#Underdog unleashed

[creedanvanleer1]

new band villain from underdog unleashed.

members of the clan of the killer kats the mission to kill underdog.

.Klang

. Miss sphynx

. Tamera

. The cougar

. Le puma

. Scourge aka son of overcat

. Zira

. Overcat

[comicaurora]

Hey Red, sorry if this was asked already, but do you have any advice on writing a trickster hero? And do you have any favorites yourself?

Huh! This is something I've never really thought too hard about before, but I do have some loose and unformed thoughts!

So the trickster archetype is, broadly, a character who wins by being cunning and tricking the people around them. Typically this is because they are an underdog facing a powerful opponent, and if they face that opponent on the terms that opponent defines, they'll lose. For instance, a physically strong opponent might want to make everything into a contest of raw force; a politically powerful opponent might want to make things a legal battle; a commander of a large army might want to battle on a flat terrain-less battlefield and overpower the smaller enemy force through raw numbers; etc etc.

A trickster doesn't have the raw power to make a scenario happen. Instead, they achieve that scenario by making other characters make it happen, usually by misleading them into thinking it'll have some other outcome they want.

A classic example of this is found in a Brer Rabbit story where Brer Rabbit has been snatched by Brer Fox, and Brer Rabbit begs and pleads with him to not throw him into that briar patch, oh the torment he would experience in that briar patch would be unimaginable, drowning or burning would be bad but still better than that briar patch. Brer Fox naturally throws him into the briar patch, at which point Brer Rabbit vanishes into the underbrush and helpfully clarifies that he was born and bred in a briar patch. He was unable to escape through his own power, so instead he convinced Brer Fox that yeeting him into the briar patch would give Brer Fox something he wanted (Brer Rabbit's unimaginable torment) when in actuality it gave Brer Rabbit exactly the cover he needed to escape. It only worked because Brer Rabbit understood that Brer Fox was fundamentally not just hungry, he was cruel.

Tricksters usually achieve victory through lying, stealing, sneaking around and generally being dishonest. These are usually not seen as heroic traits, but the trickster hero is an archetype of character who is broadly heroic - and uses trickster tactics to win. It's an interesting suite of character traits to balance. In order to make a trickster heroic, them being the underdog usually needs to be played up. It's not really easy to root for someone with power to manipulate people for their own ends, but it's easy to root for someone scrappy and underleveled to manage to gumption their way to a victory over a broadly superior opponent.

A sympathetic trickster usually isn't someone who picks fights. Trouble comes to them, and then they need to find a way to escape or stop it. This is the paradigm that makes Bugs Bunny work as a trickster hero - he starts off basically every adventure minding his own business, and when someone comes around with a blunderbuss and a hankering for rabbit stew, their actions are what prompts him to unleash absolute hell on them by using toon physics and trapping them in ironclad social conventions to completely unbalance them until they're eventually defeated.

If we see a big, loud, powerful jerk try to stomp on someone small and innocuous, we're inclined to root for the small and innocuous person. This setup makes us very eager to see the small and innocuous person use tricks and shenanigans to make a fool of the powerful jerk, and it automatically makes us more okay with the sympathetic character doing on-paper unheroic things like lies and manipulation as long as they're doing them to someone we're primed to dislike.

So trickster heroes are usually fundamentally reactive characters. Something bad happens and they respond by unleashing hell. Another easy way to make a character instantly more heroic is to give them an even weaker, even more sympathetic character to protect or assist. Thus, many trickster heroes have a suite of supporting characters they're protecting who are not tricksters by nature, and are instead just there to be endangered or bullied by Nasty Mean Powerful People. Our trickster heroes stepping in to aid and protect other people thus gives their actions an even more heroic cast, because not only are they reactive to an outside threat, they're selflessly reactive.

This is the framing that's used in Leverage, where every episode has a victim of the week being cruelly taken advantage of by a jerkass of the week, at which point our team of liars, grifters and thieves roll up to ply their trade on the jerkass and award the spoils of war to the victim of the week. Because the person they're tricking is proven unequivocally to be truly awful and completely insulated from legal consequence a solid 98% of the time, we don't feel particularly bad seeing our team of heroes manipulate, gaslight and eventually absolutely destroy them over the course of a crisp 40 minutes. The vileness of the villain combos with the innocent powerlessness of the person they're advocating for, and thus their assorted unheroic qualities become reframed as absolutely heroic due to the circumstances under which they use them.

Crucial to the formula is the horrendous nastiness of the villain of the week, because if we were even kind of sympathetic to them, the schemes of the protagonists would be kinda scary. They are very good at quickly getting the bad guy to trust them and then taking apart everything they've built, and that's only fun to watch if the audience is 100% sure the villain deserves it and is not going to spend too much time thinking "wow, it would be terrifying if that happened to me." The fact that our heroes almost always take them down simply by leveraging (heh) the bad guy's badness is a big part of what makes the formula work. Almost every episode is functionally similar to a Briar Patch scenario - "oh gosh I sure hope no SOULLESS CAPITALIST VAMPIRES take advantage of how MANIPULABLE I am to try and get my MONEY and/or VALUABLES", and then the villain's own established cruelty cascades into their downfall when it runs into the dominos our heroes have set up to expose them. And that does a lot to make the audience sympathize with a crew of four self-admitted terrible people (and Hardison, who's an angel and we're delighted to have him)

Another way to get the audience to root for a potentially nonstandard protagonist is to set them up against a villain who is smug. Smugness is a very dangerous trait for any character to have, because it primes the audience to want to see them break. A villain who thinks they are too powerful or too strong or too smart to be defeated has the audience immediately rooting for them to be proven wrong just so they can watch the expression on their face. This is the strat they use in Columbo.

Every Columbo villain is rich and powerful and very insulated from legal consequences, and we start every episode seeing them arrange and execute an attempt at a perfect murder. We know from the start how they did it and usually why, and because they are smug - they are almost never regretful or reluctant - we become invested in seeing how Columbo figures out what they did, how they did it, and how he can prove it and get them arrested. Columbo is a nonstandard kind of trickster hero, because he is deeply and fundamentally a Lawful Good archetype, but he is also a very casual liar. The only time the audience sees Columbo almost certainly telling the truth is when he's dealing with background characters, his fellow policemen or his dog, or when he's by himself silently putting the pieces together; at all other points in the episode he will typically conceal how much he knows, how he knows what he knows and why he's asking specific probing questions. The audience has a tremendous amount of dramatic irony in terms of information about the perfect murder Columbo has to disassemble; we'll see Columbo zero in on exactly the one small detail that pokes a hole in the supposed airtight alibi, but instead of saying "I think you killed them and I am determined to prove it" he'll dance around why he's focusing on those details - just curiosity, just a desire for completeness, his superiors told him to continue the case and he doesn't know why, his wife is just such a big fan of their work, etc etc.

As a rule, the first time in any given episode that Columbo admits he's suspicious of the villain is the beginning of the last scene of the episode when he proves that they did it and they subsequently surrender. When Columbo is dealing with the villain, absolutely nothing he says can be trusted until that final scene - and it's a rare treat to get a glimpse of Columbo showing an honest emotion, especially something like genuine fury. Most of the time he maintains a very harmless and affable attitude, but sometimes when the villains are very smug and they know he's suspicious of them but can't prove anything yet, his righteous anger peeks through and we see why he does this.

He's a trickster hero because he can't unravel the case, the villain's motivation and the shape of the crime if the villain knows everything he knows and can correspondingly keep up with him. But he is 100% committed to exposing the truth of the situation and making the murderer face justice. Their perfect alibi is supposed to protect them from everything, but it's their confidence and certainty that they could never be caught that Columbo leverages to win. They never know entirely what to make of him, and he's never wholly honest with them - and with the audience - until the very end of the episode. It's good, cathartic payoff to an episode's worth of lies and manipulation from both main players, and it's always fun to see the non-smug party on the side of justice come out on top.

