#I actually like both dub and sub names for this one so I go with either or!

[miirohs]

meant to take all my love [o.p]

pairing: Dark!Spiderman!Oscar Piastri x GN!Reader wc: 4.4k cw: heavily implied vouyerisim, implied masturbation, implied stalking, graphic descriptions of sexual thoughts, pwp: fingering, oral (f reciving), minor destruction of clothing, grinding, biting, unprotected sex (don't do this btw), riding, dub-con (no explicit consent is given for half the shit they do), mild degradation/dumbification (blink and you'll miss it), praise, overstim, usage of good girl, dom/sub dynamics, power play, the whole 9 yards i guess an: spider oscar save me... also wow this is terrible i did not think there would be a day where i actually wrote smut,,,, moots, please ignore this especially if you know me irl. inspired by: tempo by kyu and the machine by reed wonder/aurora olivas.

[MINORS DNI, you will be blocked if i catch you]

Oscar's skin was burning hot with shame.

He couldn’t help watching you from across your room, still beat up and damp in his spiderman suit, letting him in oh so casually as if it were just another visit from a friend you hadn’t seen in a while. 

You didn’t know it was him.

He was so incredibly in love with you. 

And so incredibly hard right now.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t done this before. Like he hadn’t trailed behind you, an invisible guard dog protecting you from the unknown dangers of the city. Like he hadn’t sat on the fire escape in the early morning hours, watching you toss and turn with a look on your face he could only dream of. He’d found every occasion there was to let himself into your life, learning every little thing about you. you, knowing or not.

He hated himself for how much more he wanted to consume your being.

You only truly knew him as Oscar though. 

Quiet, reserved Oscar, your neighbor who occasionally carried your groceries up the stairs, who sat with you every time you cried about something stupid, who held a soft spot for you almost everyone could see.

The one who dreamed about you writhing under him, hand around his cock while your name fell off his filthy lips.

The guilt was eating him alive. He didn’t know if it was from how close he was, or from how far he’d let it go on.

Probably both, he reasoned, ears burning as he tried to dry off faster.

You were now quietly settled in the corner of your bed, leaning against the walls of your room, book in hand. His eyes only wandered further down. There wasn’t much left to imagination there anyways in the skimpy outfit you had on.

A sick, sticky feeling only stirred in his chest as the thought reignited a thought from two nights ago, when he was safely locked behind his door after another impromptu visit to your window: him crouched between your legs, a soft whimper escaping your mouth as you tugged his head like he was some sort of toy, guiding him to do what you wanted. 

He’d fed that ugly beast, letting it rear its head at even a thought of you. Now it was starving, begging for more than it deserved. More than he deserved.

It was only a couple moments before he broke the silence again. Finding his way to the foot of the bed, hoovering. His heart was hammering in his chest as he opened his mouth, afraid of the filth replaying in his mind spilling out in the place of words.

“Ah- thank you.” He paused for a moment. “For the towel. And the first aid.”

You hummed. “You’re lucky. I almost went out with my friends today, but I decided to stay back. I guess I knew It was gonna be a long night opening my window for strange men to come in.”

His heart leapt out of his chest. He didn’t know if it was jealousy, fear or something bigger than that. “Not just any stranger though. Is that really all I am to you?”

“Totally.” You giggled, unaware of the jealousy that found its way onto his face.

“I may be Spiderman, but I’m just a normal person deep down. Not much different from you.”

“Right.” You smiled that sweet, deadly smile at him, and he felt chest squeeze. “You’re not Spiderman. I guess you’re just Spidey. My Spidey.”

That was all it took for the thin rope of his restraint to snap.

He didn’t think anymore, he just moved, consequences be damned. 

Adrenaline pumped through his veins, blood rushing in his ears as he crawled, filling the space between you two in less than a second.

You raised your hands, startled by the suddenness of his movement, unsure what you were even defending yourself from. You barely registered the sounds of questioning leaving your own throat before he kissed you.

It wasn’t soft like you’d imagined it to be.

No, it was hard and messy, reeking of desperation.

He was clashing with you, pushing himself further onto you. He was trying to pull you closer to himself, hands digging into your sides as you collided into him.

He broke away soon enough, chest rising and falling as if he’d just ran a mile. 

“I- I’ve watched you before.” He panted, words falling out of his mouth. “Watched you live, outside of the protection or the heroics. It’s not fair.”

You froze, brows furrowed as you tried to process the information. “Wh- What do you mean by that?”

You almost swore you could’ve heard him groaning under his breath, pressing his forehead to yours. 

You couldn’t read his eyes, obscured by the mask he wore, but you could still feel the heat radiating off him.

“I’ve been good,” he said feverently, voice wavering as he closed in on your lips again, eyes flitting up at you for a moment. “So fucking good. Sitting outside, listening, waiting, never taking anything you haven’t gave me. I’ve been protecting you.”

Your heart almost stopped. You couldn’t breath, your own eyes wandering down to his exposed lips, raw and glossy as if he’d been biting them in deep frustration. It made you painfully horny and painfully uncomfortable.

“But this isn’t you. You aren’t…” You trailed off. If anything, this was proof, he wasn’t who you thought he was. Your chest ached but his words lit a fire in your cunt, hot and bothered.

It was like walking a taunt tightrope, trembling, heart bursting at the slightest provocation.

He smiled, though it wasn’t one of his usual sweet smiles. It was predatory.

“You don’t know who I am.” He murmured, brittle. “You don’t know me like I want you to know me, baby.”

He kissed you again. Harder, this time.

His hand moved from your waist, greedy as they found their way into your shorts. You were basically unraveling by the time he got to the wet patch on your underwear, failing to stifle a dark laugh at your condition.

Teeth clashed, and his tongue swiped over your lips as if trying to taste your flavor. Another hand ran up your shirt as he played with you through the thin fabric of your panties, pressing down and cupping the area.

You couldn’t hold back the broken whine that slipped, book abandoned somewhere on the floor as you tried to buck up subtly, trying to get friction through the thin fabric.

The concentration in his smile turned mocking, vicious. There was no doubt he’d heard the way your heart was thundering in your chest.

“You like you’re getting off this more than me.” He pulled the waistband, earning a yelp from you when it snapped against your skin. “You’re such a whore even when you try acting shy, baby.”

You grabbed his wrist, trying to pull his hand away from you, but his other hand came back down to stop you. 

He pried your thighs apart, giving you a pointed look as he leaned into you again, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. 

“Behave. I would hate to end things here and I’m sure you want more than this.”

You snapped still.

You couldn’t say you hated it when he said that. No. You loved it, and it felt filthy.

”Good girl. Now take it off, don’t make me ask you again.”

You could’ve sworn you could’ve imagined what his eyes looked like as he watched you gingerly pull your shorts down, hesitating as you reached your underwear. He was peeling off his own skin tight suit, abs toned from nights of swinging and fighting crime.

It was silent for a couple moments as you debated saying something to break the silence, his mouth forming a thin line at your obvious reluctance.

“Hurry up please.” He groaned, shifting uncomfortably. You didn’t dare look down.

You opened your mouth to say something but he beat you to it, hooking a finger through and tearing them straight off.

You couldn’t help the whine that came out, fingers digging into the sheets as the cold air hit the wetness. He was stronger than you thought he'd be but it wasn’t a surprise, he was Spiderman after all.

“You were taking too long.” He snapped, breathing hard as he got closer again. 

You were dazed by your own lack of opposition, somehow entirely comfortable letting him manhandle you as he pleased.

He noticed, eyes flickering underneath the mask back to you.

“Did you know I’ve thought about this all the damn time?” He muttered, reaching ro brush the damp hair sticking to your forehead back. “Wondered all about your sensitivity, wondered what kinds of sounds you make when you cum, ‘bout how nice it would be holding you down and keeping you here.”

You moaned, writhing as he tapped on your clit again, reaching up to loop your hands around his neck.

“Ah- please.”

The tension was a tightrope, trembling with the anticipation of it snapping.

“Yeah?” He exhaled sharply, lips moving down the column of your neck, biting down hard when you gave him access. You could feel his canines sinking into the crook of your neck, unusually sharp.

“You want this, don’t you?” Pain jolted across your body, but It felt good.

“You want me to fuck you with my hand or my tongue? Either way I’ll loosen you up a little, hmm? ‘S that sound good to you baby?” It took everything in you not to squirm at his words and you still failed, letting him push you down as his attention moved to your soaked cunt.

His hand played up your leg while he kissed your neck again and again, fingers brushing against your trembling thighs purposefully until they found their way into your fluttering hole. 

His fingers were coated with your slick as he thrust one in cautiously as a test, causing you to jerk. That was his sign to go, pushing them in and out, sliding with surprising ease.

“You’re so desperate.” He said smugly, kissing your jaw as his thumb started to rub circles into your clit. “Rutting into my hand like you haven’t done this night and night again. I’ve seen it all, pretty girl, can’t keep your hands to yourself when you’re all alone.”

Your heart stuttered and he picked up the pace, free hand keeping your thighs spread. You couldn’t keep your eyes on him, looping your arms around his neck, keeping him locked where he was. He teased another one into you quickly, going deeper until his palm was flush with your cunt. The constant stimulation made you whine, chest tightening with pleasure.

You were heaving with effort, trying to bury your face in the crook of his neck as a hand returned to soothe your sides. “You’re so greedy, letting a person whose face you don’t even know do this kind of thing to you, you’ll just take any stimulation you get, yeah? Your fingers weren’t enough, were they?” He cooed, curling his fingers inside you to get another reaction.

He could be so cruel.

His free hand made its way up your shirt at the same time, this time successfully finding your chest. He tweaked with the nipple, rubbing and pinching at it as you let out a muffled gasp at the sensation.

“Do- hng, do you want me to take my shirt off?” You stuttered, lifting your face from his crook.

He paused, getting slower momentarily. 

“Nah, keep it on, it’s fine.” The loss of stimulation made you feel impatient and needy, but he picked right back up where he had left off.

It was torturous, the coil curling in your belly as he pressed harder and harder. Without warning, it snapped, and you seized up. It was almost shameful, the moan of relief you let out.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’monnn…” He muttered, kissing you again. It was just as messy, only slightly softer though, as if coaxing you into willingly letting him in. He shuddered as you let him have his way, moaning softly into the kiss before letting you go with a quick peck to the corner of your mouth. 

His lips were swollen and pink, hot against your skin as he kissed down your body, pressing one final kiss to your stomach before disappearing from where you could see him. He hooked his arms under your legs, pressing kisses up your inner thigh all the way up.

His breath was hot against your cunt, earning a whine from you as you tried to buck up, only held down by him. You could’ve come from the sensation alone, head clouded with the pleasure of the previous orgasm.

“Mmh, there she is.” He unfurled an arm, prodding at your entrance once again, tracing circles around your lips. “You want something, you’re gonna have to ask for it or are you too dumb from one orgasm to even speak?”

You gaped, trying to squeeze your thighs shut in response, but he pried them apart again with unpracticed ease.

“Ah ah, I didn’t say you could do that, did I?” He sighed, voice rough. “I have to spell it out for you, don’t I baby?”

You swallowed, trying to still yourself as he gripped your legs firmly- reminding you of who was in control.

“Keep still, and let me play with you a little more.” He admitted to you. “Wanted to do this to you for a long time, you can have your fun with me later.”

He perked up a little bit, just enough to catch your eyes and receive confirmation before he went back down on you, kissing all over your cunt.

“Good girl,” He murmured, pressing a small kiss to your clit. “See? Things are good if you keep being a good girl f’me.”

You didn’t argue with him as you might’ve, legs shaking as he dove back in.

His kitten licks were light, but slowly they devolved into bolder licks, running up and down your cunt with utter disregard. 

It was like he was out to personally destroy you, targeting your weak points. He was reading hou, front to back, and for a moment you didn’t doubt his words about knowing you.

He inserted his fingers back into your hole as well, pumping as he sucked and licked at your clit, groaning against your trembling core. He was shaking the bed as well, grinding against the sheets as wet sounds filled the air. You arched your back, gripping the sheets as his nose bumped the bottom of your clit.

His mouth was just as relentless, eager to get you to come again and again. He was greedy, frantic, trying to pull everything he could out of you.

You were shaking, unstable hands slipping again and again from the slick fabric, failing to drag him closer like you desperately wanted to.

Your frustration twisted through your haze. You needed more. Deeper, closer, burning hot-

You didn’t think when you moved, hands moving under the mask at the back of his neck before you pulled. 

His groan of questioning went unnoticed by you yet his mouth didn’t stop even as you pulled the mask up, exposing more of him. 

You just want a better grip on his hair, just enough to-

Your body jolted, freezing in shock as you registered it. 

Oscar.

He froze, looking up at you as if it was his first time ever seeing you. His pupils were blown wide, lips shining and wet.

His breath ghosted your skin and made you even more horny, shamelessly letting more thoughts swarm your head.

His eyes were stirring with some kind of innate obsession, but it flickered as you looked at him. 

It melted. 

Something softer, more distraught took its place: fear. He looked just as desperate as you, if not more, staring at your chest from between your legs like a frightened cat unable to meet your eyes.

You sat up properly, grabbing a fistful of his hair, forcing him to look up at you again.

“I- ah- ah, please.” His Adam's Apple bobbed, a gasp escaping his lips as he looked at you through lovesick eyes. Something came out of his mouth, groaning as you let go, running your fingers through his hair again to fix the mess you’d caused.

You stopped for a moment though, leaning in conspiratorily. “Oscar.”

He shuddered at the sound of his name. It made him look submissive, pliable, like you’d exposed him. It made sense now, why Oscar always looked injured or tired, or why he couldn’t ever seem to meet your eyes when you sat together. The man was in love with you.

You wondered how long he’d been playing you like that, why you hadn’t invited him in sooner.

“You’re not gonna stop me Osc?” You asked softly, watching as he squirmed under your gaze, clearly uncomfortable. His eyes glazed over slightly and face stained with spit and slick. The tension in his jaw was visible, even despite his outwards submission; You hated to say, but it made you wet with excitement.

“You’d do something if i asked you to?” He tried to look away, but you kept his face there, scanning his eyes for something more. He hesitated, face burning pink but you already knew his answer was.

“Take off your suit and lay down… please?” 

He scrambled, pulling the suit down from his his torso, revealing only grey boxers underneath. He had a raging boner, sporting a wet spot so dark you knew exactly what it was. Oscar swallowed hard, eyes flickering nervously. He looked like he was gonna cry from the tension alone.

Your eyes were immediately on him, scanning him from head until your eyes stopped at his thighs, thick and built. “To think you protect the city, huh?” You shivered, pushing him down. “I think you’re just as desperate as me.”

A loud groan escaped from his lips as you pushed him down, stilling for a moment as you mounted his thigh.

His breath hitched, chest rising and falling quickly as you put your hands on his chest, pushing yourself back and forth on his leg. His muscle flexed under you, causing you to whine, grinding down hard. 

He whimpered under you, hands finally finding their way to your hips after seconds of indecision. He pushed you down with more force than necessary, trembling as the friction increased, jolting through your body and putting more pressure on you. Your rhythm started setting itself, tracing the same path along his thigh with increasing intensity.

You weren’t looking, but you were sure there’d been some evidence of your struggle left on his thigh, allowing you to glide back and forth easier.

Oscar had zoned out from the sensation. His eyes were glassy, lips parted like he was trying to get something out but couldn’t. You hadn’t heard it, still chasing your own high with his assistance, allowing him to help you grind down on the taut muscle.

You hit your high moments later, and Oscar let out a low, guttral moan as you squeezed down his thigh, cum trickling down the sides. You leaned down, pressing a kiss to his chest as you waited to ride it out, twitching as his grip on your hips tightened.

“You got everything out of your system now?” You heard him say, voice cracking slightly as his fingers tapped on your skin. You let out a noncommittal noise, eyes shutting slightly as you rested against his chest.

He tutted, tapping stopping as his fingers dug into your skin, heavy and likely to bruise. You’d barely opened your eyes before he’d flipped you over on the mattress, jolting you awake and knocking the air out of you.

His thigh slipped free from your, moving faster than you’d anticipated seeing his dazed state. He manhandled you, grabbing your wrist with one hand and pinning them above your hand. 

You were startled. He managed to hold you down though, preventing you from landing any sort of hit on him.

He was a superhero for a reason, but it was still too-

The glassy look at completely disappeared, replaced with a look of anger and lust.

“You done using me already?” He spit, voice ragged and feral. “Making a mess of me like i’m nothing to you.”

Your chest was heaving as he stared your down, controlled and deliberate. He was still a message, with pink lips and flushed cheeks, but the look in his eyes was unmistakably him. You couldn’t handle it, looking to the side, avoiding his gaze further.

“Now why are you so embarrassed, huh?” He slotted a leg between yours, making you arch as it put pressure on your cunt again. His free hand moved, gripping your jaw with force, making you look at him through bleary eyes.

“I let you because I wanted it,” He continued, watching you through thick lashes, “Because you’re so pretty when you’re chasing your own pleasure.”

You whined as his leg pulled way from yours, wriggling at the loss of movement. 

“See how that feels baby?” He snarled, grinding against you, slow and forcefully. “Don’t even dream about using me like some kind of toy, ‘n just curling up on me like some kind of lazy cat. Not unless i get what i want, okay?”

You moaned in response, gasping as he pressed his bulge against you, whispering against your neck. “You feel that? That’s what you did to me, and you gotta make up to me for that, no? You’ve been acting like a common whore, baby, i really thought you were better than that.”

