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Stuck In Another World With A Demon Fox (3)

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This human is strange. Her pants are made of some weird fabric. They seem sturdy, but hide nothing. My eyes flint across her form, settling on her hips.

“This isn’t funny!” She yells, balling her fists at her sides. Her brown hair is tangled, but her nails are short, and she does not have any supplies on her. Did she come to this forest to die? Or was it to avenge her fallen family?

“50,000 Thi is generous,” I admit. “But why so much for one so weak?”

“I don’t ask questions,” the cupcake scoffs. “What matters is that the coin spends the same.”

I hum. This human is important for some reason. My eyes drag down the length of her body again. Sparkling green eyes, smooth brown skin with gold undertones in the sunlight, and generous breasts that would spill from my palms.

A runway concubine perhaps?

I tilt my head. Assessing. No, she is far too mouthy. Far too foul-mouthed. The cupcake squirms in my hand. Its swords may as well be toothpicks with how little damage they do. Annoying, but nothing to stress over.

“How do you plan to compensate me?”

“Compensate you? I don’t freaking know! I don’t have cash on me and…I can cook?”

I blink. Cook for me? She thinks cooking is worth 50,000 Thi?

“Listen, I’ll split it with ya. Just let me at her and this will be over in a split of a second,” the cupcake whispers.

“I hate sharing,” I quip. “But I’m more interested in this master of yours. Why is he after her?”

“I told you! I don’t ask questions.”

“I’ll pay you double.”

The cupcake brightens. Icing falls from its eyes. “Truly? For an insignificant human?”

“Hey! I’m right here,” Megan huffs. “Stop acting as though I’m not. This is my life on the line.”

“I am working to save your life. Be quiet.” I turn my attention back to the cupcake. Always found these cupcake ninjas to be worthless. Who would send one out to a forest to take care of a target? Unless they suspected her to be weak with hunger? No one in their right mind would try to eat a cupcake in the middle of a forest unless they are desperate. “I will double the payment. I want information. Why is she being hunted? How did they know she would be here? This isn’t a spot favored by humans.”

“And you’ll give me a 100,000 Thi?” The cupcake sheathes its swords and strokes its nonexistent chin. “How do I know you’re good for it? You hardly look like you have the coin.”

“Looks are deceiving, aren’t they?”

“Touche.” The cupcake squirms and I let it fall to the ground with a splat. “You could have set me down gently!” it bellows, struggling to its feet. How these things get around without some beast snatching them up is curious. I have never thought to take the time to study them and their habits.

“Human—Megan, come here. The cupcake will need proof of your death.”

Megan hesitates, but walks closer to me. She cradles her hands to her chest as though that will somehow shield her.

“You aren’t seriously going to kill me, are you?”

“No, I merely require a locket of hair and some blood.” I beckon her forth. When she is hand’s width away, I step towards her. She takes a step back. “Stay still. I will not hurt you.”

“Drawing blood is the definition of hurting someone.” She juts her chin out, as if to be defiant. No, she is afraid.

What a curious human she is. Afraid but pretending to be strong. My knuckles brush her cheek. She tenses and then relaxes. Good. I cut her cheek and collect the droplets on my finger. She jerks back and presses a hand to her cheek.

“Hair,” I command.

“…How much?”

“A few strands will do.”

She presses her lips together and pulls a couple strands with her non-bloody hand. Megan deposits the strands into my palm. I rub the blood over them.

“They aren’t gonna accept some hair and some blood,” the cupcake points out.

“That’s why I’m giving you a head. Surely you had a plan to transport it back.” Magic swells in my gut as I conjure a head out of the blood and hair.

“That’s…creepy and looks nothing like me.”

“A wager,” I reply. “Take this back and return with information.”

The cupcake takes the head and grunts. It mutters under its breath as it draws symbols on the head.

It salutes them and vanishes along with the head.

Ah, so that’s how they move around.

“Megan, come here.” I crook my finger and raise a brow at her hesitation. Very well. I’ll go to her. She takes a step away from me. I sigh as I reach for her. Must she take a step back every time I step to her? “You’re bleeding.”

She sputters. “Because of you!” She jerks back. “What are you doing?”

“Healing you.” I lick the shallow cut. The skin stitches itself back together. Her blood is sweet. Much sweeter than fairy wine. I lick my lips and this time I take a step back. My cocks twitch.

This human isn’t strange. No, she is dangerous.

“Let’s go,” I bark out, strolling past her. The scent of her blood lingers on my hand. This will not do.

“What was that, by the way? The head.”

“A head,” I reply coolly.

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

“Did you bump your head?” I stop and turn to look at her. “You wear strange clothing, know nothing of the world, and have zero survival instincts.”

“…If that’s what you want to go for, then sure,” she chirps, but the tight smile gives her faux cheeriness away. “I bumped my head and forgot which way is right.”

“So, you’re an idiot.”

“You’re a dick.”

“Why do you always reference my cocks?”

Her mouth pops open. “I’m not! It’s just a saying that you’re being an ass.”

I scratch my ear. Now she’s referring to my ass? “Is this how you humans flirt? Do you wish to see my cocks and ass?”

“NO!” She smacks her forehead. “I don’t know if you are being obtuse on purpose or if you just don’t get the insults.”

“A shame. I’ve never rutted a human.” I shrug and resume walking. For whatever reason, she insists on backtracking and returning to the area we met. Perhaps she left her supplies in her haste.

“There will be none of those things with this human, buddy.” She struggles to match my already slowed pace.

“You claimed to work out and yet you struggle.”

“This forest is out to get me.” She yanks her leg free of a root. “Trees aren’t supposed to grab you, and this terrain is rough. Yeah, I work out. Indoors. In a gym.”

We are getting nowhere at this rate.

I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Come here. We are wasting daylight.” I reach for her and lift her over my shoulder before she can say more nonsensical things. Nothing she says makes sense. What is a gym?

She hits my back with her fists and kicks. A feisty thing, she is. “Let me go! I can walk.”

“It will be night before we arrive at your pace. Gather yourself.” That is the only warning I give her before I take off. Her screams catch the wind. It’s not difficult to retrace our steps, though the scent of death is heavy in the air. I lower her feet to the ground, next to the bones of the klarvak.

“That’s…traumatizing.” She swallows. “Okay, I ran a straight path. There was water.”

I cross my arms as I trail behind her. She mutters to herself, though I hear her clearly.

“There was a lot of water and…is this it?” Megan gets to her knees and crawls on the floor.

What in the seven skies is going on?

“Looking for something?” I inquire, sinking to a squat next to her. She ignores me and continues to pat the ground.

“Okay…could you check the trees and maybe see if there is a portal or something up there?”

My brows shoot up. A portal? “Portals are not left around. They are created for the sole purpose of transportation and dissipate once they have fulfilled that. A portal would not be lying around on the ground or in a tree.”

Megan sits up and shakes her head. “No, there has to be a portal around here.” Her eyes widen. Blown. Traces of green remain. She needs to calm down. I run my tongue along my teeth and nick myself on the canines.

“Where is it you are trying to go? Presumably, you do not wish to stay in the undead forest. You have yet to eat anything, and you have no weapons to defend yourself.”

She sniffs. “Home. I’m just trying to go back home.”

“For what reason? Are you not the sole survivor? Going back could lead to a death sentence. I see no reason why they wouldn’t have at least one assassin left in waiting for your return.”

Megan stands and wipes her nose with the back of her hand. “No. I have to get back home. It’s the only place for me. This is…” she gestures around us. “This is not safe, and I don’t belong here.”

I cross my arms. “Who made the portal? Your mother?”

“What? No.” She shakes her head. “I don’t know who made it. I was running, and I fell, and then next I know I ended up here.”

“There is nothing here. They do not linger.”

“Sure, they do.” She spreads her arms. “That’s what they do in the movies. They stay and I just need to find it. Maybe there’s a symbol on a rock somewhere? Or that tree! We didn’t check that tree.” Megan jogs over to the tree and attempts to climb it, but her form is wrong, and her feet slip. “A little help here.”

“I was promised cooking, but it seems it was a lie to get away from me.”

She huffs. “Look, I’m sure I’d be able to show you some of my cooking after I find the portal. It’s much better than that foul-smelling fruit you tried to feed me.”

I should let her go. Should let her find this portal that doesn’t exist and wipe my claws free of this. But the taste of her blood lingers on my tongue and the sweetest of it has me wanting more.

I hate it.

This human is calling to my baser instincts and I’m the only one affected by this thing between us. She continues her attempt at climbing, only to fall on her butt. No matter how many times she falls, she continues to get up and try again. Megan is either desperate or stupid. Perhaps both.

And yet her tenacity draws me in. Where does this hope to return come from? Despite being told that it is simply impossible for her to return through a portal that is long gone, she keeps searching anyway.

“Perhaps you should create your own?”

“How the hell do I do that?” She picks up a rock and screams. “What the hell is that?”

“A flesh-eating rock,” I quip. “Truly, humans do not venture into this forest unless they have a death wish. It’s not the most accommodating area. The undead notwithstanding.”

“Great, so everything is out to kill me. This is why I need to get home. There are no beasts. There are no killer cupcakes. And there certainly aren’t any flesh-eating rocks.” She throws the rock and shudders. “How do I make a portal? Just draw some symbols?”

I shrug. “Portals are not my area of expertise. I do not dabble with them.”

“What? Aren’t they like fast travel?”

“For some, yes. For others, they suck away at their life force.”

Megan blanches. Her brown skin turns a lighter shade. “You told me to do something that might take away part of my life span?”

“You wish to go home, do you not?”

“I…fine. I’ll draw some symbols. A cupcake could do it. Why can’t I?” She fists pumps the air and then grabs a branch. Megan draws symbols into the dirt. Some of which I have never seen. “There. That should do it.” She tosses the branch and stands in the middle of her so-called portal. “Well, Roharu. I’d say it’s been fun, but it hasn’t. Fingers crossed; we will never see each other again.” She smiles, but instead of joy, I feel irritation.

I cross my arms. My tail flicks back and forth. “Should this not work, I shall keep you until I am satisfied.”

She laughs and points her middle finger at me. “Ha! So long fox-boy.” Megan closes her eyes and stands there. Seconds tick by. She opens her eyes. “I’m still here…”

I exhale. “That settles it. You’re just an idiot.” I crook a finger at her.

“You gotta be kidding me,” she grumbles.

“A promise is a promise, human.” I smirk at her outraged face. Good, I’m not done with this human. There are many secrets to ply from her. Megan kicks at the failed portal and stomps past. Her stomach growls. She throws a glare over her shoulder.

Yes, there are many secrets she is hiding, but first, I need to find something for her to eat.

“Don’t wander too far,” I quip. “Lest a beast snatch you away.”

“Screw you!”

I pierce my bottom lip with my fang. What a feisty human she is.

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existentialmagazine · 2 years

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Review: 7000apart share a bedroom-pop delicacy in new softened single ‘Whole Lot Left To Lose’ that bears a heavy lyrical message

Husband and wife duo 7000apart were brought together as high school sweethearts, and when returning to Sweden after her exchange trip to Wisconsin, vocalist Amelie and her now husband Jon began the well-loved project known to us as 7000apart. Referencing the 7,000 kilometres between them, their message as a pair encompasses much of their own difficulties from their long-distance relationship days amidst mental health awareness and other personal struggles.

Since their debut record ‘We Are More’ in 2019, which has accumulated an incredible 130,000 streams, the pair have grasped upon many opportunities with their time on Sweden’s Got Talent marking centre stage. A mass of other well-deserved achievements have also solidified their joint success over the years, but 7000apart are still certainly an undiscovered duo across the seas and their latest single ‘Whole Lot Left To Lose’ will hopefully mark a start in building an even greater audience for them worldwide.

With a whistled introduction, ‘Whole Lot Left To Lose’ chimes in with an aura of brightness paired with a softened intimacy that shines through every delicate guitar note. Flowing through the verse with just a few backing sounds and the reverberated guitar, 7000apart’s vocalist Amelie hauntingly layers atop this comforting bed of sound with her powerful but friendly delivery. As the whistled hook returns for a post-chorus pick me up, Amelia also adds some sweet backing vocals in the form of ‘da’’s that together make for a moment of warmth in an otherwise incredibly raw and heartbreaking journey that the sound envelops behind its ease. Whilst utterly juxtaposing the seriousness of the words sung, ‘Whole Lot Left To Lose’ perhaps puts on a front similar to those suffering behind closed doors, showing the world the best of itself whilst under the surface is pleading for help perhaps more obviously than you’d think at first place. Resting at just under two minutes long, this short but mellow slice of bedroom-pop pays homage to artists like dodie and Jack Johnson in its easy listening tempo along with an important message to share, and only needs the time it has to leave an impact on you for a lifetime.

With lyricism inspired by the hit ‘death bed’ by Powfu and beabadoobee, 7000apart use ‘Whole Lot Left To Lose’ as an outlet to discuss mental health in its purest and most vulnerable form. As they draw on their own experiences with depression and anxiety, the heart-wrenching lyrical journey touches on their insecurities and uncertainties within life, including the intrusive ones in our minds that many will wholeheartedly relate to. Lines like ‘Sometimes I feel like this could be our last goodbye, because I know that love can end without a single warning’ very intimately explore the internal narrative fed to you from your demons, whether the anxiety stems from a loved one dying or the idea they’ll make a sudden decision to end a lengthy happy relationship, 7000apart have been sure to pen a realistic but melancholic insight into the everyday realities of mental health and the irrational thoughts it can cause. With a few moments that feel initially light yet darker upon closer inspection, 7000apart know exactly how to write an upbeat sad song for their listeners to relate to but find hope under the surface: ‘Sometimes at night I don’t want to close my eyes because I know I’ll have to open them up in the morning.’ Alluding to not wanting to wake up at all, yet still providing an air of hope in that you should make every second count, 7000apart have formulated a song that undoubtably will hurt to hear but make you feel a thousand times less alone - urging their listeners stick through the darkness and come out the other side in a place as joyful as their sound.

‘Whole Lot Left To Lose’ is available to check out here if 7000apart sound like the dreamy pair you’ve been hoping to discover, or if you’re just in need of an impactful song that doesn’t carry too much weight!

Written by: Tatiana Whybrow

Photo Credits: Snap Studio Official

#music #singlereview #7000apart

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aro-comics · 3 years

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Meet the Artist!

