#sub!cinnabar

[sinsmockingbird]

Speaking about attires, any thoughts on Zoya's Supreme Negotiation attire, Cinnabar's Courteous Call attire and Chelsea's Moonlight Rendezvous attire (separately) would be strongly appreciated... You know it starts so fancy and ends up so steamy and delightful 🤭

LOOK SO GOOD | Zoya (Supreme Negotiation), Cinnabar (Courteous Call), Chelsea (Moonlight Rendezvous)

PAIRING: Zoya x Afab!Reader, Cinnabar x Afab!Reader, Chelsea x Afab!Reader

WARNINGS: Smut, NSFW, Sub!Reader, Dom!Reader(s), Sub!Character(s), Dom!Character, Trans!Zoya, Jealousy (Zoya), Marking (Zoya), Rough Fucking (Zoya), Grinding (Cinnabar), Dry Humping (Cinnabar), Clothed Sex (Cinnabar), Cunnilingus (Chelsea), Begging (Chelsea)

AUTHORS NOTE: Oh, I have many thoughts on those three's attires. So much so that please enjoy these free mini fics on them.

✧ ZOYA (Supreme Negotiation)

IT WAS rare for you to ever accompany Zoya to any sort of negotiation, but this time was different. It was being held at a lavish event, and with your experience with the elites, your girlfriend thought it would be good to have you there and charm the people the Legion were negotiating with. You had accepted without a second thought, not expecting that going would lead to this situation.

"Z-Zoya, please-!" You tried, but were quickly cut off by the woman slamming her lips against yours, silencing you while keeping you pinned against the round table that had just held over 20 people.

"Fucking hate elitists, thinking they can have what's mine," Zoya growled, while pushing her cock into you without much warning, causing you to throw your head back and let out a cry of pleasure mixed with pain.

Seeing some stuck-up older guy flirting and touching you during the negotiations set something off in Zoya. She had ended everything prematurely, ushering everyone out of the room before slamming the door closed and locking it. You hadn't been able to register what she was doing before she had you pinned.

"Zoya!" You threw your head back against the table, a broken moan falling from your lips as Zoya began to mark up your neck while fucking you nice and deep, her nails lightly digging into your thighs as she kept you perfectly spread out for her.

"You're mine! What do those fuckers think when they think they can have you!?" Zoya is ranting, her anger on full display while she thrusts her cock deeper and deeper into you, your walls tightening around her length making her grunt.

"Yours! I'm yours!" You sob, trying to reassure the angry woman, but the only way you were going to get her to calm down was letting her fuck her jealously out onto you and allow her to fill you up with her cum.

✧ CINNABAR (Courteous Call)

"MY HANDSOME Prince Charming," You cooed softly, leaning down to press tender kisses against the woman's face who was lying under you, looking dapper in the outfit she was wearing. She was your own personal prince at the moment.

Cinnabar flushed at your words, a small sound falling from her lips as she felt your knee press harder against her core through her pants. Her eyes were screwed shut, face contorted in embarrassment and pleasure as you encouraged her to grind down onto your knee/thigh.

"You're so pretty," You stated, running a hand through her short cropped hair, moving some of it out of her face, allowing you to see how red her face was. She really did look so enchanting like this, dressed like a prince and all for your eyes. "Come on, grind harder for me, darling."

"Y/N-" Cinnabar tried to mutter your name before stopping and shuddering as you pressed harder against her core. Her pussy throbbed with need, her underwear already soaked through with her arousal. Why did you have to look so enchanting yourself and tease her all night until you finally got home?

"Please, can you touch me?" Cinnabar begged, her voice so small as she looked up at you with pleading eyes, needing to feel your fingers or your mouth on her throbbing core instead of just grinding uselessly onto your thigh.

"If that's what my Prince wants... who am I to deny you?" You smiled, kissing her softly on the lips while your hands moved down to begin undoing her pants.

✧ CHELSEA (Moonlight Rendezvous)

WHEN YOU had gotten an invitation from Chelsea for a banquet she was hosting at her manor, you took it graciously. You had dressed up in your best dress, perfected your makeup, preparing yourself to be among the elites of DisCity, but you were shocked to find that you were at a banquet for two- the other person being none other than the woman who invited you.

"F-Fuck... come on, work that tongue of yours faster," Chelsea whined, a hand tangled in your now messy, undone hair, tugging at it while her perfectly manicured nails scraped against your scalp.

You looked up at her, on your knees between her legs, her tights torn and panties discarded, showing off her glistening pussy that you currently had your tongue shoved into. At her words, you stilled your tongue, making her whine and press her hips forward, seeking out your tongue.

"I didn't hear a please," You stated, pulling slightly away from in-between her legs, making her whine louder, and try to push your head back to the place it was previously.

"Y/N, come onnnn, don't do this to me!" Chelsea whined, pouting and looking down at you with pleading eyes. You knew how much it made Chelsea struggle when you'd stop or edge her in these moments.

You raised an eyebrow up at her, making her whimper while huffing in distaste, her nails digging into your scalp in annoyance, only making you wince in pain before you heard her begin to beg, "Please, Y/N! Please keep eating me out, I need your mouth on me!"

"Good girl," You smirk, before moving your head back between her legs and latching your mouth back onto her slick pussy.

ENDING NOTES: These were supposed to be purposefully short, but enjoy this little bit of content for these three.

[sporadic-gremlin]

Hello, I am not certain if your requests are open or if this idea will interest you, but I have a mental image that I wish to share with you.

Also this is Nsfw.

The image in question being Cinnabar a blushing virgin with no idea what to do when her and the chief reader get to the point of having sex.

This powerful and resolute bodyguard, this one woman vanguard, is reduced to a whimpering puddle of moans and cries as her body is touched and toyed with in ways it has never been before.

Picture this woman that is strong enough to fight with just a shield, abs glistening with sweat and muscles straining as she grips the bed, and the real fun hasn't even begun yet.

It is tempting to just consider playing with her like this, just to see what reactions can be gained our of her with each new carnal act she is introduced to and with each new sensation she is given.

Soon enough she has cum so many times that the bedsheets are soaked and her flushed face is slick with tears as her lips part in silent pleas and gasps for a breather from the overstimulation.

Only for the Chief reader to lean in and tell her that the fun is only beginning as they enter her, making her wail once more as her world turns white.

Just a little idea I had that I hope you like.

