#Taiyo matter

[starstruck358]

Here's some killby doodles at night

(Yes Taiyo likes to make fun of the ruler Zero²)

[sage-reads-things]

Credit where credit is due—Kyoichiro doesn't yell at Taiyo for what happened, only telling him to focus on saving Mutsumi with the rest of the family. I was expecting him to rake Taiyo over the coals for inadvertently causing the whole mess, so the fact that he's keeping his cool is surprisingly generous of him.

That being said, the hostage swap being planned from the start probably explains why everyone, including Kyoichiro, is so chill about Mutsumi getting kidnapped. They've already had time to be unhappy about it—now they just need to follow the plan and get Mutsumi back before anything goes wrong. And guilt-tripping Taiyo isn't going to make him any more productive.

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★  𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇-𝐀, 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇-𝐀, 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄. + 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐎'𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀

masterlist. / taglist. / tip jar. synopsis. no matter how many times you try to convince yourself that Miguel is the bane of your existence, the way you react during training proves otherwise.

─── ☆ notes. i need fics of miguel being an absolute dick, like a petty bitch just for the hell of it i need more attitude yk? Like if that man isn't calling me a slut it ain't canon! | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

─── ☆ length. 4.3k (33 min read).

─── ☆ genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni | no spoilers | smut, enemies to lovers, maybe mutual pining, fighting and violence, semi public sex, gym sex, mentions of abuse, size difference, pain kink, strength kink, degradation kink, manhandling, power play(?), begging, rough sex, cervix kissing, choking, fangs, biting, marking, cunnilingus, eye contact, hair pulling, creampie, open ended, not an taiyo fic without a few typos.

IF YOU ASKED any of the other Spider-men what they loved so much about being Spider-Man, their answers would all be the same, ranging from "the suit" to "the enhanced abilities." It was a no-brainer that being a superhero came with a few awesome perks.

Which was why your answer was just a bit confusing, "the combat." You would always smile, despite the many eyebrows raises and looks that convinced you you had to be some type of overcover masochist, especially since you would never really go into true detail about why.

Your reasoning behind putting on the mask was similar to all the others: another traumatized kid being thrown into a whole new reality that you never would have dreamed of being possible.

Sadly, you had been raised with the loss of most of your loved ones, and your family was in shambles from the abuse you would go through from them. It was the reason why it was difficult for you to grow up and make many friends, let alone navigate your abilities on your own accord, which was why it was a whole different ball game when you first joined the spider society.

When you first met Miguel O'Hara, you thought he was an overly intimidating man with an even more scary personality. Your aesthetics and morals would clash in the first few run-ins you would have with him.

In all honesty, you first thought him to be a massive dick who surprisingly needed more therapy than you did. From his bored expression to his unnerving glare, it was clear upon the first introduction that you two just would not get along.

Which was why the universe made him the only spider person willing and with enough free time to train you. It came as a surprise to you both, who are usually butting heads. Miguel was adamant about not wanting to waste his time training some little girl who didn't even know how to throw a punch.

With much shit-talking on your part and a lot of teasing claims of him being afraid that you were going to kick your ass, training had quite literally started in full swing.

It was probably a bad move on your part to push the buttons of the guy who was teaching you how to fight. Miguel was clear with his fight-style techniques. He was nimble with his limbs and swift on his feet. It was hard for anyone to get a hit on him, especially since he wasn't the type to hold back his punches. 

His teaching style was the same: your sessions included throwing you around as if you were some ragdoll and picking you up as if you weighed nothing, just to slam you into the ground with full bruising force.

There would be some very rare occasions when you would manage to get the upper hand on him. Miguel was about a foot taller than you, not to mention how pathetically compressed you looked standing next to him. You learned that the only way you could manage to get the upper hand was by using your size difference to your advantage.

All the sessions you won were hosted by you managing to tangle yourself from his claws and climb his towering figure into a headlock, praying that you had enough strength in your legs to make him tap out.

"How is she not dead yet?" Miles would mutter, looking concerned, as he stood from the sidelines of the training room, watching one of your sessions, as the blonde by his side didn't even wince at the sound of Miguel untangling you from the headlock you had him in.

His arms moved faster than you could process as he managed to loosen your hold enough to slam the air from your lungs as you fell back facing against the mat so hard that even Miles was convinced he could feel the blow in the lower spine.

"I mean, at this point, I'm kind of convinced she’s turned into his personal punching bag." Miles strains to watch Miguel not even wipe a sweat as he sprung back on his feet. He stretched out his full body, towering over you, curled flat against the mat, trying to collect your breathing as well as your broken ego.

Gwen nodded in agreement. "I don't even know how someone could hit someone so...squishy? She’s just so cute." She muttered, watching with her arms crossed. 

"This punching bag needs to learn that in the real world, people aren't going to go as easy on her just because she’s cute." Miguel, despite glaring at the two bystanders, leaned down and yanked you back onto your stumbling feet. 

Your fingers combed through the matted curls now drenched in sweat away from your forehead, using your water break as the perfect excuse to help cover up the reaction to the sudden compliment that came from his lips and the way he had made you feel.

"And her being my personal punching bag is completely at her fault, if you want to learn how to fight, you have to learn how to take a few punches." You couldn't help but roll your eyes and wave your hand out in annoyance at another one of Miguel O’Hara’s famous lectures.

"I’m not a punching bag, did you not see the hold I had on him early?" You huffed, almost choking on your water, trying to protest. Gwen humored your claim, the blonde reaching out and rubbing your shoulder out of support as you continued with your defense. "Any tighter, and I would have easily snapped his neck."

Of course, Miguel only smirked as you continued grasping at straws at the point of trying to prove to your friends your improvement, his eyes flitting back and forth at the exchange, expressionless at the sight of you managing to still joke around as if you weren't about to pass out from fatigue at any second.

"And was that before or after the part where I kicked your ass, little girl?" He shot out, chipping away at the final lock that held back your annoyance, you hadn't even had time to process the insult before he bumped his shoulder into you on his way out of the training room.

His rude exit enticed a round of reactions from Miles and Gwen trying their awkward best to comfort the boiling pot of anger they saw written all over your face, rolling your eyes, you pushed past the two, not without grumbling a string of insults in Miguel’s name to the washrooms.

You blessed the spider lords for somehow having the ability to shower under running water, let alone the unexplainable strange amount of amenities that the spider society dimensions had. 

Like a web shooter's wonderland, you quickly shed the sweating clothes you trained in and stepped foot into the cold cubicle shower booth, letting the water run for a bit until enough steam fogged clouded stepping under the stream. Even with the hot water splashing pressure against your aching muscles, no amount of water could manage to wash away the annoying feeling in your legs. 