As promised, the #meettheartist for this week 🐸 I may have fallen a little behind in school and this is the most I can offer for now 😭😖 I don’t really have much to say except that I stress draw myself as a demon quite often 😅 sometimes all a girl wants is pointy teeth and horns 😩 I hope y’all are doing well (those of you also doing exams/wrapping up school stuff, good luck!!) 💚💚💚 I’ll be back next week with our regularly scheduled programming!!! Jealousy comic up ahead 😈🤘🏻

[Image Description:

Title slide:

A layout in the typical “meet the artist” drawing format, where a drawing of the artist is paired with information about them.

On the left is a full body drawing of Celia throwing up a peace sign. She is wearing a black turtleneck, a striped dress shirt on top, a pair of high-waisted brown work pants with black boots. In the background are small yellow sparkles.

On the right, drawn on top of what appears to be a piece of torn grid paper is some basic information about Celia. Please note that I will, for the sake of concision, summarize the information I have written in the drawing in point form:

She is 21 years old, uses she/her pronouns, is from Canada, is an INTJ (although in brackets, she has written ENTJ with a question mark), and has the astrological sign Cancer.

About Celia: Gray aromantic (in brackets, pansexual followed with a question mark), somehow both lethargic and chipper at the same time, emotional about the “OCs” (original characters).

Likes: Orange (fruit AND colour), birds and reptiles, environmentalism, stationary, typography (written in big letters with an underline), post hardcore and tropical house music, learning new things and going exploring, making friends, and 9-12 graphic novels (seriously, they’re really good)

Dislikes: Cold + Dark places, mosquitoes, struggling to read social cues, gelatinous foods + seaweed, the educational system, pollution and waste, messy spaces, stories where bad stuff happens to the characters for no reason

Slide 2:

Another drawing of a torn piece of paper. Written in large letters filled in with orange are the words: “Bonus Sketches (next page)”

Slide 3:

A page full of sketches of Celia, some which depict her as a demon girl with pointy teeth, ears, and horns. In the top left corner is written “Gremlin Extrodinaire”, followed by her username. A little arrow points to the text, written “A K A me”.

Some of the sketches depict her standing around, others are headshots with various expressions like amused, neutral, or even one where she is hissing like a small gremlin. She is wearing various outfits, a combination of a turtleneck and white oversized t-shirt with various sand coloured pants is common.

Slide 4:

More sketches of Celia. Some show her as a demon again, one of which has her sticking her tongue out, others have little cartoon wings drawn behind her. Other sketches show her figure skating, and yet another shows her with a pink, asymmetrical bodysuit with one sleeve and a turtleneck.

Slide 5:

Close up of one sketch, where she is spinning in a figure skating move. Her outfit is a pink turtleneck top with a chest cutout near the top, and a pink frilly tiered skirt and the typical beige tights that figure skaters wear.

Slide 6:

Another close up of other sketches of her as a demon. One where she is crouching and looks apprehensive, another where she seems to be aggravated and is exclaiming with a cartoonish exaggeration.

Slide 7:

A view of the whole page of sketches.]

#NotAComic #MeetTheArtist

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casiavium · 3 years

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Fi did not return to the blade. She stayed still, watching her master return to the Goddess, desperate for council he would not receive. He would have to come to terms with leaving her behind if he were to go back to his world. She understood this. She was tired, and ready to sleep.

There was one last thing she had to do.

"I know you're watching." She addressed the empty space behind her. There was still no aura to be placed, but her calculations said there was a 90% chance he would be here.

From out of the shadows, stepped Ghirahim.

"So you're alive."

The words hung in the air between the two spirits. Fi still faced where Link had left, watching for his return.

"Just barely." The demon behind her whispered. He sounded worn down, struggling to hold on.

Fi wasn't sure what to do. Any knowledge about the other sword spirit was hidden from her, if she ever knew of him in the first place. All she had left were fading memories of battle records and empty spaces when Link had cut her off. To her, he was an enemy to dispatch of. Still, bits and pieces of conversations suggested otherwise.

She knew what she had to do, for Link's sake.

With a small gesture towards her sword, she asked, "You can feel him, can't you?"

The last traces of Demise's spirit were trapped within the blade, and if luck was on their side, they would never get out. However, they were still there. Fi was unsure if it was enough to keep a hold on the other sword, but if there was any possibility Ghirahim was still trying to follow the orders of Demise, she would never let him near Link.

"Nothing can release what is trapped in the sword." Finally, she turned, cold stare burning into the spirit behind her. Still in the same form as her, Fi could see the damage the Master Sword had done to him. Core cracked and exposing lava-like blood, limbs scattered with dents and scratches, dull patches of ash from lightning strikes he wasn't made to withstand... Demise's mistreatment of his weapon had led to his downfall.

The white eyes closed.

"Don't worry, I don't wish to. I had thought... I had thought he would be different."

"He didn't make you to think."

Ghirahim glanced back at her. "You're right. We're weapons. Tools to be used. Forced to follow the will of the gods," he scoffed, eyes wandering around the temple, "and you may have won, but you're no better off than me, are you? Still dying. Discarded by our creators."

Fi softly shook her head. "I may be. You have no master. What will you do now?"

"I can't last long like this." Ghirahim sighed, hand grazing over his gem. "I may have escaped Demise, but that just means... it's only a matter of time before I start to fade like you. If fate is kind, and it has no reason to be, I'll never wake back up. At least you know who your next master will be. Demise never thought to put such precautions on my blade."

"Link will be waiting for you."

Ghirahim almost missed her statement. Gaze snapping back to her, he looked confused.

"What?"

"I'll tell him to find you. In his time. You'll be healed by then, won't you?"

"Why?"

Fi turned back to where Link was talking to Zelda.

"He doesn't understand why, but he cares for you. He needs someone, but now that he knows his best friend is the goddess, he won't see her the same. It will be hard to trust their friendship, and nothing more will come of it. He wants more. You are not the best option, but... it's where his heart lies."

"Even after this?"

"Yes. 100% positive."

Fi could hear slight arguing from her master and the goddess. She knew their time here was coming to an end.

"He's wanted this for a while. I was worried to leave him alone after this, that he would start seeking out danger he wouldn't be able to handle. Our quest was not kind to him, but he will be reluctant to leave it behind. From you, he can have the sword he needs and the intamacy he wants. With no reason for you to harm his friends, he shouldn't have trouble controlling your darker side."

Ghirahim considered her reasoning. Making up his mind, he shook his head in acceptance, smiling back at Fi.

"You knew I was a sword, didn't you? You've thought about this for a while."

"I had reason to believe. You misspoke and included yourself in a statement referring to sword spirits, no other could posses your unwavering loyalty to a master such as Demise." She paused, remembering the few pieces of information she had saved.

"... I could never sense your aura. I don't believe Hylia wanted me getting any ideas. Free will is not something one generally wants in a weapon." She almost smiled.

"Is that... all you know of me?"

Ghirahim's question was never answered. The argument from behind the Gate of Time was dying down, so Fi started to explain her plan with more urgency.

"Wait for him somewhere he'll find you again. I'm sure you know of a place. I'll tell him not to fear your return. For him, it won't be much longer after this..."

"I can't wait another thousands of years." Ghirahim panicked, eyes widening at the prospect.

"It's not that bad. You need the time to heal. "

"Easy for you to say, you weren't alive for it! You weren't conscious!"

"And you won't be, either. You said so yourself. You'll start to fade soon, entering a rest that can only be broken when someone draws your blade again. Be sure Link will be the next."

Fi spoke harshly. If she had been human, she thought this would be what annoyance felt like. Changing her tone, she softly added, "It... doesn't hurt. Not like... becoming the sword."

"Tell me about it." Ghirahim replied sarcastically. He didn't take her comment seriously, before looking back to see the spirit looked uncharacteristically distressed.

"I wasn't supposed to remember that... I don't believe..." She muttered, drifting back from her blade.

"What do you remember?"

Her lack of response was telling enough. Hylia must have seen it as a mercy to take her memories, to leave her only with what she needed to help Link.

"Not... much. Not... anymore. It's... it's over."

Fi flickered, trying to keep from disappearing into the sword too soon. Looking back at spirit, she requested one last time, "Please, Ghirahim... take... care of him."

The other sword nodded, stepping back. He was ready to leave, but out from behind the Gate stepped Link.

The hero froze. The pair had a second of eye contact before the demon faded away into diamonds.

#sword spirit siblingsssss #Fi doesn't remember though #skyward sword fi #skyward sword #ghirahim #link #ghiralink #writing #the longer i look at this the more i hate it #it doesn't flow very well #I hope I'm better at writing now than when I wrote this #I'm not but. I can still hope #no I am I just have trouble seeing it #cherryskywriting

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sammysmaddy · 3 years

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Goodbyes (Samifer x Reader)*

Summary: Sam's said yes to Lucifer and when Lucifer finds all of his dirty thoughts trapped inside his head, he gives Sam a front seat show to his sister.

Pairing: Lucifer!Sam x Winchester!Reader

Warnings: incest, sister!cest, noncon on two accounts, choking, p in v, angst, crying, biting, blood mentioned, Sammy having dirty thoughts about his little sister ;)

W/C: 4,000+

A/N: Idk where this idea popped out of but I love it 😏😳 :) Also I know that twistedly isn't a word, okay? Edited to the best of my ability because I’m too scared to load smut into grammarly 😂

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"Sammy? What are you doing here?" She asked, her eyes full and wide as they stared up at him.

"I just wanted to see you," He replied, looking down at her as she sat up against the headboard. He could tell she was still half asleep, a little startled by his presence, and he could practically hear her heart beating out of her chest.

"You didn't?" She trailed on, furrowing her eyebrows and looking super concerned. Sam gave her a soft smile, shaking his head 'no'. As she scooted over towards the middle of the bed, Sam sat next to her, and placed his hand on her thigh in a sense to reassure her. "You okay, Sam? What happened?" She asked, worry lacing her voice in response to his body language. She could tell he was upset, but unfortunately she couldn't read his mind.

"I couldn't do it, Y/N," He admitted, looking down at his hand over the simple white sheet. She was warm and even through the fabric he could tell how soft her skin was, invoking a feeling deep within Sam that he'd never allowed himself to feel. "I couldn't leave you."

"Where's Dean?" She asked, yawning and craning her head back against the headboard. Sam got the opportunity to admire her for that split second, looking down her simple tank top, and even noticing how her throat was pretty. Then, Sam started to think about what she had said. Dean. Why was she always so worried about Dean? It was clear to everyone who met the Winchesters that Dean was her favorite big brother and here Sam was, telling her that he came back for her, and she was asking about Dean. Even though he should be used to it by now, it still makes his blood boil.

"He's pretty pissed with me so I'm sure he's off at some bar," He explained, looking down to admire his hand on her again but then she shifted. When Sam looked back up to gauge her reaction, she looked down, and Sam's heart began to race. Fuck, maybe she had found him out.

"Why is, uh, why is Dean pissed?" She stuttered getting out, swallowing hard. Sam's eyes follow hers but every time he's about to catch them they stray away. She's nervous, her leg is no longer under his hand, and her entire body is tense. Sam needed to think of something and something quick.

"I really don't want to talk about it," Sam said, looking back down, fighting back the smile on his lips as he saw her body relax. Nobody knew Sam better than she did and Sam figured if he continued to act closed off- she wouldn't pry or ask any questions, he was right. When he looked back up, she gave him a sad smile and reached up to swipe a stray hair out of his face. Sam leaned into the touch, his hand coming up to hold her wrist there, and relished the way her soft skin felt on his face.

"Sam, really, are you okay? I figured Lucifer would at least send some demons after you. You know with the whole Detroit thing." Y/N pried and Sam loved that her only question was to ask if he was okay, that he could pull off.

"I'm okay. I just couldn't leave you," Sam gave her a soft smile. When her hand dropped down, Sam held it in his own and ran his thumb over the back of it.

"You're so sappy," She teased, laughing lightly, and Sam shrugged his shoulder nonchalantly. "But we talked about this. Dean and I will be fine, you don't have to worry about us. I just- I don't know what to say." She frowned, looking down, and then looking back up to Sam. "You get that this isn't about us, right? We have had some really shitty plans on how to deal with Lucifer but this is the best bad idea we have so far. And I don't want to say that I'm upset that you didn't say yes but we need to think of something, and we need to think of something quick." She gave Sam a sad look.

"Yeah, I get it," Sam sighed aloud and felt her grip onto his hand. "I needed to say goodbye first."

"We said our goodbyes, Sammy. Hell, I was with you when you drank all of that demon blood," She laughed quietly and Sam gave her a small smile. He took a leap of faith and leaned over, kissing her hard until her head hit the headboard lightly. His lips moved around her still ones, his hands moved up to cup her face, and she didn't move for a few seconds. Once she began to tense up, Sam held her face from straying towards the side, and kissed her more hungrily. Her hands moved up and grabbed his wrists softly, pushing them off of her, and she pulled her head back away from him. "What was that for?" She asked softly, wide eyes staring back into Sam's lustful ones.

"Part of my goodbye," Sam told her, diving back into her lips. She was more prepared this time, struggling as Sam held her wrists in place on the bed, and she tried to turn her head away from him. Sam kept her held there, kissing every bit of her face that he could reach, enjoying the small whimpers that fled as she fought against him.

"Sam, we can't. I don't want to," She pleaded when she turned her head to the side. Sam didn't listen as he used this opportunity to kiss down her neck, nipping at the soft skin, and leaving marks that would form over the next twenty-four hours. "Sammy, this isn't right. You have to stop." She tried pulling her wrists away from his grip, but he wouldn't give. Her knee came up, pushing against Sam's ribcage, and she got a good jab in that made him pull back.

"You don't love me?" Sam asked in a pout and she looked at him with eyes wide and filled with fear.

"I do, but I don't love you in that way. You're my brother," She frowned, tears welling at the brim of her eyes. Sam looked down, sadly, as he was beginning to realize that he was going to have to force her. "I'm not mad, Sammy, I swear." She said softly, using her fingers to push the hair out of his face.

"Please, Y/N," Sam begged, looking up as she gulped nervously. Sam noticed how even though she seemed so scared, she was still gentle and caring about how Sam was feeling, it only made him want her more.

"No, Sam. I'm sorry," She told him. He watched as her lip trembled and fresh tears fell down her face and frowned to himself. He took a deep breath, swiftly collecting her wrists again, and climbed over her small body. She fought much more this time and Sam could taste her salty tears on her lips, drinking them in like water. Sam sat on her thighs to keep her legs down and her fingernails began to dig into his forearm as he continued to attack her mouth with his.

"Stop struggling," He told her firmly, almost in a growl, and she whimpered in return. When he reached down to kiss her again her teeth dug into his bottom lip, drawing blood and making him pull back. "Bitch," Sam muttered, using his fingers to wipe the blood off of his lips. She made use of her free hand to push against Sam, but he wouldn't budge. She was crying a river and when Sam's hand reached up and wrapped around her throat, she stopped moving altogether.

