like anyone in specific so i took some features from a few pictures on pinterest and made a list of the features i wanted

my desired body

being finally fluent in japanese and chinese the studying was insane but now it feels like i’ve been fluent in the language for YEARS (i also developed an accent)

my life is always exciting and i don’t experience negativity

a scholarship dedicated to Tsinghua university ( i always wanted to go since i wanna be a vet)

a super cool international friend group

my mom never having to worry about money ever again (shes LOADED now)

a little ring that glows whenever someone is lying

my ENTIRE family restoring its bond and now theres family events happening now (this one makes me cry a lot because it feels surreal)

embodying my desired aesthetic (igari)

my family forever being safe no matter where we go

being drop dead gorgeous!

photogenic and video genic

all my desires from my subliminal playlist (i had like 572+ videos in my playlist)

a few model recommendations?

the rest are personal stuff but im actually still shaking so bad writing this because its like holy?? my life literally just changed and i don’t have to suffer anymore 😞 and i have new surprises waiting to show up in my life. thank you so much @luckykiwiii101

[tamaharu]

also a bunch of meremines from when i was figuring out hairstyles for them

i would say it feels like 2017 again but i actually had no idea how to draw these guys in 2017. 12yo me would be going nuts rn.

[morporkian-cryptid]

Welcome to the wonderful world of Arsène Lupin Copyright Shenanigans

Have I ever told y’all about the absolute madness that is the legal issues around the Lupin franchise ? Probably. Can I find the post in question ? No. Am I going to tell you again ? You fucking bet !

The year is 1905, and detective stories are all the rage. Maurice Leblanc, a young writer, is commissioned by the magazine Je Sais Tout to write a short story on the same model as Sherlock Holmes. Maurice Leblanc says « Screw this detective shit », and creates the character of Arsène Lopin, gentleman thief.

No, this is not a typo.

Arsène Lopin, a municipal advisor in Paris, hears about it and contacts Leblanc. « You are not fucking writing a story about a thief who shares my name. » To which Leblanc replied, « Lopin ? No no, you misunderstand, this is Arsène Lupin, completely different person. »

And he gets away with it.

Leblanc writes a bunch more stories about Arsène Lupin, they get popular, and he decides he wants to write a crossover with the famous British detective, Sherlock Holmes. A crossover in which, of course, Lupin will win and Holmes will be humiliated.

Arthur Conan Doyle hears about it, and is not thrilled. He contacts Maurice Leblanc with a message along the lines of « You are not fucking writing a story where my Amazing-Original-Character-Do-Not-Steal gets bested by a thief. » To which Leblanc replies, « Sherlock Holmes? No no, you misunderstand, this is Herlock Sholmes, completely different person. »

And he gets away with it.

The years pass, more Lupin stories are written, they’re translated and exported outside of France, and wouldn’t you know it, Japan takes a strong liking to the « gentleman thief » archetype in general and to Arsène Lupin in particular.

The years is 1967, and mangaka Kazuhiko Kato, best known by his pen name Monkey Punch, is commissioned by the magazine Weekly Manga Action to create a manga for their first issue. He reads 15 of Leblanc’s stories, and creates Lupin the Third, a character who is the grandson of the famous gentleman thief. He does not bother asking the Leblanc Estate for permission, as Japan doesn’t give much of a crap about French copyright laws.

(For the record, Weekly Manga Action was the first manga magazine for an adult audience (outside of erotica), and Lupin III was published in its first issue, effectively making it one if not the very first adult manga in the history of manga.)

The Lupin III manga gets popular, is adapted into an anime, the anime gets popular, it gets translated into other languages and exported to Europe…

And then the Leblanc estate rears its head. «You are not making an anime about our character without paying us fucking royalties, » they say to Monkey Punch. To which Monkey Punch, channeling the spirit of the deceased Maurice Leblanc into his very soul, replies : « Lupin ? No no, you misunderstand, this is Rupan, completely different person. »

And he fucking gets away with it.

(Arsène Lupin became public domain in France in 2012. Before that, Lupin the Third took many different names in European releases, among which Rupan, Wolf, and in France, Edgar de la Cambriole (Edgar of Burglary).)

Additional tomfuckery :

The year is 1982, and science-fiction animated series are getting extremely popular. TMS decides to try and get a slice of the cake, and begins the development of Lupin VIII, a sci-fi spinoff about Lupin III’s descendant. The anime is being produced in France, and the Leblanc Estate once again rears its head. « Sure, you can make that anime, » they say, « but pay us fucking royalties. » TMS, as previously established, does not want to pay the Leblanc Estate diddly squat, and so they scrap half of the project, recycle the other half, and go « Lupin VIII ? No no, you misunderstand, this is Inspector Gadget, completely different person. »

The year is 1930, and famous Japanese writer Tarō Hirai writes The Golden Mask, a novel in which his detective character Kogoro Akechi goes up against none other than Arsène Lupin. Hirai’s pen name was Edgar Allan Poe- wait, wait, no, sorry, it’s Edogawa Ranpo, completely different person.

(Later, Gosho Aoyama names his character, Detective Conan Edogawa, after Arthur Conan Doyle and Edogawa Rampo (and the anime is distributed by TMS).)

(More than fifty years later, the Lupin III anime makes a tribute to Ranpo’s Gold Mask with the double episode The Imperial City Dreams of Thieves.)

The year is 2021, and Capcom is releasing the video game The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles, in which famous detective Sherlock Holmes plays a central role. Unfortunately for them, a few Sherlock Holmes stories are still under copyright, and the Conan Doyle Estate is about as stubborn and greedy as their French cousins. « Pay us fucking royalties, » they say.

In the English release of the game, Sherlock Holmes is renamed to, you guessed it...

...fucking Herlock Sholmes.

[acrid-wondrland]

Random TokyoRev Headcanons

🔑Mikey's favorite flavor is anko(red bean). Taiyaki, dorayaki, mochi, etc. It doesn't matter, it has to have anko filling. Fave ice cream flavor? Anko. What does he ask for on his halo halo when he and Izana go visit the Phillipines? Extra red bean.

🔪Yuzuha Is an unofficial member of Toman. The uniform she wears isn't her school's uniform, it's a custom one in Toman colors that Mitsuya made for her. She doesn't wear the ribbon around her neck anymore because once when she got in a fight someone grabbed it and nearly cost her the fight. The only reason she isn't an official member despite Mikey insistence, since she's a pretty decent fighter, is because she hates violence due to her childhood.

😵Shion is afraid of heights.

🚚Kisaki can't smoke because he has asthma. Every time he went to the Valhalla Arcade to talk strategy, he always made Hanma come outside to the back of the building so he doesn't die from the secondhand smoke. Hanma thinks it's funny.

🚬Hanma is left-handed. Also didn't get his Sin and Punishment tattoos bc of the Dostoevsky novel but because of the Nintendo 64 game lmao.

🎴Izana wants to learn how to play every Gackt song on his acoustic guitar.

💤Ran has dated more foreign girls than Japanese girls. Mostly Singaporean(a lot of rich Singaporeans club in Roppongi), Russian(a lot of Russian models come to Japan for work), and Korean(A lot of Korean tourists due to proximity) girls. He wants to try and date a French girl someday (he romanticizes Paris and France like a lot of young Japanese ppl do). He's enamored with foreign pop culture and is in his Passport Bro era lmaoooo, it's why he wants to be a foreign celebrity. And it's easy for him to find foreign girls to date bc Roppongi is popular with foreigners in general.

🎶Rindou is secretly a huge romantic and feels extremely pressured to be a playboy bc of his and his brothers' reputation. A lot of things most boyfriends would find a pain in the ass to do, Rindou actually looks forward to doing for his future girlfriend one day.

💊Sanzu: "While u were out partying w da Haitanis, I studied the blade."

jk jk but I hc that's he's actually a chuunibyou, he just hides it really well. Has whole shonen manga monologues in his head.

🐉Draken dawg HATES anko w a passion and can't stand it. Mikey's love for it is torture to him.

👠Inupi i saw a hc once that his red flag is that he's rude to the waitstaff and I laughed for 5 min straight because why can I see it???? lmao???

That aside I hc that he loves swimming and water in general. Like, in the timelines he ends up being a Yakuza he definitely made sure his penthouse had the fanciest infinity pool complete with custom lights, heating, a built in stone wall on the side that has a flatscreen TV, different connected sections w different elevations, etc.

💴Koko is half Chinese, from his mom's side. She's from the mainland, specifically Henan province and born in it's capital Zhengzhou. He's very proud of his heritage.

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Anyone got any matching hcs lol?

[nemisuki]

Metal Love

Robot AU | She was the first successful experiment, created by the government to protect UA students from potential harm. And he was the troublemaker, who needed to be monitored more than others. 

᧔o᧓ || katsuki bakugo x f!reader, no manga spoilers, no nsfw, pure fluff, very dense reader, protective + jealous bkg, aged up to third years, bakusquad mentions, silly moments, bkg has feelings, open ending, 3k word count

“For a robot, she’s pretty cute huh?” 

That's practically the topic of all whispered chatter as Class 3A enters the cafeteria. It made his scowl deepen with disgust. 

The constant focus was always about a “student” among the third years. 

An advanced technology sent in by the Japanese government. 