Some trickster heroes are more like standard heroes with trickster tendencies that occasionally surface. These guys are usually pretty straightforward, but in a pinch they can bust out a surprisingly cunning scheme or two - one such moment hits at the climax of Across the Spider-Verse, and it's a great moment of characterization for Miles, who has thus far been a pretty typically heroic guy who has unfortunately spent the entire movie thus far being lied to by people he trusted. It kicks off an enormously long and complicated chase sequence that takes the entire spider-community out of the home base chasing him through an absolutely massive complex and eventually onto a space elevator. It's such a fluid scene, you kind of just accept that it's a desperate chase sequence - Miles is just running. It doesn't occur to the other spider-people that Miles might have a plan beyond running until he basically tells Miguel that, hey, he did just get every other spider-person out of the facility that has the portal to get him home. He wasn't just running away, he was luring everybody away so he can leave.

And this moment is fantastic on a meta-level, because Spider-Man is traditionally a bit of a trickster hero. Most of his enemies are able to physically outpace him, and he needs to use mobility and strategy to take them down, often luring them into environments that work against them - like a fun moment in Spectacular Spider-Man where Spidey defeats the Rhino by luring him into a steam tunnel and basically giving him heatstroke through his armor plating. But because the entire core theme of this movie is "Miles isn't a real Spider-Man," it literally doesn't seem to occur to the other spider-people that Miles's seemingly panicked running might be him pulling a Spider-Man on them. We're so used to being in Miles's head and knowing when he's got a plan or a ploy that this is a very fun moment to watch. He's successfully deceived an entire army of spider-people, and the audience is just as blindsided as Miguel - and a little less electrocuted, so it's a lot more fun for us.

So yea, trickster heroes are a fun little space of character, but you gotta be careful to put them in the right kind of situation, lest their fundamental dishonesty come across as alarming rather than extremely rad.

[tandaren]

DRX, from play-ins to Finals while being the #4 seed for LCK.

[forcebewitht]

Hey, since book 6 has been out in English for a while, could we possibly see an Overblot!Idia x reader? I really love the idea of him dramatically taking off the mask he has on to kiss the reader.

A Dance With Death (Overblot!Idia Shroud x MC!Reader)

(Artwork by: Trashochist on Deviantart, X (Twitter), and Instagram)

(Possible TW: Slight yandere implications, stalking, manipulation, branding)

…The time had finally come. All of the trials and tribulations that you had gone through. The pain and strife that had overtaken you in just a few short days. It had all led up to this. The kidnapping of your beloved companion, Grim. The destruction of the Ramshackle dorm. The kidnapping of those who had Overblotted that you had helped through their trauma and developed bonds with overtime. The kidnapping of even the Headmaster of Night Raven College himself. The entirety of these events had thrown Night Raven College into turmoil.

And that was just what excited Idia even more. He had been watching curiously since the very first moment you had arrived at the institution. I mean- a student that didn’t have any magic? Yet arrived within a coffin here to a school of magical students? It was unheard of- and just that alone excited him. This excitement only grew once the Overblots started. His family and organization, S.T.Y.X., had been all over the research of Overblotting for years. But now, after all of this time, someone so close to him (in the school, that is-) was at the forefront of a handful of Overblots? It was far too perfect of a chance to pass up with that new Ramshackle prefect. The plan was sprung, footage and data gathered. He knew that they were going to come for their beloved friends- they were just so cool like that. Literally a superhero in disguise, an underdog that soon had risen to be one of the top dogs within the school. There was a lot of promise with them- no. Not a promise. This was the work of the Fates themselves, he believed. The Fates themselves had led someone to him. Someone powerful. Someone strong. Someone capable of protection. Someone…that could get him back what he had lost all of those years ago.

There they were. Descending down to the depths of Hell that he himself had wrought. They looked horrible- worn for wear, really. To think, these oh so powerful figures from Pomefiore, Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Scarabia, and Octavinelle, alongside the hero of the school themselves, would be bashed and broken already from mere secondary bosses? They wouldn’t stand a chance against this final boss. Idia grinned beneath the mask that he wore, his arms folding over themselves as the Blot around his figure billowed with every breath he took. He could feel the immeasurable power coursing through his veins- and the normally pessimistic male found himself growing rather cocky the more they walked forward. His golden gaze soon landed upon his hero- his knight in shining…well, uniform. He soon was speaking, his arms outstretched as the flames protruding from his figure began to blaze brighter- hotter.

“Bum bum buuummmm~! Our heroes have finally arrived to the final boss battle! But uh ohhhhhh~ looks like they didn’t level enough, now did they~?”

You found yourself gritting your teeth at Idia above. Already, Vil, Rook, and Epel were readying themselves at your side. The rest soon followed, the weapons they had gained during their prior fights with the Overblot Beasts being raised and ready to overwhelm Idia’s Blot. Idia began to cackle, raising his hands in mock surrender.

“Uh ooohh~! Eheheheheheheeeee~! They found the special gear~! But that’s really not gonna do much, you guys! Totally on top of my game, y’know~? These HP and attack stats are through. The. ROOF!”

With his words, Idia’s Overblot Beast, Ortho, began to unleash a flurry of attacks upon you and your party, forcing all of them to scatter across the area. The Beast seemed to know precisely what to do- orders most likely given before this entire fiasco began. You began to find yourself being slowly but surely separated from everyone else thanks to the Beast’s targeted attacks. This separation was key- this was what Idia wanted. He watched as you eventually were cornered entirely, exactly where he wanted you. Once more, a grin spread out under his mask. You looked so cool and tough despite all of this neverending pressure, still shouting out commands for the others to work together to defend themselves, each other, or deflect the attacks his Beast was allowing itself to barrage them all with. He soared downwards until he was finally just before you. You had jumped back slightly upon noticing him approaching, but there truly was nothing that you could use at this time to defend yourself with. He leaned forward, his clawed hands now pressing themselves to either side of the wall beside your head.

“There you are~! The hero themselves~! The shining star of the hour- no, the entirety of Night Raven College~! This is our final stage, (Y/N)! Isn’t it thrilling~?”

“Idia, this is absolutely crazy! You are going to wind up killing us all with thi-”

A clawed finger pressed itself against your lips as he shifted, shushing you gently as he rolled his glowing amber eyes.

“Okay, listen- babe. (Y/N). Baby. Babycakes. Sweetheart. Sweetie pie. Wonder Student. I’m gonna stop you riiigghhtt there, actually- because I know. I know about the whole thing. But you’re gonna be my hero, you know~? You are going to save a life- just like you’ve been doing! So, it’s all good, ‘kay~?”

You began to attempt to protest, but you soon found yourself being swept into Idia’s arms and pulled about. The crazed Overblotted Idia now began to waltz with you despite all of the destruction around the both of you. He sighed blissfully, his eyes burning ablaze with a fiery passion- it was unnerving. He leaned forward once more, now beginning to hush into your ear through that glowing mask he wore.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment, (Y/N). The countless hours I have spent watching and studying your damn near every move…I know your exact schedule bit by bit, y’know, ehehehehee~ I mean, with you and your coolness, you never know when you’re gonna stop another Overblot, honestly. But that coolness that you have doesn’t matter down here- and y’know why~?”

Your eyes soon widened considerably as you felt Idia grab onto your arm. One of his clawed fingers now was set ablaze with a small, blue flame. His grip was tight- commanding in every sense of the word. The flame began to trace itself upon your flesh as he continued to speak- ignoring your cries and attempts to struggle away from him.

“I know everything about you. I have seen your struggles. Your pain. I mean, separated from your home, whatever friends and family you had before…and thrust into a world of magic without any magic yourself. You have been left in the cold by the Fates themselves to fend for yourself. You struggle simply to survive from day to day without any money here…you struggle to maintain your cool and calm composure and keep people like those Heartslabyul first years and the little guy in line…and you then have to deal with the rantings and ravings of spoiled brats like those that Overblotted and, despite wanting for it all to just end, have to buck yourself up instead and keep them from ending it all? It is just an endless cycle of pain, regret, and a loveless life that you have fallen into.”

