#THIS!!!! GODDAMN!!!!!!! VIDEOGAME MAN!!!!!!!!!!

[loveydoveylex]

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[ladyimaginarium]

i swear to g-d im& not even the jealous type but jfc i HAAAAAAATE this feeling when im& just lowkey like. who's :)))))) this :))))) bitch 👀👀👀👀🔪🔪🔪🔪 :))))))

[sighdbh]

josh not being able to survive the violent revolution is absolute bullshit that makes me mad to this day, but what even is death in an android world? if you gave him enough blue blood and had spare body parts on hand, would be able to come back?

[delirious-donna]

Kento finds your journal and vows to return it, but not before he accidentally sneaks a peek… or, the time he read that you wanted to climb him like a tree.

Oh fuck - no! No no no. Please don’t have read it. I’ll do all my weekend chores rather than playing videogames and I’ll even unpack that final box that has been sitting in the spare room if you’ll do me this one solid favour.

pairing: Nanami Kento x female reader

tw: embarrassing situations, teacher Kento and teacher reader, thigh riding, use of pet names (darling and sweetheart), dirty talk, Kento being more forward than usual, rewrite of an old story (it’s better now, promise), brief appearance of Satoru

The notebook caught his eye; magenta in colour, clearly well-thumbed and definitely not meant to be here, in the teacher’s lounge. He rolled his neck against the uncomfortably lumpy couch until the cracking noise of stiff joints popping made him wince.

With a resigned grunt, Kento sat forward and glanced at his watch.

His next class was due to begin in ten minutes and if he were honest, he felt rather unmotivated to inspire the next generation on this particular day, a feeling that was becoming painfully regular. Fixing the knot of his tie, which he had loosened upon entering the lounge, he lamented on how every day seemed to bleed into each other.

It had been so stiflingly long since anything new or of interest had occurred and he was starting to feel drained from the mundane, walking through each day like a zombie. Heaven help him, it was a frighteningly familiar feeling.

On his way towards the door, he picked up the offending notebook that was stuck between the couch cushions and glanced at it curiously. Your name was emblazoned on the front cover, written in glittery silver ink. Nanami passed a finger over the lettering, his lips tilting into a thin smile at how irreverent it appeared.

He knew you were a few years younger than he was, that you had only become a teacher at the start of this academic year after a sudden change in career, and to say you were a little shy would be a gross understatement. Kento could probably count the times you had spoken to him on one hand, and each one had been a rushed experience, as if you couldn’t wait to retreat from his presence–was he really that intimidating?

At that rather depressing thought, he resumed walking, intent on delivering your notebook before arriving at his own classroom to greet his darling little bastards charges for the afternoon lecture.

Of course, things would never be that simple, nor straightforward when you worked alongside Satoru Gojo.

The white-haired whirlwind hurtled into him as soon as he ventured into the hall. A barking laugh bounced off the walls as Gojo clapped him heartily on the back and effectively knocked the notebook from his grasp to flutter to the floor.

“Ah, Nanami-san, just the man I was looking for,” he thundered. “Could you do your bestest friend in the whole world a favour?”

“If you are referring to yourself with that sentiment, Gojo, then the answer is of course, no.”

Satoru pouted, Kento grimaced.

Celestial blue eyes peered over the rim of his round sunglasses whilst Kento bent to retrieve the book that had tumbled out of his hands and was now spread open at his feet. His eyes narrowed on the hastily scrawled text that he couldn’t quite make out, but… that was his name that he was staring at.

He was aware that Satoru was still talking, the man would continue to ramble away to himself forever, but Kento held his hand aloft to cease the incessant drone.

A strange, but not unpleasant heat coursed through his veins, and something he hadn’t felt in the longest time stirred in his chest. The wild thump of his heart drowned out his pesky colleague’s yammering as he was finally able to read the line of text that referred to him. A sentence that you had hastily scrawled and then ringed again and again with a fluffy cloud border.

Why does Nanami-san have to be so goddamn big and sexy? What I wouldn’t give to climb him like a tree…

He was sure that he could feel the warmth spread up his neck, his collar suddenly too tight, and his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed the runny saliva pooling inside his mouth.

It would be a lie to say he hadn’t admired you, although always from afar. He knew he wasn’t the most social of men, a sentiment his annoying friend constantly reminded him of. Added to the fact that Kento had been sure you were terrified of him, and he had no intention of making you feel uncomfortable, he kept his distance and his daydreaming to himself and the privacy of his bedroom and shower.

Only now, did he wonder if that discomfort had been something else entirely…

“Will you do it?” Satoru asked, shaking his arms with his long spindly fingers and offering a wide cocky smile.

“I wasn’t listening, and no. I’m going to be busy,” he replied, brushing his fellow teacher’s hand from his forearms and pushing past him to his classroom.

He could care less for the deflated look that the snowy-haired menace threw over his shoulder, there were more important matters on his mind and a knowing smirk curved his lips. The smirk was mirrored by the very man he gave his back to, and that was just fine in his book.

No longer did he detour to return the notebook. Oh no--he’d deliver it back to you safe and sound once the day was over and everyone else had cleared out.

~

It had been a long day. A tiring one too, and the prospect of spending your precious evening hours behind your desk marking exams and writing assignment commentary was unwelcome.

As if the universe could hear your lament, they sent you a curve ball you could never see coming…

A determined knock shook you from your thoughts. The pen in your hand fell to the desk at the same moment you leaned back in your chair, inviting your unexpected visitor to enter.

Your mouth ran dry as the very man you least expected to be calling in on you, walked inside. Least expected but most wanted, secretly, of course. There was no way you were earning yourself a reputation for flirting with your colleagues, even if he was so painfully handsome it made you chew the insides of your cheeks every time you were in his presence. Not because you were shy, because you were a little, but because you didn’t trust what might come out of your mouth! Best to keep those thoughts inside your head where they were safe.

Kento turned to shut the door, the lock flicking silently into place so as to avoid any embarrassing interruptions, before he bowed his head in greeting.

“Nanami-san, what can I do for you?” you asked, impressed that you had managed to speak without tripping over your words. It was certainly an improvement on previous attempts.

It was near impossible not to admire him as he stood near the back of the class. The collar of his azure dress shirt had been loosened, the tie askew as if he had been pulling at them both with insistent fingers. Fingers that were currently drumming against the taut muscles of his forearms. There was something about a man with his sleeves rolled to the elbows that never failed to send you into a feral kind of heat, and right now was no different.

Why did he have to look so downright tantalising? Why did your thighs have to clench together like you were some horny beast in an actual heat?

The aloof expression, the way that he seemed to caress you with his hazel eyes and the simple pleasure of how big he was. At the end of the day, you were no better than an animal, and you animal brain was saying that big was good. Big would rock your world given the chance.

