#But I guess it's like how they dubbed most of the demons' names to make them more american

[mandareeboo]

You wtf Mk’s name isn’t Monkie Kid?

Alkdmclsdlcoklcold not technically? In the original Mandarin his name is actually 齐小天 (Qi Xiaotian) which basically means Together Little Heaven. The characters are all from Sun Wukong's title "The Great Sage Equal to Heaven" They turned it into MK for other countries.

Fun fact! They did the same with Mei. Her original name is 龙小娇 (Long Xiaojiao) which means Dragon Little Lovely.

EDIT: I am very wrong about this! Ignore the whole message.

[shadowknightapologist]

how would your mystreet rewrite be impacted by your mcd rewrite? you said they’re in the same universe right

your writing is really cool :))))

thank you so much!!

(tragic how huge this thing is, but i guess that's the price i pay for self expression.)

also i'm so sorry this is late, i forgot i started this ask </3

WARNINGS FOR: potential inaccuracies, a lot of this is probably subject to change but it's a general idea!

GWGFGD (MCD) spans entirely over two eras in myverse history—"B.P" and "D.D"—and then a very small portion of the current era, "A.G". currently, GWGFGD contains at least 850 years of history, as well as a number of crucial developments within geography, religion, government, society, and of course, the final defeat of the true king/shadrach. a lot of these changes were done or at least started by eurydice and co., including:

de-stigmatization of magik and its users;

reduction of species-based stigma/discrimination;

reduction of religious dominance;

actual abolishment of monarchy and development of democratic systems;

development of states, cities, etc. and infrastructure;

genuine unity between countries;

etc.

because of this and magik enhancing technological advancements, the beginning of A.G is about the 18th/19th century in real world equivalents (i say this because the current world year when the MCD storyline is over is 1350). politics at any point are largely underdeveloped but i feel i can solidly say about a century after GWGWGD, people are not going to war. bc actually i don't like war and i think it's largely, if not entirely, unnecessary. but anyway.

at this point, everyone knows that the divine warriors existed and most are also aware that massive portions of their mythology is incorrect (i have an eventual religion post that'll explain this more). because of this, religions surrounding the divine warriors become less about the warriors themselves and more about the themes and ideals people associated with them. for example, "solusism" during GWGFGD is about worshipping eirene as the sole goddess—and even creator—of the world, while solusism in myverse is centered more around the belief that all creatures deserve to live uninterrupted from start to finish (so a solusist may practice vegetarianism/veganism to uphold this idea).

now presently, things aren't awful, but there are some misconceptions, flaws, or gaps in the history that would still have the GWGFGD cast rolling in their graves, like:

shadow knights being rebranded as demon subtypes (like imps, succubi/incubi, etc.), and eventually completely replaced by those subtypes (only the most dutiful of history/theology nerds can find information on shadow knights; trying to explain the difference to the masses usually kills the soul, though).

many characters, especially shadow knights, are forgotten or removed from most historical accounts despite eurydice and co.'s best attempts. this includes characters like vylad, dante, lucinda (who's only known as "the White Witch"), several of the lords eurydice befriended, etc. essentially, anyone dubbed "unimportant". this is a persistent issue with myverse history, as they did this with the divine warriors as well. maybe one day they'll learn.

relic holders are assumed to have been reincarnations of the divine warriors, which is almost entirely false.

eurydice gets "mother, maiden, crone"-d and largely stripped of the individuality she fought very hard for. later, in the actual myverse roleplays, aphmau also ends up struggling with this and is believed to represent the maiden (eirene = crone, eurydice = mother).

lastly, i'll discuss some of the bigger changes to the myverse roleplays.

the biggest one is probably going to be names. a majority of the myverse cast will be descended from GWGFGD, so instead they more "represent" the OGs rather than being them. this means almost no one has the same name because it would make me tweak. the exceptions to this are the shadow knights and travis.

an example that's already come up is aphmau. she's actually born with the name "elissa", but adapts "aphmau" from final fantasy and eventually it catches and it becomes her preferred name.

the myverse cast is also supposed to look different—probably still recognizable, but individual. once again, the only exception to this is shadow knights, but this is because (as briefly stated before), shadow knights are sentenced to an automatic, reincarnation-adjacent fate. i say adjacent because instead of being reborn as something new, shadow knights are always reborn as, well, shadow knights due to the way their soul is corrupted. their reincarnations are supposed to be opportunities to live as they should have been, but there's always a chance they'll end up the same as they did in their first life (that is, a frightful husk of heated armor, boiling with fury all the time). afterlife never is and never will be an option for them. they're reborn again and again, filling in the holes where their soul belongs, and when they die they do it all again.

(how aging and death work for reincarnated shadow knights, i don't know yet.)

(the only shadow knight who doesn't follow this system is shadrach. after GWGFGD, he's employed as "judgement". when his time is served, he'll join the rest of the divine warriors, save one, in the afterlife, where they will never be reincarnated.)

[dragon-queen21]

GUESS WHO

(before i start, metal family is originally a russian cartoon on youtube that was dubbed in english. its about in not my words “the most unhealthy healthy family ever” like the name suggests, music is a huge part of it. in later episodes there are a few trigger warnings that apply but the shows pretty good! and honestly has a lot of agere potential but)

(also i wanna drop, i was thinkin about this earlier but i like to think that nezuko is perma-regressed or close to it. she almost constantly acts younger than she is, and honestly i think it could be a way to cope with her bein a demon, and maybe it could suppress demon urges with baby urges. (like being comforted, sleepin, lookin up to someone) anyway now im thinkin of tanjiro just carryin her around like a baby when shes in her little form)

-no because your so right, i was thinkin about the zeff one and let me raise up your raise up:

zeff raised sanji, and this poor boy has a crazy amount of trauma, at the time of meeting zeff was pretty fresh too. now zeff watchin this boy grow up in his teen years, only to realize that “hey, somethings off sometimes” that zeff recongized arent sanjis regular trauma responses that zeff knows, zeff paying more attention and whys the kid not talkin durin food prep? sanji has a big mouth how hasnt zeff noticed that before? or how sanji would sometimes stand a little closer to zeff than normal, or when the customers ask sanji a question some days, he’ll look and find zeff before answering. or how his eyes would full up with tears before bein forced away like the kid refused to cry. and oh, this reminds him of the eggplant right when they started the baratie, just a bit more sensitive if the tears & fist clenchin has anythin to say about it. (later he opens one of the psychology books he got a little after he adopted sanji, and finds “age regression” and it all clicks.)

i feel like zeff wouldnt treat sanji different when hes obviously feelin little (aside from basic care just to make sure sanji doesnt hurt himself) he wouldnt treat him like a burden or annoyingly like a baby. i feel like that would make sanji feel terrible about himself, so just the normalcy even when hes little encourages him that its okay, hes still helping its okay, no one cares that your biting your nails after zeff just told you not too. zeff wouldnt tell sanji he knows that he age regresses, and sanji doesnt tell zeff hes little. (but sometimes maybe zeff, on days the baratie isnt as busy and they can afford to work slower, zeff likes to subtly do things to make the eggplant regress farther. just enough to where he can still work and not be extremely overwhelmed, while still helpin sanji cope) (it goes well, the other chefs never catch on to this, thank irene am i right)

-sanjis definitly the kinda kid to regress if he ever gets sick. hes not used to bein sick as it is, and i feel like due to this that when he does get sick, he gets *SICK* like bedridden type shit. he totally makes someone take care of him, “oh chopper you wanna do somethin else? too bad! hes sick and hes makin it everyones problem.” “oh nami you wanted to come check up on his while chopper managed to slip away, oh well you just sealed your fate, that boy is clingin to you like big sanji has never done before.”

the baby is cryin because he wont stop coughin and its givin him a headache, only to cry harder when chopper tries to give him cough medicine. hes screamin cryin because he feels icky, but hes also cryin because now he has a sore throat.

-ive seen some people say that sanji probably wouldnt throw many fits or have many tantrums, and i agree with that, but oh my irene let that kid have a tantrum, let him whine and cry and make the crew scramble to fix the problem, as a treat🫶 let him cause baby mayhem, let him create disarray, hes never done a bad thing in his life, lets get that number to one shall we?

(-zoro givin lil sanji a sip of his booze because sanji wont stop askin,

sanji takes one sip, and then promptly spits it out, zoro just laughin his lungs out.)

OKAY THATS IT, this was gonna be about lil zoro too but. sanji took it over, wow im never on track with these, f plannin lets see what happens, also wanted to ask, where are you jn one piece rn? i wanna make sure i dont spoil ☹️ (im in post timeskip — punk hazard) i try to leave these asks/rambles ambiguous to the time period because i know you only take pre time skip, but sometimes i think i make it a bit more specific so sorry just in case)

and i hope your doing well too, make sure to take breaks and everythin for yourself, mental health comes first, and thank you for the prayers 🤍 right back at ya

📷

:D heyoh friend!

~See you get it! I always thought that with Nezuko. Especially felt this after the red light district when Tanjiro’s singing is what stops her from loosing control.

~Things are a lot easier to process as a toddler simply looking up to Tanjiro to take care of her.

~But also baby space Nezuko, being swaddled by Tanjiro. Confusing everyone at first because- why does Tanjiro have a baby???

~Maybe she was regressed when the attack happened and that’s what lets her change her height/age as a demon. <-random idea anyways

Okay One Piece now

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~I started a long time ago a fic with Zeff figuring out that Sanji regresses. It ended up being kind of dark with other unhealthy coping mechanisms included. Anyways sharing because I have always loved the idea of Zeff just, getting the chance to look after his little eggplant again.

~Idea: Zeff calling Sanji baby eggplant when he knows the boy is regressed without realizing, and Sanji just panics for a moment because- ‘oh hell Zeff hasn’t called me that in years. He knows! No he doesn’t. Yes he does!’

~“oh chopper you wanna do somethin else? too bad! hes sick and hes makin it everyones problem.”

<-

Jdjodbsjbdj oh my gosh XD Luffy too. They would both be so dramatic. Imaging them both being sick and regressed together. The mopiest and clingiest babies ever.

And poor Nami. Can’t even properly pry off Sanji without feeling bad. She has to just resign to her fate of getting sick from the baby.

~No I agree. Let him be fussy and inconsolable. As a treat :3 ( <- coming from the regressor who would also like to throw a tantrum sometimes but can’t) Too many big emotions that are too hard to process.

~Also Franky teaching him how to throw a “proper” tantrum. And Robin using her devil powers to catch flying books and objects thrown across the room, to make sure nothing breaks so that Sanji doesn’t feel bad after, but not exactly stopping the little. Just letting it run its course. Scribbling over the page of a coloring books and snapped crayons and ripped pages.

(<- Has too many ideas, can you tell?)

XD honestly I do the same thing. My brain is all over the place always.

Story time to answer your question! I watch one piece with my mom, as it’s her favorite anime. Currently I am at water seven although I’ve seen enough spoilers that I belive I can write most of the main crew with reason. Not the first time I’ve written fandom blind/ character blind and no ones called me out on it yet >:3 (I have about 15 or so fics on ao3 for a fandom I never watched a single episode for)

Usually watch an episode or two a day but the hyperfixation of this series called the Andy Griffith show has taken over One Piece right now so I will be on water seven for awhile longer. But feel free to mention any characters really, I’ll still do my best to comment on them :D

[str0yberries]

TAKE

Oh my goddd thank you so so much :DD I don't celebrate the new lunar year but I truly appreciate this ask, it made me laugh how the person looked so serious while throwing the wrapped money. This single-handedly made me want to research the history of red envelopes and guess what?? It’s a tradition to give your friends and family bright red envelopes filled with money. But it’s not about the money — it’s all about the envelopes. They symbolize good wishes and luck for the year ahead. With today’s technology, many people have exchanged digital red envelopes instead of traditional paper ones.

The tradition comes from an old story about a demon, Sui, who would terrorize children on New Year’s Eve. Parents would try to keep their children awake by giving them eight coins to play with. Inevitably, many of the children would fall asleep, and the coins (eight immortals in disguise) would light up and drive the demon away. The envelope is now symbolic of the coins.

The amount of money never includes the number 4 because the Chinese pronunciation of “four” sounds like the word for death.

It’s the biggest holiday in Asian culture

The Lunar New Year is the oldest and most important holiday in China — and it’s also celebrated in countries like Indonesia, Japan, Malaysia, South Korea, Singapore, Thailand, the Philippines and Vietnam. Over 2 billion people celebrate the holiday around the world.

It’s also called the Spring Festival

Even though winter weather is still around, the Lunar New Year is also called the Spring Festival. The holiday welcomes the beginning of spring. The traditional Chinese Lunar Calendar originated about 4,000 years ago and was created to divide the year into seasons for agriculture. Because the new year falls around the time the sun is entering a position to start a gradual warming, many farmers will start planting crops – signifying the beginning of spring, which is one of the ways the holiday was also dubbed the Spring Festival.

Many traditions – like wearing the color red – started from an ancient legend about a monster

According to Chinese legends, a beast named Nian would devour villagers on New Year’s Eve. Many traditions are linked to the “Guo Nian,” which means surviving Nian’s attack. For example, legend has it that many people tried to ward off Nian with food, but wearing red is what ultimately drove the monster away. It’s also why fireworks are a big part of traditions – the sound is said to scare off evil spirits.

The dates change every year

Many Chinese rulers debated the start of the festival, and for years, the dates went back and forth. It finally was decided that it should follow the traditional Chinese lunar calendar. This marked the beginning of the festival as the first new moon of the year and ends will the full moon, which is 15 days (about 2 weeks). This means it can fall anywhere between Jan. 21 and Feb. 21. And this year it seemed to be the tenth. Lastly, did you know that the fireworks aren’t just to make the sky sparkly??

The story of Nian isn’t just about wearing red to scare the monster away. Traditional Chinese culture also used fireworks to frighten the evil spirits. In China, fireworks will go off at different times depending on the region, but the most common times include when the reunion dinner is ready, at the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Day, again in the morning of the new year and the last day of celebration.

[saffron0v0]

Swapped Inonezu week!! (Collab with @miss-breeownie)

Day 2: Monday

(she is human and tanjiro's the demon, and her personality is swapped with inosuke, so it's a double swap)

*nezuko was strolling in the butterfly estate, and minding her own business when she runs into the most unpleasant person she knows*

Sanemi: *sees nezuko and decides to avoid her, she's not worth his time*

Nezuko: Coward.

Sanemi: *turns around* What did you say? *he says slowly as veins are about to pop*

Nezuko: COWARD! YOU CAN'T FACE THE ONE AND ONLY QUEEN OF THE MOUNTAINS! MWAHAHAHAHAHAA *INSERT GREMLIN FEMALE CACKLE*

(she dubbed herself as queen of the mountains while she and her siblings were playing pretend, and the name stuck with her til now)

Sanemi: *unsheathes his sword* Want to say that again?

Nezuko: *unsheathes her sword* THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT! COME AT ME!!!

They start sparing on the porch, nezuko gains a few cuts and bruises, while sanemi has one minor cut, they've been at it for a few minutes*

Inosuke: *passing by* OH MY GOSH, NEZUKO WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

Sanemi: This boar of a woman wants a fight, and I'm giving her one.