More specifically, the first successful model. 

Apparently she was scientifically created using human DNA, hence her appearance is nothing unusual. Especially in today's age, where the connection of society and mutant-type quirks, heteromorphs, are so common. 

Though she did have mechanical features regarding her prosthetic arms, built perfectly for combat and defense. 

A perfect soldier - Model #8307. 

Despite being the ideal android, there is one thing she lacked : human emotion

Thus the government sent her to UA High School on a sole mission.

To protect Class 3A til graduation. 

Hoping she’ll develop an understanding on what it means to be human along the way. To have feelings.  

It's notorious all around Japan that since those specific students entered UA, trouble seems to follow them everywhere.   

So after many precautions and examinations, the government sent the model over for a test run. Finding it beneficial for everyone.

Given a scenario where some villains were to attack the school, as coded into her programming, she would alert the authorities and defend until help arrived.

If done well, more of these creations would be produced to enhance the safety of all schools and buildings. Pushing Japan to be the first country with a solid line of defense that requires less human labor and lives to be lost in battle.

It’s been a few months since she first arrived at UA. 

And it’s been a huge success so far.

Through daily interaction, Y/N started to gain more knowledge on emotions, though she’s still a bit lacking in some areas. 

Their classmates scatter around the lunch tables like any other day, eating food as they joke around.

“Hey where's Y/N?” Kirishima asks out loud to the Bakusquad, noticing her usual spot next to the blonde is empty. 

And when no one has an answer, he looks to his friend, “Bakubro where is she?” 

“Hah, how the hell am I supposed to know? I ain’t her damn guardian” Bakugo scoffs with his signature scowl on his face. 

“Oh c’mon! We all know you have a soft spot for her. Plus she’s practically always glued to your hip!” Kaminari chimes in with a smug grin. 

“Shut your trap dunce face!” 

“Woahhh calm down man, I mean it issssss true she follows you around the most” Sero says in a muffled voice, continuing to stuff his face with sushi. 

“Tch, cause of her damn programming” Bakugo reminds them, scanning the cafeteria for any sign of her.

“Oh yeah, she follows him around because he causes the most trouble. But I don’t think that’s the only reason. She seems to like you!” 

The blondes eyes finally spot her near the lunchline, food tray in hand, a blank expression on her face. 

Some guys from another class are surrounding her with curious gazes as they exchange words.

The distance is far too great for his ears to overhear what they’re asking her. 

His stare is completely focused on the people standing closest to the girl. 

“She seems more human now, she even started smiling recently!” 

Bakugo wasn’t paying attention to whatever these idiots were saying. His thoughts shift, thinking about why those extras are acting so friendly with you. 

He can’t blame them honestly. 

A half human-robot would spark his interest as well. 

But it's the way they are eyeing her, causing his fingers to fidget with the chopsticks in his hand, a foreign feeling taking over his whole body. 

“Yeah but mainly with Bakugo!” Kaminari snickers and looks at the blonde, expecting a reaction but is met with nothing. 

Everyone at the table grows silent and their gazes land on the blonde who's seemingly lost in thought. His brows are furrowed and his fingers now gripping the edge of the table to release some tension. 

“Bakubro? You okay man?” 

“Kaminari look what you did!” 

“Ah my bad! Sorry dude-”

In a matter of seconds, Bakugo abruptly jumps up from his seat and starts walking away without another word.

As he was observing the extras, the sight of them beginning to touch her, made him move.

The bakusquad goes into full panic mode, assuming the worst, “Where is he going?!” 

Bakugo couldn’t believe the nerve of these assholes. Touching her as if she was an object. 

It only frustrated him more that they’re taking advantage of her clueless nature. She was just standing there, responding to whatever they were saying, as they continued patting her head. 

He makes it to the group in no time, shoving people away with ease, “Move it extras.” 

The guys are quick to back away from him, giving the man a clear path. Shrinking from the presence of the strong third year, who is notorious for his anger and strength. 

“C’mon idiot, what are you doing?” he reaches her side, giving a stern look while crossing his arms.

She looks up at him as he does, her once blank expression shifting ever so slightly to soften. Some rare human emotions on display just for him, “I was getting lunch.”

He has to avert his gaze for a moment. Attempting to avoid a facial reaction to develop in response to her innocent image, “yeah I know that stupid. I’m asking why you’re wasting your time talking to these extras.”

“They were curious regarding my robotic arms-” 

“Psh damn first years, of course they are. Everyone always is” he mumbles, pure annoyance seeping through his words. 

He takes her lunch tray in his left hand and starts walking back to their table. Glaring along the way at the guys that are roaming around, who are now rushing back to their individual tables from fear.

She follows in his steps without hesitation or asking any questions. As they make it back and sit, Kaminari whistles teasingly, “went to go rescue your girl huh-” 

“Shut it moron!” Bakugos glare intensifies if that's even possible, making Kaminari shut up immediately. Sero and Kirishima simply snicker at the sudden tension between the two. 

“Am I your girl?” She asks while looking at Bakugo with a plain expression. 

It was silent for a moment when she asked that.

Then laughter filled the void of silence, cackles heard all around the table, never finding a dull moment with Y/Ns denseness. 

Everyone was laughing except him. 

“W-What?! No you idiot! Dunce face was just being sarcastic” Bakugo grumbles, his gaze landing on her face. A hint of shyness creeping up on his voice. 

“Oh,” she simply replies and goes back to eating her meal.

“Stupid robot” he mutters, now annoyed towards the lack of reaction. He starts eating his meal with large spoonfuls, tuning out whatever the idiots we’re talking about as they ate.

Reminiscing about all the small moments since she got here.

(∩˃o˂∩) flashbackᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

a/n : the following are all flashbacks at random moments throughout the year in order :) 

“Bakugo Katsuki, Explosion Quirk, Blonde Hair-”

His piercing red eyes drift to the side of his desk, staring the new face down as she practically does a character analysis on him. A scowl immediately took over his once calm expression, “Hah? Back off little robot!”

“I am Model #8307. My name is not little robot” she says with a neutral look, taking in new information regarding his voice and vocabulary choices. 

“Tch, you telling me those scientists or whatever, didn’t even give you a damn name?” 

“I am Model #8307.”

“You have some shitty creators then, what type of assholes call you by your creation number” he scoffs clearly not fond of that decision. 

“Aw bakubro! Are you perhaps feeling bad in her defense?” Kirishima chimes in with a toothy grin.

“Psh as if! I'm just pointing out the obvious. What the hell am I supposed to call her? Her damn serial number?” he says, rolling his eyes with disdain. 

“Hm, maybe we can give her a name! Oh I bet I have some ideas in my notes-” Deku mumbles under his breath, already flipping pages for ideas. 

Bakugo groans and looks at him with a glare, “you’re mumbling again nerd!” 

Despite his complaints, the entire class started shouting out potential names for the new classmate. As they all gather around to chat away, the robot seems to stick close to Bakugo, and he seems to notice.

“Got something to say?” he crosses his arms, giving her a calculating once over. 

“My programming states I must keep an eye on you the most” she says now stepping closer to him. 

“I don’t need a damn babysitter” his jaw begins to clench at her words. Annoyance taking over as she scoots closer. 

Some laughter is heard across the classroom and Deku smiles, “Kacchan looks like you’ll be spending the most time with her, so how about you name her!” 

“This is fucking dumb.”

“Aw c'mon bakubro! She needs a name, and you seem to be her favorite!” Kirishima grins in his direction. 

He stays silent as he processes both the idiots' words seemingly in thought. His red eyes were studying the robot and then all of a sudden he sighs out, “Y/N.”

A collection of ‘Ooos’ were heard around the classroom at his suggestion. 

“What a manly name! Where did you think of that Bakugo?” Kirishima tilts his head with curiosity. 

“Oh I remember! That name was from a children's picture book when we were younger, right Kacchan? The main character was a robot in that as well, it makes sense-” 

“Mumbling,” Bakugo reminds him with a frown and a warning look. 

“Oops sorry kacchan!” Deku quickly covers his mouth and awkwardly smiles. 

“Alrighty then! You hear that? Your name is Y/N from now on” Kirishima says to her while patting the robot's head.

“Are you my new master then?” Y/N asks Bakugo out of nowhere, given he’s the one who named her.

“Kinky~” Kaminari snorts out loud and begins running away as Bakugo lunges at him. 

“Dunce face shut the hell up! And fuck no, you damn robot!”

–⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ʚɞ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆–

His red eyes roam through the scantron for any mistakes he could’ve made on the exam. 

Once fully satisfied with his answers, he places his pencil down. Moving the booklet towards the corner of his desk. 

He is about to rest his head down til he hears a voice beside him, “you got one wrong.”

Bakugo almost jumps at the low whisper, his head snapping at his side to find Y/N analyzing his scantron. 

Since she was in charge of protecting the class, she didn’t have to partake in exams or classwork. Her knowledge as an android practically made her a perfect scholar. 

“The hell are you doing?!” he whispers back and looks at the front of the classroom. Taking a sigh of relief to see Erasure Head distracted in his sleeping bag. 

“I am here to help you” she states while pointing at question 13 and repeating her words, insisting to recheck his answer.

“You can’t just waltz around to help! This is a test!” 