“I found something that belongs to you and thought I should return it,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Oh? That’s kind of you, what is it?”

You wondered what he could have found, mentally scanning your memory of something you might have misplaced or been looking for. Standing, you took two steps forward but froze in place at the sight of your personal notebook held in his large hand. Surely your heart had seized in your chest, it certainly felt like it had.

Oh fuck - no! No no no. Please don’t have read it. I’ll do all my weekend chores rather than playing videogames and I’ll even unpack that final box that has been sitting in the spare room if you’ll do me this one solid favour.

Your eyes widened, looking from the notebook to his face and back again. For a second you thought your silent pleas had been answered, but when had life ever been so benevolent to you before? Kento winked almost imperceptibly, and you wished that a sink hole would form beneath your feet to save you from this mortification.

Heat rose to your cheeks in rushing waves. You swayed unsteadily on the spot with your hand outstretched for the book, desperate for some distance but needing the offending item back in your possession.

Kento chuckled and the deep baritone rumble felt as if the sound resonated within your own body. It stroked at you with exploratory phantom touches although he hadn’t moved. Your every muscle tightened whilst you waited for him to hand over the notebook that held some of your wildest fantasies.

When he held it over his head instead of depositing it into your awaiting sweaty paws, you swore it felt like the air was sucked from the room. It seemed like he had read a very specific piece of information, and you would die of embarrassment.

“I suggest…” he drawled almost lazily. “That if you want it back, you best climb me for it.”

“You—you weren’t meant to read that,” you whispered, staring into the depths of the floor.

A pair of sturdy but unassuming boots came into view. You frowned, surprised.

Two fingers fit beneath your chin and raised your head up to meet his gaze. There was a prominent frown between his eyes that hadn’t been there seconds prior, and you couldn’t help but admire his sharply angular face even if you were doing your best to look anywhere but into his eyes.

“I apologise… perhaps that was a bit too forward. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, but you see... I’ve thought about you a lot and not just because I found your notebook? Journal? Doesn’t matter.” Kento exhaled through his nose, jaw tightening. “You think I’m big? I don’t see it myself, but then I was never my best critic.”

You nodded in affirmation, where was the point in denying it now? His eyes softened, crinkles forming in the outer corners whilst his thumb lightly grazed your jaw. Roasted coffee grounds and notes of sandalwood invaded your nose as his head bent lower, towards your ear.

“Then I will repeat myself only once, sweetheart, climb me if you want it back.”

And so, you did.

You climbed him like a feral little animal.

You reached the offending notebook and hurled it to the floor without a second thought. His laughter was warm and the most boisterous you had heard from him. It made you follow through with your impulse to hook your arms around his strong neck, fingers curling into the rough undercut at his nape. Your legs were quick to follow, circling his waist until your entire front rocked into the wall of muscles that was his body.

“Tell me, what else have you put in that saucy little journal about me, hm?”

“You didn’t read it all?” you asked, almost shocked at his level of restraint if it were true.

Kento shook his head, and you believed him. He wasn’t one for lying. “I wanted to hear them from your mouth.”

“Oh… that’s… mm. Anyone ever told you that you’re as perfect as a fictional man, preferably one created by a woman? Don’t answer that,” you clamoured, pressing your hand across his mouth as it stretched open to reply.

“There’s—uh—this one thing.” You nudged the tip of his nose with yours, moving to speak directly into his ear.

Kento’s breath caught in his throat as you whispered about getting off on his thigh, his hold at your waist, which has stayed appropriate until then, tightened and moved towards your backside—squeezing.

With you still attached to him like a koala, he seated himself on the edge of your desk, lowering you until you were spread over one of his incredibly thick thighs. Your skirt bunched around your middle to accommodate the position as his expansive palms wandered your sides, pawing at your hips and palming your ass with a groan.

In no time at all he was dragging you along the length of his thigh. Your underwear was ruined by this point, your clit throbbed from the friction, the seam of yours and his clothing catching you in deliciously new ways and you still hadn’t kissed him.

You remedied this terrible oversight with enthusiasm, delighting when he startled at your forwardness before he melted, shoulders sagging. It was everything and more. No fantasy could live up to the reality. Kento kissed softly, thoroughly. Whilst he continued to lead the rhythm of your body as you rode his thigh, he was more than happy to let you lead here.

His mouth was surprisingly hot for a man who always seemed to remain cool and composed, a deep groan rumbled in his throat when you curled around his tongue and sucked on the warm, wet muscle. The warmly spiced scent and taste of Kento filled your lungs and evaporated any sense of reason you might have had about making out with a fellow teacher in your classroom. It didn’t matter. Only this mattered.

“Feel good?” he asked as you parted for much-needed air. His rough fingers gripped into the fat of your behind, reaching beneath the hem of your skirt to bunch the cotton of your underwear until he was forcing the material between your slick pussy lips.

You nodded enthusiastically, drawing his lower lip into your mouth and sucking on the tender flesh in earnest. Kento was manhandling you in a way that would make any staunch feminist blanch, but it was exactly what you wanted, exactly what you needed.

“You’re making a mess on me, darling.”

“So, I’m you’re darling, am I?” You quipped back despite sounding out of breath. He was right about the mess, there was an embarrassingly long wet streak on his tailored slacks from being manipulated along his thigh. You were fucking yourself against the strong muscles that flexed beneath you and leaving the evidence for anyone to see.

“I think I’d like that,” he admitted with a hum, planting kisses to your neck and collarbone.

Your orgasm was coming in fast; the combination of the friction against your clenching cunt, the large palms gripping into your ass as if he owned it and his delicious mouth teasing your skin was speeding you towards the finish line in haste. His admittance that he might like some kind of relationship with you was the final nail in your coffin, so to speak.

“Nanami-san!”

Blond hair fell into your vision, urgent lips pressing open-mouthed kisses to your cleavage and the swell of your breasts. His tongue flickered at your flesh, warming you up before sucking possessive purple bruises that would be hard to explain later.

“Kento,” he breathed against your collarbone, “call me Kento, my darling.”

Gods, could he be any more perfect? It was as if he knew exactly what to do and say to set you off like a firecracker!

You shrieked in surprise when Kento lifted you like you weighed nothing—you most definitely did not weigh nothing. He held you tight as he turned your body so your back was flush with his chest, rearranging you over his broad thigh once more but this time you could feel the prod of his prominent erection at the outside of your hip. It was thick and imposing, distracting but only in that you wondered what it would look like, feel like—in your hand and stretching your walls.

“Go on, be a good girl and get yourself off on my thigh,” he cooed, nipping at your earlobe.

Kento grabbed at your breasts, squeezing the doughy mounds between his fingers whilst you rode his thigh to completion, pinching you through lace and chiffon. The orgasm that hit was staggering; it stole the air from your lungs, the equilibrium of your body and the sight from your eyes.

