#but like. you can imagine its aimed at whoever you want so

[bobabep]

hey

[eamour]

a change in self.

every change in the outer world requires a change from within, your inner world — SELF. a change in self means a change in feeling, a change in feeling means a change in state, and that leads to a change in your external reality. but changing self isn’t as hard as you may think it is.

self concept.

your self concept is a summary of all convictions you have accepted about yourself. all beliefs, all assumptions regarding you. your concept of self directs and affects most of the things that happen in the external world as it is the "blueprint" to your experiences.

changing your concept.

the purpose of this post is to make you understand that revamping your assumptions of self doesn’t ask for a lot of effort. no, you do not need to go through a ritual, prepare for all demons to leave your body, sell yourself to the devil, do shadow work, or anything of that kind.

ending and beginning.

just like every living being, there is life and death. there is a beginning and an ending. in order to create new life, old life has to disappear, entirely. for new life to be placed, old life needs to be replaced. and the same way, you go about changing your conceptions of self. you don’t just let go of one-two assumptions about yourself — you let your old self die and surrender COMPLETELY before you make room for your new one. this is so important because you cannot carry with you any conceptions of the old self into the new one. or else you won’t change, you won’t shift self.

when we aim for a change in self, we actually "aim" for two things or do two things at the same time. one thing (1 · letting go of old beliefs) paves the way for the other (2 · claiming new beliefs), so 2 automatically follows after 1.

old concept · "i am poor, hated, dumb and unsuccessful."

new concept · "i am rich, loved, smart and successful."

all you have to do is to claim yourself to be your desired version of yourself. you don’t need to work on beliefs you had about yourself for ages or dip deep, find out what type of traumatic events must have occurred for you to believe yourself to be who you are now. you don’t need to do ANY of that. by declaring that you are who you want to be, you are automatically declaring who you NO LONGER are.

self is god.

you shall never forget your true self. in order to change your assumptions about who you are, who you were and who you are going to be, you need to become clear about who you are — GOD. you are an all-mighty being, and in imagination you can be whoever you want to be. you have permission to adapt and take over any convictions of yourself which you wish you had. you aren’t limited or restricted like a human being but possess power to its fullest. you are the only creator and outside of you, there is no other. you aren’t this garment of disappointment, fear or failure that you have assigned to yourself. you aren’t this one version of yourself just like there isn’t only one version of you that exists. you are everything, at all times. you carry all possible conceptions of self and will continue to own an infinite variety of self concepts to select from because YOU happen to be INFINITE.

"no one to change but SELF" — neville goddard.

with love, ella.

[thephooka]

How we got here from there

Or, the long journey of a longform long-running webcomic about a long man with long wings.

In the spirit of @feathernotes and @phantomarine who have been talking about just starting your webcomic and not worrying about being "ready", I was inspired to do a post about White Noise's origin! I'm a little limited by the fact that I either left behind or destroyed a lot of the art I have from prior to 2009, so you'll have to take my word for it.

Cringe Truth below the cut!

The Cringe Truth of White Noise is that it has its roots in a Pokemon x Yu Yu Hakusho x self-insert(s) roleplay thread I used to do with an internet friend I made on Neopets guild forums way back in 2002-ish. We would come home from school every day and RP over AIM, and then when we had to get offline, whoever left first would email the other one, and we would continue via email until we were back on AIM at the same time.

Liya was my self insert.

This isn't even remotely the earliest art of her, it's just the earliest I have on hand. I was drawing her for almost a decade by the time I drew this one. Imagine the earlier drawings as being like I traced over Sailor Moon characters that I printed out from deviantART and gave them a brown ponytail.

The funny thing is Liya really hasn't changed much from her original form! I also had loose brown curls that I kept in a ponytail 24/7 to the point that it showed when I had it down (which is why her hair is 'dented' like that). I did it because I was trans and didn't know it; she does it because she hasn't realized she can just cut it off and be butch yet.

Other characters that date back from this time period: Yoshi (originally an InuYasha/Rurouni Kenshin pastiche), Hawk (I don't remember when he got wings but they were white at first), Numair (named after the Tamora Pierce character and filling a Koenma kind of role), Helly (sort of--I had an elf character named Kamui who had the same temperament, and he was eventually transmuted into Helly) and...Kurogane.

I've never named Kurogane but he appears in the background of the comic a few times, as my own personal inside joke.

Vlad came along somewhere between this RP period and planning the comic, but I can't remember when or why. I don't have drawings from that time (~2004?) but he was the first character I drew when I got a tablet for the first time.

Everyone else came along later when I started actually planning out the comic.

All this said: the reason I started White Noise as a weekly webcomic is because I wanted to learn to draw better.

At the time I was in college majoring in animation, but I didn't feel like I was learning very much at all (the program was badly structured; I had more art history classes than anything else. It was a mess.) I was also working nights in order to feed myself, and so had a lot of downtime. I had this story rattling around in my head from my RP days, so I figured, why not just give it a go?

For posterity here's a photo of a chapter 1 panel in progress, back in 2011 with my typical college diet in the bg:

(Chapter 1 was originally pencil on paper, scanned in and colored in PS. I later re-drew it to make it fully digital to match with the rest of the comic.)

There's been a lot of talking about not waiting until you're 'ready' to start a webcomic, and I agree with that sentiment. Try framing it like this: making a comic every week for years and years will improve your art way more than any prep work you can do before starting the comic. It's like learning to swim. You can read about swimming all you want, but you're not going to really figure it out until you do it. If your early comics are bad, well, that's normal. It used to be an expected part of doing webcomics; I blame the shift into expecting webcomics to be polished from start to finish partly on commercialization in the space, but that's an angry rant for another time.

With this background, here's the collage I posted for WN's 10 year anniversary back in 2021:

And now we're here.

So do your webcomic. Put it on ComicFury or make a janky little site for it. Be okay with imperfect pages and be prepared to shout into the void for a while. Even if it's always a hobby, if it never makes you a dime or wins you any awards--that's fine! You'll be a lot happier if you learn not to worry about that stuff, and just make something that will help you grow and make you happy. We could do with a lot more work like that in the world imo.

[mirpuzzle]

Hi! Could I hear some of your thoughts/HCs about Bonz, Sid and Zygor's personalities? I want to add them to my Sims 4 save, but I'm having trouble choosing their traits, and you seem to be the expert on these cornflakes, :]

Hi! 🌸 Sorry for the wait. It'll be my pleasure to ramble about Kotsuzuka and his friends ❤️ This will be a long post.

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Shared traits

✦ Kotsuzuka and his friends can be naive and trusting. This can sometimes cloud their judgment and common sense.

Yes, dear. Trapping someone and his friends in a cave, leaving them to die just because you lost a duel to him is indeed too much. I'm glad you figured that out 👍

✦ They have a strong sense of camaraderie, so betraying their loyalty will cause them to hold a grudge against you.

Kotsuzuka | Bonz 👻

✦ Ghost-boy is impulsive. Even though I think their gang-like friend group has no leader, I imagine Kotsuzuka's impulsiveness often drags Takaido and Satake into stuff. And they go along with it. Because it's fun.

✦ Kotsuzuka is a playful little guy. He loves scaring people, but only when it's intentional. Scaring someone by accident might make him feel bad, like that time in Duel Links when a girl mistook him for a ghost and ran away when he tried to duel her, and he was later accused of stealing her card. Poor little thing T_T

✦ He's self-conscious about his appearance, even if he tries to play it off. Mean comments can offend him 😞

✦ He's very expressive and has no problem showing his emotions. OR, has trouble hiding them.

✦ The way he questioned Keith's instructions during his duel against Jonouchi | Joey tells me he's true to himself and usually doesn't keep quiet when something doesn't feel right.

✦ He can be dependent, especially on someone he looks up to.

✦ There's a major difference between manga and anime (Battle City arc), which translates into Kotsuzuka having opposite changes in his character development:

In the anime, he and his friends want to prove they can go to the tournament's finals by themselves (partially out of spite), even if that means resorting to dirty tricks and stealing other duelists' Puzzle | Locator Cards.

In the manga, Kotsuzuka is alone and seems to be dueling fairly. This, combined with what we know from Duel Links (which is based on the manga) and other games, we can tell he's not a bad guy. He no longer needs to follow Keith's orders or resort to cheating. He wants to prove he can be a good duelist without Keith's help. Of course, this doesn't stop him from mainly taking on opponents he deems weak.

✦ Other random headcanons I made up: . Kotsuzuka is a goth and no one will convince me otherwise. . He specifically styles his hair like that to look scarier. . He doesn't have eyebrows. However, that doesn't stop me from giving him eyebrows when I draw him. He paints them with makeup. That's why I color them black.

Takaido | Sid 🔥

✦ Matching his apparent fire theme, Takaido seems to have an explosive personality. I don't know if this translates into him possibly having a short temper, but, having a serious argument with him, or making him really upset doesn't sound like it'd go well. He's prone to snap and yell.

✦ Remember when he stopped Honda | Tristan by throwing a bead at him, in the dark? He has good eyesight/aim, so watch out if he throws things at you.

✦ Takaido isn't the type to get into a group fight directly. He's more likely to back his friends up from afar if he can. He also doesn't have a problem with provoking others… as long as whoever he's provoking doesn't pose a threat.

✦ I've noticed he talks less than his friends. However, when he does, he makes it count. He knows what to say.

✦ Takaido can be a bit of a coward. The way he abandoned his friends when Kotsuzuka's duel with Yami Bakura was nearing its end, or the way he stood frozen in fear (in the manga) as Keith punished Kotsuzuka FOR FOLLOWING HIS INSTRUCTIONS could mean he doesn't handle fear/panic well.

✦ The way he dresses makes me think he cares about his appearance and spends some time choosing an outfit that makes him look good.

*fangirls_screaming.mp3*

✦ Other random headcanons I made up: . Takaido likes spicy food and warm weather. . He hates cold.

Satake | Zygor ⚡

✦ Satake is a tough guy. Not only physically but emotionally as well. Out of the three of them, Satake is the only one who's never cried during the time they've been on screen, not even at the end of the duel against Yami Bakura. Perhaps life has taught him to toughen up, and he either doesn't cry anymore, or it would take A LOT to make him cry.

✦ In the manga, when Keith lost it and punished Kotsuzuka FOR DOING EXACTLY AS HE SAID (yes, I'm still mad), Satake looked at them in horror as if he was about to say "Oi, Aniki, that's enough!" but couldn't react out of shock. This is why he strikes me as a protective friend.

✦ He's very supportive. You can count on him to cheer for you, comfort, reassure you, or keep you sane. Or to beat someone up for you.

✦ He's good with heavy work and often relies on physical strength. It's like his first instinct is to fight or attack things, probably to look intimidating. However, I haven't seen him raise a hand against any of his friends even once. This aggressive behavior must be aimed at strangers and enemies.

✦ Other random headcanons I made up: . I don't know why but I think he would be good at babysitting kids. That doesn't mean he would be a good influence, though. . Contrary to his intimidating appearance and attitude, he's fond of little animals. They evoke that protective nature that's characteristic of him. . He likes storms. He thinks tornadoes are cool (not up close, of course).

Thank you for the ask! I hope any of this helps. If anyone else would like to add their thoughts/headcanons, feel free to do so ♥

[daidonzo]

Call, won't you call out my name? Like a curse on this world? Like a battle cry? And you make me hate myself Make me tear my body Make me yearn for your embrace Sleep Token - Take Aim

'It's hard.'

'What is?'

'Losing someone,' Alicent said, with a thin voice, embargoed by emotion.

She was talking to herself, once again, maintaining a dialogue in which she played both parts; speaker and listener. She wouldn't tell anybody about her feelings. She wouldn't tell anyone about anything because she was tired of empty looks and shrugging shoulders when her throat was hoarse from screaming, from yelling, her fingers tired of clenching around something she could barely hold on to. She would let go, eventually, she knew this — she really did. But that didn't mean she wouldn't leave clawmarks behind, find pieces of skin and blood below her nails as she dug them… where? How could you refuse to let go of a feeling? Because that was everything that was left, a feeling. There was a person, somewhere in the distance, so far that Alicent couldn't reach it. Rhaenyra had gone to a place the redhead wasn't able to follow.

And it was easy to accept it, in the beginning. It was easy because they both knew it couldn't be, because a person cannot feed on hope and wishful thinking. There were five stages of grief, or so they said: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. She had skipped all of them, gone straight to accepting. Yes, I know this is not working out, blame society or blame your dad or blame whoever you want to blame, but it is a fact: we're not working out. So. It was easy.

But then depression creeped in, walking on its tippy toes, making barely a sound and closing the door behind it. It walked in and sat beside her in what used to be Rhaenyra's side of the bed whenever she stayed over, in the pillow that barely retained her scent and that used to have a few long, blonde hairs stuck to it but now had nothing other than perhaps a thousand, a million of microscopic mites because Alicent refused to wash it, trying to keep whatever was left of her, a ghost inhabiting something as ridiculous as a pillow, but hey, sometimes they wore sheets over their shapeless forms, so it was definitely proven that they liked bedding.

Depression creeped in and it felt like there was no more air inside of her lungs. Like someone was sitting on her chest, a night hag of some sort, because she was always laying down when sadness hit her like a wave, when it clashed against her like a raging bull would had she been wearing red, but she didn't like those colors anymore. No red, no black. She could do nothing about her crimson curls, but if there was a way to get rid of them, she'd do it immediately, if only because every single time she stared at a mirror she could see Rhaenyra's pale hand tangled in them, fingers twisting the coils around, playfully. How eerie, to think of a phantom hand, and call it love.

'I know the day you were born in. I know that, when you laugh, wrinkles appear on the side of your eyes and I know it takes me exactly three seconds to take my lips from the lobe of your ear to the base of your neck, more if I stop to examine that beauty spot I used to call home and that you always tried to hide with powder. I can imagine you, next to me, reacting to everything I say and it's mostly pity and compassion and you wonder how did I end up like this and I have no answer to give you other than I don't know, I don't know, I don't know…'

Alicent had only wanted to consume. Because she knew no other way of loving, she knew nothing else, because she had wanted to literally unhinge her jaw like a serpent and swallow Rhaenyra whole. Make the blonde woman part of herself, forever. And she had wanted Rhaenyra to do the same thing. To bite her, to eat her, literally, so that Alicent could nurture her body and soul and she'd be alive, partly, because of her. And to thank her, Alicent'd completely devote herself to Rhaenyra, worship the ground she walked in, write her name in stars, in atoms, on earth, on tree trunks.

Instead, she had shaped herself to be something other. Someone else. She had shaped herself to be what was expected of her, what her own life demanded, in a way that she could fit in and not have to look for her own place in the world. Like an organ transplant or a blood transfusion, there was no way her life's immune system (pretending it was a sentient being) would reject her because she'd be so similar, she'd even share the same antigens, and she'd be her own perfect match. Someone made to her family's image and likeness, a rib taken from her father's body.

The last time they had seen each other, they had fought.

'What will you do now?' Rhaenyra had asked, after they had agreed it was over, looking at her with eyes wet with tears and a trembling lower lip that Alicent wanted so desesperately to still with her own.

'I'll probably write something about it. A poem, perhaps. It won't rhyme.'

She wasn't looking at Rhaenyra when she said those words, instead finding her feet the most interesting thing in the entire world, so everything she heard in response was a cough.

She couldn't bear to think it was anything else.

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

can you post some skz lee headcanons? I would love to know what you hc on all the members. Make sure to take your time!

omg yes! let me know if you want ler hcs too!

