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kittykattysstuff · 6 months ago

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When mom's away, it's time to play!

Warning: Stepcest.

Stepdad!Toji x fem!Reader

WC: 2.2K

Summary: Your mother won't be home during the weekend due to a business trip. With her gone and the entire house to yourselves, you and your stepdad Toji get to know each other in more intimate ways.

"Bye, dear. I'll be back Monday morning." Your mom gave you a kiss on the cheek as she left the house.

"Keep Toji some company, will you? This can be a great opportunity for you two to have some father-daughter bonding time."

She smiled, giving Toji a peck before she climbed into the driver's seat of her car. You gulped. Sometimes you wondered if your mother was either too oblivious to notice the furtive glances Toji threw your way whenever you were in the same room, or if she actually noticed them, and simply didn't care, confusing his inappropriate behavior for affection.

Well, it didn't matter what your mom thought. Her opinions wouldn't change the fact that you would be spending the whole weekend alone with Toji.

"Don't worry, love. I'm sure Y/N and I will have a lot of fun together."

You pretended not to notice the sexual innuendo behind your stepdad's words. God, this was going to be a long weekend. You and Toji waved as your mom started the car and drove away.

"Finally home alone. "Toji smirked, following you inside the house. You didn't need to turn to know he was shamelessly checking your ass. "Any plans for the weekend?"

He asked before you walked up the stairs to your room.

"Not really." You shrugged. You were more than ready to get this talk done and over with, but it seemed like Toji wouldn't let you off so easily.

"I intend to study for my upcoming exams."

That was a lie and Toji knew it. He knew you had already finished all your exams and didn't have any more classes until the next semester, since your mother had told him before you arrived from college at the beginning of the week.

"That's lame. Even Megumi's going to his friends' house. You should live a little, doll. How about we follow your mom's suggestion and have some father-daughter bonding?"

Toji's smile was so sweet, you could almost mistake him for an angel if you didn't know him. However, you did know him, and you knew that behind that sweet smile, were actually the most evil intentions. You felt yourself getting hot. You didn't want to admit it, but ever since you met Toji Fushiguro, you felt attracted to the man. His broad shoulders, thick thighs, and captivating emerald eyes made him look like a Greek god.

"Well, what do you have in mind?"

Against your better judgment, you indulged in his ideas.

"We could binge watch some of those rom-com movies that you like so much."

"You? Watching "girly" movies?" You asked, quoting the way he always complained about the films you and your mom liked to watch.

"Anything for you, doll."

Oh, you were definitely screwed. It took all your willpower not to jump him right then and there. Instead, you found yourself agreeing to his offer.

"Sure, why not."

Two hours later, the credits of "10 things I hate about you" appeared on the TV screen.

"This one wasn't so bad."

Your stepdad commented, stretching his huge arms, which were conveniently bare, given he was wearing a tight black tank top. You watched him put an arm on the back of the couch, getting dangerously close to you as he adjusted in a more comfortable position.

You were starting to seriously regret your choices today. You'd been doing a decent enough of a job trying to avoid Toji ever since he and your mom got married, almost one year ago. Because as soon as he stepped into your home in all his glory when they were still dating, two years ago, you knew you were in trouble.

The man was literally sex on legs, all your teenage dreams personified right in front of you, and the worst part is, he knew the effect he had on you. He knew it and he purposely took every chance he had to get closer to you; from accidental touches that started to linger more each time you both were in the same vicinity, to the hungry looks he sent you, not even trying to hide them.

You thought that once Toji and your mom got married, things would stop. But it was quite the opposite. Taking advantage of the fact you wouldn't be able to actively avoid him, since Toji and Megumi moved in with you and your mom after the wedding, Toji was everywhere. And he was driving you insane.

Your only solace was college. Your college was considerably far from your home, so as soon as you were accepted, you opted to live on campus rather than commute back home. The reprieve was great, especially because now you could be alone with your thoughts, without your step dad's presence everywhere you turned. If you didn't see nor think about Toji, then you were safe from the ever growing attraction between you.

However, now that the semester had finished and you wouldn't have classes for three weeks, your feelings were more and more difficult to ignore. Especially now that it was only the two of you in the house.

"What's next?"

Your step dad asked, though he didn't really seem interested in the answer whatsoever.

"Legally Blonde." You replied, selecting the next movie.

For the most part, things were going well. You were so concentrated on the film that you almost forgot about Toji's presence. That is, until his hand started to softly caress your shoulder. You held your breath as your step dad started rubbing circles on your skin delicately.

In hindsight, you know you should've stopped him instantly. But you were tired, Toji's touch was warm and honestly, you were craving some affection lately. So yeah, you let him touch you. After all, parents and their children touched all the time, that was normal, you rationalized. Except, there was nothing innocent in the way your step dad was getting closer to you.

His hand was now on your hips, massaging them expertly. You could feel his thigh pressed to yours. Before you noticed, a low moan fell from your lips. From your peripheral, you could see your step dad smirking.

"You're so far from me. Come closer, angel, I won't bite."

He didn't expect an answer from you, already pushing you to sit on his lap.

"This okay?"

Toji asked, his chin on your shoulder, his hot breath on your neck. You moaned again.

"Yes." You managed to say in a whisper.

"Y'know, this movie's getting boring, dontcha think?"

Toji said before sucking on your shoulder. Your breath caught in your throat.

"Toji, we shouldn't..."

"You don't know how long I've been waiting to touch you, doll."

Before you could protest, Toji captured your lips, giving you a bruising, passionate kiss. You opened your mouth, and he wasted no time to shove his tongue down your throat. He nibbled your lower lip with deliberate boldness, hearing a soft moan of pleasure in response, making his arousal sensually painful. As you kissed, Toji wanted to drink in your moans in sweet tremors of sinful pleasure.

Toji and you separated briefly, his sharp gaze locked on yours as you both struggled to regain you breath. Before things could get even more physical, he pressed his forehead to yours, inhaling deeply. You caressed his soft dak locks, reveling in the texture against your fingers. For a man as big as he was, Toji could be surprisingly endearing when he wanted to.

"Do you want this?" He finally asked, moving so that you'd be able to see each other in the dark room illuminated only by the dim light of the TV.

"If you say yes, I won't be able to hold back."

You knew that if you went further than this, there was no going back. You nodded, smiling. You had made your decision. You had wanted him for so long, you wouldn't miss the chance of having him all to yourself.

"I do, Toji. Fuck me."

"Damn. You're gonna drive me crazy."

Toji didn't waste time, ripping off your white buttoned shirt and your tight shorts to reveal your underwear.

"So perfect." He muttered as he unclasped your bra, immediately latching his mouth on your nipple, while he played with the other.

"All for me."

He said reverently, before sucking hardly, which elicited a gasp from you due to all the pleasure he was giving you. You kept your hands on his hair, in a tight grip. Toji's mouth and his finger kneading your tits felt magical.

"Yes, daddy, l'm all yours."

You didn't even notice what you had said until Toji stilled his movements, looking at you like a hawk. Instantly, you felt self-conscious, a blush on your cheeks as you mistook his sudden halt in his movements for rejection.

"Fuck."

Toji mumbled, licking his lips and watching you with a lust-filled gaze.

"Say that again."

Your shyness gave way to pure pleasure, the carnal desire consuming the two of you.

"Daddy."

You repeated, feeling his arousal as his dick twitched. Your step dad looked an animal, his expression was so filthy you almost came on the spot. He changed positions, laying you down on the couch, his firm, muscular chest pressing against your body.

You took his black tank top off, and kissed every inch of skin you could find. His shoulder blades, his abdomen, his chest, everywhere. Toji moaned, fueling you to continue.

"I know you're eager to play, baby, but I can't wait."

Toji took your hands off his body as gently as he could. Understanding what he meant, you moved your hands to his pants, ubuttoning his leather belt. Toji wriggled out of the fabric of clothing, throwing it away haphazardly. You could see the white patch of precum in his black boxers.

"I've dreamed about fucking your tight little pussy for so long, you've no idea."

Toji kept muttering as he got rid of the rest of yours and his underwear, the last remaining clothing between you two.

"Whenever I fuck your mom, I imagine you. I have to keep myself from moaning your name".

"Daddy, please, I need you."

"You want daddy's cock, little girl? Don't worry, daddy's gonna make you feel so good you won't want any other dick anymore."

"Yes, daddy, please, I need you so badly! Fuck, me daddy!"

Your stepdad kissed you again as he entered you without warning, giving you no time to adjust to his size. Toji sucked your mouth, bit your lips, swallowed your taste as if it were the last kiss he would give in his life. The kiss made you forget the slight discomfort you felt when he first penetrated you.

Toji buried himself to the hilt inside you, making you moan loudly. You wrapped your legs around his waist, so that he could reach even deeper.

"So tight. Perfect little pussy, was made for me."

"Only yours, daddy."

The position allowed him to explore all the curves of your body as he moved frenetically inside you. God, he was amazing. You couldn't fathom why you tried to resist your stepdad in the first place. Now that you had a taste, you would certainly become addicted.

You pressed your hands on his taut abdomen, feeling his strong chest, buffy arms and prominent collarbone. Holy shit, his body was a masterpiece. You moved in sync, lost in the pleasure of the skin to skin contact. Toji started rubbing his fingers over your clit, sending you over the edge.

"D-daddy, I'm close."

You mumbled, breathing heavily.

"Cum, baby. Let it all out for daddy."

You felt all the tension explode from your nerves, relaxing all your muscles at once and clouding your mind in the most genuine relieved ecstasy.

"Will you let daddy cum inside you baby?"

"Yes daddy, please! Cum inside me, need you!"

"Fuck!"

Your words made Toji cum inside you in full force, your insides creaming his cock deliciously. Toji pulled you to his side, letting you lay on top of him.

"That was amazing."

You smiled, turning your head and resting your chin on his chest. He smiled back at you, stroking your cheeks lovingly. You leaned on his touch, letting yourself enjoy this rare soft side of his, knowing that this could very well be the first and last time you two were so intimate.

"Well, I'm glad. Now stand up."

He urged you, leaning forward on his elbows and creating some distance between you. You tried to hide your disappointment with a fake smile. That was the problem. You held back so much because you knew that when you caved, you wouldn't wanna let him go. Swallowing, you reminded yourself that it was only natural. After all, he wasn't yours to begin with. He was your mother's. Putting on a brave face, you finally stood up, gathering your clothes and attempting to cover your body the best you could. Before you could stray too far, however, you felt a tug in your hand.

"What is it, Toji?"

You asked, feeling irritated. He told you to go, but still kept bothering you. Classic Toji.

"Hey, I thought it was daddy. And where do you think you're going? I was gonna ask you to take a bath. It's only the beginning of the weekend, darling, we still have lots of time for father-daughter bonding moments. And I intend to enjoy it as much as I can."

#toji fushigro x reader #fushiguro toji x reader #toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x you #fushiguro toji x you #toji fushiguro x y/n #fushiguro toji x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk #jjk smut #toji fushiguro smut #soft toji #soft toji fushiguro #smut

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ryin-silverfish · 7 months ago

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Heart and Mind: An Analysis of Tripitaka

I've been wanting to write this since…since I came across some good ol' Tripitaka discourse in the LMK fandom ages ago. Couldn't remember the specifics, but as y'all probably know, it falls under the "Is him an abusive master" and people's strongly worded retort to that question.

On one hand, I dislike the "abusive" take because so often, it is an excuse to reduce a character to an 2D caricature for cheap angst purposes, and both JTTW and its historical context deserve more nuances than that.

On the other hand, I don't agree with some of the defenses either——that Tripitaka is Kind and Wise and The Virtuous Monk, Actually, and people who said otherwise just had their views colored by adaptations, or were ignorant westerners misreading the book.

Because trust me, Chinese readers absolutely have gripes with Tripitaka too, and sass him mercilessly.

We may have a better idea of the historical context, namely, the common usage and acceptance of corporal punishments, but quite a few of us don't think he's a good Buddhist either.

Instead, I'd like to focus on his allegorical role, and how it ultimately forms the basis for my interpretation of his character.

It is commonly acknowledged that each pilgrim represent an aspect of the enlightenment seeker: Monkey is the Mind, Dragon Horse the Will, Pigsy the Desire, Sandy the Determination/Ideation.

Tripitaka is either the enlightenment seeker as a human, or the Heart, the Compassion.

But how can someone represent Compassion when his behaviors don't look all that compassionate, when he seems to care more about what a good Buddhist looks like on paper than in spirit?

How can a compassionate man punish his disciple with a migraine spell and disown him twice, be okay with some violence but not others?

Well, to answer that question, I feel like you have to look at Tripitaka in conjunction with SWK, and what the monkey represents. He is literally the Mind Monkey, the boundless potential of human intellect, and that, by itself, is neutral.

In the word of one of the best poems in JTTW:

"He could be good; he could be bad; present good and evil he could do at will. He'd be an immortal, a Buddha, if he's good; wickedness would cloak him with hair and horn."

To put it simply, SWK is one's wits, one's problem-solving skills, the ability to discern good and evil on a cognitive level.

Whenever Tripitaka, the Compassion, is deceived, it falls to the Mind to see the opponents as they are, and take action to protect the human from harm.

But just as blind compassion without judgement can be exploited by evil, the reverse is true for a mind without compassion, driven solely by their own ambition and whims and practical knowledge.

The Mind knows that robbery is a crime, so these robbers deserve death, but has no idea how disturbing it is for a regular guy to witness six people being brutally murdered in front of him.

