#so they might as well be allowed to come! they couldn't have known how bad it already was

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Hi Bunny!! This is kind of a big order…May I please have an earl grey + Margarita + cranberry juice + mocha coffee + sticky toffee pudding + Belgian waffles served by Mark Webber?

P.S Your writing is just BRILLIANT

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want to have your own order? then hit up the menu! there are tons of items to choose from and i love doing these! so thank you for those who ordered, and i hope you love this! (i've never written mark webber before, but i do have more requests in my inbox that i might take a look at ;))

belgian waffles: "i cum in that every night." + sticky toffee pudding: "the only way this is ending is you getting pregnant." + earl grey: big cock + margarita: unprotected sex + cranberry juice: mean!character + mocha coffee: breeding kink served by mark webber (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, age gap (20/29), rookie driver!reader, mean!mark (but he has the capacity to be nice), breeding kink, set in '05/'06, unprotected sex

2005

a twenty-nine year old mark webber had just met his wife, the rookie, almost ten years his junior. that was what you'd be known to mark as for the rest of your days. the rookie, his rookie.

it started a small affair, you weren't too sure how mark got under your skin so perfectly. maybe it was because a lot of these drivers were so chauvinistic, patronizing to the point where it made you seem like you were so much smaller. mark wasn't soft with you. and that extended both on and off the track.

"i can't believe you said that to both kimi and michael!" you snapped when mark got into your hotel room. his arms around you. that was what thing he liked about you. he couldn't very well pick up other drivers the way he could with you.

"what i said wasn't that bad, beautiful." he groped your ass through your jeans, "you're being so sensitive."

"i cum in that every night." you shot back, "why don't i wear a big stamp across my ass that says "webber's slut!"

he perked up a little bit, "will you."

you fisted the front of his shoulder and made a face at him, "of course i won't!" then pressed his forehead against yours, "i can't believe you did that." then pulled away, "you shouldn't have even come over."

"well if i didn't how could i cum in you?" he questioned as he got closer, "don't be so mad, beautiful. you don't look good when you're frowning." he beamed at you, "plus. it could've been so much worse. i could've said, the only way this is ending is you getting pregnant."

you made a face, "don't joke about that." then watched mark grab your wrist. there was a pull to him that allowed him further into your hotel room and onto the bed.

his hands pushed up your tank top, "feelin' good as always." he chuckled as his lips touched your pulse as he got you onto your back. soon he got your jeans off, followed by everything else you wore. and you pulled at his t-shirt off his back.

"you are a menace."

"ah, but you love me." he smirked, "you love when i come into your hotel room and make a mess of your pussy. i know the accent gets to you, i know you think about me all day."

"hard not to when you're ego fills up entire rooms." you raked your nails down his back and he groaned a little before he pulled you into a heated kiss. you melted a little bit. damn webber.

both naked on your hotel room while the city was alive outside. you raked your fingers through his shirt dark hair and the kisses continued. legs tangled up in one another, you felt a pull towards him. as you always did.

he rubbed his bare cock up against you and it wasn't until the kiss broke that he was able to get himself ready to fuck you properly. after all, you only deserved the best. he smirked, "you look better on your back than in a car." he got your legs up to his chest and managed to slip his cock into you.

the feeling left him with a small shudder, the sparks in his brain lit up when he got himself to the base. always took him so beautifully. he looked down at you as he held your hips. he pressed his cock up inside of you, he watched your expressions as he moved.

"fuck, webber."

"i got you, rookie. you like when i'm like this to you. those other drivers treat you like shit. but also like glass. oh, you can't hurt the girl. you can't get aggressive with her. but, i like being aggressive with you. how you bite back at me. you're not a docile puppy." but then as he sucked a mark onto your collarbone, "but then again, neither am i."

you moaned and arched your back. you clung onto the covers under your body. the cheap hotel sheets that mark was fucking you into. he curved over you and kissed you passionately. the kisses were vicious, rough in a way that left you squirming. his words were in your head.

"fuck, webber." your back arched as you felt the hear radiate through your body. and you swore you could feel mark's heartbeat, even though he wasn't chest to chest with you.

he continued to rut against you, his cock dragged across your more sensitive parts which made you moan a little louder. soon your nails dug into his shoulders, scratching across his strong back.

"i love how you say my name. maybe if you play your cards right it'll be your name one day." he continued to fuck you, he pushed into you as much as he could. he wanted to make sure that you felt it all. you may be the upcoming star on the track, but mark was more than happy to take you apart every night. make you feel better than any rush of the race.

maybe it was because he was painfully in love with you.

his pace quickened as he felt closer to orgasm. he could feel the thump of his heartbeat in the back of his mind as he felt the urge to climax weigh heavy on him. his mouth continued to run until you pulled him in closely and kissed him all over the mouth.

his lips were bright red by the time you were done with him. you clung to him tightly as you came first. your cunt tight around his cock as he continued to fuck you passionately. his pace became uneven as he yearned for his own climax, he could feel the rush of blood to his cock and the light-headed feeling as he kept fucking you.

"that's my rookie. all mine." he said with a hint of tenderness. not enough to inflate your ego. he gave it a few more thrusts of his hips before he kept all of himself inside of you. it felt good doing it bare, it also left you flustered. naughty girl.

"fuck, webber."

"keep saying that and you might get a ring soon." he teased as he pulled out, which made you groan.

you laid in each other's embrace. you allowed him to hold your hand the way lovers did. it was tender, it was nice. it was certainly not horrible. maybe to love mark webber wouldn't be horrible.

2006

"mark alan webber." you snarled as you threw the plastic pregnancy test at his head. the plastic hit him right in the forehead, "you son of a bitch!" you were shaking, you had tears in your eyes as you threw yourself at him.

but he caught you and held you to his chest. he kissed the top of your head, "no reason to that, beautiful." he swayed you a little from side to side, "we'll figure it out. you, me and baby." mark webber was a mean man, he easily bullied his little rookie.

"you ended my career. on purpose" you grumbled.

he rubbed your back, "yeah, it took me a year to get you pregnant to wipe out my only real competition. my second choice was fernando."

you looked up at him and swallowed back some of the sadness, "mark... shut up." and were met with kisses. you tried not to laugh, even with the sadness in your stomach.

mark hated to see you cry, at least in a context whe he wasn't bullying your poor cunt. it broke his heart. to see you in such a fragile state clicked something in his brain. he held onto you tightly while you cried. you two were terrors to each other, mostly mark towards you. but, you'd make this work. and mark, despite everything, would not make you do it alone. <3

[mncxbe]

# pm!dazai who has a crush on his partner/rival ݁ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: jealous, slightly posessive dazai, mild enemies to lovers, dazai and his complicated feelings

"i can't believe you actually have a crush on Chibi. what's so special about him?" huffed the brunette, leaning against the lamppost behind him. the dim, golden light bounced off his brown curls, illuminatung his downcast expression.

"what, are you jealous?" you retorted, earning a scowl from Dazai. "don't be ridiculous."

it was mere hours ago that your archenemy found out that Chuuya asked you out on a date. an insignificant thing, really, but it vexed him. what on earth could you possibly see in that redhead midget? he just had to know, and as petty as it might be, he was dead set on changing your mind about going on that date. even if it meant following you back home and talking things out with you in front of your apartment at 9 p.m.

"i'm just saying, Nakahara isn't your type. i know it" argued the brunette, crossing his arms over his chest. "he's temperamental, immature, totally unfunny and shorter than you"

"maybe i'm into guys like that" you shrugged absentmindedly, applying an extra layer of gloss on your plump lips.

Dazai had to admit you looked absolutely stunning in that outfit. he felt his cheeks warm up as his gaze lingered on your lips but he quickly looked away, shaking his head. "that's not possible. are you really that desperate to get a boyfriend?"

"well, summer's coming soon. i need someone to take pretty pictures of me at the beach and to buy me flowers" you smiled, fully turning to face him "you got a problem with that?"

"you bet i do. that's just vain and i don't see where Chuuya comes in. you could date any other guy."

"yea, but i like Chuuya. besides, we get along well and he actually knows how to treat a woman"

and I don't? Dazai wanted to ask. his blood boiled, jealousy clouding his judgement as he peered down at you. imagining you and Chuuya together holding hands and walking down the halls of the Port Mafia's headquarters, kissing and cooing at each other like a lovey dovey couple made his stomach churn. it felt wrong in so many ways, yet here you were, waiting for the redhead to pick you up for a date. with each minute that passed Dazai's irritation grew.

"for someone who knows how to treat a woman he sure is late for your date" he scoffed, rolling his eyes. you took a step closer to the brunette, a mocking smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"you're acting so petty right now. damn, you must be really jealous"

"i'm not jealous" Dazai's sharp glare returned to you, clenching his fists as he leaned closer to you. "i just think it's stupid. you two would never work out"

"how do you know that?" you pressed, chuckling at his unfounded claim. you weren't used to seeing Dazai like this, so worked up about something so insignificant.

"because i know you and i know Chuuya and you're a recipe for disaster. i'll be damned if i let you get heartbroken by that idiot" without realizing, Dazai leaned closer to you, his body towering over yours. he was seething, glaring down at you. his chocolate brown eyes seemed almost black in the dark, menacing, a warning of his bad mood. you knew you should stop pushing him, but you just couldn't help yourself. you wanted him to say what he truly had on his mind.

"and who are you to say who gets to break my heart and who doesn't?" your words struck a cord and Dazai's features darkened. it was a damn good point: he wasn't your friend, just a colleague. no, your self proclaimed archenemy. although you've known each other for years, he knew there was no deeper connection between you than the childish rivalry. but that was enough to make Dazai grow attached and develop a sense of ownership over you. or maybe feelings? in any case, how could he possibly allow Chuuya to take you away from him? he swore he could see red before his eyes when your phone's screen lit up and he read Chuuya's name on display.

before you could answer Dazai seized your wrist, wrapping a hand around your jaw to tilt your head up, forcing you to meet his gaze. he brought his face mere inches away from your, so close you could feel his hot breath against your lips as he spoke. "who i am? i'm the one who's been by your side all this time, though thick and thin. yea, you're an annoying brat most of the time and i hate your guts but i'll be damned if i let Nakahara take you away from me. you're mine, got it? i'll take your stupid pictures at the beach and buy you flowers if that's what it takes for you to drop this stupid date"

your breath caught in your throat at his sudden outburst. did he actually confess? it didn't quite feel like it. your gaze mused on his features as you searched for answers, but you didn't find any in the sharp line of his mouth or the furrow of his brows. "so... what are you asking me to do?" you breathed out, a mere whisper that sent shivers down Dazai's spine. he let go of your wrist, wrapping a steady arm around your waist.

shit, he really didn't think this though. he's never been good with his words and now that he had you in his arms, so close he could smell your intoxicatung scent and feel the warmth of your breath on his skin his brain short-circuited. "i... i'm asking you to stay with me tonight. and from now on. i'll take you to dinner instead" he said softly, his harsh features melting away when you nodded. "thought you hated my guts" you chuckled, gathering the courage to cup his face with your hand. his skin was surprisingly soft. Dazai leaned into your touch, a shadow of a smile etching itself on his features "well... i wasn't lying. but i hate the idea of you dating Chuuya more. can't let him put his hands all over my pretty girl" sighed the brunette, his lips ghosting over yours "so? will you stay with me?"

goosebumps raised on your skin as you closed the distance between you, pressing your lips against his. the kiss was heated, desperate but oh so loving. threading his fingers through your hair, Dazai gently tugged at your roots, making you mewl into his mouth. when he pulled back, his signature smirk was back in place. "i'll take that as a yes then?"

"yea, idiot" you giggled, looking down at your phone to hide your blush. "just let me text Chuuya not to come then we can go grab some food"

Dazai nodded, taking a few steps back. he was beyond pleased with himself. though he didn't necessarrily planned to confess, things went smoother than he thought they would. and he finally got a date with the girl he liked and snatched her from Chuuya. there couldn't be any better turn of events. you watched Dazai lean back against the lamppost with a content smile and you could barely suppress a laughter.

opening Chuuya's chat, you quickly typed in a text.

AAGHHSJSJ!!! your plan worked Dazai asked me out. Chuuya you're a fucking genius thanks for this. i owe you big time bestie.

[fartcloudfartcloud]

What about Logan meeting a reader with more dominance than him? Like what would he do, what would he want to do to them?

