The Wrath of Becky!

This movie trailer made my day!

This movie looks epic! Seann William Scott! Ok I still haven’t recovered from Lethal Weapon the tv series. He was great in it!

I was feeling grumpy and meh until I watched the trailer! I enjoyed it.

I cant wait to watch this movie! I watched the first movie Becky. It was great. Kevin James also starred in the first.

This is my opinion but comedic actors make wonderful villains! Boy, Kevin James slayed his role!

I loved the name of trailer!

Wrath of Becky!

It certainly reflected how I felt today. Murderous rage mixed with 7 kinds of crazy!

I was surprised how well I did today!

I swelled up like the stay-puff marshmallow man so I decided to work without my compression stocking. A bit dangerous since I have a high risk of blood clots. But my leg is already so badly damaged from clots.

Well, I am going to relax, enjoy the weekend!


I made the mistake of watching a sad scene from a Korean drama. I’m crying so hard! I have to start in 2 minutes! My makeup is a mess!

How could this happen to me!


Sailor Moon x X-Men x Gi Joe.

I am barely functional. I just woke up from a dream where Sailor Moon members of X-Men and Gi Joe worked together to save the world from the Negaverse Destro and Magneto!

I’m so tired! but picturing Destro and Magneto working together to conquer the world blows my mind!


I laughed when I saw this video.

This was the exact expression I made when I wore my mask!

After mask mandates lifted I thought my face would stay like that!

I catch myself making the same expression now and then 🤣🤣


I haven’t heard this song in years but suddenly I was singing it. isn’t it funny how old a song gets but you can remember the lyrics. I had to google the lyric just so I couldn’t remember who sang it 😂


Becky stepped off the bus, her eyes wide with wonder as she gazed up at the towering skyscrapers of Gotham City. She had never been to a place like this before, and the hustle and bustle of the city streets were overwhelming.

But Becky had a mission, and she couldn’t let the chaos around her distract her. She had come to Gotham in search of the Witchblade, a powerful and mysterious artifact that had been causing havoc across the city. An artifact that had been stolen from her.

Becky had been chosen by the Witchblade, a symbiotic weapon that bonded with its host and granted incredible powers. But the power came with a price, and Becky had to learn to control the dangerous energy that flowed through her veins.

As she made her way through the crowded streets, Becky felt a tingle of excitement and fear. She could sense the presence of the Witchblade nearby, and she knew that it was drawing her closer with each passing moment.

Suddenly, she heard a commotion up ahead, and she saw a group of men in suits chasing a figure down the street. Without hesitation, Becky broke into a run, her long blonde hair streaming behind her.

As she approached the group, she could see that they were armed and dangerous. But Becky was not afraid. She called upon the power of the Witchblade, and a shimmering blue aura surrounded her body.

With a swift and graceful movement, Becky leapt into the air, her hand reaching out to grasp the Witchblade that was in the hands of one of the men. The energy surged through her, and she felt a rush of power as the weapon fused with her body.

In an instant, the men were scattered, thrown back by the force of the Witchblade. Becky stood tall and proud, her eyes blazing with confidence.

The people on the street stared at her in awe and fear, but Becky paid them no mind. She had a mission to complete, and she was not going to let anyone stand in her way.

As she strode forward, the Witchblade pulsing with energy at her side, Becky knew that she was ready for whatever lay ahead. Gotham was a dangerous city, but she was a dangerous woman. And with the power of the Witchblade on her side, she was unstoppable.

Batman had been tracking the mysterious woman known as Becky ever since she arrived in Gotham. Rumors had been spreading about her incredible powers and her connection to the Witchblade, and Batman knew that she posed a serious threat to the city.

As he rounded a corner in the alleyway, he saw Becky standing there, her hand wrapped tightly around the glowing blue weapon that was the Witchblade.

“Becky, I need you to surrender that weapon,” Batman said, his voice firm and commanding.

Becky turned to face him, a hint of amusement in her eyes. “And what makes you think I’ll just hand it over, Bats?” she asked, a sly grin spreading across her face.

Batman tensed, ready for anything. He knew that Becky was a formidable opponent, and he had to be careful.

“The Witchblade is too dangerous for anyone to wield. I’m taking it into my custody,” Batman said, taking a step forward.

Becky laughed, her voice ringing out through the alleyway. “You don’t get it, do you? The Witchblade chose me. It’s mine, and I’m not giving it up without a fight.”

With a flick of her wrist, Becky sent a burst of energy towards Batman, who dodged it with a graceful leap. The two circled each other, each one waiting for the other to make a move.

Finally, Batman lunged forward, his fists flying towards Becky. But she was too quick for him, and she sidestepped his attack with ease.

The two continued to exchange blows, their movements fast and fluid. Batman was skilled and experienced, but Becky had the power of the Witchblade on her side, and she was not afraid to use it.

As the fight continued, Batman could see that he was at a disadvantage. He needed a way to neutralize the Witchblade, to take away its power.

With a sudden burst of inspiration, he reached into his utility belt and pulled out a small device. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed it towards Becky, who caught it in midair.

But as soon as she touched it, a surge of energy rippled through her body, causing her to drop the Witchblade in surprise. Batman moved quickly, scooping up the weapon before Becky could recover.

Becky stumbled back, her eyes wide with shock. “What did you do to me?” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I used an EMP device to neutralize the energy field around the Witchblade,” Batman explained, his voice calm and steady.

