#and that scum gets to live and continue being a hero

[summer-sapphic]

Hi I'm mad

[xxventiswindblumexx]

Hi there love! If you have time, could you write a Scaramouche x fem reader, where they hate each other so much, and then he fucks her till she can't speak anymore. W Dom Scara. Have a good day!

Of course! Trying to get back into writing after a long hiatus due to family and home issues!

Here's a hate fucking scara x fem reader NSFW!

Can't forget to tag my local scara simp @hitomisuzuya ❤

⚠WARNING:Hate fucking, harsh/rough love, scara being scara, breeding kink, pet kink⚠

It was late at night as the storm in Inazuma rolls, thunder strikes as the wrath of the Electro Archon could be felt in the air, even more so in the delusion factory where a certain harbinger resided. Scaramouche was appointed to watch over the factory, one of the very last things he wanted to be stuck with, maybe he should've been more.. friendly during the harbinger banquet, maybe then he couldn't gotten out of it, regardless he had a duty to uphold and another idea on his mind.

As the puppet thought he could hear the distant sound of fighting, great, the traveller Y/N arrived, how annoying. just what he needed, another annoyance, already had enough he had to work with the Doctor and Childe, now he must be rid of the traveller.

He waited for her to arrive to his domain, it was only a matter of time before she arrived and of course he would relish seeing her fall, but that's not what fate had in store for the two.

Y/N entered the room alone, she decided this was a fight even Paimon couldn't go with, a fight between her.. and the Balladeer.

"How dare you use people's lives for your profit!" she started, hand gripping her sword with nothing but vengeance for her dear friend. Scaramouche couldn't help but eat up the look, the anger, he loved it. wait.. loved it? no he can't get distracted.

"oh? did your pathetic friend die from it? must've been to weak.. like you" he laughed, only antagonizing the hero more, what he didn't expect was for her to attack already, coming at him with her sword he was able to grab her arm and deflect it, shoving her to the floor, he's much faster then her, with the power of electro he can move faster then she can blink. Once on the ground he stomped on her wrist making her drop the sword, hissing she clawed at his ankle but it was no use, he had her pinned.

His electric gaze sent shivers and strangely arousal through her as she gave him a scowl

"give up yet pest?" he hissed, arousal and anger was filling the air, "I can see you're ready to fight back and prove your worth" He continued his actions of stomping on her wrist again, "that means you have some backbone" he growled as Y/N struggled to get back into her feet

"What I have is not something I care to brag about" she said in return angerly, however when the two got close, scaramouche slamming her into the floor once more but this time holding her down with his hands, her legs on either side putting them in a situation, she could feel his hard on, something he tried to ignore, pathetic human emotions, he would say, but now its gotten him in a bind. "I wouldn't have guessed the Balladeer would get hard from this" she scowls causing his face to flush with both embarrassment and anger, but he couldn't deny the feeling, "or maybe I do know who you are, your true form" She snarls in disgust at him.

"And what might that be" he says with venom. Y/N smirks and sits herself straight up, she's getting more cocky now, and honestly it wasn't helping his already poor self control

"you're just a touch starved, horny angry man aren't you?" she remarks, snapping the last bit of restraint he had, growling he was determined to put this scum in her place

"I'll teach you to respect me, even if I have to break you over and over" he hissed beside her ear, biting harshly on her neck, his hips pushed forward causing her to gasp, a sharp moan leaving her throat as she squirmed in pleasure, she hated him and he hated her yet.. for that reason, they made each other stronger, the balladeers strength, their passion, they complemented and created each other.

Once started they knew they couldn't stop, his hands selfishly grabbing and pulling at her clothing, growls and groans filled the air as they moved around each other's bodies in a way they never thought possible. Her body was soft beneath his rough touches and gentle kisses, her breath coming in gasps and his lips on hers felt like heaven yet hell at the same time.

Once he pulled her clothing off he shoved her onto her stomach, taking control as the god he is, his cock throbbing against her wet pussy as he laughs at her submission, even if she was still struggling, he was the dominate one here, his tip flushed and leaking with precum as he pushed it against her entrance "fucking beg for me like the whore you are" he hissed, she resisted but she couldn't deny the throbbing need, weakly begging "please.. f-fuck! please just fuck me!" shamelessly begging before his thick cock slammed into her pussy, growling as his hands gripped her hips hard enough to cause his nails to scratch the skin, he thrusted hard and fast hitting her sweet spot, moaning loudly as her walls clenched around him, the feeling driving him insane. He pulled himself off from her slowly and threw away his discarded clothes, now fully naked he held her wrists above her head, assuming a new position before pressing his body onto hers, he thrusting hard and deep causing her to whimper, her pussy clenching around him as he mercilessly fucked into her, claiming her as his own.

"F-fuck! you're so damn tight, i-its like you want me to breed you don't you? " he hissed in a teasing tone, she groans as his hand tighten it's grip on her already sore wrists, his cock throbbed with need to release as she felt a knot began to tighten, causing her to cry out his name. He thrust harder until she cries with her orgasm, causing him to release his cum deep inside of her, she writhed under him, crying out in pain and pleasure as his cum filled her womb, his dick still buried within her pussy and balls.

"You're mine now little one, you belong to me and only me, " he murmured softly as she felt weak, he had almost forgotten his plan, nevertheless he had to make changes anyways, he can't just let her get in his way again.. maybe he can keep her as his pet.

[serxinns]

Could you do a yandere class 1A where reader is Aizawa’s kid?

Teachers Kid

(yan! Class 1a and platonic Yan aizawa x Aizawas kid reader

Tw: Mentions of abuse, Neglect and cheating

Aizawa was very overprotective of you as a kid Ever since your mom neglecteded you, cheated on him, and left the both of you with another scumbag, he remembered the way you reached your little toddler hands towards her while the snake cling to the scum's arm while they both giggled leaving while she said her final goodbyes it wasn't any Genuine he can hear how eager she was to leave this family the door shutted and you started crying calling out to the snake to come back with ur little grabby arms his heart stung he promised to protect you and to make you don't gotta deal with it again but 1st he had to take care of that woman...

•You lived with your dad your mom wasn't present in your life your dad told you that she did something really bad and now she's getting "Punished" Aizawa homeschooled you through elementary school to middle school it was fun at 1st but you felt a little sad when other kids played with their friends brought back cool stuff like toys and candy while you were stuck in the house either training with him with or without your quirk

•at a young age you dreamed of being a hero like your father and go to UA to be just like him as much as Aizawa loved to look up to you he could never let you be a hero but always shut the topic down with a strict warning you kept pressuring him trying to convince him, bribe him anything you even did the puppy eyes he secretly loves so much but he stood his ground and said no his final answer

•Aizawa was teaching his boring lesson to the class when he heard his ringtone but it wasn't his usual ringtone "Dad pumpkin spit a hairball in your shoe" he quickly turned his phone off flushed red in embarrassment he slowly turned to see the class in shock and some of them giggling a bit "YOU HAVE A CHILD?!"

• the classrooms were in chaos they were now fixated on their teacher's kid they were all asking questions about ur description, Quirk, Personality everything they wanted to know everything about you, Aizawa quickly quieted them down "Everyone needs to quiet down! Yes that's is my kid they're the same age as you all and is are HAPPLIY homeschooled that's it now let's continue " the class tried to answer more questions but Aizawa shut it down completely which made the class groan while Aizawa looked annoyed in the outside in the inside he was panicking, his class all discovered about you and they seem eager

•Even after school they all couldn't stop thinking about you whenever someone mentioned you in their heart. started to race and started to blush they haven't even met you yet so why do they feel this way... They gather around starting to wonder what are you

•while Aizawa was driving home he was just panicking even more his class found out about you he thought he was hiding. you so well why did he have to slip up he didn't want to put you in public high school it was just too dangerous especially if villains are now spawning up more commonly and he thought of something something he didn't like but it was his only choice

•"Y/N!, Kid we need to talk" you walked downstairs to see that your father was looking really serious like this was gonna be a long talk you gulped mentally "yea Dad also did you get my voicemail?" "That's the one we're talking about," your father said his eyes narrowing at you "But another thing since villains these days are commonly targeting heroes these days and I was worried about what would happen to you when you're home alone so I decided to nezu about enrolling you to Ua High-" just when you said that you jumped in his arms hugging him so tight "YES YES THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU" Aizawa may be defeated and nervous but seeing you bleamed up like you used to as a kid made him think you'll be fine "Alright then you start tomorrow im sure my class will love you"

[warping-realities]

Gracefall Operation - Prologue

Finding Joy in The Job

Alan had witnessed this scene before, always with a sense of helplessness. A suited man, distractedly talking on his cellphone, would inadvertently take a wrong turn and end up in a shady alley of the big metropolis, only to find himself surrounded by the scum of societ. Alan always hated going through this situation. He tried to get attention, shout, take any action that would not reveal to the world the secret he was hiding. However, his attempts always seemed insufficient, leaving him with a sense of helplessness.

But not this time. As he watched the middle-aged man being harassed by the thugs he would finally be able to act more assertively. The new hero chose a strategic point in a shadowy area of the dark street. Gathering courage he prepared to attack checking once more if the balaclava correctly covered his face. If someone from the outside saw the skinny boy in tactical gear approaching that group they would have thought the boy was out of his mind. And that person couldn't have been more wrong, because the only thing Alan needed was a touch, and everything would be over. The crucial point was that they didn't notice his presence until it was too late. Hence the ninja-like outfit.

Alan gave the thugs no chance to react before he struck them. Just one touch and one of them was knocked out unconscious on the ground. The second was thrown far away, crashing against a wall, falling to the ground, moaning and reluctant to get up. The last one threw a punch at the boy, who was hit hard on the face and staggered, but not before touching the bare arm of the goliath, the thug fell to the ground, with all four limbs broken. Alan, still dazed, quickly repositioned himself, fighting against the pain while dragging the executive with him to a safe place. Running he wondered why he decided to do it. He had possibly saved a life, right? So, why the feeling that it wouldn't make the slightest difference, except for the fact that he would have to explain a black eye the next day? The executive jogged with some effort beside him, probably knowing it was better for him to have a superhero giving him cover. After running a few blocks to a quieter part of the city, he felt the tension in his body dissipate, letting out a sigh, while the man looked directly at his bloody nose.

“Th-thank you...”

Said the man breathlessly. They were on the side of a clothing store in empty street. The hero was feeling his nose while the man bent over, breathing deeply. “I really don't know how to thank you, you saved my... what happened, did they hurt you?” He asked with a high-pitched voice, and eyes shining with interest as they measured Alan as if he were the most fantastic thing the man had seen in his life.

“No… It's just that it wasn't how I imagined it would be.”

“No? You just saved me. You must be proud.”

“I am, don't get me wrong, it's just that I expected more...”

The man frowned.

“You can't continue this work if you don't get satisfaction from it.”

“I'm sure many heroes don't worry about this, I shouldn't be worried about this, I… I’ll do what's necessary and deal with it. I'm sorry, you don't need to hear my complaints.”

“Don't apologize, you're right in one point, a hero needs to do what's necessary, but also doesn't need to live in martyrdom. You need to plan better so you can relax later and enjoy what you decided to do, even have fun. Tell me, what kind of martial training have you had, what protections does this uniform provide, and... well, if it's not asking too much, how exactly does your power work?”

“Well, that's asking too much, just say that one touch from me is enough to end any fight. And as for training? Well… I haven't had any, and the outfit is just something I bought at a military surplus store.”