Take care and stay safe.

this is…yes. just yes

cinnabar doesn’t know what she’s doing, this is uncharted territory. even the slightest touches have her jumping and making little noises and all you can do is chuckle and silence her with kisses. her inexperience makes her more receptive to your touch—sucking in a sharp breath when your thumb barely grazes her clit.

cinnabar is usually big on eye contact but it’s either she looks at you or keeps her eyes pinned on your fingers and how they’re slowly circling her clit and she can’t decide which is worse. she does lock eyes with you and whimpers at how dark your eyes are. when she tries to look away, your hand grabs her jaw and keeps her gaze steady on you.

“look at me.”

your voice is lower than normal and cinnabar cums at the revelation that you’re like this because of her and some light clit stimulation. her fingers curl around the sheets, her eyes snap shut, and her head falls back as her body trembles with each wave coursing through her. your eyes greedily take in how her throat moves with each moan erupting from her mouth and the urge to bite has never been stronger.

once she calms down, cinnabar thinks it over but then she feels something soft, wet, and warm on her pussy. it starts at her entrance and slightly dips in then slides up and then there’s suction on cinnabar’s clit. she doesn’t even have time to react as her back arches and a whine fills the room. your hands grip her thighs to spread them wider, forcing cinnabar to fall back and she arches her back automatically.

the noises she makes compensates for not being able to see her reactions but why see them when you can feel them? cinnabar’s pussy clenches around nothing and a part of you wants to slip your finger inside but you wait. she’s so sensitive from her first orgasm and now she’s trying to hold back another but when she feels your tongue enter her, the dam breaks.

cinnabar experiences her first true taste of overstimulation when you keep lapping at her even while she’s cumming. cinnabar can’t even formulate enough words to beg you to stop as short, throaty whimpers fall from her mouth. tears sting at the corner of her eyes and a fog starts to cloud her brain.

she’s flushed and sweaty but you think she looks good. and it just keeps going. you pull orgasm after orgasm from cinnabar until she’s weakly pushing your body away. you’ve edged her, played with her nipples, made her ride your thigh, she’s sat on your face, you even made her play with herself for you. her body is littered in hickeys and love bites that she’ll have trouble hiding for a few days.

you do step away for a little and come back with water and a cool towel to clean her up. you feel bad for giving her false hope but it’s worth it when cinnabar is taking your strap. her hands never leave your body, needing something to ground her in the numbing and endless pleasure. cinnabar most definitely regrets all the endurance training she helped you with when she feels no end to your insatiable lust.

[vrachis]

I have a softspot for Cinnabar's chest, it makes me want to lick or sucking her nipple to see how much sensitive she is there

ANON I TELL YOU, I CHOKED ON MY FOOD WHEN I SAW THIS ASK—

but omfg this is actually cute???

like when you’re going at it, suckling on her sensitive bud, you can hear deep gasps and whines coming from her :(… might try to push your head away because of how sensitive her nips already are 😭😵‍💫

[sinful-lanterns]

GRIND ON ME

synopsis: riding the abs of the ptn women

featuring: zoya, rahu, cinnabar, deren

rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)

warnings: sub! afab fem reader (zoya and deren), dom! afab fem reader (rahu and cinnabar), reader on top, ab riding, grinding, mentions of a strap (cinnabar), sleepy se.x (deren), pet names, reader being whiny, short fic, not proofread, may be ooc.

art credits: ruthless

ZOYA

“Oh, you can do better than that, babe…”

Zoya chuckled and leaned back against the headboard as she watched you ride her abs on top of her. She had this cocky, yet lustful expression in her eyes when you emitted breathless whimpers and gripped onto her shoulders to stabilize yourself. Oh come on, can’t your girlfriend give you a break? It’s not your fault her muscles were so large and…defined.

“Zoya— hnn” You groaned and moved your hips more feverishly, coating her chiseled abs in the clear, webby slick that you produced and making them practically shine the bedroom light. “Quit teasing. Help me please…” 

“Tch. You seem like you’ve got it under control, though,” Zoya smirked, gently patting your butt and placing her hands over your hips. Though she wasn’t helping you move in the slightest, her large hands were more than enough to send you over the edge, gripping your waist and making you feel as if you were in the hold of a giant predator. 

“Zoya…” your legs were getting tired from the riding, each bump of her abs rubbing up against your folds so wonderfully and grinding against your clit. “Ah, fuck…”

Like the wolf that she is, Zoya had to wipe away some drool that escaped her mouth. Goddamn. Even if she wasn’t receiving any physical pleasure from you, just the sight of your wet pussy tensing up and sliding down her abs alone was enough to get Zoya turned on.

“Shit, babe…” she growled and cupped your ass with one hand, “Did you cum already? My stomach is practically dripping wet from you…”

“No…” you whined, slightly embarrassed that the amount of slickness you produced made Zoya think you had already come.  “Hah, fine,” Zoya grinned wolfishly and grabbed onto your waist, using her arm strength to forcibly make you ride her as you didn’t even need to move a muscle. “Let’s see how wet you really get when I help you.”

RAHU

“Hey…wait…”

Rahu’s face was so pink, blushing from ear to ear as she watched you get on top of her and plant your bare pussy down on her abs. When you asked to ride her tonight, she didn’t expect you to choose her abs out of all things. She was flustered (and a bit curious) to see how this would work for the both of you, as she had never thought her girlfriend would be so bold as to try this. 

“What? Don’t like the sight of me on your abs, Rahu?” You teased, gently moving your cunt against her muscles and watching as they tensed up from the feeling. 

“Ah— th-that’s…” Rahu’s breath hitched as her eyes turned wide at the sight, watching as your pretty lips dragged across her stomach and coated them in your slick. “Oh…”

She didn’t know what else to do but to sit there and take it, eyes zeroed in on the sight of your dripping pussy like a dog trained on the sight of a treat. “Can I…eat you out later…?” She asked rather ravenously, the slightest glisten of drool leaking past her lips. “I want to show my devotion to you too…” 

“Maybe later, baby.” You chuckled, wrapping your arms around her neck and grinding your hips a bit slower, really accentuating the drag of your folds against her muscles. “I want to see you squirm for a bit.” 

Rahu whimpered and couldn’t help but get extremely turned on at the sight of your precum dripping down her stomach. It was a very…exciting sight for the woman to witness, her breaths coming out in labored pants like a dog who was about to enter a severe rut. 

“Okay…”

You smiled and kissed her cheek, gently grinding your hips a bit further and making poor Rahu groan in desperation, clawing at the sheets. 

“That’s my good Rahu.”

CINNABAR

“A-Are you sure this is safe?” 