White lights pulsed behind your eyelids as you gushed like a surging waterfall over his trousers, ruining your underwear and skirt in the process. It would be embarrassing if it wasn't for the primal-sound growl that emanated from his chest. The almost bestial sounding war cry that made you shiver whilst you floated back down from ecstasy.

“Atta girl. There it is. Mhm, so good for me. So receptive. Can I take you home?” Kento asked, his voice thick and strained with unspoken emotion. “Cause I think it’s my turn now, and I can't wait to see how goddamn perfect you’re gonna look taking my cock.”

You smiled, drunk on the bliss. “Sure thing, big boy, but let’s not make this our get together story for the grandkids, yeah?”

You were so glad he found your notebook, even if you had no idea that it was Satoru Gojo that you needed to thank in the first place...

[seaofashes]

Me, seeing an absolute unit of a videogame character that could snap my spine in half no problem: He's so babygirl

[my-castles-crumbling]

Not Jealous

@wolfstarbingo2024 - prompt: enemies to lovers - warnings: mildly explicit (is that a thing?) - rating: explicit (minors DNI) - words: 923 - link

Sirius Black was the most horrible, annoying, disrespectful roommate on the planet. Since Remus had started living with him three months ago at the start of University, Sirius had irked him to no end by leaving his things all over their space, staying up until ungodly hours playing videogames, bringing back more people than he could count to sleep with, and being the most attractive human on the goddamn planet.

Well- the last one might not be annoying per se. But wrapped in with the others, it was the most infuriating of all.

So when Remus stayed up until 2am writing a paper that took most of his brainpower and all of his patience, Sirius stumbling in with a tall tan man with dark hair, giggling together, was the last fucking straw.

"Sirius I don't give a single flying fuck if you want to fuck this guy in his room or on the roof," Remus said lowly, hands balled into fists, "But you will not fuck him in our room."

The man, who looked like he had stuck his finger in a light socket with the way his hair stood on end, immediately laughed. "I'd rather not fuck either of you if I have the choice, man. Regulus would be a bit pissed."

Sirius laughed as well, starting to retort, but Remus was still too mad to enjoy whatever inside jokes they were sharing. "Just get the fuck out, alright?"

And the other boy, who didn't seem to be capable of seriousness or remorse, simply bid Sirius goodnight and left, yelling loudly as he went.

But as soon as he left, Sirius turned, his face falling flat. "What the fuck made you think you can act like that?" he asked, storms in his eyes.

But Remus was done. "Me? What about you? Treating our room like your personal trash can, staying up until all hours, bringing back god knows how many people to fuck you?"

But Sirius only smirked at Remus's last statement. "Wow, Remus. I didn't realize me hooking up with people had that much of an impact on you. Are you jealous?"

Remus felt blood rush in his ears at the question, and he used all of his sense to resist punching Sirius. "No, Sirius," he denied through a clenched jaw. "I'm not-"

But Sirius interrupted him, taking a step closer. "It's too bad if you're not," he said softly, his eyes going strangely wide. "Jealousy looks kind of good on you." And as he said it, he kind of tilted his head to the side, smirking and biting his lip as if challenging Remus to react. To understand what he was saying.

It was like a bomb went off. Like all of the annoyance and fury and tension built up and culminated into an eruption, and suddenly, without even thinking about it, Remus lunged forward, grabbing Sirius and pinning him to the bed behind him, the entirety of their bodies pressed together, his mouth by Sirius's ear, the other man gasping at the quick contact. "I'm not jealous," Remus insisted, hands grabbing at Sirius's hips hard.

"P-prove it," Sirius nearly moaned, eyes wide and pupils blown with sudden lust.

So Remus had no choice but to roughly reach down, cupping the other man through his pants, groaning as he felt the hardness there. "If I was jealous," he murmured, squeezing just a bit as Sirius threw his head back and keened in pleasure, "I would fuck you, right here on the bed."

"Yes," Sirius mumbled, eyes closed and hands on Remus's biceps loosening as he fell apart a bit under Remis's grasp.

"If I was jealous," Remus continued, licking roughly at his palm and then slipping his hand under the band of Sirius's sweatpants, grabbing his length without thinking of being gentle, "I would open your arse up with my tongue, and watch while you screamed my fucking name."

"Remus," Sirius exhaled almost silently, barely keeping himself up on legs that were surely not working properly with the way Remus was working his cock with his hand.

"If I was jealous," Remus repeated, teasing his thumb over Sirius's leaking tip, inhaling as Sirius moaned with the movement, Remus's own cock twitching at the noises the shorter man made, "I would shove my huge cock so far into you, I'd make you come without touching you."

"Please," Sirius begged, his knees giving out, now, his expression completely fucked out as Remus moved his hand over his cock faster and with more purpose, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

"But baby" he cooed into Sirius's ear, reveling in the gasping sounds he was making, "I'm not jealous. So I won't." And then, grinning triumphantly, Remus stopped, removing his hand from his pants and staring down at Sirius, who collapsed on the bed, looking like he had just been told that Christmas was cancelled.

It took all of Remus's self-control to stroll into their adjoining bathroom before he shoved his own pants down to his knees, grabbed his own aching cock, and worked it over roughly, not even mothing to keep his moans quiet. And, less than a minute later, he came, loudly yelling, "F-Sirius!" as he did so.

But not loudly enough to drown out the noise of Sirius yelling his name as he came at nearly the same time on the other side of the door.

And he realized that yes, Sirius was annoying and infuriating and disrespectful. But fuck, him being attractive was definitely not a bad thing.

[m-ayo-o]

games

18+ suggestive // playing games with this little otaku baby wc 1500

Of course, changing your whole life is daunting. Sure, you're scared, moving all the way into the bustling city centre for your new job. But your apprehension is reduced after meeting your new colleagues, including a tall, handsome, nerdy type.

Hirotaka seems shy on the surface, obsessing over his videogames, taking work so casually, coming off quite laid back with his multitude of smoke breaks and zoning out at his desk.

As your friendship develops you realise he's not just the nerdy gamer guy– he's like so many guys you've met before; flirty, pretty cheeky and goddamn horny.

The latter has shown up more recently, as you two keep having little incidents in the office.

You've already noticed him staring at you, undressing you with his eyes, so you think a little teasing won’t go amiss.

You know he's attracted to you, and sure, you’re a flirt. It’s a privilege, really, for you to see such a reserved and impassive man getting so hot and bothered. So you keep teasing him, letting the tension build up as he gets more and more frustrated.

When you lean over Hirotaka's desk a bit too far, pointing out something on his screen he gets visibly flustered but doesn’t back away, though, you notice. Instead he just looks down and bites his lip as you continue explaining.

Eye contact is very fun with Hirotaka– your flirty glances across the office are enough to make him panic, his eyes darting back to his screen.