“Oh, boy, you really didn't think before getting into this? Sorry, but we're talking about something very delicate, not just your life but also others'. Let me help you.” The man reached for a card in the pocket of his suit and handed it to Alan. “Listen. The life you chose is much more complex than picking a uniform and going around hitting others, it takes a lot of planning. But it doesn't mean you have to do it. I know some people who can help you. You overthink and hold yourself back, not reaching your full potential. You come here and she will do this for you, you'll feel that everything is right and maybe enjoy yourself a bit. If you'll excuse me, my wife is waiting for me.”

Watching the man walk away, Alan looked at the card in his hand and read the name on it, Serena Reid.

The incident still dominated his consciousness when he returned to classes the next day, to the point where he couldn't even remember the content discussed in class. He kept telling himself that he didn't need anyone's help... he was just starting, after all. Although he had to admit that the man was right about his lack of planning. He thought it would just be a matter of putting on a uniform and going to fight, that everything would work. He had the ability to copy and store moments lived by a person from a touch to later pass them on if he wanted. However, he had not considered that others could hit him to, as his black eye demonstrated. He really needed to plan and train better. But he would do it alone, improve, and get to the point where he finally feel fulfilled.

But then why did he end up calling and scheduling an appointment with the mysterious woman? The man seemed very sure in his statements about why Alan felt that sense of emptyness. And, well, it would just be a consultation, nothing too much, right?

In doubt if they would really let him enter a building in broad daylight with his face covered, Alan arrived in a modern office building, Serena's office was on the tenth floor. Entering he was greeted by shiny porcelain floors, expensive art and a very well-lit hall. If they hadn't informed him that the consultation would be free, he would have turned around at that exact moment.

Too late, standing next to the receptionist was the man he had saved. "I'm glad you accepted the offer. You won't regret it. My name is Larry, by the way."

Alan followed him to the elevator, making small talk about the work there. Apparently, all the offices in that building belonged to a large corporation, which didn't prevent them from doing some pro-bono work occasionally, like help Alan. He wouldn't be the first or the last hero full of uncertainties to enter that building.

“Although certainly, everyone left there extremely satisfied, of course," said the man, pompously. In the excitement of the other night, Alan hadn't noticed that trait, but it made sense, after all what kind of executive would the man be if he didn't display some confidence?

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As they walked through the office complex something caught Alan's attention. There were many guys there who seemed out of place. Broad and muscular, could they be other heroes in disguise? No, they didn't have that spark of goodness; these were brutish men with the air of danger that mercenaries should present. They were by no means the type of people he expected to see in that place.

"Ah, yes, our field team. Later you will have the opportunity know them better. We've arrived!" Larry opened a large door, gesturing for him to enter revealing an opulent office, where sitting at an elegant desk was a beautiful asian woman in her thirties, who smiled at the young man.

"Please, have a seat, Mister...?"

"I, well, I haven't chosen a hero name yet."

"A bad start, dear, if I may offer a small critique. Please, have a seat. And Larry, if you could kindly wait a moment before leaving."

Alan sat in the armchair in front of the woman as requested. With each step he took, he was overwhelmed by the exasperating feeling of entering some monster's lair, although Serena's beautiful face revealed no danger.

"Comfortable, Alan?" she asked, her smile widening.

"How... how...?"

"What kind of company do you think we would be if we didn't have enough resources to discover the identity of new potential assets, my dear? Let me introduce ourselves , I’m Serena Reid CEO of the Meng Po Company, while Larry here, whom you so bravely saved, is the head of our acquisitions department. Now, with introductions made, I would like you to explain to us how your abilities work. That way, we can have an understanding of what you can do and the best way to help you reach your full potential."

Alan had not explained the entirety of his abilities to anyone else. Having had them for only a few months, even he did not know their full extent and was not comfortable sharing that information; That situation was making him uneasy.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Reid, but I don't feel comfortable..."

"No need for Mrs. Reid, dear, we are all friends here, aren't we? And why don't you relax a bit?." She said with a melodious voice, and Alan felt all the tension melt away. "You sought us out asking for help, so let us help you, and for that, we need to know how your abilities work."

Yes, he wanted help, so he needed to let these people help him...

"I collect and store memories of any kind. Later can relive them in other people, exactly as it happened with the one who lived it the first time, and for that, I just need a touch."

"Fascinating, so you can turn something intangible into action. Reminds me a lot of the powers of an old hero, have you heard of the Deceiver?"

"Deceiver was an illusionist, ma'am, what I do is real."

"Oh, my dear, I know. But believe me, his illusions can seem very real to those who fall into his web."

"You speak as if he were alive, but he passed away years ago, killed in action."

"Boy, the keyword here is Deceiver, and if he's dead, how can he be standing right behind you?"

"What?" he asked, startled, turning to see the man behind him, but that was... "But it's just Larry."

"And just Larry is exactly what he wanted you to see, look again." Alan look back, only to find a man completely different from the one who was there before. While the other was thin and emaciated, this one was strong and robust, taller than Alan by several inches. Black skin but with an ethnic mix that Alan couldn't quite define, but there was certainly something Asian in him.

"I'm sorry for deceiving you, Alan, but I needed to test you. What we do here is very important. As a way of apologizing, let me introduce myself: I am Anan Tsé, formerly known as the Deceiver. My identity and the fact that I am alive are something few know and I hope it stays that way. Telling you these things is a vote of confidence."

Alan was speechless. Deceiver was a great hero, but it didn't seem right; however, before he could speak, Serena spoke again with that melodious voice.

"Relax, Alan, you can trust us. You trust us, otherwise why would you be here?"

Yes, he trusted them, he was here, wasn't he?

"Yeahhh, of course..."

"Great, then it's time to speak openly. We weren't completely honest with you, we've been watching you for a few weeks and we already had a good idea of what your power would be. There are certain types of incidents that are unique, almost impossible to happen twice, let alone three or four times. So when you do exactly that, it became clear that you could reproduce the same incident multiple times. That's why Anan needed to test you personally. He met a man a long time ago who was capable of something similar, but the most interesting thing wasn't that, was it, Anan?".

"Exactly, of course I could be wrong, but it was worth the risk. And jackpot, your powers are exactly as my old friend's. You don't realize it because you haven't trained it properly but your power is more than you realize. Even more so when combined with mine. My illusions affect the world in an immaterial way; the damage I produce happens inside people's minds... unless... how's that nose, kid?"

"Broken, but getting better, not thanks to you." Alan replied, indignation winning over the molasses in his head.

"But if what I do are just illusions, how could your nose be broken?" Anan asked with a mocking smile.

"I... I don't know."

"Let me clarify then. You think you only work with copied memories, but in reality, your powers go beyond that. You alter reality on a very small scale. So, when you were hit by that punch from my illusion, your body unconsciously responded the way it should have if it had been hit for real."

"What? That's..."

"Impossible? Your nose clearly says otherwise, dear." Interjected Serena. "In any case, this gave us a very interesting idea. Anan here suffered an incident some time ago; we both suffered, in reality. On the day of his supposed death, we were together..."

"Together? But Deceiver died in a fight of the Alliance against the Supreme Trio... against the ... Serena Reid? Serenaid? You are the Siren."

"Congratulations, kid, you didn't take long!"

"Your voice, I... what are you doing to me?" he asked, trying to cover his ears.

"Don't be silly. Everyone assumes my power is in my voice, but that's not real; my power is in my glands."

"Pheromones!!!"

"My, my, you're really smart, kid; naive but smart. It's no use covering your ears or trying to hold your breath... with me, it's skin deep. My pheromones hit all your exposed areas: nostrils, skin, and leave you... open to my suggestions... so why don't you relax a little more and listen to what I have to say, since we're such close friends that we know everything about each other's powers."

Alan tried to fight the feeling of numbness unsuccessfully. He should try to run, try to touch both of them and give them the worst moments from the memories he had collected as a volunteer in various trauma hospitals over the past few months. But he did none of that; he just stood there, paralyzed, with the agonizing feeling of being anesthetized in the face of danger, unable to do anything to change that.

"Now that we're more relaxed, let me continue." Anan, lend me the device, dear." Deceiver approached the table and handed her a small metallic sphere.

"This is one of the little wonders that Techno created and provided to the members of the Alliance. It allows storing some types of powers and releasing them in the way the bearer wishes. This one is always charged with my pheromones, to ensure Anan's loyalty wherever he goes. He has been under my command for so long that using the device is no longer necessary, but a cautious woman is worth a battalion. You must be wondering how one of world the greatest heroes is doing alongside a convicted criminal?"

Alan was not in a condition to wonder about anything while trying unsuccessfully to overcome the stupor that engulfed him. The only response to leave his lips was a grunt.

"Anh..."

"Well, maybe I exaggerated a bit with you but as I said, I'm a cautious woman. The answer to this question lies in the incident we were both involved in two years ago. But before we get there, I need to tell you more. Haven't you wondered why no other hero has contacted you in these months? Well, it's because they were obscured; they don’t know about your existence. Their trackers in most major countries have been compromised, thanks to Anan's good work. They still inform the Alliance of most new heroes, but those that are of our interest. This is extremely important for us. You would know the reason if the usual contact process had been carried out. The Alliance establish contact as quickly as possible with new candidates, even if they do not end up being selected. Their goal is installing a small intradermal device, another of Techno's inventions, with the ability to block any kind of mental control powers, mine included. He’s such annoying nerd. However, even he couldn’t predict everything. During our fight against the Alliance, my brother hit Deceiver with an energy blast before being eliminated. In my rage over Ampere's death, I released all my powerful pheromones; nothing should have happened, of course. However, to my surprise, Deceiver remained under my total command and quickly created the illusion of our deaths. After that the Trio was dismantled and I had to restructure. Without the other two, I could focus on my own goals. The truth is that I never cared about the Trio's manifesto; I just followed my brother and his friend's wishes. So, using my powers and Anan's combined, I created an empire. Reaper can rot in jail; if it weren't for his influence, Ampere... Armand would be alive. And regarding the Alliance, I will never forgive them for taking my brother from me, but it is not enough to take their lives; I want them humiliated at my feet. And you will help me with that, dear."

Alan again did not respond, which seemed to irritate Siren.

"You are so unamusing; I will lower the intensity a bit so we can have a decent conversation. In the meantime, let me explain your role in this story. Over the past two years, Anan and I have tried to recreate the incident to disable the device in some lesser heroes, without success. Either the charge used was too weak, or so strong that it killed our test subjects, or the problem was another: it had to be Ampere's energy to work, or worse, a perfect combination of the events of that day, which would clearly be impossible, but... Anan?”

"But it turns out that it's not impossible, just very unlikely; it would require an unique combination. One that I myself experienced but unfortunately did not have the means to recreate. This was almost thirty years ago; the Alliance had not yet been established, and the sharing of information about superhuman abilities was scarce. In my search for knowledge, I found an old man with the same powers as you, kid. Together we experimented and to our surprise we managed to combine our powers. The trick was to deceive the part of his consciousness that made his powers work and thus turn an illusion into reality. And that was one of the most incredible things I have ever witnessed. We conjectured for some time about the possibilities that this gave us; with the right approach, we could rewrite a person's entire history, turn a criminal into someone useful for society, or even reverse aging process. However, since he could only retain memories of a few minutes, that remained just a theory. Only a few years later were the first enhancers identified, but it was too late; my old friend had left this world."

"Which doesn't mean that someone with a similar power couldn't appear again; unlikely but not impossible. So we pooled the company's resources in two fronts: one focused on identifying and recruiting as many enhancers as possible and the other on finding someone with the same powers. Anan managed to infiltrate among the Alliance trackers to facilitate this. And now we are here, finally ready to test his hypothesis and start my revenge."

