#VERY DISTINCT “bruh....”

[ghoodles]

I SAW A CLIP OF THE SCENE AGAIN AND

I WAS RIGHT

I WAS RIGHT

[abyssalpriest]

unrelatedly.... Refreshing pickled ginger palette cleanser bc as Ive said Lev uses my english and habits for writing a lot of the time (and im heavily influenced by him lately), and lately ive been like "ugh god i dont know if im just not getting him across..." no lmfao, looking at how Hermes speaks in that last piece YEAH NO IM NOT CRAZY

[jaggedamethyst]

golden boy (prequel) ⭐️💫

jayce talis x f!reader, 4.4k words

content: the story of the day you met jayce talis two years ago...immediately after the worst moment of your life. (can be read as a one-shot, but is a prequel to my golden boy short series!)

notes/warnings: 18+ minors dni, angst, f!receiving oral, m!receiving oral, swallowing, brief handjob (wtf is the tumble phrasing for this bruh), unprotected p in v, pulling out, bondage?? (with a tie, i got creative), sub!jayce/dom reader, lmk if I missed anything as always, not proofread...my head hurting girl

ps: golden boy is still my favorite thing I've written ever...I'm happy i got to revisit them and hopefully answer some of the questions people had. even sprinkled in some of their habits that i liked and you can tell that it started from their very first interaction...its messy and somewhat unrealistic but i do think they're insanely in love. I've heard it makes people insane CTFUUU. crazy how this started over a hextech vibrator too. wtf. - amethyst 💟

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Living in the shadows wasn’t something you had to get accustomed to, but was rather born knowing. Life as a girl in the Undercity was unique but altogether riddled with the stench of an undeveloped community—as Piltover would say at least. You loved the stench. It was more than a foul smell—an always present layer of grime. Existing in the Lanes was to always have a film on you. Whether it be of the societal norms placed on you or the physical distinction between those living above you, you were in every way considered an other. 

So it stayed the same as you grew up. Unfortunately, though, there was always an intrigue that pulled you from your hiding. No matter how hard you tried to fight it something pulled you to Piltover—to him. 

It started innocently enough. You went on dates, got to know each other, and spent inexplicable amounts of time together. It would always end, though. 

“I’ll miss you.” 

You would smile back, searching for any indication of a lie. You never saw one. 

“Can’t I stay? Just-“ you huffed at the break in your voice. “Just this once? Please?” 

“It’s best you don’t.” A hand would find your face or arm and rub it reassuringly, “I couldn’t live knowing anything happened to you.” 

Lie. 

You wished you could’ve picked up on it—how truly deceitful this man you’d grown to love had been. 

Time passed like a whirlwind; you let yourself be swept up in the idea of a hidden romance, one that was for the two of you alone. You didn’t tell him but you would watch him sometimes, sneaking glimpses into the parts of his life you could never be part of. 

He was a known man—not on the council but a close acquaintance of the renowned families. It made sense, then, that he kept you tucked away. Its okay, you’d reason. The only way to stay safe is to stay hidden. After all, it was what you were born to do. 

This day was like any other, you slightly covered, hooded, and watching while the object of your adoration smiled in conversation. The difference came in the form of a woman you’d never seen, more importantly the newborn that lie between her hands. 

It didn’t take you long to figure out that he had another life—one that he so skillfully kept you unaware of. The prospect only made your interest pique—your mind wandering to how he could do this so well, to be this pathological. 

You didn’t confront him. In fact, you weren’t supposed to be here at all—in a sea of people waiting on an announcement. Today was progress day. You’d heard rumblings of there being a huge announcement coming to Piltover which admittedly you didn’t want to miss. Everyone had the same idea—to pack in and hear from this new scientist. 

You pushed and squeezed. You mumbled apologies and excuses to snake your way through the now suffocating crowd. It was futile, though. You were forced to stand and stare. 

Jayce Talis wasn’t unknown to you. You were an observer at heart, so you’d seen him around before. It was often that he was lingering, just in the background but doing nothing of significance to catch your attention—not when it was elsewhere. He looked comfortable, not with his speech but rather on stage. Jayce had the essence of a man who belonged in front of people—presenting on a day so great at this one. 

You heard of this new boy, this man who would propel both cities alike into an unimaginable future. Seeing him there, speaking with a fluidity that enticed you, you knew he had to be him. He had to be the golden boy of Piltover. 

Blinking your eyes, you darted them over to search for him. His stare had already been on you, his entire frame slouching in guilt. You had nothing left to offer him but you figured his wife and child were enough. You wouldn’t afford him the luxury of seeing you ever again—let alone touching you. 

The end of Jayce’s speech allowed you some relief, the crowd slowly dissipating as they dispersed. You avoided eye contact, squirming into the tight spaces between people having small talk. The breeze of the outside hit you—the door opening and closing in an irregular rhythm of people entering and exiting. You were almost there, out of his life for good. 

“Got somewhere to be?” 

You froze at the sound of a man talking to the side of you. You perked up a bit, attempting to disguise yourself as someone who should be here, belongs here. 

You cleared your throat, “I have to get home. Lots of work to do—progress day doesn’t stop…the progress.” Your face twisted at the awkward joke. 

The man chuckled anyways, teetering on his feet. He let his hands clasp behind his back—exposing the tightly bound buttons of his clothing. He wore crimson and white, hints of gold and black lingering at the hems. It suited him. 

“Did you enjoy my speech?” 

“It was nothing short of inspirational.” 

Your eyes stared into one another, daring the opposing pair to look away, and yet they didn’t. 

“I should be going,” you swallowed and turned to go, a quickness in your step. 

He wasn’t sure why, but he couldn’t let you leave. “It’s raining,” he blurted out. “Is that all you have to get home?” He examined you, the lack of protective wear, and a small hood over your head. 

You glanced down at yourself, a crease in your brows. “Trust me, I’ll live.” 

A million things flashed through his mind, one of the first being how disappointed his mom would be to know that he let a woman walk alone in the rain. After this his mind lingered, though. He felt a chill at the recollection of your sharp features—the darkness there. He racked his brain further, cursing himself at how quickly he seemed to forget the intricacies of your face already.

You were almost gone. 

“Wait!” 

You heard him call behind you, a low hum of surprise escaping you. 

“I have an umbrella, I can walk you.” 

“That’s very sweet of you,” you continued to move, “But I’m good—great!”

You wanted the emphasis to say leave me alone but it screamed at him to continue, matching your hurried steps away from the building. He didn’t speak, but moved closer and let his frame tower over you. You looked up at the sudden lack of rain pelting you, finding solace in the small shelter. 

“Jayce, you’re getting yourself wet.”

He perked up at the sound of his name on your lips, secretly languishing in the sweetness. He almost forgot to acknowledge you, but settled on a shrug. 

“As long as you get home unscathed.” He continued to walk, a step for your every two. You noticed how much longer his legs were than yours, twisting your lips at that. “Speaking of,” he spoke again, “Where are we headed?” 

You paused, only just now realizing you were walking toward the outskirts of the city. 

“I’m-“ You looked around, searching for an excuse. When one didn’t find you, you gave up. You offered him a slump in your shoulders and a following shrug, “I’m not from Piltover.” 

“I know.” Jayce turned to resume his stride, slightly splashing into puddles on the ground. 

“You know?” 

“Mhm.” 

“How?” 

Without missing a beat he kept his eyes forward and pinpointed the error. “Your shoes.” 

You looked down, eyes meeting your worn footwear. “I see.” 

He nodded like it was the most simple thing—like there wasn’t such distance between you already. It made you look away, arms folding in on you as you huffed to yourself. 

“I didn’t mean to offend you.” It was too quick. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m used to it—always have been.” 

He was reading you, with a skill that came as second nature to him. Your body language, the falter in your face, the slow in your step—he noticed it. 

“You shouldn’t be.” He gripped the umbrella, “You shouldn’t be used to it. I’m sorry.” 

He looked down at you with a sincerity—you hoped it was true. You simply nodded, letting your feet lead him to your home.

“Thank you. This was nice of you…considerate.” You paused again, thinking better of continuing, but you had to. “You should come in.” 

“Really?” 

“It’s raining.” You stated plainly, like your reasoning was obvious. 

“It is.” He matched your monotone. 

A deep inhale resonated between you, “You can’t walk back in this weather. Besides,” you finally pushed your door open, “the least I can do is offer you somewhere to wait this out.” 

He surveyed you, the way you kicked your shoes off and placed them neatly by the door. He did the same, smiling softly at the action; his mom never let him walk around with dirty shoes on either. 

The effortless way you moved proved how long you’d lived here—how you could grab for something without looking or push in a piece of furniture with your hips. It was comfortable, it was home. 

“I can hang your clothes for you if you like.” 

You interrupted his thoughts, a pile of clothes in hand for him to swap into. 

“Thank you…” He paused, kicking himself. “I don’t actually know your name-“ 

You interrupted him, offering your name, letting it roll off of your lips in a way that he enjoyed more than he expected. He repeated it, too, training himself to enjoy the melody—the way it lingered there.

He moved then, pushing his now dripping blazer off of his shoulders. You swallowed, looking down at the now drenched white of his clothing clinging to his skin. His shirt was the most restrictive, settled beneath his waistcoat and attached to it from the moisture of the rain. 