It was enough of a jab at your pride to even find Miguel attractive in the first place, and here your body was betraying you once more, begging, throbbing desperately for his every touch in its every form, and having the nerve to grow more intense during your training.

The feeling had yet to fully disappear the next day, even with your session starting off with you fueled from yesterday's comments. You tried pushing the feeling as you were just ready to have Miguel mutter another word insult with the ass kick you were ready to give him. It was the only possible explanation for why you were so jittery about getting to training on time.

"It took you long enough." Was the first thing you heard Miguel announce throughout the empty room.

He wasn’t wearing his suit—neither of you did while training—instead, he was wearing dark gray sweatpants paired with some random dark red graphic shirt that fit him a bit too snuggly to leave room for imagination around his arms.

"Almost thought you were gonna skip out."

You were aware enough to spot this quick observation of your outfit as well. Keeping it casual and opting for better mobility, you shimmied yourself into plain Nike shorts that stopped higher up than you had expected them to on your thighs with a loose tank top that peeked out the straps of your sports bra.

Nothing about your clothes screamed attention grabbing—at least that's what you thought before you caught Miguel’s red-tinted stare on the way your shorts hugged your thighs.

He glanced away, muttering something in Spanish you couldn't quite translate the moment your fingers fidgeted with the bottom hems of the shorts, tugging them slightly more down while deciding to break the tense silence that had managed to sneak up on you. "So what are we doing today?"

"Huh, I’ve been thinking." He answered, followed by the clearing of his throat, "We try something a little different." You could never get used to the roughness of his voice or the way he spoke with so much arrogance that it reminded just about everyone that he thought he was better than just about everyone.

Even now that you stepped towards the middle of the mat, standing rigidly just a few paces away from him, you could tell from that stupid, cocky expression as he stood looking down at you that there was no possible way that he would ever see you as a real threat. "I want you to try to hit me." 

Your brows creased together in confusion. 

"What?" was all you asked, which seemed to be the wrong question to ask as Miguel stretched out a sigh from his mouth, his hands coming close to his to pinch the bridge of his nose. 

"I said hit me." He speaks more slowly, making sure to mockingly over pronounce every symbol in every word as if you were a child. "Preferably soon and as hard as you can." A grimace finds itself twisting on your lips before you can even process your bubbling annoyance. Your body moved on autopilot because of your keen senses, jumping over the swing of his left leg with ease.

You couldn't say that swift grace stuck with your attempt at a counterattack. Bending your knee just enough to reach out and kick, you were only met with the bottom of your foot stomping flat against the floor mat and Miguel dodging your kick, standing just a few paces away. "Too predictable," he scolded in that annoyingly deep voice you hated oh so much and totally did not turn on you at all. You sprung yourself up by the heels of your feet and charged at him with full determination to land at least one punch on his stupidly chiseled, handsome face.

It had been your second mistake, giving him too much time to brace himself. Already regretting your emotionally impulsive start, resulting in the punch you swung being easily deflected by Miguel.

His hand wrapped entirely around your wrist, bending your arm almost out of your socket and kicking the back of your knee to the mat with his heel. You feel down to a kneel with a hissing pain in your arm threatening to get worse at any wrong twist.

"Lose that fucking attitude, or you’ll get sloppy." As if your body could radiate any more anger, you knew he was just trying to push your buttons, trying to throw you off your game with smack talk that was not working on you or anything.

"Again," he prompted, letting your arm go and stepping back, egging on another attack from you.

"Give me a damn minute." No matter how much you wanted to snap back at him with something snarky, you knew it would only prove his point entirely—not only that but also the fact that he was mentally hitting you in all the places that he knew counted the most to throw you off your game. 

Biting back the insult you already had threatened to slip from your tongue instead of making a point by rolling your eyes as you stumbled back to your feet. Rolling your sore shoulder back as your eyes scan over his stance, trying to find the best opening for a better attack, you steady your breath and cloud your mind in thought. "You aren't going to get anywhere but dead standing around like that, you know."

So much for wanting to consider your options. Miguel took the first swing at you and was on the verge of kicking you on your ass if it weren't for your shoddy dodge.

"Didn't you just say I had to be less fucking predictable?" You snarled, lifting your foot with most of your weight pointed in the direction of his jaw. Surprisingly, the kick landed just not in the place you wanted it to; instead, Miguel’s arm blocked the blow, much to your annoyance.

"I also said—" All he was doing was using dodging moves on you, swiping your other foot from under you as he held the other one that you kicked up in his arm, resulting in you landing once again flat on your ass. "to lose that fucking attitude."

You had not gone down without a fight, twisting and kicking, trying to wrestle your limbs free by any means. Miguel had almost embarrassingly quickly ceased your squirming, his palm cuffing your arms and pressing hard against your chest as his other hand pressed tightly into your thighs, folding your legs in place under his hips.

The position was interesting, to say the least, but you still had some fight in you, wiggling against his grip with any strength you had left to break free. It was a useless battle, but the man had his grip around you tight as well as an overpowering size difference that blanketed your entire figure like one big rock.

And that's how you caught yourself in another web of misfortune. Your nerves are surging at the feeling of something—him brushing against your calf. Maybe it was all the adrenaline pumping through your veins or the fact that you were practically being manhandled so easily that did another thing to your body, or maybe it was just pure horny instability that your brain couldn't even process the lewd whine that tugged from your throat after the fact that it had happened.

Watching in pure horror as Miguel loomed on top of you, his mouth slightly agape as his chest heaved and his brows pulled together, the embarrassment from his confused, almost offended looking expression hit you fast. Here your body was betraying you once more, this time going absolutely haywire and melting like a stupid pile of putty at the fact that you were being body pressed against some mat with some guy's hard junk pressed into your leg.

You couldn't bear to even look him in the eye anymore, your head tilting to the side, pressing your cheek into the mat, and squeezing your eyes closed, not suddenly envying the spidermen with teleportation powers. "Fucking Christ, can you get off now?"

A beat of silence hovered between the small distance between you two, neither moving nor talking. It was starting to become unbearable how tightly Miguel had folded your legs against him, in the sense that you could already feel his body heat radiating. The close proximity did not help with how unbearably your heart was beating against your chest. "How do you manage after all of that to still have that shameless fucking attitude?"

You stilled at how his voice had managed to cut through your own thick cloud of betraying thoughts as well as the ringing in your eardrums. "Shameless? As if you don't have your dick pressed against me right now."

"By the sounds of it, you don't seem that bothered at all." Miguel taunted, You thought you were bound to die of embarrassment.

Yeah, this is how you went out—by dying from the sheer effect of your own extremely horny though—not some overpowered supervillain with a vendetta against you but Miguel O'Hara and his dick print.

You could already hear the new taunts that he would use against you, "Not even in your fucking dreams." being the only comeback that you could muster, your limbs tingling with slight pins and needles, threatening to go stiff under his unbound grasp. 