"Why..."

"What, dear?"

"Why... help her... Deceiver... fight against... you... hero."

"Kid, you heard Serena say it yourself, she no longer needs to use her powers on me; I am her ally. This toy is just a guarantee on her part. A guarantee totally unnecessary, as she knows well."

"Silly boy, if I had patience I would do to you what I did to him; in five years you would be a totally different person, but I want more, and I want it now."

"No... never... impossible..."

"Impossible doesn’t exist for people like us. Get ready; You can send the girl in, Anan."

Anan headed to the doors and returned with a young woman who seemed to radiate power.

"Faye is our most skilled enhancer; she is charged with the power of all the others we have gathered for our ranks. It’s so much energy that if released in some heroes could cause catastrophic changes in the world, but this time it will be just in one person. Rest now, dear."

The feeling of stupor intensified, mixing with a feeling that something extremely wrong, was going to happen to him and then Alan felt a hand guiding his bare hand his other hand, while he struggled to overcome those sensations, knowing what was coming.

"Annnh..." His eyes widened as he fought to stop it, only to discover he had no strength in him. He began to visibly sweat as the first images began to appear before him, it was a matter of seconds before his powers activate, so he try even more desperately to escape that predicament.

"You are going to give me what I want." Serena's voice lost its softness. "This will be easier for all of us if you stop trying to resist." This only made the young man want to fight even more. He grunted defiantly as he looked at the beautiful woman who seemed ready to devour him alive, and then, summoning strength he didn’t know where it came from, he screamed as he felt something starting to stir inside him. He groaned as he felt his whole body contract in the prison that was that armchair, his arms flexing, his abdomen cramping, his legs outstretched. As the images passed before him, too quickly to be truly understood, he felt something he had never felt before: his raw power coursing through his whole body while something very different of himself began to awaken in a deep corner of his mind, advancing slowly but steadily to the surface. That thing brought with it an aggressiveness he had never experienced before; he wanted to punch someone, blow heads off, break legs! As Alan struggled to contain that invasion of his consciousness, he let out a grunt that resembled a growl through his clenched teeth. That torrent of indecipherable images were beginning to alter him more profoundly. They came like a wave pushing him to accept what was happening, and he realized that he wanted part of it: the adrenaline of battle, the sensation of crushed bones under his fist and broken necks under his feet, always living at the center of the action. The young man with wavy blonde hair, lost in that myriad of sensations, did not notice when someone removed the hood and mask he was wearing, or that his hair was slowly darkening and shortening. As his jaw widened and sculpted into a square shape, his neck bulged with pure muscle and his chest expanded forward. Why had he never tried to exercise properly? Why hadn’t he trained in any fighting? He was a hero; this should be basic! Besides, that would be fun, and he needed a little fun in his life while having such a responsible job.

As the images continued to swirl in his head his biceps contracted and relaxed reaching the size of cannonballs. His chest expanded absurdly, widening and projecting, while his lats grew to the point where it seemed that two wings were coming out from there, forcing the t-shirt he was wearing into tatters, partially hanging from his immense physique. He really needed to put more effort into his training; after all, his strength and dexterity were what made him known. Of course, his powers helped, but many times he didn’t even use it just to ensure more fun while doing his job. The whirlwind of images spun, in his head. As the pace increased, he could practically feel his mind shrinking while that other brutal will expanded. The two consciences touched in an assimilation process as his modified memories began to solidify... The memory that he had entered in college thanks to his GPA disappeared, replaced by the fact that his entry was due to a wrestling and gymnast scholarship. His legs expanded, thighs transforming into tree trunks, calves into defined diamonds, his butt growing , two perfect muscular globes.

Suddenly, the flow of memoreis began to slow down, perhaps approaching the end; Came the moment of discovering his abilities; it was awese! He relived the moment he used his powers against thugs in a dark alley, laughing at the fallen idiots. Now his feet increased from a discreet size eight to a gigantic size thirteen, bursting the too-small sneakers and socks, exposing the massive paws covered with thick veins that emanated an animalistic funk.

Slowly, a wave of thick black hair began to spread from his toes to the base of his thighs, transforming his smooth crotch into a thicket that almost completely hid his average cock. The hair continued its advance, while images of other street fights filled his head, many of them started by him for no major reason. A treasure trail formed on his abdomen, slightly covering the defined six-pack, while the two slabs of meat that were his pecs became covered by a thick layer, and his pits by two giant funky bushes. Finally, his new square face was covered by a well trimmed beard, the bruises fading, while his was shaved in a military buzzcut. His bright blue eyes slowly took on a brown hue, while a spark of intelligence was replaced by malice. When a tanned tone spread across his skin another memory of his abilities capabilities took the forefront. It was the recollection of a night when he had made three women from his college climax in a loop. Reliving that made his dick come alive inside the underwear that was almost ripping apart due to the pressure exerted by his massive thighs and giant ass. The addition of a thick cock was the final blow, making his underwear tear and exposing the engorged nine inches python.

The growing man roared as the muscles of his entire body tensed again, definition forming in all of them, the striations visible, a huge scar in his pec. He had become the perfect specimen physically, but that was still not enough; a body that size couldn't belong to an eighteen-year-old wrestler and gymnast. That was the body of a mature experienced in man... which he truly was. After dropping out of college in his junior year, he enlisted and ended up joining the SEALs, his appearance and heritage were usefull in operations in the Middle East. During the seven years he served his body had gone from lean and strong to a tremendous mass of raw muscular power.

After being discharged, he had done his work in all corners of the world; his name was whispered in fear from the bustling streets of New Delhi to the narrow alleys of Eastern Europe.

"no...."

Those people were trying to turn him into a war machine, and the worst part was that he liked what he was becoming, a being of pure masculinity who would be in command of any battle, ensuring that enemies were broken and incapacitated, out of commission for a long time, if not permanently. He didn't care if the opponents remained on the ground forever. The two entities inside him were already so amalgamated that any attempt to fight against the process became an impossible struggle. Alan had become an efficient brute, a powerful warrior devoid of mercy while doing his job, reveling in it, with a playful smile always on his face. That last spark of resistance extinguished taking with it all the arguments for why he should have fought against what was being done to him, while his hardened cock shot a torrent of cum into the air and he was overwhelmed by an extreme sensation of pleasure before suddenly losing consciousness.

"Alan, are you listening to me?"

"It's Aslan, ma'am; it means lion." replied the muscular giant to the beautiful woman leaning against his chest, the two laying on the persian rug in her luxurious office after countless hours of wild sex.

"Whatever your name is, if you're going to work for me, it's important that you listen while I'm talking to you. Just because we're occasional fuck partners doesn't mean this will change; I demand respect from all my employees, including my head of security and tactical operations. Are we understood?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Great. As I was saying before you got distracted, before we put Operation Gracefall into practice, I need to test you in the field."

"I believed my credentials spoke for me."

"I am a cautious woman. I may be dying for revenge on those fools, but first we need to test if Anan's memory will work on the blocking device. Understand that this is for your own safety; your ability is incredible, but it's no match for the heavyweights of the Alliance, at least not yet. We'll work on that, but first I need to test you. So listen closely to my instructions."

….

Aslan confidently entered the company field operations GQ, quickly gathering his team.

"Gentlemen, my name is Aslan Ayad; you may refer to me as Sir or Commander. Tonight we will have a special operation. The Lady Boss wants us to capture a rookie hero and bring him here for recruitment. Apparently, normally this is a job done by Mr. Anan Tsé, but she wants to test my skills and yours. Any questions?"

"Sir, Sorry, but why does the boss want us to capture a rookie?"

"Because, soldier, it seems that the kid hasn’t been contacted by the Alliance yet, which means he hasn’t had the blocking device applied to him, making him quite susceptible to her powers."

"What kind of rookie goes out to patrol without proper protection?"

"Did I ask you something or authorize you to speak, soldier?"

"No, sir; sorry, sir!"

"That’s better. To facilitate communication, all of you are now authorized to speak without asking for my permission. Regarding your question, I asked myself the same thing. God, I was an idiot at the age when my powers manifested, but I would never be foolish enough to dress like a clown and not wear the right protections."

"So you never thought of being a superhero, sir?"

"Me, a superhero? I’ve been hero enough serving my country for so long, only to be discarded for doing my job too well. It's not my fault the black ops were fun. But this business of a cape crusade would never give me the satisfaction I seek. Ok boys, enough of small talk, I want all equipment tested multiple times in the next hours. After that we will have some fun. We have a naive goodie to recruit and I plan to enjoy every minute of it!"

[vawilcox]

**warning** this story contains a instance of being drugged by scum bags. Nothing worse happens, but it could still be traumatic for some readers. Please read with caution!

Dabi was casing out a hero stronghold that he had planned on attacking with the L.O.V. when his eyes roamed into you, shopping at the convenience store across the street. He froze. His heart stopped and he couldn't stop staring at you. The unscarred portion of his face turned as red as a tomato. She's sweet as candy. He thought to himself. Then his eyes continued to stalk you as you made your way out of the store. A passing tween cat called out to you and a vein popped on your forehead as you raised a fist and barked off his advance. Dabi grinned at this. And also sour. My little sour patch. Dabi lost all interest in his mission and followed you home. Making sure he wasn't seen. 

The next few weeks went by like normal for you. Work. Sleep. Throw all the money into bills and do it all over again. You had no clue that directly across from your apartment window, the apartment facing yours had a hostile take over. A villain showed up and told them they were living there now and that they needed to keep the food coming and to leave him alone. The older couple complied in fear, but soon found the villain wasn't too bad. He spent his time sitting at the window looking in a telescope. 

A few weeks more went by and things started to get a little weird. You'd come home to a bouquet of your favorite flowers on the front porch, or notice a new bag of your favorite candies in your jacket pocket on the way to work. One night you came home after a particularly bad day at work, having gotten in a fight with a co worker. Your favorite dinner was on the table, steaming hot. The dishes that had piled up were all washed and put away... the messy house was spotless... you were freaked out, but looked in ever inch of your home and found nothing missing and no one there.

You shrugged your shoulders, too exhausted and burnt out to care more. You ate the food and found it was made exactly how you prefer. You had no clue that Dabi was staring at you while you ate with a giddy smile. 

When you went to work the next day the coworker you had a fight with was absent. You found out later that in the middle of the night some kind of accident happened and he was put in the hospital.

Life went on. Little sweet things kept coming and you just started to expect it. You were invited to a girls night out with some co workers and went along to have fun and unwind. Not realizing that your whole world was about to change.

Your two girlfriends didn't tell you that they were bringing dates. Feeling like a total loser of a fifth wheel,  you decide to go off and sit alone. They were so wrapped up in their dates they didn't even notice your absence, you noticed bitterly.

You were so focused on your friends you didn't notice the shifty guys eyeing you from the doorway. You didn't notice the money they passed to the bartender nor the pill slipped into your drink. You just remember feeling something was off, in a daze being guided outside... the sound of a struggle and the arms guiding you change. The new ones radiated warmth and were rough, like they were scarred.

You woke up in your favorite pajamas in your own bed, a tray of your favorite breakfast was sitting on the table next to your bed, and a heavily scarred man sat beside your bed glaring at you with his hands steepled, clearly agitated and in deep contemplation.

After taking a quick look over your body you didn't feel anything was off, other than your head being a little muddled. "H-hi.. so um.. what are you doing in my bedroom? Ugh.. my house.. and uh.. why am I in my pj's and what's up with this breakfast?" You ask sheepishly.