The more Idia spoke and you felt that flame burning upon your arm, the more you found yourself getting lost into the swirling golden pools upon his sleek, pale, oddly handsome face that were his eyes. For the first time since you had arrived here…you actually genuinely felt seen. You felt heard. Oddly enough, from someone that you had truly rarely seen outside of his own room within the confines of the school itself. Your own gaze finally shifted down to your arm as his finger retracted. He had burned the insignia of his family’s company, S.T.Y.X., onto your flesh. He blew out the fire on his finger, now grinning once more wickedly beneath his mask as his clawed hands now seized you by the waist once more, pulling you into his deadly embrace.

“I know, I know. I know it hurts. All of that going on and absolutely nothing to ever truly be gained from it all…well, my Wonder Student…that’s gonna end for you right now. With what I just gave you…you are mine. And when you’re mine, you have a purpose. You will be protected, provided for. No longer shall you be within the confines of a cage and hidden away in the shadows- you shall be the bright and shining star in our tale- and properly get those monetary stats and all of that raised~!”

Idia’s hand whisked over his face- where that mask was nestled. The mask faded away, revealing his pearly white, razor sharp teeth. They glistened at you as it felt Death was grinning at you- which it essentially was. His royal blue lips curled upwards into a wicked grin as he tugged you even closer to himself, now leaning all of the way forward towards you.

“C’mon~”

He began to pull you with him once more, twisting and turning your body with himself. His clawed hands trailed up and down your figure within your shared dance of destruction, his thoughts split between what he would do with you now that you belonged to him…and that of his brother’s life that you soon would pull up from the depths of the Underworld for him. You all would be a family together- and that only seemed to excite him further as his motions grew swifter, yet sly. He soon had you dramatically dipped, and his lips captured yours in a warm, passionate kiss…thus beginning your true dance with death.

~End~

[zebuie]

⚸⋆Unleashed Desires ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧

𝓟𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘; academic rival!ellie x fem!reader

𓆰𓆪 SYNOPSIS:: Ellie Williams, your academic rival who always had u beat, One night in a club, she lures you to her dorm where they indulge in a steamy, no-holds-barred fuck session filled with passionate curses and intense pleasure. The lines blur between competition and desire as their taboo passion takes over.

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂; SMUT!,swearing, porn w little to no plot,degradation (r receiving), strap on usage (r receiving), face slapping (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), hair pulling (e receiving), slight fluff in the end/aftercare,enemies to lovers trope, lmk if I excluded anyth

!! daily click to help !!

From the time you first met Ellie in the first grade, it was clear that you two were constantly competing against each other. It has been that way ever since the two of you started attending the same university. Ellie always finds a way to boast about her achievements, just as she did today when she strutted up to you with a sly grin on her face and boasted about her 98%. She asks you with a smug expression, "So, what did you get?" You grit your teeth as you recall her arrogant remark, trying to resist the surge of anger simmering within you. You decide to put her in her place once and for all. In front of everyone, you pull out your notebook with a confident smile and flip it open, exposing your grade book. With a nonchalant air, you point at the entry with today's score on it – a perfect 100%. The silence that ensues is deafening as Ellie's face turns from smug satisfaction to astonished shock before she can muster up a weak "Congratulations." Her friends exchange glances filled with jealousy while whispering amongst themselves about how ruthlessly they just got beaten by a girl who seemed like an underdog till now. Feeling proud and satisfied, you turn back to whatever task was at hand but don't ignore the sense of accomplishment and pleasure swirling inside you - finally putting that annoying rival in check using sheer talent instead of indulging in immature competitions.

As the day went on, Ellie's attitude towards you took a sharp turn. She couldn't stop talking about her defeat behind your back, trying to defame you in front of their group of friends. You overheard snippets of her insulting comments, mocking your success and even hinted at rumors she spread about you. At one point, during lunch break, she brazenly bumps into you as she carries her tray full of food from the cafeteria line, causing both trays to clash and spilling food all over yours. Her eyes filled with hatred as she sneered out "Clumsy bitch" You clench your teeth before responding sharply "Oh fuck off williams, it’s actually soooo fuckin pathetic how worked up your getting over me getting a better grade." Your words send a chill down her spine as people around them pause and look at you two with surprise etched on their faces.In response, Ellie scoffs derisively "Fucking lucky then! Bet you rely on tutors to keep those grades high." This sends a flash of anger inside you which compels you to grab hold of one side of her arm forcefully and hiss through gritted teeth You grab Ellie's arm in a tight grip, eyes blazing as you seethe with frustration. "Don't even fucking dare insinuate that" Your tone is aggressive, causing her friends to quickly move away, realizing this argument between you two is about to escalate. "I work my ass off for those grades, no tutor needed! And unlike your stuck up self who only brags about fake achievements," your voice drops menacingly low, "I earn mine the hard way." Ellie looks at you with disdain mixed with fear before pulling her arm away roughly from your grasp. "Whatever helps you sleep at night knowing some geek like you actually tops me," she sneers mockingly before turning on her heels and storming off. Despite ur harsh words exchanged earlier and the bitter taste left in your mouths from this exchange; something inside both of you starts simmering - an intriguing mix of anger coupled with an undeniable attraction towards each other which neither one dares acknowledge out loud just yet.

A few weeks later, you catch a glimpse of Ellie from across the dimly lit club standing at the bar with a drink in hand. Ellie wore a loose muscle tee with a faded logo, crop top of a band you couldn’t recognize. The shirt cut off just above her toned midriff, showing the hem of her branded boxer shorts peeking out. And u couldn’t deny, Her muscular body looks so fucking good under the neon lights of the club. As you saunter over to to the bar, she smirks cockily "Look who decided to grace us with her presence." Her sarcasm is evident yet it doesn't bother you as much as it usually would. You move unconsciously closer to her, catching Ellie's gaze as she takes a swig from her beer bottle. A challenge lingers in her eyes as if daring you to make the first move. Suddenly, you blurt out "Wanna get outta here?" Ellie shrugs indifferently, taking one last sip of her beer before tossing it in a nearby trash bin and following you without another word. The silence between you two fills the air as Ellie trails behind you through the empty halls of their dorm building. Each stride she takes sends a shiver down your spine - her presence creating an undercurrent of desire that's hard to ignore. Once inside her room, she kicks off her converse and throws herself onto one of her plush couches; clearly, she expects something to happen now.

You hesitate for a moment before deciding to break the tension "Ellie..." You trail off nervously, not knowing how exactly to voice out what's brewing between both of you. Ellie lifts her head and looks at you with a blend of curiosity and amusement "What is it?" Her gaze intensifies as she takes in your nervous demeanour. In response, you step closer to her until their bodies are almost touching. Your lips part as if to confess the feelings that have been brewing inside you for weeks now when suddenly, Ellie pulls you closer and claims your mouth in a rough kiss; her hands gripping the sides of your hips as she deepens the kiss, You're startled by her unexpected move, but you don't resist as Ellie pulls you in. Her lips are rough and demanding, sending electric shocks straight to your core. She tugs on your jeans, pulling them down; revealing your bare legs to her hungry eyes. she slowly pulling your shirt up, then unclasping ur bra. Your hands find their way to her hair, entwining themselves gently as she continues devouring your mouth hungrily. She kisses you deep, her tongue pushing against your lips until you open up for her. Her hands are everywhere, gripping your ass cheeks hard as she pulls you closer. You moan into the kiss, your body aching for more. Without breaking the kiss, Ellie pushes you back onto the couch; pinning you beneath her body with her muscular frame.

Her lips trailing down your jawline, kissing and nipping gently on your skin. You shiver at the sensation, needing her closer than ever. hissing between her teeth as she rubs against the soft fabric covering your damp pussy. 

You're panting now, desperate for more of her touch. She slips two fingers beneath your panties, stroking your wet folds roughly. "You're so fucking wet." She mumbles against your skin before pulling back to look you in the eye. fuckin tease. Your breath hitches as she trails her finger along your bottom lip - a silent command to guide her further. Without hesitation, you reach down and tug her fingers towards your dripping pussy, inviting her to dive deeper. She obliges eagerly, pushing two more fingers inside you; stretching you gently as she curls them to hit your sweet spot. You throw your head back with a moan, gripping the couch beneath you as waves of pleasure wash over you. Ellie's fingers are relentless, pounding your core hard as she swirls them around until you're on the verge of cumming. She adds a third finger, stretching you even more; making your walls clench desperately around her digits. You whine loudly, urging her closer "Ellie... please..."