He noticed your focus wandering across him. He moved slowly, loosening the buttons around his torso first, then the tie on his neck. “Hope I’m not too much of an intrusion-“ 

“Absolutely not, no.” You shook your head, “I surprisingly enjoy the company.” 

“Well,” he undoes the buttons on his wrists, “It helps to be in good company, I guess.” 

You nodded, reluctantly peeling your eyes away from him to head for the nearby kitchen. Water, you thought. Gosh your mouth had gotten so dry. 

In the second it’d taken you to grab and fill a glass, Jayce had stripped majority of his clothing. 

He spoke quickly, slightly frightened by your shocked look. “I’m sorry, I figured I shouldn’t leave a trail of my wetness all over the floors…better if there’s just one puddle, right?” 

“Right,” you blinked at him, “I’ll uh-“ You motioned behind you, a thumb waving at nothing in particular. “I’ll grab the mop.” 

Approaching him felt daunting. In the moments you saw him around you wouldn’t have assumed this quiet man was hiding beneath fabric. There was a sheer magnitude to him that even left his muscles to flex with little effort. You observed the movement of his body with every breath. 

He reached out to you, motioning to grab the mop and clean the mess he’d made. You weren’t paying attention, more focused on the way his arms looked so powerful. You completely missed him pulling the mop stick toward his own chest, and you with it. He moved with such ease, gliding you through the puddle of water, maneuvering you like it was the most minuscule thing to do so. You didn’t let go of the mop when he thought you would, and he internally thanked himself at that. Jayce was able to look at you again finally; he observed your features intently. 

Suddenly a tingle shot up and down your left side, as if it were hitting your heart and exploding outward. You could tell he felt it, whatever it was. 

The feeling brewing between you was begging to be explore…bubbling like a kettle settled on a stove. It was as if the metaphorical boiling tea started to whistle then, a high-pitched screech in your ear drums telling you to just go for it. 

Jayce was more of a coffee person, relishing in the wafting scent of the thick drink. He couldn’t go a day without it…and it seemed the same was true about his desire for you. 

You hadn’t noticed how your breath had become short as it met his chest, completely bare against your own. Jayce watched you look down, taking in the sight of him.

He gulped and discarded the mop beside him. His hands grasped yours—replacing the mop handle. Your cluster of hands remained between you, an invisible rope forcing you to stay together. 

Jayce continued with a croak, dipping his head to meet your eyes, “Hi.” 

“Hi,” you replied with a shy smile. 

His brow arched as he dipped down more, silently questioning if this was okay. When you met his slow movement in, he internally rejoiced. 

You’d kissed people before, but this was an entirely new sensation. The man in front of you was intentional. He moved slow and showed an attention that you didn’t know was missing. 

You’d gasp, overwhelmed by the gentle pressure of him. He’d make it his mission to capture that sound in his mouth, working over you to create the sound again. The rhythm in his ears of your low groans was one he could live off of—the only thing he needed for the rest of his existence. It was inexplicable the way he need to do this for you, to be good to you, to show you that you deserved only great things. 

You saw that in him—and it immediately made you want to repay him. It wasn’t often that you would first sink down to your knees in front of a man, ready and willing to have all of him…but this was different—confusing. 

You let out an exaggerated pop as you pulled away from Jayce’s mouth, licking over your own. His skin burned as you let a hand trail his chest, lingering as you found your way in front of his belt buckle. With a single hand you let him free of the confines of his pants. A second hadn’t passed before your hand latched onto him, smearing the wetness on the tip of him down his entire length. You watched him as you did, loving the choking sounds escaping his throat. 

“I-“ He gasped, writhing a bit, “I’ve never done this.” 

You arched your brow, confusion clearly covering the entirety of your face. “Never?” 

He shook his head in a tight declaration, hardly visible had you not been looking so closely. “Not after just meeting, I mean.”

“Do you want to?” 

You offered him an out, acknowledging how intense this must be. You’d just met him—and you knew how it felt. You understood the intricacies of always being connected in that way—feeling tethered to someone despite how little you seemed to know them. He had been that for you…before the wife and child. 

Jayce didn’t want an out. In fact his face almost mixed with something of bewilderment—that he’d ever deny you. He let that feeling spring him into action, pulling you back up to your feet. Despite that sudden motion, he seemed lost…as if he didn’t know what to do from here. 

“Where do you want me?” You spoke softly, hands nestled behind your back. He watched your eyelashes bat at him, the way they were intentionally spurring him on. 

You observed the way he remained in a shell—reacting to even the smallest of motions by you. His blinks were slow. His shoulders straightened, his posture stiffening. His breath even hitched at the way your chest rose slightly, a bit higher with your hands behind your back. 

Letting your voice lower and your head tilt, you looked him up and down slowly. “Where would you like me, Jayce?” You repeated it, keeping eye contact with him. Finally, you started to strip, removing all of your clothing. You backed up as you did so...legs eventually hitting the couch near the side of the room. 

He stayed stuck in place as he watched you. Jayce was entirely focused on your frame, how much more beautiful you looked than he could’ve imagine in his own mind. His knuckles paled, fists pressing in on themselves. You sat down into the couch cushions, then, not hesitating as you let your hands sink down to play with yourself. 

“Should I,” you hissed as you already felt yourself pulse around nothing. “Would you like to contribute or should I do this myself?” 

There wasn’t a sound in the room beyond the slick of you and the abrupt strides Jayce made across the room. The ran pattered to offset his movement. He was eager, immediately settling on the floor in front of you. 

The roles had reversed so fast. 

He pulled your hips slightly, earning a yelp from you, even more so when he immediately latched his lips onto your clit. It went on like that for a while until he flattened his tongue on you, moving up and down slowly. His nose pressed just beside your clit, a sensitive spot you didn’t know you had. 

It was his turn to look up at you and the way your head fell back. 

The air got stuck in your throat as you moved to grip his hair. The tug didn’t stop him, only motivated him more. The thought that his tongue alone could bring such aggressive reactions from you was the reward he needed. He clawed at your thighs, the softness there a grounding sensation so different from the sting as his scalp. 

He hummed into you, letting the vibration add to the feel of him on you. 

“F-fuck…” your voice dragged, stuttering over itself at that. You gulped as he did it again, a hand letting go of his head to wipe over your own—your palm hitting your face in surprise. 

He made a mental note at that, smiling briefly into you before pulling away. 

You looked around the room, mind spiraling at how he’d worked you up so well. Your sight settled on the clothes on the floor, his discarded tie in particular. You nudged Jayce, planting a soft kiss to his temple and moving him to lean back into the couch. He smiled to himself, at the fondness of such an action. 

He let himself be immersed in that feeling. You let the distraction work in your favor as the tie found its way around his wrists. You left some slack so he could be attached to the makeshift bars on your window. They sat just above your couch, a much needed addition to combat the weather and occasional rogue projectiles that seemed to make their way into fights. The Undercity was undeniably rough but it was home. The metal over your glass reminded you of that, how the path to something so amazing remained guarded at all times. 

The last bit of fabric rested in your hands as you moved to straddle Jayce, a strained hiss resounding from you at the sheer thickness of his thighs. You lifted yourself a bit before sliding over the back of him, not letting him into you just yet. You rutted over his tip, letting it swirl between your folds. He could only breathe into you as you raised his hands—relinquishing any control he had. 

You continued up and down him, pressing his wrists above his own head. He felt around, his fingers curling around the lowest horizontal bar. Jayce used it for stability but also as an outlet simultaneously. His grip was firm at the restriction. His arms were unable to move now that you’d tied a knot behind him—the realization only riled him up more. He was sensitive—he couldn’t take much more. 

You slid your hands on his shoulder, finally leveling yourself just above him. In a slow movement—eyes locked with him—you sunk onto him about an inch. Only letting in the head of his length was torture, an insatiable need only partially fulfilled. It was worth it, though. The lack of him was driving the man just as crazy, if not more so. Observing the pinch of his brows and the slack of his jaw, low whimpers now escaping him, was enough to make you hold out a bit longer. 

You smoothed a finger over the scar below his brow, an attempt to relieve the tension in him. “Be good,” you slid up and back down onto him. “Keep your hands there, okay?” 

His nods were fervent, his grasp holding tighter into the pole above him. 

Jayce’s words came out sort of erratic, an urgency you didn’t expect. “Please…just please,” he didn’t continue the thought—overwhelmed by you sliding down another inch onto him. “I just want to be in you…feel you.” 

That was enough for you. 

Inch by inch, you slowly sat into him. The mix of both your whines were almost drowned out by the rain; it was even louder now, the wind gusts swirling into a frenzy of sound. It didn’t compare, though. Not to the two of you completely wrapped in each other. 

You leaned down, letting your lips fall into the crook of his neck and his onto your chest. He sucked down with all he could, it being the only way he could touch you now. You leaned back at that, squeals escaping you as you writhed into him quicker now. Your chest reddened, the burst of heat traveling up your neck. He took advantage of your nipples in his face, alternating between both as he saw fit—only letting them go when he glanced up at you, how stunning you looked. 

There was a sheen of sweat on you now. You were feeling him everywhere, mostly just between your thighs where his girth filled you so much it burned. Despite this he was still long, hitting your guts with every motion into his lap. You were getting tired; the flapping of you onto his thighs became even more lewd, the space underneath you dripping in wetness from him and you. 