SKZ Lee Headcanons: By Me!

this gif is one of my favorites its so 🥺

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Chan:

a pretty good ler-leaning switch

like a pretty solid 70% ler, 30% lee

that 30% lee though

usually either tickled by lee know or changbin

changbin being the only one able to keep his arms up 🙄

weak to pokes

like if you manage to place some well positioned pokes he will literally be a giggly mess

laughs are so squawky <3

loud HAHAHAs

so cute honestly

3racha tickle fights

all i have to say

his worst spot is def hips

8/10 ticklish

EXTREMELY VULNERABLE TO FEATHERS (specially on his abs ykyk)

Minho/Lee Know:

no one expected him to be ticklish

but he is

one

of the most

ticklish

members 👏🏻

100% will shout at whoever is tickling him

VERY SQUIRMY

have fun trying to hold this one down

mostly tickled by chan or jisung

ya know

the only ones who would even dare

you have to catch him off guard

constantly suspicious of every movement

sweetest giggles ever 😭

worst spot is v line

dont even try to argue

9/10 ticklish

not AS vulnerable to feathers but get him in the neck with one and it's over

Changbin:

my baby 😭

definitely one of the lesser tickled members

his muscles aint for show

needs multiple members to pin him down

first few laughs are a little breathy

but once you really start working on his upper body

he will be the cutest cackling mess ever

upper ribs and armpits are prolly his worst spot

cannot handle even the lightest tickles to his underarms

careful not to get punched in the face if you do

he loves it tho

lower body is definitely not as ticklish

but aim for his knees and find out

probably tickled most by chan and jisung

again

3racha tickle fights

i can't really see anyone else aiming for him

8.5/10 ticklish

not very sensitive to feathers anywhere except the stomach

cutest giggles 😭😭😭

Hyunjin:

one of the biggest lees to ever lee part 1

there is literally no spot which isn't ticklish

not even his head

remember that head massager?

yup

tickled most by minho

but practically gets tickled by everyone

poor kid can't catch a break

tries to tickle back but there's no ler in him

loud screams rather than laughs

like his laugh-screams are so loud

another armpit weak bby

cutest thing ever

"AHHHHH HAAHAAHAAHAA"

10/10 ticklish asdfghjkl

Han Jisung:

what a giggly mess honestly

cute gummy smile

legs are one of his worst spots

nowhere specific

just everywhere cause he's that ticklish

there and his sides

he's always tickled there in the videos

giggles are one of the purest to exist

tickled most by chan as he is chan's baby

followed by minho and then changbin

3racha tickle fights 😭🤚🏻

waist is so ticklish it's an absolute delight if you manage to get him there

snickers >_<

hear me out

squeaks

9/10 ticklish~

pretty feather ticklish around everywhere

Lee Felix:

definitely feather ticklish

idk i just imagine that to be the first thing about him

worst spots are probably stomach and sides

he will be screaming

ears are pretty ticklish

its pretty adorable

tickled most by minho or hyunjin

i just see tickle fights between hyunlix

high pitched laugh

brightest giggles ever

8/10 ticklish

Seungmin:

thinks of himself as more of a ler than a lee

definitely has his share of ticklish areas though

for example, his neck and ears

idk i just find little giggles the cutest thing ever

worst spot is prolly armpits

i think we all agree

tickled most by chan

we all saw that one hug tackle video ok 🙄🤚🏻

loves loves LOVES cuddly tickles

will never admit it

will 1000% get back the person who tickled him

"haahaahaa"

cutest laughter

7/10 ticklish

i can only see him being feather ticklish on his armpits or neck

Jeongin:

one of the biggest lees to ever lee part 2

literally ticklish everywhere

just like hyunjin

literally insanely ticklish

sides? screaming

neck? screaming

armpits? screaming even more

worst spots? armpits and neck

we all agree come on

tickle fights with seungmin

loses 99.9% of the time

walking tickle spot

mostly tickled by everyone

being one of the most ticklish and the maknae

practically guarantees all members will not stop bothering him

cutest giggles ever

again, 10/10 ticklish

FEATHER👏🏻 TICKLISH👏🏻

EVERYWHERE

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[hiswordsarekisses]

“Imagine standing before a tightrope that stretches across Niagara Falls.

You’ve been given a guarantee by God himself that you’ll make it across safely.

The life he intends for you is on the other side, so remaining where you are is not an option. You have to go.

Still, even with his rock-solid promise, you’re shaking. A nervous wreck. Every step of the way, every downward glance, you’re both exhilarated and terrified.

Finally on the other side, you collapse in joy and nervous exhaustion. You made it. Just as he said.

That’s a taste of what scripture means when it says to work out your salvation with fear and trembling (Philippians 2:12).

It has nothing to do with earning it, and everything to do with being aware of how unfathomable it is — how utterly scary your situation was without its promise.

You don’t question the outcome of your journey; like tight-roping across the falls, you walk it out with acute awareness of the magnitude.

You live your salvation with awe.

Aim to live with that sense of sacredness, that exhilaration of the treachery of the journey, on one hand, and the certainty of the promise on the other.

Without God’s guarantee, fear and trembling are only terrifying.

With it, they are a cause for worship and gratitude every moment of the day.”

~ Chris Tiegreen

The phrase “pass the test” is translated from a word that also means “reprobate” “unapproved” “counterfeit” “disqualified” “rejected”

(“Examine yourselves to see whether you are in the faith; test yourselves. Can’t you see for yourselves that Jesus Christ is in you—unless you actually fail the test?” 2ndCorinthians‬ ‭13‬:‭5‬)

So, we are told to examine ourselves “to see that we are in the faith,” and to see that none of those “pass the test” things apply to us!

How can we tell? How do we know if we “pass the test?”

We can definitely know - and will be able to tell, with certainty, if we are consistently reading and studying in the Word of God because He has made these things clear in His Word so that we can have assurance to Know beyond a doubt that we are right with God and headed for heaven. God wants us to have assurance - that’s part of the reason He left us His written Word.

Salvation requires only faith in what Jesus did on the cross - that He died and shed Hos blood as our substitute - in our place - so that we can be forgiven and set free from a life of sin. Yet - Even this we are not required to have on our own, but God will give us this faith if we ask Him. We are required to have it - but not required to produce it. God’s Love always supplies whatever His Love demands.

The following 6 things are just ways that we can know for sure - by symptom - that we have truly passed from death to life - and that we do indeed believe and have this faith that God requires.

These are not ways to “BE saved” - these are ways we can see that we truly do belong to God.

These things will all be happening in our lives as a “result” of this faith.

If we do not find these things in our life, then we can still pray that God will produce faith in us, and with it the “fruit in keeping with repentance.” (Matthew 3:8)

1)

We have assurance of eternal life if we believe "in the name of the Son of God" (I John 5:13; 4:15; 5.1)

2)

We have assurance of eternal life if we love the Father and the Son rather than the world, and if we depend on God's guidance and power to overcome the world's influence - by resting in HIS ability and not our own - as He writes His Word on our hearts, it literally becomes a part of us, and a part of who we are.

3)

We are brand new creations. The old has gone and the new has come. (2ndCorinthians 5:17)

We are sincerely trying to live by his principles and obey his commands.

“And by this we know that we have come to know him, if we keep his commandments. Whoever says 'I know him' but does not keep his commandments is a liar, and the truth is not in him, but whoever keeps his word, in him truly the love of God is perfected. By this we may know that we are in him" (1 John 2:3-5; 3:24; 5:2; John 8:31, 51; 14:21-24; 15:9-14; Heb. 5:9).

This “keeping of His commandments” is a FRUIT - and not by a legalistic effort.

It’s a natural fruit - or symptom - of being right with God - if there is change, and we are progressively becoming more like Him and less like our old self, and this is happening sincerely and genuinely BECAUSE of being His.

4)

We consistently and persistently try to do what is right by God's standard.

“If you know that he is righteous, you may be sure that everyone who “practices” righteousness has been born of him" (1stJohn 2:29

…Whoever “makes a practice” of sinning is of the devil"

1st John 3:7-10

…We have assurance of eternal life if we show true love for others. We know that we have passed out of death into life, because we love the brothers. By this we shall know that we are of the truth and reassure our heart before him" (1 John 3:14, 19; 2:9-11; 3:23; 4:8, 11-12, 16, 20; 5:1; John 13:34-35).

5)

“Beloved, we are now children of God, and what we will be has not yet been revealed. We know that when Christ appears, we will be like Him, for we will see Him as He is. And everyone who has this hope in Him purifies himself, just as Christ is pure.” (1stJohn‬ ‭3‬:‭2‬-‭3‬)

“whoever says he abides in him ought to walk in the same way in which he walked" (1 John 2:6; John 8:12).

6)

We have assurance of eternal life if we believe, accept and remain in a right relation to the "word of life - We base our lives on His original message.

“As for you, let what you have heard from the beginning remain in you. If it does, you will also remain in the Son and in the Father.” (1stJohn‬ ‭2‬:‭24)

Part 2 - A Note:

It’s still shocking to me in many ways to read all of these words that I never even knew were there the first years that I was saved. I used to rely on preachers and teachers in books, in churches, and on tv in order to learn.

I assumed they knew more than I did, so I never realized the importance of knowing the Word on my own. Many more of them than I ever could have imagined are in error and deception.

As a result I was deceived so many times, and eventually became so confused about Grace and sin and forgiveness and righteousness, and all of it.

I Thank God for putting a deep love for the truth and for His Word in my heart that keeps me digging when things don’t make sense. I want to understand - even if it shakes up everything I think I know.

One thing I have come to know by understanding and revelation of the truth of His Word - is that I am saved. And it’s all His doing, and none of mine.

And when this body I am in dies, I will merely change my mode of transportation into spiritual mode, and I can say with complete God-given faith, with Job, “As for me, I will behold Your face in righteousness; when I awake, I will be satisfied in Your presence.” (Psalms‬ ‭17‬:‭15‬)

Part 3 - A Reminder when the devil tries telling you that you do not belong to God…

First of all, we should absolutely use that as an opportunity to examine ourselves.

2nd of all, read the 6th chapter of The Gospel of John. You will find in there plenty ammunition to fight back with.

You will find there the truth that we cannot even want to be God’s unless He draws us to Himself. So if we want you to be saved it’s only because He deposited that desire into our heart. It says in there, that no one can come to Jesus unless God draws them, it that no one can snatch you out of His hand either. Check it out. ⚔️📖⚔️ The truth will set you free!! Bury His Word down in your heart, it’s your sword because it is the sure weapon against the enemy!!!

[soxma]

It Was… ⋆·˚ ༘ *

by: ouma

authors note: hi whoever is reading this, i write a lot of short stories and i wanted to at least publish one cuz the idea of the concept was smthn i was proud of, if you ever do read this thank you so much! :)

grammars kinda ass but its wtv 🙏

word count: 607

It was summer… the warmest time of the year, where grass was a more vibrant shade of green, where the sun rays at you wherever you may be, where the breeze softly ruffles your hair. This season is typically loved by many. It was loved by you. Walking hand in hand as you spoke about how much you loved this time of the year, and every time you did I couldn’t help but look at you and think how much I loved you, as you looked at me with so much gleam in your eyes as you happily spoke about what you loved. I, on the other hand, never liked summer—it was too hot. The light from the sun angrily aims its rays at you, as you can barely see whilst the heat is drowning you from sweat. I hated summer, but I came to like it because you did. Every summer time we came to this small hill. It wasn’t far to the point where it was too quiet, nor was it too loud either. You can still hear the trains, and the cars passing by. The tree formed a perfect shade for us to sit under as the wind was blowing just right–you loved it, and I loved you.

It was fall… It had turned a lot colder than you’d imagined. The leaves were auburn as they fell to the ground, everything looked a lot more orange, red, and brown, no hint of green ever since summer had passed. You loved the idea of fall, just not the cold and flimsy weather that kept messing up your hair due to the rain. Fall was my favorite season, the coldness was just right as I typically am rather fond of the rain. It gave me a reason to stay inside with you, as we slept through the rain in each other's arms. The raindrops formed a euphonious melody outside. The blanket provided us the right amount of warmth, as you laid in my arms and everything was just right–I loved it, and you did too.

It was winter… the snow poured in, as the time of our favorite season has come. The season of joyfulness and holidays. I loved the cold, and you loved the snow. You loved Christmas music, and I loved hearing you sing it. I loved hot chocolate, as you loved the little marshmallows on top. You loved building gingerbread houses, as I loved eating them. You loved receiving gifts, and I loved giving them to you. You loved Christmas, and I just loved you. I decided right then and there, New Year was when I was gonna propose to you, and I bet you’d love that too.

It was spring… gardens were in full bloom, as the flowers in my hand were too. It was the perfect weather. The breeze blew just right, as the pink tinted leaves fell gracefully; it looked like a scene from a movie. I loved meeting you by our spot, as it reminded me of the memories for when I fell for you first spring. Up on this small hill are the memories of all the seasons I loved you. Every conversation we had filled with all the things we both loved, and I loved you the most. The blooming blossoms landed perfectly alongside you. I sat beside you as I took out the small box from my pocket, as I placed it right by your grave. You loved the idea of marriage, as I just loved the idea of being with you. I would’ve loved to marry you, and I bet you would’ve loved it too.

[decaf-mother]

"Intertwined"

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Part 4 | Part 6

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OCs x F!Reader

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You are a young woman who also happens to be a witch- ending up with you in a college of mythical beings... {This story is gonna be silly chaos and will be aimed at my fellow bisexuals.}

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Warnings: Blood, Violence, Animal Death, Angst

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You stumble helplessly through the woods as thick briars snag at your delicate flesh, feet bare as your shoes were discarded long ago. Everything hurts and yet there is no one near to help, the trail of blood you leave bound to attract whatever lurks in the shadows.

A howl rings out into the night and you take off again, knees nearly giving out but you must push on, the steady thump of four feet gaining on you. You can't out run this.

Fight. Fight. Fight.

You get flung haphazardly down a hill a stump catching the side of your leg on the way down, leaves and dirt caking all your freshly opened wounds and bruises blooming quickly.

Little sobs lost in the dark and you cannot drag yourself to your feet, the frame of a particularly large gray wolf roughly pinning you to the ground, your kicks and hits doing nothing to remotely faze the creature.

Please. Not ready to die yet.

You wished so hard you had gained better control of your powers by now, sharp teeth diving in for your neck, maw ready to rip your throat out and eat your flesh from your bones.

Somebody help me... I'm scared.

Instead of your own crimson essence leaking across the forest soil, you are met with the warm splatter of the wolves demise. Drops of red paint your cheeks while your eyes go wide, the wolves head practically ripped from its body and the corpse tossed aside like a meaningless doll.

Kneeling over you.... Those hazel eyes with mesmerizing flecks of color swirling within them, you don't dare look away.

The same hands that ripped a creature apart so effortlessly, gently wipes the drops of blood from your cheek.

Warm tingling touch.

"Shush now... I'm here, darling."

"Sev... How did you...?"

"You called for me."

"But I didn't..."

"Rest easy... Nothing may touch your dreams again."

It all drifts into nothingness and soon you are woken by your alarm, sitting up and glancing around your room. You yank off your covers and search yourself for injuries, also half expecting Sev to somehow be here with you.

You rub at your face and let out a little groan.

"What the fuck was that???"

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Breakfast this morning was nothing out of the ordinary... Well, for this place anyways.

Though as you stand and move to exit the room, you hear the sound of muffled arguing. Normally you would mind your own business but... The voices sound familiar.

Slowly you approach the doors leading to the library, leaning in close you can make out the sound of Alexi's smooth tone. Eavesdropping? Really?

"Enough!!!"

She snaps rather loudly at whoever she's talking to, the soft and friendly voice you've come to know as Cassian then speaks up- but his tone is cold and bitter... Something you couldn't imagine from the bubbly ghost.

"Or what? You'll kill me twice?"

A slight pause follows.

"That's not..."

Before Alexi can finish Cassian is gone and you quickly pull away from the door, you stumble into a table nearby... Fuck- why are you so clumsy?!?

Within a split second Alexi is right behind you, she acts as though she didn't just have an intense argument- right back to her usual flirty self.

"It seems like you want me to catch you, hm?"

You quickly straighten up and turn to face her, offering an awkward smile and laugh.

"Uh um... Just- I'm just really clumsy, okay?"

"I can see that."

She takes your hand into hers but you instinctively pull away. Several thoughts race through your mind but most of them drift back to Cassian.

'Kill me twice'

What did he mean by that?

"Are you-"

"I'm sorry. I gotta go."

You turn and leave Alexi standing there and she almost seems... Hurt. She fears she scared you away. She didn't mean to.

