#amys kind of just. doing the same thing to her again but shes fixing things

[bug4932]

she did the unthinkable to you and shes the only one who can fix it. wanting her is written in your very bones and its because she did the writing. she needs to do it again. youve spent years fighting to come to terms with what your life was going to be and the everythings changing so much and shes right there and you feel sick and you feel happy and shes sorry and shes telling you shes going to make it better now and youre starting to get a sense of deja vu

[what-gs-watching]

“Breathe it in baby, because I am EXUDING and I am one of a kind.”

Okay so, I fell behind in Doctor Who because I’ve been job searching for like seven fucking months and a few weeks ago one came up that could be a good fit so I was trying to super focus on doing well through the interview loop even though I was pretty sure it wasn’t going to amount to anything because I’d gone through a ton of interview loops by that point but 

Y’ALL, I GOT THAT JOB! My horrible, soul-sucking ordeal is finally over, the paperwork is signed and I have a start date and everything has settled. Which means, I can finally catch up on 15 and my girl Ruby. 

Let’s gooooo!

73 Yards

Alright, I know there was upset around this episode because everyone is like ‘what the eff does it mean?’ but ooooh, I really enjoyed it. It was creepy as HELL and it just never stopped.

Wherein, Ruby and the Doctor pop over to Wales (this mofo really spends much too much time in Wales) and while on a cliffside, he steps on something AGAIN!!!!! and everything goes wrong.

Baby boy, did you not learn anything from the mine? Do you not take a scan around when you land somewhere, or are you just too excited about being adorable in your little yellow jacket and the hat and the stripes? You look fantastic, I get it, but peep down at those cute ass boots once in a while. 

I have to say, I’m impressed by Millie Gibson in this episode. It’s a lot of pressure to put on her to carry the entire thing, and she did it really well. How devastating is it to have your best friend disappear, realize you’re being followed by some crazy apparition that literally scares anyone and everyone away from you? 

Without any explanation. That’s the part that gets me. She becomes a piranha with this horrific THING attached to her and everyone she begs for help leaves her. Eve her MOTHER! It’s a mind fuck.

And I really wasn't sure where the episode was going, so I was excited for Kate Lethbridge-Stewart to show up, I was like ‘yeah let’s get UNIT into this mess’ and then she’s affected too and oh hell, that’s like, the last line of defense. 

Ruby, completely and utterly alone. And they just make her live out her entire life like that. And she tries to fix it, of course, the whole thing with the Welsh politician was a really good attempt babe, I would have done the same thing but then that doesn’t even work?!

And so everyone is all ruffled because, what was the point of it, really? What was the message, what was the meaning??!

Was she actually the apparition? If not, who was she? And then, it just ends and none of it ever really happened at all and there’s absolutely no resolution. 

Why do we love making companions live these horrible alternate timelines? How many times did we make Amy live different lives? I feel like she at least remembered most of them. But with Ruby in this one, there’s no lesson. She learns nothing, neither of them do.

But still, I loved the creeping sense of unease, so I guess I don’t really need all the details.

Dot and Bubble

I’m simultaneously annoyed and intrigued by shows that keep telling me allegories about the dangers of technology and how dependent we are on it. So far, it’s mostly been annoyed, but oh my god y’all really hit the nail on the head with this one.

Wherein, a bunch of privileged youths are existing in a perfect society that enables them to basically LIVE social media, literally surrounded by a bubble that feeds them other people’s inanity all day long. 

One thing I have to say about this episode is that the angles are something else. Lindy, the girl we’re seeing everything through is alternately absolutely beautiful, and kind of weird looking? She’s got perfect social media face. Is that a weird thing to say? I stand by it. It’s like she’s covered in the perfect ring light. It was distracting. And probably part of the point. 

Basically, this girl has no idea that there are monsters in her fake ass society that are eating her friends, and she is very not into the Doctor and Ruby trying to help her. Like, they’re trying to get her out of danger, only to find out that she doesn’t have any idea how to walk without wearing her ‘bubble’ is so deeply disturbing. Watching this girl say “forward” to convince herself to move is amazing and upsetting on a lot of different levels. 

And then out of nowhere, media star Ricky September shows up and he literally starts giving her directions like the bubble would do and I’m like ‘okay that’s interesting’, we’re subverting the idea that this incredibly popular personality is a vapid idiot because it turns out he READS and he’s taking pity on this girl that is literally a shell of a person without the aid of technology. And it was so sweet. 

Basically, this episode is infuriating because at one point Lindy hugs Ricky and tells him she’s never been hugged before (even though we know she at least has a mother) but THEN later, when the Doctor tells her everyone is being killed in alphabetical order and Ricky is trying to fight off the dot that is literally trying to murder her, she RATS HIM OUT. His real last name starts with C, he should be dead already. 

Confusingly innocent and absolutely cut throat at the same time? I guess if you live your entire life exclusively online you don’t go through things that would actually cultivate compassion? Which honestly, is not an unfounded idea. That should make y’all feel queasy. 

And to make it all exponentially worse, they flat out tell the Doctor they can’t accept his help because he’s not “one of us”. Just straight up, really gross, really overt racism. 

15, honey, I get it, but please  don’t beg racists to let them save you. You’re too good for this world, babes. That gut wrenching shout though? Absolute perfection. And the tears. You marvelous thing. 

TL;DR Humanity is disgusting and technology will continue to feed our uglier tendencies. I felt that one deep in my damn bones.

Rogue

Okay hear me out. This episode is EVERYTHING. 

Y’all know I have a thing for boys in love. And I also have a thing for the Doctor flirting with basically anyone. I don’t particularly have a thing for the regency era necessarily, but I AM about incredible costumes and ridiculous plots. 

I was honest to god squealing this entire episode.

Wherein, 15 and Ruby show up to a ball in 1813 so they can pretend they’re in Bridgerton, meet a handsome young bounty hunting rake, talk a LOT about cosplaying, and deal with bird???! aliens???

There are a million details I loved in this one. The orchestra playing an instrumental version of “Bad Guy” and then later “Pokerface”. The absolutely incredible suit they put on 15. 

Not to mention: JONATHAN GROFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Loved him in Mindhunter, loved him in Glee (before it got absolutely ridiculous and when I didn’t know any better) but holy shiiiiiit I would watch him as Rogue every. damn. day. 

River Song will always and forever be my number one love for the Doctor, but I was absolutely immediately charmed by Rogue. I’m not sure why, and it doesn’t really matter. 

How absolutely adorable was the psychic paper displaying “you’re hot”? Or the bit where the Doctor figures out Rogue’s ship is wired for sound and the system blares “Can’t Get Your Outta My Head” and he lip syncs along while Rogue dies of embarrassment? 

The entire episode was just two dorks flirting and my heart was so happy. I don’t know why, but when 15 started singing “Pure Imagination” while showing Rogue around the Tardis, I thought I was going to die. 

I love that he can be so carefree and fun and adorable, but also extremely emotional and unafraid to show it. We’ve seen so many different facets of 15 already, and his obvious and silly flirty self is definitely my favorite part so far. 

Also, the fact that the Chuldur (again, bird aliens I guess? Sure) were basically just a race that went around cosplaying other people was so camp. I’ve seen a lot of posts about how the newest theory is that 15 and Ruby are somehow in some weird sort of tv show universe this season, and this episode definitely fuels that a little bit. 

And maybe y’all are onto something with that, but I honestly don’t care to figure out what’s going on, I just want to be along for the ride.

Of course though, we can’t have an episode that’s all fun and games. The Doctor went all in on shooting his shot with Rogue and it distracted him and it put Ruby in trouble, because of course. Maybe we should stop promising random mothers that their kids are gonna be safe? Doctor, baby, you know that they aren’t always going to be safe. 

But if you weren’t charmed by Rogue before that point, you had to jump on his bandwagon when he pushes Ruby out of the transport trap and just says “Find me” before he’s blasted away with the stupid birds to some far off dimension. 

BALLER MOVE, baby boy. Baller ass move. Because ya know what? 15 is not going to be able to resist that. And you know how I know? Because that boy put your ring on his finger and I will ship the fuck out of you two forever and ever because of that. 

The doctor has definitely been known to  kiss people he’s only just met, but this time might be in the top 3. I thought Madame de Pompadour was good? Nah girl, ya bumped down. This kiss was better. Just me sat on the couch with heart eyes for days.

So yeah, I think I’ve decided I like letting a few stack up so I can watch them in a row. Watching them boomerang between crazy scenarios and thinking about all of that at the same time is more fun. 

I’m loving this season. It’s ridiculous, it’s different, it’s a bunch of things I didn’t even realize I wanted. Gimme more pleaaaaase.

[eleonkraken]

Ignore this post I'm just going insane about Chibnall era Doctor Who again.

These characters are so empty of heart and they go nowhere and essentially everything they do or say they only do in the capacity of being plot devices. It's like once the writers had the plot figured out they had to shoehorn the characters into it. Every single episode.

In Rose's first episode she's the one who takes out the nestene consciousness when the Doctor is incapacitated. In Donna's first episode, despite being a bit of a plot device herself, she's the one who sees that the Doctor shouldn't travel alone and alerts him to that. In Martha's first episode, she's the one who actively chooses to sacrifice her last breaths to save the Doctor so he can save everybody in the hospital. In Amy's first episode, she gets to be angry and hold the Doctor accountable for making promises he couldn't keep. In Bill's first episode, her curiosity and stubbornness is what essentially pulls the Doctor out of hibernation.

They all have thoughts and feelings and drives and motivations that shape the stories they're in and the decisions they make. They grow over the course of their tenure. They're not perfect characters, but they have a distinct core personality which drives them to do things that make a difference to the story they're in.

You'll notice I didn't mention Clara's first episode, and that's because series 7 is badly written compared to s1-6 and s8-10. That Clara is a plot device, and her character flip flops between different character traits largely without reason as it befits the plot of each episode. But in s8, they mostly fix that issue by settling on an arrogant, ambitious, fearless version of her. And when they take away someone she loves in the series finale, we get to see what that specific kind of character is capable of under those circumstances. Who she is, who she has been that whole season, is what makes that story happen.