“But my mission is to help the students of Class 3A-”

“Ugh it's like I'm talking to damn icy-hot, now scram before Mr.Aizawa thinks I'm cheating!” he waves her off with a scowl.

Bakugo could only facepalm when Kaminari secretly calls Y/N over. Taking the opportunity to cheat as she gives him the answers so casually. 

“What an idiot” he grimaces, looking away to stare at his own exam.

His eyes stay lingering onto the booklet, flipping through the pages to look at question 13. After a moment, he mumbles curses under his breath and looks back to see if Y/N is around. 

Who's practically giving Kaminari all the answers per request.

The grumpy blonde quickly looks back at his own paper, grabbing the erasure, and changing his answer. Once completed he rests his head on the desk and huffs, “dumb robot as if I needed help….”

–⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ʚɞ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆–

Bakugo freezes in complete disbelief. Did she just-

“Oi! What the hell are you doing?!” he yells out, trying to pry her hands away but to no use. As if he could best her metal arms in strength at the moment. 

“Todoroki says this is effective to make people more comfortable around you” she states, keeping her arms wrapped around his waist from behind. Clearly an attempt to give him a back hug. 

“He’s the last person you should be getting help from! Now get off me!” 

Everyone that's around the common room collectively laughs at the odd sight. No one could remember a time when anyone had dared to hug Bakugo like that. 

“Keep him still Y/N!” “Everyone attack!” “Y/N is so manly!” “Get him!” 

“Don't even think about it you idiots!” Bakugo screams out with annoyance and hidden embarrassment. Soon enough, everyone starts joining in on the group hug. He groans and puts his frustration somewhere else, tugging on poor Dekus hair, “all of you are dead when I get free!” 

“Agh- kacchan!!”

–⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ʚɞ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆–

No umbrella.

His eyebrow twitches with frustration at the sight of rain. Oh how much he hates rain. 

“We can share my umbrella” Y/N says, approaching out of nowhere.

His eyes meet hers with a grumpy look, “You always show up at the weirdest moments you know that?” 

“I am here to-”

“Here to help. Yeah yeah I know, just hurry it up would ya?”

She takes a step outside and opens her umbrella, holding it up so she can reach his height. After a moment, he sighs and takes it from her as they walk together.

It's a calm silence as they head to the dorms.

Y/N's gaze roams around campus, noticing many pairs clinging to one another under their umbrellas. 

So with the new information, she wraps her arm around his bicep.

He tenses at the sudden contact and looks at her direction, “tch what now?” 

Usually he would shove her away but with the rain, he held back. Plus he finds himself growing accustomed to her shenanigans. 

“I am holding your bicep.” 

“You- I know that! But why?” 

“Everyone seems to be doing so.”

His eyebrows furrow and he looks around, spotting nothing but cheesy couples being clingy under their umbrellas.

“Because they are couples you dork, and we aren’t so let go.” 

“Does this mean we just became a couple?” she says, squeezing his bicep for clarity. 

His heart beat increases and he coughs, now looking away with pink ears, “What?! No! It doesn't work like that!”

“Then how do you become one?”

“Agh- ask someone else, stupid!” 

Bakugo shoves the umbrella back in her hand and makes a run for it instead. Rushing back to the dorms in the rain, pink ears and all. What is this feeling?  

(∩˃o˂∩) back to presentᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

He is soon brought back to reality when he hears an unfamiliar voice. His head looked to the side to see some guy talking to Y/N, who seemed to approach as he was distracted, “so what do you say we go on a date hm?”

Bakugos eyes slightly widened at the bold words, his mouth opened to cuss the guy out but she was faster. 

“I decline your offer.”

The extra frowns and tilts his head, “you got a boyfriend or something?”

“Yes I do,” she replies with a polite nod. 

Everyone at the table looks shocked by her response, not expecting such a reply from her. The extra leaves a few moments later, seeming to understand at least. 

“Wow Y/N.. didn’t know you had the guts to lie to someone” Kirishima gives her a proud thumbs up.

“Lie? But I didn’t lie” she says, continuing to calmly eat her lunch.

The guys gasp at her words, not able to believe it. Bakugo freezes in his spot looking at her in disbelief. His heart thumps in his chest as shock fills his body.

“You actually have a boyfriend?! Who?!” Kaminari yells out, curiosity taking over.

“Bakugo of course” she mutters, sipping away at her juice box.

The guys all stare in shock and their eyes dart back and forth between the two. Bakugo almost chokes on air at her response. The fuck? 

Laughter is heard around the table, all used to Y/N's dense nature, it seems she still has some learning to do. 

“Did I say something funny?” she looks around as they all wheeze at her words. Her eyes drift back at Bakugo as she tilts her head. 

He can still hear his heart thumping wildly in his chest. He sighs loudly and shakes his head, “Ignore the idiots and continue eating.”

Y/N nods at his words and goes back to continuing her meal, as does he.

The trio immediately stopped laughing and looked stunned for a moment. Bakugo didn’t react to her words nor corrected her this time. 

Could he…

Almost as if he could read their minds, the blonde sends a glare their way, making them all go back to eating. 

This time, correcting her didn’t even cross his mind. He can see out of the corner of his eyes, the way she scoots closer to him.

But he doesn't say anything this time. 

He knows she's staring at the couple at the other table, observing their actions and taking in the information. She is always so observant.

Out of curiosity, his eyes wander across to the couple, noticing the guy sharing his food.

Bakugo can already feel Y/N's eyes on him. And frankly, it almost makes him want to laugh. 

Silently, he takes a sushi roll off his plate and places it on her tray. Copying the other guy's actions. It’s stupid as hell, but she seems to like it. 

With that action alone, he can see a small rare smile forming on her face as she eats.

Teach her emotions huh? Fine. He can do that. 

As the lunch period went on, he didn’t eat much.

Choosing to share his food with her instead.

But he oddly didn’t feel hungry this time, feeling full off that rare smile she had on her face.

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[screambirdscreaming]

I swear I've been down this rabbit hole before

It goes like:

Some nice looking models on etsy/etc, but none of them are articulated which is sort of unsatisfying -> cool articulated prints on thingiverse/et al, but they are all vague in their crab details or stupidly cartoonish -> if I get my search terms just right, image search starts to show me BEAUTIFUL things, but they are all, to a one, listings in high-end online auction houses for 19th century netsuke.

Actually re: previous reblog I could get so into ball jointed dolls if people made dolls of crabs. Or other arthropods for that matter. Why is this not a thing.

[simplyalicee]

Sleepy Teacher

Miss Circle x GN!Reader

You held your papers to your chest, your heels clicking against the hard, tile floor of the hallway. The gentle sounds of your footsteps filled the silence that swept around you. Various flyers decorated the plain walls that were grey and gloomy. You'd occasionally come across a few drawings here and there from students. But aside from that, the design was simple.

You marked your way to the teacher's lounge, your stomach rumbling for some needed food.

You forgot to pack lunch.

You couldn't help it.

You taught your class as usual. Gave a two to three week unit, hand them a study guide, and test them the next day. It was a lot of papers to grade for a single teacher. You feared falling behind, so you spent hours at night trying to grade what you could. And so far, you've only managed to grade half of what was needed to be done. Not to mention that you also hadn't updated your lesson plans yet.

You took a seat at a table, the room empty. You placed the packets of papers on the desk and rubbed your temple. Your head throbbed with excruciating pain. You felt like crying. But you were a teacher. You signed up for this amount of stress, so you resorted to sucking it up with a sigh. After a minute of collecting your thoughts, you grabbed out your pen and began to grade the papers.

Time felt slow, and you grew more tired by the second. Sleep deprivation overwhelmed you and your thinking process. You spent 20 of the 35 minutes of lunch trying to grade a single packet. Your thought process was slowed down that you hadn't registered someone walking in the room.

"Mx. Y/N?" A soft, Japanese accent filled your ears, and you flinched, nearly dropping your pen. You turned your head around to see Miss Circle standing in the doorway.

"Goodness, you nearly scared me to death," you frowned.

"I called your name twice," her eyes narrowed at you.

"You did?"

"I did."

"But I didn't hear you. And since when did you come in?"

Miss Circle didn't say a word. Her eyes stared into your soul, and you knew right away that she caught on to your habits. This wasn't the first time she's found out about your lack of sleep. And unfortunately, she was not real happy about it. Her footsteps clicked against the floor as she made her way to you.

"How much sleep did you get this time?" She asked with a stern tone. You stared at her with visible confusion. You were zoned out until she had to tap your shoulder to get your attention. You simply tilted your head and stared. Miss Circle scoffed lightly.

"How do you expect to be a good role model when you can't even take proper care of yourself?"

"I do take care of yourself," you retorted.

"Then why are you staying up late?"

You stood silent, unsure of what to say or how to respond. You simply shook your head and went back to trying to grade papers. Miss Circle frowned in disapproval. She sat down next to you and lifted your chin up, turning your head to look at her.

"This isn't good for you, you know that by now. If you keep this up, I'll turn you in to the principle—"

"No, please don't!" You protested.

"But I will with the way you're neglecting your sleep. Papers shouldn't be over your top priority."

