#tried everything to recover my old account but couldn't

[waterfowl69]

bell stuff

"Is it better to grieve what you lost or to not know you had anything to lose" - this is something my friend said when I was brain rotting about Bell one night and I genuinely don't think I will ever get over it.

Something that I'm going to try and talk about on here are my head canons and just general thoughts for different characters so it's only natural to talk about Bell. something that I think about a lot when it comes to Bell is the one sided/unrequited love trope between Bell and Adler. They have such an interesting dynamic and the fact that to Bell, Adler is their EVERYTHING is something I always get really hung up on. To me Bell and Adler's relationship is VERY "Somethin' Stupid" by Frank Sinatra. Bell spends their days following Adler around like a lost puppy. They are simply nothing without Adler's commands and unknowingly cannot help but *love* Adler because of this fabricated bond. I don't think that Bell would ever notice how easily Adler gets snappy with them, or how just generally hostile he is. I believe that every time Bell had a nightmare or couldn't sleep they immediately went to Adler opposed to Sims or Park. Every time Bell needed something they went to Adler no matter the time of day, or how big or small the ask was. Because of Bell's false friendship with Adler (Bell LITERALLY being made to believe that Adler was their best friend) I think that bothers Adler to an unreasonable extent; in the terms of Somethin' Stupid because I really love toxic yaoi, I just need Bell misinterpreting Adler's unusually kind acts as acts of love opposed to things hes doing to "get the job done," and in return Adler just genuinely hating Bell.

Anyway, due to the brain washing and conditioning Bell getting fed false memories of doing things with Alder to "strengthen their bond," to Bell Adler is genuinely their best friend - and it doesn't matter if this is platonic or stems into something more because I genuinely believe that Adler would despise Bell for it either way.

I believe that Adler is a generally spiteful man, no matter the scenario. So when you place him into the position where he has to "befriend" and "work with" a known communist terrorist?? Who was VERY high up in Perseus' ranks?? Naturally Adler is going to see Bell as scum and that fact is so important to me. I think that this would prevent Adler from forming any actual bond with Bell which is why he didn't hesitate after the Cuba mission to potentially make Bell overdose (just generally having zero regard for their safety), and why he so easily killed Bell during the Solovetsky ending. (If we take the Duga endings into account, Adler kills Bell and feels nothing but anger knowing that he was right in believing they were scum, and he tries to do the same in the Revenge ending but doesn't succeed.) This dynamic of Bell being dependent on Adler, and Adler hating Bell for existing is something that drives me insane.

It is the fact that at the end of the day, Bell is a fundamentally good person. That upon erasing everything they were, in the canon ending, Bell chose to tell the truth. And I think that is something Adler can't handle. Despite it all, Bell was a good person. Which is why a "happy" Solovetsky ending is something that actually ruined my life LMAO. No matter what, at least one of their guns went off and lets just say hypothetically neither of them got fatally wounded. You now have Adler, a man who despises Bell and failed to 'take out the trash,' and Bell, who can't even fathom why Adler would pull a gun on them in the first place. But with that, you also have a Bell who would be incapable of integrating back into society. Bell is someone who doesn't even know their own name, let alone their mother's face, the town they grew up in, how old they are, their favorite food, and anything else the CIA thought was unimportant when they erased Bell's identity. Realistically how could Bell ever recover from that? Bell has legitimate PTSD, not only from MKUltura, but from Vietnam; a country they never stepped foot in. Bell would still have that dependency on Adler to tell them what the next step is; "We have a job to do," is such a daunting phrase for a post-Solovetsky era Bell. A Bell where they lack all senses of individuality, and are absolutely terrified to do and decide things for themselves is so unbelievably real to me.

I know this has gotten a lot less well worded and more ramble-ish BUT the quote from the beginning of this post: "Is it better to grieve what you lost or to not know you had anything to lose?" Is it better for Bell to have died on the cliff in Solovetsky, not having the time to fully realize the extent of the gaps in their memory. Or for Bell to live and try to recover? Just. The idea that Adler did Bell a favor in killing them, that it was his one act of remorse rather than revenge fills my stomach with dread.

Okay that's all thank you.

[just-thoughts-no-vibes]

Every day I think about how the Legend of Korra Season 4 could have been one of the best parts of the entire Avatar franchise if the main villain wasn't a new big evil, but already established issues that should have been dealt with long ago.

Ever since the original series, the authors have presented the Earth Kingdom as a place that even without war has a million problems because it's ruled by incompetent monarchs who do not care about the people and whose lack of interest is used by other parts of this corrupt machine.

We have seen how great the class difference is in all parts of the kingdom, especially in Ba Sing Se, how the army treats civilians, how they are willing to send children to war, how the most powerful force in the kingdom can betray its people in a second, how the queen enslaves her people believing they belong to her, how the prince won't lift a finger to help his people, how the king won't even listen to the peasants until the Avatar threatens him, and much more.