Becky glared at him, her anger palpable. “You’ll pay for this, Batman. The Witchblade will be mine again, and you won’t be able to stop me,” she spat, before turning and running off into the night.

Batman watched her go, his mind racing with the implications of what had just happened. The Witchblade was a dangerous weapon, and he knew that he couldn’t let it fall into the wrong hands. He had to find a way to neutralize it for good, before it caused even more destruction and chaos in Gotham City.

Becky wandered through the streets of Gotham, her thoughts consumed with the defeat she had suffered at the hands of Batman. She was angry, humiliated, and desperate to regain the power of the Witchblade.

As she walked, she caught sight of a towering building in the distance, its sleek lines and modern architecture drawing her towards it. She approached cautiously, feeling a sense of awe as she realized that she was standing in front of Wayne Tower, the headquarters of the Wayne Enterprises.

Becky knew that Wayne Enterprises was a powerful corporation, but she had no idea of the secrets that lay within its walls. With a sudden burst of curiosity, she slipped inside, determined to discover what lay hidden in the heart of the building.

As she made her way through the sleek corridors, Becky felt a sense of unease, as if she was being watched. She brushed the feeling aside, telling herself that it was just her paranoia.

But then, as she turned a corner, she saw a man in a dark suit standing in front of her, his face obscured by a mask. Becky tensed, ready for a fight, but then the man spoke, his voice low and controlled.

“I knew you would come here eventually, Becky,” the man said, and Becky realized with a shock that he knew her name.

“How do you know who I am?” Becky demanded, her voice tinged with fear.

“I know a lot of things, Becky. And I know that you’re in possession of something very dangerous,” the man said, stepping closer.

Becky stepped back, her hand reaching for the Witchblade at her side. But before she could react, the man’s hand shot out, grabbing her wrist with a grip of iron.

“You don’t want to do that,” the man warned, his grip tightening.

Becky struggled, but she couldn’t break free. And then, suddenly, the man’s grip loosened, and he stepped back, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the lights.

Becky gasped in shock as she realized who she was facing. “You’re… you’re Bruce Wayne,” she stammered, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Bruce Wayne nodded, his expression inscrutable. “Yes, I am. And I know what you’re capable of, Becky. I know about the Witchblade, and I know that it’s dangerous.”

Becky felt a sudden sense of dread wash over her. Bruce Wayne knew her secret, knew about the power she wielded. She had to get out of there before he could use that knowledge against her.

With a sudden burst of energy, she wrenched her arm free from Bruce’s grip and sprinted towards the door. But as she turned the handle, she heard Bruce’s voice behind her, low and menacing.

“I know who you are, Becky. And I won’t let you hurt anyone in this city. Not as long as I’m alive.”

Becky didn’t stop, didn’t look back. She ran out into the night, her mind racing with fear and uncertainty. Bruce Wayne knew her secret, and she didn’t know what he would do with that knowledge. All she knew was that she had to keep moving, keep fighting, if she was going to survive in this dangerous city.

Becky stood outside the grand entrance of Wayne Manor, her eyes fixed on the imposing gates that stood before her. She knew that inside, the city’s elite were gathered for a lavish party hosted by Bruce Wayne, and she had every intention of crashing it.

She had heard rumors that Wayne possessed a powerful artifact, something that could help her regain control of the Witchblade. And if it meant sneaking into a fancy party, then so be it.

Taking a deep breath, Becky slipped past the security guards and made her way into the sprawling estate. She blended in with the crowd, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of the Witchblade.

And then, just as she was about to give up hope, she saw it. The artifact was displayed in a glass case, glimmering in the light of the chandeliers.

Becky’s heart raced as she made her way towards the case. She could feel the power emanating from the Witchblade, its call drawing her closer and closer.

As she reached out to touch the glass, she heard a voice behind her, low and controlled.

“Becky, what are you doing here?”

She turned to face Bruce Wayne, her heart racing with fear and anticipation. “I came to retrieve what is rightfully mine,” she said, her voice tinged with defiance.

Bruce regarded her with a cool gaze, his expression inscrutable. “The Witchblade is not yours, Becky. It belongs in safe hands, hands that can control its power.”

Becky felt a surge of anger at his words. Who was he to tell her what she could and couldn’t do with the Witchblade? She reached out to break the glass, but before she could touch it, Bruce’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist with a strength that took her by surprise.

“You don’t want to do that, Becky,” Bruce warned, his grip tightening.

Becky struggled, but she couldn’t break free. And then, suddenly, the room was plunged into darkness, the lights flickering and dying.

In the chaos, Becky wrenched her arm free from Bruce’s grip and fled into the night, the Witchblade clutched tightly in her hand. She didn’t look back, didn’t stop until she was miles away from Wayne Manor.

As she stood there, panting and breathless, Becky felt the power of the Witchblade coursing through her veins. She had what she had come for, and no one, not even Bruce Wayne, could stop her from using it.

The Joker had always been a thorn in Becky’s side, but after her takeover of Gotham’s criminal underworld, he found himself in a precarious position. His own attempts to seize power had failed, and he was now at the mercy of the new queen of crime.

So he did the unthinkable – he begged for mercy.

Becky found the Joker kneeling before her, his once proud and maniacal demeanor replaced with one of supplication. His eyes were downcast, and his voice was soft as he pleaded with her to spare his life.

“Please, Becky, have mercy,” he said, his voice trembling. “I know I’ve crossed you in the past, but I swear I’ll be loyal to you now. Just let me live.”