*giggles and wrings hands together* You've found my achilles heel mr.69

i dont know if this is what you wanted but im using this as my excuse to write FREAKY SUBMISSIVE LOGAN PORN!!!

warnings: Edging, Logan being mean and then begging on his knees a second later, i do say reader is "5 foot whatever" but if that doesnt apply just ignore it lmao, I do describe him as almost crying every now and then so if that turns u off this might be a skip

This is short (1.5k) but I love submissive men so do NOT be afraid to lmk if you want more :)

Personally, I was raised by a woman way too strong headed to ever be the stereotype of submission, and I'm sure a lot of you share the same sentiment in some way or another. I was always told to never let a man tell me what to do, and I can picture a reader being the exact same way. 

Not mean, not bullheaded or rude, but strong. Tough. Logan had expected to blow through you like he had the rest of his team (or at least how he thought he did, though he was a lot tougher in his head than in action). But when he stood up to you, all 5 foot whatever of you, it felt like you were standing eye to eye.  

You did exactly as you were taught, chin up and shoulders back as you spoke with confidence, and it easily had you slipping into positions of power in the mansion with ease. He admired you from afar for a while, watched as you seamlessly commanded a room, effortlessly organizing missions and handling insubordinate children like it was nothing.  

Logan couldn't describe where the attraction came from. Originally, he thought it was his manly man urges to take a dominant woman and make her pine for him, but you and I both know that's not why you got him going. 

If you were to ask him right now in his current scenario, he wouldn't be able to tell you which was his favorite part. Not sure if it's you under him in between his knees, looking up and fluttering your pretty eyelashes at him like has something to behold; or if it's your firm grip around his cock, effortlessly bringing him so close to the edge before you manhandle him back down to earth. 

It had only been once so far, but you had gotten him bad. Your hands all sloppy and wet working up and down his length with vigor, your filthy loudmouth a never-ending record of come on baby, let me see it, let go for me. 

All that build up, just for you to -right as he whimpers out a breathless "going to fucking cum"- halt all action and grip your flingers tightly around his base. 

It ripped a deep growl from his chest, the feeling almost painful as his finish line is so rudely ripped from him.  

He should've known, he knows you too well too have assumed he could get you all pretty on your knees without some anterior motive.  

"You want something?" You ask him innocently, that stupid pretty smile still spread across your face. He grinds his teeth as the pressure in his stomach slowly simmers down, not enough air in his lungs to formulate a response.  

You slowly start stroking him again, an agonizing pace that has his cock flushed a deep red and practically throbbing in your hand. The sound is pornographic and it's all too much for him. 

He's whining now, head thrown back and noises getting increasingly high pitched as you keep his release just barely out of his reach. If he could focus enough to use his ears, he’d hear you laughing at him. 

He so rudely tries to interrupt you, tries to bring his own hands down to just get himself there, but you wouldn't allow it. You'd make him sit on his hands if you had to, and when you grabbed each wrist and planted them next to his thighs and told him to "stay," he knew better than to disobey. 

"Gotta ask for the things you want, Wolvie." You remind him. It's just basic manners, really, frankly he should be thanking you for still touching him after being so rude.  

"Don't gotta ask for shit," He spits out through clenched teeth. 

See, that was Logans problem. He had too much fucking pride, needed someone to teach him a lesson. Guess today he needs it to be you. 

"Mm you're right, Logan," you've got a smile on your face as you speak that Logan can't read. Either way, he's scared. 

None of it matters though as your hand picks up speed and pressure, resuming your prior ministrations as your fingers suddenly massage every spot with precision. His breath is gone as his head hangs limp on his shoulders, his fingers gripping the comforter like it would save him from your attack.  

"You don't gotta do shit," You're talking but he's not listening. It's all too good, he's being hurdled towards his orgasm faster than ever, he couldn't hear your jests even if he wanted to over the pressure in his ears. He’s gonna cum, he's so fucking close, and your hands feel so fucking good so perfect and it's all so much and- 

"But neither do I," and just like that you're off him. Not like before, this time you stand up and physically take a step back from him, watching his form head to toe as he's forced to cope with his second lost orgasm. 

The groan he lets out is primal, you expect to see him start ripping the pillows and sheets with how his writhing on your bed. He’s on his back twitching, practically crying from the ache pulsing through the center of his body. It hurts, he's so desperate it physically hurts, his hips rutting into the air in search of anything. 

He has no sense anymore, no control over any of his limbs as he falls to the floor and crawls to you, the only thing he can make out in his fogged-up mind is need.  

"Please baby," He begs mindlessly, "You're so fucking mean to me," He's kissing your thighs and pulling at your hands, buttering you up and wallowing in any contact you'll give him.  

Neither of you know how it happened, know at what point in the night he broke and became a whimpering messy puppy, but God did it feel good to watch, to see him yearn for you so desperately. 

His eyes are teary eyed and hazy as he speaks, "I'll do anything princess I'm sorry," He kisses you palm and knuckles and up your wrists, "Please baby I'm sorry I'm sorry just fucking-" His hips involuntarily grind down, his thighs twitching and his hard cock bobbing between his legs. "Please touch me baby I can't fucking take it,"  

He’s a mess, his cock is leaking all over his thighs and the floor, and his lips won't leave your body, lathing kisses anywhere he can, worshipping your body as you stand still and look down at him.  

"Why can't you just behave the first time?" You ask, wrapping your fingers in his hair and gently tugging his hair back, making him look at you as he speaks.  

"Was just playin baby," He kisses the wrist of the hand in his hair, "shouldn't have teased you baby I'm sorry, please baby please," his arms are wrapped around your thighs as he nuzzles into you. It's pathetic, and if anyone else ever saw him like this he's sure he could just explode on the spot.  

"Get back on the bed." You order, taking pleasure in the way he scrambles back to his spot, his legs spread for you and his hands pressed back into their spot next to his hips. He’s disheveled, his hair falling over his face and sticking to his forehead, a thin layer of sweat covering him head to toe. Youd keep him like this forever if you could. 

You decide to take mercy on him though, the sight of him on his knees begging like a dog more than enough to satisfy your cravings. Now, all you wanted was to do was so how pretty he looked once he actually finished for you. 

You find your spot between his legs again, looking up at him all pretty just like before. God you were going to ruin him. 

"Go on. Tell me what you want," you give him one last instruction before giving in. His breath is shaky, his words coming out in a whole different tone than before. He sounds small, on the brink of tears as he whimpers out one last desperate, "please," before you spit in your hand and wrap it back around his cock.  

Instantly he's gone. He doesn't even have the energy to moan or cry, he's just paralyzed. His eyes roll back and his hand clamps over his mouth, no air left in his lungs as the most mind-numbing wave of pleasure works up from his core. He wasn't even cumming yet and it already was making him shake. 

He should've just trusted you, should've known that you'd make him feel so fucking good if he just listened. Never again, he'll never say no to you ever again. 

By the time his orgasm actually hit him, he's laid out flat on his back on the mattress, his mouth dropped open, and his eyes squeezed shut. Both his hands are wrapped in the sheets, stuck in place by his claws that slowly inch out with every rope of cum that comes from him. There's no sound until it's all out of him, your hands not stopping till he's whining and pushing you away from him. 

You watch as he recovers, his chest rapidly rising and falling as he desperately tries to get air back into his lungs, aftershocks still tumbling through him. His eyes flutter back open, not enough energy to focus on anything else though as his claws start sheathing back into his knuckles.  

He sits up as you return from the bathroom with a washcloth, gently cleaning off his stomach and anything that was coated in a thin layer of his finish. He’s sensitive, hissing and gasping as you gently clean his slowly softening length and thighs.  

Once all evidence is taken care of, you look up at him with soft eyes. He looks so amazing like this, his eyes can't focus on anything while his lips slowly pull into a big dopey grin. You let him take you in for a moment, just staying like this with him till he has the strength to speak.  

"Jesus Christ," Is all he says before he presses a chaste kiss to your lips before falling back onto the bed.  

"Are you going to make it?" You tease, cuddling up under his arm where he lay and resting your head on his bicep.  

"I don't think so," He giggles, enough oxygen in his system now, enough strength in him to wrap himself around you and kiss your head. "You were a lot closer to killing me then you think,"  

You giggle and smack his chest, "keep being mean like that and next time I actually will," 

[hiskillingjar]

Petplay (Strade/MC)

i feel like i haven’t done as many strade prompts this year. let it be known i am fucking HORNYYYYY!!!!! I WONT HIM SO BAD HE MAKES ME CRAZYYYYY!!!! :3

woof woof, give me headpats and lots of likes and comments in my bowl please! (sorry)

day 17: petplay second person.

"Hey, buddy! How's it going?"

You raised your head hesitantly at the sound of Strade's voice from the top of the stairs, each of his steps heavy on the wooden floorboards as he descended into your makeshift prison.

The thick soles of his leather boots only enhanced his intimidating stature above you, especially when you were restricted to your hands and knees, your sliced tendon hidden beneath a thick ankle cuff chained to the wall, and your hands and knees wrapped in duct tape so you couldn't move them properly or put up a fight.

He had reduced you down to an animal with barely any effort. It might have said something about him, but it certainly said a lot about you.

He laughed heartily, good natured and jovial, at the pitiful sight of you, amused by your dire condition as he reached the bottom of the stairs and paced in front of you, solid steps making you shiver all the more as he placed a hand on your head and ruffled your hair.

"Someone doesn't look too happy this morning, do they?" He crooned, scratching your head like he was petting a dog (though his dirty nails only irritated your skin further). "What’s the matter, hund, are you hungry or something?"

You were going to mumble a non-answer (your capacity for speech impeded by a deep gash through your tongue), but his question was answered, quickly, by a loud grumble from your stomach. 

The comedic timing might have been perfect had it not been so utterly mortifying. 

He laughed again at the timing and comedic irony, his eyes creasing handsomely and his wet smile infectious (though you had been thoroughly cured of that particular infection), clearly finding the whole thing hysterical as he ruffled your hair once more, hard enough to knock your head side to side, your brain rattling in your skull.

"Aww, looks like someone is hungry!" He said in a patronising tone, before walking over to the cupboards and browsing through them. "Well, it’s lucky for you that I'm in a pretty generous mood today, ja?"

You watched him carefully, tilting your head (like the animal you were) as he rooted through the cupboards, shifting aside torture porn supplies and camera equipment for whatever poor bastard he next had in here, before producing a silver dog bowl and placing it on the counter.

That was to be expected, even if it was utterly humiliating.

He then produced an actual can of dog food (where could he have possibly gotten that?), to your immediate horror, and pulled the tap open, shaking the brown slop into the bowl with a cheerful hum.

You stared at him with a disgusted expression as he paced back over and took a knee in front of you, placing the bowl of dog food on the ground. You shook your head that no, you weren't going to eat this, he couldn't expect you to, you must have been allowed to have a modicum of self respect, surely?

Surely not.

"Whaaat? I'm being nice and feeding my dog and this is the thanks I get?" He pouted, feigning a saddened expression as he placed a hand on his heart, as if genuinely hurt by your refusal to play along with him.

That hurt didn’t last too long, though, before he suddenly placed his hand back on the top of your head and roughly pushed it into your hair, curling his fingers into a tight first and pushing your face forward, dangerously close to the ground (to the bowl).

"Don't you wanna eat? It's good for you, I promise!"

"NGH-!"

You grit your teeth and squeezed your eyes shut, reaching back and clawing (pawing) at his fist with your taped up hands, trying, desperately hard, to fight him off before he pushed your face into the congeled mess of dog food.

"Come on now,” He murmured with a dangerously amused edge to his low voice, as he finally won over you, forcing your head down completely into the muck of a meal. “Be good.”

Jellied gravy (if you could even call it that), grainy chunks of meat and pureed vegatables smeared against your skin, to your visceral disgust, as he kept smushing your face down into the bottom of the dog bowl, and every part of your body just ached with the shame of letting him do it, too weak and helpless to fight back against him in any significant way. 

All the while, Strade just curled his fingers tighter into your hair and laughed, rubbing the small of your back with his other hand, like he was trying to comfort you.

Some fucking comfort. 

"Cmon, just give it a taste, puppy," He ordered light heartedly, in his normal jovial tone. “I'm sure you'll love it, if you try!”

"Mm-mmm!" You protested with another shake of your head, pressing your lips into a tight line so you wouldn’t get even close to tasting the disgusting slop.

"Do I really have to make you eat? What, are you backwards or something?” He asked, tilting your head back to meet his gaze, a dark brow raising in a silent question, a smile on his (stupid) (handsome) face, but more sinister looking. “I mean, I was going to be nice, but you're really testing my patience, puppy..."

He let go of your hair suddenly, giving it a slight shove back into the slop (and caking your chin with more of it in the process) and stood back to his feet with a little ‘hup!’, idly pacing back in front of you, his hand dangerously close to his khaki pocket.

“Bad dogs earn discipline…don’t you know that, hund?”