In addition to the problems in the Earth Kingdom, we have also seen the problem of apathy coming from other world leaders who have turned their backs on a country that has fallen into chaos. No one except Tenzin lifted a finger to help in any way. They sent no money, no medical or military aid. Their fix was putting an 18-year-old in charge and leaving her to do everything herself.

Two things specifically catch my eye. The only man who actually tried to do something is a member of a nation that has no material resources, no army, and has just begun to recover from the genocide. On the other hand, the leader of the ex-Fire Nation colony that was never given back to the Earth Kingdom didn't provide any help for the said kingdom. The only thing he did was ask a super-rich person to do something, she said no, and he was like oh well too bad. Also yes, I have a problem with Suyin in this situation, not because she refused to be a temporary leader, but because she had the means to help and chose to do nothing. It would be one thing if she were a regular civilian who couldn't do much, but she is not. She is literally among the top 5 richest people in the world, a ruler of the only province in the kingdom that wasn't affected by the death of the queen, and has a metal-bending army that is acknowledged worldwide. Yet, I don't remember her doing anything to help, be it just sending some funds.

Basically, there are so many issues surrounding the Earth Kingdom and Season 4 was the IDEAL time to talk about them. The setup was perfect: the country is in chaos, the avatar can't help, the richest layer of society does nothing, the only world ruler who tries to help is the air nomad, and everyone is okay with the throne being taken by a spoiled prince who doesn't care about the duties of a king.

And just think how much more interesting Kuvira would be in this scenario. I always saw her being a villain as a cheap way to say "Oh look! She is awful! Now you have to ignore everyone else being bad because she is the REAL bad guy!". And to be completely honest, taking into account her backstory, the way she was raised in Zaofu, the fact that she genuinely wanted to help, a lot of things that were said about her by other characters, and the way she surrendered and acted in Ruins of the Empire, it's completely out of place for her to be a villain. She would work just perfectly as a character who is easy to villainize but is not actually evil. She could have been used to criticize the monarchy and the world leaders while also questioning Avatar's place in the world. Literally everyone would benefit from her being a villain: monarchs who don't want to be seen in a bad light because of her reign, world leaders who don't want to be perceived as bad because they did nothing while a teenage girl risked her life every day to do the job, Suyin who turned a blind eye on suffering and ultimately abandoned Kuvira to do everything herself, and Korra who needs to prove she is still useful even if Kuvira was the one taking care of everything.

With Kuvira as a villain, they don't have to work on themselves and their policies, they don't need to change anything, and the status quo remains. But if Kuvira wasn't a villain, but a character that people want and need to be evil, then we could truly look into the core of the problem, that is, the system itself. The world would be forced into radical changes, or at least the beginning of them. The government would be questioned like never before, the richest would be seen for what they really are, and the Avatar wouldn't be able to just beat a new villain and thus regain importance but would have to adapt to the needs of this new world.

But hey, it's easier to make a villain because of whom we simply can't concentrate on the cardinal mistakes of other characters, than actually criticize the system that is the problem. It was cowardly of the authors and I have to say it's really icky that a character who wanted to retrieve colonized land was evil.

[kellterntempest]

OKAY *breaks down door* Time for my sad Boom!Stobotnik au thoughts!!!!!!

@inkbats-writing 's tag killed me in best way and inspired me

Stone is the one who filed the divorce.  

He believed everything they built together was broken, that he felt broken. (Hello internalized ableism) He thought he'd become just like another of Eggman's malfunctioning projects that the Doctor needed to fix. Stone tried to carry on like nothing happened, but Eggman refused to let it go.

"We can't just go back to normal villainy again! You almost died, just look at what's happened to you! You're acting like nothing happened!"

Nearly losing the love of his life had changed something in Eggman and he reacted in extremes. 

Out of guilt, and fear, Eggman forced Stone out a huge part of his life - swearing up and down it was because he was protecting him and also, that he was the supervillain husband and he always knew best. but the trust in each other was crumbling.

Stone kept refusing Eggman's helicopter caretaking, feeling lower than he'd ever felt in his life. Feeling rejected, useless and distrusted. He couldn't sleep, barely eating, and his recovery was hell. 

Pain, jealousy, bitterness, and resentment all winding up in both of them. 

Eventually at one point, Eggman's feelings of self righteous resentment finally slip through. "It wouldn't BE so difficult if you weren't dragging me down so much! After all I'm trying to do for you, you just don't seem to appreciate any of it! It's just mope 24/7 with you!!"

"Me? I don't appreciate you? You've got it the wrong way around!"

Throwing words that cut, out of pain and frustration. Needing to feel seen and heard, without either really thinking about the damage hurled.

"What was I thinking – I should never have given you a part in my plans. You should have stayed where you were, as my accountant!"

"Do you really think you can win anything without me? Without my designs? My ideas? Where would you be without me?"

"You arrogant prick! You think that lowly of me, all this time? I'm the brains, I'm the brawn, I don't need you to be a big bad supervillain!"

Silence. Then, "Sometimes I wish I never met you."