You couldn’t speak, paralyzed by how he touched you. The way his body pressed against yours, his hands up under your shirt again, playing with you like you’d imagined doing to yourself. He was the real deal.

When you didn’t answer, his hand left your body, trying to move the hair out of your eyes just to see your expression. “So quiet once you finally get what you want,” He muttered, laughing a hollow laugh, “But you always want more, don’t you? Is that what this is? Letting me use you so pilantly, just so i put my dick in you for being a good girl, yeah?”

You clenched, squeezing your thighs, unsuccessfully getting any more stimulation. 

“Say what you want baby. We all know you’re dying to ask for it.” He hummed, affectionate kisses to your jaw contrasting the violent way your stomach flipped at his statement. “Unless you’re too dumb to ask me to put my dick in you.”

You whimpered as the warmth of his hand disappeared from your body, slapping your clit lightly. The sensation made you spaz and squirm, trying to free yourself from his grip.

“Looks like your body really wants it, yeah? Should i put my dick in you, give you a reward for being so quiet?” You nodded, words in and out of your brain, unable to register anything beyond the roar of blood in your ears.

He let go of your hands, allowing you to grab at him as he pulled down his boxers.

You blanched.

He was definitely pretty, the head of his cock pink, wet from all his previous orgasms. It looked like he hadn’t been touched at all, and the guilt from your realization suddenly washed over you.

He might’ve noticed, but he didn’t say anything, giving himself a couple of quick pumps before lining himself up with the entrance to your cunt. 

You didn’t have anything to say at that point, watching as he pushed it in at first, slowly as if afraid of damaging something. You couldn’t hold back the moan you let out as he fucked it in, sinking deeper into your heat with every stroke. You took him in willingly though, clenching tightly around him as he pushed into you. He bottomed out for a moment, letting it sit as heat built up behind your eyes, watching you with a predatory smirk.

It wasn’t much longer before he could finally slip in and out of you again, rocking with a deliberate rhythm that made your toes curl and you cry out. You were struggling to catch your breath again, reaching up to put your arms around his neck.

He pried you off him just as quick, looking at your face, half delirious from the burn of the stretch. “Look at you, so damn greedy aren’t you baby? All you can think about is my dick up in you from the way your cunt is just swallow it up, can’t you? Not a single thought about how I hard I am from seeing you act like this.”

He growled, reaching down to rub your clit, slapping it and watching how you fall apart on top of him. “You sure love being fucked stupid for someone who acts so innocent.”

You clenched around him and he immediately noticed, grinning.

“Oh, so you do like it.” he cooed. “Looks like your cunt really loves it when I treat you like this, doesn’t she? Mine to do whatever I want with.”

You clenched tighter, feeling your stomach turn as he pressed down on it. He knew you were close. “Osc- ah, ah, Oscar, pleasepleaseplease-” You begged, reaching out to him again and burying your face in his neck. This time, he didn’t pry you off, instead putting a hand on your back.

The impact was instantaneous, cumming all ove him and the sheets as he thrust in, clearly starting to chase his own high once yours was over. He came within minutes after you did, overstimulating you as he filled you up.

“Good girl,” He panted, pressing kisses to your shoulder as you clung to him, exhausted. Your cum mixed, leaking out of you until he scooped it up, gently pushing it back into you as best as he could.

You groaned as he let you down, watching as you slumped down, breathing labored. His jaw was tight as he leaned over to grab his mask, startled when your hand stopped him. Neither of you spoke, your body stilled as you watched him with tired eyes. 

“I wasn’t… planning on leaving.” He muttered, voiced hoarse.

“Okay.” You nodded, allowing him to pull the blanket up your legs. “I’m sure you know where everything is.”

He breathed through his nose, a little embarrassed at the reminder.

“I know it, yeah. I’ll get you some water, ‘s that okay?”

You hummed in acknowledgement, letting him wander away.

You know he’d come back to you. You had no doubt.

fin.

[trendywaifus]

↳ not in love, baby it’s just lust!

always look both ways and behind you when you walk at night.

↳ featuring, michael myers! jingliu

—cw, sub! fem! reader, jingliu has a cock, face fucking, murder mentioned, gagging, cursing, size–kink, death of a character, dub-con

the sounds of your heavy breathing and wheezing echoes through the narrow walls of the horribly lit alleyway. your limbs burned with exhaustion and you were on the verge of passing out from nonstop running. the hot tears you desperately tried to wipe away, continuously runs down your flushed cheeks. you meet face to face with a dead end, your blood runs cold. “ o-oh my fucking god!” you slammed your palm against the cold brick wall in frustration. “ i just did a dumb white girl move, why did i even turn into this alleyway?! “

you whipped around, hoping to scramble out of the narrow space before your pursuer comes. you halted after a few steps in upon seeing the tall shadow of a silhouette steadily approaching towards your only escape route out. “ o-of course the motherfucker shows up. .! “ you muttered harshly, watching in horror as the looming figure stands tall at the entrance of the alleyway. your eyes trails down to what looks like to be a knife in their hand. “ oh fuck, i’m going to die because i wanted to buy a bag of shitty candy from the shitty corner store at night. .”

they began to approach, taking slow, calculated steps towards you. the knife twirls in their hand almost playfully as you backed up, frantically looking around for a weapon to use. “ last w-words of advice, if you’re interested in a woman, h-how about you not follow them and try to kill them, mister i. .—miss?” you were at a loss of words as her appearance became more visible under the shitty flickering lights. she had on a familiar worn–out fox mask, rivers of white hair flowed down her shoulders from underneath it. she wore a grey coverall jumpsuit that shaped her fit body.

“ th-this somehow got worse—you were the one who was following me? i seriously just heard about you on the news last night. god, i’m so fucked! “ you sobbed, forcing yourself up against the wall. a man by the name of yingxing was brutally murdered in his own home yesterday in broad daylight. it’s so happen that a witness caught a few glimpses of the masked killer somewhere outside the home after the murder and was able to give the police a distinctive description of her. why did you have to be the one to confirm it’s accurate in the worst way possible?

swallowed by her presence as she now towers over your figure, her dull red eyes peers down at you through the slits of the mask, amused by your pathetic mental breakdown. she raises her knife up and you instinctively closed your eyes shut, waiting for the sharp pain to come. instead, a cool metal gently brushes against your cheek, wiping away stray tears. you flinched, opening your eyes to stare at the masked woman with confusion.

“ d-did you just. . .? “ she tilts her head, letting out a low chuckle at your cute reaction. your brows furrowed, she’s either fucking with you or—she actually took your advice? “ maybe i won’t die tonight if i play my cards right. .” you whispered. taking a deep breath, you mustered up a tight-lipped smile. “ i-i heard a lot about you, including your name. jing. .liu, correct? “ she stares at you for a moment before slowly nodding.

“ you have such a beautiful name and you seem like a. .reasonable woman, jingliu. i actually want to go home since it’s like late at night and i think my mother is worried about me. you wouldn’t mind stepping aside so i can go, right? you’re kind of blocking the way—n-not to be rude. .”

jingliu says nothing, nor did she move aside to allow you to pass. instead, she takes a step forward, practically sandwiching you between her and the wall. you yelped, placing your palms against her stomach. it’s safe to assume that she did not want you to leave nor was she interested in killing you. her calloused hand cups your cheek, caressing the skin tenderly. you laughed nervously, “ i-i guess you already taken a liking to me. fucking perfect. “

your breath hitches as she leans down to your face, the rough texture of the mask grazes your cheek. you shifted uncomfortably against her, earning a soft groan. “ s-sorry? why did you make that—oh.” a soft bulge rubs against your thigh, causing you to stiffen up. jingliu swiftly tosses the knife to the side, the metal object hits the asphalt with a loud clang. her hands lands on your hips, forcing them to grind against hers. “ e-easy, easy, jingliu! “ you gasped, holding back a soft moan. fuck, a small adjustment easily triggered her?

she grunts, easing her grip on your hips but her movements doesn’t falter. “ sh-shit. . “ arousal shamelessly stirs in your belly, slowly dragging you into a mess of dirty thoughts about the feral woman. she hastily pulls up her mask, just enough to free the lower half of her face and smashed her lips against yours. the searing kiss was nothing but tongue and teeth. she easily overpowered you, not caring about bruising your lips. her hands journeys up your sides, wishing to explore every nook and cranny of your body.

her tongue hungrily explores your warm cavern, swallowing your whimpers. lust consumes you whole, trapping you in its hold and starts plucking away at any rational thought you had about the reality of the current situation. without hesitation, your hand slides down her stomach and squeezed at the hardened bulge. a deep growl emits from jingliu’s throat, she rolls her hips against your palm. “ god, it went from wanting to go home to wanting to fuck a suspected serial killer. ” you breathed, unzipping the jumpsuit from under the waistband, freeing her cock from its restraints.

jingliu’s lips parts as she laughs huskily at the irony. she firmly sets her hand on your shoulder and easily pushes you down to your knees. she hooks her hand on the back of your head, urging you to open your mouth. you complied, allowing her length to slide inside. her breath hitches, taken aback by how good you feel. your jaw tenses as jingliu fully pushes herself in until the tip was kissing the back of your throat.

suddenly, she jerks her hips forward, forcing her cock down your throat causing you to gag. she pulls back before doing it again. each time, it gets deeper and sloppy until she’s repeatedly fucking your tight throat without a care in the world. series of throaty moans and sounds of wet squelching fills the empty night sky. drool runs down your chin as you struggled to accommodate her size and pace. your palms pressed against her thighs to at least cease her speed but she was far more stronger than you.

her cock twitches in your mouth, signaling her inevitable climax. throwing her head back in pure ecstasy, she thrusts into your mouth one final time before loads of cum shoots down your throat. jingliu doesn’t pull out until she’s sure you’ve swallowed everything. once she was satisfied, she releases your head, finally allowing you to cough and breathe properly.

“ fuck. . “ you cursed, massaging your tense jaw. jingliu snatches you up by the forearm and pulls you up without warning. she presses you back into the wall, peppering your face with feverish kisses. her deft hands find themselves unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down to your ankles for you to kick off. her eyes looks you up and down hungrily, gaze lingering on your bare legs and panties. she places her hands on your sides and easily lifts you up from off the ground. you yelp, circling your legs around her waist.

she smirks at you, sliding your panties to the side to push her drool—covered cock inside your cunt. you both moan in sync as your walls clamp around her. “ l-let me adjust—nngh! “ ignoring your request, jingliu sinks you down to the hilt, completely filling you up. she pants heavily into your ear, retracting her hips back before thrusting right in again. “ s’big, i-i c-can’t! “ you moaned, pushing at her shoulders.

she holds you tighter and moves away to send you a threatening look. her once blank ruby eyes were wild, glistening with unadulterated lust. the masked woman finally uses her tongue to speak, her voice was raspy and low as she growled,

“ don’t. .push . .me. .away . ! “

[tswhiisftteedr]

Not to be rude but you accidentally put val's story in vox's masterlist instead. Srry I didn't feel comfy dming you. Nothing against you at all I'm just a coward wanting to hide in anon haha. Ig while I'm here could I get vox general hcs pls?

What the Tv do? ☆ Vox General Headcanon + Drabbles (SFW & NSFW)

☆ Vox General headcanon + Vox x Gn!Reader(Employee!Reader??):

Some general thoughts about the tv man and also his relationship with the ‘reader’. This is silly, this is fun, fluffy and smutty.

Warnings: Mature Content, Not Proofread, Drinking, Death(literally overdose on coffe nothing gruesome), Drug use(c0caine and others substances), Sadistic Tendencies, Dub-Con, Power Imbalance/Power Play, Obsessive and Possessive Tendencies and Acts, Stalking, Voyeurism & Exhibitionism, Boss x Employee, Pet Play?(Just collaring and slight animal based pet names), Valentino.

Words: Total: 5496 = Sfw - 2609 + Nsfw - 2887

Note: I only wrote 1 drabble, i might add more if people request it about the specific headcanon they want more on. so I’m not good with request like these, I like when they are more specific so I have sort of something to base my writing on, so sorry if you anon or people don’t like what I’ve wrote, r.i.p. >:/ Though tell me if you want more!!

☆ more under the cut. ☆

SFW:

☕︎ Coffee addict and 𓏊 Alcoholic

Vox is the figurative and quite literally incarnation of the ‘don’t talk to me until I’ve had my coffee’ phrase.

But we’re talking coffees instead of coffee with him — two cups straight out of bed to be precise. When totalling the day’s consumption, Vox indulges on average, 6-7 cups of 10 oz coffee; in addition to his morning coffees, he likes to have a mid-morning cup, then two during lunch and finally 1-2 cups during the afternoon depending how late he is working.

Is this per say, ‘healthy’? No, not at all, Vox couldn't care less — worst ‘worst’ case scenario, he quote on quote dies, the coffee he had intake ends up intoxicating him due to the splurging amount of it, turning this mondaine drink into a lethal liquid for the overlord’s body. His heart would stop, sub-consequently, him and his body would be out.

Though the good thing — or bad, it all depends on your angle — about hell is that in about the span of 10 minutes his body will have fully regenerate and be back open for business. Some sinners call it it a curse, he calls it a blessing, as this part of the ‘eternal punishment’ practically makes him immortal.

So is he going to work on regulating his caffeine intake? Obviously not!

Worst thing he gets from his ‘little problem’ is a heart attack, and they don’t permanently keep him down. — Sure, they hurt like a bitch, and he would rather not be having them at all to be truthful.

But he honestly he doesn’t see his bimonthly cardiac arrests as that steep of a price to pay. (Honestly how can such a smart businessman be so dumb about his health. * face palming and baffled at the idiocy of it all *)

Now when alcohol is the subject of conversation, Vox takes a slightly different approach, albeit one still characterized by overindulgence.

You see, he prides himself on being the epitome of a charming, classy, and self-controlled casual drinker, compared to his drunkard of a pattern —Valentino— our lovely show host with anger issues and both inferiority and superiority complex is a sophisticated and savvy man.

However, beneath this facade of self-control, which he upholds quite well to the public eye, hides his obvious alcoholism issues.

While he may not be stumbling and blubbering around, picking fights,— in most instances at least— Vox is certainly what you might call a “day drinker."

In fact, this is actually a canonical trait, which was displayed in episode two of the show; Him discussing with others Vees on how to deal with the radio demon’s comeback, a drink in hand.

I presume thatit was a scotch on the rocks due to it’s colour but also it’s historical relevance in relation to Vox’s person— Scotch whisky poured over ice, gained popularity in the 1950s primarily in Western countries such as the United States, the United Kingdom, and Canada.

It became a symbol of sophistication and leisure, often enjoyed in upscale bars, clubs, and lounges frequented by the affluent and fashionable crowd of the era.

Additionally, its popularity was bolstered by the rise of cocktail culture during the mid-20th century, as well as the increasing availability of Scotch whisky in international markets. — this fits quite nicely Vox’s character as it is both a drink of his time on earth but also one that remains relevant in the contemporary era.

It easily mirrors Vox's overarching desire to maintain relevance and significance, both in the present and in the ever-evolving future.

The overlord definitely adhere to ‘it’s five o’clock somewhere’ religiously. Though he does prefer to enjoy his daily drink around 5 p.m. PRT (Pride Ring Time).

He will occasionally enjoys a drink with his lunch, often opting for wine, although this isn't a regular occurrence for the man.

As someone constantly under stress, with his mind racing to keep up with the ever-changing trends and opinions in hell, Vox is a type to indulge in a nightcap or two before bed.

It helps him unwind and achieve the relaxed state of mind necessary for a restful night's sleep.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Sleep

While the notion of ‘Vox's dreams playing on his screen while he's asleep’ is an amusing concept for fanfiction or artwork, I personally find the idea of ‘the VoxTek logo bouncing around like the DVD logo’ to be more fitting for Vox.

Before delving further, it's important to note that initially, it wasn't necessarily the VoxTek logo projected on his screen; however, I'll address this shortly.

The reason I lean towards the DVD logo concept is because I find it unlikely that Vox's screen would be completely black during sleep. A completely dark screen would imply the device is completely off, no energy is being received or given by it, which would suggest that it is no longer alive. Having some activity on Vox’s screen while asleep would signify that his program is still active, indicating he's still functioning, essentially alive.

Now regarding the widely shared headcanon, I have my own personal take on it.

When Vox first manifested in hell, his 'real name' appeared on screen. By 'real name,' I mean the one he had on Earth, which I believe wasn't Vox —That name seems too futuristic for a person born in the early 1900s or the kind of name you'd associate with a 1950s businessman— Vox is a name he chose for himself after death, symbolizing a fresh start, though I do think that his real name might also have started with a V.

(This perspective extends to other 'Vees' as well, although Velvette seems more plausible as a given name, I suspect it might not be her original one. Valentino, on the other hand, feels like a name assigned to him, but he too might have adopted a new one after death.)

Initially, Vox was unaware of his old name appearing on his screen while he slept since he wasn't conscious during that time. It wasn't until about half a year into his time in hell, during which he introduced himself as Vox to everyone, that one of his acquaintances pointed out this aspect of his physiology. Something along the lines of "Who's V———?" or "Why does V——— show on your screen while you sleep?" triggered a cascade of reactions in him.

Firstly, he panicked, realizing that people had access to his old identity. Secondly, he was puzzled by this phenomenon since no TV he had encountered displayed such behavior, which was normal considering DVDs weren't invented before 1996. — Hell sure was weird, he possessed technological features as part of his physiology before they were even invented— Lastly, this revelation instilled in him a new fear of sleeping.