It's nice when you're a bit closer at lunch, giving him that pleading look when you want him to come out for dinner after work. You can tell exactly what he's thinking when he stares back into those cute puppy eyes. He tries to come off cool and blank, but you know he's loving every second of your attention.

Your outfit choices have gotten a little more daring as well– last week you wore a gorgeous, well fitting skirt, with a cute blouse that just about managed to contain your chest, purposefully undoing an extra button before you ate lunch with him. He didn't stand a chance.

You also love wearing those sexy black pants that hug your ass, with a frilly top. Sounds pretty ordinary, but you just had to wear your pink thong underneath. And let's just say it may have ridden up during the day– you swear you didn't notice!

And, of course, you were so clumsy and dropped your wallet on the way to the vending machine with Hirotaka. You just bent right over and picked it up like it was nothing, exposing yourself to him in the empty corridor.

He saw the way your back arched as you went down, his eyes trailing down your spine, finding... lacy? pink? oh shit, that's her underwear.

Your thong has managed to settle further up your hips, completely in view, the stringy piece of material hugging your skin, looking so tempting to pull on. He desperately wants to yank it and hear it snap against your waist.

You stand up, finding some coins to slot into the vending machine, asking, “What would you like?”

You look up at your colleague to find a hand covering his face, his glasses pushed into his hair, redness evident over his nose and cheeks, his eyebrows all furrowed. Your gaze lowers, taking in his figure in that perfectly fitting suit, meeting a bit of a swell in his pants. There's no mistake: you notice the way his bulge tapers off to the left, seeing the roundness at the tip.

You step closer and reach out for his tie, pulling gently, “Hiro, what would you like to drink?”

He lowers his hand, barely able to look into your eyes. “Coffee,” he finally mutters, looking away and readjusting his glasses. You linger for a moment, studying the way his blush reaches the tip of his nose, then step away and buy some drinks.

You just can’t get enough.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ★

One evening as you're playing games together at his apartment he gets particularly worked up. You're sitting close to him on the sofa, wearing a little pyjama set after showering.

You turn to him in frustration after losing again, “It's not faaair, Hirotakaa!” You whine, huffing as you set down the controller.

“Mm” he turns to you and gives you a flat expression. You carry on about needing to practise more as he listens quietly, getting distracted by the way your lips move, his gaze trailing down your neck, collar bones and chest.

Hirotaka feels his cheeks heating up. He's only had a few beers and he can't take his eyes off you. He puts down his controller and takes another gulp of cold beer to snap out of it, still half listening to you.

“Well, you should practise more by yourself. I can give you some pointers,” he offers. “But Hirooo, I want to play with you some more! You can show me, can't you?” You ask with pleading eyes.

You turn to face him, your boobs jiggling and squeezing together. He can't help but look down. Oh god, his mouth is basically watering. 

“Hiro, what's up?” You ask sweetly, biting your lip, watching his blush deepen.

“I…” he pulls his eyes away, “I need some more beer. You want one?” He stands up with a huff, stepping over to the fridge.

The night continues and you're a little tipsy by now, a few beers down. You're leaning into Hirotaka, squeezing up against him and, you can't tell if he loves or hates it, but your boobs are squishing up against his shoulder as you get closer.

He tries to carry on playing games as normal, with you watching and giggling, but he just can't concentrate.

Hirotaka’s frustration slowly builds. He pushes his glasses up his nose and sits closer to the TV. He fidgets on the sofa and flicks his hair out of his eyes. At the end of the level when he didn't get a perfect score as usual, he sighs loudly and puts down the controller.

He takes his glasses off and rubs his eyes, groaning.

“Aww, is Hirotaka too drunk to play?” You ask teasingly, laying back on the sofa and poking his side with your toes.

He takes another swig of cold beer, wipes his glasses and replaces them carefully, “I'm not drunk.” He states, then glugs the rest of the can.

You watch his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallows, moisture from the cold can collecting and trickling down his neck.

“Y/n,” he puts the empty can on the table and sighs, “it’s you. You’re distracting me,” he utters, giving you a glare.

“Oohh, Hiro, I’m just having some fun!!” you prod his ticklish waist with your toes again, making him squirm and recoil.

“Hirooo… you’re so ticklish here, aren’t you??” You continue giggling.

He swivels round to face you, grabbing your ankles.

“And what about you, y/n,” his dark eyes travel up and down your long legs, then back to your feet that he’s holding near his face, “I wonder where you’re ticklish.”

“I-I-I’m not ticklish, really,” you lie, rather obviously. You’re kind of tipsy after all.

“Mm hmm?” He edges closer to your bare feet, his breath fanning you, then to your surprise and amazement, sticks out his tongue, giving the arch of your foot a long, teasing lick. 

You squirm as your leg spasms, hoping to free yourself from his grip.

“Huh,” he only holds you tighter, one hand easily stilling your ankles as the other tickles your foot.

“H-Hirooo… please, pleaseee stop!!!” You squirm and blush and giggle as he holds you, his fingers moving relentlessly until tears of laughter prick in your eyes.

“You look so cute...” he mutters, your laughter dying down immediately as his hands leave your feet, working up your legs as he pushes them open, climbing over you, “and defenseless.”

His eyes are dark as he moves in, his lips sealing yours in a flash, having to quickly pull away and take his glasses off to get closer. You can feel his clothed erection rubbing on you as he’s totally overcome with lust.

“Hiroo… Hiro, wait, please–!” you whine, trying to push him away to catch your breath.

He keeps attacking your lips, pinning you down and grinding over you like he won’t stop. Like he can’t stop.

“You want me to stop, huh?” He asks, his lips barely leaving yours, “Should’ve thought about that–” his tongue pushes into your mouth, over your teeth, tasting you feverishly, “when you were showing me your tits… 'n your ass... in that little thong–”

“Please, please slow down–” you pant out, feeling so overwhelmed by his sudden intensity, his tongue aggressively working over yours, his hands grabbing at your hips to grind over his.

He pulls away slowly, sucking on your lip, uttering a quiet but stern,

“No.”

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[luimnigh]

Day Five In New York!

Yes, I did just post Day Four. I've been a day behind this whole time.

Today got derailed. I wanted to do MoMA or the USS Intrepid, but a handbag my Aunt bought yesterday was defective, so she went back to New Jersey to replace it.

I meanwhile took in some local history I'll let you know about once "local" no longer gives away my current location.

After my Aunt got back, a hour late because US Public Transit is sorely under-resourced, we went somewhere I couldn't leave New York without visiting:

Yes, it's the famous Hess Triangle! A tiny plot of land left over from when the City of New York used eminent domain to claim land owned by a man named David Hess, so they could expand Seventh Avenue. His estate installed the mosaic over a hundred years ago in 1922!

And also across the street there's this:

There was no way I was going all the way to New York without visiting here. I missed my chance to see the memorial to the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft when I was in Berlin, but I wasn't going to miss this.

