#Vandalize My Heart

[spectrechosts]

Heaven Sent - Chapter 6

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Grezayla jots down a status update on the angel job in her notebook; notably that while Feathers shows some amount of interest in yoga conceptually as both a meditative exercise and something that it can display skill in, when placed in a group setting it gets upset because the succubi keep feeling eachother up in front of it.

"Dolls, can your pal Vicky speak candidly for a sec?" Vixitana asks, lounging across the meeting room couch. She continues without waiting for an answer. "This job fucking sucks."

"It doesn't suck!" Azaerixia pouts. "We're like, getting close to maybe being Feathers' friends!"

"Yeah!" Grezayla agrees, joining her in pouting. "Besides, isn't this like, your regular job anyway?"

"This is like my regular job if nothin' happened for weeks and weeks and my client was a huge pain in the behind." Vixitana says. "Do you know what I usually do to clients who aren't upfront with what they want?"

"…Whatever they summon you for?"

"No." She says. "See, I get two types of clients: The first kind knows they wanna be a girl, they summon me to make 'em one, we have some fun with their new parts and go our separate ways; them with a new lease on life and me with a contracted soul to collect on later."

"Alright..?"

"Now the second kind is the referrals. Someone else answers a summon, feels out the client's desires, and finds out they wanna be a girl- but that's not what they're summonin' a succubus for. Whoever they summoned puts a note on their file, and the next time they try to summon 'em they get my cute ass instead. You with me so far sugar?"

Grezayla sticks her tongue out at Vixitana.

"Now this is where the key difference comes in. These people, these girls, these sweet sweet angels- and I mean sweet like a metaphorical angel, not our stuck-up shit-for-brains angel- they summon me and they're so sad, sugar. They're so sad and they don't even know it, they've been sad so long."

"I get that, that's why we need to help Feathers-"

"Shhhh shh shh shh." Vixitana shushes, sticking her hand out. "And you know how I help 'em? These poor unfortunate souls, they summon me and they say 'Oh Vicky, can you give me a handjob with maybe some backdoor tongue action (but only if that's not a weird thing to ask for)?', and I convince 'em to let me out of the circle and then I say 'No. We're puttin' you in a slutty little outfit and I'm doin' your makeup', and they say 'But-', but I don't listen because I'm already pinnin' 'em down and conjurin' the outfit onto 'em. And I get out the makeup kit and I grab 'em by the chin if they're too squirmy and call 'em good girls when they stay still, and I make them look fucking gorgeous."

"Okay, well, Mistress already told us why fleshcraft won't work in this situation, so-"

"No, hang on, I- I want to hear where she's going with this." Says Helneth, almost as interested in the tale as Vixitana is in telling it.

"So then I get the full-body mirror out," Vixitana continues, completely ignoring their interruptions, "let 'em admire my handiwork. Let 'em see what's possible before we even start doing magic. And they cry, most times. They cry and I hold 'em while they let all those pent-up feelings out, tell 'em it's okay. It's a whole process, y'know? Can't just put 'em in a dress and fuck 'em stupid and then just… leave 'em to navigate things on their own. I talk to 'em for hours, sometimes."

Grezayla feels a twinge at that, snuggles up to Azaerixia. She can't say she fully knows what that's like, but… having a succubus to help her understand her feelings was certainly life-changing for her. She wants to be that for Feathers, she just isn't really sure how.

"Then I jackhammer their fuckin' prostate with my tongue while milking every single drop of cum they can make outta them. Like they asked."

Okay, she doesn't particularly plan on doing that for Feathers. Maybe once it starts being nicer to everyone.