"Oh, like you wouldn't love to," he sneered, shifting the weight from his hips flat against your thighs. "Probably thinking about me taking off these tight fucking shorts and having my way with you?" Your body reacted first to the accusation, cursing under your breath as you felt your second heartbeat flutter in between your legs.

His lingering stare hadn't helped one bit, and you watched from the sidelines as his eyes raked over your body with interest.

"I bet this was your plan the entire fucking time, huh?" He asked, leaning in as the distance dwindled until you could feel the brush of his breath against your face. "Put on some sweet naive act in front of everyone, knowing that you're getting yourself off on me throwing you around, touching yourself like some bitch in heat."

You hadn't bothered covering the whine that parted from your lips at the feeling of his erection slowly rutting against your thigh, the cocky smirk on his lips wanting you to melt away against the mat.

Miguel practically growled at the pathetic sounds that parted from your lips, tugging your legs apart to rut his hips down against your core. You shivered at the intrusion of his bulge pressed against your eagerness, the foreign feeling of him grinding against you left your thoughts in a dizzy fog.

"What? Can’t fucking speak now," he said as if he were dangling your most prized possession in front of your face, his fingers creeping into dangerous territory, making it a point for his fingertips to drag down your lower torso only to halt right above the elastic waistband of your shorts. "Go on, use your words."

"...fuck you."

The small amount of distance made the space between you two fall tensely thick, and the words spoken from your lips were different from the feelings that made your heart thud against your ribs. You weren't stupid, you knew Miguel could sense it, he could sense just about everything about your body from how close he kneeled on top of you.

Maybe that was why he had closed the distance so quickly after, letting the tight grip around your wrists give way to his hand finding a new objective, wrapping his fingers around your neck, not bothering to be gentle as he guided your lips towards his. The kiss was as rough as you had dreamed it to be. Eager for each other's kiss, you couldn't even process the noise that vibrated sharply from your throat before Miguel could pull away first, leaving you panting for more of his touch.

"First time I've ever seen you so quiet," his deep taunts were starting to grow unbearable, shifting your hips at the brush of his fangs against the jugular of your neck with every word, "who knew all you needed was some dick?" The harsh kisses he left trailing down to your collarbone made you feel like a hot, needy mess of putty. If it weren't for the tight grasp he had on your body, you were convinced that you would feel like you'd melt into some type of puddle. The growing frustration had only started to build up more as Miguel let go of your thighs, his hand trailing between your legs ruthlessly as the bud of his fingers rubbed against your clothed pussy. 

As for why you shifted your hips up and let him impatiently tug and yank at the bow knotted around the waist of your shorts, breaking away from the red splotching light bruises already forming against your brown skin and wiggling you out of your shorts, Miguel thought it was quite the image, his eyes were fixated on the drooling sight of you under him, so vulnerable with your thighs hugging to your chest, spread open, revealing yourself in your pants.

All sanity was thrown out the window the moment he tugged you closer by your knees, your lower half lifted in his arms just enough for him to sit face to face with your cunt. His eyes darkened, his pupils blown as his tongue lapped over his lips, leaving you feeling restless. It was a slow and almost painful battle of trying to reach down and shove his face closer or buck your hips as his fingers sheathed and explored themselves against the fabric of your underwear.

As if Miguel could read your mind, his fingers hooked the fabric under the bend of his finger, followed by a quick tearing sound. "I’ll get you new ones," the comfort emitting a whine from your throat as you couldn't even scowl at him for ruining your underwear because you were too busy admiring the work his fingers were doing. Without warning, Miguel leans in closer, the warmth of his mouth almost sending you into a frenzy as his fingers spread open your lips, his lips sucking at your clitoral area, prompting you to let out a very lewd moan.

"Too loud," Miguel mumbled against your pussy, too busy webbed up in your own pleasure to even notice how every embarrassedly sloppy wet noise had seemed to perfectly echo throughout the empty room. You couldn't even explain the number of emotions that were flowing through you, from shame from being tongue fucked and fingered against the floor about the one man you hated so much to bashfulness from holding eye contact with him as he lay between your legs and ate your pussy like he was starving for you.

"I can't help it," you whined, shivering at the string of spit that contacted Miguel as he lifted his head in an idea. It took a second to process Miguel picking you up and turning you on your stomach, his hands guiding your hips up and stripping your torn panties down your legs to stuff them in your mouth.

Without a word, Miguel grabbed your ass with another hand, guiding your lower back into an arch as the other made small indents from his nail bearing into your cheeks as he spread them apart.

Before you could even feel embarrassed at the new position, he shoved his face between them, your moan being muffled by your makeshift cloth gag that worked a bit too well in lowering your whines as Miguel’s mouth sought his tongue out for your pussy once more.

"You're close I can smell it," you almost missed Miguel's groan over your building ecstasy, "just let it go, baby, let me take care of you. That's what you want, right?" His voice is drastically different from his usual rough, rude tone, softened to something of a coo that has managed to unknot your pleasure with his tongue. Your body tensed against his mouth for a moment as he had the nerve to suck his fingers clean. No grace period was given before he could lift you once more with a grunt, laying you flat on your back.

Slotting himself back between his legs, Miguel chuckled at the dazed look on your face. "It's alright, baby, I can take it from here." taking the balled up drool covered panties from your mouth and instead replaced them with his lips. The sensual change of pace wasn't enough to stop the shiver that rid your nerves of the feeling of his bare cock rutting against your slit, using his thumb to spread your lips apart to sink his tip inside of you with a low hiss against your mouth.

A gasp left yours as his girthy length intruded deeper inside of you, the burying stretch of his dick having your nails roughly grasping at the nape neck of his hair tugging a handful as his pace hadn't bothered to even get familiar already. Miguel’s hips weren't letting out as he fucked you almost animalistic against the floor. You were convinced he was trying to fuck you into the mat, to be one with the floor, which would perfectly explain the rough pace that left you breathless with each piston of his hips. 

The graphically lewd sounds of your weak groans were nothing compared to the pornographic sound of your skin meeting his, your brain empty with nothing but greed, wanting to take everything and more of what Miguel was giving you. His fingers reach to unwrap your fingers tangled in his hair to intertwine them in his. "That's it, mama, that's it," he whispers against the shell of your ear, earning a whimpering reply from you, almost close to spilling the tears clouding your waterline.

Your mind couldn't process anything other than how good Miguel’s dick felt being shoved inside of you, his cock dragging against your tight, flustering walls with each shaky breath brushed against your ear. Your cunt seemed to react to Miguel’s lashes tickling against your neck as his eyes screwed tightly shut, muttering a string of compliments in his mother tongue.