Becky regarded him for a moment, her face expressionless. She knew that the Joker was a dangerous man, one who could turn on her at any moment. But she also knew that he could be a valuable asset, a tool to be used for her own gain.

“Get up, Joker,” she said, her voice cold and detached. “I will spare your life, but know that you are now under my control. If you ever betray me again, I will not hesitate to end you.”

The Joker scrambled to his feet, his eyes wide with fear and relief. He knew that he had narrowly escaped death, and he vowed to himself that he would never cross Becky again.

As Becky turned to leave, the Joker followed her, his head bowed in subservience. And as they walked through the halls of the criminal underworld, Becky knew that she had gained a powerful ally – one who would do anything to stay in her good graces.

Becky, having cemented her control over Gotham’s criminal underworld, found herself growing bored with the routine of it all. She had defeated all her rivals, amassed wealth and power beyond her wildest dreams, but she craved something more – a new challenge.

And then she thought of Batman.

The Dark Knight had always been a thorn in the side of Gotham’s criminals, always one step ahead of them. And Becky couldn’t help but wonder if she could outsmart him, if she could bend him to her will and make him her plaything.

So she set her sights on Batman, determined to make him hers.

It didn’t take long for Becky to track down Batman’s secret identity – Bruce Wayne. And she began to devise a plan to bring him to her, to make him submit to her will.

She began to leave tantalizing clues for Batman, hinting at her presence and her desire to meet him. And finally, after weeks of playing this game of cat and mouse, Batman took the bait.

He found himself standing face to face with Becky, who regarded him with a mixture of amusement and desire. She knew that Batman was a formidable opponent, but she was confident in her ability to break him.

“Welcome, Batman,” Becky said, her voice low and seductive. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

Batman regarded her warily, his mind racing. He knew that he was playing a dangerous game by coming here, but he also knew that he couldn’t resist the challenge that Becky presented.

“What do you want, Becky?” Batman asked, his voice cold and measured.

Becky smiled, her eyes flickering with excitement. “I want you, Batman,” she said. “I want to break you, to make you mine. And I think that you want the same thing.”

Batman felt a surge of anger and disgust wash over him. He knew that he could never submit to Becky’s will, that he would fight her until his last breath.

But he also knew that this was only the beginning – that the war between him and Becky had just begun


As the sun set over the city skyline, the WitchBlade pulsed with energy, its metallic surface glinting in the fading light. It had been dormant for too long, waiting for its next host to emerge.

In a dimly lit alleyway, a young woman stumbled and fell to the ground, gasping for breath. Her heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to stand, her hand brushing against the WitchBlade, which had somehow found its way into her grasp.

As soon as her fingers touched the cool metal, a surge of power coursed through her body, and she felt an otherworldly force taking hold of her. Her eyes widened in shock as the WitchBlade began to transform, tendrils of energy snaking up her arm and coiling around her body.

She could feel a presence within the WitchBlade, a consciousness that seemed to be communicating with her

Becky stared at the WitchBlade in disbelief, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never imagined that she would be the one chosen to wield such a powerful weapon.

But her shock was nothing compared to that of the Darkness, who had been following the WitchBlade’s movements for centuries. As he materialized in front of Becky, his eyes widened in disbelief.

She could feel its dark energy emanating from the shadows, but she stood her ground, her grip on the artifact’s hilt firm.

As the Darkness coalesced into a tangible form, Becky could see the surprise and confusion on its face. It had clearly not expected her to be the WitchBlade’s new host.

“Becky… it’s you?” the Darkness said, its voice tinged with disbelief.

Becky nodded, watching the creature warily. She knew all too well the danger it posed, but she couldn’t deny the lingering feelings she had for the person it used to be.

“I never thought I’d see you again,” the Darkness continued, its expression softening. “I’m sorry for everything I did to you. I know I hurt you, and I wish I could take it all back.”

Becky hesitated for a moment, taken aback by the Darkness’s sudden change in demeanor. “I… I don’t know what to say,” she admitted.

The Darkness took a step forward, holding out a hand. “Please, Becky. Let me make it up to you. Let me show you that I’m not the same person I was before.”

Becky stared at the Darkness’s outstretched hand, unsure of what to do. She knew that the creature had caused her a great deal of pain, but she couldn’t help the flicker of hope that rose in her chest.

Slowly, hesitantly, she reached out and took the Darkness’s hand. As their fingers touched, she felt a surge of energy pass between them, and a strange sensation washed over her.

In that moment, she realized that the Darkness was telling the truth. It had changed, transformed by the power of the WitchBlade and the experiences it had endured.

“I… I believe you,” she said finally, looking up at the creature before her.

The Darkness smiled, and for the first time in a long time, Becky felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, they could find a way to make things right.

CHAPTER ONE: the Cuckoo Sisters

Becky walked through the busy streets of New York, the Witchblade pulsing with power on her wrist. She had been tasked with investigating strange energy readings in the area, and she knew that whatever was causing them was bound to be dangerous.

As she made her way towards an old abandoned building, the energy readings grew stronger, and she could sense a powerful force inside. She cautiously approached the building, her senses on high alert.

Suddenly, she heard a voice behind her. “Well, well, well. Look who we have here,” the voice said.

Becky turned around to see three identical women standing behind her. They were the Cuckoo Sisters, powerful telepaths who could control the minds of others.

“Who are you?” Becky asked, her hand instinctively gripping the Witchblade.

“We are the Cuckoo Sisters,” the three women said in unison. “And we have been expecting you, Witchblade.”