This behavior stemmed from Vox's desire to construct a fresh existence in hell, complete with a new identity, image, empire, etc. The thought of others accessing his old name and exploiting it to uncover details about his past, including his behaviors, weaknesses, and tactics, filled him with dread.

As a result, he became hyper-vigilant, refusing to sleep unless he was certain of his solitude, fearing the potential repercussions of his former identity being known.

It wasn't until the mid 1960s that Vox had finally managed to upgrade his system, replacing ‘V———‘ with 'Vox'. However, even after this upgrade, he still harboured reservations about sleeping around others for about a year or two. He feared a potential glitch that could revert his screen to displaying his previous name.

Around the late 1970s he had made an adjustment to this aspect of his body once more, replacing 'Vox' with the VoxTek logo after a certain moth had suggested it.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sexuality

Our beloved Tv Demon a canonical bisexual man, but I personally believe that while he may have bisexuality as his sexual orientation, — his attraction to men was something he only came to realize after death. Although there were subtle hints of his attraction to the same gender based on how he felt about them, he unfortunately didn't grasp them while still alive;

It would have been the late 1950s, and Vox had been in hell for about a year or two. In his earthly life, he had been with his fair share of women, and even in the "surprisingly not so fiery pits of the underworld," his ability to attract partners hadn't diminished much once got over his TV head appearance and let place for his charming and savvy persona to take over.

His love life seemed unchanged, perhaps with occasional exploration of new kinks, until that fateful night of October 11, 195X...

Vox had gone out for a drink after a grueling day at work, back when he was still toiling away at a low-paying job in an electronics factory, toasters, vacuum, etc. Despite the shitty work he had to go through, he had the perk of taking home broken scraps, which eventually played a role in his rise to success. But let's refocus on his night out, shall we?

He walked into his newfound favorite spot, a comedy bar where he sought solace in laughter and libations after a hard day. Arriving just as the performer began their set, he headed straight to the bar for his usual whiskey on the rocks, with nothing else on his mind. It wasn't until the comedian delivered a particularly hilarious joke that Vox turned to look at them and found his attraction piqued.

It was evident that they were a man with the specific style flashy outfit and makeup they wore. The voice was also a dead giveaway. The person now standing on stage, delivering one funny punchline after another, was a drag queen – a stunning one in Vox's eyes.

He couldn't tear his gaze away; there was something irresistibly captivating about the humorous individual on stage.

After the performance, as they made their way to the bar, Vox seized the opportunity. He introduced himself, and they exchanged pleasantries. They shared drinks and engaged in lively conversation, making for a truly enjoyable night that ended with a bang, quite literally.

In the morning, as clarity returned, Vox couldn't help but feel confused. He had never been attracted to men before, so he initially chalked it up to the alcohol or the fact that his night companion appeared so feminine that he mistook them for a woman.

However, as memories of the night flooded back, he couldn't deny his genuine attraction to every aspect of his partner, even the unmistakably male parts.

Initially, it felt strange to Vox as he reflected on the experience. However, after hours of deep contemplation, everything started to fall into place.

Vox realized he had always felt an affinity towards men, though expressing it as "liking men" might have appeared odd to outsiders. When he used that phrase, it wasn't in the context of sexual or romantic attraction but more of an admiration.

Yet, upon further reflection, he acknowledged that his feelings surpassed mere admiration.

He had never entertained the idea of it being anything akin to sexual or romantic attraction, but his recent encounter forced him to reconsider as he contemplated his life and the events of the previous night.

Vox liked men;

— Vox had always been drawn to the men of his time who exuded masculine confidence and assertiveness, finding their presence alluring and desiring to be in their company constantly.

He liked when they wore classic masculine fashion, such as tailored suits with narrow lapels, fitted jackets, and straight-leg trousers. These outfits oozed sophistication and professionalism, and Vox admired the attention to detail displayed.

Additionally, he liked when men would add classic accessories like fedora hats, skinny ties, cufflinks, and pocket squares to their outfit, they added to the polished and stylish appearance.

The preppy style also appealed to Vox, as he admired men who wore V-neck sweaters, button-down shirts, khaki trousers, and loafers. This style exuded a sense of casual elegance and refinement that he found attractive.

He also had a penchant for rebellious men who embraced a non-conformist aesthetic, often seen in leather jackets, denim jeans, white T-shirts, and motorcycle boots.

Vox liked when men were smart and witty, could keep up with the conversation and also teach something along the way.

Vox liked men who exuded strength and athleticism, finding their ability to handle themselves physically appealing. For instance, witnessing a fistfight between coworkers would stir his emotions, initially attributing his excitement to the violence of the altercation.

However, he would inevitably find himself gravitating towards the winner, intrigued by their display of strength and skill, and feeling drawn to them in some inexplicable way. There was something about winners that captivated him and sparked his desire to get closer to them.

He like men who were daring, adventurous, and unafraid to push boundaries, they appealed to his sense of excitement and thrill-seeking.

He liked men who were ambitious, goal-oriented, and willing to pursue their dreams with determination might have resonated with Vox on a subconscious level.—

After his one-night stand, Vox was determined to clarify things once and for all. Following another grueling day of work, he ventured out again, this time to a gay bar, seeking the company of someone who embodied the traits he found most appealing in men, wanting to ensure it wasn't just the alcohol or the femininity of his previous partner. Without delving into detail, let's just say he had quite the night and afterward, there was no doubt in his mind: ‘he liked women, and he definitely also liked men.’

Following that experience, Vox began seeing more individuals of the same gender. However, he still held onto the notion that while he might be attracted to men, he didn't believe he would be interested in them as anything more than sexual partners. That was until he met Alastor...

Initially, Vox approached the radio demon seeking friendship or perhaps a partnership, given Vox's burgeoning company and rising status as an overlord. However, he soon found himself enamored with Alastor. Unfortunately for Vox, his feelings were not reciprocated. After that, Alastor distanced himself from Vox, leading our TV host to regard his old love as an enemy.

In response to the rejection, Vox decided to cease seeing men altogether, engaging in a series of short-term relationships with women. However, he soon realized he was simply idealizing Alastor and shifted his focus from woman to men for meaningless relationships, attempting to prove to himself that any other man was better than "that Bambi bitch."

But this approach only intensified the emptiness he felt. Recognizing the detrimental effects of his frantic behavior on himself and his company, Vox resolved to regulate and get back on a more business focused path.

The fact that rumours began circulating about his supposed "homoerotic relationships," was also a big push into getting back on track, as a word like that getting out was detrimental to business, since being gay was still stigmatized even in hell, during this time period.

It was around the late 1970s, with the rise of gay rights activism, that Vox began publicly dating men. Coincidentally, this was also when he met and began his business partnership (and more) with Valentino.

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Names

Vox has a penchant for using endearing or patronizing nicknames, regardless of the gender of his employees. He will refer to them as "sweetheart," "doll face," or simply "doll."

In moments of frustration or when faced with resistance, he's not shy about using terms like "little girl" or "little boy," or even "kid," to belittle those who question him.

Additionally, he might employ terms like "Princess" or "your highness" as forms of condescension, no matter the gender of the person he is addressing.

NSFW

𓊔 Party

Despite Vox's obsession with his and the Vees' image, when it comes to partying, he becomes a total animal — I’m talking ‘The Wolf of Wall Street’ type of wild.

Lavish gatherings marked by obscene spending and excessive drug intake, especially cocaine.

Vox typically indulged in doing lines off his desk or the luxurious crystal table in the lounge. However, what truly exited him was snorting lines off someone, getting his rocks off at their inability to refuse his advances and delighting in the control he exerted as he pinned them down to prevent any squirming.

The slight anxious tears and nervous mewls from whoever served as his snorting surface always stirred something within Vox. While he would grow irritated if they moved too much, the subtle signs of fear, such as the wetting of their eyes and trembling breath, would quickly reignite his unstable emotions. He found himself intensely aroused by their scared state, and more than once, he acted on these desires…

Drabble:

You were a VoxTek employee, more specifically; Vox’s secretary.

As Vox's secretary, navigating Alastor-related tantrums and enduring the grueling hours could be incredibly taxing, but the job itself had its perks.

Thanks to your position in the company, you enjoyed luxurious accommodations in the finest suites the V Tower had to offer.

Despite the challenges, Vox could be surprisingly pleasant, his charismatic charm reminiscent of his earlier days when his hypnosis wasn't as potent. And beneath the unconventional exterior of his TV head, there was no denying the appeal of his well-built physique.

Given the close proximity and constant interaction with Vox, it was inevitable to develop a small crush on your boss. His magnetic presence and the fact he was practically the only person you interacted with regularly since he requested you to work closer to him about three months ago only fueled this infatuation.

You liked your boss, but at this moment, you couldn't stand him;

It was 3 a.m. on a Sunday, the one day of the week you were supposed to have some semblance of off-time, with the luxury of sleeping in until noon.

But instead of enjoying your well-deserved rest in bed, you found yourself reluctantly entering the elevator, begrudgingly making your way to the usually closed-off top floor of the building.

Why? Because you had received a threatening and slightly slurry phone call from your boss, demanding your immediate presence or else face termination.

With your livelihood seemingly hanging in the balance, you complied without questioning, even though you loathed every second of it.

After punching in the code provided, you entered the lounge area of the top floor to find all three Vees lounging about. Valentino was enveloped in smoke, while music filled the air.

"Y/N! So glad you made it! Come 'ere," Vox exclaimed, his gestures frantic, urging you to approach quickly. He appeared laid-back, friendly, and strangely excited, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor of coldness and condescension.

Confusion clouded your expression as you approached the couch, unsure of what to make of Vox's sudden change in behavior. Velvette, noticing your bewilderment, chimed in with an explanation. "He took some MDMA before he called you — actually, he couldn't stop blabbing about your ass once that stuff kicked in," she divulged matter-of-factly, adding another layer of peculiarity to the already bizarre situation.

‘Ah, he’s high — that explains the weird friendliness.’ You thought to yourself.

But before you could dwell on it too long, Valentino's words snapped you out of your thoughts, "Yes, little Voxxy over there couldn't stop talking about how much he wanted his little secretary with him right here. He just had to call you, despite it being the middle of the night. I'm sorry you're losing your beauty sleep right now, cariño," he said, his tone tinged with insincerity from false remorse. A small chuckle escaped his lips as he finished speaking, adding to the surreal atmosphere of the moment.

“Val, Vel! You can’t tell them that! Or they’ll, they’ll… fuck!” Vox began to say, but something mid-sentence seemed to frustrate him.

Before you could question it for too long, Valentino answered that question for you. “They’ll figure out you have a little crush on them. Aww, don’t worry papi, it’s not like they can say no to you either way,” the moth darkly announced, frightening you, as it was technically true that you had to obey whatever order your boss gave you; it was in your contract after all.

To your somewhat relief, Vox scoffed at his part-time boyfriend's comment, as if to convey that he wouldn't behave in such a manner.

"Shut the fuck, Val!" Vox began, his frustration evident, before redirecting his attention back to you. "And you, lay down on the table." Confused by the request, you briefly wondered if he was joking, but the seriousness etched on his face made it clear that he wasn't. Resigned, you followed his instruction and laid down on the table as he commanded.

As soon as you complied, a smile spread across Vox's face. "Good, good. Now be a good little secretary and stay still as I do some lines off you, m'kay?" he instructed.

Before you could process anything or say something, he pushed your shirt all the way up, ending just under your chest, and tugged your bottoms down slightly — exposing your whole stomach.

Attempting to voice your discomfort, you were promptly shushed by Vox. "Shhh, you're being a table for me right now, and last time I checked, tables don't talk, now do they, sweetheart? So be a doll and shut up," he said, eliciting laughter from the two other Vees.

You complied with his instructions and remained silent as you felt him pour some powder onto your abdomen. Knowing the drugs he usually made you order on his behalf, it was probably coke.

With that, he quickly formed about three lines and began snorting them. The sensation felt odd and somewhat ticklish to you, but what you didn't expect was for him to lick the parts of your belly where the powder had just sat — long lines that started from top to bottom, causing you to squirm involuntarily.

Vox didn't appreciate your movement, because ‘how dare his table move?’. In response, he firmly gripped your waist on both sides and forcefully slammed your hips against the table as a warning to ‘stop moving’.

However, his claws dug into your skin, causing you to cry out slightly. Upon seeing the small tears in your eyes, his mood shifted once more, from aggravation to something more lustful.

He relished the sight of you with tears in your eyes, so he decided to inflict a bit more pain. With a predatory glint in his eyes, he bit at your sides, knowing that you couldn't retaliate due to the hierarchical difference between you.

His bites started from the top, gradually getting lower until they ended up just above your crotch. With a slight, heavy breathing, he remarked, "Now what do we have here? A snack for me? You shouldn't have." As he removed your bottoms, leaving you in your underwear, a slight moist patch formed due to the position you were in.

Sure, Vox was an entitled asshole, but god, did he look and sound incredible when he was being mean and bossy. How could you not get aroused, especially when his face and long tongue ass were so close to your intimate parts.

"You want me to play with you, darling?" Vox asked in a manner that almost made it feel like you had a choice. There was something about it that suggested he might respect your decision if you said no—sure, he wouldn't like it, but he definitely had this thing where he wanted you to want him, to beg for him, to need him. Forcing himself on you wouldn't align with that desire.

You nodded, but he tutted at you, wanting a verbal answer. "No, no, no, it's 'Could you please, sir?' or 'Would love to, Mr. Vox,' or 'Please, I need you, Vox.' You've got to speak up if you want me to do anything to you, got it, dollface?" he clarified, emphasizing the importance of explicit consent, whether it was due to genuine respect for your boundaries or just his enjoyment of your yearning for him, it was a bit unclear. However, knowing Vox, he probably just got off on your embarrassment.

"Yes, sir," you said, feeling embarrassed. "So? Do you want me to give some love to these," he asked, tracing the outline of your underwear, "lovely parts?" He perked up.

"I would love for you to, sir," you managed to speak out. With a 'perfect' from your boss, he was now eagerly devouring you with his tongue, sending small pleasurable shocks through you as he did. No part of you down there was left un-licked.

Just as you were about to reach that sweet, sweet release — Vox removed himself from you, causing you to whine at the loss of pleasure.

"Don't worry," he said, but before you could complain too much, Vox lifted you up and threw you onto the couch, your face soon hitting the satin pillows. As you heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, you felt your hips being repositioned, leaving you face down and ass up.

Vox quickly pumped his cock a few times, not needing much as it was already hard from the sight of you writhing due to his tongue. Getting close to your ear, he whispered, "Cuz I'm not done with you, dollface."

Then he promptly shoved himself inside of you. Thankfully, whatever he was doing with his tongue a couple of instances ago had prepped you, because, woof, did the stretch sting.

After giving you a few moments to adjust, he began pounding you into tomorrow, playing with your front and sending small shocks here and there. With no regard for his colleagues sitting right beside him —or should I say colleague, as in singular—Velvette had left as soon as he began working you with his tongue. However, Valentino remained, watching the scene unfold with keen interest.

Your soon came undone due to his rough ministrations, but he was far from done with you...

⫘⫘⫘ Ownership, ⛌⛌⛌ Humiliation & Collar

If you haven't already figured it out yet, Vox is a sadist. He thoroughly enjoys power dynamics and the act of humiliating others.

Continuing from the previous headcanon, picture yourself as either hired as his secretary or as a low-ranking demon in his company who catches his eye. If you're the latter, he'll undoubtedly arrange for you to be transferred to work closer to him.

But anyway, my point is, as soon as you're in his close proximity, he'll literally makes you his bitch on call in the blink of an eye. And obviously, you can't refuse because, one, he's your boss; two, he's an overlord; and three, he's Vox.

Who would refuse that hunk? Even if you weren't initially attracted to him, you'd find yourself becoming so after a couple of weeks, even if it's just some weird mild attraction—you're still into him.

Once he's got you in his grasp and has fucked you at least once, this is when he begins to play with you. He'll make you start wearing a vibrator under your clothes at work, ordering you to remove your clothing every morning and show him, to ensure you did it. Then he'd send you on your merry way.

If he wasn't physically with you, he'd be watching you through his cameras.

And every time you would be talking to someone and he deemed it too long, you weren't paying attention to him, or you were zoning out/getting distracted, he would turn the vibrator on to 'get you back on track'.

Though he did like to sometimes turn the vibrator on just to tease you. For example, you're in the middle of telling him about a shift in his appointment in a room full of people, and he would suddenly turn it on to fuck with you.

He also has a huge thing for pulling you by your soul chain. He just loves, loves, loves summoning it out of nowhere and just tugging you along with it.

For instance, you could be telling him about some issue concerning a recent project, and he would tell you to come closer so he could hear better.

As you walk closer towards his desk, he deems your pace too slow. Without warning, he summons and tugs at the chain around your neck, causing you to fall to the ground.

In an attempt to brace the fall, you put your arms out, catching yourself and ending up on all fours.

But as you try to get up, he would tut at you, ordering you to “Crawl to me.” You’re humiliated, but you still do it as he watches you like a hawk, a satisfied grin on his face.

If you also happen to scrape or bruise yourself when you fell and some small tears form in your eyes, let me tell you, he would get so bricked up as soon as he noticed them.

And of course, he would make you blow him, though it would end up with him face-fucking you, as it usually did.

He would also hold your head down as he dumped his cum down your throat, then he would pull your nose with his free hand, saying that “you don’t get to breathe until you’ve swallowed it all.” And of course, you would do it because you don’t want to literally choke to death on your boss’s dick.