"And like I do a good job, y'know, do my due diligence as a succubus and all; but I level with 'em, I say 'Listen, I can give you waaaay better than that, doll'. That's when I hit 'em with the big guns. Fleshcraft 'em the most perfect body a mortal girl can get and show off eeeeverything that body can feel, how much better it is for 'em. And once I'm done and they can think straight again they're obviously wonderin', 'Oh fuck, this is so much more than I asked for, what am I on the hook for now?', and I tells 'em, 'That was aalllllll free, doll', and they're like 'What? There's gotta be a catch!', and I say 'Nope! Tonight was on the house, just 'cause you deserve it. Buuuut, if you want it to be more than just tonight, if you want to keep this body forever, aaaalllllllll you gotta do is sign this contract. You get to be happy with your new body for, let's say forty years, and then when that's up I come collect your pretty lil' soul and take you down to hell, and you get to be my pet'." Vixitana leans back against the couch armrest, smug. "They always sign."

"Wow." Helneth says breathlessly, flustered within an inch of her unlife and visibly tenting her skirt.

"That's so niiiice!" Coos Azaerixia. "Good for them!"

"Uh-huh." Says Vixitana, basking in the praise.

"And Mistress lets you do all that?" Asks Grezayla.

"Uh-huh! Since I don't ask for payment for what I do to 'em without asking and I did some extensive focus-testing, got the data that says girls would have really appreciated having this happen to 'em, it's all above board. You should get in on it sugar! I may not look like much right now since it's still a pretty new division, but once the time's up on all those contracts? Ooooh, lil' Vicky is gonna be drownin' in souls."

"Wow." She says. "And you think we can workshop this into something for Feathers? Since it doesn't require any fleshcraft at the start?"

"Huh?" Vixitana says blankly. "Oh, sure, maybe? I mostly just wanted to talk about how fun the job usually is."

"Ah."

"It-" Helneth squeaks. "It does sound really fun. Both for you, and for, um, whoever, is um, lucky enough to-"

"Wanna roleplay with me, doll? Get some hands-on experience with what it's like?" Vixitana asks, making a jacking-off motion to emphasize what she means by hands-on.

Helneth nods meekly, and Azaerixia claps her hands together in excitement.

"Ohmygosh can I help? It sounds so so so fun!"

Grezayla manages to scribble down a quick note about giving Feathers a bit of a push into a makeover before she's dragged, giggling, into helping to undress Helneth.

[working-dreamer]

I’m still seeing on occasion people saying they don’t like Eggman’s development in Frontiers because it takes away his villainy.

But my dudes. I think his villainy can only go deeper because of this development.

Why?

Because for the first time in his life Eggman has someone to fight for.

[yagirlomega]

Saga could make such horrible games but still pump out amazing music. The sonic franchise has no right to make music this great.

[sakuraswordly]

Connect to this hint:

And Some things are beautiful because they cannot be obtained 1(Tsofph Concept )

As Enkidu said

His name "Sonic" is not his real name or Sonic never had his real name in the first place. He's alone from the beginning since he opened his eyes. He's emptiness in the past.

"My name.......who am I.....?"

Until Punch and Gilgamesh gave their childhood personality for Sonic to be able to create his personality.

Even so Sonic's still a part of "Punch" even the name "Sonic" is just the name of Punch and Gilgamesh's original alien or non-human species. And there were only these two people left in the species that was bound by blood to the god of nothingness, Tsubasa.(And only they can get the power of Mystic eyes of death perception including Sonic as well) But Punch and Gilgamesh can't go back to being "Sonic" species again so they give "Sonic" as his name. Sonic will remind them in the path of Shadow to be able to find a light in the darkness and never forget what they used to be. That's why Sonic is very important to Punch and Gilgamesh. And Punch and Gilgamesh love Sonic so much.

Even Sonic's life is not tragic but his life is still sad in my view. And that's why this is what it meant in "Vandalize my heart" in Sonic Frontiers.

Vandalize my heart also connect to Sonic VS Punch

Sonic always thought that being born into this world made Punch and Gilgamesh's lives suffer. They sacrifice everything for Sonic to be happy. (Or forget about them for Sonic not be hurt that's why Gilgamesh always stay from Sonic. All he did was just observe and watch) That's why Sonic hurt so much. "Vandalize my heart" is the symbol story of "Sonic Crowe".