You could feel his stares on you but settled for keeping attention on his hands, the way they struggled to stay on the bar. You let your hands meet his, ignoring the tingle that sent through your own, and wrapped it around his own. Your hands were interlocked, keeping him on the metal. 

Your words slurred at him piercing into your groin over and over, that spongey spot feeling completely weak now. “C-close…are you?” 

“Almost,” his voiced bobbed. “Can’t go much longer—fuck.” 

The heat in you rose quickly at the weakened tone of his voice, the pure lack of control. Within a few more circles into him you were finishing, hand moving to your own clit to drag it out.

Jayce looked between you, the mess you made. He gasped at your hands soaked on yourself, applauding his own work—he was proud to serve you this way. You could use him, he didn’t care. Couldn’t care less, even. 

“Shit—“ a hiccup from Jayce, “Can’t—“ 

Reluctantly you slipped off of him, a whine filling the room. It didn’t last long, though. 

Suddenly your head was in his lap, bobbing up and down his length as you kept rubbing yourself. He heard your cries, muffled by the sound of your mouth wrapped around him. Your free hand pressed into his balls, urging him to let go. You hummed, too, letting the vibration touch his tip as it grazed the back of your throat. 

His hips snapped up into you, ropes shooting into your mouth and down your throat before you could even process. It didn’t afford you the time to taste him, really, but you’d assume it was sweet. Like him. 

Your legs shook beneath you as your hands slipped away. Letting yourself fall back, you surveyed your work—the consistent lingering pulse inside your walls and the way Jayce remained motionless. Your chest heaved, matching the way his rose and fell. 

Your eyes fell closed, allowing you to sit in the feeling of bliss within you now. On the floor, you started to drift—only cognizant of the warmth on you. 

The faint sparkle of the Sun began to shine onto your face and stirred you from sleep. Immediately grimacing, you looked over to the man beside you. He sat on the couch, not moving you from your spot but covering you snugly on the floor with a few of your blankets, a pillow under your head. 

Craning your neck back allowed you to see the puddle gone, too, his clothes hanging on your laundry line. 

“Hi.” He smiled, already awake and observing your every move. 

You didn’t reply but instead felt something brewing in you, disgust was the closest thing to come to mind. Disgust at how quickly you’d turned this around. The same day you found out—heart completely shattered by something you thought was real—you let yourself be with a man you hardly knew. It stood to reason then that this wasn’t and could never be real. Not when you so quickly fell into it. Not when you tainted any opportunity you had at building toward something healthy. 

You hated yourself, even more so that you could see a future with Jayce. The thought of him was so close, yet out of reach when you fully considered. You couldn’t do this, shouldn’t really. 

“You should go.”

Jayce moved to counter, to speak and question you. 

“Don’t come here anymore.” It sounded harsh. You didn’t mean for it to be. “Just…I’ll come to you, okay?” You nodded, assuring yourself that this was the right way to go—the way to be with him. “You can’t come back here, never again.” 

He moved slowly, clearly stunned by your abruptness. The motions with which he pulled his own clothes off of their hanging positions and onto his body was methodical. Jayce was a machine—working step by step and assembling pieces to get a final result. It was true, though, that he’d never be whole. He wouldn’t be himself again without you beside him and couldn’t explain why that was. 

He didn’t know you. 

He wanted to. 

He kneeled down as you sat up, slowly gliding his hand  into yours. He let his fingers rub over your skin; he fought to reassure you. 

The knot in your throat made you swallow and pull away.

There weren’t any words exchanged between you. You felt bad, but not enough to quell the sickening feeling in his stomach. Jayce looked at you with a clear hurt, like he’d been physically torn apart. 

He huffed at that and simply asked, “When can I see you again?” 

part one

[improbable-outset]

📂 𝐑𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

↳ 📂 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐈𝐈: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 "𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡"

{{Part 2}}

Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

𝐀𝐎3 | 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 | 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.4k (that wasn’t supposed to happen icl)

𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: Kissing, PIV sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, virginal fingering, cum eating, oral (m and f receiving), prone bone position (sorry bruh, very self indulgent here 💀), Olfactophilia, slight jealous Miguel (if you squint), Spanish pet names. MINORS DNI🔞🔞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Miguel unveils more about his enhanced abilities with you and the air is quickly charged with desire. Yet lurking beneath your connection, there is a sense of uncertainty about the implications of Miguel’s extraordinary powers.

𝐀/𝐍: The chapter title sounded more amusing in my head. I didn’t think this one would turn out this long, I went a little overboard. I had to break down the paragraphs bc I got carried away ;-; anyways hope you enjoy this filth <3

You turned the key and pushed open the door to your apartment with a mix of anticipation and thrill erupting inside your gut. Tonight had been a rollercoaster of emotions, and was very eventful. Despite Miguel’s huge confession that came crashing down on you like a bolder, the night still ended well.

Though, the thought of him being Spider-Man still lingered at the back of your mind and you couldn’t shake off the feeling of your ex-husband being a human mutate the entire time. Yet you still welcomed him inside the familiar confines of your home with a warm gracious smile, the door closing with a soft click behind. In the warm glow of your apartment, you made your way to the walk-in kitchen.

“Can I get you something to drink?” You asked, glancing back at Miguel as you placed your purse on the countertop.

“A glass of water would be perfect.” He replied, taking in the surroundings of your home. You were amused by the awe in his expression as you filled two glasses with cold water from your tap.

“Here,” you handed him one of the glasses.

“Thanks” he took slow sips while his gaze explored the connected living room. Your talent for interior design hadn’t gone unnoticed, even during your early days of your marriage when you both moved in together. You would always have a plan on how things would be arranged, and with a bit of trial and error, it usually turned out beautifully. Miguel, on the other hand, left the planning all to you while he would make sure you were still fed after your hard work.

It was a distinctive dynamic you had. Miguel would always make the best dishes from back home and you adored and savoured every bite. You even tried to make empanadas for him once as a surprise anniversary gift back when your relationship was still filled with warmth and closure before you grew distant from each other with him always coming home late at night, probably from his heroic duties that you were clueless about at the time. After you went your separate ways, you would try to replicate his dishes but it would only bring you pain of what you had lost. Speaking of food…

“That baked ziti was amazing.” You commented as you took another sip. It’s been a while since you went out to eat in a high end restaurant. There was never a special occasion or an excuse for you to go.

“Was the food the only thing you enjoyed tonight?” Miguel replied in a teasing tone. You watched his face over the rim of your own glass as he said that.

“The night hasn’t ended just yet.”

“Oh? Care to elaborate on that?” He responded, clearly intrigued. You didn’t give him a verbal answer, instead you put your empty glass down on the counter and took his hand, leading him down the hall and to your bedroom. The anticipation settled in the air as you settled yourself on the bed and gestured for Miguel to follow.

“We’ve got all night. So you might as well tell me everything about Spider-Man, all the details.” You purred, your gaze locked into his with excitement.

“What do you want to know?” He lied beside you in amusement and willingness.

“First of all, what was the first thing you noticed when your genes were altered?”

“You want to get to those details hm? Well, the first thing I noticed was my vision was enhanced, a lot. Along with my strength and stamina. Oh, and the spinnerets in my forearm.”

You hummed in amusement as you soaked in every word he uttered. You couldn’t believe this was where things had ended up between the two of you but you also couldn’t help but marvel at how far you’ve come. “Well, look at you. Brawn and brains. What else is there?” You noticed he was hesitant for a moment before he spoke again.

“I'm sure you’ve seen my fangs at one point.” Your body stiffened as you recalled those awful memories of your heated arguments. What you saw from his mouth was real. A hint of relief washed over you knowing that you haven’t lost your mind and Miguel had confirmed it himself.

“I have…and I thought I was just hallucinating.” Your voice trailed off.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t blame you. I should’ve been honest from the start.”

“It’s alright, we’re starting something new now.”— you paused— “So what else haven’t you shown me.” You watched as he lifted his hand and you noticed something unusual emerging from his fingers. You audibly gasped at the sight of his talons. He brought his hand closer to your face so you could get a closer look. It didn’t occur to you how intimately close you were until now, yet there was an undeniable thrill in his proximity. Maybe it was a default habit in your mind that was convincing you that you were still comfortable with Miguel being this close.

With agonising anticipation, he lightly trailed your jaw with the tip of his talons, leaving a tingling feeling in its wake. Your breath hitched, feeling how sharp and pointy they were on your soft skin. If he were to press any harder, he would surely pierce your jaw. Not that you were entirely against that; but you didn’t want to raise any suspicions at work the following Monday, especially in a facility like Alchemax. His face was mere inches from yours and you knew where he was heading with this. The air in the room thickened with each passing second.

“You want to see more?” He asked, his voice lowered to a sultry tone. You nodded, unable to form any words.

Miguel leaned in and closed the remaining gap between the two of you. Finally, you managed to seal your longing with an electrifying connection and a scorching kiss. His lips moved against yours passionately making your heart pound in your chest. Miguel must’ve retracted his talons because now he was cradling your face as your mouth moved in sync. However, you pulled away abruptly when you felt a sudden shift in the air.

“My God…” you mumbled, feeling the familiar bugle in his pants.

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to get ahead of myself.” He said, though the strained desire in his voice was palpable. “I mean, you’re not on birth control, right?” He held his gaze at you. You could practically feel the desperation in his tone.