Nezuko: INOSHISHI DON'T INTERRUPT I'M GOING TO WIN- *gets cut off and pulled over by inosuke*

Inosuke: I AM SO SORRY FOR HER BEHAVIOR HASHIRA-SAMA! *frantically bowing and begging for forgiveness*.

Nezuko: *is forced to bow*

Sanemi: *clicks his tongue and decides to leave*

*inosuke takes nezuko to the infirmary and tends to her bruises and cuts since aoi is busy*

Inosuke: Please don't ever do this again! You could have been seriously injured!

Nezuko: Tch, what do you care? You silly man.

Inosuke: I care because you are very dear to me! I don't like seeing you get hurt! Tanjiro wouldn't like it too!

Nezuko: *Fuwa Fuwa* I... See o///o

Inosuke: There! All better now! I'm glad it isn't anything permanent, we wouldn't want your beautiful face to be marred with a scar now would we? ^v^ *smiles the most stupidly attractive smile on earth*

Nezuko: Beautiful... INOSHISHI STOP MAKING ME FEEL ALL RED! FIGHT ME!!

Inosuke: *chuckles* calm down! I just barely put bandages on you, please sit still!

Nezuko: Whatever... *she said blushing and averting her eyes* inoshishi is beautiful too I guess *she says under her breathe*

Inosuke: aww! Thank you nezuko! *kisses her forehead playfully*

Nezuko: Hah? Did you just- *she holds her hand over her forhead, blushing slightly*

Inosuke: *realizes what he did, and is a blushing mess* UHM! *abruptly stands up to leave* I HAVE TO GO POLISH MY SWORD! SEE YOU LATER! *his voice is so robotic as he walks like an alien while blushing a deep shade of red*

Nezuko: *stares at his silhouette questioningly* ugh that silly man! He makes me feel weird, kisses me randomly then suddenly leaves walking like a boar on 2 legs! Inoshishi is very weird! *she said blushing slightly*

Bonus:

Next day:

Shinobu: I hope you understand that it was a stupid idea to go up against the wind hashira, and you should consider yourself lucky that inosuke-kun was there to get you out of there before things got too severe, Shinazugawa-san doesn't know how to hold back.

Nezuko: *on her knees* yes ma'am *bowing her head down*

(yeah it's kinda short but ig it's acceptable, I hope that it's enjoyable. Looking forward to tomorrow's chapter bree!)

[overlyimmersed]

Dude oh my god XD

(I kinda wouldn't help this turning into a live react :p I tried to keep the commentary to a minimum cuz that's not what this post was supposed to be about. But if you're only interested in my discussion about voice actors, look for bold text and skip italics.)

Ok, so, been a while since dragon ball was on this blog, but hey I don't control the hyperfixation.

So I'm watching Dragon Ball Super: Super Hero for the first time. Bad name first of all, but otherwise I'm actually loving it! XD And it's like 80% the voice cast!

So I'm weirdly good at picking out voices. It makes watching anime weird cuz there's like 6 people who do extra voices for dubbed anime. Like period. So everyone sounds like everyone all the time.

BUT

It's not extras that have me all fluffed up. It's the main cast. The new additions rather. Of course I'd recognize recurrents I've been watching dragon ball literally my whole life.

ANYWAY

So first! Dr. Hedo, is freaking Arthur(7ds)/Tanjiro(Demon Slayer)

And like sure, anime to anime, that happens all the time. Like do you even know how many background nobodies is Seven Deadly Sins are voiced by either Tien or Gohan? It's obnoxious for someone who has those two character in her top 5 faves. What's really funny, is-

Gamma 2 IS FREAKING HUNTER FROM THE OWL HOUSE! XD That's so cute I picked that up literally on the first word out of his mouth! And sure, I know Zeno Robinson does voices in other anime too, he's also in Demon Slayer. But *I* know him from TOH so that's just wild to me!

Gamma 1 is god. damned. Lancelot! That's funny to me. But not as funny as that that actor also plays Zenitsu(Demon Slayer), Those two character are so opposite. XD Though honestly, I have to commend Aleks Le for his range, I DID NOT pick on that for A WHILE cuz he uses a totally different sound for Zenitsu when he's awake vs when he's asleep.

Cheelai is Jericho(7ds) guessed that one straight away, but also Emira from toh. Never picked up on that. The elder Blight girl just acts too different I guess. So Erica Lindbeck gets a point from me for her range :p

Y'know, I've seen some complaints about the animation for this movie. And I get that, I'm really not a fan of this 3D model trend either. But honestly most of these look quite good... Except Whis for some reason? Like I don't know, something about him is just...off. Like his face looks a little uncanny and his whole body moves weird.

Just a little aside about me personally -this post is supposed to be about voice actors- but it just occurred to me. Anyone who's seen enough of my posts lately knows that I almost exclusively call King(7ds) by his true name "Harlequin". And I just noticed that that's actually kind of a trend with me. It started back in my teens, when I started referring to Goku by his Saiyan name "Kakarot". At least inside my own head. My brother and father were also into dragon ball back then and would have looked at me funny if I'd done it out loud...

on a different note, I'm absolutely going to die from cringe. Beerus having a crush is killing me.

KORIN'S EARS!!!! They never used to twitch so much! That's so CUUUUTEEE!

As cool as that sky diving shot was, why is Piccolo still dressed like that... Also love that they're just casual with Shenron now. It makes sense but it's still cute.

XD!! Shenron is Bulma's plastic surgeon XD

YES YES YES!!! HOLY SHIT! GOHAN FINALLY USING PICCOLO'S SIGNITURE MOVE!! SPECIAL BEAM CANON FUCK YEAH!!!!!!

[aizenat]

I am actually like full body crying rn. I’m not even exaggerating. Like never have I felt this way about hearing about a stranger’s death and like it’s really making me think of how so much about what moves me and motivated me started with dragon ball z. My love for writing wouldn’t exist without it.

I remember being a kid watching sailor moon and dbz in the mornings waiting for my bus for school. I remember singing rock the dragon when I wanted to ignore annoying girls in my class lol. I always credited sailor moon with what got me into anime (because I loved it more lol), but dbz specifically got me into anime.

In fourth grade, a new kid in my class sat next to me and had a picture of the dbz characters on his binder. I hadn’t seen dragon ball in years so when I saw it I said “Hey I know that show!” In typical boy fashion, he couldn’t believe a girl was into dbz. So he went through pointing at all the characters asking who they were. I knew them all and eventually he realized I knew. I could tell at a point that he was just asking just to go through them all. But he finally pointed to someone I didn’t know, and I thought hard but knew I didn’t know this character.

“Who is that?”

“That’s Trunks! He’s Vegeta and Bulma’s son!”

“What? But he’s older than Gohan! How?”

“Aw man, are you not watching it right now?”

“Watch it? Where? When?”

“After school on Cartoon Network! They play this and a lot of other shows like this!”

We didn’t even know what anime was.

I found toonami thanks to me recognizing those dragon ball characters. And from there, I was reunited with Sailor Moon and picked up some new favorite watches. Tenchi Muuyo, Outlaw Star, Rurounin Kenshin, etc. So many and I loved them all!

If it weren’t for dbz, Yu Yu Hakusho probably wouldn’t exist. When YYH finally made its way on toonami, I was HOOKED. It was literally the perfect show to me. I was so hype over it that I tried to write fanfiction at 12 following Yusuke’s daughter as a spirit detective.

I ran into a problem though: I wanted his daughter to be Black like me. So I decided to make her a half Black half Japanese girl whose mother was a demon Yusuke cheated on Keiko with (to justify why she was Black). And she was in Japan to find her father but got caught up in spirit world stuff.

But I ran into a major issue with this: I loved Keiko and I loved Yusuke and Keiko as a couple and couldn’t ever see Yusuke cheating on her (still can’t). So I was stuck with how to justify this story.

That was when I got the idea to write my OWN story. One similar to YYH, but different, with my own characters and own world where things would be different but similar enough to not be too messy lol. At 12, I started to write my first story because I couldn’t write YYH fanfiction without it fucking up the canon (knowing this, you can probably guess why I don’t have a lot of respect for fanfiction lol).

I wouldn’t have gotten into YYH if I hadn’t learned DBZ was airing new episodes on toonami back in the fourth grade.

My love for anime grew, my love for storytelling grew, and my love for writing grew. The latter of which has saved my life more times than I can count.

Sean Schemmel, the voice for Goku in the most well known English dub, was the first American voice actor whose name I committed to memory. Chris Sabat, the voice of Vegeta and Piccolo and others, was the second. After finding yugioh abridged in hs, I got into TeamFourStar’s dragon ball z abridged and fell in love with the show for a second time. I’ve followed those guys for years watching the series, and I still return to it for an easy watch. In fact, Lanipator and KaiserNeko, two of the creators of the series, had a series last year on their second channel going through the show and giving their commentary. I would pop a delta gummy and enjoy the revisits every Saturday. It just wrapped up around the holidays. And while Ygotas started the abridging trend, lbr, dbza perfected it. And all the following abridged and parody videos that exist online wouldn’t without it.

Rdc world and their popular anime house series features Goku and Vegeta. The Piccolo is a nigga memes. How Broly coming out a few years ago was like a major moment for anime fans. You know you got a real friend when you’re doing the fusion dance with them. And what anime fan hasn’t pretended to do a Kamehameha wave at least once? I sat front row at a panel where Sonny Strait (Krillin’s va) played Dragonball Evolution (lol) and just straight ripped on it the entire time.

God, I remember watching that movie for the first time in a friend’s basement and when Emmy Rossum came on scene for the first time, I asked who she was supposed to be. And I’ll never forget the serious face on my one friend as he turned to be and said as though it was the most logical thing ever “It’s Bulma. Can’t you tell by the steak of blue in her hair?” I laughed so hard! Lol

My uncles watched dragon ball. One watched the original back in the 80s when you could only get the original Japanese bootlegged. My brother who went to art school and has a degree in animation started drawing by trying to draw dbz characters. For YEARS, until he went to art school honestly, his art style was insanely reminiscent of dbz, especially with how he drew clothes lol. I used to yell at him to stop drawing like Akira Toriyama and make his own style.

This man and the impact he had on anime as a whole, how dbz is the most mainstream anime to ever exist, and even in my own personal life: I didn’t realize until now that I’m thinking on it how influential he was. If he and dragon ball didn’t exist, my life would be vastly different. *I* would be vastly different. And that honestly scares me because I don’t know who I’d be without it.

So yeah for the first time in my entire life, I am fully sobbing and crying the death of a celebrity. I used to think people who did this were overly invested idiots, but I get it now. Because I never considered myself invested in dbz. It was just some anime I watched as a kid and remembered fondly. I don’t watch Super, and I’m a pretty casual fan of the story I feel.

But Akira Toriyama, the man behind the story, and the impact of that story, can’t be understated. I can’t deny that even in my personal life, everything he created helped shaped the world that inspired me. That moved me and motivated me. That kept me going all the times I wanted to give up. And that made me brave enough to tell stories myself in my way, the way he did in his.

Idek how to end this because the tears are starting again and I just don’t want this to be true. I just wanted to get it out somehow and yeah…

Holy fuck I’m in shock. What do you mean Akira Toriyama passed away??!!!!!

[visionofhope04]

Hii I was lowkey wondering if you would do something maybe like a one shot of neglected where reader is older (18-20) and dipped out of the house and became a singer and one of her songs basically exposed them for how they treated reader and in like an interview she full on tells them how she doesn’t even talk to them and like only Jason

This is literally perfect. I love this idea! I was planning on making a singer batsis reader anyway so here you go! I'll be making this part 4 of the series instead of a one shot. There’s a bit of angst. Btw, thanks so much for your support everyone! I'm glad you enjoy this series! Feel free to request anything you'd like besides smut as well!

This is the longest thing I have ever written so there will be a part 5. I planned on this being the last part but it's just so much. It’s not proofread and neither are all of the other parts because I post at 1 am most of the time lol. Hope you like it!

f/n = friend name

Y/G/N = your group name

N/S = news station

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (Current) Part 5

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You were sick of it. Sick of how even after confronting them about how you felt and almost dying because of it, they still neglected you. You couldn't wait to move out at the age of 18, even if it proved to be a struggle. You had taken mini jobs since you turned 15 and saved up since then. You just couldn't see them anymore as it would remind you of how they treated you that day at that hospital. None of them apologized either. They just pretended it never happened and continued to ignore you. The media had a field day with speculation of what had happened but eventually stopped because Bruce had claimed it was “just a bad case of the flu” which they believed.

Jason was always the only one that would talk to you. He was the only one that actually cared enough to make sure you were taking proper care of yourself and that you wouldn't have a repeat of what happened. He took you places, spent time with you and gave you advice. You even had a tradition where you'd always meet up at the manor's library every week at the same time that same day every week and just have a mini book club together. He always made time for you and never bailed on you.

So on your 18th birthday, he helped you move out. You managed to rent a small apartment in Star City with the money you had saved up. It wasn’t that close to the manor which was a good thing. The neighborhood wasn’t good but it wasn’t as bad as Gotham’s neighborhoods so you would be fine. You could handle yourself with your assassin training if needed. You also managed to get hired at a cafe which was about a five minutes walking distance from your apartment.

It had taken a while but eventually, you had packed all of your belongings into color coded containers and moved them into Jason’s car with his help. You didn’t say goodbye to anyone as you had no friends to say bye to and you knew that your so called “family” couldn’t care less about what you did with your life. ‘This is it, hopefully the last time I’ll ever be near this place.’ You thought. You didn’t plan on stepping foot in Gotham ever again after you left. It would bring back too many memories you prefer to keep buried away deep inside your mind.

The car ride to Star City was entertaining. You and Jason conversed the whole time, telling jokes and listening to his funny tales with the radio playing softly in the background. Eventually, a song you both loved came on and you both started yell-singing along to the lyrics. You wished those moments could be permanent. You were both so carefree and nothing else mattered besides having fun and enjoying yourselves.

You now stood in the doorway of your new apartment, admiring your new home. Jason and yourself had just finished unpacking all of your belongings. You really liked how it looked and thought you both did an amazing job at designing the place perfectly according to your style. Jason, unfortunately, had to leave in order to avoid raising suspicions. Once you both said your byes, he left you to your apartment.

Jason drove back home in silence. He hated to admit it but he would miss you dearly. You were always there for him and helped him with anything. You tried your best to always comfort him and make him feel better on his darkest days and it would always work. Somehow you seemed to always have the right words to say or knew exactly what to do to help him. Out of everyone he was closest to you. He assumed it was because he could relate to you the most. More so how you felt. He’d felt like the black sheep of the family before you came, and he was. When you came, you took that role from him. It pained him to see how much their insults would affect you, even if you were good at hiding it. He could just tell.

Jason made it back to the manor after a while and went straight to the library. He didn't want to deal with the others. After the whole hospital situation, he'd never really bother interacting with them. He hated how they treated you as if you didn’t exist and hated how much pain they had caused you and that they didn’t even care. He guessed that they'd probably be doing something for Damian's birthday and forgot that you were his twin. They probably couldn’t even remember that Damian had a twin.