She leans down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss as she picks up speed; driving you over the edge with a fierce orgasm that has you crying out loudly.

You collapse against the couch, panting heavily as she continues to stroke you gently until your climax fades. She pulls her fingers out of your damp folds and brings them up to her mouth; sucking them clean with a satisfied moan. Her eyes meet yours, filled with lust and desire "I've wanted you for so long," She murmurs before climbing onto you completely; positioning herself over your breasts as she grinds against your still sensitive pussy. Your hips buck up automatically, desperate for her touch. She slides her sweaty pussy along your soft skin, moaning softly as she picks up speed. You reach up to stroke her hair and kisses down the side of her face; She pulls back to look down at you, her eyes smouldering with a wicked intention. "I want all of you." Without waiting for your consent - she slides off your body and hops down from the couch. Making her way over to a nearby drawer, she rummages around until she pulls out a purple strap on She comes back towards you, her eyes filled with lust as she gazes down at your glistening pussy.

Without any warning or preamble - she positions herself between your thighs once again, running the strap on along your wet slit. You let out a sharp intake of breath, arching your back as she pushes the hard plastic shaft against your entrance. "gnna make you feel s’good mama, gonna be a good little slut f’me ‘nd lemme fuck u with my cock huh?," She smirks down at you, pushing the strap on inside you slowly and deliberately until it fills you completely. She begins to thrust slowly and sensually, your moans growing louder as she hits all the right spots. She picks up speed, slapping against your skin in perfect sync with your eager cries of pleasure. You wrap your legs around her waist, clinging tightly to her as she pumps harder into you - stretching you full and satisfying every craving deep within you. Ellie's relentless pace sends a fiery heat spreading through your entire body - you moan loudly, feeling her hitting the perfect spot over and over again. She grinds against you more forcefully, biting her bottom lip in pleasure; "You're such a fucking slut for my cock." Her words send a shudder through you as she slaps your face gently - leaving behind an electrifying sting. Ellie pulls your hair, twisting it gently as she slams her hips into you harder.

"You love it don't you? You're a dirty little slut who wants every inch of my dick." She slaps you again, this time a bit harder; leaving a red handprint on your cheek while maintaining her intense rhythm inside you.

Ellie groans loudly, her body tensing up as she pulls you closer. "You've been such a little brat all these years... so fucking impatient... needing this cock so badly..." She slams herself into you once more, hitting that sweet spot with deadly accuracy; sending shivers down your spine. She continues her ferocious pounding as you pant breathlessly - your body craving more. "please don't stop," You whisper between gritted teeth, desperation coloring every word.

Ellie smirks down at you, pinching one of your nipples roughly - making you arch up into her even more. the strap on bumping against her clit- Ellie slams into you forcefully, her breathing growing heavier as she nears her climax. "That's it baby, fuckin’ take it..m’so close." She bangs harder against your g-spot - every stroke igniting sparks deep within you. You feel your orgasm building up, a fierce heat engulfing you - making it impossible to hold back any longer. "Ellie fuck im gonna-" Your cries are loud and desperate as waves of pleasure crash over you; Ellie gasps out her own climax moments later - her entire body trembling against yours. 

Once she's finished cleaning you up, "here u go," she said as She tossed you an oversized t-shirt and some boxers to change into. Ellie pulls you into her arms; cradling your head on her chest. She strokes your hair gently - whispering soothing words that help chase away the lingering afterglow. You melt into her embrace, feeling safe and content in her arms. "thank u," You murmur against her soft shirt as she runs a comforting finger along your cheek.

[feluka]

favourite thing about gumshoe calling franziska "sir" is that franziska has a hair-trigger temperament that waits for others to make the slightest mistake for her to unleash it. franziska von karma does NOT just "let things slide", doubly so when it pertains to her identity and triply so when it's an underdog like gumshoe. so when he calls her "sir" and she doesn't comment on it, she's definitely not simply overlooking it. she actively welcomes it.

[slutty-transformation-stories]

Always hide your history

In the quiet suburb of Willow Creek, there lived a girl named Luna. She was a quirky young woman with a penchant for anime and manga that often had her nose buried in a book or glued to a screen. Her room was a shrine to her favourite characters, posters plastered on the walls, plushies piled high on her bed, and figurines lining the shelves. Luna had a soft spot for the underdogs, the misunderstood heroes with hearts of gold. She saw herself in them, a kind soul in a world that didn't always get her. Her bright blue hair, which she dyed herself in the bathroom sink, was a declaration of her unique spirit. It was a stark contrast to the sea of sameness that washed over the neighbourhood.

Luna had been dating her high school sweetheart, Tim, for the past two years. He was a nice guy, the kind that opens doors and says "please" and "thank you." They had a comfortable relationship, but lately, she had been feeling a void she couldn't quite put her finger on. It was like a dull ache in her chest that grew sharper with every mundane date night spent watching movies she didn't really care about and sharing popcorn that tasted like cardboard.

One fateful afternoon, while Tim was out playing video games with his friends, Luna stumbled upon his internet history. Her curiosity piqued by the unusual search terms, she clicked on one of the links. What she found was a world of leather-clad biker babes, tattoos, and motorcycles that roared like beasts. The shock hit her like a punch to the gut. Her boyfriend, the same one who had held her hand through countless episodes of love is war was into something so...so...unexpected.

Her eyes scanned the screen, widening at the explicit images. Biker babes with curves like mountain ranges and skin-tight leather that left nothing to the imagination. The more she saw, the more she realized she didn't know Tim at all. His secret desires painted a picture of a man she had never met, a man who craved a wild side she didn't even know existed. Her mind raced with questions, but one thought stood out like neon in the dark: if that's what he wants, why isn't he with someone like that?

Her reflection in the computer screen stared back at her, a girl lost in a sea of pixels and doubt. Luna clicked off the tab and took a deep breath. The quiet hum of the computer was the only sound in the room, echoing her own turmoil. She stood up, her legs wobbly, and took in her own image in the full-length mirror by the door. Her usual schoolgirl outfit looked so...ordinary. So unexciting.

Her thoughts grew wild, like a garden left untended. Could she become one of those biker babes? Could she unleash a new version of herself that Tim would crave? An idea began to bloom in her mind, one that seemed both terrifying and thrilling at the same time. She decided to start small, swapping her oversized sweatshirt for a tight tank top and a pair of shorts that barely covered her ass. She had the curves; she just needed to show them off.

Luna's transformation was like watching a caterpillar become a butterfly, except it was more like a nerdy caterpillar turning into a slutty moth. She practiced pouting in the mirror, her full lips curling up at the edges in a way she had never done before. She watched YouTube tutorials on makeup and hair, learning to accentuate her features and give herself the edgy look that seemed to be all the rage in Tim's secret world.

Her first trip to the mall was a revelation. She felt like a spy in enemy territory as she navigated the racks of leather and lace. The tight dresses and skirts whispered promises of power and attention, and she couldn't resist their siren call. Her wallet lighter, she left with a bag full of clothes that made her heart race and her cheeks burn.

Days turned into weeks, and Luna's metamorphosis grew more pronounced. She traded her glasses for contacts, swapping her frumpy sweaters for tight-fitting tops that showcased her ample cleavage. Her once shy demeanor gave way to a sassy confidence that had heads turning and whispers following her wherever she went. She practiced her strut, her hips swaying with an unmistakable allure, and her voice dropped an octave to a sultry purr that made men's knees wobble.

Tim noticed the changes in Luna, his eyes lighting up like a kid in a candy store. He couldn't get enough of her new look, his compliments growing more frequent and more intense. He took her to biker bars and bike shows, where the scent of gasoline and leather mingled with the smoke of cigarettes and the purr of revving engines. Luna felt alive, the vibrations of the bikes resonating through her body like a bass line to a rock anthem.