“No…” You leaned closer, “but I might’ve got myself the morning after pill from the drug store before this.” You were planning for this moment the day you asked him out and the way his expression dropped, you could tell he picked up on that too. You got them prior to this date and the rest of the night you spend trying to please yourself before your date while imagining yourself with Miguel in bed together. But you knew no matter how much you touched yourself, you’d never reach the sensation that Miguel could give you.

A sly smile played on your lips before you leaned in for another kiss. His arm snaked around your waist and pulled down the zipper at the back of your dress. Once it reached all the way he let the dress pool around you before tossing it to the side. He left trails of wet kisses around your jaw and down your neck, however you had other things in mind. You attempted to reach for his clothed cock as he kept kissing you and gave it a desperate squeeze, making him pull away immediately from your neck.

“That needy, huh?” He retreated off of you and removed his shirt before his pants along with his boxers— his cock springing out in its full glory. You didn’t expect him to stay at the edge of your bed and lean back slightly with his cock still standing on its end. You shifted yourself so you were now on your knees. Suddenly, you felt his hand combed your scalp before grabbing a fistful of your hair, pulling you close. “Don't just stare at it, cariño,” he tugged at you and brought your face closer to his crotch.

“Since when were you in charge?” You quipped, wrapping your hand around the length and swiped your thumb over the pre-cum that was already leaking from the tip.

“The second I realised how bad you want this by getting yourself the morning after pill. Now get to work.” You didn’t expect him to catch you off guard like that, let alone even give you an answer to your rhetorical question but now you could feel your mouth getting dry. Did he know how much of an impact he had on you with his words?

“You better not make a mess on my bed.” You joked but there was a hint of seriousness in your tone. Though you wanted Miguel to leave a mark in your bedroom the morning after, the last thing you wanted was a stained sheet to deal with.

“You realise that means you’re gonna have to swallow, right?” He cocked his brow. You knew he was right and you didn’t have anything against that. If it were anyone else you wouldn’t agree to do it at all, you wouldn’t even let them touch your hair like this; they could just fuck you and leave. But you wanted the night to last with Miguel so you’d do anything it’ll take.

The strong scent coming from his crotch mixed with the faint smell of his sweat was dizzying and ignited a fire deep in your gut. That might be the pheromones doing that. You planted small kisses on the surface as his cock twitched with anticipation and desperate to be squeezed. The stifled groan you heard from his throat made your cunt throb a little and coaxed you to keep at it.

Slowly, you wrapped your lips around the tip and took his length in his mouth. You tried to avoid scraping your teeth on the skin so you wouldn’t cause him any discomfort— given the fact that his girth was taking up a lot of space in your mouth, it was difficult. You still remember the first time you sucked him off on your wedding night and he specifically told you not to do that. His length rubbed against your upper palate while your tongue wrapped around its surface. It was taking up your whole mouth and you struggled to maintain a steady rhythm while giving it some friction. It wasn’t the most pleasurable experience having your mouth full to the point where he was almost touching your gullet, but watching his reaction made it all worth it. You kept your focus on his moans and the pleasurable sound of your name on his lips. His lascivious noises were for you and only you and encouraged you to keep your pace.

That’s it, that’s it. Let me hear you.

You noticed the muscles on his thighs clenching now. It was all familiar to you, the way his body would react when he was close to his peak. Before you knew it, you could taste the ropes of his warm jizz spilling from his cock. However, you forgot how much this man could come and you bit off more than you could chew, throwing you completely off guard. Your mouth was starting to fill up more as he released and his cum was beginning to leak down your chin— your eyes watered from the intensity and you had to pull away so you wouldn’t choke. His cock was now slick from a mix of your saliva and his remaining cum. You felt his thumb wiping your mouth before he lifted your head up to look at him.

“You okay?” His voice was still hazy and eyes still half-lidded.

“Yeah…just forgot how intense you can be.” You answered, still trying to stabilise yourself.

“Let me make you feel good then.” He gestured for you to lay down on the bed. You complied and you watched how his hands reached for your panties. His thick fingers hooked on the loop before pulling them off completely. The feeling of the open air hitting your drenched cunt, that was trapped in your panties for so long, made you shiver. His index finger rubbed against the folds first. You could hear the slick sound of yourself as he kept rubbing you. Without warning he inserted his finger in your gaping hole leaving you squirming under him. His fingers were big, so big, and though you have felt them before, your body was still not prepared for the sensation.

You gulped when his finger was fully inserted with the heel of his palm pressed against the sensitive bud. He pulled out and started pumping his digit while curling them inside you. Your breathing became more shallow as he continued finger-fucking you. Part of you wondered how it would feel if he used his talons inside you. But you didn’t want to risk anything. Things were getting so good. You tensed when you felt another one of his thick fingers being pushed inside you and you couldn’t control the whine that came out of your mouth and the way your body convulsed.

The knot inside your stomach snapped as your walls clenched hard before spilling everything. He pulled out his fingers and stuck them near your mouth, his eyes instructing you to open. You did and started sucking on his coated digit, the mix of his salty cum mixed with yours on your taste buds. You released his fingers and he plunged them back in your hole. Even with them being coated in your spit, it was still dizzying taking in his fingers, especially now that your cunt was swollen from your release— it felt a little sore this time around but the pain was easy to subside with his palm nudging on your clit.

“Come on cariño, I know you can come on my finger again.” You knew there was no point protesting. Once he had his mind fixed on doing something, he would do everything in his power to get it done. It was another thing you loved about this man. “Can those other men you had flings with make you come with just their fingers?” Ah, of course he remembered you saying that. You wondered what was going through his head when you told him. Was he jealous? Maybe he wanted to claim you again? “Tell me, cariño” You didn’t say anything to him directly but it didn’t take long for your body to spasm again and your cunt gushed with another orgasm. That was all he needed to satisfy his query. You were a panting mess by the time he pulled his fingers out of you again.

You still had enough strength to register and watch what he was doing next. He left wet kisses around your stomach and licked the exposed skin. He lowered himself around your crotch and sent trails of kisses around your inner thigh before getting to your swollen core, still dripping from your last release.

“Miguel…” you breathed, still trying to maintain your composure.

“You thought I was going to give you my cock after that?” His breath brushed against your eager cunt that was still clenching onto nothing. He was definitely doing that on purpose. “You scratched my back so I’ll scratch yours. That’s how it’s always been with us, remember? I saw how you were struggling so I thought I’d reward you for your work.” Sweet fuck, you loved this man. You chewed on your lower lip to suppress your pathetic moan. The look he was giving you between your legs only made your cunt pulsate more and your walls desperate for some friction.

All those other men you had flings with were never too focused on getting you to come. They only used the sex as a stress reliever and just wanted to reach their own climax so they could fill you up. But you never complained though, in truth, you just wanted to feel another man’s touch. Since there were no strings attached and you weren’t committing to any of them, you felt like they didn’t owe you anything like that. You thought to yourself that things will be easier for your heart to handle this way since you weren’t expected to get hurt. Your mind was so fogged with that idea, you forgot what it felt like having someone care for your needs too.

He started off with licking your folds in aching slow motion, getting you riled up. Your hands immediately reached for his hair and laced your fingers through the locks, letting out a shaking breath of approval when you felt him sucking on your sensitive bud. His mouth was giving you a better sensation on your clit than his palm, that only just barely brushed against it. He pulled away momentarily and you could see your mess glistening around his lips.

Then you saw it, his fangs emerging making your heart quicken in your chest before he dived in again, fully connecting his mouth onto your core. The sudden contact made your legs enclose around him in reflex. He lapped his tongue over the folds all while gently scraping his fangs over the sensitive areas. He was careful with his movements not to dig his canines too deep to cause any pain. It was a new feeling you’ve never felt before and you knew you’d never experience it with anyone else. Every juice leaked from your core was eagerly licked by him.

You attempted to grind your sex against his face to get some sort of friction from his tongue but his strong grip on your hips planted you on the mattress. That still didn’t stop you from squirming under him though. Your mind started to cloud with bliss and all you could focus on was his tongue movement and the feeling of his fangs grazing on your skin. He watched your reaction between your thighs as your mouth hung open. You couldn’t see his full face but through the looks of his eyes, you could tell he was giving you a smug expression as he ate up your reaction to his touches like a famished man.

You could feel your senses firing again as the heat was building up in your core. His tongue started lapping faster and flickering deeper into your cunt and you couldn’t take it anymore. Your back arched against the bed and with a desperate cry, you finally unraveled again, everything that squirted from your pussy was quickly licked off from his tongue. As he pulled away, there was a line of saliva that connected your folds with his lips that he wiped away with the back of his hand. He lapped over his fangs too that were also coated from your fresh release. He leaned into your face again and kissed you lightly. You tasted and smelled the bittersweet of yourself from his mouth as he went to suck on your lower lip.

Next thing you knew, you were gently pushing and flipped over on the bed, ass up. He had better access to your hair now and it’ll be easier to take him in this position. He held onto your back, guiding his cock through your rear. He braced himself before he made his entrance slowly. You could still taste him and yourself on the base of your tongue and you knew his cock was still coated in your saliva making it easier to squeeze between your folds. Your walls caressed every inch of him as he pushed further and further into you.