You felt a quickly growing, searing heat against your neck for just a moment, just long enough for you to raise your head our of the much, before recognising it as-

*BZZT*

“Oder bist du zu dumm, ja?”

You yelped like a dying animal as your collar jolted awake with a painful electric shock, sending a sharp, agonising jolt of pain straight through your spine and radiating through the rest of your body.

Strade laughed again before he crouched in front of you, taking your messy chin in hand and forcing your head up, so you were making eye contact with him. His smile was still there, like it always was, but his usual friendly (and deeply insidious) tone had changed to a more malicious and sadistic one.

"Still not hungry, puppy?” He asked, tilting his head to the side with a condescending click of his tongue. “You didn't seem to enjoy the little zap you just got...figuring anything out yet?"

"Mm-mm..." You gave your head another little shake, hoping to communicate, wordlessly, that you just weren't that hungry anymore, he didn't need to shock you again, really.

“You never learn, do you?” Strade huffed out a little sigh, shaking his head and feigning disappointment before he stood up straight again, his hands on his hips. "Well, the way I see it, you have two choices here..." 

Taking one of his hands off his hips, he started to count off fingers as he spoke.

"One, you play nice, you be a good dog, and eat your meal. Or two…I shock you again,” He patted his pocket. “But this time, it'll be stronger and last much longer. Choice is yours, puppy."

You frowned and looked back down at the dog bowl, your own pitiful reflection looking back at you in the shiny, metal surface.

God, you hated this fucking collar.

Already feeling the painful burn on your neck start to settle and throb, and...really not wanting a repeat of it (or, god forbid, anything stronger than that), you hesitantly put your head down again and took the first, repulsive bite of food.

It was fucking disgusting.

You could feel your throat contracting, like your body itself was trying to reject what you were putting into it, but you stopped yourself from gagging and took another hesitant bite.

"There we go, ‘atta dog!” He praised in a patronising tone as he watched you force yourself to eat, walking behind you and giving you an idle kick to the tailbone, treating you more and more like an animal as opposed to the person you were. Are. “That's a good puppy. Was that so tough?"

"Heh. There we go, that's a good pet." He leaned and firmly ruffled your hair again, as you continued to force yourself to eat the slop, a mean laugh emitting from his throat as he watched you. "That’s what you really are, you know, that’s what you want to be. A good, obedient dog, aren't you? Always doing what your master tells you, hm? Always doing their best to be good?"

You weren’t a dog.

If you were a dog, you might have had the good sense to cower and hide from someone who was hurting you this much, whimpering and shivering in the corner, as opposed to trotting out on your hands and knees, lest you earn another punishmenet. 

If you were a dog, you might have even been stupid enough to bite the hand that was feeding you, hurting you, making you suffer, dig your teeth in and make him bleed, and feel even a percentage of the pain that he had already inflicted on you. 

You were too stupid to be a dog. 

Too much of a coward to put up any modicum of a fight.

You gagged on the third bite of dog food, unable to swallow it properly, and sloppily spat it back into the bowl in a bubbling mixture of bubbling saliva and “new and improved: real gravy!”

What would a dog care, if the gravy was real or not?

Maybe that was just a clarification for the owners.

Strade didn't seem too sympathetic to whatever you were going through in your head, his smile faltering, just slightly, as he scooted his body in front of you, taking your slack jaw in one hand, a fistful of your hair in the other, and forcing your head up so you were looking directly at him again.

Or you were supposed to be looking at him. 

Your eyes were, instead, fixed ahead on the single lightbulb hanging from the basement ceiling, watching it gently sway, back and forth.

Your tendon started to throb. Would you ever be able to walk again, after this?

Would there even be an ���after this”?

"Did you just spit your food out?" He asked curtly.

"Mmf-" You groaned, trying to shake your head, a few tears running down your cheek.

"You really are so fucking ungrateful," He said, the grin on his face contradicting his firm, domineering tone, before he let go of your chin and gave your burning cheek a few, mean slaps, as if trying to smack you to full attention. "I have to do everything myself around here, don't I, pup?"

He then reached down and grabbed a handful of the dog food, clumped together like a ball in his fist, before forcing it against your mouth, covering your jaw with his palm, covering your nose (and stopping your breathing as he did it), and mashing the wet, gelationus mess of meat into your whimpering mouth.

You shrieked, your mangled tongue throbbing from the forceful intrusion, and tried to fight against him again, your taped up hands (mitts, paws) pressing against his chest.

But you were too weak to fight him off, and any attempt to cry or scream just made you take in more of the repulsive "meal" he had prepared for you.

"Wanna get your strength up, dog?" He barked loudly, his grin now manic and excited and his golden eyes sparkling with mirth, as the beginnings of a hard erection rubbed against your thigh, evidently delighted that you still had some fight in you, despite everything.

"Eat up, mutt~”

[misseviehyde]

GHOST LIT

Melissa had never thought she would meet the love of her life, fall instantly in love and get married so quickly, (especially after being single for so long) - but all her dreams had finally come true.  Dan was gorgeous - a well-read and well-spoken gentleman who had an impeccable taste in fashion and interior decoration and was the CEO of a small, but successful limited company.  

Melissa was a piano teacher, and she'd met Dan when he came for lessons.  As he brushed back his sexy hair and grinned at her with his confident smile, she'd felt her stomach flutter and known she had finally met the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. Her heart had sank when she'd seen the wedding ring on his finger, but he'd blushed at her gaze - almost reading her mind.

"I... was... married.  She died in an accident.  I still wear the ring, though I don't know why.  My former wife... well she wasn't a very nice person.  It wasn't until she died that I realised she'd been dominating my life, gas-lighting me into thinking everything was my fault.  She had me totally under her heel and treated me very poorly.  Sorry, I shouldn't speak so ill of the dead, but I'm glad she died, I finally feel free.  That's why I'm having these lessons, I want to live - I want to finally do all the things I should have done when I was married to Cassandra."

They'd hit it off immediately and begun dating a week later.  A year later and they were married - and Melissa was finally moving into Dan's amazing mansion home.  She didn't care that he was rich, or that he'd lived here with his evil ex-wife... all that mattered was that she was finally with the man of her dreams.

Still - as they passed into the house, Melissa couldn't help but shiver.  The house still bore the marks of Cassandra's spoiled influence.  The more Melissa had learned of the evil, manipulative, vain and cruel Cassandra - the more she was glad she had never met the bitch.  She wondered how Dan had ended up with such a bad girl - or why he had allowed her to gaslight him for so long.  Dan had told him that Cassandra had even fucked other guys, but somehow made him feel it was his fault for being an inadequate lover. 

"She gets into your head and makes you her puppet," he had sighed sadly.  "Sorry - I mean, got into your head.  You know... it's funny, but sometimes I almost feel like she is still here. Crazy I know! Just ignore me, I'm being a fool of course."

That had really made Melissa shiver.  The thought that Dan's ex-wife might be haunting the house - watching them like some malicious purveyor really made her feel uncomfortable.  Good job she didn't believe in ghosts. 

"This is our home now baby," she had smiled. "We're going to be happy here.  Now forget all about your ex-wife and lets start our new life together."

****

In the dark corners of the bedroom an evil spirit gloated as it watched Melissa innocently unpack her things. At last - a woman was here.  A weak, willed, goody-two-shoes of a woman.  A foolish little slut with no idea of the transformation she was going to undergo. Cassandara smiled as she drifted close to her victim and tasted her innocent spirit.  Sustained by spite and bitterness, the spirit of Dan's former wife looked appraisingly at Melissa as an artist might look at a piece of clay.  So much potential... so much fun to be had.

Melissa shivered and she turned her head, almost as if she sensed something.  Weird, it felt like she was being watched.  For a moment the tension seemed to stretch out and then Melissa shrieked and nearly jumped out of her skin, as with a clatter, something fell from the top of the wardrobe... almost as if it had been pushed off.  Regaining her composure, Melissa convinced herself the object had fallen naturally and walked over to pick it up.  It was a jewel case containing a DVD.  Why it had been hidden on top of the wardrobe, she wasn't sure.  

"What the hell is this?" she mused, walking over to the bedroom TV and sliding the DVD into the player beneath. It whirred up and Melissa sat on the bed to watch.  To her surprise when the screen came on, it showed a video of the very bedroom she was now sitting it, only it was at night.  Red candles and soft lighting lit the room, and the sheets were white satin.

Melissa gasped and her hand went to her mouth as she saw two figures on the bed.  One was Dan, only slightly younger looking - the other was an amazing looking woman with a perfect, toned, body and firm full breasts.  Her body oozed sensuality as with a moan of pleasure she lowered herself onto Dan's cock and began to ride him.

Melissa watched in horror as the woman in the video fucked her husband.  Fucked.  That was the only way to describe it. When she and Dan had sex it was gentle love-making, this was like watching a porn video.  Dan's face was a mask of ecstasy, the woman on top of him moaning as she thrust her hips obscenely like she wanted to suck his dick up into herself and she took his straining cock deeper and deeper inside her.

"Oh Cassie, fuck me," he moaned... "I need you so badly."

"That's right Dan," she hissed, "my pussy controls you - only I can make you feel this way.  Say it."

"YES! OH YES, CASSIE, your pussy owns me - you're better than every other woman.  Only you can make me feel this way."

"Mmmmmh, good boy - I will ALWAYS be in control of your life."

Melissa felt sick to her stomach, yet she couldn't stop watching.  Cassie bounced on top of Dan with hot wet slaps, moaning and laughing as she squeezed her tight pussy around his dick and made him hers.  Dan was shaking, his uncontrollable lust for his bitch wife clear to see.  His eyes shone with devotion and with a wracking sob, Melissa realised he had never looked at her like that.  

"Oh my God Dan, why did I have to see this?" she sobbed.  "I thought we had a special connection, but now I see what you were like with her... you'll never need me like you needed her.  I can't believe this, I can't compete with that bitch!"

Hearing movement downstairs, Melissa quickly turned off the DVD, ejected and hid it under the bed.  She used some tissues to quickly blot her tears and put on a fake smile as Dan entered the room.  He walked over and put his arm around her lovingly.  "Everything okay baby?"

"Of course," she lied, "everything is fine."

****

It was hours later and Melissa couldn't sleep.  She couldn't stop thinking about the DVD and what she had seen.  The scene seemed to replay in her mind again and again and again.  As she lay in the bed, tossing and turning, with Dan snoring next to her, she wanted to scream but she couldn't.

Grinning maliciously, Cassandra floated over to Melissa and took a position up behind the bed-head. Reaching down she slid her spectral fingers towards Melissa's brow and sighed pleasurably as her phantasmal digits slid into the other woman's head.  She'd tried this before, but Melissa's unconscious mental defences had been too strong.  Now her mind was wide open.

Melissa groaned in relief as a sudden cool sensation seemed to slide into her head.  After hours of restlessness, she suddenly felt drowsy, and though the sex scene in her head continued to play - it no longer made her feel sad.  Instead she began to feel horny as she watched the lovers fuck.

The memory became a dream, and as she watched the lovers rutting - Cassie's face seemed to melt like wax and then reform.  With a gasp of astonishment Melissa realised she was now watching herself riding Dan - only, with a body like Cassie's.  Melissa couldn't believe how good her face looked on that bitchy body, all tanned and perfect.  She felt her heart beat faster and a sudden yearning to be like the woman in her dream and make this fantasy come true began to fill her mind.

Why not become more like Cassie?  Why not see if you can make Dan lust for you like he used to lust for her?

Melissa sighed happily in her dreams as strange thoughts and whispers filled her mind and her lips twisted into a unfamiliar smile.  Finally she slept, and her dreams were sooooo naughty that night...

*****

Dan blinked in surprise as he walked into the kitchen to find Melissa on a stool whistling and doing her makeup.  For a second he was struck by deja-vu then he realised why.  

"Melissa, are you wearing my ex-wife's clothes?  What the hell? I packed all that stuff away in the garage months ago!  Did you go unbox it?"

Melissa looked at him in confusion.  "Baby, I found this stuff in my wardrobe, I thought since you'd left it out, you wouldn't mind me wearing it.  I never thought of wearing clothes like this before, these leather pants feel really nice. Don't you like how they look?"

Dan had to admit that Melissa did look good in Cassie's bitchy clothes... he felt his cock twitch. There was something kind of hot about nice girl Melissa being a bit more like his nympho-ex, but why was she lying to him?  

"Melissa, tell the truth - I never left those clothes out - you must have got them from the garage."

Melissa frowned, "Dan - I promise you, they were in my wardrobe when I woke up this morning.  Are you accusing me of being a liar?"