"You're not Sam," She said, her voice shaking, as she looked back up into his eyes. Sam grinned at her cockily and her eyes squeezed shut as he applied more pressure on her neck.

"What gave me away?" Lucifer asked in Sam's voice, whispering against her ear, and feeling the chills that ran down her body.

"Sammy would never hurt me," She choked out, crossing her arms over her chest for protection. She didn't bother pushing against him, it would be no use, and Sam was internally screaming at Lucifer to stop.

"You sure about that?" He checked, chuckling deeply. He placed a wet kiss along her jaw line and she choked out a sob, trying to curl her knees up to her chest, but he was too heavy for her to do so.

"Please, don't do this," She said in a small voice, grabbing onto his wrist and trying to loosen his grip. He let go of her neck altogether and she gasped out for air, then his fingers danced against her collarbones. He admired how pretty she looked in her tank top, how plump her lips got from the way that he sucked on them, and he couldn't wait to see the faces she made when he fucked into her. Sam knew what was coming next and as much as he hated to admit it, it felt good to finally let go.

•••

"I'm inside your grapefruit, Sam. You can't lie to me. I see it all- how odd you always felt, how... out of place in that... family of yours," Lucifer smirks in Sam's body in the mirror. Sam's biting back, trying to block him from seeing everything, trying to claw his way out. "That's not how you're supposed to look at your sister, Sammy." Lucifer chuckled lightly, shaking his head from side to side.

"Don't talk about her. Don't even think about her. I'm going to rip you from the inside out, do you understand me?" Sam threatened through gritted teeth.

"Sam, I've had some messed up thoughts about my family too. I mean, seriously, I'm using your meatsuit to try and kill my brother. But this? This isn't even something the Devil himself wouldn't think about." Lucifer joked and Sam's fists were growing white from holding all of his anger inside. "Baby sister, Y/N. Who would have thought she's what turned your gears at night?"

"No, that's not true," Sam said in a desperate attempt to flip the script, but he couldn't hide anything. He couldn't hide any of his dirty thoughts about, Y/N, or about the fact he had dreamt about being inside her. He couldn't hide that he wondered about whether or not she'd be quiet when he fucked her or what she tasted like. He couldn't hide that he imagined her face as she came undone around him and he couldn't hide how he'd never wanted anything more than he wanted her. But Sam had never advanced on her, ranking it down to a dirty fantasy, and she'd never shown any interest.

"It is. And here I thought having all of Azazel's gang to kill would help you blow off steam," Lucifer scoffed, turning his body so Sam could see all of the people throughout his life that terrorized him. He recognized every one of them, from teachers to his prom date, but he was more angry about the fact that his cover was blown about Y/N. "Or maybe you'd prefer something else I can offer." He chuckled deeply, turning back to Sam. Sam swallowed hard, increasingly worrying about Y/N since he wasn't in control of his body anymore.

"I don't want anything from you," Sam spit out, his face white-hot with anger. The look in his own eyes as he stared into the mirror was something that Sam had never seen before. They were his eyes, yes, but Lucifer had installed a different kind of lust that Sam didn't recognize.

"Oh, come on, Sam. This is your one opportunity, using me as an excuse to fuck your little sister. She'd never blame you. I just want you to be happy and these pawns just aren't going to do it for you, are they?" Lucifer tsked and Sam tried harder to claw his way out, but Lucifer was too strong. "I can put a good show on for you, show you what you've been dying to see for all these years." He offered, but Sam didn't let the thought become a possibility in his head. He wasn't going to do it like this. "Remember when she grew breasts? Like overnight? That's when you started to look at her differently. You stopped thinking about her as a little sister, just a hot fuck, and you felt so sick." He said, bringing back Sam's old memories. Sam was too angry to reply, he stared into the mirror with angry silence and furrowed brows. "But then you didn't feel sick anymore, isn't that right? You even accepted the fact that you wanted to fuck her. You've been dreaming about it ever since. Even when you were with Jess. Used her and pretended she was your baby sister, how naughty."

"Stop talking," Sam shook his head angrily, he couldn't hear the truth anymore. He didn't want to be the person that Y/N thought of when she thought about how fucked up her life was, he didn't want to hurt her more than she was already hurting.

"Denial isn't going to get you anywhere, Sammy," Lucifer had let out a low chuckle, deviously smiling at Sam through the mirror. "Bet she's so tight. Bet she plays with herself every night, maybe even in the same bed as you. Bet her scream is so pretty." He taunted and Sam tried his hardest to not think about what he was saying. But Sam had often thought about these things. He knew that she probably was tight, knowing that she hadn't gotten much action since being on the road with her brothers, and he couldn't stop his mind from wandering. "Big day is tomorrow. I say we make a pit stop at the motel, maybe she'll be all nice and ready for you, Sam."

•••

He drank up every bit of her. Both Sam and Y/N's clothes were on the floor, hers shredded and long forgotten, as she cried underneath him. It was more of a silent cry now, small whimpers, as Sam's painfully hard cock dragged in and out of her. Her body was so tense it made her cunt tighter than Sam could have imagined, and he hated himself for enjoying it so damn much. She was almost lifeless, laying there and letting him take what he wanted. Small whimpers, Sam wouldn't dare call them moans, fled her lips and Sam desperately chased his high- more so for her than for him, despite how insanely aroused he was. Her fingernails were digging into his forearms and she had her head turned to the side, too ashamed to look at Sam as he assaulted her.

Sam hadn't realized that he was crying until he saw his own tears on her naked chest. He couldn't bare to look at her face, realize how much he was hurting her. He couldn't think about the fact that, if he made it out of this alive, this would be the first thing she thought of. She would never look at him the same, if ever again. She wouldn't ever trust him, she wouldn't be happy to see him, and she would never love him again. It was killing Sam and he, too, had stopped his internal fight with Lucifer. He stopped clawing inside his own head, knowing that Lucifer was too strong, and began to let himself feel whatever Lucifer wanted him to feel.

"Sammy, it's okay. It's okay, I'm okay," She sobbed and Sam finally looked up to see her face. She brought her hands up to cup his face, wiping away his tears with her thumbs. Lucifer took his opportunity, knowing Sam could see everything, as he thrusted into her harder than ever before. She cried out, biting her lip, and closed her eyes shut as much as she could.

"I'm sorry," Sam croaked out, feeling the way his body was moving involuntarily and betraying him. She couldn't hear him, he knew that, but he needed to say it. He needed to know that he wasn't actually enjoying this, he needed to know that it wasn't his fault. She was hurting and Sam couldn't fathom that it was his fault. His body fell down and pressed against her, burying his face into her neck as he wrapped his arms under her head. Sam wouldn't dare call it a moan, but with the new angle she had let out a noise.

"It's not you, Sam. I know that. I love you," She whispered in his ear, wrapping her arms around his back. She held onto him tightly, pressing him against her body more than he already was, and began to whimper uncontrollably. Sam almost felt safe in her arms, like it was a hug, and tried his best to focus on the way she held onto him. His hips were rutting into her at an unforgiving pace, with no sign in the future that he was going to come undone, and he continued to tell himself that it wasn't his fault. He'd never to that to her. He'd never hurt her. This wasn't him. He would never make her do something that she didn't want to and he appreciated that she was still so caring, even though it was his body that was attacking her.

Sam groaned loudly when she wrapped her legs around his waist, the heels of her feet pushing him deeper inside of her. She had let a string of fucks come out of her mouth and she was holding onto him as tight as she could, Sam could feel her walls clenching around him more sporadically too. Sam hated that he felt pride, knowing she was close, knowing that she was about to cum on his cock, but something about her being satisfied made him happy. The thought made something in his core rumble and each thrust was feeling better and better- he was close too.

"Fuck, Sammy," She let out in a breathy voice and Sam couldn't help but groan at her words. When her legs began to shake and her teeth sunk into his shoulder, masking all of her moans of pleasure and hints of disgust, Sam began to fuck into her harder. It felt so twistedly good to feel her clenching so hard around him, that his cock was the thing she was cumming on, Sam was even starting to enjoy it. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Y/N whined, trying to catch her breath. She was letting out guttural moans from her throat, squirming underneath him, and Sam was loving every second of it. He was so close to coming undone as her legs fell to the bed and Sam began to miss the way she was pushing him into her, but she still held onto him with her arms.

"Come on, Sammy. Cum for me," She encouraged in a whisper, making Sam's eyebrows furrow in pleasure. He knew that she was only saying these things so that it would stop, but Sam used it as a push to his release. Or tried to, just as the guilt began to push its way in his mind. He couldn't help but let his thoughts trail off. She'd never forgive him for this and Sam could never forgive himself either.

Y/N had sensed that Sam was tensing above her, rejecting what his body wanted so desperately to do. When she had came, Sam's body began to tremble and she knew he was close. Now, he was tense and his thrusts were harder, surely bruising her core, and almost threatening to bring her to the edge agin.

"I'm sorry," Was the first thing that she had heard from the actual Sam all night and it was so quiet she wasn't even sure she was meant to hear it. She knew that he still had to be in there and as much as she was hating what was happening, hating that her body had betrayed her, she knew it wasn't Sam's fault. He was merely a pawn for Lucifer and as to why he had chosen to do this to her, she had no idea- but she knew there was only one way out of this.

"Want you to cum for me," She told him, beginning to emphasize the small whimpers and moans that were already leaving her mouth. Y/N wasn't sure if that would make things worse or better- hearing his baby sister say those things to him- but Sam had let out a deep moan and she knew he was beginning to relax. "Cum inside me, Sammy. I want it." She lied, feeling disgusted with her own words, and Sam began to moan louder.

His thrusts began to get sloppier and harder as he began to feel his cock twitch inside her. She was still pulsing around him, her cunt trying to milk him for all his worth, and soon enough his hips stilled. Y/N felt immediately relieved and somewhat nauseous, knowing that her big brother had just cum inside of her- but it wasn't really him. Sam would never do this to her- he'd never want to do this to her. He gasped out for air, a long groan following, as he came inside of her- pushing his hips up inside of her as much as he could. "You did so good, Sam." She praised in a quiet voice, her fingernails rubbing up and down his back. He panted into the crook of her neck, holding onto her, and smelling her hair. But the moment didn't last long and he felt his body sit up.

His fingertips reached out and touched her forehead, and Sam watched as she fell asleep. He climbed out of bed, pulling the covers over her naked body, and began to walk to the other side where his clothes were at. He quickly pulled on his underwear and his pants, looping his belt through the holes and securing it. Sam grabbed his flannel off of the floor, heading for the bathroom where Lucifer could talk to him.

"How's that for a goodbye?" Lucifer chuckled cockily and all of Sam's anger fled back into his body. It was a mixture of guilt and sadness, hating the way that her words were the ones to push them over the edge- that he had wanted to hear that kind of praise from Y/N for so long.

"I'm going to kill you," Sam muttered seriously, looking into the mirror at himself. His chest was glistening with sweat and he could see Y/N lying in the bed behind him. He was the most angry he had ever been in his entire life but seeing Y/N peaceful and asleep brought some sort of serenity to him, at least he didn't have to kill her.

"Relax, kid. She won't even remember it," He smirked at Sam. "But you will." He smiled and Sam grunted, annoyed with all of the stupid comments, but most of all relieved. If what Lucifer said was true, she wouldn't remember it. She wouldn't resent or hate him for what he had done to her, she would still love him.

He began to feel sick with what he had just done, but he tried to remember what she told him. It's okay, I'm okay. It's not you. I love you.

"You know, I didn't even move for the last minute or so. That was all you, Sammy,"

#Sam Winchester #supernatural #SPN #SPNFamily #oneshot #fanfic #fan fiction #Jared Padalecki #winchester

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mschillinvillin · 3 years

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Kagome yelling at sesshomaru and he gets lowkey scared/horny

*I’m sorry that this took me forever. I hope it’s sort of what you had in mind, oh Anonymous prompt giver.*

Title: Bad Entertainment

Pairing: Sess/Kag

Rated: T for language

Fucking with Inuyasha was the only thing that really got him going. It had always been a pathetic way of finding entertainment, cheap, like booting Jaken, but things had recently taken a more interesting turn.

“Sesshoumaru!” The young woman didn’t bother with honorifics, a lack of respect that should have meant her death, but he turned to her, careful not to look too interested. Inuyasha was limp in his grasp, bleeding just enough to make a show of things. He wanted to piss off the wench.

An arrow flew past his ear, singing with sharp power that stirred the air beside him. He dropped his quarry, aware of the way his brother struggled to sit up after a particularly forceful blow to the gut. He allowed her to draw another arrow, watched her power pool at its tip, then quickly crowded her. She didn’t let it fly; the bitch was more bark than bite, and a little nip would hardly wound him anyhow. Once he was too close to fall victim to her ranged weapon, he leaned in, watching panic flutter across her face before she stomped it down and let indignation replace it.

Hnn, good.

He leaned in just enough to bathe himself in her scent – human, sweat, blood from scraped knees, but also a perplexing chemical mix with sweet currents that reminded him of his own poison. He waited for her to react, heard the harsh intake of breath that meant she was about to start yelling in his ear, then vanished.

He watched from above when she gasped, twirled, craned her neck trying to look behind her, and then dropped her weapon all at once – he’d show her what a mistake that was next time – and fell to his brother’s side, fussing over him.

Annoying.

But still good entertainment.

Riling up Inuyasha was a good way to rile up the woman, but with the addition of more mortals to their little group, he found her ire harder to focus on. She took more of a backseat role, allowing them to do the work while she lobbied arrows from a safe distance. She grit her teeth while she did it, barely saying anything at all.

Surely he could get more out of her than that.

He brushed off the desire to simply grab her and run. Being saddled with Inuyasha’s woman was not in his plans. He wanted a quick brush with tingling power and a little sass to rile him up, and then he’d be gone.

The group seemed to protect her the most, and he retreated after a measly punch to Inuyasha’s face, anger making him put a little more force than was necessary.

“Inuyasha!” He didn’t need to turn to know she’d run towards the half breed. Irritation mounted. He left before he could do something he’d regret.

It was time for a change in tactics.

The group moved slowly with a lot of noise, and Sesshoumaru followed at a sedate pace. Every so often, he’d let tendrils of his youki escape, trailing them over her specifically, and suppressing a chuckle when she’d whip back to glare down the path. The harder he pressed, the more her power bucked, trying to throw him off.

Finally, she spun towards him. Her friends took a moment to notice that she’d frozen, their chatter dying off as they reached for their weapons.

“Is it a shard?”