You could hear and feel the suction from yourself that gripped around his length as he pulled back only to shove himself back in again. As he did, you could feel your clit rubbing against the sheets beneath you with each force from his thrusts. The bed screeched in protest as he rolled his hips into you, forcing it to move up and down. His rhythm became more sporadic like all that pent up energy was poured into one night while your head was buried into the pillow, muffling the noise building up in your throat. You were truly helpless under him, his frame was completely enclosing over you so you were rooted on the bed being shoved into the mattress over and over again from his thrusts. Blood could be heard rushing in your ear and every pulse in your system was throbbing.

Miguel, what have you done to me? What the fuck have you done to me?!

Each thrust was more intense than the last, forcing you deeper into the sheets. You couldn’t control the noises that were coming out of your mouth now as he was desperately trying to chase the high he could only get from you and the way you were squeezing him in all the right places. You felt his fingers combing through your hair again before he tugged gently, but firmly enough to force you head up from the pillow to look at him. The red hue on his eyes were glowing against the low lighting in your bedroom as he continued to plunge himself into you.

“Talk to me…who fucks you good?” He spoke over your shoulder and over the sound of the bed creaking, his breath fanning over your ear. You caught a glimpse of his fangs as he grinned at you and you allowed yourself to be drowned by the richness of his voice. He must’ve recognised that you couldn’t form anything coherent from your mouth so he slowed down his pace to give you a chance to talk.

“You…” Was all you could muster before you slipped out another moan from your lips. You couldn’t bring yourself to speak, let alone form a cognitive thought in your head.

“Say my name, querida.” He commanded, giving one strong thrust that caught you by surprise.

“You, Miguel. It’s you-!” You gasped, the sound of your own voice was sounding foreign to you. No one had ever managed that out of you. He released your hair and your head dropped back on the pillow, no longer having the strength to hold yourself up. Out of all the times you’ve been fucked on your bed, this was by far the loudest you’ve been. The walls weren’t thin but you knew you’d still be getting noise complaints by the neighbours not just from your moans but with the repeated sounds of the headboard knocking against the wall. But that wasn’t in your mind right now. Every thought was slowly melting away from your brain, even your consciousness of your surroundings as he kept fucking you. It was like every other room in the building and everyone else in the apartment didn’t exist anymore— just you and him. You couldn’t see him but the sweat building up on his skin was giving off a subtle distinguishable smell and was causing his body to stick to yours as he kept on going.

He’s close, he’s close, he’s close.

Through your teary vision, you noticed him gripping onto your headboard as leverage before going deeper inside you. There it was, you could feel his release reaching every crevice and surface area inside as his body trembled from his strong climax. The rush of his hot release made you cry out his name before he took his time to pull out. Even with him releasing his cum deep inside you, there was still some leaking out through your folds.

You felt Miguel’s torso and your back sticking together with your sweat as he took his time to lift himself off of you. Lifting your head up from the pillow, you turned to see him leaving the room, his footsteps echoed in your, now, quiet apartment. You took this time to shift and turn your body around, the sheets were slightly damp under you. Your legs were still shaking from his rough thrusts and climax. Your senses were slowly coming back to you and the pulse in your ear was slowing down. The sound of the faucet could be heard from your kitchen as Miguel filled up a glass before his footsteps could be heard again as he approached you with a glass of water.

“Thought you might need this…” He handed you the glass. With shaking hands, you took the cold glass.

“Thank you.” You downed the water in one go, feeling the coolness down your throat before placing the empty glass on the nightstand.

“Do you want to get cleaned up?” Miguel asked. Your legs were still sticky from his cum and your sweat but you weren’t worried about that.

“In a bit, let me just hold you for a second, please.” Miguel climbed into bed and lied beside you. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. His warmth enveloped you and you through us swirled in a mixture of emotions. The passion you've just shared with him is still palpable with the smell of sweat and fresh sex woven in the air. Your finger fiddled with Miguel’s collar bone before you cradled his jaw. Your heart was still going haywire even as the intimacy was starting to settle down between the two of you. Your gaze shifted to his own and your mind started to wander. You thought about the future and even started a family you’ve longed for with Miguel but didn’t dare to dream about until now.

“Miguel…do you ever think about having children?” You whispered, too afraid to break the peaceful silence.

“I do…is that what you want mi amor?” He murmured. Mi amor? You gulped.

“Yes but…with your Spider DNA, what if our children inherit them too. I want them to live a normal life but what if they face the same dangers you do? What if I won’t be able to handle it?” You confessed. Miguel caressed your cheek and tucked a lock of hair behind your ear before he spoke.

“I understand your worries, but we can’t let fear hold us back. I promise to protect you and them and I’ll try to be the best father and possibly the best husband too.” He reassured you. Amidst the doubts and uncertainty, there was still an undeniable warmth. The idea of raising a family with him felt like a second chance at happiness. You’ve both faced so much and you’ve overcome them. Perhaps you could both navigate the challenges of parenthood too. One step at a time.

“Thank you, Miguel. I think we should get in the shower to clean up now, don’t you?”

He smiled.

“You’re right. But first, don’t forget to take the pill…”

Part 4 🔞🔞

[gaijinhunter]

I am writing this as a Tumblr post because I don't want to make a video, as I feel this person is just trying to engagement bait me so he can grow his channel. Looking at his videos, he has seen an increase in views for videos that have been clickbait or trying to "call out" something. I guess you gotta do what you gotta do to grow your channel, but I am not about that.

Iixxion recently made a video and for the third time already, is rambling on about how he has been annoyed that he ran into people that referred to the portable series of MH games as being developed by a different "B team" than the ones that make the non-portable game's "A team". Of course, that notion is incorrect, anyone with a brain knows that both lines of MH games are created by Division 2 in Capcom Osaka and that there is plenty of overlap between titles in terms of staff. He argues that this misconception is the cause of tribalism and animosity in the MH community and is the single most dangerous issue in terms of growing the user base. My perspective is that there is indeed a divide on people who like the portable series and those who don't (which is fine!), and released platforms also contributed to that division, but no one is writing off any mainline game (MH, MHF, MHG, MHF2, MH2, MHFU, MH3, MH3U, MHP3, MH4, MH4U, MHGen, MHGU, World, Iceborne, Rise, Sunbreak) because it was made by some separate unrelated team.

The issue is that he blames me for this apparent misconception and points to my video from 2020 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nhpDnFU6lAo) where I cover the rich history of KH games and how each of the games and the portable series' games, have influenced the franchise as a whole and what features each entry introduced. He says that my video is one of the main sources of this division and that it is somehow my vague wording around the different teams on each MH title has caused horrible damage and that I am irresponsible and lazy for this. (BRUH)

Not only was my video just 4 years ago and focused on the development history and features of each title, if there was tribalism between console and portable games, that existed long before 2020. But he uses a Staw Man argument to "call me out" which is to argue against the notion of an A team and B team that are completely separate from each other, which isn't something I ever said in the first place. When i corrected him, he counters with "so you agree with me then" and that is when I realized it would be useless to discuss with him and took a look across his past videos and found a pattern of engagement farming, so I decided to just delete my comments on his videos and walk away from it.

If you want to make an argument against vague wording, it could be him saying the only consistent difference between the members that work on a "console" game versus the "portable series" games is the Director. That OFC is not true.

Some fun data looking at staff rolls.

Very natural overlap in the areas that you'd imagine with game design and programming being the main specialized fields.

Now if you want to argue semantics, then there isn't even a "monster hunter team"--it simply doesn't exist. Only Capcom developers exist and if you had to split them into distinct teams, that is Division 1 and 2.

He would likely say "see, he is supporting my argument, told you!" or "why weren't you this clear in your history video" but that is because he is making a false connection between some crap he read online, and my video and he sees me as the main cause of this "tribalism". A very disappointing conclusion he came to. My video wasn't about team compositions, it was about the franchise title history, and I pulled and used data all from official sources and interviews with the directors themselves.

I guess when you work hard across multiple years to make fun and hopefully informative videos on a franchise, the more you get targeted with bad faith arguments or engagement farming. Doesn't make it less tiring...

Stop worrying about reddit user tribalism over console/portable games, the games do have a different game design philosophy and on different consoles, so some division is to be expected, and we have so much cool news to focus on than to waste time creating drama for clicks. Be better.

-Gaijinhunter

[pruneunfair]

Y'know although these dresses are so beautiful, but I'm not exactly sure these really fit the historical fantasy setting. This is the FL from I will fall with the Emperor, I think her artist has a thing for the long fitted pencil skirt

They look more like stylized modern couture fashion rather than the Historical Fantasy, thanks for pointing out the things about the Fashion in Historical Manhwhas cuz they can get exceedingly out of place, I mean they have hybrids of actual historical periods even though historical periods have VERY DISTINCT differences in Fashion, watching any evolution of fashion through history can tell you that

While I'm all for the Fantasy fiction is where you can go as nuts as you want, you really do need to take consideration on what kind of periods you want and how to make it fit, cuz the FL featured here looks like she should be from the period of the 1900s, but they don't have anything that really relates to it like cars, they got a bunch of modern stuff like a very modern-like dog muzzle, an Empress dressing like an office woman her top looks like a office woman's top, it's like seeing a bunch of royalty from the 1700s wear 1970s Fashion

If you think about it, clothes are made to evolve to reflect their periods like how workers pants are invented in the wartime era so women can do factory works more easily, it's a good example, I think that's about how Fashion is literally the Clothing/Shell of the era, they show us their eras through their symbolic and unique styles, so you are telling me these people can wear these very modern fashion but they don't have any other kind of modernity? It doesn't even need to be about electronics even, steam engines are also a good fit (Sorry I'm not really a tech expert)

I'm no history nerd but I at least think this is an interesting aspect, it's a stretch to understand but I think that when everything begins to advance so does clothes, it's a fascinating subject and not just "Boohoo you're being mean to fashion designs cuz you can't draw one or it's not to your personal tastes" bruh so having individuality is like a no when it comes to arguments? Yeah I know you have to be impartial and not bring yourself too much into an argument else it gets too biased, but paradoxically speaking the other party is doing the same, so really how impartial can you get?