That's compelling. That's engaging. That makes you care.

Are there equivalent moments for Chib's companions? How do their feelings and motivations make a difference to the story? How do those things progress from where they start to when they leave the Doctor?

Martha realizes she needs to leave because staying with someone she loves who doesn't quite love her back is harmful. Amy has to leave because she loves Rory so much that even the risk of not ending up in the same place or time is preferable to staying with the Doctor and not even trying. Clara's own hubris is why she ultimately has to leave the Doctor (yes, it should have killed her, but either way it's a punishment because she has to leave him forever).

Why does Yaz leave?

What is Yaz's Face the Raven moment? What's her Parting of the Ways moment? What's her Fires of Pompeii moment? What's her Forest of the Dead moment? What's her Pyramid at the End of the World moment? Please let me know if it exists and I've missed it.

[marzipanandminutiae]

Mind you I've never read LW but i kinda enjoyed the 2019 movie, why did you hate it? (Maybe i just wanna put Timothee Ch on a leash) feel free to go off 🌷

So, the costumes sucked from a historical perspective. Which would be less Objectively Bad and more Just Not My Thing...if the designers hadn't gone ON AND ON AT LENGTH about how ~Authentic~ they tried to make everything.

Didn't claim accuracy and didn't do accuracy: meh, whatever

DID claim accuracy and didn't do accuracy, AND won an Oscar for it: urge to kill rising

the hair design was particularly egregious, with the designer at one point saying they chose [checks notes] insane flyaways and half-up hair on adult women (who would have worn their hair entirely pinned up, for practical reasons and as a cultural marker of adulthood) because that seemed "more authentic than coiffures"

MORE AUTHENTIC

THAN THE WAY ACTUAL WOMEN BACK THEN

WORE THEIR ACTUAL HAIR

AS DEMONSTRATED IN PHOTOGRAPHS- EVEN CANDIDS -AND PORTRAITS

"blee bloo they didn't have hairspray!!!" THEY HAD POMADE. HAVING YOUR HAIR VERY SMOOTH WAS THE STYLE IN THE 1860S, EVEN FOR POOR WOMEN, AND MASSIVE FLYAWAYS ARE HUGELY IMPRACTICAL, AND NOT ALL FIXATIVES ARE HAIRSPRAY YOU ABSOLUTE-

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apart from the hair, there were fit issues and at least one case of Trying To Copy the 1994 Movie, But Worse (Amy's black and white dress in Paris).

1994. the pattern is soutache, a kind of applied trim done with flat cord that was very popular throughout the mid-late 19th century

2019. You cannot tell me the choice to have her in a white dress with black floral patterning, in effectively the exact same scene, was a coincidence.

also I'm pretty sure there was one shot with an actress visibly wearing Uggs. (EDIT- thankfully I am informed that this is a set photo and the Uggs were not visible in the finished film. i had forgotten this. good to know! leaving the pic there because STUPID HAIR and HATLESSNESS)

also the Pretty Pastel Princess Dresses (with overly fluffy attempts at bertha collars) and Matching Long Gloves (wrist gloves were popular for evening back then, and they were almost always white) in the Concord ball scene.

is it a Civil War-era ball, or is it a parade of "southern belles" at Cypress Gardens in 1995? leaning towards the latter.

once again, the choice to put Meg in pink for the ball instead of her book-described blue dress is something 1994 did first, and did better IMO

also Meg's 2015 Coachella wedding look, the fact that none of these girls from a poor family seemed to wear each other's old clothes ever, and the lazy choice to dress Jo in half-menswear instead of actually looking into menswear-inspired women's clothing in the era (which was a Thing!). but more than just the costumes pissed me off

they just...didn't seem to understand the era, or want to, or care? it was a bunch of little things that served to make it all more #relatable to modern audiences but ultimately undermined the setting:

Marmee telling a random young man she's never properly met to call her Marmee, because "everyone does." her DAUGHTERS call her that. her ACTUAL CHILDREN. who the hell else would? it's not a derivative of her name; it's a variant of Mama. Laurie can graduate to Marmee when he's an actual family friend

Jo wearing some of Laurie's clothing because "she stole it when they were hanging out in his room," according to an interview. um, NO NO AND NO, they are teenagers and that would distinctly not fly on several levels even in her progressive family. I might actually buy this if it were like "he gave them some clothes for an amateur theatrical and she kept them;" the actual Alcott sisters had a costume trunk for their plays, which is still on display at their house. but these writers clearly think a teenage boy and girl could be in his bedroom together unsupervised, for long periods of time, habitually, in 1860-whatever. which is absolutely incorrect

Jo saying "okay" in refusing Laurie's proposal. this is so tiny, I know, but while that term did already exist, it was a joke phrase only. this would be like saying "lol" while turning down your best friend's proposal today. once again, it's an example of Relatability mattering more than actually understanding the world these characters lived in

there are more, but I've blocked them out. I just really, really hated it on many levels

[besidesitstoowarm]

"The Beast Below" thoughts

when i was in college i took a sci-fi class and once a week one of us had to find some movie clip/ep of tv/short story to make the rest of the class watch so we could discuss. stupid me, i thought watching this story, a bottle episode of the most famous sci-fi show in the world with a cool setting and interesting, debatable moral dilemma, might make a good topic of class conversation. instead it turned into mostly bitching about how much moffat sucks. anyway i love this episode

future spaceship london, some poor kid gets a bad grade and gets sent to what looks like an incinerator. amy floats out of the tardis w the doctor holding her leg, which makes for good trailer/promo imaging but also like, that's just amy. death wish amy. she does not give a fuck, she found her imaginary friend and she is riding him til the wheels fall off. figuratively but also literally

eleven tells amy they need to be like a nature documentary "i never get involved in the affairs of other peoples or planets" at this point my boyfriend goes "that's the only thing you do!!" eleven quickly deduces they're in a police state and says he's going to "stay out of trouble. badly."

amy goes to help a crying girl and gets almost attacked by a scorpion and abducted by the secret police. eleven investigates why there is no engine running and meets liz 10. amy is taken to a voting booth where "you have the right to know the truth....you may protest or forget" we see an evil montage in her eyes and she slams FORGET. the screen then shows her a video of herself saying to leave w the doctor immediately and don't let him investigate

he shows up and slams PROTEST cause he's messy like that. they go to the incinerator which is not an incinerator it's a mouth. and they get vomited. liz 10 reminds us that victoria knighted and exiled him on the same day and references the virgin queen debacle again "you bad, bad boy" so we confirm narratively she is in fact elizabeth the tenth, queen of this spaceship. she is so beautiful it makes me want to throw up. she's also basically just river song i must say

we go to the tower of london (dungeon) and learn the spaceship is on the back of a whale and they're torturing it to make it go. they can 1. keep torturing the whale, 2. free the whale which will doom the entire ship, or 3. lobotomize the whale so it's not in pain but the citizens live. eleven is FURIOUS at making this choice, they realize amy hit FORGET so that they could leave without eleven having to make this choice. it's rich. "you don't ever decide what i need to know" "nobody HUMAN has anything to say to me today" i don't know what i would do, in that instance!

luckily. amy remembers what liz said about the whale showing up. "it came bc it couldn't stand to watch your children cry" i want to cry just hearing this. "if you were that old and that kind and the very last of your kind, you couldn't just stand there and watch children cry" do you get it. it's fine they'll say it out loud later. she slams ABDICATE which was liz's version of protest and surprise, the whale does NOT abandon them! bc it loves them and wants to keep them safe! "you could've killed everyone on this ship" "you could've killed a star whale" i like that. eleven recognizes amy could have doomed a ship of people like herself, and she in turn recognizes he was ready to almost-kill an alien, the last of its kind. the same kind of agony, the same impossible choice

"all that pain and misery and loneliness and it just made it kind" Do You Get It. i like that amy was the one to have the 3rd-option-brain-blast, that was a very doctor thing to do. she fucked up and then she fixed it! i think this is a wonderful, empathetic story, and iirc the next one is pretty mid but i love the skittles daleks so lfg

[caffeine-clouds]

Me again! I think it goes without saying Sonic Frontiers had some great writing and fixed a lot of characters. Assuming the writing stays the same, who do you think should be the next character to have their personality fixed? I think Shadow!

Hello again anon! Oho! I absolutely agree with you there - I think Shadow needs some depth the most out of the cast right now. Silver is mostly fine - he just needs things to do, Rouge is pretty consistent - but each game will use a slider to determine how selfish or not selfish she is, and Blaze... yeah she's fine, just give her some damn screentime.

Shadow is the glaring, gaping hole that needs to be addressed. So in a world where I somehow snuck into SEGA headquarters and wrote Shadow's character for the next game - I wanted to say how I'd approach his character:

The less appealing way, to me, is to make him act back how he was in the 06 era. I LOVE 06 Shadow, he's my favourite Shadow - but that version of him is a far cry from the personality we've seen from him in the past decade. I wouldn't complain if this happened but I think there's a smarter way to go about this.

In much the same way as Tails was dealt with - I would achknowledge Shadow's portrayals in the latest games and comics - all his assholery, all of his fat ego in the way, and just not giving a damn about the people around him because SEGA decided he's not allowed to have friends now.

So take this asshole, and what do you do with him?

You humble him.

You get him a villain that just absolutely wrecks shop and kicks his shit in so hard that he's forced to rethink his life decisions. Let Shadow be confident entering in - like it's a rehash of Shadow vs. Infinite - but unlike with Infinite, this antagonist trumps him in every single way. This man's ego needs to be stripped the fuck down for any change in his character to happen.

He gets his ass beaten so hard that Sonic, Rouge, Omega or WHOEVER has to come save him, and they have to retreat

Cowards run, I win - Okay bitch, let me put you in a situation you're forced to run from. Is your outlook the same?