Becky could feel their telepathic powers probing at her mind, trying to break through her defenses. But she pushed back, focusing her own powers and pushing them away.

“You won’t be able to control me,” she said, her voice filled with confidence.

The Cuckoo Sisters laughed, their voices echoing through the alley. “We’ll see about that,” they said.

Suddenly, the three women closed in on Becky, their eyes glowing with a malevolent energy. But Becky was ready. With a powerful surge of energy, she unleashed the full power of the Witchblade, blasting the Cuckoo Sisters back.

The three women stumbled backwards, their powers momentarily disrupted. Becky seized the opportunity an.

“What do you want with the WitchBlade?” she demanded, her eyes locked on the sisters.

The Cuckoo Sisters exchanged a glance, their identical faces twisted into identical sneers. “What do we want with the WitchBlade?” one of them repeated, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “What don’t we want with it? Power, influence, control… the possibilities are endless.”

Becky felt a twinge of fear in her chest, but she stood her ground. “I won’t let you take it,” she said firmly. “I’ll do whatever it takes to protect it.”

The Cuckoo Sisters laughed, their high-pitched voices grating on Becky’s nerves. “Oh, we’re counting on it,” one of them said, and with a quick motion, they both lunged at her.

Becky swung the WitchBlade, its energy pulsing through her body as she struck out at the sisters. But they were quick, and they dodged her blows with ease.

As they circled around her, Becky could feel her energy waning. The WitchBlade was powerful, but it was draining to wield, and she knew that she couldn’t keep up this fight for much longer.

But then, something unexpected happened. The Darkness appeared beside her, its own energy crackling through the air.

“You need help?” it said, a sly grin on its face.

Becky hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether to trust the creature. But she knew that she didn’t have much of a choice.

“Fine,” she said, nodding at the Darkness. “Let’s do this.”

Together, they launched themselves at the Cuckoo Sisters, the WitchBlade and the Darkness working in tandem. It was a fierce battle, but with their combined strength, Becky and the Darkness were able to overcome the sisters and send them fleeing.

Breathless and shaking, Becky leaned on the WitchBlade, her heart racing. She had won this battle, but she knew that there were many more to come.

Becky stood panting, her chest heaving with exertion, as she looked down at the defeated Cuckoo Sisters. The WitchBlade’s power still hummed through her body, and she could feel the raw energy pulsing through her veins.

As she turned to leave, she heard a voice behind her.


“That was quite a display of power, Becky.”

She spun around, startled, to see a woman standing a few feet away. The woman was tall and striking, with fiery red hair and piercing green eyes that seemed to look right through her.

“Who are you?” Becky asked, her hand still clutching the WitchBlade tightly.

The woman smiled slightly. “My name is Jean Grey. I’m a mutant, like you.”

Becky’s eyes widened. She had heard of Jean Grey before, the powerful telepath and member of the X-Men.

“I’ve been watching you, Becky,” Jean continued. “I sensed the WitchBlade’s power, and I wanted to see it for myself. I have to say, I’m impressed.”

Becky felt a surge of pride at Jean’s words, but also a sense of unease. She wasn’t used to being watched, especially by someone as powerful as Jean Grey.

“What do you want?” she asked warily.

Jean’s expression turned serious. “I want to help you, Becky. The WitchBlade’s power is dangerous, and I don’t want to see you hurt yourself or others.”

Becky hesitated, unsure of what to do. She knew she needed help, but she wasn’t sure she could trust Jean.

But then she felt the WitchBlade’s power surge within her, and she knew she couldn’t face this alone.

“Okay,” she said finally. “I’ll let you help me.”

Jean nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Good. We have a lot of work to do.”

As Jean and Becky continued their conversation, a new presence made itself known.


Emma Frost sauntered into view, her cold, piercing gaze focused solely on Becky.

“Well, well, well,” Emma drawled, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “What do we have here?”

Jean turned to face Emma, her expression guarded. “What are you doing here, Emma?”

Emma’s lips twisted into a wicked grin. “I heard that my lover had found herself a new plaything, and I simply had to come see for myself.”

Becky’s eyes widened in shock. She had never been with Emma Frost, and she couldn’t fathom why the woman would claim her as her lover.

But Emma continued, undeterred by Becky’s confusion. “You see, darling, Becky belongs to me. She always has, and she always will.”

Jean stepped forward, her eyes blazing with anger. “You have no claim on Becky, Emma. She is her own person, and she doesn’t belong to anyone.”

Emma’s expression turned cold, and Becky could feel her power rippling around her like a frigid wind.

“You are mistaken, Jean,” Emma said icily. “Becky belongs to me, and I will not let her go without a fight.”

Becky felt a sense of panic rising within her. She didn’t want to be anyone’s possession, and she certainly didn’t want to be caught in the middle of this power struggle.

But as Emma and Jean faced off, their powers clashing in a dazzling display of energy, Becky knew that she would have to make a choice. And she knew that whatever she chose, it would have far-reaching consequences.

As Emma and Jean continued their heated exchange, Becky felt her heart racing with fear and uncertainty. She had never been one for drama, and the sudden appearance of these two powerful women in her life was overwhelming.

But as she watched the two of them face off, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something even more dangerous was brewing. She had sensed it before, the undercurrent of desire that ran through Jean’s words and actions.

“You know, Becky,” Jean said suddenly, her voice low and dangerous. “I’ve been thinking. The WitchBlade would be much safer in my hands than in yours. I have the experience and the power to control it. You, on the other hand, are just a novice.”