Sorry I bring kinda psychologically themed questions cuz I have a questioning habit about almost everything and apparently that makes me annoying if I make too many questions that might get on the nerves of someone else? Y'know it's interesting though that there is that expectation that you have to know the answers to established questions, not more questions to questions okay now I mind gamed myself again, funny habit

you know if this was set in the 1920s-1950s then I would believe it, they still wouldn't be the most accurate but would fit a little more than 1800s.

But yeah it does get annoying, the fantasy aspect can only go so far when it's pushed to the side in exchange for romance

The only one I trult dislike is the top middle, those sleeves and bow are NOT it.

[caninerat]

Drive episode 20 >:3c

?? what is that preview

STAAART !! YOUR ENGINE 🚗

LMFAOO WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM. a second into the episode I'm already putting him in my pocket (jailed)

SHINNOSUKE WAS GONNA HIT HIM TOO 😭😭😭😭 Omg I initially had this as a vid but I can't put 2 vids in one post and I NEED to have this scene on here:

72 JUST LIKE ME FR 🤝🤝🤝

the gun spin is so cool 😭

Is this one of those comedy-based eps that lead up to really serious lore

LMAOOOOOO Medic...

WHAT IS THIS ASJKHDGSJKHJHDS (peak)

Ngl this is giving that one episode in Doctor Who (11's season) with the rebel flesh & the issue of if they have that person's memories and don't intend to do any harm, why destroy them...that was also giving native worms in Kabuto tbh- tho tbh the DW episode and Drive are very different (Kabuto's more similar in that sense) since the Roidmudes still have a distinct personality outside of the copied person- it's like an addition instead of a full assimilation??? which can't 100% be said for all worms, does that make sense? 🤔 I feel like it's still very much relevant though. Idk I hope they don't beat 72, or that this is a stepping stone further into the "not all roidmudes need to be destroyed" territory, even if this one gets killed (maybe even by Mach or smth, I can definitely see him doing it). This is all just me rambling tbh, maybe it will just go like a normal ep SJDSGHKJ

this expression is sending me lmao

😭 help...This reminds me of that ep with Shotaro watching the movies to fall asleep, very different since Shotaro ended up loving them too much LMAO but

This show looks so cute tbh 😭 love the design of the mc (the girl in the black dress I mean)

This is so cute 😭😭😭

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ok yeah this is just like that Shotaro thing 😭 THAT'S SO SILLY I love it

:3 this is nice (Gou please...don't kill him..I don't have hope </3)

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH this is making me so happy lmao 😭 Oh wait also he might also just get killed by the other roidmudes,,, I'm not ready </3 this was so cute 😔😔😔

BRUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yeah I knew this was coming but BRUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔

that suit is so pretty...also hi Gou I'm glad you didn't end up being the one to kill 72 :3c

OHMYGOD KABUTO MENTIONED !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (also OOO...the bit where Uva went after Hina)

The Kabuto + Drake & TheBee fight was so fun tho...I miss it

Recognising specific filming locations is so fun tbh 😭 I usually don't think about them much but it's so fun when your brain actually offers diff scenes that happened in the same place from memory..

YEAAAAAAAH Chase hype </3 I miss him

omg.....

[katyspersonal]

Daughters of Dark observations

Bruh, turns out Alsanna DOES have an eye color, and it is not what I expected!

This is the texture of her skin and facial features, from this ( x ) website loaded through a ZIP!

I also have a feeling as though Daughters of Dark come in pairs; so, whereas Nashandra and Elana are both blondes with green eyes, Alsanna and Nadalia would both be black-haired with ??? eyes!

I mean, Elana is not quite herself anymore, but her hair looks very much like actual hair still, and blonde + green eyes combo feels oddly coincidental?

Nadalia's body is also not what it used to be, but black hair is distinct, and again, to think in 'pairs' sense it'd fit very well for her to be black haired even originally because Alsanna's hair is black!

When I thought what Alsanna's and Nadalia's eyes would be, I really felt maybe red or orange? It'd contrast with the other two's green nicely, since their hair already sort of does! But I suppose I had a right hunch still, because if Alsanna's eye texture gets saturation turned up, it IS, in fact, orange and red!

Even the "greenish" looking edges are actually on orange spectrum, just try to colorpick and see yourself! An idea: maybe her eyes were a much brighter red/orange color, but saturation is lost in them for now? Meanwhile, if Nadalia still had her face, her eyes would be bright and glow as much as her idols x)

[biggiesizeyourcombo]

i got tagged by @skeletood to do the LIST 10 SONGS THAT HAVE BEEN STUCK IN YOUR HEAD AND THEN TAG 10 OTHER MUTUALS GAME.

unfortunately for all of you it happens i just got into vocaloid so most of these are going to be that. sorry. edit: not a lot of vocaloid songs actually edit 2: nvm

10

#Yup

9

two years and this song still finds me

8

i'm dying from epic diseases

7

good song that's really all there is to say on the matter

6

awesome. AWESOME I LOVE THIS SONG.

5

so i used to not like vocaloid because i thought robotic voices sounded bad i still don't know how it managed to click for me. i liked this album a lot in middle school i didn't even know evexsou were vocaloid producers or that they were cover artists. like i knew they were utaite but i just thought that meant like...musician influencers in general...i don't know i was fucking stupid. anyways i thought this was an evexsou original song for the longest time. i never bothered to google it.

4

this is actually a good song. very catchy too. i listen to it a lot still.

3

NGL THIS IS THE BEST MOMO SONG EVER I CAN'T STOP LISTENING TO IT BECAUSE IT SOUNDS SO GOOD. SHE HAS NEVER SOUNDED BETTER. i didn't even gaf about the song until i heard this cover then it clicked and i get it stuck in my head all the time. CUZ HER VOICE IS PERFECT FOR IT BUT ANY MFER TUNES HER AND SHE SOUNDS LIKE A SHITTY MIKU. when it's done right she's sooo sweet and sounds so distinct this song was made for her not to mention her model in this video is so cute look at her go.

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bruh this song is so fire...again also listened to it a lot over the summer, usually on my way to class because the runtime fit the walk from the deli to the building my class was in. actually skele i can see you liking this band

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THE BIG NUMBER 1! this one deserves first place because of the sheer amount of times ive listened to it in the past 2 weeks + siinamota is my favorite producer. i have been listening to this on repeat a lot while translating one of the manga that siinamota liked (RIP) the song he actually based off the manga would be more fitting but i like this one more LOL.

(*≧︶≦))(￣▽￣* )ゞ tagss

bro i don't think i interact with enough mutuals to do this LOL but ill try. @galfyfunnymoments <33 @screensava @dykestriders (if you werent already tagged) @cowboy-robooty @snoozerin @kyoman-rc @itagerhardcoreyaoi @maribeilschmidt (mfw im tagging everybody in the circle X_X) @kadonneet @cindarin (idk if you guys even do tag games)

[simplydm]

do you have any tips on writing xb? im new to watching him this season and dont have a great grasp on his vibes yet.

-xB is fairly quiet. He speaks a lot with his actions, sometimes perferring bow shots and sneaking as opposed to calling out. Also, he’s generally quieter in group settings, but will make snide remarks. He will sometimes stop talking and just listen or look at something to emphasize it.

-writing his speaking patterns gets a lot easier when you realize that half his vocabulary is “bruh, breh, man, suck it, son of a-, guy” etc. honestly, throwing those in will add a lot, especially to distinguish his tone from other characters.

-xB is very sarcastic and quick-witted. Very sarcastic. He makes a lot of dirty jokes and innuendos- he’s more flirty then most people think.

-when I write xB, I tend to think of him as someone who really loves to be adored- not even necessarily in a shippy way, he just really likes being around his friends and likes being fawned on, if that makes sense.

-he likes to play tricks and pranks, but ultimately is too nice to be really mean. He loved to give people presents, like diamonds, sets of tools and armor, etc.

-in his most recent stream or video I can’t remember which, he said that he doesn’t use people’s “real names” if he knows them, which is why he calls Joel “Beans”. So he will always call ppl by their usernames

-xB giggles a lot. Like, at everything. Very giggly guy.

In conclusion, xB has a very chilled chaos kind of vibe. He’s alert but not trigger happy, unless it’s one of his dear friends. He likes to cause problems but pay back ten-fold. As a new xB watcher like you said, I’d just keep watching his videos! He has a very distinct speaking style and vibe. If you’re looking for specific videos, I’d recommend his hermitcraft s9 videos when he’s alone on the server, because all he can talk to is himself and Keralison. Also there’s “lore” there lol.