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{Cassian has a tragic backstory. Wooo!!! Lmao}

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[daenystheedreamer]

hi can we know more about your ocs please....... i'm fascinated.

ABSOLUTELY i love thinking and talking and being crazy about them. putting all this under a cut cos ooo boy im not burdening your TLs with my rambling and omg it is. DEEPLY embarrassing. i go into canon oc danelle lothston and omaegorverse!

my specfic iteration of danelle comes from this thread of a fic i want to finish where she's got like Genre Awareness and can see ghosts both past and future and harrenhal is very house of leaves. like she sometimes watches the tourney at harrenhal she watches the doom of rhaegar lyanna elia and she grew up seeing the ghosts of alys harroway/alys rivers/rhaena targaryen/harren the black around the castle. she goes to the gods eye time vortex and exchanges sentimental items (her beloved deceased maids' stuff...) for shit thats fallen into the lake (its like genshin gacha, she's aiming for dark sister but she keeps getting aemond's sapphire eyeball -_-)

also harrenhal is unmapped and grows and shrinks and opens new passageways. also its sooo goofy but the library is like A Library Of Everything and has all information past present future and hence danelle knows she is doomed!!

its mostly me building my canon oc danelle lothston and viewing her through the eyes of the person who will one day doom her and hence take on the harrenhal curse and also they are horrible lesbians and danelle is visenya kin (wears armour all the time, does blood magic, is a lesbian)

OMAEGORVERSE oh omaegorverse my beloved beloathed...

maegor 'fixes' things with the faith by going okay targaryens will have a westerosi wife in the way of the faith and a targaryen wife in the way of old valyria. then all the kids can fight it out and whoever wins gets westeros and clearly whoever wins is blessed by your gods so if you say no i guess it means you disagree with your gods :/ he spends his time subjugating lords and probably doing prima noctus not cos he wants to fuck women but just to cuck men lol. basically making everyone's life absolute hell ESPECIALLY for his wife-husband viserys

viserys is utterly totally and absolutely traumatised, constantly dissociating, not even one foot in reality hes got like one toe in reality entirely devoted to his abomination children. i havent chosen exactly how i want visenya/alyssa/jaehaerys/alysanne to figure into this au but rhaena chooses to 'side' with maegor in order to protect viserys (plus some aerea/rhaella stuff) and possibly alysanne is forced into the faith and she too stays by viserys' side. anyway viserys is a wet and sad kicked kitten in this au he has The Worst Fucking Life Ever

JAEHAERYS: hes the first son, jaehaerys died for his birth and warning that will make this paragraph VERY confusing cos theres two jaehaeryses. viserys abjectly refuses to accept the death of jaehaerys because he feels totally responsible for it and he basically treats jaehaerys (his kid) like jaehaerys (his brother). imagine being the heir to a kingdom and your dad is like hi little brother how are you how is our wonderful and totally still alive mother alyssa :) and you are like who tf is alyssa YOU are my mother?? hence he has some identity issues. he was promised to aerea from birth to shore up inheritance and keep rhaena in line. he looks exactly like jaehaerys(son of alyssa) since whatever blood magic they use has to lilke make up for the fact maegor is infertile so its a combo of viserys+maegor+visenya+a sacrifice in this case jaehaerys. maegor thinks hes kind of a pussy cos hes not built like maegor and as a 3 year old he wasnt like wooo murder hell yeah!! hes very psychosexually freudian too he is VERY weird like imagine growing wth an omegafied mother-father i thikn that would make you a bit weird. i think he had a tysha-like sexual humiliation incident in the past too.

DAENYS: daenys my beloved i could go on forever. im not sure exactly where/what i want her to go/do. im biased wanting her to go to harrenhal but i think the hightower would make sense, to make up for the whole ceryse deal and keep them on maegor's side. gosh i♡examining the horrors of being a feudal child bride and growing up knowing thats all you are hee hee<3 she has a dragon but it's the runt of the litter it's like Large Horse sized (shes a horsegirl its her only friend!) rhaena used to take her flying on dreamfyre<3 aerea and rhaella were her only friends cos she was too scared of other people partly because viserys+maegor are insanely paranoid and partly because she was terrified of women because she had lesbian thoughts and thought she was evil for it. she's viserys' favourite she's his little dreamer his dream and hope and escape and that DEFINITELY didn't make her weird at all... maegor mostly ignores her cos she's not his heir and not the cooler daughter(viserra)

VISERRA: viserra is visenya kin through and through but also tyanna of the tower was used during her blood magic birth ritual so she's got double the insane womanism. she worships her dad! shes the first to claim a dragon and its huge and bigger than her brother's and she's a better fighter than him and taller. she's maegor's favourite (cough cough shes just like his mommy!!) and that made her crazy lol youve heard of girldad get ready for dadgirl. she haaaaates jaehaerys she thinks hes a pussy and she wants to fight him for inheritance + hates aerea cos by rights as jaehaerys' sister she should have married him and been queen. thinks daenys is a weird freak and feeds into daenys' insecurities and calls her a freak for having lesbian tendencies(homophobia♡) its a bit of a joffrey situation too like she could have been normal but unfortunately menace of the millenium maegor was like no youre my favourite youre the best youre the greatest youre my spiritual heir youre basically a god and because maegor is the ultimate evil patriarch and has isolated this horrible family of his she's like yeah well he's right about everything i guess i AM a god!!

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary284

6/28/24

friday

very very tired right now.

so i will sleep soon, i did some touching up on the drawing i did of myself today, i think i got it right, i also got it better looking on the cover art by making it bigger, which is just very nice i think.

i feel a little more awake after washing my face. i almost said 'alive'.

i was having thoughts while washing my face, about the debate yesterday, mostly attempts to imagine why/how that could be desirable as an outcome for anyone, like the fact everyone now is not eager to have biden running, that he is unfit, and the tragedy that he seems so unable (not tragic to me, but to a broader spread maybe (and anyway this 'tragedy' is actually 'it's so tragic he can't work' (always down to a kind of fetishization of ability + functionalism))), like the furthering of a narrative of someone falling out of use, and that falling out of use coming in the shape of a public humiliation that gets people to see, and for the people who maybe already saw, feeling proven right, are maybe more invested in correcting the ship? i don't know. really what i want to get at, less than any political efficacy, because really what happens happens there, outisde of the fact that no matter what, whoever wins many lives are just going to get worse and people will be more oppressed, the feeling is really that i want to understand the function of what happened, not as an expression of faith in the ability for people to plan but for media to narrativize, maybe, or maybe for the spectacle to capture attention and reify its order, that of functionalism appeased with entertainment, entertainment of the most 'functional' organs of society, humiliation of those organs in order to, rather than inspire faith, inspire investment, attention?

and so what am i doing here? i must admit, sometimes it feels better to see than to not but it is such a worthless thing, the debates, i mean, things really could change, though i seriously don't know, honest. a lot of what has people super worried seems like the same kinds of fascist thinktanks we've been seeing for a while, i guess it could be the straw that breaks some kind of back, of some metaphorical animal. like, maybe it seems designed to be that. but idk.

again, the feeling is really that this is all pointless, it is baffling that things are carrying on like this.

i would like to append here re: the notion of faith i was speaking of, like faith in the people making decisions or government broadly to have these bizarre machinations, this is what i would like to put myself against as i do not really believe this is every what is happening, when it is, for instance when the cia is forming death squads to destroy dissent somewhere in the world, cointelpro stuff, these kinds of things, it is also not perfect, but really what i take issue with is the notion that there is any kind of conspiracy, that is not my aim/imagining here, really i just wonder what like, propelled them to allow this to happen, and the response to the event as a kind of creation of a tool/image of some kind, it's a set of reactions, i suppose.

also today, i felt ugly, idk why i have been feeling ugly, i hope it stops soon or something, maybe it has to do with the sudden shift in my sleep schedules, or the shifts, more accurately, like making my skin feel worse, whether or not it really is, that kinda thing.

hopefully that will feel over with and i can do the pix of myself and then get the cover fully sorted...hope hope hope for that.

another thing, is the new hellp song came out:

it's really good, the song, it feels like their response to 1901 by phoenix in some ways, or not response, maybe re-deployment? strange notion but that also feels like a lot of what the video is. it's one of the more,,, interesting? uses of ai i've seen in a while, for one it's super sparing so you might miss it, but it's there, definitely in a few shots of the horses, it generated those, and some of those beauty shots that look like stock footage of clouds over mountains. i don't like it, mind you, but it's interesting. it recalls connor o'malley's use which means it's at least very intentional and formally it leads you down similar lines. the connor o'malley thing is really that he points at this technology as coming from the human and expressing 'the human' or giving us the image of the human back, our ways of seeing repeated, the human as 'functional', but the humor/horror/truth emerges from the space where the person's at, the ai's at, and both are failing at 'human', and rather than being alien or even post-human, it's squarely the failure/horror this thing put upon us, these standards and the freakishness of 'the norm', here with this video, it feels equally pointed, maybe the feeling here too is horror but i don't know, it feels sort of earnest, maybe the earnestness is coming from a lamentation of these views, these animals, becoming part of a human-sight replication machine. but i dunno, really they seem to enjoy the 'human', they are reactionary in that way, certainly, as much as i love them i feel like that has to be admitted, and this kind of stock photo american apparrel ad thing, the hyper-normcore and senitmental-commercial imagery is kind of like, i can't feel fully if it's knowing and hateful re: the nostalgia people feel for that, or if it's just kind of standing in awe of it, in a queasy distance from it, using these generated images to point at the fact that there is this distance (it seems their album is gonna be called anemoia (may be wrong, but this is in the yt description (anemoia - atlantic records (seems like an announcement done in a subtle way)))), so that seems apt. ultimately though, it only reinforces i think, which frustrates, or idk, not really, really it is interesting to me that this is what they'd do, it feels like i guess there must be some kind of reply possible, so it's i guess like a kind of dancing, staring at it. but i love the song, it's the sound of the summer probably. the last summer before fascism, as a friend keeps putting it. here is this beautiful song, cleaved from... this kind of hyperreal americana post-sentimental pining for... well the pining is freaky! and i imagine that expresses why i want to attack it on some level. but the song's on repeat. so maybe they're just totally pwning me or something. i could also be missing that this is a formal critique, though it's blurry enough for you to make anything of it i think. i do think that generally the video is edited and shot in a genius way, the sort of violent/jerky perfume ad abstractions, sleek and easy on the eyes almost, but so bright and violent it gets a little difficult, i do like that on some level they push back at people in what they do, that's where they are totally correct.

anyway, like i said i am tired, idk why i am so tired lately but it feels good to be sleep before 12 am, so i guess i will take advantage of that and sleep now.

so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[foxbox23232]

The parasitic reality of demons and the good news of Jesus Christ. I hope whoever is reading enjoys this research I have conjured. And also be warned, if you are not delivered, there will be a fight for your soul if there hasn't been already, because demons do not like people who know too much, those kinds he specifically hates the most. So as you read this, you have been kindly warned.

What is Deliverance? 

One of the hallmarks of the ministry of Jesus Christ was deliverance from evil spirits. Acts 10:38 How God anointed Jesus of Nazareth with the Holy Spirit and with power who went about doing good and healing all who were oppressed by the devil for God was with Him.

Evil spirits seek to either afflict a person which is external or possess a person which is internal. Demonic affliction is the cause of many illnesses, mental oppression, and addictions.

Soul-ties are another bind affecting people particularly those that have lived promiscuous lifestyles. During sexual relations, there is a transfer of the entire being (spirit, soul & body) as the Bible says Genesis 2:24 A man shall leave his father and mother and be joined to his wife, and they shall become one flesh. I could get more into that one later.

About Deliverance

“The Bible reveals that demons who possesses the body of humans, does not only exercise control over -the body and mind, but also uses that body as host. Luke chapter 8 tells of an incident - where Jesus encountered a man possessed by demons; this man was naked - dwelling or living in a wretched and fearful condition in what we would call today a graveyard and was actually in chains. Upon releasing the possessed man or in the act of proceeding to free the man, the demons asked Jesus if HE would allow them to enter a herd of swine, and HE allowed them to do so. This clearly shows that the demons did need a host or body to inhabit.

I would just like to go a bit further to point out that God did not create the angels to become demon; they chose to follow Satan in his rebellion against God, and in so doing, their minds became perverted and twisted - lusting after the wrong thing - such as desiring to possess the human body. “

The word salvation means: the act of saving or protecting from harm, risk, loss, destruction, etc. According to the bible it means the saving of human beings from sin and its consequences—which include death and separation from God.In other words, the word salvation means: deliverance from the power and effects of sin.

Many churches and denominations do not believe in the supernatural, despite claiming Chrisitian. Or they believe the gifts have ceased which is not biblically accurate. There is no term “ deliverance” in the bible. Jesus casted out demons. We are called to live like Jesus did. Jesus did this everywhere. He healed the sick and made them well again.

What are demons? 

Lust, anger, fear, pain are best conceptualized as personalities - Jordan peterson

We say in Ephesians 6 we are fighting persons without bodies. They long too live inside of the body according to Matthew chapter 12. 

They have a viewpoint. A telos. (Aim or goal) if you are possessed by the spirit of anger it changes your emotions, how you view everything, the past, present, the future. You could imagine how a malevolent subpersonality (a demon) could affect a person.

-Jordan peterson

Our battle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, authorities, and powers of this dark world and the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Ephesians 6 

They open the door for them. Vampires are basically demons. You can open yourself up to this possession or close the door. - Jordan peterson 

An overwhelming desire you have to act upon. Demons trick us its what they do.  -Isaiah Saldivar  

Demons want to afflict pain to you

And he called to him his twelve disciples and gave them authority over unclean spirits, to cast them out, and to heal every disease and every affliction. Matthew 10:1

Jesus Heals

But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed.

Isaiah 53:5 

"The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full." John 10:10

Jesus casted out demons

And He said to them, “Go into all the world and preach the gospel to every creature. He who believes and is baptized will be saved, but he who does not believe will be condemned. And these signs will follow those who believe. In my name they will cast out demons, they will speak with new tongues, they will take up serpents; and if they drink anything deadly, it will by no means hurt them; they will lay hands on the sick and they will recover.” (Mark 16:15-18)

“And when He had called His twelve disciples to Him, He gave them power over unclean spirits, to cast them out, and to heal all kinds of sickness and all kinds of disease.” (Matthew 10:1)

“Therefore submit to God. Resist the devil and he will flee from you.” (James 4:7)

Free will 

Unlike a parasite, Jesus Christ seems to be the complete opposite. He seems more to be like a medicine to the diseases and dying. Free will is a real thing. God lets us choose because he is not a controlling God. Satan makes us do things because he is a controlling god. By God being controlling it would ruin our perspective of him being a loving God. So it’s all just a decision. He doesn’t have anyone be forced to love him. Demons force people to do things all the time, like feeding various addictions. This is what a loving vs unloving god looks like. And unfortunately people choose their god all the time whether knowingly or unknowingly it doesn’t stop the spiritual reality behind literally everything. Anyone can be delivered, but if you do not choose Jesus they will come right back. The solution to having a good life is Jesus Christ.

End the superficial and step into the supernatural - Isaiah Saldivar

Deliverance is part of your journey to freedom. God will set you free and continue to set you free. It may be one and done or may not. I am not God, but all I know is deliverance will set you free in a tangible way. Whether it is physically, emotionally, mentally, generationally, some demons carry through the bloodline. This is why some families are dealt with strange situations leading them into divorce, poverty, suicide, illness, disease, etc. If people choose not to get delivered they will always have problems in some sort of way. Choosing sin is choosing to hand over the keys to your life, to a demon. I can guarantee you, you will never feel safe and always have problems. So find a church that actually believes in the Bible, and believes in deliverance, they can help you. And from what I have seen, they will not judge you, but care for you, because they understand and want you set free. Fasting,prayer, and reading bible used all together also can get rid of demons, and is very powerful. And this gets rid of certain demons, that only go away through fasting.

Not only is this real, but also..