The Mind knows that abandoning your wife and family to become a bandit is shameful and unfilial, but cannot comprehend why the bandit's father may not want his son killed for these offenses.

The Mind knows right and wrong, but has trouble seeing the human behind those acts, and why one should care in the first place.

And to see what the Mind looks like without any of Compassion's restraint, one needs to look no further than SWK's "Second Mind", the Six-eared Macaque.

Just like how "Heart" sounds like a lame power for a character, Compassion isn't flashy, nor as useful in a strictly ultilitarian sense. In fact, having compassion makes you vulnerable. It hurts. And unscrupulous people will absolutely use it against you.

So why hold onto your weakness and wallow in it? The world doesn't need another sanctimonious wuss, it needs strong, clever people making hard sacrifices, ruthless, logical decisions! Tough up! Stop caring, and you'll never be hurt again!

Much like a certain crowd who think basic human decency is somehow political propaganda, perhaps, when SEM struck Tripitaka, he was trying to do the same thing.

Kill the embodiment of compassion, the sniveling, useless, fragile human that keeps holding SWK back. Replace him as the true Mind, the one strong enough to break all bonds and seize glory with his own two hands.

But without compassion, without humanity, one is no longer a whole person, and cannot reach enlightenment. In fact, just like how Buddha would only give the True Scripture to Tripitaka, if you are not brave enough to make yourself vulnerable, to suffer and feel other's suffering, you will never transcend it.

At best, you can have some pale imitations of the parts you have willingly shut out from yourself.

And that's what SEM does. He thought he could do it on his own, singlehandedly replace SWK and reap the benefits of enlightenment, but he is no Monkey Awakened to Emptiness.

He is just empty; cut off desires because it is base, cut off determined ideation because it is foolish, cut off compassion because it is weak, cut off the altruism and curiosity and creativity from the mind, and you are left with a grand total of NOTHING.

A shadow of a self, desperately clinging onto external validation and stolen stories, reading the pilgrim's travel paperwork out loud as if that would actually make the journey his.

Tripitaka needs to trust SWK and learn from him, because compassion, much like good intention, doesn't solve problems on its own, and mercy is not the same as enabling harm.

SWK needs his master's guidance, because even at his most selfish and impulsive, he cares, and only by extending that care to others and accepting the vulnerability that comes with it can he truly mature and become awakened to the ultimate truth.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

One last bit of ramble: I feel like there is something to be said about Tripitaka's tendency to trust Pigsy, and how the pursuit of enlightenment is often derailed by worldly desires.

Unlike the demons they encountered, however, Pigsy is not the personification of mental obstacles that must be destroyed, because you cannot destroy bodily needs, nor the very human tendencies to slack off and avoid trouble.

You should stop listening to its advice, sure. Poke fun at it, absolutely. But what Pigsy represents is part of the human condition, just like every other pilgrim, and also something one must make peace with.

#journey to the west #xiyouji #jttw #tripitaka #tang sanzang #sun wukong #six eared macaque #pigsy #zhu bajie #character analysis #lego monkie kid

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kkurisuac · 5 months ago

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𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

Pairing: Mitsuya Takashi x Fem reader

Warning: spoiler from the manga, yelling, depression

Of course, here is the English translation:

"Taka? We don't really talk," I replied to Takemichi's question.

"How is that possible?"

"Taka doesn't want to talk to me. During our last conversation, he told me it would be better if we broke up."

"Mitsuya-kun said that to you?" Takemichi was completely surprised.

"I was also surprised when he said it. Taka has been depressed since Draken's death. I understand, and I don't blame him for it, but he doesn't let me help him."

"Do you think he would be willing to talk to me?"

"Try it," I advised, and returned to Luna.

Even if Taka doesn't want to see me, I will never leave him alone. I'm here almost all day, waiting for Taka to come out and hug me like he always does.

Draken's death affected all of us, but especially Taka. I truly understand his feelings since I've been by his side and watched him suffer. I'm trying to help him, but if he doesn't let me, it won't work. It never crossed my mind to leave him now, even if he said hurtful things to me. I know he didn't mean it, but it still hurt a bit.

Taka went to talk with Takemichi, but afterward, he went back to his room and locked himself in again.

"What did he say?" I asked Takemichi.

"He's preparing for the competition, so he won't join our gang," he replied, and I just nodded.

"By the way, Takemichi, what are you wearing?" I asked, looking at the four boys.

"This is our gang uniform for the Thousand Winters! I came up with it!" Chifuyu said proudly.

"What?" I asked, laughing because both the name and the logo were quite lame.

"Y/n-san, why are you laughing?" Chifuyu looked at me confused.

"Nothing, nothing," I said because I didn't want to hurt Chifuyu by saying how lame it all was.

"Y/n-chan, take care of Taka-chan," Hakkai looked at me.

"You don't even need to ask," I smiled at him.

I went back inside and helped the two girls study. They are so worried about their brother, but Taka doesn't notice this either. I hope Takemichi's visit helped a little.

It was getting late, and the two girls had already fallen asleep, so I thought it was time to go. Before I left, I saw some light seeping through the door of Taka's room, so I peeked in through the small gap.

I hate that he's acting this way with me. Just because he's not in a good state right now doesn't mean we should break up. Why would he even think of that? We'll only break up when I also want it, but until then, I'll be with him no matter what.

"Y/n, what are you still doing here?" he asked without even looking back.

"I thought I'd check on you before I leave. But I'm going now," I said, heading towards the door. He didn't even say hi or anything. He doesn't need to be this cold.

After school, I hurried to Taka's place to try and talk to him alone. Although I think I'll be the one talking while he listens. At least he's not yelling at me like he did at the beginning.

"Taka, can we talk?" I asked as I entered his room.

"Y/n, what are you even doing here? I told you we should break up." he said without looking at me. Of course, he can't look me in the eyes.

"Yes, you said that, but I don't remember agreeing to it. This relationship won't end until I say so."

"Why are you so stubborn?"

"Because I love you and I won't let go of what's mine." I sat down next to him, but he kept on drawing.

"It would be better if you left too."

"Sorry, but that's impossible, Taka."

Taka didn't react, just kept drawing, while I sat next to him trying to gather my thoughts.

"Taka, do you need a model by any chance? I'd gladly take on the role." I offered, and even he stopped for a moment.

"I don't need one." he replied coldly.

"I offered this to help you, not as your girlfriend. At least let me help you with this if you won't let me help with anything else," I said, slightly angry. His behavior was starting to really irritate me.

"I still don't want your help," his indifference made me so angry that I started yelling at him.

"Takashi, do you not remember who I am? Don't you remember when we did this together?" I pointed to the tattoo on my finger, which had his initial. "Have you forgotten how much we love each other? I understand you, Takashi, but enough is enough!"

"Y/n-"

"And don't say anything like go away or whatever! I'll stay with you until you apologize for how you treated me!" I declared to him. He looked at me, surprised, not knowing how to react to my outburst, but it was better this way. He had already upset me enough; he shouldn't mess with my nerves anymore.

I sat next to Taka, waiting for him to say something, but he just sat there in silence. I managed to stay quiet too. It was hard, but I somehow did it.

Since I didn't plan to go home, I took one of his shirts without his permission, put it on, and lay down on his bed to sleep. He just watched what I was doing but said nothing.

With my eyes closed, I tried to sleep but with no success because I was too angry. I thought Taka would do something immediately if I stayed quiet since it's not my habit to keep my mouth shut.

"I'm sorry, my love," Taka whispered while stroking my face.

"I didn't want to make you this sad, but I thought it would be easier if you weren't around either. Give me a little more time and I'll make it up to you for everything I've done. I love you," he kissed my forehead.

It was hard not to smile with happiness. So it was worth yelling at him and being this stubborn.

He can take all the time he needs, as long as he still loves me.

#tokyo revengers #angst #tokyo rev x y/n #tr x reader #mitsuya takashi #mitsuya x reader #tokyo revengers mitsuya #anime #tokyo rev mitsuya #mitsuya x you #timeskip mitsuya

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carolinagirl80 · 24 days ago

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I honestly don’t understand the whole “it’s just a joke”, “that’s how guys talk” like no?

First of all that’s a lame fucking excuse for his behavior. Just because you’re a fan doesn’t mean you have to protect every fucked up thing he says.

Let’s be honest non of us know them personally, we see what’s online and hear what’s said. So pretending like you know them, saying “he’s a good guy” and defending him like you do is embarrassing.

I use to be a fan of Misha. Well, more like I use to respect him as an actor and I enjoyed him in SPN. This year I had the privilege to meet him at a con. I say privilege because I know that many can’t afford to or haven’t had the opportunity.

It was so awkward, he clearly didn’t want to be there. Everything he said during his q&a catered to the audience. It was over all very fake, I still can’t understand how people feed into the stuff he says.

It really put a bad taste in my mouth. I’ve never been his biggest fan, just thought that it would be fun to meet someone, from the tv show the show I’ve loved for years. That being said if I could go back, I’d save my money instead of wasting it.

I’m not saying he wasn’t nice to me, I did have a longer interaction than others that had been in line. But as someone who hasn’t ever been an obsessive fan, I think it might have been easier not feeding into all the crap he says.

People forget that he gets paid to do this stuff. The reason why he’s a fan favorite is because of destiel. So ofc he’s going to milk it, since that’s the only thing he has to talk about.

All the questions were destiel related, he has nothing else to say about the show. Honestly I don’t think he remembers anything that happened in the show, except from all of the scenes where he can confirm that destiel is canon.

Anyway after that con I watched a few videos of other panels online, because Jensen and Jared didn’t attend the one I went to. And I have to say I agree with a lot of the things you’ve posted.

It’s clear that he tries hard to push Jared out of the picture, he forces this idea of being besties with Jensen at cons. It’s always so awkward watching them together. Most of the time Jensen just goes along with stuff Misha says, so he doesn’t have to answer the same questions about destiel being canon or not.

Jensen obviously takes his acting seriously, he played Dean for 15 years. So I don’t get when he says over and over again, that destiel isn’t a thing. That people can’t accept it and move on. I love Dean, but I’m not going to pretend I know him better than Jensen. He WAS Dean. He knows him inside and out.

Then we have Misha that eggs the fans on during these panels. It’s like Jensen tries to answer the question seriously. Then Misha swoops in makes a small joke out of it, like Jensen has no idea what he’s talking about and proceeds to talk over him. Giving them the answer they want to hear.

It even feels like he’s making fun of the fans at times, knowing that they feed into this crap and thinking it’s funny that they do.

Gives me the same vibes of Regina George saying “I love that bracelet where did you get it”. Then going back to the green room and making fun of it.

I mean he’s made fun of the show and fans before, there are literally videos or posts online.

ALSO!!! The whole thing Jensen said about it not being subtext it was clear text, has been so fucking twisted.

This has turned into more of a rant, sorry. But what I mean to say is I agree with a lot of the things you’ve said. I just don’t understand how people can’t see it? It’s so frustrating.

I don’t hate Misha, it just really really fucking bugs me, that people don’t see what he’s doing. I just don’t get that you, like others who point it out get attacked.

People go on and on about how hateful others are, then proceed to bully people online for pointing shit out? Make that make sense.

Hi Anon! Saw your other message, and yeah, I don't blame you there, but you are good, so here we go. Thank you for the message btw. Very refreshing after my last few that's for sure.

I will start by saying that I have never seen a group of people so willing to turn a blind eye to the numerous inappropriate things their fave does/says as the hellers/Misha Stans. Their mantra in life is "oh, it was just a joke". I mean, they have to say it constantly because Misha can't stop being inappropriate. He kinda has to though doesn't he? Otherwise, he couldn't keep them entertained and he'd float on off into obscurity.

Unfortunately, that requires the use of Jared and Jensen's names.

I'll start with Jensen just because I happen to already have a link ready.

So, with Jensen, he's going to play that Destiel/Cockles card as much as he possibly can. Always has, always will. Jensen has always said that Destiel doesn't exist. (Thanks to @Sammyiscat on X for posting this today, just when I needed it!)

Once upon a time, Jensen did do a little fan service and lean into it slightly during JenMish panels. However, he always made it as clear as possible how he really feels. Then the hellers called him homophobic for it. So earlier this year, as you mentioned, he called it "clear text" not subtext. He tried to be as diplomatic as possible. The unfortunate part of being diplomatic is that it allowed the hellers to twist themselves into pretzels making it sound like Jensen said the opposite of what he actually was saying.

What I find the most interesting is that in the last few years, Misha is on his best behavior around Jensen. He only runs his mouth off when Jensen isn't around. Usually when he's at a European con alone. I'd LOVE to know how that transpired. Jensen is also usually in a pretty bad mood leading up to a JenMish panel these days as well. He was surprisingly ok in Charlotte (except for that one damn question). However, let's look back on San Francisco. Remember when he ran from Misha trying to hug him?

That is the definition of an unhappy Jensen....Yet hellers, CANNOT SEE IT! How can they not see that? Anyways...I could go on and on here....

So let's move on to Jared...

Sweet silly Jared. How anyone could be mean to him I'll never know. Something has changed there too. There was a lot more joking from Misha where Jared is concerned once up a time. Now, everything Misha says about his sounds bitter and or malicious.

He loves to point out that Jared was discovered just walking down the street, or that he has no training or that he didn't go to college.

Then there was the airplane story from last month in DC. It was partially true, but heavily embellished to make Jared sound bad, and what happens every time that happens? Tons of hate descends onto Jared online. People telling him to kill himself. Just pure bullying and hate. Misha HAS to know that is what would happen.