You weren't lucky enough to be more stable, surprised that your throat hasn't gone horse with how ruined your vocal cords sounded in the pace of his pistoning hips. Only going up an octave higher as one of Miguel’s hands reaches down to pay attention to your clit, he doesn't stop even when your limbs start to tremble from your climax. 

With one last hard thrust, he finally stills, your name being the only thing you could make out through his mumbling as his unfamiliar warm sensation welcomed itself inside of you. 

Groaning right in your ear, he cums inside of you with his entire dead weight pressed against you, caging you against the floor. "Alright," Miguel sighs, settling on top of you once more with his arms holding himself just a few inches away from your face. "Again."

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ÅSE: More drink! THERION: There isn’t anymore, Åse. This is all we could get. ÅSE: ACK! This won’t do! How can make drink contest with no drink?! EIRA: You’ve already lost once, Blondie. I wouldn’t be so eager for a rematch. ELION: Mm, your confidence is so attractive. Have I told you? EIRA: Who invited you? ASTER: Now, now everyone, calm down! I have arrived! Finally, this jamboree can begin! THERION: Hey, play the one I wrote. ASTER: See, I would do that, but there’s the whole matter about it being utterly rubbish. THERION: Eh—? TAIYO: Indryr, did you bring books to the party? INDRYR: Oh, yes. At least three. Well, it’ll be hard to focus with all the noise and distraction, but I think it only reasonable to be prepared. (TAYUIN: …fucking nerds.) SARAYN: You seem to be rather muted tonight, Lord Faerie. Suppose you’ve come down with a bout of seasonal depression? TAYUIN: You’re one to talk… What are you even doing here? SARAYN: I was invited, same as you. In fact, I thought we all were. That’s the point. TAYUIN: That’s not what I meant. [your sense of humor seriously needs some work] You’ve never passed up a chance to slip away and introvert out. What’s so different about this time? SARAYN: I’ve a matter to address with the Priest. Amongst other things. Perhaps I’m interested in enjoying the ambience. TAYUIN: Not suspicious at all… ÅSE: No brooding allowed at party, Tiny Pixie! Deathling, I hope you bring many stories! SARAYN: Certainly. And if you’re good, maybe I’ll tell you one. ÅSE: HAH?! WHY SAYS THIS? Did you hear, Monster Hunter?! Deathling is make jokes! KYRIE: Everyone is so lively… EVE: It’ll be good for you. You should try and relax a little. I know you’re probably still thinking about what happened, but remember to take some time for yourself. We will figure it out, Kyrie. KYRIE: Thank you. I’ll do my best.

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happy woke month guys . ugh . wokians .

taiyo is trans no matter what you say idc taht he used to be a priest that boy is trans and you cant tell me im wrong

ohplaease i need peopel to talk to mo4 about pease please please im so desperate i need more mo4 fan friends i know theres discord servers but im too scared tojoin them uhmmm .

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Okay, an Au for the Daemon au! Humans have their own equivalent to Daemons, but its different from Cybertronians. In older times when tech wasn't a thing, sometimes some Metal ore or other mineral ended up becoming a small lifeform connected to the human touching it. In modern times, devices being touched by a Human will on are occasions become a Transforming Robotic lifeform.

Simply put, humans aren't born with their 'Daemons' they are born sometime later in their life, when in contact with either a Metal deposit or a electronic device. So basically the Human's 'daemons' are miniature Transformers.

Not all of them are human level intelligence and are more smart animals then anything.

Raf's Familiar(instead of Daemon, humans call them things like Familiar, shikigami, etc.) Is just a full on Computer Console with a root mode thats a Fusion of a Cat and a Tortoise, called Tora-Mod.

Jack's Familiar was a Electric Fan, but it was eventually able to scan a new alt that was a four Rotor Drone, its Root-mode is a Fennec Fox with a Backpack with two of its four Rotors from its alt-mode are usable. Its name is Fennefan(pun on Finnigan, Fennec+fan).

Miko hasn't Gained her Shikigami(Shikigami being the Japanese term for them, so she can call them that) yet. She keeps a 6 pound metal ball on her person just incase. Though she is often seen with a Wild-One, a large Kitsune who often treats her like her own child, This ones name is Taiyo-miko(literally Sun Priestess). Miko sees her as more a Parent then either of her biological parents.

Fowler's used to be an Old Tin Robot toy before scanning a Drone similar to Fennifan. His Root mode is actually humanoid and has human level intelligence, and speak is Western drawl, even looks like he's a Cowboy. His name is Out-tin(outing, Outlaw, and tin).

June's Used to be a old TV, but scanned an Electric Scooter(moped), and her Root mode is an Artic Fox(yes, a Familiars Root mode can often be hereditary in some way). Her name is Foxtrot. She actually is a Point One Percenter, with a Cryo-laser, so June wasn't Captured by Arachnid, because she was put into statis.

Though, Familiars are capable of reproduction on their own, with out their offspring needing a Human Partner, so earth has a Small 'Cybertronian' population, as the Autobots and Decepticons see it when they first arrive, before learning the truth. 'Wild' Familiars are often more intelligent and powerful, and even larger, then Human-born Familiars. Often having even Mythical creature alt-forms or Root-forms. Wild-ones are basically regular Cybertronians, but they can feed purely on electricity and solar energy and even Biological matter(human food) . Many Wild-Ones are human level intelligence and can speak. Wild-Ones do have some Culture from forming Clans and even towns off away from usual human Towns and Cities.

Honestly, when June ends up being in the inner circle, she definitely brings Baby photos of both Jack and Fennefan because the Autobots become more relatable and easily connected to due to Familiars and Wild-Ones being a common and accepted concept on earth.

Cool idea! I like the thought of mostly random electrical objects suddenly gaining sentience, makes me wonder if people try to influence what their 'daemon' will be by keeping certain electronics close.

[swallowerofdharma]

I’m stuck, so unbelievably stuck and I know why, I’d like to be exhaustive about certain topics of analysis I care about more, but I can’t because I don’t have access to all the information I need. Or sometimes I am unable to put the pieces that I have together coherently. But I shouldn’t forget that just writing down my thoughts even messily can prompt someone else to do their own research and reflections, and maybe help me back with further ideas and suggestions.

But anyway, while I was going down another rabbit hole just to find out the release dates for some of the earliest chapters of Saezuru, I came across the announcement written by Yoneda Kou back in 2015 to promote the release of the 3rd tankobon - from chapter 11 to chapter 16. And just reading through the little synopsis she wrote there prompted me to check out if it was the same text printed on the back cover of the edition I have, the Italian one, and it is.