He made it to the library and pulled out one of his favorite books. He’d read it so many times you’d often joke that he could probably recite the whole book by heart at this point. Sitting down in a chair, he started to read. However, he couldn’t bring himself to stop thinking about what it would’ve been like if they treated you how they did Damian. The both of you were Bruce’s real children. You both even looked like clones of him! At first, Jason thought you would’ve been the favorite twin due to your personality. Even though you were twins, your personalities were polar opposites. You even refused to kill! You were trained by the League so why didn’t you kill as Damian did?

Jason knew you would benefit them greatly if you joined. You had self control, didn’t kill, could act perfectly, lie perfectly, do well under pressure, and not to mention your skills. Being raised by the League may have been torture, but you managed to gain incredible skills out of it. You could take on at least ten guys who doubled you in size and beat them within five minutes. You even bested Damian in spars and he was supposedly dubbed the “better twin” by Talia, so why hadn’t they let you join their nightly crusades like they had let Damian when the both of you first arrived?

Damian passed by your room but noticed something was off. He decided to take a look. He twisted the doorknob and pushed. The room which was once occupied by you now looked extremely plain and bare, stripped of all of its accessories. The only things left were the bed itself, multiple dressers, and a vanity. It looked as if it had been vacant the whole time. It might as well have been. Damian couldn’t really remember what it had looked like since he’s never paid much mind to it but he could tell there was a drastic difference. He knew that you disliked just leaving your room plain unlike himself and wanted at least something to make it look less boring.

He couldn’t help but wonder what had happened. Had you finally been kicked out by Bruce? Did you get shipped off to a boarding school like he had been suggesting to your father for years? He decided to go ask. He exited the room and closed the door behind him, taking off for Bruce’s office. Walking down the hall, he suddenly remembered that he had seen you leave with Jason. This meant that you were not at a boarding school like he had originally thought. But then why was your room vacant?

Instead of going to see Bruce, he decided to go see Jason and bring up the matter with him instead. He changed directions and headed to the library where he knew he’d find Jason. It was no secret that Jason was a book worm so Damian had a fifty percent chance of finding him there.

He entered the library and was immediately greeted with the sight of Jason sitting comfortably on a chair, legs crossed with a book opened in his hands. Jason didn’t bother to look up from his book as he spoke.

“What do you want Demon Spawn?”

“I’ve come to obtain the whereabouts of my sister.”

“You mean my sister?”

“She’s not your sister!” Damian exclaimed.

“Well I act more like a brother than you do.”

“Where is Y/N? Her whole room is bare.”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

“Just tell me, you imbecile!” Damian said, growing increasingly frustrated by Jason’s blunt answers.

“She’s not here.”

“Then where is she?”

“Not here.”

“Just tell me already Todd, I have no time for your foolish games!”

“She moved out.” Jason said, giving in.

“What?! Where.” Damian demanded.

“Why would I tell you?”

“Because I demand to know!”

“Okay and?”

“Tell me!”

“No.”

“Why not!”

“Because you don’t even care.”

“And you do?”

“Yes, I actually do Damian! I’m there for her when she needs me the most. I’m there for her while she’s watching you live the perfect life that she’s just a background character in! While you and the others ignore that she even exists! I’m there for her when she breaks down and has panic attacks! And what were you all doing to try and help her? Nothing! Absolutely nothing!” Jason snapped.

“Y/N’s fine, I know my twin!” Damian screamed.

“Do you even know what her favorite color is?” Jason questioned in a harsh tone.

“...” Was Damian’s reply.

“Exactly! You don’t! You and the others have never cared about her, so why all of a sudden do you care now? You don’t know anything about her so don’t act like you do!” Jason then stood up and walked out of the room in a fit of rage.

Damian stood there, shocked. Had Jason just refused to answer his question? He was about to follow him but decided against it. Why was Damian going to chase Jason down just for her? She was just an annoyance, a mistake, imperfect. He had been wanting to get rid of her for so long, so why doesn’t he feel relieved? Why does he feel guilty? He decided to stop dwelling on it and get on with life. He figured it would happen eventually if it hadn’t happened then.

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It had been a year since that day. The day you left your old life behind and started a new life, a better one. One where you weren’t constantly ignored. One where you actually had more than one person care about you. Instead of seeing yourself as a failure and disappointment, you now saw yourself as an amazing person (which you always were). You had been going to a community college in Star City. You made many friends there and started up a music career with three of them.

Their names were f/n, f/n and f/n. You all started off by taking random gigs anywhere you could. You performed covers of songs and would receive standing ovations all the time. Seeing as your group was well liked, you decided to write and produce your own songs. At the age of 19, Y/G/N released their first album. It went viral within a day and everyone was talking about it. After a week, several articles were posted, praising your work. News Stations talked about all the records Y/G/N managed to break. People started to stream it like crazy, and you couldn’t be happier with all the positive feedback you were receiving.

You had been a Wayne once, meaning you had experience in dealing with the media. Since you had already been used to it, you knew you’d all eventually be invited to interviews. So, when you had received an email stating how N/S wanted a one on one interview with you, you weren’t sure how to feel. You weren’t looking forward to interviews with your whole group, let alone one where you would be alone. You knew how unfiltered interviewers could be and didn’t feel comfortable with it.

However, you decided it would be best to go. So here you were, sitting in front of the interviewer in an uncomfortable chair preparing for the interview to start. You had somehow managed to keep a smile plastered on your face the entire time while you were a nervous wreck on the inside. You hoped none of the questions would be sexist as they usually were towards women. However, you had no more time to think about that. You heard clicking, signaling that you were about to go live. Once you heard the last click, you knew you were live and the interview had begun.

“Hello everyone, welcome back to N/S. My name is Jerald Tangleberry and I’m here today with songwriter, singer, and celebrity, Y/N Wayne! How are you?”

You waved to the camera and then answered, “Hello everyone! I’m doing good, how about you?”

“I’m doing great, thanks for asking! So by now I’d assume everyone knows that you’ve released an album with your group. How does it feel to gain more fame?”

“It doesn’t feel any different. Fame wasn’t our goal when we released the album. It was to express ourselves.”

“Mhm, well Ms. Wayne, what inspired you to write songs?”

“Well we know people may be in a tough spot in their life right now and want them to know they aren’t alone.”

“That’s so true. Some fans have been speculating that every member has three songs that specifically relate to them since there are twelve songs in total and three of the songs have the same group member as the introduction part of the song. Is this true?”

“Yes, it is true.”

“So all three of your songs relate to family issues of some sort. Is that hinting that you have family issues?”

“Yes, actually. My family isn’t the best. They ignored me all the time, even when they weren't busy. The only person who didn’t was Jason.”

“You’re saying it in the past tense.”

“I moved out about a year ago. When I was around 14, I suffered from anorexia. My family would always ignore me since they were either busy doing work or hanging out with each other. The only family member that acknowledged me was Jason. I assumed it was because there was something wrong with me. I started to hate myself so much to the point of starvation. One day, I passed out right before a gala and my oldest brother Dick found me passed out on the floor. They took me to the hospital and when I woke up, Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian started fussing about how I’d ruin their image if the media knew what actually happened. They started to yell at me and told me how I was a useless burden. I started to have a panic attack so I kicked them out. Jason stayed behind with me and comforted me. Ever since then I made a planed to save enough money so I could move out when I turned 18, which I did.”

“Oh, wow. So Jason was the only one who interacted with you?”

“Yeah.”

“Looks like the Wayne family isn’t as perfect as they seem.”

“No family is actually perfect.”

“Did your family try contacting you at all after they found out about Y/G/N?”

“Not yet. They’re probably too busy or don’t care.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s alright, I got over it. What’s the next question.”

“Oh-” He cleared his throat and continued the interview. (So basically I don’t wanna bore you all lol)

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Jason had woken up late into the afternoon that day. Patrol that morning had exhausted him. There was a huge breakout at Arkham they had assisted with. They successfully locked up every escapee, so today, Jason just wanted to relax until it would be time for patrol again. Even though he was exhausted, he knew he couldn’t take a break. The others wouldn’t and it would be unfair to them if he did.

He headed over to his couch with his phone and a bowl of popcorn in hand, ready to watch random movies the entirety of the day. He set down his phone on the coffee tables and grabbed the TV remote. When he turned on the TV, he almost dropped the popcorn and remote. You were sitting on a chair, giving an award winning smile while you politely answered the man’s questions. He was baffled. He didn’t know why you were being interviewed, let alone on TV at all! You made it clear you didn’t want to have any relations with your family any longer and you couldn’t stand publicity, so what were you doing?

He placed the bowl down and snatched his phone off the table. Unlocking his phone, he quickly dialed your phone number. However, he realized that the interview was live and that he would be interrupting it if he called you then. Deciding to wait, he placed his phone back down, picked up the bowl, and then got comfortable.

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I'll make you see (the devil within) [1]

ft. mikey

cw. f!reader, incubus!mikey, dub-con (kinda, depends on how you feel about horny demon powers but most things are just implied in this part), dirty talk, public sex, thigh riding, fingering

an. this is very self indulgent and kinda like a bday present for myself tbh. this idea came to me the other day and before i knew it, this had reached almost 3k words soooooo at least another part is on the works, take this as an introductory chapter, i guess

tagged. @scandalous-writing, @vryr

minors dni (18+)

The place was in full swing when you finally made your way to the bar once again. The sea of dancing bodies threatening to swallow you up as you tried to reach your destination, hands brushing against you and words spoken low close to your ears in hopes to make you stay; nevertheless, you still marched forward. You were having a good time but you were parched and really felt like you needed a moment to yourself. It's not until you got your drink that you felt someone occupied the seat to your left. And to your surprise, you were met with a somewhat familiar face.

Manjiro Sano, a.k.a. Mikey, was a bit of an infamous figure around campus. His good looks made him very sought after, and while it seemed like he wasn't opposed to fooling around here and there, the rumours said that he never stayed around long after the deed was done; no one seemed to be able to make the mysterious man interested enough. And you weren't blind, you could definitely see the appeal as you took in his features—the defined jaw, his pink bottom lip jutting out in a seemingly permanent pout, the soft-looking black hair that fell parted and framing his face, and eyes so dark that it was hard to see where the iris ended and the pupil began.

But just as those very eyes turned to look at you, probably feeling your own stare, you felt a shiver run down your spine. Yes, Mikey had a lot of characteristics one would consider desirable, but there was also something slight off about him. In all the times you had caught glimpses of him, you had never been able to pin-point exactly what it was, but he felt both inviting and unapproachable at the same time, a somewhat paradoxical combination.

He smiled and called your name, which surprised you since you hadn't expected him to remember you from that brief time you had talked a few weeks ago.

"Didn't expect to run into you here," he commented.

You raise an eyebrow at that. "Why's that?"

"Dunno. You just didn't seem like the type to enjoy places like this," he shrugged.

"To be fair, the last time you saw me it was during finals," you snorted. "I think very few people look like anything else but 'desperate college student trying not to die'."

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and he shook his head, "Fair."

A small moment passed before you spoke again, "You were kinda right, though." At that, he made a small questioning nose.

"It's my birthday," you explained. "My friends were determined to make me let loose tonight." You laughed a bit, recalling their instance.

"Oh?" Mikey raised an eyebrow, now resting his face on his gloved hand, an elbow on the counter. "Happy birthday, then. A shame I don't have a gift prepared, though." His tone gave you pause, making you tear away your sight from where his other hand had started toying with his drink, slender finger circling the rim of the glass.

You're startled—his face was closer than it had been before. And his eyes, those endless pools of darkness gleamed with an intensity that left you momentarily speechless. His eyes were scanning your face, and he must have found what he was searching for because that half smile from before returned.

And when he asked you if you wanted to step outside to get some air, you could only nod; something, that something you still couldn't determine, made you agree. You both made your way out, pushing past the mass of dancing bodies, his hand holding yours in a firm grip to not lose you in the crowd, his leathered touch still surprisingly cool against your feverish skin.

The cold night air hits you suddenly as you step outside. Another look at your face and he's tugging at your hand once more, and not long after you found yourselves in the alley on the side of the club. It was dark, a little corner separated from the city lights—it was the illusion of privacy, of course, you still could see the lights and hear the cars passing by. And as he turned around, your hand still in his and walking up to you until your back hit the cold brick wall behind you, you knew where this is going and you knew that anyone could walk up and find you two, you knew all of this too well but as you looked up at his dark stare full of promises in the soft moonlight, you realized that you really couldn't care less about the consequences.

"Tell me," he murmured, face so close that strands of his dark hair were brushing against your face. "Was this where you were planning your night to go?"

His hands moved, the one holding yours left your grip, fingers slowly trailing up your arm, and the other one found home a top of your waist on the expanse of skin between your crop top and your skirt. You could feel the goosebumps form as the cool leather from his gloves gliding softly on your bare skin. You opened your mouth but before you could speak he continued, "Would anyone else have sufficed? Or did you follow because it was me?"

You could feel your face heat up, both in response to his words but also because his other hand had now reached your neck and his thumb was slowly caressing the skin near your collarbone—left to right, back and forth, taking his time and diminishing your ability to think straight. Your lips parted once again but your mind went back to those dark eyes that had haunted your dreams for weeks now, eyes so eerily similar to the ones staring at you right this moment, and your voice almost got caught in your throat, coming out in little more than an unintelligible whisper.

"Ah ah," he tutted and you felt his warm breath against your neck -when had he even moved his head?- and then his lips brushed against your skin with his next words: "C'mon, doll, use your big girl words for me."

You could feel the heat in your cheeks spread down to your neck but you thankfully still managed to put yourself together enough to answer him, "....you. I-it was because it was you who ahhhh-" Your voice tapered into a moan when he bit down on your neck and then soothed the sting with a slow drag of his tongue.

"Good answer," he smiled against your skin before lifting his head. His hand now rested higher, grabbing the side of your neck and using his thumb to tilt your head up slightly.

You weren't sure who leaned in first but the next thing you knew, the distance between you two disappeared.

The moment his lips were on yours, you couldn't help the strangled gasp that left your mouth. If his touches so far had been gentle, his kisses could only be described as bruising. He wasted no time in capturing your lips, his pace fast and dominant, and when he nipped at your bottom lip and proceeded to lap at it to soothe the pain, you were all too willing to open your mouth for him, eager to follow his lead—if his mere kisses were already starting to fog up your brain, you couldn't wait to find out what else he could do.

As soon as his tongue entered your mouth, a low groan escaped from deep within his throat and his precious soft touches turned firm, as if something had snapped within him. He pressed himself closer to you until there was no space to distinguish where you ended and he began—it was as if he was trying to devour you, tongue exploring every inch of your mouth like he was trying to get a taste of you. While his fingers entangled themselves in your hair, his other hand moved from your waist up, until you could feel his thumb slipping under the edge of your top, stopping right when it met your bra.

He pulled away, finally giving your room to breath; your breaths mingled as you panted and your eyes were immediately drawn to his now kissed bitten lips, red and shiny even in the low light. His half-lidded eyes drank in your expression in a way that made you feel naked despite being completely dressed but you could also see the unspoken question in those onyx pools. And without breaking eye contact, you answered, by way of arching your back and pushing your chest into his waiting hand.

Mikey wastes no time after that, his lips now mouthing at your neck and his hands–both of them–slipping under your shirt to grope your breasts over your bra. You gasped, the leather of his gloves once again taking you by surprise when he pushed the cups of your bra down to reach your nipples. Still under the cover of your top, his hands moved, fondling your chest, his fingers brushing against your little nubs, switching between soft flicks and hard pinches, until they were hard and aching and you were whining for more.