Becky felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead. She didn’t like the way Jean was looking at her, like she was nothing more than a means to an end.

“I’m not giving you the WitchBlade,” she said firmly, gripping the artifact tighter.

Jean’s expression turned icy. “You don’t have a choice, Becky. I can take it from you by force, if I have to.”

Becky felt her heart racing in her chest. She knew Jean was powerful, but she never thought she would turn on her like this.

And now, as Emma’s power crackled in the air around them, Jean’s gaze turned to the WitchBlade, her eyes glittering with greed.

“I see what you’re doing, Jean,” Emma said, her voice low and dangerous. “You want the WitchBlade for yourself, don’t you?”

Jean didn’t even bother denying it. “Of course I do. The power it possesses is immense, and I could do so much good with it.”

Becky felt a surge of anger rising within her. She wasn’t a pawn to be fought over by these two women, and she certainly wasn’t going to let them use her for their own purposes.

“You can’t have it,” she said firmly, her voice shaking slightly. “The WitchBlade chose me, and I won’t let anyone take it from me.”

Jean’s eyes narrowed, and Becky could feel the intensity of her power building. “You’re making a mistake, Becky. You don’t understand the true potential of the WitchBlade.”

But Becky stood her ground, her hand still tightly gripping the hilt of the WitchBlade. She knew that the power it possessed was dangerous, but she also knew that it was hers to wield. And she wasn’t about to give it up without a fight.

Emma rolled her eyes. “Jean you could barely control the Phoenix Force and you’re Omega Level” she smiled at Becky. Taking Becky’s hand, Emma guided her away from Jean Grey.

“Becky, I want you to know that I am always here for you, no matter what. I understand that you are the host for the Witchblade, and that can be a challenging and difficult responsibility. But you are strong and capable, and I believe in you. Whatever you need, whether it’s someone to talk to or just someone to listen, I am here for you. You are not alone in this, and together we can work through any obstacles that come our way. Just remember that you are loved and valued, and that I am always here to support you.”

Becky’s heart was racing as she felt Emma’s lips on hers, their tongues dancing together in a passionate tango. She had never felt such a rush of desire before, and it was almost overwhelming.

As Emma’s hands roamed over her body, Becky felt a sudden rush of heat shoot through her, and she couldn’t help but moan with pleasure. She had never felt so alive, so consumed with passion.

Before she knew it, Emma had hoisted her up, carrying her over to the nearby picnic table. Becky was almost dizzy with desire, her body humming with anticipation.

As Emma gently laid her down on the table, Becky felt a rush of excitement course through her. She couldn’t wait to see what Emma had in store for her.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Emma trailed her fingers down Becky’s body, tracing a line from her neck down to her waist. Becky arched her back, her body quivering with anticipation.

Emma leaned in and pressed her lips to Becky’s, her tongue darting out to tease Becky’s lips. Becky moaned softly, her hands reaching up to tangle in Emma’s hair.

Their bodies were entwined, their passion fueling each other as they explored each other’s bodies with a frenzied intensity. Becky felt like she was on fire, consumed with desire for this woman who had captivated her so completely.

As they kissed and touched, Becky knew that this was just the beginning of their journey together. She had found something special with Emma, something that went beyond mere physical attraction. It was a connection, a bond that would keep them together no matter what challenges lay ahead.

As Becky and Emma Frost’s lips met in a passionate kiss, Becky felt her heart racing with desire. Emma’s hands ran up and down her back, tracing patterns on her skin that sent shivers of pleasure through her body.

Without breaking the kiss, Emma hoisted Becky up and carried her over to the nearby picnic table. With a deft movement, she laid Becky down on the table, never breaking their kiss.

Becky wrapped her legs around Emma’s waist, pulling her in closer as she deepened the kiss. She could feel Emma’s body pressing against hers, her hips grinding against her in a delicious rhythm.

As they continued to kiss, Emma’s hands roamed over Becky’s body, teasing her skin and causing her to moan with pleasure. She felt as if she was on fire, her desire for Emma growing with each passing moment.

Finally, they broke the kiss, both gasping for air. Emma looked down at her with dark, hungry eyes.

“Are you ready for this?” she whispered.

Becky’s hands reached up to grip Emma’s hair, pulling her in closer as she continued to moan with pleasure. Emma’s hands were now sliding down her thighs, pushing her panties aside as she positioned herself between Becky’s legs.

As Emma’s lips trailed down her body, Becky felt a sudden rush of heat shoot through her. She was so turned on that she could barely contain herself, her body trembling with anticipation.

Finally, Emma’s lips reached their destination, and she began to kiss Becky’s inner thighs, working her way closer and closer to her core.

Becky could feel Emma’s breath on her skin, and she let out a low, throaty moan as she felt her lips make contact with her most sensitive spot.

Emma’s tongue was like a wildfire, flicking and teasing her with every movement. Becky could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her body writhing with pleasure as she rode the waves of ecstasy.