After days upon days of this spiraling and endless fighting, Stone called his lawyer. He decided to leave. They'd be better off apart, he didn't want to hear any more of what Eggman had to say, didn't want to hear apologies, or promises to fix things. He'd take his chances alone. He thought he would finish recovering on his own and be rid of it all. No more powerlessness, no more pain, no more feeling small and smothered. He thought for sure that Eggman didn't want him anymore, not in this state. 

And after the long, arduous and stressful divorce proceedings happening over months and months time, they finally both signed the documents….

And Stone regretted it instantly. Every day, he wished his old life back – he wanted his body back and their relationship back too.

But there was no going back. He had to learn to live with and accept his present life, what he lost, and his injury that would never heal.

And it was a brutal riot. Stone, a usually quiet, polite and composed man, went off the rails like a complete wrecking ball to cope. One can only bury feelings underneath for so long before they explode.

Meaningless destruction, senseless arson, sabotage, all sorts of skullduggery to get back at Eggman.

It's just what supervillains do. 

Stone dove back into the world of villainy headfirst, back into his circle of mafia friends on the mainland and started his own villainous campaign. He'd prove that he would be just as powerful and unstoppable. Chasing his dream for reasons that he told himself were right and justified.

But deep down Stone missed Eggman so, so much. Cried so many tears, angry and heartbroken. He kept his wedding ring on his person, in a locket attached to a silver cord. Half in spite, half in heartbreak, to remind himself what he needed to do. That he couldn't give up, and fail Eggman, again, like Eggman had said he would (at the end of one of their heated fights)

[wytchsbrew]

To keep everyone updated about why I've been gone.

One month ago today, I found a sweet little 4 week old kitten alone in my backyard. He was sick, starving, had a wound on his neck, and was covered in fleas.

When we rescued this tiny, sweet little dirty kitten (who we named Balkie), we knew he was sick, but we had no idea just HOW sick.

By week two of having him, we rushed him as an emergency patient to the vet because he was limp and unresponsive. He had a fever of 106 and he was having seizures. The vet said she'd speak with an internal specialist. Then, a few minutes later, we were told by this vet he had a bacterial infection, he was put on antibiotics, and sent home. He got a little better, but then, he tanked again. He still had a fever when he returned to his follow up appointment.

We said the antibiotics were not working, they just weren't the right kind for whatever he had, he was still hot as ever and sick and couldn't do anything. He needed a different medication. The same vet said no.

We had him back to the vet a week later, and he was seen by a different vet. She tried to help by giving him new antibiotics and medications, but she wasn't sure what it was, either, but she did try.

He only got worse on that medication. Scared of everything, anxious, couldn't remember things, couldn't remember faces, couldn't remember the cats he'd been living with. We were at a loss, we had no idea what to do.

Then, this past Saturday came.

Balkie was suddenly completely paralyzed. He could no longer move. He could no longer swallow on his own. He couldn't hold his head upright on his own anymore. He had a fever for the third time, and he was dying. Legitimately dying.

Mom took him to the vet that morning at 11 AM, fully believing they were going to put him down.

But, we got a new vet on Saturday. She went through his records from the previous visits, and realized, an internal specialist had written in his file that they believed he had Toxoplasmosis. And the first vet, WHO HAD SPOKEN TO THE SPECIALIST, simply would not tell us that and refused to treat him for that.

So this sweet little baby had a parasite from raccoons and rats that was attacking his brain and paralyzing him, and had been suffering with it for a month.

The new vet put him on Clindamycin, the only thing that treats Toxoplasmosis. Gave him a fever reducer and a steroid.

By the next morning, he could swallow on his own again and wanted to try walking. In 48 hours, he was no longer paralyzed, and could stand up in the litter box on his own without our help.

This morning, he is running around, he hasn't fallen over, he tried climbing the cat tree all by himself. He's happy, he's playing, he's the kitten I thought we lost when his fever came back the second time.

I can't believe how much he's improved. He's recognizing our faces, he's happy to be here, he wants to be held and is no longer terrified of everything coming and going. He's just my little man again.

I have spent $1,000 saving this sweet baby boy, and he will be special needs for the rest of his life because the Toxo damaged his brain. His head wobbles when he gets excited, he gets weak after a while of running, and his balance is not the best anymore, so he needs around the clock care for right now.

I had other people asking for my Ko-Fi account and to make a wishlist for things he might want/need while he heals and recovers, so I am including the links below. <3

[dark9896]

Additions [Klaus x Reader]

Requested by Anonymous 👶

Note: Damien is six, Yvonne is three.

"But Papa!" "Please?" "We'll be good, we promise!"

As much as Klaus wanted to allow his children to accompany him to the hospital, it was far too dangerous at the moment. You had come down with a slight cold which made everything much more difficult after the exhaustion of childbirth. And Klaus didn't want to risk Damien and Yvonne's health like this. Mabel was in good hands with Dr. Estevez in the meantime, especially after a few tests to ensure that your breast milk was safe to be consumed.