[angstandhappiness]

INTRIGUING

Sonic Cyber Revolution/Sonic the Hedgehog Analyzer (Masterlist)

Sonic Cyber Revolution

Sonic the Hedgehog, an Irregular ARNav, usually spends his days racing across Neos City and living his best life. The Blue Blur is always in the search for the next adventure along with his friends, but when trouble calls, be it in the form of aggressive Irregular ARNavs, secret government projects, dangerous rivals, like Metal Sonic and Mephiles, or Dr. Eggman taking advantage of the advanced AR technology present in this universe to expand the Eggman Empire, there is nothing that will stop Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Amy, Silver, Shadow and their friends from taking on the challenge and protecting those they care about.

Keep reading

[seastarconstellation]

Draco Malfoy, the ultimate Diagon Ally according to JKR apparently?Happy Pride🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

[staticmonitor]

she blows a huge puff of weed smoke in your face - wyd?

[beleth]

“The government has introduced a policy driven by political ideology, which will harm 2SLGBTQIA+ students. Similar policies in other provinces have been analyzed by child advocates and deemed to be unconstitutional. This policy raises questions of human rights and is in opposition to the United Nations Convention on the Rights of the Child,” the STF release read.

@politicsofcanada @allthecanadianpolitics

[caustic-caffeine]

why have friends if you can’t psychically damage them?

first image: by me, of @void-in-the-sky ‘s characters bea and harper

second image: by @void-in-the-sky , of my characters francis and maddox

go send skye some support!!!

[scumbag-the-hedgehog]

The Nuclear Family in 2023

[mysdrymmumbles]

What does it say about me that I just saw a sweet post about how the moon said to the earth, "I will never leave you," and my first thought was, "Actually, the moon is slowly spinning away from us and will someday float off into space."

[spectrechosts]

Vandalize My Heart

My second longform piece, an 18+ story about a nun being tempted down to hell. It spans 10 chapters and 17,000 words. Fun fact: When I initially wrote this chapter for cohost the editor crashed and ate it and I had to rewrite the whole thing, which sucked. Website was loved but not perfect. I've made some edits for this reupload because I kinda rushed out the original as a result of that.

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The succubus emerged from the ground slowly, heat radiating from the summoning circle as it shimmered and rippled, reality coming apart at the seams to allow her passage.

She breathed deep, in through the nose, out through the mouth. It had been so long since she felt the cool air of the earth fill her lungs. She loudly cracked her neck, her crown of horns weighing her head down.

"What fool seeks to bargain with me?" She asked, slowly opening her eyes, letting them adjust.

She did not expect what she saw.

"I just had a question about demons, if that's okay." The diminutive nun in front of her said.

"Is this some kind of joke?"

"No, no it is not."

The girl trembled, clutching her bible to her chest like it would protect her. Like anything could protect her now, had she need of it.

"God's love is all encompassing, it is eternal." She said, voice shaky. "If you are real, then I know He is real."

"Debatable, on all counts." The demon purred. "But continue."

"I want to know why you would turn away from His light. What could possibly be worth it?"

"Are you asking for a demonstration?" She asked, licking her lips.

"I am asking for an explanation."

"How boring. And what do I get out of this?"

"Nothing. You answer to me, or you answer to the Lord." The nun said, brandishing a crucifix.

"Oh no, not the lord." The succubus said, rising to her full height. Her horns scraped the ceiling with a horrible sound as she walked toward the girl, making a point to step directly on the barrier of salt between them. It burned the sole of her foot, but she was far beyond caring about burns of all things. She loomed over the girl, fangs bared. "Tell me, is the lord here protecting you right now?"

"Y-Yes." The nun whimpered, eyes glued to the ground.

