#idk enlighten me about what all of this means if you can and you want to

[lovelyrotter]

can ppl in this fandom like... stop... implying that transmasculinity in hcs or (especially) canon is shallow or misogynistic or even transmisogynistic on princible, like literally just by being prescent in someones mind or in the text. like that doesnt fuckin feel good. thats kind of really nasty to imply. if its not okay to say about other trans experiences, maybe dont say it about this one either. why is there a weird little exception here. yall KNOW how much that sucks to hear all day every day. what the fuck

[bredforloyalty]

honestly um ,. one part of me understands why those posts were made but, are these poser incest enthusiasts in the room with us now

[burningcheese-merchant]

Psst, hear me out: The Beast being fucking yanderes with the ancients.

You Get It™️ I mean... Did you guys see episode 6? Burning Simp Cookie is already a yandere lol. He's been there and he refuses to leave. And Shadow Milk is honestly not that far behind, he feels some type of way towards Pure Vanilla and it would be cute if it wasn't so sad and creepy lol

Really though, I just love hero/villain ships in general (always have, since long before Cookie Run ever existed) and I get a kick out of villains acting stupid over crushes (read: obsessions), and acting stupid in general. There's just something about a villain being in love with the hero to a psychotic, comical degree, and the hero rebuffing them at every turn that's just really amusing to me lol. Like what Joker sort of has with Batman, you know?

Here are my Yandere Beasts in bare-bones terms:

Burning Spice: come on, if you've read my stuff, you know EXACTLY what Yandere Spice is like lol. If not, I'll refer you to this and this, as well as my fics on AO3. If those don't tell you what Yandere Spice is like then idk how else to help you lol

Shadow Milk: if the final boss of theater/drama kids had a crush but was also a malignant narcissist of some sort lol. Absolutely DESPERATE for Vanilla's attention at all times. If he's not actively trying to worm into Vanilla's brain and harass him in his thoughts and dreams, he's in the real world brainstorming better ways to do that lol. He does not grasp why the creepy puppet shows and gaslighting attempts aren't convincing Vanilla to fall in love with him. Will attack and torment and insult Vani in one breath and then praise and love and worship him in another, because he's a histrionic clown freak with whirlwind emotions. But above all else, he literally thinks he owns Vani and is meticulously plotting the horrible and hilarious demise of any and all he perceives as a threat to their union

Eternal Sugar: World's Laziest Stalker™️. Almost exclusively haunts Holly in her dreams (I have to assume that that's what her power will entail, as the Beast of Sloth); however, she's more "effective" in her wooing attempts due to her past experience as the Herald of Happiness. She actually goes out of her way to construct dreams and the like that have things in them that make Holly happy (or what she thinks makes Holly happy; she, as well as the others, has big tunnel vision and is very selfish and self-absorbed, and thus pays more lip service to her own wants than those of who she loves/obsesses over). Thankfully doesn't run into Holly in person often because that's work... but sometimes she DOES work up the nerve to go after her for real, and... well

Mystic Flour: Denial, denial, denial. Not just a river in Egypt the Golden Cheese Kingdom, but she'll say and act like otherwise. No, she does not like Dark Cacao. He robbed her of her volition and the chance to enact her will. He prevented her from freeing the world from pain and suffering. He is a stubborn fool who refuses to understand the truth. He... is very handsome. She does not like how handsome he is. It is distracting. She doesn't like dwelling on her memories of him and their encounters. She doesn't like how she came to harbor a single kernel of respect in her heart after he stood his ground against her; a kernel that she inadvertently nurtured and cultivated slowly but surely, until... no. No, she doesn't like Dark Cacao. She doesn't think about him all day. She doesn't want to try to lure him back to her land so she can trap him in the flour fog with her again. She doesn't miss feeling his dark eyes on her. She doesn't deeply resent his attachment to his people, and seek to transfer that attachment to her instead. No, she... damn it, he's ruined her. He's made her feel things again. He's made her succumb to selfishness and greed, to earthly desire and attachment - desire for HIM, attachment to HIM. All of her hard work and enlightenment gone to waste... She doesn't want to like Dark Cacao, she recognizes the folly in such a thing, but she's stuck - and so stuck is she that not only does she not really see a way out, she doesn't WANT one. She's become too content with her attachment to him too quickly. Now she has to agonize over her own foolishness, and try to keep denying that she doesn't care while also longing for his attention and wanting to do away with all that steals his attention away from her

Silent Salt: probably the least awful of the five, but he's still creepy and that's not a high bar to clear anyway lol. Has a better grasp on "normal" behavior than the others (like... he pays attention to what White Lily likes/wants and tries to adjust accordingly), but he's following her around everywhere and acting extremely violent and territorial over her towards anyone who he catches approaching her. He's legitimately, surprisingly sweet and gentle towards her; he brings her flowers, he listens to her when she asks/tells him something, he's more or less respectful of her personal space (he will try to be as physically close to her as possible, but actually backs off a little if she asks him to, only to try again, and so on and so forth)... but he's still a villain, he's still violent and creepy, he still gets angry when she pays attention to other people for too long and he has brought actual harm to others out of jealousy. He's the best of the worst but that really doesn't mean much of anything, he's still a psycho creep like the others

In short, they form a tight-knit coalition of absolutely fucking deranged freakazoids and they should all probably die :)

[whyse7vn]

LOVE OCTAGON? -

[ ot7 x reader ]

YOUNG FOREVER

8 participants - 8 online

———————————

hobi: just did 8 push ups i’ll smack the shit out of anybody rn

jin: if you were a girl i’d be into that

jk: pls don’t hit me

tae: thought he liked men

jimin: could of fooled me

jin: ??????

namjoon: glad to see ur working out again hobi

hobi: what’s that supposed to mean??

namjoon: i’m glad to see you working out again?

y/n: can i watch?

jk: i want you so bad omg

y/n: ??

jk: sorry i was hacked

yoongi: did one of you order food to my house?

jk: no i wasn’t

tae: MY BURGER IS AT YOUR HOUSE???

OH MY GOD I THOUGH I WAS SCAMMED I WAS SO UPSET

jimin: eat it yoongi

tae: DON’T

pls 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

send it back to me pls i’m begging

i’m literally starving

and shaking

jin: i think you should give it back to him yoongi could be his first meal in months

hobi: real

yoongi: threw it away

tae: WHAT IS UR ISSUE??????

yoongi: you

hobi: namjoon do you want to fight?

jk: do you want me back?

jimin: shut up

tae: don’t expect to hear from me ever again bitch

yoongi: oh nooooo

namjoon: fight??

y/n: can i watch?

jin: this is stressing me out

someone give me a fun fact to calm me down

namjoon: um

hobi: xikers are the first 5th gen group

tae: that sounds like a disease

jimin: thought we would never hear from you again

yoongi: good things never last

jin: 5TH GEN??????

ARE YOU SILLY

THATS A THING??

THAT FACT DID NOT CALM ME DOWN AT ALL

jimin: ofc tae’s talking about diseases again

tae: am i wrong tho??

like

omg i got xikers rn

i’m itching soooo badddfd

pls i need to go to hospital the xikers on my back are killing me

namjoon: stop talking

tae: i’m not wrong

jk: are you ok tae?

what is xikers

it sounds bad

tae: i’m dying

pls remember me

jk: WHAT 😨

i will bro 🥺

y/n: he’s lying to you

jk: i’m not i swear i’ll remember you forever and ever

y/n: tae is lying to YOU

stupid

jk: oh

wtf man :/

tae: you never let me have fun

hobi: i want to be 5th gen

jk: but we said we were 4th gen??

namjoon: we are 3rd gen.

yoongi: let’s not do this again

tae: ME FOR 5TH GEN IT BOY

jimin: jimin 5th gen ace

jin: although i’m in shock and disbelief rn i’ll still take on the role of 5th gen it boy

tae: ?????

tf is wrong with you

can you read

i said i’m 5th gen it boy?

let’s vote

come on guys 🤗

yoongi: i vote jin

y/n: jin

jk: ME 3

jimin: ig jin

hobi: jin4thewin

namjoon: jin?

jin: i also vote for jin

tae: burn in hell

jk: y/n 5th gen it girl?

y/n: but i was 4th gen it girl last time

jk: ur right let’s swap

y/n: best 5th gen rapper

it’s an honour really

jk: i will use my 5th gen it girl title to help better the world

hobi: 5th GEN VISUAL HOSEOK

yoongi can take the best 5th gen singer title

yoongi: k

y/n: namjoon best 5th gen dancer?

jk: i agree

namjoon: ??

jin: idk about you but i love my new title

tae: i bet you do

jin: you sound mad

namjoon: again?

tae: i’m not

namjoon: you can take mine if you really want

i don’t care for you guy’s silly little game

jk: THIS IS NO GAME JOON

THIS IS OUR REAL LIFE

hobi: RIGHT

tae: KEEP UR NASTY TITLE I DONT WANT UR PITY FUCK YOU FUVK YOU FUCK YOU

jin: yikes

yoongi: all this shouting for what?

y/n: wow

namjoon: fine

jimin: why did jungkook go live naked

y/n: proof lmao?

jin: right put me off my salad fr

jimin: you were eating a salad?

jin: yeah?

jimin: ok

jin: tf you mean ok???

do you want to fight?

jimin: i’m just surprised that’s all

jin: why??????

jimin: cuz yk…

jin: no i DON’T know

pls enlighten me bitch

jk: i wasn’t naked??

jimin: yes you were

jin: HELLO???

YK WHAT?

jk: i swear i wasn’t

y/n: proof???????

jk: you want to see me naked 🤭??

i’m blushing rn

tae: i was naked once

hobi: this isn’t about you

y/n: tae sent me nudes by email once

hobi: ok this is about you

jk: WHAT????)/£/

jin: by email?

tae: omg why would you tell themmmm

jimin: why would you ever want nudes from that?

tae: that????

y/n: i never asked for them

who do you think i am??

tae: what does that mean??

namjoon: you can literally get arrested for that

tae: kinky

but i did send them on accident

so i’m sure the police would understand

jin: i do not believe that at all

and by email??

how is that an accident

yoongi: right

tae: plus i did look super hot right y/n?

y/n: that not the point

tae: see how she didn’t say no

jk: SAY NO

hobi: send the nudes here i say!

jin: DO NOT

jk: say no before i shoot myself in the head

jimin: wow

namjoon: it doesn’t matter if she thought you looked good or not you can’t go round sending ur nudes to people with without warning

tae: says who?

namjoon: the fucking law?

are you okay?? like that’s common sense

wtf is wrong with you

hobi: joons getting mad oh my god >.<

yoongi: thought we established he has no common sense

tae: i knew telepathically that she needed to receive nudes from me in order to keep living

jin: so you didn’t send them by accident then

tae: accident on purpose it’s all the same thing tbh

y/n: to keep living??

jimin: they are polar opposites actually

tae: omg all of u on my dick rn

don’t be mad i stepped up and you didn’t

jk: i was goONA STEP UP

ITVWAS SUPPOSED TO BE ME

I HATE YOU

IM GOING TO KILL YOU

hobi: jk’s mad this is scary >.<

jin: witnessing the fall the taekook in real time

wow this is truly beautiful

tae: omg chill out??

it’s nothing she hasn’t seen before

jimin: and is that by choice?

jk: I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU

hobi: wait what?

namjoon: everyone shut the fuck up

jin: look now you made joon fr mad

hobi: sorry namjoon >.<

tae: it wasn’t even my fault

y/n: i’m the victim here don’t be mad at me

jk: DO SOMETHING ABOUT HIM JOON

yoongi: i’m tired

jimin: this is a lot to take in

namjoon: taehyung apologise

tae: FOR WHAT?????????

hobi: ur sick in the head

namjoon: now

tae: sorry??????

jk: nasty bitch

tae: y/n let’s tell them about us

jk: what

yoongi: 🤨

y/n: us?

tae: ummmmmmm lol?

she’s normally not like this i swear

she likes me honestly

stop embarrassing in front of the guys babe

y/n: blocking you

tae: are u using me for my body???

i sent you nudes TWICE

hobi: one in a million we are twice 🩷💖

tae: you said i was hot

are we not in love?

yoongi: lol

jk: YOU SENT HER NUDES TWICE???????

OH MY GODDDDSJEJ SOMEONE PLs PULL THE TRIGGER FOR ME IM TOO WEAK TO DO THIS ANYMOREEEENBE

jimin: so like did she ask for the nudes the first time?

y/n: SHUT UP???

jimin: OH MY GODFF YIU TOTALY DID

THE PLOT THICKENS

y/n: namjoon tell them to stop taking

namjoon: stop talking

hobi: wait…

is this the fwb you’ve been talking about for weeks

tae: STOP SPEAKING

jin: wooow ur really sad

jk: OhH MY GODDDD ANd I CONGRATULATED YOU SND EVERYTHING OH MY GODDDHDXUD KILL MEMEME KILL MEMEEEE

y/n: fwb?

we have not fucked

jk: oh thajnk god

yoongi: have you kissed?

hobi: yoongi’s jealous >.<

yoongi: just asking

tae: i don’t want to talk about this anymore

jimin: look he’s embarrassed

they totally have not kissed

tae: bottom lie is that she said i was hot

jk: SHE WANTEF TO SEE ME NAKED BEFORE SO UR NOT SPECIAL

DONT LET IT GET TO UR HEAD

BITCH

namjoon: calm down jungkook

jk: HES A LITTLE SNAKE I WILL NOT CALM DOWN NEVER EVER EVER

I LIKED HER FIRST

yoongi: no you didn’t?

jin: is this a love triangle?

hobi: classic case of a love square

jimin: love square?

y/n: no one is in love

tae: my life is over

y/n: get a grip

jimin: i’m feeling left out put me in the square

hobi: it wouldn’t be a square then

jimin: love pentagon?

jin: make it a hexagon

hobi: wait wtf and me

love heptagon so cute 💞

what about you namjoon?

namjoon: what about me?

jimin: do you want to fuck y/n yes or no?

y/n: oh my god????

jk: YOU BETTER SAY NO

SAY NO

ILL KILL YOU

namjoon: i’m not answering that

jk: GOOD

WAIT WTF ARE YOU TRYING TI SAY YOU DON’T THINK SHES HOT???