Inuyasha bounded in front of her, inhaling deeply through his open mouth and impeding Sesshoumaru’s view of her. Taking care to be silent now that they were all on high alert, he skirted the edges of the woods around them and took up position once again behind her.

She spun and Inuyasha herded her back again, ears swiveling as he tried to pick out what was setting her off.

“Is it a shard?” The monk asked.

“I just have this weird feeling,” she shuddered. “It’s not… unpleasant, but it’s strange. It feels like something is messing with me.”

His good mood soured. Messing with a human was beneath him. It wasn’t until he was halfway back to his ward that it sank in. That was exactly what he’d been doing.

Still, it pleased him that she didn’t find his aura unpleasant.

It was weeks until he saw them again, despite moving parallel to their group. If he truly focused, he could understand what they were saying.

“I just can’t believe he kissed me!” Kagome was crying to the demon slayer. She sounded mortified.

“Was it at least a nice kiss?”

“I don’t know! It was Hojo! He’s a nice guy but he’s so boring. And then I slapped him!”

“I always slap men when they get too handsy.”

“But Miroku is a lot tougher than Hojo, and now everyone is mad at me, or they’re calling me crazy. It was so embarrassing! And it made me so mad!”

Sesshoumaru tucked away that bit of information like a crow with a treasure. It hadn’t occurred to him that embarrassment could cause such a reaction. He did not wish to manhandle the miko as the monk did the demon slayer and discarded the notion, but the thought of an open palm and soft lips haunted his dreams, so that when the sun began to peek out over the grassy hill his group was hiding in, he felt himself forced to take action.

They slept in a loose circle. His eyes remained trained on the miko when he stepped into the threshold of their temporary domain. She was curled up beneath a shiny yellow blanket, her loose hair spilling like ink across her pillow.

“What do you want?” Inuyasha’s loud voice roused the group.

The object of his obsession yawned, and he caught how pink her lips were, flushed, like she’d been biting them in her sleep. She didn’t seem to notice what was going on around her, groaning deeply as she raised her arms and stretched back, her unbound chest jutting out provocatively beneath a thin layer of strange fabric.

She rubbed her eyes then whined. “Inuyasha? Is everything OK?”

“Just stay back Kagome!”

That made her alert. She moved to her knees, reaching for her bow, but he was already there, looming over her while his brother scrambled and shouted behind him. He had an impressive view down the subtle V of her neckline, but of course he wasn’t interested in looking there.

“Sesshoumaru?” She squeaked, suddenly alert. He let his youki run over her once more, watching when her eyes widened in sudden understanding. If he went to all this trouble and she reacted like anyone else would, he’d be horribly disappointed, so he leaned down and huffed into the curved shell of her ear.

“Pay attention, miko.”

“Wh-?”

Her exclamation was cut off by the forceful surge of his lips on hers. His tongue slid past her open lips, tracing the hard ridge of teeth while she let out a muffled noise. The heat was not unpleasant. He hummed and leaned forward, recognizing a sudden rush of interest in her scent, the fleeting smell of attraction, desire-

A stinging slap broke the spell. Purity rushed forth in her sudden fury. It was everything he’d wanted.

Tears gathered along her waterline.

“What is wrong with you men?” She snapped, springing towards the demon slayer and burying her face in the other woman’s shoulder. Everyone was gaping at him. He righted himself stiffly and wandered back the way he had come, contemplating kisses and why the fact that they worked didn’t make them the right choice.

He couldn’t wait even a week before he returned to her.

There was a shift in the way Inuyasha’s group reacted to him. Inuyasha still shouted, but instead of springing forward, he stayed close to the miko. Likewise, they’d stopped leaving her to the rear and now formed a tight circle around her. She eyed him warily, but her weapon was slack in her hands.

Two options presented themselves.

He could say what he needed to say here, in front of her companions, or….

He’d whisked her away in the breadth of a few seconds, taking her skyward so quickly that all he heard was a gasp and Inuyasha’s oath trailing behind them. The wind stole her shrieks, and he tried not to enjoy how her power surged against him in rebuttal to the manhandling washing him in a satisfying tingle, even as she threw her arms around his neck and pressed her nose against the skin beneath his ear.

He slowly came to a stop and waited for her trembling to cease, letting his arm fall so she would know he had no intention of restraining her. She gasped and pushed off him, not realizing that her fingers were tangled in his hair and pulling his face with her.

She was red. Stuttering. Her eyes narrowed and he waited with bated breath for the inevitable flood of power that would accompany her rage.

“Seriously? What’s wrong with you?” She screeched. Inwardly, he preened. Power flared around him. He wasn’t one to feel fear, and he definitely wouldn’t let her know that it made his heartbeat rush.

“Most would not assume to be so forward with this Sesshoumaru.”

“The Sesshoumaru I know wouldn’t behave like this!”

“You do not know me.”

“I know enough.”

He caught the hand that was waving about, and pressed his thumb soothingly into her palm, rumbling when her cheeks heated and he caught her eyes darting to his lips. If he was any weaker, he would run at the blush that brought forth a new wave of power. She was dangerous to him. Adrenaline pumped. He felt like a pup at the site of his first skirmish.

He inhaled deeply, noting her scent. She had liked the kiss, even if his method of stealing it had been wrong. Good.

“Hn, I would like you to know more.” His breath brushed across her forehead, fluttering her bangs. Slowly, so that she could knock his hand away if she wished to, he raised his hand to her face and cupped her cheek. She licked her lips. It was a small, subconscious gesture, but he approved.

“Oh?”

“If you have no complaints.”

“I have several.” She said it with a small frown, but still tugged on his hair and tipped her head, angling it for a kiss.

“Hn, good.” He complied.

#sesskagfic #sesskag #sesskag fic

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ayuuria · 3 years

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Yashahime Translation: Prince Animage May 2021 Issue (Part 3)

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Due to the amount of content in the magazine, I have decided to the split the translation into three parts as follows

Part 1: Elder Son’s Resolve! Interview with Director Satou Teruo

Part 2: We Won’t Give Up On the Future! Father-Daughter Round-Table Talk with Narita Ken, Matsumoto Sara, and Komatsu Mikako

Part 3: The Strength to Overcome Destiny. Interview with Director Satou Teruo

The Strength to Overcome Destiny Director: Satō Teruo

The Words of Sesshōmaru’s Mother Speaking on Behalf of Everyone’s Thoughts

— Please tell us what you are feeling now that the broadcasting of episode 24 has ended.

Satō: It truly went by fast. With the Corona disaster, we had many struggles starting from the cast auditioning phase and having the actors perform in a different way compared to before. This work was created with a lot of first-time experiences on both the creator’s and actor’s side. The way the dubbing* was done was completely different than usual in that we recorded with only a small amount of people. Up until now, teamwork was created when everyone was boisterously dubbing together which is what brought out the goodness of a work, but we weren’t able to do that this time. That being said, we couldn’t gather in other places either aside from dubbing, so of course we didn’t have an opening or closing party… … I think everyone went through all sorts of difficulties. Even so, we overcame it and finally reached this point. I feel so grateful to the cast and staff.

* Translator’s Note: The word dubbing here does not have the same meaning as what we’re used to like foreign language dubbing.

— At the final phase of the story, it was revealed that Zero’s words and actions stemmed from her yearning for the Dog General.

Satō: In episode 23, the Lady Mother (Sesshōmaru’s mother) asks Zero “What exactly did you want to do?” and I think she spoke on behalf of what everyone was thinking. Zero’s actions starting from when she said “I wanted to protect my younger brother, Kirinmaru” had a slight twistedness to it and in the end, it was revealed that Kirinmaru was just an excuse for her to let out her jealousy. It was when all the rainbow pearls were gathered that Zero, who had not opened her heart until then, was stirred up.

In episode 23, Zero also throws a question at the Lady Mother “When Izayoi (Inuyasha’s mother) previously came through this path, how did you feel?”. The Lady Mother and Zero loved the same man. For this perfectly impactful dialogue between the two of them, we had Sakakibara Yoshiko (the role of Sesshōmaru’s mother) and Sakamoto Maaya (the role of Zero) record together. Zero is a troublemaker but she has an adult perspective and bewitching looks so I think she turned out to be an interesting character.

— On the other hand, in the beginning, it was thought that Kirinmaru was an absolute villain. However, as the story progressed, we begin to see him show that “Maybe he’s not such a bad person?”

Satō: To Kirinmaru, the Dog General is his eternal rival. In a sense, his grandchildren (Towa and the others) are like his own grandchildren. Even while fighting, he had something like a parental affection budding (within) that he no longer saw Towa and the others as ones he had to defeat with a moral purpose**. I think that he bestowed upon the name “Twin Azure Dragon Wave” to Towa’s technique because he had that side to him.

** Translator’s Note: By moral purpose, they mean the classic theme of rewarding good and punishing evil.

— However, in the final episode, it is that Kirinmaru who kills Setsuna.

Satō: It was quite a shocking development and I think there were many people who were surprised. Nowadays, there are not many works that back a character into a corner to this level and I think Setsuna fans especially were shocked by this… In the final episode, Towa was entrusted with a broken Tenseiga from Sesshōmaru. I can’t say too much yet about what that means but I hope that people will look forward to that in the second chapter (season).

Carrying the Destiny of Their Parents, the Children Themselves Move

— Up to this point, which character did you have the most fun moving Director Satō?

Satō: Takechiyo. I mentioned this in the Animage February issue interview as well but as a therapeutic character, I was really saved by Takechiyo. Onsite (aka the studio), Moroha was the favorite. She’s like a female version of Inuyasha and the way she speaks is similar to Inuyasha so I think for those who knew “Inuyasha”, she had the most familiarity and was easy to move. It’s just that because of that, there’s a tendency to start the story with Moroha. The focal point of this work was “The story of Sesshōmaru’s daughters” so we did struggle to balance with that.

— Then who was the most difficult?

Satō: Perhaps Zero, who burned a lot of calories in terms of drawing. She outfit is already showy as is and she ended up fighting in it. At first, we assumed that “Zero would possess Kirinmaru and fight in his form.” We did not plan to move her this much. Thus, since she was a key person in the story, we had (animation character design) Hishinuma Yoshihito-san design her to be flashy and impressive so that she was easy to remember. She ended up fighting though. Hishinuma-san kept reminding me “She’s not going to fight like that right?”… … I feel truly sorry about this (laughs).

— Lastly, please give our readers who are looking forward to the second chapter (season) a hint regarding the story.

Satō: Until episode 24, the child generation of Towa and the others got caught up in the quarrel of the generation before them consisting of Sesshōmaru and Kirinmaru. In the second chapter (season), the story will connect from confronting their parent’s destiny to the child generation’s story of “There’s something only Towa and the others can do”. In the end, Towa and the others are the root of the story after all, so instead of continuing to be pulled around by the parent generation, I would like to depict the girls moving on their own. We are diligently in the middle of production with that in mind.

— To begin with in episode 4, when Towa and the others were told about the source of evil within the parent generation from the spirit of the Tree of Ages, they did say “That has nothing to do with us”.

Satō: That’s correct. They said why should we have to do it. Setsuna has a dryness to her to begin with and Towa has the sense of a modern person of “How should I know?”… … There was a part of me that personally didn’t want a protagonist that would suddenly get swallowed by destiny. I wanted them to reject the unreasonable request. It’s just that as a result, they’re currently following the Tree of Ages’ wish as is… … Did the Tree of Ages have an influence on that? That part is also a point going forward.

The Two Who Encircle the Dog General

Through the Meidō stone, Sesshōmaru’s mother reaches out to Zero who is in the Meidō, a path that connects this world to the underworld, after Zero lost her life to Setsuna’s blood blade. Seeing through Zero’s heart that she yearned for the Dog General and that her hate for the half demons that carry his blood stemmed from jealousy, the words “How pitiful… women who are deeply in love are” spill from Sesshōmaru’s mother.

The Twin Azure Dragon Wave

With Towa’s emotions heightened from Setsuna’s death, she manifests a power so strong that it makes Kirinmaru’s eyes go wide. Associating the technique with Sesshōmaru’s, Kirinmaru bestows a name upon Towa’s technique that releases a shockwave in the shape of a two-headed blue dragon “Twin Azure Dragon Wave”. Getting hit with Towa’s Twin Azure Dragon Wave and Moroha’s Crimson Dragon Wave at the same, Kirinmaru is seriously injured.

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trashmenofmarvel · 4 years

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Branded - Chapter 24

Pairing: Demon!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky receives your Christmas present.

(This is a fan AU of Falling’s Just Another Way to Fly by araniaart. Please check out this incredible series for all of your demon Bucky needs.)

Chapter Warnings: So much fluff

AO3

You took your mission to get a present for Bucky just as seriously as your mission to seduce him. No alcohol was involved this time, just a little elbow grease and fighting through the cobwebs of the attic.

With your sister distracting Bucky downstairs after dinner (“Ohh, does this mean I can give him the shovel talk?!”), you had the time needed to find what you were looking for. A pile of cardboard boxes with your name written on them, along with the year you’d moved away from home.

You sat on the old wooden floor, opened a box, and began to rummage. Plushies and toys you hadn’t wanted to part with were in the first box. The next, various knickknacks you’d collected over the years. A crystal vial filled with water and gold flakes. A keychain full of dead Tamagotchis. A collection of bookmarks made out of wood and hand-painted with magical creatures.

Each new treasure brought a wave of nostalgia, bittersweet for a time when things had seemed simpler. No soul-sucking job. No demons stalking you, waiting for you to be alone and vulnerable to strike.

But there had been no Bucky, either. So while the memories held an alluring shine to it, you didn’t have a problem leaving the past where it was.

You came upon the object you’d been seeking tucked away in the third box. You opened it carefully, the weight surprisingly heavy in your hands. It was a picture frame, segmented into three parts that could close inward, almost like a book. An heirloom your grandmother had found at a flea market when her family had lived in New York.

It was clearly old, heavy with the weight of history, but the metalwork was delicate and beautiful. The last remains of a bygone era, a little bit tarnished and dusty but no less beautiful for it.

It reminded you of a certain other person from a bygone era.

Carefully putting away your childhood things and replacing the boxes, you went back downstairs and entered your mother’s study. The laptop on her desk was open to a webpage of a historical site regaling the Second World War. The glossy pictures you printed were still sitting in the printer’s output tray.

Taking the photos, you carefully cut them to fit the three windows of the picture frame. The pictures in them now were artistic drawings of anthropomorphic rabbits wearing whimsical, old-fashioned clothing. You carefully set them aside, planning to find new frames for your grandmother’s drawings; somewhere they could be displayed and not hidden away in the attic.