You stood silent, the feeling of dread washed over you. You hated how caring she was about you. You could handle a few hours of sleep, you thought. You crossed your arms and turned your head away from Miss Circle. Her fingers lightly tap against the table.

"And I'm assuming you didn't pack your lunch either?" She asked. Your eyes widened, and you stood silent. You felt her eyes glare down at you as your silence was obvious enough. Miss Circle mumbled a few words underneath her breath as she went through her lunch bag and pulled out a container with a sliced sandwich. She handed you the bag in front of you and reached over to take away the papers stacked in front of you. You glanced at her and groaned to yourself.

"You really don't need to," you mumbled.

"Oh, but I insist," she whispered back in a hushed but angry tone. "I'm not giving you a choice. Eat."

You shook your head. "No. Come on, seriously. I really need to grade those papers."

"Absolutely not. These papers can wait. Eat the sandwich, and I'll give them back to you."

You snarled in frustration. You were too tired, so you just slammed your head against the table with your arms folded. Miss Circle stared at you for one moment, her eyes narrowed down at you. After a moment of glaring, her gaze softens. She places the papers down beside her and presses her hand on top of yours.

"Listen, I'm not trying to be mean. I'm just worried about you, okay? This isn't healthy for you. You can get yourself sick, you know."

"I know," you sighed. "But it's almost summer break. I can't slack off. The students are stressed enough as it is."

"And so are you. They're not the only ones dealing with stress," she reassured.

"..I'm so tired," you whispered, your vision getting blurry.

"I know you are,"

Miss Circle was about to continue her sentence. But you lifted your head up from the desk, leaned in, and leaned your head against her shoulder. You were tired to notice, but Miss Circle froze with shock and felt her face flush. She stood still and allowed you to lean against her, unsure of what to do. Finally, she wraps her arm around you and holds you close to her.

"Uhm, Y/N?" She gently called out. Nothing. She tilted her head, only to see that your eyes were closed. You fell asleep on her. Miss Circle was flustered, but she held you close. Using her foot, she pulled your chair closer and made you lean on her. You looked so peaceful. Your breathing was steady. You felt at peace. Miss Circle couldn't help but feel her heart swell with adoration.

This was okay. Next hour was her planning period anyway. She didn't mind this, not one bit. Miss Circle kept you close, her fingers gently trailing against your skin that left goosebumps in their wake.

"I suppose a few minutes wouldn't hurt," she whispered, her lips curling into a smile the longer her gaze stayed at yours. She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.

How sweet. ♡

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I wrote this at 11 pm. It's not the greatest, but I hope this is well for you. ♡

[davetada]

Amanda

North Hollywood, CA

[bananayuyu]

Secret, Secret

Pairing: Mingi x f reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 3.9k

Summary: A chance encounter with your neighbor led to the perfect little arrangement. Who could blame you for wanting to keep it a secret?

Warnings: smut, MDNI, dom/sub dynamics, anal play, pet names (good boy, baby), mingi calls reader mommy twice

A/n: I've had this one in the drafts for a little while and I'm so glad to finally be posting! Thinking about whiny subby Mingi always does things to me, the fact that he's so large but so needy... yeah. Hope y'all enjoy! <3

You were half expecting his call. You knew what kind of week he'd had. You knew he'd need some distraction.

It was Friday, 5:30pm.

"Hi Mingi," you answered, your voice gentle. You knew how he'd be feeling, what he'd be wanting from you.

"Y/n," your neighbor groaned through the phone.

"What? What's wrong?" you replied.

"Bad week. Can you come over?" His voice shook as he tried to keep himself from crying.

"I can be there in fifteen minutes, is that okay?" You knew you'd need to pack a small bag.

"Yeah," he sniffled.

"Okay, I'll be right there."

The ride up the elevator was silent, your eyes on the ground to avoid chatting with the man who got on with you. Your mind was already going to a certain place, and you didn't want anything to interrupt it.

His front door opens the moment you knock.

"Oh, come here," you say when you see the look on his face, the stress behind his eyes. You pull him into a hug, friendly and warm, your arms not fully able to reach around his shoulders with his suit jacket still on. You pull back and smile kindly; he looks exquisite in his dark grey suit, and he'd look the model of a well-groomed businessman if it weren't for the tears forming in his eyes.

"Have you had dinner?" you ask. Mingi shakes his head. "Well we really need to do that, then. What should we get?"

"I- I got some food on the way home. It's here," Mingi mumbles, leading the way to his kitchen. On the counter you see carry-out boxes from your favorite Japanese restaurant.

"Did you get me katsudon?" you ask. Mingi nodded his head, looking up at you from the stool he sat on with big, watery eyes. "So you were very sure I'd say yes when you called, weren't you?" you giggle.

Mingi just blinked, not sure if you were making fun of him. You thought it might make him laugh; he sometimes liked when you joked around. But now you could tell it wouldn't be one of those evenings.

"Oh Mingi, I'm sorry," you say, moving over to give him another hug. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders again, his head is tilted back so he still faces you, his eyes not leaving yours. "That was so thoughtful of you, thank you," you coo, stroking your hand comfortingly through his hair. "You're so thoughtful and caring, so kind," you continue, placing a gentle kiss to the top of his head. It's this treatment, this praise, that finally makes him break. He buries his face in your chest and starts crying.

~~~~

How lucky he was to have bumped into you the day you were moving in. What a coincidence, that you were struggling with your last few boxes after your brother had to leave, your overconfidence in your strength showing itself. How lucky you were that he was walking towards the elevator at that exact moment, when you almost dropped the box, and that he caught it just in time.

And how lucky you both were that he ran into you again a week later, when your dining table had finally shipped. You desperately needed help putting it together, and who better than your acquaintance in his well-fitted suit. He looked intimidating, almost scary. But his eyes were kind. When he ran his fingers through his hair and took off his glasses, you caught a glimpse of who he really was. Soft, sensitive. His eyes lit up when you spoke in awe of his strength, lifting the completed table off the ground by himself. A big, gorgeous smile crept over his face.

Maybe it was strange that none of your friends knew about him, that no one in your life did. But you couldn't feel bad about keeping your evenings spent together a secret.

~~~~

It took a few minutes, but finally his heaving shoulders relaxed, his breathing normalized. You pulled away and wiped his tears, opening your boxes of food and handing him some chopsticks. His face was red and neck was warm to the touch, and he looked almost faint as he started eating.

"Why don't you change out of your suit?" you asked, knowing how uncomfortable it was.

"Too much effort," he croaked, his mouth full of food, his eyes still red.

You inhale slowly and shake your head, a smile creeping up the corners of your lips. You move over to start removing his jacket for him; you know it's what he wants, especially after how he reacted earlier when you tried to make a joke. He needs to be cared for. You unbutton his white shirt, slowly pulling it off his arms, leaving him in just his undershirt. You kneel down and start untying his shoes, gently moving his feet from under the chair so you can slide them off, doing absolutely everything for him. Carefully you place the shoes in his front closet where they belong.

You come back to take a look at him, assessing everything.

"Can I take off your belt?" you ask, assuming he'd feel better without the restriction. Mingi gulped, but still moved his chair back a bit so you had access. You lean down over him, slowly unbuckling. "Is this too close for comfort?" you whisper, giggling and smiling at him. You swipe your hand a bit lower than necessary while you pull it out of the loops, just for your own fun. Maybe you like the way his body jolts when your hand brushes subtly against his already half-hard cock.

"Does that feel better?" you ask, eyes innocent, laying the belt out of the way. Mingi sighs and nods, his head falling back as he takes in a slow, deep breath. His body is taught with stress, his throat bobbing as he swallows hard, overwhelmed by his feelings. "Why don't you go sit on the couch?" you ask, knowing the softness of it will help calm him. "I'll put something funny on," you say, a ruse. You both know exactly why you want him sat on the plush couch in his living room. But he plays along too. He has to.

Placing your leftovers in the fridge, you make your way to his TV in the living room. You don't take a long time selecting a show, knowing it doesn't really matter. You click on the first thing you know is a safe bet, turning the volume down low enough that it won't have a chance of interrupting. Mingi lumbers over to the couch, collapsing down onto it dramatically. He's always sensitive, but tonight he's especially so, making a sick part of you so very excited.

You come to sit next to him, running a hand through his hair, watching his chest rise and fall with what seems to still be the stress of his week. But it could be something else too, that's making him breathe like that, and that thought makes your body start to tingle, knowing just where this is headed.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you ask him, grabbing his hand and giving it a gentle kiss.

"Mm-mm," Mingi shakes his head, his eyes still closed.

"Just watch then, let it distract you," you say to him, gently coaxing his head towards the TV. You start running your hands up and down his arms, slowly snaking your nails in sweeping figure eights, mesmerized as you watch his body respond. The muscles of his abdomen and thighs flex, and you watch him spread his legs a bit wider, his body coming more and more under your control. "Keep watching," you say when he turns his head towards you, noticing how his cheeks are ever so slightly flushed. You love building it up slowly, love spending hours making him react to you, beg for you, need you. You keep running your hands over his arms, occasionally rubbing his chest too, or brushing over his neck, his breathing quick when you do so. He's so, so wound up tonight, so much more than he's been in a while, so it's taking longer than expected for his body to relax. But you don't really mind that, it's a welcome change. You get to spend even longer feeling over his perfect body, watching him twitch and squirm underneath your hands, such dramatic reactions from such gentle touches.