I have met demons. They also come to us in "dreams", you can ask them questions there as well and they will answer, especially in the name of Jesus Christ.. If you have the authority they pretty much have to. (Also not every entity in a dream is a demon but if you aren't fully delivered yet it’s very probable that they are). There is a lot I could say about dreams discern fruits of the spirit. Sometimes dreams are from Holy Spirit it all just depends. I attacked a demon recently in a dream he told me he came to steal from me he told me he was a "thieving spirit". What exactly was he stealing? I don't know. My money? My dreams? My marriage? My womb? Could be anything. Life starts in the spiritual including the realm of dreams where covenants are created in many ways, because of the legality of sin. A demon tried killing me while I also was awake shortly after performing witchcraft. I was sober at the time. Demons have actually tried killing me many times, some specific times prophets have known about, which of course they knew because God knows everything. Ive had good times and humiliating experiences with my dirt getting exposed. But I am a lover of truth, it doesn't offend me. Ive talked to many prophets all over the world many times now, which if anything has solidified my faith for the rest of my life. Im not trying to scare anyone, but demons are very scary and you should be scared. Ive seen them, they also look horrifying. Not only do they want to completely ruin you, your life, but also your afterlife, which is forever. Not choosing God is like living in a horror film now and for eternity. Be scared of them, but don't live there, end fear forever by Jesus Christ. So ya, we can let demons walk on us and steal from us, sure. Or we can stick it to them, get our life back, fix our bloodline, and move in perfection and righteousness with Christ for ourself and others. Jesus is Lord. I could explain more, but there is thousands of testimonies online, and I recommend to everyone to do your own research, and better yet experience Christ for YOURSELF. And I don't recommend witchcraft to anyone, because it can be fatal. Perfect love casts out all fear.

[adam-brooks]

I expected to be destroyed by disappointment. Or cry over the frustration of it all. Because I do that. But I'm mostly just...I guess I accept it. The things I was called. The animosity.

Heh...I suppose I should have expected it really. Very few people understand it. I barely understand it. The only thing I understand is the retarded response I get from it. Where it comes from and why.

I dunno. Fuck me, I'm an asshole. My issues are bizarre and stupid, and I'm trapped by many of them. Though I've overcome many of them, too. I can't lose sight of that. It's no small thing to claw yourself out of your own grave and force yourself to walk. I have to maintain that momentum and never forget where I came from.

Then why is it all so sad? A person brings about expectations, the expectations you build for them especially, and when those expectations are shattered its jarring. You've misread something. You missed SOMETHING. Or maybe the package was just too pretty, and your fool eyes refused to see. Maybe it was you all along. MAYBE you're just too much for some people. Specially if you require such a gentle hand and patience beyond imagining. If you're too fragile.

You meaning me, of course.

I can take a hit like I'm being paid for it, but kick me in the feels...well. I wax prose and whine like a child. It's a gift, really.

But you do so love my writing, don't you. You meaning you...of course.

Siigh..I can't see your messages anymore because I restricted them and removed them entirely. I can't bear it, really. Your anger. Or pain. Or whatever you want to call it, if it's even anything. I'm not so arrogant to think I could illicit much, now. I know that switch that turns everything off. And I'm not special, right? Just. Like. Them. I think you alluded to that. It was really stupid of me to think otherwise anyway. Because who the hell am I? I can't even give you anything you want.

So it's for the best. Truly. And I'm sorry this is how it ended. Whatever it was. And you can share this to whoever you want. You can call me a dramatic piece of shit. Or a drama queen. Drama asshat? What would you call me right now, I wonder...something emasculating I'm sure.

And when I think about you, I'll remember your words. Specifically, the last ones. And how much they cemented my resolve with each accusation and turn of phrase aimed to stab at me. You left me that. That is your legacy within me. Thank you.

[emptymanuscript]

So, I am reading this quote by Jonathan Turley:

“It calls for something that’s difficult. It calls for solemnity and clarity for members. We have become a nation addicted to rage, and we can fuel that. This body is a powerful teacher, as Brandeis said. And you can teach that or you can teach a respect for this process. It begins here and now. We can disagree with each other without hating each other.”

And my knee jerk reaction is to agree. This feels like wisdom.

But my second thought is, why is it so often the call for both sides to be calm and understanding of each other when the endeavor is pursuing Republican goals. This isn’t the call made when a Republican President is at the point of a potential impeachment process. It’s only the call made when a Democratic President is the potential.

My third thought is that this is an extension of the thought process that “both sides are bad,” which automatically favors the worse of the sides by putting them on the same level.

And I think this is what Republicans pay for with all their think tanks. This creation and use of language and rhetoric to sound so reasonable and convincing when their behavior is anything but. There is an immense amount of intellectual power aimed at convincing our country to pursue certain partisan goals that we would probably oppose without that sheer amount of work to accomplish the argument.

It takes a serious amount of well done propaganda to convince people that black is white and partisan fascist craziness is reasonable discussion. And they do that work. This is it, right here. That sounds completely reasonable and admirable - when what he’s talking about is partisan bullshit that has never had any merit beyond the dog whistle that the Left is evil and needs to be stopped at any cost.

The danger is that it’s propaganda designed to appeal to us on the Left. It’s the language of our goals: a return to sanity and reason in our governance. That’s what we want. But how are we going to get that by pursuing the opposite in action? How does us trying our best to be non-partisan, reasonable, and open minded while the other side does its best to be crazy, partisan, and get everything it possibly can to destroy us result in a finally reasonable outcome?

It can’t.

It’s going to inevitably lead to what’s happening in the house right now as whoever is saner and calmer slips and slides toward functionally obeying the desires of the lunatics who just want it all to break.

The fundamental issue is that in any process where one set of groups does their best to follow the rules and expectations and another set does their best to break the rules and ignore expectations, the group willing to break the most rules and ignore the most expectations will always have the greatest advantage if there’s no penalty for their incorrect behavior. Because they will simply have less barriers and more tools.

Cheating is incentivized if there’s no penalty for cheating. Always. That’s why there has to be a decision to obey the rules BEFORE the game is played.

This is, instead, talking about how we should all obey the rules in this second to last round. Ignoring all the misbehavior that happened in all the previous rounds. Which can only benefit the people who misbehaved and wouldn’t have scored as well had the rules been followed from the beginning.

This is even WHY we have the concept of mistrials in our legal system. Imagine a murder case where the police simply lied about the evidence and how it was collected and handled. That was found out but then the court said, ok, let’s all obey the rules from here on out. And everyone nods. And the trial continues, the decision still being made on the bad evidence of the case. The process would naturally favor the prosecution because it isn’t dealing with the fact that the case is now based on a terrible foundation.

That is literally what is happening here. The call for everyone to be reasonable and follow the rules is the call for everyone to ignore all the previous missteps and misbehavior that led us here. Which can only benefit the misbehaving. Even if it isn’t enough to make them win, it is necessarily an elevation of misbehavior to normal behavior that puts groups who have performed significantly differently on the same field when they wouldn’t otherwise be comparable.

So: no.

This call should not be embraced as appealing as it sounds.

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Kanato Dark [Prologue]

Monologue

Every now and then,

I recall a line from a book I read in the past. 

ーー ‘Those who enjoy solitude are either monsters,

or if not, they are God.’

ー The scene starts in Yui’s bedroom at the Sakamaki Manor

Yui: Who could have thought Kanato-kun would be the one to inherit Karlheinz-san’s powers...

( I couldn’t even imagine it... )

( But...This isn’t a dream, is it? )

( That day, Kanato-kun was officially declared his successor. )

( He became the true King who shall rule over the Demon World... )

ー A flashback ensues as the scene shifts to the Chamber of Time

Kanato: Father. Why did you call us here? 

Karlheinz: Welcome, my son. And you too ーー Eve. 

Yui: ...?

Kanato: Father. Show yourself, please. We cannot talk like this...

Karlheinz: I am afraid I cannot fulfill said wish. My role has already ended after all. 

Kanato: ...What do you mean...? 

Karlheinz: Fufu. Exactly as I said it. 

I shall give you my powers, Kanato. Everything I haveーー 

Kanato: Eh...? 

Yui: ( Karlheinz-san will give his powers to Kanato-kun...? )

( Does that mean Kanato-kun will become the new King of the Demon World? )

Kanato: ...Why?

Why me, Father...?

Karlheinz: ...

Well, I believe that you are the most suitable to cleanse this world. 

Kanato: Cleanse...? And I’m the most suitable...? 

Karlheinz: The completion of the Apple of Eden project is nearing its end. 

I shall leave the rest in your hands. My son ーー Kanato. 

Kanato: F-Father...

Wait, please. I still don’t understand a thi ーー ...

*WOOSH*

Yui: ーー !? 

( Karlheinz-san’s presence disappeared...? )

H-Hey...Kanato-kun. What should we do now...?

Kanato: ...

Yui: Kanato-kun...?

ー The flashback ends

Yui: ーー The most suitable to cleanse the world, huh...?

( Kanato-kun looked completely baffled when he was told that... )

( He inherited Karlheinz-san’s powers out of the blue...So I suppose I can hardly blame him for being surprised. )

Haah...

( However, now is not the time to get lost in thought. )

( Now that he is the head of the household, Kanato-kun has become a main target after all... )

( To those who aim to earn sovereignty over the Demon World. )

( Now that Karlheinz-san is gone, it’s the perfect opportunity. )

( All those strange things that went down today. It’s pretty obvious that somebody snuck into the manor, isn’t it? )

( I’m pretty sure that whoever it was, they were after Kanato-kun who has now become the Vampire King...ーー )

...!

...No, scratch that. This isn’t just about Kanato-kun anymore. 

All of the others could get involved in it as well...

( After all, the fate of the Demon World is on the line. )

Kanato-kun...Is he alright? 

( I’ll go see him. He might be pondering over the same thing. )

( I want to be there for him in case there’s anything I can do... )

ー Yui leaves her room

*Knock knock*

Yui: Kanato-kun, I’m coming in. 

ー She enters Kanato’s bedroom

Yui: ( He’s lounging on his bed... )

Hey, Kanato-kun. 

Kanato: ...What do you want? 

I’m busy enjoying my sweets right now. Please don’t bother me. 

Yui: S-Sorry. 

Kanato: Let me tell you just in case, but I will not share a single bite of these. They are all mine. 

Yui: S-Sure. I know that, of course. 

( While he’s happily indulging in his sweet treats, he really seems no different from before. This is the Kanato-kun I know. )

( I wonder if he doesn’t realize that the fate of the Demon World is in his hands now that he inherited those powers...? )

( However, I’m sure he’ll bring himself to act when push comes to shove. )

( For now, I’ll be there for him as support. )

Kanato: ...

What’s the matter? I can tell that there is something you want to share...

Yui: N-Not really. 

Kanato: Hmm, is that so?

However, I cannot trust your statement. 

Say, I bet you were thinking of something you shouldn’t, weren’t you? 

Yui: That wasn’t my intention...

Kanato: ...Aah, I get it. You were thinking that you don’t want to be here with me, weren’t you? 

Yui: W-Wait! You’ve got it all wrong!

I would never think such a thiーー !? 

ー Kanato suddenly pins her down

*Thud* 

*Rustle* 

Kanato: Oh shut up. Do not talk back to me. 

Yui: ...!

Kanato: I made it clear that I want no secrets between us, did I not?

Are you making fun of me by giving me that kind of attitude? 

*Thud* 

Yui: Y-You’re hurting me...Stop...!

Kanato: ...Why...?

It’s not just you either...Ayato and Laito, all of them...

Why do you all walk on eggshells around me?

Does it upset you that I’m struggling to use these powers I’ve inherited correctly? 

Or are you that bothered by the fact I won’t reign over the Demon World? 

All of you keep on making these assumptions...When none of you have any idea of what goes on inside my head...!

Yui: T-That’s not true...! Calm down, Kanato-kun!

Kanato: Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

All you need to do is keep quiet and let me suck your blood!

ー Kanato bites her

Kanato: Nn...Nnh...!

...Nn...Phew...Haah...

Yui: ...Stop...Kanato-kun...!

Kanato: ...Keep still, please. It’s your own fault. For acting so weird...

Nnh...Nn...Kuh...

*Rustle* 

Yui: ( I’m sure he’s upset because I disobeyed him... )

...I’m so sorry...

Kanato: ...Hah?

Yui: I’m sorry, Kanato-kun...I’ll never say no to you again, so...

Kanato: ...! Why do you...? 

Yui: Eh...?

Kanato: Why!? Why do you always say things to upset me!? 

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: Ow...!? 

Kanato: Fufu, you look like a mess. You’ve got candy stuck in your hair...

Yui: ( ...O-Oh no! I better remove it quickly...! )

*Rustle rustle* 

Kanato: ...You silly girl. There’s no way you’ll be able to pick it out with your fingers. 

Yui: But at this rate...

Kanato: Aah...Why don’t we cut it? Hair and all. 

Yui: Eh...?

On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“You simply need to do as I say. Only ever look at me...Only ever listen to my voice...and do not let your mind wander, okay?”

“Why do you seem frightened? How cruel, when I’m here showing my good heart by cutting it for you.”

Kanato: Why would you look at that! There just so happens to be a pair of scissors here. 

I shall be so kind as to cut it for you. ...Hey, aren’t you glad?

*Snip*

Yui: W-Wait...Calm down, Kanato-kun!

Kanato: Do not worry. I have a knack for this sort of stuff. 

...Aah, but if you decide to fight back, I might accidentally cut off something else. 

Yui: ...!?

Kanato: Therefore, please keep still, okay?

If I were to cut off your ear by mistake, you would no longer be able to hear what I tell you. Fufu.

*Snip*

Yui: ( O-Oh no...At this rateーー )

ー Yui pushes him away

*Thud* 

Kanato: ...!?

Yui: K-Kanato-kun! I...I’ll go rinse off the candy in the bathroom, okay!?

ー She quickly dashes out of the room

Kanato: ...

...! Why!?

*THUD*

Kanato: Why...does everyone reject me...!?

*THUD THUD*

Kanato: Why? ...Yui-san.

All I want is for you to be your normal self...

( Ever since I inherited Father’s powers, everything has gone downhill... )

( Why did it turn out like this...? )

Monologue

ーー I don’t understand. 

Why has Father given me the special treatment? 

Why does he expect all these things from me? 

...Why did he even choose me as the successor to his powers,

in the first place, I wonder?

There should have been plenty

of other suitable candidates. 

Hey, Father. Tell me, please. 

ーー What is it exactly,

I should do...? 

Kanato: Ugh...I...

I don’t even want...these powers...!

ー The scene shifts to the bathroom

*Pshhh*

Yui: ...

( Even if I don’t talk back, in the end, I still make him upset... )

( I wonder what would satisfy him...? )

I guess inheriting those powers comes with a kind of responsibility and pressure which I simply cannot understand...? 

( ...Exactly. )

( Kanato-kun is the one who suffers the most from this, not me. )

( No matter how badly he treats me, I have to make sure I’m there for him at all times. )

...Okay!

( I’ll freshen up, forget the past and move on! Then I’ll also go and properly apologize to him. )

*Splash splash*

Yui: ...Phew.

ー A mysterious man suddenly appears

???: ...

Yui: ...! W-Who are yーー!?

*Rustle*

Yui: ( ...He’s covering my mouth...! )

Kino: Shh...

My name is Kino. I’m a Vampire, just like those friends of yours. 

Yui: ( ...A Vampire!? )

( Could this be the guy who I saw in the manor...!? )

Kino: Fufu, don’t glare at me like that. I don’t mean to cause you any harm, really.

If you behave, I’ll even remove my hand. ...You know what to do, right? 

ー Yui relaxes

Yui: ...

Kino: I don’t dislike a clever girl. 

ー Kino steps back

Yui: You...Kino-kun you said your name was? 

...Why did you come here? 

Kino: You see, I’m here to ruin the Apple of Eden Project. 

Yui: Eh...!? 

Kino: Did I say something strange?

Yui: I mean...You’re a Vampire, correct?

If you are, then should you really be trying to get in the way of the project...?

Kino: ...Listen. Maybe you should learn to pick your words more carefully?

ー He approaches her

*Thud* 

Yui: !?