Cinnabar’s breath hitches when you settle down on top of her abdomen instead of her strap, your glistening folds hovering over her sculpted abs and 

making poor Cinnabar gulp with anticipation. “I can definitely take you, but please don’t accidentally fall off. If you land on your side the wrong way, it could—”

You cut her off by plopping your pussy down on her stomach and smirking at the way her face turned bright pink. “O-Oh…” was all that came out of her mouth as she stared at the way your legs spread over her sides, giving her the perfect view of your cunt spreading over her tense muscles. “That…wow…”

It was always endearing to see this cute bodyguard grow flustered over your actions, your hands settling over her breasts and using them as a way to stabilize yourself. “Pfft, your face is so cute…” you chuckle softly, gently grinding your hips against her stomach. 

Cinnabar was left lying there, eyes trained on the way you rode her abs as she felt a pang of wetness dampen at the harness of her strap. “I…well,” she smiled shyly and rubbed the back of her head, “As long as you are happy, I don’t mind you taking me like this.” 

“Ohhh Cinnababy…” you chuckled, tracing your fingers down her chiseled stomach and licking your lips at the sight. “You’re always so sweet, trying to please me all the time…” Cinnabar let out a small groan when you began riding her and coating her abs in your slick. You watched in satisfaction when her beautiful abs tensed together and caused them to hit your clit at the perfect time. “Ah…”

Cinnabar tried to hide her face from all the erotic noises you were making, as well as keep herself still so you don’t accidentally fall. “Darling, does it really feel that good?” 

“Tch, of course it does! Everything about you sends me over the edge…” you smiled and pulled one of her hands to rest against your hip, the other hand cupping Cinnabar’s face and making you face her. “Now, help me ride you even faster. I promise to take your strap later if you do.”

“Heh, yes ma’am…”

DEREN

“Hnnnn…you’re doing so much work for me, baby…”

Deren groaned sleepily as she looked up at you with tired eyes under the wide brim of her hat. You had woken Deren up from a nap with the need to ride her and satisfy your pent up desires, but poor Deren was too sleepy to go all the way with you this time. It was until you pulled up her shirt and planted your dripping wet pussy on her stomach, that she finally started to wake up a little.

“Oh…” was all Deren said as she looked up at you with surprised eyes and watched as you desperately started to grind on her abs. Though she was initially shocked, her expression quickly morphed into one of smugness as she laid back on the couch and gazed up at you. “That’ll work.” 

So now you were just lazily grinding on Deren and trying to satiate your needs, all the while your girlfriend smirked lovingly at you and watched as sweat dripped off your face. “Enjoying yourself babe?” 

“Oh shut it.” You grumbled, squeezing your eyes shut as you ground your pussy further into Deren’s stomach. She raised a brow at your sass, yet figured it was because she wasn’t giving you the attention you wanted.

“Sorry, let me help you there…” Deren purred, suddenly flexing one of her abs and causing you to buck your hips a little at the sudden pulse. “Better?”

“Deren…” you whined, looking down at her desperately. 

“Pfft, what?” She smiled sleazily and grabbed onto your waist, running her fingers across your stomach and gently kneading your ass. “Do you not want me to help you?” Deren then moved her hands around your hips, encircling you completely as she helped you move against her tense muscles. “Fine…let me satisfy my whiny girl.”

She chuckled and moved her thumbs to your puffy clit, rubbing against it as you groaned and buried your face in her neck. 

“I’ll have you ride something else later.”

[hello-vampire-kitty]

Servamp chapter 133 translation "One"

Read the chapter on MangaDex!

Oh boy, while this chapter doesn't have as much dialogue like the rest that I have to work on, I had some lines that gave me trouble, like you will see in the TL notes, so please look over them. Translation notes

Although it's trivial and I'll be going over something from an early chapter but hey, you'll see just how bad the English translation is, especially with the early volumes.

Some time ago I asked on Twitter if people recalled the nickname Kuro had for Sakuya, because I had the impression he had one for him in the early chapters, similar to how Kuro calls Misono "kisama-chan", which I translate as little bastard xD Kuro refers to Sakuya as 外ハネ "soto hane" which I translated simply as "curly hair", rather than "flipped hair" which is what you'll see if you google the term. I looked into the anime subs and it was translated as "side flare." I could have used that, but to quote Mahiru, "Simple is best" xD

IIn the official localization of the manga it's not even translated T_T

The 2nd and 3rd panel are poorly translated, like the "grungy" joker part, Kuro just calls him "joker" and that's where he also calls him "soto hane. Oh boy but the last two lines in the 3rd panel are soo bad. What Kuro said originally was "I don't think little bastard and him would get along", to which Mahiru replies "Little bastard...you mean Misono?!" Yeah, so it's quite different. Okay, so let's move on to the other notes I have for this chapter.

Tsubaki's last line had me like "What?" Hopefully I haven't misunderstood it. So, Tsubaki uses the word 貯蔵庫 which means storehouse which sounds weird...The way it's written in Japanese, his line could also be translated as "Put away the "prototype" used for storage", but that doesn't make sense, right? Also, I can't say if it's singular or plural regarding the word prototype. I used the plural only because he said "siblings", cause I think it refers to them. So yeah, it's weird, what does he mean regarding storage? We'll have to see if it's brought up in other chapters.

While most of the characters' abilities have two different readings to them, in this case, the furigana reading which is the intended reading is actually used to show the pronunciation of the kanji.

Tanaka-sensei used different kanji with the same pronunciation to spell the words "shura" that is written as 修羅 and "sousou" (funeral) which is written as 葬送 Shura (or Asura), has been brought up before by Tsubaki, but with another meaning, such as fighting; carnage.

Tsubaki's ability in Japanese is written as 朱羅葬想

修=朱

送=想

So instead of the usual kanji 修羅葬送 (shura sousou) in this case, the first and 4th kanji were replaced like I showed above, both having the same pronunciation and you can't exactly get a translation for the words, so I will just breakdown each kanji to see what they represent.

The first kanji 朱 means "red; vermilion; cinnabar; scarlet". This one is probably used to make a reference to blood in my opinion.

The fourth kanji 想 means "thoughts, emotions, feelings".

So yeah, written like this 朱羅葬想 it can't be translated and the kanji that were used are most likely meant to be representative for Tsubaki. That's my opinion.

He also says the word ���え (mukae) which means "meeting; greeting; welcome". I can't say how it relates to "shura sousou", but I thought that maybe his ability has styles? Perhaps the "welcome" is one style like from what we see, he makes some kind of barrier and when he's attacked, he vanishes and appears behind Kuro Maybe he has other fighting styles used for close combat.

Oh my God, like maybe it sounds dumb but I legit didn't know how else I could adapt what Kuro says about the counter-attack, because there were hardly any examples of how some of the words in Japanese were used, like one of them was from what I gathered, a term used in sports that translates as "take the field first" and another one basically meant ""going second" and there was another example that basically meant "going second", then there was another word that I only found in a single example...It was awful.