As she reached the peak, Becky cried out, her body shuddering with pleasure as she rode the waves of ecstasy. Emma continued to tease her, sending her into a frenzy of desire as she rode out her orgasm. Emma switched positions, laying herself out so Becky could bury her face in her pussy. Becky’s tongue darted out eagerly, exploring Emma’s folds and teasing her clit. Emma moaned with pleasure, her hands gripping the edge of the table tightly as Becky worked her magic. Her tongue was like a warm, wet embrace, driving Emma wild with desire. As Becky continued to eat her out, Emma felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She could feel the familiar heat building in her belly, and she knew that she was about to come. She cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure as she rode the waves of her orgasm. When it was over, they collapsed onto the table, both panting and gasping for air. Becky felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her, knowing that she had given Emma exactly what she needed. Emma smiled at her, her eyes dark with desire. “That was amazing,” she said, leaning in for a kiss. Becky kissed her back eagerly, feeling a sense of contentment settle over her as they lay there together, lost in each other’s embrace

CHAPTER FOUR- The Cuckoos return

Becky and Emma lay there, still catching their breath, they suddenly heard a sound. They looked up and saw the Cuckoo Sisters standing there, watching them with interest. Becky blushed and tried to cover herself up, while Emma sat up and glared at them. “What are you doing here?” she demanded. “Were you spying on us?”

The Cuckoo Sisters didn’t answer, instead climbing up onto the picnic table with them. They looked at Becky and Emma with a mischievous glint in their eyes. “We just wanted to see what all the fuss was about,” one of them said, reaching out to touch Emma’s cheek.

Emma slapped her hand away, scowling. “This isn’t a show for your entertainment,” she spat.

The other Cuckoo Sister stepped forward, a sly smile on her lips. “Oh, come on, Emma,” she purred. “You know you want us. We could show you so much pleasure.”

Becky felt a flash of jealousy as she watched the Cuckoo Sisters flirt with Emma. She leaned over and kissed her fiercely, trying to stake her claim. Emma responded eagerly, wrapping her arms around Becky’s waist and pulling her in closer.

The Cuckoo Sisters watched them for a moment, then turned to each other and began to kiss passionately. Becky and Emma looked on in surprise, feeling a strange mixture of arousal and disgust. They had never seen anything like this before, and it was both exciting and unnerving.

Emma, too, was being touched by one of the sisters, and she leaned into the touch, her body arching with pleasure. The other sister was now kissing and nipping at Becky’s neck, her hands roaming over her body. Becky’s own hands were moving over the curves of the sister’s body, exploring every inch of her with a hunger that she didn’t even know she possessed.

As the kisses continued, the four of them began to move in a sensual dance, their bodies pressing together in a way that was both primal and elegant. Hands were touching and exploring everywhere, and the air was thick with the scent of desire.

As the heat continued to build, Becky felt herself being pushed down onto the picnic table. The Cuckoo Sisters positioned themselves on either side of her, their hands roaming over her body as they began to kiss her again. Emma was now on her knees, her head buried between one of the sister’s thighs as she pleasured her with her tongue.

Becky moaned with pleasure as the sisters’ hands caressed her body, and their lips moved down to her breasts. They took turns sucking and licking her nipples, while their hands slid down to her hips, pulling her closer to them. Becky felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her body writhing with pleasure as the sisters continued to pleasure her.

Suddenly, Emma’s head popped up from between the sister’s legs, a mischievous grin on her face. “Your turn,” she said, gesturing for Becky to take her place.

Becky didn’t hesitate, moving between the sister’s legs and beginning to pleasure her with her tongue. The sister moaned with pleasure, her hips bucking against Becky’s face

At the same time, the other sister was eagerly exploring Becky’s body with her hands, caressing her breasts and thighs. Emma’s fingers continued to work their magic between Becky’s legs, and she could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Suddenly, the sister beneath her cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure as she reached her own climax. Becky didn’t stop her ministrations, though, eager to continue pleasuring her even as she rode out her orgasm.

As the sister finally lay still, Becky pulled back and looked up at Emma and the other sister. They were both watching her with hunger in their eyes, their own desire mounting as they watched her pleasure the sister.

Without a word, Emma climbed up onto the picnic table, positioning herself over the other sister’s waiting mouth. Becky watched in awe as the sister eagerly began to pleasure Emma with her tongue, the two of them lost in their own world of pleasure.

Becky felt a surge of desire shoot through her as she watched the two of them together, and she began to touch herself, eager to join in on the fun. The sounds of pleasure continued to fill the air, and Becky knew that this was only the beginning of a long, erotic night with the Cuckoo Sisters.


Becky found herself walking down a deserted street in the middle of the night. She had lost her way and had been wandering around for hours, hoping to find someone to help her. Suddenly, she heard a sound behind her and turned around to see a man approaching her. As he got closer, she could see that he was muscular and had long, sharp claws protruding from his hands.

“Who are you?” Becky asked, trying to hide her fear.

The man, who introduced himself as Wolverine, explained that he was a mutant with special powers. He offered to help Becky find her way home, and she reluctantly agreed.

As they walked, Wolverine explained more about his powers and the struggles he faced as a mutant. Becky listened with interest, fascinated by the world of mutants and the challenges they faced.

Eventually, they arrived at a hotel , and she thanked Wolverine for his help.

“I have one more thing to offer you,” he said, his voice low and husky.

Becky turned to look at him, her heart pounding in her chest. Wolverine leaned in, his eyes locking onto hers, and kissed her deeply. Becky felt a surge of desire shoot through her as she kissed him back, his sharp claws pressing into her back as he pulled her closer.

As the kiss deepened, Becky felt herself getting lost in the passion of the moment. She knew that this encounter with Wolverine would change her forever, and she was eager to explore the unknown depths of desire that he had awakened within her.

Wolverine led Becky inside the hotel and up to his room. Once inside, he closed the door behind them and turned to face her.