You're getting too worked up yourself now, seeing how fast and hard he's breathing, how much he almost seems to be suffering from your movements. You move yourself to straddle one of his thighs, positioning yourself in the perfect spot so the pressure is hitting your clit deliciously. You keep running your hands over him, now going underneath his shirt and running them over his stomach, and snaking them down the thigh you aren't straddling, squeezing the taught muscles you find.

"You're so strong," you say in his ear, making his eyebrows furrow and mouth fall open just a touch. He quietly whines at you, his eyes closing again for a second, your faces closer now that you're sitting on him. "Poor thing, you had such a stressful week, didn't you?" you ask, stroking a hand down his cheek, as once again tears start to form in his eyes. "Oh, don't cry," you coo, wiping the tear as soon as it starts to fall, placing a chaste kiss on his temple. "I'm here now, and I make you feel better, don't I?" you ask, voice as gentle as you can make it. He just nods, still looking like he's about to break. "You look so pretty when you cry," you whisper, pushing your hips down slightly, feeling the friction on your clit. Mingi's pained expression finally shifts more towards one of lust, as he feels you grind down on his thigh, the praise making his head fuzzy. You can feel how hard he is now, your hand on his thigh again brushing past him 'accidentally,' making a small moan escape his throat. He swallows and tries to slow his breaths, his embarrassment evident at the accidental sound. "What was that?" you ask him, your voice bright with innocence, making Mingi's dick throb. He loves when you make fun of him, when you make him feel like a fucking pervert, in the way that you do. Pretending like you don't know what's happening, like you aren't in control.

"Mingi, why is your dick so hard?" you ask him, twisting your face into a look of confusion. You rub your hand along it over his pants, as if it needed pointing out. "It's straining against your pants," you say, like you're shocked. Like this wasn't exactly what you knew would happen.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Mingi mumbles, his eyes closing as several more tears flow down his cheeks.

"Oh, don't apologize," you say, continuing to run your hand along it, adding pressure slowly. "I was just surprised, that's all. It's so big," you continue, making his ego inflate, his head so fuzzy now he can barely speak. He just groans in response to you, his breaths almost ragged now, his body finally, finally starting to relax. You feel the muscles of his abdomen and thighs finally soften, as he lets himself give into your movements, his dick throbbing as you keep applying more and more pressure to your strokes. His hips start moving, like he's trying to fuck your hand, his head thrown back against the cushions of the couch. As much as you're here to please him you know you must drag this out, must make it last a long time. So you cruelly pull your hand back, moving it to again rub along his arms and chest. Mingi whines dramatically, a look of pure pain on his pretty face. "What?" you ask him, pouting, like you don't know exactly why he just made that noise. He whines at you again, his eyes watery. "Can you use your words?" you ask, brushing his cheek with your thumb.

You're expecting him to nod, expecting him to make some affirmative sound, and you aren't prepared for just how worked up you've made him. Suddenly he's unbuttoning his pants and shifting them down, pulling out his rock hard cock, already flushed and leaking. "Need it, need it, need it," he babbles as he starts stroking himself, his hand tight around his shaft as he starts to writhe, his moans high pitched coming from his tight throat. You've never seen him like this; he always waits for you to make him cum, for you to touch him. His breaths become uneven as he starts to cry again, his body shaking as he strokes himself hard and cries even harder.

"Shh, slow down," you say, rubbing a hand along his arm, trying to get his movements to slow.

"I need to cum," he whines between sobs, his hand not relenting, even as you put yours over it and try to slow his momentum.

"I know, but it'll feel so much better if you let me help you," you say, trying not to be stern. You feel for a moment like he's taking off without you, like he's so far gone that your normal scene can't play out. But just that one sentence has him slowing as you wanted him to.

"Please let me cum soon," he cries, still lazily stroking himself.

"I promise, I won't make you wait," you coo, placing a gentle kiss on his tear stained cheek. "Stand up, take off your clothes," you say as you climb off of him, going over to the end table to find the bottle of lube always stashed there. You move to the hallway quickly too, to grab a towel from the closet, placing it down on the couch. Mingi does as he's told, and when you stand up to look at him he's completely naked, his perfect body on full display. His dick stands tall, looking painfully hard. "Hands and knees," you say, pointing to the towel, making him whimper. He runs over to you and places a kiss on your lips, moaning into you pathetically, involuntarily rubbing himself against you as he grabs at you desperately. "Mingi, don't you want to cum?" you ask as you break the kiss, staring at him with big, knowing eyes. Immediately he situates himself as you told him to, his perfect ass high in the air as he looks back at you, as you pop open the bottle of lube and slowly start coating your fingers. You sit behind him, your left hand massaging his cheeks, your right hand starting to circle around his entrance, making him start to moan again. You can feel his body buzzing with anticipation, which is making his muscles too active, so you keep massaging him to try to help him relax. You know he'll never be able to take your fingers if he can't.

"Can you relax for me?" you ask him. He groans, shoving his face into the couch, his ass now even more open to you. You feel him trying to breathe deeply, trying to do what you've asked. But it isn't working, he's still too wound up.

"Mingi, I need you to relax more. It isn't going to feel good if you can't," you say, keeping your tone light even as you command him. "Breath with me, ready? Breath in, all the way, now out, slowly, slowly."

He does as he's told, but his out breath is shaky, too fast, and you can feel his body is still tight.

"I need you to go even slower for me," you continue, rubbing your left hand up and down his back comfortingly. "Okay, breathe in," you fill your lungs, showing him what you want. "Okay, now, slowly breathe out..." and as he does you finally slip a finger inside him, also slowly, matching the pace of his breath. He groans into the cushion, his hole tight but ready for the intrusion. "Good boy, you did so well for me," you say, moving the finger out gently, then slowly pushing it back in. He's already a groaning mess underneath you, as you set a gentle pace, your left hand coming down to softly massage his balls just the way he likes it.

"Fuck, ahh," he groans, his dick rock hard and aching from the multiple points of stimulation.

"That feels good, doesn't it?" you ask, picking up the pace of your finger just a little, hitting that spot inside him that feels so fucking good. "Mm-hmm," he responds, turning his head further to the side so he can catch a breath, his eyes still leaking tears down his beautiful cheeks. "I always make you feel so good, don't I baby?" You finally pull out completely and add another finger, carefully entering him again as you feel his body stretch, his legs trembling slightly at the feeling. "Fuck," he groans again, as you just stay still for a moment when you've gone as deep as you can go. You let his body rest, momentarily halting your touch on his balls, letting him focus on just the feeling of being penetrated. Slowly you pick up your pace again, holding his hips up to you for leverage. It's hard to believe that before you he'd never had anything up his ass, never let anyone do anything quite like this. He loves it so much you don't usually believe him when he says he's never stuck something up there himself. But you let yourself believe it in these moments, because the feeling of having him in a way no one else has, and the way he loves it so damn much, makes you head swim with pride in a way that's too addicting. You're careful with prepping him, at least you try to be, but once you've got him here and he's writhing beneath you, you know what he can take.

"Harder," you hear him mutter just as you add strength to your thrusts, as if you read his mind. Immediately he's moaning louder, unable to stop himself, the tears falling again. "Fuck, even harder, please," he begs, drool leaking from the corner of his lips, his tongue laying partially out of his mouth as he's rocked back and forth from the strength of your thrusts.

"Good boy, you take it so well," you praise, fucking him hard now, your shoulder starting to burn from the repetitive motion. You look down to see his dick hanging between his legs, his thighs spread further now as he arches his back to give you the best angle. It's red, so red, and when you brush a hand over it his whole body jolts, a breath getting lost in his throat as he gasps. This was what you were waiting for all night; you knew he'd be so sensitive, and too easy to mess with. You can make all your dreams come true now, can make him whine and beg in all the ways you want.

"Fuck, please, touch me," he whines, his breathing still ragged from the way you're unrelentingly fucking him, his body trying to regain it's sanity after the way your touch rocked him.

"Like this?" you ask, brushing against it again, his body reacting the same. He lets out a strangled whine, his breath stuttering, his head lifting from the couch for a moment as he resituates himself. Your chest is full of intoxicating pride, his body reacting so intensely to your touches. It makes you feel like there's magic dripping from your fingertips, like you're a god amongst men.

"Nooo," he cries, sniffling and wiping away his tears hastily, shoving his hips into your hand as if it will get him what he wants.

"Was that not what you wanted?" you ask, your tone mocking, your right hand still not relenting. "What did you want, baby?"

"Touch me, please," he whines again, his breathing ragged.

"But I'm already touching you," you say, seeing how long you can drag this out.

"You know, fuck, mommy, you know what I, hic, mean," he sputters, making you body jolt at the nickname. He's never used that before, and it seemed to come from the depths of his brain, making the whole scene even hotter. You'd reduced him to his instincts, his mind too focused on getting the release he needed to be filtering anything.

"I don't know if I do, baby, you'll have to tell me. Use your words," you coo, your pussy clenching hard as you feel your own arousal leak down your leg, in anticipation of him finally breaking.