Once he was sure you had swallowed it all, he would finally release you, allowing you to take some air in. Then he would make you stick out your tongue, and he would spit in your mouth, making you swallow that too.

𐂯 Training

He liked using small electrical charges as a ‘training method’, and this method has two stages. This would happen after he already had you as his personal toy— I mean, ‘secretary’.

At first, he uses electricity to reprimand you whenever you weren’t paying attention to him, questioned him, said no to things, or did anything that he considered as bad behaviour.

He would shock you, making you associate ‘bad behavior’ with pain, so you would end up automatically correct yourself before you even do or say something.

If you take a bit too long to ‘adjust’ to this new way of acting, he might resort to a little bit of hypnosis, but he would prefer not to.

He gets off on the fact that he can train you to behave just with his words and actions, without the help of any special ability.

Anyways, when he is sure that he has drilled into you what proper behavior is, he’ll employ phase two. He’ll start training you to enjoy the sting of his electricity.

So, whether he's fucking you, giving you head, touching you, or basically providing any sort of pleasure, every time you would be close to reaching your peak, he would send jolts of electricity through you, gradually increasing the dosage over time.

Things would get to the point that a small shock from him would be enough to get you turned on, and bigger shocks would be able to literally make you cum.

ฅ Pet

For the most part, he wouldn’t see secretary!reader as a partner. It’s only after a while, like a year or more, that he would start considering it.

He views them as his romantic interests, but not on his level. To keep face with the other Vees, even though they both knew about his crush from the beginning because he was so obvious with it, he would call you his pet.

Sometimes literal ‘pet names’ like puppy, kitty, bunny, etc. (Personally, I would love for him to call him his bunny <3.)

What he calls you all depends on your appearance and behaviors. For example, if you manifested with a more feline appearance, he would call you his kitten or kitty. If you didn’t have animal-like features but for example, were very needy, had a tendency to follow around, and were a sucker for praise, he would likely call you his puppy.

𓌏 Punishments

Besides using electric shocks, he is definitely into spanking as a form of punishment—whether it involves pulling down your pants or lifting your skirt, spanking you for every ‘transgression’ you’ve committed is something he’s totally down for.

It can be a really strange experience if you weren't a masochist to begin with because he'll end up having you conditioned to enjoy physical punishments;

For example, he would be spanking you, and you find yourself getting turned on, arousal literally leaking due to his rough treatment of your behind.

Edging and overstimulation are also big in his book, though each has its own set of circumstances where they would be implemented.

For instance, if you weren't paying attention to him because of someone else, he would overstimulate you to the point where you couldn't think about anyone but him, asserting his superiority over whoever had your attention.

If you weren't paying attention for any other reason, he would edge you, because ‘how dare you ignore him when he should be the most important to you!’.

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[jojossillywalk]

wow. SO. here are some language distinctions that can be a little mixed in translation!

disclaimer that actual talking is very very different from the vocal performance that shows up in anime.

first and foremost, english (the dub more than sub) can sometimes miss the fact that there is a very distinct difference in how avdol and polnareff speak!

it's no joke when i say that polnareff has a "bro-y" way of speaking. he uses "俺" (ore) which is very informal, can be considered rude, and is conventionally considered to be masculine. he speaks a lot more casually/informally in general, he and jotaro are sort of even (polnareff just talks more).

also polnareff's speech is generally just much more rude than either the dub or sub really convey. this man is crass.

avdol uses "私" (watashi), which is used in formal settings, it's also like a polite default- that said, he's distinct in using that pronoun among the crusaders! among close friends (for guys), it's like. got a stiff/stuffy vibe. casually, it's got feminine connotations, but by and large it's formal (kakyoin uses "僕" (boku), which is just a Younger Guy way to identify yourself)

when jotaro is talking about how avdol seems like he "thinks highly of himself" (the phrase jotaro uses is straightforward telling someone that they come off as arrogant), avdol's speech lends to the image of him seeming smugly intelligent.

the one time that we hear him use "ore," he adds "kono" before it- there's really no good way to translate that in english, it's like "i, myself, etc etc."

this is not the only time avdol puts "kono." this actually lends more weight to jotaro saying that avdol comes off as self important. "kono [insert personal pronoun/name]" has an implication of distinction- "me (and explicitly only me)." so "a stand i, avdol, have not heard of."

when avdol says "i've heard of [this stand]," he often uses "噂" (uwasa). however, he uses "見かけた" to describe his experiences with the illness- ie, he's seen people with the stand sickness, but more often than not, he's heard of the assassins (devo being an exception).

when he's stopping polnareff, the sub says something like "you're getting wool to come back shorn"/"tough talk for a man digging his own grave," both are localizations! his direct phrasing is more like "this one's going to steal mummies when he'll become one."

another note is that avdol uses formal pronouns to refer to himself, but the pronouns he uses to refer to others are less formal (joseph being an exception). he speaks formally, but like someone with seniority!

this is because, in this situation, he's literally someone with seniority.

that said, polnareff is a) very vocally independent, b) has an ego taking up 5/6 of the known universe, but more importantly, the comment that makes avdol try to punch him isn't "holier than thou," it's "go keep pretending to be more of an adult/above it all like always."

there's already jotaro's comment about avdol coming off as arrogant, but polnareff is accusing avdol of putting up a front/acting like someone he's not (the verb is "otonabutte").

there are more but here's some for now

[kakushino]

Lady in Red, Gentleman in Black

Tomioka Giyuu x Fem! Reader

Your boss had given you the responsibility of hosting that night. It led to something you didn't anticipate.

Tags: Mafia AU, mentioned character death, Yandere content, fluff, dub-con, smut, creampie, sub reader, mild bondage, mention of contraception/lack of it Word count: 6,8k

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Your boss had given you the responsibility of hosting tonight; it was an honor to finally do an event solo - an important gala at that. Your boss had been secretive about the people who you were hosting though.

Makeup on point, hair styled to perfection.

You were ready.

At least once you found your neutral gray suit, you would be. Where was it? You swore you put it somewhere…

Oh, you were not ready.

You totally forgot to wash it. The suit of your choice was laying in the hamper, where you left it over a week ago. That meant only one thing… you had to wear the red dress your boss bought you for Christmas, or well, her money bought it - she’d given you a gift card to one of the fancier stores in the city so you had to make use of it. You’d planned to wear it to an event for fun not for work… it was even hardly suitable, with how low-cut the décolleté was. Had you not put on mascara already, tears of frustration would stream down your cheeks.

It was not going to be totally appropriate… but it would have to do. At least the skirt was flowy and not hugging your figure; it would have been hell on earth if you would have to be in a tight dress for the whole night. 

You quickly found a pair of comfortable low heels, grabbed your purse and went to catch a taxi to the venue. It was still some hours before the start, but you had to make sure everything was perfect.

And it was. You’d spent weeks planning it with the knowledge the client was important and was not to be displeased. All the specifications were assented to by your boss before you finalized anything, so you were pretty confident in the client’s approval. The catering was on point, waiters ready, bars stocked, and the opening went without a hitch. You kept up your rounds checking on each staff group to keep things running smoothly.

There was only one thing that was… not perfect.

There was a man behind you from the start, though he kept his distance.

He was following you, that much was obvious to you. A gentleman in all black - black suit, black dress shirt, black tie, black hair, eyes dark like the night sky-

“Miss?” 

You looked up from your flute of non-alcoholic champagne. A man in a dark blue suit with a green and yellow turtle-shell patterned tie approached you. “How may I help you?”

He gave you a friendly smile. “You just seemed lonely in your little corner. Thought you needed some company.” He grabbed a glass of wine from a passing waiter and raised it to you. 

You hesitantly clinked glasses together, a polite smile on your face as you both drank your drink of choice. “That’s very kind of you, sir.”

“You don’t have to call me ‘sir’. We’re all friends here, aren’t we?” 

You finished off your glass so you didn’t have to respond. He was quite forward, yet he hadn’t even given you his name. 

And you weren’t willing to tell him yours first.

“Do you live nearby?” he asked, swirling the wine in his glass, seemingly uninterested yet hanging on every word you were about to say.

You regretted chugging your drink. Setting down the flute on a nearby table, you were about to answer-

“May I have this dance?” 

You turned. It was not the man in front of you who asked. Instead, it was the gentleman in black who had been watching you the whole evening. His jaw was clenched, but expression was otherwise unreadable. His dark eyes were actually blue, and they pierced you with intensity you were not used to.

“Yes, thank you,” you shot an apologetic look to the man, who was speaking with you just moments before, and followed the gentleman to the dance floor. 

“The name’s Giyuu, Tomioka Giyuu,” he murmured as he took you into his arms, slow waltz starting to play. His frame was solid, offering you all the support a follower could want in a leader; it was as if he had been dancing for years and years, and the first few steps confirmed it - that is, if he wasn’t just crazy talented. 

You told him your name as he led you into a spin, making you feel like a princess as your skirt flowed in the motion. There weren’t many dancers on the parquet but you still felt very much alone there, with his warmth and strength leading you through the waltz. You didn’t want the dance to end.

Tomioka remained silent throughout the first song. 

Thinking it was a one time deal, you stepped back from him once it ended. However, his grip on your hand did not let up. 

“One more?” he asked quietly as a much faster music started to play. Yet another classic, a viennese waltz this time.

Though you weren’t sure if you could keep up with him, something made you agree. Perhaps it was the way he didn’t force needless small talk on you, or the way he offered you the support you needed to glide through the forms and figures of the dance. Maybe it was the way you two fit like a glove, or the way his darkness complimented your bright red dress.

Either way, you spent more time in his arms than out of it for the rest of the evening, orbiting each other like galaxies about to collide. 

You still had to do your rounds, and it surprised you he kept you company even then, guarding your back as you did so. As the night wore on, you started to actually talk in between the conversations with the staff and the many, many dances.

He lived at the edge of the city, he didn’t have any pets, he liked the color blue, his favorite food was salmon with daikon. 

You sat down for the first time of the night, moaning softly in relief. Your heels were comfortable, but not that comfortable. 

Though he wasn’t as animated with his emotions, there were minimalistic expressions on his face that you were able to catch because… well, you were looking. Giyuu was an attractive man, and you wouldn’t mind at all if he asked-

“May I have your number?”

You looked up at him as he stood by your side, a silent protector. You wondered why he hadn’t sat down at all. “Only if I may have yours.” You smiled, face feeling hot.

You went out shopping before your first date. He'd told you to wear something classy, formal. 

You were lucky to find a nice dark blue dress to your knees. It looked classy enough in the shop, but by the time it was five minutes until he was to pick you up, you were overthinking. 

Was it formal enough? Was your make-up too slutty or was it just right? Should you wear higher heels or-

The doorbell rang.

All your thoughts vanished. Giyuu was here.

And gods did he look amazing. He wore a dark blue dress shirt, which was only slightly off-shade to your dress, and black suit, no tie. 

Your face was flushed as he led you to his car - black and elegant, like him - while he complimented your dress.

Ever the gentleman, he opened the doors for you - the car, the restaurant - and pulled out the chair for you too. Chivalry wasn't dead.

The restaurant itself was fancy yet cozy, the type you thought you'd only see in movies. The tables were far apart to offer privacy yet close enough not to be completely isolated. It was situated in a high rise building, giving you a view of the city skyline in the sunset. 

"I hope this setting is fine with you. I admit it has been a while since I'd gone out," Giyuu told you softly. 

You smiled. "I've never been treated like this on the first date before. I think you're doing more than fine."

This seemed to please him, the corner of his lips quirking up a little. “Good. I didn't want to make you think I would harm you in any way… That's why I chose a public place to meet at first.”

Your heart squeezed a little at the quiet confession, touched and a little in love that he thought of your feelings about the subject. It was true - had your first date been somewhere isolated, you wouldn't say yes to it, the threat of… what happens to women, and men both, too vivid in your mind's eye.

"Thank you. I appreciate the thought, Giyuu." Your smile widened, your face feeling a little hot. 

He only nodded in response, his eyes flitting between you and the rest of the room, as if he were keeping watch. He'd told you during the gala that he wasn't much for crowded spaces, so this kind of date was perfect. 

"Have you been here before?" you asked when a waiter brought you the menus.

"A few times, yes." Giyuu opened his, more looking at you than the lists of food on paper. "I don't want you to look at the prices… I asked you to accompany me so I'm paying."

Chivalry was not dead indeed.

The conversation flowed smoothly, both of you relaxing in the push and pull of different topics, gentle waves on a calm sea. As you spoke, you placed your hand on the table, nearly touching his own. Second by second, you both inched closer unconsciously. 

Your hands met, as did your eyes. Your face felt hot but you were smiling, delighted at the show of comfort and intimacy with this handsome man. His own lips were set in a relaxed line, not quite smiling but close, the deep sapphire of his eyes bright.

The waiter came and went, collecting the menus and your orders, leaving you alone again. A glint of a gold bracelet on the hand of one of the other guests reminded you of something.

“Do you like art, Giyuu?”

He tilted his head a little, the only reaction you got before he told you, “Art gives me a lot to think about.” 

There was a deeper meaning to his words, but you could not decipher it just yet. His response was not negative however, and you latched onto that, hope budding in your chest. “There will be an art exhibition in town soon. It’s called ‘All gold that glitters’ - I don’t know if you’ve heard about it?” 

Giyuu studied you for a moment, the silence just a few seconds short of becoming awkward. “Most of the display will be Gustav Klimt.”

Excited, you said, “Exactly! Once I heard it would be here, I wanted to see his works up close… Though I don’t know if I will get in. A friend told me the tickets might be sold out already. The painter is very famous after all.” All your energy evaporated as you realized the futility of the situation. “The crowds would be too much too… I’m sorry for rambling. I don’t know what has gotten into me.” You tried to laugh it off.

Giyuu looked at you for a moment longer before nodding. “You aren’t much for crowds either?” 

You nearly sighed in relief when he accepted your diversion. It amazed you how receptive he was with these hints despite appearing stoic. 

You smiled at him, “Not really. It sometimes gets too much. Even at work I…”

Even with your brief stumble in the conversation, you both enjoyed talking to each other for a long while. The topics flowed from one to another again, there wasn’t ever a lull in you sharing your thoughts. The gentle atmosphere of the restaurant added to your ease.

You were comfortable with him. And that surprised you - how quickly you let down your walls in front of a… 

He could no longer be called a stranger. The time you spent together at the gala made you friends in your eyes. This outing was a date - could you say he was your boyfriend? 

The food arrived, interrupting your thoughts.

His salmon with daikon looked delicious, and Giyuu must have thought so too, for he dug in very quickly, barely muttering out an “Itadakimasu,” before he munched away. You slowly started eating as well, looking at him. 

Your face felt hot as you watched him. He looked so cute; he was clearly enjoying each bite, his cheeks full of the food. 

He looked up only once, and he spoke, but you were not able to understand a word he said, his words sounding like gibberish to your ears. You could only giggle; you had never thought a gentleman like Giyuu would do this. 

“Sorry, sorry,” you looked down at your food with a secretive smile. It was endearing to see him so unguarded. Though you had to say that he seemed relaxed in your presence, that pleased you greatly.

You ate in silence, each stealing glances at the other. 

One glance at him bestowed a gift upon you that you never thought you would see, yet again. Giyuu was smiling while he ate his dish. Not only that. He was a messy eater, little bits of the food sticking on his cheeks. He looked absolutely adorable. You were smiling wide and you had a sudden impulse - one which you acted upon.

Giyuu froze when you leaned forward, rising from your seat a little. The blue dress clung to your chest, trying to contain your breasts from spilling over, digging into your skin a little.

He forced his eyes away from your cleavage, staring you in the face instead, but you were focused on his lips-? Were you about to-?

You reached out, thumb wiping at his cheek gently, and sat back down.

“You had a bit of rice on your face,” you grinned and ate the grain off of your thumb.

His face was red, blush stretching all the way to his ears.

Giyuu realized that he was in trouble, because something happened - something he didn’t account for.

He fell, hard.

“Where are we going?”

Giyuu had picked you up at your apartment, dashing as always in his black clothes. You didn't know how he did it, but everything looked so elegant on him - even if it was just a short-sleeved fitted shirt and black pants. 

"You'll see."

He'd offered you his arm, ever the gentleman, as you walked to his car. 

The two of you were a study in contrast, he thought. Where Giyuu was the dark, you were the light. You’d chosen a white sundress today, loose and airy - innocent and pure. A white rabbit hopping around in its meadow of flowers, unaware of the presence of a predator hiding in the shadows - a starved wolf, ready to pounce and claim the rabbit for its own.

The analogy reminded him of the fact he hadn’t given you any flowers yet. Fuck. He should’ve gone and bought you some before this date. Would you even appreciate flowers?

The drive was filled with warmth, despite the near-silence. It didn’t feel uncomfortable to not talk, you both were very much content. 

Or at least you were.

Giyuu had an urge to place his hand on your thigh, but he didn’t want to overstep or break the atmosphere, the comfort you were both in.

In the end, his willpower won. 

The car pulled into a side street, and you drove through a steel bar gate, the gate-keeper nodding at Giyuu respectfully. It made you curious where you were going. A small part of you rang warning bells - you didn’t know where you were and you didn’t know what would happen to you. But you trusted him, despite meeting with him only twice so far - today being the third. You hoped your trust was not misplaced.

Giyuu parked and turned off the engine, quickly getting out of the car and locking it when you reached for the handle. You looked at him in confusion, but then he was on your side, opening the door for you. Like a gentleman.