"What why and how's huh? Not my planned first conversation but.. it's better than always imagining something that never happens, I suppose." The stranger muttered to himself. His voice gravely. His face and arms covered in scars and piercings. "Wish I could bring them back from the dead and punish them again for this conversation." You hear him mutter, barely audible. Your face paled. It sounded like he just mentioned killing people! 

"Uh.... who do you want to bring back from the dead?" The second time in the last few minutes you've opened up your mouth,  and the second time you sounded like a scared sheep in your own ears. You mentally curse yourself for sounding so weak. It's so uncharacteristic of you.

"Well, my little sour patch, what do you remember of last night?" He responds, you can tell by his tone he is in a pretty dark mood.  You get huffy. What kind of jerk answers a question with another question!? You think to yourself irritabily But still... what do I remember about last night? Thinking back... your friends thoughtless betrayal of girls night... the weird feeling.. the strange creepy feeling of strange men guiding you out of the building... your face goes totally pale and you start to panic.. oh no... not that... don't tell me that last night I was.... then you remember the last part of your memory from last night. The sound of fighting! The hands touching you changed to ones that touched you gently. You remember feeling safe in those hands. They were warm and rough but you knew they were there to protect you. You look up to the stranger, meeting his gorgeous blue eyes briefly and pulling your gaze away, feeling that they'd draw you in and keep you forever if you didn't look away right away... your eyes fall to his rough, scarred hands... everything clicks. You look down to your pj's. To your favorite breakfast, made exactly how you like it. You think back to the flowers, the meals, the treats...

"It was all you... wasn't it?" You barely whisper. Looking up into those enchanting eyes one more time only to hear him whisper back: "Sure was, my sour patch. And I'll take care of you in house from now on. You're not going out of my sight ever again." He said this as a matter of fact, you knew he had some kind of hidden strength and that you had no way out. But somehow you knew he'd never hurt you.. you should have been scared. But you were flattered. "Th-thanks... eat breakfast with me?" You offer meekly. He smiles and nods and scoots up next to you and hand feeds you breakfast in bed. 

[livingtobethevillain]

Okay so ive continued to think A LOT about red hood!lian. With that being said. Everyone knows that if you get too invested in a character youll give them lore. So naturally I gave her some trauma for some flavor.

(CW; gun violence, school shooting, hostage situation, implied murder/death of minor characters)

Imagine this:

Lian is at school when the men with guns invade and round everybody up into the gym. Lian is sitting quietly with the other hostages. Dutifully going through the breathing exercises that her dad taught her. Curled up with the other kids but also desperately trying to get some of the younger softer ones to quiet down and stop crying so loud. She knows how this goes. No matter how much her dad tries to shield her from the ugliness of the world she knows what happens if you draw attention in these situations. Unfortunately shes proven right.

One of the louder ones gets yanked away and thrown to the ground. Lian can't help the way she tries to jump up to help (she is her father's daughter after all) but she gets pushed down ruthlessly by one of the attackers. Her friend sits shaking at the feet of one of the men who is yelling and gesturing wildly with the gun in his hand.

Lian takes multiple deep breaths and looks up at the guy who pushed her down. The guy has his back turned, he's jeering and laughing at the horrific scene in front of them. children's lives are in danger and hes laughing.

lians eyes flick down to the unsecured gun at the man's hip and lian doesnt give herself a moment to hesitate. Her teacher follows her line of sight and desperately tries to reach out, but before her teacher can grasp onto her lian is lunging forward and snatching the gun from the man's holster.

The man whips around and steps back at the child pointing his own weapon at him. Lian stands there, breathing shakily and trembling but she feels her resolve harden upon taking all of the wide eyes laying on her shoulders. She knows her dad is a hero. He doesn't know she knows but nonetheless. It's her turn.

"Give her back" she whispers. "...What?"All eyes are on her. Lian grits her teeth and her grip on the gun steadies. It's just like those times uncle Jay took her down to the shooting range...only if the targets were living breathing human beings.

Lians face twists and she forces away tears of frustration. No. These weren't human beings. They were the scum of the earth that uncle Jay and dad always scowled at when the news came on.

"Put my friend back in the group. Or else I'll shoot." If lian had half a mind to she wouldve been proud of how steady her voice was.

Silence.

The attackers look at each other and the one holding her friend scoffs and dares to point his weapon at the little girl on the ground.

He doesnt believe her. He doesnt see how serious she is. That was his last mistake.

"You wouldn't da-"

BANG

The guy drops and then it's chaos. Lian doesn't think. She shuts down and suddenly she's dragging her friend back and into Her teachers arms and she's shooting off as many rounds as she can into any threat who gets too close. She doesn't feel the bullets that are fired back at her. The ones that barely miss and the ones that cut and sink into her skin.

She stays on guard well after the guys scatter upon hearing someone shout about "bats" and whoever else. And it isn't until she whips around to point the gun at her own father that she finally snaps out of it and drops the gun like it's burned her.

Suddenly she can't stop crying and all she can see is the bodies litering the floor. Her dad surges forward and cradles her in his arms rocking back and forth and telling her "its okay. It's okay honey, I'm so proud of you. It's okay you can rest"

[zephrunsimperium]

It takes a very special kind of strength to spend three decades working on something you can barely comprehend just to bring back someone who didn’t treat you as well as they should.

What kills me is just how uncertain everything would have been. Stan had frighteningly little information to go off of, yet staggeringly unshakable faith. The way he talks to himself while he’s working on it just twists my soul about because he has no idea what’s going to happen when he turns the portal on. He has no idea if Ford is even still alive and I think at this point, the idea of all his work being for nothing would actually destroy him.

Imagine if Ford didn’t come through the portal. The implication that you spent 30 years on something and it didn’t mean anything, that you probably killed the only person who ever believed in you because you’re just That Incompetent and they were all right about you, you were never going to amount to anything because you are the scum of the earth, you are nothing more than a Stan Co. knock off of the real thing and even though you deserve every bad thing that’s happened, it just hurts and the fact that no one cares makes it that much worse.

Ford calls Stan a hero, but I worry that that epithet is too vague to really impact him. Because sure, Stan may have untold trauma from living in the dregs of society, but Ford has blood splattered journals and a rivalry with a demon. That’s what heroes look like. They don’t look like tired old charlatans who run a tourist trap.

But strength - especially the kind of strength it must have required for Stan to even get up every morning - isn’t always flashy or even visible. Sometimes the strongest thing you can do is continue to love when the world has given you absolutely no reason to.

[brilliant-red-eternity]

Wouldn’t it be better to ship Akane with a guy who isn’t absolutely morally bankrupt or something?Not that she needs to be in a relationship to be happy or something.But isn’t Kougami just a serial killer with just extra steps😭I never got his appeal or how he became the definitive charecter for psycho pass when plenty of better charecters out there.The way people romanticise him(or his trigger happy tendencies lol) just because he’s hot doesn’t sit right with me.Absolutely no charecter growth whatsoever,literally causing problems for everyone by his selfish decisions.At this point I think Kougami getting killed to save someone would be considered his charecter growth.I don’t even see the case for Akane even being attracted to him in the first place.I am sorry.She’s extremely kind to everyone.That’s why she treats him like a human.

To be honest, I had a hard time coming up with an answer. You make it quite clear that you don’t think much of Kogami and how should I argue against it? It’s a matter of personal preference whether or not you have sympathy for a fictional character and want to understand his or her motivations. It’s true that Kogami is not the glorious hero of the story, but wasn’t that precisely the author’s intention? To contrast him with Akane and have him take a more pragmatic stance, leaving moral reasons aside?

I won’t see Providence until the end of August so I can’t really grasp where the negativity is coming from. My advice would be to not dismiss his character out of hand but try to dig a little deeper. Kogami is not some one-dimensional caricature. In the Psycho FES stage play, Akane says that Kogami is a person who “lives between violence and philosophy”. There is a whole spectrum of characteristics that he has, including very contradictory ones. Kogami is idealistic, but also arrogant. He’s courageous in battle, but cowardly when it comes to interpersonal relationships. He has a sense of morality, but doesn’t strictly adhere to it. He is intelligent, but makes stupid and harmful decisions. He’s selfish, but also selfless enough to sacrifice his life for a higher purpose. He fights his opponents with brute force like a beast, but his desire to protect the weak shows that he’s also a kind and compassionate human being.

Kogami is a walking contradiction. Most people are and that is probably what makes him so popular among fans. People can identify very well with a character who has flaws, screws up or fails as long as he tries to move forward somehow. The road to self-knowledge is rarely a straight line, so I can understand that his character growth (or lack thereof) may be frustrating for some. Providence seems to be another important transit station for Kogami and he appears to have learned his lesson. We don’t get to see his rampant violent behaviour in PP3. He also managed to survive three more years until he came to pick up Akane which wouldn’t have been possible if he had continued his self-destructive lifestyle with the SAD.

The term serial killer doesn’t fit him. Kogami isn’t a psychopath who wants to gain control over another human being, nor is he thirsty for fame. People seem to forget that he doesn’t kill law-abiding citizens but criminals and scum and it wouldn’t be a problem in any other action movie/comic book where the climax is always a final battle between protagonist and antagonist. I don’t want to justify violence and murder because it’s morally wrong, but other characters seem to understand Kogami well enough: Masaoka and Saiga assisted him with Makishima, knowing full well what the outcome would be. Ginoza helped him fight Rutaganda and said “I owe you” (because he killed Makishima and revenged his father’s death) before handing Kogami back Masaoka’s revolver and letting him escape. Garcia’s “mug shot” was already on Frederika’s laptop before anyone even knew this man was pulling the strings behind the attacks in Tibet. She probably supported Kogami so generously with expensive high-tech during his suicide mission because Garcia was on MoFA’s hit list all along. However, it is always Kogami who gets his hands dirty. If anything, it makes him an incorrigible idiot.

Kogami seems unable to look away when injustice happens. In this respect, he is no different from Akane who challenges Sibyl every time she sees a problem. They’re both stubborn, but Kogami’s desire for vigilante justice makes him a complicated character. An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind is exactly why Akane rejects violence and defends the rule of law. However, the law didn’t protect people from Makishima under Sibyl and it doesn’t exist outside Japan. The law of the jungle creates only fear and instability, and innocent people get hurt. Kogami has accepted to be a tool in the lawless world and he may even consider it his fate. Is that selfish? It rather looks like he doesn’t attach much importance to his own happiness and treats his life as disposable. His selfishness brings him no advantages, quite the contrary. Kogami sacrifices his own salvation and it sends his life into a downward spiral as he becomes more and more detached from the people he loves.

I think Kogami is a baka but he isn’t morally bankrupt. While he claims to have no regrets, his actions and thoughts paint a very different picture. He tried to live without violence and killing in Tibet and he didn’t want Tenzing to end up like him. He openly admits to Akane that his way of doing things is wrong and he was haunted by Makishima’s ghost right after the murder which proves that he has a conscience. I think the only slip he ever had was when he told Akane to kill Makishima in Nona Tower. The scene emphasizes his selfish nature and just like Hamlet, he seemed willing to not only accept his own downfall in the pursuit of revenge, but that of others too. He also didn’t think about Saiga’s future when he showed up at his house after escaping the PSB.

Kogami has refrained from dragging others into his business since then and has kept to himself like a lone wolf. But no man is an island and his egoism remains a problem. I guess he won’t realize that his actions have an impact on others until he receives Akane’s letter as a wake-up call in Providence. It remains to be seen whether he’s willing to change his habits in the future or not, but I’m hopeful.