Technically, the frame was a family heirloom and probably valuable, but giving it to Bucky felt… right. He’d been a part of your life for much longer than two months, even if you hadn’t known it. The bond between you was strange, indescribable, and ran too deep to break. If that wasn’t family, you didn’t know what was.

Your mother would understand and forgive you, whenever you told her the truth. And you would tell her, someday. It was kind of unavoidable when you were dating an immortal being. You would go grey, and Bucky would always look the same…

The scissors froze halfway through a cut. What were you going to do when you grew old and withered? What happened to Bucky when you died? You’d thought about your own mortality plenty of times, but you hadn’t thought about the implications after meeting Bucky.

Would the bond break and Bucky would go on without you? Or would it hurt him. Kill him. Had the book said anything about the human slaves aging? All it had said in regards to death was they could die to protect the demon, giving the demon an extra life.

What if you couldn’t provide the energy he needed because you were too frail and gnarled with age?

What if Bucky didn’t want you when you got old?

What if—

Your jaw clenched and the scissors glided through the paper like a blade. Startled, you looked down at the photo, but thankfully you’d more or less cut straight. You stared at the photo, the last you’d chosen of the three.

A sepia photo of a handsome young man in a suit, the white dress shirt unbuttoned and showing the undershirt beneath, a familiar and easy grin on his face. Next to him, a scrawny blond boy who was much shorter, smiling reluctantly with encouragement from the brunet next to him. It was hard to believe the serious-looking boy would one day be Captain America and the young man next to him would become HYDRA’s most powerful soldier.

You carefully put the photo in one of the side frames. In the frame opposite, you placed a black and white family photo, one of Bucky, his sister, and both their parents. They were wearing their best clothes, the children on their best behavior, except the boy had an elbow pressed against his sister’s side as they both suppressed giggles.

The third photo, the one you placed in the center piece, was a simple one. A photo of Bucky in another suit, this one more formal, and his sister at his side wearing a pair of women’s trousers and a frilly blouse. They were both older than in the first photo, and according to the date, it was the summer before Bucky had been shipped out to Europe.

Bucky looked… happy. Genuinely, truly happy. You hadn’t included any photos from the war or him in uniform, though there were plenty to find. You didn’t think he’d want to be reminded of that time, and in all those pictures he’d seemed subdued, serious. It wasn’t an expression you were fond of, and the happiness he showed around his family and Steve Rogers was absent in them.

After all the pictures were secured, you leaned back and stared at them. You frowned and shifted restlessly.

What if he didn’t like it? What if it brought back painful memories he’d rather forget? You were confident that wouldn’t be the case, not after the fond way he’d talked about his family, but… reminiscing was one thing. Seeing the past staring up at you was another.

Sighing heavily, you stood and picked up the frame, closing it so only the polished metalwork was on display. It was better to get it over with, rather than stand here, frozen with the weight of doubt.

After wrapping the frame in pretty blue foil paper, you went into your old room and placed it on the bed. You took a deep breath—why were you so nervous?—and went downstairs to free Bucky from your sister’s clutches.

To your eternal shock, he didn’t look like a hostage when you found them in the kitchen. If anything, they seemed thick as thieves. Your eyes narrowed, suspicious of what tales your sister has clearly been telling.

And that’s when you froze.

Bucky was holding your infant nephew in his arms, looking for all the world like he’d done it a million times before. He didn’t look up at your arrival, his gaze entirely focused on the baby he was slowly rocking back and forth. Your nephew stared up at him with wide eyes, little chubby arms reaching up to try and grab a stray lock of hair.

You’d never experienced the phenomenon of “baby fever” before. You maybe wanted to adopt kids, sure, but have them yourself? It’d never been a priority or a desire… until that moment. The air had gone out of you like a sucker punch to the gut, replaced by yearning so strong it was a struggle to remain silent and not break the moment.

Somebody noticed your presence, though. Your sister was grinning at you like a shark from where she was leaning against the kitchen counter.

“There you are,” she practically cooed. “I was just telling Jacob about the time we snuck out of the house as kids and went to go perform ‘witchcraft’ in the middle of the woods at night.”

You made some kind of noncommittal noise, you were sure, because Bucky lifted his head and looked directly at you. Your nephew had managed to grab a lock of hair and was currently sticking it into his mouth.

Bucky didn’t notice, his entire focus on your face, a light frown forming. You still hadn’t moved or spoken.

“Did you find what you needed?” your sister asked, leaning forward to save Bucky’s hair from being eaten, lifting her son back into her arms.

“Uh. Yeah. I did.” You swallowed thickly, too much saliva in your mouth.

“Oh? What were you looking for?” Bucky approached, and when he was close enough placed a hand on your back and rubbed. The simple touch sent a white-hot flash through your system and you nearly choked.

“Nothing. I mean, something. Uh, you’ll see.”

Your sister gave you a pitying look over Bucky’s shoulder, and you communicated a silent what the fuck was that, you asshole, you know exactly what you did.

She returned the silent communique with a smug smirk, and then she drew you into a one-armed hug.

“I’m heading out, sis. Got an early drive back home in the morning. I’m gonna miss you.”

Your frustration evaporated in an instant and you returned the hug tightly.

“Drive safe,” you told her.

“You too. And call me more, or at least text!”

“I will, I promise.”

And you meant it too. You’d fallen out of touch with your family, and after appreciating everything Bucky had lost, you were going to make an effort to include him as well.

After you separated, your sister hugged Bucky with just as much enthusiasm.

“Take care of her, Jacob Miller.”

“I will.” Bucky tucked you against his side after your sister released him. Your face was on fire.

“I know you will,” she said with a conspiratorial smirk. “Because I watch a lot of crime dramas, and I know how to hide a body.”

“Oh, my God,” you groaned into a hand.

After your sister and brother-in-law said their last goodbyes and your familial humiliation was concluded, you couldn’t rush up the stairs fast enough, practically dragging Bucky behind you.

You shut the bedroom door and leaned back against it, releasing a sigh of relief, and then immediately sucked another lungful of air when Bucky crowded you against the door. His smile was amused but carried a hint of concern.

“Everything all right?”

“Yeah.” You nodded, smiling shakily as your stomach did flip-flops. It was hard to focus with Bucky so close, peering at you intently with those bright blue eyes.

“You sure?” He cupped the side of your face with a gloved hand, and you leaned into it immediately. “Because you got this weird look on your face. I didn’t go too far, did I? Your sister asked if I wanted to hold her son, and I didn’t think—“

“No, no.” You shook your head fervently, placing your hand over Bucky’s so you could squeeze it. “I’m happy you’re getting along so well with my family. Really. It’s… more than I could have asked for.”

His expression softened, the tension lines of his face smoothed out, and he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to yours. The kiss deepened when you tangled your fingers in his long hair, pulling him closer, and your knees would have buckled right then if he hadn’t been pressing you against the door.

What had started out as a chaste kiss was quickly going to end in somebody naked, so you pulled back and grinned at his noise of frustration.

“Just—hold on a sec,” you said. “I have something for you first.”

You ducked around him and approached the bed to where his gift laid waiting. Bucky was right behind you, not letting you go far as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“What’s this?” he asked, propping his chin on top of your head.

“This… is your Christmas present.”

Another small noise of protest when you turned around and tapped it against his chest.

“You really didn’t have to,” he said with a hint of exasperation.

“Uh, you took me flying. A little gift is the least I could do.”

Bucky looked from your face to the present, as if he still couldn’t quite believe it. When was the last time someone had gotten the guy a gift? No, you didn’t want to think about that sad question or you might start crying.

He took the present from your hand, his expression still one of vague disbelief. You bit your lip to keep from smiling and ended up failing anyway. It wasn’t every day that Bucky looked so… cute. There was no other word for the little dip in his brows and the slight parting of his lips.

It was nothing to the expression he wore once he pulled open your less-than-perfect wrapping job, opened the frame, and saw what was inside.

As the seconds tick on and his face didn’t changed, where he didn’t seem to breathe, your excitement slowly drained away.

And then when his eyes grew glassy and red-rimmed, you started to panic.

“Is… is this too much?” you quickly asked. “Should I not have—Did I make a mistake?”

His guise dropped in an instant. It wasn’t gradual like it usually was; it was gone so fast you only had to blink.

Bucky wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against his chest, face buried in your hair as if to hide it. A fine tremor moved through his muscles. He was shaking.

“No. It’s—it’s perfect. I… Thank you.”

You raised your arms slowly and wrapped them around him just as carefully, holding him as close as you could. Being held in Bucky’s embrace never got old, or tiring; it was a place you could remain forever. By the desperate way he held you tight, you hoped he felt the same.

“Where… where did you even find them?” He pulled back and stared down at the picture frame, wonder on his face. No tears had fallen, but he still looked painfully fragile.

“Online.” You rested your head against his shoulder as your eyes fell to the pictures. “Museum websites. Lots of information on Captain America, of course, but quite a few on his childhood best friend.”

“Huh.”

“You’ve never googled yourself?”

“Once. Didn’t care to do it again.”

You winced. Of course, you had to go and bring up the fact most of the information on Bucky wasn’t about him, but about the Winter Soldier.

“Right. Sorry. Stupid question.”

Bucky sighed and carefully set the frame down on the nearby dresser. Without warning, he grabbed you by the back of your thighs and lifted, picking you up before setting you on the bed, swallowing down your squeal as he kissed you, open-mouthed.

You immediately went pliant, wrapping your arms and legs around him to try and get closer.

“That’s better,” he said, voice a raspy growl when he broke the kiss. His eyes were dark, pupils blown as he eyed you like a tasty meal. “Can’t beat yourself up if your mouth is too busy doing other things.”

“I can multitask,” you breathed out. Bucky grinned, a hint of sharp teeth.

“We’ll see.”

Next Chapter

#demon!bucky x reader #demon!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #branded #my writing #my fanfiction

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popculturebuffet · 3 years

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Ducktales Treasure of the Golden Suns: Cold Duck: This Blows

Urrrrrrgggghhhhhhh all you happy people and welcome back to my look at Treasure of the Golden Suns, the mini series that kicked off Ducktales and continues to question my sanity. This review is a result of hitting my patreon stretch goals. If you want to find out how to help me hit my next one, check the end of the review. It’s reviewing all of Season 1 of Owl House and some other goodies so check it out if that sounds good.

So yeah as you can tell I did not like this one. I membered HATING it in all honesty but wasn’t sure why so I went into my rewatch with an open mind. The result?

Yeah the most I can say for this episode is it has Mrs. Beakly as badass and it’s not uncomfortably racist like the last one. That’s dammned by faint praise if I heard it so join me in my suffering under the cut as I examine why this episode is bad and should feel bad.

So we open with the boys.. being little shits and preparing to terrorize Mrs. Beakly for no good reason other than she’s a Woman and they objectively suck. Webby meanwhile is actually being charming, having drawn the boys adorably.. which Beakly struggles to compliment. Bitch for a four year old this:

This is really good. I Mean I don’t know why they all have gladstone hair but that’s really impressive. You drawed good Webbigail, you drawed good.

But the poor little deary bemoans the fact the boys won’t play with her and insult her constantly because their sexist little demons. Beakley assures her they’ll come around.

So yeah she’s insntantly proven wrong when the boys jam a tuning fork in the door and use it to create an artifical earthquake in that one room of the house.

Seriously I JUST ran into this sort of thing two weeks ago for Goof Week when Pete did the same as part of a real estate scam. Did.. did EVERY Disney Afternoon show have someone using an earthquake machine for weird domestic shit? When I review Quack Pack this week are the boys going to put one under their house to scare Donald? Did Chip use one to try and impress ratchet? Did Xantos use one to find his car keys? What is my life now?!

So Beakley confronts the boys over their problem child shenanigans, mostly because unlike Junior they have no valid reason for it and are just the devil’s genetic leavings. But their interuppted from baracading themselves in by something causing another earthquake.. it’s Scrooge’s drop ship thing, what he used as his primary transport in this series and what i’m just now realizing made a cameo in “The First Adventure” as Scrooge’s original plane before it got totaled. Nice on you Frank.

Beakley wants to know what all this is about and general old lady things and Launchpad explains he’s scrambling to get provisions to go pick up Scrooge’s ass in the Arctic. Which makes his plan from last time, go off in a raft and follow the currents instead of WAITING in any way shape or form or finding a way to mark the locatoin so he can return with say, a boat, simultaneously smarter and dumber. Smarter because he did clearly inherently relalize the risk and knew Launchpad would hurry back.. and dumber because he brought no provisions on the raft. And i’m not talking a heavy load or anything, just a day’s meal or something, enough so you don’t starve. I mean he somehow took a coat and shoved it directly up his ass as where else did he store it as he was not wearing it, so why not some snacks up the pooper as well?

Meanwhile the Boys... are avoiding Webby simply trying to play with them, calling her a tagalong and deciding “Let’s hide in the plane that’s probably taking off soon!” And naturally.. Webby follows and gets stuck.

Beakley proves to be far more fucking badass than I realized in this version though, as upon returning with a colorful scarf for Scrooge, sees Webby is on board and GRABS ON TO THE FUCKING WHEEL OF THE PLANE AND HOLDS ONTO IT.

Launchpad notices a jam on said wheel and goes to find her still grasping to it. Sure she’s screaming for her life but unlike her reboot counterpart she’s not a former spy or anything, this is just a normal old woman hanging on to a fucking landing gear. Respect. She finds Webby and asks what the junk baby girl and Webby explains she was after the boys... who procede to berate her and cal lher a tattle tell.. for telling the honest truth. When the lie would’ve been impossible to keep up with anyway.

I have talked about this before, and probably will again if I cover Ducktales 87 after this arc, but I HATE how Huey, Dewey and Louie are in this series towards Webby, and how the series defaults on BOY STEROTYPE for the triplets in general.

For starters, the shorts and comics did it better. For the shorts the Boys started as little shits sure, but they were at least stretched beyond reality little shits. Not only that but Carl Barks quickly saw this would get old FAST and wisely RETIRED that during his time working on the shorts, instead having them as smarter and more talented foils to the egotistical Donald, and carried that over to his comics work, making them into sensitive and smart counterweights to Donald’s short sightness , egotisim and temper, and Scrooge’s greed, assholery and also temper. They could still misbehave on occasion, but often did so in realistic fashion to kids as opposed to the holy terrors they were to start in the shorts and daily comic strip.

Here the writers tried to have both and it just dosen’t work: their either well meaning kids who sometimes get into trouble, or little shits who tourture people for stupid reasons like “their women” or “because we feel neglected and are taking it out on said women”. The former makes them into unlikeable sexist little sharts, and the latter just makes Scrooge look worse for not doing that. And he DOES take them along on adventures more often in the series proper so they lack any excuse. It’s clear the writers or executives or SOMEONE thought “This is how boys are righttttt”. And look some boys probably weren’t the fondest of girls.. but they do it not because it’s a character thing and the character is making an ass out of themselves for comedy’s sake, but because they geninely think “well we got a boy they gots to be sexist.