Cleaning the speech bubble was tough and I think it looks decent.

As you might have seen, I added this page again at the end of the chapter on Mangadex to show the other reading of the ability, "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust" because I couldn't add it because there wasn't enough space in the speech bubble. So, when I looked up the word, it was interesting that Wiedergänger share similarities to strigoi from my country's folklore. I think others might have brought this up regarding inner Kuro, but the fact that he uses a stake to pierce himself and uses it as a weapon that takes the form of the thing that was used to kill Kuro, a stake is used to kill a strigoi to keep them in their coffins.

Regarding inner Kuro's last line, the intended reading is "let's talk" but the other reading says "let's fight".

Also, he uses the verb 引きこもる "hikikomoru" and when you make it into a noun, you get hikikomori which is how Kuro is described. I had to chose a word that would fit both character's lines, because I couldn't have inner Kuro says "hey come on, don't be a shut-in", "or "don't seclude yourself from me", it would have sounded weird.

I think it's clever how Tanaka used that specific verb instead of just saying something like "Hey, don't stand so far away" So yeah, hopefully my insights were helpful :)

[sunnywindow]

apple scented. a mirror's reflection

oct 2. apple scented. floyd leech x reader

The air was an ink wash of clear, light gray ink. It felt like drinking ice-cold water after using mint toothpaste, every time you took in a breath. Sub-zero temperatures invaded your sinuses with each sigh, and each breath of life.

The sky, however, was painted gray. Clouded and content with life, content with its time, its place, its form.

Not too heavy to cry, not too light to not exist.

The ground was an ink wash of garnet, amber, and gold. Trees higher than the sky itself, with their branches spread high across the sky in an embrace, bore fruit and beckoned you to pick. You, a copper from deep within the earth, felt as if you had no place savoring that sweet, ruby red, fruit of the tree.

“Don’tcha want some?” Floyd asked way up high in the sky itself.

Out of the two of you, he was far less worthy to be picking up rubies from the tree.

If you were copper, he was rust; invasive and unwanted. Red as old, crusted blood, and just about as useful as it. Just taking hold of the precious ruby red apple would have made any other person gag.

Yet, to you, he was cinnabar; ready to paint the world red. A precious pigment that could create the most vivid colours in existence.

You smiled at him as he stared dumbly down at you from way up high the red latter.

“You want it or not?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

So he threw you the apple haphazardly, going to pick some others for the two of you to share later.

You caught it with a smile.

[prisoner-of-sin]

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

○ - SFW

● - NSFW

Headcanons

○ Shy/Affectionate S/O [Zoya, Cinnabar, and Macchiato]

○ Kissing Headcanons [Langley]

Fics

● A Night of Passion [Langley] (18+)

● Wildfire [Zoya] (18+)

● Just Us [Adela] (18+)

Drabbles

○ Moments Alone [Coquelic]

Thirsts

● Breeding I [Zoya] (18+)

● Breeding II [Zoya] (18+)

○ Parenting [Zoya]

● Pregnant Sex [Zoya] (18+)

○ Parenting II [Zoya]

○ Parenting I [Rahu]

○ Types of Parents [Zoya, Rahu, Langley, Ninety-Nine, Shalom, Coquelic, and Cinnabar]

● Sex [Cinnabar]

● Sub Time [Rahu]

[giltori]

PtN Cinnabar is husband (♀) and not wife, but she's also not husband, for husband (♀) and husband are two different things with almost nothing in common. She can be sub and/or bottom and still be husband (♀), since being dom or top doesn't determine how much of a husband (♀) you are. Do you understand?

[anon-e-miss]

Extreme Penetration

“Sloppy little slut,” Jazz crooned as he fragged Prowl from behind.

Prowl nodded his helm, jaw hanging open as he bounced on his Dom’s twin spikes. His wells shook with the force of the frag. Three digits from Jazz’s right servo were buried in his sheath, vibrating hard. There was a camera train on him; Jazz was keen to share his work with his twin. He had inflated the protoform around the edge of Prowl’s sheath as he had Prowl’s aft valve and he had added a biolight above it, mimicking the look of a valve. Because Ricochet was in Polyhex he could not be at the club this dark-cycle, when Jazz debuted his extensive work on their latest sub’s frame. If Prowl had been capable of thought, he might have been wary of being put on show but all he could think of was getting fragged.

“When the vorn’s up, y’ain’t gonna even think o’ goin’ back to yer old life,” the Dom promised him as he painted Prowl’s aching nozzles with cinnabar. “Not after a vorn o’ bein’ a spoiled fragtoy.”

Jazz had him plugged with huge toys to showcase how completely he had ruined the infamously cinched size queen. Doms and subs both explored Jazz’s hard work and Prowl moaned around the latest spike to be pushed between his swollen lipplates. A number of the Doms had fragged him before, had done their best to ruin him only for Prowl to reset his valve and aft pipe as soon as they had pulled out, before walking off unbothered. They marvelled at how thoroughly Jazz had moulded Prowl to his pleasure. Someone played with Prowl’s new piercing and he might have gushed with arousal if the plug had not been so huge.

“He cums so easy,” Jazz declared, pinching Prowl’s node as he pulled the plug from his valve. He rolled it between his digits until Prowl overloaded so hard that his lubricants splattered on the floor. “Really, he’s so easy to please.”

Someone scoffed and Prowl was too addled by his overload to recognize who. Thwack, thwack. Prowl’s vision cleared as someone settled between his thighs and began rutting over him. He felt nothing save for the smack of the mech’s array against his swollen folds. Chromedome grunted and Prowl made rolled his optics and made a face, utterly bored with his ex Dom’s paltry efforts. Seeing his expression, Chromedome scowled and he renewed his efforts but Prowl yawned with disinterest. Jazz chortled as Chromedome pulled out, spike wilting to the laughter of all those observing.

“Bored, Pet?” Jazz asked as he leaned over Prowl.

“Terribly,” Prowl replied. There was another roar of laughter.

“I’ll give ya what ya need,” Jazz promised.

What Prowl needed, in the Dom’s figuring was to be skewered on his spikes, valve and sheath knotted as Jazz played with his aft. Prowl wailed with overload as those knots tormented his nodes and biolights and a long vibrating want was pressed against his transfluid duct. He was an absolute wreck by the time Jazz pulled out and decreed it was time to go home. His holes were too loose, even with his inflated rims to keep the mess inside of him and it dribbled down his legs. Jazz took Prowl to the wash racks, and cleaned him out with several enemas. Prowl’s glossa was lulled from his mouth by the end of it. It was still not really the end.