WTF IS WRONG WITH yOU???

SHE IS NOT UGLY

namjoon: i never said that

jimin: i’m taking that as a yes

hobi: love octagon 🩷

y/n: what happened to talking about our 5th gen life 🙁

jk: i love 5th gen

hobi: what is with the gc name?

jimin: it’s for jin’s mental health

jin: ur actually decreasing my mental health by taking about 5th gen

jimin: are newjeans 5th gen?

jin: okay so just fuck me then?

yoongi: idk

hobi: I LOVE NEWJEANS

oHUr my OHUR MY GODTT

jin: i don’t listen minors sing

it’s bad for the economy

jimin: just say they make you feel old as shit

jk: i don’t listen to other women sing

y/n: ???

jk: i mean i love when other women sing

i actually only listen to girl groups

tae: he’s lying

because that’s actually me

y/n: shut the fuck up both of you

yoongi: real

y/n: and you

yoongi: ??????????????????????

jimin: LMAO

HE DIDN’T EXPECT THAT

jin: GOTTT HIKMMMMM LMAOSOSOSOIDKEKEKDKDKDK

hobi: i love feminism ❤️

y/n: it’s nice not arguing

namjoon: i’ve been telling you all

jimin: true!!!

hobi: you argue the most

jimin: me???

hobi: yes you

you and jin literally argued 10 seconds ago

jin: don’t put us in the same sentence like that i’m getting uncomfortable

namjoon: the fact that they actually shut the fuck up

what have i been doing wrong

jimin: maybe cuz you don’t have a pussy idk

namjoon: did you have to be so vulgar?

y/n: vulgar?

what are you 65??

hobi: pussy is power

NOT vulgar

jin: vulgar is such a nasty word like ew vulgar

namjoon: i’m leaving

jin: praise god

namjoon left “young forever”

tae: i love pussy btw

jimin left “young forever”

hobi left “young forever”

y/n left “young forever”

yoongi left “young forever”

jk: personally i think you’re so brave for saying that

—

and taekook lived!!

[menagerlie]

WOULD YOU STILL LOVE ME IF I WAS A WORM?

furina, lyney, & navia… if they became the worm. gn reader. headcanon format. short, trying to figure out tumblr. pt 1 maybe if i think it’s funny enough to add more characters.

FURINA:

she’s living like this now.

that’s it that’s the post.

i think she’d. leave before anyone had the chance to find her tbh, since she lives alone now... alternatively if it was before everything happened i fear she would just further become entertainment. hydro archon is a… worm ??? 😱😱😱 is this the purest form of water.

how much of worms are water

more than 75%.

they’re just like us fr… new conspiracy theory

we’re all worms.

anywayyyy

fontainians are so funny

would she be disappointed at the lack of mac and cheese? maybe. but in the aftermath of everything, she’s looking for simplicity, for reprieve and a way to enjoy life in the barest of forms. of course becoming a worm would be hard to get used to, but i think she could, fairly easily actually in the grand scheme of things. maybe it’s close enough to what she wants.

she’s been in a human body while playing the role of a god for 500 years. i think she could use a change

becoming a worm in this situation is sort of a metaphor for her situation actually. hehe. learning to live with such a modest, small existence after a lifetime of a lavish, celebrated, constantly watched one. and learning to love it— gunshot

after so long of pretending perhaps being a worm would allow her to shed her old skin and simply be.

i think she deserves it

anyway if you lived with her or visited her like every day, maybe she’d just like. curl up and wait. would probably be fairly particular about how she likes her . um. enclosure.

treat furm kindly or i will get you

:3c

as a wild worm, probably extra afraid of the water. panics in the rain. would be the first up if charmed.

like. worm charming. not. you know what i mean

ok so i’ve been enlightened. that is not why worms come up. ignore that

would wormtainians dissolve

erm. next.

oh yeah. if she’s able to turn back, she’d be happy and relieved of course, but i don’t think she’d be as upset about the experience as the others (except for the fact it may be a bit embarrassing, especially if you saw her). she’s lived a long time, she’s seen a lot, i think she’d appreciate the new perspective. even if it was. silly :3

LYNEY:

oh yeah. totally normal . wait. what

i think he’d magic pocket himself . he’d be safe in there for a bit . right

do you think worms could do card tricks.

do you think he could use his vision

worm. on fire.

anyway

i think he’d try and find out wtf happened and try to get himself to turn back first. if he couldn’t/needs help he’s going to try and find lynette first.

he’s silly to get loved ones’ attention. flips over. attempts to lift a card. rolls around

imagine he could change to a worm and back at will and used it in his shows

disappearing act . but what you don’t know is that there’s a tiny worm on the stage.

i keep getting distracted.

wonders what’s going on but thinks it’s funny at first. then it’s like. oh. oh!!

tries his best to figure out how to turn back. there’s panic there definitely, as any sane person would have, but i think it would especially set in after a little while — he starts thinking less about himself and more about his siblings, father, and you. will you know it’s him? he’s stripped of his capabilities, his tongue, his tricks. he was never a good fighter, but like this he is completely helpless.

if he can’t turn back, i think he’d want to stay w/ lynette at all times. sorry. she’s getting enclosure privileges . you can visit though

would a sentient worm be a funny addition to a magic show

could a worm gather intelligence..?

that would be funny

lynette just sets him down places to eavesdrop and he somehow idk recounts what he heard later

weaponized wormification

anyway. learns to live with it, especially if he’s able to stay near his siblings, though not as comfortably as the others

if he turns back he’s very relieved, a bit shaken. not because of really being a worm but just the helplessness that comes with losing your entire body and existence and what you deem useful about yourself . i think this goes for all of them, though

he’s okay

NAVIA:

president, leader, boss, commander-in-chief of the spina di rosula. my girl !!

you think anything’s changing??? nuh uh

get her some nice soil and a piece of paper with letters on it. congratulations . you’re her translator now.

my sister said wormija board im dying

anyway

might be a little shocked at first and wonder what’s going on, but ultimately i think she’d have fun being a worm if she knew she was going to turn back. she’s sillay like that. i loove her

i think first and foremost she’d try to get the attention of you or other loved ones. might stay close to something of hers if there isn’t a way to reach someone quickly, to try and signal that she’s. herselfff

but like she’s having fun. she’s enjoying it. unbothered queen

so wormquette !! :3c

in wormification angst land, she would mourn her human body but if there’s no way to get it back, she’s not going to let it stop her. she’s been through hardship before. she has overcome it before and she can do it again.

would be the best worm president, leader, boss, commander-in-chief to ever live. for sure

girlypop. she eats. she would slay . beauty and brains even in a worm body. :3

would not be that picky about living space tbh . might like some decorations and a nice place to sleep, though. i think she’d like it being watered! unlike someone.

unbothered. moisturized. happy. in her lane. focused. flourishing.

she’d enjoy sweet fruits in particular! worm version of baked goods.

considering the people she’s lost to being dissolved though, being wormified is kind of funny. like . similar situation (losing your body etc) but she’s still here

:3

hehe. fate

worm angst…

i’m silly

promise

[herejusttosufferalong]

So did N post the Brazil restaurant pics and talk about it in an interview (a bit randomly) because she knew a lot of people were taking pics of them, and she wanted to control the narrative? Play it down and hush rumours? I don't recall her posting any other dinner photos during the tour?

Given the precise timing, I suspect the new photos/video that were released today may have been taken by staff who were under a 90-day NDA (from Part 1 release). I know of other photos that were posted in real time of L and N at the hotel restaurant. For some reason, they were not restricted to post? Maybe just a casual diner or guest? It just occurred to me that the two photos of them (on different nights) taken from a distance may have been screenshots from a video, as the quality is so poor? That's an interesting thought.

Then there's the NY Premiere videos. Why were some released in real time while others were released precisely 90 days after the release of part 1? Why would NDAs apply to some people but not others? Unless the videos posted today were purely by influencers via their official accounts and the other videos posted in real time were from random guests and anonymously leaked?

I'm confused as to why NDAs would be in place? Is it just a safeguard in case anything scandalous happened that would effect viewership numbers? And in the case of the Brazil hotel, just a general privacy thing? But why would it be limited to 90 days if that's the case? Unless they thought something would happen at the hotel that could effect viewership numbers?

Idk. I'm so confused about today. Particularly when you pair it with the week of posting from N. No surprises she posted something social awareness related today (all eyes on her) either because she anticipated today's events OR she had a look at her socials and saw that things had been posted and wanted to make the most of public interest. But still, why the lead up with her own cryptic and love-struck posts? And radio silence from L and all adjacents since he posted the Bridgerton bloopers?

Here are my key takeaways from today (and this week):

They spent a shit ton of time together in Brazil, and didn't get sick of each other. Even going to two separate restaurants in the hotel on one night. They had at least two outings together, without their teams in earshot, across two nights.

He enjoys grabbing her hand unnecessarily just as much as she enjoys grabbing his. Their level of physical affection is unsettling to me, even when certain adjacents are around.

Certain adjacents are just hanging around, whether they know they're being filmed or not. Where is the affection or physical comfort?

A few days before the Premiere, N posts a song about waiting for someone, asking them to give her 'a look again' to get things going. Then in the week leading up to the end of a 90-day period from Part 1 release (and possible NDA expiration), she proceeds to post about someone giving her a call after not hearing from them in a while, and admitting their love for one another (the caller expressing their feelings first). She then posts a song about getting it on with a person where there's no pretending, who knows her so well. Someone who makes her want to dress up and go dancing. Makes me think of that song she posted after S3 filming (I think) and possibly again during tour? - "we should kiss like real people do". What's this whole theme about pretending vs. reality? Being real/yourself vs. fake? What's this in relation to? I mean, I have a few theories...

I can feel it in my loins that the next few days are going to be enlightening, and could literally go in any direction. But did any of us predict this turn of events in what was suppose to be the 'dry period' before s4 filming begins??? This is honestly the best show I've ever watched.

.

[russellsppttemplates]

hiiii, I love your writing, this is for blurb night when you feel like writing, sorry I just had this idea but idk if you’ve seen that trend on TikTok where the bf gets asked who they would prioritise more there child, significant other or mother, sorry if this makes no sense, idc who it’s with

Note: thank you anon for enlightening me! I don't have tiktok, so I just wait for the content to migrate to Instagram, but I hadn't seen this one yet! Highly doubt it, but if you're like me and you don't know about this trend, here is the post!

"How would you do it, Lan?", you asked, sitting on the chair in the office as Lando rested on his swivelly chair, "who would come first: your mum, me or our future daughter?", you asked your boyfriend.

"Oh, okay, let me think first", he said, lacing his hands on top of his stomach and thinking about the subject.

"I was raised in a house where we were always put first", Lando began, "me and my siblings, that is, we were always my parents' priorities, so I'm leaning towards our future daughter first", he blushed a little at the thought of having a little girl with you in the future, the ring on his drawer not letting him lie about how much he wanted to get married to you.

"Then you, because even though you are your own person and we are together because we choose to be, I don't want my kids to grow up in a house where they don't see how much their parents love, worry and care about eachother. I'm talking snuggling and kissing in front of them and saying sweet words and compliments because then they'll know what to look for in their partner when or if they ever have one. Besides, if there are kids, that means we've made a promise to eachother that I wouldn't break", he smiled sweetly.

"And your mum to last?", you teased, knowing how much he loved his mother and how much she meant to him.

"It's not last, though!! It's not like I'm saying I don't like mum, I love my mum!", he defended himself, "but she has my dad, who also puts her first now that all the kids are sorted out!", he chuckled, "the kids will know how much they should value you and love you - it's not like I'm sending the wrong message - because I know we will love them and the cycle will just go on and on", he gestured, holding out his arms so you could cuddle him.

"That's one of the cutest things I've heard", you poked his nose, by the way, kids?", you quirked your eyebrow at him, loving the blush and flusteredness on his cheeks.

"You started it by mentioning our future daughter, can you imagine a mini you? There's no way I won't want to have a football team of them once we start", he tickled you, kissing your neck softly.