Blood rushed to your cheeks as you smiled at him. How could you have doubted him? He was such a silly man, trying to be as accommodating as possible for you. Giyuu took your hand in his, a loose hold which you could get out of easily if you wanted to.

He led you inside through a clearly personnel-only door, making you curious what exactly he’d planned for you two. 

An employee met you there, guiding you through various halls filled with wrapped… things? It looked like paintings but you couldn’t be sure.

“Enjoy your time,” the employee said, opening a door for you two at last. The light in the room turned on, reflecting golden hues off of every piece in the room.

This was it - ‘All gold that glitters’ was in front of you. But- it was supposed to open tomorrow, and there were no more tickets left, you’d checked, so how-?

You’d subconsciously stepped inside, letting go of his hand. You slowly looked around in awe, tears gathering in your eyes. You felt as if your soul had been caressed by Giyuu’s warm hands. 

Here, illuminated by the professional lighting and surrounded by paintings, the only art he saw was you. You spun in a circle, your loose skirt flaring up a little, your eyes sparkling as you took in the exhibition - devoid of life, sans the two of you. If he hadn't fallen for you already, he would have now.

Giyuu closed the distance, taking your hand in his again, bringing it to his lips to kiss your knuckles. Your excited expression made all the trouble he went through to get you both here worth it. 

Nevertheless, he asked, "Do you like it?"

You beamed. "I love it!"

You tugged at his hand, nearly skipping over to the first piece, absolutely delighted.

Flitting from piece to piece, you eventually let go of each other, content to enjoy the art at your own paces. There was no rush, no one to interrupt you two, you were there alone; just the two of you and the art.

You stood in front of Fulfillment, admiring the patterns. Each painting, each art piece, had a meaning and was supposed to evoke something in the viewer. Staring at the embrace of the two lovers, it gave you the same feeling you had when Giyuu took your hand for the first time - today. Dancing with him didn’t count, the restaurant didn’t count, that was you reaching out to him. Today was him seeking you out. 

Butterflies danced in your tummy as you smiled.

“Enjoying yourself?”

You looked at him, your smile widening. “Yes. You don’t know how special this is for me,” you admitted, walking closer to Giyuu. Glancing to the side, your cheeks felt hot. He was standing in front of the arguably most famous piece by Gustav Klimt.

The Kiss.

Giyuu remained silent.

You took in the details of the painting - the flowers, the position, the intimacy. You wished you’d be kissed like that, at least once in your life. An image flashed in your mind’s eye - of Giyuu holding you exactly like that, of kissing you exactly like that - and you had to blink and look at him again to make sure it was just a daydream, and not reality.

He was staring, his focus not on you as a whole, but on your lips. Your breath hitched in your throat.

There was conflict in his eyes when they met yours. It seemed as if the world held its breath for the two of you. 

The distance closed slowly as you gravitated towards each other, separate galaxies a hair’s width away from becoming one. So close yet so far.

You closed your eyes. Warmth touched your soul.

The first kiss was but a peck to the corner of your lips; your head tilted back slightly, one of his hands cradling the nape of your neck, the other cupping your jaw. You exhaled shakily. The first became second, right on the lips, soft and feather-light; then third, the air shared between the two of you.

There was a mist inside your mind, your thoughts incorporeal yet comforting, encompassing you in a blanket of Heavens. It didn’t feel wrong, nothing about this felt wrong; it was just right, being with Giyuu felt right. Each kiss stole your breath and returned it to you in the same second.

Giyuu felt as if life was filling his lungs for the first time in forever. Your warmth was everything, absolutely everything to him. You were so receptive to him, eyes closed and completely pliant in his hands. It felt as if you were made from the thinnest layer of gold leaf and one wrong move, one wrong touch would crumple you up, eternally lost.

Only when you both were nearly gasping for breath did you pull away. Giyuu was cradling you in his arms tenderly, a bright blush on his face, and you were hanging onto him for dear life, your own cheeks flushed.

It was a moment of understanding that you stood at the edge of something great blooming between the two of you, and neither wanted to stop it.

Giyuu signed the death certificate, numb.

Urokodaki Sabito, aged 28, dead. 

The pen rolled off the table and clattered onto the ground but he didn't care. The slight incessant ache in his arm hardly bothered him, the ache where his heart was felt like a more life-threatening wound than a mere scratch.

Sabito had nothing to do with the Ubuyashiki family, except being the relative and a friend of its members; Urokodaki Sakonji's only adopted son and Tomioka Giyuu's very best friend lay dead, the corpse long gone cold in the morgue.

It had happened so fast too.

One moment, Giyuu and Sabito were talking about Sabito’s upcoming wedding, the next, both were diving for cover as bullets flew overhead. Sabito had had some training from Urokodaki, though he'd steered clear of the true depth of mastery despite his clear talent at it. He'd always been better than Giyuu, at everything.

So why?

Why was Sabito dead and Giyuu alive?

Why was Giyuu still breathing and Sabito's chest forever stilled?

More importantly, who targeted him - them? Why had they done so? 

Were they going to strike again?

Oh no…

Not [Name].

Anything, anyone, but her.

He wanted to shout, to scream - She has nothing to do with this! Leave her alone! 

He knew, however, that it would be in vain. Whoever targeted them had done so very deliberately. They knew who would be where and at what time. 

And they could get to you too.

No.

He could not allow that to happen. He'd just gotten his first taste of you, an ambrosia for a mere mortal. 

And it wasn't even by his own making. It had been Sabito who'd forced him to approach you that night of the gala. He'd noticed Giyuu was following you around like a lost puppy all evening. He'd noticed and acted on it.

Sabito's interference led to a few of his happiest days in his life - the gala itself, the dinner, the museum, and the days spent texting one another.

All this could be lost with a short crack of thunder, a bullet released from the barrel of a gun - so disgraceful in these parts, where family conflicts were best solved honorably, with swords. 

He could not allow it to happen - no, he would not allow it to happen. He felt an intense hunger, his teeth ached with the need to bite, to tear flesh to shreds of those who would even think of hurting you, of those who would even look at you.

Giyuu's mind spiraled, a maelstrom pulling everything in reach down to treacherous depths. Plans made and discarded, his hand reached for his phone before he knew it, dialing your number before he could stop it.

"Hi," came your voice. Giyuu closed his eyes, enjoying the simplicity of hearing you, the knowledge you were still alive and well making his heart beat like a drum. "What's up?"

"Are you home?" 

"Yeah. Why? Is something wrong?" Hearing the concern in your voice would have made his chest feel warm normally, but this time the warmth was brought by the fact you were home, home meant safety… at least for a little while. He needed to get you close, to hold you in his arms.

His eyes snapped open. “I have something planned for us.”

"Planned? It's so sudden… It is a little late now but-"

“You just have to trust me," he interrupted you. “Understood?” He'd never used this tone of voice on you, the mask of a killer slipping on subconsciously.

There was a brief moment of silence. "Alright, Giyuu… I trust you.” 

I trust you. 

He hoped you’d trust him with your safety and life too.

“Thank you, dear. Wear that red dress for me.” 

He hung up, texting you his address along with 'Take your time' in the same breath. 

Giyuu had some preparations to make, after all.

You got out of the car - a driver he’d called for you, making you wonder just what his job was to have these connections - and stared at the house. You checked your maps, and it was indeed the address Giyuu had given you. 

The house was much bigger than you thought it would be. Sure, he was an elegant man, always put together but nothing about him screamed fancy… Okay, maybe a little. But this was a whole another level of-

The door opened. 

Your heart leaped in your chest, a smile rising to your face. Giyuu looked- your smile wobbled a little - he looked like he carried the whole world on his shoulders. You hurried to his side, clutching your purse and the wine you found in your storage - you wanted to bring at least something when visiting his home for the first time. Now it seemed you’d be drinking away some stress instead of celebrating life.

“Are you alright?” 

Instead of answering, he pulled you close, hugging you tightly, as if you’d run away from him if he was just a touch gentler. He buried his head into your neck, breathing you in. “You look beautiful… As beautiful as a rose in a bouquet…” 

Yet another thing he failed to do… He didn’t prepare any flowers for you again. He kept ruining everything, didn’t he?

You hugged him back awkwardly, the things in your hands a bit uncomfortable to hold at the same time.

Giyuu took a deep breath and pulled back enough to guide you inside. He closed the door and locked it. You placed the bottle and your purse both on the shoe cabinet at the side and embraced him again. He seemed to really need it. 

A moment later, he whispered. “Maybe that’s a wrong metaphor. You aren’t just one of many. You deserve to be the sole focus of the beholder…” His hold on you tightened again. “The beholder being me.”

His tone of voice made you shiver a little. Giyuu seemed to still be out of it. You had never seen him being as clingy or heard him speak as possessively as you did now.

“You’re mine, right?”

The question was a bit out of character to how you knew him. He was usually so reserved and soft with you. You didn’t hate it per se, but it was certainly strange. “Of course.”

“That’s right, you’re mine. Never doubt that you’re mine and only mine.”

You were a little confused about why he was like this, but you stayed silent.

“You never know who you can trust these days.”

You shivered again. “Giyuu, maybe we should sit down, yeah? Where..?” 

He stepped back and knelt at your feet, one of his hands raising your foot gently, the other pulling the straps of your shoes loose. Both heels fell to the ground, and he left them there, laying in the middle of the hall.

He stood up and took your hand in his, fingers intertwined and grip tight as if he never wanted to let go. Giyuu led you inside in a hurry, taking you through a spacious living room and up the stairs to- his bedroom?

“Don’t be afraid. You don’t need to be afraid of me,” he said lowly. “I’d never hurt you, my dear.” The pet name made blood rush to your cheeks.

Giyuu sat at the edge of the bed, guiding you to the space beside him, still clutching your hand. 

“Giyuu, I know you’re probably going through something… You don’t have to tell me. But I’m here for you, you know that, right?”

He nodded. You both stayed silent for a time. Your thoughts kept looping back, trying to think of what could be going on in his head. You realized you knew him, but at the same time you knew nothing about him.

His voice interrupted your train of thought. “I worry a lot for you.” 

You tilted your head, looking at him, “I worry for you too.”

Giyuu’s face relaxed minutely. He let go of your hand, stood up and grabbed you by your waist, moving you up the bed to lay on it, as he hovered above you, supporting his weight on his left hand beside your head. “From all the people I met in my life, from the billions I could have had - you are the One, and you are perfect. You’re perfect for me.” His right hand cupped your cheek, caressing your skin with his thumb. His eyes half-lidded, he leaned down for a slow and soft kiss. 

The kiss was everything to him.

When he pulled back, you said, “I’m just me… I can’t be perfect.” Yet he made you feel like you were.

His eyebrows twitched, as if he held back a frown. “Don’t ever doubt your worth, lovely.” 

The next kiss was just as slow as the previous one, but deeper, more sensual. It stole your breath away and conjured a fog over your mind; all you could focus on was him.

Giyuu trailed his lips over your jaw, pausing by your ear to whisper, “Nobody else can touch you but me.” 

“Yessss…” you hissed lowly in a daze, arching your head back, allowing him to continue kissing down your neck unobstructed.

“I’ll have to warn you, my dear, I am the jealous type,” he murmured against your pulse point. You wondered if he could feel it drumming against his lips. 

Giyuu bit down hard. You cried out in a mix of pain and surprise, waking up from the dreamy headspace he’d lulled you into.

“Giyuu!” You tried to struggle, but he held onto you, licking away the ache his teeth brought. Where before anticipation made your heart race, now it was fear, but you could only tremble in his grasp. There was no escaping the wolf now, and the wolf was starving.

He knew the effect this had on you. He knew that he wasn’t being as careful as he should be. It made his heart clench but it had to be done. He had to show everyone you were his. “There is no need to be scared as long as I’m here, my dear. I won’t hurt you and I won’t let anyone else touch you.” He won’t ever let you go.

You tried to slap him when he pulled back enough but he just caught your hand by the wrist, pulling it closer and kissing your palm gently. He maintained eye contact all the while, trailing his lips to the pulse point of your wrist. Your heartbeat grew faster against your will, the sensuality and intimacy of his gesture not lost to you.

His other hand reached into the back pocket of his pants, taking out a familiar green and yellow turtle shell necktie. "Please, don’t struggle so much," he whispered. 

Giyuu placed the tie next to your head. 

"You don’t want to see me angry, do you?"

You shook your head, this new version of him scaring you and arousing you at the same time. It was intoxicating. 

Would you even be allowed to speak? Did that count as ‘struggling’? You didn’t want to test his patience.

“Strip.” He leaned back, sitting on your thighs and waiting for you to obey. 

You couldn’t deny him. You knew he was strong, too strong to fight off or resist. You knew he’d take what he wanted regardless of what you tried to do. It was hot, your body felt hot all over. You felt like a freak for enjoying this, shame burning in your stomach as you undid the zipper on your side.

Giyuu watched you, eyes dark, while he himself undid the buttons on his black dress shirt one-handed. He shrugged off the material just as your dress slipped off your shoulders, leaving both of you bare from waist up. 

He was covered in lean muscle, a few scars on his torso- his biceps was in a bandage, a bloodied bandage. Your eyes focused on it, but he was focused on something else entirely.

Giyuu took your hands and bound them to the headboard with the green tie. You tried to wiggle out of them but he only smirked, dragging the red dress off of your figure, leaving you only in your panties.

"I never do something halfway, my dear, and I do need to prepare you for me," he murmured against your lips, his hand slipping under the seam of your silky panties. You were wet since before he'd led you to bed, too excited at seeing him, too turned on by his voice and scent. Now it only made you feel shame, for it made things easier for him.

But you couldn't truly say you hated what he was doing, especially when his nimble fingers slowly pushed into you. You gasped at the feeling, and he stilled for a moment.

"Does it hurt?" You shook your head, spreading your legs wider.

Giyuu swept his thumb through your wet pussy lips to circle at your clit in soft and slow motions. He studied your face for any discomfort as he started to pump slowly. 

"How do you want me to fuck you? Hard and fast or soft and slow? I will do whatever you ask of me, my dear." He curled his fingers inside of you, trying to find the spot that should make-

You moaned, flinching away from the shock of pleasure.

Giyuu swore later that your moans were the sweetest sounds he'd ever heard in his life; they were the only art a killer like him could create, and he intended to make a masterpiece of you.

As his right hand worked you up, he leaned down to kiss and bite at your throat, the vibrations against his lips feeling like Heaven on Earth.

His fingers played you like a string instrument, each flick and movement and curl dragging you higher and higher against your will, your moans pitching and breaking and finally cutting off in a silent scream as you came all over his hand.

"Beautiful…"

Giyuu withdrew his fingers, glistening with your cum, and brought them to his face, studying how the slick created a gooey string between them as he spread them apart. You had to look away from the lewd display, making his eyes snap back to your face.

You heard his belt buckle open, his weight briefly disappearing from your side. When the bed dipped again, his rough warm palms traced a path down your body, from your breasts, over your stomach, thumbs catching the fabric of your panties and pulling them down, down, down… off.

"To say you’re special is an understatement, [Name]," he whispered, spreading your legs and settling between them. 

Your whole body trembled, your arms tugging at your restraints again, but you were too weak, your orgasm chipped away at any strength you had left to truly resist him.

“You don’t just make me want you…" His lips kissed along your neck with feather-light touches, breath hot against your skin. "…You make me need you.” 

…Fuck if his confession didn't make you clench around nothing. Your mind fought against your heart and body in a three-way war, each trying to one-up the other. Your heart told you how deep you had fallen for him, how this was as good as a love confession. Your brain warned you you were in trouble, your boyfriend had lured you inside and was about to use you. Your body sang for the future pleasure he would bestow upon you, his talented fingers proving his skill.

"I'm keeping you here… for your own good." 

What? No- and Oh yes, please-! echoed in your mind.

"You will stay with me, you will never leave me, you will be safe here."

Oh, but how could you fight this?

 "I love you."

I love you.

Giyuu kissed you on the lips, deeply and passionately, setting you on fire with his touch.

You could feel him - feel his cock - against your body.

You could only shake in his all-encompassing arms.

He realized you were scared - of him. "I won’t harm you… I won’t ever, ever even think of harming you."

He kissed you again. He kissed you as if he needed it, needed you just to survive, like he needed you more than air itself. It was like he tried to devour you, a hungry wolf and a sweet rabbit.

And then he was sliding in. He'd prepared you to take him; even then the stretch was nearly too much anyway.

Giyuu slurred out a curse against your lips, the feeling of finally being enveloped by your snug warmth too much. His mind was nearly breaking, he'd never felt so loved, so intimate, so close to someone than he did as he bottomed out inside of your sopping wet cunt.

"You're perfect," he breathed out shakily, resting his forehead against yours.

He started slowly, letting you feel him inch by inch. You swore you could feel him in your throat, each glide felt as if he was pushing your organs apart, rearranging you from the inside to his liking.

Oh, but was it a delight. Fireworks exploded behind your lids every time his cock brushed against your sweet spot, earthquakes rocked your world, waves of pleasure crashed against each nerve under your skin. He set you aflame and quenched you in the same stroke.

You sang pretty moans for him, Giyuu joining you in the duet of passion the two of you shared. Skin rubbed against skin, sweat beaded at your brows, air was shared - Giyuu tilted his head and kissed you again, and again, and again.

He stole your heart, he stole your pleasure, he stole your breath, he stole you and yet…

“Let go for me, my dear-” he ground out between his teeth.

You went out with a whimper. 

Toes curled, back arched, but all you could do was take it as Giyuu continued to thrust, chasing his own release inside your heat.