So just to refresh our memory:

コミックス発売&特典情報

2015年6月1日発売

単行本 H&C comics 「囀る鳥は羽ばたかない3巻」 (大洋図書) 700円

【あらすじ】

真誠会若頭の矢代は、男なら誰でもいい淫乱と 噂される男だったが、部下には手を出さないと決めていた。 けれど、付き人兼用心棒の百目鬼だけは例外だった。 性的に不能で感情を見せない百目鬼の存在は、 何をしても性的対象として見られることのない安心できる存在のはずだった。 一方、何者かの銃弾に倒れた矢代を目にした百目鬼は、 自分の矢代への想いがなんであるのか、はっきりと理解した。 矢代のために変わることを決意した百目鬼と、そんな百目鬼に戸惑う矢代。 ふたりの関係が変わり始めた―!?

Comic book release & bonus information

Released June 1, 2015

Book H&C comics "Twittering birds never fly vol. 3" (Taiyo Tosho) 700 yen

[Synopsis]

Yashiro, the young leader of the Shinsei-kai, is rumored to be a slut (I really love that the Italian edition chose the word “libertino” to translate that one lol) who will do anything with any man, but he has decided not to lay a hand on his subordinates. However, his attendant and bodyguard Doumeki is an exception. Doumeki is sexually impotent and shows no emotion, so no matter what he does, he is supposed to be a reassuring presence who will never be considered a sexual object* (?? see below). On the other hand, when Doumeki sees Yashiro collapsed after being shot by someone, he clearly understands what his feelings for Yashiro are. Doumeki decides to change for Yashiro, and Yashiro is confused by Doumeki's actions. Is their relationship starting to change?!

*The part that I am not clear about 100% is this one:

性的に不能で感情を見せない百目鬼の存在は、 何をしても性的対象として見られることのない安心できる存在のはずだった。

This part can be interpreted as Yashiro not seeing Doumeki as a sexual object or Doumeki seemingly not seeing Yashiro as one - I am unsure which one is, the Italian translation reworded it saying: Doumeki’s simple presence reassures Yashiro because, whatever thing he does, Doumeki doesn’t look at him like a sexual object.

As I said, I wanted to refresh our memory, maybe it could help to collect the synopsis from each volume, since they can give useful indications of what Yoneda Kou wanted to communicate more overtly.

It is nice to me to see direct confirmation of the fact that, before Doumeki regained his ability to have an erection and lost his grip on his emotions, Yashiro was experiencing a new level of comfort and safety in the presence of another man like he couldn’t before and he seemed to seek intimacy in different ways, not all sexually charged - but including sexually charged experiments - taking the initiative and instinctively letting Doumeki closer, while also keeping old boundaries on the emotional level, while Doumeki kept hiding his emotional investment, until he erupted.

The fact that sexual potency is so very central in Saezuru, besides being a signal and a device to build a story, and that the ability or inability to have an erection is associated with fluctuations in terms of dominance/submission, sexual aggression, sexual violence and pleasure is so very interesting to me. The more I pay attention to contemporary discussions about sex/gender, intersectional feminism and transfeminism, the functions and performances tied to having a penis - how they are framed and culturally constructed and taught and enforced - is a topic that has such relevant weight! And Yoneda Kou drawing and playing with these concepts isn’t unrelated or completely accidental: I personally don’t believe that she is unaware of certain implications and meta readings of what she depicts. More food for thoughts, while I try to get myself out of a rut (unintentional pun?) and write down my analysis on the three pages from chapter 4 I keep thinking about next.

Can Doumeki be a reassuring presence again for Yashiro? How nostalgic that would be.

[fumikomiyasaki]

Glorious Masquerade Kumo

Voice lines under the cut:

Groovy: "Don't bother with me, I am just watching the festivities... A Dance? I guess I can oblige this time."

Set Home: "I rather stare at the stars from the outside."

Home Idle 1: "They had some pretty colors in the town square I could use for some paintings... likely after this Masquerade is over."

Home Idle 2: "Jamil asked me to come with to this place... I wasn't that stoked about it but... there is some things that were reason enough to join him."

Home Idle 3: "I can't stand the stare of this white haired Noble Bell student ... I sense malice from him... If worse comes to worse... no I should not cause a commotion infront of the others."

Home Login: "I usually prefer lighter clothing... this is all a bit too uncomfortable... even if I could adjust it a little. At least I don't have to wear this the whole time."

Home Idle Groovy: "This school is far away from the Freedom I seek... I wonder what Taiyo and Tsuki would say... it seems familiar... this oppressive air."

Home Tap 1: "I had the luck to have a dance with Melanie before anyone else of the line could. I wish I could have danced longer with her. *sigh* Among this crowd I have a lot to be better than to convince her. Maybe one day I will tell her-... don't mind what I said..."

Home Tap 2: "It was... quite hard to adapt to Farahs energy during the dance but somewhat... it brought a smile to my face... I should thank her for helping me with my next inspiration."

Home Tap 3: "There was this book charm, Miriam asked me to get it when I am here... today people just dragged me around so I wasn't able to. I hope this party doesn't distract me from it."

Home Tap 4: "I noticed Silver wasn't really keeping up with everything here... I lend him my shoulder to take a nap. He really needs to watch out for himself more... if not I will."

Home Tap 5: "Jamil said under the mask you can hide your emotions better and can pretend to be someone else... but that doesn't change that I still don't like some of these crowds here..."

Home Tap Groovy: "At least the stars are beautifull no matter where I go... don't you see how bright the moon shines... why would I dance when I can take a break and see this view."

Mentions of Characters: Melanie @twsted-princess , Farah @cynthinesia , Miriam @sakuramidnight15

[best-underrated-anime]

Best Underrated Anime Group C Round 4: Ping Pong the Animation vs White Cat Legend

#C6: Ping Pong the Animation

Sports anime for people who prefer bildungsromans to sports

#C8: White Cat Legend 2020 (Dali si Rizhi)

Government employee and his white cat boss investigate crimes

Details and poll under the cut!

#C6: Ping Pong the Animation

Summary:

Despite being polar opposites, Makoto "Smile" Tsukimoto and Yutaka "Peco" Hoshino have been best friends since childhood. Although the overly confident Peco strives to be the best ping-pong player in the world, he often skips practice, earning the ire of his fellow teammates on the Katase High School ping-pong team. Meanwhile, Smile—in spite of his innate talent for the sport—cannot help but hold back his full strength when playing against others. Through their mutual love for ping-pong, the two have developed a bond that is seemingly unbreakable.

When Peco hears that an ex-national team player from China is coming to Japan, he drags Smile over to rival Tsujido High School to observe them. The subsequent trip leads to a clash between Peco and Kong Wenge, who overwhelmingly defeats the former in one game. Stunned by such a comprehensive loss, Peco finds himself questioning why he plays to begin with. Seeing his potential as a player, Katase's coach begins to train Smile to overcome his hesitation, but he is reluctant to play if it is not for enjoyment.