But the more she delved into this world, the more she realized it wasn't just about the look. It was about the lifestyle, the danger, the thrill of the chase. The biker babes she saw didn't just wear the outfits; they lived the life. They had bad boy bikers wrapped around their fingers, men with tattoos that told stories of rebellion and hearts that beat to the rhythm of freedom. And the more she saw of them, the more she understood that Tim was just a tourist in this world, not a true inhabitant.

Her thoughts grew more intense, the need for a real man, a man with a monster cock, gnawing at her. She craved the feeling of being taken, claimed, and filled by someone who knew what it meant to live on the edge. Her dreams grew more vivid, starring bikers with hard abs and rough hands that knew just how to make her scream. She needed that kind of man to complete her transformation, to show her the kind of pleasure she had only read about in the pages of her books.

One evening, as she was leaving a particularly raunchy bike show, a shadow fell over her. She looked up to find a towering figure, a biker with a grin that could make a saint sweat. His eyes, dark as the night, twinkled with mischief, and she could see the promise of something wild in their depths. His name was Rex, and he was everything Tim wasn't. He had tattoos that snaked up his arms like vines, a beard that was more bristle than hair, and a cockiness that screamed "bad boy." Luna felt a jolt of electricity run through her as he leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "You're new around here, sweetheart," he drawled. "You need someone to show you the ropes."

Her heart racing, she nodded, unable to find her voice. Rex's hand found hers, his grip firm and commanding. He led her through the sea of bikes and people, his calloused hand a stark contrast to her soft, unblemished skin. They stopped at his bike, a beast of chrome and black that roared to life with a flick of his wrist. She straddled the seat behind him, her heart hammering in her chest as he revved the engine. The vibration traveled through her body, pulsing in time with her need.

As they sped through the night, the wind whipping her hair into a frenzy, Luna felt a strange sense of belonging. This was what she had been craving, the raw power and excitement that Tim could never give her. When they pulled up to a grungy biker bar, the smell of leather and lust hit her like a wall. Inside, the air was thick with the promise of unbridled passion and rebellion. Rex guided her to a corner booth, his hand possessive on her waist.

He ordered them drinks, his eyes never leaving hers as she sipped the amber liquid. It burned her throat, but she liked it. It made her feel alive. His gaze was intense, like a predator sizing up its prey, and she shivered with anticipation. He leaned in, his voice a low rumble that sent waves of heat through her body. "You've got a sweet little body, Luna," he said, his hand sliding up her thigh. "But I bet that tight pussy of yours has never been stretched by a real man."

Her cheeks flushed at his crude words, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned in closer, her voice a seductive whisper. "What do you mean?"

Rex's grin grew wider, his teeth gleaming in the dim bar light. "You know what I mean," he said, his hand inching higher up her thigh. "You're dressed like a biker babe, but you still got that innocent look in your eyes. I bet you've never had a real man fuck you like you need to be fucked."

Luna's breath hitched, her body responding to his words like a well-tuned instrument. She bit her bottom lip, her eyes flicking down to the bulge in his pants. She had read about this, had seen it in the pages of her manga, but never experienced it. She had always been the good girl, the one who played it safe. But now, with Rex's hand on her, she wanted to know what it felt like to be taken, to be claimed by someone who knew what they were doing.

The music in the bar grew louder, the bass thumping in time with her racing heart. She could feel the eyes of the other bikers on her, a mix of lust and challenge. They knew she didn't belong here, but she didn't care. She wanted to be part of this world, to feel the rush of adrenaline and the heat of passion that seemed to be baked into the very air. Rex leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "You want to know what it's like, don't you?"

Luna nodded, unable to form words as his hand moved to the zipper of her skirt. He slid it down, the leather whispering against her skin as it fell to the floor. She stepped out of it, feeling the coolness of the concrete floor under her heels. His eyes raked over her, taking in her lacy lingerie, and she felt a thrill of power. This was what she had become, a creature of desire, a biker bimbo ready to be claimed by the biggest, baddest dick around.

Rex stood, his towering frame casting a shadow over her. He reached down, wrapping a hand around her throat, and pulled her to her feet. She gasped, her pulse racing as he led her through the crowded bar, his grip tight. The other bikers parted for them, their eyes glued to Luna's exposed body. She felt like a prize on display, and she liked it. She craved the raw, animalistic desire in their gazes.

In the back of the bar, there was a room with a heavy door. Rex pushed her through it, and she stumbled into a dimly lit space that smelled of sweat and sex. The walls were lined with leather benches, and there was a mattress on the floor, stained with a history she didn't dare to think about. He sat her down, his hand sliding up her chest to cup her breast. "You're mine now, babe," he growled, his thumb brushing over her nipple.

Luna looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. She had never been with anyone other than Tim, and the thought of Rex's massive cock filling her was both terrifying and exhilarating. She felt like a moth drawn to a flame, unable to resist the allure of the danger that danced in his eyes.

Rex noticed her apprehension and took it as a challenge. He smirked, his calloused hands reaching for the hem of her top. He yanked it over her head, exposing her ample breasts to the cool air. They bounced slightly, the lacy bra barely containing them. He leaned in, his hot breath ghosting over her skin as he whispered, "You're going to love it, baby. You're going to love how a real man makes you feel."

Her heart pounding, Luna could feel the anticipation building in the pit of her stomach. She had read about this in her manga, the moment where the heroine gives in to her desires and finds her true self. She wanted to be that girl, the one who didn't just read about wild sex, but lived it. And as Rex's rough hands unclipped her bra, letting her breasts spill out, she knew that she was on the precipice of something she could never go back from

He took a moment to appreciate the view, his eyes drinking in her exposed flesh like a man dying of thirst. "Perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. His hands slid down her torso, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of her panties. With a swift tug, he pulled them down, leaving her bare and vulnerable before him. She shivered, her legs parting slightly as if inviting him in.

Rex stepped back, his gaze raking over her body like a painter admiring his canvas. He unbuckled his belt, the leather jingling like a cowboy's spurs, and his pants fell to the floor, revealing the monster cock she had been fantasizing about. It stood proud and thick, a testament to his virility. The sight of it made Luna's mouth water, her pussy clenching in anticipation.

He wasted no time, pushing her down onto the mattress and spreading her legs wide. She felt the blunt head of his cock nudge against her entrance, and she gasped as he pushed in, filling her completely. He fucked her with a ferocity that left her gasping for air, his hips pistoning as he claimed her over and over again. She had never felt so full, so alive. The pain was a distant memory, replaced by a pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable.

Her nails dug into the mattress as he pounded into her, her body responding to his every command. Her moans grew louder, echoing through the room like a siren's call. She could feel her orgasm building, a crescendo of sensation that threatened to shatter her into a million pieces. And when it finally hit, it was like nothing she had ever experienced. Her body arched off the bed, her toes curling as she screamed his name, her pussy clenching around his cock in a desperate attempt to hold onto the feeling.

Rex chuckled, his strokes slowing as he enjoyed the sight of her quivering beneath him. "That's it, baby," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "You're a natural."

Luna lay there, her body a trembling mess, as Rex pulled out of her. She felt empty, used, and absolutely amazing. Her pussy was stretched and sore, leaking cum like a river after a storm. She had never felt so alive, so...desired. Rex rolled off her, his own chest heaving with exertion. He reached for his discarded shirt, wiping the sweat from his brow before turning to her with a grin. "Ready for round two?"

Her body screamed for a break, but she couldn't resist the challenge in his eyes. She nodded, a guttural moan escaping her lips as he slammed back into her. He was relentless, his monster cock pounding into her like a battering ram. The room was a blur of leather and chrome, the smell of sex and gasoline filling her nose. She was lost in the moment, her body no longer her own, but an instrument of pleasure for this bad boy biker.

Tim was a distant memory now, a forgotten toy from a childhood long past. She had tasted the life she truly craved, and it was nothing like the vanilla existence she had been living. With every thrust, she felt more and more like she belonged to the gang, like one of their biker bimbo conquests. Her mind was a whirlwind of sensation, the pain and pleasure blurring into a heavy cocktail that had her begging for more.