He kept staring at your blissed out face. "I'm gonna-" One, two, three slams of his hips and he released a shaky moan, spilling his seed deep into your pussy. "…stuff you full of my love."

The warmth of him inside, the firm muscles against your thighs, his scent, the dripping sweat- 

He hadn't even asked if he could cum inside. He hadn't asked if you were on the pill. He truly intended to keep you, didn't he?

"I love you, my dear."

Tears welled up in your eyes and fell one by one down your cheeks. But damn him, you loved him too. You'd fallen in love with him, and he'd become your captor. 

Giyuu slowly leaned even closer to embrace you. “Shhh, this was meant to be, my dear.” He buried his face into your neck. The kiss he placed there was wet with his own tears.

What was he crying about? You were the one he was going to shackle down. You were the one with no way out. You were the one losing everything but him.

“I know this will take some time to adjust to.”

How else was he supposed to keep you from harm? There was no other way. He couldn’t regret it, wouldn’t regret it.

“In the end… all you have left is-” he leaned closer to your ear, “me.” Giyuu buried his face in your neck again, taking in your scent and listening to your heart beat - steady and well. Alive.

You were far safer with him, under his roof - in your now-shared bedroom.

“It’s better this way.”

There was nothing he wouldn’t do for you. He would make sure you had everything you needed.

“Shhh, sleep now.”

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[cyberdragoninfinity]

FINALLY SOMEONE ELSE WHO SEES THE BEAUTY IN THE WAY YUSAKU AND AI TALK TO EACH OTHER FOR THE LAST TIME IN THE DUB. IT'S ABOUT THE BANTER THAT YOU MAKE WITH YOUR BEST FRIEND!!!!!

YEAH. YEAH!! LIKE. it may in fact be one of my hottest ygo takes it seems but being completely real with you the vrains dub ending is Not Nearly as Irredeemably Awful as people act like it is. yeah it's a bummer the 'ai means to love people' bit was cut among other things, but actually LOOKING AT THE END OF THAT DUEL IN THE DUB IN ITS ACTUAL PROPER CONTEXT and not just watching the like two fucking out of context clips that always get circulated with it, the ending is FINE. IT'S GOOD EVEN. i like it a lot!! it's a duel ending that fits the tone the rest of the vrains dub has spent its runtime laying down and doesn't feel out of place or unearned or, again being completely fucking real with you, too Jokey Joke Unserious.

YES it's funny and kind of jarring that in the dub yusaku tells Ai "no" when Ai asks if he was a good partner (instead of wholeheartedly telling him 'yes' like in the sub) but like........ is that Really out of character. Is It. A.) Yusaku's right, Ai is the most annoying partner in the world and Yusaku literally later tells him 3 reasons why he sucks shit (all the while you can Hear his voice breaking, the fondness in it, it's so good) B.) Yusaku is a very blunt person, it's extremely easy to see him not being one to lie to make someone feel better, and also C.) literally like half an episode later HE TELLS AI DESPITE BEING A CLUMSY DUELING PARTNER, HE'S A GREAT FRIEND AND THAT HE'LL NEVER FORGET HIM. HE IS IN TEARS TELLING HIM THAT. THERE IS SO MUCH LOVE THERE. HE ISN'T JUST SAYING SHIT TO BE RUDE OR FUNNY.

and!!! yeah the dub doesn't get the aforementioned exchange of Yusaku explaining what Ai's name means and the Yaoi Moment Heard Round The World (ai telling him he loves him. but also unfortunately I really don't think we can That surprised on that one. given past Gay ASF Yugioh Moments Being Handled in The Dub 😔), but like you said there's something very sweet in that "banter between friends even in the most dire of situations" you see in the dub version, to me anyway. you can't act like the way Ai behaves in his last moments in the dub are somehow out of character for him. Of course he's going to be talking very flippantly, Guy Who Struggles to Talk Earnestly Without Caking It in Humor, that's a huge part of Who He Is and How He Behaves. and people crop the clip of ai telling yusaku all the moments he's going to miss at yusaku telling ai "not me," when literally IN THE SAME FUCKING SENTENCE he follows that up with "im going to miss all of our time together"!!! again IN ITS INTENDED CONTEXT it works perfectly fine!! It's still an emotional moment, Ai still calls Yusaku by name as he dies and turns to stardust. it's just DIFFERENT. it's just a different approach to the events of the story and the end of that duel!!

it's just like. obviously you can do whatever you want and like whatever version you want, im not gonna stop you, but acting like the vrains dub final episode somehow Mangles and Ruins The Whole Ending is just so... hyberbolic. what are you people talking about it is NOT that bad 😭 I've watched both and I like both for different reasons, because that's the key at the end of the day--theyre different!! They're both good endcaps to the version of the VRAINS story theyve been telling for their entire runtimes and the way theyve brought these characters to life. Yugioh dubs have never been exactly 1:1 with the original and if you go into it expecting them to be youre just going to bend yourself out of shape. idk. idk!! tldr it is once again Two Cakes, it has never been more Two Cakes

[medea10]

My Review of Ranma 1/2 (2024)

I think we all know who Rumiko Takahashi is. Right? One of Japan’s finest mangaka’s. Creator of great stories like Maison Ikkoku, InuYasha, Urusei Yatsura, and of course Ranma ½. And…

Ugh…I gotta get this off my chest. Ever since we hit 2020, every time I see news involving one of Rumiko’s stories, it’s been either a sequel or a reboot. And seeing as this is the third one in four years, I’m a little concerned that one reboot might be around the corner that I will dread its arrival. In short, please don’t reboot InuYasha. If you’re going to reboot another classic, go for Maison Ikkoku. I don’t want to go on the defensive again and claim that the older series is not bad and it’s actually quite good. I’ve done it before with other animes like Full Metal Alchemist, Fruits Basket, and Hellsing. The original series to those three mentioned are great and I will not stand for bad-mouthing of any one of them.

But onto Ranma ½! Obviously, InuYasha was my very first Rumiko anime. But Ranma ½ was something I started sometime after InuYasha’s final act finished. The anime was created by the same woman, a lot of the characters felt similar to InuYasha, funny, quirky, many love triangles, and even had some of the same cast. Kappei Yamaguchi played both Ranma and InuYasha. Even in the English dub, Richard Ian Cox played both characters (eventually). Knowing all that, I knew I was going to enjoy myself here. I wasn’t wrong, I did. InuYasha is still my favorite out of the Rumiko universe, but Ranma ½ was definitely #2 for me.

The original Ranma ½ manga began in 1987 and ran for nine years. The television series aired two years later and lasted for 161 episodes, along with several movies and OVA’s. So, much like Urusei Yatsura, it was decided to be given a reboot for this new generation of anime watchers. But unlike Urusei Yatsura, Ranma ½ will be given the same voice cast (for the most part). And where Urusei Yatsura got David Production to animate it, Ranma ½ has studio MAPPA.

You know, the same mother fuckers that gave us Yuri on Ice and snatched it away. I’m not over it and never will be. Yeah, that’s right! I’m gonna be 100% that bitch crying crazy at MAPPA for that one fuck up. The rest of the world will know MAPPA as the ones behind the fourth season of Attack on Titan, Jujutsu Kaisen, and Chainsaw Man. Okay, onto the story!

Soun Tendou is the head of the Tendou Martial Arts dojo. He’s also the father of three young daughters, Kasumi, Nabiki, and Akane. One day, Soun gets a letter from an old friend (Genma Saotome) saying he and his son are coming and one of Soun’s daughters will be betrothed to his old friend’s son Ranma Saotome. Soun’s hopes are for the family legacy to continue. The day Soun’s friend was to arrive was anything but normal. A giant panda and a young girl named Ranma Saotome arrives. But wait! Isn’t Ranma a boy? Don’t worry, everything will be explained soon and it’s every bit of absurd as you remembered.

Ranma is a boy and a girl. Watch this get canceled by MAGA really quick! Whenever Ranma gets wet with cold water, he turns into a female. Ranma’s father also has a strange anomalies with him as well. When Genma gets wet he turns into a panda. While training in China, both fell in a cursed lake that altered their bodies. However, they can both change back with hot water. And as the story goes on, there will be several characters that have the same problem. But we’ll get there when we get there.

Soun’s youngest daughter Akane is not happy by any of this. First, she’s pissed that she is being pushed onto a boy she just met. Second, she hates boys! And third, this whole situation is just too much for her. Very valid reasons here to be honest. Oh well. Suck it up because Akane and Ranma are going to be in this for the long haul.

THE SUB: Yes, yes, InuYasha and Ranma have the same voice in the Japanese. He also plays Rinne's father too. Moving on!

As I said before, as long as a cast member isn’t dead, retired, or #MeToo they are going to be in this reboot. That and you cannot have this anime without Megumi Hayashibara and Kappei Yamaguchi voicing both Ranmas. But most of the cast has returned like the voices for Akane, Nabiki, Kasumi, Ryoga, and Shampoo. Genma’s original voice actor (Kenichi Ogata) did not come back to voice Genma. However, they got him to voice the Narrator. Oddly enough, the dub did something similar to that. But, we’ll get there. They got the equally talented Cho to play Genma Saotome. And I’m okay with that!

As for newer voice actors, yes, there are a lot of familiar folks. Mamoru Miyano plays that horn-dog ice skater, Mikado. Aoi Yuki plays Mikado’s ice-skating partner, Azusa. Okay, that’s funny having the voices of Cilan and Iris together again. Tomokazu Sugita blesses this anime by playing the abrasive Kuno becoming the third person to play this character as the previous two have passed away. And finally, there is an anime only character here. This is the person you see commentating on any kind of fight that goes down at school. And that honor goes to the greatest seiyuu in the universe, Tomokazu Seki! Perfection right here! Getting the same guy who plays Meito Anizawa is just S-tier greatness.

And you thought I was going to bring up Tracey here. I know I just did. But that’s beside the point. This is a Medea review. You all know I’m bound to do that.

LICENSING AND THE DUB: If you notice a nice pattern here, most of Rumiko Takahashi’s works are licensed by Viz Media and then distributed to the masses. Even the manga to many of them. I had the highest of hopes that Viz would license it, Crunchyroll would stream it, and then Crunchyroll would work with Ocean Group to put out a dub. You know, just like with Yashahime most recently. While most of the cast from Ocean Group hasn’t been heard from in years or died, people like Richard Ian Cox, David Kaye, and Willow Johnson are very much alive and kicking.

But then Netflix…

Yeah, you know how it’s going to go from there. I still haven’t forgiven them for their dub to Evangelion. But I will not write them off with their dubs as they have done some great dubs including Violet Evergarden, Aggretsuko, Carole & Tuesday, Dandadan, and many others. And they got J. Michael Tatum. That’s a big thumbs up there! Yeah, I fold easily once I hear Tatum is in an anime. I am just not used to Ranma’s voice here. I know Richard Ian Cox wasn’t even Ranma until partial-way into the original dub, but that’s what I’ve grown to like. The one person from the original Ranma ½ dub they got was David Kaye. He originally played Soun Tendou, but is now voicing the narrator. At least it gives him some more work outside Sesshomaru and Last Week Tonight w/ John Oliver.

You read right; David Kaye has been on that program for the last 10 years. You’re welcome!

And now, some other stuff. I love the dubs that Ocean Group and their subsidiaries put out. No one is denying that. However, some groups of people have not been happy with how they dub certain characters with thick accents. I think it was Shampoo here and Shenhua from Black Lagoon that got the most complaints. I will admit, Shampoo sounds a lot better here than in the original. And that’s all I’ll say because I try to stay out of the fight of having characters of color played by people of color. As a person of color, I have many thoughts on the matter and let’s leave it at that. On with the review!

Here’s the new English cast.

*Ranma ♂ is played by David Errigo Jr.

*Ranma ♀ is played by Suzie Yeung (known for Makima on Chainsaw Man, Shizuka on Mushoku Tensei, Milize on 86, Sumi on Rent-A-Girlfriend, Ayumu on Love Live Nijigasaki, and Amane on Demon Slayer)

*Akane is played by Valeria Rodriguez

*Genma is played by Fred Tatasciore

*Ryoga is played by Damien Haas (known for Kudou on My Happy Marriage)

*Shampoo is played by Grace Lu (known for Hana on Sakamoto Days)

SHIPPING: It’s a Rumiko classic. Get ready for some love-polygons because there’s going to be many of them.

Akane x Ranma is of course the main ship. They hate each other at the beginning and there’s a lot of bickering for the most part. You know, like another anime couple that debuted a decade after these two. And another anime couple that debuted a few years before these two. Rumiko is formulaic at times, but I ain’t complaining. As I said in the synopsis, Akane has an immense hatred of the opposite sex (with one exception). At school, she is constantly hit on or challenged by boys. And then you add Ranma to this mix and…adding Ranma just gained more trouble. Akane and Ranma both have fathers who want them to hook up. Leaving out my thoughts on arranged marriages, Akane wants nothing to do with this. Then you add Ranma’s condition and that’s all kinds of messed-up troubles. Ranma’s new to this being a girl thing and is fine with walking around naked. Akane is not having this shit! So, in terms of this season…while they do have a few moments here and there, wait a little longer to see this progress.

Tatewaki Kuno: Along with several other rough-tough boys at school, this man has an infatuation with Akane. And Akane has turned him down every single time. His jealousy does get the better of him when Ranma’s around. But when Kuno meets Female Ranma, let’s just say he falls for her too. But he doesn’t give up on Akane knowing that the “pig-tailed girl” is out there.

I don’t know about you, but I support him with Nabiki.

Dr. Tofu: The young doctor that the Tendou family has relied on for many years. And despite being several years older than Akane and being a guy, she likes him. Dr. Tofu doesn’t seem to notice that because there’s another Tendou sister that has his attention. Tofu is definitely crushing on Kasumi Tendou. Speaking of the that, whenever Kasumi is in the room, Dr. Tofu all of a sudden forgets how to do basic shit.

Ryoga: This man has got to have the worst sense of direction of any anime character. Yes, worse than Leon from Pokemon. But when he appears, he comes with a knuckle-sandwich for Ranma. But as for shipping, Ryoga has a bit of a crush on Akane. He’s the only one who has slept with Akane. Oh, let me explain. Much like Ranma, Ryoga suffered a fate in one of those cursed lakes in China. When he gets wet, he turns into a little piggy. Whenever Akane sees the little piggy, she doesn’t put two and two together that this is Ryoga. Ryoga is P-chan and Akane loves P-chan. But not in that sick way like in that Inukai's dog anime.

That anime makes me think again about suicide. Moving on.

Kodachi Kuno: Oh yeah, this crazy bitch. One of Kuno’s crazy family members (yes, they’re all certifiably crazy). This is Kuno’s sister. She’s heavily into rhythm gymnastics. Has an unhealthy passion for stalking her competition. And is crazy in love with Ranma. She even paralyzed him and tried to kiss him on a roof. Now, you would think Kuno would be mad at Ranma for his sister’s infatuation. Quite the opposite, Kuno is fine with it. Less competition for Akane…but he still likes the “pig-tailed girl” too. The Kuno family is nuts.

Sanzenin: I absolutely forgot about this guy and his skating partner’s existence. Not gonna lie! Much like Kuno, he has a softness for pretty girls. But while Kuno will only pull out bouquets of flowers from nowhere and declare his undying love, Sanzenin is more impulsive. This guy kissed Ranma on the lips. Yes, it was the female Ranma. He was not too happy by this. Not including the kiss of death Ranma got from Shampoo, I do believe this was his very first kiss. Again, not happy about any of this.

Shampoo: Oh yeah, shit goes down here. Shampoo is a Chinese amazon where martial arts is high in her family with many traditions. Ranma inadvertently crossed paths with Shampoo while in China and defeated her in combat. Because Ranma was in his female form, Shampoo gave him the kiss of death. Meaning, she will not stop until (female) Ranma is dead. Shampoo even traveled to Japan to kill him, but met with real Ranma and once again accidentally defeated her. Shampoo kisses Ranma, but this time it’s a declaration of love.

CENSORSHIP: Oh yes, there is A LOT censored here. Long-time Rumiko fans know that some of her older works had a lot of risqué things. Lum was everyone’s 80’s waifu with her skimpy outfit. There was one character on Maison Ikkoku who would wear see-through negliges where you could see her nipples like in every scene she was in (including the opening theme). And Ranma was also guilty of giving us a nipple or two every so…well, more often than not. Ranma is a boy and clearly has no shame walking around without a shirt on. When he’s in girl-mode, it’s not so modest.

Plus, most of the time he gets wet, he does have to go into the shower to turn back to normal. Yeah, there’s a lot of bath and shower scenes. Maybe Netflix wasn’t the right choice in the licensing department when you see they were not only going to censor nipples, but also the word “China” and even butt-cracks. Come on now, even Crunchyroll keeps the butt-cracks! They just add unneeded beams of light to that. Honestly, the only ones who would have given us uncensored Ranma ½ would have been Discotek or Sentai Filmworks. Keep in mind, those are the companies that gave us Kiss x Sis and Redo of Healer.

END OF SEASON ONE: Wait, I thought this was going to be a two-cour season. Oh well, they announced a second season shortly after so I shouldn’t complain. Thankfully, we got the introduction of Shampoo before the season ended. Shampoo is one of the biggest love rivals in this anime. She comes in ready to kill female Ranma due to her family tradition and the kiss of death she gave her, but ends up falling in love with male Ranma after losing to him in combat. However, Shampoo was not pleased with Akane’s existence around Ranma and gave her the kiss of death. Shampoo vs. Akane went in a weird direction. Shampoo is a formidable opponent strength wise. But she didn’t use much strength to take out Akane. She used a special shampoo to brainwash Akane into forgetting Ranma’s existence.