As the two struggle to find meaning in the sport, a plethora of stronger players—each with their own internal strifes—await them at the inter-high tournament, where only the very best can persevere. But when these young athletes let their unbridled ambition go unchecked, the hardships they face paint a somber reality as they pursue glory.

Propaganda:

An experimental director (Masaaki Yuasa) adapting a work from a very stylized and emotionally-focused shonen mangaka (Taiyo Matsumoto). This is an anime that feels more like watching an indie arthouse movie than a shonen anime. Featuring characters and arcs that subvert standard anime tropes, it gives an incisive picture into youths on the verge of growing up and learning responsibility. If you want to watch a short anime (one 11-episode season!) which will include cool sports action (and that’s coming from someone who is not generally into sports animes) the matches given weight by the primary use of them in narrative being as checkpoint in the characters’ growths.

I tend to prefer shojo over shonen for being more introspective, with the emotional arcs developed slower and more subtly, but for me this shonen hits a sweet middle ground of having that more internal feel, while getting to do the shonen things of having cooler, action-focused animation and character relationships which are about friendship rather than romance, and character arcs that are about trying to strive hard to achieve a dream. The show is quite well critically regarded, but a lot of anime fans get turned off by the unusual art style, and there isn’t really a fandom for it, so I think it counts as underrated anyways! Anyways, I think it delivers a really impactful and complete story-arc in a short time, and it leaves you feeling like you’ve grown alongside the characters, no matter how old you are (no seriously, my 50-year-old mother walked away saying she didn’t know anime was such a profound genre when I made her watch this).

Trigger Warnings: None.

#C8: White Cat Legend 2020 (Dali si Rizhi)

Summary:

Chen Shi, a young man from the countryside, journeys to the capital in search of his missing older brother, whose existence he has only known about upon his mother’s death. He knows neither the name nor face of his brother, and after finally arriving at the capital he runs out of money as well. One thing led to another, and he finds himself employed at Dali Court, working for Vice Minister Li Bing, a large white cat.

On the other hand, Li Bing is of royal blood who was imprisoned because of his family’s treason. Now, he has to work in the government to atone for the crime.

At Dali Court, they review court cases from all over the country. And when an incident involving the esteemed ministers of the royal court breaks out, Dali Court is called to help—only to find themselves entangled in political threads and hit heads with an eccentric demon.

Li Bing is determined to get to the bottom of this, but how far can he go when he could turn into a real cat at any time when left unchecked?

Propaganda:

Intriguing plot? Check. Complex and interesting characters? Check. Comedy? Check. Drama? Check. 

The blend of comedy and drama is just so good. I started the show because I love cats and supernatural stuff. Who would’ve thought it would pull me into an abyss of despair and political intrigue. The cat demons turned out to be just the icing on the cake. 

We have all these different characters brought up in different ways that their ideas of what is Right conflict with each other. None of them are exactly Wrong or inherently Evil (except for one guy), and this makes it so much more difficult to choose who to root for. You’d think everyone against the protagonists are the Enemies, but turns out even the protagonists are limited by their biases and unintentionally harm others. The two protagonists themselves get into arguments because of their different standpoints.

And I just love this because it makes them realistic, you know? The characters don’t always agree with their friends, and their enemies are not completely hostile either. It really all boils down to what they believe in. Sometimes their beliefs align with existing comrades, and sometimes they find it on the other side.

Production-wise, this show also gets a check on everything. As an adaptation, it’s amazing. The original manhua has quite a simple style—kind of like comic book drawings, and panels are all rectangles in one straight line. Storytelling is also simple and straight to the point. 

But the 2020 donghua? God, it went far and beyond that.  The animation team does not cut corners at all, which is a feat considering the show has a low budget from what I’ve heard. 

A short, simple scene in the manhua becomes an emotionally-devastating experience in the donghua. The animation choices, angles, music, and just everything else blend so well to deliver a STORY. This adaptation does not just copy frames from the source (like Blue Lock) or cut/reorder some of the scenes (like Horimiya and Sasaki to Miyano). White Cat Legend 2020 understands the material so well that it can creatively use the advantages of the animation medium to deliver an experience that exceeds even that of the source. Think Mob Pyscho 100 or One Punch Man s1 level of creativity. It even has mini stories at the end of the ending song. For s1, the mini stories are in stop-motion, while for s2 it’s formatted like a video game. You gotta appreciate the effort.

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If you want to criticize one of the shows above to give the one you’re rooting for an advantage, then do so constructively. I do not tolerate groundless hate or slander on this blog. If I catch you doing such a thing in the notes, be it in the tags or reblogs, I will block you.

Know one of the shows above and not satisfied with how it’s presented in this tournament? Just fill up this form with your revisions, and I’ll consider adapting those changes.

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Guidelines in submitting screenshots:

No NSFW or spoilery images.

Pick some good images please. Don’t send any blurry or pixelated ones.

You may send up to 9 screenshots, but not all may be used.

[pleafyistired]

silly taiyo headcannon i have for no reason <3

his face paralysis would be so cool in this case cause no matter how much he melts and wield it back, it always come back to his smiling face :3

[heroloverangel]

Sunrise

Tamaki lovers come get your dinner

What were you ever worried about?

It was only an hour ago that you were panicking in your hospital bed, but now that feels like an entirely different version of yourself. You can barely even remember the pain of your contractions or the agonizing waiting game you were playing all night. None of that matters anymore, not when you’re staring down at the face of your new baby in your arms.

You glance at Tamaki, who’s been glued to your side for every second in the delivery room. He’s gazing at his child with a look of pure wide-eyed amazement as if he’s not entirely sure this is all real. “Hey, you okay?”

He nods slowly and moves to sit on the edge of your bed. “Yeah. It’s just hard to believe he’s here, after everything.” He reaches over to run a finger along the baby’s cheek, and the little boy squirms faintly at the contact. “You were great. Is it weird to be proud of you for having a baby?”

You can’t help but laugh, even as exhaustion creeps into every bone of your body. “No, I’m pretty proud of both of us for getting through it. I was a little worried you were gonna faint when you looked down there.”

“I almost did! There was just a whole head sticking out of you!” You don’t know if Tamaki’s ever smiled that wide before. “I’m glad I watched him come out, but I never want to see that again.”

You can agree to that. “Don’t worry, I think we’ll have plenty of time before we think about another one.” The two of you fall into a happy silence, both of you enamored with every tiny feature of your son’s existence. He’s completely bald, so his hair color will remain a mystery for the moment, but those pointed ears are adorable and unmistakable. You were already made aware that your newborn would look like a weird little alien, but you didn’t expect he’d still be this cute.