"Of course not," he said reluctantly - but full now of spite, he snapped - "They don't fit you anyway, you'd need to lose weight and tone up to pull those off."

Melissa scowled. "Maybe I will then!" she snarled, stomping off back up to the bedroom.

Dan immediately regretted being mean to Melissa, but he was too proud to go apologise, so he left her to fester.

Cassie smiled as she invisibly watched - it had all played out exactly as she had known it would.  Floating through the wall into the bedroom she smirked as she floated behind Melissa and slid her fingers into the other woman's head.  They slid in easier now, like Melissa's mind was embracing their touch - almost pulling them in.

Melissa's eyes widened slightly and a lovely relaxed feeling throbbed through her body as Cassie's evil influence pulsed into her body.  The clothes seemed to pulse with the same corruption, Melissa was now encased in Cassie's bitchiness and it was starting to transfer into her body.

He's right - you do need to tone up and shape up - and you will.  You know you deserve to wear these clothes and you only want to dress like this.  Throw away all your old clothes, go to the garage and take all of Cassie's things - replace your entire wardrobe with hers.  Dan will only lust for you if you become more like Cassie.  Do it...

Melissa moaned as her brain pulsed with pleasure.  Standing up she walked to her wardrobe and with a sneer, began to rip her old clothes out.  It was time to upgrade... and join a gym.

****

"Yes, this is more like it," smiled Melissa as she admired herself in the mirror a few weeks later.  The amount of weight and toning up that she had achieved in such a small amount of time was incredible. In fact, it was almost supernatural.  If she didn't know better she'd say that some outside force had been assisting her - speeding up her physical transformation from a slightly frumpy housewife into a toned and athletic looking hottie.

Dan had certainly noticed, but not complained - their sex becoming more ambitious and his pleasure in her superior body noticeable.  Melissa had almost completely stopped playing the piano or taking lessons in order to shape up and Dan hadn't objected when she had told him she wouldn't be contributing to the finances this month. 

In truth, he felt guilty that he had told Melissa she needed to shape up, and his guilt gave her power over him. Power Melissa was starting to enjoy.

She walked into her bedroom and sat on the bed.  All at once the delicious tingling throbbing feeling she got in her head whenever she was in this room came back and she smiled happily.  She always had her best ideas in the bedroom - it was almost like someone was projecting ideas into her head and the more she relaxed and welcomed it, the faster the ideas seemed to come. 

"Yes, I should try on some of the tighter, bitchier, clothes that Cassie used to own. I can probably fit into them now," grinned Melissa as she opened the wardrobe where she had put all the naughtiest clothes she had found - but had not quite been able to fit into - in.  Now she was about the same body build as Cassie though, it should be easy.

Melissa shivered as she stroked the latex clothing, faux-fur, leather boots and bougie jewellery on display.  Could she really wear this stuff?  It seemed like something some sort of slutty bad bitch might wear.

"Hurry up and try them on... you're going to feel sooooo fucking hot and horny in those clothes.  Haven't you seen how Dan has been responding to your physical improvements, next you need to start acting like a bad-bitch.  He enjoys being bullied and pushed around, it actually turns him on.  Try it. Put on an outfit and go tease him."

Melissa shivered and nodded.  Sometimes it felt like there was a voice in her mind whispering such deliciously evil things to her, but she had to admit - everything the voice told her to do worked.  With shaking hands she reached out and chose a bitchy outfit.

It was tight - far tighter than anything she had ever worn.  A tight black one-piece black and white bodysuit.  It was funny how the suit seemed to squeeze her tits up and out - she was sure they seemed bigger these days.  High heels shoes also pushed her up - her feet felt smaller and more arched since she moved in with Dan and a generous application of expensive makeup made her look like a total bitch.

She was immediately aroused and she felt hotter and more powerful than ever before.  With a confident stride, she clip clopped around the room, smirking at the feeling of power Cassie's clothes gave her.  It felt like the old her was being smothered and something cruel and bitchy was taking over.  She loved the feeling and wanted more.

Striding next door, Melissa felt arousal as Dan gasped at her outfit.  His eyes lustfully drank in her body and she smirked to see the effect she was having on him.  He came towards her, but she disdainfully pushed him away.  "You'll spoil my makeup, keep back.  You've been pissing me off lately, so if you want a piece of my ass, you're going to have to start treating me better."

For a moment Dan looked like he might object... then he licked his lips nervously.  "Yes... dear, whatever you say. I'm sorry."

Melissa felt her pussy tingle and her nipples get hard.  Wow - making your man do what you wanted, felt really good.  "Good boy, perhaps later, if you're good I'll reward you - but for now I'm going shopping and I want to spend some big money.  You don't mind do you dear?"

"Of course not baby," muttered Dan.  

Melissa was acting more and more like his old wife every day - yet somehow, that was really turning him on.

******

Cassie looked around the shop in delight - her hold over Melissa had grown strong enough that she was now finally able to leave the house.  A thin cord of energy, steadily growing thicker and heavier was growing between them and Cassie could feel her influence pulsing into the other woman, feeding Melissa's lust, ambition and cruelty. 

Melissa's body had changed so much in the last few weeks and the stupid bitch hadn't even questioned how her tits had got three sizes bigger.  Instead, she was proud of her sluttier body and thanks to the constant corruptive thoughts Cassie was sending into her protegee's head - she was getting worse by the minute.

"Yes, I deserve nice things and for Dan to pay for it all," hissed Melissa in glee as she tried on a pair of $500 boots that felt so nice over her latex bodysuit. She knew she didn't need the boots but she wanted them, so she took them.  It felt great to get what she wanted and be a spoiled bitch.

Melissa admired herself as she passed a mirror.  She'd been for a full body-wax this morning and her perfect abs, big-booty and huge tits were straining to break free of her super tight bodysuit.  She looked amazing and she revelled in feeling the hungry stares of men and women alike as they passed her.  "I'm a fucking Goddess," she laughed as she strutted down the street in her new boots, heading for home.

Entering the house, Melissa found Dan in the living room and beckoned him with a finger.  "Come with me. I'm horny and I want you to fuck me."

They entered the bedroom and Dan excitedly unzipped Melissa out of her latex suit - her smooth, naked body ready to be ravished.  She smiled excitedly as she pushed him onto the bed and drawing the curtains lit a number of candles.  There - now things looked exactly as they had on the DVD.  Dan seemed confused, but also turned on as Melissa straddled him and with an excited gasp lowered herself onto his cock.

"Oooooh, yes," she groaned loving how good it felt to finally be the bitch of her dreams as she began to gyrate her hips and ride her husband, just as she'd seen on the video. 

"Oh my God Melissa, your pussy feels so tight... it's amazing," groaned Dan.  

"I've been working out," purred Melissa as she fucked her man.  "Tell me that you like the bitchy new me, tell me how much you love that I've become more like your ex-wife."

"Ohhhh yes, I love what you've become, I don't know why or how, but it turns me on so much."

"Good boy," purred Melissa as she increased her bounces.  "I love what a bad girl I'm turning into and it feels like there is still so much more for more to do."

Cassie watched proudly as Melissa took control of Dan and made him her pussy slave.  Corrupting the other woman had been so much fun and there was still so much more to do.  A bit more gas-lighting and Melissa would be even bitchier.  Cassie was wondering if eventually she could even make the other woman worse than she had ever been.

It was definitely going to be fun to try...

****

EPILOGUE (Weeks later)

Ghosts don't sleep - but they do fade in and out from time to time. Cassie had been somewhere else when she was suddenly rudely pulled into reality.

She was in a room - her living room - only there were candles lit everywhere. This wasn't something she had planned... what was happening?

In the middle of the room around the table sat Melissa and Dan. They were holding hands and Melissa had her head thrown back as in rapture.

"Hear me... spirit of this place. I summon thee and bind thee. Thou shalt obey me."

"Honey are you sure this is a good idea? You don't really believe there is a ghost do you?"

Melissa's lips twitched into an evil smile. "Oh yes honey. There is a ghost and I know who she is. But don't worry - I know how to deal with her."

Cassie felt a flash of panic and admiration. How had Melissa learnt of her existence - she thought she had been careful.

"Oh spirit of Cassie. I bind thee and summon thee into my body. All your bitchiness, all your knowledge shall be mine. I absorb thee and consume thee. Make me even more powerful!"

Cassie tried to fight, but her spirit was being pulled towards Melissa. She screamed as she was sucked into the other woman, her personality and consciousness unravelling as Melissa greedily sucked her up and consumed the concentrated evil.

Melissa screamed in pleasure, her tits swelling up even bigger and her body becoming hotter and stronger as she absorbed all of Cassies power, knowledge and memories.

In moments it was done. The ghost was no more and now only the fully evolved bitch Melissa remained.

"Mmmmh," she giggled stretching her slutty body with pride. "I love how it feels to be such a fucking bitch. Now I have ALL the power."

"Did you banish the ghost my love?" stuttered Dan.

"What ghost?" smirked Melissa fake innocently. "You must be imagining things. There was never any ghost and if there was - well she isn't a problem anymore."

Laughing cruelly Melissa strode off leaving her pussy whipped gas lit husband to tidy up the room.

She was the only bitch around here now and she wouldn't be manipulated by a ghost.

She was the gas-lighter now... and she loved it.

[crusty-chronicles]

BONUS AIRHEADED S/O HEADCANNONS: Yusuke (Yu Yu Hakusho)

He likes to act like he's some callous tough guy, but really he's a huge softie.

Can get annoyed by your dullness, but other than that this boy is whipped

Yusuke is the furthest thing from book smart, but he's very street smart.

You on the other hand, aren't smart at all.

The amount of times he's had to pull you out of oncoming traffic is insane.

Not a single scratch on your either

But when HE wanders out in the street to get some kid's ball, he ends up getting hit by a car. 

Yusuke's known you since he and Keiko were in diapers. 

And even then he thought you were a strange kid.

I'm sorry? Did you just ask him if he could smell what purple tastes like??? While coloring with a red crayon?

You put your baby teeth under the bed? So the monsters don't get hungry???

No you cannot have some of his mother's ‘juice.’

He was never the best at making new friends, and you'd been around long enough for him to grow fond of your strange habits. So~he didn't mind you tagging along.

Especially when he'd reached junior high and his bad boy facade really ramped up.

Always getting into fights, always ditching school, always getting into trouble just because he could.

It should've come as no shock that you'd get after him for his behavior. Like the rest of the people in his life.

You'd caught him one day after school. Yusuke having been in a fight, which he of course was punished for by Iwamoto. Even though he wasn't the one that started it.

You had grabbed his arm, thinking he was skipping again.

But when he turned around you could see various scratches littering his face, along with a purple swelling under his eye.

“What happened?” You asked.

“None of your business.” He dismissed.

He was already having a bad day. He didn't need you to accidentally make it worse. Yet as always, you didn't seem to get the hint.

“Did you get into a fight?”

“I said it was none of your business.” He snapped before adding, “Not like I need another lecture today.” 

Keiko had chewed him out enough, and he still had his mom to deal with at home. And now you wanted to nag him too? Great. Just great.

He waited for the inevitable “How could you be so careless!” And, “What were you thinking!”

Instead he was met with silence.

He looked up and noticed your hurt expression before you turned to leave.

Instantly he started to panic.

For whatever reason, he couldn't stand to see you upset at him. You, who always had something to say with your dopey smile. Who always tried to help even if you didn't know how.

No, he didn't like your downcast expression at all.

So this time it was him stopping you.

“Hey! I didn't mean it like that…Look, I got jumped, okay? But I put those bastards in their place, so don't worry about it.” He decided to test his luck and hug you.

When you didn't tense up or pull away, he allowed himself to relax against you.

 “Let's just go home.” 

“Okay…Wait, does that mean we're having a sleepover?”

He gave a small laugh before grabbing your hand and leading you to his house.

Safe to say he's got a huge soft spot for you.

Your spirit awareness is even higher than Kuwabara’s.

You were probably the only person who could see Yusuke's ghost floating around after he died.

Asking him “why are you haunting my house?” 

He figures he might as well explain his situation, much to Botan's dismay. But when was he to ever care about the rules.

It's during that time he finally gets to see you fight.

10/10 your biggest cheerleader.

He'd asked you to watch over Kuwabara when the doofus had promised not to fight for a whole week.

You two got along well, which wasn't surprising considering you had not a single brain cell to spare for hostility.

It wasn't long before the two of you were cornered by a rival junior high gang. You'd told Kuwabara to run on ahead and that you'd catch up.

That was when the leader decided to run his mouth. What would inevitably be his undoing.

“Now that Urameshi’s dead, this turf is ripe for the taking.”

It was probably the first time Yusuke's ever seen you actually mad.

“What did you say?” 