Just this past weekend he mocked him: (Ignore the person who tweeted this. You don't want to go down that route)

What an asshole. I mean really. I know, I know hellers, "oh, it's just a joke" right? Let's not start the "you and your friends have no sense of humor" crap again.

As far as con experiences go? I've heard people say many times that they have had negative experiences meeting Misha. Unless you are known to him already he couldn't care less. Been there, done that, can confirm. Like I said in another post, glad I already didn't like him because I sure wouldn't now!

Edited to add another link of Jensen denying Destiel.

#anti misha #anti hellers

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vermilionsun · 5 months ago

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If you are still open for requests..how about Ais and Kuras (or pick which one) with a child/children?

Of course!! Don’t hesitate to send in more if ya want <3

Ais

Father figure of the year

✩ Pretty chill in general

He's the type of dad who will let you have a good time but also make sure you're staying safe.

✩ Always there to lend an ear or offer advice… or constructive criticism—

You can always count on him to give you straightforward and honest advice, even if it's not what you want to hear. Even though he may not always agree with your choices, you know that his intentions are always good and that he genuinely cares about your well-being. Ais may not show his emotions openly, but his love and support for his child would be unwavering.

✩ Seems to know exactly what to say in any situation.

Whether you need help with a problem or just want someone to talk to, he is always there for you (with judgment /j)

✩ Don't even bother to lie to him.

He can see right through any facade and will always know when you're not being completely honest. His ability to detect deception is uncanny, but it also makes him a trustworthy confidant. Besides, what even did you do that made you think the consequences would be that bad? (Or even exist?) Partying? Smoking? Drinking? Drugs? Sex?

✩ “Lame. When I was your age I was way worse—”

✩ CRAZY parent lore.

And he mentions it so casually every time. Like, he's seen (and done) it all before. Nothing seems to faze him in the slightest.

✩ He's the kind of guy who would drop everything to help his kid, no questions asked.

✩ On the other hand, if we're talking about babies…

He might be a bit (completely) clueless when it comes to diaper changing, feeding schedules, or soothing a crying infant. However, his willingness to learn and his dedication to being the best parent he can be are admirable qualities.

✩ He's the type of person who will spend hours researching the best parenting techniques and tips.

✩ He gets the hang of it pretty quick.

✩ He is incredibly patient to the point where it becomes a bit scary.

✩ COMMITTED.

From reading bedtime stories to playing endless games of peek-a-boo, a cheerleader, a rock, a shoulder to cry on—he's all in when it comes to being a parent.

✩ GIRL DAD

✩ If anyone dares to think about touching his child, they'll never see the light of day again.

Kuras

24/7 confusion

✞ This begs the question of whether the child would be half-angel.

Let's assume so, because it becomes ten times funnier.

✞ Absolutely b e w i l d e r e d in the beginning.

✞ “...Why does it cry so much?”

Another question that often arises is, "Is there something wrong with it that I can't see?" He's just… confused. He doesn't really understand babies. Kuras is used to living a fast-paced, independent lifestyle, so the idea of being responsible for a helpless infant is overwhelming for him.

✞ Incredibly good once he figures it out.

Despite his initial confusion and overwhelming feelings, Kuras quickly adapts. Kuras is always on call to help with midnight feedings and diaper changes, making sure the baby is well taken care of around the clock.

✞ “Uh… honey? The baby is floating.”

Cue Kuras calmly walking into the room and safely guiding the baby back to the ground with a knowing smile. It becomes a common occurrence in the household.

✞ Eventually takes on the role of mentor, teaching the child how to control their powers and use them for good.

✞ Slightly strict

Believes in setting boundaries and enforcing rules to ensure the well-being and safety of his children. He considers discipline an important aspect of parenthood, as it helps instill good behavior and values in his kids. He may come off as harsh at times, but it all stems from a place of love and protection. Kuras wants his children to grow up knowing right from wrong and understanding the importance of structure in their lives.

✞ Comfort

He listens without judgment, allowing his children to express themselves freely. Kuras encourages open communication and fosters a strong bond based on trust and respect.

✞ Don't even bother to lie to him part 2

If you try to sneak out, he'll be waiting for you at the door, arms crossed and a stern expression on his face. You can try to pull one over on him, but chances are, he'll see right through it. It's better to just be honest and upfront with him, because he always seems to know what's going on.

✞ Consequences

Although Kuras seems disappointed at times, he knows that it is all part of the process of growing up and learning from mistakes. He understands that his children need to make their own choices and face the consequences of those choices in order to become independent and responsible adults. Kuras tries to offer guidance and support, but ultimately allows his children to take ownership of their decisions and experiences.

✞ Always puts his children's needs above his own.

✞ Being the doctor he is and a parent can be a challenging juggling act. Kuras, however, manages to balance both roles with grace and dedication.

✞ T r i p l e t s

✞ If anyone dares to harm their child, he will stop at nothing to protect them. Fuck repentance and forgiveness; Kuras will seek justice with a vengeance that knows no bounds.

#verewrites #ais #kuras #red spring studios #headcannons #ts #touchstarved #touchstarved game #touchstarved headcanons #touchstarved kuras #kuras touchstarved #ais touchstarved

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creedslove · 8 months ago

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EASTER WITH DAVE YORK 🔪 🐇 - HEADCANONS

Dave York x f!reader

A/N: just what I picture spending this day with Dave would be like 🐰 Happy Easter besties and Dave apologists™

• Dave's got a sweet tooth and nothing will ever convince me otherwise; he loves sweets, candies and above all, chocolate but his job demands him to keep fit and in shape under any circumstances, so besides all the working out he does nearly everyday, he also keeps himself in check, controlling his eating habits which means he restrains himself from eating too much sugar on regular basis

• but Easter he doesn't have to keep himself from enjoying things too much, quite the opposite, it's the day he actually allows himself to eat whatever he wants and you take the opportunity to spoil your handsome boyfriend. So you start by making him pancakes and chocolate chip cookies for breakfast, Dave loves it! He's excited to see you care so much for him, and he eats everything up

• of course you will exchange chocolate, just like the Easter tradition says, but it's not just any chocolate, it's BELGIUM CHOCOLATE 🤌 and he's immediately thrilled by it, you know how much he loves it and it warms your heart to see Dave's eyes sparkling over something so simple such as a chocolate

• but Easter Sundays aren't just a picnic either, because of course he's gotta visit his girls, even if it's just to drop by their gifts, but you know it always takes a toll on him, because Carol makes sure to annoy the hell out of him, and worst of all: using the kids for it

• ideally, Dave would prefer to spend some time with you and the girls, working on some bonding time and have fun as a family, but since the girls were little monsters towards you, acting up and being impolite, plus how Carol reacted afterwards, you both got into an agreement you wouldn't do it again, so he goes out to spend time with them and then comes back to you

• however, you both know it will probably be a disaster but what could he do? He missed his girls and he had made - with your help - a lovely Easter basket with some chocolate eggs, some of their favorite candy, a lip gloss each and a plushie bunny, just like when they were little, and he was hoping they'd be happy with it

• they weren't; and they didn't even try to hide it. They just got disappointed because Carol said if Dave spent too much on you, then he should give them new iPads for Easter and that's what they expected so when they saw the basket, they both rolled their eyes

"thanks dad"

"did you like it, baby?"

"yeah, whatever"

• and let me tell you: Dave kills people, he's rough and tough but those girls have the power to gut him, and after spending a lunchtime and mid afternoon clearly being told he's just bothering them or he's lame, he decided to take them back to their mother's and head home to you, regretting not spending Easter with someone who really deserved it

• when he got home earlier, you were surprised, thinking he would be home only later for dinner, but judging by his upset face, you could tell those means girls had to do with it. You hugged him and told him you'd make him great dinner, but he said no, instead, he told you you should both go out to eat at a nice restaurant

• you agreed, picking one you knew Dave loved and going with him to try and cheer him up. Easter was such a nice date, you hated he got upset because of his daughters' behavior and wanted him to have a special evening, so after the delicious dinner, you and him got home, telling Dave to wait for you in bed, you showed up to him in bunny ears and a bunny tail butt plug

• it was enough to cheer him up and make him excited, especially when he pulled you to him and you bounced on him like the naughty little bunny you were

• once you were both done, Dave held you tight against him, caressing your skin gently as you nuzzled his chest

"you know, honey... I've been thinking... Why don't we have a baby?"

• he casually said it, truth was: Dave missed being a dad, but above all, he missed having a child who actually loved him as a father and he knew things would work out with you this time because unlike his first marriage, your relationship with him was based on mutual love, passion and respect 💗

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#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal headcanon #pedro pascal headcanons #dave york #dave york x reader #dave york x you #dave york x y/n #dave york fanfiction #dave york fanfic #dave york headcanon #dave york headcanons

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 7 months ago

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AITA for doing exactly what I was told to do? (🍯 so I can find it again later).

This is a fairly short story. I am a 19 year old full-time student and live with my mother. My parents have had on and off martial issues due to my fathers infidelity for more than half my life. However, they've only split up for about a year now. Not divorced mind you, just split up. My father moved out, so its just been my mother and I in the house.

My mother and I have a strained relationship due to a lot of problems we had when my father was still living with us. In recent years I felt like we'd been making progress on our relationship. However my relationship with my father has always been strained due to me being aware of what he did and not being happy with him over it.

This lead to us being very distant while he's been moved out, with our interactions limited to phone calls and an occasional visit at the house. Quite honestly, I've been content with that this entire time due to the fact I'm still not happy with my father and don't want to pursue a relationship with him right now despite his lame attempts at building one with me (being trying to push the responsibility on me to seek him out to spend time with him).

His family has been visiting for a few days so far, and rather abruptly, I was woken up and told by my mother that my father has invited me out to go on a day trip with him and his family. I was aware of the trip prior to this and was VERY adamant about the fact that I did not want to go. My mother kept pushing and insisting that I should go, so I swallowed down my complaints and went on the trip.

It was a boring, uneventful outing, and I felt very isolated the entire time. When I got home, my mother got very angry with me because apparently my aunt talked up the trip to her and made it out to seem like I was having the time of my life. When I tried to explain how I actually felt on the trip, my mother called me a liar and basically accused me of secretly agreeing with my father and his behavior all along. When I got angry and snapped back that I didn't want to go, and that she basically forced me to go because she wouldn't leave me alone about it and ignored my feelings, my mother suddenly spun the situation around and started talking about how hard this all was for her. She apologized and dropped it but she keeps complaining about being in pain and having really high blood pressure and generally just talking about how sad she was over it.

Now I just feel guilty about the whole thing and wish I had listened to my gut and avoided the trip all together.

So, AITA for going on the trip even though she told me to?

#aita #am i the asshole

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baki-tiene-un-simp · 1 year ago

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Shopping / De compras.

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Character: Yujiro Hanma. Yujiro Hanma x Female Reader. Word count: 2k. Warning: Rude/absurd behavior on Yujiro's part and jealousy.

Parte en español, abajo. Requested by @abeeratmb

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After the father-son fight, the whole world began to idolize him, everyone recognized him and turned to look at him as soon as his imposing figure made his way through the crowd of people who until a moment ago were only focused on what was happening yours. Suddenly, the world was on the lookout for his every move or anything he did to talk about it with admiration, horror, dismay, or some indecipherable combination of the aforementioned three; Yujiro was no stranger to being recognized, but all that attention was starting to get annoying.

The mutterings of the people reached his ears due to the poor attempt of all the people around him to remain inconspicuous while talking about him, the ogre let out a warning growl as he turned to his side, everyone fell silent because of it. Y/n laughed at the scowl of the big man sitting in front of her, she was fully aware of the terrible mood Yujiro used to get when she kept insisting that she wanted to go out to the mall to do a couple of purchases, Yujiro first. He never liked accompanying her activities as trivial as that, however, with the extra attention Yujiro had reached a different level of rejection of mundane and everyday activities. He had given his arm this time only because she had pointed out how he had been denying her requests so much and how she planned to become stiflingly annoying if he continued to deny her, and with that, here they had it.

She gave Yujiro a couple of mocking thoughts for a few extra seconds before going on her tirade, completely uninterested about her companion's lack of interest.

“I've been excited to come to this new store since it opened last week,” Y/n recounted with a smile, her fingers fiddling with the eco-friendly straw she'd been drinking from earlier, “Everyone says it's full of items for everyone"

Yujiro hummed disinterestedly, his eyes darting around the place for anything that deserved his attention other than his partner's words that entered his ear like white noise, his menacing posture as he leaned back in his seat less noticeable to everyone around him. He nodded vaguely when Y/n turned to him with some question, he would let her listen to herself a bit more if it would make her move faster to get out of there.

Everything around him was obnoxiously quiet and everyday, just people minding their own business, however, he ended up catching a pair of eyes going to his table. They weren't on it.

"I was thinking of getting something for Baki too, do you think he might like something?" She glanced at him, finally asking for his direct opinion instead of settling for his lame expression of interest, "Are you listening?"

"Yeah, yeah, don't get involved with the boy" Y/n finished frowning, complaining again about how rude he was every time he did that. Yujiro continued to pay attention to the looks, a couple of them had joined when he took his eyes off them for a second to answer the woman in front of him. "Didn't you want to buy something? Go get it so we can leave."