As Rex claimed her again and again, Luna could feel the walls of her old life crumbling around her. She was no longer the sweet, innocent girl who had stumbled upon Tim's internet history. She was a creature of the night, a biker's plaything, a slut eager to serve. The thought sent a thrill through her, making her pussy clench around his cock. She was theirs, a willing participant in their games of lust and power.

This was the story chose by Ironpatriot for winning the art competition

[guywrestlingaddiction]

Double Team (brief) Triumph: Stinger v Cage Thunder & Lightning Rod (bgeast.com)

We all love an underdog story, but I think deep down what we truly love is a story where our stunningly gorgeous underdog thinks he out muscles two supervillains, only to get humiliated in the end.

Stinger v Cage Thunder & Lightning Rod (bgeast.com)

SPOILER ALERT: I highly recommend viewing this match in its entirety before reading this post.  

The Backstory

Our hero enters the ring sporting the optimism of a champ with a simple demand - he will take both villains on but wants to ensure that just one bad guy in the ring at a time.  Yeah, good luck buddy with your opponents fighting fair and all.  

Ladies and gentlemen, our strapping, lean hero versus two muscled heels.

And it's a fair(ish) fight at first with only one villain in the ring at a time.  Frankly, there doesn't even seem to be a reason to fight dirty when you're two badass villains against one hero.  

Stretch out our hero and show off that ripped torso.

Cage Thunder checking to make sure those abs aren't painted on.  Yup they are rock solid, at least for now that is. 

But sooner rather than later they both cheat and gang up on our hero, and why do they cheat? Say it with me now, simply because they can!

The Double Team

A double team on its own would be bad enough but now our hero is unmasked and is robbed of his dignity.  Reese's red, flushed face simply cannot contain the pain and embarrassment he feels.

Not content with mere victory, our villains need to humiliate the young Stinger/Reese.  Holds are applied longer than they need to and that smooth body is manhandled more than necessary, all of this to prove a point; they do it simply because they can.  

The Triumph

Despite overwhelming odds, our hero overcomes his opponents not through skill or strength but by exploiting their major flaw - their hubris.  You see, Reese has been studying them and knows these guys want him bad, so bad in fact they'll let their guard down at an opportune moment...

I mean look at the chest on Reese, they man may be lithe but he's got some power behind him. 

Our hero celebrates his impossible victory against two legendary heels, but no sooner does he proclaim that good has overcome evil when trouble starts brewing underfoot.  You see our hero has his own flaws and is equally susceptible to hubris as the poor guy gets cocky while tasting his triumph. 

Reese: How do you like that? Two on one and I still kicked both of your ass'?!

It should come as no surprise that in the end, little Reese Wells aka the Stinger, could not hold back both supervillains.  One supervillain is tough enough but two is impossible, especially not when both were enraged with defeat.  With the 'official' match over, Cage Thunder and Lightning Rod unleash their full heel mode, all over poor Reese. 

And with that the match is over.  Now I'm sure we all like to think of ourselves as good and just, but our bad guys know us better than that. They know exactly where our true emotions stand and knew that this ending is what we really wanted all along. 

[throneofblood-if]

You are a royalty living in the unforgiving demon realm. Even though you are the third child in line to inherit the throne, your half-angel ancestry is met with disdain by your kin.

When the current Emperor dies, the fight for the throne begins. All three children must kill each other until only one is left. How will you, the clear underdog, snatch the crown from your brothers?

• Play as male, female, or non-binary! • Find connection with your celestial blood, unleash your hidden power and take control of your destiny. • Expand your influence, reform the prejudiced demon realm or embrace your villainous side and terrorize the other races. • Recruit a seasoned mercenary, an exhausted advisor and a nerdy scientist to help you with your ruling duties. • Be romantically involved with your knights: the hunky and fiery dragonkin, your doting childhood friend, your charming retainer with a dark side, or all three of them! • Stop your hidden power from consuming you because not all thing celestial is good.

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Chapter 5: Cy up now!

Planned next update: TBA

[seeingivy]

I don’t know if you care for the hunger games at all BUTTT with the new movie out I’ve been thinking

Hange would have totally played Katniss early in her career and I think Sasha would have been a good Lucy Gray from the new movie :)) I’m also thinking gojo for young Coriolanus just cause of the blonde hair and blue eyes lol

OH AND yn would’ve defffff sang “can’t catch me now” by Olivia Rodrigo from the soundtrack of the new movie

omg ANON THE HUNGER GAMES WAS MY ROMAN EMPIRE. I had to put a read break cuz I rambled

two unsolicited ronnie stories to prove it:

when I was in seventh grade, I bought a mockingjay necklace from hot topic and wore it to school. but I went to private school and wasn't allowed to wear necklaces like that. and when my teacher asked me why I wore it, I looked at her straight in the face and said that "I was the mockingjay"

I used to be in orchestra when I was in middle school and there was one year where we got to vote on the song we played. so naturally, I stood up and I was like guys...there's this really underground song idk its called the hanging tree. and it litearlly won but then I took it ten steps farther and made us all do the whistle together and the little salute when we finished because naturally, I am dramatic. I am unfortunately never beating the weird kid allegations

that being said, THERE'S SO MANY GOOD HUNGER GAMES FANCASTS. this was the one I had in mind (but I love yours too!!) + it's the one fancast I chose to include in my ACTUAL fic (towards the end chapters, so we'll see this one come back)

original trilogy

yuuji as peeta mellark, duh. our beautiful boy with the bread

y/n as katniss

gale you are a lame, sack of bones. so obviously floch.

ceasar flickerman is CONNIE SPRINGER YUP

levi as haymitch

hange as effie, obviously

finnick is jean

mikasa is annie (they are soulmates everywhere I fear)

annie is johanna mason and I think that bertholdt would be a really good betee

erwin plutarch heavansbee that one wrote itself

gojo is seneca crane 😭, heavy on that one scene where hes like everyone loves an underdog 😃 and president snow is like no.

nobara is playing the extras that are part of effie's prep team or just someone in the capital you will not catch her being one of the tributes

YELENA SCARY BITCH IS PRESIDENT COIN

ballad of songbirds and snakes

utahime as lucy gray baird

young gojo as president snow (the entire press is utahime saying she vomitted after she kissed gojo as a joke and people think its real)

suguru as sejanus :((((((

shoko as tigris snow (says having to be nice to gojo during the scenes was her personal hell)

alternate (from the fic)

this is the one i'm including in the fic!

y/n and yuuji, true to the original, play katniss and peeta

(megumi and eren are the most supportive boyfriends to boyfriend)

gabi plays lucy gray baird

gabi gets to write eyes open for the original trilogy

y/n writes you can't catch me now for the ballad

they are mother and daughter your honor (can you tell im so excited to unleash my gabi yn dynamic in the next chapter)

[creedanvanleer1]

underdog unleashed new main villain

[sonicjustbecause]

What I think we'll get from Sonic Prime...

Possibly more Shadow screentimes A.K.A. fanservice (Sonadow twin brother-like relationship). I think is ironic that Shadow must keep Sonic's spirit high.

Sonic with floppy ears, like a Scottish Fold. A legend

Double Fold Hedgehog

I don't except the chaos council coming back, unless is for something minor. Those used to be dangerous tyrants, but compared to Nine they're underdogs.

Tails is already a more competent scientist compared to Eggman after all, Nine took this from Tails. So Nine will be a very dangerous enemy (also due to Sonic not wanting to fight him directly). I'm sure in the end he will redeem. The prism made him drunk of power and he got god complex, but he will do something stupid for sure at certain point (when you're drunk you don' think straight) and he will come to a: 'What I've done' moment.

I'm onnipotent! Mwahahahahah!

Sonic at certain point will snap and attack Nine. I also except him saying something like: "You're nothing like Tails!". I think this will be triggered by Nine harming Shadow (Sonic would not snap if harmed directly, but if a friend gets harmed is another story). Maybe this will later make Nine coming back to his sense.