“Ya like the feelin’ o’ bein’ popped, don’t ya,” Jazz asked as he had Prowl splayed on the table, legs strapped to stirrups and splayed wide apart.

“Yes,” Prowl confirmed, optics rolled back as Jazz fragged him with his digits. Since Jazz had taken him for his sub, Prowl had not felt that unique agonizing pleasure though he had felt knew agonies and loved them well.

“‘M makin’ a few changes,” Jazz explained as he inserted a want in Prowl’s valve and activated a machine. Prowl moaned as he felt in pull on his valve’s lining, cinching his valve down tight.

“Oooh,” he moaned as it cinched him tight and the narrow wand felt suddenly huge.

“Tight like a minibot,” Jazz declared. He took the wand out of Prowl and preceded to frag him with a single digit. Prowl watched it disappear between his garish fold and groaned at how full that single digit made him. His little, truly little, valve gushed as it rippled. “Next ‘m gonna do yer aft.”

Jazz did as he said he would and he cinched Prowl’s aftpipe down to a similar tightness as he had his valve, but left the large rosebud he had created before. Prowl had never been cinched so narrow. Even when he had been a purus and had first lost his seals, he had never been this tight. The Dom played with Prowl’s newly tightened holes with narrow toys and digits, making Prowl squirm with aching pleasure. Three digits stretched his tightened valve and Prowl gasped at the ache. As soon as Jazz withdrew his digits, Prowl’s valve tightened immediately, all on it’s own. His optics went wide.

“As long as I want it, yer gonna cinch up tight the nanoklik I pull out,” Jazz told him. “Y’re gonna feel like a tight lil purus each time I frag ya. Just like how ya like it.”

Prowl sobbed as Jazz slowly stretched his tightly cinched valve with his digits until he was just loose enough for the tip of Jazz’s upper spike to breach him. It was agony and Prowl whited out as his lining clung to the Dom’s spike as it carved him open. He stared as his swollen rim was taunt around Jazz’s monstrous spike, as he bore deeper and deeper into his small channel. All the while, a drone filmed the scene and as the camera filmed, Jazz’s knot swelled. In all his vorns of hedonism, Prowl had never ached so deeply or so well. His rim strained like it never had before and there was an audible pop when it lodged inside of Prowl’s aching centre. Immediately, Prowl’s valve tightened, moulding to the intrusion and Jazz and Prowl both groaned.

Jazz had not been wrong. More than a vorn after they had signed the contract, Prowl had no thought of returning to his old life. He had few thoughts at all beyond the aches, agonies and ecstasy his Doms met out to him. His belly was round with the bitlet Jazz had sired on him before Ricochet and Barricade returned. Now that they had, Jazz was pleased to share his great work with his twin as he got reacquainted with Barricade. Everything was exactly as it was meant to be.

[dwollfieldnotes]

Manticore

Indica by Ctesias (5th Century BC)

Lives in India

Has the face and ears of a man, is cinnabar-red all over, and has light blue eyes

Three rows of teeth

Tail is like that of a land scorpion, with a cubit-long sting at the end

It has other stings on either side of its tail and one on top of its head

A sting-made wound is always fatal, except to elephants

If attacked from a distance it can discharge its sting as if from a bow, if from behind it will straighten its tail [so the tail seems to have some sensory system, like the hairs of an insect, to detect motion near it]

Called the man-eater in the languages of the Persians and Greeks

Though it consumes animals as well, the greater portion of its diet is made up of human beings

Stings grow again after being discharged

Natural History by Pliny the Elder (77)

Cites Ctesias

Lives in Æthiopia [sub-Saharan Africa]

Triple rows of teeth, which fit together like the teeth of a comb

The face and ears of a man, azure eyes, the body of a lion colored blood red, and a tail ending with a sting like a scorpion [so, not just a straight-up scorpion tail, but similar in effect]

Too swift to be caught by men

Has a voice like the union of a flute and trumpet

Craves human flesh above all else [may be a specialist predator of humans, using its face and voice to lure people in]

"On Animals" by Aelian (2nd century)

Cites Ctesias

Lives in India, and is called the man-slayer by Persians

As large as the largest lion, with red cinnabar fur and a shaggy coat like a dog's

Has the head of a man and human-like ears, but larger and shaggy. Eyes are blue-grey

Three sets of teeth on the upper and lower jaw, larger than the fangs of a hound

At the end of the tail is a sting like a scorpion, a cubit in length, with stings in intervals at each side

The prick of the tip is fatal to anyone, and death is immediate

Can discharge its stings like a bow. When it shoots ahead of it, it must bend its tail above itself, like a scorpion. If behind, the tail must be straightened. [Seems to be momentum-based]

Stings are as thick as a bulrush

In the places where those stings have been let fly others spring up, so that this evil produces a crop [so… the stings are able to grow like a plant when detached from the manticore. Are the stings a separate organism, that symbiotically attaches to the manticore's tail? A creature that grows like a plant and produces poison, but is otherwise sessile, requiring the manticore to disperse them. The manticore gets a poisonous weapon for its tail and the stings grow/regenerate in the tail]

Hunted by Indians when they're young, still without spines. They crush the tip of the tail with a rock so that they can never grow. [Again, suggesting a sort of symbiosis. Young manticores have to seek out these spine-organisms and accept their eggs onto their tails for them to grow]

Their voice is remarkably like a trumpet

Some were spotted in Persia, and Ctesias brought this up with the Persian king to discuss the issue [spreading their range?]

[sinsmockingbird]

A GOOD DOG WATCHES | Cinnabar

PAIRING: Cinnabar x Afab!Reader

WARNINGS: Smut, NSFW, Dom!Reader, Sub!Characrer, Lingerie, Masturbation, Restraints, Brief Crying, Slight Begging, Cinnabar is referred to as a dog

AUTHORS NOTE: I'm very normal about my Cinnabae and I haven't been drowning in my thoughts/daydreams of this woman.

IT WASN'T often that you'd be in a mood to tease Cinnabar. But since she's been busy with missions and you haven't had enough time to spend with one another, you decided you wanted to.

You were lying back on her bed in her cell, dressed in very revealing lingerie. You had your legs spread wide open, showing off your glistening cunt, and the sight of you plunging two of your fingers in between your folds, letting out the most beautiful sounds.

Cinnabar was sitting on a chair at the foot of the bed, completely bare with her hands tied behind her back. She was breathing so heavily, writhing in the chair and letting out pretty whimpers, her eyes wide and filled with desperate need as she stared at the sight of you fingering yourself. It was causing her own pussy to throb in pain between her legs, needing desperate friction.