One minute. That's all it took for you to beat the gang of seven.

Using one of them like a bowling ball and throwing him towards the rest of them.

All the while Yusuke is cheering in the background above you.

“Aim for the kneecaps! You got them, Y/n! Toss the bastard again!”

He's very proud of you. And his pride only swells when your strength grows along with his.

Joining the dark tournament and still kicking ass. Winning most of your matches with hardly a scratch. Except for Toguro. We don't talk about that shhhh!

Like I said he can get annoyed, but he usually puts up really well with your antics.

You call Kurama rose boy, not because of his powers, but because as you put it, “His hair’s the color of roses.”

It fits, but for the wrong reasons.

You steal Hiei's bandage around his eye, and Yusuke is practically fighting for his life to stop him from attacking you.

“You're supposed to look someone in the eyes when you talk to them. All your eyes.”

And he's crying trying to stop his laughter before Hiei sets his sights on him next.

You once mimicked his spirit gun with your hand and actually shot out a beam.

His mother never did let him live it down with the huge hole in the ceiling.

The realization he liked you wasn't some great build up or special moment. 

He just woke up one day and decided it was you. 

His reason for trying to be a little better as a person. Why he was fighting so hard during both tournaments. Why he was so willing to die in his battle with Sensui.

He doesn't get the chance to confess. No…You do it first.

Right after he'd won and became in control of his body after defeating Sensui, you wrapped your arms around him and kissed him.

Pressing your forehead softly to his.

“I'm so happy you're okay.”

Yusuke can get jealous, especially if the other person doesn't get the hint.

And if someone's flirting with you before you're together. 

He likes to glare over your shoulder until they get nervous and leave. Then he'll feign an innocent look when you turn around.

But if he's with people he trusts, he doesn't bat an eye. They know he'll throw down over your affections.

Yusuke can be romantic, but only when he really tires. Usually he prefers to tease you.

Expect to be called: babe, baby, sugar, hot stuff, and if he's feeling really vulnerable- sweetheart.

If he wants to be a menace to everyone around him he'll slip in a ‘pookiebear.’ But never unironically.

You know how he proposes to Keiko at the end of the series?

With you he knows a normal proposal won't work. So he just kinda puts the idea out there.

“You're gonna have to buy your own cups when we're married. It's getting harder and harder to find ones that fit with our house’s aesthetic.”

"We should have a beach house wedding, dont’cha think? Maybe Hiei will finally show up that way."

“Y/n? You mean my wife/husband? The love of my life?”

And it pays off.

You bring him a little box one day and tell him to open it.

Inside is a small gold ring.

“I found a ring so we can be married for real!” 😃

Yup, you're definitely the one. You and your small brain and big heart.

MASTERLIST

AN: I'm gonna try and balance out my hxh and yu yu hakusho fics so everyone eats good. 👀👀👀

[doe-eyed-fool]

Fear Of The Known

Lucifer x Fem!Angel!Reader

|Chapter Two|

Warning(s): Heavy Angst, Little Comfort

Y/n could not bare to face Lucifer after that. She knew already what would come of that meeting, and sure enough, Lucifer's ideas were rejected. Even if Y/n wanted to see him, and deep down she really did, Lucifer was never around.

His absences only lead Y/n to believe he had finally met with Lilith, Adam's ex wife. It would only go downhill from now. Chaos was just around the corner. Soon, Heaven would enter an era of disharmony.

Sin was unleashed upon the world, due to Lucifer and Lilith's actions. And for this, the two would be severely punished.

But not before Lucifer was placed on trial.

Y/n would not be there for Lucifer's trial. But that didn't stop the head Seraphim from questioning her beforehand. About an hour before the trail would take place, Sera would call for Y/n, seeking her vision of the future.

Y/n had the worst feeling as she stepped foot into that courtroom. Sera was not the only one present. Even Joel was there.

Y/n felt her stomach drop as Joel's eyes fell onto her. His expression was unreadable, only adding to Y/n's anxiety.

Of course he would be here. He was the overseer of all Heaven's laws, after all. And this case was something Joel would absolutely need to be present for. This case would determine Lucifer's fate, though, Y/n knew what lies in store for him.

Y/n exhaled shakily before stepping to the center of the courtroom. She looked up at Sera as she spoke. "You called for me, Sera?"

"Yes." Sera starts. "I'm sure you're more than aware of Lucifer's transgressions. Which is why I've summoned you here before his trial is to begin." Her eyes pierced Y/n's own, she sighs before speaking again.

"Did you not see this coming? How couldn't you? Heaven is in disarray trying to fix Lucifer's mess. The Earth is now corrupted by sin, and there is no undoing it. How has a future like this slipped your mind?"

Y/n tried keeping her composure. "I did see this potentially happening. My vision of the future is never one straight line. There are millions of possible futures that could occur, and this was one of them unfortunately."

"If that's true." Joel spoke up, catching the room's attention. "Then why didn't you warn us ahead of time? Possibility or not, it would have still been a problem. One we might have taken proper precautions to avoid."

Y/n, still calm, explained. "There are many other possible futures that could have ended up like this one. If this future was prevented, who's to say another wouldn't be similar or exactly like it?"

"You are to say." Sera says sternly. "It is your duty to say what will be. If there is a chance something as disastrous as this could happen, it is up to you to warn us."

"Even if there are thousands of futures like this?" Y/n questions. Why did it feel as if she were the one on trial? Well...She might as well be. She did hide this outcome from everyone after all. They suspected her of lying, and they were right to do so.

"If that's what it takes." Said Sera. "Heaven has never faced anything like this. And with it's population growing, we can not allow for something like this to happen again. The Earth was not spared from corruption. Heaven, most certain will not meet the same fate."

"She's right." Joel nods. "We can't have an event as atrocious as this to ever occurring again. So, Y/n, we highly advise you be more cautious of futures like this from now own. For your sake, and for the sake of Heaven. Understood?"

Y/n inwardly sighed, she nods her head. "Of course. I will not let this happen again."

"Good, that will be all. The trial will begin soon." Joel says to her. And with that, Y/n swiftly takes her leave.

The day had gone from bad to worse, though, Y/n expected as much. She knew that trial would end with Lucifer falling from Heaven. Knowing this, she couldn't bare to be there to witness it happen. She's already seen enough.

For the next few weeks, Y/n would barely leave her home. But that didn't stop the seemingly unending questions about what will come next. The people of Heaven were anxious, and only sought comfort in knowing the future would bring more good than bad.

After that day, Heaven has been on high alert and rules have become far stricter.

The Archangels, Seraphims, and even God himself would do everything in their power to keep something like that from ever happening again.

And with this, would mean Y/n using her gift to view the future more than she had ever before. It was starting to become exhausting. But it was her duty, she could not allow herself to falter.

And she had no one to blame but herself. Had she warned everyone of that future, maybe none of this would have happened.

Today would be another day of questioning, Y/n was drained. And just when she thought she had a moment to relax, there was another knock at her door. She stifled a groan before answering it.

Upon seeing who was on the other side of the door, Y/n immediately straightened her posture and bowed her head respectfully.

"Haha...You uh, don't have to do that."

Didn't she? They were God's right hand! Y/n rose her head and tried to ignore her fast heartbeat. "Hello Galim. Is there something I can assist you with?"

Galim shrugs. "Something like that. I came to ask you if you would visit Michael. He...hasn't been himself since Lucifer's departure. I'm starting to get worried. And I'm not the only one." They say with a sigh. "People are starting to get antsy and I'm trying my best to keep them as calm as possible. Michael is one of the more inspirational angels, and his absence is starting concerning others."

"We've already lost one bright star...we can't afford to loose another." Galim says under their breath.

Y/n nods, guilt started to build in her chest. "But, wait. Why me?" She asks.

"Well, everyone else is still doing damage control. And, Michael called for you himself." Galim answered. Y/n's eyes widened slightly. "He called for me personally?"

Galim nods. "I can take you there, if you'd like." They offer their hand to her. Y/n graciously takes it. "Thank you, Galim."

"Of course." Galim snapped their fingers and in an instant, they were right outside of Michael's home. "Well, I'll be off then. There's much work to be done."

"I'm sorry to have drawn you away from it." Y/n apologized. Galim waves their hand dismissively. "Don't fret. This was an important matter, I'm glad you could help me with."

"Yes, of course." Y/n nods. "Goodbye then." Galim says with a smile before teleporting elsewhere.

Y/n looked up at the doors before her. She inhaled deeply and exhaled before knocking. The doors opened, welcoming her inside. She walked through the foyer before the doors gently came to a close behind her.

"Michael?" She calls out. After a few seconds of silence, she was suddenly enveloped in bright golden smoke. And just like that, she was moved to a different part of the home.

"Hello, Y/n."

Y/n turned to see Michael sitting at a desk, head in one of his hand, while the other held a tiny porcelain duck. He was focused on the small sculpture as he moved it around his finger and thumb.

"Hello, Michael. How are you doing?" Asked Y/n. Michael shrugs. "Better, I guess. Gabriel has been checking on my injury every now and then." Y/n glances at one of Michael's wings. His looked near identical to Lucifer's. His wings weren't the only thing they shared in looks.

The two were practically twins. They only thing that kept people from actually calling them as such, was Michael's height. He was slightly taller than Lucifer. Though, when they were young, they grew at the same rate. It wasn't until Lucifer's late teen years did he stop growing.

Still their faces were a perfect match. Eventually Michael had to start styling his hair differently to keep others from confusing him with Lucifer.

"It's not broken, not anymore." Michael says. "The rest of my body healed quickly."

"I see." Y/n mutters. "Um, you wanted to see me, yes?"

"I did." Michael nods. He sets the small duck down onto the desk, his eyes finally meeting her own. Y/n didn't miss how empty they looked. "I wanted to ask you something."

"Alright." Y/n nods. "What is it?"

"Did you know my brother would fall?" Michael asks, his voice wavered ever so slightly. Y/n's gaze fell to the ground as she answered. "I did."

"And you said nothing?"

Y/n sighed shakily. "I...I told Lucifer."

Michael raised an eyebrow. "You did?"

"I didn't tell him that he would fall. But I did tell him that his plan would not come to fruition. But he wouldn't listen. And...I just didn't want to crush his dreams." Y/n explained, then exhaled. "But I realize how selfish that was now. I won't ever make a mistake like that again."

Michael's eyes fell onto the duck for a moment before focusing on her again. He sighed. "I am no position to judge you for you choice. I can't honestly say I wouldn't do the same."

This surprised Y/n a bit. She looked back up at him, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Lucifer is my brother. Had I known how passionate he was about that dream of his was...I don't think I would have had the heart to tell him it wouldn't work." Michael places his hand on his temple. "But..." A shaky breath leaves Michael.

"I would have preferred to break his heart, rather than draw my sword against him."

Y/n could hear the pain dripping from Michael's words. He wasn’t over the fight he had with his brother, nor his departure. "I'm so sorry, Michael. I know that was hard for you."

"It is my duty to protect the people of Heaven. I just never thought I'd had to protect them from him." Michael says bitterly. He takes a breath. "I am not the only one hurting it seems." His gaze was on Y/n once again.

Y/n fought back the tears that threatened to gather in her eyes. "I would never wished this upon Lucifer. Or anyone."

"You and him were close. He was looking for you in that courtroom, I could tell."

With that, the tears broke through and fell down her face. She brought a hand to her face and turned away from Michael. "I'm sorry." She sniffles.

"It's alri-." Michael starts, but Y/n beats him to it. "It's not! I wanted so badly not to hurt him, I wanted to save him from his fate! But I only hurt him anyway, and I did nothing to stop it! If only I had went to that trial, maybe I could have defended him somehow!" She cries.

"He wanted me there with him at that meeting. And I refused to go all because I was too afraid. I told him his dream couldn't come true. Oh Michael...he looked so betrayed..."

You barely heard Michael approaching you through your weak sobs, until he pulled you into a hug.

"It's not like him and I left on good terms either. I understand. But we could have only done so much. You know how Lucifer is. When he wants to do something, he will do it. Try not to blame yourself, Y/n. If he knew that you were only trying to protect him, he would have understood. And I'm sure he's forgiven you."

Y/n choked out another sob as she hid her face in Michael's chest. She would have given anything to speak with Lucifer one last time. She would have endlessly apologized for failing him. Y/n hated herself for not trying harder to keep him safe.

She would never be the same again, not without Lucifer. Not when knowing she did little to nothing to stop him. And for thousands of years, he would be a constant and painful reminder of how she had failed.

But never again. Y/n was given her gift for a reason. And so, she would dedicate her time into making sure the future would bring nothing but safety and contentment for all in Heaven.

No matter the cost...