Angry Sonic

Other things I excet to see for sure:

-The black hole and it's effect. Was Shadow right when he said that falling there wouuld result in death? For now it is only a specutalion.

-The chaos emerald. It has a purpose

- Super Sonic. Yes, that Super Sonic.

And he will be serious and silent, I always see him like that when he turns into Super Sonic. No exception for prime

I think the shatterspace will come all togheter. Nine and the others will be reunited into Tails, Amy, Knuckles etc.

Probably they'll remember everything, like a dream and Tails will build the seven mechanical tails, just because he feels inspired, but will decide to not use them.

It was stated that Prime is about Sonic growing up and learning from his mistake. I think Shadow has to grow too. Though he is more mature than Sonic, he is oftten hot headed and when he doesn't think straight he does stupid things too that may even result in self destruction.

Ouch...

This was not necessary from Shadow.

Being less predjudiced is another thing he must learn. He was right at not trusting Nine but it was not because 'Something was fishy!' but it was because: 'Not wanting trouble so stay away!' I think he will soften a bit in the end.

Things that we'll not see.

- Shadow removing his limiters, unleash his power and having side effect.

- Sonic's tears (unless is for comical reasons). I don't think he will cry after Nine's betray and theft. I think is more like 'What I've done...' feeling guilty.

- Silver and Blaze. They didn't appear earlier, so they won't appear now. What is necessary for the plot usually appears in the first two chapters (Shadow, the chaos emerald). Chaos Sonic appeared in the middle of the story but he is an extension of Nine.

Is quite predictable what I wrote. I would have imagine something different but I learned that usually the most predictable thing is the one that will happen.

[becca4leafclover]

I do NOT trust Tubbo to be a proper leader for Team Blue I think he's way outclassed by Phil and Etoiles- but his knowledge of game mechanics and mods is once again putting him in the position of an underdog. Phil and Etoiles are SUCH powerhouses for PVP and natural leaders but Tubbo has the knowledge of the game at his side that I don't think the others have? And he knows how to progress FAST- he's already speedran Create once and is setting up to do it again to get his team resources very fast through it!

But also he's a wildcard, he's chaotic, and he's often a loner- he can do a lot by himself but how much of a LEADER will he be? Will he interact with his team members and play into their skills? Will he share information? These are things I don't know I just think the fact that he's got a different skillet than Phil, the survival warrior in vanilla but doesn't know modded, or Etoiles the PVP master but takes a long time to get the resources to become OP... how do they compare to Tubbo, a force of nature unleashed and knows the mechanics of this world the others don't?

This isn't thinking about the other ppl in each team my brain is gonna explode if I try to factor in all those people right now my nerves already feel like thehre on fire just from Tubbo getting a position of power and trying to comprehend everything that's happened here,

[rubberizer92]

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[solarpunkani]

Sonic the Hedgehog and Solarpunk Ideals

Alright, it's June 23rd which means not only is it Solarpunk Aesthetic Week, but it's also Sonic the Hedgehog's 32nd birthday. Let's all say Happy Birthday Sonic the Hedgehog.

Overall, that means it's time for me to do something I usually don't do on this blog--talk about Sonic the Hedgehog, one of my favorite series of all times. Specifically, how I feel it embodies Solarpunk at least a little bit. Hopefully you'll see where I'm coming from by the end of this.

Real quick though, special shout out to @modern-solarpunk for being my beta reader 100/10 owe you my life.

Alright let’s make one thing clear. I’m a Sonic nerd. I’ve been a Sonic nerd since at least the 5th grade. Sonic the hedgehog is one of My Things. IDK if I’d call it a hyperfixation, but it’s definitely one of My Things, and it’s been one of My Things longer than gardening or even Solarpunking and all the other stuff y’all know me for has been. I am about to talk y’alls ears off. Buckle up.

With that in mind, I’m not going to pretend that the Sonic franchise is a perfect franchise made by perfect people working under a perfect corporation. Even ignoring the timeline disasters, retconning, and rushed projects (*cough cough Sonic 06 and Sonic Boom cough cough*), Sonic the Hedgehog is made by a corporation in a capitalistic world who has done some… iffy things in the past, present, and likely the future. We are, here, today, strictly talking about two things--the creation of Sonic and the creation of Dr. Eggman. There will be a super special third topic I bring up later, but that's gonna be its own post. I’ll bring up a handful of things from the shows, comics, movies, etc. If I finish writing and editing and posting this whole lengthy diatribe and someone ignores this paragraph and brings up some inane unrelated shit that the Big Corporation Guys did That One Time Months/Years Ago I might snap. Yes, corporations are bad. Yes, I like Sonic. Let’s establish that.

Ok let’s actually get started.

Sonic the Hedgehog the Dude, Tiny Rebellions, and Freedom

Alright, so Sonic the Hedgehog is a series of games, movies, comic books, TV shows--it's a whole thing, it's an entire franchise. The basics of what you need to know here is that a little 3’3” superpowered anthropomorphic blue hedgehog dude and his array of equally-animalian and equally-colorful friends are ruining the robotics-based evil world takeover plans of a 6’1” egg-shaped human dude on the regular. Occasionally, there are other villains, and other storylines, and sometimes the motivations change, but that sentence boils down the Sonic the Hedgehog storyline to its base essentials. 

The Sonic franchise was dreamed up in 1990 when SEGA needed a new mascot to compete with Nintendo’s iconic Mario. Personality-wise, he’s said to have been inspired by “a modern sensibility of wanting to get things done right away, righting wrongs as they presented themselves instead of letting them linger.” As we currently know him, with Sonic “What you see is what you get--just a guy who loves adventure.” He’s a free-spirited drifter who goes with the flow, valuing freedom above all else and wanting nothing more than to live by his own rules and whims rather than bowing to the expectations of others. He loves interacting with the many cultures on his planet (which we mostly see in Sonic Unleashed, but still), trying local dishes with friends frequently. Overall, Sonic is driven by a strong sense of justice and fairness, fighting for the ideal of freedom rather than the name of the law--and he always fights for the underdog. He likes to handle things on his own, but he isn’t above looking to his friends for help when needed--and acknowledges their role in his life and achievements regularly (if he can be a bit smug at times). He appreciates scenic views and nature, with a special fondness for places filled with plants--we see him do this lots in the series--and he hates when people destroy it for their own gain. He doesn’t hate cities, though, and finds they have their own beauty.

So what’s Solarpunk about this? In my eyes, a good bit. If you don’t know what Solarpunk is, it’s described on Wikipedia as ‘a literary and artistic movement that envisions and works towards actualizing a sustainable future interconnected with nature and community.” Aesthetically, I like to describe it as a mix between sci-fi and cottagecore, with a particular leaning towards some steampunk and some cyberpunk elements, but in a brighter, cleaner, more hopeful way. It's important to note, however, that Solarpunk is also a practical and political action mindset--as much as Solarpunks dream of a hopeful future and work to visualize it, we also work to learn the concepts and take the actions needed to make it a reality. I’m not going to sit here and pretend that Sonic is super politically revolutionary, I’m here to talk about how Sonic fits into the aesthetics of Solarpunk.

As such, lets get into the point--I feel like Sonic is pretty Solarpunk, personality-wise. He just fits a lot of the core tenants--wants to right wrongs ASAP, whether they’re his wrongs or wrongs of the past. He values freedom, traveling, and beautiful natural places--a big chunk of Solarpunk is learning to appreciate and protect the natural species around you, and plenty of people have dreamed up nomadic Solarpunk societies. Even Sonic living by his own rules instead of bowing to expectations fits in Solarpunk--A Solarpunk Manifesto states that “the ‘punk’ in Solarpunk is about rebellion, counterculture… and enthusiasm. it is about going in a different direction than the mainstream…” People in the Solarpunk movement care deeply about freedom, justice, fairness, and fixing the broken systems we deal with today--and often start the legwork by forming or taking part in community-based movements and initiatives. We lean onto those around us for strength and courage, to work as a group to think of solutions to problems, whether that be something small like trading DIY patch instructions to bigger things like planning and creating community gardens to even sharing news about unionizing and more. There’s acts a Solarpunk can do alone--like guerrilla gardening, or moss graffiti, or drawing and writing concepts of a brighter future--but we all know we’re at our strongest when we’re not just one, but many. 