The game ensues with Shadow basically being hellbent on destroying this antagonist and trying to fall back into his old habits - but as the story goes on it becomes increasingly clearer that he needs the help of his allies.

Bonus points - I'd want a scene where Shadow's behaviour is actually called out by any of the prior characters, or hell - you want a callback? Let Amy do it - but I want a character to say to his face just how much of a nuisance he's been.

He learns to realise throughout the plot that those around him are not a burden - and are in fact very useful, he learns more about each of his peers - and sees that they all want to give him their friendship and that hey - kindness is kind of nice, actually. Maybe Shadow can admit to why he's been acting the way he has to Rouge and Omega - and finally recieve some damn consoling

I think of a fear of getting close to people is a viable explanation considering a certain blonde 12 year old. Shadow's moved on from tying himself to Maria's last dying wish - but it's undeniable that she and her death has impacted his psyche in many more ways. I hate to beat a dead horse but just as with Tails' recent cowardice in Forces - I did want to explain his turn in character.

In the end - he's able to defeat the villain with the help of his friends. He doesn't end the story with a completely different personality - not at all. On the other end, he's still got a large ego and he's our usual broody blunt man - but he's come out of the story with the realization that it's okay to be vulnerable and lean on others when he needs it. His strongest bonds are still with Rouge and Omega - and he makes the move to properly repair his relationship with them - officially forming Team Dark that will move forward together from now on.

Shadow isn't attached by the hip to them, per say - he has his independence streak, but now - he does actually have at least 2 friends that he works with frequently. But I hope his bond with the others would get to be strengthened as well. His relationship with Sonic is still complicated, but a little less hostile on Shadow's end now.

So yeah, SEGA decided Team Dark aren't a team anymore - so fuck it, I'll just make them a team a second time because I care too much.

Sorry I went on a tangeant because of your ask, anon! But this was really fun to explore. Thank you so much for the question :)

[beloveddawn-blog]

Find the Word

Tagged by @tabswrites

Tagging: @evilgabe29 @squarebracket-trickster @coffeeangelinabox and @leahnardo-da-veggie

Your words will be: provoke, kind, pet, and blue

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Tear (from a Pokemon Sword fanfic)

Hop narrowed his eyes at his brother, uncertain of the validity of his brother’s statement. “You don’t convince her to do anything. You forward me her schedule and tell me I’m her secretary and to ‘hop to’.”

Leon shrugged, unrepentant. “She doesn’t answer my phone calls at the moment. Said she was busy with something that wasn’t rewarding nosiness. But you, little brother, she answers every time. Answers and shows up on time.”

He ducked his head, unexpectedly bashful over the strange praise. “I’ve known her for a long time, and we were rivals. We’ve just got a really close rapport is all.”

“Plus you always invite her over for tea after.” His brother shot back, an odd glint in his eye.

Hop had no idea what he was getting at. “Of course I do. She’s my friend and I miss her. Plus both Rillaboom and Dubwool sulk if I don’t. They’re very attached.”

Lee laughed so hard he ended up grabbing his ribs and wheezing. “Yes, I’m sure it’s just those two that miss her.” He replied, wiping a tear away. Hop frowned at him.

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Gasp

“Zach, you have been poisoned.” Katya insisted, giving him a light shake. “I need your help to free Amy, but you cannot do anything unless we clear the poison from your veins, but I cannot take you underwater and I don’t know of any healers on land.”

He blinked at her, then looked down at his arm. “Oh. I can fix that.” He placed his right hand over the tear in his left sleeve and pushed his healing magic through himself. There was no finesse in it whatsoever, and his veins lit up with fire as magic raced through his blood. Even his skin glowed as his pain peaked and he felt for one moment of pure fear that he was going to burn up from the inside out…

And then it was over, and he was left gasping and staring in shock at Katya, who was looking at him with a concern he usually only saw directed at Amy.

Katya poked gently at his face. “Are you… well?”

Zach shook his head. “No, but I’m not dying. Nothing about that was fun, let’s not do that again. It’s not important. I need your help to find Amy. That’s what’s important now.”

Katya grinned at him. “This is why you’re my favourite human.”

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Scream (from a Sun Haven fanfic)

“I… I never wanted them to fight .” Lucius replied, aghast and once again heartbroken. “If I knew it was going to cause this I would never …”

“Don’t be sorry.” A new voice drawled next to him, causing him to jump again. He looked to the side and found the demon (who must be Sass, she was the only one of this friend group he didn’t know) smirking up at him as she flipped her dark hair back over her shoulder. “And don’t be stupid. They’re not fighting, they’re having fun.”

He blinked at her, entirely taken aback. “They’re literally throwing things at each other. And screaming.” He deadpanned, unable to even conceive of the right emotion for this.

“Exactly.” She replied with a decisive nod. “Fun.” She took a pointed sip of the smoothie she was carrying, then grabbed a second one from her belt pouch and offered it to him. “Want to have a drink and watch the show?”

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Scar (a two for one as it's used twice in the same way in one page, from a WIP sequel to one of my favourite short stories)

“Who am I?” I thundered, the automatic reverberation built into my mask’s voicebox kicking in with the volume. “WHO AM I??? You dare to question me, and my credentials, as if the city isn’t still scarred from me? As if citizens don’t still quake in terror at the mention of me? As if the county hasn’t retired my colours like they were a goddamn number on a hockey jersey because of all the chaos they still inspire?” I had stalked closer as I spoke, venom so obviously radiating from me it may as well be visible.

Goldfish-Fucker cowered before me, and even That Asshole flinched back from my caustic vitriol. Give him credit, though, he rallied surprisingly well in the face of my terrifying visage and unnerving musical accompaniment.

Look, it was actually a great idea. Playing sub-audible music clues was such an easy way to sway people into the emotional range I wished them to be in. Currently it was The Imperial March. 

“No one has heard from, or even of you since that last great fight.” He insisted, hideous bulbous eyes lighting up as he came up with a rebuttal. As if this was fair, or logical, or some sort of formal debate he could win if he only made the right argument.

As if this wasn’t simply his life hanging by a thread and at my whim.

I laughed at him, high and cruel and designed to drag claws up and down his spine, shredding him as they went. “The city is still scarred from that last great fight.” I reminded him, unable to help glancing towards That Asshole. I knew he still cried about it, the big baby. “I have no interest in a pyrrhic victory. The city is of no use to me if it has been razed. My reach is not contained by my physical dimensions, even if yours is. Similarly, I will gain no pleasure from watching my nemesis scramble while his beloved city falls willingly into my hand if he is pre-broken. When I have finished securing my power in areas a little less paranoid and gun-shy, I will delight in watching this protected metropolis attempt to hold out as some sort of supposed bastion of righteousness, the desperate defence led by this man. And he would have led it. I would have removed the foundation stones of his retirement one. Block. At. A. Time until he had no other choice." I smiled again, my mask twisting grotesquely to follow it. It had taken me weeks to make the Lovecraftian-style Uncanny Valley of it the right balance of effortless and disturbing.

[capybaraonabicycle]

Hiii!! :) I am curious how you sort the #5: Companion's parents (+ assorted family members)

Hi! Thank you!! I didn't manage to include all of them - some I just don't have a strong opinion on (like most of Moffat parents, that really wasn't the focus of his series, was it?) others I am undecided on and I am sure I also forgot about a few. Also, I've only watched Newwho. But here you go, there is still a large number of family members in the end:

I'll blabber a little about it under the cut if you like :) Also, because I am not quite sure whether everyone is recognisable 😅

But anyway thank you so much for the ask, this was fun!

Since most of them are on the same spectrum from travelling to booping, let's start at the left bottom corner and work our way up and around:

Obviously, Najia Khan is the one I would most like to travel with - okay, I guess that isn't actually obvious except to me. It might have something to do with the fact that I already knew Shobna Gulati from Everybody's talking about Jamie, but I saw Najia and went "I like her, I trust her, she's perfect." And then everything that happened confirmed that. She's cool, she's badass, she's constantly trying to set her daughter up. (Which is obviously overstepping a line but also so mum). I don't know why but I am pretty certain we could work really well together. But also she's not very cuddly, so she rates lowest on the boop scale.

Then come the three people I know would be great at time and space travel. Brian did very well all things considered, he even had some fun on that spaceship. And he's just very sweet, so I definitely want to hug him, too <3 (That said, he is on the very right of the three because I am a little angry with him for playing favourites with Amy over Rory - but I don't actually want to punch him.) And Eileen and Neville, come on. They were Sontaran fighters within a week (?). They'd be badass timetravel companions and they seem like fun people to be around as well.

Then Francine, slightly higher up because she gets a few less trust and a few more affection points. I love her, a lot. And I would trust her to be a competent and kind travel companion. But she hurt Martha and herself on accident by trusting the wrong person, which - while totally understandable - might initially stand between us more than, say, the playing favourites thing of Brian's. Plus, I absolutely adore her and a hug from her could probably fix me, so the desire to hug her is much higher than for the other four.

I obviously don't want to punch Grace, not even a little bit, but she is on the same step as Francine and there is only that much space here. But yeah, definitely would travel with her in a heartbeat (we would see so many frogs, can you imagine??) But also I think a hug from her would actually be perfection.

I want to date Tish, so that puts her perfectly in the middle between travel and boop. She has such a nice aura, she is kind and driven and curious and I kinda wish she would have travelled with the TARDIS in s3. That would definitely have led to some change in 10's comportment towards Martha and we could have had sister dynamics! (Then again, there's the family of blood arc, maybe rather not. It's bad enough Martha had to go through that. On the other hand, the ending of s3 is not better at all.)

I would like to travel with both Wilf and Jackie and I am pretty sure that'd work out reasonably well in either case. But also they are precious and I want to hug both so bad.

And Sonya and Hakim are just the most beloved characters, please, please let me hug them and have dinner with them! I am sure I would love Hakim's food: everyone (= my sisters) says they don't like my father's food either but it's my favourite, so i am sure it'd be the same with Hakim! And afterwards Sonya could explain video games to me :) I don't need to travel with them, and I am not sure they would make the best travelling companions for me, but just one night at their place, for conspiracy theories and games, please!