"No, mommy, ahhh, I can't, I can't, please, please, pleas-" his words are cut off by a sharp wail, as he finally starts to truly cry. His abdomen heaves from his deep, sharp breaths, his tears flowing fast and leaving an ever-growing stain on the couch cushion. His hands are gripping onto whatever they can find, his body putting all his remaining energy towards keeping his hips up, chasing his pleasure.

"Oh baby I'm sorry, I didn't realize you needed it so bad," you say as you spit into your hand, quickly reaching down between his thighs to start stroking him in earnest, starting at a moderate pace but quickly picking it up. His shaft is harder than you can ever remember it being, and you pump your hand up and down tightly, matching pace with your fingers in his ass. "I'll let you come now, I promise," you coo, his cries still racketing through him, his body shaking with the pleasure you're giving. He's babbling incoherently now, clearly trying to communicate something but unable to form the words, and soon you feel his cock even harder and hotter in your hand, if it was even possible. Suddenly he's shooting his load onto the towel beneath him, long ropes of hot cum coating the light blue cotton, his ass clamping down hard on your fingers as he finally comes. You continue to stroke him through it, but it's over as quickly as it hit him, so hard that he's collapsed already, trapping your hand awkwardly underneath him. You awkwardly remove it, having to lift up his thigh yourself, his body still shaking as he sniffles, the remnants of his stress still working themselves out. You gently pull your fingers out of his ass, quickly moving to wash your hands in the bathroom before returning to him and stroking his hair, giving him gentle kisses on the cheek until he's no longer crying.

That night he gets his favorite treat in the world, the chance to spend hours between your legs, your pussy his favorite midnight snack. You can't remember how many times you came, only that he did too, without any stimulation; just the taste of you and the feeling of your thighs crushing his head were enough to send him over the edge. You both slept like logs, as you always did, your bodies and minds calm from getting just the sexual satisfaction you needed. In the dead of night he wrapped himself around you, tucking his head into your chest even though he's so tall, burying his face in that perfect spot in your neck.

And just like always, you wake before he does, your body ready to go. You have too much to do today for your brain to let you sleep in, but you see how peacefully Mingi is still sleeping and decide not to wake him. With care you remove yourself from him, from the bed, and finally from the room, gathering your things and brushing out your hair, trying to look presentable. On your way out you leave a note on his kitchen counter, by the coffee machine.

Thanks for dinner :), it reads.

You both know you're thanking him for much more than that.

[girlsloveupdates]

Hi, there!

I was wondering if you had some sort of a list of long-lenght GL movies from any Asian country. I've either found short films on GagaOOLala, or very few titles at all.

Hi! There are lots of movies and many good lists to find online, especially on Letterboxd. Here are some I’ve watched and would recommend:

Blue (2002), dir. Hiroshi Ando

An introverted schoolgirl falls in love and starts a relationship with one of her classmates. Set in a small seaside town in Japan.

Saving Face (2004), dir. Alice Woo

A Chinese-American lesbian and her traditionalist mother are reluctant to go public with secret loves that clash against cultural expectations.

The Handmaiden (2016), dir. Park Chan-wook

In 1930s Korea, a swindler and a young woman pose as a Japanese count and a handmaiden to seduce a Japanese heiress and steal her fortune.

Billie & Emma (2018), dir. Samantha Lee

Billie, a teenage rockstar, moves to the province and meets Emma, a model and almost perfect example of a good daughter. They go through the experience of first love.

Moonlit Winter (2019), dir. Lim Dae-hyung

The arrival of an intimate letter prompts a young woman to bring her mother on vacation to a small Japanese town, where someone special resides.

Badhaai Do (2022), dir. Harshavardhan Kulkarni

A gay cop and a lesbian teacher enter a sham marriage to pacify their families but find that relationships — both real and fake — aren’t all that easy.

Maja Ma (2022), dir. Anand Tiwari

A rumour about an unassuming housewife threatens to disrupt her middle-class family’s life on the eve of her son’s engagement.

Rookie (2023), dir. Samantha Lee

An awkward 6-footer teen is forced to learn and play volleyball half-heartedly when the Catholic school she transferred to did not have a basketball team. Everything changes when she meets her star player.

[juusauce]

Angel Baby (ft. Kurolisa)

DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. All the characters in the story are from Haruichi Furudate’s manga, Haikyuu, and the author creates some characters. Some places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places, or people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

The mentioned characters are not mine, credit to Furudate Haruichi.

If you hate my ship, please stop reading; I don’t want to block readers, so please be respectful.

Ⓒjuusauce - do not copy, paste, or translate my works anywhere.

NOTES: inspired from the song of Troye Sivan’s Angel Baby & Jonaxx' TBIP, timeskip age

Inspired by the ones created by @maysdigitalarts

SUMMARY: Kuroo Tetsurou thought love didn't exist, but when he met this strange girl, an angel-like Alisa Haiba, everything changed. Is everything he does for her motivated only by his desire for her, or is he truly in love with her?

made by @saradika

I am one of those who does not believe in love. After my parents separated, I began to feel that love did not last forever. My mother was found cheating with a younger colleague at work, according to my elder brother. And she was the first lady to break my heart. It was the reason I loathed women. I don't take relationships seriously. I get satisfaction from playing with women's hearts.

"Bro, check this out," Tooru said as he switched his phone to mine. "She's sexy as hell."

Tooru's habit is to check out some hot ladies on Instagram.

"She's quite hot, huh?"

I sipped my coffee quietly as I shifted my gaze to the documents on the table. I almost forgot I still had work to do.

Shit! I massaged my temples. My job has been causing me stress. After my father resigned as CEO, the sudden dumping of everything on me caused me to stop going to parties and seeing my women, leaving me completely stunned.

"Do you have a problem?" he asked softly as he patted my back.

I sighed and looked at him. 

"Is it about women again?" I groaned. "It's not about them, but about this," I said, pointing to the documents piled on my table.

He patted me on the back. "Don't stress yourself out; come on, relax for a while."

Now I massaged my throbbing fucking head. I sighed, wondering where I could be.

"Tsk!" I checked my watch and it was almost 7:30 a.m. Damn it! I have a meeting in 45 minutes. How could I possibly get there on time? I'm not feeling well after last night's drinking party.

When I turned to my side, I noticed a woman sleeping next to me. So she’s the girl I bedded last night? Hmm, not bad at all but I don’t need to bother about her. I’m already finished with her, anyway.

I’m tip toeing as I walk slowly, carefully not making any noise as I’m trying to leave her room. I hurriedly packed and wore my clothes. I didn’t bother to glance at her as I hastily went to my car. When I reached outside, I immediately searched for my car. But damn it! I can’t find it!

Tsk! Where the hell did I park it? But suddenly, I saw the truck start towing my car. I shouted several times but the towing truck did not stop. I would be late today. Shit!

I ran closer to the upcoming taxi but suddenly someone stopped me from opening its door.

“I hold it first.” she angrily said.

“What are you talking about? I’ve been waiting for a taxi cab for an hour.”

“I have to get in first. I’m late for the audition.”

“And I’m late for my mee—” she didn’t let me finish what I said and took the taxi cab.

What the fuck?

I’m really in a bad mood today, a lot of things happened to me, including my headache, to the girl I bedded with, my car and the worst of all, that girl I randomly met along the way, she was the reason why I’m too late today. Damn it!

After our meeting, I immediately went straight to my office, to start doing the work I needed to do.

I groaned as I checked each model’s profile. I sighed and massaged my temple. This is stressing the hell out of me. Honestly, I would prefer partying and having fun with women than sitting here and checking these damn profiles.

But I stopped when I saw a familiar face. I smirked when I remembered what happened earlier, this girl told me she was gonna be late for the audition. 

Hmm, so she is Alisa Haiba. I smiled at the plan I had in mind. I leaned my back on the chair and I brushed my index finger on my lips while reading her profile.

She looks so interesting, huh?

I bit my lip as I scanned her portfolio. She’s really beautiful and sexy, huh? 

Even though I wasn’t part of the judging team of the audition, they let me inside the room. I quietly sat on my chair while I waited for the next candidate to enter. Honestly, this is the first time I sat here.

“Miss Alisa Haiba, you’re next.”

My eyes shifted to the door where she stood. She stiffened when our eyes met. You remember me, huh? 

I lowered my head pretending to read her profile just to hide my smirk.

“Okay, Miss Alisa Haiba.” I read her name sensually, looking at her intently from head to toe and then back to her face.

“Hmm?” I leaned on my chair while my legs were leg-lock. “Move closer…”

Her eyes widened because of my request. I smirked as if I won a game. 

“Turn around.”

She wanted to say something but I didn’t let her speak.

“Miss Haiba, I don’t want to waste my time. Do what I say.”

She hesitated, and yet she turned around, I smirked again. I can’t stop smirking just because of the sight of her. She got both big boobs and butt, a small waist and an angelic face. 

I shut my eyes. Damn it! Tetsurou, be professional! Don’t be such a dick here!

“Turn around again and face us.” I intertwined my hands as I leaned my elbow on the table. 

I couldn’t help but smile when she faced us.

“I want you…” I said it while looking at her intently. She gasped as she averted her eyes, avoiding my gaze. 

I laughed to lighten the atmosphere between us. “You’re accepted—”

“What?!” Miwa looked so angry at me, the edge of my lips lifted, forming a smirk as I faced her.