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@bloody-delusion-expert

[creature-wizard]

People who say 'oh you just don't want to admit bad things are happening to kids' don't understand that we do think terrible things are happening, it's just that the majority of it isn't organized and bad things can randomly happen to people perpetrated by people who are not categorically evil masterminds but by a lot of different kinds of people who have no idea how much damage they're doing (this does not excuse their actions)

Anybody can do bad things. They can even think they're doing something right and moral even though they aren't.

Yeah, yeah exactly. I think many of us are extremely aware that there are a lot of terrible things happening to many vulnerable people, including a lot of children. And I think most of us are aware that a lot of abuse is in some sense organized (for example, the abuses that went on in NXIVM).

Like, the actual reasons people are critical of this Project Monarch stuff is because:

Alter programming (specifically the type described here, in case any dipshit wants to try and project something I'm not actually talking about here) has allegedly been practiced since at least the mid-20th century, and not a single piece of literature written by or for the programmers (such as programming manuals, programming session records, programming scripts, or lists of access codes) has ever turned up anywhere.

Millions of people would have to be in on it, and each one would have to be a hypercompetent mastermind to keep their activities this well-hidden for this long. Every programmer would have to be a hypercompetent mastermind to not kill, severely disable, and/or severely disfigure most of the people they're trying to program with the methods they supposedly use.

Millions of alleged cult members supposedly practice human sacrifice on a regular basis (sacrifices are allegedly mandated for several holidays, every pregnancy-capable cult member must allegedly sacrifice their firstborn, and numerous programming rituals allegedly require the death of babies or children), but literally no evidence (like dead bodies, high numbers of missing children, or vanished pregnancies) supports this.

The so-called "experts" constantly out themselves as credulous clucks by repeating information that can be definitively traced back to very specific and known conspiracy theorists (like, you don't go around claiming the Babylonian Brotherhood is a thing unless you're getting your information from the Christofascist conspiracy theorists who still take Alexander Hislop seriously) or is scientifically impossible (like claiming that switching alters can make a person's eyes change from blue to brown).

We know that trance states don't allow you to access perfectly preserved memories. You can come up with literally anything under a trance. Hell, the first person to "remember" SRA in a trance (Michelle Pazder) is herself proof of this, because investigations into Michelle's claims revealed that they couldn't have happened - like her yearbook photo showing her healthy and fine at the time when she was allegedly being tortured every which way by the cult.

We know that what might appear to be a spontaneous recollection of an old memory might not be what it seems, either. (Plenty of New Agers spontaneously "remembered" fragments of perceived past lives based on New Age pseudohistory.)

There is just no getting around the fact that literally everyone promoting this idea at this point was influenced by Dr. Lawrence Pazder and very often Fritz Springmeier. Once you start tracing everybody's sources back and start doing the research, this fact is inescapable.

And, once again, not a single goddamn piece of literature written by or for the programmers has ever turned up in the 70+ years people have supposedly been practicing this.

Want more information on the origins of the Project Monarch alter programming conspiracy theory, and how we know it's a conspiracy theory? Click here.

[zionistgirlie]

Since you're Israeli, I figured I'd ask what you think Israel's end goal in the war should be.

Ideally, in a perfect world, I think some sort of two-state solution would be ideal. However, logistically, I don't think it's feasible because: 1. the Gaza Strip and Judea & Samaria are not connected and it's hardly ever feasible when a country is separated like that. 2. The more obvious reason being that without Israeli control, the people will keep trying to launch large scale terror attacks.

We don't live in a perfect world, we live in one where the majority of Palestinians are hell-bent on destroying Israel because they can't fathom sharing the land with Jews. So I don't think a two-state solution would work until/unless deradicalization takes place.

Should the land be given to Jordan? Or annexed into Israel proper with all the people becoming Israeli citizens? The latter seems extremely dangerous given the amount of radicalization, and I don't know too much about Jordan's interest in Palestine.

Should Israel keep occupying the Palestinian territories? I think that's the solution I'm most in favor of. It's the most feasible, from a logistic standpoint. I know people would probably be enraged because "occupation" but that really does seem like the best solution to me. It keeps Israelis alive and safe.

Also, I believe Trump said something about America being involved. I dislike American imperialism as much as your average person, but I think maGAZA doesn't sound like a bad plan. Getting America directly involved in the Gaza Strip would seem helpful

Please correct me if I've stated anything wrong and also let me know what you think! Everybody online likes to act like they're experts on this conflict when most of them couldn't point to Israel on a map prior to 2023, and I feel like nobody ever asks actual Israelis living in Israel.

First of all, I'm super honoured to be asked! So thank you very much. I agree with your final paragraph. People like to talk over the heads of both actual Israelis and actual Gazans when it comes to talking about the war. Israelis are vilified, and Gazans are fetishised or coddled, which I sometimes find to be a worse fate.

ה' שפתיי תפתח ופי יגיד תהילתך. I pray G-d will give me the right words, let's dive in!

Israel has made it very clear that their end goal in the war is getting the hostages back and disarming Hamas for good. However, I think those two goals are sometimes contradictory, as well as being too little, too late. As you said, Gazans have been radicalised for the past 20 years (and let's just say they weren't the biggest fans of Israel and the Jews before that as well). At this point, it matters little if we kick Hamas leadership abroad, as they'll still be able to radicalise and oversee their population. I don't know if non-Israelis know this, but Hamas has both Gaza/Judea and Samaria branches as well as branches abroad (including but not limited to Syria, Lebanon and Qatar). Allowing any other Gazan terror organisation to rule Aza, or the PLO, might rid us of a Hamas leadership, but the terrorism would continue (anacdotically, I find it funny how Gazans want Abbas to rule Aza as well, whilst the Arabs of Judea and Samaria hadn't had an election in 19 years because Abass is too scared Hamas would win).

I oppose handing the land to anyone other than its rightful owner, with a divine promise as well as 2000 years of history as title deed— the people of Israel. Neither now or ever. The Torah of Israel, to the people of Israel, in the land of Israel. Historically speaking, we're talking a three-state solution, since the "palestinians" already got Jordan, which was historically Jewish.

I radically object to the term "occupying the Palestinian territories". Israel does not occupy the parts of Judea and Samaria known as the PA, and even if it had, it wouldn't be more occupying than the Ukrainian occupation of Crimea. There has been a persistent Jewish presence in Judea and Samaria since biblical times to now. Jordan occupied this territory in 1948. Israel released it in 1967. It's Israel, it's Jewish, and it has always been. If an occupation renders the land as one's property (which, if it had, the land would have been Jordanian and not "Palestinian", even if there isn't a difference between the two), then i can't see why occoping it for 19 years renders it somehow "Palestinian", and yet "occuping" it for 30 does not render it Jewish. It wouldn't fit the definition of an occupation according to the international law, and here's a detailed video I think I used before, but perhaps not in a post. I could make a post about settlements as well, if that's something you're interested in.

I assume you use this term out of ignorance and not in an antisemitic double standard, but it jumped out of the post so I had to mention it.

But that's a good question. Although you're mixing Judea and Samaria and Aza here (unless those are two separate questions), these are separate territories that are run by different entities (although genocidal to the same extent).

Regarding Aza:

I don't know about American imperialism. It seems like Trump is trying to keep America out of too many external problems right now, which has become very clear with Ukraine and Russia. Israel is an exception in that it is almost America's only ally in the Middle East (which Ukraine cannot claim). I think America has a few other allies in the Gulf region, like the UAE, but in terms of our area (Israel, Egypt, Syria, Lebanon and so on), we are the only ones who are also a (more or less) stable democracy. We are very aware that America is not our friend just because of our pretty face. It is in the American interest to be our ally for a number of reasons, which I will not go into right now. It also seems that the American interest in making things easier for the Gazans is related to the fact that it has something to do with Israel, because there is a lot of suffering in the world that I don't know how much America is trying to improve (and that is not their job to). Syria and Congo come to mind.

I think the Trump plan is good. I think Israel should encourage the Trump plan, encourage voluntary immigration, and create a demilitarised zone, controlled by the IDF or by an international body, like the demilitarised zone between North and South Korea. The Gazans have proven that they cannot be trusted to share a border with us. I also think we should annex part of Gaza—it doesn’t have to be huge—so that Israeli citizens can build settlements there. The rationale here is to right a historical wrong, and also to create deterrence. The Gazans in general and Hamas in particular need to see what happens when they invade the country and commit crimes against humanity. The only way to create deterrence with them is by taking territory.

As horrible as it may sound to the delicate ears of the Westerner, these are people who will stop at nothing to conquer Israel and murder every Jewish man, woman, and child, and for whom death is a desirable, even blessed, outcome. To die as martyrs, and for their children to die as martyrs, is their dream, and they say so themselves. Of course, Hamas and UNRWA have been indoctrinating them for twenty years, and the religion of Islam for… over twenty years. And yet, if these are people who do not shy away from death, even rejoice in it, how can they be deterred?

I would also really like there to be some kind of international occupation of Gaza for de-radicalization purposes, like after World War II in Germany. They say you can't kill an idea, but the fact is that in most of Germany, it worked.

I don't think we'll be able to achieve voluntary emigration of all 2 million Gazans, and unfortunately, I also don't think that's the direction Israel wants to take. If it were possible to de-radicalize them, that would be really nice, of course, it would require a radical change in all international bodies. No one told the Nazis that they were absolutely right to murder in large numbers because of a war they started 80 years ago and lost…

These are my opinions and mine alone; they do not represent the mainstream mindset in Israeli society and are even more to the right than the government (not that our government is too right-wing), but I stand behind them. I think they are the least bad option. Given that we must navigate hostile international institutions, a murderous jihadist population, and international laws, this is my answer.

We will conclude with a prayer for the return of the hostages and for the protection of the hostages, the Israeli soldiers, and the security forces.

כִּי מַלְאָכָיו יְצַוֶּה לָּךְ לִשְׁמָרְךָ בְּכָל דְּרָכֶיךָ.

[shenzaibird-art]

A Discussion of Soulmagic

Verloren presented his research notes to his latest visitor as he described the process of pulling magic directly from a creature's soul instead of just the physical body, a concept that none had attempted before him. He had been explaining the exact same thing to several different people lately and more often than not he was met with disdain and skepticism. He was so tired of all these mages who seemingly couldn't embrace new ideas telling him that this was too complicated and irregular to be worth it. But he did not mind what they thought about his work and continued to discuss it with others when he had the chance, trying to find more folks who could have interesting ideas for his consideration. Verloren had heard about Hyden's impressive magic skills, and how he was particularly interested in darker magics. Would he be able to see the true potential of soulmagic?

Hyden belongs to @chocodile! Just borrowing him for a sec haha

Long stupid excessive ramblings below :'D

I was working on this for a long time. Kinda had it planned for a few years actually, before I even redesigned Verloren and got obsessed with him! They're both evil mages who caused chaotic historical events and then eventually faced The Consequences and lost their powers, so I felt like there was a lot of room for crossovers hehe. I started actually working on this in December and totally thought I'd finish in January but... oh well I guess that didn't happen xD

Unfortunately, all this time spent working on this pic has allowed me to come up with a fuckton of headcanon about it, and I could not rest without spilling all of it in an obnoxiously long wall of text.

So, if I were to steal Hyden and adapt him into my setting, I think he would be a Grand Augur of Necromagic from a kingdom neighbor to Houndsdagger. Augur is a word I stole because it looks cool, but in my setting it basically means a mage that works for the kingdom and does magic research. A Grand Augur is a higher rank than an augur, typically has earned the title through their experience, but also usually they're nobles or important people. They get a seat at the royal council of magic and stuff. So yeah I think that would fit him kinda. And necromagic because it allows for some of the most powerful crafts... and because it's typically the most potentially evil of the magics lol

This probably would take place when Verloren's work with soulmagic was starting to attract private clients looking for dark powerful magics, so Hyden might have heard the rumors about a mage in Houndsdagger who could make magic from souls (of animals but also of people obviously). At first, he might have thought it was nonsense like witchcraft (non-standard magic that a lot of people consider superstition) but maybe he might have grown a bit interested once he learned that this was apparently some extremely powerful form of magic. So on the next opportunity he had to visit Houndsdagger, Hyden decided to check it out and meet this Augur Verloren.

I think this interaction could go well, but it could also go really bad.