Sylvia would definitely have been further down in the punch corner if not for the 60th anniversary special. Now I still want to give her a stern talking to for how she messed up Donna, but I also want to boop her gently for getting this much better and trying her best with Rose and keeping her family safe.

Moira is only below her, because I care about her less in either direction. I still want to punch some sense into her (verbally, probably) because she has literally the best possible adoptive daugther and she speaks to her like that??? Woman, do yourself a favour and get to know Bill? Like, you are so lucky to be living with her, HOW are you not seeing that? She is also a tiny bit in the 'want to travel time and space with' direction because if you could just make her see, you know?

[cutegirlmayra]

Here we go again~

(Combining prompts to hopefully get through my inbox tons more quickly! DON’T SUBMIT A PROMPT TO INBOX, THEY ARE CLOSED my lovely Cuties XD)

Prompt:

“Is he gonna be okay, Vanilla?”

Sonic had rushed from a recent deadly fight with Eggman, where Tails had sacrificed his biplane and risked his life to protect Sonic from a finishing move. After taking care of Eggbutt, Sonic found the crash and Tails pretty badly wounded.

Not to mention he seemed to have caught an infection, and while moving through the brisk wind at rapid speeds, it wasn’t helping Tails feel any comfort against the pain.

Vanilla’s was the closest, “I... was worried I wasn’t fast enough.” Sonic admitted, having seen Tails waning and quickly diverted from heading to the City to someone he trusted.

Cream was out with Cheese, so it was just Vanilla and Amy having a tea party, before Sonic arrived with a serious look of need... and his eyes showing how drastic things really were.

Amy immediately took over for Vanilla after they could do all within their power, and after a doctor came and left, Amy took over providing for Tails while Vanilla felt it best to check on Sonic...

“He may need a... different kind of touch.” Vanilla sweatdropped, trying to be sensitive as Amy was insisting she could talk to Sonic, but Vanilla knew their history... Although Amy was extremely kindhearted, it may be hard for Sonic to want to show any weakness to her, knowing how much she admires his heroic nature...

Besides... sometimes, a man needs to drop all facades and just be raw...

Sonic needed someone who he didn’t have to inspire or play tough for... he needed someone that could do that for him.

“I’ll be right back, Amy.” Vanilla put a loving hand to her shoulder, as Amy slumped a bit, her eyebrows bending but she accepted that maybe Vanilla knew more about this then she did.

She looked to Tails, quickly getting the wetwash cloth and dabbing his face.

Vanilla moved down the stairs, lightly lifting her dress before peeking out into the living room and smiling at the brooding Hedgehog.

His hands were down on his spread legs, back leaning forward and eyes fixed on the ground in a serious expression...

So much on one person’s heart and mind...

She gently walked into his space, careful to not make too much sound. “Tails is doing just fine.” she knew that was the first thing he wanted to know, and what he truly wanted to hear.

Sonic’s mouth parted from the hard line of contemplation and concern it had worn, to look up and see the kind look in Vanilla’s empathic eyes.

He gave her a small smile, “Heh.” He seemed relieved.

She came over and sat down by him, happily remaining calm to see how he was doing, “You, on the other hand,... How are you holding up, Sonic?”

Sonic looked back at the ground, losing his smile a moment. “Eggman... my fights with him are getting more... dangerous.” he admitted, and looked up towards the window. “Tails, Amy,... even Cream... they’re all so young.” he definitely had a lot to think about while he waited for the girls and the doctor to help out Tails.

She listened quietly, before nodding her head and looking down with a more sweet sorrow. “Yes, I can see that... and Knuckles, although older, can be a bit childish sometimes himself with that temper of his.” she giggled, “But I rather find him quite mature thanks to you three.” she then looked out the window as well, seeing the dark night sky... “Of course I worry for Cream’s safety... any mother would... but I know and believe that she will become the woman she was meant to be... by following her heart in all things.” She looked to Sonic, “I also believe you inspire your friends to do the same. To have the best of themselves realized because you, yourself, believe in them. That part of themselves... it’s completely derived from their meeting you.”

Sonic put his hands together, groaning slightly under the weight of that... but also, feeling a bit stronger from those words, too.

Vanilla gently rose her shoulders up, tilting her head to give Sonic a comforting closed-eyed smile, “No matter what, they choose their own course and destinies. They wish to share in your burdens, so that--although not alone--you are also all carrying the same weight of the world’s future. Together, you are the next generation of heroes that will put an end to this strife against the evil and mean machines of which... Eggman currently controls.” she looked up and placed a hand on Sonic’s back, gently rubbing it. “The responsiblity... of keeping conquerers away from the nature we enjoy so much, the lives of which we all choose to sustain... that can be a heavy burden for anyone... but you children inspire me every day... I feel at peace, knowing my little girl and you all are fighting so hard and with everything you have to keep us safe... you’re becoming the heroes of tomorrow, by being the heroes of today.” she then removed her hand and brought it to his shoulder, pulling him towards her and lowering her head to rest on top of his own. “Such a difficult task you’ve all chosen for your lives... one that will never be easier to bear... but you’ll always have each other. That love you share as one... will help you defeat any evil that comes your way... in this young life, and in the awakening years of your adulthood... I just hope you know how many souls love and depend on you... I know it’s not easy, but I truly feel you all are what this world needs... and for that, I’m so grateful you’re together. That’s where your true strength is... in you and your friends, Sonic.”

Feeling something wet on her legs, she looked over and then closed her eyes to give him the decency of not having someone see...

He was crying. Gritting his teeth. He didn’t want his friends ‘choosing’ to be hurt because of how he choose to live his life...

“Your hearts are one, Sonic... I know you have faith in them... have courage to know they are becoming--and are--heroes just like you. Deep down, that’s all they want you to recongize in them. That they’re there for you, just as much as you are for them, and the rest of the world we all love.”

While Vanilla and Sonic had their moment, Amy’s eyelids were bouncing as though about to fall asleep, her body leaning a bit before forcing herself upright again.

She rubbed her eyes and then patted her cheek to try and stay awake, her eyes determined to do so now as she wanted to make sure she was there when Tails woke up.

He was sleeping soundly... the wet washcloth on his forehead, and his breathing gently rising and falling from his open mouth.

“Hang in there, Tails...” Amy softly stated, before finally succumbing to sleep to herself, flopping lightly to his side and starting to breathe in pace with him...

Amy awoke to a hand on her head, lightly rubbing it.

She looked up with soft blinks before excitedly seeing Tails smiling down at her.

“Tails!” she exclaimed, bouncing up and getting a knee up on the bed to throw her arms around him.

“W-woah!” Tails leaned back a bit, feeilng the pain of her affections, but still wrapping an arm around her all the same, “Haha, now I know how Sonic feels like after a rough recovery!” he joked, and as she moved away he looked into her eyes and gave her the best brotherly grin he possibly could. “Did you worry about me, Amy?”

“You bet I did! You had all of us worried sick! Sonic had to race off in the morning,... you know how he gets, but he will be back soon.” She rubbed her eyes, “I woke up three times... each time, I warmed up some food and waited for you... When you didn’t wake up, I ate the old food, and then me and Vanilla made some more.” she looked at the bedstand next to them to see he had eaten the tomato soup and strips of meat they had prepared for him, along with all the juice in the cup as well.

She nodded, “Good, you’ve eaten it.” She smiled, and Tails rubbed his head embarrassingly.

“Honestly... it was the aroma that woke me up.” He then looked apologetically to Amy, “I’m really sorry... I didn’t mean to worry you and Sonic... or, uh, I guess Cream and Vanilla for that matter, either!” He noticed he was in their home, and looked back at the food he had finished. “It was really good, Amy. Please tell Vanilla thank you for me.”

“Certainly!” Amy chimed, hmm’ing some laughter, “I’m just so glad you’re alright!”

Tails blushed, “You’re sweet, Amy. I bet Sonic really appreciates when you take care of him like this, too!”

Amy... sweatdropped a bit, looking away.

“... Amy?”

She continued to face away, before finally getting up with a hardened look on her face he seldom ever saw.

“Ah... Was it something I said?” Tails looked up at her, worried she was gonna depart.

Amy’s fists shook... and Tails suddenly flinched and picked up the bedsheets, realizing what was about to happen... “Oh no.” he bent his ears back... his eyes shrinking.

Amy spun around and threw up her hands, her animated big head shouting off the rooftops, “THAT SELFISH JERK DOESN’T KNOW REAL AFFECTIONATE AND CONSIDERATION IF IT BONKED HIM ON THE NOSE!” She cried out, fuming as Tails nervously chuckled and held up his hands, dropping the bedsheet and fanning them lightly for her to calm down.

“Sonic can be pretty silly with those things... haha... hah...” He whinced back under the bedsheets and peeked out when Amy loomed over the bed, still angry.

“SILLY!? MORE LIKE HE CAN’T TELL HOW LOVED HE IS EVEN WHEN IT’S RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIS FACCCEE!!”

Tails shook his head, “Hang on, Amy! Do you take care of him the same way you did me!?”

Amy pulled back, huffing and turning her head to the side, her head’s spikes morphed into the three signature quills of Sonic, and she puckered up her lips and mocked whatever Sonic had once said to her, “Come on, Amy, you’re smothering me. I need some space to breathe. Nah, nah, nah~” She then spat out, “Ungrateful! At least you care!”

Tails scratched behind his head, “I don’t know, Amy... maybe you spoil Sonic a bit ‘too’ much when he’s recovering. After all, love does make someone blind, right?”

Amy had fire in her eyes as she folded her arms near him and he shrank back.

“A-Al-All I’m saying is, if you leak out your affections in small incrediments, then it’s like slowly healing the wound, and it makes it a whole lot more endearing that way, too.” He shivered a bit, worried she would yell at him again but she thought earnestly about what he said and put her hand to her chin.