Looking down at massive puppy eyes while the little ones begged to go with, teeny fangs bared in the most innocent way possible; Klaus felt his heart strings tug a bit.

"My apologies Shatzchen, but Mama is very tired and needs to rest." Klaus knelt down to comfort them, "When she's feeling well you can come along, I promise."

Holding out both his hands with pinkies extended, Klaus carefully wrapped his smallest finger with his babies. Locking in the simplest of promises, something he was planning on doing anyway as soon as you were feeling better. Preferably the day you were to come back home.

Thankfully, his mother turned the corner; having entered the house from the garage on the side of the house. Both of his parents had been a massive help with the children as they loved their Baba and Grand Papa, as they constantly said. Your best friend had also been around quite often, attempting to help cook but really just prepping lunches for when the children went to school.

"Baba!" Yvonne was the first to break away, gently tackling the older woman with a hug, "Guten Morgen!"

"Guten Morgen mein Shatzi!" Klaus somewhat envied how his mother didn't have to lean over as far to hug a three-year-old, "How is everything?"

Damien had also bounced up to Baba, happily chatting about their morning and what the two of them wanted to do today. While Klaus knew his mother had plans, much like himself; she would take their wishes into account. Though his father walked in slightly after, telling Gilbert things he would need for the day trip Klaus's parents were planning for the children. Their attempts to ease the burdens and keep young Damien and Yvonne from feeling left out because of the new baby.

"Klaus, Wie geht es [Name]?" His father turned to him, "Gibt es eine wesentliche Änderung?"

Slowly shaking his head, "She has been slowly recovering, thankfully, but nothing drastic one way or the other."

A soft groan as he nodded solemnly, Klaus could tell his father was trying to think up something that might help. Though both of them knew there was little they could do outside of letting you rest and heal in the hospital.

But Klaus couldn't keep standing in the foyer, he wanted to check on his beloved and newborn child. Stepping out to see Phillip awaiting him with the car running, Klaus tried to ease his nerves. He knew he shouldn't be this worried post-pregnancy, especially when he wasn't the one to go through the pain of childbirth.

And yet, knowing his beloved wasn't perfectly healthy made him worry. Knowing he had to wait longer than normal to bring his newborn home made him worry.

Attempting to calm his nerves, Klaus sniffed at the small bouquet he'd trimmed from his garden. He was doing everything he could, you were getting better, it was merely a cold brought on from a weakened immune system. This was all perfectly normal, just unfortunate.

Not that you could tell upon first impressions. The soft smile Klaus entered the room with fooled you for a few minutes, but you could tell that bringing it up wouldn't help anyone. Going round and round about Klaus's worries only lead to a quiet room.

Though seeing you up and smiling, holding Mabel to feed her helped Klaus relax, genuinely relax as he placed the flowers in the small vase on your nightstand. Settling down in a chair next to you, carefully brushing your hair behind your ear.

"Morning honey." You sighed, "How did Damien and Yvonne take being told 'no' today?"

"The same as always Liebling." Klaus chuckled softly, "Though I promised to bring them once you were feeling better."

Nodding a little, "I'm not contagious Lieber. It's perfectly safe to bring them in to see Mabel."

Very gently resting his head against your shoulder, Klaus was defeated. He knew you were right about this, even if he would continue to be stubborn about bringing Damien and Yvonne to visit. Though his mother would likely have a few things to say about this if she found out.

He very carefully brushed a large thumb against the back of Mabel's head, earning a soft coo as she let go, little happy babbling noises as Mabel realized her Papa was nearby. It was too adorable; Klaus visibly melted while Mabel made noises at him.

This couldn't be anymore picturesque if it were a Thomas Kinkade painting.

Most days felt like this. But as you recovered, Klaus attempted to teach Damien and Yvonne to hold a tiny baby. With both his mother and your best friend trying to make it as easy as possible; Damien was able to walk slowly without troubles but Yvonne had to sit down. She was just too little to be carrying Mabel, it just wasn't safe at the moment.

But the time was slipping fast and Klaus found himself buckling the children into car seats, having to explain the massive car seat was for their baby sister. Things were starting to fully click into place, especially for Yvonne. Damien had already been through this when they brought home Yvonne so he was a bit calmer.

"I really miss Mama." Yvonne said, "I hope she's okay."

"I assure your Shatzi, Mama is perfectly fine." Klaus turned, smiling a little at her, "She's feeling much better and will be coming back home with us today."

Being stared at with such large, sparkly eyes as Yvonne gasped, "Really!?"

Nodding happily, Klaus was just as relieved at the situation, "Both she and your new little sister Mabel will be coming home today. It may take a little time to get used to how things will go day to day, but Baba, Grand Papa, and Mx. [Best Friend] will be around to assist. As well as Mr. Gilbert and Mr. Phillip, okay?"

The sweet, eager, enthusiastic nodding was too precious. Damien was a little more reserved about it, but he was just as excited to have a second baby sister; even if he would prefer a little brother.