“You’re safe here,” he said, his voice deep and reassuring.

Becky nodded, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement. She had never been alone with a man like Wolverine before, and she wasn’t sure what to expect.

Wolverine moved closer to her, his eyes locked on hers. “You’re not in any danger now,” he said, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Becky couldn’t help but shiver at his touch. She felt drawn to him in a way she couldn’t explain. She looked up into his intense gaze and felt her heart skip a beat.

“Is there anything you need?” Wolverine asked, his voice softening.

Becky shook her head, unable to find her voice. Wolverine took a step closer to her, and she felt her body respond, her heart racing with desire.

She closed her eyes, lost in the sensations that were overwhelming her.

Wolverine’s touch was firm and confident, and Becky felt herself being swept away by the intensity of it all. She had never felt anything like it before. She moaned, the pleasure building inside of her, as he continued to explore her body with his fingers.

As he moved his mouth to her neck, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin there, Becky felt herself on the brink of ecstasy. She tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him on, as he continued to explore her body.

And then, with a final burst of pleasure, she cried out, her body convulsing in his arms. Wolverine held her tightly, kissing her forehead as she came back down to earth.

They lay there together, breathing heavily, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs. For a few moments, they simply lay there, lost in the afterglow of their passion.

Finally, Wolverine leaned over and kissed her forehead again. “Thank you,” he said softly, his voice filled with tenderness.

Becky smiled up at him, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. She had never felt so happy, so safe, so loved. And she knew that this was just the beginning of their journey together.

Becky woke up the next morning feeling a bit disoriented. She looked around the room, trying to remember where she was. And then, the events of the previous night came flooding back to her, and she blushed at the memory.

As she sat up in bed, she noticed that there was a note on the nightstand. She picked it up and read it.

“Hey, Becky. Sorry I had to leave early. Had some things to take care of. You can stay as long as you want. I’ll be back soon. – Logan.”

Becky smiled, feeling grateful for Wolverine’s kindness. She got out of bed and decided to take a shower. As she was getting dressed, she heard a knock on the door.

She walked over to the door and opened it, surprised to see a young girl standing there. The girl was about her age, with short hair and an intense gaze. She looked vaguely familiar, but Becky couldn’t quite place her.

“Can I help you?” Becky asked, a little apprehensively.

The girl stepped forward, and Becky noticed that she was holding a length of rope in her hands. “Hi, I’m Laura,” she said, holding out the rope. “I heard you might need some help with this.”

Becky looked at the rope, feeling a bit confused. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand. What is this for?”

Laura smiled, her eyes glinting with mischief. “I heard that you and Logan had some fun last night. I thought you might want to try something new. Something…kinky.”

Becky’s eyes widened in shock. She had never tried anything like that before. But as she looked at Laura, she felt a strange sense of curiosity. Maybe this could be fun.

She nodded slowly. “Okay, I’m interested. What do I need to do?”

Laura’s smile widened, and she motioned for Becky to sit on the bed. “Just relax and let me take care of everything,” she said.

Becky sat down, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She watched as Laura began to deftly knot the rope, her hands moving quickly and confidently.

Within a few minutes, Laura had created a complex knot, with loops and twists that looked both beautiful and intimidating. She held it up for Becky to inspect.

“Ready to try it out?” she asked, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Becky nodded, feeling a sense of excitement building inside of her. She had never felt so daring, so adventurous.

Laura helped her slip her hands into the loops of the rope, securing it tightly around her wrists. Becky felt a momentary sense of panic as she realized that she was completely helpless, at the mercy of this strange girl.

But as Laura began to gently tug on the rope, pulling Becky’s hands behind her back, she felt a wave of pleasure wash over her. This was exciting, thrilling, something that she had never experienced before.

As Laura continued to play with the rope, Becky felt herself slipping deeper and deeper into a state of arousal. She closed her eyes, lost in the sensations that were overwhelming her.

And as she felt Laura’s lips on her neck, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin there, she knew that she would never forget this moment. It was a moment of pure passion, pure desire, pure pleasure. And it was all thanks to the mysterious girl with the rope.


I raise my hand, and the room fills with the crackle of energy. It feels good, somehow, the words of power coming naturally to me. For a moment, I forget the terrible, angry rage that has been burning inside me for months.

That’s when I see her. Becky. She’s talking to Buffy, and I can see the way her auburn hair catches the light. Her smile is like the sun, and it sends a shiver down my spine.

Something in me shifts, and I know without a doubt that I want her. I want to feel her hands on my skin, to hear her whispering words of love in my ear. I want all of her, every inch of her, and nothing and no one is going to stop me from having her.

My longing for Becky consumes me, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. I yearn for her touch, her warmth, her breath against my skin. Every fiber of my being aches for her, and I am powerless to resist.

But as I try to play it cool around her, I am met with nothing but indifference. Her laughter and playful teasing only fuel my desire for her, and I find myself unable to think of anything else but her.

Gradually, we start to connect on a deeper level. We share our hopes, dreams, and fears, and I find myself opening up to her in a way that I never have before. There is a bond between us that cannot be broken, and I know that I have found someone special.

One evening, as we sit together in the park, I am overcome with a sense of clarity. I lean in to kiss her, and our lips meet in a fiery embrace. The taste of her on my tongue is electrifying, and I feel a rush of heat coursing through my veins.

From that moment on, we are inseparable. Our passion ignites like a wildfire, and we spend every moment we can together, exploring each other’s bodies with reckless abandon.