Regret and remorse are usually two different things. Kogami says that he has no regrets about the past when he talks to Akane on the phone and I think he’s sincere. He doesn’t wish to undo his decisions. In his view, the “dirty work” needed to be done and Kogami believes that he alone bears the consequences and the sorrow, no one else. That changes when he finally sees how much his actions affect and hurt others. Akane’s letter makes him helpless and angry. I think it’s clear that Kogami starts to feel remorse and to develop a sense of responsibility. Remember how Garcia said that Kogami would be living the life of a guy who never took responsibility for anyone else? At some point between PPP and FI, Kogami undoubtedly realized that he needs to apologize to Akane and that he needs to mend his ways. I would consider this character growth.

I understand that some people take a dislike to Shinkane and wish to find Akane a “better” man. I adore this ship but I’m not indulging in fantasies about Kogami and neither does Akane. She has learned to see him for who he is, especially since Shambala. Is it a surprise that she likes him anyway? That she still has faith in him? Kogami is not evil. He’s a man with good intentions who lost his way and nobody but himself can save him. Letting him die while protecting someone would be the easiest way out of his character dilemma so I hope they won’t do it. It would look like a death sentence with a quick karma reset. I don’t even want to imagine how Akane would feel about his death, especially if he died protecting her. There are other ways to atone for one’s sins: to help others, take responsibility and do good in the long run.

Kogami is indeed a brooding hot type of guy, but that’s not why he’s in the story. His purpose is to interact with the protagonist. Kogami started as Akane’s mentor and he inspired her to grow by challenging her. She soon surpassed him and confronted him with her own views about humanity, the law and the idea of how society should look like. They began to form two opposites of the same coin and it became the premise of season one and beyond. No one cares that Frederika kills vagabonds or that Gino shoots Peacebreakers. It doesn’t matter because it’s all about the contrast between these two. Akane’s approach is non-violent, that’s why Kogami’s violent approach looks particularly extreme. They’re like complementary colours where one colour emphasizes the properties of the other. She’s a disciplined person, he’s a wild animal. She looks like a saint, he is the epitome of a sinner. She operates within the system, he is on the outside. They’re incompatible. They’re also intertwined like yin and yang. Is it so outlandish that fans want to see the two of them together? Maybe. But it also feels natural, like holding two magnets with opposite poles together. I can’t help but feel the pull.

Akane doesn’t need a romance to be happy, I agree. She has friends and she completely dedicates her life to creating a better society for everyone. However, her options to influence the system seem exhausted at the end of Providence. Sibyl wants to get rid of her by promoting her to a less influential position in the Ministry. Sibyl also wants to abolish the law. Akane probably felt she had nothing left to lose and therefore killed chief Kasei as the final act of her career. I don’t see her having a happy marriage or kids and all that stuff but Akane shouldn’t remain alone like a martyr. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to experience love, especially in world dominated by algorithms and AI.

We all want Akane to be happy and I can understand your annoyance with Kogami. They’re not a perfect match, especially since they repeatedly find themselves in situations that are extremely stressful and existential. But every relationship is a learning process and a daily struggle. It’s a gain in knowledge about myself and the other, and it’s doomed if there is no forgiveness. Akane and Kogami have known each other for eight years but they have only spent a few months in each other’s company. Wouldn’t it be interesting to see what they could achieve together, now that Kogami is back in Japan and Akane is released from confinement? Akane doesn’t place much value on material things, and I doubt she cares about etiquette or social conventions like marriage anymore. She’s an outlaw just like Kogami. Their existence has become an act of rebellion against the system and since they both have been spiritually connected from day one, it would be great to explore their bond further and not just stop.

You said that Akane treats Kogami like a human being only because she’s kind. Is that so? When they first met, Kogami represented the exact opposite of the artificial world of Sibyl in which Akane grew up. I guess she was attracted to Kogami (and developed a crush on him) because he was a human being, someone from the mundane world, a world she thought had perished long ago: paper books, no holograms in his home or closet, file folders and photographs, physical strength and critical thinking. All of the enforcers had a different lifestyle, but it was Kogami who fascinated her the most. He had something archaic about him, something mystical and exotic. He was also quite masculine and Akane liked his physical appearance very much, although this was a bit more obvious in the novels where she described his face as handsome. Was Kogami her first love? Did she like the idea of saving him? I don’t know. Fact is that Akane wanted him to remain human, that’s why she didn’t like the term “hunting dog”. She didn’t want him to become a murderer because she genuinely cared about him. And even after that, she wished that someday they would meet again like two human beings.

Kogami’s obsession with Makishima made it impossible for him to understand Akane. Only on his journey did he gradually come to his senses at the sight of all the shitholes created by lawlessness and anarchy worldwide. After that, he tried to hold on to Akane’s words. He tried to live without violence and killing in Tibet. He saved a bus with refugees. He ensured that Tenzing did not throw her life away. He managed to shake off Makishima’s ghost and found the courage to return home. He allowed Akane to arrest him for the killing of Tonami and apologized after picking her up from the isolation facility. Is it just me or didn’t it look like Kogami was bowing to Akane, because his head and gaze were tilted slightly downward?

Kogami has serious flaws and a preference for violence, but he isn’t bad through and through. I bet we will see his character grow from here. Look at Akane’s happy face at the end of First Inspector ! If that doesn’t give you hope, I don’t know what will.

[robinrites]

Chapter 6

Little bit of a shorter chapter because it's a flashback and it just felt like a natural ending spot, but I hope you all enjoy it nonetheless!

CW: Suggestive touch (ie dragging a hand down someone's face), starvation, sensory deprivation, torture

When Superhero stormed into Villain’s cell, he didn’t even need to say anything to let Villain know he was mad. He slammed the door shut and marched up to Villain, grabbing him off the ground by his shirt to yell in his face. 

“Useless piece of shit that can’t do anything right!” Superhero yelled before dropping Villain back to the ground. “We had a simple plan to take down this group of criminal shits like yourself,” Superhero paused to kick Villain in the side several times. “And you know what happened? You’re precious Hero decided to spare their lives and send them to prison.” He lifts Villain off the ground by his shirt again. “You’re lucky you know that right? I’m giving you a chance to be better, unlike those guys, I would’ve just killed ‘em. They weren’t special like you are.” Superhero’s free hand brushed down Villain’s face, sending a chill down their spine. Superhero dropped Villain again. 

“Now! I need to get this anger out somehow, I’m sure you understand Villain. I mean I was set to kill like five bad guys. Instead, I just get to teach you how to stop being the scum of the earth, so I’m sure you get it.” Villain whimpered, but nodded anyway, while he pulled his hands over his face to protect it. 

“I’m feeling in the mood for ‘human punching bag’ what do you think?” Villain fought back a sob, but nodded again, knowing it would be the least bad option he’d be given tonight. Superhero smirked, then quickly got to work attaching and detaching the different chains, something he’s gotten very fast at. Somedays, Superhero will gradually lift Villain’s arms above his head, not tonight though. His wrists were quickly torn above his head, the mechanism continuing until Villain’s feet were an inch above the ground. Somewhere along the way, Villain heard his shoulder pop, then a wave of pain washed over him. 

“Oh Villain, crying out in pain before we’ve even started? That’s not good. For you I mean, for me it’s fantastic.” Superhero smirked, rolling his sleeves up slightly. 

Every hit managed to jostle his shoulder, no matter where he was hit. Superhero left him ungagged this time, delighting in every scream he managed to get from Villain. No amount of begging managed to dissuade Superhero, if anything it only prolonged the torture. After nearly 30 minutes of this, Superhero finally left Villain alone, leaving him hanging so he could easily see every new bruise and cut that littered his torso. His legs had been the brunt of far less than his torso, yet they were still speckled with bruises of varying colors. Eventually, Superhero came back in, far calmer, and let Villain down for the night. 

Superhero left Villain alone for another period of time, the time itself irrelevant to Villain, but heartbreaking to Hero. 

Eventually, Superhero returned and once again strung Villain up by their wrists. “I feel like something’s going to go down.” Superhero had said, frenzied while gagging and blinding Villain. “I don’t know when, but I feel like the villain’s of this city are up to no good, so unfortunately, I’m going to be too busy for you for a bit.” Villain whimpered, terrified about being put into a state of sensory deprivation for an unknown amount of time. “Oh don’t worry dear,” Superhero grabs Villain by the chin, “I’ll stop in every couple of days to give you a break okay?” Tears begin to roll down Villain’s face as heavy headphones find their way onto his ears. 

True to his word, Superhero stopped by every couple of days. He would take the headphones off and tell Villain about what he had been up to the past couple of days, then inject him with some kind of drug. Then repeat again and again and again. In total, Villain thinks he came in every 4 or so days for nearly two weeks. 

Then he remembers feeling the cell door swing open, practically the only sensation he knew to expect when Superhero came to visit. The only indicator, or warning, that Villain was no longer alone always sent shivers down his spine. In spite of the fact he couldn’t hear, Villain still tried to beg Superhero to let him down. He whimpered as he could feel someone standing in front of him. A quiet picking noise filled the room, then Villain felt himself fall, only to be caught by strong arms and be gently lowered to the ground. The noise happened again, then his ankles felt freed. Slowly the blindfold, gag and headphones are removed from his face. Bright light blinded him until they were barely adjusted. He opened his eyes and saw the lights illuminating the most beautiful man he’d ever seen. 

“H-help.” His voice cracked, it’d been nearly a week since Superhero had last given him water. 

“Can you walk?” The man asked, resulting in Villain shaking his head. 

“S-Sorry.” 

“Hey, nothing to be sorry about. Can I carry you?” 

Villain doesn’t know why he trusted this man, but he found himself nodding anyway. “W-Who are you?” 

Villain barely heard the man start to respond before passing out in his arms.

[mxtxfanatic]

Fandom Gripe #19: ok this one is kinda shocking to me since I used to love them (before I read the novel) but I apparently now have a viscerally negative reaction to prisoner!wwx who surrenders himself as captive to any of the great clans, but particularly the Lan.

Excuse me for asking, but what fucking right do any of the clans have to take Wei Wuxian, who had committed no offense against them, prisoner??? In what world would that not just be broadcasting their own corruption to willingly imprison a man who has literally done nothing to them except win them a war??? “He uses himself as leverage to save the Wen” is not a good enough excuse to argue that him being prisoner is a “good” or even neutral thing, that the clan imprisoning him wouldn’t automatically be evil by default after that point, because nobody thinks the Wen remnants are a threat. (If they truly thought this, they could’ve easily followed wwx to Qiongqi Path to see the labor camps but 🤷🏽‍♀️) What’s funny is I’ve never seen a fic argue that the Jin imprisoning wwx, even after Jin Zixuan’s death, would be a moral or justified thing, but if anyone else is written to do it, it’s suddenly fine and dandy??? And this especially paints Lan Wangji in a terrible light for going along with it if it’s his clan doing the imprisoning! No excuse—not “well he wants to protect wwx!” or “he doesn’t want to disappoint his family!”—would justify him going along with such an injustice, which is why canon Lan Wangji never fucking goes along with it.

This just feels like the attic wife trope trying to disguise itself as a love story. The Wen remnants are usually disappeared from the narrative post-deal, “protected” by the same group of people who couldn’t even be bothered to follow wwx to the site of their continued genocide, wwx continues to take every bit of abuse thrown at him with no pushback (ALSO ooc for him), and the clans get to continue living in their delusions of righteousness. Nobody ever questions the validity of the “army” they were supposedly afraid of wwx building after taking in the Wen remnants (despite it being a heavy point in these fics), and the Lan (the most popular jailers) get to play hero by “freeing” wwx from his own cultivation. Then we, the audience, are expected to clap as wwx lives his happily ever after as an attic wife, just like Madam Lan.