(Thank you for submitting an ask ✨️)

[retributory]

Thank you for the post saying Binghe wouldn't care if he found out Shen Yuan replaced Shen Jiu, I saw a post on that danmei confessions blog that was something like "Shen Yuan being compared to Helen of Troy is accurate bc they both bring ruin to those around them, since if people found out about Shen Yuan then Cang Diong would want Shen Jiu's body back for a burial (so they would basically exorcise Shen Yuan out of it I guess and he'd die again) and Luo Binghe would break up with him for not being able to trust him anymore" and that pissed me off so much bc like. Worstie how can you read the novel and be this wrong about everything in it. Personally I don't think people know Shen Yuan replaced Shen Jiu (except maybe Binghe) but if they found out about how he was forced to due to the System, like he was a hostage and cursed by some entity, they certainly wouldn't blame him or force him to leave. I mean literally the only person who would mourn Shen Jiu is Yue Qingyuan, and he likes the current Shen Yuan too! He wouldn't want him dead either. Idk how some people can misinterpret a novel's point this bad but I wish they'd stop talking about it as if they're facts

yeah idk the average user on that blog appears to be reading entirely different novels and you go in the notes and people are nodding sagely as if the posts make sense. like if the actual text of the novel disagrees with you i think you're just wrong lol.

and yeah they . . . pretty much have already guessed it isn't shen jiu anyways. like they don't know who it IS, or what exactly the truth of the situation is, because the system and such are out of their scope of knowledge, but they're quite confident in running theories like "qi deviation-induced amnesia and personality change," so they don't consider him the same guy anyways. they were actively shocked it WASN'T possession (though the possession theory is kind of correct. lol). it's also so weird to think that cqms would (for lack of nicer terms) give a fuck at all if sy DID maliciously possess sj. in the original timeline it's made pretty clear no one comes to sj's defense except yqy, because sj specifically desires that outcome. sj isn't some helpless baby at the whims of everyone around him - he specifically and intentionally seeks to ruin his own life and the lives of everyone around him, or at the very least make them as miserable around him as possible. thus, no one else likes or misses him at all, and in fact every peak lord at that meeting was jumping for joy that they got Other Guy instead of sj, which is a contributing factor to why they just decide to simply not call him out on it.

i also think (says guy who posts about svsss 3 times a day) people are like. taking it too serious. you're not supposed to be seriously considering lines of thought like that because svsss is a transmigration parody novel of xianxia power fantasies - whatever exists in the background exists purely to support the world of this satire. and while that certainly is a fun topic for meta - i enjoy reading posts like that! - it becomes irritating when the meta is framed as if somehow you are in the wrong for enjoying a novel the way it was intended to be enjoyed by the author, and that the only True way to enjoy it is through enlightened meta-contextual analysis that assumes all the characters are actually different people.

someone on that blog was like "why doesn't svsss expand on the lore and fights and characters!!!" because they don't matter to the story my friend. not every novel is lord of the rings. this is xianxia transmigration parody novel my friend. just read . . . an actual stallion novel. actually really do that because then you'll form a connection with sy because these things are written SO bad and then you'll understand him LMFAO

[beiasluv]

omg ok so i was reading ur work and i live for it 🤭🤭 i was wondering. if you could do what a first kiss would be like for neteyam and loak with the reader 🫣🫣🫣 idk if u have done this yet, feel free to ignore if u have 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔 (also ur work makes me want to ascend to a third plane if enlightenment)

first kiss | neteyamm + lo’ak

a/n: your words made me wanna ascend as well, thank you hon 😙 enjoyy

masterlist

neteyam

AHem, where do i begin?

back in the days, when neteyam was just a fifth teen years old na’vi, he was gifted with the best gift he had ever received yet

on his birthday, the clan of omaticaya planned celebrated and feasted in honor of toruk mokto’s first born.

well, that is what they planned to do, but neteyam had other plans. boy snuck out and met you under the tree of souls

you asked him to meet you at this particular time, and he wouldn’t miss it for you, even if it means sneaking off his own party

to say that you are his mate isn’t the most correct or wrong statement. you guys met long before anything had happened, and let’s say something bloomed between you two.

neteyam, obviously, the golden child, the oldest, and the big brother of the family. when it comes to everything, he is considerate and caring ALL. THE. WAY.

and first kiss isn’t out of the list, hell, it might even be on top of the list, maybe…

“hey, y/n, what’s the matter?”

“oh, hi, nete, i was- um- er…going to give you a gift,” you scratched your neck. “but i um, i think i forgot it.”

“really? so what were you planning to give me?” he smirked at your flustered demeanor.

“erm…i was um…fuck it! neteyam, haveyoueverkisssomeonebefore?” you broke eye contact with the grass to met his glowing yellow eyes.

“…no? why?”

“t-then…i wanna give you my first kiss…” without another word, neteyam crashed his lips onto yours and tasted it like a starved man. of course, he is the big brother, and he got those charms and all the tricks up his sleeves, but that this moment, he didn’t cared. if he had a little more sense in his system, then he might just go a little softer on your pouty lips, or maybe he would’ve taken care of your face first.

but what can he say? he is drunk in your scent and your lips, can’t take his mouth off you, even if he wanted to. your lips tasted like the sweetest honey on pandora, and the softest clouds he ever flown through.

you felt a swollen sensation in your lower lips, and just as you thought, he was nibbling onto it, “is this okay, sweetheart?” sucking your lips like a starved man, he snaked his arms around your waist and pulling you close.

although his taste is too exquisite to leave, your breath was pounding on the door. you smacked his chest hardly and tried to pull away, but his grip is like an octopus clinging on to its prey. without any response from him, you snaked your tongue into his mouth and parted at your chance.

“neteyam! are you trying to kill me?!” you smacked his chest over and over again.

“hey, hey, who’s the one who offered me your first kiss?”

“well, at least i was being nice about it, you were trying to kill me on my first kiss,” you fake pouted and crossed your arms.

“then i would be glad to die to have you as my first kiss”

of course, he wasn’t expecting to act like that but can’t really blame him, can you? when you are offered a first kiss by your crush, and the ambiance is just perfect, he can’t really turn it down. as a matter of fact, he is STARVING for you.

imagine what a hard situation he was in, you kneeling on the ground, partially begging him, and offering your assistance to him?

HE IS DOWN BAD PEOPLE

of course, he was a sweetheart, asking you how you feel each step 🥺

definitely tasted the forbidden fruit. once he tasted you, he yearns for more and MORE. can’t have enough of you

well, the next time he promised to be more soft and passionate.

his big brother instinct came out to play. going tenderly on each step and always making sure you are comfortable.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME SIR? SIR, DO ANYTHING YOU WANT. pecking your lips, then, kissing them, then, sucking them, and basically grinding his lips against yours

overall, he is just a needy big baby 100/10

lo’ak

okay okay, LO’AKKK

he becomes so shy when it comes to you😭

being the reckless brother he is, he is always quick and fast-paced with your relationship. but definitely the best boyfriend you could’ve ever asked for

and your first kiss isn’t so different…

every time you called for him in the waters of the metkayina’s islands, lo’ak will drop everything and come to your side immediately

of course, it is a daily routine for you to cuddle with each other during eclipse hours. just a simple hours that you can spend together without the worries of the other na’vis

and, nobody can see you guys in the ocean. a win is a win, guys

you are probably the one, and only, comfort to his sanity. whenever his family is going too hard on him, he can always count on you every time

lo’ak just loves for you to hold him close and pamper him. so he basically grew a lot of feelings for you. especially, you are his first crush

the omaticaya girls were undoubtedly beautiful, but none of them caught his eyes. until…he entered the village of metkayina

just imagine him being to scared to confess to you for the whole time😭 will literally cry inside if you are talking to him about a boy

definitely, heard his brothers and other boys talk about how they like the kisses, and other business aHeM

lo’ak: WRITE THAT DOWN WRITE THAT DOWN

“man, you don’t know? girls love it when you suck their lips, it just give them butterflies”

“really?” lo’ak huffed.

“FOR. REAL. my guy, trust me”

“m’kay…”

“oh! and, don’t forget to use your tongue…hot stuff”

back at the ocean, he loves brushing his tails against your legs and wrapping it around your waist, to keep your from drifting away by the waves 😩

your legs brushing against each other under the water, keeping warmth spread around your skins.

not to mention that he loves tracing your skins and the delicates patterns under his finger tips 😩

the mood was just right, the sun is setting, and everything turned purple and pink. you couldn’t ignore his golden eyes staring towards you

your thoughts were pulled back when he disconnected the eye contact from your eyes down to your pouting lips.

“y/n…” he called you in his embrace.

“yes…?” you answered staring into his eyes

“can…i?” "yes...," that was your last word before lo'ak swooped in and held your lips against his. the wind was blowing and drifting you apart, but lo'ak's tail held you two close. he tasted your lips with a quick haste, taking a bite of bits and there

trying to stay afloat, you kicked your legs underwater; while your tail is swishing back and fourth. as if he discovered a hidden treasure, he couldn't get enough of your lips. just as you were about to pull off, he explored your tonuge with his. swirling around his and trying to escape his grasps, lo’ak dug deeper into your mouth. he tasted every bits he could.

feeling his fangs against your tongue, you parted your lips away from his and catch your breath. air entering your lungs like a waterfall, but seeing him opposite you, might’ve take your break away again.

“t- that WAS amazing, y/n…” he chuckled at your breathless expression.

“er…thanks” you laughed awkwardly.

“um, actually…i have something to tell you,” he confessed.

“yeah?”

“that was also my first kiss…”

anyways, we know that he is the sweetest boy eVER

all of that you’ve just read, it was actually within a span of one minute. he is our fast paced boy 💀

but later on, he learned how to become more passionate, and gentler. he learnt how to caress your cheeks, your hair, thighs, body, and EVERYTHING

our fast asf boi will learn how to become the sweetest man for you. and don’t get me wrong, HE IS THE BEST BOYFRIEND YOU COULD EVER ASK FOR

BASICALLY WORSHIPPING YOUR BODY

this boy couldn’t get his hands off you for eywa’s sake😩 just love holding your hands, your body, or even your hair. it’s just a grounding experience for him and a comforting one

CAN NOT go a day without your kisses. NEVER

OVERALL ROUGH AND PASSIONATE 1000/10 PERIODT

take care guys🤍 stay hydrated and go get some rest if you haven’t already got some

@rosaryos / @bumblinbumblvee / @nyotamalfoy / @fangirl-2610 / @astablacksword / @lokisblueskin

[arealtrashact]

What is the appeal/what do you like about Saw? I enjoy horror as a genre and have seen people post about saw a lot on here and had the opportunity to watch it so I did. But. I'm kind of confused? what I enjoy about horror is (a lot of different things, some of which are:) the anticipation, the contrast of good, pleasant times and the deeply horrific things which then happen, a plot that is unpredictable even if it's clear it will only end badly, I enjoy not knowing how exactly it will be bad and then the film slowly revealing that to me. Saw did very few of these things. Maybe it's just not a film for me, (I haven't watched many slashers and I can imagine they might be similar and it's just a subgenre I don't understand/am destined not to like?) but even so I just cannot understand what people enjoy about it??? from the get go it's grim and horrific, which means that when things get worse, they never really feel that bad because you have no example of goodness in that universe to compare it to? The characters are. Pretty two dimensional and also not necessarily likeable. Idk I could go on but I don't want to sound like a dickhead who loves the sound of their own voice writing a really critical review of something I don't understand. I feel like with the fanbase it has on this website, I must be missing something. Please enlighten me!!! And if you can't explain it I would love any articles/analyses of the franchise that go some way to explain why people like it if you know of any. Sorry for littering your inbox with this mini essay lol but I watched it last week and I'm still just like. Disappointed and confused and you're the first person on my dash to post something related to it so lucky you, you get to be the receiver of this ask !!! Thank you in advance if you even read this far lol, I'd really appreciate if you could point me in the direction of some kind of explanation !!! No worries if not tho, have a good rest of your week 🌻🧡

I think you had it when you said, 'Maybe it's just not a film for me'. It really is as simple as that.

There isn't always a deeper meaning or some secret detail everyone else who does enjoy it is privy to. There is no magic answer that will enlighten you into the appeal that something holds for certain people.

That being said, you shouldn't feel confused or left out by being perturbed by something as polarizing as Saw lol.

I can't answer for everybody who likes this franchise because I'm sure everyone has different reasons but speaking solely for myself : I like these movies for all the reasons you listed that you don't.

These films are like chicken soup for my soul, and have been since I was about ten years old. They make me laugh, they provide me with catharsis, and ( contrary to your statement) I find the characters very charming. I could wax on about what these movies did for me at that tender age but I am not in the habit of analyzing why I love the things that I do ( I think I'd find some patterns I wouldn't want to acknowledge /coughs/ ). All I know is that when Hello Zepp starts playing at the end of every installment, my heart swells with uncomplicated joy.

[xodeity]

exposé | pt 2

summary: a daily bugle journalist shows up to the spider-society headquarters, to set the record straight and write the first exclusive piece from leader miguel o’hara. pt 1

inspiration: c.ai prompt from @stormcurls_ & dividers from @anitalenia ۰ ۪۪۫۫ · 🩰

wc: 10.7k

content warnings: 18+ MDNI!!!, lowkey descriptions of reader?, prob contingency issues idk

a/n: i hate proofing sm so there may be mistakes i just wanted to publish this! + it’s my first time writing smut so it’s prob not good lo siento mucho

It’s been two weeks since your brief interview with Miguel and you promised him you would talk to his receptionist first. But when she gave you the workaround every time you called, you decided to show up, as it’s much harder to turn someone away in person. To your dismay, it wasn’t harder in person, just more demeaning to your self-esteem. The receptionist was brutally criticizing, after all, it was obvious you weren’t a Spider-person and the headquarters was a sacred spot for those who were.