Either way, you were bombarded with tight little hugs from Damien and Yvonne. They had missed you, clear as day. Both of them peering in on Mabel while in her car seat the entire ride home, all the while Mabel tried to grab at whatever she could.

Gently pulling Yvonne away at the last second, "Careful sweetie, Mabel's little nails are sharp. She doesn't mean to scratch you, but it will happen."

"Okay Mama."

Yvonne went right back to leaning in a little too close, barely dodging her teeny fingers each time. Damien had caught one chubby fist, Mabel holding her big brother's fingers; leading Yvonne to doing the same. Between you, Klaus, and Damien, Yvonne was being told a lot of little tips of how to interact with baby Mabel.

It was so sweet to see. You knew there would be no end to the pictures, videos, or your Mother-in-Law's cooing over how adorable the children are being. Especially as you watched Damien carrying baby Mabel very slowly, very carefully across the living room, or Yvonne sitting as still as she could while holding Mabel.

It was something you weren't entirely expecting... even if Klaus had attempted to teach Damien when Yvonne was born. But your little family was growing fast, as were your photo albums...

[markjeffercest-v2]

Never feel afraid of speaking (or asking) to your Gods.

May your God be an actor, singer, artist, idol or celebrity of any kind. If you ever admire someone for something they did, talk to them.

If they don't reply to you the first time, don't you ever feel down about it, just keep worshiping them. They might be caught in some unforeseeable happening and might not respond to you immediately, but they will surely get to notice you.

And once they do -- once your God notices you -- it just got to be the best transcendental feeling ever.

[alaufeyson]

Dark Daddy

You got were at the store when you get a text from your boyfriend the one and only Jeffery dean Morgan.

"Hey baby you will never guess what I found?"

"What's that?"

You put your phone back in your purse and continue shopping. And your phone pings again.

"Your old tumblr account about me mostly and I do say the one about me all in black including my boxers and scarf ...have to say my little girl has a VERY dirty mind. See you when u when u get here ;)."

You just stood in the aisle stunned knowing what story he read. A very smutty story you wrote while you were watching him play Negan. You tried to focus on the shopping but you were to distracted.

You arrive and go to unlock the door when there is a note on the door.

"Put the stuff up and put on what is in the red box ~N"

Great he signed Negan yep he definitely read the story. You put the things away and opened the box only to find a black silky nightgown. You follow the red and pink rose petals upstairs and they stop at the bedroom you two share.

"Dont keep me waiting little one ;)~N".

Your hand opens the door to see Jeffery all in black even down to his shirt and scarf. HOLY FUCK HE LOOKED HOT! You pulled out of your thoughts by a belt snapping. You look up at him and and he is grinning showing his dimples.

"You are very naughty you wrote me looking like this how many times did you think of me while you masturbated?"

You couldn't even form words right now this whole dark theme was so hot and making you so wer for him.

"ANSWER ME!" He yelled and it send a shiver down your spine even to form goosebumps.

"Um I dont know." You manage to stumble.

"Mmm such a ditty fucking girl now ger over here and suck my cock I know you want to." You walk over and get on your knees on front of him.

"Go on little slut.. yeah I know what you liked to be called now...now get to sucking Daddys cock." You unzipped his pants and to no surprise black underwear. You pulled his pants and underwear off and starting sucking his dick. His hand flew to your hair getting a nice big handful and shoving you down the full length of his big thick cock causing you to gag.

"Mm fuck your throat feels so fucking good but not as good as your tight pussy that's Daddys favorite." You rub your legs together to get some kind friction to ease the throbbing between your legs.

He roughly pulled you off of his cock and pulled you up with one hand and made you bend over the mattress facing the headboard. And a hard slap comes across your ass with the belt making you cry out.

"Now baby Daddy is in charge tonight you WILL do what I ask understand me?" Before you could answer another slap came across your now bright red cheeks.

" I SAID DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" He half growled.

"YES!" "Yes what? "Yes daddy."

" Good girl now get back to sucking my cock." You were quickly back on your knees for him.

"Mm baby you suck my cock soo good." His head was thrown back. You go faster around him and take him all in your throat.

"Fuck Baby keep that up I'm cumming in your mouth." You just continued your pace and his hands flew to your hair and forced you to swallow every drop of him.

"Fffuuucckk baby yeah swallow all of that." You swallowed everything you were brung to your feet.

"Such a good little slut didnt miss a drop." He said kissing your and you kissed him back. He spun you around so the back of your knees were against the bed and he pushed you down landing on your back.

"I think my little slut needs a release." He says and he pulls the nightgown up and over your face and looks at you wearing a red lace bra and pantie set.

He grabs a knife out of no where and cuts the straps to the bra leaving your breast vulnerable to him . He takes one of your nipples in his mouth and sucks and nips causing you to moan.

He tweaks your other nipple with his fingers just making your hot core wanting him even more. He started kissing down you chest into your stomach and finally landing over your clothed mound.