"F-Fuck, baby please..." Cinnabar whined, tugging at her restraints to no avail, whining as you began to briefly finger yourself faster, causing your moans to increase in pitch.

God, this was torture for the woman.

"Uh uh, baby," You chuckled, a sly smile on your face as you gazed at Cinnabar, finding joy in her suffering as she pressed her thighs together. "Remember, a good dog watches."

That caused her to groan and throw her head back, distaste filling her mouth. Couldn't you see that watching you pleasure yourself while she couldn't was actually torture for her? Sure she was your good, obedient dog, but even dogs will go mad when a treat is dangled in front of them, just out of reach.

"Damn it," She muttered under her breath, squeezing her thighs together more tightly, clenching her jaw as she lifts her head again, eyes immediately going back to between your legs.

You were moving your fingers easily in and out of your pussy, slick glistening and dripping down your thighs, while your clit throbbed. You made sure Cinnabar had a perfect view, seeing the way you dragged hour nails against your inner walls, or the way you pressed on your clit and rubbed it with the palm of your hand.

You looked so perfect. Head thrown back and mouth agape as constant moans filtered from your mouth. Your thighs were beginning to shake, your pleasure building up, a need for release growing.

"Oh god," Cinnabar let out a shaky breath, hands straining against the restraints around her wrists. She knew your signs, so she knew you were reaching your climax.

"E-Eyes on me," Your voice was shaky, barely calling out to Cinnabar. She looks up with wide eyes, meeting yours.

You both stared at one another, and Cinnabar could feel her hips buck up into the air when you reached your high. She watched, desperation and need to hold you apparent, as your head was thrown back, eyes rolling into your head. You own hips bucked up, legs shaking as you came, cumming all over your hand.

Then you collapsed back on the bed, trying to catch your breath while pulling your shaky hand from between your legs. It was silent for a moment, until you heard Cinnabar's whimpers and the sound of her struggling in the chair she was restrained to.

A smirk spread across your lips, and you slowly opened your eyes, watching Cinnabar. Her head was bowed forward, mouth hung open as she tried to grind her cunt against the chair, seeking some semblance of friction on her own aching pussy.

"Awe, poor doggy is so desperate," You cooed, making Cinnabar sob a bit, watching as she desperately nodded her head.

"God yes! Agh, I need you, baby," Cinnabar whined, looking up at you with teary eyes, something that had you smiling.

You shakily got up from the bed, walking towards her. You moved behind, leaning down to kiss her neck while you began to undo the intricate knots of her restraints. She's breathing heavily, whimpering as she waits in anticipation, while tilting her head to the side for you, allowing you more access to her neck.

"Be a good dog for me, okay?" You purred against her ear, and she rapidly nodded her head. With that, you undid the last knot, letting her free.

As soon as Cinnabar was free, she sprang up from the chair, her desperation clear as she grabbed your arm. But you were the one in charge, so you stopped her movements, before shoving her down onto her bed. She let's out a gasp, but allows her body to hit the mattress, while looking up at you.

"Didn't I just tell you to be good for me?" You asked, giving her a sneer as you moved on top of her, settling yourself to straddling her lap.

"F-Fuck, I'm sorry baby-" Cinnabar quickly tried to apologize, but you cut her off but grabbing one of her legs and placing it over your shoulder, while pressing your glistening cunts together.

"None of that now," You growled, watching Cinnabar throw her head back against the bed, a choked sob escaping her mouth at feeling your pussy against hers. "You can touch my hips, baby, but if you make any movements, you'll just be restrained again and forced to watch."

The threat hangs heavy in the air, and Cinnabar is determined to make sure you don't see through to it. Sure she had the treat in her grasp, but now all she had to do was stare at it, watching that treat move so tantalizingly in front of her.

After all, a good dog watches, and Cinnabar was one of the best.

ENDING NOTES: This has been in my drafts for a while now, and just got to finishing it up. Enjoy this little treat.

[artistrichardhfay]

Article: "Manticore: Man-Eating Hybrid Beast of Legend and Art"

A legendary monster that bore many names (Manticore, Manticora, Mantichora, Manticory, Manticoras, Martikhora, Mantiserra, Memecoleous, Mancomorion, and the Satyral), the fearsome Manticore featured in the lore, bestiaries, and creative works of various lands and cultures, from ancient Asia to medieval Europe, and beyond. However, the Manticore legend first took root in ancient Greece and Persia. A garbled account of man-eating Bengal tigers of India may have been the seed that sprouted all subsequent tales of this strange and ferocious hybrid creature. Despite its dubious origins, the legend of the Manticore persisted and developed over the centuries.

Ctesias, Greek physician to the Persian King Artaxerxes II Mnemon (reigned 404 to 358 BCE), penned what seems to be the first written account of the Manticore. Even though Ctesias never visited India, he wrote that a lion-sized man-faced monstrosity prowled the sub-continent. As preserved in later works by the Roman writer Aelian (c. 170 – c. 235 CE) and the Byzantine scholar Photius (c. 815-897 CE), Ctesias described what he called the Martikhora (derived from the Persian mardkhor, meaning “man-slayer” or “man-eater”) as possessing pale blue eyes, three rows of sharp teeth, savage claws, a cinnabar-coloured pelt, a scorpion’s tail, additional stings on the crown of its head and each side of its tail, and a voice that sounded like a trumpet. Ctesias also claimed that the creature could, to defend itself, shoot regenerating foot-long stingers both forward and backward a considerable distance. One animal alone could withstand those poisoned quills; the thick-skinned elephant had little to fear from the Manticore’s otherwise deadly sting. To hunt such a formidable beast, Indian natives rode upon elephants and attacked their prey with spears or arrows.

It seems likely that the man-eating Martikhora of Ctesias was based upon tales of the Bengal tiger (Panthera tigris tigris). The Romanised Greek Pausanias (c. 110 – c. 180 CE) believed this to be the case, and wrote about his thoughts on the matter in the ninth book of his ten-volume travelogue entitled Description of Greece. In his section on fabulous animals, he suggested that the red-hued pelt described by Ctesias could be explained by a tiger appearing to be a homogeneous red in colour when observed running in full sunlight. Pausanias also put forward the opinion that the more fanciful traits recorded by Ctesias, such as the lethal stingers and three rows of teeth, arose from natives exaggerating the deadly characteristics of a man-eating beast they dreaded. According to what Irish naturalist Valentine Ball wrote in his 1883 paper “Identification of the Pygmies, the Martikhora, the Griffin, and the Dikarion of Ktesias”, these two traits dismissed by Pausanias as false may have had a basis in fact. Ball argued that the Manticore’s three rows of teeth might have been derived from the tiger’s trilobate molars, while the tail-borne stingers might have been a distorted account of a horny dermal structure he asserted exists at the extremity of a tiger’s tail.