“Hmm... So then, you’re saying I’m cuter the more demure I am about it..?” She wondered out loud, tilting her head as Tails sighed.

“W-Well, not exactly... just... you can take care of Sonic just like you usually do, but in little moments and just not all at once.” In Tails’s mind, he could picture her trying to hand-feed Sonic and overly doting on him to where Sonic finally has enough, hurries to recover, and is out the next splitsecond he can get away...

“I think Sonic does appreciate you, Amy, but if you really want him to see your affectionate side, just like medicine, you’ll have to give it at different times throughout the recovery process... you know? Kinda like that small moment you had with me! Sonic would probably really appreciate it!” He held up a finger, winking, before slinking back into the bed and laying down, sighing, “But, what would I know? I’m just Sonic’s best friend. I don’t know the first thing about what he feels in that regard...” He scratched his ear as Amy walked over to the plates and looked up.

“Thanks... Tails.” she stated, and he looked over, worried a second as he shook his hands out.

“B-bu-but wait! The way you love isn’t wrong or anything! Sonic’s just-!”

“I know... But I really mean it. I think... people are too afraid to tell me when I’m doing something wrong... I’m just... really appreciative that you’re there for me, Tails!” She tilted her head to him and smiled beautifully, as Tails realized she actually did want an honest opinion, and smiled at her warm and loving heart.

“I really did mean it. You’re incrediably cute when you’re like this! I’m sure even Sonic’s seen this side of you, and just keeps it to himself when he does! Haha!” he encouraged her sweetly and she giggled like a lovesick fool.

“Aww, you don’t mean that~” she covered her face with the tray of dishes. “Hehe~ Think I’ll see what he’s up to right now! Oh! If he’s back yet, that is.” She hummed a sweet tune and headed out, as Tails sighed, relaxing back into the bed.

“That was close...” He whimpered out, “I thought I really did say something to hurt her feelings... I’m glad she understood I was only trying to support her.” he rubbed his face, before pulling off the bandages around his head. “Ouuuchhhh... what did I hit, anyway?”

He strung out the bandages before hearing a knock at the window, and turned to look, “Huh?” Behind him, Sonic was at the windowsill outside, and gave him a thumbs up.

Tails gave a wide, open grin in return, “Sonic!” he cheered, excited to see him, and threw up a thumbs up back with his teeth beaming his recovering health. “Haha!” he was gonna be okay.

Sonic smirked his signature smile, before breaking his cool look as he heard, “SOOONIICCC!!” In a loving voice that carried in a scary way...

He withdrew his hands as though trying to be sneaky, looking back over his shoulder.

“There you are!~”

“Yikes!” Sonic whispered and raced up the roof to the other side, darting away.

“Ohhh!!! Soooniiicc!!!”

Tails just heard the fast footfalls over the roof and laughed and laughed...

He really, truly loved his little ragtag family...

To him, they were perfect.

To them all, they were one. A team. Dedicated to saving the world...

And Vanilla knew that, standing outside to attend her garden as Cream came home and they embraced sweetly.

They were heroes. Even to each other.

[swordmaid]

which is also why I think - in a vengeance shri’iia au where she ends up as astarion’s spawn and he inevitably gets tired of her bc he has all the power in the world and he can have anything and anyone he wants and everything is his for the taking - when she inevitably turns from his ‘eternal lover’ to just his ‘first spawn’ - she will be sooo amy gone girl about it.

like she’s devoting her oath and her entire life to him, he doesn’t get to change that. he’s not allowed to change even. she will do everything in her power and she will even set fire to them both if he tried to change. like he’s making a mistake that she’s rectifying! she lives to serve, and if he doesn’t want her servitude that means there’s something that’s not right and she will personally correct that. like he doesn’t need to worry about anything ofc - worrying doesn’t look good on him let her fix what needs to be fixed. she is such a good lover after all. it doesn’t compute to her that she’s going to be replaced. like it literally doesn’t make sense, not when he promised her eternity. so when he starts looking at someone else, when he starts to favor someone else and lavish them with his attentions and praise she will get rid of them because he’s getting distracted! and he doesn’t need distractions! and when he gets mad at her she will forgive his transgressions and soothe that anger away - he doesn’t need anymore wrinkles. and she will know about every little lie he says and hold them close to her chest then recite it back to him when she gets rid of another one of his new favourites. and when he tries to kill her she’ll do the same thinking it’s some game or courtship - this is how it was back in menzoberranzan after all! the fact that he was willing to learn her traditional courtship is so sweet 🥰. and maybe she’ll scare him even, so he can learn what fear is again. it’s a good kind of fear bc she’s showing what kind of person she could be so it would be dumb of him to throw her away.

but the thing is! she’s operating out of love and devotion! and they have eternity together! and there’s something sooo sicko yes about how ascended astarion’s first spawn - his first creation - being something that he will eventually resent and fears. bc it would be so much easier if she hated him like how he hated cazador. but she doesn’t. she’s deranged and in love and so obsessive about that love to the point where it literally can not be changed - and he can’t change it or manipulate it. what was once useful to him became a detriment. their love turning so sick and rotten, like a leftover apple, and she becomes a nuisance that he can’t get rid of, and he’s stuck with that nuisance for eternity. he eventually realises what a mistake it was seducing her back then when they had those tadpoles in their heads, when they had that strange freedom. like if he knew things would turn out like this, and she was actually this kind of person, maybe he would’ve done things differently but instead he’s stuck with her for eternity.

and I do think he’ll try to kill her lmfao I mean he’s a vampire lord and she’s just a fucking spawn so he’ll get rid of her once he gets bored and annoyed, but she thinks it’s some game between them so she’ll try to get him too - not kill him ofc but just close enough to scare him and remind him that she does bite even before the vampire teeth. I mean before him, she was literally a drow high priestess’/matron mother’s trained hound.

anyway I really love the idea of them being miserable with each other lmfaoo and I think she will be so miserable as a spawn actually and the moment when she potentially gets replaced something is gonna break inside of her bc it’ll just like before when she broke her oath. but she won’t be that bewildered and confused girl again, nope. she’s not going to accept it this time, she refuses! she doesn’t get to be the only miserable one, he doesn’t get to win..!!!

[myfaveisfuckable]

Rants!

Nightmare Polycule: The cirsed creation of like. 4 people on a niche fandom discord. Polycule consisting of pretty much every adult character in the series. It's awful and somehow the best thing ever. The potential for both crack and angst is unmatched. The divorced parents energy is OFF THE CHARTS. Marcia realizes she is a morosexual and has a crisis about it. Gringe confronts his prejudices by falling for a no-good wizard. Jillie Djinn is Marcia's ex and also dead and also GHOSTING ON HER COUCH which makes it very hard to bring her boyfriends over. Marcellus tries to be dramatic about the fleetingness of human life (except his) and gets made fun of until he confronts his trauma instead. Sarah and Mrs Gringe are having tea and getting a break from the drama.

Nokia/Ami: (spoilers for the game) all the fan stuff ive seen for the game is painfully straight unless its focusing on the two ships where one character is canonically gay n in love with the other (protag of the sequel game with his gay bestie i forgot the name of n yuuko/fei) n ami is usually just drawn on her own BUT theres a lot of canon subtext between nokia n ami mostly as a result of not much actually changing based on if u play as a boy or a girl regardless nokia to some extent likes ami she flirts with her talks about their relationship as if theyre already dating theres a scene that parallels a m/f couple in the game that plays exactly the same between ami n nokia with two other characters saying something along the lines of ah young love during a mandatory side quest ami gets offered an implied sex doll that looks exactly like nokia (weird story there the quest ends with it being heavily implied that the people that take the dolls end up having their organs harvested while their minds are stuck in a digital space called eden unaware that theyre not in the real world) n she has to think about it before declining the offer nokia's character arc is working to become a strong leader n reliable friend cause she wants to stand next to ami instead of relying on her theyre childhood friends but forgot about it ok i need to explain a bit more of the story so like as kids ami n nokia along with three other characters met beta testing for eden n one of them ended up getting eden syndrome to make sure theyre all able to leave safely (theres a thing called eaters that if u get eaten by put u in a coma cause theyre storing the contents of ur brain in them) n a guy who wants to use the eaters to get to the next stage of evolution removes their memories of the incident so years later as teenagers ami nokia n arata (one of the childhood friends important to the story but not to the ship) become friends again n reunite on eden where ami ends up getting eden syndrome but in a funky way cause she was logging out as she got eaten so she has a cyber body that over the course of the game deteriorates n at the end of the game ami basically dies right as everything is being fixed all the victims of eden syndrome are no longer comatose but ami is cause yknow kind of deteriorated too much n it happened right in front of nokia's eyes as she reached out for her hand so they could go home together n nokia cries for the only time in the game cause of that but ive genuinely never seen any fan stuff of them interacting so despite them being teased romantically n built up as being really important to eachother theres nothing not even like nokia with takumi (boy protagonist) im submitting it specifically as nokia/ami just cause i like wlw ships more if u want to do it neutrally protag's surname regardless of gender is aiba sorry if this is incoherent its been like 6 months since ive played the game

[joshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh]

Anyway with Origins Plus finally formally announced I would say I am leaning on the range of somewhat disappointed to still weirdly optimistic about it.

Having the entire Game Gear Sonic library added is I think a really good thing without a doubt - based on the trailer at least it is just emulation but honestly I’m fine with that knowing that it would’ve resulted in a way healthier work environment than trying to Taxmanify tons of Game Gear games. Do think it’s kind of sad that we’re not getting the Master System versions of Sonic 1 and 2 and the like since iirc they’re literally just the Game Gear titles with a bigger display? That one’s weird. But anyway the disappointment comes from the fact that if you’re just slapping ROMs in there to begin with, why not throw in the other Genesis titles? Real Spinball and 3D Blast and Mean Bean Machine, or you know how about a Knuckles Chaotix rerelease for the first time ever? I genuinely do not think this is too much to ask especially given that they‘re already using emulation for the Game Gear titles to begin with.