And here it is:

I went into the visitor's centre. It's smaller than I expected, but quite well done. Maybe a little too many mentions of the corporate sponsors who helped build it.

I still can't believe I stood inside that building.

And then we went up to another building I wanted to go inside:

This is one I've been inside in videogame multiple times, mostly as Spider-Man. But goddamn is it a beautiful piece of architecture:

And the roof is no slouch, either:

After this, we caught the subway from Grand Central (!) to Times Square again. We ended up in the Disney Store, where I found this... questionable Tinkerbell:

"Help me step-Peter I'm stuck."

We then walked back to Macy's again, where in the Basment they have the Actual Floor Piano From Big, the Tom Hanks movie:

Unfortunately, I cannot play Chopsticks, either normally or on this.

[rogueshadeaux]

Slllliiiiiides over here. Hi hello. I don't think I'll do a bad karma run (IM SORRY. IM SORRY!!) cause a) I'm a wimp and b) I need to get off videogames as soon as I'm done cause I've spent too much time playing lately lmao BUT I will be watching playthrougs cause I gotta know how fucked up he gets.... I gotta know...

To clarify i have a pre existing oc from a story that could be very easily flung into a vat of "au juice" because she's already halfway there in her own cannon LMAO we shall see, for now I have a huge list of things I want to draw for this game so I gotta finish 2 before I explode then I can unleash myself on art again. Gotta feed the discord now. I'm cooking for a crowd.

hi i've been dead for 8 days and recuperating for two lol I understand life stuff (and saw some references to it on your timeline, like the warhammer stuff and the tarot card thing??? bro that shit looks so good!!) as someone that literally shared your stuff and then got ripped away for my own life happenings lmfao. But if you get the chance in the future? Seriously, try an evil karma inF2 run. There's something about how they balanced the story that puts its predecessor AND sequel to shame. They're the same story, but different tales. They have the same goal, but different goalposts. SPP gives you a well-thought-out storyline that both is cohesive, but feels like your choices actually matter. It has none of the "I can help this old lady...or kick her fucking dog lol" of inFAMOUS 1, or the "I will fight for the tribe but literally do everything wrong. everywhere. because I'm a Bad Boy™" of inFAMOUS: Second Son. The choices feel real. They feel sound. They feel like the choices a man wronged by the world would make, if he decided to turn to his harbored resentment instead of his morality. And let's be honest, Cole also feels more morally gray in inF2 than 1 anyways, so seeing the path he takes is great because it genuinely feels like he's done with the accumulation of every shitty situation that has happened to him. And I'm sure you know how the story ends now, so...don't you wanna see what happens if he chose the other option? (pls tell me you haven't watched the playthrough yet lmfao)

Anyways yeah no I totally get life shit, it loves to pull you away from stuff, and also as someone only just now trying to do the bad options in Detroit: Become Human despite getting the game at launch because I need 6 years of preparation to be the bad guy, I understand the wimp bit too. It's hard to be mean sometimes. But with Cole's inF2 story, it doesn't feel mean. It feels like a desperate man, trying to fight for a future he's not convinced cares about him.

And yes oh my god please keep creating lmfao we all love your art so goddamn much. Don't leave this fandom you're now a very important asset. And it's always a good thing, throwing old friends into new situations! I love an OC in a wardrobe change. That's usually the best translation. Think a bit harder about forcing that OC into a new role. Shove her ass onto the stage. We'd all love her.

[ap0stle]

WIP questionnaire tag game

THANK U FOR THE TAG @astramachina

umm the wip in question is TMNTDT aka Tell Me Not to Do This aka teenage mutant ninja turtle...dookie time

What’s the first part of your WIP that you created?

oough that was back in like... 2016? 2014? and i started with the first chapter right away which ended up being the fourth chapter and then became Nothing At All because i have wrecked this thang beyond recognition <3

If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

definitely Burn a Church by Coma Cinema bc it's been in my mock-soundtrack playlist for years and fits the vibes really well :3 the playlist in question is kind of a mess and old as hell but i'll link that too just in case ^_^

What are your favorite characters that you made? Why?

curtis definitely, i think i get caught up on the details of everyone but he is the most wholly developed and also umm. very similar to me so i love him dearly. he is the worst.

What other pieces of media do you think your fanbase would share?

if you like weird indie movies about young mentally unwell people that may or may not be queer and/or on da spectrum... you will enjoy my garbage and such movies as I Am Not a Serial Killer, As You Are, Super Dark Times, etc. ALSO magnus archives fans maybe bc of the whole Mold Cult thing that is still under development

What has been your biggest struggle with your WIP?

settling on a format was and is still my number one struggle lol. i have switched between a book, comic, videogame, screenplay, website... i have like 50000 drafts scattered across different websites and applications and if this thing ever comes to life i think i will actually fucking ascend

Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

ssssssssssort of. there are a lot of dead animals. and fungi. and mold. there have been some minor pet ideas thrown around for the more. Safe Environment characters but for the time being no actual lovable creatures :/ maybe eventually!

How do your characters travel/get around?

Juno's car because mr. dumbass dumped his murder truck into a river ^_^

What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

....yes. in all seriousness i have so many different versions in different POVs and tenses it's a toss up as to what i work on and if it will even make it to the next round of editing LOL

What aspects (tropes, maybe?) will you think draw your audience in?

its not quite explicitly queer (in the latest version) but heavily HEAVILY implied and i feel like the stories that are sort of ambiguous about their queerness tend to draw more people in ?? or they're more popular anyway LOL. so trope: queerbaiting ????

deeply unwell man who has not slept properly in 600 years. the ladies love that shit

^ unreliable narrator ?

religious horror sort of?

bury your gays except. is he actually dead?? .....

What are your hopes for your WIP?

to settle on a fucking medium LMAO. i cannot for the life of me stick to one, or a point of view, OR a tense so um . makin a goddamn decision would probbaly make the writing process like 600 times easier

tagging UM. shaking my brain for writer mutuals ik ive tagged yall before but i cannot think rn so @hammity-hammer @aether-friskets @xxdrowninglessonsxx @deviantartidentitydisorder

anyway if anyone else wants do this just pretend u have been personally tagged ily THANK U AGAIN MITCH ♡♡♡

[rainofthetwilight]

**NINJAGO DRAGONS RISING EPISODES 1-10 SPOILERS, BEWARE**

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, I WILL BE RANTING ABOUT EACH EPISODE AND IF YOU CLICK THAT KEEP READING BUTTON IT WILL NOT BE MY FAULT IF YOU GET SPOILED!!!!