Kino: You’re nothing but a tool, aren’t you? Yet you’re trying to push your own opinion. Just who do you think you are?

All you need to do is behave and listen to what I say, do you understand? 

Yui: B-But...

Kino: Ahー God, shut up already...

ー Kino squeezes her throat shut

Yui: Kuh...!

( I-I can’t breathe...! )

Kino: Ahaha! You finally went quiet. I’m sure you understand now what’ll happen if you go against me? 

From here on out, I’ll have youーー

*BOOM*

Yui: ーー !?

Kino: ...Che.

ー Kino steps back

*Rustle* 

*Thud* 

Yui: Coff...Coff, coff...

Kino: Ahーah. Seems like trouble has arisen. I’m done here for today. Time to go home. 

Yui: ...W-Wait...Coff.

Kino: Oh, no need to worry. We’ll meet again. ...Soon, okay?

ー He leaves

Yui: ...Haah, haah...

( He disappeared... )

( I wonder if I should go look for him? But... )

( That explosion just now. It came from the direction of Kanato-kun’s room. )

( Something might have happened...I have to go! )

ー The scene shifts to Kanato’s room

*Thud* 

Yui: ( The whole room smells burnt...! )

( Did he unleash his powers...? Is he safe...!? )

Kanato: ...Uu...

Yui: ーー Kanato-kun!

ー She rushes to his side

Yui: Are you alright!? Hey!

Kanato: Ugh...

Yui: ( Thank god. He’s been injured, but he’s still breathing just fine... )

Reiji: Haah...I came here to check what’s going on after I thought I felt the manor shake but...

Ayato: Kanato fucked up again? Look at this mess. 

Laito: Haah...Coff, coff. This burnt smell is too much...

Yui: ...? Y-You guys...!

ー She notices all of his brothers have arrived

Yui: U-Um...It’s a disaster! Kanato-kun’s powers went out of control...and he got caught up in the explosion!

Shuu: You need to calm down a little. We can tell as much. 

Yui: B-But! Kanato-kun has lost consciousness...

Also...I ran into the trespasser earlier...!

Shuu: Haah...Calm down. You’re all over the place. 

Yui: ...S-Sorry. 

Reiji: ...Let us go somewhere else first. 

Subaru, carry Kanato to her room. 

Subaru: Haah!? Why me!? 

Laito: Nfu~ Seems like you got the short end of the string there, Subaru-kun.

Reiji: Come on, Subaru. Make haste. 

Subaru: ...Che.

ー Subaru walks over to Kanato

Reiji: ーー You too. Off we go. 

Yui: ...Yes.

ー The scene shifts to Yui’s bedroom

*Thud* 

Kanato: ...

Yui: ( Kanato-kun is even more small and fragile than I thought... )

( Yet, Karlheinz-san’s immense powers are stored inside this tiny body... )

( I had no idea just how much responsibility and pressure Kanato-kun has had to burden. )

( Apparently he should wake up after a while, but I can’t help but wonder if he’ll be alright? )

( If only I had not fled his side back then... )

Reiji: ...If you have the time to get lost in your own thoughts, why not tell us about what happened earlier? 

Yui: Eh?

Reiji: Did you not mention that you spotted an invader in the manor?

Yui: Ah...About that...ーー

ー Yui tells them the whole story

Reiji: ...I see. A Vampire who goes by the name ‘Kino’...?

Ayato: In other words, it’s his fault that weird shit keeps on happenin’?

Reiji: Yes, I believe that would be the case. It should be safe to assume that he snuck into the manor to target the both of you.

Yui: I knew it...

( I can’t believe that he’s being targeted when he hasn’t managed to fully control his powers yet...I wonder what we should do now? )

Then, maybe if you guys stick with him until he becomes a suitable head of the household...

Shuu: You want us to help the guy? ...Are you stupid? 

Subaru: He can’t complain ‘bout being targeted now that he’s the head of the family. 

I’m sure he realizes that too, right? That he’s gotta learn to save his own skin. 

Laito: Exactly. In the end, it has nothing to do with us. 

We are worried about you, of course. 

But if Kanato-kun finds out that we tried to make even the slightest move on you, things will only get even more sticky. 

Yui: ...But...! Kanato-kun is the one suffering the most here!

He inherited those powers and was forced into the position of head of the household out of nowhere!

I don’t see why you can’t lend him a hand...

Shuu: Then why don’t you help him? It’s none of my concern. 

Yui: No way...

Reiji: I believe the others are correct for the most part.

This time his magic went rampant in the human world, hence why the damage was still limited. 

I do not want to even imagine that the manor will keep on being destroyed if he keeps going like this. 

Laito: ...Or rather, it’s kind of worrying to have him in such an unstable state, you see. 

Kanato-kun has always been on the hysteric side, so who knows, he might just kill us at some point.

Yui: ...He would never do that!

H-Hey! How about you, Ayato-kun...?  You’re worried about him, aren’t you? 

Ayato: Not really? I don’t give a damn. 

Yui: Eh...?

Ayato: Are you deaf? We don’t want to have to deal with this shit!

That bein’ said, you better fix this somehow, Chichinashi. 

Yui: That’s easier said than done...

Reiji: ...Right.

We shall leave now, but if you are that worried, then you should stay by his side.

ー The other Sakamaki’s leave

Yui: No way!

*Thud* 

Yui: ...

( I know that they don’t exactly hate Kanato-kun but... )

( I can’t help but feel like he looks so lonely while sleeping there like that... )

( A way to help Kanato-kun... )

( I wonder what would be the best approach? )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[those-other-ones]

This is a smut AU of how Drakken and Shego meet, from @dawhitebag's amazing fanfic which you can READ HERE.  Shego is still a hero in Go City at this time.  I started out with the text from WhiteBag's chapter and I added and altered a few things as I needed for my plot.  When it changes entirely to my text there's a line break.  Enjoy a little hero/villain AU!

This is also an extremely belated birthday gift for @amvwolfgirl.  Happy birthday, yo! Extremely long fic ahead.

Reminder that everything under the cut is Not Safe For Work, major lemon, eighteen and older only.

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Shego had a date that night, so she decided to put on her best perfume. She stood back from the vanity and surveyed her appearance, noting particularly how her short, tight dress showed off her legs and her cleavage. There was a flutter of nerves in her chest and a stirring of heat where there shouldn't be, she thought with shame, for both a virgin and also for such imaginings about a boy she barely knew. For a brief moment of panic, she couldn't even recall his name.

What she wouldn't give to not be her age and have to deal with super-charged hormones in addition to super-powers. Not to mention, the thoughts that kept entering her head were bordering on...villainous.

She forced her mind off of the impropriety it wanted to dwell on as she grabbed her jacket and purse. But as she was just about to leave, the floor trembled under her feet. And then again. And again.

This wasn’t a usual earthquake. Those were steps.

She looked out the window only to see a gigantic robot traversing the city.

She sighed heavily.

'Not today...'

It looked like her date wasn’t happening after all. Ugh, which also meant she would have to call them later and apologize! It sucked...

With gloomy thoughts, she quickly changed into her superhero outfit and met with her brothers in the middle of the street. They stared at the giant machine, ready to fight but not quite knowing how to approach the situation.

“Who even is that?” Shego asked, raising her eyebrows.

“We don’t know,” said Wego.

“We think it might be someone new,” added the other Wego.

“All right, this seems straightforward enough. You boys stay on the ground, keep an eye on each other, and make sure all civilians are out of the way. I’ll deal with the driver. Hego? I need a lift.”

“You got it.” Hego put his hands together. They started glowing blue before she hopped on them. “Good luck!” he called out as he fired her high up.

Shego flew, aiming at the robot’s head where the bad guy was. However, the machine was moving fast and she didn’t quite get to the top, realizing she was about to collide with the robot’s back. She used her green glow before she hit the metal. Her hands pierced the plate, preventing her from slipping down. She grunted and started climbing.

The climb was harder than she anticipated it being; the robot was constantly shaking in its movements, and the wind hit hard. And whoever was steering the machine, they had already managed to tear the roof off the bank and grab the safe full of money.

At last, Shego reached the robot’s shoulder. She hopped onto her feet, finally spotting the driver. He was sitting inside a round, windowless compartment, where the robot’s head should be. She leapt atop it and easily opened the hatch, making sure to keep quiet so her approach wouldn't be heard.

The wind shifted.

The driver either caught the scent of her perfume or simply sensed her presence, because he turned to face her.

It was a man in his thirties. He had long black hair tied in a ponytail, a scar under his left eye, and...light blue skin.

He seemed surprised to have company, but he didn’t attack. In fact, he didn’t do anything. For a while neither of them moved, not sure what would happen next.

"Who— What are you doing here?" he finally asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I’m here to stop you," Shego answered, raising her fists.

"Oh, please," the man said and rolled his eyes, as if she was a minor annoyance, and pressed a button on his console.

This activated laser cannons placed inside the compartment. Shego dodged before any of them shot her and used her glow to shoot back at the cannons, destroying them completely. She then jumped gracefully inside the compartment. The villain glanced over his shoulder, both surprised and impressed, fastening his seat-belt at the same time.

“You’re not a Go City villain, are you?” Shego asked, wondering if there was any way to talk the guy out of the theft.

“No, and I’m not planning on staying here much longer. Already got what I came here for,” he said, pointing at the safe before pressing another button.

This caused the entire compartment to spin rapidly. Shego lost her balance. Her back hit the metal wall, and the pain caused her to shut her eyes and hiss. Then she realized, almost at the last moment, that her body was tumbling towards the exit. She used her glow again to claw into something, anything, preventing her from falling out, just in time—her entire body was already outside, save for her claws fixed to the metal.

Shego breathed heavily. It wasn’t from the exhaustion, though. In fact, there was something strangely intoxicating about this fight. Unlike most villains she usually had to fight with, this one seemed to have...potential.

She started moving her body back and forth, swinging, until she could back-flip back into the compartment. As she found her feet on a shifting surface she realized too late—the villain was now running straight at her. She didn’t get a chance to react as he used his body weight to shove her out.

“Farewell, Miss Superhero!” she heard his loud voice as she plummeted down. “May we never meet again!” he called out before laughing maniacally.

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The robot’s engines fired up and it lifted off the ground. Shego's eyes darted around and she reached for anything to hold onto as the ground rapidly approached and seemingly faster as the robot flew upwards. Almost by accident she hooked her claws onto the broad rocket-foot of the robot and was painfully jolted up along its flight path. The machine soon reached the clouds, the villain’s laughter fading out as it was lost on the wind.

Cold and pain were Shego's dominant sensations, coupled with an anger that began boiling in her blood. She had never been defeated like this, and she wasn't about to be now. She waited until her limbs stopped feeling entirely like Jell-O and then swung upward, getting one foot hooked onto the robot. She shakily climbed up, avoiding the rocket jets, and then clung to the metal.

'How am I supposed to get up there?'

She clenched her jaw as she dug her already-weakening claws into the solid surface and started to climb. She had told Hego she needed an upgrade, but he had been against the claws to begin with. When she got back, she would get the upgrade without telling him.

It was several minutes of the wind whipping her hair into her face, gusts nearly knocking her off, and feeling like she was being put through the most difficult training workout of her life twice-over. But none of that would stop her. She had no choice, anyway.

When she finally neared the top she saw with a brief moment of dismay that the compartment had been closed. But she could change that easily. After finding a handle (and finding it locked) she held on tightly with one hand and ignited her glow in the other, placing her palm against the metal.

It wasn't melting immediately like she expected, and she intensified her glow even as her brow rose in surprise. This villain...was different indeed.

When a hole finally appeared she shifted her hand in order to make it larger. It wasn't just a matter of stopping the villain, but actually getting inside and commandeering the robot as well; the ocean waters now beneath her would be her death if she fell.

Whether it was the sound of the wind or the pressure change that got the villain's attention, she wasn't sure. But she watched through the hole as he turned in confusion and then for the first time seemed genuinely distraught, gasping at her presence. But then his expression darkened, and a lump rose in her throat as he unfastened his seat-belt, pushed a button on the console, and then approached her, brandishing something that looked like a ray gun.

She stopped melting the door and fired a blast that hit him squarely in the chest, knocking him on his back. The stress of fighting for her life must have caused her to miscalculate, as she was surprised to see the man's long blue lab coat ignite with green flame. He gave a cry and batted at the blaze for a moment before frantically removing his belt and tearing off the garment, then stomping on it to subdue the fire.

Shego hurriedly resumed her previous task however when he turned with a jerk, blinking at her in shock and anger. She knocked him down with another blast, far more controlled this time, and grimaced as the lump in her throat grew tighter. She didn't know how long he would keep letting her stop him before he fired that weapon, but she couldn't do him any great harm—she was a hero, after all.

After the third hit, and the hole was still just barely too small for her to get through safely, the blue-skinned villain snarled and pointed the weapon at her. She didn't halt in her task, supposing her only remaining grace was if she didn't fire again. A moment lingered where her eyes were locked with his furious ones, and then his expression slowly began to morph to curiosity. The anger remained, however.

Shego suddenly became aware of how much her hand was tiring holding onto the handle. She could hardly feel it anymore, and the wind was like icy daggers on her cheeks, not to mention the intense aches of her body as she tried to stay flush against the metal door, fearing being knocked off to her death by a gust. So when the villain lowered his gun arm and raised his brow as if in question, she found herself eager to accept the seeming truce he offered.

She let her glow go out and he approached quickly, reaching up through the hole she had created and grabbing her arm as she reached in. She allowed him to help her through, and there were a few moments of awkward clinging and stumbling during which she noted the man seemed to be well-muscled beneath his shirtsleeves, and then finally she was inside.

She forced herself to stay on her feet, even though all she wanted to do was collapse. She stood at a ready stance, hoping she didn't look as weak as she felt as she held her hands up in fists. The stillness of the air inside the compartment made it seem warmer, for which she was grateful.

The villain didn't speak, and after a moment she took in his appearance in more detail than before. He wore a tailored, pale gray-blue shirt which was notably singed in the center—she felt another twinge of unease realizing how uncontrolled the blast of glow had been—and equally well-cut dark blue trousers. Shego swallowed nervously as a rush of feelings that were in no way appropriate to the circumstance entered her mind and body.

She turned her gaze to the floor where a blue scientist's lab coat lay, but it appeared to be made of blue leather or a similar material. Smoke still rose from the heap, and she let her eyes travel from the black gloves on the deck to the matching boots he wore, and there was a smug twinkle in his eyes when hers finished traveling back up his attractive frame and met his. She noted again the scar under his left eye.

She scowled at his confidence, and the grin that had been forming on his face faded. He gave her another once-over before stepping back to the robot's controls.

"If you don't make trouble, you can stay," were his only words, tossed carelessly over his shoulder as he sat down.

Shego slowly straightened and pushed her hair over her shoulders, frowning at the mess of tangles. But she didn't have time to worry about herself.

"Turn this thing around!" she demanded.

The villain glanced over his shoulder, raised his brow, and began to chuckle. As the laughter turned more maniacal Shego growled and ignited her hands. The excitement of facing someone more competent was starting to wear off, among other things.

"Oh, I think not Miss Superhero," he said as he finished. "You see, I need those funds for my plans. Just be glad I let you back in..."

He had turned again, and Shego was about to interrupt with another demand he turn around or else, when he suddenly stood, brandishing the ray gun. Shego gasped and took a step back, actually caught off guard before she increased the glow of her hands.

The villain hesitated, seeming surprised a moment before he rolled his eyes.

"Please," he said, and then aimed the ray gun at the safe. He fired, but to his surprise, the door was undamaged.

Shego smirked, finally relaxing her stance and crossing her arms.

"It's been reinforced," she said plainly, glad to finally have a one-up on the villain, though she wasn't sure why.

"Nghn... Gah...you open it then," he said, turning the ray gun on her.

Shego wasn't sure why, but something about the man's snarl didn't seem terribly threatening anymore. And while the weapon pointing at her still made her nervous, she wasn't about to show it.

"Psh, yeah right. Turn this thing around and I won't have them throw every charge in the book at you."