"You're damned impatient when you don't like something." Y/n totally ignored the ogre's angry face, she moved before he could complain to get up from her spot and grab her bag, "However, it really is about time you let's go into that store"

Hanma made an annoyed face, letting his partner's words pass just because she agreed to finally go to her destination, and imitated her action by standing up. People focused on them as they walked side by side to get away from the area and towards the area where all the shops were with their flashy windows and bright lights, the whispers returned and the comments came from everywhere without hesitation. Yujiro doesn't like cutesy public displays of affection like holding hands, but his hand tingled in disgust at the attention he was getting Y/n from a bunch of weaklings; As if she was going to turn to look at any of those poor male prospects when she had him.

Y/n turned to the man who was with her, leaving her phone aside, when she felt how her smaller hand was completely wrapped Yujiro's hand. A mocking laugh escaped her lips as she clung to his arm, humming in amusement when she heard his grunt in response to her action.

They walked together like that, Yujiro checking the surroundings, the gazes had diminished, but they were still there.

When the Hanma came to, they were already in front of the store, it was a fairly striking store, probably the gyroscopic lights that moved slowly gave it that exotic and expensive air despite not being exaggeratedly decorated to give that idea. The climate control was subtle and the fresh scent of pine was an unexpected selection, but at the same time it was not disturbing. Yujiro let go of Y/n as she began to marvel at every little item she saw, staying out of the woman's bubbling excitement and only pulling her occasionally to continue exploring the place until she found what she wanted.

"What do you think about this?" She turned to him for his opinion, an overgarment that had been fastened to a hook for its display now hung in front of her.

"Is that clothes?" he grumbled, eyeing the piece with disgust.

"Isn't that cute?" Y/n laughed at the growl that came after her words, "You're right, I should take it."

"I won't pay for that," he warned with a pout.

“Like you really pay for something”

The ogre's scathing and sarcastic comment was interrupted by the store staff who were approaching them both, he had just been recognized and now they were receiving him as some kind of special guest, he turned his eyes and let them guide them to the changing room area while they stocked Y/n with most of the seasonal items for her to choose from as much as she wanted. Yujiro waited in some gray armchairs that were nearby as a waiting room, his impatient face focused on the red curtain that hid Y/n from him, ignoring the employees who approached to offer him something to drink.

A few more seconds, Y/n went outside to look at herself in the full length mirror outside the fitting room.

"I definitely have an eye for clothes, don't you think?" she commented, speaking over her shoulder without actually looking at her companion.

"Whatever" was the only thing he received before her mocking comment, "Take it if you want"

"Didn't you say a second ago that you wouldn't pay for this?" Her question, her fingers combing through her hair to style it just a bit from the change of clothes.

"You said so," he sneered, "It's not like I really paid for anything."

“How annoying.” Y/n turned to look at him this time, an angry scowl on her face.

The employees came back to make sure that they both had everything they wanted without having to bother to move from their place, Yujiro gave a silent order for them to comply with her wishes, everyone moved quickly and efficiently. Y/n let out an impressed whistle.

A couple of changes of clothes were enough for a couple of shopping bags to accumulate on the sofa next to the ogre, the same one who absentmindedly looked at the contents of each one, leaving Baki's gift out when he realized that she was really there over there.

When the woman was satisfied, they approached the cash register, it was a pain for Y/n to convince Yujiro to pay for her things, in the end she had to give up including him in future mall visits. An employee packed into several bags all the items that both were carrying, well, that she was carrying.

“Sir, do you want our employees to help your daughter carry her bags to her car?”

Silence settled among everyone present, an awkward atmosphere filled the place in a matter of nothing when Yujiro held the woman's gaze for a second that seemed like forever, Y/n doing everything possible not to double over and sneer shamelessly from the man right there.

Looks of curiosity were born on the faces of those present, waiting for Yujiro's words to end what they believed was quality care for an important figure and that would only bring recognition to their establishment. The cashier who had addressed Yujiro in the first place was beginning to feel uncomfortable in her own skin, the man's vacant gaze was more intimidating than the annoyed look he had exhibited earlier, she swallowed and silently sought help from the woman who had arrived with the bigger man, she had stood behind him doing nothing but smiling with some amusement at all the interaction.

"I," the ogre's girl finally spoke, "I'm his girlfriend"

Y/n made an inhuman effort not to laugh when the faces of the employees turned pale at the same time, she was being cruel, all of them ending up in a speechless state with a scared countenance. Yujiro still torturing the poor woman with his harassing gaze.

"You shouldn't worry about me" Y/n smiled kindly, her arm anchoring once more in Yujiro's arm, "My partner is kind and strong enough to carry all of this for me"

"Have a nice day" the cashier stammered throughout the farewell to him, almost incomprehensible.

Y/n went first, being closely followed by the imposing man who, in his mental gloom, was carrying her things. For Yujiro everything was starting to fit annoyingly, everyone had seen him as the father of his girlfriend all day, that pissed off his pride a bit.

Is she that good? Did anyone have any doubts about what Yujiro Hanma was capable of doing? Having this woman was just one of the easiest things, he had Y/n because there was undoubtedly no one like him. She frowned, she had started to make fun of him again, it was that mocking look that disgusted him the most, did she also have doubts about him?

He dropped all of her bags drawing the attention of the woman in front of him, stopping her teasing and earning her a disgusted look.

"Hey, you're going to break something," she snorted, "It would be a waste of money if something broke when we just bought it-"

Yujiro's large hand gripped Y/n's arm to drag her closer to him, his hands cushioning her impact as she landed on the ogre's chest, and then their lips were sealed in a demanding kiss that locked her in place with an almost constricting force. He used to be this demanding, but never in front of so many people.

The man's lips crushed against hers in a passionate, demanding kiss to prove one thing, he was her mate; they were together, she was his. Undoubtedly. It must be undoubted to whoever sees them together. Those present had laid their eyes on them when the kiss began, but many had to look away after it went on for so long, eager caresses up and down the smaller woman's back had made many people feel suddenly shy.

He let her go after feeling satisfied, a red face had replaced the sneer she had exhibited for a while, he liked that more. She was silent even when she asked him to bring her things and the way she hung onto his arm again so they could both disappear into the crowd.

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Personaje: Yujiro Hanma. Emparejamiento: Yujiro Hanma x Mujer lectora. Recuento de palabras: 2k. Advertencia: Comportamiento grosero/absurdo por parte de Yujiro y celos.

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Después de la pelea de padre e hijo el mundo entero empezó a idolatrarlo, todo mundo lo reconocía y se giraban a mirarlo tan pronto como su imponente figura se abría paso a través de la multitud de personas que hasta hace un momento solo estaban concentrados en lo suyo. De repente, el mundo estaba atento a todos sus movimientos o a cualquier cosa que hiciera para hablar sobre ello con admiración, horror, consternación o una indescifrable combinación de las tres antes mencionadas; Yujiro no era ajeno a ser reconocido, pero toda esa atención empezaba a ser molesta.

Los murmullos de las personas llegaban a sus oídos debido al pobre intento de todas las personas a su alrededor de pasar inadvertidos mientras hablaban de él, el ogro dejo ir un gruñido de advertencia mientras se giraba hacia su costado, todo mundo guardo silencio a causa de ello. T/n se rio del ceño fruncido del gran hombre sentado al frente suyo, era plenamente consciente del terrible humor que solía tener Yujiro cuando insistía sin cesar con que quería salir al centro comercial para hacer un par de compras, en primer lugar, a Yujiro jamás le gusto acompañarle en actividades tan triviales como esa, sin embargo, con la atención extra Yujiro había alcanzado un nivel diferente de rechazo ante las actividades mundanas y cotidianas. Él había dado su brazo a torcer en esta ocasión solo porque ella había señalado como había estado renegando tanto a sus peticiones y de cómo pensaba volverse asfixiantemente fastidiosa si continuaba dándole negativas, y con eso, aquí lo tenían.

Le dedico un par de pensamientos burlescos a Yujiro durante unos pocos segundos adicionales antes de empezar su diatriba, completamente desinteresada acerca de la falta de interés de su acompañante.

“Estaba entusiasmada por venir a esta nueva tienda desde que abrió la semana pasada,” T/n relato con una sonrisa, sus dedos jugueteaban con la pajilla ecológica de la que había estado bebiendo hace un rato, “Todo mundo dice que está llena de artículos para todo mundo”

Yujiro tarareo con desinterés, los ojos recorriendo todo el lugar por algo que mereciera su atención aparte de las palabras de su pareja que entraban como ruido blanco en su oído, su postura amenazante al estar reclinado sobre su asiento era menos notoria para todos a su alrededor. Asintió vagamente cuando T/n se dirigió a él con alguna pregunta, la dejaría escucharse un poco más si eso hacía que se moviera más rápido para irse de allí.

Todo a su alrededor era detestablemente tranquilo y cotidiano, solo personas ocupándose de sus propios asuntos, sin embargo, termino por captar un par de ojos que se dirigían a su mesa. No estaban puestas en él.

“Estaba pensando en conseguir algo para Baki también, ¿crees que algo le guste?” ella lo miro, finalmente pidiéndole una opinión directa en lugar de conformarse con la deficiente expresión de interés que hace, “¿Estás escuchándome?”

“Si, si, no te relaciones con el muchacho” T/n termino de fruncir el ceño, quejándose otra vez de lo grosero que era cada vez que hacía eso. Yujiro continúo prestándole atención a las miradas, un par de ellas se habían sumado cuando aparto sus ojos un segundo para responderle a la mujer frente a él. “¿Acaso no querías comprar algo? Ve por eso para que podamos irnos”

“Eres detestablemente impaciente cuando algo no te gusta” T/n ignoro olímpicamente el rostro enojado del ogro, ella se movió antes de que él pudiera quejarse para levantarse de su lugar y sujetar su bolso, “Sin embargo, realmente ya es hora de que entremos a esa tienda”

Hanma hizo un rostro de fastidio, dejando pasar las palabras de su pareja solo porque accedió a ir finalmente a su destino, e imito la acción de ella al ponerse de pie. La gente se centró en ellos cuando caminaron a la par para alejarse de la zona y dirigirse hacia el área en donde estaban todas las tiendas con sus llamativos escaparates y luces brillantes, los murmullos regresaron y los comentarios venían de todas partes sin reparo. A Yujiro no le gustan las cursis demostraciones públicas de afecto como tomarse de las manos, pero su mano hormigueo de disgusto al notar la atención que estaba recibiendo T/n por parte de un puñado de debiluchos; como si ella fuese a voltear a mirar a cualquiera de esos pobres prospectos de hombres cuando lo tenía a él.

T/n se volteó hacia el hombre que la acompañaba, dejando de lado su teléfono, cuando sintió como su mano más pequeña era envuelta en su totalidad por la mano de Yujiro. Una risa burlesca se escapó de sus labios cuando se ancló al brazo de él, tarareando con diversión cuando escucho el gruñido de respuesta ante su acción.

Caminaron juntos de esa forma, Yujiro comprobando los alrededores, las miradas habían disminuido, pero seguían allí.

Cuando el Hanma regreso en sí ya estaban frente a la tienda, era una tienda medianamente llamativa, probablemente las luces giroscópicas que se movían lentamente le daban ese aire exótico y costoso a pesar de no estar exageradamente decorada para dar esa idea. La climatización era sutil y el aroma fresco de pino era una selección que no te esperabas, pero al mismo tiempo no resultaba molesto. Yujiro dejo ir a T/n cuando esta empezó a maravillarse por cada pequeño artículo que veía, quedándose al margen de la burbujeante emoción de la mujer y solo tirando de ella ocasionalmente para que continuara explorando el lugar hasta encontrar lo que quería.

“¿Qué piensas de esto?” ella se giró hacia él en busca de su opinión, una prenda superior que estaba ajustada en un gancho para su exhibición ahora colgaba frente a ella.

“¿Eso acaso es ropa?” él se quejó, observando con disgusto la pieza.

“¿Verdad que es lindo?” T/n se rio del gruñido que vino tras sus palabras, “Tienes razón, debería llevarla”

“No pagaré por eso” advirtió con mala cara.

“Como si realmente pagaras por algo”

El comentario mordaz y sarcástico del ogro fue interrumpido por el personal de la tienda que se acercaban a ambos, acababa de ser reconocido y ahora lo estaban recibiendo como a una especie de invitado especial, giro los ojos y les dejo guiarlos hasta el área de probadores mientras surtían a T/n de la mayoría de las prendas de temporada para que escogiera cuanto quisiera. Yujiro espero en unos sillones grises que estaban cerca de allí a modo de sala de espera, su rostro impaciente se concentró en la cortina roja que escondía a T/n de él, ignorando a los empleados que se acercaban para ofrecerle algo de tomar.

Unos segundos más, T/n salió para mirarse en el espejo de cuerpo completo que estaba fuera del probador.

“Definitivamente tengo un buen ojo para la ropa, ¿no crees?” ella comentó, hablando por encima del hombro sin mirar realmente a su acompañante.

“Como sea” fue lo único que ella recibió ante su burlón comentario, “Llévatelo si quieres”

“¿Hace un segundo no dijiste que no pagarías por esto?” cuestiono, sus dedos peinando su cabello para estilizarlo solo un poco por el cambio de ropa.

“Tú lo dijiste” él se burló con una risa, “No es como si realmente pagara por algo”

“Que fastidioso” T/n lo volteo a ver esta vez, una mueca de enojo en su rostro.