“We’re really parents now,” Tamaki murmurs, and you’re not sure if he’s talking to you or thinking out loud. You look at him curiously, and it warms your heart that he’s still grinning at the idea. “This is gonna be so amazing.” Your baby yawns, and you pass him over to his father to rest your tired arms. “I thought I’d be freaking out about everything, but it doesn’t seem scary. It all kind of just feels…right, I guess. Does that make sense?”

“I think it does, but I’m pretty zoned out between the pain meds and the whole labor thing.” You play with one of your baby’s hands. “What about you? What do you think, Yuto?” Both of you pause. You’d picked out the name weeks ago and it seemed perfect at the time. Looking at your son now, though, something about it just doesn’t seem to fit. “Hey, Tamaki?”

“Yeah?”

You squint your tired eyes to take a closer look at the baby. “I don’t think that’s his name.”

He runs a hand through his messy hair and gives a small nod. “I wasn’t gonna say anything because you loved it so much before. What should we call him, then?”

You were planning on getting a nice nap in after the birth. Instead, you find yourself in an endless marathon of announcing a name only to discard it immediately. None of them seem to be a match for him no matter how many you try. It’ll be hilarious later that this is your first major stumble as parents, but neither of you are laughing. You’re both on the verge of tears, actually. 

“Akira?”

“Riku?”

“Daiki?”

You’re rapidly approaching the point where you settle on Fatgum Jr just to move on and call it a day when your husband makes one more suggestion. “Taiyo?” As if answering, your son stretches one tiny hand up and shifts in his arms.

“Taiyo,” you repeat, and something finally clicks into place. The two of you look at each other and break out into matching smiles. “You’re really incredible, Taiyo. Did you know that?”

Tamaki’s forehead bumps affectionately against yours. “He gets it from you.”

[starstruck358]

Here's Killby's dark matter form

[xeptoid]

something endearing about Mo4 to us and probably a factor on why we love it so much - is just like, how much each character can matter for the game playstyle wise and how much you kinda Have to care about them

obviously you could just grab a team and ignore the rest of the characters but the fact that in most scenarios you’re going to HAVE to play the ones you don’t play or level either for story purposes or simply because they’re more effective against a boss. for the past few days we have been leveling up everyone slowly and set up an effective EXP grind team, the game really makes us have to take care of the characters equally in terms of stats instead of just leaving them behind due to not liking their niche or not favoring the character

are we probably just overcomplicating or dramatizing this? definitely, but it’s just nice, especially since all the characters are just interesting and unique in their own way that we cant really be mad about choosing to now try and max them all out. also there’s a lot we could go more on a ramble about but thats V4 story stuff

anyway our grind team this whole time has been Taiyo, Arakawa, Otsukin, and Koritora and they have been EXCELLENT at least for us, playing them a bunch rn for real had them burrow into our heart just a little bit more, so we’re working on a hopefully fuller piece of the gang <3 such a wonky team but its great

[undyingimbecile]

Demon Slayer: Next Generation

In an alternate universe, where Muzan escaped before sunlight hit, some Hashira survived but ehere incapable of fighting, leading to themselves becoming trainers, while the young demon slayers became the new generation of Hashira.

But this story begins when another generation of Hashira is on the rise.

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| | CAST | |

“Muzan Kibutsuji! No matter where you go, you're not getting away! I'll follow you to the ends of Hell, and I swear I'll slice your head with my blade! I'll never forgive you no matter what!”

- Kamado Tanjirou, Sun Hashira.

“Thank you, rest well.”

- Kamado Nezuko.

“Hiding won't make the sadness go away.”

- Agatsuma Zenitsu, Thunder Hashira.

“We’re comrades…And like brothers. So if someone starts to stray from the path, we all stop him. No matter how hard or painful it is, we walk the right path.”

- Hashibira Inosuke, Beast Hashira.

“Somehow I feel the people I care for and those important to me will still be alive tomorrow. But that's just my hope and there's no way I can promise that with any certainty. Why do people... believe such things?”

- Tsuyuri Kanao, Flower Hashira.

“Don't you dare. You never looked at me twice before I was like this, before I was broken. Now I'm just something for you to fix.”

- Shinazugawa Genya, Half-Demon Hashira.

“Compared to you guys, I'm not so important, so thanks aren't necessary. I survived selection due to pure luck. Since then I've been afraid to fight, so I'm a coward.”

- Kanzaki Aoi, Butterfly Mansions Main Nurse.

“We've been together since final selection,”

- Ikoma Murata, Water Hashira.

“Feel the rage, the powerful, pure rage of not being able to forgive will become your unswerving drive to take action.”

- Tomioka Giyuu, Former Water Hashira.

“Listen Up. I Am A God.”

- Uzui Tengen, Former Sound Hashira.

“If I may, Master...”

- Shinazugawa Sanemi, Former Wind Hashira.

“Death Awaits you. Muzan Kibutsuji.”

- Ubuyashiki Kiriya, Oyakata-Sama, Demon Slayer Corps Leader.

“The brighter the light, the deeper the shadow”

- Hoshizura Ankoku, Breath of Shadow.

“The seven virtues, chastity, temperance, charity, diligence, kindness, patience, and humility. I will free you of your sins, embrace the light.”

- Hikari Misato, Breath Of Virtues.

“The seven virtues my ass, more like the seven sins, Wrath, Greed, Sloth, Pride, Lust, Envy, and Gluttony. Suck it. Bitch.”

- Kage Inei, Breath of Sin.

“Beware the sweet melodies of the sirens; their beauty conceals their deadly nature.”

- Umihama Kei, Breath of Siren.

“Keep your face to the sun and you will never see the shadows that lie behind you.”

- Taiyo Etsu, Breath of Sun, Tanjiro Tsuguko.

“Love is the flower that you've got to let grow, and take time to be a butterfly”

- Hanabusa Cho, Breath of Insect and Hanabusa Akane, Breath of Flower, Kanao Tsugukos.

“If a man knows what harbour he seeks, then any wind is the right wind.”

- Igarashi Kuuki, Breath of Wind.

“The more brilliant the lightning, the more quicker it disappears.”

- Isoarashi Rai, Breath of Thunder, Zenitsu Tsuguko.

“I will protect my brother and sister, no matter what it takes.”

- Hirata Toshie, Breath of Reflection. Sister of Hirata Hayami and Hirata Asami, who both were turned into demons.