For contrast, let’s go to two of my faviorite comic strips. Calvin and Hobbes had Calvin be an absolute sexist nightmare to his neighbor Susie, also in the 80′s.. but he was 6. He’d likely grow out of it if most comic strips weren’t a yawning void of time where time passes but you will never age. Most importantly though his sexisim and belief Susie has cooties and such.. is played for laughs against him. Their played as a massive character flaw rather than just “how boys are durr”. Hobbes, also a boy along with some sort of halucination, tulpa or third thing I haven’t thought of, is polite to susie, if partly because he has a crush on her, wants to hang out with her and generally serves as the voice of reason in these things in his own fun way. He’s mostly part of G.R.O.S.S. (Get Rid Of Slimy girlS) because he likes the neat hats and genuinely sabotages Calvin’s latest wacky scheme to torment Susie because he just wants to hang. and because only calvin can see him. This may also be Fight Club I don’t know.

And even just a bit later and 80′s and into the next decade and beyond we have Jason Fox from Fox Trot. Sure while part of it was probably “Oh boys are sexist at that age” nonsense, it started at least more with Jason’s over the top torment of his sister who often gave as good as she got and which his Mother didn’t remotely tolerate. His dad only did because he has the authority of a wet paper napkin. Look i’m not saying the strip is the most progressive thing out there, it clearly isn’t, but I am saying they got this down and improved on it by giving Jason a rival/love interest in Eileen. Eileen is every bit as smart, nerdy and clever as Jason, but it’s also kept from being a “Boys are more immature than girls” thing since by that point Jason had become such a fleshed out and delgihtfully insane character, and his sidekick Marcus was later clearly more tolerent of girls and just went along with his firends weird attutide out of peer presure, that it was clearly JUST Jason’s hangup and immaturity. She often proved to be far more rational and level headed, trolling him at times but clearly doing so because he deserved it. By giving him a proper ballance the trope still works, somehow, into present day. With the boys it’s just them being mean little shits because some old white executives coudln’t fathom a boy ever being nice to a girl until they were old enough for hormones to kick in and it’s obnoxious to watch and unplesant every fucking time. Any time the boys are like this it ruins the fucking episode and this one is particularly noxious with it.

But I have an obligation to finish this, so Beakley tells Launchpad to turn the plane around but he can’t:.. not because he dosen’t know how, as you’d expect, but because Scrooge needs those supplies NOW, or he won’t surivive long. So it’s off to the Arctic for everybody!

In the cold arctic our heroes find a Walrus with scrooge’s tracking beacon and raft chasing a penguin but no scrooge.. and given this is a non anthrompphic walrus it wants to eat them. The boys TRY saving Launchpad, fail and Beakley scares the thing off by screaming at it because she’s the real hero of this story.

So our heroes have no idea where Scrooge could be and Webby names the Penguin Skittles because apparently that’s remotely okay to just name someone you don’t know. The Trips of course moan about it because fuck them.

So our heroes head down a gap and end up sliding on ice.. well the boys do anyway Beakley keeps Webby off it for her own saftey. Eventaully though they cause a cave in when Launchpad decides the best idea is to use a FLARE GUN to find their way.

I just want everyone who complained about Launchpad being dumber in the reboot that WASN’T talking about “Terror of the Terrafirmains” in paticular to remember this.

So with that our heroes are seperated for a bit. I’ll do the boys first since their plot picks up again with the girls plot. The Boys find a town made entirely of ice and immiedtly get mugged by penguins who take everything but their thermals and then threaten them when Launchpad, shockingly, is mad they stole from them. Yeah the Penguins in this story outside of skittles suck. And even Skittles is just okay. We need the greatest Pengy of all to spice this up.. but alas he was busy with his regular gig this day. Though his day wasn’t much better than our hero and his three bitchy tagalongs:

So their thrown in prison where the Penguins seal them in with a hose. The silver lining to being thrown in an arctic prison with no way out without freezing to death is they find their cellmate: Scrooge! Turns out he lost his tracker on the Walrus and did find the second half of the map.. but wa sthrown in jail but the march of the assholes and wound up here. So our heroes have to rely on Beakley who Scrooge has the utmost faith in while the three cablelittleshits all assume she’ll be captured as easily as they were.

Our heroines.. do better because Webby actually befriended the local, who starts speaking to them eventually, revealing she was both told not to speak to strangers but being an outcast at home, assumed they woudln’t like hre. Awwwww. Webby assures her they do and gives Skittles her scarf. AWWWWW See THIS is why I like Classic Webby: While they can overdo the adorable factor at times she’s kind, empathetic, and she’s geninley well meaning. The reboot simply made her more competent and older on top of that is all. They had a good base for her here.

So Skittles explains that due to the icey surroundings they have no color and thus treasure it in a museum and likely locked up their friends for stealing it. So after Skittles smuggles them home they come up with a plan.. to use Coal to make Webby look like a penguin

Yeah I don’t think they INTENDED to invoke black face here but they did... and you can kinda get why i’m getting exausted by these reviews when I have to say things like that. But after a bit of hiding Beakley in the closet when Skittles mother comes in and all that, our heroines split up: Beakley heads to go free the boys and get the coats, and while she tells the other two to stay behind, Webby and Skittles go off for a musuem adventures because Be Gay Do Crimes has apparently always been Webby’s slogan.

Beakley does indeed free them after giving them their clothes, bringing the tuning fork and earning the boys respect. Not that she needed it. They use it to escape the jail and run from the penguin police.. who use portable igaloo tanks that have snowballs.

Scrooge sends Launchpad and the boys to go start the plane while he goes to fetch the map and finds Webby and Skittles.. and a walrus monster Skittles mentioned earlier that got freed by the fork. A chase insues our heroes escape jus tin time and win the day as you’d expect.

So our heroes say their goodbyes ot Skittles, with her and Webby promisng to always be friends.. and wives one day. Skittles parachutes out with Webby having given Skittles her scarf as a goodbye present and the parachute itself being a rainbow guaranteeing she can rule over them like an angry god. Webby proving the boys wrong but receiving no credit from them for it, turns out to have smuggled the map in her doll and gives it to Scrooge. Next Stop: The Temple of the Golden Suns!

Final Thoughts:

The short version:

The long version: This episode sucks. I’ve said that multiple times but it’s true. it’s not funny or all tha tadventuerous, the penguins are barely used and their society stupid, and it just drags on and on, not helped by the boys being the absolute worse and bitching the whole fucking time about Beakley and Webby. I get they were going for, them coming around on them, but it just dosen’t work as their just too unlikeable for me to give a shit that they like Beakley now. They also never apologize to webby. So yeah this episode sucks and is only slightly above the fish man episode in terms of quality thanks to at least being creative. it wasn’t GOOD creativity but at least the idea of the penguins worshipping color, while dumb was an idea and not just make this stop please make this stop.

Next Time: This all ends ad Dr. Capitan returns to get his gold, Scrooge comes down with gold fever and I’m finally free of this.

Next Time on This Blog: Donald’s Birthday Week begins! It’s another shorstacular! Featuring the boys, pete and mentions of concentration camps.. wait...

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The Mortal Instruments Enneagram Types - Type Descriptions and Tri-types under the cut

Clary Fray: 4w5 - 6w5 - 1w2

Clary is brave, creative and stubborn. She will always try to do what she believes is right and will follow her heart when she makes decisions.

Clary is very artistic and has a talent for creating runes. She expresses herself through her art and and carries her sketchbook with her everywhere she goes, using it like a diary.

Clary will fight for what she believes in and will often put herself in danger if it means protecting those she cares about. She is stubborn and it is difficult to change her mind once she has made a decision

Clary is very romantic and is preoccupied with her relationship with Jace. She has extremely strong feelings for Jace and somewhat idealises their relationship. Type 4s are often very attached to their romantic partners and search for an ideal partner, which I think is what we see Clary doing with Jace.

I considered typing Clary as a 6 because she is very loyal, however I think that she is more preoccupied with finding out who she is in the world than her safety. I also think she does not make her decisions based on fear and that she doesn’t really plan out her actions very much. While this could indicate that she is counterphobic I think it is more likely that she is a type 4.

Clary has a wing 5 because she is more introverted and withdrawn than a wing 3 would be.

Jace Herondale/Wayland/Morgenstern/Lightwood/whatever name he has this week: - 6w7 (cp) - 8w7 - 3w4

Jace is independent, headstrong and sarcastic. He presents himself as haughty and arrogant, but uses this attitude as a defense mechanism for his insecurites.

Despite Jace’s flippant attitude he has a strong moral core and is very dutiful. He is a very skilled fighter and takes his training seriously. Underneath his pompus exterior, Jace is hiding distinct feelings of inferiority. He is extremely self-loathing in the original trilogy and often purports things to be his fault when they are not. Jace believes that he has been fed demon blood and attributes his conflicts with this. He hates the feelings he has for Clary and blames it on being part demon. Even when all this is disproven, Jace still carries his mistakes like a burden and believes that he is defective. Some type 6s (especially counterphobic 6s, like Jace) feel like the world is ‘against’ them and I think this attitude comes across from Jace, especially earlier in the series.

Jace has very complicated feelings towards Valentine. While Valentine was abusive and is known to be evil, he is also the man who raised Jace. Jace holds onto his positive memories of Valentine, despite all the lies and abuse he suffered upon him. 6s often have complex relationships with their parental figures and they seek their support.

Jace will fight for his issues head on and often runs straight into battle to protect the people he cares about. I think Jace is the counterphobic variant of 6, as he is more likely to show his aggression and put themselves in dangerous situations. Counterphobic 6s are also often rebellious and defiant to authority (because they don’t trust it), which is something we see in Jace.

I considered typing Jace as an 8 because he is very assertive and values strength. However I believe that Jace is assertive and acerbic because he doesn’t trust easily. He puts walls up because he is scared of letting people in because he doesn’t want his trust to be broken. When Jace lets someone in he is very loyal and will do anything for them.

Jace has a wing 7 becomes he is more emotionally expressive and more likely to react than a wing 5 would be.

Alec Lightwood: 1w9 - 2w1 - 6w5

Alec is principled, caring and brave. He is straightforward and doesn’t care much for pretenses.

Alec is serious and responsible. As the oldest member of his family, Alec put it upon himself to be the protector of his family. He felt that he had to be the most responsible and as a result became very dependable. Alec is extremely compliant and concerned with the rules of the Clave.

Alec is very concerned with what others think of him. He is so scared of what his parents and friends would think of him if they found out he were gay so he kept it secret from everyone except Izzy. Alec knew since a young age he was gay, but bottled his feelings up, because the Clave said it was wrong. He was scared to go against the Clave’s laws and was worried of losing his family’s respect.

Alec can sometimes come across as judgmental, rigid and condescending, which are common flaws of Type 1s. Underneath all that, Alec is the harshest critic on himself and he holds himself to impossible standards. Despite being very accomplished, he never thought he was good enough and would discount his successes. Alec is often afraid to make a mistake, which results in him being very careful and practical when making his decisions.

Alec initially had a snobbish attitude and prejudice towards Downworlders, but opens up more as he interacts with them. In his relationship with Magnus, Alec becomes more carefree and loosens up a bit. He still shows insecurities within this relationship, but is able to overcome them.

Alec has a wing 9 as he is more guarded with his emotions than a wing 2 would be.

Magnus Bane: 7w6 - 4w3 - 9w8

Magnus is eccentric, worldly and kind. He really wants to find love and acceptance in the world.

Magnus is very flamboyant and whimsical. His personality contrasts quite distinctly with Alec’s more serious and reserved demeanour. Magnus is very open and does not compromise himself for anyone. He is inclusive and accepting of all people, having friends of all different walks of life.

Magnus enjoys a good party and seeks out experiences. As an immortal, he has had quite a storied life and has been all over the world. At times, it can seem like he doesn’t take situations very seriously and will make snarky jokes about them.

Deep down, Magnus yearns for the love and acceptance he never got from his parents. He had a difficult childhood and was not accepted by his family because he was a Downworlder. Due to this trauma, Magnus tries to repress his negative feelings and numb them with more ‘fun’ experiences. While he appears to be very open, he is actually deceptively guarded and is very hesitant to share deep and honest experiences with others. Magnus appears lively and jovial but is hiding a jaded and cynical worldview.

In his relationship with Alec, Magnus is initally the much more active party. 7s are assertive types and if they want to do something they will do it. We often see Magnus being the one to act first whereas Alec was too scared to act on his feelings for a long time. However, as time passes and their relationship becomes more public we see issues begin to form and Magnus is the one to pull away. When Magnus hears about Alec’s idea to turn him mortal, Magnus feels betrayed and breaks up with him. After their break up, Magnus is very avoidant of Alec and ignores him. This is quite typical of 7s, who hate to confront feelings.

Magnus has a wing 6 as he is more relationship focused and personable than a 7w8.

Isabelle Lightwood: 3w2 - 6w7 - 1w2

Izzy is fierce, passionate and confident. She can come across as vain or narcissistic, but is actually very insecure and vulnerable.

Izzy is charming and magnetic. She has a quality about her which draws people in. Izzy is comfortable with her looks and will often use them as a means to get what she wants. Despite her outgoing demeanour, she is actually very distrustful and fragile. Izzy is guarded with her true feelings and is hesitant to let people know the real her.

Izzy has a bit of an image that she has crafted of being rebellious and promiscuous to protect herself. She dated a lot and many of these dates were people her parents wouldn’t approve of. Izzy would form meaningless relationships so that she wouldn’t have to worry about forming real feelings or being hurt. She also did this in part to detract attention from Alec so her parents wouldn’t be suspicious of him.

Izzy is very protective and loyal to her friends. She loves them very deeply and is devastated whenever something bad happens to them. Izzy always tries to be there for her family and defends them with everything she has. She is particularly depressed when her brother Max dies as she blames herself for the death. She thinks that she failed him because she didn’t listen to him when he tried to tell her something was wrong. Izzy holds onto this guilt and even skipped the funeral because she felt she did not deserve to be there.

Izzy desperately wants love, but is hesitant to trust any man. Her mother confided in her when she was younger about her father’s infidelities and told her never to trust a man. As a result, Izzy is the character who takes the longest to open herself up to love. She is passionate about Simon, but is scared to love him because she thinks it will only bring her pain.

Izzy has a wing 2 because she is more grandiose and showy than a wing 4 would be. 3w2s are generally more concerned with their outward appearances and appearing desirable compared to 3w4s.