Los empleados volvieron para cerciorarse de que ambos tuvieran todo lo que quisieran sin tener que tomarse las molestias de moverse de su lugar, Yujiro dio una orden silenciosa para que cumplieran con los deseos de ella, todos se movieron rápido y eficientemente. T/n dejo ir un silbido impresionado.

Un par de cambios de ropa bastaron para que un par de bolsas de compras se acumularan en el sofá junto al ogro, el mismo que miraban distraídamente el contenido de cada una, dejando fuera el regalo de Baki cuando se percató de que realmente estaba allí.

Cuando la mujer estuvo satisfecha se acercaron a la caja registradora, fue un fastidio para T/n el convencer a Yujiro de que pagara por sus cosas, al final tuvo que renunciar a incluirlo en visitas al centro comercial en el futuro. Una empleada empacó en varias bolsas todos los artículos que ambos estaban llevando, bueno, que ella estaba llevando.

“Señor, ¿quiere que nuestros empleados ayuden a su hija a llevar sus bolsas a su auto?”

El silencio se asentó entre todos los presentes, una atmosfera incómoda inundo el lugar en cuestión de nada cuando Yujiro le sostuvo la mirada a la mujer por un segundo que pareció eterno, T/n haciendo hasta lo imposible para no doblarse sobre sí misma y burlarse descaradamente del hombre justo allí.

Las miradas de curiosidad nacieron en los rostros de los presentes, esperando por las palabras de Yujiro para dar por finalizada a la que creían fue una atención de calidad para una figura importante y que solo traería reconocimiento a su establecimiento. La cajera que se había dirigido a Yujiro en primer lugar empezaba a sentirse incómoda en su propia piel, la mirada vacía del hombre resultaba más intimidante de la mirada de molestia que había exhibido antes, trago saliva y busco ayuda silenciosa de la mujer que había llegado con el hombre más grande, ella se había quedado parada tras él sin hacer más que sonreír con cierta diversión ante toda la interacción.

“Yo” la mujer del ogro hablo finalmente, “Yo soy su novia, en realidad”

T/n hizo un esfuerzo inhumano para no reírse cuando los rostros de los empleados palidecieron al mismo tiempo, estaba siendo cruel, todos terminando por quedarse en un estado mudo con un semblante asustado. Yujiro aun torturando a la pobre mujer con su hostigante mirada fija.

“No deben preocuparse por mí” T/n sonrió amablemente, su brazo anclándose una vez más al brazo de Yujiro, “Mi pareja es lo suficientemente amable y fuerte para llevar todo esto por mí"

“Que tenga un buen día” la cajera tartamudeo durante toda su despedida, casi incomprensiva.

T/n marcho primero siendo seguida de cerca por el imponente hombre que, en su penumbra mental, cargaba sus cosas. Para Yujiro todo empezaba a encajar fastidiosamente, todos lo habían visto como el padre de su novia durante todo el día, eso molesto un poco su orgullo.

¿Qué había con ella? ¿Acaso alguien tenía duda sobre lo que era capaz de hacer Yujiro Hanma? El tener a esta mujer no era más que una de las cosas más fáciles, él tenía a T/n porque indudablemente no había nadie como él. Frunció el ceño, ella había empezado a burlarse de él otra vez, era esa mirada burlona lo que más le disgustaba, ¿acaso ella también tenía dudas de él?

Dejo caer todas las bolsas llamando la atención de la mujer frente a él, deteniendo sus burlas y ganándose la mirada disgustada de la misma.

“Oye, vas a romper algo” ella resopló, “Sería un desperdicio de dinero si algo llega a romperse cuando lo acabamos de comprar-“

La gran mano de Yujiro sujeto el brazo de T/n para arrastrarla más cerca de él, sus manos amortiguando su impacto al posarse en el pecho del ogro, y luego sus labios fueron sellados en un beso exigente que la aprisionaba en su lugar con una fuerza casi constrictora. Él solía ser así de exigente, pero jamás frente a tanta gente.

Los labios del hombre se aplastaron contra los de ella en un beso apasionado y demandante por demostrar una cosa, él era su pareja; estaban juntos, ella era suya. Indudablemente. Debía ser indudable para quien sea que los vea juntos. Los presentes habían puesto sus ojos en ellos cuando el beso comenzó, pero muchos tuvieron que desviar la mirada después de que se prolongó durante tanto tiempo, caricias ansiosas que subían y bajaban por la espalda más pequeña de la mujer habían hecho que muchas personas se sintieran tímidas de repente.

La dejo ir después de sentirse satisfecho, un rostro rojo había reemplazado la mueca de burla que ella había exhibido desde hace un rato, eso le gusto más. Fue silenciosa incluso cuando le pidió que trajera sus cosas y en la forma en que se colgó de su brazo otra vez para que ambos pudieran desaparecer entre la multitud.

#yujiro hanma #yujiro hanma baki #yujiro baki #yujiro hanma x reader #yujiro hanma x lector #baki the grappler #baki son of ogre #baki dou #baki headcanons

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Hell is Forever and Heaven is a Lie