"You smell so good princess." He said before he kissed your clothes mound. With in a half a sec your panties were ripped and leaving you bare beneath him.

He inserted two fingers in you causing you to moan. Then you felt his wonderful tongue circling your clit and slighty nipping at your clit.

"Mm Jeffery." With in a second he pulled out of you and moved away from you.

"Who is Jeffery?" Fuck he is playing this game.

"Daddy please I need you." You whine.

"What's my name babygirl?" He said teasing your entrance with his fingers.

"Daddy please." "I'm daddy yes but what's daddys name."

"Negan!" You scream as his mouth is on you making you shake and squirm beneath him.

"Daddy I'm I'm going to..." before you could finish you came all over his face and silver beard and moustache.

His head came back up and kissed your forehead as you felt his cock rubbing your now over stimulated clit.

"Daddy please I want you cock please." You whine against him

"You will babydoll you will." He finished his sentence and slid into causing your whole body to arch on how full he made you.

"Dam Baby look how hungry you are for this cock." Him being this dark rough dominant Negan was like a fantasy come true.

He starts to pick up his pace and you start to scream jot caring about the neighbor's.

"Fuck baby I cant much longer this tight little pussy feels so good pulsing around my thick cock..fuck." Him saying that threw you over the edge.

"Fuck Negan yess!" You screaming Negan threw him over the edge too putting his head in the crook of the and making a primal sound you have never heard him make before.

"You feel so good princess pulsing around my cock as you cum again." He pulls out of you and falls on his back against the bed. Your legs were so shaky you just move closer to Jeffery and cuddle into him and he throws a blanket over both your naked bodies.

"Better recover quick baby Eddie is next." You groaned knowing Eddie was even worse then Negan.

"I love you babydoll." He said kissing your head and pulling you closer.

" I love you too Daddy." And with that you drifted asleep trying to recover quickly.

@happysgal

[sonicasura]

Sonic May Cry

Today is Groundhog Day and the entire internet is going into a huge 'Into the ___Verse!' shtick. Basically an Into the Spiderverse based trope where alternate universes cross into one another specifically the characters. This story came from a recent What If situation involving Sonic the Hedgehog that was stewing in my brain yesterday.

And taking alternate universes thing, I delved in deeper with an another alternate universe involving the original Devil May Cry. Mix them both together and I got this.

Time is a very fragile thing and the wrong move can break it. Or: Classic Sonic/Kid Sonic gets blasted into the Devil May Cry universe and causes some big changes.

"Sonic! Run! The rift is closing! If you don't get out of there, you'll be lost in time and space forever! No! Don't do it! Don't leave me! Please! Sonic!!!"

Time was a very precious thing to have. It should never be taken for granted and should never be toyed with. The mechanized menace called the Time Eater had done more damage than either Robotniks could've estimated. The rifts were closing even faster than they should. Someone was going to be left behind with no choice. His best friend Tails wasn't going to be that person if he could help it. His best buddy would be fine without him. For this was his end not Tails. The end of Sonic The Hedgehog. And he welcomed it with open arms.

Great sacrifice comes with a greater reward. Fix their broken hearts, brave little warrior. Heal the wounded hearts of the Sons of Sparda, Sonic the Hedgehog. Right now, they need you the most.

Mitis Forest on the outskirts of Fortuna, a light shone brightly in an open flowerbed. The soft daffodils, petunias and dandelions were greeted by the weight of a small light blue furred hedgehog. The little beast barely reaching 2 ft in height with both face and stomach round with baby fat showing he was quite young. White gloves and red running shoes were the only clothing worn. His muzzle was light peach along with the center of his stomach.

Quills slightly long just like the ones on his back and stubby little tail. Black pupil like eyes slowly opened to be greeted with a vast starry night sky. 'Huh?' Thought Sonic the Hedgehog as he took in his surroundings. He was alive yet… 'What happened? I should be dead.' Sonic thought for a moment. 'This isn't my world that's for sure. And why does my back feel stiff?' The hedgehog then he picked himself off the ground and looked at what he was previously lying on.

Shock became evident as eyes widened when they laid on 7 gray lifeless stones amongst the grass. They looked to be cut into perfect diamond shapes but to Sonic these gemstones were far more precious. 'The Chaos Emeralds?! Why are the Chaos Emeralds here? No better question, why do they look so dead?' He thought picking up one of the lifeless emeralds. It felt really cold to the touch but the hedgehog could feel a tiny bit of energy in the stone.

'Could the emeralds have saved me? No… It did something else. Before I blacked out I thought I heard something. I also feel different too. I feel the same but I can't shake the nagging feeling that something about my body had changed.' He thought before looking at the lights coming from up ahead. He picked up the stones before hiding them in his quills. It was sorta weird on how the Emeralds could hide themselves in his fur like they weren't there but he never bothered about the details.