-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-♡-

OKAY SO I JUST WATCHED THE FIRST 10 EPISODES IN ENGLISH AND IM FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW

MAN I LOVED IT SO SO FREAKIN MUCH LIKE JUST WHAT???MWHT??, XJAOSHDJW AND THE WRITING IS MUCH BETTER THAN I EXPECTED

AND DID WE JUST SEE THE GECKLES, MUNCE AND MERLOPIANS???? MY GOD

THE RACE??? THAT ONE RUDE GIRL'S NAME BEING KREEL??? NINJAGO NAMES ARE GETTING WEIRDER BY THE DAY

LOBBO MY BABY, HE'S EVERYTHING <3

CROSSROADS CARNIVAL??I WANNA GO THERE I WANNA FUCKING GO

ARIN KNOWING HOW TO BAKE PIES? MAKE ME ONE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.

LOYD TRAINING ARIN AND SORA AJSHDKAUWHRHD AND THEM SNEAKING OUT AND HIM BEING LIKE "yeah we'd definitely do that to wu lolz"

THAT FUCKING MAGICIAN GUY'S NAME IS DORAMA, AND I LOVE HOW LLOYD, ARIN AND SORA WERE SCARED OF THAT NIGHTMARE-INDUCING PUPPET

AND THAT SPINJITZU BURST THING FROM LLOYD TURNED OUT TO BE AN OVERDRIVE TO HIS POWERS FROM THAT HUGE DRAGON MATRIACH? GAH DAMM

AND THE FLASHBACK WHERE HE HUGGED KAI SJKSHDJSJS

AND SORA CANONICALLY SINGS WHEN SHES DOING SOMETHING, LOUDLY TOO? SAME SORA SAME

AND AHHHHHH LLOYD REUNITING WITH NYA AGAIN GB OF THE RGB <333

NYA ASKING ABOUT JAY AND GETTING SAD WHEN THEY TOLD HER HE WASNT WITH THEM OM-

AND THEY THOUGHT KAI WAS DEAD AND IN THE END HE WASN'T, YET FUCKED UP AND BROUGHT SOME DRAGONS TO THE CRAGLING VILLAGE (kai you loveable stupid idiot)

AND THE RGB SIBS BICKERING AND SORA'S CONFUSED LIKE "is this how trained ninja warriors act like"

ARIN ONCE ASKING A BARBER TO GIVE HIM "THE ZANE"?? I LOVE YOU BABY BOY. AND KAI REFUSING AND TELLING HIM HE SHOULDVE GOTTEN "tHe kAi" INSTEAD AJNSSHSMSJ

AND THERES A NEW FUCKING EM OF WIND? IN THE CLOUD KINGDOM? AND HER NAME IS EUPHRASIA? HER NAME IS SO PRETTYYYY, I JUST HATE HOW THEY DIDNT TAKE HER WITH THEM OR SMTH SHE LITERALLY SAVED SORA AND ARIN

LLOYD CANONICALLY PICKS HIS NOSE, AND EATS THE GODDAMNED BOOGERS IM SORRY W H A T (THANK YOU WEIRD CLOUD KINGDOM GOO WORMS)

KAI CALLING LLOYD BOOGERS PLEASE. "master of green boogers" I LOVE THIS

SORA'S.REAL.NAME.IS.ANA? ANA? ANA? AND SHE NAMED HERSELF AFTER A DRAGON THEY IMPRISONED AT IMPERIUM? AND THE WORD 'SORA' MEANS ORPHAN IN THE IMPERIAN LANGUAGE THING?

i fucking hate dr.larow. like bitch get out of the damned way PLEASE WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DO THIS TO OUR GIRL

i NAWWW NAWW I LOVE THEIR FAKE NAMES FOR THEIR IMPERIUM IDS. LLOYD AS DOYLL DARMAGON? ARIN AS LAMPSHADE FLOORTILE???? THEYRE SO STUPID I LOVE THEM. (lloyd shouldve named himself dolly smh)

BABY WYLD FYRE I REPEAT. BABY WYLD FYRE AHHH SHES SO GODDAMN CUTE. HEATWAVE LOVES HIS HUMAN DAUGHTER SO MUCH <333 (AND SHE LOVES HIM TOO)

ARIN MEETING THOSE IPTF IDIOTS?? PERCIVAL BITCH LITERALLY BE HOVERING RIYU IN HIS TOY HOVERBOARD (in the words of empress beatrix)

KAI PLAYING VIDEOGAMES AND ASKING THE GHOST THAT SOMEHOW KNEW HIS NAME IF IT WANTED A SELFIE WITH HIM? KAI HONEY THATS NOT HOW IT WORKS.

I LOVE THE DRAMA THATS HAPPENING IN IMPERIUM LIKE WOAH MAN. AND ZANE? HES BACK? MY BOY IS ALIVE AND WELL AHAJAHSHSNSJSJSNS

AND ITS ACTUALLY BEEN YEARS SINCE THE MERGE?? I THOUGHT IT WAS WEEKS AT FIRST FROM WHAT LLOYD SAID

THAT HUGE ASS DRAGON IN THE SPHERE?? LLOYD INHERITING HIS POWER AND SEEING SOME VISIONS OF WHAT SEEMS TO BE THE NINJA'S GRAVES WITH THEIR MASKS ON IT? LEGO WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING HUH? H U H???

RAS IS CANONICALLY AN OUTLANDER AND NOT FROM IMPERIUM WE CALLED IT NINJAGO FANDOM WE FUCKING CALLED IT!

WYLD FYRE AND KAI'S FIRE HIGH FIVE AHSKAHDJDHDENEJEJS

SORA FINALLY UNDERSTANDING THAT HER POWER, WETHER HERS OR RIYU'S IS HER RESPONSIBILITY YESSS!!!!

AHHHH LLOYD AND NYA HUG ONCE AGAIN <333

overall i fucking LOVED part one of dragons rising, it was filled with so much drama and action and GAHH MY HEART IS GOING CRAZY <333 LEGO REDEEMING THEMSELVES AFTER CRYSTALLISED WITH NOT JUST GOOD ANIMATION, BUT WRITING TOO??? (my only bad opinion tho is that the pacing can get a little wacky here and there)

9.5/10 for part 1, cant wait to see what else is to come!!!

[lunarreverb]

The adventures of trying to smooch this guy continued

SO! I got the hug scene. I am officially good at videogames again. Hooray! Honestly it went better than I guessed based on the original platonic version of the scene I saw?? I had guessed it was gonna be the case that I'd get to this part and he'd be like, 'yes, I have been manipulating you until this actual instant and actually I don't have any romantic feelings for you as of yet/ know I'll ever feel romantically about anybody on account of the trauma' and you'd have to work back up to real authentic romantic feelings from scratch or after a break.

I'm glad I picked the dialogue asking about why he slept with me in the first place just to clear up that a sea change HAD occurred since the beginning, when he was obviously being a scoundrel about things. Other lying-ass elves probably made me overly suspicious. This is great though, now I can reflect fondly on him dropping the L-word and I'm looking forward to freely showering this naughty vampire man with affection and care. MWAH.