Simon Lewis: 9w1 - 4w5 - 6w5

Simon is calm, nerdy and accepting. He is a great friend and is courageous when he needs to be.

Type 9s look for normalcy and struggle with change, which is something we see in spades with Simon. When we first meet Simon he is the only mundane character. He is the ‘normal’ one surrounded by all the magical creatures in the TMI universe. Later on, Simon is transformed into a vampire (well first he’s a rat, then he’s a Daylighter and then he’s a Shadowhunter) and longs to be normal. He resists his vampiric urges and refuses to drink from humans for an extremely long time. Simon struggled for a long time to accept this change and was worried about how it would affect his relationships with his loved ones. He desperately craved a normal life and once he became a Daylighter he tried as best as he could to lead as normal a life as possible.

Simon is non-confrontational and is afraid to share his true feelings for the fear that it might change his relationships. At the beginning of the series, he had been in love with Clary for years but never mustered up the courage to say so. He is initially very jealous of Jace and tries to get Clary not to like him. When he is dating Clary he realises her true feelings lie with Jace and ends the relationship. At his core, Simon truly cares for his friends and just wants them to be happy.

Simon is a great listener and genuinely cares about his friends feelings. He is something of a sounding board and both Clary and Izzy with both feeling very comfortable talking about their problems with him. When Max died, Izzy was able to find comfort in Simon. He listened to her and was able to give her solace and understanding.

Simon is a people pleaser and is scared to hurt other’s feelings. Sometimes, this can lead to him making some mistakes. 9s fear conflict and will try to avoid it at all costs. They avoid saying negative things because they don’t want people to react badly or hurt their feelings. We see this in the whole mess with Maia and Izzy. I actually hate this storyline but I feel it is a good example of Simon’s general 9-ness. When Simon was dating both girls he showed the 9s indecisiveness, people-pleasing and fear of conflict. I feel that Simon wasn’t honest with either girl because he was scared of their reaction and scared of hurting their feelings. I also feel like Simon was confused in his feelings and couldn’t decide which girl was actually the one for him.

Simon has a wing 1 because he is more repressed and uptight than a 9w8 would be. His 1 wing also influences him to want to be a ‘good’ person, which is part of why he is so upset when he becomes a vampire (which he feels is turning him into a ‘monster’).

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Fiction and Real Life Go Hand In Hand

This blog goes out to all those pro-Sessrin fans out there who refuse to acknowledge the very real effects fiction can have on our world and vice versa. I highly encourage other Inuyasha fans who defend/enable these shippers to read this, as well. I assure you, by no means are my intentions here to stir up trouble. Honestly, I just want some good healthy discourse for once if that’s not too much to ask. If you do decide to engage, please be mindful of that and treat others with respect and I will do the same in return. All in all, the goal of this blog is to exercise my right to speak out and be critical about content I believe to have very potentially detrimental repercussions. I ask that you not attack me or insult me simply for stating an opinion. Thank you!

It’s like the title says, meaning fiction does matter. Where do you think we get ideas for all the stories we tell? Where do we draw inspiration from in the first place?

Real life, that's where! And yes, always with a touch of imagination! Long story short: fiction matters because real life does.

Allow me to elaborate.

Shippers of the Sesshomaru x Rin (Sessrin) pairing say it's not fair of us to throw around serious accusations or use certain deragatory terms that suggest such awful acts like child grooming or pedophilia because of the harmful implications. One of their reasonings being that some people IRL have actually lived through these traumas, so we shouldn't dare to assume they're comparable since one is just fiction and the other is not. But this isn’t about which is worse than the other, because they’re both super problematic. All we’re literally doing is making a link between grooming in real life and grooming in fiction. They mirror each other. Same issue; different mediums. We’re not undermining any one’s past experiences with grooming or the like, nor are we prioritizing fiction to diminish real life abuse. They’re both awful in numerous ways and that’s all we’re trying to say. In fact, if anything we’re attempting to demonstrate just how crucial this correlation is between them. In order to protect past victims and prevent future ones, we must remain vigiliant of the content we consume, and yes, sometimes that means we have to challenge it too. Just because it’s widely-viewed does not make it widely-accepted or well-received. It is paramount that we educate ourselves on how to be more critical of some of the harmful tropes and images that are still way too prevalent in mainstream media. Sexualizing young and pre-pubescent girls is way more normalized than some of us even realize. It’s sad but true that Sessrin is just one of many examples. I know it feels like society has failed us in a lot of ways, but it’s never too late to re-evaluate and re-learn better and more improved ways of viewing and processing information presented to us.

Our mission: Let’s not show our kids that grooming or any other form of abuse are acceptable if they may ever come to experience or encounter it themselves. Be it the real world or on screen. Deal?

There have been a number of occasions where real life victims do speak up against the Sessrin ship and express how extremely uncomfortable it makes them feel by what it represents. The problem is that it’s becoming more evident now that many of their fans will dismiss anything purely on the basis that we pose a threat to their ship and nothing more. What it comes down to is they have no real leg to stand on and cannot possibly top any of what we have to say so instead they simply disregard it. Our inconvenient truths don't fit into their ideal *cough* OOC *cough* narrative so they just choose to be willfully ignorant. It conflicts with their fantasy, so rather than present a sound argument of their own, they flat-out reject it and offer no plausible back-up behind their reasoning besides "I don't interpret it that way." GUYS, CHILD GROOMING IS NOT UP FOR INTERPRETATION.

Just because you so desperately want your ship to come true does not mean you can up and decide to redefine a word so that it caters to your stance. Remind yourself that these are complex AND objective terms that we have no right to fiddle with to serve our own selfish purposes. This is why we can conclude that there's no debate about Sesshomaru's actions towards Rin embodying child grooming.

I apologize if any of my words are triggering by the way, so please feel free to take a break and return later if that’s more suitable for you. it's just really important that everyone in this fandom comprehends the extent in which Sessrin going canon is catastrophic. And no, I'm not exaggerating; I'm simply speaking the truth. Shippers justifying these horrible acts- yes, even in fiction- is usually due to the stubborn refusal to hear us out. No offense to anyone (just stating facts), but more times than not antis like myself feel as if we’re talking to a brick wall when we interact with Sessrin peeps. They go in circles and never expand on their perspectives.

Just a head’s up: THIS GETS LONG. Stick with me. :p

Just look at their take on the Inukag vs. Sessrin relationships for example. This isn't a question of age gaps, this is a question of physical/emotional compatibility. Inukag are the same age mentally wise regardless of one being demon and the other not, whereas Sessrin is not and never will be, and yes, even once she's an adult. The thing is we have debunked this time and time again, because they’re not the same and therefore not comparable, but for some reason these fans won’t drop it. Nothing has changed in their argument, yet they’re persistent in bringing it up. I choose to not go into more detail, since like I said, you can find it around everywhere. I just wanted to touch upon it briefly to prove a point. Maybe it will come up again later in my blog though!

Where was I earlier? Right, child grooming! Haven't you guys realized that what you’re doing is precisely what child groomers do to make excuses or deny any grooming took place at all? (FYI: I’m not accusing you of being child groomers yourselves.) “They reciprocated so the feelings are mutual" is a typical groomer response, but of course it varies. More often than not, victims of grooming aren't even aware they've been groomed until much later. That's how manipulative groomers are that they can legitmately convince you that maybe you're wrong in questioning their motives. Perhaps in the victim’s mind that because one huge indicator of grooming never actually took place it technically cannot constitute as grooming. They start to doubt themselves even though their intuition is telling them something’s off. They should just ignore it then since it can’t possibly be grooming if that one particular thing never happened, right? Wrong, grooming isn’t strictly this or strictly that. It's much more complicated and multi-faceted. This is why the “but Sesshomaru left Rin in the village” point upsets me greatly. HE WAS STILL INVOLVED IN HER LIFE, Y’ALL.

On top of that, are you aware that this is the exact same kind of predatory mindset pedophiles use to describe their infatuation with children? They'll say things like, "I don't see them as an adult and a child. I see them as two people with a soul connection." Okay no joke, I wish I was lying, but that is literally a point one pro-sessrin fan on here recently used to defend this ship. It both astounds me and terrifies me that they don't see the glaring similarities they share in common with actual pedos.

Alright, I want to quickly return to what I was saying earlier about fiction's impact on real life. (Sorry, I’m a bit of a scatterbrain!)

The characters and their worlds in our stories that we dream up and bring to life are nothing short of awe-inspiring and magnificent if we so choose them to be. If it wasn't for our imaginations, stories like Inuyasha would have never come to exist. Fiction provides us an amazing outlet where we are given the opportunity to express ourselves and explore its infinite creative possibilities.

But strip away all the demons and magical components of this show we all love so dearly and what are we left with?

At the very core, Inuyasha is a story that's very reminiscent of the human experience: love, camaraderie, a sense of purpose, and much more!

So perhaps we got a full-fledged dog demon like Sesshomaru, but does that necessarily mean we can't relate to him or understand him simply because dog demons don't exist in the real world? Well, I hope that's not how you view it or else you're missing the whole point of why humans create stories to begin with. We create them to make better sense of and thus connect with the world we live in. And when you really think about it, our stories are just a celebration of life- both our struggles and our triumphs. Now I'm no philosophy professor, but I'm pretty sure they'd say I hit that nail right smack on the head. ;)

All shitty jokes aside, the whole reason I’m mentioning this specific example in the first place is because this recently came up with another Sessrin supporter. That supporter tried to defend the ship by stating that we aren't allowed to use Sesshomaru as an example to judge by since his kind don't exist in the real world.

Now if it isn't evident already, this "it's just fiction" argument is a popular go-to stance many Sessrin fans will resort to once they've run out of ideas and are metaphorically backed into a corner. The funny/sad thing is that they seem to sincerely believe this is strong enough evidence to defend their ship with, but per usual, they fail to see how hypocritical that would be. I’ll clarify soon down below.

Seriously, since when did we decide that fantasy- or any story genre for that matter- stopped reflecting the real world we live in? I mean, we humans are the ones writing these stories. Our human influence is bound to make an impact in some capacity. In fact, we want it to!

Obviously none of us have ever met a dog demon like Sesshomaru, because how could we? Let me tell ya, this is gaslighting at its finest! This is a fictional story with fantasy elements, so of course there will be beings and creatures in their world that don't exist in our own. Does that somehow translate to the fact that nothing from the story of Inuyasha can be applied to our own personal stories or that there aren't meaningful messages to be taught and learned?

So on the flipside, if they're not screaming at us "it's just fiction" for the hundred billionth time, then they are, believe it or not, doing the reverse and comparing it to real world history. One instance of this is how they tell us we're making a big deal about something that isn't real, but go right ahead and use the history of feudal Japan to support Sesshomaru's decision to court (aka GROOM) a young girl because that's how it was done back then. And so, your point being?? It wasn't right then just because it was legal, and it's most certainly not right now. This is how all of their arguments go by the way, where you'll constantly witness a cherry-picking approach. It's agonizing to endure contradiction after contradiction in their arguments filled with nothing but holes in their logic.

I'd just like to add that if we're overreacting to this fictional ship like they love to say we are then technically so are they. They tell us things like "grow up" or "nobody is telling you to keep watching," yet fail to realize they're reacting just as fervently as we are but just on the opposing side of the same damn argument. I find it interesting how they're as invested in this show but pretend they aren't then STILL have the audacity to say it's only us who care this much!? So thank you Sessrin shippers for further proving our point that fiction is more than capable of affecting reality and the people- YES, US- who reside in it.

It's insane that people act like pedophiles and other creeps don't enjoy entertainment too like the rest of us. Believe it or not, they look just like you and me most of the time. Yes, that means they can easily pass as a “regular guy” if they so wished to. My question to you is how do you think pedophiles will take it when they discover others- underage fans more specifically- who dig the same kinda media they get off to? Maybe not in the exact same way, mind you, but there's a thin line between them when you really think about it. I mean, what other explanation is there for why literal pedos on the internet have been known to sneak into pro-sessrin group chats here on Tumblr before? (Thankfully, they were later kicked.) I know that for a fact! It's almost as if the universe is trying to tell them something they refuse to listen to elsewhere. Hhmmm I wonder what that may be.

I imagine it’s possibly one of the hardest things to admit out loud and to themselves, but I can almost guarantee you that most of these Sessrin shippers who are victims of CSA and who still see no issue with Sessrin must be living with some sort of unresolved trauma caused by the very abuse they claimed to have undergone. It's been proven that victims who do not seek or properly receive the help and treatment they need in order to address and live with a traumatic experience such as this are more likely to perpetuate that very same abuse themselves in some way, shape or form. What if in this case fiction is enough for them, but who's to say it won’t eventually manifest itself in other more dire and far-reaching ways? It's not like we haven't seen this vicious cycle before, and I can promise you that Sessrin won't be the last. LET'S STOP NORMALIZING & GLORIFYING THE ROMANTIZATION & SEXUALIZATION OF CHILDREN. Fictional example: Usagi Drop. Need I say more? Real world example: Woody Allen. Again, need I say more?

Bottom line is that Sessrin shippers don't want us to think too critically about this ship of theirs, because if we dig too deep then they're forced to face the very troubling implications this pairing really stands for. Of course they'll never admit to them, because instead they rather double down and grasp at the same old straws as long as it means their precious ship is protected at all costs. Screw everyone else if that's what it takes, because they'll threaten to burn down legit buildings in real life if that ensures Sessrin goes canon! (True story, this happened on Twitter.) They’ll taunt and bully anyone who disagrees. Even if all you literally say is that you don’t like the ship, they’ll gang up on you. Tell them about your past experience with being groomed? They’ll laugh in your face. I wish I was kidding, but I assure you I am not. And they say we're ridiculous and taking this way too seriously? Yeah...

The typical behavior of a Sessrin shipper demonstrates an overly aggressive front since they're usually on defense mode anyway. They only want to ship their sick ship in peace in other words. But just because neo-nazis have a right to spew their bigoted ideology, doesn't mean we don't got the right to punch them! Freedom of speech doesn't equate to freedom from consequences. And Sessrin shippers wonder why they got so many haters. Just sayin'.

Their presence on other platforms like Twitter and Reddit are some examples of how delusional and unstable some Sessrin fans are capable of becoming. Even recently, an anon here on Tumblr sent Richard Ian Cox (English VA for Inuyasha) a totally uncalled for ask telling him that "sessrin is love and there's nothing he can do about it." (That's not verbatim, but if you're interested I'll link you to it.) It appears they discovered that he didn't like Sessrin based on how he had been replying to asks, and just for that reason alone they thought they had the right to harass him. For simply stating his opinion, y'all. They didn't even have the decency to show their face either. Talk about immature and cowardly!