The villain narrowed his eyes and grumbled something incoherent in seeming annoyance before his expression suddenly cleared. He gave her one last annoyed glance before turning to sit down again. Shego stared in confusion, wondering if he had in fact decided to listen to her.

After several seconds of silence she carefully stepped around to the far side of the compartment, opposite the safe. She glanced at the laser guns her glow had destroyed earlier before cautiously stepping forward more to watch the villain as he pushed several buttons in succession on the console.

Shego felt suddenly uncomfortable with his silence, though he still looked mildly annoyed if his twisted brow was any indication. But he had clearly changed tactics if the ray gun lying nearly twelve inches from him on another part of the console was any indication.

"I'm serious," she continued a bit uncertainly. "If you cooperate, they won't go as hard on you. I could even put in a good word since you didn't..."

She trailed off as the man turned and his expression of annoyance morphed into an enigmatic smile. Her discomfort grew under his stare as he looked her over for the second time, more searchingly than before.

"Why are you green?" he suddenly queried.

Shego took a step back in surprise, feeling a familiar defensive anger and...something else she couldn't explain. Whatever it was though stirred dangerously at the sensations she had been struggling to quell as of late.

"Why are you blue?" she countered, rather than telling him off. It was none of his business. Although...she found it curious that the villain seemed to have not heard of Team Go at all, even if he wasn't from Go City.

The man frowned. "Lab accident. What's the source of your power?"

Shego's expression mirrored his and she crossed her arms. "None of your business."

The villain looked thoughtful for a moment before he shrugged and turned back to the controls.

"No matter," he said casually.

Shego's own eyes narrowed as she felt the atypical unease swirl deeper within her.

"Why?" she asked.

He gave her a half-glance. "You'll still be useful to me, but I would have liked to have known more about your powers. I do like to fully utilize my assets," he finished, his grin devious.

The unease Shego felt rose to a clanging alarm in her ears, and she took a step back even as her hands ignited.

"I'm not your 'asset,'" she fairly spat at him.

The villain rolled his eyes.

"You must not have been trained very well," he fairly muttered.

Shego let her glow go out as she was again taken aback. "What do you mean?" she queried, crossing her arms again and retreating another step.

"If you weren't taught to use everything around you to your advantage, then whoever got you started weren't very good themselves, Miss Superhero."

The villain began staring down at a screen on the console and was seeming to ignore the flying of the giant robot. She supposed it had some sort of auto-pilot.

She rubbed her arms against the chill she realized was settling in the compartment due to the hole she had burned in it, and wondered just what this villain planned to do with her if not utilize her powers. He certainly couldn't take her in a fight, ray gun or no. Despite his assumptions, she was more than well-trained. She just didn't use lethal force because...she was a hero. Heroes didn't kill people. But if she had to, in defense of her life or the public, she would.

'Is he that dangerous?'

Shego eyed the villain again. His eyes had turned to the singed spot on his shirt front, and he began rubbing at it. This only made it worse, spreading bits of ash across the pale fabric, and with a scowl he stood up and began taking it off.

Shego stared wide-eyed as beneath the fine fabric the man was well-muscled, but not in the same way as her elder brother—he was simply well-toned. She could see some curls of chest hair peeking out from the top of his black tank top, and she was struck with the realization that this fellow she was staring at wasn't a young college boy like her usual dates. This was a man.

She felt a stronger rush of the sort of feelings that heroines and virgins simply should not have.

"My mother gave me this..." the man muttered in consternation as he tossed the shirt onto the still-smoldering blue lab coat. But when his scowling expression rose to meet hers, his eyes widened.

Shego looked away with a fierce blush, knowing she'd been caught, and the embarrassing feelings she was fighting only intensified. She wondered if the improper thoughts were written that plainly on her face, or if he would simply think she was studying him. She glanced back when she didn't hear any movement, finally lifting her eyes to his, unable to help herself from admiring his form on her way up again.

The uncertainty with which he was watching her was different than before, and this time he was the one to suddenly turn away, clearing his throat as he retook his seat.

"You may as well sit, it's a long flight."

Shego looked at the second chair in the compartment for the first time, realizing the flying robot had been made for a copilot. She approached it...and then stepped past it to lean back against the console next to him, her nerves still tingling for more reasons than one. He leaned away and gave a scoff of disgust before busying himself with something on the screen again.

"Where are we going?" Shego asked.

"My lair," the villain replied curtly.

Shego thought a moment. "What's your plot?"

He gave her a brief glance through narrowed eyes. "To take over the world."

Shego laughed aloud, and the man's scowl deepened as he glared at her. Her laughter stopped abruptly as she saw something flashing in his dark, focused eyes.

"Wait, you're serious?"

"Of course I am! Why else would I say it?"

Shego considered the other villains she had fought and their petty schemes, usually themed, and always overdone. This was the first time any villain had had such lofty goals. But considering the giant robot, she expected he was probably ultimately no different from the rest. Perhaps he simply had better resources.

"Why?" she asked simply, biting back the sarcastic comments that had wanted to fly out of her mouth. She shouldn't tempt fate when she didn't really have control of the situation. Although she noticed he'd made no move to pick up the ray gun when she'd sat on his console.

"So the world will know my genius!" he declared, his tone crisp and defiant.

Shego blinked at him, curious at the lack of a long-winded rant. Perhaps he really wasn't like other villains.

"That's it?"

"There is a chair," the villain said, gesturing with an open palm. It was surprisingly polite, given their fight mere minutes before.

Shego crossed her legs and arms and smirked lightly.

"So what are you going to do with me, then?" she asked, beginning to feel her usual cockiness return.

"Hold you for ransom, since you won't cooperate," the man said plainly, his focus back on his screen. "I'm sure you'll fetch a pretty penny. More than what's in that safe," he finished, gesturing roughly over his shoulder.

Shego's brow rose. Her first instinct was to laugh at the notion that anyone ever could take her captive, but instead she found herself imagining a barred dungeon, perhaps underground, like something out of a fairy tale. Then she realized she had never seen a villain's lair outside of Go City and wondered what this man's might be like, since he had the capability to build a giant robot. Or at least buy one.

"What are you going to do with me?" she asked, the words slipping out before she could stop them as the potential images swirled in her mind, along with more thoughts she shouldn't have about certain treatment of prisoners.

"I just answered—"

The villain stopped when his eyes reached hers, his brow rising. Color came to Shego's cheeks again and she glanced over to the other chair, thinking it might be safer to sit farther from the man after all with her thoughts betraying her every few moments.

She had just taken a breath and decided to move, when the man shifted in his seat, the chair swiveling towards her slightly as his hunched posture suddenly relaxed and he studied her with a new curiosity in his eyes. Her cheeks flushed again, and she recrossed her legs as his eyes left her face after a moment, his own cheeks coloring as he gave her another once-over.

"Who are you? Where do you come from? Why are you green?"

"Whoa, slow your roll Mr. Mad Scientist," she said. "Pick one."

Something about her words sent something new flashing through his eyes. They turned hard suddenly as he drew a breath, but then softened back to an even deeper curiosity. He leaned back in the chair and stroked his chin as he studied her.

"Why are you green?"

"An accident. What's with the scar?"

"...An accident," he replied, looking slightly uncomfortable. He looked about to speak again, but then paused to consider his words. Shego watched as intelligence and indecision raced behind his eyes, and her heart pounded as the images of a dungeon persisted in her mind, furthered now to her being held in ridiculous oversized chains.

There was an uneasy swirl in her stomach as she began to question herself and wonder where these...bizarre, to put it kindly, thoughts had come from. She tried to put them out of her mind and focus instead on what was important—namely, commandeering the robot and not incapacitating her captor so much as he couldn't tell her how to pilot it back to Go City.

She felt another wash of...something as she realized she had effectively labeled herself the man's prisoner, even though technically they were sitting at an awkward truce.

Weren't they?

She realized that they weren't, and that he did in fact consider her a captive and no threat to him at all. Her anger started boiling again against the unfairly attractive blue villain, and she stood and turned to unleash her fury on him in a verbal assault. But her words were halted by the smirk on his face as he stared...at her chest.

Her quick movement had startled him however, and the villain's face flushed and he looked appropriately guilty. Shego's anger wasn't quelled, but everything she had been feeling before came back in a stronger rush, and she was suddenly lost for words.

"I...think you should sit down, Miss Superhero," the villain said at last, his throat sounding a bit dry.

Shego looked at the chair again, and hesitated.

"Who usually flies copilot?" she asked, suddenly reluctant to take the way out of the growing awkwardness that he had offered.

The villain looked confused. "No one."

"Then why is it there?"

"Have you had a change of mind?" he asked suddenly, looking annoyed.

"What?"

"Unless all of this..." he gesticulated uselessly at her with both hands as his brow knit, "means you're going to start cooperating and tell me about your power, then I'd rather you stop."

Shego thought she knew what he meant, but that flutter in her chest wouldn't go away. And the curiosity to pry greater understanding out of the embarrassing sensations she kept feeling guilty over—but not enough to stop entertaining—was increasing rapidly beyond her point of control.

In a flash, options that horrified her sensibilities were racing through her head—options that went far deeper than her fanciful imaginings.

'No one would ever know...'

Her gaze focused back on the villain who was looking at her in frustration and perplexity. She swallowed nervously, her heart seeming to pound out of her chest as she chose her words and spoke slowly.

"S-So...what do you do with your hostages...Mr. Mad Scientist?"

"I've already told—"

He stopped suddenly, blinking in wild confusion. Shego had already begun to relax from her offensive stance and took the moment to sit against the console again, this time leaning back on her hands and leaving her legs uncrossed. She tilted her chin up towards him slightly, unable to conjure anything resembling a flirty look like she had imagined many a time in her dreams of various circumstances like what she was trying to encourage.

The villain's own posture relaxed and he slowly pushed himself up out of his seat. Shego's heart raced further as he towered over her, and she felt a pain stirring in her loins she'd never experienced as with a fierce blush she didn't hide her roaming gaze that appreciated the muscles of his chest, arms, and shoulders, finally settling on his attractive, roguish face again.

He still looked a bit confused, but the confidence was returning to his eyes, and something else she was unfamiliar with. He cleared his throat, his voice sounding lower as he finally spoke.

"What would you like me to do with you?"

Shego felt her throat go dry as more sensations took hold of her at his dark yet silken voice. There was no question now that he understood exactly what refused to leave her mind. As she failed to answer he took a step nearer, practically eliminating any chance she had to flee should she change her mind.

"That's a lovely perfume you're wearing," he commented, studying her now wholly with that different look she couldn't identify.

"Thank you," she said, fearing her voice came out in a squeak. She suddenly realized she had no idea what to do at this point. Every fantasy in her head before this point had occurred on a generic sofa, with her wearing her best dress after a romantic date. Not looking windblown and wearing her sweat-stained Team Go uniform.

"To answer your question..." he said, his voice slightly hesitant. Her eyes locked on his as her breath caught. "I treat my prisoners...very well."

Shego felt alien sensations race through her at the same time she felt her heart was going to escape her chest. Part of her wanted to stop, to run, or say something to halt the course she had put herself on with this...villain. But too many other parts of her were screaming in stark contrast to the reason she was still clinging to.

The villain lifted a hand and reached halfway toward her, hesitant himself, his brow raised in question. Shego released a shaky breath, forcing a small measure of relaxation into her tense limbs, and gave the blue-skinned man a smile that she hoped didn't show off her nerves.

She didn't move as his hand found her arm. She was aware of her chest heaving as his hand slid to her shoulder and he moved nearer. Suddenly, his hand was gripping her flesh tightly and her breath caught as his other hand held the ray gun up to her chest. She had been taken utterly by surprise and was completely at a loss, ashamed for thinking this was something she could get away with. Why would a villain bent on world conquest stop to indulge her fantasies? It was something out of fiction that didn't happen in real life.

"You...you are serious." The villain's incredulous voice brought her out of her thoughts, and she saw he had lowered the ray gun.

Shego blinked in surprise as he released her arm and began pacing a small circle in front of her, scratching his scalp with the ray gun. She realized either something in her face or manner had convinced him that the incredibly weak seduction wasn't in fact a trick, as he had clearly believed. She wasn't sure what to say in that moment, her nerves now racing out of control and with too many sensations to process.

"Why would you...? You're a superhero! And...me?" he spluttered.

Shego was attempting to make sense of and process his ramblings as he continued on, wringing his hands after he dropped the ray gun carelessly on his chair. She felt too many things suddenly: humiliation over the entire situation, both for being bested and for being caught in her youthful lust and rejected, not to mention a sudden wondering of what would happen afterward if she went through with it. The villain was right—she was a superhero and was supposed to be bringing him to justice. Not trying to bring sexual fantasies to life.

And yet, as she watched the man continue to pace and ramble—was he even using real words anymore?—kicking his burned shirt and lab coat in the process, something within her made a decision.

She advanced on the man, startling him when her gloved hands grabbed the straps of his black tank top. And then her lips halted his words when they pressed against his.

For a moment there was nothing but a stillness, and the sound of wind rushing outside the hole in the compartment. But then the man's lips moved against hers. Shego realized in a panic that she didn't know how to kiss, and he must have too as he pulled away with confusion. As a word of question started to leave his lips, she silenced him by pulling him back to her, one arm going up around his shoulders.

He sucked in a breath, but kissed her back instantly, and with her heart pounding she tried to mimic his movements in response. She suddenly became aware of his hands on her waist, his fingers gripping her flesh tightly, and her heart beat ever harder. She was overwhelmed, panic amid her wild senses as she tried to process everything happening. But before she could find anything to respond to he pulled away slightly.

"For seeming to want this so much, you're not very into it," the villain said with a hint of annoyance.

This served to focus Shego's fire, and she pulled away with a growl and began yanking off her gloves. The man's brow rose in surprise, and then Shego found herself suddenly faced with another choice. She hoped the uncertainty didn't show on her face when her eyes flicked to his, and then she set her bare hands on his chest. His skin was warm through the tank top, and she let her fingers explore his flesh for just a moment before trailing them down his softer midsection and beginning to pull the shirt from his waistband.

"Hmmm," the man hummed, and Shego looked up to see him smiling. Shego paused in what she was doing and looked up at him with what she hoped was a confident smirk. "Going to finish the job?"

Shego realized she had paused, and with her heart pounding she began pulling the man's tank top up over his head and off. She didn't look to see where it fell when she dropped it, her eyes instead wide on the now half-nude man only inches from her. She hesitated for just a moment before remembering his annoyance, and then set her hands on his shoulders. And after another moment she let one hand begin traveling down his blue chest while the other explored the toned muscles of his arm.

"I noticed you don't wear a bra under that suit of yours. Make a habit of sleeping with the villains you take in?"

If it was possible, Shego's face flushed more. She wasn't about to explain that she used to wear one, but lately as her hormones had become out of control she was experimenting with the lack of one, enjoying the thrill of feeling more exposed, not to mention the way the zings of sensation she was occasionally gifted with by the suit's fabric rubbing against her nipples.

"Notice anything else?" she quipped, ignoring the latter part of his comment and finding her throat dry. She glanced at his face again, but her attention was on the bold and dangerous action of her hands. She had enjoyed the feel of his bicep and now had both hands on his torso, one sliding below his chest muscles and noting the darker blue of his nipples, while her other hand found the trail of darker hairs that began just above his navel and disappeared beneath his belt.

"Your hands are colder than I expected, with your fire powers," the villain said plainly.

Shego realized it was nerves causing the cool of her touch, and she hoped her hands weren't clammy as she felt him up.

"Sorry," she said before she could think about it. She realized that there should probably be some further advancement on one of their parts besides her fascinated exploration of his body, but before she could decide what to do he had brought his hands to hold one of hers.

"Come on," he said, his voice suddenly soft and tender. Shego let him lead her to a hatch in the floor she'd failed to notice previously, and when he pressed a button to open it she saw it led to a second compartment inside the giant robot.

He let go of her hand to climb down the ladder, and after he'd stepped aside she merely hopped down. They stood in a tiny hall with many doors, and he opened one and stepped through, Shego following close behind.

Her brow rose when revealed within were very small living quarters. A small bed against a wall, a kitchenette, and another door that surely led to a bathroom. Her heart thudded up to her throat.