Sonic walked a bit closer up the hill to see the lights were coming from a large city. What struck him as odd were the large demon statues scattered about the whole place. 'Ain't getting any answers standing here. That city looks like a good place to find out where I am.' With a goal set in mind, he disappeared into a streak of blue as he ran over to the city at supersonic speed.

This city was very odd and quite creepy to the blue blur. Everyone was wearing hoods over their heads, there were armed soldiers about and the place seemed...tense almost ominous. It was the kind of feeling he got running into Robotnik's base or places like Chemical Plant Zone. That something nasty was brewing on the surface. A feeling that no town or city should have.

Speeding past everyone had earned a very unexpected cry of sorts. "Demon! There's a demon!" Demons? This was even stranger to him than meeting his older counterpart that could TALK. His voice box was stunted so he couldn't actually talk but the problem would resolve himself once he turned 10 years old. A few years didn't look so bad though it'll suck if no one can read his charades well.

A tiny hand grabbed his nose surprising the little hedgehog that he nearly crashed into a dumpster when he skidded to a halt. Plucking the nose grabber wasn't as shocking as finding out who had done the deed. A little human baby with white hair and blue eyes had managed to hitch a ride on him. A baby boy in a blue onesie had hitchhiked a ride on the FASTEST thing alive.

'#$#!@ How the heck did you get on me?! You must have insane reflexes to grab me in mid-run!' Sonic thought looking at the baby. His brain halted upon spotting what was really odd about the infant. His right arm was blue with little red scales and had tiny blue claws! It was even glowing light blue through the cracks of each scale! 'Nevermind. You ain't no normal baby because human babies don't have an arm like that.' He thought with a deadpanned expression.

The baby merely babbling as he tried to grab Sonic's nose again though Sonic pulling the baby away from his prize. The child was giggling and all happy before he immediately began to cry strangely. The hedgehog easily catching onto the sound of what he could guess were soldiers behind him yet they were talking about a 'project Nero'. Sonic immediately looking at the baby or Nero in his hands and couldn't help the rage bubbling inside him. He pushed it down before cradling the child in his arms and breaking into a sprint.

'No way those jerks are getting ya little buddy! They're insane to think babies are some kind of science fair project! Time to ditch this crazy island!' Sonic thought as he began to steadily speed up. He needed enough speed to run across ocean surface and he didn't want to accelerate too quickly or he would end up hurting Nero. It was a good thing to know that city was an actual island so he had many places to go from there.

The hedgehog glimpsing a map about a port town that was the closest to Fortuna or the island he was on. A smile grew on his face as he saw what looked like a pier leading straight towards the wide open blue. Without hesitation, Sonic sped up further before using the pier as a ramp. Both hedgehog and baby flying high into the air as a blue streak of light amongst the starry sky.

Nero giggling happily at the sight before him and the rush of wind going by his form. 'Glad you like the wind as much as I do. Have zero clue on caring for a baby but I could find some way to take care of ya.' He thought with a smile before looking down to see they were getting closer to the water. Being quick he immediately began to run after touching the top gliding across the dark blue surface.

Finding land once more was a good feeling considering he had been running for quite a bit. Truth was that the hedgehog wasn't fully recovered after waking up in this new world. The effects were beginning to show as fatigue was starting to slowly wash over him. He rather not drown with a baby in his arms. Sonic sped up a bit more so he can at least reach the beach.

He could rest there with Nero for the night before picking up his search for answers tomorrow. The hedgehog quickly slowed down as he skidded off the water and into the soft beach sand though not without tumbling up a bit at the end. Seaweed had gotten tangled around his legs leading the blue blur to take a header though taking the brunt of the impact so Nero wouldn't.

Something hard hitting his head was the last thing he felt before falling to his side and vision going black. Yet for a short second, he felt saw something red and blue coming closer to him. Everything was whispers leading to silence.

"Are you sure that woman wasn't hallucinating on what she saw? Humans tend to easily be mislead." A cold male voice said with irritation. Two twin males with snow white hair and pale skin walked across the beach shores sand. One whose hair was slicked back, eyes verdant, dressed in black shirt, long blue coat embroidered in gold and blue katana being the only difference to his twin.

The other had his hair down, bright blue eyes and wore no shirt but a black shirt, red coat, and had a giant black broadsword on his back yet walked easily as if the blade weighed nothing. "Lady swore on her own mother about what she saw Verge. Something was travelling across the ocean. A blue blur faster than even you! She said it was heading towards this very beach." The male in red fired back.

"My name is Vergil. You know that so use it foolish brother. I don't know why you took her words or judgment to account so quickly Dante." Vergil growled back at his twin. "Says the guy who raised a giant tower in the middle of the city." Vergil was ready to stab his twin when a streak of blue grabbed their attention. It was coming from over the distance as it glided upon the watery surface.

It slowed down enough for both twins to see what it actually was: a small blue hedgehog in red running shoes. They didn't question the absurdity upon noticing the little guy tripping before rolling into a rock head first knocking the fella unconscious. The brothers running to inspect the injured animal who was nearly balled up into a perfect sphere.