The other big thing is a new playable Amy! That’s actually sick as hell. She doesn’t even seem to be borrowing from her Advance moveset either but rather has a wholly new playstyle, that’s super sick. Given how much she’s all over the marketing for the game despite only appearing in CD otherwise, this was a really obvious move to make. Plus, yeah, it’s something new to add to Origins, which is just a really good selling point to have. Implementing new playable characters is a lot more effort than throwing some ROMs in an emulator, so I’m not quite as disappointed in this scenario, but I do wish we had some more characters. Mighty and Ray almost go without saying since hey they’re finished and playable classic characters with defined movesets that also already exist in the retro engine. And you know, Metal Sonic is also all over the marketing despite only being in CD. It would be cool if he were playable. But yeah no I’m not losing as much sleep on that front because again new characters are a lot more to ask for than ROMs.

And then what else are we doing to justify making an entire separate Plus purchase? Oh, nothing. Well I mean, same nice physical release box with an artbook and shit that I’ll buy because yes. But that seems to be it on new stuff. I guess I can’t complain that much - Mania Plus was just 2 new characters and Encore mode, the latter effectively just a palette swap with like some gameplay changes - but idk it still feels like more could be done to justify the “Plus” part of the title than 1 character and a Game Gear emulator.

But! This is where we circle back to optimism. Because Mania Plus wasn’t just that Plus content - it was also a free upgrade with some visual touchups, bug fixes, and most prominently, an entirely new Metal Sonic boss fight. Do I expect that much from Origins Plus? Not necessarily, but hey if new announcements aside Origins Plus is also just a big patch that irons out lots of the remaining issues Origins still has - maybe makes the in-game menus more consistent, fix some of the Retro engine things leading to like 3&K being too fast or that spring in Metropolis that launches you into spikes in Sonic 2 , or you know just fucking puts Knuckles in CD already - that’d be pretty sick. And if I really wanna dream then use actual fucking Genesis ROMs in classic mode instead of just cropping the screen and also restore 3&K soundtrack please and ty. yk I can take or leave those last 2 things but I do genuinely think just sorting those core issues Origins still has would be enough to make it the definitive way to legally experience these titles on modern hardware*.

But yeah. I’m gonna buy it because physical media my beloved, looking forward to playable Amy as well as actually experiencing the Game Gear titles for pretty much the first time. And hopefully they do clean up the core issues and turn Origins into something that can be easily recommended to new fans.

* okay like yeah the best ways to play these titles are on PC with the various ultimate versions fans have made that I’m blanking on the names for but like Sonic 3 A.I.R. and stuff, but iirc you can really only do that legally if you bought the Genesis titles before they were delisted on Steam, so you’re shit out of luck otherwise. That is unless you want to just illegally download the ROMs lol. Which to be clear, I’m totally okay with - I’ve done that plenty myself, duh. Origins is never going to be the definitive edition when stacked up against good old fashioned emulation and ROM hacks and like that’s fine. But hey having a good version on consoles and shit is nice too, you know?

[gourde]

THIS SHOW SUCKS IT'S EVEN MORE AGGRAVATING THAT OTHER SHITTY SONIC SHOWS BECAUSE IT HAS SO MUCH POTENTIAL AND THEN THEY JUST THREW IT AWAY. Like I think the whole premise of the show sucks ass but if they just made it that Sonic was transported to an ALTERNATE timeline, that would've made much more sense. New Yoke really is the only shatterverse that has proper world building, the rest are filler. Have Chaos Sonic be a RECURRING CHARACTER like Metal Sonic. Don't have the Chaos Council, just have Eggman but he won. Everyone loves Satam for some reason, just do something like that but better (Not like it'd be hard honestly).

Like that would work so well. Sonic is in a different timeline that stinks and he needs to fix. Bam, done. Also OMEGA SHOULD BE THERE OH MY GOD THEY KEEP PUTTING IN SHADOW AND ROUGE BUT NO OMEGA and they also should really figure out who they want Amy to be. Her personality is kind of... eh. They all feel the same, Rusty being the most interesting but only cause she's a robot and I'm incredibly biased.

Also get rid of the circular plot. We have the same three things happening all the time. Sonic stops conflict, conflict happens again, he tries to stop it the same way, and there's ten billion fight scenes in between. WHY WAS THIS SHOW NOTHING. WHY. HOW DID THAT HAPPEN. IT'S LITERALLY NOTHING. IT'S LIKE EATING CELERY. I feel like it's really easy to uhhh not have shit like this. Just like... think about things???? Maybe?????? God. Whatever. I'm done with this show now and I'll stop thinking about it after I reblog some other posts hating on it.

[badnikbreaker]

@spiinsparks : “  i don’t care how willing you are to die for me.  i want you to fucking live with me.  live for us.  ”  (...also for amy and yes the  swear is real bc oh boy oh boy he's losing his temper)     /     accepting.

Again and again Amy thinks it : talking with Sonic, now, is like going in circles.  And it’s because they’re never talking about the same thing — they’re so rarely talking about the same thing.

Again and again, Sonic wants to talk about people / about hearts / about WHAT ABOUT YOU, AMY?  Again and again, Amy tries to focus on responsibilities / on the calculus that’s most pragmatic / on SOMEONE HAS TO DO THIS.  He wants it to be simple, he wants it to be something that love and hope can fix, and IT JUST ISN’T.  It just ——— isn’t.

It isn’t that simple.  It hadn’t been that simple when Amy had thrown him into the escape pod on the Death Egg, and it hadn’t been when he’d found her, beaten and bleeding — her smart mouth — and bound — to keep her from using the piko piko hammer.  It hadn’t been simple when it had become apparent, once they’d escaped, that they were both ANGRY — he at her for getting captured for his sake, and she that he’d be stupid enough to come rescue her.

And it’s devolving into another argument that shouldn’t be one, because THIS IS SIMPLE : AMY IS WORTH LESS TO THE WORLD THAN SONIC.  THIS IS SIMPLE : ONLY ONE OF THEM CAN MAKE MIRACLES, AND IT ISN’T AMY.

He says, “You could have died, Amy!”

“I didn’t,” they answer, feeling along their chest for broken ribs.  They already reset their busted nose.  “And I knew that risk when I saved you!  You shouldn’t have come back for me!”

“What, I was supposed to just let Infinite and Eggman —”  His voice chokes.  “Just let you DIE?”

“If that’s what it takes to protect you and the world, then —” she takes a step closer, arms splaying out, it explodes out of her chest, “YES!”  Sonic’s eyes widen, and Amy keeps going, another step forward, “I’m willing to die for you!  If that’s what’s necessary —”

He cuts her off, voice a snarl, “I don’t care how willing you are to die for me.  I want you to fucking live with me!”  It’s Amy’s turn for her eyes to wide, Amy’s turn to takes a step back as he moves closer.  His voice almost breaks around, “Live for us.”

Again and again, Amy thinks it : we’re talking about different things.

Because it’s not that simple.  “It doesn’t matter what EITHER OF US WANT!”

They’re surprised to realize they’re closer to screaming than shouting, now.  They’re surprised, every time, after months without feeling anything this strongly — it’s like the argument on the battlefield, before, cracked Amy’s careful shell; emotions that were once smothered leak out.  Grief and selfishness and anger.  And anger.

“I don’t WANT TO DIE, BUT — BUT THE WORLD NEEDS YOU MORE THAN IT DOES ME, OKAY?!”  And that’s it own kind of misery — grief and selfishness and anger, I try so so so hard and it’s never enough, why isn’t it ever enough — but it’s TRUE.  THAT, AT LEAST, IS JUST THAT SIMPLE.  “And even if it didn’t, I LOVE YOU AND I CAN’T LOSE YOU AGAIN!”

And that, at least, is just that complicated.

She stumbles back, as if struck by her own words — and the selfishness of that, the fucking selfishness of WHAT AMY NEEDS — and goes silent, head lowered, curled fists trembling at her side.

Amy wants to live, even if living hurts and breaks.  But the world doesn’t need Amy.  And even if it did — AMY WOULD DIE IF THEY HAD TO LOSE SONIC AGAIN.

A hand raises, scrubs at her eyes until they burn in their sockets.  They’re used to it.  They’re both used to it.

Quietly, quietly, it’s just this simple and just this complicated, “I can’t.  I can’t lose you again.  I barely — survived the first time.”

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@emotionalcadaver HOLY SHIT. Laur, I'm gonna attempt to do justice to this fic in the comments but no amount of words and gushing will communicate just how in love I am with this masterpiece. I'm so glad I took the time to re-read because I don't know what was going on with my mental state at the time but I don't think I really took in all of the details last year when I read. For this chapter I'm gonna divide my notes on Nes and Jonathan just because I think it will make things a slight bit more coherent but I love how you wrote back and forth between the two, really demonstrating the parallels of their abuse and fear.

Shivering and weak, she curled into herself on the cold tile, squeezing her eyes shut at the sound of footsteps coming down the hall again.

This is such a great line, the sensory of the cold tile, the image of her curled up and shivering against it and the terror she must've felt.

Her relationship with Amy intrigues me; I'm gonna jump a bit in time here and say I was already anticipating Amy to be scared of her after the death of her father, but wasn't expecting her to help Nes "clean up" and everything. (The sound and mental image of the sawing, by the way, so chilling.) These two seem to be such polar opposites and that's really shown in the mouse scene. I loved the detail of their eye colours setting them apart and I wonder if there's any symbolism there!

But that night a new fantasy came to her. There was a knife in her hand and blood on the walls.

Oooh, such a deliciously dark line! So simple yet so effective in painting the scene.

And when she looked into his eyes, she knew that he was afraid. 

This is just, ugh, this is so good Laur! I have no words!

Nes' fascination with the mouse's pain is so so intriguing to me and such lovely foreshadowing to the rest of the chapter!

Wanting to read psychology books thinking she can fix her parents is so heart-wrenching and between the fascination with pain and psychology, she's really got the markings of a serial killer here and I am here for it.