Here's Part 1 of the Sinner!Adam AU RP ⚠️Disclaimer⚠️ We started this RP in February very soon after we got into Adamsapple so our grasp of the characters then and our HCs and stuff were not what they are now, so there's gonna be some inconsistencies and maybe behaviors that we no longer attribute to them. So just something to keep in mind if things Change over the course of the posts. Lucifer and Charlie are written by Me Adam (and briefly later Niffty and Husk) are written by @fallenguitarhero

~~~~~~~~~~rp start~~~~~~~~~~~

When Charlie called him over in a panic, Lucifer was instantly there by her side. Adam. Having Adam in Hell as a sinner was, well. It was a whole disaster. It made sense? He was far from Noble and his soul was still human, though he lacked the element of free will. But it certainly didn't sit well with him. Especially since he was near his daughter. His precious little girl who he had dared to hurt before. He still wished he had taken him out back then, but now it seemed that it wouldn't have mattered since he was right there in Hell again.

Charlie, his kind caring and sweet daughter, had convinced him to help in such a drastic way. Anything to help her, and this was part of Anything. He knew she always had Hell's best interest at heart, whether they deserved it or not. But it was true that if he could have Adam under control, that would endanger her Much less than if he was allowed to exist within the Hotel without him.

With a sigh and a glance back at the one is question, Lucifer faced his daughter with a gentle smile. "Okay. I'll do it."

There was obvious relief on Charlie's expression as she hugged him. "Thanks Dad! I guess now I'll just. Have to tell him. Yeah, that'll be easy... Haha..."

Her tone was obviously nervous but she pulled away from the hug and took a few steps towards Adam before clearing her throat. "Heeeey, so. Adam. You can Stay here, we're all about second chances! But, uh. All of Hell will probably be after you and well.... We don't want that to fuck us over. Sooo there is Ooone little itty bitty condition. And! It's for your safety too! You'll be killed if you're not under some sort of... Protection. And my dad, Lucifer, has agreed toooo... Make a deal with you to keep the rest of Hell from trying to kill you and destroy the Hotel! Yaaaaaay."

---- Adam was not happy.

He'd had time to calm down from his initial panic and rage. The situation still fucking sucked but now he was actually taking stock of his surroundings and thinking through his options.

He fucking hated being ignored by Lucifer and his little bitch of a daughter but at the very least it gave him the space he needed to think things through. Adam wandered through the rebuilt lobby and poked at the decorations- ugh, why was hell so red? What a lame color. Adam liked blue better.

So. Clearly, something had been done to his wings so that he couldn't just fly up and open the portal between heaven and hell. Adam also felt disoriented and off balance, as though his center of gravity had changed.

Speaking of change...

Adam caught a glimpse of his reflection in a decorative mirror and went very still. His hand rose to touch one of his new horns and he winced when his claws scraped the surface and agitated the swiftly growing headache that was pounding behind his eyes. He'd assumed that the familiar weight was because of his helmet but these- Adam tugged hard, wanting to tear it out at the root, but all that happened was his headache getting worse. Yeah. That was real.

"What the fuck." Adam swiftly crossed the rest of the room and grabbed the mirror. His eyes darted rapidly back and forth as he took in the changes to his head and face; the new horns and the stupid ears and-

Adam yelped and spun around with a hand clutching his chest.

"Fuck! You scared the crap outta me, don't do that." Adam completely disregarded that Charlie had in no way snuck up on him. He still listened to her, his eyebrows climbing with each word.new

"Let me stop you right there," Adam cut her off mid 'yaaay' with a dismissive flick of his hand. "I don't need protection and I definitely don't need it from him. Are you forgetting who I am? I'm the Adam, bitch! I kill more sinners in one day than fentanyl does in a year!" Adam's voice pitched high and mocking; "Youw pwecious daddy ovew dewe," His voice dropped to its usual rough tone, "can eat a whole bag of dicks."

----

Charlie hadn't really registered what Adam was up to but she didn't expect to startle him. But of course he didn't seem to care. She knew this wouldn't be easy but she still deflated a bit. Yeah, Adam was an asshole, she knew that. And she didn't think he would be willing or accepting of the things she had to say. She took in a deep breath through her nose and tried again.

"Look, I know this isn't... ideal. For any of us. But you're here now! In Hell! And uh. I don't think yooou really get your position here. I-I know you're 'the Adam' but that paints a target on your back, you know?" Truthfully, she didn't know if Adam still retained his strength as an angel which would, admittedly make him at least partially able to handle himself, but in Hell? There would be no shortage of people aiming for him and if they worked together it would absolutely raze this place to the ground after they had just rebuilt it.

"Don't talk about my dad that way." A demonic edge laced her tone. She had low patience for Adam, but she was trying. But no one disrespected her dad.

Lucifer stepped in, placing a hand gently in front of her. "Let me handle this Char-char." He didn't like seeing Charlie agitated and he knew her kind and patient speech wasn't going to get through to a piece of shit like Adam.

"Listen here, fuckhead. I know you think you're still the same you were before you got fucking Skewered a million times. But uh, how do I put this nicely. You're fucking nothing now, Bitch. You're in my world now and none of your Angelic bullshit even works here. Go ahead and fucking try it."

"Dad!" She didn't want to encourage a fight. Maybe... Maybe this tactic would work? But she was still so worried, her stomach tied in knots. She knew her dad could handle Adam, but she didn't like to see this kind of confrontation all the same.

---

She really didn't know when to quit, huh? And here he thought that radio prick liked the sound of his own voice, sheesh!

When he'd first seen her all those months ago in the embassy, Adam had been glad that she looked nothing like Lilith. All he saw when he looked at her was Lucifer and it had made her so much easier to hate. Fun to mess with, too. She fell for all the tricks that the old cuckmaster had always been a little too wily for.

But now? He wished she was enough like her old man to know when to call it quits. This stubborness was all Lilith, definitely. Lucifer had at least known he'd lost all those years ago when he got banished.

Well, he had known. Charlie changed that, didn't she? Adam didn't know how that made him feel.

Adam rolled his eyes and scoffed. As Charlie tried to explain his 'position' (on top like always, duh!) he mocked her with nonsensical high-pitched 'blahblahblahs', his hand making yapping motions the whole time. When she finally finished, he stuck out his tongue with a 'bleh.'

Oh, wait. Things were getting fun now. Adam's eyes narrowed and his smug smirk widened into a full grin.

"Or what?" It took only the barest flicker of movement for his eyes to snap to Lucifer. "Aww, here comes daddy to the rescue-"

Adam's shocked face was priceless. It took him a bit to recapture his bravado and puff back up. His useless wings fluffed up to make him look bigger than he already was compared to the devil.

He immediately turned away, his side facing the pair so he could still watch them, and struck a pose by pointing at a piece of particularly ugly decoration.

Nothing happened.

"Uhhhh!" Adam shook his hand as if it was a broken tool. "One second, gimme one second, this has never happened before-" He peered at his finger the way an idiot like him might peer down the barrel of a gun that wasn't firing. "What the fuck did you do to me!?"

Because it had to be their fault.

----

Charlie's eyes had narrowed at the mocking but she didn't expect him to have any respect for her anyway. Still, it was frustrating to be mocked like that. It pissed her off when demons dismissed her and it did now too. But it seemed something her dad said had definitely caused Adam to drop his bravado.

She had her hand clasped on her dad's shoulder, apprehensive. She didn't doubt when Lucifer said Adam didn't have his angelic powers anymore, but that didn't mean she didn't tense up when he tried. It was a relief that nothing happened and she let out a nervous breath.

Lucifer on the other hand just stood, both hands resting on his cane with a smug and even amused expression. "Having... Trouble there?" His tone was as mocking as his expression. He wanted Adam to feel Small. Height didn't mean Shit, especially when the power gap between them had only Widened. He took a couple steps forward, and chuckled. "Oh, we didn't do anything. Guess actions have Consequences, huh? Never had to experience those, did you?"

----

Adam slowly looked back to Lucifer and Charlie. There was something different in his expression, a look in his eyes that hadn't been there before. Even when he had fought Lucifer, he'd been defiant until the end- until he'd been stabbed in the back by that little gremlin.

Adam had never really been afraid before. Startled, yes. A little rattled? Of course. But there had never been a time in his life that he'd been truly frightened. Now, though, Lucifer's smile felt more like the bared fangs of a predator then the smug grin that Adam usually wanted to punch off his face.

Adam drew in a breath and got his shit together. This didn't really mean anything. He was still Adam. Heaven wouldn't abandon him like this.

He caught a glimpse of his reflection from the corner of his eye.

"FUCK!" Adam snatched something small and kitschy and threw it at the mirror. The shattered glass distorted his reflection and made him feel even worse. He hunched his back and mantled his wings around himself, full on ready to throw something somewhere between a temper tantrum and a nervous break down.

"This can't be happening. I'm the first fucking man! I've-" His voice cracked and he grabbed at his horns to confirm to himself they were still there, "I've never done anything to deserve this! I'm not some sinner piece of crap- I belong in heaven, not here. Not with you freaks!"

----

Lucifer took a step back to avoid any glass shards from the broken mirror and sighed. He knew immediately that at the very least Vaggie would come to check. Maybe that obnoxious radio asshole too. No, that wouldn't do.

"Hey, Charlie. I'm gonna take him elsewhere until the deal is done. Come up with some cover story for what happened to the Mirror and we'll be back when I got it." His tone was stern and serious and

Charlie nodded slowly. "Right...." She had been startled by it but she heard footsteps from upstairs now and it sunk in that this was actually a Bad situation to have the others see. "Right! Okay! I got it! Uhm, I can. I can figure it out... Just, be careful Dad."

"Don't worry, I can handle this." He gave Charlie a gentle smile before walking up to Adam and grabbing him by the collar. No time to be a bitch with an existential crisis.

It was not a moment too soon when Vaggie appeared at the veranda of the second floor and looked over to railing to Charlie and the glass scattered on the floor.

"Charlie! Are you okay? What happened?"

"Oh, uh. Just got a little too... Excited and ended up knocking some things over that cracked the mirror. Haha, clumsy me-!"

Now they were Literally in Lucifer's house. It hadn't been properly lived in for a while, but it was clean enough to handle this mess. He unceremoniously tossed Adam at the couch in the living room and sat in the nearby matching armchair.

"Done having your fit?"

----

Adam was too consumed by his angst to notice that Lucifer was approaching. It was only when he was scruffed that he properly tuned back into the situation at hand.

"Huh?" Adam blinked dumbly. He had just enough time to register what was happening before he was thrown into a couch. Instead of trying to dodge, Adam chose to just use the remaining momentum to climb onto the couch and flop face first onto it.

"Yes." Adam answered snippily after a few seconds. "I'm now having a heart attack instead."

----

Well at least he wasn't having a tantrum. Did the sudden change of scenery knock him out of it? Hopefully. He didn't like dealing with this manchild at the best of times. Though it was gratifying knowing how pathetic and weak he was now. And Adam had seen it for himself too. "Oh, good. Let me know when you're done with that and we can..." he sighed. "Have a real conversation."

He said that but he was restless and he still didn't like Adam so instead of being an adult and having any kind of patience, he picked up a rubber duck from the nearby pile and tossed it at Adam.

----

Adam grunted. He didn't want to talk to Lucifer either. In fact, maybe if he ignored him long enough Lucifer would go away.

The duck squeaked as it bounced off of Adam and into the back of couch and then fell back on Adam's back between his wings. Why have you betrayed it like this, father?

Adam grunted.

"Bruh," Adam lifted his head and squinted at Lucifer. He looked terrible. His face was mostly unchanged from when he'd been an angel, but for the rectangular pupils and sheep-like ears. But the bags under his eyes and unkempt appearance had been joined by bloodshot eyes and red lines on his face from the couch. "Did you just throw a rubber duck at me? Have some respect for the dying, asshole."

----

Adam, the guy who's pride almost rivaled his own at times, was feeling sorry for himself as he lay on his couch. Lucifer couldn't help but find the humor in this and let out a single chuckle. He almost felt bad for the duck though. At least Adam didn't try to break it or something.

"You're already dead twice over asshole, you're not dying again. At least not so easily. You see sinners are resilient. And that's what you are now. Get it?"

----

"Mm." Adam propped himself up on his elbows. Maybe someone would have expected him to throw another fit or attack Lucifer... but he'd figured out that this wasn't the sort of situation he could brute force his way out of.

"Is it because I died in hell?" Adam looked at Lucifer with an uncharacteristically serious expression. Then, he said something that he hadn't even realized had been bothering him; "None of my girls came back. Just me."

He rolled the rubber duck off his back and into his hand with his wing. Instead of crushing it or throwing it, he just held it.

"Angels don't become sinners but," It sounded like he was pulling teeth just to admit he wasn't perfect. "I have a human soul."

So it wasn't his fault. It was the fucking... radiation or something that hell had.

"Okay. Got it. I'm a sinner for now or whatever." Adam looked at the duck instead of Lucifer. "This blows, man."

---- This was probably the calmest Lucifer had ever seen Adam. All his bravado was gone and he seemed... Small. Like Lucifer had wanted. Good. He didn't have sympathy for him, he didn't care about his problems. He crossed his legs and leaned to one side of the arm chair, propping his chin up with a hand.

"Look, I'm gonna be real with you. This is a first. Angels dying is new to us, and, well, a human soul getting a second afterlife is also new. You've done enough shit this time to get stuck down here with the rest of us and pretty sure you're not going anywhere now. So you might as well get used to it."

And he was absolutely Watching Adam's hands like a hawk. He was being gentle with the duck and that kept him from getting more on his bad side at least.

---- All Adam heard was Lucifer admitting that this had never happened before. He latched onto that one crumb of hope like it was the only thing he had because, well, it was.

"You're right!" Adam shot up with all the energy he lacked just moments before. "This is some kind of freak accident! And that means nobody knows I'm down here, they all think I'm dead!"

Adam looked to Lucifer with manic eyes.

"I have to report to the embassy. If I tell someone I'm alive then I can go back to where I belong." Trying to appeal to Lucifer, he kept ranting; "That's the best option for all of us, right? You don't want me here anymore then I do."

----

Lucifer rolled his eyes. Of course Adam was all gungho about this now. Of course, he wouldn't let that happen. Did Heaven even have a new Ambassador for Hell now that Adam was dead? Had they even bothered to figure that out? He had no faith in Heaven so he doubted it.

"You're not an Angel anymore, Adam."

The words were cold, spoken coldly. And the accompanying gaze held none of the usual jovial playfulness. He had One goal right now and if Adam thought he had any other choice, it would make it even more difficult.

----

Maybe it was the directness of the words or the cold manner in which they were spoken that did it but either way, Adam listened. His wings slumped.

The reality of the situation was finally starting to sink in. He didn't want to accept it but he wasn't so stupid he'd keep beating his head against a brick wall. Above all else, Adam was motivated by his own self-interest and his survival came first and foremost in this situation.

But first, a little bit of self-pity was called for.

"I'm fucked." Adam dropped his head into his hands. "I'm soooo fucked."

----

It seemed the seriousness of the situation was finally sinking in. Good. Lucifer stood up from his chair and strode up to Adam. His expression was still serious, but not quite as harsh as before.

"Yeah, you are. Heaven ain't taking you back and Hell, well, most of Hell would love to string you up and watch you struggle through whatever depraved shit they could come up with."

And now the more familiar playfulness was returning. "That's why you should've listened more closely to Charlie. She had a solution for you. One that would, more or less, keep Hell from ripping you to pieces over and over for Eternity."

----

Adam could have argued with that first point but he knew Lucifer was right about the rest. He would never get out of hell if he was pounced on by the first sicko with an agenda the second he left this mansion.

He… honestly wasn't too familiar with what that depraved shit could be. The most 'depraved' thing he had seen in his long life had been some of the Angel Dust porn one of his exorcists had found and brought to heaven. He'd wanted to let her keep it but Sera had gotten all tense about contraband and made him confiscate it. He'd given her the real sick shit to destroy and hid the rest under his mattress. The exorcist had been stoked when he told her.

She'd died while the shield was up. Adam wished he killed that radio prick when he had the chance.

"Yeah, I heard her." Adam sank back against the couch. "A deal with you…" His melancholy expression twisted into sardonic anger. "Because that ended real well for Eve, right? Do you really think I'm that stupid?"

----