But GODDAMN Gale's romance flags are fucked all to hell

(sorry I left your hat on Gale) Gale! You're nice but you were never the cause (for this Tav!) I turned down his magic show at the Act 1 party, I affirmed that we were friends but didn't pick the nymph line so he could tell me how cute and stinky I am, and the one time he, ugh, brought up feeling stimulated after a battle, I basically just didn't respond and changed the subject. In retrospect I guess I should just shut him down 100% right there in front of everybody and the corpses we just made. AUGH.

I hope they fix this poor man. :(

[crimeronan]

In one of your tags you mentioned you were afraid people would think you're creepy bc you were throwing a beach ball with some kids and like. Goddamn what a mood. I do some volunteer work with highschool kids and we usually chat and talk about videogames and I'm ALWAYS so hyper aware!! Like its somehow inherently bad that I treat teens like human beings who share interests with me. How dare I interact with those kids.

Tumblr man. It fucked us up.

yeah it's weird how different the internet and real life spaces are with social interaction and i think a big part of it is, like.... visibility, i guess?? i get why people online are wary about adult-minor interactions because said minors are often unsupervised and so teaching kids about internet safety n wariness is Especially important. but then painting all social interactions with that same broad brush is pretty dicey, especially when it's relatively easy to establish irl boundaries - don't approach kids who are alone, don't do anything you wouldn't be fine with their parents seeing, don't talk about obviously inappropriate topics, don't be pushy or weird if a kid is clearly not comfortable talking to you, etc. it's. it's not difficult!

when i started getting nervous earlier tonight i then remembered how fucking PSYCHED i'd be when i was a kid myself & older people would play with / talk to me (appropriately. obviously) instead of just brushing me off. sometimes people will be like "you're teaching them to let their guard down around strangers" but tbh the more that kids interact with safe adults in their community, the more tools & experience they'll have for recognizing when a particular adult is Not Safe. so it ends up Hugely beneficial in the end

and also. i was literally right in front of their parents fidjfbj. IF IT WAS WEIRD.... THE PARENTS WOULD MAKE IT KNOWN. I AM SURE.

it's been good to start interacting with a broad range of people again after i've been mostly indoors and online for like three years. healing experience. being social is fine and okay and it's good to remember that.

[idkfitememate]

WHAT TO DO WHEN AO3 IS DOWN ??

WHAT IS IT DOWN???? A G A I N?????

THOSE F U C K I N G TERRORISTS GODDAMN IT-

IDK MAN PLAY VIDEOGAMES???? READ REAL BOOKS???? I WATCHED YOUTUBE LAST TIME-

[skaruresonic]

The whole deal with "But Sonic is inconsistent so who cares?" is kinda funny to me because, technically, it's true! The games have tons of inconsistencies big and small! From retcons to plot holes to inconsistent portrayals. God knows it's led to me barely giving a rat's ass to Sonic canon anymore!

Now find me even a single 30+ year old game franchise that doesn't have similar issues

Mega Man has similar issues.

Castlevania had to restructure its timeline in a somewhat arbitrary way to clear up some early fuck ups within canon

Zelda had to turn its timeline into a goddamn tree and even then they barely care

Metroid is pretty consistent as far as videogame canons go and even there you have the occasional "Eehh no this thing actually happened like this, ignore what the character said last game"

If a series is inconsistent wouldn't you want to, I dunno, make it MORE consistent instead of adding to the overall mess?

Maybe by "inconsistent" they mean "there are so many different adaptations out there that it's difficult to keep track," but even then, that wouldn't be the games' fault.

In terms of narrative, continuity, and core characterization, the series isn't all that inconsistent, honestly. Flanderization by its nature isn't part of core characterization but an exaggeration/bastardization of various traits (in other words, bad writing). And most retcons, such as Eggman having a grandfather and cousin in SA2 but not SA1, occur after the fact, revealing new information as it becomes relevant. It's not so much contradictory as it is just that what we didn't know then, we know now. (However, I would argue that of the entire cast, Knuckles is really the only one who qualifies as inconsistent. But that's for another time.) Each game is mostly standalone yet builds upon previous ones in subtle ways. SA1 references the Classic games; SA2 builds upon SA1; Heroes references SA2 and SA1; Battle references SA1, SA2, Heroes, and ShTH; Advance 3 builds upon Battle; SatBK hearkens back to SA2 with a memory Sonic relays about the Biolizard; Generations references all the games and includes a line that implies SatSR is canon; etc. Sure, certain stories aren't as tightly-written as they could be - one issue I have with Unleashed is that Eggman basically doesn't factor in in the middle of the story when he arguably should - but those metacontextual issues don't factor into whether the series as a whole is inconsistent. More and more I'm starting to feel like those who espouse this viewpoint don't pay terribly close attention to the games, because the games eventually explain themselves for the most part, anyhow. Or else you're operating based on misinterpretations of the source material. For example: "The moon blew up in SA2 so why do we see it in full in ShTH?" becomes a nonissue when you play Advance 3 and Riders and realize Sonic's world has two moons. "Money doesn't exist" is simply not true, because "financial communities" are said to be "impacted" by the Eclipse Cannon demonstration in SA2, Vector's motive is money in multiple games, and you can buy things with rings in Unleashed. "Why don't they say 'oh my Chaos'?" Because Chaos is the God of Destruction, not the world's creator? Also, Amy blasphemes "oh my God" and Sonic games have referenced hell before. So on and so forth. As for a lack of timeline... I honestly don't see it. There may be some weirdness with how Battle fits in, though that can easily be explained as it releasing concurrently with Heroes. Also, I thought it was fairly obvious that Mania/Forces represents a split in the timeline where Eggman obtains the Phantom Ruby at different points. But other than that, I really don't see how the series' timeline is inconsistent. Based on how each game builds upon the previous, there's really no reason not to believe that the games don't occur in chronological order for the most part.

[spinningbuster98]

Mega Man X6 Part 4

Ok so.... I need to apologise in advance XD

Last time I said there was going to be a sort of filler video showing how to get some extra stuff and a hidden cutscene.

However I did all of that....only to then realise I hadn’t hit the record button. Oops.

Anyway this is the cutscene in question, which you unlock after obtaining 3000 Nightmare Soul with one of the 2 characters BEFORE beating the 8 bosses or High Max (which is INCREDIBLY grindy and also cryptic in its execution)

So this is Gate and Alia’s backstory! Locked behind a hidden cutscene...wonderful.

Well technically Alia does give you snippets of her past during small debriefings after every boss...but not only are they really small they’re also told to you out of order due to the way Mega Man games’ level progression works, meaning that you might get one instance of Alia talking about Gate like you already know who the guy is...only to later give him a more formal introduction like she’s just starting her story. It’s such a goddamn mess.