“What’s the problem?”

“You’re asking me that? Seriously, Kuroo? You accepted this girl! She didn’t even reach the stand—”

“What’s wrong with her? She has an angelic and sexy body, so why not accept her right away?” Her lips parted, she couldn’t believe what I’m saying.

I didn’t let her talk again and asked my secretary about the contract signing for Alisa.

Every time she is in front of the camera. I can see the passion in her eyes. Posing as if no one’s looking at her.

When our eyes met, she looked so conscious about herself but kept herself composed. One of my brows raised. Trying to be tough, huh? 

I smirked. 

“So, are you interested in this girl, huh?” Tooru mumbled, standing right next to me.

“She got a pretty and innocent face…” he smirked, looking back and forth between me and Alisa. “You change your preferences, huh?”

“Shut up! I’m just checking here if everything’s okay. And the hell! I’m not interested in her.”

He smirked. “Geez! You’re too obvious, man.”

I groaned. “Oh? Shut up!” he chuckled, teasingly looking at me.

“Why don’t you admit that she already got you, huh?” he put his hand on his chin and smirked at me. “Because of pride?”

“What are you talking about?” I shake my head in disbelief, I couldn’t believe he said that. Me? Interested in her? Hell, no!

“You did great, Alisa.” He casually said it. She shyly smiled at him. I got irritated when Tooru tried to flirt with her. I called his attention. “We got to go now.”

“Huh? Where are we going now?” he looked confused but later on there was a smirk on his face. I got irritated by the way he looked at me.

“Oh? Someone’s jealous here.” he chirped. I glared at him but he just shrugged it off.

“Bye, miss beautifu—aw!” I elbowed him but he just laughed and then he winked at her.

Did she give him a shy smile? What the hell?! Is she flirting back at him? Tsk! What a pity girl, too naïve about everything.

My eyes darted at the big led tv screen. I saw her again but this time I am looking at the advertisement flashing on the tv screen. My heart suddenly pumped against my chest. What was this? Because of frustration, I brushed my palm to my face.

When I looked back at the screen again, I saw her expressive eyes. It looked like she was looking at me while her lips showed a mischievous smile, and my pants tightened. 

Fuck! I was aroused because of that?

Oh! Com’on Tetsurou, how many days since the last time you had sex? I sighed.

I’ve been on a diet for almost a week! Maybe that’s why I’m too horny tonight. I think I need to go to the bar to find someone where I can release my heat. But I’m not in the mood. The hell!

I gritted my teeth, annoyed while searching on the internet. I couldn’t find any further information about Alisa, so I dialed Kenma’s number.

“What now?” Kenma languidly asked me from the other line.

“I have a favor to ask you.”

“What?”

“I want you to investigate everything about Alisa Haiba.”

“Oh? A woman…” Amusement was in his voice. “Another chick, huh?”

I frowned. “Stop interrogating me. Just do your job.”

I heard him laugh. “Fine. Whatever, motherfucker!”

If tabloids won’t tell me about you, then let’s do some dirty work, baby.

She looked so shy and nervous right now, in contrast to how fierce and shameless she is on the camera. 

Every time she looked in my direction, she would immediately avoid my gaze. Is she trying to ignore me? I grinned. Do you think you could get me through those old tricks of yours? Good luck, miss.

I stood and went near the group of women where Miwa was in. They laughed and it got me irritated by what I heard. They looked surprised, especially her, when I butt in at their conversation.

“Ladies, excuse me, may I know what you were talking about, hmm?” I smiled at them to hide my annoyance.

They looked at each other and then looked at me awkwardly. “O-oh? It’s nothing. Uhh, that was all about girly talk, right girls?”

I smiled at them again.

“Did you know, it’s not good for elite women to talk behind other people’s lives.” they looked so pale, bull’s eye! I smirked at them as I excused myself.

I could see from where I was sitting how those filthy men were touching her legs. She looked so nervous but by the way, she brushed it off, not minding their touches and explicit remarks, it got me more irritated.

So it was true, that she’s a prostitute? And what Miwa's circle of friends said were true? Well, as a matter of fact, what else can I expect from a woman like her? She has a brother to support. Maybe, because of poverty, she was forced to do that, to have money.

“So that was true, huh?” I smirked.

“Huh?”

“Models are escorts too, right? Are you denying it?” I laughed without humor. “But look, why does it seem like you’re one of them?” I said it, intently to hurt her. Somehow, it made me lose my temper. I got irritated when I saw how her eyes panicked.

“Excuse me? What did you—”

“Trying to stay innocent, huh? Did you receive a payment for allowing them to touch you? Did you agree to meet them after this party?”

I shouldn’t flinch. But damn!  I saw her tears falling. I shouldn’t care if she was hurt by my insult, right? But what if she was trying to be innocent? Damn it!

“Hey, man—Oh? Alisa, what happened?” Tooru asked her and he looked suspiciously at me. “Don’t tell me—”

“Don’t cry as if you didn’t let them touch you.”

“Tetsurou!” He exclaimed. “Wait? Did I miss something here?” He coaxed her.

I gritted my teeth. 

“Tooru, stay out of this! This has nothing to do with you!”

“But—”

“I said, stay out of this motherfucker!”

I saw how her eyes looked at Tooru pleadingly, with a tear over it. It’s like she’s trying to show us that she’s about to cry. Damn it! Damn it! She’s not only good at seducing men but also a good actress huh?

“I guess it’s right, isn’t it?” I was fuming mad while looking at her.

“I was trying not to make a scene—”

“Trying not to make a scene or did you just like how they touched you?”

Tooru gasped but I didn’t let him speak. I glared at her. I don’t know if I was mad because she let those fucking perverted old geezer or I was mad because she was pleading at Tooru or I was mad at myself? Damn… damn it!

“I don’t like—”

“Oh? Really?” I snorted with laughter, it was full of sarcasm. “Or did you swallow your pride for the sake of money?” I shut my eyes and scolded myself in my mind. I am confused about how I should feel.

“That’s enough, Tetsurou!”

After I said those words, I felt cold in my stomach. Something about my insults and the way her eyes glistened, made me feel guilty. It’s like she’s not lying, those glistening eyes were the evidence that she was hurt by what I’ve said.

Stop thinking about it, Tetsurou! I’ve been in the business for years and I already know how to distinguish liars from those who are telling the truth. She deserves my insults. Honestly, it was not enough. A woman like her was just like my mother, a whore, a slut or whatever they called it. Acting pity to manipulate men, huh? Do you think it will work for me? Sorry to disappoint you, but it won’t work for me.

“What’s your problem, Tetsurou?” Tooru asked me after Alisa left.

I’m just interrogating her but she was insisting that she was innocent. Tch! What a liar.

“She was acting pure and denying that she’s not an escort—”

He laughed full of sarcasm. “Seriously, Tetsurou? And so what? If she’s an escort, then it’s none of your business.”

“You’re acting like a protective boyfriend here.” He shook his head.

I stopped and realized what I was fucking doing earlier. What the fuckery was that?!! Does it have to do with me? Honestly, it doesn’t. Why the fucking hell I was so annoyed, huh? That was none of my fucking business! But I was hella fuck up, I was annoyed, her, trying to be looked innocent even though she was not!

I glanced at where she was, more annoyed and irritated.

She both has a pretty face and a sexy body, a body that men could die for. She has an hourglass figure, a thin waist, long legs and both of her breasts and ass are huge.

Those men who love paying for sex would like her so much. She would easily be all men’s fantasy with that innocent face, soft expressive green eyes, perfect heart-shaped lips and a sexy body of hers.

I gritted my teeth when I thought about it. Innocent, my ass. She may look like an angel but she’s not innocent like what she’s claiming to be. I couldn’t even imagine her high school or college years with boys making passes at her like a ball. I’m sure those fucking bastard youngsters were too crazy about her for that kind of face and body, right? And don’t tell me, she didn’t like any one of them?

Wait, what?!! Why the hell do I bother thinking about that, anyway? The hell do I care about that!

I was inside of my car, calling my secretary as I looked around, my eyes glued to the restaurant near me.

My eyes widened when I saw Alisa get off the van. Two men went with her, and one of them was Mr. Kazuhito Hyakuzawa, a well-known politician, entrepreneur and investor. He’s notorious for taking models with him and becoming their “sponsor”. That old man is doing dirty work again and his victim today is none other than Alisa. Fuck!

I gritted my teeth, not minding what my secretary told me. I’m completely distracted so I told her something came up and I will call her later. Before she could speak, I ended the call and started walking toward the restaurant.

I almost lost my temper when the valet’s restaurant blocked my way. He asked me about my car so I annoyingly gestured where I parked it. After that, I immediately went inside the restaurant.

“What the fuck is she wearing?” I angrily mumbled it.

Back then, I didn’t care about women’s clothes. I’ve seen a lot of women wear more revealing clothes than her but I was really bothered about it. Maybe it was because of her body, making her clothes look so small for her size or I wasn’t used to seeing her in a dress like that. Shit! But whatever! I shouldn’t be bothered, right?

As she absentmindedly pulled the hem of her very short skirt, it looked like she was uncomfortable. In just a simple movement, her panties would reveal and her breast would spill out from it.