And more he gave; with a wet pop, he detached himself from your neck and the hickey he had been nursing and his dove farther down until his lips captured your nipple over your shirt. The fabric quickly became wet with his saliva, and the combination of the wet heat combined with the friction of your top was too much for you. When your grip on him tightened and you felt pleasure spike from your cunt, you suddenly became all too aware of how your hips had been slowly rocking against the thigh he had wedged between your legs.

Before you could even think about moving away, one of his hands trailed down to grip your hip and keep you in place. No, not just to keep you in place, but to make you grind even harder against him.

Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as you bit back a moan, hips working faster against his thigh despite the slight embarrassment you could feel coursing through you. Once again he pulled back, taking in the sight of you—red, spit slicked lips, half-lidded eyes, the wet patches in the fabric where your nipples were poking through... as you moved your hips, face half scrunched in pleasure, you were the prettiest thing he had laid eyes on and he just wanted to see you fall apart .

With renewed urgency, Mikey tugged at his glove with his teeth to take it off and put it in his back pocket. His hand grabbed your thigh and hooked it around his hip, and just the sensation of his bare touch on your skin shouldn't feel so good, it shouldn't, but you couldn't stop the gasp that left your lips as you felt the heat coiling in your gut. He smiled watching your reaction and his fingers dragged up your inner thigh until it reached the edge of your panties.

And you could tell the exact moment he felt it, the way your arousal had absolutely drenched the front of your panties and had started to cling to the skin of your thighs, because the smirk left his face only to be replaced by the darkest look he had given you that night.

"So wet," he hummed, middle finger running up and down your clothed slit. He barely put any pressure on your clit and you were just about ready to scream at him to get on with it. He must have seen the frustration clinging to your features but he paid no heed to it because his feather-like touch continued as he asked, "All for me, doll? Just for me?"

"Yes!" you sobbed, modesty out of the window, just needing him to touch you properly. " 's cause of you, now touch me, please."

"I am touching you, though," he mumbled against the crook of your neck and you could hear the hint of a smile in his voice. You parted your lips but before you could complain, his fingers slipped under the fabric and the only thing that you could let out was a surprised mewl.

His fingers trailed across your puffy lips, spreading the slick that was already messily coating them. Slowly, oh so very slowly, he parted your folds and pushed in his middle finger dragging it from your clit to your entrance, back and forth, never lingering too long on either. He would slowly press into your hole, as if testing, teasing, the stretch and when you would tightened around him he would dip back out to lightly circle your little clit one, two, three times, rinse and repeat, until you were trembling in his arms, grasping at him like a lifeline. It was enough stimulation to get you going but not enough to let you finally tip over the edge. You could feel the tears prickling at the corner of your eyes in response to this delicious torment and even if you were trying to keep your moans at bay, whimpers of desperation were starting to escape your throat.

"Shhh shh shh, it's okay, doll," he quieted you, sensing your agitation. "You want my fingers inside you, dontcha? That's it, right?" He knew the answers to those questions, of course, the way his fingers were circling your entrance was proof enough. "Well... I think you've more than earned it, yeah? Birthday girl deserves to cum, hmm?"

You could only whimper and nod your head frantically, his touch had reduced you to nothing more than a whiny, needy mess. No man had unraveled you this quickly before and you could tell that he knew, he knew the effect he had on you and he was relishing in it. Another grin tugged at the corner of his mouth and he leaned forward again, capturing your lips in another filthy kiss—and just as he tugged at your bottom lip, his middle finger finally entered your drooling hole. You moaned, pleasure running through your veins at the feeling of him finally filling you up, even if it was just his finger.

"Fuck," Mikey growled out, feeling you clench around him, like your cunt was trying to suck him in. "Pretty pussy's so fucking wet, doll, taking me in so well. Feels like I could slide another finger right away, hmm? You can take it , right?" He didn't wait for your answer before another finger was prodding at your entrance, and slowly but surely, a second finger fitted right at home inside your walls and both of you groaned in response.

He had barely started and you already felt overwhelmed— his fingers slowly delving into your pussy, fingers curling deliciously and finding all the spots that made you see stars. You started to rock your hips into his hand, desperate to chase your high and Mikey's hand sped up in response.

"Are you close, doll? Pussy gonna make a mess in my hand?" A choked chorus of "yes yes yes" had his fingers plunging into your hole even faster, now with his palm pressing directly against your throbbing clit. And that has you crying out, shaking as you felt your orgasm rapidly approaching, your insides clenching rhythmically around his slender digits, and god, the sounds—you knew he could hear you, the dirty squelching sounds that came from your dripping hole and you knew that tomorrow you would question what possessed you to let someone do this to you in an alleyway of all places but right now? Right now the only thing in your mind was "need to come, please", so when he growled out a simple "cum" against your lips, you did, back arching and legs trembling as your arousal coated his entire hand.

Mikey milked out your orgasm as you slowly came back from your high, drawing eights on your puffy clit until the overstimulation kicked in and your breathing went back to normal. He leaned forward once more to capture your lips in a slow, languid kiss. "Happy birthday," he drawled, a teasing smirk adorning his face which made you laugh and swat his chest light in response before pulling him back in for another kiss. This time you took the initiative, tongue swiping at his lower lip and exploring his mouth when he quickly parted his lips for you. Your hand had found purchase on his hair, and when you tugged at the soft black strands, a deep groan left him and he jutted his hips forward, and that's when you felt it, hard and big, pressed up against your hip.

But just as you were about to do something about it, your ringtone blared into the night, effectively breaking the little bubble you had made for yourselves.

"I-, it's probably my friends," you sighed and closed your eyes, cursing their timing. "They had said they wanted to do something else after this and-," you tried to explain and apologize but he just shook his head, making you stop short.

"It's okay," he smiled and lifted his hand, still covered in your slick, before popping a finger into his mouth, effectively making your face heat up and press your thighs together. "You can make it up to me later, right?"

You nodded, dazed, and you later would blame your foggy brain for the way that, for just an instant, Mikey's eyes black eyes seemed to flash pink and his smile appeared to grow sharp as he slowly continued to lap at his fingers.

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Fanbook + Interview Notes

Someday I want to make a post that covers only the Easter Eggs but, here are some tidbits from the fanbooks & Yana’s interview in Magical Archives. I added in sources if you want to find them in-game too.

Twisted Wonderland Laboratory

These are official notes written in the fanbook by Disney Fan.

📖 According to Vil, Pomefiore is the dorm with the oldest history at NRC. Snow White was Disney’s first full-length animated feature in color—in other words, the oldest. (Vil Ceremony Robes)

📖 Vargas states that he built his muscles by eating raw eggs everyday. In the Gaston song sequence, you can see him eating raw eggs while singing “When I was a lad, I ate four dozen eggs ... And now that I’m grown, I eat five dozen eggs so I’m roughly the size of a barge.” (Main Story 1-5)

📖 Prince Riale’s name is an anagram of Ariel.

📖 In the Atlantica Memorial Museum, there is a photo honoring the visit of the court composer Horatio the 12th. The court composer in The Little Mermaid is Sebastian, whose full name is Horatio Thelonious Ignatius Crustaceous Sebastian. (Main Story 3-27)

📖 The pattern of the curtains in Crowley’s office are based off the Sorcerer’s Hat from Fantasia.

📖 When Kalim and Silver had to make a sleeping potion, one of their ingredients was “dawn-weed.” Princess Aurora’s name is Latin for “dawn.” Additionally, dawn-weed is said to grow in a far-off forest-- Aurora also lived in a far-off forest. (Silver Lab Coat)

📖 Chenya’s lines when he first appears at Heartslabyul are a close variation of the lyrics to ‘Twas Brillig sung by the Cheshire Cat. The EN dub’s lyrics are nonsensical, but they match the JP dub nearly exactly. (Main Story 1-18)

📖 Vil casts Silver to play the role of “The Headless Horseman” in one of the Film Studies Club’s independent films. There was also a Headless Horseman in Ichabod and Mr. Toad. (Silver PE Uniform)

📖 The Scarabia students who chase down Grim after he escapes in the night call him a “street rat,” just like the guards call Aladdin in One Jump Ahead. (Main Story 4-12)

📖 Jack brings up a story about a lion, hippo, giraffe, and monkey who could all talk with each other. In the I Just Can’t Wait to Be King song sequence, there’s a scene where Simba plays the telephone game with a hippo, giraffe, and monkey. (Jack Chat w/ Leona)

📖 Jade’s interest in raising terrariums is a reflection of Ursula’s garden of souls. She would turn anyone who didn’t hold up their end of the bargain into a polyp. However, she referred to them as “flowers in her little garden.” (← JP dub only). Sea anemones are also a type of polyp, and these sprouted on the heads of all students who didn’t fulfill their contract with Azul.

📖 According to Silver and Lilia, there’s a superstition in the Valley of Thorns that any clothes hung on trees will be stolen by animals. In the Once Upon a Dream scene, the forest animals steal the wet cloak, cap, and shoes Prince Philip had hung up to dry and dress themselves as a “prince” for Aurora. (Silver Chat w/ Lilia)

Notes from Yana

📖 The idea for the birthday sashes on each birthday card came from the sashes each princess is given when they get a makeover at the Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique. (x)

📖 “Growing boys are always hungry, so Western boarding schools have fruit bowls left out for anyone to eat from in the hallways and lounges.” This is what Yana used as a reference for putting fruit bowls in NRC’s cafeteria. (x)

📖 The green lighting around the concept illustration of Leona’s scale figure is supposed to resemble the lighting in Be Prepared. (x)

📖 When a student first joins Heartslabyul, the dorm leader decides their card suit and applies it with magic. After that, they use magic to paint it on or apply it themselves with makeup.

📖 Before deciding the setting of the game would be a school, the creators considered making it a “showbiz world” or a Makai-esque world. (I guess ‘demon realm’ could be used to describe that?) The title of the game was also almost “Villains School Story” (Villains Gakuen Monogatari) until Aniplex brought up the name “Twisted Wonderland” that was used in early drafts of the worldbuilding.

📖 Timewise, personal stories and events are considered spin-offs from the main story, but they dig deeper into each character + their daily lives + how they react when trouble occurs. They’re meant to be written from individual characters’ perspectives rather than MC’s, and so the way a character is depicted changes depending on their relationships.

📖 The characters were specifically designed to look like fans of the Disney villains. “I’m sure everyone has at least once bought something that a celebrity they idolized liked, or dressed in a character’s signature colors”—similarly, the Twst characters style themselves after the Great Seven & their sidekicks that they respect so much.

📖 In order to reflect the very different tones, themes, and settings shown in each of the original Disney films, Yana wanted each dorm to look “mismatched” when lined up together. The difficult part was the creating the characters, since they are supposed to only be 3-4 years apart in age (for the most part) and their original films take place in scattered time periods. This was solved by replacing the “time period gaps” with differences in values and customs, depending on their dorm, homeland, and species. The different themes for each dorm are:

Heartslabyul - Card soldiers serving the Queen of Hearts

Savanaclaw - Beasts racing through the wilds

Octavinelle - Employees of a jazz lounge

Scarabia - Arabian and dancing

Pomefiore - Traditions and poison

Ignihyde - Lifeless and high-tech

Diasomnia - Dragons and bodyguards

[simplyahoe]

Kinktober Day 6 : Nipple Play

Dedicated to a lovely @cakepop-tatertot

Also here are the prompts again

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TW : time travel, slight dub con, threesome, Light Bondage, overstim

Character : Akaza/Hakuji, Koyuki

Male Reader

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You laid on the tatami, a bit stunned from falling into a portal while sparring with Akaza and dropping into a house.

Across the room is a couple.

A very familiar looking male, around 18, with black hair and pink eyelashes. His eyes are a beautiful light blue. He is in a martial arts gi, criminal tattoos around his arms.

The girl on the other hand, doesn’t look familiar at all. Black hair held up with a snowflake pin. A very familiar snowflake. Pink to light blue kimono with a snow pattern. Pink eyes with white flower irises.

“Who are you?” Akaza’s voice came from the guy

“I’m a demon slayer…..” you stared at the two “you?

“I’m Hakuji and this is my Fiancé, Koyuki.” Hakuji’s brows furrowed

You thought about it

“Could any of you tell me what time period it is?”

“Of course, Edo.” Hakuji answered

“Time travel.”

You huffed. It isn’t a demon blood art. You two were sparring in the safety of Akaza’s small safe haven.

“Anyone here made a wish of sorts?”

Silence.

Slowly Koyuki raised her hand

“Eh?!” Hakuji looked a bit shocked

“I kind of made a wish on a star.” She hid her face behind her sleeves “I wanted to know what will make you feel good for our wedding night.”

His face became red. In fact, his blush went down his neck and to his ears. Just like a specific demon you know. It then clicked in your mind, Akaza looked really similar to Hakuji. They looked like twins. It means that Akaza and Hakuji are one in the same. What could have happened to make him turn into a demon?

“I think I have a vague Idea, but don’t kill me if I’m right.” You pointed at Hakuji “I am currently involved with a demon named Akaza.”

“So?” I guess being a brat has always been in his blood

“And he looks an awful lot like you. So something bad might happen to cause you to become a demon.”

“Wha-“

“I’m not done.” You gave a pointed look “to put it simply, Akaza and I fuck. We live in Taisho, so Koyuki-San must have passed somewhere along the line.”

That gave them a shock

“And if I’m correct, I’m supposed to be here to teach her the ways of fucking you.”

You ended the statement there to give them time to process what was just said. It took a few minutes but Koyuki was pretty quick about it.

“Please teach me!” She grabbed your hand “If I don’t have time left, I want to make the most of it!”

“Wait.” Hakuji’s voice wavered

“This means the three of us fuck then.” You grinned

“Do I get a choice?”

“Nope, if you want to send me home, we fucking tonight.”

“Wait…”

You two didn’t listen, pushing him to the bedroom. Koyuki pulled out a futon while you held Hakuji in place. When she nodded, you threw him onto the bedding, sliding behind him and holding his thighs slightly open with your legs.

“WAIT!”

He yelped when you slide his gi off his shoulders, catching his elbow before it can hit your face. Wrestling his arms behind his back, you held both his wrists with one hand, using the belt to tie his hands back. He struggled, but it held.

“Lady Koyuki come here”

You wave her over, pulling her hands to his chest

“His neck and ears are his weak points, but these are what get him going.”

You pinch a nipple, gaining a squeak from the shy, squirming Hakuji. He bites his lip in an attempt to keep quiet.

You lick the shell of his ear before nibbling on it, gaining some quiet sounds from the Soryu fighter.

“Try it.”

She watches as her fiancé wriggles in your grasp before nodding in determination and pressing his other nipple. His gasp is music.

“Good boy.” You murmured into his ear

Koyuki noticed and took a mental note. She mimicked your movements as he started to fight his bonds. Licking his ears and kissing down his neck, remembering your words.

It’s odd seeing black hair with blue eyes, but it's nothing too much of a shock. His mannerisms are still pretty similar, just less shy about his body.

His nipples are now hard, the one that you played with is slightly pinker. Mainly from your rougher treatment.

“How about you try sucking and gently biting them?”

“Wah?”