Verloren is known for being difficult to work with and straight up hostile at times. He's very quick to judge and will not work with you if he decides that he dislikes you for any reason, so the way that Hyden approaches him would matter a lot. Some things about Verloren that I think would influence Hyden's opinions of him:

- Verloren is just an augur, and augurs typically serve under Grand Augurs, so Hyden is technically above him, although he doesn't exactly have any authority over him since he's from a different kingdom. - Verloren is also not noble or anything like that, AND he's from Vykrest. The Vykrest are a bit more animal-like in some of their ways (like growling, biting, running on all fours at times), which makes people from outside think they're somewhat uncivilized or primitive. Doesn't help their image that they're typically wary of outsiders, with some of their cities restricted to their kind alone. - Verloren also usually appears kinda arrogant, like in a "I don't have time for you" sorta way, which pisses off a lot of people who think that he should bow down to them.

But I think if Hyden is interested in what he has to offer, he would be wise enough to treat him well no matter what he actually thinks of him. And unless the other person is being actually rude to him, Verloren enjoys talking about his work and showing what he's capable of even if he doesn't like them. (It's the part of working with/for someone he hates that he won't do.)

Verloren's work is very complex and his notes and diagrams might seem to make no sense, so Hyden might be skeptical at first, but he'd probably change his mind after some demonstrations of soulmagic's power. I think he would be especially interested when Verloren gets to the part about the Triangle Workyn of Ravenbone, a craft that could permanently increase one's magic ability.

So at this point, if the conversation was going well, they might try to make a deal. Verloren offered his soulmagic services for a cost, but he was very picky about what that cost would be. He was not interested in wealth and instead he would ask his potential client what they could offer that would be really worth his time. Hyden probably would have some interesting magic knowledge to share... or maybe he would offer Ambroys' blood. I have some thoughts about what this would mean in my setting but I guess I can spare you of those ramblings and leave for some other time since it's not directly related to this pic anyway.

Aside from that payment, there would be the materials required for the craft, and for the Triangle Workyn of Ravenbone that included three victims, with their souls bound to their skulls (the process that allows you to use a soul in magic), who should be made to kill each other in order. Verloren would provide the soul-bind spells but Hyden would have to find victims and handle the killings on his own (which I think he'd be pretty capable of doing.) So once Hyden had all the required materials, they'd meet again to do the Triangle Workyn of Ravenbone on him. If everything went right, congratulations! Hyden can now output a lot more magic at once, making all of his spells stronger. Also, his bones are black now (that's what the Ravenbone in the name is about), and possibly a bit stronger too.

Overall, I think they would get along ok, but not exactly amazingly. More of a "I guess I can deal with this guy" sort of thing despite obviously having some shared interests. They'd probably have pretty good conversations about magic, but that alone.

But what if their conversation actually didn't go so nice? If Verloren refused to work with Hyden, how would he react? How would he feel about this random lowly wild-dog of a person having some unbelievably powerful magic rivaling his own and not being able to get it for himself? During Verloren's time as an augur, he gathered several enemies who'd plot his demise and attempt to have him killed and steal his work, and I think maybe Hyden might have been one of those. Eventually, some of his most influential enemies end up convincing the king of Houndsdagger to have Verloren exiled, and maybe Hyden could have been involved. It turned out to be a terrible idea however.

Ahhhh there would be more, but I think it might already be enough and maybe I should shut up...

Sorry I guess I fanfic'd too hard about our evil mages coexisting :'D

[not-5-rats]

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Nobody benefits from Bugs escape, it's unlikely much good will come from it

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Sure Bug got to live another day but the weight of knowing they're all after them, knowing they can never return to their normal life, they'll forever be labelled as a traitor no matter what they did next, it eats away at them, infecting the back of their mind, rotting it right through. They're scared and constantly alert, they can't rest, they can't take care of themself and they're on the verge of total collapse, each day drawing them closer and closer to total insanity

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Bodie's already stressed out of his mind, mean he's been trying to keep Timmy and himself hidden out here, now he has to stop Bug from runnung out there too!? It was hard enough before, now Bug's in genuine danger, if Bug doesn't go crazy he might. He tries not to let it show, he tries to keep up his duty as 'guardian' and carer for those in the swamps...but it's clear things aren't alright, he doesn't talk as much and his voice seems strained whenever he does. He's struggling, but this is his job right? It's what he's meant to do. He wants to do this, to care, to shield, but...he'd be lying if he said it wasn't hard

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Would you rather die or live knowing your entire life had just flipped on its head? Everything you knew has changed, nothing will ever be as it was. Could you ever accept an entierly new reality? Balancing mourning with moving, accept the past whilst embracing the new era. Could you ever face what Timmy was forced to? For years he'd lived not having a family, he had his father figure, somewhere between a father and a brother, and sure, he was family...but Timmy knew he'd never know where he came from, who he came from. He knew himself to be a gator, nothing more, he had his odd traits, his unique features but he was still a gator. That's what he knew, all his life, this was the truth in his mind. Yet somehow, in one day, the world he knew had fallen apart and he was thrown into a different dimension, a place he was unfamiliar with. His parents, they were alive, they were here, they...they didn't know him. It was so weird, he finally met those who made him, the ones responsible for his existence and they knew nothing about him...the only thing they knew was the thing he'd been unaware of, he knew who he was, but they knew what he was. Part dragon. He wasn't a weird gator. He was a gator-dragon thing. Such a large part of his identity turned out not to be entierly true. When your understanding of yourself is pulled out from under you and you're sent falling how do you move past that? How do you refind what you were sure you'd never lose?

Not only does he have to find himself, he has to find out where in his life his parents will fit. They're staying with him for now, they're a part of his life...but what part are they playing? Could he ever see them as what they were meant to be? The emotional spot of 'father' had been filled by the same person for years, his entire life, how was he meant to push that aside to allow this..guy to take his place? Would he be able to fill it as well as Bodie had?...how could he know without putting himself on the brim of emotional ruins.

He'd fallen from the comforts of his home to the edge of a cliff, barely tipping on the edge. As his heels rocked against the floor he could look back and see his old home, a place where things were simpler, he didn't have to deal with these sort of pains, the questions he couldn't avoid. He knew he'd never make it back to there, return was not an option. He could stay here on the cliff, clinging to the remains of his life before, being taunted by the new void below but never committing to seeing what was down there. Or...he could let go, he could send himself tumbling, down into the darkness, he couldn't be sure what was there, good or bad, he'd only know if he let go. If he accepted the chance. The chance that maybe they could be what he needed, a family he'd never known. It could be perfect. He just had to let them try

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Oh and Marco won't get to travel for a while cause trauma and wanting to stay with the family for a bit ig

[theladysherlock]

It wasn't fair of Deryn, kissing him. She knew the story of how his father had married a woman of lesser station, and all the disasters that had resulted. It had torn Alek's family apart, and in turn had upset the balance of Europe. His father's one selfish act of true love had cost more than anyone could count.

The pope's letter might make Alek the heir to his grand uncle's throne, but it didn't alter the fact that he'd been rejected by his own family. The slightest mark against him would cast his legitimacy into doubt.

Alek couldn't allow himself to think about a commoner that way. He had a war to stop. He made a fist and wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

I WANNA TALK ABOUT ALEK'S ROMANTIC TRAUMA so we're going to do that until I get tired or I feel like I'm repeating myself

He's got a LOT of baggage around the idea of true love, or even romance in general. Obviously. Even before it got his parents killed, he's grown up completely ostracized from his family because of his mother's station. And that can be really traumatic!! It's just a bad environment to grow up in, wealth and privilege aside. Even as a little kid he MUST have known that love wasn't an option for him. If love is what made everyone hate Alek and his mom, he has to do whatever his dad should have done to keep that from happening to him. It's telling that he calls his dad "selfish" in this moment.

And that's before they got killed!!! And before he found out about the Pope's Letter! Now Alek feels personally responsible for every single person who has died in this conflict. That responsibility comes from the fact that his dad married for love, so now True Love has a body count of HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE.

It's not that he doesn't like romance, it just is something that happens to other people. It's something for Dylan and Lilit, who he (arguably) lived vicariously through. It's fun for stories, it's fun for his friends, but it's not an option for him. He's got too much trauma around the idea of being in love with someone that he can't let himself even think about the possibility.

And that's before we even look at the fact that it's Deryn. Alek's mother was a lady in waiting, which was pretty much the only thing "wrong" with her in the eyes of the aristocracy. Deryn's actually common. She has no connections to anyone or anything. That alone would be catastrophic, but THEN!! Look at her! Look at her life! She's living unaccompanied amongst men (Soldiers, even)!! She's rejected femininity and the rigid gender norms expected of polite society! She's committed several crimes to get here!! Deryn isn't "the slightest mark against him," she's a whole spilled inkpot.

At this point, there's absolutely no chance of this working. Even if he felt the same, any inklings of that would be squashed by the sheer weight of his need to save the world and the fact that he thinks the only way to do that is through the structures he's been raised in.

Side Tangents:

1. This is the last spot where I'm like "yeah Alek isn't in love with her" even though I think it could start to be something. I also think this is up for debate and this is just my interpretation (realizing now that I haven't done a disclaimer or anything in a while about how this isn't supposed to be Gospel these are just my interpretations of the book)

2. Damn it's almost like Deryn KNEW that you felt this way about your parents' relationship and didn't tell you how she felt because she didn't want to stress you out like this. It's almost as if she knows you really well and didn't want to hurt you or herself.

[yandere-fics]

♡ Dark AU Nikki ♡

You had never met your mate before despite living in the same area as her and being told about her constantly, angels weren't allowed to met their mates until they'd completed their training, after all they weren't going to waste a human on a angel who couldn't guaranteed protect their mate, if she took you and then you died it would be a waste of a human meanwhile if she died in training you could still produce more humans, humans who would wind up being soulmates to other angels. You were not allowed contact with her because they feared the moment the bond fully sunk in, she would no longer be able to tolerate you being apart from her. You knew things about her though, snippets of how her training was going, she was close to finishing her training which you had to admit made you extremely nervous, she was apparently a high ranking angel, born with 4 wings, now the number was 6 because in a world with monsters trying to eat your mates it never hurt to have more, plus with all the angels discarded in their training, spare wings were everywhere, your mate herself had discarded a number of angels, you'd seen many a human cry because the mate they never even met had been discarded and while being a human mate was bad, being a human with no mate was a far worse fate.

"Mate I don't understand why you're so scared. Come here." Those were the only words you ever heard her say in your dreams, confusing you deeply. You had always known you were going to be the soulmate of an angel, it was a fate you had grown to accept, a bad fate but there were much worse circumstances you could be under, you could be a human who had no mate, forced to have children that would be stolen from you the day they had their first dream of their soulmate, never permitted to go visit them in the zone all the human soulmates lived in together, what could she have possibly done that would make you scared of her, you'd looked every night for a clue in the dream for why you would be scared of her and yet you could find no signs, terrifying. Other people's dreams were more detailed, they could brae themselves for the horrors more but your's were simple. Nothing that would give away anything about the horror she might have been about to inflict on you. You were glad you still had the dreams though, when soulmates stopped having the dreams it meant your soulmate was close to death or had already passed. Your old roommate knew her soulmate was going to be discarded a month before it had happened, she'd tried to make a break for it but the angel caretakers had caught her quickly. Though your dreams were vague and unsettling, it was better than them stopping all together.

You'd learned her name recently, Nikolai, Nikki for short, it signified her training had almost completed, humans were always told the name of their soulmate before they meet, perhaps they wanted to wait for the name for the last second to prevent the humans from developing any silly attachments to their soulmate that would hinder them having other human children, though there were some who's soulmates were discarded even though their training had gone exceptionally well, you couldn't feel bad about the angels who had been brutally cut down, after all they knew what would happen to their soulmate if they failed yet still didn't try hard enough, sure it must have been hard for them but if the angels loved and wanted their soulmates as much as they preached, they wouldn't have been discarded. You only felt bad for the humans who no longer got to live with the soulmates, who had been let down by their mate

"Mate, your crying will only attract monsters, cease this at once." That was a completely new dream, you'd never heard of anyone having a completely new dream before, you didn't know what have changed, but it was scary. Still this one gave you more context, you were scared of her and it had to do with monsters potentially, unsettling, you had actually seen a monster in that dream, you'd never seen a monster before that, the angel caretakers would have never let one get near your place of living. You couldn't change this, at some point this week you would encounter a monster and there would be no way to stop that from occuring, a frightening thought. Even more alarming was how deadly quiet it was in the house for the morning time, no one had come to wake you up and you realized in horror your roommate wasn't in bed, her soulmate had likely been discarded. You never could seem to make it even a few months without your roommate being replaced. Still you had to get on with life, but as you wandered downstairs you locked eyes with her. Your soulmate, Nikolai, holding your roommate up by the throat, strangling her to death as the angel caretaker allowed it.

"Wait! What's happening?" Nikki shot you a glance, a scowl on her face.