I’m sure I forgot a thousand things, so if anyone else has tip plz add them, but good luck with your writing! I’m sure it’ll be fantastic! :D

[darkwood-sleddog]

Bruh. A bear came up to our front door yet AGAIN and I knew immediately bc Sigurd now has a very distinct bear alert bark and it is. Uh. Primal? My dude just leapt from his spot on the landing and sprang into action. Guess I’m beginning to understand how a whole team of these can be used for polar bear deterrent.

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

OKAY HI I JUST SAW UR RESPONSE me and matt’s (but mostly mine lmao) thoughts are like. So in my head daybreak town just came into existence like any other kh world has (whatever way that is) but i think the first few couple of wielders would’ve spread around a creation myth and it just continued until daybreak towns end (daybreak town oral traditions my beloved….)

Also controversial i think but i actually think daybreak town existed and was populated by wielders BEFORE mom came like daybreak town was already fully on its feet with a flourishing distinct culture of its own before MoM came in and started fucking shit up like thats just how it is in my head.

But yeah anyways so the creation myth in my head would be a combination of one of the world parents archetype and then after that the emergence archetype, wielders saying that daybreak town itself came into existence via some kind of light filled earth mother in the heavens (i’d like to think some people were somewhat aware of the final world’s existence so the “heavens” here would be the final world) dismembering herself and using parts of her body to create everything like, the sky, the earth, the animals, plants, and other worldly features that exist in daybreak town (such as the buildings in town itself!)

That’d be the creation myth for daybreak town itself and then it would follow an emergence archetype where wielders all come from one world into another (daybreak town) in which they now currently inhabit, irl this process is likened to childbirth a lot and the previous world is considered the earth mothers womb so i think wielders would think of it like that, especially since that that is literally what canonically happens like wielders come from one world and emerge into another

And thats my daybreak town creation myth thoughts subscribe like hit that notification button etc etc LMFAO im so insane about daybreak town culture you have no idea bruh

oohh wonderful!!! This is super cool to read

I also like the idea of Daybreak Town having its own established culture before the MoM showed up but I guess the main difference between my idea and yours is that you have keyblade wielders already established while I think he was responsible for that in some way. I think the MoM was either born in DT, or crash landed there like a shooting star lmao (he is not human to me) but yes yes agreed, I think DT had to have existed before him in some capacity

I like the idea of an earth mother too. It reminds me a bit of a really old fandom idea, something along the lines of Kingdom Hearts being “the mother of all worlds”, sentient in a way, or at the very least alive and able to give life in a sense. It would make sense if individual worlds (or DT at least, assuming it’s a special case) could be off shoots of that. Very cool and profound idea 👍👍

[onlyathief]

Me? My url? Pretty please?

Bruh Emma how do u write so many muses and keep them all so distinct??? This is a hard talent to come by when u have as many as u do and I'm just so jazzed to see u on my dash daily!!

You send memes and are very interactive and are a staple in the rpc as a whole. Multis are not given enough credit sometimes and u need to know that I appreciate the fuck outta your talent and very presence ok???!!

[winwintea]

i saw all neos except wishies in irl, for me jaemin, jisung and winwin are the members who look most handsome in irl and in photos same time, especially in la kcon when winwin came to section and watched taemin's performance with us, I was shocked because cameras don't give him justice, ik he's still pretty in photos, but in irl really, i couldn't look other wayv members or other kpop idols he is insane, no wonder nct members want that cookie so effing bad, people generally don't talk but jisung is really so handsome, maybe my i just have a style but these two in irl have the insane face card i ever seen. also some members really has no aura in irl they only look good in photos, not ugly but definetly not that handsome.

NDJSJSJ IVE NEVER SEEN ANYONE IRL 😠😠😠

i lowkey agree anon and everyone has their own opinions on this

my list would be yours plus xiaojun and yushi

although i’ve never seen them in person i can point out that every member has their own like distinct feature that sets them apart from each other.

jaehyun bro his skin is super clear and his eyebrows are really straight so that’s why people like to compare him to the mfing roblox face

chenle has such an incredibly sharp jawline it’s crazy how smooth it is. like i want that. his face may not be up to beauty standards in asia but his jawline definitely makes up for that fact

ten has such a nice looking nose bridge i’m honestly so jealous 😔 he also really looks like a cat with his half moon eyes.

haechan’s skin tone is so pretty (fuck u sm stop whitewashing him)

taeyong’s eyes are HUGE like damn he’s so cute 😭

johnny has really pretty lips like they’re upturned and really nice to look at (😔 i’m just a girl)

yuta technically has a face card but his jawline is more box-like shaped? but i think his face card really stems from his rbf but his smile is super pretty

doyoung has nice lips as well kinda similar to johnny’s and he has gorgeous almond eyes

jungwoo has super full lips. he doesn’t really have very distinct features that are all that striking in comparison to others in 127, but his features are more soft in comparison to everyone else which is like. a change from the striking face card the group keeps serving bruh

mark and his mfing cheekbones bRO WHAT THE HELL

kun’s chin is slightly rounded if you look closely at it

i could yap about the rest. BUT i wanna yap about the others

for a deeper analysis of jaem, ww, and jisung, xj:

xj - this bitch is literally all angles. all the perfect angles he has like the most crazy model face ever. cupids bow with those thick ass eyebrows high cheekbones, angled jaw, curved lips. he is the full face card king

ww - his cheekbones are really defined, i think that’s why people often compare him to mark. his lips are small but they’re full and his noise is pointy. his eyes are cat-like as well (in my opinion) people like to point out his hears and how he looks like an elf but really i don’t find ears that attractive to think or look about 💀

jaem - his nose is very straight (aka he got that sharply inclined nose bridge), v-lined jawline, his eyes are huge and the double eyelids help them stand out more which helps to his appeal, his lips are more thin but they’re heart shaped

jisung - he doesn’t have double eyelids, which makes his eyes sometimes look slimmer. people in asia usually like bigger eyes, but i think the slimness makes him more attractive, his nose and lips are very similar to jaem’s, but jisung has a very soft masculine look to him in my opinion?

[beevean]

Honestly? They should've just kept Lenore as a scummy rapist with no redeeming qualities who Hector gets to have revenge against

Not that there isn't any potential in a hypothetical Co dependent toxic relationship, but I think that by Season 3 the show had made it very clear that it did not know the meaning of the word nuance, so at that point you might as well go for the "victim gets revenge on abuser" angle, because for as cliché and safe as it is it still would have been better than what we got

Of course that didn't stop the show from joking about Alucard's little experience with Sumi and Taka, but y'know lesser of two evils

Well, I suppose you can take my rants as what I'd personally write, because I am fully aware the show isn't deep enough to tackle such topics, as much as it pretends to :P

I like Lenore's "redeeming qualities", because they don't redeem her at all. They are there to make her a distinct character from Carmilla, who is a completely flat cartoonish villain - and Lenore in S3 is little more than Carmilla in a cosplay wig and BDSM getup. I don't mind traits like her feelings of inadequacy, because the show uses her to woobify her, but they can also explain her villainy, like the fan theory that she spoke about Hector in a dehumanizing way because she felt looked down on and so put on a façade of a tough vampire to be taken seriously. They give her depth and could have made for an unique villain.

The tone is the issue. And Hector is the issue, obviously. I am so utterly baffled that his big "redemption" from how spineless and submissive he was in the previous season entails... him letting Isaac do the hard work and giving up very easily on his own plan of resurrecting Dracula, and happily clinging onto a woman who doesn't fully respect him without a single hint he feels bad about what was done to him. So he's still spineless and submissive. Bruh. This is active spite down to the last episode.

And you know the clincher? Everything I say, I say it because I'm taking time analyzing the text, reading the expressions, placing scenes together. Since when NFCV expects you do to so?! When it comes to Isaac, the dialogue tells us no less than three times that he has changed. NFCV is not subtle! NFCV treats its viewers like idiots! This is the same show that has characters talk about stuff they in no way should know, for the sake of exposition! So when I'm here scratching my head at understanding Lenore's motivations for her suicide or Hector's feelings, it's because the story, quite simply, didn't care.

Isaac's story was one of growing past your desire for revenge and learning how to forgive and move on. He tells us. With a long epic speech. Hector's story is about nothing. Shippers interpret it as "taking the high road and coming to a mutual understanding". I take it as "forgive your abuser if they're nice enough and be grateful for the scraps". But I can assure you that we are all putting much more thought than Ellis and his crew did. Hector's story is an abortion: proof of this is the fact that, at the end of the day, he ends his story exactly where he started.

I am wasting time trying to reconcile the intended themes with the basics of a good story, but yes, when you put it that way, Hector might as well have blasted Abandoned Castle and gone haywire.

[candlebel]

LONG POST

I'm rewatching SRMTHFG and it's funny how little I remember of it, despite having been my hyperfixation. Almost as if I'm watching it for the first time. 🤭 Absurd little show, I love it.

Especially the first three episodes, they feel so weirdly written, so... robotic? (lol) Tropy? I don't know. Off. Bland??

May 22th? edit: Wonder Fun Meet World remains the most absurd, ridiculous episode. 😂 I love it. Edit: WAIT THEY EAT THINGIES? NOOOOOO!!!