Slightly pleasure dazed, Hakuji didn’t really catch your words. He only watched his future wife get closer to his chest, till she latched on. He threw his head back, resting against your shoulder, as a moan fell past his lips.

“Ple- please st- stop.”

“Hmm?”

“Feels we-weird. Please.”

“Oh is that so?”

You worked off his pants and fundoshi. Hakuji barely managed to move his head to look at what you are doing. His dick in hand, you motioned for Koyuki to sit back and watch, grinding the tip of your thumb into his slit.

“Ghiiiiii!”

He grit his teeth as he came. Eyes rolled back as tears fell from his eyes. Head thrown against your shoulder his entire body tensed. He unknowingly pushed his whole body against you. As he fell from his high, he drooped into your hold.

“It tastes a bit weird, but do you want to try?”

White painted knuckles pressed against her tongue as she licked some of his release off. Her face scrunched at the taste. Shrugging, you licked your hand clean.

“Ple…. Please…. Enough….” Hakuji huffed

“If that was enough, why am I still here?” You kissed his tempel “don’t worry, I think after the next thing I’ll be gone.”

“Please….” His eyes closed, “Take care…. of me……”

“I will.”

You laid him down, untying him and spreading his legs. Motioning Koyuki closer, you showed her the lube piece.

“That dissolves in saliva, do you want me to dissolve it?”

She nodded

“I will be teaching you how to fuck his ass. So I will put the lube in your hand ok?”

She nodded once again. You stuck it in your mouth, waiting until it fully liquefied. Pulling her hand to your mouth, you allowed the lube to drip from your mouth. Once it was all out, you guided her hand.

“Slow at first.”

You muttered to her, as her middle finger slipped into his ass. Once her first finger fully entered you motioned to her how to move her hand.

“Now I think he is loose enough for a second finger.”

Her ring finger started to slip in. She worked through the motions taught, quickly gaining some soft, weak cries.

“Now, find the prostate. It will make him feel the best.”

You put Hakuji’s head onto your lap, allowing her to fully explore on her own. His hands weakly grasped onto your uniform. Tears falling faster as more noises slip from his lips.

Quiet praises fell from Koyuki’s lips as she explored. Until his thighs came together accompanied with a loud yelp.

“You found it! Now that place will make any man feel good, but I learned that he likes it rough.”

You played with his short hair, brushing tears away every so often. Hands traveled down to play with his chest.

“Got it!” She quickly started moving again, drawing cries and moans from his lips.

This is getting you hot, pants feeling uncomfortable and tight. You moved your pants down enough to pull out your dick.

“May I?”

You looked at Koyuki

“Go ahead. You become someone important to him.”

Hakuji didn’t give a second thought, he allowed you to enter his mouth. You muffled his sounds with your dick, the vibrations becoming pleasant. He is sloppy, saliva dripped from the corners of his lips as he tries to suck you off.

“MMNNNNHHH”

He squealed through his second orgasm, noise only muffled by your cock. The vibrations shocked through you, causing you to cum down his throat.

Hakuji slowly came down. Hips rutting against nothing. Koyuki wiped her hand off with a pre-prepared towel, a satisfied smile on her face.

You pulled out. He gasped for air, trying to slow his breathing. Saliva and white dribbled down his face

“Gonna….. Die….” With his last thought said, he slipped into unconsciousness

“You did good, Lady Koyuki.” You fix your clothes as you started to fade, “ But there is nothing else I can teach.”

“Thank you” she chirped, way too happy having finger fucked her fiancé into oblivion

“See you on the other side.”

Black

“Oi… OIIIII!” Akaza flooded your senses

“Huh?”

“You disappeared for an hour and returned asleep.”

You laid on your back, head in his lap. He leaned over you, hands in your hair, gently massaging your scalp. His little vest covers you like a very tiny blanket.

“Let’s just say, you were cute as a human.” You smiled up at him

“I hope you remember that I don’t remember anything about being a human >.<“ he has such a cute pout

“Yeah.”

[frombeyondtheblackhole]

Hermit DSMP Swap AU: Part 8

X helped Grian sit back down and handed Grian a clean rag from his inventory. Grian pressed it against his nose to curb the bleeding as X checked his eyes. X asked Grian several basic questions before asking him to count backwards from 100 by sevens and listened as his friend struggled. 

“100… 97 no 93… 87... um... um, ow-” He faltered, staring into space for a long moment. 

“You’ve got a concussion.” X shook his head.

“Can’t I just take a health pot and get back to work?” Grian asked.

X folded his arms and shook his head “Health pot’s don’t work like that. You know how when you take a health pot the cuts all seal up just leaving some bruising. A concussion is just a bruise on your brain so it would be kind of useless. Regen might help a little because it boosts your body's natural healing process but it has the same problem as health in that it won't target bruising. I would avoid coffee for now and anything else with speed pots in it for that matter,” X added, noticing Grian reaching for his unfinished coffee mug.

Grian pouted “What can I do?” 

“You can go home and rest... though you probably shouldn’t be flying for a while. I’ll walk back with you.”

Grian sighed and let X help him to his feet. To be honest he was starting to like the idea of resting, his head was spinning and he was having trouble focusing. “Alright, you win. Just be sure to let me know if you figure anything out about the whole server problem will you.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be the first to know,”

---

The day before, Scar and Grian had given Skeppy and George a tour of Boatem. Scar had offered to let the two of them stay in his landboat (As it had more space than Grian’s house) till they could make their own starter bases. 

Skeppy had been startled when, as soon as it started to get dark, the sun blipped in the sky and it was on the other horizon. George explained to him that the night was skipped here, something to do with a Time King named B-dubs. He apparently could cause night to skip for everyone if he slept. George wished he could do cool things like that when he slept, as it was, all he did was talk to demons or gods or whatever XD was. Skeppy insisted that was way cooler than time powers. George didn’t believe him.

Grian had left to work with X on the server problem and Scar was off gathering some stuff to help get them settled in. This left Skeppy and George alone to snoop around Boatem town on their own. They explored Scar’s base but soon became tired of that and went outside. 

They were nosing around Grian’s base and the nether portal when Skeppy noticed something odd. There were a lot of things here he had never seen before but this felt different somehow. It was about a foot in diameter, dark and smooth and round, shining with a deep purple iridescence, and it seemed to call to Skeppy, like the egg, like the blood vines. It called to him, not quite with words but more with instinct, urging him to touch it. Skeppy reached out-

“What’s that you found?” George called snapping Skeppy out of his trance. 

“I have no clue,” Skeppy shrugged.

George came closer and squinted behind his glasses, bringing his face close to the things surface. The air around it tingled like static. “I never saw one myself but I think it might be a Dragon egg,” George said, reaching his hand out to touch it.

Skeppy shoved George out of the way and grabbed for the egg. He was going to be the first one to touch it. The Dragon Egg. His fingers brushed against the smooth surface then fell through to air. He stumbled and caught himself on the now empty quartz pedestal. 

“What the hell, Skeppy?” George protested. Then his eyes fell on the egg sitting on the grass not far from him. 

They’d both seen it. Skeppy caught his eyes. They held each other's gaze, silently urging the other to stay put. They both lunged for it. 

Skeppy collided with George practically landing on top of him but it was too late George's hand knocked into the egg and it disappeared.

Both of them scrambled to their feet looking for where it went. Skeppy found it over the hill but hesitated before reaching for it this time. 

“No you don’t” George cried coming up behind him. Skeppy jumped at the sound seconds before George tackled him directly into the egg and it was gone again. 

“Ow ow- hold on, get off,” Skeppy protested, pushing his palm against George’s face trying to shove George off himself, “This isn’t working. It’s being all teleporty and shit.”

George backed off, and huffed to himself, as he brushed himself off. 

“What are you two doing?” Scar said as he came over. “Oh look,” He stopped as he noticed the dragon egg at his feet. He placed down a piston next to it and a button and *boop* the egg was pushed right into his arms. He picked up the egg and looked back at the two who were still sitting on the ground, grass stains on their clothes and hair disheveled from their fight. “Looks like you two touched the egg. Don’t worry, I won’t tell Grian,” He said with a wink placing it back on the pedestal. 

Skeppy and George just stared at him. “Wait, how did you do that!” Skeppy shrieked pointing. 

Scar laughed, “The egg can be tricky, it doesn't like being touched but you can trick it into thinking it isn’t being held by using a piston. You can also break the block underneath it and catch it as it falls, just make sure to place a torch first... something about the heat is important.”  

“I’m holding it!” Skeppy announced scrambling to his feet and moving towards the egg. 

“Who says you get the egg, I saw it too,” George argued.

“We’ll I saw it first,” Skeppy retorted, sticking his tongue out, summoning his shovel from his inventory.

George scowled “You didn’t even know what it was till I told you.” He summoned his netherite axe from his inventory, the one XD had given him. 

“Well you didn’t even know that it teleported so-” Skeppy started digging down next to the pedestal.

“Woh woh woh, you both can hold it if you want,” Scar said trying to break up the tension “You can’t keep it though, it’s Grian’s,” He added.

Skeppy and George both turned and glared at him. There was a calculating pause then George’s posture changed, he seemed to relax. “Heh- sorry about that,” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “It’s just neither of us have ever seen a dragon egg, guess we got a bit carried away,” He shrugged. 

George wanted that Dragon egg more than anything. Skeppy probably did too. That was the rarest thing on the server and if someone could get it and bring it back to the Dream SMP then they would be the most powerful person on the server. But there were a lot of hermits. Way more than the two of them. It was probably best that they not make them mad. He could find a way to get the egg without them noticing another time. 

Skeppy looked surprised and a little too satisfied with himself as he continued to dig out under the pedestal. He placed the torch and mined away the pedestal catching the egg as it fell. It was surprisingly warm, he felt it vibrating with power as he held it against his chest, his arms wrapped around it, nestled in the folds of his bright blue hoodie. He grinned, he felt like a proud father, why did he feel like a proud father? He hadn’t even felt this way about Sapnap and he practically helped Bad raise him… multiple times.  

“Don’t look so pleased with yourself, it's not that great,” George scoffed, rolling his eyes. 

“Hey Scar, can you come over here real quick” X called as he and Grian walked back into Boatem town. 

“Yeah, be right over,” Scar called back before turning to Skeppy and George “Just make sure to put it back,” He said before running over to see what X and Grian needed. 

George glared at Skeppy over his glasses, he was still holding his ax. “You're putting it back ok,”

Skeppy turned his body to put himself between George and the egg. “And why should I?” He pouted. 

“Because,” George said calmly and quietly, so the others talking by Grian’s house couldn’t hear, “If you take it now they will know it was us and won’t let us leave.” George watched the gears turn in Skeppies head “So truce for now... we work together to steal the egg later,” 

Skeppy glanced off to the side as he thought about it. Finally he nodded “Alright, agreed,” His fingers were crossed. 

George grinned and pushed his glasses back into place “Great.” His fingers were crossed. 

Skeppy climbed out of the hole and George helped him put the dirt and pedestal back. Skeppy begrudgingly let George hold the egg before putting it back on the Pedestal.

Ok so maybe holding the egg was kind of cool George thought smiling softly before Skeppy made him put it back.

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“So what’s up?” Scar asked coming over to join X and Grian. Now that Scar looked at him, Grian wasn’t looking too great. His feathers and hair were rumpled more than usual and he was leaning on X’s arm. “You ok there?” 

“Yeah, Just got a concussion.” Grian shrugged. 

“He flew into a barrier while trying to get into the Dream SMP Server,” X explained.

“Oof,” Scar winced at the description.

“He should be fine after a month or so, he just needs to rest and not do anything too strenuous.” X continued, “Also it is probably a good idea not to let him sleep unsupervised for a couple of days.” 

“Got it,” Scar nodded “I’ll be sure to keep him in line,” 

“C'mon guys, you don’t trust me?” Grian teased.

“I wouldn’t trust you with a ten foot pole,” Scar laughed. 

“Fair,” Grian chuckled, “Well anyway, thanks for walking with me back here X” He said letting go of X’s arm.

“No problem, just take it easy, got it?” X reminded Grian.

“Don’t worry. Besides this means I’ll have plenty of time to help the new guys settle in.” Grian added as he noticed Skeppy and George standing looking at his Dragon egg. 

“Oh no you don’t. You are going inside and resting,” Scar said, taking Grian by the shoulders and guiding him into his house. 

“No, but- I, I’m fine really,” Grian protested

“No buts, You rest, I’ll take care of everything.” Scar insisted and Grian gave up, letting himself be led off to bed. 

[So I know I said I already had a bunch written in advance but when editing this part I realized I needed to add some interactions with Skeppy and George. I really like how this turned out but it is now longer than I originally planned so I am breaking it up into sub parts. The next segment will be out soon]

[intercoursefluids]

The Impromptu Sleepover Part 2 (Final)

One day. All she asked for was one normal day. Sounds reasonable, doesn’t it? A single completely average day is not too much to ask for.

Unless of course, you are Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Then it’s impossible.

People around Marinette start crying as Scarecrow walks into the room, mothers hiding their children behind them as everyone holds onto each other, scared of what’s to come.

Marinette shudders at the pure animosity radiating from the man-turned monster.

Adrien, ever the faithful friend, mistakes the slight shake as fear and shifts so he covers her from the villain’s view.

Everything is quiet before Scarecrow starts on his evil monolog (not that anyone cares).

Tuning him out Marinette looks around, trying to come up with a plan to get everyone out before a shrill scream and crying fill the air causing her to snap back around.

Some of Scarecrow’s goons are holding a woman back as a small boy is dragged up to the monster himself.

Grabbing the boys are he holds the trembling child painfully tight before reaching behind him and pulling out a canister.

Seeing as how Marinette planned this whole trip she made sure to know all about the local heroes and villains.

And the knowledge of what that bastard was going to do to that poor kid squashed any sense of self-preservation Marinette had.

Rushing forward she manages to make it past the few armed men standing between her and Scarecrow and rips the kid away from him just to get blasted in the face by the fear-toxin.

Ringing fills her ears as she collapses to the ground, voices shouting from the corners of her mind.

All of them shouting how they failed her, she should have done better. That she never should have been chosen.

One voice rings out crystal clear amongst all of the other roaring voices.

You said you would save me, M’lady. I should have known better than to trust someone like you. After all, you aren’t even worth the Ladybug miraculous. I have to say, I’m disappointed in you Bugaboo.

Her head jerks up at her partner’s voice, tears streaming from her eyes as she comes face to face with someone she never wanted to see again.

Chat Blanc.

Voices surround her as explosions sound in the distance. Her parents, her friends, everyone. All screaming at how she failed them, how she should have stopped when she had the chance.

Children’s cries fill the air around her, only these are different. They don’t echo from within her head, instead, they come from around her, slowly grounding her. Reminding her that this is just some monster’s trick.

The fear is still there, prominent as ever, but now her focus is on getting everyone out. She hasn’t failed yet.

Slowly uncurling from the ball she had formed she looks around. Forcing herself to see past the bloodied faces of people she failed to save.

All around her everyone is still the same, the hostages in the same places, same as the gunmen (even if they look smug at her suffering).

The only one missing is Scarecrow himself, and turning ever so slowly to face Chat Blanc her fears are confirmed.

In Scarecrows place stands her beloved kitty.