Regardless of the reality behind Ctesias’ account, other ancient writers helped propagate the legend of the Manticore. With the sceptical qualifier of “if we are to believe Ctesias”, Aristotle described the Martichora of India in his History of Animals of 350 BCE. He included most of the characteristics already mentioned and also said that the beast’s call sounded like a combination of pan-pipes and a trumpet. The Roman author and naturalist Pliny the Elder, in his Naturalis Historia of c. 77 CE, displayed little scepticism over the creature’s actual existence when he echoed Ctesias and Aristotle, although he placed the creature in Ethiopia. He added that the triple-rowed teeth fit into each other like a comb. He also claimed to have been informed that the man-faced monster could mimic human speech.

Inspired by the writings of ancient Greek and Roman naturalists, the compilers of medieval bestiaries included the Manticore among their compendia of beasts, both ordinary and fantastic.

The exact appearance of the creature varied from work-to-work, although all variations displayed a feline-body with a human face. One 12th century bestiary featured a Manticore wearing a Phyrgian cap. An English bestiary of the early 13th century portrayed its Manticore as possessing a particularly savage countenance and prominent stingers all along its tail. Another mid-late 13th century English bestiary depicted the Manticore with a visage that was merely a rough approximation of a human face. Yet another 13th century bestiary, this one from northern France, portrayed the beast as having a distinctively human head, but no stinging tail. This particular depiction also deviated from the standard reddish coat colour, in this instance (assuming the colour hadn’t faded or altered drastically over time) the illuminator had instead opted for a greyish hue.

Besides its frequent presence in bestiaries, the Manticore also made appearances in medieval sculpture and even, on rare occasions, medieval and Tudor heraldry. The Manticore carvings found in some medieval churches stood as symbols of the weeping prophet Jeremiah. The late medieval Lord Hastings adopted a tusked Manticore (or mantyger) as his heraldic badge. The Tudor-era Lord Fitzwalter had, for his badge, a purple-hued Manticore. At times, the head of the heraldic Manticore would be adorned with spiral horns.

Over time, the Manticore became associated with other fabulous creatures and served as inspiration for other legendary monsters. In the later Middle Ages and Renaissance, the heraldic Manticore helped shape the imagery of the female-faced chimaeric creature that stood as a symbol of the sin of fraud in “grotteschi” (grotesque decorative elements) and some Mannerist paintings. Edward Topsell, in his 1607 work The Historie of Foure-Footed Beastes, copied the description of a Manticore as given by Ctesias, but then equated the man-faced beast with the badger-headed cloven-hoofed Leucrocota and the hyena. In Spanish lore, the Manticore transformed into a kind of werewolf that kidnapped and preyed upon children. Tales of the Manticore told by sixteenth century missionaries to the New World may have formed the basis for the Cigouave, a human-faced feline-bodied beast, of Haitian Vodou tradition.

As the ages progressed, the Manticore of art and popular culture gained additional attributes. Along with the spiral horns added by heraldic artists, others tacked on scales, udders or dragon’s wings. A scaly Manticore sporting horns, udders, and wings featured in a 17th century bestiary. In modern times, a bat-winged Manticore has numbered among the monsters that adventuring characters may encounter in the fantasy realms of a certain well-known role-playing game. The Manticore in Gustave Flaubert’s 1874 work The Temptation of St. Anthony spoke of possessing screw-like claws and the ability to spew plague.

Interestingly enough, although it seems likely that distorted tales of man-eating tigers served as the basis for the man-faced scorpion-tailed stinger-flinging Manticore of ancient natural histories and medieval bestiaries, the legend lives on. In Indonesia, some villagers today tell tales of a man-eating Manticore that prowls the jungle and kills its human prey with a single bite or scratch. It just goes to show that the Manticore has endured, in human imagination if not necessarily in reality.

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[chounaifu]

Public vs Private Information

Public—

Proton is an Executive ranked member of Team Rocket, and heads their sub market & black market operations. He has numerous grunts, officers and admins ranked below him as subordinates, all who help run his markets. He also employees The Repo Squad.

He spends a lot of time outside of headquarters due to the nature of his duties. It is not too uncommon to see him in public, but he tries to keep a low profile, unless he is out on business with clients.

He is mixed ethnicity; Johtoen and the Pokémon equivalent of Korean.

He is known to be abnormally violent.

Private—

Proton joined Rocket at the age of 15, and advanced the ranks quickly due to his ruthless nature towards competition, and manipulative tactics used on the streets for black market sales.

He was raised by his paternal grandfather after his parents passed when he was 9 years old from an illness.

After an incident at the Pokémon Lab on Cinnabar Island 8 years ago, caused by malfunctioning equipment and overuse of a damaged cloning machine, Proton was sent “out of bounds” and exposed to a “glitch anomaly”, better known as MissingNo. He is the only member of his squad who survived.

He was catatonic for a month after the incident. The exposure corrupted him at a DNA level, which has damaged his nervous system and worsened his already poor mental health. It also caused him to have bizarre spurts of strength, and crippling moments of physical weakness.

Though he has recovered rather well, and his body has stabilized somewhat, he is still prone to fits, triggers and psychosis. Blunt force trauma to the head worsens his condition and sets him off. His memory is spotty, and he has forgotten the majority of his childhood and parts of his adulthood because of it.

Classified—

His full, legal name is Kojima Tae-hyung.

He was born in Ecruteak City on June 17th.

Proton is responsible for the murder of his paternal grandfather.

[runemyth0]

Fire Red Z, Part 8: Volcano & Earth

Alright, you know the drill. Last time! On! Fire Red! Z! We trained real hard, did some soul searching, then won the Soul Badge from Koga. After that, we headed south and west, towards Cinnabar Island and the seventh gym badge.

And it actually went really well!

After surfing through the choppy waters of Route 19, we caught Seagrass the Tentacool on Route 20. After that, it was a quick jaunt through the Seafoam Islands (with about a half dozen cans of repel), then across the rest of Route 20. I did spot a big blue bird in the depths of the caves, but that might have been an ice sculpture... I’ll have to go back and check.

Cinnabar Island! The island of fire, some call it. Also known as the island of NOT HAVING THEIR DANG GYM OPEN.