I hate how these fics have taken this horror trope that even the book condemns and have tried to twist it into a romance and a healing journey. Sorry, but nobody in the history of ever has healed from unjust captivity while being treated like scum, and if we wanna talk about consent issues in a story, let’s talk about the dubiousness (AT BEST) of a jailer fucking their captive, then, huh? Also wwx isn’t dumb enough to think that the same group of people who created and/or condoned the existence of the Wen labor camp are going to suddenly protect those same Wen remnants if only he gave up his protection shield and surrendered himself for experimentation “cleansing of resentful energy.” Also, he isn’t dumb enough to believe that the same clans who always choose greed and power above all would keep their word to him. Stop treating wwx like’s he’s a desperate, politically naive, and unintelligent character!

[samgirl98]

Cain and Abel Wept 9/?

Hey guys, sorry for not updating sooner. I'm applying for new jobs, and depression has hit me like a wrecking ball. So, in order to not experience burnout, I have decided to just update once or twice a week. Thanks for understanding

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The US Looking to Start an Interdimensional War

Metahuman Rights Under Attack

By: Lois Lane

METROPOLIS, June 20, 20XX—the United States passed a law two years ago that could start an interdimensional war and violate the rights of metahumans and aliens.

During Alexander (Lex) Luthor’s presidency, many laws were passed that endangered people, metahumans, and aliens and threatened their lives. Now, a new revelation has come to light about another danger that Lex Luthor has put humanity through, the risks of an interdimensional war.

During his presidency, Luthor signed a supposedly good bill for the environment. However, the Anti-Ecto Acts Laws were passed in that law, stating that any ectoplasmic being is not considered sapient or sentient. Among other horrors, these acts allow government-sanctioned kidnappings and experimentation of these beings.

“No one thought to ask or even observe us. We call ourselves ghosts; they call us post-human consciousness scum,” said Phantom, the young hero of Amity Park. “I have tried to keep both humans and ghosts safe, but it’s come to the point where ghosts are more in danger of the GIW—the Ghost Investigation Ward, who are Government sanctioned ghost hunters—so I decided to contact the Justice League.”

The young ghostly hero was able to contact Batman on June 18th, 20XX.

“It wasn’t easy,” Phantom continues to say, “Amity is a black zone due to the GIW, and getting information out or in is hard. That’s why I had to leave. The United States Government is declaring war on the inhabitants of the Infinite Realms—where ghosts reside—and if we don’t intervene, we can have a full-scale war where both sides will lose millions, if not more. I doubt the rest of the world wants a war because of the stupidity of one country.”

The Anti-Ecto Acts also begs the question: if we can declare a whole species of beings as non-sentient or sapient, what’s stopping the United States Government from repealing and turning against metahumans and aliens?

Danny felt nervous as he read the article. It had to be done for the good of the Realms and the human world.

Now if he could only be as decisive toward how he would handle his relationship with Damian.

Danny sighed. He never felt as overwhelmed as he did then, not even when a floating eyeball appeared in his room and declared him the new King of the Infinite Realm on his 16th birthday.

Ancients, why were feelings so hard?

He should talk to Jazz again. Danny frowned at the clock that read 3:15 am.

Well, maybe when she woke up.  

Danny was grateful that Bruce had called his parents instead of talking to him directly. After Batman met with the rest of the Justice League, a plan was formed.

First, they would publish an article in the Daily Planet about the Anti-Ecto Acts (thankfully, they had allowed Danny to keep out that he was also the Ghost King). They would put pressure on the UN to condemn the United States’ actions after, hopefully, getting public support. Then, Danny would show up, announce he was the Ghost King, and be a bridge between the Infinite Realms and the human world.

It was a simple plan, but so much could go wrong.

The GIW could find him and eliminate him before he could go in front of the UN. The GIW could let the more feral ghosts out and have them attack cities; the GIW could…Danny felt tears on his cheeks.

He was too young for this, too inexperienced.

Danny had been raised to be the heir to the Demon’s Head, but this was on a whole other level. Leading a cult was less terrifying than leading and protecting an entire realm with billions upon billions of inhabitants.

He wished he could talk to someone who would understand what it felt like to have the weight of leadership on their shoulder he wanted…he wanted his brother. He wanted Dami…

“Screw it,” Danny picked up the phone and texted his baby brother. He was allowed to be selfish.

____

Damian woke up to the chime of his phone. He glared at it blearily.

Then he saw it was from Danny.

He immediately woke up and got changed.

Come over. Bring Jason with you. It’s time we talked.

____

Jason had just gotten out of the shower after a long night out on patrol when he heard a knock.

He took out a gun and opened the door only to find his youngest brother. He put away the gun.

“What do you want, baby bat? This better be important, I was just about to go to sleep.

“Danny wants to meet with me, but wants you to come, too.”

Jason blinked in surprise, “Why? It’s not like we talked much.”

Jason ignored the fact that he had felt a connection with the teenager.

He’s the King of the Ghosts. Does that make him my king?

Jason ignored that question for the time being and shoved it deep in his mind.

“I don’t know, Jason, but please, can you just, please come with me?”

Damian looked at Jason with big, pleading, wet eyes, and he knew what he was going to say before he said it.

“Let me just get my helmet.”

____

An hour after sending the text, Danny heard a motorcycle coming down the road.

He took a deep breath (ignore the feel of steel in your chest, Danny.) and got up to meet his baby brother.

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[wicked7duncanforreal]

I really hate and admire how I am. I'm not perfect, but I consider myself a good person. Normally, I don't have bad intentions toward people in general; I don't intend to hurt anyone, and it twists me up to think if I ever did. In any type of relationship—friendship, romantic, etc.—I always try to do things right. When those relationships are damaged, I feel guilty, and at the same time, I don't. Because I know that the fact that I never had bad intentions makes me feel at peace, and being a good person improves many areas of life.

I feel very lonely and somewhat fulfilled, even though someone has hurt me a lot, and I was warned about it. It's impossible for me to hold a grudge. To me, holding a grudge against someone who meant everything to me isn’t worth it. For me, it’s unnecessary to act like I never knew them; how could I? Sometimes I feel like I’m the problem. I just want to fix, "save" people as if I were some kind of "hero." Introverts don't need saving. I, someone stable and somewhat secure, always tend to be around or with people who aren't, because what I want is for them to feel safe and loved when they're with me. It has already happened to me more than once that this ends badly.

I really must have some kind of "hyper-empathy." I don't hate anyone; each person has their life, their problems; everyone is the way they are due to their circumstances. Of course, there are exceptions. I try to be a washing machine for those "dirty" people in a good way, but I just end up getting myself dirty. The people who leave, do they really think about the efforts and good actions I did for them? The people who leave, do they really feel just as bad about losing a relationship with me? Do they really think I had bad intentions toward them? I don't know if I deserve all that or not. I'm not some kind of God to decide whether I did right or wrong.

Again, I feel like I’m not doing things wrong, so I come to the conclusion that I only come into the lives of unstable people, and that when I show my empathy, it only causes them to distance themselves or feel overwhelmed. Those people don’t need saving; really, they choose when to change. That doesn’t mean those people are scum. It’s just that life didn’t teach them well. I will always be willing to be friends with unstable people because I like making the people I care about feel good. But it’s the worst when I get attached and end up with emotional dependency.

When you have emotional dependency, it's because you see something special in that person that you don't see in others. But if you think about it, what makes that person special compared to the others? Here’s the answer: nothing. You simply develop emotional dependency, and your world starts to revolve around that person. Personally, I enjoy it to a certain extent, though I shouldn’t. I get to the point where I accept the smallest things until there’s a piece of that person everywhere I go, in every corner of my important things. Then it becomes a priority to the point where you don’t care if it’s mutual or not. But in the end, I can’t give my colors to people who don’t want to improve and will only leave me in gray.

I wish I could find someone who could love me the way I would. Honestly, I feel like I deserve it. I’m just going to keep being who I am, though I don’t regret meeting anyone who has come into my life. In the end, I learn from it all, and it served me in some way. I think there’s only one thing left to do: continue with my life. Ultimately, I don’t need to depend on a person; I can be freer in some way. My life isn’t so bad after all; I just let myself be destabilized by other people and was only going backward on the steps I had already climbed.

I still have my problems, many of them, but fortunately, for my luck and for the sake of everyone who knows me, I learned and know that I’ll never take them out on anyone. If someone has no friends, it’s for a reason. In my case, they always think I’m looking to get something out of the friendship, but never, seriously, never will I get tired of saying that I don’t do anything with bad intentions. I’m too good a person to completely push someone out of my life, though that can be bad because in some cases, it’s necessary.

Since I really have many opportunities, after this low point, I’m going to do many more things, as I’m not going to prioritize anyone over myself. I can learn to play the guitar, continue drawing and animating, open commissions, work in some way, skate, dress well, feel better about myself, keep going to the gym, make more friends, and many more things. But obviously, I need to feel sad for a while. It’s not easy for me to lose special people, and since they really are special, it’s not something I’ll get over overnight. All I can do is thank time for its company and accept reality.

I think it will be fun to meet them again someday, but not while my happiness depends on them. Everything in life has to be reciprocal. I can’t give the moon to someone who can’t even high-five me. I have to accept that I’m incredibly sad because when I tell someone I love them, I mean it. And considering that it’s hard for someone to reach my heart, never have emotional dependency on someone. It only happened to me because, in some way, I wanted it, and I have a mix of anxious attachment, hyper-empathy, some kind of Stockholm syndrome in relationships, being overly committed, and abandonment issues. But in the end, I know and hope it’s temporary. My life has improved too much to let it decline just because of people who didn’t value what a good friend I am.

I repeat that I’m not perfect, but really, this applies to everyone: the simple fact that you do it with good intentions gives you every right to say it wasn’t your fault, without needing to believe you’re better than anyone or refusing to accept your mistakes. I’m very fortunate to be able to reflect on all of this, fully accepting that these days certain events have shattered me. And the only thing I fear is becoming a bad person because I’ve learned that it worsens your life in many ways, since it’s a fact that you get what you give at some point. Or maybe I’ll just feel more insecure around people. Probably. I just need to find peace within myself and continue with my life.