That was reasonable, but ouch.

Miguel was filling out paperwork when he heard his office assistant on the phone, who appeared to be barely engaged in the argument that was ostensibly coming from the other line. He scowled as he heard the receptionist was giving someone a hard time for being a “normal person” and requesting an audience with him. He almost rolled his eyes in aggravation, that’s all it took for him to know it was you and he instantly picked up the receiver and spoke in a solid, authoritative tone.

"Put her through to me now." His tone left no room for probing and his associate was alarmed at his command, nevertheless doing it right away.

Soft breathing accompanied the other end as the woman you were speaking to was cut off abruptly. “Mr. O’Hara... Is this a bad time?” 

Your voice was like flowers blooming in his ears and Miguel's expression immediately softened as he heard your voice again. He didn't expect to hear from you again this soon, then again, he had very little sense of time, but he certainly wasn't complaining about it. 

"Princess. It's never a bad time for you." He leaned back in his chair, a small smirk forming on his face as he held the receiver to his ear.

“Oh... okay. I was trying to set an appointment like you told me to, but your receptionist doesn’t believe that you and I have any business together.” You clarified, turning around as the office personnel gave you disbelieving eyes, confused how you actually made it to Miguel how you did.

Miguel's smirk faded as he heard her words, and he let out a deep sigh in frustration, an annoyed look appearing on his face. "My receptionist, right... I'll have a word with her later. Don't worry about that. She'll put you through from now on, no matter what." His voice was firm, and there was a hint of... something there. Dare you say possessiveness?

“I don’t want to cause a stir, I’m sorry. I know you’re a very busy man and you can’t set aside time for just anybody.” Knowing already from his tone he was willing to clear his calendar if you asked, you still wanted to feign some manners.

Miguel's frown deepened, he hated hearing that apologetic tone in your voice. "Just anybody? You're not just anybody, princess. If you want to see me, I'll make time for you, no matter how busy I am." He paused for a moment, then continued in a lower, almost purring tone. "Besides... I quite enjoyed our last 'meeting', didn't you?"

“A little too much.” You mumbled, swearing at yourself again as you knew he picked it up. 

Miguel's smirk returned as he heard the muffled whisper, a low chuckle rising in his throat. She was very bad at hiding her feelings. He leaned back further in his chair and spoke in a low, amused tone. "What was that, princess? I didn't quite catch that last part."

Quick to lie and hopeful he would move on from her comment, you rebutted, “I just said that it was very enlightening but much too short. When can I see you again, I mean meet with you?” Did you sound too eager?

Miguel let out a minor huff as you hastily changed the subject. He knew damn well what you said, but he'd let you have dignity for now. He leaned forward in his chair again, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "How soon can you be here, princess? I'm sure I can squeeze you into my schedule if you get here right away."

His acceptance brought a giddy smirk to your face, “It’s a good thing you said that, because I’m downstairs and security won’t let me up without an escort.”

Miguel's grin widened into a modest smile at her words. He hadn't expected this, but he certainly wasn't complaining. He sat up in his chair and spoke in a commanding, but somewhat satisfied tone. "Is that so? Well then, that's good." He paused for a moment, then continued in a low, suggestive tone. "I'll be right down to collect you, princess. Stay where you are."

You waited patiently downstairs, avoiding eye contact with the security guard who was giving a snobbish glare that you didn’t belong here. The building was huge so you knew it would take a moment for Miguel to reach ground level, so you took the time to adjust the tight dress that accentuated your many curves. Knowing who you were dealing with this time made you crave his attention, as scary as it was, even more. You used this to your advantage to wear something that was very flattering on your voluptuous figure and took a little more time on your appearance.

Miguel walked out of the elevator moments later, his eyes effortlessly spotting you in the crowd, his gaze immediately settling on your figure. His eyes roved over your curves, the way your dress squeezed you just right, and a low, appreciative hum rose in his throat.

He walked towards you, closing the distance with only a few strides of his long legs. A small, shameless smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he stopped in front of you, his eyes unabashedly drinking in every detail of you. "You know, no one in this lobby can take their eyes off you. They're all ogling you, princess."

A deep blush hit your cheeks immediately, and you were quick to shift your belongings in front of your chest, self-conscious at his compliment that meant to do the opposite for your self-esteem. “I think they’re actually just ogling you, sir.”

Miguel chuckled as he watched you blush and move around subconsciously, you were obviously a bit flustered from the thought of people watching you so intensely, at least in his mind. "They're not looking at me, princess. They're looking at you... because you are utterly beautiful." 

He paused for a moment, then he reached out and gently took you by the elbow, his large hand wholly enveloping your smaller arm. His gaze darkened slightly. "And they have no right to look at you like that."

Thank God Miguel couldn’t hear your thoughts, her brain was moving a thousand miles per second. The effect he had on you was palpable, and you can see it on more than just your face. He could smell you, from your perfume to the excitement that effervesced in your abdomen. Goosebumps littered your skin where his hand touched your arm. 

Miguel could see the effect he had on you vividly and smirked. He could almost hear your heart pounding in your chest as you blushed and your skin reacted to his touch. Tightening his grip on you ever so slightly, he led you into the elevator, where his large hand completely enveloped your arm. The elevator doors closed, and they were alone, just the two of them in the large space, that felt so confined with the way the tension took up all the room.

He glanced down at you for a moment, his smirk growing slightly as his eyes roved over her form again.

You turned to meet his gaze, speaking before he had the chance to, “Thank you for saving me.”

Miguel chuckled slightly as she spoke, his gaze meeting you. He took a step closer to her in the lift, only a few inches separating them. He still had a hold on your forearm, his grip firm but not painful. He would be lying if he said his hero complex was basking in the glory of you, his little fangirl that would do anything for him, it stroked his ego as thoughts of you stroking his cock flooded his mind.

"I'm always happy to save a pretty lady from prying eyes." He leaned in slightly, towering over you. He looked down with a dark, intense look in his eyes.

As much as you’d fantasized having a moment like this with your superhero crush, you knew you had to get work done before indulging in personal pleasures, so you were forced to change the subject. “And to think that the last time I saw you, you almost tore me to shreds for showing up in your office at 7 o’clock at night.”

Miguel smirked slightly, fascinated by you but turned on. He remembered that last time all too well, the way you had stumbled and stuttered through your personal questions. And the way you had looked in that short dress, all flushed and nervous.

He took another, more deliberate step forward, bringing them almost chest to chest in the small elevator. He leaned down slightly, his face tantalizingly close to yours, his voice low and rough. "I wasn't being entirely inviting at that time, princess. I can’t just trust anyone who walks through the dorm no matter how gorgeous they are.” He paused, fighting the urge to play with your loose curls. “I was just... In a particularly bad mood, I guess."

“Which villain was it that time?” Was he allowed to disclose that information to her? Her voice matched his low volume, the tension thick. Even though it was a large elevator, his body surrounded you and it made you feel like the only person in the world. It was dizzying.

Miguel chuckled, a low, gruff sound that sent a shiver down your spine. He leaned closer, so close that your noses were nearly touching, and his hand slid from her elbow to her hip, his large hand enveloping it entirely. He had her practically pinned against the wall of the elevator, his body towering over you, his presence surrounding her. "It was Electro. He was being an absolute pain in my ass, and I had a shitty enough day already at that point."

“I’m sorry,” Your eyes began to flutter short as his lips were almost touching your glossy coated lips, but a DING! pulled you away from him as quickly as you had the moment.

Miguel's smirk widened into a small smile as she began to flutter her eyes, your gaze growing lidded as his lips neared you, but the not-so–sudden stop of the elevator snapped both of you back to reality. He took a reluctant step back, his hand leaving your hip as he reached out to place it on the small of your back instead, guiding you out of the elevator as you reached his floor. He led you through the hallway, walking beside you with his hand on your back, the heat from his touch seeping through the dress’s thin material and burning into your skin.

You didn’t mean to shrug off his touch, but you didn’t want anyone to look at you weird, like they would some random woman sleeping with Miguel for fame and notoriety. You didn’t work this hard for your reputation to be tainted like that.

Miguel's expression darkened slightly at her action as she shrugged off his hand. He noted the way she seemed to be nervous about anyone seeing them together, and he didn't like it. He wanted you to be proud to be seen with him, not ashamed and nervous. He kept his hand on the small of your back, moving you along with him as he led her down the hallway, force with more pressure than before so you couldn’t push him away again. He leaned in close to you, his voice a low, rough whisper in your ear. "You don't have to worry about anyone else here but me, princesa. I'm the boss here."

“Yes sir.” You whispered, following him into his office as he shut the blinds for the office staff to see into. After Miguel closed the window, he obscured the view into his office from the rest of the Spider-Society. He turned around to face you, a small, possessive smirk on his face as he watched her.

"Good girl."

He closed the expanse between them, crossing the room to stand in front of you and closing you in against his desk. He placed his hands on the edge of the desk, on either side of your thighs, effectively trapping her against his desk and his body.

“Miguel... I must work on this article.” You whispered, not wanting this moment to end, although it was everything you ever dreamed of.

Miguel chuckled deep in his throat, the sound low and rough. He leaned down, his face only a few inches away from you, his eyes roving over her. He enjoyed having her pinned against his desk like this, trapped with no way to get away from him. "Work can wait, princess. Let me play with you a little bit first." He leaned in even closer, his body practically pressed against yours as his mouth neared, and his voice was huskier than you’ve ever heard it.

You grabbed his tie to pull his mouth close to yours, inviting him to finish what he started just to ultimately tease him. “I prefer to not be bent over this desk, so can we please get some work done first? I am on a deadline after all.”

Miguel chuckled, a low, rough sound in his throat. He was more than happy to continue what they’d started, but he supposed he could wait a little longer. "Fine, fine. We’ll get some work done first, princess." He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above yours as he spoke. "But afterwards, you’re all mine. Understood?”

“Yes sir...” You whispered, biting your lip, nodding agreement.

"Good girl…" Miguel leaned in, capturing your bottom lip between his teeth and biting it gently before pulling back with a smirk. He finally let go of you, taking a small step back and clearing his throat to compose himself. "Now, let’s finish this piece so we can get back to… more important things."

“So eager, Mr. O’Hara. Who holds the cards now?” You said with a smirk as you sat in the comfortable chair and pulled out your notes. Your words were ironic considering the scene that just played out on top of his workstation, you at his complete mercy, but neither of you would comment on that.

Miguel chuckled as you sat down with a newfound confidence, his smirk never leaving his face. He was still itching to continue what they'd started a few minutes earlier, but he could be patient. "Don't get too cocky, princess.” He leaned back against his desk, crossing his arms as he watched you start to take notes. “But it’s cute that you think you have any control right now….”

“The tent in your pants says otherwise...” You purred in a sing-song voice.

Miguel’s eyes darkened further at your words, his smirk growing wider. “Watch it, princess. You’re going to get me all worked up again and I won’t hold back this time.”

His eyes roved over her body, taking in the form of her dress and the way it clung to her curves, still slightly tousled from your interaction. He ached to touch you again, but he knew it. You smirked and playfully rolled your eyes, before opening the binder and turning on the recorder.

Miguel let out a low chuckle, enjoying the way her playful eye roll made him want you even more. He pushed himself off the desk and took a seat in the chair directly across from you, leaning back in his chair and crossing his ankles. He still couldn’t keep his eyes off that dress, the way the fabric clung to every divot. He leaned forward, resting one elbow on the desk and his chin on his palm as he looked at her.

"Alright, princess. Let’s hear what you’ve got for me."

Not holding back, you located the first question you prioritized since you were here last. “If you could say anything to JJJ, what would it be?”

Miguel smirked, his expression darkening at the mention of the old man. The thought of the reporter and his constant slandering of him made his blood boil. Well, she was straight to the hard-hitting questions, and it threw him only slightly off guard.

"If I could say anything to JJJ? I would tell him that he’s a narrow-minded, self-righteous, bigoted prick who’s just jealous that I'm a million times more successful than he’ll ever be." His tone was the opposite of what it was a second ago, thankfully he didn’t see you as an extension of your dad, or who knows how he would have treated you?

“You must know that in every universe that we know of, he hates Spider-man in each one. That makes his hatred canon, doesn’t it? Isn’t that an important concept for you.” You spoke into the microphone watching his reaction tentatively.

Miguel’s expression clouded at the question, the mention of JJJ’s revulsion for Spider-Man in every universe bringing back hostile memories. He stiffened at the reminder, and his voice came out rougher than before. “Yes, I'm well-aware that he hates Spider-Man in every universe. And yes, it seems his hatred is a sort of canon event. What’s your point?”

“Keeping that in mind, do you think that his unorthodox approach is partially a driving factor for making Spider-Man the great guy that he is?”

Miguel recoiled even further at her question, the thought of JJJ being in any way a contributing factor for Spider-Man’s greatness was like a knife in his side. “You’re saying that JJJ’s unhinged hatred actually helps push Spider-Men to be the heroes they are…” He considered your words, his expression slowly turning into a reluctant grimace as he failed to admit they could possibly carry some truth.