Just yesterday (or was it the day before?) a fanatic Sessrin user on Tumblr- who’s also been known for hateful remarks on Twitter but those tweets have of course been deleted since then- went out of their way to not only lurk in a group chat they don’t belong to on here but to then proceed to harass a few of us in there. They had the guts to take screenshots from that group chat, tag us in posts on their page regarding what they read in there, and without our knowledge or permission went ahead and actually blogged them?? I mean, who calls out people behind their backs while they're just minding their own business?? It worries me how unhinged and out of touch with reality some Sessriners are. Not all of them, but a whole lot of them.

It seems all they are doing is looking for trouble, as they just can't stand how much we hate this ship. So it's more than okay if they love on their ship but it's not okay if we don't and we should just keep our mouths shut. But since when do Sessrin fans have authority over our opinions? Even if they were officially canon, nothing is ever gonna change our opinion. Now when they actually do decide to participate in discourse with antis, you'll see them fishing for excuses to bow out. How they normally go about this is by fabricating a way to blame us antis for their exiting a conversation as if we're being the irrational ones here.

There’s no denying that some antis can also be overly blunt or aggressive (nobody is saying we’re perfect here), but speaking for myself, I know I would never make such nasty comments about other fans and their personal lives. And honestly? It would make me feel like shit talking bad about someone I don't actually know. Nah, I won't stoop to that level or give haters that satisfaction. I may not attack them as people, but that doesn't mean I can't attack some of their messed up ideas that threaten to distort how we should or shouldn’t perceive certain dangerous situations and events. Seeing as how for me this is more than just a matter of opinion- it's a moral responsibility and even an obligation.

I know it's difficult to remain civil when things get heated and people start taking things personally- yet more proof that fiction impacts our lives- but that's the only way any of us will ever have constructive discussions about serious topics like this. Unfortunately, Sessrin shippers, from what I can tell, are incapable of engaging in real discourse for the most part. They may be vocal but that doesn't mean they can pack a punch. I’d really love to be proven wrong someday.

Okay, moving on! If they're not involved in some big-time gaslighting then they're using their infamous strawman argument approach.

Sessrin fans’ sole purpose isn't really to defend their ship, per se, but rather to deflect and antagonize. They like to mislead in order to shift the focus/blame onto their opponent or something else that's not related so that they can stray from the main point.

Take the drama CD for example. It's officially NOT considered canon, right? But that hasn't stopped many fans from referencing it anyway so let’s too consider it for a moment. The point is that they use its "existence" whenever convenient then deny it or downplay it whenever it’s not. So on one hand, it's plain as day that they celebrate it as proof of a romantic future for Sessrin. But then later once we point out to them that Sesshomaru is essentially confessing to Rin that he will wait for her until she's of age, they'll brush it off and quickly add that they didn't interpret the scene that way and leave it at that. I mean how else would you interpret it? And if it's not a proposal of sorts then why exactly are you bouncing off the walls about it to begin with?? If that's all it means is nothing then why are we even talking about this?! You see what I mean here??! And somehow we're the crazy ones?

Let me to be frank with you. If you haven’t listened to it already, this proposal he offered her sounded like a declaration of love in a multitude of ways, which is wildly inappropriate since Rin was only 12 at the time. Signifying that Sesshomaru was/is indeed grooming her. Well, that is if you choose to recognize the drama CD. Nevertheless, whether you do or not, I personally hate that this non-canon satire is even associated with the Inuyasha name to begin with. Ugh.

Intentional or not, Sesshomaru made a deliberate decision in that moment to tell a little girl- and not just any little girl mind you but a girl he's taken in under his care for a good year- that he would wait for her if she so chooses once she's old enough.

The issue is that it isn’t only age of consent we’re concerned about regarding this pairing. What Sessriners fail to see is that this grown male authority- her vassal, her guardian, her adoptive father, or whatever you wanna refer to him as- is basically making a move on this girl he had in his company for quite some time. There's no sugarcoating that. Us antis call it how it is, and I'm sure as fucking day other people who don't watch the show would most certainly agree that the Sesshomaru/Rin bond is filial. Set aside those rose-tinted glasses of yours, and going by everything we’ve been delivered in the manga and parts of the anime (and NOT the drama cd), there are literally no hints that indicate a blossoming romance between this adult male demon and this small human girl he’s taken under his wing. You can imagine them all you want if it pleases you, but that doesn’t mean they’re there. Adult!Rin is a figment of your imagination, nothing more. The idolization of this pairing is pretty disturbing seeing as all we have to go off of in canon is Child!Rin. There have only ever been sweet and innocent moments passed between the two, which is why I’m positive that an unbiased viewer or an outsider would state their dynamic resembled something akin to a father-daugther relationship. I would bet a shit ton of money on that, believe you me!

Rin's inhibitions are low because children are naturally naive and don't know any better. Remember, she adores and trust this man with all her heart, so why would she think any of this so-called grooming is not normal behavior. (I only say “so-called grooming” because I don’t think Sesshomaru bringing her gifts in the village has to be a romantic thing.) Or how would she ever be able to understand that she’s being taken advantage of if she has no previous experience with it? Maybe if she was present for that time Inuyasha and the gang scolded Miroku when they had learned that years previous he had supposedly proposed to this young girl in the village they were visiting, then Rin would. And he didn’t even assist in helping raise her but look at how they reacted! How is this any different than Sesshomaru hooking up with Rin later? It’s actually worse in Sessrin's case. Do you honestly believe that Inuyasha and the others would take kindly to this?

It's not uncommon and considered harmless for young children to have crushes on adults, after all, but the adults in these scenarios should never resort to using and abusing the position of power they held or continue to hold over this child for any reason whatsoever.

What I'm trying to get across here is that no matter how you spin it, Sessrin can NEVER be deemed a morally acceptable pairing. Like ship what you want, we're not saying you can't ship Sessrin. What we're saying is this:

STOP referring to their bond as "pure" and not expect backlash for your grossly inaccurate statements. Just admit it's toxic, because it's extremely harmful to many viewers- and not just victims- to pretend and suggest otherwise.

Please remind yourself of the very real canon fact that Rin traveled with Sesshomaru and they established a bond all while she was just a girl. Oh, and he saved her life too many times to count, not to mention brought her back from the dead TWICE. This is why I don't care much for your counter argument "that dynamics can change over time," because although that's true, like with everything in life there must be standards we adhere to. Exceptions to rules, if you will. Our own basic morals demand it.

For instance, it’s normal that some childhood friends begin to like each other as more than friends years down the road. Nothing wrong with that, because that's a natural and healthy occurrence. Now you cannot apply this to an adult and a child for obvious reasons, but what you also cannot do is apply this to an adult who met and knew another adult while they were still just a child. Why? Well, because it'd be like betraying and perverting that former child's view of you. They were never your equal because your established dynamic resembles that of one an adult posesses with a child even once they've grown up. Think about it this way: it's in the same bracket of family members or family friends who've watched you grow up and mature into an adult. Then later just because they're all grown up, does that mean that those children "are not off bounds" - that's quoting a Sessrin shipper by the way- to these certain family members and family friends?

If you're still struggling to grasp this, I urge you to take a moment (or all the time you need!) to really put yourself in that child's shoes and self-reflect. Would you truly be alright with a family friend you haven't seen in years (but sorely missed because they used to occasionally babysit you) just someday coming back into your life and then very inappropriately flirting with you or even making sexual advances on you? (Sorry for the run-on!) Or even worse, can you picture this happening to one of your own children??! Seriously, ask yourself that and sit with that for a while and really take it all in. It’s not fun, I know, but if that’s what it takes to help you finally understand then please try and practice more ways to utilize your self-awareness in the future. It’s for everyone’s benefit, not only yours, I promise! You'll also find it makes it tremendously easier to empathize with others.

I got news for those fans who don’t view Sesshomaru as a father figure to Rin. The title we give him doesn’t hold as much weight as a lot of us are making it out to be. Let’s try to be neutral here and stick to the hard facts, shall we?

*Sesshomaru is an adult male authority whose protection Rin is under*

*It’s safe to assume that Rin has grown attached to him and maybe even looks up to him*

*They care about each other and the other's well-being*

*He has has played a crucial part in her supervision and care for a significant period of time (yes, even if it’s just passing a message along to Jaken)*

Not so random anecdote: In an Inuyasha episode I recently revisited, Sesshomaru had just rescued Rin from Kohaku who had been possessed by Naraku and was ordered to kill Rin. Anyway, at the end of their scene you can hear Jaken ask out loud, “what should we do for dinner, Lord Sesshomaru?” And that’s about the most domestic thing I’ve ever heard come out of his mouth. They’re such a family dammit and nothing will ever change that!! <3

This is precisely why I could never in a million years view those past students of mine in a romantic light. I don't care how many years have passed, it's just not possible for me. Just the idea of pursuing a romantic and/or sexual relationship absolutely repels me.

Speaking as a former teacher, you don't need to be a parental figure who's around all the time in order to have great love and affection for a child. I would've done absolutely anything in my power to protect them even though they weren't my own. Then again, I did consider them my children in a way even if wasn't in a familial sense. Does that make my love for them any less unique? No, it's just different but not inferior. When you stop to think about, it really doesn't take as long as you may think to establish rapport with a person, particularly children. Connecting with a child is almost instant (but of course some are more receptive than others), and once you do make that special connection one can only make with a child, a strong and overwhelming need to guide and protect them kicks in almost automatically. The unconditional love an adult feels for a child is powerful and constant, and nothing should ever change that. As much as some of you really want to believe otherwise, that feeling doesn’t just go away because they turned 18. In your eyes, they’ll always be that kid.

I get it, sometimes when we escape into these fictional worlds of ours, it's difficult not to project our own wishes and desires onto certain characters. I don't blame fans for picturing themselves with Sesshomaru- I know I did haha- but never once did I self-insert myself as Rin. I know she's one of the biggest catalysts for his character growth- if not THE biggest- but how and why does that need to turn romantic? There are other antis who I have spoken with on this. They informed me that they used to live vicariously through Rin and ship them together, as well. As they got older, they later learned how weird and twisted this ship actually was. That's what's supposed to happen, y'all, you're supposed to grow out of that fixation.

Now take your mind out of the Inuyasha universe for a second and hypothetically (or not hypothetically if you have kids) answer me this: if and/or when you ever have a child, would you genuinely be comfortable with the idea of them dating and eventually marrying their father’s best friend who was also there to witness them grow up? Be honest please.

I highly doubt you would want that- or at least I hope not. You see, that's another MAJOR point I've made a few times already and yet you Sessrin shippers continue to avoid the question. It's pretty obvious it hasn't been rhetorical either. Ignorance is bliss?

Finally, I’d like to address one more point. It seems there is a HUGE misconception and I'd like to clear it up real quick. That is Sessrin shippers misinterpret one of the issues we have with this ship. They chalk up our complaints of Sessrin being canon (which is a LIE, nothing has been confirmed yet) to us just being salty because that somehow means our ships aren't or won’t be. I assure you, readers, other antis and I will attest that this ain't about dumb shipping wars, this is so much bigger than that!!!

I noticed recently that some Sessrin fans have even begun calling us Karens lolol like if anybody is a Karen it's them! This ain't about some mere difference in taste, this is very likely to have LONG-LASTING NEGATIVE EFFECTS. Sessrin going canon is a very harmful message to send viewers and children/teens especially. So if anything, it’s these shippers who are being the entitled ones here thinking that the fact we don’t support their ship is the worst thing in the world. NO, THE REAL PROBLEM IS CHILD GROOMING. GET OVER YOURSELF.

Out of nowhere, some of them even started assuming all us antis were white, which in their books is also equivalent to Karens or even white supremacists somehow?? Those aren't one in the same, but it's easy to make it appear that way when the US is currently tackling major systems of oppression and racial injustice. Because to them, all antis must be from over here. (Yes, I'm American. But no, I'm not white.) How else can anyone explain not shipping Sessrin, right?! Somehow they have it in their heads that ALL of Japan and surrounding places are super approving of this ship, and that everyone else isn’t because of their upbringing and “Western way of thinking.”

To give you an idea of what I mean, look back at what I talked about earlier with their incessant mention of Sessrin vs. Inukag. Because THIS is another popular example of how these shippers present their side and then ignore all the facts. Many fans have already proven how fucked up and inaccurate it is to label whole countries and cultures. It’s like they simply think mentioning it makes it count even though we’ve discredited their points over and over. Nah, you got to back it up with good reasons that support your side of the argument. That’s How To Have An Argument: 101. So at the end of the day, all they're actually achieving in doing is making dumb and entirely unrelated accusations based on nothing just to lead to deductions that are equally unfounded. Nothing at all is accomplished but more gaslighting and hurling of insults on their part = a complete waste of time for antis = an excuse for them to peace out early from the conversation & that’s what they wanted all along

We’ve reached the end (finally! sorry for all the rambling!), and I hope those of you who stayed till the end or read enough can take something positive out of this. As many Inuyasha fans are aware, there will be a livestream with the VAs for Sesshomaru and Rin coming out within the next few hours. We don’t have all the details yet, and afterwards we probably still won’t. I’m not just talking about Sessrin here but about the sequel in general. Whatever happens, please just remember to be kind to one another. If you don’t think you’re capable of doing that, then it’s best you vent and fume elsewhere. Easier said than done, I know, but just try. Throughout this blog, I admit there were moments where I got frustrated and took some jabs at Sessrin shippers. Please believe me when I say that I do not and would not ever wish any of you ill will.

Inuyasha was such a huge part of my childhood, and I’m not gonna lie, I’m anxious as hell that Sunrise will ruin one of the best things I loved about this show. So pardon me if my reactions are too visceral for your liking. haha Also, like the movies and the drama cd, this sequel is not in fact canon. Therefore, for those of you who disagree or who still plan to enjoy this new series, respect the fact that some of us fans will definitely “cancel” it if we feel that’s what we have to do to come to terms with it and move on. Fans have that right, after all. Why should we get on board with something if it’s so uncharacteristic of and unrecognizable from the original source material? If all this is some sort of cash grab of Sunrise’s doing, then count me out. I truly hope that this sequel turn outs being a lot more promising than a lot of us are expecting. I’m begging you, Sunrise, I wanna believe you’re better than this. Please and thank you!

By the way, if you’re interested, feel free to check out my two other blogs on this same subject. Click here and here. The last two screenshots do not come from something I’ve written myself. If you’d like to read more from where those came from, let me know and I’d be more than happy to send you the links. Okay, bye for now. Peace out and stay safe, everyone!

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