I frowned as I lined up behind her. She took off from the van with Mr. Kazuhito, wearing revealing and sexy clothes and they were near the hotel. Don’t tell me…ugh! Why am I bothered about it? It had nothing to do with me!

But that was so disappointing. Wait! Why should I feel disappointed and surprised about it? In the first place, she was not innocent, she was just trying to be.

“Why were you with him?” I repeatedly asked her, accused her of a lot of things and even insulted her.

I was curious about how she came into that situation? I overheard their conversation, and she promised him something. And what the hell was that? Did she back out because the payment was not enough? Did she regret it? She can’t bear to sleep with that old geezer so she backs out?

I got irritated more when her tears fell after I mercilessly interrogated her. I’m sure she’s doing that on purpose so I could feel sorry for her, but it didn’t work for me.

Her eyes were bloodshot, her eyelashes were too wet because of tears, and her cheeks and nose were both red. She sniffed, trying to make herself better.

What the fuck? I saved her from that filthy old man! And then what now? Why did I feel like I was the one who should feel guilty? Like, I’m the one who should be blamed for it. Wait, am I the one who pushed her to go there? In fact, she willingly went with that old geezer.

Part 2

[hawkatana]

So, given everything that's happened in recent hours, I thought I might give people who don't know about Gundam some stuff to learn about. Hopefully I can give a balanced and not-racist take like some people.

What is Gundam?

Created by Yoshiyuki Tomino with help by Yoshikazu Yasuhiko and animated by the studio Sunrise (currently Bandai Namco Animation, though I refuse to call them that), the original Mobile Suit Gundam released in 1979 to initially-limited success, though would gain popularity through a combination of fujoshis shipping the characters, the sale of plastic model kits referred to as "Gunpla" and a recut of the series into three compilation movies throughout the early 80's. And as of 2024 is the 66th highest-grossing media franchise of all time, beating out Scooby Doo, Minecraft and the Simpsons.

Also, I'm pretty sure it's what sparked Japanese sci-fi's obsession with O'Neill Cylinders.

The original anime takes place in the year 0079 of the Universal Century, where the Principality of Zeon: a nation composed of orbital space colonies declares a war of independence against the Earth Federation. This "One Year War" has already claimed half the human population by series start and is waged through the use of "Mobile Suits": bipedal mecha powered by a fusion reactor capable of effectively fighting out in the reaches of space.

Main character Amuro Ray is the son of a Federation engineer who lives in an out-of-the-way space colony, though soon finds his home under attack by a Zeon infiltration. After finding the secret Mobile Suit project his father was working on: the RX-78-2 Gundam, he fights off the Zeon invaders, though finds himself and a bunch of other kids conscripted by the Federation to fight the forces of Zeon aboard the ship the White Base. Throughout his journey, Amuro and the Gundam fight many battles against Zeon, including against their mysterious masked ace pilot Char Aznable.

The series was responsible for the codification (but not creation, people get this wrong all the time) of the "Real Robot" subgenre of mecha, where the robots were relatively more realistic and used as weapons of war as opposed to the more fantastical "Super Robot" subgenre pioneered by Mazinger Z and Getter Robo.

A major theme of the show, and the franchise as a whole is "War is bad", as demonstrated through this meme:

Yes, this is the original version of this meme format.

Anyway, Tomino, a renowned pacifist who grew up in the shadow of Japan's involvement in WW2 tried to use his platform as an anime director to try and tell a story that would get people to realise war's futility and brutality.

So I hear you asking, "That's nice and all, but what about the space lesbians who beat Destiel on their home turf?" Well, let's get into that.

What is the Witch From Mercury?

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury, or "G-Witch" for short is one of the more recent entries in the Gundam Franchise and a (very) loose adaptation of William Shakespeare's The Tempest. Set in the year 122 Ad Stella, the solar system is under the de facto control of the Benerit Group: a megacorporation with borderline-medieval internal politics that maintains a system of capitalism that benefits Spacians at the expense of those who live on Earth.

Main heroine Suletta Mercury enrolls at Asticassia School of Technology owned by the Benrit Group at the behest of her mother: CEO Prospera Mercury of the Mercury-based Shin Sei Development Corporation, and wins a Mobile Suit duel against a bully in her own MS: the Gundam Aerial. This however means she has now won the hand in marriage of daughter of the Benerit Group CEO: Miorine Rembran, beginning a series of consequences that shape the very political landscape of the solar system.

G-Witch was a massive hit, both critically and commercially. The first episode: the Witch and the Bride attracting record numbers for the studio and the Gunpla kit for the Aerial is currently the best-selling Gunpla kit ever.

Contrary to popular belief, G-Witch is not the first piece of Gundam media to feature a female protagonist. That honour would go to the 2002 Japan-only manga École du Ciel, nor would it have the first queer main character, which goes to 1999's Turn-A Gundam (and if you were to ask any fan of the series, they'd so it goes back to the very beginning). But it became notable for its lesbian representation in anime (in spite of Sunrise's attempts to downplay it, to the anger of the director, writer, producer, artists, animators, cast, fans and even their own parent company Bandai Namco who forced them to back off).

One thing I need to clarify: You don't need to have watched the original series to enjoy G-Witch. They're not even in the same continuity.

So if you're interested in the series and you've only watched G-Witch, I'll give out three recommendations for you all to enjoy:

Mobile Suit Gundam 00

Gundam 00 takes place in the year 2307 (the only series to use our own calendar), where the world is divided between three global superpowers: The Union of Free & Solar Nations (The Americas, Australia, New Zealand and Japan), the Human Reform League (China, South, East, Southeast and Central Asia) and the Advanced European Union (all of Europe, including all of Russia west of the Urals) who each control a space elevator near the equator and wage proxy-wars in Africa and the Middle-East over Earth's dwindling resources. This eventually culminates in the emergence of Celestial Being: a terrorist group consisting of Setsuna F. Seiei, Lockon Stratos, Allelujah Haptism and Tierria Erde, all of whom use powerful "Gundam" Mobile Suits and try to forcefully impose global peace on the Earth.

00 is pretty slow-paced and is more about the world than the individual characters, but said characters are really well-written, especially the characters from the three power blocs who are the de facto protagonists as they try to stop what are in their eyes a bunch of crazed terrorists preaching a hypocritical and incoherent ideology of "peace through force".

And to address the elephant in the room, this series is VERY post-9/11. Constant talks about terrorism, proxy-conflicts in the global south (especially the Middle-East), religious extremism, dwindling resources and the wars fought over them. While the franchise has always been political and of-its-time, you can just tell 00 was made in the mid-2000's. Again, it's good. But just something to keep in mind.

Turn-A Gundam

Turn-A Gundam is one of the weirder elements of the franchise for a myriad of reasons. Not the least of which being its unique setting taking inspiration from the famous sci-fi novel War of the Worlds.

In the Year 2345 of the Correct Century, human civilisation is at a level of technology reminiscent of the late-19th/early 20th centuries, save for the Moonrace on... well, the moon. As part of their queen Diana Soreil's plan to reintegrate both Lunar and Terran societies, several scouts are sent to the planet to set up their return to the planet. One such scout: Loran Cehack integrates into Terran society as a driver for the wealthy Heim family, though at a coming of age ceremony for the family's second daughter, a member of the Moonrace attacks the technologically-inferior Terrans. However, a mysterious mustached statue breaks apart to reveal a "White Doll": the Turn-A Gundam, allowing Loran to fend off the invaders. rest of the series becomes more of a mystery to how the supposedly-peace loving Moonrace could allow of such brutality.

The setting of the Correct Century timeline alone is one of the draws of Turn-A, though its excellent characters and compelling mystery also help a lot.

I do however have two warnings for people interested in watching it. The first is that this series was never dubbed. While it did receive an official sub in 2015, there still isn't a dub for the series. So if that bothers you, there's your warning.

The other is that there's a pretty big twist in the latter part of the series that while I will not spoil it here, it's such a big deal that I can't not mention it. It doesn't make any sense, and it actively detracts from not just the series, but the whole franchise. You'll know it when you see it. It doesn't ruin my enjoyment, but a lot of people don't like Turn-A for that alone.

Mobile Fighter G Gundam

Favourite entry. Don't care. It's peak.

In the Year 60 of the Future Century, war has been abandoned by the nations of humanity in favour of the Gundam fight: a quad-annual fighting tournament between Gundams representative of the countries of the world where the winner rules space until the next Gundam fight, all while leaving the Earth ecologically devastated in the fighting. Neo-Japan's Gundam Fighter: Domon Kasshu arrives on Earth seeking information on his older brother Kyoji, who killed their mother and led to their father's arrest before stealing the experimental Devil Gundam to Earth, beating up every Gundam Fighter in his way. However, he eventually learns of far more dangerous revelations about the incident.

G Gundam is to put it bluntly: bat-shit insane. And I love it. It basically took a look at the then-stagnating franchise in the wake of the wet fart that was Victory Gundam and said "I know what can save this franchise, Bruce Lee movies!" And it somehow worked.

Word of advice: watch it dubbed. Mark Gatha absolutely kills it as Domon every time, and puts just the right amount of ham into every line.

So yeah, that's some stuff on Gundam. This was a long post to write out. I'm gonna take a break now.