Not that Gate’s backstory is that interesting anyway, when you boil it down to it it’s basically about 50% of Wily’s only he’s technically more justified in his grudge because he was more literally fucked over by his collegues. But he has none of Wily’s charm and personality, really the only reason Gate is held in any kind of regard is because he’s not Sigma which ain’t high praise to start with

Also we get an explanation for what the Nightmare virus is!

It’s the Phantom Ruby from Sonic Forces. In more ways than one. At least I think

So Alia says here that the Nightmare is capable of corrupting Reploids and controlling them. That is correct since during gameplay Nightmare enemies may infect normal Reploids turning them into zombie-like robots.

However this does NOT explain all the Nightmare phenomena we encounter throughout the stages.

At the start of the game Isoc claims that the Nightmare can show Reploids a “kind of dream” and “confuse them”. During stages Alia may comment on some Nightmare Phenomena saying that she can’t detect them on her computer even though X and Zero are affected by them.

I take this all to mean that the Nightmare can alter Reploids’ perception of reality, making them see things that aren’t really there that their bodies also think are real, hence why only X and Zero are affected but Alia (who isn’t present on the field) can’t detect it.

Again I THINK this is the implication since the game doesn’t get any clearer than this However the Nightmare can also be used to create a crazy copy of Zero appatrently as we saw at the beginning

Nightmare souls can also be used to power up Reploids by collecting them for some reason

So really the Nightmare can just do whatever the fuck it wants to. Ok good.

And now: the Gate stages

So I’ve made it pretty clear that I do not think highly of Mega Man X6′s level design in the slightest. Indeed I’d go as far as to say that this game has probably the worst level design I’ve ever seen in a commercially released videogame. The only stuff that comes close are fan-games and fan rom hacks specifically made to be bullshit hard

The final stages of Mega Man X6 are the 2 worst stages in Mega Man history. Bar none.

Oh I may have made them look easy but that is purely because I now know how they work, on your first time however you’re gonna have a miserable time.

This is worse than The End of the World from Sonic 06. Much worse. The mere idea of comparing the 2 is laughable, about the only thing the latter has over these two pieces of shit is 06′s trademark loading times

Let’s talk about them shall we?

As soon as you start the first stage you’re gonna hit a roadblock within the first minute unless you have one of 3 kinds of setups

See that tall wall with insta-kill spikes at the beginning?

Literally impossible to overcome unless you have one of the following things:

1) X’s Shadow Armor, which is invulnerable to spikes and makes this first shithole more manageable. Howevere the Shadow Armor parts can be a bitch and a half to get due to their placements in the levels and what you need to actually obtain them so it’s very possible you won’t have it when starting this level

2) X with Blizzard Wolfang’s weapon, which creates small ice platforms, COUPLED with the hidden Jumper part, which allows you to jump higher. If you don’t happen to have found the Jumper part or you haven’t equipped it before starting the stage then congratulations: you’re fucked

3) Zero with Rainy Turtloid’s ability which allows him to stick to ceilings. If you don’t happen to have unlocked Zero or have unlocked the Gate stages by beating High Max BEFORE beating Rainy Turtloid then you are also fucked and you’ll kind of have to figure out you’ll have to at least go back and beat that fucker if you wish to proceed

The rest of the stage is just a marathon of random shit being flung at you at total random. Fortunately it’s pretty short.

Then we fight the Nightmare Mother, which is an awful awful boss, way too big and fast to be dodged. Fighting her with Zero can be a death sentence due to his lower defence and the fact that hitting her cores with his sword can be an absolute bitch.

Then we finally get to Gate’s stage 2

This....is the pits. It’s the worst.

The first half of the level is just spike city + a shitton of enemies halfassedly put through the levels in EXTREMELY awkward positions but ok we’re used to this

Then we take on High Max with his incredibly repetitive pattern, high as fuck durability and cheap as hell second phase where he just keeps spamming his nigh impossible to dodge attack.

Then you beat him, the level end jingle plays, your character teleports out of there, you breathe a sigh of relief...

....and then the level resumes.

The second half differs depending on the character

For Zero we have Metal Shark Player 2.0 because we just loved that stage so much right?

However X gets something potentially far nastier

His second half is essentially a recreation of Rainy Turtloid’s gimmick of finding and destroying small gizmos while acid rain is pouring down. That’s not the bad part.

The issue is a platforming section you encounter about halfway through

You need to reach a distant platform but there’s a particularily low ceiling that won’t allow you to simply dash jump over there. You’ll need to do a mid air dash

And therein lies the big issue

Say you got into this level with the Shadow Armor, which is very likely given its ability to nullify spikes which this stage’s first half is littered with. In fact I’d say that everyone who managed to get the Armor will use it here on their first playthrough, I know I did.

However by doing this you’ll have effectively caused yourself a game over. You’ll just not be aware of it until this point. Why?

Because the Shadow Armor doesn’t have a mid air dash.

There are TECHNICALLY two ways to circumvent this

You can equip a part that allows you to dash for longer distances which will allow you to make the jump even with the Shadow Armor....but it’s highly unlikely you’ll have it equipped when entering this stage given that it’s pretty useless overall and that’s assuming you even found it in the first place

Or you can do this:

Look at how fucking precise you have to be, how much you have to exploit X’s moves. This was by no means intentionally designed, this is the kind of shit you pull when you want to sequence break or when you wanna break the level for speedrunning purposes. You’re not gonna know how to do this during your first time, leaving you literally no choice but to restart the whole fucking stage but with another armor.

I refuse to believe this wasn’t intentional

Yeah X6 is a rushjob and a half but this....this feels like too much for a coincidence, this feels sadistically planned: have the first half of the level be easily beateable with the Shadow Armor and then throw in a specific obstacle that’s pretty much impossible to overcome with it just a few SECONDS before the boss door. I have the impression that the devs didn’t want to make this game in the first place, that they knew that Capcom was being a greedy cunt milking this series past its expiration date and snuck in shit like this out of spite.

Regardless of the character Gate himself is the worst boss of the game: you can’t damage him, you just gotta wait for him to shoot his energy balls and destroy them to damage him and hope he’ll die before you do in this cramped as hell room and also hope to whatever god you may or may not believe in that he doesn’t waste half of your fucking life time just going back and forth without launching his balls because otherwise you can’t damage him in anyway!!

Also Isoc is dead for some reason and if it wasn’t obvious by this point he was actually Wily, much like Serges before him. This is actually the last time the X series ever uses him in any way and technically the last time we ever see him in the timeline.

I hope to God that this wasn’t supposed to be his actual, permanent death, but rather a Sigma-type situation much like when Serges died in X2, because otherwise God help me this is even worse than the way Eggman’s been treated in the past.

Well....it’s time to end this once and for all I guess...