"It's not much, but it's better than doing it against the console," he said bluntly as he took her hand again and led her toward the bed.

Shego wasn't sure she could feel her legs as they propelled her forward, her eyes fixed unblinking on the tiny bed with its plain white pillowcase and red blanket. This was really going to happen. She had forced this to happen.

She wanted it to happen.

When they reached the bedside she stopped him with a tug on his hand. He turned to her, and she grabbed his other hand and then set them both on her waist.

"The zipper's in the back, but...you have to undo the belt first," she said, hoping the tremor in her voice wasn't noticeable.

Shego couldn't read the man's face as he began to comply wordlessly, leaning over her shoulder to watch what he was doing. She hesitantly returned her hands to his skin, and her heart raced differently as she let herself begin to enjoy what she was doing. But her admiration of the man was halted when his lips found hers again.

She was able to focus more this time, cautiously testing what she could do with her lips as she moved them against his, memorizing his actions and then trying to make them her own. She realized she had lost herself in the warm caresses when she felt her suit's zipper being slid down her back, releasing pressure from the garment. She hadn't felt her belt being removed, nor had she felt her own arms go around the man's back. She held him tighter, nerves sweeping her again as she realized her own body was about to be exposed. But any concern was arrested as his tongue suddenly joined in the action of their mouths. She met the clearly more experienced man's touch as she had that of his lips, letting the sensations carry her away and learning as she experimented with responses.

He seemed to enjoy everything she did, if the low hum from his chest was any indication. She became aware that her hands had been roaming, feeling over his exposed upper-half and she finally gripped his shoulders and began kneading the flesh there as she was already feeling pleasure beyond her imagination.

She let out an embarrassing whimper of protest as suddenly, the man pulled his lips and tongue away from hers. She kept her eyes closed, in fear she would open them and find it all another fantasy. The dungeon and chains came back to mind.

"Going to need to let go..."

She almost mumbled an immature 'no' in response, but realized he needed her arms free so he could remove her suit. Her chest thudded as she realized she was about to be naked in front of a man for the first time, and she swallowed nervously as she let go and took a small step out of the embrace.

His fingers were gentle as they pulled the top of the jumpsuit down from her shoulders, and further. His breath caught, and Shego felt a rush along with a chill as the cool air sent goosebumps across her skin and firmed her jade-hued nipples into peaks. She glanced down at herself, and then up at the man's eyes that were fixed on her breasts in fascination. He had halted his movements in unclothing her, and Shego shakily took up the task. The man startled, seeming embarrassed himself for a moment as his eyes briefly met hers before fixing back on her breasts as if he had never seen any before.

'Maybe he...? No.' Shego, dismissed the thought. Anyone who kissed like him must have experience.

Her arms freed, Shego paused before tugging the jumpsuit down her hips. She should sit to remove her boots first.

"I think..." she began, but the man blinked out of his stupor again and sat down on the edge of the bed himself, yanking off his boots in a hurry. He seemed almost desperate, and for the first time Shego noted the prominent protrusion from inside his blue trousers. Heart pounding, she sat down herself and took her boots off with trembling hands. An uneasy feeling had begun to fill her chest, but there was no turning back...was there?

She turned at the sound of a frustrated grunt, and watched the man continually failing to undo his belt buckle. She swallowed nervously and set her trembling hands over his, and they stilled. His eyes met hers in...awe? She didn't understand that look. But her course set, she tried more slowly to undo his belt and hoped he didn't notice it was giving her just as much trouble.

But his eyes had descended again, and his hands had moved to hover in the air just above her green breasts that heaved with each breath. Shego didn't understand his sudden seeming hesitation, but she didn't get a chance to question it. Because in the next moment, blue fingertips were moving delicately over her skin. His palms moved to cup her breasts from beneath, and she shivered even as the warmth of his hands diminished her chill. His touch was almost reverent as he slowly explored the flesh, and amid his tender touches she finally managed to undo his belt buckle.

"Okay," she said, and he blinked in confusion several times before understanding.

He leaned back and quickly shuffled out of his pants, leaving him in plain white boxers. Shego could see the dark silhouette of what was straining to break free from them, and she felt a pooling of liquid and a new rush of pain in her loins as instinct demanded a hastening of their actions. She stood and shimmied out of the rest of her suit, peeling it down her legs slowly and lifting them out by necessity. When she glanced up, she was startled to see the man tightly gripping his private part with one hand through the boxers. She felt a strange mix of sensations then—an odd disgust, but also...flattery.

Finally clad in only her black briefs, she took a small step back to let him survey her. And it was clear he was doing just that, from his wide eyes that traveled over her form with a hunger she'd never seen in a person before.

"I need to..." he said, his voice strained. He grimaced and looked away, his hand releasing what was still hidden in his boxers. He looked back to her. "Come here."

Shego stepped forward and sat down on the bed again, uncertain what exactly was next. She knew what was supposed to happen of course. But it seemed so awkward to just...take their underwear off and do it. Was that how it was supposed to happen?

The villain again demonstrated his superior knowledge as he shifted nearer to her, one hand finding her breast again as his other moved beneath her hair to cup the back of her head. Shego was soon lost in the glorious caress of his lips again, and she felt herself being laid down on the bed gently from his mere presence. In a moment he was lying beside her and half above her, one hand massaging her breast while the fingers of his other wove gently into her hair. Shego kissed him back with passion, no longer caring about her technique. Her hands roamed his body freely, exploring and caressing every facet of him. A need deep within her had been ignited, and it wanted him more than anything in that moment.

His fingers twirled around her nipple, gently flicking over the peak of it until it ached with the same pain as her crotch, and when she felt it was unbearable his hand moved to her other breast. It was pleasure, beyond anything she had imagined, and she wanted to do the same for him. But before she could summon the courage to ask how his lips left hers and began suckling at her neck.

"Onhh..." A soft moan left her lips, followed by more as his lips didn't stay on her neck, but trailed slowly toward her chest. Her heart raced with this new possibility she hadn't conceived of, and soon she was lost in ecstasy, her back arching as his lips and hands teased flesh she hadn't realized was so sensitive. She knew her panties would need washing and wanted to be free of them, but her hands couldn't seem to do anything but alternately grip different parts of his back as he sent electricity to her every nerve ending with each caress, nibble, and kiss.

"C-Can I...?" she finally said breathlessly, knowing surely there was something she could do for him, though she wasn't sure what.

His lips slowly left the flesh of her breast with a gentle pop where he had been suckling, and he looked up at her in a mixture of surprise, amusement, and excitement.

"I wasn't done...but I won't say no."

He shifted off of her then, lying in the narrow space between her and the wall, and Shego's heart leapt to her throat as he deftly pulled off his boxers. She stared wide-eyed at the dark blue of the first adult penis she'd seen, bobbing slightly before it settled, pointing straight up.

With a rush of nerves, Shego hastened to slip off her own black briefs, before realizing exactly what he had said. He was lying back on the bed, hands folded beneath his head, grinning at her and waiting for...something. The puzzle pieces came together in her head in an instant, considering her desire to do something to please him, the actions of his hands and lips upon her breasts, and her breathless, desperate request.

Shego had heard plenty of jokes and innuendos from her high school years onward, but she had never actually imagined her lips upon a man's...

She swallowed nervously and shifted closer to him, folding her legs under her. When she looked at his face, she noted him observing her crotch. She felt a rush of embarrassment and the instinct to hide herself. But instead, after taking a few deep breaths through her nose to calm herself, she shifted to move her knees apart, giving him an even more exposed view. She wondered if he would find her un-shaved appearance detestable, but...he wasn't shaved either.

'Do men even...?'

She broke free from that train of thought and gave another glance to his wide eyes that were still locked on her womanhood, his expression unreadable. She looked back to his manhood and wondered what exactly she was supposed to do to pleasure him, and hoping she would get it right. The very idea of touching him at all, let alone with her lips, sent a new bolt of electricity across her nerves.

She started slowly as he had, placing her flat palm upon his chest. His eyes leapt to hers, and she grinned as she slowly began drawing her fingers down, pausing briefly to rub at one nipple which elicited a small hiss from his lips. Apparently that pleasure went both ways, and her grin broadened. So far, so good.

She felt down to his navel and began gently tangling her fingers in the dark, curled hairs. When her fingertips reached the heat of his erection, she drew them up the dark blue length ever so slowly, each one gently grazing the small moist spot at the very tip.

The man released a shuddering breath, watching in fascination as she then tentatively wrapped her entire hand around him—not the easiest task—and gently stroked all the way down until her hand met the dark hairs again and the softness of his scrotum. She noted the way the man had tensed when she moved, and took it as a good sign. She repeated the action, sliding her hand up and down, increasing the pressure each time.

"Onh! Ungh..." the man gasped and groaned, and she watched his fingers dig the bedspread and clutch it tightly.

Shego felt a shudder run through him as she released the shaft she was sure she felt throbbing within her grasp. The man looked to her in dismay, but then his eyes widened again as she shifted closer, throwing her tangled hair over one shoulder where it fell across his legs as she positioned her face over him. She licked her kiss-swollen lips and leaned down. He smelt of salt, and something musky that appealed to her as she uncertainly brought her lips closer, watching as the dark blue member twitched of its own accord.

She finally dared to place her lips upon the tip. She grasped the base again, holding it gently between thumb and index finger as she parted her lips and slid them down, and took in the salty taste. She didn't go down too far, the girth a bit much for her and not knowing how far she was supposed to go anyway. But she suckled him as she slid back up, adding pressure from the tip of her tongue and letting her teeth graze the soft flesh as his had grazed her nipple.

When her lips left him, she took a breath to repeat the action. But a sudden incoherent sound from the man and his hand on her upper arm stopped her.

"I..." he drew out the word, "think that's enough of that," he finished quickly, pulling her up and sitting upright himself, shifting closer to her. Shego held her breath in alarm, horrified that she might have hurt him or done poorly. But something in his frantic expression said it was something else.

They regarded each other then, and she finally registered just how uncertain he was. But before she could think of anything to say, he had wrapped his arms around her and his mouth was on hers, kissing her tenderly. His touch was no longer to arouse or entice, but simply gentle, holding her almost delicately as he seemed to pour something of himself into her through the caress of his lips. She responded in kind, feeling herself relax in his arms as she kissed him back. His hands felt slowly over her back and she matched the movement, simply enjoying the man in her arms.

They weren't close enough for her liking, and after a minute Shego rose on her knees and moved to straddle his folded ones. Her cheeks colored as she knew the dripping of her own arousal was now touching his thighs, but he only broke the kiss for a moment to pull her closer to him, his hands reaching down and grasping her rear and tugging her upward. His penis lay heavily against her stomach as he pulled her chest tight to his and resumed kissing her, almost as if his life depended on it. Her heart pounded with something she'd never felt before, from some secret place deep inside of her as she met him in the new, unknown feelings, kissing him back with fervor.

She wasn't sure how long it lasted, the more gentle touches eventually leading back to enticing ones amid their desperate kissing. His hand slipped between them to grasp her breast possessively, and hers reached down to claim his arousal with firm strokes. Finally, his lips broke from hers and began kissing her shoulder as he began shifting on the bed. Shego realized in a moment he was beginning to lie her down on her back. Her heart raced again, as if the present pleasure wasn't enough. More was about to come and she would finally know what it was she seemed to be burning for beyond her ability to control.

"Miss Superhero..." the man breathed as his lips grazed her collarbone.

She was laid gently upon her back, her head on the pillow. She realized that somehow he had shoved the blanket aside against the wall, and her back was on a clean, white sheet. Her arms flew to his shoulders as he moved away from her, but it was only to worship her breasts with further nips and suckling kisses. She writhed beneath him as the burning in her loins rose to an unbearable degree.

"May I...know your name?" he asked, looking up at her suddenly.

Shego startled slightly, realizing they hadn't exchanged names. She was seconds away from having sex for the first time in her life, and all she knew about the man was that he was a blue-skinned villain with a scar and a giant robot, wanted to take over the world, and whose mother gave him nice shirts.

She opened her mouth to speak, and then wondered...which name to give him. Before she could decide, he was speaking again.

"I like 'Mr. Mad Scientist,' but my moniker is Dr. Drakken. Or you could call me...Drew."

Shego looked at the villain's suddenly shy smile as he hovered over her. She took a breath.

"No one really calls me Sheena anymore... Everyone just calls me...Shego."

"Sheena is a pretty name," the villain...Dr. Drakken...Drew...replied. "And...Shego... Meaning Go City?"

Shego blushed in embarrassment. "Yes."

"Clever," he said with a smirk.

"I also like 'Miss Superhero,'" she added quickly, not sure what she wanted him to call her.

The villain's—Drew's—smirk only grew, and he shifted, parting her knees and moving his own to rest on the bed between hers. Shego felt her heart race and looked down to watch as the man's large arousal moved toward her. She shifted slightly on the mattress, spreading her legs wider and holding her breath in anticipation.

He reached down, and Shego watched in confusion as he lifted his penis away from where it was supposed to go. But then he began rubbing it against a very sensitive spot above her folds. She heard a gasp and a moan escape her lips as his action sent new fire throughout her body, even to her toes. Then suddenly the pressure was gone, and she looked up at him in awe.

Before she could speak though, she felt a new pressure, exactly where she'd been craving it. She drew in a breath through a gasp, a sudden yearning to be filled taking over almost everything else. She watched the blue length slowly disappear as she felt the pressure penetrate her, firm and direct. It was too much and not enough all at once, and she wished he would push inside faster at the same time she wanted to slowly savor every second.

The man—'Drew,' she impressed upon her brain—groaned in what she hoped was pleasure, his forearms trembling where they were braced on either side of her chest.

"You're...so tight— Wait...wait, how old are you!?" he asked suddenly, his eyes widening in panic.

Shego frowned. "Old enough!" she fairly snarled, angry that he had stopped seemingly barely inside.

"D-Don't lie to me!" he said, all traces of villainy and pleasure suddenly gone from his eyes.

"I'm not," she insisted firmly, regaining her calm. It was nice to know the man had some moral lines he wasn't willing to cross. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders. "Now...make love to me, Dr. Drakken."

She watched as he searched her face for any traces of falsehood, but she couldn't wait any longer. She held his shoulders tightly as she rocked her hips upward, taking in more of him.

He groaned again and gave up on his trembling forearms, lowering himself to his elbows. She missed the view of cobalt blue vanishing into the shadows of honeydew green, but was grateful for the increase of the very needed pressure.

"Dr. D— Oh," she gasped as suddenly he was all the way inside. She wrapped her arms more tightly around him, pulling him down to her chest. He obliged, holding her shoulders as he set his face beside hers. He groaned with need as he lifted his hips, and she whimpered at the retraction of what was a perfect fit. And then he pushed inside again.

Shego realized she'd only experienced the tip of the iceberg with that first thrust. It was the most amazing feeling she had ever experienced. She tilted her head and kissed his ear impulsively.

"More," she breathed.

"Don't rush me, woman," he countered. Shego was taken aback, but before she could protest he took a breath and continued. "You want this to last, don't you?"

"Mmhm," she acknowledged through a nod as he turned his head to face her. There was almost a desperation in his eyes as he regarded her. She had no idea what her face looked like in that moment, and only hoped nothing too humiliating was written there. She couldn't have faked any expression if she wanted to.

"Me too," he said. And he kissed her sloppily before lifting his hips and slowly pushing into her again. And again.

Shego allowed what were probably horrible sounds to escape her throat with the slow rise and fall of his hips. Each time he sank into her deeply, penetrating her to her utter limit. There was perhaps a hint of pain when she felt his tip reach her cervix, but it was always eclipsed by the pleasure as she found herself lost in the sensations she craved more of with each passing second.

It was bliss. The encompassing of him, and the departure with promise of return. She wasn't sure how much time had passed, but he was moving in a slow but steady rhythm, pulling out slowly and pushing in with force, his hips pressing against hers firmly each time. She was aware of the heat and sweat building between them, as well as the strange wet sounds of their union as a very concrete evidence that it wasn't all in her head.