While we waited for them to open back up, we stopped in at the research lab and got ourselves Calamites the Kabuto! After checking and finding the gym still not open, we went fishing, catching Sargassum the Shellder.

After checking one more time and finding the gym locked up tight, I decided to go invade the only other freestanding structure on the island for a key. If Blaine wasn’t willing to face me, then I’d just break in and steal myself a badge.

Unfortunately, looks like a bunch of other folks had the same idea and were looting the pokemon mansion for all its goods. Though, some of them seemed in a hurry to carry off a bunch of research papers.

I mean, I read the journals scattered throughout the house, but it wasn’t like they had any useful information. They just talked about some rare pokemon called Mew and another named Mewtwo. They also mentioned some place called “South America” where Mew was supposedly discovered; I don’t think I’ve ever seen that region on a map, so who knows what they were talking about.

Whatever. I found the key, then headed back to the gym. Waterlily Surfed through most of the gym trainers, netting a good number of levels in the process. Naturally, we made a quick stop at the pokemon center before we faced Blaine.

Blaine was ridiculously easy. While Waterlily did take a Fire Blast to the face (as did Ginger), Surf and Earthquake made quick work of his team. Volcano Badge acquired!

After I left, Bill showed up and dragged me off to the Sevii Islands to check out his friend’s computer set up. I got distracted while they were working on it and ended up fighting a biker gang and saving a little girl from a Hypno. I caught Palm the Exeggcute and Horsetail the Psyduck on Three and Two Island, respectively. I also heard about some big, scary pokemon living up on the volcano, so definitely going to check that out soon.

Once we got back to Cinnabar, Bill headed home and so did I, up through Route 21. I tried to catch a Tangela, but as it turns out, Wheat is just too strong, even an ineffective Razor Leaf tore through the poor pokemon.

Regardless, we stayed the night at home (Mom was glad to see us, for sure), then headed out to Vermillion City in the morning, after hearing a news report about their gym leader returning. I may have forgotten my pokeballs and had to rush back to grab them...

Regardless, we headed in to the gym, facing all the ground type trainers and making our way to the mysterious leader of the gym–oh who am I kidding, it was Giovanni. Who else loves ground types this much? I might have had a few concerns about facing him, not least of which being my entire team being fairly underleveled, just barely hitting his lowest levels.

But we were riding high off our last gym! Thus the battle began, even as memories of Cerulean flashed through my head.

Wheat took down his Ryhorns in one hit each, in part thanks to the secret technique learned on Two Island. Foxglove failed to OHKO Nidoqueen and tanked an Earthquake like a champ. She managed to drop Nidoqueen’s Sp. Def, though, and the next Psychic was a one shot. Rather than risk Foxglove against Nidoking, Waterlily subbed in and one shot him with Surf.

Earth Badge acquired! And apparently Team Rocket defeated forever? Cool, I guess.

Anyways, all I have left to do is make my way through Route 23 and Victory Road. But first, I think I should head back out and do some training. Not to mention I need to start thinking about the team that will face the Elite Four. And investigating those strange pokemon around the region...

Looks like I’ve got a lot to do!

[genshinguyguides]

-ALBEDO GEO SUB-DPS BUILD-

Weapon options: Cinnabar Spindle/Harbinger of Dawn

Artifact Set: Husk of Opulent Dreams Defense% Sands Geo DMG Goblet Crit DMG/Rate Circlet

Substats: Defensive%, Crit DMG/Rate

We want to utilize the affects of Husk of Opulent Dreams by buffing defence and Geo DMG, which will increase his elemental skill damage. If you can't get your hands on some of the weapon options, try picking one that boosts his defence and if you can't get his artifact set, still try getting one that increases defence and damage.

Hope this helped!

[urmumlelecksdee]

Just sent someone an ask asking their thoughts on hnk translations and I have OPINIONS

Bortz vs Bort is pretty clear to me it's just Bort. The name of the gem irl is Bort. Some mf making a sub (or maybe dub too idk I haven't heard it) heard the Japanese VAs say "ボルツ," which sounds like "bo-ru-tsu," and decided that their name is now Bortz. But that's like,, not the name lol its Bort. Tbf though googling Bortz comes up wiht a Wiktionary disambiguation page leading to Bort so like idk

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Kongō vs Adamant is more of a question of translation vs localization. From the hnk wiki:

The kanji used in Kongo (金剛) is derived from the term Vajra, which means both "diamond" and "thunderbolt". A vajra is a symbol representing a force that is both indestructible and able to cut any substance (hence diamond), as well as unstoppable (hence thunderbolt).

So you can see where the word "Adamant" would come from this. The wiki page explains more on the origins of that word but you probably follow from here. While this is a good translation of the word in this context, Kongō isn't an adjective to be translated, it's his NAME! We don't translate characters named Yuki to Snow!

The argument here though is in lost meaning and intent. Kongō's name is such to carry the meaning (along with his figure) that he is one of great strength and formidability. The meaning of his name carries this through. It's like naming a character "Dr. Evil." The meaning of his name is that he's fucking evil. Or Dr. Eggman. He's shaped like an egg.

But this is about MY opinion, and MY opinion is that we should just use his name. I'm not really a fan of changing a character's name in a translation, even if meaning is lost, even in the name of localization. His name is Kongō and I like it that way.

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And now for the PRONOUNCE! To my understanding, the Japanese language doesn't have gender-neutral pronouns, so the gems use words such as 'boku' and 'ore,' masculine terms, which double as being gender-neutral in languages lacking gender-neutral terms.

One manga translation interprets this as just using he/him pronouns for everyone. This just,, feels like it's missing the point. The gems really aren't that masculine and calling them all 'he' doesn't feel right.

Another translation uses they/them. I like this a lot better. They're all intended to be genderless after all.

But I think the individual gems are more nuanced than that. Diamond and Red Beryl for example are obviously super feminine, there's no argument there and I feel comfortable calling them she. Even the less hyperfem gems like Bort or Cinnabar don't feel androgynous enough to warrant more than a she/her. But we also have gems like Phos and Antarc, who totally feel a they/them and Antarc maybe even a they/he.

Ghost/Caringorm are my favorites to explore this with though. They're just a big trans allegory. Ghost feels feminine, but this "other person inside her" is too gender to be left alone. And when the outer shell is forcibly shredded away from Caringorm (in a really gruesome scene might I add), a much more masculine entity emerges, one that has always been there, fighting for control the whole time. Sound familiar? It's trans as fuck!

But even then Caringorm doesn't feel all the way he/him! They're like a he/they/she with how they act with Aechmea, solidly genderfluid in my eyes.

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But that's just a the- my thoughts! I'd love to hear someone else's input on this too