But one of my biggest arguments to Sonic being Solarpunk actually centers around his nemesis--Doctor Eggman.

Doctor Eggman as the Antithesis of Solarpunk

After all, it’s pretty hard to talk about how a hero of a series is Solarpunk without discussing the people and forces he fights against, and most of the time that’s Doctor Ivo Robotnik--better known to most as Dr. Eggman. He was developed more or less directly alongside Sonic the hedgehog, and as such the notes about his creation not only influence his character, but the character and vibe of most of the franchise so far. So who is Doctor Eggman?

Doctor Eggman is often described as the World’s Vilest Person--he’s evil, mean, cruel-spirited, and a self-proclaimed genius scientist who only really thinks about what he wants and what he needs to do to get it--getting pleasure in crushing anything that gets in his way. His main goal is to establish his Eggman Empire across the entire planet and build his own version of a utopia, Eggmanland--usually taking the form of a polluted, smog-filled city or a robotic theme park. His plans have varied from excavating natural spaces and turning woodland creatures into robotic slaves (Sonic 1, 2, 3), using doomsday devices to threaten nations and blow up the moon (Sonic Adventure 2), tie down planets for his own purposes (Sonic CD, Sonic Colors), or even using cosmic forces beyond his comprehension to flood metropolises or literally rip the planet apart (Sonic Adventure, Sonic Unleashed). In the comics and some shows, he even takes it a step further--a common theme with him is Roboticization, wherein people are forcibly turned from organic beings into robot slaves. Sometimes its a machine fulfilling this sometimes-irreversible process (Archie Comics, Sonic the Hedgehog Cartoon, Sonic Underground), while other times its an all-consuming virus that grows out of his control and turns almost the entire planet into raving robotic zombies (IDW Sonic Comics issues #12-29). He’s fueled by delusions of grandeur, believing that all of the world’s problems would be solved if he specifically were in charge of everyone all the time and had things his way, and makes robotic inventions and weapons to obtain power. He’s overflowing with self-confidence and pride, highlighting his ‘scientific genius’ whenever he can. He’ll leave temporary allies to rot if it gives him a chance to take all the credit and power for  himself, he looks down on everyone else and sees them as insignificant, only interested in what benefits him. Fairness and community? With Doctor Eggman? Forget it, he’ll steal candy from a baby and then turn it into a robot if given the chance. And even with robotic helpers he makes himself, he quickly gets sick of them--Eggman doesn’t do friends. 

I’d compare him to Elon Musk, but at least Dr. Eggman is actually a genius.

A Solarpunk Manifesto was published in 2019, describing Solarpunk as “A movement in speculative fiction, art, fashion, and activism that seeks to answer and embody the question ‘what does a sustainable civilization look like, and how can we get there?’”. Eggmanland is not how we get there--Doctor Eggman is an embodiment of everything the Solarpunk ideology stands against, and not entirely by accident. Here’s a quote from Yuji Naka, one of the creators of Sonic the Hedgehog.

“Robotnik was created to be the opposite of Sonic, and to be the bad guy. At that time, there was opposition between "developers" and "environmentalists", and Robotnik was created to represent machinery and development.”

He represents it pretty well--his common motifs are imperialism and pollution, and his version of a utopia is often reminiscent of pre-EPA photos of US cities. Sometimes its done to a cartoonish level--but the point still stands. Whenever we catch glimpses of Eggman’s ‘Home Bases,’ whether its Scrap Brain Zone in Sonic 1, Chemical Plant in Sonic 2, Metallic Madness in Sonic CD, or elsewhere, we’re always seeing tons of mechanization, smog, pollution, and death robots.

Solarpunks aren’t opposed to technology--not in the slightest. But I feel its safe to say that any Solarpunk would be opposed to the over-industrialized, hyper-mechanized, pollution-riddled empire hellscape that Eggman would call heaven. (And you know damn well he'd be all over those Boston Dynamic robot dogs if he were real). To me, Eggman represents the grim-dark futures that apocalyptic stories tell us we’re barreling towards--the darker, less sunny side of the already dystopian cyberpunk genre. Solarpunk is the sun that burns away at smoggy futures, the light that reveals what we can have instead, the ideas that lead to actions to secure it. Its hope in a bottle--hope that we can enjoy and add to, a dream that we can help make into a reality. The ideals are chock full of resisting the real-life Eggmans who want to send humanity into a nose-dive of mechanization and energy-burning self-destruction for the sake of short-lived profits and smug ego-trips. 

Is Sonic a strictly Solarpunk series? I wouldn’t necessarily say so. But I think if the themes and terms had existed in 1990, it certainly would have been cited as a bit of an inspiration. Whether the Solarpunk community would have been chill with a corporation citing the term as inspiration is a whole other deal.

Stay tuned for this posts' sequel, where I talk about how I feel my favorite game in the series--Sonic Colors--is Solarpunk.

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What's your headcanons for Redemption kai

I think he had every elements for a compelling, complex redemption arch. Pre-merge he had so many elements that showed he was capable of not being selfish, like when he saved Bonnie from her suicide attempt.

Would he completely turn over a new leaf? No, I don't think he would completely change. He would still be the Kai we know and love, but less impulsive and self destroying. Maybe he would learn from his mistake of lashing out and snapping in 1994. He would continue to plot his revenge, probably kill or neutralise his father. But he would take his time.

To me his redemption isn't about forgiving the unforgivable things he has done, namely maiming and killing his siblings. It's about finally giving the underdog a chance at life. It's not about watering him down like he was in season 8.

I really love that he is not a perfect character. His inner struggle would be fascinating to follow.

My personal canon for the merge has always been that the winner consumes part of their twin energy, and it gets absorbed until it disappears completely. So he wouldn't share his consciousness with Luke forever. (How disturbing would that be.)

Not only would his personal story be wildly interesting, but it would introduce us to a whole new world!

His character also encapsulates so many other people and plots, some we know and some we don't know.

The Geminis Coven intrigues would be so good too.

I would love to follow his path as a Gemini Leader.

How unheard of a Siphon Leader is? We don't know, he might be the first one. How terrifying would he be to his coven? Siphons are supposed to be hateful abominations, monsters - how would the coven members react? How difficult would that make his leadership? I think he has a lot of the qualities required to be a coven leader, but it would be interesting to know if this thing he *always* wanted, was worth it in the end? Is it really what he's meant to be? I can imagine him leaving Portland for extended periods of time, to catch a breath. Maybe one of his siblings could second him at these times.

Would he manage to find coven members in his favor? Knowing how sketchy and dark the Geminis are, will he face plots and schemes to depose him?

And now that he is a siphon, a warlock and a coven leader, how powerful does that make him? We saw a glimpse of how powerful he became during the wedding massacre, when he became an heretic. I want to see more of this kind of unleashed, aweing power.

Will his siphoning ability develop now? Will he manage to discover more about his nature, and the history of it? Is it really that evil? I really would love to know more about that.

Last but not least, I cannot imagine Redemption!Kai not being tied to Bonnie in some way. We said it a millions times in the fandom Kai was *made* with Bonnie in mind! Their origins and their shared history are too intertwined, old and complex. Their dynamic, their chemistry, their magic, the things between them that were left unresolved, the tension, the hate and lust and resentement they feel...it's all too interesting to not be explored.

Plus knowing how Kai is orbiting around Bonnie he's probably found a way to stick around her or seek her out.

Knowing how powerful Kai is after the merge, Bonnie would probably reach for his help albeit reluctantly.

Bonnie would definitely continue to face the consequences of 1994, and everything she lived until now. I think we would see more of the change that takes place in her. I think that would result in learning to be selfish and to put herself first. Seeing the effect it would have on her magic would be so good too. That would be a new empowering dark arch for her, and that would be so fascinating and cathartic to follow.

My headcanon for them is: slow-burn & enemies to ambiguous allies to allies with benefits to lovers.