"Then why are you afraid?" The demon hissed. "You are impure. You perform witchcraft, you summon me in your god's house, you fear for your life and you lie that you are faithful."

The nun choked out a sob.

"But I am not your god." She continued, raising the girl's chin with a horrific claw. "The liars, the witches, the seekers of knowledge, I welcome them all with open arms. So here is the bargain I offer you: You will ask me one question, I will answer truthfully. I will ask you one question, and if you answer truthfully you may ask me another. If you lie, I will leave. Do you accept?"

"Yes." The girl whispered, eyes locked to hers.

"Good. Ask your first question."

"Do you miss being an angel?"

"Hah!" The demon laughed. "No."

"…Can you elaborate?"

"That's a second question."

The succubus looked the girl over. She was attractive, in a mortal sort of way. And while her faith wasn't pure, it was strong, gave her something to savor desecrating. And the repression, she could practically taste it on her.

She would do nicely.

"Are you a virgin?" She asked, as if she couldn't tell with a glance.

The nun went predictably red. Her shame was delectable.

"Y-Yes." She stammered. "Now, can you-"

She paused, thought better of her question.

"Why don't you miss being an angel?"

"Good catch. I don't miss being an angel because I can't miss what I've never had. How often do you masturbate?"

"It- It depends."

"Estimate."

"T-That's a second-"

"No it isn't." The demon said, grinning.

The nun groaned.

"Two or three times a week, I guess. Happy?"

"Very! Now-"

"That wasn't my question!" She whined.

"Well, then you shouldn't have asked it. But because I am nice, I will throw you a softball: What's your name?"

"It's Grace."

"How fitting."

"Who are you, if you aren't a fallen angel?"

"You truly don't know what you've summoned, do you? How adorable. I am Lilith, exile of Eden, mother of succubi." The demon said proudly, with an exaggerated bow. "At your service."

"Oh, oh no."

"Oh yes, little lamb. You've jumped into the proverbial deep end. Now, for my next question-"

"I-I would like to stop-"

Lilith clicked her tongue. "That isn't how the game is played, Grace. I gave you an answer, and I am owed one in return. But because I am so nice, I will give you your choice of two cruel questions. You may lie, but I will know. Question one: Do you masturbate to the thought of your fellow nuns?" She felt out the girl's desires, searching for an object of her repressed affections. "Sister… Isabela, perhaps?"

The girl went white as a sheet.

"And question two: Do you want me to fuck you?"

A vain question, but she was a sinner. The choice was a false one anyway, no matter the nun's answer she would reveal what Lilith wanted.

"I-I-I don't."

"You didn't pick a question. Regardless, you are a liar."

"You- You don't know-"

"Perhaps I do, perhaps I don't. But you know. Goodbye, Grace." Lilith said, before reality unraveled to allow her return to hell. "I look forward to seeing you again."

[working-dreamer]

Eyo what if Eggman’s next evil plan is to create an immortal version of himself via an AI so if something happens to him then he can live and try to make sure Sage will never be alone again take over the world for eternity.

[time-speculo]

One ok rock music is so good in sonic frontiers bro

[neko-naruto]

early/post-dystopia, cyberpunk and graffiti go hand in hand when it comes to writing and character design, no I will not be taking criticism cause I'm right

[eh-fandomtrash]

You know, you’re right. That was a bit of bad faith on my part. I am being totally sincere here when I say that I was speaking from a place of rage that was probably not relatable to other people.

I grew up in a neighborhood that had a lot of diversity and a lot of communal art and I saw it defaced with slurs and violent statements on a regular basis and it clearly caused me a huge amount of resentment and frustration that I need to unpack and process. I did not realize how deep that rage ran.

I’m going to go reflect on that.

That said, as someone who saw bad actors destroy community art, I think recognizing that we live in a climate where bigots feel emboldened to destroy communal artworks and defend their actions as “self expression” is important.

it's so funny how graffiti is like a non issue that effortlessly reveals peoples' reactionary tendencies.