The scene where she went begging to the nurse to do something about her father, my heart broke for her. I don't know how you did it, Laur, but you painted the images and emotions so well that I just really felt for her and I am not condoning abuse here obviously, but reading about all her torment is so satisfying to me knowing it's going to fuel her to inflict pain of her own.

Loved the comparison of the mouse to her mother, and what I think was even better was the parallel between Vanessa watching the mouse suffer and then watching her father suffer. The way she just drank all of that pain in, watching him, it's so deliciously dark and again so, SO satisfying!

You've managed to establish such an intriguing and already fleshed out character in one chapter alone and I am stunned! Can't wait to read more of Vanessa and see how she develops and see what twisted shit she gets up to.

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Now for Jonathan...

Or have him placed with a new family; one that was gentle and kind and didn’t scream at him that he was a creature born of evil.

This line really strikes a chord in me; wishing for another family is something I can relate to on a... perhaps slightly less extreme level. He is going through absolute hell it seems and my heart's aching for him because he deserves so much more! (same with Ames and Nes.) His endurance in waiting to get away and be free is commendable and I loved the detail about him yearning for colleges and libraries! Wonderful character detail.

There's also such a poetic irony in the fact that he's told he's a creature of evil and then ends up becoming a villain. Your title "How to Make a Monster" is so on point here; I think one of the reasons I am gushing over this fic so much is that my absolute favourite thing in fiction, EVER, is watching how a (well-written) villain is shaped through trauma or other experiences.

He did not pray anymore. 

Such a powerful line.

I ADORE the way you've written his backstory. Love me some religious symbolism and deep south horror, and the scene where he is pecked by the crows is so mortifying! But what I love the most is the symbolism of the scarecrow and how it's a comfort to him because of his fear of the crows. They didn't really show much of Jonathan in the Nolanverse and I have yet to read the comics and play the Arkham games so I'm delighted that you're delving into his character like this because I don't know much about him and want more, and can't wait to see his development in future chapters! Despite being a canon character, you write him as your own.

How to Make a Monster

Chapter 1: Drowning

Fandom: The Dark Knight Trilogy

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x OC

Summary: They are but two abused children, full of rage and pain, trying to survive. 

Series: Part 1 of The Shadow Game

Word Count: 5,719

Notes: Warnings for child abuse and neglect.

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The sound of the faucet turning, then water rushing out to fill the bathtub, was enough to cause pure, unadulterated panic to rush over her. Before her brain even had time to consciously catch up and take note of the sound, her hands were already clammy, heart pounding and breathing labored. Head snapping upwards, her eyes tore away from the book nestled in her lap. With shaking hands, she closed the heavy novel and set it carefully down onto the side table beside the couch. Her eyes flickered across the living room to where her mother was sitting in her rocking chair, eyes trained on some faraway point outside the window. Swiftly and silently, Vanessa stood from her spot on the couch and went to her side. Her mother didn’t look at her until she had grasped her hand in hers.

“Mom,” she croaked, voice shaky with fear. “Mama, please. Don’t let him do it again.” A few tears dripped down her cheeks. Her mother continued to just stare at her silently. “Mama. I’m scared. Please, stop him. Please–”

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Chapter 6 - Exasperated

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Summary: In an upper-class residential Virginian neighborhood, monogamous values rarely get broken. A dangerous serial killer chooses to lay into dormancy exactly there for the next five years with his latest victim. Or for as long as it takes to catch him. Two highly trained and widely different agents go undercover, posing as a married couple to scope him out and make the arrest. They’ll be nothing more than professional for months, working under the same roof.

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: Kissing, spit kink, oral m. receiving, degrading, name calling, kind of non-con, p in the v, praise kink, hate fucking, multiple orgasms, Sir kink, Dom/sub. 

A/N: I think we all needed for this chapter to happen :))

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You hadn’t seen Aaron in a while. He had cooped himself up, upstairs, trying to deal with the aftermath of the Reid disaster that had rolled over your little “family” two days ago. He had desperately been trying to fix everything, make sure that Mrs. Appleton, a few houses down, didn’t reveal anything in the time before she had been made to leave for her “holiday” with her husband. It had been the worst possible thing that could happen, but luckily, you’d caught it in time, and luckily, she hadn’t mouthed off to the rest of the neighborhood about the doctor and who he really was.

Sitting on the couch, you were reading one of the many books stuffed inside the shelves around the house. If you were to guess, they were all from charity shops because no one in their right mind would go out and buy this man new copies for a mission, especially not when two overachievers and overworked agents were on the case. You didn’t have time to indulge in leisure reading usually. But now, now it was a different side of the story. Now, you needed to lay low for a couple of days. Needed to figure out what to do and what not to do. If something had slipped in the heat of the moment, or you’d managed to stay hidden within the identities of Nick and Amy.

The book was boring, to the point where Reid probably wouldn’t even read it, although the genius devoured all sorts of information and literature that he could get his hands on. He was like a sponge when it came to knowledge. Absorbing every single little detail that he found, even between the lines. With a long groan, you flicked the book down beside you on the couch, losing your page. It wasn’t like you cared about it anyway. You hated how slow things were moving right now, hated to be in the unknown, while Aaron barked away upstairs, hoping to get the results that he needed and knew that this case was in dire need of.

Trying to flip through the channels on the television, you quickly realized that nothing but trashy reruns of the same two reality shows, and soap operas were shown at this hour of the day. You could’ve told yourself that, if you’d just been thinking, instead of waiting. Knowing for a fact that it would be flat-out stupid to go and pester one of your neighbors right now. You sat in silence, barely thinking anything as you zoned out on a flower vase standing on the opposite side of the room. You didn’t even hear Aaron coming back downstairs again, at least not until he was standing over you. His features contorted in an angry scowl and arms crossed aggressively tight under his pectorals, pushing them up slightly while he waited for you to register his presence.

“What’s up?” Snapping out of your trance, you couldn’t help but feel just how hard his stare was, leaving you a slight bit uncomfortable under the given circumstances. It was like he didn’t hear you. Like it was his turn to zone out and leave you confused as to what he wanted. Opening your mouth, you began to ask him again.

“No, I heard you perfectly fine the first time!” He snapped. The harsh tint of annoyance was evident in his voice as he pinched his chin between the pads of his calloused and long digits. His arms were still crossed. It was like he was trying to steady himself. To stay calm and not blow up on you, but for what? You had no idea why he seemed so filled with rage this time around. For once, you hadn’t done anything to spark the raging flame within him. You hadn’t even poured gasoline over it, yet. Nothing should’ve made him as mad at you as he appeared right now. Somehow, it scared you, not that you’d let it show, but you’d never seen him this angry before, and you didn’t like it. Not one bit. 

“What’s your problem, Aaron! I haven’t even done anything!” You snapped back, spitting his name back at him with so much venom that even Hotch was taken back by your reaction, but much like you, he didn’t let it show. You stood up. Your faces were dangerously close to touching as you tried to square up with the much bigger unit chief in front of you.

“Haven’t done anything! Haven’t done anything!” He laughed to himself. His tone was condescending, dark even. You noticed how his pupils had darkened, leaving you to hope that yours either had too or soon would do the same, making you stand a chance in this argument. Your confusion definitely wasn’t an advantage this time around. “Wasn’t it YOU, who decided to bring Reid in? You who risked the whole mission by doing so. YOU, who’s at fault for this big dumpster fire of a mess that we’re in?” Aaron poked his finger against your chest, making you step to the side, but he followed. He always did when you argued. His teeth were bared, like a ferocious wolf closing in on its prey, as he growled down at you. You furrowed your brows in anger, after rolling your eyes at his statement and had crossed your arms.

“Me! Really, Aaron! The last time I recalled what happened, it wasn’t my fucking idea to put Spence in right now. It was Cruz’s. I don’t know how far up his ASS you are for blaming all of this on me, but it must be pretty far up. Somewhere where the light and sounds can’t penetrate cause you’re wearing your blinders and can’t see anything except for yourself. YOU Asshole!” You screamed back at him, trying to appear taller and more protruding as you got your frustrations out. Aaron’s eyes widened as he heard your words. You could tell that by now, the whole fuel tank had been dumped into his flame, leaving him angrier than he had ever been at you. For a moment’s time, you existed in each other’s spaces, his chest heaving up and down with each heavy breath that he took. You were sure that if he could, smoke would be seeping out of his nostrils at how angry you’d made him. Like a bull waiting to ram its horns into the stomach of the taunting matador, waving the red cape in front of its face, ready to make the kill.

“At least I know how to listen to my boss! It’s not like you understand where your place is on this team. How easily I could ruin your career, damage your reputation so much so that you’d have trouble even finding a job as a dingy gas station employee. Do you realize that, huh?!” He poked your chest once more, really sending you fuming at his words. But you didn’t want him to win, to gain the satisfaction of knowing that you were scared that that exact thing would happen. That everything you’d ever worked for, could be taken away from you in a heartbeat.

“Fuck you! And fuck your ego, Hotchner! You’ll never find real love again, enjoy your dead wife!” You snapped, knowing that you’d crossed a line as the words fell from your mouth. Trying not to react, you turned away, starting to separate the space between the two of you.

“Oh no, you don’t.” Aaron gripped your wrist, holding it with a bruisingly tight grip as he pulled you back and held you against his chest. You were struggling to get out of his strong grasp as he wrapped his arm around you, trapping both of your wrists in one of his large hands. His other hand pinched your cheeks as he held your head in place, making your lips jut out in a pout. He tipped your head back, forcing you to look into his burning stare, feeling the dominance radiating off of him like the rays of the sun on a hot summer day. “I’ve had ENOUGH of YOU and your DISOBEDIENCE towards me, BRAT! Maybe it’s time that I ought to show you who’s really the boss around here!” He growled, spinning you around and slamming you against the nearest wall. His arms quickly caged you in, making it impossible for you to escape him. His lips crashed onto yours, forcefully pushing his tongue past your slightly ajar lips winning the fight for dominance before you’d even registered what was going on in your brain. It had already started to cloud over from his scent, from the pure arousal you felt in the spur of the moment. You let yourself melt into his kiss, moving along with his pace in a synchronized flow as your tongues moved around each other, licking, poking, exploring every little nook and cranny inside the caverns of your mouths. It wasn’t like you hadn’t kissed before, but this time, this time, it was different on so many levels. This time, you weren’t playing a role. This time everything was purely Aaron and (Y/N). 