They don’t call her Shampoo for nothing.

Thankfully, Akane’s amnesia was broken thanks to Ranma’s insults about Akane. Shampoo however isn’t through here as she is determined to have Ranma all to herself. That’s when Ranma decided to do something bold. In front of Shampoo, Ranma voluntarily poured cold water on himself to reveal to Shampoo that he and female Ranma are one in the same. It’s just that he says the male side is temporary. This kind of broke her heart and she left Ranma. And that’s how the season ended. Ryoga and Ranma discussing what had just happened. And, we’ll get season two whenever we get it.

But don’t worry, that’s not the end of Shampoo. Not by a long-shot! We still haven’t seen her secret nor have met her grandmother.

So, not a bad start. I was hesitant, but I’m enjoying the reboot so far. Of course, I’m looking forward to the upcoming season(s) as there are many other characters not introduced like Cologne, Pantyhose Taro, Mousse, (my personal favorite) Ukyo, and the grand pooba of perverts, Happosai. The dub actually grew on me. I might even say, I like it a bit more than the original. I know it’s blasphemy to say that, but it could be just my rose-colored nostalgia glasses clogging up everything. Although, if we do see Mousse and Ukyo soon, I want them voiced by Brad Swaile and Kelly Sheridan again.

I KNOW IT’S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN! Fine, I fully admit that. But you know you could get them. They are still voice acting. And they are great fucking voice actors!

But I do have to wonder how long this reboot is going to last. Many of Rumiko’s works are lengthy, even when you get rid of the fillers. I’m not even sure the reboot to Urusei Yatsura is even finished with what they attend to animate. The original Ranma ½ manga was over 400 chapters long. If the studios and animators are willing to give the public the full story, I’m all for it and will happily watch it.

Now for recommendations! If you’re a fan of the original Ranma ½, while this story is far from finishing and has a long way to go, it’s a good start. For fans of Rumiko’s other works like InuYasha, Urusei Yatsura, Rinne, and Maison Ikkoku, this is definitely for you especially if you watch these stories for shipping purposes. Rumiko loves the complicated love polygons. If you are a fan of comedy anime, absolutely check this out. And if you wandered over here and just learned about this anime and find it offensive that a boy turns into a girl and jump to every wrong conclusion, go away. FAR away from here. And never return.

This ain’t for you, fool.

In the meantime, you can check out Ranma ½ (2024) on Netflix.

And if you have a lot of time on your hands, there seems to be several outlets streaming the original Ranma ½ series including; Hulu, Peacock, Amazon Prime, and Tubi.

[lemonadecandy103]

Psycho Pass Providence — The Re-introduction of Kougami Shinya

Still working on a general review on Psycho Pass: Providence and also a Shinkane/KouAka post. But I had so many thoughts on Kougami after watching the movie twice that I had to document them while they were still fresh. This is a follow-up to a post I made about Kougami prior to watching PPP: some of my impressions did change while others stayed the same. It’s a lot so keep reading if you’re interested in what I thought about Kougami’s character in Providence. WARNING: Spoilers!!!

I’ll begin with the scene in Dejima where Kougami and Saiga are drinking together. There’s one particular line that I felt could’ve been made smoother: Saiga says “the girl is neither a saint nor a bodhisattva, screw around too much and you’ll end up getting enforced. Apologize while you still have the chance Kougami. Take it from an old timer like me.” and he raises his glass with a smile. I watched both the subbed and the dubbed version and the line is very similar across both. I can’t help but think that line could’ve been improved slightly. Maybe it flows more naturally in Japanese so I can’t speak on that matter. But if I had the liberty of tweaking it even just a little, it would go as follows: “the girl in neither a saint nor a bodhisattva, screw around too much and you’ll end up losing her forever.”

And I don’t mean to necessarily press for him losing her as a love interest, but even just a trusted friend or at least a colleague who always had his best interest in mind.

Ultimately, not exploring the more emotional (and by extension—the romantic) aspects of Kougami’s character was a missed opportunity for Providence in my opinion. He’s the second main character in this installment and we got very little inward reflection from him this time around. The last 15 or so minutes of the film is what really impressed me with respect to his character. Seeing him exit the isolation facility, looking back, and then looking ahead, declaring “I swear, I’ll come back for you,”  with such ardor reminded me that he’s still a hero in this story, however unconventional he may be.

It was clear that Akane and Kougami’s relationship had to change in this installment. After 6 long years, they are both different people now and cannot go back to the same relationship dynamics as in Season 1. More on that in a different post. Consequently, the portrayal of these individual characters had to evolve in order to match this change. Initially, when I watched the promotional clips, I was put off by his bluntness—especially towards Akane. But there were instances where we saw the caring Kougami seep through. He smiles once in the film. And this is when Saiga tells him: “I don’t work with the PSB, I work with Akane Tsunemori.”  I don’t know if he smiles because he still finds it funny that Saiga is cooperating with the government or if he smiles at the mention of Akane’s name or even some matter of pride at how much Akane is respected by Professor Saiga. Either way, it was nice to see this moment.

The other less noticeable moments from Kougami were two times when he showed what I can interpret as a combination of grief and frustration. From my observations, his eyes were animated to have this glistening/“quivering” motion, similar to this gif, minus the actual tears — there were no tears in Kougami’s case:

It’s very subtle but please let me know if anyone else also noticed this. The first time his eyes did this was when after Saiga died and he called Shion to consult Saiga’s psychological profile of Tonami along wirh Akira’s poem. Shion mentions how horrible it was — what happened to the professor. Kougami pauses and adds “Yeah”  but the tone is almost as if he had to force it out of himself. I couldn’t help but feel like he was holding it together for the investigation, but deep down was grieving the loss of his dear professor. After all, he told Akane to keep it bottled up until the end of the case. The second time I saw this effect of his eyes was while he was reading Akane’s letter in his isolation cell. He gets to the part where she writes about being glad to have seen him again and that he helped her find the answer. He calls her a bakayaro, and his hands grab the letter so fiercely that it kind-of crumples while he throws his whole body into a defeated hunch — since he’s stuck in his cell and can’t even do anything to stop her.

I had read some early accounts by Japanese viewers that he was crying while reading her letter: this effect in the eyes may have been what was mistaken as crying.

Although it was nice to see Kougami go through these moments in PPP, I can’t help but feel like there could have been more. However, Providence is a very dense film and I’ll give it the benefit of the doubt that with all the action sequences, Akane’s iconic scenes, and the supporting cast all getting their own memorable segments, Kougami’s development just wasn’t a priority. If Shiotani, Fukami, and Ubukata intend to make an SAD spin-off as they’ve expressed in interviews, I would hope that they explore possible romantic or other intimate human feelings on Kougami’s part — similar to how he learned to be a father figure to Tenzing. In fact, I would argue that after Providence, it’s likely that they’ve backed themselves into a corner with regards to Kougami’s interpersonal relationships. The tension between Kougami and Akane was essentially the secondary conflict of the film and it ended with some resolution midway but also a shift in Kougami’s disposition once he read Akane’s letter, realizing the impact he had on her life. If there’s further content on Kougami as a person, we almost certainly need to at least confront his relationship with Akane and even Ginoza (was somewhat addressed on the boat scene and we see them on good terms in Season 3/PPFI). The other route is just watching a 007-Misson Impossible Kougami getting into knife fights and performing crazy stunts, but I think the PP fandom in general agrees that this option would be dull and a waste of a character who had such an artful inception. Now I know that PP wants to go for a more shōnen look and are cautious of depicting romance between the main characters. It was pretty obvious with Arata being introduced as the new main character and the fact that Yuki Kaji was brought on board to voice him (he’s done fantastic work on many popular shōnen characters including Eren Jaeger). But, showing how love could affect Kougami and how him giving love could present new angles of his character would undoubtedly be exciting to see. We know he wants to protect people. We know that he’s decided to work outside of the law in order to do that. He’s made peace with his revenge and he’s learned that he wants to protect people without any reserve or obligation. Saiga warned him about potentially becoming a killing machine like Tonami if he keeps letting people use him as a hunting dog, and he agreed that he doesn’t want that. I expect that he could follow the same thought process as Ginoza did in SS Case 1 where he ultimately just wants to help people with his detective work, without much care for who’s judged to be good or evil. On this note, it would be beneficial for Kougami to understand his heart a bit more. Maybe visit his mother too? Maybe actually value his own life instead of running into a fight like he has nothing to lose? He’d already prepared Akane for his death way back between S1 and S2. Would he fight differently if Akane were expecting him to come back home alive?

Hope you enjoyed reading my thoughts on Kougami’s character. Still love our chaotic spikey-haired gun-slinging emo cowboy. And I’m looking forward to what the creators might do with his character next.

[coochellati]

Heeeey! I see a lot of discussion regarding Bruno’s English VA, so let’s continue it ❣️ What do you think of the original Japanese one? How do you compare the two, which one you like more, stuff like that :))

Thank you, Bruno community leader 🥰

Hi!!!! <3

First of all—thank you so much 😭💕 I’m genuinely elated to be given such an honorable title. 💕💕

I honestly do love both voices.

The sub and the dub versions of Bruno are like two different flavors of the same person—to me, they’re both equally Bruno if that makes any sense.

Despite how much I discuss Ray Chase’s Bruno voice, I rarely watch the dub. A lot of the other English voices feel kind of awkward to me. Also—I cannot STAND hearing fucking “ZIPPER MAN.” (HA! Stand… I didn’t even mean to make that pun.)

Nothing takes me out of the moment more than hearing such a goofy, localized name shouted in place of the iconic “STIIIIICKYYY FIIINGAS!!!” And of course, I know this wasn’t Ray Chase’s decision.

The only reason I put so much emphasis on Bruno’s English voice is because—well, to put it simply: I’m a simp, and his dub Bruno’s voice is incredibly hot.

Look—I’m not saying that Yuichi Nakamura’s Bruno voice ISN’T hot… It is! But there’s just something about Ray Chase’s delicious low register that turns me into a fucking mess. It’s rich and commanding, encapsulating Bruno’s sexy essence all too well. Whenever I read/write fics, I always hear Bruno speaking in his English voice.

On the flip side, Yuichi Nakamura’s voice is a timeless classic. Yes, I did say that they’re both equally Bruno, but Yuichi Nakamura’s voice will always be the classic Bruno. Yuichi Nakamura accurately captures the person—the leader, the purveyor of justice—that Bruno is.

Actually—the title of “classic” might technically go to Noriaki Sugiyama (Bruno from the OG All-Star Battle, EOH, and the Ultra Jump Commercials) or Takahiro Sakurai. (Bruno from the 2002 Vento Aureo Ps2 game.

I really like Noriaki Sugiyama’s voice, too. He adds a more calculated, aggressive edge that’s really fitting.

So yeah, those are my thoughts! Thanks for this question; it was super fun to answer!

thank you for the ask!!! <3

[zippy-reacts]

Sonic X Liveblog: Season 1 Episode 1 (Part 2)

Had to split this episode up into two parts, part one can be found here!

And our post-ad break eyecatch is this guy! Spoilers for the same darn episode huh? Anyway according to google translate it says his favourite thing is speed and his “common name” (is that a clunky translation of nickname?) changes depending on his mood

Fun fact the word this guy used was harinezumi, the japanese word for hedgehog, but it’s also a compound word made from hari meaning needle and nezumi meaning rat or mouse. This is actually where the misconception that Sonic’s original concept name being Mr Needlemouse came from!

They question the look and not the fact that he’s blue, and wears gloves and sneakers. Actually, I’m kinda surprised they recognised Sonic being a hedgehog at all. He’s kinda an abstract representation of one

At this moment they’re working under the assumption that Sonic is just a bigger than usual wild hedgehog and this guy is ready to beat him with a truncheon for what, moving out of the way? ACAB.

Except for this guy. He’s cool. For now.

As someone who watched wayyyyyy too many Sonic AMVs on Youtube as a kid, some of these shots are really like being smacked in the face with nostalgia

Some pretty nice background environments in this show

I remember as a kid thinking this whole sequence of Sonic running from the police being really cool- everyone’s amazement that anything could be that fast really puts into human terms how incredible Sonic’s abilities are. So often they’re taken for granted.

Dude, his Japanese voice makes him sound almost villainous. I suppose he is the minor antagonist for the episode in a way?

People’s taxmoney going towards giving the police their own F1 squad, which considering it only got called out when Sonic was surpassing the speed of the police helicopter, probably only gets used like once or twice a year tops. Either that or this city has a serious joyrider problem.

Who gave the right for this silly little video game tie-in shonen series to have much pretty and wistful shots?

Wow, Junichi is great at nailing both the serious introspective Sonic and the ‘just a silly little guy’ Sonic!

I WAS RIGHT WHEN I SAID THESE GUYS GET USED LIKE ONCE A YEAR. Who is funding them?????????

And it’s such a fringe case too! I wouldn’t be surprised if that was the only arrest this team has ever made. The only way I can think of this *not* being a complete drain on public services is if the police contract/hire this team as and when is needed rather than continuous upkeep. But then it’s like, why was he in the police control room?

Iconic

??? Random inclusion of the theme song in the actual show. Ok

Sonic living up to his name and breaking the sound barrier! Coolest shit ever when I was a kid and still the coolest shit ever nowadays.

Surprise physics lesson kiddos! Delivered in English surprisingly

ITS SO PRETTY

And we go from one of Sonic’s coolest moments to one that’s probably not his most proudest

Enter Chris. Probably the most controversial element of this show. It’s been quite a number of years since I last watched this show from start to finish, so I’m willing to give him another chance with fresh eyes. I’m interested in seeing if there’s any noticeable difference between the sub and dub version of him.

Considering though that at this point he has no idea who or what Sonic is, it does communicate a kind hearted nature that he’s willing to jump into a pool in the middle of the night with his pyjamas on to save a drowning creature.

Hmm… his voice sounds...softer I guess than in English? It’s something I noticed a tiny bit with Tails too so perhaps it’s just a cultural difference in how voice actresses voice boys. Like English speaking actors add a little rasp for a masculine effect but I don’t think you hear it quite as often with Japanese actors?

Well, thinking of Goku and Luffy’s Japanese voices maybe you do hear the rasp sometimes but they’re older teens rather than younger boys so idk.

Huh, I figured the series generally does this from the katakana used whenever Sonic’s full name is written in Japanese, but it is interesting to note that he is using the English word hedgehog here rather than harinezumi

The ED is nice but nothing to write home about. I do know X uses a different ED later down the line and I can’t wait for that because it might just one of my favourite songs in the Sonic franchise

Sonic is looking quite sheepish because the sign is saying don’t watch TV in a dark room, which is very much he was doing lol. Although I’ve never heard that saying before- is it to prevent eye strain? Do cinemas not count in this regard?

The episode also ends on a “next time!” segment but this isn’t subtitled so I think I’ll just be skipping these going ahead.

But wow! A lot happening and a lot to talk about, although I do suspect it’ll be like this a for a while since I’m just starting the liveblog. Gotta comment every time a character shows up or speaks for the first time!

I think this will be a fun experience. Meet you guys again for the next episode!

[aliothbuzzsawshark]

Alright it’s tomorrow I watched the first 2 go rush dub episodes and here’s what my thoughts are - from a huge sevens fan who only has seen a few clips, tumblr posts, and the cat episode before watching

I also watched this with my sister, who greatly dislikes Yu-Gi-Oh! Bridge content. It was a joy having to also explain to her Yes You Can Draw Multiple Cards And All Of This Is Legal Play. A joy to watch from that alone

Episode 1 and I actually really like Yudias? I thought I’d get annoyed since he’s an alien and not an ohdo but he’s been the best part of this show so far. I love how dramatic both he and the voice actor are when doing literally anything ever. He’s insane in the way which reminds me of the drama in Yu-Gi-Ohs past. Also he’s just funny. I laughed at him a lot more than I expected, especially with him and the Velgears. Solid 8/10 character, would belong in any other Yugioh perfectly and his dub voice actor actually kills it at being Yudias (10/10 on va-ing)

Now I was weary of Yuhi. Before knowing anything about Go Rush I told myself I’d be a Yuhi stan. But no he’s kinda annoying? Like idk if it’s a translation thing but he just so fucking annoying whenever he talks. I think the dubbing plays a part of that too though; I’ve played stuff with his va (ntwewy) and though he sounded way to monotone but this feels like he’s exaggerating every sentence in the worst way possible. I like his design and his weird alien hair but unfortunately that’s about it? Like 4/10 probably better in sub I hate hearing him

Yuamu is almost good. I almost like her. Her dub voice feels way too high pitch but that’s not even my main problem and I don’t know what is. I liked her before watching (especially her hair, love the gradient and bangs) but she just feels…boring? Like she’s just here to explain how to play and has one part in the second episode which I find annoying but I’ll get to that later. Overall 6/10 nothing too wrong with her and her voice only annoys me a little (her voice actress would do a great Yuna though tbh)

I don’t really have any notes about the plot. I think it’s funny how the Ohdos say there’s a the smartest people alive for the sake of their livelihood, I like the velgears, the bit with Yudias just having booster packs was funny, I really like Yudias. Nothing wrong with it. Overall like 7/10 episode. Sevens had a better starting episode but I didn’t expect anything else

(also theme “song” was just as boring as sevens BUT THEY SAY THE NAME OF THE SHOW! Actually blew my mind the first time I have low standards)

Episode 2 is actually pretty fun. I like Yudias reminiscing about the war through a card, I like the secrecy (wait it’s called the MIK originally? Honestly I can’t be mad at the change two 3 letter organization is a bit confusing), and Manabu and Nyandestar are a pretty fun duo!