“Maybe a little. I don’t agree with his ways whatsoever, but they continue to prove him wrong each and every day he opens his mouth. What’s that saying about enemies making you strive for more?” You practically reached out to find the phrase on the tip of your tongue, but coming up short.

Miguel’s expression softened slightly as he considered her words further. He still despised JJJ and everything he stood for, but he had to admit that there was a sort of truth in what you said.

“I suppose you have a point. Having a powerful enemy who always doubts and undervalues you could push someone to prove them wrong. To be better than they ever thought you could be…” He paused for a moment before continuing, his eyes narrowing as he looked at you. “But that doesn’t excuse all the vile lies and slander he spews. And I don’t owe him a thing for my success, I did it by myself.”

“Of course,” You whisper to the man, grabbing the recorder to make a mental note. “Let it be known that this author does not agree with the political or overall stances of J. Jonah Jameson. And that this part should segue into a metaphor for both extremes, hate or love.”

Miguel watched you intently, reminding himself to simmer down, a flicker of curiosity sparking in his eyes as he listened to the commentary. The way you spoke, so confidently and with a hint of fiery determination, was intriguing to him. He leaned back in his chair once again, watching carefully as you continued to scribble notes into the binder sitting atop your lap.

"So, you believe that JJJ’s vitriol and hatred can be seen as a sort of extreme, just like how an excess of love and adoration can also be harmful?" he asked, his tone more curious than defensive this time.

“Yes, that’s a great point, Miguel.” You nodded eagerly, it wasn't exactly what you were going for, but it helped prove the point you wanted to make in this paper.

Miguel nodded slowly, mulling over the words that lingered in the air. He was surprised at how much he was enjoying this conversation, how these differing ideas and insights were making him see things from a different perspective. "Interesting..." he mused, his gaze roaming over her again. "That’s a unique take. I must admit I haven’t thought about it that way before.”

“Let’s move on past that horrid man for a second, we will circle back, I promise. Are there times where you consider giving up Spider-Man?” The question spilled out before you read it fully, making you pause as you asked him something so personal, having a brief idea of what happened to him.

Miguel’s face darkened at the question, the thought of giving up being Spider-Man making a wave of emotions flood his insides. Fear, sadness, anger, guilt... He had contemplated the idea of giving up being Spider-Man many times in the past, but he always managed to push those thoughts down.

“There have been moments where I’ve considered it, yes…” he said slowly, his voice hoarse. “When things got too difficult, or the losses became too hard to bear…” 

His silence as his mind filled with negative memories was clear to you, and you wanted to help in any way you could. “The burden on your shoulders is immense and incomparable. Surely, that must be overwhelming at times.”

Miguel let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumped as he continued to lean back in his chair. "It is… incredibly overwhelming.” He paused for a moment, his eyes locking onto you as he continued in a quieter, more vulnerable tone.

"There have been times when I’ve felt like I’m drowning, like the weight of being Spider-Man and the responsibility for the multiverse is too much for me to bear. But I can’t give up… I can’t let everyone down…” Miguel let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumped as he continued to lean back in his chair.

“You don’t have much time in your life for relationships, do you?” Not asking for yourself but rather, it being a question on your mind for all the Spider-People, they sacrificed more than people think to do a job they didn’t ask for.

“It’s not fair to be with someone when your life is filled with so much danger… so much pain…” His attention diverted, looking at a random object in the space, and you could hear the pain in his voice.

“That’s why you surround yourself with others like you, so they can protect themselves if need be.” Your arms laid across your laps, your heels involuntarily clicking in the quiet space.

Miguel nodded in agreement at her words, a flicker of acknowledgement crossing his face. She wasn’t wrong; surrounding himself with other Spider-People meant that they could understand his life and keep themselves safe if the need arose. He paused for a moment before speaking again, his voice quiet and hesitant. “But it still doesn’t make it easy… to push away the people you care for. The people you want to be with.”

“I can’t even imagine. All that you’ve sacrificed for others, to keep them safe, and you’re vilified for it every day. How do you have the strength to move on?”

Miguel let out a bitter chuckle at her question, the weight of his sacrifices and the daily vilification he received was a constant burden on his shoulders. “The strength to move on… well, sometimes I don’t have it. Some days are harder than others, and the weight of it all threatens to consume me.” He paused for a moment, letting out a shaky breath as he continued in a quieter voice. “But I keep going… for the people who depend on me. For the multiverse. For Spider-Man.”

“The true meaning of a hero...”

Miguel let out a huff of a laugh at her words, a bittersweet smile crossing his face. The mention of the “true meaning of a hero” hit a chord deep within him, stirring up all the conflicting emotions he harbored. He looked at her once again, his gaze roaming over her form before he spoke again, his voice quieter than any time before. "Is that how you see me… as a hero?"

“You’ve always been my hero, ever since I was a teenager.” You admitted shamelessly, memories flooded of all the times he saved your city when you were growing up. Younger you would have never expected that you would have even had the chance to talk to Spider-Man in this capacity.

Miguel’s breath hitched in his throat at her words, his heart stuttering in his chest. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, the fact that she saw him as her hero sat heavy on his heart. He didn’t know what to say, how to react to her admission. The lump in his throat threatened to choke him, the emotions swirling through him too much to handle. His voice came out hoarse and quiet when he finally spoke again.

“Even after all I’ve done… all the mistakes I’ve made… you still see me as your hero?” His voice wavered so slightly from his mean and collected demeanor, it ticked at you softly.

Thinking thoroughly before replying, you tried to read him to know what he needed to hear, but you meant every word of it. “I know at the end of the day, you have to do what’s right. It won’t make everyone happy but it’s what is needed.”

Miguel’s heart swelled at your words, the faith and understanding in him making his chest ache with a mixture of gratitude and desire. He leaned forward in his chair, his gaze locked onto you as he spoke once again. “You have more faith in me than I have in myself... But that’s the thing about heroes, isn’t it? They’re flawed, they make mistakes, but they keep going because they have to do what’s right. Even if it means sacrificing everything they have.”

“Sure, you’re still human at the end of the day. But if there’s a chance to save a family from a sinking car but you could potentially die, you would drown in a heartbeat, if it meant that family could live to see another day. And not everybody could say they would risk their life for a stranger.” This interview was starting to feel more like the therapy sessions he avoided at every chance he got. No need to dredge up things he couldn’t change.

Miguel let out a soft chuckle, the words striking a chord within him. You were so spot-on with the description, understanding him in a way he didn’t think was possible. He leaned back in his chair once again, a hint of a smile on his face. “You’re right… I would do it in a heartbeat. Even if it meant my own death… because that’s what being a hero is all about. Selfless sacrifice. Doing what is right, no matter the personal cost.”

“Let’s shift the topic a bit, Mr. O’Hara. I’ve heard rumors that there’s been a rift in the multiverse because of another dimension’s Spider-man and Dr. Strange. Can you comment on this, or confirm it?” You knew you were pushing your luck with this question, but you had a feeling he trusted you enough to keep it secret.

Miguel’s expression blackened at her mention of the multiversal rift, the memory of the recent event still fresh in his mind. “Yes, the rumors are true. There has been a disturbance in the multiverse due to the actions of the Earth-616 Spider-Man and Doctor Strange.”

He paused for a moment before continuing, his voice more serious and troubled than before.” The two of them interfered with the natural flow of events in a way that threatened the stability of multiple realities. Their actions resulted in the disruption of the canon and the creation of anomalies across multiple universes.”

When you asked him how their actions would affect your universe, Miguel’s expression grew even more serious as he considered her question, the implications of the multiversal disturbance long have been weighing heavily on his mind. “It’s difficult to say for certain how it will affect our universe specifically, but the ripple effects of such a significant disturbance in the multiverse could have far-reaching consequences. It could potentially lead to the destabilization of reality as we know it, leading to more anomalies, disruptions, and possibly even the collapse of entire universes.”

“Oh shit… do you want me to leave that out of my article? I can’t imagine the hysteria it would create.” You leaned in and whispered, putting your hand over the recording microphone.

Miguel let out a weary sigh at the question, the thought of the ultimate chaos it would cause in their universe if this information was leaked making his head spin.

“Yes… please… keep that out of your article. It’s not something that needs to be made public, not yet. We’re still trying to assess the full extent of the damage and figure out what we’re dealing with. The last thing we need is for people to panic.”

“It’s the least I could do, you’ve been so kind to me. Well you didn’t trust me at first, and probably still don’t, but you’ve been… welcoming...” You smirked at the man, jotting at your notes as you crossed out dud questions that made no sense to ask anymore.

Miguel chuckled softly at your comment, his heart stuttering at the smirk you directed towards him. He couldn’t deny that he hadn’t trusted you at first, your presence being unexpected and unfamiliar. But here he was, willingly engaging in conversation, answering questions he had sworn he wouldn’t ever. “I’ll admit, I had reservations about this interview… and I still don’t trust you completely,” he said, his voice holding a hint of jest. “But… I enjoyed our conversation. More than I care to admit.”

“Can I let you in on a secret, since you told me one?” You whispered as you leaned in.

Miguel’s eyebrows lifted in surprise at the question, his curiosity piqued at the idea of you sharing a secret with him. He leaned back in his chair, his body language conveying his interest. “A secret, huh?” he said, a hint of a smile on his face. “Sure, go ahead. I’m all ears.”

“I’m writing an exposé on J Jonah Jameson. I have my connections at the Bugle, as I told you I work there... of sorts. I’m going to expose him as a fraud and render everything he’s said about you a baseless lie, for his own personal gain. But in that, I wanted to publish to the world who you are, the Spider society, all you do for the world behind closed doors. I know how to get around his approval for publishing, and I intend to blow him so much out of the water, he won’t be able to swim for the rest of the year.”

Miguel’s eyes widened in surprise at her revelation, his heart thudding loudly in his chest. You were going to expose Jameson for the fraud he was and use the opportunity to publish the truth about Spider Society as well. He couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing.

“You’re going to publish an exposé on Jameson? And reveal the truth about the Spider Society?” he asked, his voice wavering with a mixture of shock and awe. “Are you crazy?”

“A little, but I think it’s necessary. Maybe I can’t fight villains, but I can take him down, without talons or fangs.” You shrugged, sipping the water Miguel had given you. “That is, if you’re okay with it.”

Miguel was silent for a moment, mulling over her words in his mind. The idea of the truth about the Spider Society, and the work they do, being revealed to the world was both exciting and terrifying. Although people were now more aware of them, getting this attention, “You are crazy…” he murmured, a hint of admiration in his voice, “but I suppose I can’t question your courage, or your determination.”

He paused for a moment before continuing, his voice more serious. “But publishing something like this… it could have serious repercussions. You understand that, right?”

“I’ll post it anonymously if I have to. But it doesn’t matter, my sacrifice means nothing to the millions you’ve made.” Your words were nonchalant, you’ve thought about this long before you even showed up at this building.

Miguel fell silent at her words once again, her determination and selflessness stirring up a maelstrom of emotions inside of him. He was used to dealing with heroes, people with the power to change the world, but you were different. You were ordinary in every way, yet you were willing to put your credibility and job on the line to make a difference. He couldn’t help but admire that.

“You’re something else…” he murmured, a hint of awe in his voice, “sacrificing yourself to save others… that’s a trait not many have.”

“Funny… I said the same thing to you.” You giggled, knowing he was giving way too much credit.

Miguel chuckled softly at your response, his heart thudding loudly in his chest at your words. He watched your every move as you made your way around the desk, his gaze following you. The sight of you sitting on the corner of his desk, so close to him, your legs tantalizingly close to his own, was making him feel completely unhinged. He could feel desire coursing through him, his eyes locking onto you, a hint of hunger shining within them.

“Well Miguel, this has been rather riveting, but I think our time is up. I would love to come back another day when I have more questions to ask you.” You had to admit, not wanting this moment to end just yet.

Miguel couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment at your words, the desire to keep you close, to keep talking to you, growing stronger. But he tried to remain composed, despite the raging desire coursing through him. He nodded his head.

“Another day then…” he said, his voice a little hoarse. “You’re welcome to come back whenever you’d like…” He paused for a moment before continuing, his eyes roaming over your form, the desire to touch you almost overwhelming. He couldn't forget the scene that played out a few minutes ago, before you went on work mode.

“I’d like to shadow your day-by-day duties, forgo the dangerous parts.” You weren’t sure he would go for it, but it was worth a shot. What better way to convince people to change their opinions by detailing the good things they do?

Miguel’s eyebrows lifted in surprise at her request, the idea of having her around him, witnessing his daily duties, being both exciting and dangerous. He leaned back in his chair, mulling over her words for a moment before responding.

“You want to shadow me?” he repeated, a hint of incredulity in his voice. “Are you sure you’re not just looking for another reason to annoy me?”

You feigned fake shock, “You think I’m annoying?” 

Miguel let out a soft scoff at your mock innocence, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Oh, don’t act coy with me, cariño. You know you’ve been getting under my skin since the moment you walked through that door.”

“And you’ve been trying to get under my clothes since you saw me in the lobby.” You were quick to respond, quirking an eyebrow.