You felt how his beard rubbed against your cheeks, scratching it, making it itch with anticipation. You loved the way that it looked on him, loved how he hadn’t bothered to shave it off for the past week, knowing that he didn’t have to uphold the professionalism that came with being the unit chief of the BAU within the walls of the Emerald Hills. It was like a haven, a fucked up and a racist haven where you, despite your neighbors and their rude and unintelligent prejudice, could finally relax into yourselves and ignore all of your responsibilities.

Pulling away, Aaron’s hand once again gripped your chin, just as harshly as before. Left stunned by the kiss, your mouth only opened more as he put pressure on the skin around it. You didn’t know what he was waiting for as you stood in silence, feeling the way that his finger’s unyielding pressure was starting to ache in your jaw. That was when it hit you. The gob of his spit landing on your tongue caught you by surprise, but God did it feel hot.

“You better be a good girl and swallow, don’t want to add on a punishment, now do you?” He raised a brow, watching as you struggled to swallow his saliva with your mouth held wide open by his hand. When you managed to, he pressed your lips together again, grinding his clothed cock against your body, making you feel just how hard Aaron had gotten. During the kiss, he started pushing you down to the ground with his weight. Kneeling on the floor below him, Aaron tangled a hand in your hair, firmly holding you in place as he undid his belt. You heard the metallic “clank” of it hitting the floor behind him while he struggled to pull his pants off with one hand. Free of its prison. Aaron’s cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach. The angry head, leaking with his precum. You couldn’t help but lick your lips. A small whine left your throat in doing so. It was pathetic really, the way that this was your boss. 

“Look at you! Such a needy little thing! I haven’t even touched you, and you’re already begging for my cock like the dirty little slut that you are!” He smirked, his words not even penetrating the drums of your ears, only bouncing off of you as you looked up at him through wide doe-like eyes. His gaze was hungry as he saw just how desperate you looked, how desperate he was getting himself as well. Aaron pulled your head back by your hair, your eyes catching each other. With his cock held loosely in his other fist, he slapped it against your cheek, making you flinch in surprise at the gesture.

“You gonna be a good girl, huh? Gonna do as I say? Or are you going to continue being the biggest brat in existence? Maybe I should throw you over my knees. Would that do the trick? Make you behave?” He cooed down at you, fake pity in his voice as he noticed the way you shifted on your knees, wanting nothing more than to sink down on his erection in a sloppy mess of tears, cum, and spit covering it. You had never seen nor taken anyone this big before, fully figuring out that he would have to push past your gag reflex if he wanted you to go balls deep.

“Please!” You begged, whining up at him, trying to get yourself out of his locking grip around your head, even trying to stick your tongue out to lick at the tip, pleasure him through the slit. You wanted a taste and desperately at that.

“Please, what?” He corrected, only tightening his hold on you, making you yelp out in shock.

“Please, Sir.” You breathed out, hoping that it would satisfy him. Something within Aaron snapped, hearing those words fall from your mouth in such a whiny and pathetic tone. He took a step closer, breaking the seal of your lips as he pushed past them. He didn’t move, letting you do all the work. Moving back, you swirled your tongue around his head, licking long and wet stripes up his slit and collecting the precum on your tongue. He tasted heavenly, the musky salty taste melting on your tongue as you rolled your eyes back in pleasure. Hollowing your cheeks, you slowly started bopping your head in a teasingly slow rhythm, already feeling him hit the back of your throat halfway down his shaft. It didn’t help that the man was girthy. You could already feel the tingle of your gag reflex as he pushed himself deeper and deeper down your throat. The moans falling from his mouth were like angel messengers sent from God with songs of glee. You couldn’t help but hum around his length, sending sparks of pleasure through him like vibrations.

Aaron couldn’t take it anymore. His grip once again tightened as he started bucking his hips, forcefully fucking your throat. You tried to follow his movements. To do some work yourself, but all it ended up doing was make saliva drip down your chin in a drooling mess as it landed in a puddle on the floor.

“Such a good fucking hole. Should’ve shut you up a long time ago. Never knew it would be this easy. Yeah? Just a pathetic little cock slut. Bet you've been thinking about this before.” He growled through gritted teeth. You felt how his cock started twitching against your tongue, telling you that he was getting closer and closer to his release. You felt how his veins tickled against the muscle, almost as if you were tracing them with it. With a few sloppy thrusts, he let his seed spew into your mouth with a grunt before pulling out of you. You looked up at him through clouded eyes, trying to stand up and go clean yourself up.

“Oh, no! I’m not done with you, yet!” He growled, dragging you up the stairs and into the bedroom. His large frame was towering over you as he fumbled with the buttons of your blouse. Impatience took over him, ripping the material from your body, revealing your bra-covered bosom. With a skillful hand, he made haste work of unclasping it and freeing your tits for his viewing. Aaron’s fingers enclosed around one of the buds, pinching it, rolling it, drawing wanton moans from your throat. His other hand was working on your skirt. Yanking on it to get you out of it along with your panties. Aaron pushed you onto the bed, ridding himself of his own shirt before crawling on top of you.

“You’ll be thankful if you’re still able to walk when I’m done with you.” Aaron locked his lips down on a spot on your neck, teeth grazing, nipping, licking, and suckling on it. His stubble scratched at the irritated spot, only sparking you on. It was deliciously hot the way he was treating you, making you whimper out a pleasured moan. Pushing his cock through your folds, he teased you, much like you’d done to him, attempting to make you more desperate for him, cloud your vision with him. Make you belong to him, ruin you for anyone else. 

Aligning his cock with your soaked entrance, he pushed into you in one swift buck of his hips, bottoming out with a groan.

“God, you’re a tight one, ‘s like you were made for me!” He growls, picking up the speed of his thrusts as he rams into you. Aaron’s stamina came to his advantage as the sound of skin against skin was the only thing to be heard through your room, mixing with your breathy moans and screamed out pleas for him to let you cum. Which he did. 

For a moment, you thought he was done with you, pulling out to let you catch your breath, but you were wrong. So, so wrong. Aaron’s fingers burned against your skin as he grabbed your hips and flipped you over on your stomach, sure to leave bruises in the morning. He quickly stuffed a pillow under you, lifting your hips into position before he got behind you. You were already drunk on his cock, barely registering his movements until you felt the tip press against your seeping cunt once again. He snaked his arms around your middle, his hands moving up to grope at your chest, rolling your nipples to stimulate you. His hips snapped against yours, drawing you closer and closer to another orgasm. Your mewls of pleasure spilling into the air around you, still trying not to let him win, but that race had been long lost. Your eyes rolled back into your head as he let the spongy head of his cock brush against your spot with every single stroke of his cock against your velvety walls.

“You gonna be a good girl from now on?!” He barked at you, feeling your walls starting to flutter around him. Aaron picked up his speed, fucking harder and rougher into you than he had done already.

“Mhm!” You managed to get out, afraid that your words would disappear if you tried to get a fully constructed sentence out of your mouth.

“What was that?” He stilled. You whined in protest. “If you’re not gonna behave. You’re not getting to cum.” He shrugged pulling out of you slowly.

“NO! Please, please, Sir! I’ll behave. Be a good girl, for you sir. Please let me cum!” You begged in desperation, feeling your submissive state of mind having control over your body. Aaron would’ve loved to have recorded your pleas for his cock. Satisfied with your reaction, he pushed back inside of you, working you over the edge as he let you cum for the second time that night. You knew that all of your pleasure was a result of his allowance. How he could’ve easily overpowered you and taken what he wanted, leaving you needy and confused. Aaron coaxed you through your high, quickly following suit and climaxing himself. You were thoroughly spent, as he guided you on your back once again.

Aaron left the bedroom for a moment. The sound of the tap running caught your ears before he returned covered with a pair of boxers. He gently leaned down between your thighs, cleaning you up from the mixture of your cum leaking out of your abused hole. He smirked to himself at the number he had done on you, seeing the way that your thighs trembled. You hissed as the cool clothe moved over your swollen clit.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled, not wanting you to catch it, but you did. It was sweet, how he cared, how he made sure you were fine. Aaron helped you into a fresh pair of panties and an oversized t-shirt, which you believed to be from his side of the closet, before lifting you out of the bed. He sat you on the ottoman at the foot of the bed, starting to pull the sheets off to change them. He knew that none of you would get it done in the morning if it didn’t get done now. And frankly, he was the only one of you strong enough and aware enough in the moment to get it done.

Leaving you once again, he returned with a glass of water and a small wrapped-up packet of something. Your eyes followed him, pupils dilated as you floated around in a blissful state of mind. He put it down on the nightstand before moving you back into the bed. With a few last pulls of your body to position you against his chest, he had you wrapped under his arm, seeing how heavy your lids were already getting from the abusing pleasure you had received.

“Here drink this.” He coaxed, tipping the glass of cold water against your lips in an attempt to get you to drink the liquid. He knew how important it was to get you hydrated, knowing how much water could leave your body during a few rounds of satisfaction like this. When he was pleased with the few sips you managed to take, he broke off a piece of the granola bar he had brought, making you munch on it. He found it cute how you didn’t have any strength left to take it, letting him hand feed you as if you were a stray pet he had found out on the streets. You hummed in approval at the tasty snack, lids unable to flutter open again.

“Good girl! Go to sleep.” He cooed, knowing that you probably needed to hear at least some sort of praise before falling asleep after how hard he had treated you. How hard he had spoken to you. Aaron scratched the back of your neck until he felt you go completely limp in his arms, hoping that the two of you would start getting along better now that some of the sexual tension had been pushed out of your strained relationship with each other.

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