"This thing tried to kill me for decommissioning her mate, she must be taught a lesson." Finally the angel caretaker stepped in, making Nikki drop her, the caretaker carrying her out of the building, it seems her mate had died, her punishment for trying to harm an angel would be minor, at least in comparison to the much worse fate she would suffer. "Come mate, I finally get to take you today, we're leaving this territory."

"What? N-no, I don't want to leave angel territory!" It was a death sentence no matter how strong she was, how did she not realize this! Your pleas didn't stop her from taking you out of the territory though, repeatedly demanding you stop crying or you would have to watch as she killed a bunch of monsters viciously. You were wrong, there were worse fates than being no longer a human mate, you could be mated to a crazy person who decided she needed to monopolize you so badly that she would willingly take you where all the monsters were.

[a-lonely-dunedain]

Narndir and Candaith were close friends

Saeradan is the one responsible for maintaining the Dunedain graveyard in the North Bree Fields, a task he imposed on himself

there was a non-zero number of young rangers that joined Golodir's company hoping to prove themselves, most of them didn't make it past Rammas Deloun. (Many other rangers hold themselves personally responsible for it)

Meneldir left his star behind when he went into his self-imposed exile. He never donned it again in life, but it was returned to him at his burial (either by Tossdir or Halbarad depending on the verse)

fun headcanons if you're feeling evil

it's Reniolind's first assignment after his sash ceremony to be stationed in the midgewater marshes

Amdir calls human or hobbit pcs 'jailbird' after the initial rescue mission

Radanir served in a big Ettenmoors conflict and at the Fords of Bruinen skirmish so he had experience being a line archer already

Calenglad swore oaths to grown Aragorn once he was of age to become chieftain, but also to Baby Estel, recently fatherless

[apocalypseornaw]

Bad Idea

Bobby told you to stay away from Sam. You knew he wasn't the same man you'd known after Dean's death, you knew he was involved with Ruby but despite all of that you had to make one final plea rather to say goodbye or remind him of who he was

Warnings: cursing,mention of blood drinking?, NSFW stuff happening

It'd taken you two days to track Sam down between hunts. You weren't sure what you would say when you got to him or even if he'd speak to you, chances were Ruby was following him around like an annoying evil bitch of a puppy that you'd love nothing more than to stab with her own knife.

You pulled up to the outside of a motel that couldn't be described as anything but shitty and you had squatted in a few abandoned houses with the boys and Bobby in the past on hunts. You weren't sure what to expect but you parked your mustang next to the impala which would always be easy to spot. You'd called ahead and had luckily guessed what alias Sam had used.

You locked your car then walked to the door of room two fifty five. You owed it to Dean and to Sam to at least try to get him to come to Bobby's with you. You knocked after checking that you had holy water in your jacket pocket and the feel of your gun at your back was a familiar weight.

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A moment later the door opened to reveal a haggard looking Sam. Dark circles under his eyes along with a hollow look in them. It hurt you to see him like this. "Y/N what are you doing here? How did you find me?" You pushed past him into the room, clocking every corner to ensure it was just him before you said "I may not be Dean but I do know you pretty well"

He raised both eyebrows slightly then a smirk almost appeared on his face but he quickly buried it "Well you found me. What do you want? I mean I'm not coming back to Bobby's" you nodded turning to face him "I figured that. Look I just wanna talk. Is it just gonna be you? I mean can I take my jacket off or am I gonna have to fight that black eyed skank before the night's out, cause honestly I haven't been having the best last few weeks either so I'm down to play either way"

He laughed at that, the sound was a hollow echo of his usual laugh. "She's not coming here" you nodded. You pulled your jacket off and draped it across his duffle bag. "Gonna lay your gun down or am I a threat?" You shrugged "I don't want to consider you a threat" you laid the gun down on top of your jacket then turned to face him. He wasn't high, he looked like maybe he'd hit withdraws, rather lack of blood from Ruby not being around or his own choice you weren't sure.

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"Why are you doing this Sam? I get it, losing Dean hurt. Hell it hurt me and Bobby too" he cut you off by shaking his head "Y/N no offense but you didn't watch your only family get ripped to shreds by a hellhound because he made a deal to save your life"

His words hurt on some level of course but you knew the Winchesters well enough to know their defense mechanisms. "He might have been your only blood left but he's not your only family Sam. I'm here, Bobby would be there for you. We love you"

He took a step towards you and it took everything in you to keep your feet planted. He wouldn't normally be a threat to you but this Sam? The air around him felt off, wrong. He wasn't quite the man you'd known for years but you knew that man was still in there. "Then why did you just drop into a fighting stance?" He asked glancing down towards your body. You hadn't realized you moved until he pointed it out, you'd done it on instinct alone.

"I haven't seen you in weeks Sam. I want to trust that I'm safe with you but some of the choices you're making doesn't help" He nodded stepping even closer to you and this time you allowed yourself the movement of stepping back, putting breathing room between you and him put also putting your back to a wall.

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You glanced towards your jacket and the gun that laid atop it. You had a knife stuck into your boot but could you really use it on Sam?

He chuckled darkly placing a hand on either side of your head meaning he effectively had you trapped between his body and the wall "You forgetting I know you too? You just clocked your gun and the knife that's in your left boot" the last words he spoke you could feel his warm breath fanning over your neck "Could you kill me? Be honest"

You turned to meet his eyes. Fuck he was close and despite everything you could feel your stomach jerk when his eyes trailed over your body. Why the hell had you come here alone? You swallowed hard "To save my life? Yeah I could kill you" he smiled "I've always loved that damn fire about you"

His head lowered to your neck, causing a gasp to escape you when his tongue flicked out over your pulse point. "I've always thought about how it would be" "What?" You asked, trying to control your breathing. This wasn't how you expected the night to go.

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He leaned back to be eye to eye with you "Why did you really come here? When I know for a fact Bobby would've told you not to, that I'm too unpredictable and unreliable now" "I couldn't say goodbye to you without it being face to face" you replied and he smiled again "So you're here to say goodbye?"

You nodded, your gaze flicking down to his lips then back up to his eyes. "Yeah, I am" "I don't think that's all you want" you couldn't think straight. So much had happened in such a short time. You'd fucking missed him so much and damn you'd wanted him for years.

"Fuck it" you muttered before pulling him down to you. The moment your lips touched his he groaned into the kiss. You tangled your fingers into his hair tugging roughly as he deepened the kiss, rolling his tongue against yours. His large hands gripped your hips tightly causing you to gasp against his lips.

He broke away from you long enough to rest his forehead against yours "You want this?" You nodded, not trusting your voice but he shook his head "Verbal confirmation Y/N" "I want this" you spoke and he grinned "Good"

His hands went to the hem of your shirt and you moved to help him pull it over your head. He chucked the thin material behind him then leaned down to take one of your clothed breasts into his mouth. "Fuck Sam" you groaned, feeling your knees weaken and the wetness between your legs grow. He smiled against your chest "I love that"

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Before you knew it he had your bra off along with his shirt and was moving to pull your jeans off your legs. "I'll take my time later but right now I want to feel that pretty little pussy stretched around me"

He kicked his jeans off then picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and lining himself up with your opening "You're sure?" He asked one final time "Just fuck me Sam" you begged and that was all it took. He buried himself inside of you with one thrust.

Your head fell back in a silent scream. Fuck he was big. He moved to support your back against the wall, catching your lips in a hungry kiss while he let you adjust to him. You chased his lips even as he pulled back to look at your face "I'm good. Just move please"

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He sat a grueling pace, each thrust of his hips making you see stars despite the chances of your back being bruised the following day from it digging into the wall behind you.

Your fingers dug into his forearms, looking for something to ground yourself amongst the pleasure coursing through your body. "Can you take more baby?" He asked and you nodded "I can take it" he shifted his hips just slightly but it was enough to push you over the edge. Your vision went hazy around the edges when your orgasm washed over you, your fingernails biting into his skin.

You could feel his thrusts getting sloppily and knew he was close. You moved your hand just enough to push his sweat soaked hair out his face "Come for me Sam. Fill me up, let me feel it" at your words his thrusts got harder and faster, his eyes screwed shut as he chased that release. His hands were gripping you hard enough to leave bruises but you didn't care. When he buried himself deep inside of you with one final thrust the feeling of his release pushed you over the edge causing you to tighten around him as another orgasm washed through you.

He laughed breathlessly leaning his forehead against yours "Was that our goodbye or can I have a little more time with you?" You turned your head to catch his lips in a lingering kiss "You can have a little more time"

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He turned with you in his arms to walk over to the bed. He laid you down, gently pulling out "I was hoping I'd get a little longer with you if this is goodbye" you reached for his hand and pulled him onto the bed with you "No more talking"

The only proof Sam had of the night between you and him ever happening was a letter he found a week later in his jacket pocket that read "Find me if you figure out where you truly belong"

He shoved it back into his pocket before following Ruby out the door of the place he was currently squatting at. He had to do things his way and you deserved better than he could give.

Part 2

[skaruresonic]

I hate the new notion of portraying Sonic as evil because he doesn't go around solving every little inconvenience that someone might potentially face

We went from "Sonic needs to do a better job ensuring the villain won't come back" to "Sonic is intentionally letting villains run wild because of his own selfish amusement" to "Sonic is a piece of shit because he didn't erase all suffering from existence"

I guess saving multiple civilizations/worlds/dimensions from being destroyed or enslaved by lunatics isn't enough anymore. Somehow it might as well be Sonic's fault that Eggman goes around committing extreme acts of terrorism.

"The world would be better without Sonic as the hero" is such a dumb conclusion because who's gonna stop Eggman and all the other nutcases running around with apocalyptic levels of power? I guarantee someone like Lanolin can't take down a Death Egg or monsters that eat existence itself.

Okay sure bad things happen even though Sonic is around. Even MORE bad things would happen if Sonic wasn't around to stop villains from continuing their onslaught. Why are we suddenly expecting absolute perfection from a character who has always been portrayed as some dude who just so happens to have awesome powers?

I guess saving multiple civilizations/worlds/dimensions from being destroyed or enslaved by lunatics isn't enough anymore. Somehow it might as well be Sonic's fault that Eggman goes around committing extreme acts of terrorism.

That's the part that gets me - pinning all of this moral quandary on Sonic is ultimately just another way of downplaying Eggman's role in his crimes, just like how "Sonic lets Eggman go" only works if you completely ignore Eggman's uncanny talent for survival. It's not Eggman's fault for wrecking shit, it's Sonic's for not playing janitor thoroughly enough.

It's cynicism. Plain and simple.

"Sonic vs. Eggman is not only old hat but it results in untold suffering and Sonic should reckon with that" - okay but imagine saying that about Mario with a straight face.

"OMG MARIO ONLY REACTS TO BOWSER AND DOESN'T CONSIDER THE SUFFERING OF THE COMMON TOAD WHEN HE WAHOOS ACROSS LAVA TO SAVE PRINCESS PEACH" like come the fuck on, you cannot be serious. Are you pulling my leg right now? Lmao and they say we take Sonic too seriously.

When you pare down these arguments to their core idea - usually just pretty rhetoric saying "Sonic games suck because they're ~~inconsistent~~," in so many words - it really starts to sound like people's problem is that Sonic and Eggman aren't psychic.

Sonic cannot know the full extent of the suffering Eggman's schemes cause on a global scale, therefore it means he doesn't care. Portraying it as a moral failure to throw the trolley switch sounds an awful lot like "Eggman can't plan because he isn't psychic and cannot account for every possible fluke ahead of time."

Yeah no shit Flynn, Project Shadow was classified top-secret. Obviously Eggman couldn't have known what it was until he stormed Prison Island and saw it for himself. Were you expecting him to know this information before he had any reason to?

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"The world would be better without Sonic as the hero" is such a dumb conclusion because who's gonna stop Eggman and all the other nutcases running around with apocalyptic levels of power? I guarantee someone like Lanolin can't take down a Death Egg or monsters that eat existence itself.

The argument seems to be that Sonic isn't a perfect hero and IDW is doing us all a service by giving him flaws and failures allegedly not provided by the games. The writers "aren't allowed" to portray Sonic losing because muh Sega mandates, so they're making Sonic lose on a more metaphorical battlefield: the battlefield of morality. So it makes total sense now that Games!Sonic's philosophy was always flawed in retrospect.

Omg such scathing meta commentary, truly a fresh new perspective on the series, now I have "official source material" to back my claims that the games suck and have always been inconsistent

And it's like. Okay. And? Lol the games have established that Sonic can be fallible sometimes. Why do folks act like the comic's breaking new ground?

...Oh, but that would entail admitting that the games don't portray Sonic as an uber-perfect Gary Stu who's always in the right. God forbid.