She was surprised then as Drew pushed himself back up on his elbows, quivering slightly. His expression was taut, but it relaxed as he looked down at her. He laughed through a grin, and then moved his knees further apart. Shego felt her hip joints starting to ache, and after a moment and with a blush she brought her feet up and crossed them behind his back. Drew chuckled as he resumed his thrusting, her heels now bouncing atop his buttocks with each one.

"Onhh..." Shego groaned as every moment seemed to bring a greater fulfillment and wholeness she'd not known she lacked. It was something more than the sex, but...she didn't know what it was. She looped her arms around his neck and stared up at him. "You're so good at this."

Drew looked up from where he'd been admiring her bouncing breasts, blinking in surprise.

"Thank you," he said after a moment, not seeming sure if that was the correct response. And then even more uncertainly, "So are you."

Shego wondered if the blush would ever leave her cheeks, but she was elated to know it wasn't obvious that she lacked experience, even though she didn't think she was helping in the slightest through the endeavor.

"Thank you...Dr. Drakken," she settled on, almost calling him her own nickname for him again. "Now, kiss me again."

Drew chuckled and his brow rose. "Who is whose captive, hmm?" he quipped, before leaning down to place a warm, lingering kiss on her mouth. She nibbled at his lower lip when he made to pull away, and was rewarded with another kiss.

She had hoped sex would be wonderful, but she hadn't expected it to feel so transcendent. She felt complete in a way she hadn't known she was missing. Each heavy thrust of his hips caused the small bed to creak as he drove her into the mattress, and she wanted it to last forever.

"Mmmmh," she sighed deliriously, letting one of her hands fall from his shoulders. It landed in the tangle of her hair next to the pillow, and she closed her eyes as she relished every moment of the man's body joined with hers. "Oh, Dr. Drakken..." she murmured.

"I also liked 'Dr. D.,'" he said then, and Shego blinked at him. When had she called him that?

"Well you sure...know how to use it," she said breathlessly, opening her eyes as she smirked and hoped he'd catch her joke.

He must have for the widening of his eyes. He seemed to think for a moment, and then he sighed.

"I can't think of anything to go with 'Shego,'" he said.

Shego realized he'd been trying to think of an innuendo that fit her name. She attempted it for a moment, but more-so she was curious if couples usually had casual or amusing conversations during sex. She certainly hadn't expected it.

"That's fine. I have enough problems with that sort of thing just being me."

"What do you mean?" Drew asked, his brow furrowing.

Shego glanced away with a small grimace. "A lot of people want to go to bed with a super-heroine," she said with disgust. "You're one of the only ones who hasn't leered, actually."

Drew looked away guiltily. "You just didn't catch me, then..."

Shego considered the looks she'd seen him give her in the compartment above. "I was encouraging it, remember?"

His expression cleared and he smirked at her. "I'm...still surprised," he admitted, becoming breathless from trying to talk through the physical exertion. "I thought it was just a tactic to capture me."

Shego wondered idly if flirting with villains was something she should use to her advantage in the future, but it wasn't anything she could focus on at the moment. She was still lost in the perfect feel of him smoothly sliding in and out of her at a steady, unhurried pace.

She wasn't entirely sure what was happening with their anatomy anymore, as she was too lost in the sensations. Their joining in intimacy seemed to be a perfect fit, he snug inside of her with each complete thrust. She wanted to voice to him what she was feeling—that his warmth filling her seemed to be everything she'd always needed, even though she'd not realized she'd lacked; that he'd always been meant to be within her, and that every single joining sent tingles of electric pleasure through her entire body—but she was far too embarrassed to say any of it, and felt it would give her away.

"No," she answered his question plainly, unable to say more. She lifted one hand to loosen his ponytail, curious what his hair looked like free. He seemed surprised at her action for a moment, but made no comment. His gaze had returned to her breasts, and Shego was thrilled that they pleased him. She studied his face then while he wasn't watching hers, noting again the prominent scar under his left eye. She wondered if he'd attained it in a villainous pursuit. And she wondered what, besides an otherworldly comet, could induce blue skin in a person.

His hair loosened only made him more attractive, and she watched the sway of it over his shoulders in time with his deep thrusts. Her gaze traveled to his shoulders then, where she could see his muscles quivering from holding him up over her. He was so strong, yet still gentle with her. She had definitely made the right decision in following her urges.

She was missing the heavier weight of his body atop hers however, as well as his hands and lips on her breasts. When she looked at his face again he seemed to be in deep concentration, and she wondered if he was tiring. She hoped not; she never wanted the sex to end.

She debated suggesting they flip over to put her on top, like she'd seen in movies, to give him a rest. But then she feared her lack of experience would be revealed entirely. As he never faltered in moving in and out of her, she tried to imagine possible techniques. Should she lay atop him and raise and lower her hips as he did? Should she sit back on her knees and bounce up and down?

"I..." Drew began breathlessly, looking worried, and Shego made the decision.

"Turn over."

"Hn?"

"You've been working hard," she said with a smirk. "I should do a little."

His eyes cleared with the understanding, and Shego feared the loss of fullness when they turned. But instead he gripped her body tightly to his as they rolled in the small space, keeping them joined in intimacy. And in the next moment she found herself lying on his chest, his hands on her back and gently pulling her hair aside. His dark locks were splayed around his head on the pillow, and she had a sudden desire to run her fingers through them. Instead she propped herself up with her elbows on his chest, the sudden unease about how to proceed stopping her.

Drew was looking down at her chest again, and curiously she followed his gaze. Propped up the way she was, her breasts were still pressed to his chest but partially hanging, demonstrating a very attractive cleavage.

"You're so hot," he said, his eyes remaining on her chest.

Shego felt the flush come to her cheeks anew, and also a slight panic as she suddenly realized that she couldn't use the same technique he had. At least she wasn't confident in it. Reluctantly, she pushed off of his chest and folded her knees beside his hips as she sat back upon him. This pushed him even deeper within her, changing the angle and causing everything to tighten.

The look on Drakken's face was fascination—he was still staring at her chest—and what she hoped was pleasure as he seemed to be straining. She wanted to ask if he felt the same fullness and completion, but felt that would also give her away. And probably seem...too intimate, if there were such a thing with what they were doing.

Uncertainty still ruled her head, but her body was demanding the now-absent thrusting action. So she carefully rose up on her knees, feeling the tightness through the reluctant retraction of his hard length, and an emptiness that followed. She didn't dare go too far, fearing the complete loss of him, and slowly lowered herself down again.

"Ungh. Shego," was Drew's response, his hands flying to her hips. She knew in that moment she'd done well, and repeated the laboriously slow action, taking great care to not part them.

She was now making love to him, she realized, as she carefully found a rhythm, and a peace filled her as she caught sight of his face. He was still watching the sway and bounce of her soft breasts, but there was also a pleasure and calm in his expression that told her simply...all was well, and right.

She braced herself on his chest with her palms as she felt the absence of the speed when he'd been in charge and carefully attempted to move her hips faster. One of Drew's hands moved to her breast, cupping it and letting it bounce against his fingers for several moments before he began to massage the flesh again, his thumb turning over her nipple repeatedly.

Shego allowed the gasps and moans to leave her lips again as she felt an instinctual drive wanting to take over her hips. But they simply weren't sure what to do. Instead she halted with him fully inside her, pressing their pubic bones together as her nerve endings fired and she tried to process what action she should be taking. Her body still craved the movement of him within, and she started rolling her hips in slow circles to get more of the euphoric friction.

A loud groan from Drew told her she'd done something right again, and she herself was getting lost in this new sensation as she slowly swiveled her hips atop him, forgetting entirely that she was trying to contemplate how to move quickly. She listened to his groanings increase as she lost herself in the pleasure, aware that one of his hands had begun firmly kneading her rear while the other was still fondling her breasts.

Suddenly, everything stopped and she felt a loss. She gave a cry of dismay as she realized she'd been grabbed and flipped, him pulling out of her in the rapid process. But before she could complain or before the fear she'd made a mistake was fully present, his hands were suddenly spreading her thighs and his face was in between them.

"What...? Oh, oh...Doc...Doctor Drakken," she gasped, her head falling back on the pillow as his lips and tongue suddenly began doing...something, to her, right where he'd rubbed the head of his penis before. As new tingling darts of fire raced over her nerves, she wondered if this was why he had stopped her from pleasing him in the same way—if it was simply too intense. The desire to try it on him again overwhelmed her suddenly, and she was going to ask if she could, but then his touch was gone.

"Hey!" she complained that time, but before she could get anything further out, his masculine presence was looming over her, his blue chest filling her vision. She considered lunging forward to simply do as she pleased with him, but then he was lowering himself again. A wash of relief and excitement caused her entire being to tremble as she watched him guide his even more swollen, dark blue length toward her entrance again.

She was aware that a giggle had slipped past her lips, and it earned a slight relaxing of the tension in his face along with a smile, and she let loose an incoherent cry of pleasure as he slowly pushed within her again.

In a moment they were back where they had started, with his weight covering her, heat and sweat between them as his hips pushed her down into the small mattress. She clung to him in need as his hands gently held her shoulders, his breath hot on her cheek where his face lie beside hers on the pillow.

"Oh Drew, Drew!" she gasped in pure pleasure.

"Sheena..." he whispered her name before kissing her ear.

He must have known what she wanted as he was increasing the speed, each thrust seeming to come faster than the last and seeming to fill her further. All she knew was heat, and the ecstasy of his powerful, unfaltering rhythm as he claimed her, body and soul.

She let herself be lost in the sounds of their gasps for breath, the murmurings of names, and the rapid slapping of flesh on flesh. Suddenly his hands left her shoulders, reaching down and hooking behind her knees to draw her legs up. This changed something suddenly, her eyes widening as a new fire joined the pleasure she already never wanted to end. She felt something begin to build within her.

"Drew...oh, Drew!" she cried loudly, everything else leaving her lips after being incoherent.

"Shego...I..."

Her eyes flew to his face, which was tense and uncertain. Fear that he would stop arrested her mind, and she reached down and firmly gripped his rear with both hands, encouraging the rapid pace to continue. She kissed him, roughly and uncoordinated for how vigorously the bed was shaking, and she felt with confidence she had encouraged him past whatever conflict he was about to voice as he kissed her back ardently.

He was pulling almost fully out of her each time, the tip of his hard length now hitting something inside of her with every fulfilling thrust that heightened her feeling of completion. She felt weightless, and like she was on fire in the best way possible. The building warmth that had been concentrated to the unique spot he was hitting suddenly exploded outward, sending light and the purest of pleasure to every part of her body. It felt like the greatest release of tension at the same time everything within her seemed to coil up tightly, especially where they were joined.

She knew she was screaming. She knew her body was convulsing beneath his. She knew he was still filling her with thrust after heavy thrust, suddenly more rapidly than she knew possible.

It was perfection.

And then within the heat of their union, she felt something new. Drew was groaning atop her as with sudden recklessness he pressed his hips into hers, attempting to drive himself in deeper. His voice seemed almost pained as he loudly let himself lose control, but somehow she knew it was only the same pleasure she was feeling. Her fingers dug into his flesh tightly as their final rapture continued together for time undetermined.

But finally...the thrusting stopped. Shego missed it already. Drew stilled on top of her, his weight becoming heavy as he began to relax from the long exertion. Her arms were limp and felt like they weren't hers as her fingers trailed over his damp skin a short ways until she let the weak limbs fall across the small of his back. He finally released her legs where his forearms had hooked her knees, and she achingly brought her feet up to cross behind him again, this time just below his rear. One of his hands slid between them with effort to find her breast, which he tightly gripped. His other wove into her tangled hair as he continued to gasp for air, his breath hot on her cheek.

Shego simply let her eyes close and rested in the moment, overwhelmed beyond description. She felt the slight softening of his penis within her and was sad again.

A sudden clarity struck her then, causing her eyes to shoot open.

Her lust was finally sated. Everything within her that had been clawing to get out had been awakened, and while she was resting in the greatest satisfaction she had ever known, she already wanted more.

But...she had slept with a stranger. And a villain.

She glanced over at Drew's face, but his eyes were closed. His breaths were starting to slow, and Shego became aware of his fingertips lazily massaging her scalp. And then his lips searched blindly until finding her jaw, and he began kissing her again.

Shego's panic-stricken heart began to relax. He was a stranger, and yet...she felt that she somehow knew him, after what had just happened. She turned enough to meet his lips, letting her eyes fall closed again as he kissed her sweetly and softly. She never would have known he was a villain, after everything that had just happened.

He opened one eye and looked at her face for a moment before lifting his head to look past her. Shego was confused, but then his hand left her hair and began awkwardly tugging the red blanket over them. She watched for a moment and then helped until they were fully covered, and she set her face to stare into his again as she wondered what would happen next.

"It's still a long flight," he said as the only explanation before kissing her again tiredly.

He brushed some sweat-dampened hair from her forehead before moving his fingers into her thick locks again, massaging her scalp only briefly before the movement stilled. His lips seemed tired too, and Shego watched his closed eyes for a moment before glancing around the spartan compartment, and then letting hers fall closed as well.

They were flying over the ocean to parts unknown. And he said hours... It wasn't as if suddenly declaring him her enemy again would accomplish anything.

Drew took a deep breath then, and Shego watched as a peaceful smile slowly curled the corners of his mouth upward. He blinked at her tiredly.

"I've decided..." he began, sounding almost playful, "not to hold you for ransom."

Something in Shego's heart twinged in sadness.

"What?"

"I think..." He took another breath and exhaled as his hand gripped her breast more tightly between them. "...That I just need to keep you for awhile."

In a flash Shego realized that he had no animus against her—quite the opposite, it seemed. He kissed her again, and she met the touch with need, this time she being the one to boldly introduce her tongue into the mix.

"Does your lair have a dungeon?" she asked when they broke for air.

Drew's eyes widened, searching her face in confusion. Shego felt a small flutter in her chest that he clearly intended to continue treating her...well...as his captive. But then as realization struck a fluster came over him. He shifted slightly as a curious and nervous look bloomed on his face.

"Yes...it does."

"With...chains?"

He shifted again and propped himself up above her slightly as he nodded.

"And an alligator pit. I take it you're interested?"

Shego had nothing further in her mind for that particular fantasy, but she was sure she could think of something during the flight to the villain's lair. She bit her lip as she considered various possibilities and wondered what other things foreign to the world of heroism she could discover in Drew's abode.

"Shego?"

She realized she had zoned out and re-focused on his curious eyes. She smirked as she slowly ran her hands down his back again, blushing as she gently cupped his rear.

"Well, I'll need to gather more intel before I try to bring in a super-villain," she said coyly.

To her dismay, Drew pushed himself up and away from her. Although she felt a rush looking at his glistening form and impulsively reached around to run her fingers through his chest hair and down. They were still joined below, and she was elated to feel him definitely firming up again.

"Oh," he said with a grin, his eyes locking onto hers, "I like that even better than 'Mad Scientist.'"

He pressed both palms into the flesh of her breasts before kneading them and rubbing both of her softened nipples. They responded instantly, and Shego shuddered with pleasure. His eyes rose to meet hers as his hands slipped behind her back and began pulling her upright.

After some awkward wriggling, his legs were straight out in front of him on the bed with her knees folded again beside his hips. But this time, they were face to face. Or rather, chest to face, as she was seated higher. Her nerves were falling away and she rocked her hips against him, pulling him in deeper. He moaned in happiness as he began kissing her breasts, now at eye level.

"Drew..." she said breathlessly. He smiled up at her as his arms circled her back and she mirrored the action, this time she the one to weave fingers into his hair.

"Go on, Miss Superhero," Drew said, grinning at her broadly. Or rather, Dr. Drakken, she corrected mentally. She should call a super-villain by his chosen name, she supposed.

"Mmmh?" she hummed, raking her fingernails down his scalp.

"Gather your intel," he said, giving her a devilish smile.

Shego blinked for a moment, but as he calmly went back to her breasts she understood. She let go of the rest of her anxieties as she began rocking her hips and experimenting, taking the lead in their union. And as they continued on in silent bliss, she hoped the flight back to Dr. Drakken's lair would be several hours long indeed.