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[dissonantia-goddess-of-chaos]

Dissonantia's Ride-or-Die outfit

Art by @joanathedummy

Art by @fanofrandomawesomeness

Art by @iamconfusionk0

Dissonantia, after taking some interest in Johnny Blaze and his unfortunate curse of spreading bad luck wherever he goes, disguised herself as a motorcycle rider, knowing fully well that the Ghost Rider would still be able to see through her and view her true form. After killing and consuming Mephisto, Blackheart, Vengeance (Kowalski), Lucifer, Lilith, and the rest of Hell's occupants and several fallen angels, Dissonantia took over the realm and made it another one of her base of operations, creating a large and dark castle on a separate piece of Hellscape from the main one, connected by a sturdy bridge. Favoring the ghost riders more than the other Marvel heroes, she created a stunt show and a race track for them in case they ever visit (her Hell isn't as much as torture, and more like a temporary prison for demons and spirits to go through while she raises and trains another army; the scum of the earth are the ones who actually get tortured and fed to Dissonantia after being "tenderized" for a certain amount of time—everyone else lives in the small villages that Dissonantia built for them). She continues to stalk Blaze, finding more and more information about his tragic backstory and powers, continuing to offer her services despite being constantly rejected. In order to get his attention, she starts picking off the enemies of the Ghost Rider one by one and consuming their souls and bodies. After claiming Hell and the throne (destroyed the old one and built the new one in her castle's throne room), Dissonantia separated a small part of herself to continue roam the human world, still disguised as a biker, while her true form stayed in Hell. She created her own "domesticated" demon servants in the form of large gargoyle-like demons, bloodthirsty succubi and incubi, imps, hellfire steeds/skeleton horses, dark ghostly spirits that act as spies and tempters, skeletal soldiers, hellhounds, demonic dragons and serpents, two manticores with barbed scorpion tails (both were abused circus lions that got polymorphed by Dissonantia), demonic Medusas who can use the Penance Stare, living iron bulls (Gorgons) that can turn people to stone with their breath, sentient iron maidens similar to the "abductor virgins" from Elden Ring, and agents from heaven (archangels who volunteered to train the demon army). Dissonantia built a ranch near the "Red Road" in Cascade Mountains, Oregon, called "Cottonmouth Ranch", and allowed Johnny, and eventually Talia Warroad, to move in. After some time, she proposed and married both. She gifted Johnny a holy elixir that would protect him as a mortal from demons and give him the powers of an archangel as the GhostRider, and she gave Talia a spellbook with every spell and incantation known to mankind. She also gave each spouse a pet: a loyal and friendly hellhound to Johnny that he named Scratch/"Scratchy", and a ghostly black cat to Talia that she named Fonzie. She saved Frank Castle/the Cosmic Ghost Rider and made him her herald.

Powers:

She has a very high pain tolerance, resulting her feeling pleasure instead, even when Johnny gave her the Penance Stare.

Using the powers she stole from Kowalski, she can change her appearance of a green flaming Ghost Rider, still retaining her red pupils and blacken eyes. This form also has the fiery yellow crown above her head.

In her centaur form, she can morph into an even deadlier Ghost Rider form: her skin melts off, revealing the hybrid skeleton underneath with green fire surrounding her body and a flaming crown above her horns.

Due to her reality manipulation and her newfound powers stolen from Vengeance, she can summon a Hellfire whip (that has a grappling hook in the shape of a skull at the tip), duel sickles, chains, pistol, shotgun, Hellscycle, and flaming wings at will. Due to her prior 50-year training with another spouse of her's, Dissonantia is able to duel with godsbane wrist gauntlet blades that form from the bones of her right arm shattering then growing, piercing through her skin, and turning into the metal that can kill gods.

Godly strength

Godly stamina

Godly durability

Godly agility

Regenerative healing factor

Supernatural awareness

Hellfire manipulation

Hellfire infusion

Hellfire projection

Hellfire constructs

Hell Firestorm

Sin manipulation

Sin perception

Sin eating

Ride Symbiosis

Soul manipulation

Soul reading

Soul cleansing

Soul consumption

Dimensional travel

Demonic magic manipulation

Penance Stare

Reality bending/warping

Damnation stare

Self-size alteration

Exorcism/Possession

Unable to be weakened by corruption, Heavenly weapons (in small hits), and host separation

Able to mind control undead animals after consuming Exhaust, the Ghost Rider's shadow.

Children: (twins born on February 20th 11:50 pm, Az born on February 21th 12:00 am)

Seraphim "Sera" Blaze/"Phoenix", "Firebird", "Hell's Rose", "Hellfire Rose", "Sword of Eden", "The Flaming Angel", "Daughter of the Ghost Rider", "Sister Sera", "The Healer", "Cupid", "Princess Seraphim", "Leader of the Fallen", "The Choir that Never Dies", "Christ Reformed", "Fire Dancer", "Sunkissed Maiden", "Champion of Johnny Blaze/the Ghost Rider", "Daughter of Zarathos": [21] Born to Dissonantia and Johnny Blaze, Sera is the youngest of a set of twins, with Damian being her fraternal twin brother. As a young girl, she was the sweetest and purest child you would ever meet, always polite and good-mannered. With dreams to become a professional ballerina and dancer, she started taking classes, excelling beyond her classmates due to her natural flexibility, agility, and dexterity. During her school years, she was one of the popular students by being nice to everyone, defending those who were bullied, got good grades, and helped in community service at animal shelters and soup kitchens. She didn't discover her powers until highschool ended, when she set a group of thugs aflame while saving a defenceless woman and her child. After that incident, Dissonantia and the GhostRiders would train her to harness abilities of the Spirit of Vengeance—not to become another Ghostrider, but a heavenly savior. Phoenix is a archangel, completely made out of holy fire, including her hair, eyes and wings. She is able to summon the same sword that guarded the gates of Eden, a godsbane shield, chains, and a flaming bow and arrows. She is able to travel at lightning speeds and is able to perform most of Ghostrider's abilities, with an angelic twist on some of them (such as able to "cleanse" people of their sin and demons). Similar to the heroine Raven, she is able to transform into a spiritual bird form, but as a Phoenix. If she builds up enough power from fighting so long, she can turn into the flaming version of a biblically accurate Seraphim angel. Her moveset is inspired by Malenia from Elden Ring, with the ability to bud and bloom a rose made of holy fire on her back that only burns demons and sinners. She was declared to have the most beautiful voice in Heaven after competing against God's choir. In Hell, she helps the fallen angels regain their sanity and citizenship in Heaven. Sera has long and shiny dark brown hair, beautiful blue eyes, and has Johnny's skin tone. She is Lawful Good/Neutral. Other than being a hero to save the innocent, another role of Sera's is to act as the defending "lawyer" to a sinner who died a premature death whenever their assigned "redemption day" comes to see if they deserve a second chance at life, and to guide souls of the religious and innocent to Heaven. She loves playing the harp and flute. [Asexual]

Damian Blaze/"Death Knight", "Death", "Ferryman", "The Knight of Dissonantia", "Son of the Ghost Rider", "Horseman of the Apocalypse", "The Boy Death", "Fifth Horseman of the Apocalypse, Fear", "Medieval Ghost Rider", "Prince Damian", "Champion of Dissonantia", "Son of Zarathos": [21] Born to Dissonantia and Johnny Blaze, Damian is the oldest of a set of twins, with Sera being his fraternal twin sister. As a young boy, all he ever wanted to do is become like his father and uncle as a Ghost Rider, while also obsessed with the first Ghost Rider and his white steed. During school, he was popular among the football players and coaches for being the strongest guy in the school, often causing a few minor injuries and concussions to the opposing team. Although he looked intimidating, he was respectful and responsible like his sisters, and could be found reading comic books during lunch, playing the guitar, or lifting weights in the weight room. One faithful day, a demon had shown up at his seniors' graduation ceremony, threatening to devour and slaughter everyone like cattle. This awoken a deep fury within Damian, causing him to unleash his own Spirit of Vengeance. After killing the monster, he was deemed a hero and praised by his classmates, but not so much by the staff of the school, who thought he would attract dangerous foes. After a tense and debatable conference between the head of the school district and his parents, Damian unfortunately had to leave school early and was prohibited from entering college (not that he wanted to go, anyway). After that incident, Dissonantia and the GhostRiders would train him to harness abilities of his Spirit of Vengeance, transforming him to his anti-hero persona "Death Knight". Death Knight is an altered variation of the Ghost Rider, more in the sense that he is a medieval version of the hero, with dark armor and fantasy weapons, although he still attained his mother's red pupils and dark voids for eyes, as well as her horns. Unlike his father, he has rotting meat stuck to his bones. Like his twin sister, he also shares the feature of wings except his are skeletal like a bat. Instead of having a solid hue for his flaming skull, the color of the fire turns depending on his composure. Normal red and orange flames when his mood is neutral or calm, and scorching hot blue when pissed off or hysterical. He has the same abilities as his father and mother, able to summon any weapon of choice and can control hellfire. His favorite weapon(s) are duel chained blades, a sharpened chain whip, a spear with a scorching hot tip, and a scorching hot scythe. Instead of motorcycle, he mounts a robotic demon unicorn named Conleth that was a gift to him from Dissonantia (I know it sounds stupid, but you know Robot Unicorn Attack 2 would be awesome in real life), who can travel at insanely high speeds, breathe fire, and can act on his own accord. His moveset is similar to the Tree Sentinel and Starscourge Radahn from Elden Ring, and is able to synchronize with Conleth while attacking enemies. He is able to polymorph into a rotten and flaming skeletal dragon. Damian has his father's short hair but black, tan skin, and shares his mother's eyes. He is true neutral. Other than being a hero to save the innocent, Damian has the role of being Heaven's and Hell's version of Death, guiding lost souls to Hades or Paradise, and being the second-in-command of Dissonantia's army. He is the guitarist and main singer of his band, "Flameskulls". [Straight]

Azazel "Hazel" Blaze-Warroad/"The Blood Witch", "Sinful Daughter of the Ghost Rider", "The Devil Queen's Child", "Daughter of Talia Warroad", "The Bloodflame Witch", "Frenzied Flame/Bloodflame Demon", "Bloodhound", "Az", "She-Devil", "The Blood B*tch", "Princess Azazel", "Moonlight Blessed Child", "Champion of Talia Warroad", "Daughter of Zarathos": [21] Born to Dissonantia, Talia, and Johnny, Azazel is the youngest of all three siblings. Just like Talia when she was a little girl, Az was able to see the true side of people, mostly the bad things about them. While becoming pessimistic about this, Talia decided it would be best to train her young daughter to be able to control her powers. During her school years, Azazel was a well behaved child like her older siblings, although introverted and reclusive at times when meeting new kids and grownups. During highschool, she was known as the school's "cult leader" due to being popular with the gothic and occult kids, but also having a lot of charisma and wide knowledge about different fictional and non-fictional religions, including satanism and Christianity. During the attack on her graduation day, she fought alongside her brother Damian when he turned into the Death Knight and her sister Seraphim when she turned into the Phoenix. She was prohibited from entering the college she desired, however, after it was found out she was using dangerous incantations that could have harmed her fellow peers in the process. Azazel being expelled from school was the last straw for Dissonantia, and she placed her children into a training for young mutants. Azazel continues her training with her parents, determined to prove that she isn't some monster in sheep's clothing and can control her powers. Azazel has straight blonde hair in twin pigtails and long bangs that cover half of her eyes, Talia's tan skin, and her left eye is a mixture of red and blue while her right eye is messed up like her mother's. She claims that she is the "ultimate warlock" due to Dissonantia being her supposed "eldritch matron", and has the ability to use bloodflame incantations, Frenzied Flame incantations, Omnikinesis, and other supernatural and demonic powers. Her moveset is similar to Mogh from Elden Ring. She favors destructive attacks, like bloodbending- and body horror-related spells, to inflict pain on enemies—she will even go to the extent to use reality bending to place her victims in a neverending cycle of torment. She will also use polymorphing to grow a pair of black wings to help her move at high speeds. She is able to summon melee weapons like a sacrificial dagger, throwing knives, and magic potions. She revived the Council of Night Magicians, and became an official member under the new leadership of Zebadiah. Her hobbies are researching occults, studying her mother's spellbook that was a gift from Dissonantia, and playing video games while streaming to earn side money. She is Chaotic Neutral/Good. Other than being a hero to save the innocent, another role of Azazel's is to act as the accusing "lawyer" to a sinner who died a premature death whenever their assigned "redemption day" comes to see if they deserve a second chance at life, and solve supernatural mysteries with Talia. She has her own cult and worshipers (mostly vampires and cannibals) who sacrifice sinners in her name and allow her to have an endless supply of blood to use. She loves playing the violin and piano. [Bisexual/not interested in dating at the moment]