"A demon nestling? No, the little guy doesn't feel like it yet he does have some odd energy. Yet there's something demonic on him." Dante spoke loosening the hedgehog's balled up form to uncover a sleeping Nero cuddled into the hedgehog's fur and stomach. Vergil's eyes widened upon the baby's demonic arm and the energy flowing from it. 

Dante quickly catching onto who the baby actually was. An amused yet heartfelt grin growing on his face at the very conclusion he came to on Nero's identity. "Holy shit. The little fuzzball must have took all the impact so this little fella wouldn't. Never suspected ya to be the first to get laid without protection." Dante quipped only to earn a snarl from his brother.

Verdant eyes soften upon the sight of the infant before looking at the hedgehog that shielded his child from harm. 'The little furball is a mere nestling in age yet it's unfathomable for him to have that type of speed. If trained properly, this young creature will be a powerful force to be reckoned with. A worthy comrade and general." Vergil's devil hissed within the depths of his mind. Neither of them weren't blind to the massive potential the little hedgehog had.

"Vergil! Earth to Vergil!" Had snapped the young man out of his thoughts. He realized that he was cradling both his child AND the hedgehog in his arms. "Looks like someone's demonic maternal instincts decided to kick in. You snatched both the tykes and growled at me." Dante joked with a mischievous grin on his face. Vergil secured the two children into his left arm before pulling out his sword, the Yamato.

He brought the blade slicing a rift in the center of time and space revealing the interior of a shabby shop. He sheathed his sword while a blue spectral one stabbed into his laughing brother's chest. Dante recoiled from the sudden weight yet was still laughing as he followed his brother into the rift. He'll clean up the blood later. Teasing 'Mama Vergil' was more important.

After all, it isn't everyday that a little hedgehog who can run at supersonic speed across the ocean before crashing onto the beach with your older twin brother's baby with him. Or said brother instantly going into papa devil mode and growling at you for even trying to help take care of the unconscious tykes.

It was hilarious on how quick Vergil's personality just swapped because of his primal maternal instincts. The little hedgehog had a nasty bruise and cut on his head from hitting stone at how fast he was going earlier. Vergil threatening to stab his brother if Dante didn't get any bandages to wrap around the injury or any baby products for his son Nero which was the name on the tyke's onesie.

Yet, when Dante came back to seven lifeless stones on the counter of his desk as Vergil sat on the couch with a sleeping Nero nestled into a long silver black tail fast asleep coming from said brother's spine. The little hedgehog was on Vergil's lap while the older brother applied some ointment to the little guy's injury. The hedgehog wincing from the sting but not fighting back or even screaming in pain. "Looks like Sonic is quite the trooper. Despite being conked out, he ain't even letting out a whimper." Vergil gave his brother an odd look.

"Sonic?" The oldest asked in pure confusion. "Got to call him something until he wakes up. Since he was running across the ocean at Mach 1 speed, I thought the name Sonic suited the little guy. He must have some insane pain tolerance though. A bump to the head with your crappy homemade medicine would have me howling." Dante quipped as he handed the medical tape and bandages to his now growling brother.

"By the way, why are there a hunk of rocks on my desk?" The younger male pointed out casually picking up one of the stones. His eyes widened a bit upon detecting the small bit of peculiar energy hidden deep inside the stone. "It was on 'Sonic'. Hidden amongst his fur and quills when I went to inspect for any other injuries despite the absurdity. There is or was some intense power within all 7 of the stones. Something must have drained them dry except for a miniscule amount." Vergil explained giving his brother a serious look.

"Another mystery added about our fuzzy little guest until he wakes up. Glad you still follow the rules that I've set up after the 'recent' incident. 'No hoarding or using any items of potential magic or otherworldly power without Dante's knowledge.'" Dante joked before getting stabbed with another spectral sword in the stomach. The youngest twin had locked the jewels into a lockbox before stuffing them away. After treating both children, Vergil retired to his room upstairs.

Laid both Nero and Sonic down onto his bed before curling his warm body around them followed by his blanket. His demonic nature giving him the incentive to have both in his 'nest' and to keep watch of his 'young'. The thought had him let out an amused snort. Vergil rested his eyes and arms holding both kids near his chest before drifting off to sleep. It was the first night in years that his dreams weren't plagued by gruesome nightmares.

That's it! Kid Sonic basically babynapped Nero from Fortuna, ran across the ocean all the way over to the beach in Capulet before accidentally knocking himself out.

Sonic is like 5 years at the time during the events of Generations. This takes place after the events of Devil May Cry 3 but Dante didn't let Vergil fall into hell. Vergil is under 'Dante' arrest hence that rule until he can be trusted.

He isn't as distant since the events in later games didn't happen so expect this Vergil be a bit softer.

Plus neither of the brothers are blind to the potential our blue blur has and Vergil is going to take the initiative quicker than Dante. This Sonic is going to be OP as hell.

Until next time folks! Jambuhbye!