Pure unadulterated rage fills her as he dares wear her kitten’s face.

Lunging at Chat Blanc she hears the startled screams as she attacks him before the rushing in her ears takes over, leaving her deaf to the sound of shattering glass as the heroes arrive on the scene.

Having the advantage of surprise on her side she manages to pin him fairly easily tying his arms behind his back with her visitors’ pass before spinning around to help take down the rest.

An arm wraps around her, trapping her arms to her side as she struggles, a hand coming up to cover her eyes as she tries to getaway.

Quiet shushing and words of reassurance reach her ears causing her struggling to slow.

“W-who are you?”

Marinette winces at the tremor in her voice as she takes stalk of her surroundings.

Her head is tucked under their chin as their surprisingly strong arms hold her in place, one hand still firmly over her eyes.

“My name is Damian. I’m trying to help keep you calm until they can get you the anti-serum.”

She chuckles even as she shakes in his hold.

“It’s not normally a good idea to grab a girl from behind if you want her to calm down.”

He tenses slightly.

“Right, I didn’t think that through. Most people see what they are most afraid of so I thought if I took that away it would help you calm down.”

Marinette doesn’t reply for a while, opting to try and match his breathing instead of replying. All the while subconsciously leaning more against him.

“It’s working I’ll admit, you just went about it horribly. Can we sit down? I feel like my legs are about to give out.”

She feels him loosen his hold and fumble with something behind her before the hand over her eyes is replaced with a piece of cloth. He takes her hand leading her over to a wall before sitting and pulling her with him, tucking her into his side and draping something over her shoulders as her shaking picks up again.

“I’m sorry, can you tell me about yourself? It’ll help me keep my mind off of the panic.”

She feels him nod shifting again so she's leaning more against his chest.

“I have 3 older brothers. Richard, but everyone calls him Dick, Jason, and Tim. I lived with my mother until I was 10 so I’ve only known them for 6 years. They are all adopted but I don’t think anyone even remembers that half the time.”

Marinette can’t help the soft smile that takes over her face as she wraps her arm around him (why is he so warm???).

“You sound like you love them.”

He scoffs.

“Not in a million years, they’re annoying. Grayson is overly dramatic and a hopeless romantic, Todd is a trigger-happy hothead, and Drake is an insomniac, workaholic with a caffeine addiction.”

Marinette can’t help but giggle, her overwhelming fear slowly receding enough for her to think.

“They may be ‘annoying’ but they’re your family, I can tell you care about them.”

Damian makes an offended noise even as he wraps his arm around her rubbing her arm up and down.

“The only person in our family that I actually like is Alfred, he’s our grandfather and the only reason any of us are still alive, but, I guess they aren’t as bad as they used to be. Not that I'll ever admit that to them. Their egos are big enough as is.”

Marinette is about to respond when another voice cuts her off, causing her to cling to Damian as her heart rate picks back up frantically.

“Too late, I brought the anti-serum for your frie- Hey is she okay?”

Damian pulls her into his lap, rubbing her back even as he scolds the other person.

“She’s still being affected by the fear-gas dipshit! I just got her to calm down again, give me that!”

One of his arms leaves her body as he reaches away from her, he starts whispering to her again as something pricks her upper right arm.

It only takes a minute for the anti-toxin to work, causing Marinette to sag in relief against Damian as he keeps his arms around her.

“Seriously Todd! You should have known better than to startle someone like that!”

Marinette takes deep breaths of air, slightly surprised by the smell of Damian’s cologne before realizing she has her arms wrapped around his neck and her face buried in his shoulder.

“Yeah, you’re right. My bad demon-spawn.”

Damian scoffs adjusting Marinette in his arms so he can sit up instead of leaning against the wall.

“It’s not me you should be apologizing to, nitwit!”

Marinette sits up slightly kissing Damian’s cheek as she takes the makeshift blindfold off before returning to her earlier position.

“Thank you, Damian. You didn’t have to help me, much less stay with me and calm me down. You’re really sweet, you know that?”

His arms tense around her before cackling fills the air.

“Demon-spawn? Sweet?! I don’t know who you’re calling sweet but it’s most definitely not my little brother.”

Damian groans as ‘Todd’ keeps laughing, instead directing his attention to Marinette.

“Do you think you’re okay to walk? The cops will probably want to take a statement.”

She nods and they slowly rise, Damian, supporting her the whole time. Once she is finally standing up straight she turns to look at the boy who helped before coming face to face with the greenest eyes she’s ever seen.

Her breath catches in her throat as she meets his electric emerald eyes for the first time since they met.

They stand there, in complete silence before a camera flash breaks through their quiet bubble.

Turning towards Todd, Marinette studies his features.

Pale skin, blue eyes, and black hair with a tuffet of white at the front.

“What do you think you are doing,Jason?”

Todd now dubbed ‘Jason’ grins stepping away from his brother.

“Ooh, the first name. You only use that when you’re pissed. And I’m sending this to the group chat, no one will believe me if I say that you were civil with another human being!”

Damian glares.

“You have ten seconds to run, Todd.”

Jason wastes no time running away as quickly as humanly possible.

Damian goes to follow him but stops when Marinette grabs his arm.

“Help me over to the officers? I’m still a little shaky.”

His sharp glare softens as he leads her over to give her statement.

10 minutes later, they are both sitting on a bench waiting for the police to finish getting statements from the rest of the hostages and for the armored truck that will transport Scarecrow to arrive.

“One time when I was 11, Todd and Drake decided it would be a good idea to kidnap my turkey Jerry and hide him away after buying a raw turkey and cooking it for dinner. They said they found it wandering around outside and decided it would be a good idea to cook it.”

Damian shakes his head in fond exasperation.

“That is the closest I had ever come to crying in front of my brothers. I ended up running and telling Grayson what they did and he got so mad. They ended up fessing up that it was just a prank and they didn’t mean to actually make me upset. They ended up going out and buying a bunch of junk food and pizza before we had one big movie night together.”

“We all ended up falling asleep in the living room all piled on top of each other. Father was so surprised when he came home and he didn’t even send us to bed. He got changed and joined us in the living room. We all ended up sleeping in a giant pile on the floor that night while Alfred took the couch.”

Marinette smiles up at Damian, he had been telling her about himself ever since she had asked him to and she honestly enjoyed it.

“They sound wonderful Damian. Hey, when do you think they are going to-.”

“Mari!”

Marinette is cut off by one of her favorite blondes as he latches onto her body.

“When you rushed forward I tried to follow you and ended up getting hit with the gas and had a panic attack, and then when they gave me the serum I couldn’t find you and had another panic attack, and they couldn’t calm me down for a while and then they had to take my statement but I still couldn’t find you and I’ve been freaking out the whole time. What the hell were you thinking? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!”

By the time Adrien finally stops rambling his head is in Marinette’s lap and his arms are wrapped around her waist.

“I’m sorry for worrying you, but you shouldn’t have even followed me, that was dangerous and stupid and your dad would destroy me if anything happened to you.”

Adrien snorts.

“If you don’t want me to follow you then don’t take off running.”

Marinette groans, not acknowledging the fact that she is still leaning against Damian.

“Adrien, you are far too ride or die for your own good.”

Adrien sighs, leaning back to look at his best friend.

“Yeah well, Chloe is probably gonna kill us both if we don’t get back to the hotel soon. She heard what happened and has been blowing up my phone since I came to. Ms. Bustier won’t let her leave though.”

“We are so dead. She’s going to actually kill me this time. Damian? Would you like an invite to my funeral? You’ll need a tux.”

Before Damian can even try to respond Adrien cuts him off.

“Oh! There's another person here… Who saw me acting dramatic…. Oh no.”

Adrien's pale face contrasts brightly with Marinette’s, which is bright red from restraining her laughter.

“Okay, okay this is fine. It’s fine. We have two options here, A: We kill you so you can’t spill our secrets or B: You become our friend and are kept under surveillance.”

Damian raises an eyebrow at him not even bothering to acknowledge how dramatic he is still being.

“No.”

Marinette finally breaks, cackling like a witch she rips a piece of paper from her ever present sketchbook and writes her number down.

“Here, this is my number in case you want to stay in contact. Come on Adrien, Chloe is going to kill us.”

She grabs Adriens arm and starts to run, ignoring his protests of ‘He knows too much to be left alive!’ in favor of trying to make it back to the hotel with her other favorite blonde.

She didn’t see the soft smile Damian sent her way as he puts her number in his phone…

But Jason did, and soon will ever other wayne if the video he sent to the family group chat had anything to say about it.

[glitterytidalwavedragon]

Expanding into my other Fandoms (I’m gonna have to take a stance) Read the whole thing please.

One of my oldest and most beloved anime is Inuyasha. As of late I have been binged watching the hell out of it as I am getting my BFF into different anime shows. We are really close to entering the Yashahime part of the series, and she asked if I planned to write fanfiction involving the one character which made me even watch the show as a 10-year-old.

Sesshomaru

The first episode I ever watched involved this aloof, entitled dog fighting his brother over the sword in their father’s grave. Specifically, it was part 3 of that whole episode series were Kagome pulled out the sword. I at the time had 3 dogs of German Sheppard/wolf hybrid, they were MASSIVE dogs, fell in love with the big white fluff that was Sesshomaru’s demon form. I use to sneak staying up and watch the show faithfully to see the goodest boy as it was only on at 11pm EST on adult swim. Which meant it was bad and I was breaking the rules, I felt like a rebel.

Now I hesitated answering that question. She has no idea of what is in Yashahime, she is being careful not to spoil it so I told her I didn’t know. Recently, to find out what the feel is for Sesshomaru content, I looked into the tag on tumblr…

OH MY GOD.

Sesshomaru’s tag is FLOODED with hate. Like every four post, there is hate, distain, and attacking happening. As someone who watches Yashahime, I quickly knew why.

Sessrin.

Even now I sigh. And I sigh HARD. I am not for, nor am I against the Sessrin train. Same for the Sesskagu train. I think both sides need to look at things on a logical prospective. I plan to do just that. I know I will get hate from the either side and maybe some support as well. But if I am going to do anything in this fandom (as I like doing ships and reader inserts) it will come up.

So, like my Kaiba post, and my Sebastian Heel post, I will use my research skills as well as my COLLEGE DEGREE WHICH HAS BOTH ART AND MEDIEVAL HISTORY labelled on it to explain why this progression in the story is normal to anti-Sessrin fans and why this isn’t a crime by story standards nor should we look at it as a crime.

AS WELL

Explain to Sessrin fans why it is so weird for non-shippers to see it play out and why so much hate formed.

As I let out another sigh, we shall begin. Let’s start at an historical prospective. (Links at the bottom).

PLEASE READ THE WHOLE THING! I’LL BE ABLE TO TELL!

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I will start with the information I can access right away.

While finding charts on the life-span of common folk in 1590’s Feudal Japan is rather difficult, Ancient.edu states that the average lifespan was about 50. To put this in perspective, the average lifespan of Europeans at the time was somewhere between 40-45 with the latter being rare. Since most of us reading are not from Japanese descent, I will through Europe in this first.

If we look at the same time frame of 1590, we are looking at most of Western Europe had now entered the age of Renaissance. According to sources from Learning Resources in association with the National Gallery of Art, marriage was not what TV drama’s from HBO or Hulu depicted. By today standards they would be a crime, as the average age for marriage of an adult female was age 14…

The reasoning behind the young marriage age had multiple factors. First being, females were considered an adult once they were menstruating. Birthing also proved to be fatal, and since the lifespan was at best 40 and 45 if they were lucky, there was really no room to wait. Also Europe at the time had became hugely focused on making sure blood lines were legitimate, meaning to ensure the girl was a virgin, the moment she was able to reproduced she was married off. Those they married were not young teenagers either. Most marriages, a man would be in their thirties, and had probably multiple wives as women died more than men when not counting the battle field.

To make matters worse for the Renaissance Lady, these marriages would leave many young males unable to marry and if their husband died in battle, well, unfortunately they were not seen as desirable. This was due to the idea of a ‘free woman’. Should the girl not have a father, brother or uncle to return to as they too died, a widow had her freedom. But that freedom came at a cost. She would be assumed to have slept around, and in many writings, such as the Canterbury Tales, where Geoffrey Chaucer writes about a Window on a pilgrimage to the Holy Land survived her five husbands and the men in her family. In short, she was made to be a slut and to be looked down upon as no man controlled her.

The point of talking about Europe is because that is something most of us Non-Asian or Japanese people consume and like to paint in large romantic brush strokes of knights and magic. Honestly, reading G.R.R.Martin Song of Ice and Fire, he uses this model as we see the Queen of Dragons, Danny start off at age thirteen shortly after she had her first menstruation.  

Now let’s look at Feudal Japan.

As stated before, the lifespan was around 50 years. In some populations, this was even shorter. Nagaoka, Hirata, Yokota and Matsu’ura’s on demographic data at the Yuigahama-minami area in Kamakura, Japan and found both male and female remains that suggested life expectancy to have ended around age 24-25. This was largely due to living conditions and public health. In areas like these, it would make the most sense to marry and repopulate quickly as the expectancy of life was half the national average at the time.

To my frustration, I could not find a clear marriage age for Japanese women at the time of the edo period. HOWEVER, where there is a will there is a way. I took a look at famous Lords or Daimyo’s of the time. The average age of marriage of their wives was between 12-14. Much younger than I expected, but it made sense considering this is a time where war ran the show and marriage was strictly about political gain. One of these Daimyo’s was Masamune Date, who was also 13, but then as he got older took concubines who became considerably younger than him as he became older. The goal was to have as many children as possible for hires and for political marriages to gain power.

Now lets look at Inuyasha the MANGA

Lets get the manga timeline proper here. The whole adventure took place in 11 months, a month shy of Kagome’s 16th birthday. Doing a few estimations, Rin would have travelled with Sesshomaru about 8-9 of those months. But before we get into the relationship, lets look at something the ANIME made a huge mistake with in the beginning and tried to fix as the story went on.

For some reason I could only fine gifs for the Early appearances of Sesshomaru so bear with me.

Early appearances in the manga

 ^ He was so fickle and a trickster then...

Now early apperances in the anime.

Later appearance in the manga

Laster appearance in the anime

Notice the issue here? 

Sesshomaru was CONSIDERABLY younger looking in the start of the manga. In the anime, he started off looking like an fully adult male. But as the anime went on, they tried to make Sesshomaru look younger with subtle changes to his jaw line, eye size, and his height. Yeah, his height had changed. They made him shorter.

While in the manga, we see this young-teen looking demon, slowly mature over 11 months to look like he is in his later teens and by series end, closer to being in his late teens or twenty. Yes, art changes over time, but the anime went a reverse route. I can only guess they spoke to the author of Inuyasha about her ships, as they did Drama CDs, and realized the mistake that was made in making him more mature than he was.

You can’t tell me he doesn’t look closer to his manga self in the final act, because he does.

Since we are on the topic of the anime, lets be clear. The anime timeline and manga timeline are very different. The story in the anime (in the English) suggests that OVER a year has past since Kagome started her journey. They try to fix this in the final act, but it was still so muddled as previous seasons are to be taken as cannon. This could have been due to an translation error in the early production when the anime no longer had anymore manga material to reference. But whatever the case, for English viewers the time the group spent together felt much longer.

So now we come to the heart of the issue.