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Main Character: Hirata Toshie

Breath Style: Breath of Reflection

[simlit]

Chosen of the Sun | | forest // sixty-seven

| @amuhav | @catamano | @thesimperiuscurse | @keibea | @rollingsim | @sani-sims

next / previous / beginning

EIRA: Will you be fucking quiet! ÅSE: This is outrage! How this is happening? TAIYO: It’s… difficult to explain. The fact of the matter is I chose this path. I’ll live with some part of this curse, in exchange for control over the magic it grants me. KYRIE: This is… what you really want? TAIYO: I- well… Yes. I asked Lord Tev’us to do it. KYRIE: I see. TAIYO: I never intended to upset you. Please believe me— KYRIE: No need. As someone told me, your decisions on your business, and my decisions are… EVE: Your Grace! TAYUIN: What’s wrong with him, what have you done? SARAYN: Me? He’s told you himself. This was his choice. TAYUIN: What are you talking about? SARAYN: Didn’t you think to ask yourself why your health has made such a shining recovery? In a moment you were near to death, and now here you both stand. Surely such a gifted faerie like you would have realized curses don’t break themselves. TAYUIN: That’s… I… ÅSE: What is this? What says he? Did not Lady Light and Flower Dragon break curse? This is all very strange! EVE: It was impossible. There was nothing more Indryr and I could to but to stabilize them for a time. ÅSE: Then how! EIRA: Heh. He’s so stupid. SARAYN: Is he? If he had not offered to bear the curse himself, the scholar and the faerie would now be dead, and things would be just as somber. Someone was always going to die. His Grace simply dictated who it would be.

[talesofedo]

Edo period egoyomi (picture calendar) for Keio 4 (1868), showing the sho-no-tsuki (small or short months) as women and the dai-no-tsuki (large or long months) as men.

Edo Period Calendars

Disclaimer: The following information is from the National Diet Library, I didn't write this. I am sharing it for reference, both for myself and those of you who might be interested. Some slight editing for paragraphs.

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Background / History

Japan's first calendar came from China via Korea. In the middle of the 6th century, the Yamato Imperial Court, which ruled Japan at the time, invited a priest from a country called Paekche (Kudara in Japanese), in what is now Korea, to learn from him how to draw up a calendar, as well as astronomy and geography.

Reportedly, Japan organized its first calendar in the 12th year of Suiko (604).

Back then, all matters relating to the calendar were determined by the Imperial Court. Under the Ritsuryosei system of centralized administration under the Ritsuryo legal code of the Taika Reformation, the Onmyoryo of Nakatsukasasho was in charge of the task.

An Onmyoryo was a government office that had jurisdiction over calendar preparation, astronomy, divination, etc. It was a time when calendars and divination were inseparable.

From the end of 10th century, the task of preparing the calendar was handed down in the Kamo family, while astronomy passed through generations of the Abe family, its patriarch being Abe Seimei (921-1005), noted as an Onmyo-shi, or specialist in the realm of calendars and divination.

The calendar used then was called "Tai-in-taiyo-reki," a lunisolar calendar, or "Onmyo-reki."

Each month was adjusted to the cycle of moon's waxing and waning. Since the moon orbits the earth in about 29.5 days, adjustment was required and this was done by making months with either 30 days or 29 days, the former, "dai-no-tsuki (long month)," the latter, "sho-no-tsuki (short month)."

Aside from the moon's orbit round the earth, the earth orbits the sun in 365.25 days, which, as we all know, causes the seasonal changes. Thus, merely repeating long and short months gradually produced a discrepancy between the actual season and the calendar. To compensate for this, a month called "uru-zuki," or intercalary month, was inserted every few years to produce a year with 13 months, with the order of longer and shorter months changing year by year.

Unlike our contemporary calendar in which there is no change in the order of months, back then the fixing of a calendar was deemed so important that it was placed under the control of the imperial court and, in the later Edo period, under the superimposed military shogunate.

The calendar established by Onmyo-ryo was called "Guchu-reki," one in which various words indicating seasons, annual events and daily good omens were written in Chinese characters and called "reki-chu (calendar notes)." The Guchu-reki derives its name from the fact that the notes were written in detail.

This Guchu-reki, which was in service until the Edo period, was used particularly by noblemen in ancient and medieval times, individuals based their everyday activities on the calendar. They often wrote a personal diary in the blank spaces or on the back of their personal calendar. These entries remain left valuable historical records of the era.

With the spread of kana, Japan's phonetic alphabet, "Kana-goyomi," a simplified edition of Guchu-reki written in kana, appeared. In the middle of the 14th century calendars started to be printed and soon reached a broader range of users.

As the Edo period wore on and knowledge of astronomy grew more sophisticated, the discrepancy between the calendar and actual astronomical events, such as eclipses of the sun and moon, became an issue, there arose a movement within the shogunate to amend the calendar.

Prior to then, the calendar was made each year based on the Senmyo-reki brought from China in the 4th year of Jogan (862), but as the same method had been used for more than eight centuries, it was deemed consistent with the situation prevailing at the time.

In the 2nd year of Jokyo (1685), a method of making the calendar was devised by Shibukawa Harumi, marking the first attempt by a Japanese, with the amended version known as the Jokyo calendar.

Later in the Edo period, the calendar was revised several times, the results respectively called the Horeki (1755), Kansei (1798) and Tenpo (1844) calendars.

Through these amendments, a more accurate lunisolar calendar was devised incorporating Occidental astronomy. Calendar calculation was made by the "Tenmongata" (officer in charge of astronomy) in the Edo shogunate, with notes added by the Kotokui family, descendants of the Kamo family, after which calendars were issued by publishers in various regions.

Calendars at first were exclusively for the use of the imperial court and noblemen, but after the dawn of printed calendars, more and more people came to use them.

Farmers and merchants found them essential to know the seasons and events. In particular, when using lunisolar calendars in which the order of long and short months changed year after year, learning them proved indispensable for merchants who made collections or payments at the end of each month.

Because of this, various types of calendars were devised and used.

Edo period egoyomi (picture calendar) for Tenmei 7 (1787), showing the sho-no-tsuki (small or short months) as women's parts and the dai-no-tsuki (large or long months) as men's parts in kabuki, beginning with the first month at top right.

According to the lunisolar calendar, there were long months with 30 days and short ones with 29 and their arrangement changed year by year. So knowing the arrangement of long and short months, with the inclusion of an intercalary month from time to time, was very important for the people who lived in those times.

Merchants, who made it a rule to effect payments or collections at the end of each month, would make signs to show a long or short month and erect them up in their shops according to the month in order to avoid mistakes.

While the calendar spread, the Daisho-reki calendar, which showed only the order of the long and short months, appeared during the Edo period (1603-1867). In those days it was called simply "Daisho". But instead of merely showing the length of month, it incorporated such devices as indicating long and short months with the use of pictures and sentences.

Various kinds of Daisho, including those using auspicious illustrations like the animal of the year and scenes from popular Kabuki plays, were produced and many were traded at "Daisho" New Year gatherings, while others were used for gifts. This custom began at the end of 17th century and was most popular in the latter half of the 18th century, in the Edo period.

Many noted artists produced Daisho illustrations. Later, in the Meiji era, when the solar calendar was officially adopted, Daisho calendars fell into disuse and were no longer produced.