Miguel felt heat rush through him at your bluntness, your words igniting the desire within him even further. He couldn’t deny that he had been thinking of what it would be like to touch you, to kiss you but he couldn’t let her know just how badly you’d gotten under his skin.

“Where did you get that idea, princesa?” he retorted, his voice a touch huskier than before.

“The octave changes in your voice, the shifting in your seat, most definitely what you said to me when you met me downstairs. Just some options.” Your legs were crossed, reading him like a book.

Miguel couldn’t deny your points, your observations being spot on. He felt exposed, like you could read him like an open book. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes roaming over you once again as he spoke.

“You’re quite observant, aren’t you?” he said, a hint of irritation in his voice. “It’s really infuriating, if I’m being honest.” Miguel let out a soft scoff, a mix of annoyance and desire coursing through him. The fact that you were so casually flirting with him, so effortlessly getting under his skin, was both maddening and alluring. “Oh, you’re enjoying this too much, aren’t you?” he retorted, his tone dripping with both irritation and a hint of admiration.

“First time I met you, I was a timid fangirl and today I’m the bold reporter... What can I say? Your confidence is contagious.” You nodded,

Miguel couldn’t help but feel a rush of pride at your words, even though he desperately tried to fight it. “My confidence, huh?” he said, a hint of a smile on his lips, “You say that like it’s a good thing. I thought you said I was arrogant?”

“Also egotistical, cold, shut off- to name a few.” Miguel let out a scoff at your brutal honesty, his heart fluttering at the list of his flaws… all of which were true, he couldn’t deny that.

“Gee, thanks for the list of my charming qualities,” he retorted sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “I appreciate that.”

“Personally, I find it attractive. It shows me you only act differently with me. The jealousy radiating from your female employees tells me that too.” The sole of your shoe clicking was the only sound filling the room as he formulated a response for you.

Miguel couldn’t deny the sense of satisfaction he got from her words. The idea that he acted differently towards you than he did others to the point that you noticed, it sent a thrill through him. And the fact that his female employees were apparently jealous of your presence only made him feel more possessive.

“You’re observant, I’ll give you that,” he said, his voice a little huskier than before, “But I act differently around you for a reason, cariño.”

“And why is that?” A smirk was on your face, as you chewed your cheek.

Miguel couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle at the question, his heart pounding loudly in his chest as he spoke. “Why do you think, mi querida?” he said, his voice lowered. “You’ve gotten to me in a way no one ever has. You make me feel… unhinged, out of control.”

Your eyes flickered between his eyes and his lips, allowing yourself to lean into and accept the kiss he was flirting with in front of you, the passion and butterflies exploding in your stomach on the spot.

Miguel exulted in your consent, and it fueled his desire for you further. His hands moved from the edge of the desk to your hips, grabbing you roughly and pulling your body flush against his. He deepened the kiss, his lips moving hungrily against yours. He could feel the heat and passion in himself flow like whiskey on a bad day. It was intoxicating, the way your body felt against his, small and delicate, but fiery and wanting even more.

Your hands cupped his stubbly jaw as you parted your mouth for him, your dress starting to bunch up your smooth legs from the friction of his chinos against your body. Miguel groaned into your mouth as she held his face in your soft hands, while his hands migrated from your hips to the spot where your dress was riding up your legs. As you pressed against him so tensely, he couldn’t help but slide his hands down, his fingers trailing along the bare skin of your thighs.

You and Miguel continued to devour each other atop his desk without a care in the world, your bodies pressed against each other in the small space. Miguel's hands curiously wandered around your body, exploring and caressing the soft skin, until he felt the cotton of your underwear. Heat radiated from you, and a small whimper slipped past your lips as his touch was unexpected but the perfect gift. The heat and passion between them were tangible, the only thing left was to follow the natural course of their desire.

He couldn’t fight the urge this time, giving into his urge to make you a moaning mess underneath him. His head retracted slightly so he could watch you intently, as his fingertips lightly dragged against the sensitive spot that so many other men obviously miss. You threw your head back in reaction, your hips bucking up to meet his fingers again. 

He watched you contort in pleasure, his own pleasure coming solely from watching you get off on his fingers. That timid girl was melting in his palm, sprawled across his desk, and he didn’t have to do much to satisfy her due to the two-week long foreplay he put you through.

A knock at Miguel’s door suddenly sounded, someone checking in after hearing all the sound they were making. He groaned in frustration as you two were interrupted by the knock at the door. He reluctantly pulled away, his eyes still darkened with lust and desire and his voice hoarse as he called out. "What do you want?"

“Is everything okay in there? We heard there was some weird fangirl downstairs trying to see you, but she disappeared.” A feminine voice replied, his eyes immediately rolling as he resumed his actions with his hands under your skirt.

You giggled quietly, muffling yourself with your hand, watching how Miguel reacted only to have to actually muffle the filthy noise that threatened to spill past your lips. Miguel's eyes flickered to you, giving a warning look with his eyes to be quiet. Your orgasm was impending only seconds later under the care of his skillful touches.

Miguel chuckled softly, a low, rough sound. "Everything’s fine. I’ll be out in a few minutes." He paused for a moment, watching your face contorted in pleasure as he chased your high, the worry of the door opening while you were vulnerable excited you more than you ever thought it would. Licking his lips as he intently watched you recover from your orgasm, he continued talking to the employee in a cold, authoritative tone. "And no one else is to bother me in here for the rest of the night."

“You got it, sir.” The voice called back and left, her footsteps scurrying off pretty quickly, surely to gossip with her desk mates about the noises she heard coming from the boss’ office.

You just looked at Miguel, catching your breath as you held onto his bicep for support. A few moments passed and you felt self-conscious again, wanting to shrink away from him before someone barged in for real. 

He let out a low chuckle as you attempted to slip out from under him, but he wasn’t about to let you get away that easily. He wanted to make you cum again and again, but he knew he couldn't watch for much longer. Grabbing your hips, he stopped you from moving away as he pulled her flush against his body again.

"Oh no, baby. You’re not going anywhere." He smirked as he held you against him, his clean hand gripping your thighs harder. "We’re not done here."

You wanted more, to do for him what he did for you but not here. “Would you like to walk me to my car?”

Miguel felt his heart skip at your words, a wave of desire coursing through him once again at the thought of spending even more time with you. He stood up from his position over you, smoothing down his suit jacket, his eyes locking onto you.

“Lead the way,” he said, gesturing for you to exit the office. Walking out of his office, they were met with multiple pairs of eyes, especially from the women you mentioned earlier.

As they walked through the office, leaving the sanctuary of his office, Miguel could feel the eyes of his employees on them. Some of the female employees in particular were giving you hostile looks, their jealousy and anger clearly visible in their gazes.

Miguel smirked slightly at their glares, the possessive pride flaring within him as he walked with you by his side. He felt his jaw clench as he saw the male employees checking you out as they passed by the bullpen. He could feel a possessive anger flaring up within him, a wave of jealousy crashing over him at the sight of their gazes. He resisted the urge to pull you closer to him, to make it clear that you were his. Miguel couldn’t bear watching the men ogling you any longer. He felt a sudden surge of possessiveness, a primal need to assert his dominance. Without a second thought, he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his side as they walked through the hallway.

You gushed at his actions, stepping into the elevator and resting into his arms as they rode the elevator down to ground level. Miguel felt you press into his side in the elevator, your body molding against his own, and he held you tighter, pulling you closer. He could feel the heat radiating off your body, the intoxicating scent of her enveloping his senses. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the sight of the other men on the elevator, the clear message of possession and claim in his hold on you.

You grabbed his hand as you led him to your car, glancing around them to make sure no one was in the parking garage before pulling him close, inviting him to fulfill his desires.

Miguel was taken aback by your sudden action, his heart pounding loudly in his chest as she pulled him close to her. The parking garage was deserted, the area almost completely silent except for the sound of their ragged breathing and the sound of the gentle hum of the overhead lights. His desire overwhelmed any hesitations he might have had. He leaned in closer, his body pressing against you, his breath hot on your neck as he spoke. "You're driving me insane, cariño..."

“Then do something about it... don’t let me leave.” Miguel's restraint snapped at your blunt permission, the primal desire that had been building within him finally breaking free. He grabbed your wrists, pinning you against the hood of her car, his eyes dark with hunger and need as he looked down at you.

"You're mine," he growled softly, his body pressed intimately against yours, "And I'm not letting you go anywhere."

“I’m yours...” You hummed into his lips, content, the world around them disappearing under his touch. The sound of your surrender, your words claiming yourself as his, set Miguel's senses ablaze. He crushed his lips to you in a possessive kiss, his hands roaming over your body, desperate to feel you, claiming you as his own. The world around them faded into the background, the only thing that mattered was the feel of your body under his touch, the sound of your soft sighs and moans, the taste of you on his lips.

You're relaxed under his touch, grabbing his jacket lapels to pull him closer, melting into the kiss. “Miguel…” Whimpering, yearning for more, she knew she wouldn’t get that here.

The sound of her whimper sent a wave of desire through Miguel, his body growing taut with need. The way you were melting into him, yearning for more, was driving him wild. But he knew they couldn't do this here, not in the public parking garage.

With a groan of effort, he forced himself to pull back from you, his breathing ragged as he looked down at you. "Not here," he growled, "Come back to my place with me."

“But the thing you said about relationships-” You whispered, chewing her lip. His departure made you suddenly cold, aching for him to come back.

Miguel felt a pang of guilt at her words, reminded of the restrictions he had put on himself… on them. He had told himself that he couldn’t allow himself to get involved with someone outside the Spider Society, that his duties would always take priority. But as he looked down at you, the desire and need in your eyes, he found it increasingly difficult to cling to those restrictions. He pulled you closer, his voice a soft whisper.

"I know what I said... but I can't stay away from you, cariño. Come with me..." Miguel's heart leapt at her nod of agreement, a wave of relief and desire washing over him. The idea of having you alone and in his space was both thrilling and terrifying. Without another word, he took your hand and led her out of the parking garage and to the nearest alleyway.

As they stood in the shadows of the alley, he turned to you, his body aching with the need to touch you, to mark you as his own.

"We're taking a portal," he said, his voice a low growl, and you gave him a confused look as your brain was filled with lust and confusion. Miguel nodded, taking a step closer to you. The desire was thick in the air between them, the need to touch you was nearly suffocating him as you stood there innocent and inviting.

"To my dimension," he said, his voice a rough whisper. "We can't go through the entrance in this universe… I don’t live in this universe like you do." He gently took you by the hand, his touch possessive as he led you further into the darkness. He pulled a small device from his pocket, fiddling with the controls until a portal shimmered into existence nearby.

You hesitated, chewing your lip nervously as Miguel was ready to introduce you to a whole new unexplored world. “And is this safe for normal people?” 

Miguel paused at her question, his eyes scanning over her as if assessing you for any potential dangers. He knew that the portal technology wasn’t completely reliable, but he couldn’t ignore the intense need he had to have you. He took a step closer to you, his hand reaching up to gently cup your cheek, his voice soft but firm. "It’s safe... it might make you dizzy, but it won’t hurt you. Trust me, cariño."

“I trust you to keep me safe…” The words of her faith in him sent a wave of heat through Miguel, his body reacting instantly to your words. The need to keep you safe, to protect you, flared within him with an intensity he couldn’t ignore.

He gently took your hand, holding it firmly as he led you towards the shimmering portal. "I won’t let anything happen to you," he said, his voice rough with possessiveness. "Promise me you won’t let go of my hand.”

Miguel felt a rush of satisfaction at your promise to keep hold of his hand. The idea of having her close, his hand gripping yours tightly as they stepped through the portal… it made his heart pound with anticipation.

"Good," he murmured, his voice low and possessive. He stepped forward, pulling her into the portal with him.

The world around them dissolved into a dizzying array of colors and shapes, a brief moment of disorientation as they traveled through the void. But Miguel kept a firm hold on your hand, anchoring her to him as they moved through the wormhole.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, squeezing your eyes shut while the world around you practically vibrated, depending on Miguel for safety and comfort. He could feel your arms wrapped around his waist, your body pressing close to his as they traveled through the portal. The feeling of you clinging to him, completely reliant on him for safety, sent a primal wave of satisfaction through him. He held you tight, his free hand wrapping around you, pulling you closer.

He could feel your tremble, the vertigo of the portal travel taking a toll on you. He held you close, his voice a low whisper against your ear. "We’re almost there, cariño. Just a few more seconds.”

The world around them solidified once again, and they emerged from the portal into Miguel's New York City dimension. They were in an alleyway, surrounded by the towering buildings and the familiar sights of the city but they were different. More futuristic?

Miguel took a moment to steady you as you adjusted to the sudden change in their surroundings, his hands gentle yet firm on your hips. Once he was sure you were okay, he led you out of the alleyway and towards the entrance of his apartment building.

“Well, I can say I’ll never be able to find this place again.” You spoke quietly, looking around you in awe.

Miguel chuckled quietly at your statement, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as they entered the lobby of his apartment building. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of possessiveness, knowing that you were in his territory now, under his watch.

He laughed softly, his voice low as he led you toward the elevators. “I like the idea of you not being able to find your way out of here.”

“That’s a little creepy, but good thing you’re hot enough to pull it off.”

Miguel chuckled again at your comment, the possessiveness within him thrumming with approval. The elevator doors opened, and they both stepped inside, his hand resting on the small of your back as the doors slid shut behind them.