Because of the mistakes of the anime, a lot of anti-sessrin see the relationship as father daughter. I’ll be honest, watching the anime and solely the anime as a teenager and as an adult (as the manga was on hold for a very long time due to author’s health. I was in college when it finished.), I too thought it was just a father-daughter relationship and Jaken the nanny who got punched all the time. In fact, the English took hard liberties with Kagura, as the English dubs often do with characters, and made it very clear her feelings for the demon lord and Sesshomaru very much recognized them (though he never responded). Even in her death scene, it felt as if he was saying good bye to a friend more than love interest. But who really knows, as there are things that point otherwise.  When another demon mock’s Kagura’s death, Sesshomaru gets super pissy.

The manga did also play with this fact when it came out in English, idk if the wording or message is different in the Japanese. Translation errors happen a lot even in todays releases, look at Kuroshitsuji.  So of course most anti-sessrin’s did not see this coming in Yashahime when Rin was named mother. In fact it felt like a betrayal as we were sure Sesshomaru had no romantic feelings.

Then there was the Kohaku/Rin mashup that was hinted left and right. The English anime, with its overly dramatic and blunt emotions made it appear one way. That in the end the two kids would probably be married. Then the anime as a whole made Sesshomaru older than intended. I can see why and understand how this became a problem.

On the other side of that coin.

If you followed the dub, seen ‘Swords of an Honorable Ruler’ and read the manga… Sesshomaru was not fatherly to Rin at all. In fact, Jaken picked up all of that leg work. Rin worried for Kohaku, but clearly loved Lord Sesshomaru. Sesshomaru cared about Kagura but he almost CRIED when he lost Rin.

We have to remember that Sesshomaru and Rin’s relationship must have been very hard for the demon. While we never see his mental process expect for a few rare times, we have to remember he hated humans. In the movie, he blamed a human for the early death of his father, Sesshomaru killed without mercy. It made sense that he wouldn’t be fatherly to Rin as her just being there should have caused countless inner conflicts. Hell, he even says his father’s weakness was humans, and look who picked up that trait.

Sesshomaru was designed to, someday, walk in his father’s footsteps. So sess/rin, not a surprise. Also when you see it in a historical perspective, Rin having kids around age 15-16, makes sense. In fact you could argue he waited too long for the time period.

We also need to look more at the manga when concerned with Yashahime. 8-9 months is all Rin travelled with him and he was like hold up, and left her at the village because he KNEW she needed to come to her own conclusion. That no matter what she picked he would live with and protect her. Unconditional love on his end. She cannon wise spent YEARS living with humans and MONTHS with Sesshomaru. Again, by manga standards of cannon.

Now I can already hear the screaming about age and what not. Some sources say Sesshomaru is over 900, by the rule of thumb, if we look at anime and movie releases, we have Sesshomaru being over 500 with no define age and Inuyasha around 270 years old being more pinpointed due to the movie. Just by going by ANIME CANNON. Kagome and Inuyasha, you have a 15 year old with a 270 year old man. If you say being pinned to the tree doesn’t count, then you have 220.

Also, here is something very interesting. In the episode where Inuyasha meets the unmother, he tells her, thinking it was his mom, she died when he was very small and we have flash backs later in the series of him being small running from demons. Demons clearly age much slower than humans, even half-demons. Inuyasha can be 270 but mentally and physically be 15, the same logic works for Sesshomaru, who in the manga is not much older than Inuyasha.

In the manga, there wasn’t any grooming, in the anime, there was a ton of mess-ups but no grooming.

Would this fly in todays world? HELL NO! NO, its gross, she’s a kid. Stop.

I know any fanfic I write will lean heavily on the side of father/daughter because that is what I grew up seeing on the screen. I can’t think of Rin as an adult because years of seeing her as a cheerful little girl. It’s like seeing G.O.T Arya about to have sex for the first time in season 8… I remember when she was a kid on the show. It was way to weird and I had to look away until it ended. But that’s my 2021 mentality.

But Inuyasha is not taking place in 2021. Feudal Japan is a whole other era with its own beliefs, morals and way of life. Those who understand this have nothing wrong with them. They just understand history.

Also, just to bang some nails in…

Anyone remember Bleach? Remember the MOST accepted couple was Ichigo and Rukia…. Rukia who was hundreds of years old and Ichigo who was 15… or Ichigo’s mom who was a teenager and his dad also hundreds of years old.

Most of this also boils down to Sesshomaru being a dude. As in reverse roles in animes its accepted and they don’t have the same historical context. Inuyasha is based off of historical context of Feudal Japan.

We need to stop spreading hate. We can’t accept some forms of literature because its European fantasy but bash other fantasy based literature for doing the same thing.

Sure, its weird for those who were use to seeing the father/daughter dynamic. Yes, there are extreme sessrin fans who post really questionable illegal content when they decide to leave Rin as an 8-year-old…

But this wasn’t ever meant to be perverted. The story was meant to make sense on a logical and historical base.

I hope everyone takes the time to read this. I love Inuyasha, I love Sesshomaru. I am just sick of seeing so many people fighting over what should be the revival of a beloved series. While yes, there is still room for sess/rin not being a thing, until it is stated otherwise, why hate each other? This fandom will only lose people by doing this. Calling people names or accusing them of illegal endorsement can hurt someone these days over social media.

Tumblr allows you to block tags. You don’t have to read anything or watch anything you don’t like. We gain nothing from attacking each other but can lose so much by doing so. Fanart, really good fan fiction, friends, ideas, sharing fond memories. Both sides have the right to feel as they feel, but no right in hurting each other.

A fandom is meant to bring people together. Not start a war…

Thank you.

https://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/abs/10.1002/ajpa.20402

http://www.italianrenaissanceresources.com/units/unit-2/essays/husbands-and-wives/#:~:text=Marriage%20not%20only%20reflected%20order,to%20ensure%20the%20bride's%20virginity.

https://www.ancient.eu/Canterbury_Tales/

https://www.ancient.eu/article/1424/daily-life-in-medieval-japan/#:~:text=Just%20as%20Japanese%20people%20today,in%20Western%20Europe%2C%20for%20example.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Date_Masamune

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Megohime

[cynthiaandsamus]

Custom Toonami Block Week 91 Rundown

Stone Ocean: Jolyene gets started on prison life by meeting her new cellmate Gwess who… keeps taxidermy birds and stuffs tiny people inside which takes Jolyene and disturbing amount of time to start questioning. Anyway shenanigans occur and Jolyene ends up tiny inside a dead rat speaking like a 2006 internet catgirl, as one does. Since Gwess’s Stand Goo Go-I mean “Cry Cry” Dolls makes peeps small and shit so she can play Elmira from Tiny Toons on them but seeing its physical form allows Jolyene to tie her own Stand together like a 3D printer and beat the shit out of her before she gets caught. So Jolyene gets her locket and arrow fragment back and names her Stand “Ston Fr-Ocean”, Stone Ocean, like the name of the show, guess we’re taking the Golden Wind route on dubbing this huh. But yeah just kinda weird that Stone Ocean manifested without Jolyene’s knowledge and just started beating the shit out of stuff against her will, guess it’s the same deal with how Star Platinum was catching bullets for Jotaro when he was trying to shoot himself in jail, Stands are weird because sometimes they’re automatic when you first get them and then they’re never automatic again, idk man.

Inuyasha:  So another filler episode that’s kind of a dud but it is a little funny, it’s one of the one that basically has one gag for the whole episode and how much tolerance you have for that gag will directly affect your enjoyment of the episode. We have Hatchi impersonating Miroku for the whole episode and basically doing exactly what Miroku does except without any spiritual power to back it up and a slightly better charismatic salesman approach. They act like ‘hey it’s just what Miroku does anyway’ and that’s not entirely false but Miroku is a real priest at least and him doing shit to a village will probably somewhat help even if he’s scamming the shit out of most people. Anyway Hatchi gets caught and Miroku actually gets to use the Wind Tunnel for once since all the poisonous insects are hibernating in Mt. Hakurei atm. Not great as far as filler goes for this series but I’ll admit the ending of two Mirokus running away from Sango does put a smile on my face.

Yu Yu Hakusho: So Yusuke threatens the dude beating Kurama up to shoot him in the back and literally fight every demon in the arena if he doesn’t let Kurama bow out of the fight given that he’s in a coma and the shinobi head is just like “Dude wtf, just put him down, this guy’s crazy” and then Yusuke has to fight the Nappa of the group, and as we all know the bigger the muscles in a shonen the less effective they are. So this dude has one move and it’s Sweat Fog which is just as gross as it sounds and even blindsiding Yusuke a few times it does laughably little damage until Yusuke putting two and two together realizes that sweat fog’s weakness is obviously wind so he shoots a Spirit Gun into the wall so hard it causes a makeshift gust to blow away the for and absolutely decimates the guy with one punch and then beats the shit out of him when he tries to play possum. Next up we get fan favorite character Jin and not only do he and Yusuke have a good back and forth, the animation for the sweeping shots and big landscapes as he’s flying around are pretty amazing for the time. It’s a really cool fight and it’s only one punch so far, so that’ll be exciting for next time.  

Fate Zero: I’m just kinda confused honestly, this whole episode is confusing. Kiritsugu and Kirei have their fight in Batman’s surveillance basement from The Dark Knight which is kind of weird they both knew exactly where to show up like we just kinda cut to both of them already being there, even with the signal fireworks and all that for them to both know to go to Batman’s basement is just weird, like when Saber shows up she knows to go through the front door but they know to go under. Anyway the fight itself is pretty cool I guess, the weird chanting song that Kiritsugu gets when he’s doing shit just reminded me of Magia playing when Homura does stuff and I kinda wanna see someone dub over this fight with Magia now. Anyway the Grail goes Sploosh and drowns the fight in grail cummies before Kiritsugu wins and we get into one of those Evangelion sequences where nothing makes sense because everyone’s only half-finishing their sentences and the Grail’s just like “dude you can’t just say ‘do good’ that’s not a wish, if you’re the dude I’m gonna be wished from I’mma do things like you would but like ten times better’ and since Kiritsugu has solved every problem in his life ever with murder, the Grail’s just like “I know, MURDER!” and Kiritsugu’s just like ‘wait no’. And like judging by how the grail works in other serieses he can wish for other stuff but the way Kiritsugu murders his wife and child in a fantasy world makes it seem like no matter what he wishes for the grail’s gonna murder everyone anyway. I feel like this is a deeper lore thing because somehow every Holy Grail War seems like it’s actually the story of the previous Holy Grail War and I remember vaguely reading something about how someone jazzed in the grail or something so now it’s all fucked up and summoning people like Gilles and the cup doesn’t know what the fuck it’s doing but none of this is really properly established and Kiritsugu acts like he knows what’ll happen even though they never actually tell him. Anyway Saber murders Lancelot and got that plotline was underdeveloped huh, Kiritsugu shoots Kirei in the pool of grail cummies and he’s not dead because we know he comes back later so maybe he just did an Avatar thing and took away his bending because I don’t recall if he was able to do much shit in UBW anyway. And Saber meets up with Gilgamesh and he’s all ‘Before the war’s over if anyone wants to confess their feelings for me, now’s the time’ and she’s just like ‘Wtf you egomaniacal prick this isn’t about you’ and he’s just ‘That’s literally impossible, everything’s about me.’ And Kiritsugu shows up and is just like ‘okay I’m done, I’ve killed my real wife, my fake wife, my work wife, my fake daughter and shot a priest in a pool of mystical jizz, I’ve had enough, I COMMAND YOU TO FUCKING GETSUGA TENSHO THE EVER LOVING SHIT OUT OF THAT CUP’

Bakemonogatari: So the episode has like eight minutes of Hitagi strutting around naked calling Araragi an idiot and a virgin, very Asuka-esque really (though she does it with all the emotion of Rei so idk). And then we get to the crab business and it just hits like a fucking truck. They go through and ask Hitagi a bunch of personal questions, some seemingly innocent ones she still refuses to answer but then she just comes right out with being sexually assaulted by her mother’s crazy death cult and her, you know, not wanting that, fucks the dude up and rips apart her family in the process. Since her mother only got into the crazy cult because she was worried about Hitagi’s stereotypical failing health, she feels responsible for it and when she meets up with the crab it literally lifts the weight of the issue from her should, relieving her pain but also taking away the resilience and emotional depth that enduring said pain creates, so now she’s an ice queen that weighs one titty’s worth of pounds. They fight the crab a bit, which judging from Araragi’s reaction is not uncommon and they even say he’s had to fight horny cats and weird spirits on at least two occasions but since the dialogue moves so fast in this show it’s hard to parse but since the only thing I know about this show is Hanekawa is a horny catgirl I’m guessing we’ll get back to that later. Anyway instead of just breaking the god crab which is apparently something Oshino can do for reasons, Hitagi apologizes to it and gets her memories and emotions back (and possibly her weight but that also got transferred to Araragi so idk if everyone present got extra weight or they accidentally gave Hitagi’s weight to him, guess we’ll have to see) but yeah, really pretty good shit, it’s a pretty common “don’t run from pain” message like you’d see in Paranoia Agent or The Children Who Chase Lost Voices but it feels like it doesn’t gloss over how much that fucking sucks as a moral because Oshino doesn’t exactly say Hitagi’s a bad person for abandoning her pain but if her choice is to return to it this is what she needs to accept, which is good, both are presented as options with their own forms of suffering involved and that’s kinda neat and Hitagi is hopefully more emotionally deep as a character at this point and won’t be a stunted tsundere the whole time since she thanks Araragi for the help.

Sailor Moon Crystal: So yeah a lot of weird asspulls happen in this episode, apparently Black Lady can just spam Black Crystals and like three of them are enough to break the planet and four will just blow everything up. She still has Brainwashed Mamoru and he just beats the fuck out of Sailor Moon with her own Moon Rod which is just a weirdly jarring scene to watch. Turns out Wiseman was actually the planet Nemesis the whole time so their Nemesis was literally Nemesis, feel like someone thought that was clever. And he tries to Majora’s Mask the planet on top of the castle and Sailor Moon uses her crystal to not have that even though everyone’s been saying she can’t do that but now she can because reasons. And also Sailor Pluto wants to go fight but she can’t because keeper of time and all that, great job btw, time sure is looking great, just standing there will definitely help. But she makes a deal with a one foot tall kitten to be the guardian of space and time for like five minutes while she goes to kick some ass which feels more like a loophole than anything, like having a kitten do it is a very small step up from just jumping out and helping on her own. Anyway  turns out Dimande wasn’t really brainwashed and was just kinda going along with it because they had his brother or something and then proceeds to fucking murder his brother anyway and has an existential crisis about how much stronger the silver crystal seems to be than the black crystals even though the black crystals are currently kicking everyone’s asses and Sailor Moon falls down and gives Tuxedo Mask the crystal which combined with the rod seems to awaken him just a bit until Black Lady yoinks them and THEN Diamande yoinks them, like this series is just predicated on people not at all keeping a firm grip on the world-ending objects they have in their possession. Anyway, much like myself, Diamande has had enough of this timey wimey bullshit and is like ‘fuck it, time paradox time’ and is about to touch the two crystals and explode the universe, which at this point, good for him, ya know, full support on your decision Prince.