Lucifer stepped around to the back of the couch and leaned over it, chin in hand again. "Tell me, what other choice do you think you have?" Adam could protest and be pissed about his non-option, but that didn't change the fact that it was a non-option.

Charlie wanted to protect Adam, give him a chance. Lucifer loved his baby girl but she sure had some weird morals and ideas. And he had already vowed to do anything that helped her with them. His own feelings were always going to be secondary to this. And that was the only reason he had to corner Adam and force him to make the deal. Letting him out without it and at the risk of getting his ass got by any sinner or demon out there wasn't an option for him either.

----

Adam did not like Lucifer being behind him. He twisted awkwardly and painfully to make sure that he wasn't too vulnerable in front of the devil. He was a little jumpy about having his back turned to people now and especially to the most hated being in creation.

"I could die." It's obvious from his facial expression that Adam doesn't consider that an option. He chews on that for a bit. Death or Lucifer, huh? At least until he can find a way back to heaven…

"So if I make a deal with you, you'll protect me from the demons." Adam leaned back. "What do you get out of it?"

----

Lucifer hummed, knowing that Adam wasn't actually considering that. Not Adam, he was going to inflict his existence on people for as long as he possibly could. That was one thing he was sure about. But when the question came back to him he waved his hand a bit dismissively.

"Well, mostly I'm doing this for Charlie. But in terms of, I guess, formalities, it'd be… 'I lend you my protection so no one will harm you so long as you're in hell or else they'll have to deal with Me, and you know how powerful I am, and in exchange you behave for the people at the Hotel and I get your soul.' Something like that."

----

Adam blanched.

"My soul!?" Of course Heaven's poster boy wasn't taking that well. He looked like he was on the edge of deciding to try his chances in a mad dash for the embassy. He was so distressed that he only barely picked up on the implicit threat of Lucifer's power. "You want me to sell my soul to you!? You're the fucking devil!"

----

"Yeah, no shit I'm the fucking Devil. That's exactly why I'm your best bet is this shithole. No one is gonna fuck with me. Or whoever is under my care." He was getting exasperated, and his patience was already Paper thin.

"You don't know shit about this place. All your angelic powers are gone cuz you're not a fucking Angel anymore. You don't even know what you can do as a sinner yet. And that means you're more vulnerable than you've ever been in your entire existence. Your soul? It ain't going back up, that's for sure. You're already here. Hell is forever, I think Charlie told me you said. So either you spend that forever with the best fucking security anyone in this place could possibly get, or you spend forever getting passed around and fucked and killed by randos."

----

Yikes. Someone was grouchy. Adam personally thought Lucifer didn't have the right to act all pissy about this. Adam was the one who got stabbed to death by a psycho! And now he was stripped of his halo and forced to rely on his oldest enemy for survival.

And maybe Adam would have still decided to try to fight if he hadn't already learned his powers were gone. If he hadn't already spent a half hour hopping around like an idiot trying to take flight with clipped wings.

That was another thing. Adam didn't know if Lucifer already knew this but… Well, it was a helluva lot harder to escape angry sinners without his wings. It wasn't like he'd been doing much cardio in heaven.

He was fucked over either way. But at least Lucifer was offering him some say in how he was getting fucked over. A chance to set terms or whatever. And quite frankly Adam didn't relish the idea of being literally fucked by randos. They'd do worse to him, he was sure, not only in the name of revenge but also whatever sick shit these freaks got off on.

"Fine." He bit out through grit teeth. "I'll do it. I'll make a fucking deal with you and play nice for your kid and all her little friends." He leaned closer to Lucifer. "Happy? You've finally dragged all three of us down here with you."

----

"Oh, yes. Very." Lucifer grinned. Fucking FINALLY. While his mind was now very quickly wandering onto Other ways to complete the set, he knew he needed to get the contract done Before all that. Man it'd been a while since he'd drawn up any sort of contract. He'd been more than out of the game for what felt like eons.

But he snapped his fingers and a golden scroll manifested, a bright red pen with it, filled with a red ink that matched the rest of the writing on the scroll. "You can read it, but I don't think you have the patience~ But I am a man of my word. No secret clauses or anything like that. Just what we've already verbally agreed on, but on paper."

----

Adam gave Lucifer a deadpan look.

"Yeah, I'm sure there's nothing weird hidden in the fucking fine print. Do you even know the shit they say about you up there, man?" Still, that didn't go entirely against what he knew of Lucifer. In all of their dealings during his tenure as ambassador to hell, Lucifer had been for the most part honest and straightforward. Adam had always assumed it was because Lucifer didn't like the sinners anymore then he did.

He squinted at the scroll. It wasn't that long and yet he couldn't make himself focus on it for more than a quick skim through. He tried. But after everything he'd been through in such a short amount of time, his hands were shaking with nervous energy and the words just wouldn't stick in his head. It was too short for Lucifer to have hidden anything, right?

… Right.

Adam took the pen and tried to will his hand to stop shaking. He felt sick. No matter what anyone might say about his character, Adam had always been loyal to heaven and to the angels. This was a betrayal that left even someone as self-centered as him grappling with the unfamiliar feeling of guilt.

He'd hated Vaggie so much for betraying them - for betraying him - and yet he was now doing something far worse. A deal with the most hated being in creation.

"… I'm gonna sign it." Adam closed his eyes and tried to focus on breathing. "I just need a second."

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"I'm sure I can guess." Lucifer didn't like Heaven and had no doubt they spoke hatefully of him if ever he did come up. Probably mostly lies, honestly. He stood up and walked back around the couch to stand in front of Adam, waiting. Oh, he was sure it wouldn't be easy.

"Yeah, sure, take your time. I got all day." Well, since things were winding down a bit, maybe he could try being at least a little bit of a host. "Hungry? Thirsty? I can get you something."

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Adam's feathers ruffled up. He cracked open one eye and gave Lucifer a dirty look.

"If I even think about food I'm gonna blow chunks all over your ugly carpeting." Adam half-threatened, half-warned. "Check back in after I've finished committing the ultimate sin, 'kay?"

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Lucifer held his hands up is a dismissive manner. "Okay, okay fine. No food, got it." He walked back to the chair he sat in earlier and sank down, eyes still trained on Adam.

Until he felt his phone go off and saw a text from Charlie. Aw, his wonderful daughter was checking in on him! His demeanor drastically and obviously changed to being much more chipper and happy as he texted back. Just a little update that they'd come to an agreement and now he was just waiting for him to sign the contract! They wouldn't immediately head back to the hotel though. He wanted Charlie to have enough time to prep things after all! At least that was the reason he was giving her.

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It was a relief when Lucifer finally found something else to stare at. Adam watched him long enough to see his sudden change in demeanor- the ex-angel looked away with a scowl. Was he texting a girlfriend or something? Adam wouldn't be surprised if someone like Lucifer had already moved on from Lilith.

Driven by his own petty need to at least make this less of a pleasant memory for future Lucifer, Adam took his chance to sign the contract while the devil was distracted. He made sure that his handwriting was sloppy and ugly too. He even considered dropping the pen in the couch cushions before deciding to drop it on the floor by his feet instead.

"Done." Adam watched the contract instead of the devil. He sort of expected it to burst into flames so he made sure to lean back as far as he could without hurting his wings. "What now?"

---End Part 1---

#hazbin hotel #adamsapple #lucifer x adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel charlie #sinner!adam au #my writing

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xviiper-rents-houses · 4 months ago

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Actually yeah, can we see platonic headcanons for both Yandere Sonic and Scourge?

sometimes friendship can be equally as terrifying.

Platonic Yandere Scourge and Sonic

For sizzle Anon! Any kind of a relationship with a yandere, platonic or romantic, can be terrifying! I decided to do separate headcanons for each hedgehog, lemme know whatcha think! (I might have even included a bonus! 👀). Also, good to cya back Anon :D Thank you for requesting some more. We definitely do need more platonic yandere content, it's an underrated subject for sure :0

TW: Typical yandere tendencies: obsession, possessiveness, controlling and manipulative behavior. This is talked about in mild detail. This headcanon mentions the following: intent to kill, general violence, violation of boundaries ( by this I mean that you have established that you don't want your privacy invaded but it still is), stalking and overall, disregard for the reader's feelings. I do not condone yandere actions in real life. Do not repeat these characters' actions and seek help if you feel you are.

Reblogs, likes and comments are welcomed! Please enjoy, yandere Sonic and Scourge. Also, I'm so sorry for taking forever, Anon! We all know and love that stinking writer's block, don't we?

Sonic and Scourge are polar opposites; Sonic being the original and Scourge, an evil recolor of the famous hedgehog. However, there is one thing that they can agree on, even if they don't interact with each other as much: you are their best friend. And they'll do anything for a companion such as yourself. Anything.

Scourge was quick when he conquered Moebius. While his sweet ol' papa kept the world at peace, he ignored the major underlying issue that would set Anti-Mobius on its path, forever. His son. Anti-Sonic felt neglected by his father, powerless. All his daddy focused on was ruling the kingdom, keeping "peace," and heaven forbid Anti-Sonic ever went to his dad to talk or spend quality time because all Anti-Sonic ever was to his father was an item, a replacement in case all things went wrong and an example of the King's generosity and "genuine" connection to the people. He had no time to spare for a little child like Anti-Sonic.

So it was no surprise that Scourge became the hedgehog he is today, a byproduct of his father's blatant neglect. He was damn fast with taking over the kingdom his dad worked hard to create, killing the old man and casting him away into a cold casket, just as he cast his son out of the throne room. Deadly karma. Anti-Sonic would work hard to destroy any peace his dad worked to preserve. Anti-Sonic then focused on building himself up, branding from the lame-o' Anti-Sonic to Scourge. A real kicker and big baddie. But Scourge is still so insecure. With no validation from his father, he felt like he had to force it out of everyone he met. But you? When he met you, everything changed. Scourge used the same tactic he used to collect his friends, power and the planet. You flipped his world upside down when you treated him decently. Even fed into his ego. He had to keep you by his side.

Scourge wanted a friend like that to stay with him. Forever. It came to the point when his want was more of a need. Scourge would do anything to keep you. Even if it meant severing the bond and breaking you into submission. So what if you didn't want to be friends with Scourge anymore? Okay, not a problem. For Scourge. As for you, you'll have to come around eventually! Scourge is not bullying you, he's just correcting you, albeit harshly. And he thought that you could see all the sides of a coin! How could you be so heartless? No matter how many times you run from your best friend, (your personal tormentor), Scourge will go to all lengths just to take you back. Including murder, being the top option on a silver platter. (Though he wouldn't dare murder someone so fast because he needs to be known).

Anyone who tried to help you escape from him is marked as a prime punching bag, a brand new sparring toy for Scourge to smack down over and over. Any personal friendships you have, need to be kept a secret from your obsessive, BEST friend, lest he find them and unleash hellfire. Scourge is controlling in the "friendship" you have with him. He fully believes that he is the only friend that you've got and the only one that you actually need. However, Scourge gets to have as many friends as he wants to. His need to be acknowledged overpowers any sense of kindness or genuine respect he has for you. Scourge has to take the majority of the spotlight, only giving you some of it just because he feels like it. Scourge is no companion, he is your captor.

Sonic the renowned hero of Mobius, saving the planet from invasion time and time again. The go-to guy if you're needing someone super fly, ready for the all-time high. He's the fastest hedgehog known all around! Almost everyone knows who he is, like Silver the hedgehog from the future and of course, Rob-of-Hedge from his hidden lands. Sonic's been around to do it all, had his best friends, (and even his girlfriends from the past and present) support him through his journey to heroics and finally, his family. Who are we kiddin'? Sonic's friends are also his family! And he loves his family. He would do anything for his friends and family. Anything.

Don't get him wrong, Sonic's all for a little rough and tumble, especially on his seventeenth birthday where Dr. Eggman surprised him with a robotic attack, but he's seen the dangers of fighting. And what it can do to the people you love the most— his dad, a living robot, his friend, Bunnie D'Coolette and so many more. And you, his best friend, every day get-it-going pal, Sonic doesn't want to see you hurt. You happen to be fighting one of Egghead's newest badnicks? Oh you betcha Sonic's zooming in to take the majority of the punches, fighting your battles for you. And you choose to confront him about it? No, listen, you're wrong. Sonic's trying to protect you—clearly you can't see that! That's fine, really it is, take all the time you need, Sonic doesn't have a limit at all. (Flat out lies, though Sonic hates to admit it).

He is constantly checking in on you, to the point where you don't get to have your own privacy because Sonic's made it a point to set up his sleeping space in your room. His excuse? A forever sleepover. Only the dynamic duo allowed— no additives. You kick him out? Okay, two can play at that game. He'll make sure it's difficult to get into his place because, well, you kicked him out! It's not fair that you did that, really. You're being unkind and just a jerk. Sonic will manipulate you into believing this, just so he can control what you do and how you do it. He will even control which of his friends you interact with, just so he can keep tabs on you. Sonic's not above stalking, even when you point out how uncomfortable it makes you. When it comes to your safety, he does not care if he's being overbearing. Sonic doesn't care if he's limiting you from seeing other people—you're not gonna get hurt, ever.

Sonic's gotta lot of unchecked and uncared for trauma that worms its way into your friendship, ruining it in the process. As mentioned before, he gets into your business when he clearly doesn't need to. Sonic overtime, grows frantic, speedy mind running itself into a tizzy all because you got punched square in the face by an unexpected badnick and Sonic wasn't there to block it. Or the time that you went out for a simple walk because, you felt cramped up inside. He often oversteps the boundaries that you set because, and quite frankly, he doesn't care about how you feel. He cares that he can protect his best friend from the worst things in the world, unknowingly being the exact thing he is fighting against. You're not going to get rid of Sonic anytime soon.

In conclusion, Sonic and Scourge would both be very obsessed over you. They would both be controlling, Sonic out of trying to protect you and Scourge to keep you close to him. Any other friendships that you have are at major risk with either of these hedgehogs in your life because, they will stop at nothing to keep you "safe" and that all your precious attention is on them.

If Sonic and Scourge were to meet up ever again, especially with you in the equation, they would most definitely clash heads. Fights between the two wouldn't be all smiles anymore—lucky you— it's a blood bath. Punches are not held back and using weapons in fights is not out of the question anymore. It's kill or be killed when it comes to your attention. Scourge, as much as he likes the attention he gets from Sonic, will do everything he can to kill Sonic.

Forget Sonic. He's the better hedgehog anyway, so having that blue moronic bastard out the way is a welcomed treat. Scourge doesn't care how many times he has to beat Sonic down to a pulp; he's gonna get you in the end and no one will ever get in the way of your friendship. Sonic will fight to the death if it means that you stay out of whatever hell Scourge is bringing with him. He disregards his heroic nature when it comes to Scourge, leaning in on his ego and experience. Sonic isn't shooting to defeat anymore. He's shooting to kill.

#yandere #xviipersworks #x reader #self insert #yandere male #xviiper #yandere sonic the hedgehog #yandere sonic #yandere scourge the hedgehog archie #yandere sonic the hedgehog archie #yandere sonic vs scourge

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skye707 · 1 year ago

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Sorry if this one is a little bit personal, but how would the Riddlers react to you coming out as autistic? I was diagnosed when I was really young and everytime I've told people, I've been immediately socially ostracized, no matter how hard I try, so I kind of want some comfort. Also thank you and I hope you have a nice day!!

I'm sorry to hear that people have been lame to you, but just know that in this town (e.g. my blog) we show love to all people 💙

Unburied - That's cool, he says kind of sing-songishly. Don't be fooled, he really is intrigued by this development in your character. To him, it's just something that makes you that much more interesting, more of a puzzle to solve.