“I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or an insult,” he said, his voice a low growl. “But good to know I’m hot enough to keep you here against your will.”

“It wouldn’t be against my will...” You whispered, staring up at the large man.

Miguel felt a wave of desire shoot through his stature at your words, your voice barely more than a whisper. The way you were looking up at him, the hint of submission in your eyes… It was intoxicating.

He took a step closer to you, cornering you against the wall of the elevator. His body was enveloping your space, his voice a deep murmur. “That’s also good to know… I wouldn’t hesitate to keep you here, cariño. All mine to enjoy and keep safe.”

Miguel led you down the hallway, their footsteps echoing softly in the empty corridor. He kept a firm grip on your hand as they walked, his fingers intertwined as he navigated the path to his apartment. When you reached his door, he paused, turning to look down at you. His eyes scanned over you, taking in your every feature, the desire and possessiveness within him flaring hot.

“This is me,” he said, his voice low as he unlocked the door and pushed it open. He didn’t give you much time to process the gorgeous skyline unit, minimally decorated like nobody lived there, but still small hints of his existence.

Miguel’s kiss was dominant and demanding, his tongue claiming your mouth as he pressed you against the wall. His hands roamed your body, exploring your curves, his touch needy and possessive. The need to claim you as his own was overwhelming, and he knew he couldn’t stop himself.

He pulled back from the kiss, his breathing ragged, his voice a growl. “Bedroom, now.”

As his eyes glowed maroon and his fangs flashed through his lustful smile, the excitement pooled in your stomach at the sight. The memory of his fingers under your dress, bringing you to your sweet release was fresh on your mind. 

Slowly stalking towards you, he pushed you to fall back on his bed, the cushion making your body bounce slightly. Pushing yourself up to watch him, leaning on your elbows, you sat in silence, waiting for his next move.

His eyes were no longer focused on you, at least not your face. Kneeling in front of you, both of his hands pushed the fabric of your dress up, antagonizing slowly. Your head rolled back in response to the cotton tingling your skin with friction. Once your dress was to your hips with your underwear peeking out, he took the liberty to swipe his hands underneath your legs, not wanting you to do any work as he ravished you the way he wanted to all day.

“Oh…” He mumbled, fingertip dragging up the length of your slit, the shape defined by the wetness in your panties. “All for me?” Humming in happiness, you felt his curls tickling your thighs making your hips involuntarily buck. As a result, your slit bumped into his nose, you both moaned in unison. 

He pried your thong from your pussy, watching as the secretions stuck to your flesh, clinging to where they came from. Without warning, his middle finger petted at your entrance then plunged in deep. The words that left your mouth at this sudden attack weren’t real words, but he enjoyed watching you fall apart under his touch. 

“That’s right, let me hear those pretty sounds of yours.” He whispered, rubbing his nose at your clit which he knew you loved. The thought of you sitting on his face, using the ridges in nose to pleasure yourself came to mind, as he palmed himself through his pants to slow down his own excitement.

He tested you, stretched you, figured out the depth of your walls to the size of his fingers. With his middle finger buried in you, he added his ring finger too, and his tongue darting out to lap up your lubrication. So sweet, so perfect for him, so healthy, so delicious, his mind reeling as his slow and steady movement affected you so deeply but effectively. 

You began to squirm more under his grasp, his free hand pressing against your pelvis to keep you in place but also to apply pressure to your lower abdomen. He had experience in pleasuring women, and he was so happy to apply his skills to help you. 

You were needy, so pent up, so innocent, and he was going to break you for his personal gain. You knew this with the way he expertly fingered your pussy, knowing that no one would ever be able to replicate what he was doing for you. 

“Mi princesa, I want you to coat my fingers in your liquids. Can you do that for me?” His voice was a low rumble, vibrating into your core directly. You were a whimpering mess, held in place by his strong hand, coming undone at the seams. But you had to relax, you were so tense to control yourself, but he was giving you a direct order, and what good girl didn’t listen?

Your moans became louder by the second, as his fingers penetrated you harsher but still controlled, begging you to release. His chuckles and moans against your clit had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your back arching as he drained you, devouring every last drop of liquid that flowed out of you.

After coming down from your high, a moment you never wanted to leave, you picked your head up to look at him again, his mouth glossy as he sucked on each of his drenched fingers while keeping eye contact with you.

You wanted to thank him, but no sound left your mouth besides squeaks, still recovering with flustered breathing. He nodded his head, no thanks were needed, licking his lips as he admired your tired form underneath his. Pobrecita…

He stood to his full height, removing his belt in one deft swipe, removing his pants smoothly. You shifted your body to kneel in front of him, ready to pleasure him in return, but he caught the look in your eyes and shook his head. “No, I don’t want to cum in your mouth, I want to cum inside that pretty cunt.” 

“Okay, whatever you want...” You nodded, putting your hands back at your side while awaiting further instructions, his filthy words making you hyper aware of the pulsing you felt in your core.

He sat down next to you with his cock in his grip, it being almost three times the size of his large hand, leaning up against his headboard. Swallowing your saliva at the sight, your lashes fluttered open to look at him, not sure what he wanted you to do. He noticed this immediately, and he spoke again, “I’m sure a good girl like you loves missionary, but tonight you’re going to sit in my lap and ride me until I’m drained of every last drop. Do you understand me?” 

He was commanding and you scrambled to hover over his muscular thighs. With your hands on his shoulders, he lined himself up at your entrance, giving you a look to ask if you were sure. When you nodded your head, he made no hesitation to slam your hips down onto his. 

A garbled scream spilled from your lips, moving your hands into the curls on the nape of his neck as you held onto something for support. He didn’t want you to lift a pretty finger, he wanted to do all the work so he’s hauling your pussy up and down his thick shaft, using you like a toy. “Take off your clothes, mami.” He moaned out, licking his lips in anticipation. 

You did as he asked with no questions, peeling the fabric over your head and letting it fall to the ground, followed suit by your bra. As your breasts flopped free in freedom, he groaned, leaning his face in to grab your left nipple with his teeth. You winced at this, but your eyes fluttered shut again, and he continued his attack on your busty features.

The overwhelming sensation of your boobs in his face, strangulating his air intake and your pussy squeezing him tightly had Miguel moaning underneath you non-stop. His hands gripped your ass, squeezing the flesh as tight as he could without truly hurting you, but the pressure was still stimulating for you.

“I’m going to fill you up, princesa. Is that okay?” Your vocal response wasn’t needed, you just nodded as you forced yourself to relax again, so you would both be coming at the same time. The sound that left Miguel’s mouth was intoxicating, his grunts were loud as he let go of his control, his brain temporarily forgetting English as he spewed Spanish vulgarities as he released himself deep into you.

He held you close, panting as he recovered from the weeks-long foreplay, looking at you with such fondness and desire. The remnants of your sex spilled out once he picked up off of him, telling you to stay in place so he could get something to clean you both up. 

He was quiet as he recovered, but it didn’t take long with his abilities, but he sensed you needed more time to recover than he would, so he was comfortingly silent, wiping you gently with a wipe. Your fucked-out smile was evident, and he found it so captivating. He laid you down next to him and pulled you into his chest, knowing there was no better aftercare than affection.

Miguel’s bedroom was now quiet and still, the only sound was the soft, ragged breathing of the two occupants. He lay on his back, one arm wrapped around your waist as you lay sleeping next to him, your body snuggled close to his. He watched you slowly drift to sleep, his heart swelling within him as he held you tight, the satisfaction of having you under his care was distinct. But he had to say one more thing before you could sleep.

“So... what is your father going to think about you sleeping with the enemy?” He asked lowly, you just rolled your eyes and directed him to be quiet, just delicately laughing at each other.

[barbieb0y]

okay. i finished the 2.0/floor it! to the golden city event story. thoughts/ramble under the cut bc spoilers

i feel like. the plot is kinda all over the place ?? it starts off with this legers dude wanting to meet with j for "a slice of that new age market pie" which means .... what exactly? am i just dumb?? i still dont get what he wanted from j that has to do with the new age market and/or manus vindicslay. i'd appreciate it if someone can explain to my dumbass. but then, understandably so, the j gang sees legers and his cronies as a threat to haight street. and then it leads to ... j wanting to visit his sister paulina/polly at the foundation

i feel like there couldve been a better lead-up to this other than "man we shouldve left like polly did but now we gotta deal with some baddies". like idk it feels abrupt to just cut to them visiting the foundation. but then theyre like oh polly couldnt have died bc her hand doesnt match this old pic we have of her and it's kinda silly and they raise a commotion and bla bla bla the foundation chases after them bc of it (i find it funny how thats how they get the foundation in on the bigger problem thats brewing underneath everything). matilda is tasked with catching the men and then through matilda's diviner skills, they confirm that polly's dead. manus vindicslay comes to stir shit up again so matilda's like okay fine i'll help you guys

fast forward they stumble upon the underground market blah blah blah mercuria is evil ⁉️ except i actually. dont understand what her role is here. like at first i thought that might be the point of her character bc she never stays in one place so she never stays in one role but idk. for someone who seems to be so important in this event, her motivations are unclear. but anyway

i dont understand the whole "oh we planned this all along" think they pulled either like??? what. did they plan exactly? the ambush and j faking a death and working alongside legers?? none of this was explained properly right??? or am i dumb???? ngl when i was playing through that scene i was like "are they expecting the audience to be smart enough to piece everything together?" my mind started to wonder like if they pulled a persona 5 and have a whole scene explaining their plan, would that be underestimating their audience? MAN IDK BUT THEY DIDNT SAY SHIT ABOUT THIS PLAN UNTIL THAT SCENE PLAYED. i definitely related to matilda in that moment 😭😭😭

but anyway what i liked and not-confusing about this event is the characterization of the characters (aside from mercuria). everyone feels consistent, from j all the way to eternity. im glad the quality of the character writing is still intact at least, for the most part

the character dynamics are also quite well-written, especially between j and polly. it's as heart-wrenching as i expected it to be. thinking about it actively gives me emotional damage. the fact that it took me more than a dozen chapters for me to realize that j sees polly in matilda. seeing his friendships is also heartwarming and it showcases j's personality quite well. his dynamic with pioneer is also cute. theres always something funny coming out of their dialogue when they interact

the setting is an interesting choice, it's enlightening to see how it impacts the worldview of the characters and their motivations. the poverty, disease, crime, and neglect of it all. the new age market is intriguing is a nice choice to get a lot of people of different backgrounds and stuff to gather in one place. not much to say beyond that

tldr: i dont know what the hell happened story-wise but it Happened but i truly love all the characters in it and how they interact with each other and their environment. this event story brought me Massive Pain™️, especially when paulina is on screen

not my fave event (which may be surprising bc j is in this event, i know), rayashki takes the cake for that, but i would be lying if i said i dislike this event. in fact, it's made me want to cry a few times. if it wasnt for the confusing pacing, i wouldve been more moved

[kiawren]

Heyy it's been a while I went off tumblr to focus on studying (although I barely am) but I was still plagued with kiawren thoughts..

Ugh I should have slept instead of writing this but I've been listening to pierce the veil and this AU is on my mind. I have like one post here tagged #suneater!kiawren for it but here's what it is basically: kiawe and wren as ace and yamato from one piece respectively. Wren has the Tiangou devil fruit and kiawe obviously has the flame flame fruit. Which for non one piece ppl means they have those powers. And if you've got a zoan fruit you're a furry basically (For mythical zoans like the Tiangou (a tiangou fruit is not in canon btw, but yamato has a similar mythical dog fruit) honestly have whatever the fuck powers you could just go ham with the lore to give them some op in universe power (idk this is from I've watched so far) so Wren can turn into a dog and also eat the sun or whatever I don't car I'm just writing that for kiawren don't care about the meta

Anyway so wren falls in love with kiawe in this AU. And in one piece I think yamato and ace only actually spent one night together? I think they loved each other though, maybe not necessarily romantic. And maybe it was more yamato. And I relate to that one sided desire to be near someone. Anywayyy Yamato is chained to an island and trapped, I didnt specify that wren is similarly chained but he also has certain ambitions he can't reach yet. And kiawe reminds him of those ambitions. And how it may be possible to reach them. And he wants to go with him. Obviously also reflecting irl me LOL ok. One piece spoilers here...

Ace dies so maybe kiawe does too iddk? I don't want him to die but just remove him from wren's life it's vague what happened to him but anyway that dog is gonna be so sad he's gone. And his hope and ambitions are crushed. And keep the vivre card scene (your vivre card burning means you're dying) I can be trusted to be normal about this scene and its composition and colours dont worryy also cuz burning. Is a motif here.

OKAY HERE'S THE WRITING I GOTTS SHUT UO

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When you first saw him, his form ablaze among those tiger-vermilion fires, did you not think it surreal, like seeing the sun, right in front of you. How alluring it was, how intimate. Merely recalling it feels like trying to remember a dream. Like trying to reach a sun, that taunts you with every sunset. You cannot reach what you want. All the colour in the world, and what are you? But he turned to you then. The flames grew gentler. He smiled. And it struck you. Less like a lightning bolt, more like sunlight after stepping out of shade. It made you lightheaded. In front of you was someone who could embody fire. But not in unbridled rage, or blind passion. He had all the strength of a sun's heat, but also a heart. He was not pure heat. He was warmth. And it drugged you. And you would spend the rest of your days chasing it, to bask in it. Not in it's whole. Just a sliver. You were just a like a dog. Dizzy, desperate. 