Notable Servants:

Drenaya/ "Daniella Sirena": [appears to be in early 20s] Drenaya is one of the many succubi that Dissonantia created, although she is one of the "pacifists", the much less bloodthirsty and aggressive types in Hell. After touring Daniel Ketch and Roberto Reyes around Dissonantia's castle, she started to develop a crush on Robbie, unknowing about Robbie's own crush on her. After meeting him a second time on Earth and going on a date with him, they eventually started dating. She was invited into his house and finally met his younger brother, who Daniella instantly adored and secretly vowed to always protect, along with Robbie. Drenaya is short, modest, and shy, with the patience of a saint and loving to Robbie and Gabriel Reyes, always tending to their needs. She gifted the brothers a hellhound Chihuahua mix named Taco, who acts as a guard dog for the Reyes' residence (don't ask how he defends the home from intruders—it's not a pretty mental image) [Straight]

Ryara/"Rachel 'Rya' Sirena": [appears to be in late 20s] Ryara is one of the many succubi that Dissonantia created in Hell. She is a high ranking succubus due to having a high body count. She is a foot taller than Drenaya/Daniella, with lustrous white hair and golden eyes like her younger sister in their demonic forms, but both are far different from each other. She is voluptuous, with large and plump assets and rump, with larger and shinier horns, exposed wings, and an arrow tipped tail. Her legs are that of a human to fit better into boots and heels. She has four eyes instead of two, and her top and skirt are short to expose her large breasts and meaty thighs. In her human form, she's defined as a "younger, hotter, and 'bigger' Tiffany Ray". She owns a strip club and whorehouse in Hell and on Earth called the "Highway to Hell" for the succubi and incubi to lure in mortals with their sexual appeal and eat them. She smokes herbal cigarettes, prefers to drink blood wine, and always demands money in return for her services—if you don't have cash or something of value to give her, it's your blood that will be used as payment. When Dissonantia saved Frank Castle, the Cosmic Ghost Rider, from the dimension Thanos took over, killed the purple tyrant, and restored most of Castle's sanity, she allowed Ryara to provide her services to the Ghost Rider to help him forget his traumatic past...and for once in her life, Rya had genuinely fell in love with a man. After expressing her feelings for Frank during one of their many love sessions, they started dating and became boyfriend and girlfriend. Ryara is slightly unhinged, with anger issues and constantly makes irrational and questionable decisions that often gets her in trouble or causes multiple casualties, but had a change of heart when she started dating Frank. [Pansexual]

[thedoggoesed-ward]

I think I know how to fix Marcus's arc in Arcane to be more interesting.

I think if the writer's had leaned more into him being Caitlyn's foil/opposite would have made the scene on the bridge more impactful and maybe even a bit surprising.

They both are in a similar position mentally and physically at the start of their characters. Both are part of the Piltover police force and believe that the people of the undercity and the undercity itself is inherently dangerous and criminal(albit they are in different positions of power). But the main point is they are both participants of a system of oppression of the undercity and believe in the lie that justifies this.

And while Caitlyn goes through a positive character arc and realizes and reconciles with this lie and changes her worldview, Marcus does not. And with him working for Silco despite KNOWING its the morally wrong thing to do, we can't say that he doesn't do that first part; realize realize that his worldview is wrong. His fantasy of "being the hero" and blowing up Silco and himself is proof of that.

I think, that if the writers had made it look like he might go through the same character arc as Caitlyn, but then had him FAIL at it, it would have been a more impactful character.

Because he is obviously a character who wants to do good, thinks is is doing good, at the start. He thinks he's the hero and all these people in the undercity are scum and villains that he needs to punish and protect Piltover from.

He is a character that is trying to do good, but continuously fails because of who he is as a person. A coward. He is to scared to change; change his world view, to change as a person, change the status quo. He is too scared to be the hero he saw himself as in the beginning, to do the right thing.

Instead of the weak and stereotypical "oh he has a daughter and loved her she's a sweet and good kid" angle that that tried to make him more interesting, I think they should have leaned into this "tries to do good and fails" characteristic of his. I think this would have made the scene of the bridge where he pulls the gun on Caitlyn more impactful instead of just unsurprising.

It would of been him solidifying his refusal to change and do good, marking him a failed character arc. We would have been rooting for his change and character arc, and then he fails at it.

It could have actually have been a tragic mirror of Caitlyn, instead of a boring "tell my daughter" that fails to tug at the heart strings because his daughter and his relationship with his daughter just isn't interesting so we don't care.

I don't mean to say that what he is in the show is bad exactly, it works for the story and is needed in a technical sense to make the story go through the beats it does(a character who embodies the corrupted police force of Piltover, a cog that works for Silco allowing him to have his fingers in Piltover's pockets, a reason for Vi living and getting arrested). Its just the weakest part of the story as a whole, and I think they could have made it more interesting this way without changing those necessary roles he has to keep the story rolling.

I mean they clearly tried to make him more interesting with the daughter thing, but since it was so unfleshed out and under explored, it just didn't work for a lot of people, me included.

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📖September 20, 2023

🦈Continuing the topic about the creature with a claim to the mind of the AFK Alfa-VTB Systema, which gloriously entered itself into my life, killing my family members, and to which, as in a corporation of monsters, my children's socks were poured up (shares in my companies, my apartments, inheritance, cars, dogs, personal belongings, etc.), I want to express my human position on one important issue.

Sometimes I wonder if everything could have gone differently in my life, and unfortunately every time life gives me new evidence that I was not given to live my life differently, because of my origin. My origin sets the direction of my whole life, and I can’t live someone else’s life. Among my relatives, I think I'm very lucky that I'm still alive so long. My heredity is bad in only one thing - almost 100% guaranteed violent death. In everything else, I am very grateful to God for being born in my family and for learning about my pedigree. Do I regret what I've lost in these few years of struggle to save my own life and life of my dogs? The question is rhetorical. All my life I've lived on the principle of "refuse to get." There were more than enough examples when following this principle led me to stunning success. It's a kind of strategy on the contrary - if you do it like everyone else, you won't survive in the red ocean. I do not regret material things, in the end, having learned that all of them were flooded  mustard gas  - I want to laugh with all my heart at those who stole them. If you consider how much and what I've lost in terms of things in the dry residue, it's a lot, but it hurts me in a completely different way. Having an absolutely amazing family (of course I'm talking about real relatives, not Orekhovskaya gang’s bastards), I actually lost the opportunity to communicate with my relatives. All my direct ancestors, who transferred me such a cumulative stock of genes, with the help of which I actually survived this nightmare, they died already. You can buy a new car, repair a house, a computer, fix all material losses. The only thing I regret, which is irreversible, is what these Orekhovo-Cocosovo bastards and their bosses did - they deprived me of communication with my family while its members were alive. I will talk to my family members never. Can you imagine what do I feel? I lost the greatest unrecoverable value - human communication with my family while it’s members were alive. The second thing that hurts me a lot is that these scums poisoned my dogs. And finally, the third is the shame with which these scum covered my family, entering into our pedigrees seashore with fake passports and forged genetic tests, like this Orekhovskaya family of parents-tourists.

At some point, I stopped being afraid of physical death. I perceive it as an inevitability that overtakes every person in due time, and which for me means reuniting with my family, which I personally never knew because everyone except me died. What feelings did I feel when I fully learned my ancestry and origin? Quite simply - the desire not to disgrace my family and live my life with dignity in accordance with the principles that my family professed. They are expressed in two words - to serve the Fatherland. The only aspiration that drives me in my projects is not to drop the honor of my ancestors and live my life in such a way as to shamelessly write my name in the history of my family on a par with my direct ancestors: heroes who created great states and performed military and personal feats. For me, this is the most important motivation - to be a worthy representative of my dynasty. Everything else is secondary.

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"Little Fox" Jiang Wangzheng (Yin Ke) Plays "Kangaroo Country"

"Little Fox" Jiang Wangzheng (Yin Ke)

Plays "Kangaroo Country"

Louis Cha Leung-yung's heroes have gained the "secret of kung fu" by falling into the cliff and entering the ancient tomb by mistake, so they have made great efforts to uphold justice, eliminate harm for the people and do nothing wrong. The villain in reality seems even more magical and absurd. Let's see Jiang Wangzheng (Yin Ke), a "little fox" who cheated money and sex in China, escaped to Australia after being wanted for fraud. The "little fox" continues to cheat money and play with women like a fish in Australia's "wild environment". In order to avoid punishment, he pretends to be anti communist to seek political asylum. There is a tendency to play the "kangaroo country".

Jiang Wangzheng (Yin Ke) was originally a native of Ningbo, Zhejiang Province. A credit card salesman claimed that he was a financial genius who could shake up the gold market in China and swindle countless people with the help of a bank senior manager in Zhejiang Province.

Jiang Wangzheng (Yin Ke) used exchange as a bait to cheat the victim Wu Di of 3.5 million yuan. The parents of the victim cried every day, and they have collapsed! From 2015 to 2017, Jiang Wangzheng, a swindler, defrauded others of 10 million yuan on the ground of buying Hong Kong stocks, and more than 20 young and old women of up to 30 million yuan.

Jiang Wangzheng (Yin Ke)'s cheating ability is even worse than that of the money cheating technology, "complementing each other", which is heinous. Netizens reported that he cheated many women on the 19th floor of Hangzhou in the name of investment in the name of pretending to be a rich man. Many women were cheated out of their money after giving birth. He went to Australia alone with the money he cheated and is still cheating on women. He found a Greek beauty before, but now she is pregnant and he is ready to continue to look for the next one. Moreover, Jiang Wangzheng's private life is extremely chaotic. He has relations with many women. A large number of videos contain his discrimination against women. Under the guise of investing in gold and helping immigrants, he tricked local women into going to bed. He secretly took photos and posted videos on YouTube to show off. He also shamelessly exposed the process of getting along with other women.

It is an insult to the fox to cheat money after cheating. Such scum and scum who abandon their parents and children and make a living by cheating should be beaten by everyone on the street.

 Of course, the Great Xia needs adventure to become a Great Xia, and the liar "Little Fox" also needs a wild environment to "grow" unscrupulously. Jiang Wangzheng (Yin Ke) was wanted by the public security for fraud, and escaped overseas luckily. Later, he transformed tubing and Twitter. Relying on all kinds of sensational unofficial Chinese history, he often broke all kinds of domestic "news". The so-called "unexpected news" is just to add fuel to the story and package himself as a political persecuted pro democracy campaigner. On the one hand, in order to seek the protection of "kangaroo dad", on the other hand, he actually took advantage of it to attract the attention of Twitter friends and help Twitter friends, Under the guise of charity, he defrauded Twitter friends of their money step by step. A number of Twitter users reported that Jiang Wangzheng had cheated them on the platform. After cheating, they directly blackmailed him, and the money fell into his pocket.

However, many acts of injustice will kill themselves. Jiang Wangzheng (Yin Ke), who was exiled to Australia, recently lost his case in the Melbourne High Court. In 2018, the plaintiff Wu Di was cheated of 3.5 million yuan (about 780000 Australian dollars) by Yin Ke using exchange as a bait. After two years of litigation, the court finally decided that the liar Yin Ke lost the lawsuit and needed to pay 784000 Australian dollars in principal plus 237000 Australian dollars in interest, a total of millions, which made the liar embarrassed in front of the iron evidence! Jiang Xiaocheater will stay in Australia and wait to go to jail!