Manabu is a silly guy. I already liked him out of pity before but he’s just cool. I like his design and voice and him as a character overall. I thought him just saying no to dueling at first was really funny (paused the episode around that point and pointed out to my sister how the question “what if I just say no to duel” finally got answered) and I think it’s a really cute detail how his disguise it just Gakuto. 7/10 character would be higher but MADDOX SOGETSU? Bad name me and my sister just started calling him Matthew because that’s a better name. (Alternate better names include Mason, Morgan, Matt, Mark, any M name)

Nyandestar is fun! Meowdestar is a fine change to her name, it makes sense but I will never fucking call her that. She’s just fun, that’s about it! Her and Manabu are like team rocket but she’s both James and meowth. No complaints 9/10 I like cats.

Idk what isn’t a translation change, but the conversation with a disguised Manabu and Yuamu made me feel…mad? Annoyed? Idk but saying a man is faking a pet snake because snake aren’t slimy and are actually reptiles is such a nickpicking thing I would hate to be in her presence. ALSO THE OHDO’S INHERITED UTS??? NEPO BABIES. Another point against the Ohdo twins.

However, Yudias is a bright light in this dub, his va is doing amazing still and I love his vocal delivery in Yudias’s flashback of leaving his home planet. And from the 10 seconds I saw I like Zwijou enough (I’m not checking the spelling) and his voice actor. Really giving the dead wife trope and I’m curious on how I’ll inevitably hate him later.

Fine episode, 6/10. I’ll probably continue watching just out of principle but probably wouldn’t if I didn’t care for Sevens. Better than I expected tbh would recommend to yugioh watchers as long as they’re used to Yugioh dubs.

also peak logo, might be my favorite and that’s high praise lol anyways goodnight woohoo

[inkblackorchid]

I know the 4kids dub is terrible, but what do you think of each main cast English voices in general do you think they fit for who they are?

Just for you, I went back and got a quick refresher on the English voices, because it has actually been so long since I saw any significant portion of the dub that I genuinely forgot how some of them sounded. For reasons of the dub episode listing being a mess due to cut episodes, meaning that I have no idea where to reliably hear which character talk and thus had to pick a couple episodes at random, I'll just go over the signers if that's okay.

So, first off, Yusei. Honestly, purely from a voice acting standpoint, I think Greg Abbey is perfectly fine. The fact that his dub Yusei voice is one of the voices that stuck with me is a testament to that fact, I think. I'm not too hot on how they changed Yusei's personality in the dub, but that's on the writing, not on Greg's performance. And for what it's worth, I think he does a decent, more sarcastic Yusei. That said, in emotional scenes, I do think he lacks some of the oomph that I adore Yuya Miyashita for in the sub. That guy has a pair of lungs on him, whew. But Greg gets a solid 8/10 from me.

Then, we have Jack. Jack, to me, has arguably the best dub voice. Not only does the over-the-top accent Ted Lewis does make him sound suitably arrogant and haughty, there's also a really cool headcanon I've seen floating around again recently that I think goes perfectly with it—namely, that Jack has a Cockney accent (commonly regarded as a lower-class British accent) which he picked up because he wanted to sound posh, whilst not realising that what he's speaking still outs him as a former lower-class citizen. (If somebody could point me to the op of that headcanon again I'd be grateful, tumblr search is being as useless as ever.) The only criticism I could offer is that I do think Takanori Hoshino's even deeper voice in the sub fits Jack just a smidgen better than Ted's. But for these two, honestly both work for me. 10/10 for the posh accent, cheers.

Next up, Aki. I don't necessarily think Erica Schroeder does a terrible Aki voice, but tbh, between her and Ayumi Kinoshita, I prefer the latter by far. It's mostly because of the vocal range, though, which in fact recently came up with a tumblr mutual of mine. Ayumi simply manages to reach deeper registers, which works especially well towards the first half of the show, when Aki's still occasionally making threats as the Black Rose Witch. Erica's performance by comparison isn't terrible, but it's on the whole a little more higher-pitched and soft, almost, whereas I feel like Ayumi gives Aki more depth with her performance, because especially during the Fortune Cup and Dark Signers arc, Aki isn't just the girly female lead, so it fits that she wouldn't sound like it, either. Also, I feel like it was a bit of a missed opportunity that they didn't give her a slightly more posh accent in the dub, too, given that she comes from a very well-off family. So 4/10 for Erica.

As for Crow. With him, I have the opposite problem. The performances Clay Adams and Tom Wayland give are fine character-wise, but their voices honestly sound a little too deep to fit the character well for me. Shintaro Asanuma, by comparison, sometimes breaks out into these higher-pitched squawks in moments of outrage, which I think fit Crow perfectly. It also contrasts his voice better with those of Yusei and Jack. That said, I find it funny how all three of them seemed to share the idea that Crow would have a slightly scratchy voice, as befits his namesake. Also somewhere around 4, maybe 5/10.

Then we've got Ruka/Luna. She's probably the one I have the weakest opinion about. Cassandra Morris and Eileen Stevens both do a decent job with her, though I have to admit I have a bit of a weakness for the specific softness Yuka Terasaki gives her in the sub. But both (or rather, all three) work decently here, I think. 7/10, not bad, not stand-out.

And finally, Rua/Leo. I'll admit, I don't like the performances Morris and Stevens give here (again) nearly as much as Ai Horanai's Rua. I think it's because Horanai's Rua sounds like a much more believable, excited young boy to me. She captures his exuberance and occasional embarrassment in a way that feels less performative than the two English VAs do to me. That said, Leo's personality still tracks perfectly, so 6/10 for the English VAs.

(Let me tell you one thing, though: It was weird hearing the dub voices again after I've stuck to sub watching for so long now. Both in a good way (they're so funny) and a bad way (Crow, are you hoarse?).)

[gojonanami]

Hi! Do u have any writing tips? bc I’m literally so in love w the way u wrote! From dialogue to scene setting to thinking of cool concepts I’m just in awe!!! 😘

omg that’s so sweet thank you bb — ok I don’t know I have any tips exsctly but I’ll do my best!

dialogue

for writing pre established characters (like from a show or manga or whatever), I try to capture their voice based on their lines in the manga / anime — I try to get the cadence and manner in which they speak.

for example, satoru is a lot more flippant and tends to get irritated and exclaim, while suguru is more calm and cool, but with an undercurrent of that same cocky attitude satoru has.

try to look at lines and quotes from the character and practice writing lines that you think they would say.

For me I try to hear it in their voice — I watch both the dub and sub for jjk, so sometimes I imagine gojo’s English va saying something I wrote and if I think I can hear gojo saying it — I know I did a good job! 

For all characters to get believable dialogue, just think about whether this is a believable thing someone would say (obv depends on what you’re writing) but sometimes you have to consider whether this is a sentence an actual person could string together or not.

scene setting

this was something I struggled with as a writer and I think the only way I got better was by reading personally. reading and rereading descriptions other writers have strung together and trying to take inspiration from that (obv no plagiarism) but like figuring out how and why they included certain details

scene setting is about grounding the reader — otherwise the reader doesn’t know what the characters are doing or are or how it makes them feel. They are just floating aimlessly.

a good exercise is think about how you feel when you enter a space — what you notice, what you tend to see, how it makes you feel, what you think about — writing is all a reflection of reality (to some extent).

a setting is also not about what you just see but how it makes you feel — a living room could make you feel cozy, while a sterile hospital room could make you feel anxious (depending on the character).

concepts

for me, concepts for fanfiction usually just come from consuming other media — like my yakuza fiance fic inspired by a manga by the same name or my emo choso fic was just based on me seeing a TikTok with the song hey emo boy! edited with choso clips.

other things that can help are friends — hannah is the one who spawned the whole professor geto + gojo thing and then you guys also helped roll the ball along as well with all your asks and ideas!

prompts + common tropes can help inspire concepts as well!

general writing tips

just write the thing! sometimes I have to write a skeleton of a fic to get an idea out — sometimes I have to rewrite the same thing a million times to get it right but doing it will always make you a better writer than if you didn’t. i have rewritten the novel I’m working on three times and I’ve scrapped like 350 pages rewriting. sometimes you have to just write

do some planning, don’t try to plan everything - for me I’m not a planner but even I have started creating bullet points of scene ideas to get a flow of how the fic will go. but don’t plan everything because you can get too caught up in the weeds and then miss out on the actual writing, plus things change while you write as well.

[epickiya722]

katsuki

My first impression: "Why are you like this?! CALM DOWN!!"

My impression now: That's my boom boom gremlin.

Favorite thing about that character: I'm glad he actually didn't mellow out too much once that character development hit him. I like that he is still loud and aggressive. I just hate how some people act as if he should do a 360° and suddenly be all sunshine and rainbows. No, then it wouldn't be Katsuki Bakugou.

Least favorite thing: I started MHA with season 2 - 3, so I didn't see season 1. When I did, yeah, didn't care too much for middle school Katsuki.

Favorite line/scene: Oooh... he has a lot of scenes and lines, but I gotta go with that scene during the Training Camp Arc when the others are discussing a plan, Katsuki was just all confused with this dumb look on his face. You know what scene I'm talking about. It's been meme-d so much!

Favorite interaction that character has with another: Overall, I like his his relationship with the class is changing, especially with Izuku, but any time he interacts with Kirishima, Kaminari and throw in Sero, it is too funny. I love how they can pick at him and he still falls for their antics. One scene I laugh at is when his hair was stuck and Kirishima and Sero were laughing their asses off at him.

A character that I wish that character would interact with more: Hear me out... Koda. I would love to see them interact more. Katsuki is loud, but he's also real quiet sometimes. Koda is also not much for talking. So all I can imagine is those two sitting on the floor with Yuwai between them and they're both quiet while petting Yuwai.

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character: Ever want to see Prototype!Katsuki animated? Watch Shikimori's Not Just a Cutie and watch Shuu Inuzuka. He is a dead ringer for Katsuki. They even share the same voice actors in sub and dub!

A headcanon about that character: Nobu can sing, but I headcanon that the only musical talent that Katsuki has is that he can play the drums. Nope, he cannot sing and he cannot dance. He ain't good at everything now. Not to me!

A song that reminds of that character: It is a damn shame that folks was so quick to say Dynamite by BTS is such a Katsuki meme song when Dynamite by Taio Cruz was right there!! There's also BAKUGO! by KVMIL!!

An unpopular opinion about that character: Great Explosion Murder God: Dynamight is a more fitting name than Ground Zero. Look, Katsuki is too extra. Of course, he would gave a hero that is that long with a title in it. It also reflects just how much of a dork he is. He is an All Might fanboy, hello!! Why wouldn't he have a name that references his favorite hero?!

Favorite picture: Katsuki has a lot of pictures and scenes I like, but I love the scenes where he is ridiculous.

Example! When Sato imagined this!! 😆

Send Me a Character...✨️

[spinningbuster98]

Sonic Adventure (Dreamcast) Tails Part 1: Implicit storytelling

Ok look I’m not about to go into any Dub vs Sub debates here, but....don’t listen to Tails’ intro cutscene in japanese

Just....just trust me on this one

Speaking of the introd cutscene however, SA1′s cutscenes may be infamously stilted and badly animated/shot, but every so often they hit some strokes of genius. That cutscene where Sonic saves Tails is one of these occurrances

See, I think it’s easy to forget that SA1 also kind of served as a reintroduction to the series to old fans, as well as an entry point for new ones. Sure, Sonic games had never stopped coming....but 1994-1998 was kind of a weird period, after Sonic 3 there hadn’t been any big, mainline games until this one, so an envigorating reintroduction to these characters is in order

Sonic gets his little iconic line, but honestly I’d say he’s the one least in need of reintroductions given his insane popularity, especially in the 90s

Tails however had always played second fiddle, and in more ways than one this plays into his story here

Look at how the cutscene is shot. Tails is dazed from the crash, then he spots a helping hand: it’s Sonic. Unlike Tails, Sonic stands tall and confident, he’s the one who offers him a hand to stand up and smiles (well the closest thing that the SA1 models can call a smile at least) at him as encouragement. Sonic is mostly framed through Tails’ POV shot

The Sun almost peeks from behind him, while Tails just stands there admiring him without taking his hand

Without even a single spoken word, a huge part of their dynamic is implicitly communicated through Tails’ internal perspective of Sonic

Even if you’re a new player who knows next to nothing about these two, by paying attention to this one cutscene you can discern various details about their relationship

Tails is the younger eager inventor who means well but fumbles because he’s still young. Sonic is older, more confident and capable. He’s friendly and always has Tails’ back, always there to help him get back up from a fall. Tails looks up at him, both figuratively and very literally in this scene, as an almost mythical figure

He aspires to be like Sonic, though he’s clearly not

Speaking of cutscenes, one of the biggest issues of SA1′s story isn’t really its narrative but its general presentation and format, especially with how the “per character” format tends to repeat various cutscenes whenever a character’s story intertwines with another’s....which in Tails’ case means that you’l be rewatching half of Sonic’s story. However the english dub (I think it’s only in the dub anyway) they change up some lines between the characters, which is nice, though the problem still persists

Speaking of the dub however, I’d be remiss not to mention how the game tries its best to unify the Robotnik/Eggman conundrum by going “Nah you see Robotnik is his real name, while Eggman is a name that Sonic comes up with!”

It’s so cute!

And also nonsensical

Because if they want me to believe that Sonic has just come up with “Eggman” then...why did he call his giant space fortress the “Death Egg” in the past games? Why is there an “Eggman” insignia in Wing Fortress? If he hates the name so much in this very game, why is the name of every one of his mechs and aircraft egg-themed? Since Tails was the only other person present to hear the insult, how come Knuckles and Amy call him Eggman too?

It’s ok guys, you tried

Anyway gameplay wise this is, technically, the best Tails has ever been across the whole franchise

He’s got everything that made him unique in the classics, but genuinely perfected: not only does he fly faster, he can actually control his altitude by descending at will! It sounds like nothing special but even to this day, Tails’ gameplay in the 2D games still only allows him to slowly ascend and slowly descend without much control over the speed, so SA1 Tails stands out very positively in that regard. Plus, this being a 3D game, there is inherently much more that a flying character can do when compared to a 2D environment

Of course that would require the level design to be rather solid, to be built around the character’s skillset in order to best take advantage of it

And that....is where Tails’ campaign, much like Tails himself at the start, crashes down after a promising lift off

We’ll see next time...

[cyberdragoninfinity]

zane, ofc

ONE OF MY MOST ETERNAL FAVS

Why I like them/why I don’t: ZANEEEE oh i could write a thousand essays about how much i love him and why (and i have) but i will keep it brief for now. GX may have dropped the ball with the writing on half its series's cast but they knew what they were doing with zane. His character arc is so agonizing and he's such an interesting and complicated character. He threw so much away chasing after sky high standards and victory just to feel something and then killed himself when he knew he was at death's door and THEN had to face consequences of not actually dying and now having to start the long road to recovery. god. he's just fantastic. not a villain or even really a bad guy at his core but more of a performative bad guy. heel_turn_2.mp3. i love him so much

What I like about their appearance: the hell kaiser look is still just absolutely top notch yugioh outfit design. the black and silver...the ref stripes down the legs, it's such a kickass color palette that really compliments zane's dark teal hair (i also love how he and syrus really do have the same shape of bangs it's really cute)

Do I prefer their dub names or original names? going to be a Zane Truesdale preference-haver until the end of time i fear....it's just such a badass name it suits him so well imo. i do also like calling him ryozane after seeing a twitter oomf do it. the beautiful bridge gap between a dub and sub liker in conversation: just shoving both names together into one word <3

OTP: it has been a hot minute since ive gone insane about them but know zatticus/idolshipping is still an all time fav ygo ship for me. there is so much love there and also they are a fucking mess. ideal zatticus dynamic is a bit this to me i must say. they need a little sprinkling of divorce in there. they came like that

NOTP: idk man i think if you ship him with his little brother you should get a really big rock smashed over your head tbqh

OT3: do also enjoy the zane/atticus/fujiwara Elite Trio.... three guys who are mentally ill and nonbinary in three different directions. i need them to play dnd together so bad

Favourite card they use: tossup between Chimeratech Overdragon (such a cool as hell monster,) good old Cyber End Dragon (probably my favorite ace monster in all of GX and top three for all of yugioh period,) and, of course, Power Bond (*thinks about the truesdale bros and starts crying sobbing wailing etc*)

Favourite moment they were in: gotta be the zane vs possessed!jesse season 3 duel/zane's last stand of course. everything about it. when gx had a lighting and color budget and it shredded like hell. when zane goes out having summoned Cyber End, his ace and oldest friend, instead of using the Cyberdarks anymore, and all the thematic weight to that. the dub exclusive of zane telling syrus he's proud of him immediately before dying. absolute S tier yugioh.

Least favourite moment: HM. LIKE. i dont even hate it i think it's an engaging and fucked up duel but i will say the zane vs syrus s2 duel because it makes people absolutely fuck up comprehending both of these characters like. atrociously badly. see me after class.

im gonna replace the FKM last question with 'something you associate with the character' (song, animal, flowers, etc etc)' instead: hisuian samurott :^) the hell kaiser pokemon ever to me