Skeleton King cackles really half the time he's on screen, lol. It's just goofy. 😂

May 26h edit: I don't remember if I felt like this back in the day, but now that I'm rewatching the show, Otto really is my favourite monkey, as much as Gibson. He's cringe. I'm cringe. Love him.

I'm watching seasons 3 and 4 in english only. It's a good thing I don't remember the show because in the Latin American dub the voice cast was changed, and those two seasons felt odd to me, I didn't like them as much as the other two, and I think I was baised just because of the voices. We'll see. So far it feels just like the rest of the show.

Whoever was the supervisor that approved of Valeena's stupid dress-ends-at-the-pointyness-of-boobs design deserves a bonk to the head.

It's weird to me how Gibson is written in Season of the Skull, given that the entire show they've been dealing with "mystical in nature" stuff -as he himself have said- the entire show. Distinction without a difference. Bro, the power primate is right there. The monkeys themselves don't seem to understand it, nor the evil forces they fight, that does't mean it's not real, and suddenly he doesn't believe in "magic"? Even right after seeing it work, he doubles down? Bruh. It seems flanderizing to me. He's the scientist therefore "logic" jabbering. Who wrote this episode? *googles* Brandon Auman wrote A Man Called Krinkle and Versus Chiro (two of my favourite episodes) and WONDER FUN MEAT WORLD? I'm so sorry to have doubted you, sir. Perfect episode.

[A Ghost in the Machinder] "Machines can only appear to be alive" Bro, you said that to Antauri's goddamn face. "Machines cannot have a soul" WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU GUYS. WEREN'T YOU MOURNING HIM YESTERDAY?

[Incident on Ranger 7] Didn't the colon die on the sun? I forgot Krinkle fucking dies. Wow.

[Ghosts of Shuggazoom] Did the Hyperforce... kill people? They killed wraiths, didn't they?? Awww, Jinmay is neat.

May 29th edit: Hmmmmm, I have problems with Demon of the Deep. How didn't the Hyperforce immediately disregard Protesus as a crazy old weirdo with a conspiracy theory. Or at the very least, question more firmly who he was or how does he know what he claims to know. Instead they just went "We'll trust you bro". He's clearly not the typical Shuggazoom citizen, he's one lonely guy with incredibly advanced technology that nobody else has, where the heck did you come from? The guys an expert, he has to have been around for years, how did the HF not notice him before? Someone in the city must've known of him. He's just so suspicios to me, lol. Second of all, everything that Gibson geeks over screams engineery to me, something OTTO should be also geeking over, he's the engineer, he's the one with endless appreciation for technology and machinery and wonder in his eyes. Third of all, Antauri senses the disturbance within the Power Primate and then he goes… "we have no choice but to trust him". WHY? TRUST YOURSELF MORE. CLOSE YOUR EYES AND LOOK WITHIN YOURSELF OR WHATEVER THAT MYSTICAL THING YOU DO IS. WHO TOLD YOU THERE'S NO TIME FOR THAT? Isn't a disturbance in the Power Primate enough of a red flag that you'd rather investigate it cautiously before anything else? Why trust the guy who literally never told you how he even knows Whatchamacallit will awaken? The thing you thought was a myth but this normal Shuggazoom citizen guy knows more of somehow. And the plot twist is… he's not a Shuggazoom citizen. And I don't know what to make of it, lol, I didn't remember that about him as I wrote all of this (I did remember he turns on them, just not why). Fourth of all, poor fish people, the Hyperforce attacked them literally just for being ugly. Rude. *googles* Mark Henry wrote… not one episode I care much about. 😅 Consistency there.

[Evil Ages] Why is Chiro visiting the museum in his hyper mode?

[Secret Society] Why is Chiro visiting the Arcade in his hyper mode? This is why I didn't like the entire season. /j Who… storyboarded this episode? Or supervised the animation??? It feels so weird. I dislike it in ways I can't explain. Oh! It's that scene!

[Night of Fear] Why is Chiro-- oh ok, he's normal. I love that Gibson turned into a hazard, LOL. But... Isn't it ableist to have him with exotropia to illustrate that he's stupid? "Your phase!" *gasp* PUN!! *pointing guys meme* PUUUNN!!!

June 1st edit: Wait, I just noticed that, after Ghosts of Shuggazoom, Jinmay isn't around except for one episode. Boo. Where was she?

[Golden Age] They let the old man leave to the laboratory... which is now surrounded by a deadly swamp infested with deadly creatures, which they didn't mention. How come they didn't bombard him with a bazillion questions about how things were back in the day before he left? You said you were low on vitamin C, have a slumberparty and rest.

[Object of Hate] Wasn't Morlath's whole magic/escence taken by Skeleton King back in Snowbound? Huh?? *sees Sprx saving Gibson from Morlath using his magnets* You know what would've been neat? *imagines Sprx saving Nova from falling into the wormhole using his magnets* But then there wouldn't be a story, haha. Now, I don't really like it that they go for funny poses/visual gags in scenes that are supposed to be tense, in an episode with a serious plot. They didn't do this in Skeleton King (episode). They didn't do this in I, Chiro. They did it a bit in Belly of the Beast. And here again but more. Why are they doing this? SPRX HAS JUST SIDED WITH VALEENA AND OTTO IS DOING HIS O3O FACE. I LOVE CRINGE AND GOOFY AND ABSURD BUT THIS IS NOT THE MOMENT. Am I crazy??

[Soul of Evil] *Chiro kisses Jinmay* Awww. ❤️

I've rediscovered that Gibson is still my blorbo. 🤭 So fond of him.

Also, yes, I was partially bias because of the voice change, although there are things I didn't like then that I still don't like know.

El primer doblaje era tan bueno. 😭 I wasn't wrong to not like the second voice cast, now that I've seen the show. I don't think they made a good job, honestly. They all sound closer to how they sound in english in pitch, but they lacked the personality. The first voice cast sounded different, almost everybody has a higher pitched voice compared to the english voices, but they delivered good acting. And I rather have that.

Favourite episodes:

The Sun Riders Thingy A Man Called Krinkle Ape New World Versus Chiro Wonder Fun Meat World Incident on Ranger 7 Night of Fear

And the little plush and card stock Super Robot I made back then (2003-2008, I don't remember exactly what year). 🤭 I didn't make Gibson instead only because I didn't have blue furry fabric. The robot, I only recently painted it.

Although I wonder if I'm still being baised? hypocritical? too harsh? (I really don't know what's the word I'm looking for) about the episodes I didn't like. Like, maybe I'm missing something, maybe something's going over my head. I don't know.

Jun 5th edit: I think Nova and Sprx should stay platonic, and leave/clarify that "I love you" as "as friends". It's not like the monkeys don't love each other, they do! But she's never been romanticly interested before. "Does a monkey have to get killed [or turn evil and almost be gone forever] for some attention?" Yes. The answer is yes. And it shouldn't be. I'd wish if they continue the show they quit the "romance" (lack there of) between them. I don't like the -I dare say it- stupid ass trope of: girl very openly and sincerely isn't interested, but there was something there all along somehow. Nova is annoyed by him and uncomfortable with his advances the entire time, you guys enjoy that?? It's a trope that should die.

Especially when Chiro and Jinmay are right there. They both reciprocate, they're already sweet and while there's the fact Jinmay won't age, they can go let's be happy together anyway, while it lasts. That's so sweet!

Jun 8th: I'm a buffoon just learning that Gibson was voiced by Tom Kenny. HAHAHA I'm also just learning about the pilot. Thingy my beloved. I wonder if I should accept the episodes I dislike and just like them for what they are: episodes of an absurd silly show. Maybe I need to hear the perspective of someone who likes them.

Jun 14th: Okaaaay. I dared to watch an episode of season 4 (one I like, Night of Fear) in spanish for the first time in decades and… It's not terrible. I still prefer Sprx's higher pitched more playful voice and Antauri's soft one from the first dub. But I think I can accept them. I can accept Chiro's and Nova's the most, despite how Chiro's first voice actually sounded like a kid and more energetic. Otto strikes me the same no matter what voice he has (he actually had two in the previous dub, this is the thrid one really). But Gibson's voice just doesn't sound nerdy, it doesn't have that charm in the delivery, like at all, that's the saddes change for me lol. HAHAHA THEY DIDN'T DARE TO TRANSLATE "I LIKE DOING IT" AS WHAT IT IS. He said "me gusta pelear" (I like fighting) instead. They didn't have him say "the ladies' department" either, 😭 this is why this dub was never good. /hyp Hmmm never mind accepting Chiro's voice, the actor didn't make an effort to sound high pitched when Chiro gets turned into a little kid. I was right all those years ago. The delivery lacked personality. 😢 I tried watching another episode. But it just isn't good. I can only enjoy those two seasons in english.

Jun 17th: I keep thinking what an artistic masterpiece as a robot Jinmay is for her to pass as a human. Her arms and face must be covered in soft material that imitates skin, she has soft realistic hair, she wears actual clothes. And well, all of this seems like it should be obvious, but in her mecha form her hair and dress are metallic parts and after that reveal I got used to think of her as robot, I kept thinking of her hair and dress as metallic parts even when I saw her in her normal form. But what about when Chiro thought she was a normal human girl? And how does her transformation even works? I'm fascinated thinking about that. I really like Jinmay. 💖