Durararax2: So after Shizuo beat the shit out of the Tiger gang last episode, their White Knight Sexist Chivalrous leader comes to beat him up, but, you know, it’s Shizuo so he gets knocked the fuck out (though surprisingly slowly by Shizuo standards) and then he proceeds to go date six girls at once and stop a shoplifter the next day. Chikage here’s methods are so extreme that he even won’t beat up a scumbag too much if it’d make a woman upset, classic Durarara absurdity. Also for some reason Namie is the narrator for this one even though she’s barely in it and gives weird commentary the whole time. Also we start the episode with Izaya doing a tiktok about how the possibility of getting murdered by someone is usually low but never zero and his whole Dark Knight Joker speech about how humans are weird. Everyone in the Dollars chat is hanging out when Masaomi slips into Mikado’s DMs to tell him to be careful and shit because something’s brewing but this is Ikebukuro, something’s always brewing. Also a tiny girl tries to kill Shizuo but again, it’s Shizuo, so all it did was annoy him really, also Celty’s on a mission from the mob to find said tiny assassin girl and gets beheaded by a Russian Biker chick but she’s Celty so all that did was annoy her really.

[quietmyfearswith]

where our demons hide {dark!tony stark x fem!reader}

where our demons hide {dark!tony stark x fem!reader} part 1

status — ongoing series

warnings — non-con turns into dub-con, oral sex (giving & receiving), name-calling, swearing, porn with a bit of plot, dark!tony stark, unprotected penetrative sex (pls dont do this, use protection!)

word count — 3,205

a/n — so i’m not gonna lie this is a little self-indulgent and this was an idea i somehow had after reading a few fics/drabbles with the same premise. this will be a dark series featuring not only tony stark but also the other male avengers. i’m also considering on making a separate dark series featuring the female avengers with the same concept. also!!! infinity war, civil war, and endgame did not happen (totally not bc everything went downhill from there & i hate it but because it just would be more fitting for the story) and that tony & pepper are not in a relationship in here bc in this house we do not condone cheating. & this is my first ever time writing smut so feedback would be very much appreciated :>

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“Boss lady, you heading out already?” John asked as he knocked on the outside of my office door. Seeing him with his bag strap over his shoulder, it made me turn back my attention briefly to the desk clock I had, my eyes widening in shock as I noticed how it was already a quarter to 9. “Jesus, has it been that long?” I said to him and to myself in disbelief.

John chuckled as he approached my desk and moved some files out of the way and sat down, “Well time sure does fly when you’re working your ass off.” I threw my head back, trying to rub off of the exhaustion off of my eyes, agreeing with him by saying, “As the head of the research department, I don’t think I have time to slack off and mess around.” 

As I looked into his eyes, I felt that he was conflicted — that he did want to help me furthermore, but there was also this part of him that wanted nothing but to spend a night out and enjoy himself and afterwards proceed with crashing into his bed. He inched closer to me, “You need to take a break though. Your report is like, 90% done, and that it is extremely well-detailed and comprehensive. I’m sure the mighty heroes of the world will understand if you go home now, rest and enjoy for the weekend, and come back on Monday to finish it up.”

“Do you think that these mighty heroes of the world always have the option to take a break on the weekends and come back to the job on Monday?” I sassed back as I moved my attention from him back to my computer, searching for more essential information for the team’s next mission. John, not taking a hint that I had already wasted time by talking to him, scooted closer and said, “Well for one, your work does not involve travelling suspects and mercenaries. You’re computer ain’t going anywhere, you know?” as he brushed a strand of hair that has fallen from my ponytail as he explained, “I just don’t want you to overwork yourself. I really care about you, Y/N.”

Creating some distance between me and him, I looked at him pointedly and told him, “I get that you may be worried about how I overwork myself, but I’m okay. If it ever gets too much, I will take a break. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to finish this research and report so that I can go home and get some rest. Unless you’ll help me in accomplishing this task, then I suggest that you just leave.”

John looked like he was in disbelief, but he quickly masked up what he felt and just walked away from my desk and awkwardly waved as he headed for the door. “What a bitch..” I heard him mumble lowly, not having enough strength to say it directly in my face — for in doing so could get him fired.

Following John’s departure, I was able to work peacefully and productively. Gathering and verifying information, confirm tipped intelligence, compiling these into an extensive and coherent report. As I was re-reading once more the final product of my long hours of labor and hard work, I stretched my arms up, hoping to provide some relief to my aching back. 

“Mr. Stark would like to ask if he can swing by your office, Ms. Y/n,” the voice of the A.I. startled me briefly, but it somehow also brought me back to my senses. Wanting to look decent and not like I was mere minutes away from passing out, I quickly removed the hair tie from my ponytail, fixing up my hair as I replied to Friday, “Yeah, he can come up.” As I was done attempting to look presentable, it wasn’t even a minute until I heard the office door open and the man himself, Tony Stark, did walk in — wearing a tight dri fit shirt and sweatpants. 

“Good evening Mr. Stark, was there anything I can help you out with?” I watched as he walked around the office, as if he was checking out if everything was in place — as if he had been there before and was making sure that things were the way he once envisioned. He settled down on an office chair, opposite from where I was sitting down.

Putting his chin on his hand as he crossed his legs, he stared at me curiously and intensely as he informed me about his sudden visit, “Was walking around the office wing when Friday informed me that you were the only employee left in the building. So I thought I’d drop by and see as to what was the reason as to why you were still working late and not going about with your weekend plans.”

I let out a sigh I did not know I was holding — probably out of relief that I was not in trouble — before sharing with him the reason, “I was just finishing up the final touches on the researched information for your mission next week.” He looked interested in that and rose to his feet and made his way to where I was sitting. “You mind if I take a look?”

I shook my head no and started to get up from my seat, when he placed his left hand on my shoulder, pulling me down to remain seated. “Stay,” he requested as his right hand operated the mouse in order to inspect the document opened on my computer, “I might have some remarks or questions about what you have researched.”

Beginning to feel a bit of uneasiness, I tried to fill him in about some parts I thought he was confused or curious about — judging by how he spent some time longer on certain pages compared to the others. “You did a good job, Y/N. Without a doubt next week’s mission would have already failed without what you have done.”

Avoiding his look and our close proximity, I shrugged off the compliment by responding, “Um, thank you. But it wasn’t just me, you know? Some other researchers also helped, I merely just organized and arranged it, Mr. Stark.” His hand still on my shoulder moved to turn me so I was facing him, he sat down on my desk and begged to differ, “I don’t think you would have been the overall head of the research department if all you did was compile shit, right?”

Fiddling with my fingers, I halfheartedly agreed with what he said. Looking up, I saw him cross his arms and his face lit up, as if he had remembered something he forgot to mention. “Which reminds me, I do need your help in researching something. Think you can handle it?” I was able to conceal my surprise, what was it he needed help with? And most importantly, why would he tell me about it now? There are procedures if an Avenger needs something to be researched relating to their work. But I could not bring myself to question him, so instead I buried those doubts in the back of my head. 

“T-That would depend, I guess? What is it about? And w-when do you need it to be completed?” I couldn’t help but scold myself for coming out as timid and scared. He uncrossed his arms and checked his wrist watch while he answered, “I need it to be completed tonight. Possibly into the morning. It depends.”

My jaw dropped in shock and astonishment. Does he seriously think that a research can be completed in mere hours? But if I had wanted to keep this job, then I had to comply with what he wanted. “I think that it would be a challenge to do so, but yeah. I guess it can be doable. What would the research be about?” I managed to blurt out and started to roll up the sleeves of my white, long-sleeved blouse and preparing to type on the computer.

However, Tony held my hands and placed it in my lap, preventing me from moving towards the computer and looked at me deeply, “It’s gonna be about you, Y/N.” I once again found myself dumbfounded and speechless. Opening my mouth I stammered out, “W-What? Mr. Stark, what do you mean?” 

He chuckled as he brushed the strands of hair that had covered a portion of my face. One of his hands stroking my cheek while the other had a firm hold on both my hands situated at my lap, he calmly said, “It’s gonna be about you, baby. I wanna get to know you better. Let’s start with me finding out what it is you’re hiding underneath all these clothes, hm?” 

As he guided me onto my feet and pushed me against the office table, his lips grazed my ear and he kissed it lightly and whispered, “I like the way you call me Mr. Stark, makes me feel powerful.” His kisses started to descend, his lips leaving a trail in my neck as his hands started to caress my waist. Snapping out of my frozen state, I somehow managed to speak up and attempt to push him away from me, “Mr. Stark, please don’t do this. Please, stop” 

With one hand, he quickly grabbed both of my hands and placed it behind my back. His other hand wrapped around my throat, just where his lips were and hissed out, “Why do you want me to stop, Y/N? Do you not like this, baby?” I shook my head, telling him I did not in fact like where this was going. He scoffed, “I think you do. You like the idea of someone taking you in your office, the place where you spend most of your days in. Can’t imagine you getting laid frequently with how busy you are, baby.”

Tears were slowly streaming down my face, trying to wiggle away from the hero that everyone adored and respected. He pushed his body into mine, causing me to stumble which he used to his advantage by lifting me up and sitting me down on the desk. His legs wrapping around mine, effectively trapping me, he lifted my jaw and looked into me as he smirked and said, “Tell you what, if I search you up down there and find that you aren’t wet, I’ll let you go. Think that’s fair, baby?”

He did not even wait for me to answer as he made quick work of removing my skirt as he knelt down on the floor. After unzipping my skirt and discarding it to the floor, he chuckled upon seeing that I was wearing red, lace panties. “For someone who claims to not want this, you sure as hell came prepared.” His hands were then fondling my thighs as he kissed both my kneecaps and requested, “Open those legs, baby girl.” I shook my head and tried to cover my intimate area with both my hands. This evidently displeased the billionaire as he harshly placed his hands on my knees and threatened me by saying, “Unless you want to walk away jobless, then I suggest that you fucking open your legs.”

Filled with fear and horror, I reluctantly opened my legs and showed him my lower half. He showed his appreciation by chuckling darkly and immediately ripping off my panties. Just as I gasped with what he did with my piece of clothing, he brought one hand to my entrance and scooped some of the juices that my body was involuntarily producing. “Well what do you know, you’re not just wet. You’re soaking wet,” he bragged as he used his other grab my leg and stretched it out sideways, giving him more room to work with. “Time to start our research on you, baby.”

As he slowly inserted two of his thick fingers, I could not hold back the whimper as he ruthlessly moved his finger in and out of me. “Please, Mr. Stark, don’t do this.” I pleaded, hoping that his conscience would slap him and somehow get him to stop. But shortly after saying that, I let out a moan of pleasure as I felt his tongue lick my bundle of nerves.

“Just stop resisting, baby,” With his mouth still attached to my pussy lips, he used his other hand to fondle my thighs — hoping to rub off the tension within me. I threw my head back as he thrusted his fingers hard and sucked hard enough that I forgot my earlier concerns of how I was at first reluctant in giving in to him. I threaded my fingers into his hair, pushing his face closer, urging him to continue with what he was doing. He complied and proceeded to focus his sucking my little nub while he added another finger inside before managing to go at even a faster pace than he previously was.

“Fuck,” I exclaimed, “I’m close.” Right after saying that, Mr. Stark abruptly stopped his actions. I looked at him, and there he was licking off the residual juices off of his fingers.”Can’t have you finishing just on my fingers, baby. Has to happen with me inside you. But before that,” he stood up and pulled down his sweatpants and briefs, “Show me how talented your hands and mouth are first, baby.”

Before I could even process what he said, my body responded to the words that just left his mouth and I was pushing him away in order to make room for me to work and dropped down on my knees. Despite being of average length, I took note of how he had an incredible girth. With one hand fondling his balls, the other swiped the precum that was leaking out and spread it around the tip. He let out a loud groan as I then opened my mouth and captured his length.

“Yes, that’s a good girl, baby,” he complimented me while stroking my hair and later on gathering it all up in order for him to control the pace and speed of how I was sucking him. I glanced up at him just as I started gagging around his cock and fondling the rest that failed to fit in my mouth. “Do I taste good, baby?” he teased me while probably noticing that I was struggling not only to fit his entire length in my mouth, but also to please him.

A gurgled yes was the only reply that I managed to get out and he suddenly pulled out of my mouth and quickly put me back into my feet. He ripped off the blouse that I was wearing and briskly unclasped my bra. I watched him intently as he sat down on the swivel chair where I spent most of my working hours on and called out for me, “As much as I love how you please me with your mouth, it would be a waste to not cum inside you. So come over here and ride me,” he demanded as he patted his thighs.

I slowly began to walk over him and climbed over his legs. His smirk widened upon seeing me slowly get into position to ride him — with one of my hands holding onto his shoulder and the other one holding his cock up, I sank down onto him fully. The action might have taken the superhero back as both his hands flew into grasping on my hips and he threw his head back in pleasure.

Moving in slow, circular motions I found myself moaning and panting loudly, breathing out words of praise that had stroke the ego of the superhero. He brought his hand to my clit and he rubbed me fast enough that got me to stop riding him because of how intense the pleasure was. Mr. Stark’s dissatisfaction with what I did was made evident by him slapping my ass with enough force to push my chest into his and reprimanding me, “Did I fucking tell you to stop? No! So keep riding me, you fucking whore!”

I let out a whimper as he once again slapped my ass cheek and rubbed me even harder and faster. Placing both my hands near his collarbone, I began to ride him even faster and started to feel the release begging to come out. This pleased him as he stopped his assault on my ass and began to twist and pull on my nipples. The simulation proved to be too much for me that my head fell into the side of his neck and I began to trail kisses on there and suddenly let out a loud scream as I had suddenly reached my climax.

“Fucking hell, you’ve become even more tighter,” Mr. Stark sounded like he too was already on the verge of reaching his climax. Both his hands then met my hips once more and he started to bounce myself on his cock, disregarding that I could have been sensitive, hoping to finish inside of me. “I told you that you wanted this. That you needed to be fucked hard. So much for the “I don’t want this bullshit,” huh baby?” He mocked me as he noticed the stray tears that were falling on my cheeks as I felt that the stimulation was too much.

“I bet I can make you cum again. That by the time I release my load deep inside you, you will also be creaming over yourself.” His overconfidence was once again being made evident and determined to make his statement true, he began to wrap his mouth around my nipple and one of his fingers was shoved right into my asshole. It might have been the sudden intrusion on my backside, or the feeling of his warm tongue on my nipple, or the fact that his cock was being rammed in and out of me at a dangerously quick pace, but I found myself squirting all over both of our legs.

“Fuck, baby, that’s a good girl,” he moaned out as I also felt him release his juices inside of me. He stopped his licking, fingering, and maneuvering of my body as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled my head to lay down on his chest. We both took this time in order to calm down and catch our breaths. His one hand was playing with my hair while the other lightly ran up and down my spine. 

With his cock planted still deeply in me, he made me look into his eyes as his hard and demanding tone vanished and instead was replaced with a soft voice accompanied with a gentle look in his eyes as he said, “You did very well in accompanying and complying with my research, baby.”

His praise made me smile and I once again placed my head by his shoulder and briefly closed my eyes — still not having fully recovered from our sexual activity — when what he said caused me once again to be speechless and shocked, “Get ready because in a few minutes I’ll once again be conducting research. But I was thinking about conducting it in a different venue.”