You are still a dog. It didn't take a fruit to make you a self-fulfilling prophecy. You were already a creature, but a smaller body housed grief perfectly next to pride. You would have done anything to see that sun again. That sweet, sweet fruit and its enlightenment. You could climb and climb. You could finally reach those skies, their blood red and bruise purple a naked mirror of your dying ambition. So you could only do one thing. Climb higher. Feel the heat. Is it just like an embrace? ...I've missed you so much. Higher still. It starts to burns. It only feeds a high. You start to cry. Higher, You're close. It's blinding. You see white. That's not death. It's life. You're right in front of it. Here you are. This is it. Widen your jaws. Wider. More. The flames kiss your mouth. It burns and bleeds. It almost feels like a communion. It will feel holy. Now place your mouth around it. This will be it.

It does not feel that big now that you have it. Where are you? Anguish boils like bile from your gut in your mouth. You close your jaws. You hope it brings catharsis. You hope he finds you. He doesn't. And there's no relief. It just stings. It just burns. That ugly grief you had culminates. You have him. So where is he. You have the sun in your mouth, and it burns. YOU HAVE THE SUN IN YOUR MOUTH AND. IT BURNS. WAS THIS THE RAPTURE YOU WANTED? IT BURNS. YOU HAVE THE SUN IN YOUR MOUTH AND YOU TASTE DEATH. THE TISSUE BLEEDS AND DRIPS RED, BLACK. IT ALL BURNS. WHERE IS HE, WHERE IS HE. EVERY SCAR BLISTERS LIKE LAVA AND YOUR LIPS DRIP LIKE BLOODY RAIN. YOUR MOUTH MELTS AND TEARS APART. 

THIS WAS NOT THE SUN YOU LOVED, YOU BLIND, DYING DOG.

[sorrinslays]

OKOK SO IDK IF YOU'VE DONE ANY POST LIKE THIS BUT

What do you think a 5 star Sampo would be like? Both in lore/personality, and in design or even kit! Hell, maybe how he is introduced as his 5 star version would be cool to think of too. I want more opinions on this, and the idea of his 5 star version makes me more and more excited

Hello anon!!! So, I have talked about it a bit while reblogging @feroluce's post about 5* Sampo ideas but I don't mind elaborating on my thoughts a bit more.

In that post, the idea of Sampo having a 'stage hand' inspired abilities/design was presented and I fell in love with it, so a lot of my thoughts are inspired by it.

First and foremost, I think he would have the fire element as a five star. I've seen a lot of people wanting him to be Quantum, but honestly it doesn't speak to me. Maybe it's because I'm not a fan of the Quantum element in general, I don't know.

I think fire suits him for a variety of reasons, but most importantly, it creates contrast. I'd like to start by mentioning that fire is eye catching, going against his theme of the stage hand, a background entity. Can you imagine? Aha creating Sampo to be eye catching, giving him powers that are meant to be viewed, admired. Sampo being created to be the center of attention, yet he goes against all that. Preferring to stay in the shadows and watch everything unfold from a distance.

I like to think that his design is dark, full of cool colours and drenched in black, showing that he himself wants to blend in with the background and his element being the exact opposite. Him going against his 'nature' you could say. Against his purpose.

If we want to look a bit deeper we can go two ways. Firstly, fire represents enlightenment, self-awareness, rebirth, and rebellion which (if we follow my headcannon of Sampo being a Creation of Elation turned Emanator) would suit him a lot. Enlightenment when he understood the real meaning behind Elation. Self-awareness showing that he understands what he is, what he wants to achieve and how. Rebirth as in leaving the Masked Fools and their flawed view of Elation. Rebellion because he goes against his Aeon, his creator.

Furthermore, it's be nice to see how a character like Sampo would respond to having Aha as a "parent"/creator. The struggle of sharing an ideology yet trying to distance himself from his creator. His appearance being the complete opposite of his powers would be a cool way to show how he resists Aha's view of Elation.

As for his playable path... I want to keep him Nihility. The path of IX is very similar to the Elation at it's core. Both believe that the universe has no meaning, THEY just respond to it differently. Where IX does nothing because there's no point in doing anything, Aha acts in a way that would entertain only THEMSELVES.

Alternatively, it'd be nice if Hoyo made the Elation a playable path only for Sampo's 5* design. It'd be mad funny but also on theme with how meme-y hsr really is.

Now, for his clothing. Like mentioned previously cool tones and dark clothing is the way to go. But, to elaborate more on that I think there's specific parts of his original 4* design that I would like to keep, like his jacket that looks like a ring leader's jacket, just in a different colour and with other accessories/details.

The snake symbolism should stay as well, I think. It's be nice that instead of snake bones it would be leather and shit, to show that it's "alive", that he's back to being an active Emanator.

I also really like the idea of him having two sets on hands that at his fingertips end in different colours that was proposed by the original post I linked earlier. The first set fading to white and the second to black showing how one set is pulling the strings in the background while the other is the one everyone sees.

I think his mask should rest on top of his head like Sparkle's, a plain red thing contrasting with his blue hair and dark clothing, another contrast to Aha.

Personality-wise I think he would be pretty much the same, expect less greedy and money-driven. I don't know, I feel like that's a part of Sampo Koski's personality, not his, if that makes sense.

If you want a bit more on how 5* could work in my mind in the story I recommend you read my post on Gepard's role in the story, although it's mostly about Gepard I managed to sneak in a few thoughts on Emanator Sampo because of course I did

[justsomeno1s]

I know this probably exists already/better, but enjoy this list of Fear & Hunger Souls, Complete with personal (flawed) interpretation; Both types confirmed and not!

Endless: Adventuring or theiving, Tresspassing or Vigilantising- The rogue's soul. Held by Cahara, Nilvan, and Karin. Seems to be a soul of freedom- No rules apply above their own, moral or not.

Enlightened: Knowledge and the Pursuit of it, enstrengthening one's mind and becoming closer to the Gods- The Scholar's soul. Held by Enki, Valteil, and O'saa. Seems to connect with knowledge and learning, Notably in regards to Magic/the Old Gods.

The question is, would an enlightened soul be inclined to pursue non-godly knowledges? Like, science or something?

Tormented: Suffering, Loss, Endurance, Overcoming one's phyiscal limits- The Prisoner's Soul. Held by Ragnavidr, Ronn Chambara, and August. Seems to be a double edged sword- You will suffer, but you will endure it.

Dominating/Domination: Charisma, Leadership, Interpersonal Skill, and a Lack of Reflection- The Leader's Soul. Held by D'arce and Francois. While not always in positions of power, it seems that Dominating Souls are inclinded towards interaction, whether human or not- When unable or unwilling to remain human, Francois instead breeds and raises his hounds. Stubborness and a lack of introspection may also connected, as both characters that have this soul type are displayed with this trait.

Notably, none of the Main Termina Cast have this soul type.

For the others, there are only one known holder each soul type to my knowledge. Therefore, we can only look at the individuals for information.

Solitary: Independence, Survival, Introversion, Withdrawal- The very concept of being alone. The Hermit's Soul. Held by Levi.

Is there a notable difference between "forcibly excluded" and "personally chosen" solitudes for the individual?

Caressing: Care and concern- Caretaking. Held by Abella. Most clearly shown in her backstory, where she picks up working against the war.

Shadowed: Overlooked, capable- Assumedly hardworking/passionate. Held by Olivia.

Tainted: Defined by contradictory actions and thoughts- Bad things, good reasons. Held by Marcoh.

It could very well be a variance from "Petty theif feeding family" to "Robin Hood" to "Mercenary w/o empathy for victims". Its hard to narrow down.

Changeling: Adaptiblity and resilience- When others would break, changeling souls bend. Held by Marina.

Could it represent variance? idk brain's fuzzy.

Latent: Untapped potential, inability to give all. Held by Tanaka.

Could it attract death? Or is Tanaka just super unlucky?

Radiating: Burns bright, then burns out. Short but exceptional life. Held by Samarie

I dont like Samarie, but her life was certainly beyond normality- even in universe.

Blank: A subdued nature- Quiet, a background character. Held by Da'an.

Da'an doesn't get moonscorched, instead getting possesed by Pocketcat- Could it that his soul allowed him to be overwritten by pocketcat?

Chaotic: Goal oriented, but two-faced- Willing to do anything to get what they want. Cares little for alliances. Held by Pav.

Decrepit: Self absorbed and uncaring- Cares only about self and own pleasure. Held by Caligura.

I don't have a complete grasp on some of them- Changeling, Blank, Chaotic and Decrepit are all some level of unsatisfying to me, but I dont know how to improve them.

And then there's Henryk' Suffocated soul- I have no fucking clue. Is it repression based? Want based? The opposite? I don't understand Henryk very well, and that means I can't break him down into his "base components" so to speak. He's a catcaller, a master chef who feeds the entire group for free, and potentially the first moonscorched. He's skilled with melee weapons, a massive flirt, and poisons a vulnerable group if given the chance. All of that is great, but tells me NOTHING about his soul.

Guess that's what happens when your main claim to fame is "mysterious backstory", lol!

Anyway. Enjoy this blurb of my thought process! Please feel free to let me know what I got wrong/missed!

[gothsuguru]

ok. genuine thoughts. i’m upset that this was the route taken… i just think that it would’ve been more impactful had it actually BEEN satoru/hell even if it was sukuna’s mind playing tricks on him… bc it would’ve been instilling fear/doubt in sukuna’s mind which has never been done by anyone else before! also… i just wish it was JUST satoru himself. like i love yuuta and if it HAD to be anyone overtaking satoru’s body, i mean i’m glad it was yuuta and not kenjaku bc at least you know there’s no maliciousness involved! but it’s like… it’s so burdensome. to yuuta to have to do this and live w this fact + satoru said he doesn’t care what happens to his dead body but idk i just would think that gege would leave gojo’s body ALONE. gojo’s body should’ve never been on the playing field of “being used” i think he should’ve been the exception… having someone else inside THE gojo satoru’s body is just idk i don’t like that writing choice…

also. wouldn’t it have been more impactful if either:

1) sukuna AND yuji saw gojo and didn’t know what the hell was going on? sukuna feeling doubt at what he’s seeing and yuji feeling doubt/relief? because that’s HIS sensei. even if it was a mirage i think it would’ve been better than what we got if i’m being honest

2) and this is my own PERSONAL wish. i just wish that satoru would have chosen north and reached enlightenment/chose his students and pushed forward. bc that’s what makes satoru, SATORU. the youth. the future. his students. him losing the six eyes and not being “the strongest” anymore but it doesn’t matter bc his students got HIS back and he has THEIRS. hell even if he keeps his six eyes and just reaches enlightenment to GET stronger would be totally fine too! bc guess what… megumi is STILL inside sukuna. like i think gege fucking forgot about him -> in turn satoru doesn’t mention megumi… which is INSANITY bc he RAISED that boy. satoru raised megumi longer than toji did. like… idk.

there’s just personally so many things i’d do differently and it’s not even about “subverting expectations” i think gege should still service the story/characters without always caring about what Crazy Subversion he can do… bc then you end up LOSING the ideals/personality of the characters themselves!

idk man… i’m beyond glad we got gojo panels and i’m glad yuuta is back but also… it isn’t yuuta in his own body 😭 and also i feel like we should’ve gotten more yuji/yuuta team up… and ANOTHER also. i didn’t feel anything when choso died like………. gege is so casually killing characters off and it doesn’t even service the plot it’s just useless… so there’s no EMOTION behind it. which is crazy bc i love choso and i should’ve been wailing when he died but there just wasn’t any build up… :/ also. i’m still mad about the twin theory not being real. uncle/nephew is one thing but twin theory would have been PERFECT. same with gojo losing six eyes/reaching white light enlightenment idc either one. also suguru would absolutely be the type of man who would tell satoru to go forward and go north… same w nanami. nanami would want yuji protected at all costs… AND DON’T GET ME STARTED ON GOJO BARELY EMOTING WHEN NANAMI DIED!!!!!! ok now i’m just ranting abt my qualms w the manga. anyways. i’m curious what happens but like… these chapters don’t HIT like how hidden inventory/yuji higu fight hit… like atp bring back toji again i think he’d team up w yuji to bring his son back like we lost the plot…

but also. anyone being mad at yuuta you have critical thinking/reading issues… like yuuta is doing all of this out of desperation he has no other choice 😭 you can’t fight sukuna by being all sweet and humane like… i fear you gotta get monstrous to deal w a demon like him. yuji ate his siblings. there’s just heinous shit you gotta do to deal with this type of man and that’s what you have to do… again it’s the tie in of being a “monster” and feeling like you have no other options: aka something that ALL jjk characters (gojo, geto, toji, yuji, megumi, nanami) had to DO. you’ll have to do things you don’t want to in order to secure a safer future for your loved ones. like damn i hate that gege wrote it like this but alas… what can we do! 😭 just don’t be mean to yuuta or else i’ll fight you idgaf 🤨 but tbh w the way shit is going… if gege kills off yuuta… i’m killing myself. i’m gonna acc drop the manga………….