ZY - Really? Oh, that's going to make this new friendship very stimulating. He likes having to work for an answer. Too often, people are dangerously easy to read. But you? He's going to take his time trying to figure out every angle of you, for better or worse.

Dano - Hm, thank you for telling him. He thought he could sense some kind of special connection between two people with similar experiences. btw, if you choose to tell him about your past trouble with social groups, he has immediately taken it upon himself to relieve your anxiety whenever possible. He will now stick up for you till the end.

YJ - Oh, you are? He didn't see that coming. I MEAN! It's fine that you are! He likes you better since you are! NO! That's not what he meant either!!- He just thinks it's cool to be around someone who sees the world a different way. Maybe someone who will see him a different way? cries

Gotham - Ah, I see, very interesting. Filing that one away in the "Things I Know About My Friends" cabinet. Like with most things, he wants to hear everything you can tell him, about your experiences, tendencies, etc.

BTAA - Finally! Someone who isn't just going to hit him with the same dumb questions (Why riddles? How'd you come up with your name? What's your show size?). He's gotten so bored with the general population. He welcomes your presence with open arms! Please! For the love of everything evil, say something that will make him have to think about an answer!!

Arkham - Join the club! I mean, he was never diagnosed (blame that on a very poor childhood), but I think most can agree that there are some indicators in his general behavior. He also finds difficulty in engaging in social interactions, so that's something you two can bond over. Right after you hand him that wrench and make it snappy.

BTAS - At first, it's not something he thinks about too much. Just another aspect of your character to consider. But then he realizes that you're different and in a very delightful way. You see his puzzles differently. Finish his games in a different way. Look at things from vibrantly new angles. And suddenly, he wants you around all the time when he's up to his newest scheme.

Telltale - Interesting, and what does that mean? He's not trying to be an asshole (even if it looks and sounds that way). He wants to hear from your mouth what that means for you. In his own strange and standoffish way, he's trying to get to know you better. Whether that's for your or his benefit is yet to be seen, but ya know.

#riddler #the riddler #edward nashton #edward nygma #unburied!riddler #capullo riddler #zero year riddler #paul dano riddler #dano riddler #young justice riddler #gotham riddler #btaa riddler #arkham riddler #btas riddler #telltale riddler #riddlerverse hcs #Skye

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thesunfyre4446 · 11 months ago

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You summed up my whole thoughts with how TB isn’t as good as everyone makes them out to be!!

I think it’s funny when I see TB supporters going round saying how it was wrong of Aemond to bond with Vhagar the night of Laena’s funeral when Rhaenyra and Daemon literally sleep together the same night 🙄

They question TG morals like it’s their religion but they never question or bat an eye to anything their precious TB does.

(Btw I do agree that both those things are wrong but I also think Aemond’s could be excused because he was bullied for being dragonless and maybe desperation got to him?? Idk, correct me if I’m wrong with this thought 😅)

100% agreed anon. when TB does bad things it's cool because they are the "true blood of the dragon" and can do whatever they want - but when one of those lame non-valyrian or "non-pure-blood" targs does something remotely out of line or something against their favs? nooo that's not allowed!

and if you ever try to point out that rhaenyra and daemon hooking up on laena's funeral is objectively way worse than aemond claiming her dragon then you're misogynistic :) (apparently it's ok for daemyra to disrespect laena's memory)

wrt to aemond claiming vhagar : dragons are not inherited, they are not passed down from parent to child. a dragon is not a slave! it's an intelligent creature with a mind and wants of it's own. vhagar wasn't rhaena's to claim. she's not an object. aemond didn't know laena, they literally never met. he saw an opportunity and took it. i mean, who knows if he'll ever get to see vhagar again? when baelon (her rider before laena) died she disappeared for years. he can't go to dragonstone to claim a dragon because the island belongs to rhaenyra - who's obvs not gonna let the green to claim another dragon that could be used against her. so it was one of those "now or ever" situations for aemond, and he was brave enough to go for it.

so no, i don't think that aemond was wrong for claiming vhagar but i also totally get rhaena ! because in her eyes it IS her mom's dragon - the only thing she has left from her. and now this stranger just stole it! aemond could've been kinder to rhaena, but to him to wasn't even about her, it was about finally winning against his bullies. he has the power now. no one will ever be able to bully him again. the twins came with the strongs to confront aemond, and in his eyes, it made baela and rhaena on their team. i think aemond's behavior was very normal for a 10yo boy! kids are very petty haha (i do think he would've been kinder to rhaena if the strongs weren't there),

so yeah, that's my take.

#house of the dragon #hotd #team green #aemond targaryen #vhagar #asks #anti team black stans

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tzaharasykes · 6 months ago

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I would love to hear all the reasons you don’t ship Donna with Eric and don’t think they were right for each other because I totally agree and we’re such a minority! They want really different things out of life and I feel like Eric needs someone more romantic, supportive and loving than Donna is while she needs someone more unconventional and adventurous than Eric (I say this as someone who likes Eric but isn’t crazy about Donna, and she honestly seem to believe she was way too good for him)

Hi! Yes we really are in the minority here. I pretty much don't like them together primarily for the reasons you have stated. What they want out of life will take them in totally different directions, especially Donna. Donna is probably the biggest issue for me, and you can't exactly be a shipper of a ship if you simply dislike half of it.

Donna has always seemed like she thinks of herself as better and smarter than Eric, and is not afraid to disrespect and belittle him. She mostly says nothing when their friends put Eric down in order to prop her up. When there is a problem, he is primarily to blame before she can even think of apologizing for her mistakes.

She thought so little of him throughout season 3, specifically before the episode of their breakup. Main examples I can think of right now: interjecting and belittling him when he's trying to tell his friends a funny story, ditching him for hours after a concert night out and feeling entitled to do so, and her diary entry about wanting Eric to be, like, edgier or something, which led him to attempt to get a tattoo for her. It is Eric's fault for reading her private diary, and he should not have done it. But this specific point goes back to what you mentioned about Donna needing someone more "adventurous". Eric was not that for her.

These were the true feelings that she was yearning for, but chose to settle with Eric after her failure with "bad boy, exciting" Casey because Eric is safe and practically "worships" her, which naturally gives her the upper hand. I just think that's a horrible way to look at someone, in my opinion. At the end of season 3, once she was made to face the reality of being with Eric in the long term, she rejected the idea and didn't want to give him a real answer.

I don't think I need to talk too much about the crap in season 4. More belittling, more pettiness, vengeance (unapologetically slandering him in the school paper and then getting upset when she gets a taste of her own medicine), and rubbing Casey in his face. Eric wouldn't think to treat her the way she treated him. Yet he is somehow still the bad guy and in the complete wrong.

Season 5-7 were basically the same type of behavior. Season 6 brought back Mitch, which really brought some of Donna's worst qualities (ego and pride) in the way she treated Eric. Season 6, Eric ditches his own wedding, knowing this conjugal life will only fill Donna with regret. Imagine knowing that the person you love is going to regret spending the rest of their life with you. Just wow. Season 7 Eric seems to have grown disillusioned with his life and this shitty relationship and just left. I'm glad he did.

In the end, it was all a rollercoaster and while Donna and Eric had their (few) sweet moments, so much of it was overshadowed by these lame negatives for me. As for Eric, he threw himself into this relationship and made Donna his whole world to the point where he had no aspirations besides wanting to be with her. Naturally, this made him insecure, especially when he felt he was being left behind. This wouldn't have happened if he had some solid goals for his future, rather than just sitting around, smoking pot with his friends, and thinking of Donna all day. In Donna's defense here, I can see why her feelings about the promise ring were so hesitant.

So, these are my main reasons for not liking the ship. No matter how many years go by and I rewatch, this minority opinion remains the same.

#that 70s show #eric forman #anti donna pinciotti #anon #ask #sorry for the late reply btw #haven't been online #hope you see this anon

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olympushit · 2 years ago

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Keeping up with the Olympians

#kuwto

Episode 3:

Preview: Triton's request to be a pornstar upsets Poseidon a lot, but creates a new beef with Eros that claims he would be better. Eros, trying to find an ally, accidentally walks in to his parents doing the deed. Hermes finds Apollo getting naughty with a stripper. Zeus is losing it, and many more to follow on this unholy episode!

Scene 1: (Poseidon's grand sea getaway)

Poseidon's confessional:

I still don't know what to do with Triton's idea. Him being a pornstar? With that dick? He's gonna be a laughing stock!

Poseidon: Son, I don't think this is a good idea.

Triton: So you don't support my dream?

Poseidon: It's not a dream, it's a bullshit!

Triton's confessional:

This negativity, the rejection! I can't! I'm gonna prove everyone wrong!

Triton: I'm done here! You never support me! I wanna do it and I will! I'll be a good pornstar!

Amphitrite: WHAT?

Triton: Shit...

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Scene 2: (Eros)

Eros' confessional:

Triton? A pornstar? Don't make me laugh! He is just so lame!

Triton: As if you are any better!

Eros: I'm the god of sex! Why wouldn't I?

Triton: Never overestimate yourself!

Eros' confessional:

This little bitch thinks he owns me? How old is he? Five? I'll show him!

Eros: If my judgment doesn't satisfy you, then let's ask the goddess of love herself!

Triton's confessional:

Aphrodite will help me for sure! She is totally into such stuff and can see someone's potential!

Eros: Mom!

Triton: Aphrodite!

Eros: She must be in her room!

Triton: Get in dude!

(Scene of Ares amd Aphrodite filming a porn movie)

Eros:.......

Triton:.......

Eros' confessional:

Man! Where is the bleach! My eyes huuuurt! Aaaahhhhhh!

Triton: Man it's not that big of a deal!

Eros: How dare you talk back you twerp! This is all your fault!

Triton: You are the one who so desperately flexes his sex abilities! You are such a hypocrite!

Eros: YOU SON OF A BITCH!

Ares: Guys! If you don't wanna see the action, just close the door!

Aphrodite: And for God's sake Eros, you are doing way worse with Psyche!

Eros: Triton wants to be a pornstar!

Ares: My boner is gone!

Aphrodite: Disgusting!

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Scene 3: (Zeus' grand palace on Olympus)

Zeus' confessional:

Things are a lot worse! She doesn't even talk to me! This is quite heavy gor my heart! Her behavior hurts me!

Hera's confessional:

I have made his life a living hell! But I think it is high time I forgave him. I have a plan afterall!

Hera: We need to talk!

Zeus: I'm not in the mood for fighting!

Hera: But I don't wanna fight!

Zeus: Ok. What's wrong?

Hera: I will forgive you only on one condition-

Zeus: YES!

Hera: You haven't heard it yet!

Zeus: Anything for you my love!

Hera: Hephaestus! Bring me the ankle monitor detector!

Zeus: THE WHAT?

Hera: You agreed!

Zeus' confessional:

SHE IS CRAZY! PSYCHO BITCH! But at the same time so kinky! And dirty!

Hephaestus: Are you sure about it mother?

Hera: Your father agreed so...

Hephaestus: Alright! Wherever dad goes, you will get a notification about his whereabouts. There is a hidden camera and GPS!

Zeus: Oh dear lord!

Hephaestus' confessional:

I love when my inventions are practical to familial issues! It's a nice way to get back at them for the way they treat me! I have feelings too!

Hephaestus: And everytime a chick will approach dad, some x-rays will run through his body paralyzing him!

Hera: I LOVE IT!

Zeus: ATHENA! HEEEEEELP! THEY TORTURE ME! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!

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Scene 4: (Apollo at the strip club)

Apollo's confessional:

Man! Those strippers are amazing! Look at their ass!

Hermes: HERE YOU ARE! I WAS LOOKING EVERYWHERE FOR YOU!

Apollo: I'm in the middle of something right now!

Hermes: Oh! Have fun bro!

Hermes' confessional:

Seriously, I can't get outta my mind the picture of Apollo's dick! Man! One thing, it was awkward! Two, it was big! Not bigger than Ares' but it serves its purpose!

Apollo: SERVE ITS PURPOSE! WTF!

Hermes: I'm not lying!

Apollo: And stop talking about Ares!

Hermes: Oh yeah I forgot he is your ex!

Apollo: My night is ruined!

Apollo's confessional:

Ares and me have past. A really good one! But he chose that Aphrodite bitch! I have a way to get back at him though.....

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Scene 5: (Athena's grand palace)

Athena's confessional:

I am truly hurt by Artemis' behavior! I don't know what got into her! It's like I don't really know her anymore!

Athena: She literally hurt my feelings!

Hestia: Poor baby! Maybe she was having a bad day!

Athena: I can understand that, but it's been 2 days and we haven't talked!

Hestia: Really? This long?

Athena: Yes! And it's frustrating because I wanted her opinion about the Henderson-Hasselbalch equation! Should I take the simple form or the logarithmic one?

Hestia: I'm confused!

Hestia's confessional:

I'm not sure about this conflict. I wish with all my heart to solve their problem, because I am really sick and tired of this! And I can't take another lecture about that Henderson equation! Jeez girl, get a life!

Artemis walks into the room

Artemis: Hey! Am I interrupting something?

Hestia: Uhm-

Athena: What do you want?

Artemis: I wanted to apologize for snapping at you earlier! I was having a really bad day and I wanted some company! Will you forgive me?

Athena: I don't know! Should I?

Artemis: Please! Ypu know I didn't mean it!

Athena: I still can't get over the fact that you took Ares' side on our big fight!

Artemis: It was in the spur of the moment! You know how much I value and love you!

Athena: Why would I believe that?

Artemis: Seriously now? We are besties!

Athena: That makes it even worse!

Artemis' confessional:

She always insinuates stuff without getting right to the point! Ugh!

Artemis: Will you stop being dramatic? I know you want us back together!

Athena: How so?

Artemis: Athena stop playing with me! Be direct and tell me, or else I am leaving once and for all!

Athena crying: I'm sorry! Come here sissy!

Athena and Artemis hugging and crying scene

Hestia's confessional:

Ah! Those little bitches made me cry again! Such a moving scene!

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Scene 6: (Dionysos and Ariadne)

Dionysos: Babe! Where is my wine jug?

Ariadne: Maybe in the kitchen!

Dionysos: It's not there!

Ariadne: Look thoroughly Dio! It can't dissappear!

Dionysos: But it's not here!

Ariadne: Look at me!

Dionysos lifts his head to see Ariadne in red lingerie, holding his wine jug.

Ariadne: Come and get it!

Dionysos: NOOOOOO!

Ariadne: What?

Dionysos: It's precious! Hold it with care!

Ariadne's confessional:

While I enjoy my life with Dionysos, sometimes he becomes a little paranoid out of nowhere! I just wanted to spice things up and he ended up all evening cleaning his wine jug! Seriously, what about my pipes! They need cleaning too!

Dionysos continues frantically cleaning the bottle

Dionysos: I'm done! Baby! I'm coming!

Sees Ariadne into Pyjamas asleep.

Dionysos' confessional:

My baby got tired! Nevermind! I'll take care of it first thing in the morning!

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Scene 7: (Underworld)

Hades' confessional:

My goodness! I'm a proud bottom! That woman brings me to my knees! I want her so fucking bad!

Persephone: Good morning honey!

Hades: Good morning my amazing, beautiful, kind and sexy wife!

Persephone: Oh! You love me that bad?

Hades: Hell yeah!

Persephone: Baby! We have many things to do today!

Hades: Can it wait a little?

Persephone: I don't know! I'll think about it!

Persephone's confessional:

I like teasing him! He is so cute when he is desperate! I am evil, but I enjoy a little waiting too!

Persephone: Not now! Later!

Hades: As you wish babe!

In the throne room

Persephone: What's up for today?

Minoas: Same shit! Dead people wanting to know their final destination.

Persephone: Ok let's get started.

Minoas looks at Hades

Hades: You heard her! Get started!

Persephone: So Minoas over there underestimates my queen status?

Persephone's confessional:

That little twerp! I'll show him who I am!

Hades: Next time your punishment will be to rot in Tartarus for disobeying your queen like that!

Minoas: Your Majesty, I-

Persephone: You call me that too! Understood you little pitiful judge?

Minoas: Yes, your Majesty!

Persephone: Next time you'll meet my wrath! And I am way worse than Hades!

Hades: Oh yeah! You are!

Persephone: Hades bebe! Not here!

Hades: If you go on like that I'll take you right here! In front of everyone!

Minoas: Imma head out!

Hades: You stay here!

Minoas: And do what? The cameraman with one hand?

Persephone:.......

Hades:.......

Minoas' confessional:

Ha! Take that now! Who won? Me!

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There you go guys! Episode 3 is up! I'll let you know that I'm gonna be inactive for some time, because my exams are close! So enjoy this little shitty episode!

Am I the only one who thinks that Hades and Persephone are giving Travis Barker and Kourtney Kardashian vibez?

Till episode 4! ✌️✨🤗

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