Our attraction quickly becomes an all-consuming flame, burning brighter and hotter with each passing day. We can’t keep our hands off each other, and every moment spent apart is like an eternity.

The sensation of her skin against mine is electrifying, and I find myself lost in the rapture of her touch. Her breathy whispers of desire drive me wild, and I respond with a fervor that I never knew existed within me.

We spend our nights tangled in each other’s embrace, our bodies moving in perfect harmony as we explore every inch of each other with wild abandon. Nothing else matters in those moments; all that exists is the two of us, consumed by a passion that feels like it could never fade.

In her arms, I feel alive and free, liberated from the weight of the world and the darkness that has plagued me for so long. She is my light, my salvation, and I know that I could never let her go.


I am not a fan of zombies and the thought of a zombie apocalypse terrifies me. Despite this, I have considered the possibility of a zombie outbreak and how I might go about surviving it.

However, my thoughts on this topic recently led me to have a nightmare about zombies, triggered by shows like The Walking Dead and Attack on Titan. The idea of zombified Titans is particularly unsettling.

In my nightmare, it was the beginning of the third world war and I was having dinner with friends in a restaurant while watching the news of the war. The atmosphere was tense, and the fear of an impending zombie outbreak was palpable.

I was sitting down for dinner with my friends from Quantico: Iris Chang, Will Olsen and some others. I noticed that Will was acting stranger than usual.

The tension was high as we discussed the ongoing war crisis, and my anxiety was creeping up on me. However, as the conversation progressed, something felt off.

I started having dark thoughts about the collapse of governments, but then I realized that the voice in my head wasn’t mine. It was Will’s. He was trying to manipulate and brainwash me into doing something horrific.

I turned to him slowly, feeling a sense of heartbreak at his betrayal. “If you want to kill someone so badly, do it yourself,” I snarled.

Will stared at me in shock. “You should be under my control! How are you aware of any of this?” he exclaimed.

Iris looked at me with concern, then turned to her best friend. “Will, what have you done?” she asked.

In an instant, Will stood up from his seat and declared that he was working for a secret black ops group that was destined to take over the world. He was taken into custody off to a black site.

The atmosphere at the table was tense and heavy as we all processed what had just happened. The night had taken a dark turn, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease about what was to come.

I woke up thinking 💭 wow that’s a whole lot of crazy! Not only are epileptics easily susceptible to suggestion, there would be no way I would have been able to get out of that mess!

Attack on Titan


Sosuke Aizen stood before his loyal followers, his voice ringing out with the unmistakable tone of a man who believed himself to be unstoppable.

“Power is everything,” he declared, his eyes blazing with conviction. “With enough power, we can conquer the world. With enough power, we can reshape reality itself. And I, Sosuke Aizen, have more power than any of you could ever imagine.”

His followers cheered, their faces twisted into expressions of rapturous adulation. They hung on his every word, lost in the hypnotic spell of his charisma.

But then, out of the corner of his eye, Aizen saw her. Becky.

She stood at the back of the room, her arms crossed, her eyes fixed on him with a mixture of anger and confusion. He felt a pang of something deep within him, a sudden stirring that he couldn’t quite explain.

He stumbled over his words, his speech faltering. “What are you doing here?” he demanded, his voice cracking.

Becky didn’t flinch. “I came to stop you,” she said, her voice low and dangerous.

Aizen just laughed, trying to regain his composure. “You can’t stop me,” he said. “No one can. I am the most powerful being in existence.”

Becky narrowed her eyes. “That may be true,” she said. “But power isn’t everything. You’ve lost sight of what’s really important.”

Aizen’s heart skipped a beat. He felt a sudden rush of emotion, a mix of anger and confusion and something else that he couldn’t quite identify.

“You don’t understand,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I do what I do because I want to create a world where we can all be free, where we can all be powerful.”

Becky shook her head. “That’s not freedom,” she said. “That’s just tyranny. You’re just another dictator, trying to impose your will on others.”

Aizen bristled, his eyes flashing with rage. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said. “You’re just a naive little girl.”

Becky didn’t back down. “I may be young,” she said. “But at least I know right from wrong. And what you’re doing is wrong.”

Aizen stared at her, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt a sudden surge of emotion, a mix of anger and desire and confusion.

“You don’t understand,” he said, his voice low and desperate. “I’m doing all of this for you. Don’t you see that? I’m doing it because…because I love you.”

Becky’s expression softened for a moment as she looked at Aizen. She could see the sincerity in his eyes, but she knew that his actions were not motivated by love.

“Aizen, what you’re doing is not love,” she said gently. “Love doesn’t involve manipulating and controlling people. It’s about respecting others’ freedom and letting them make their own choices.”

Aizen’s expression hardened again. “You just don’t get it, do you?” he said. “The world is a dangerous place, and if I don’t do what I’m doing, we’ll all be slaves to the powerful. I’m trying to protect you and everyone else.”

Becky shook her head. “Protecting people by taking away their freedom is not protection at all,” she said. “It’s just another form of oppression.”

“I’ll make you see,” he said finally, his voice cold and determined. “I’ll show you that what I’m doing is the only way.”

Becky took a step forward, reaching out to touch Aizen’s face. “Aizen please..”

Aizen closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her hand against his cheek. “Say that you’ll stay with me,” he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Say that you’ll help me create a new world, a world where we can be together.”

Becky’s eyes widened in shock. She had never expected to hear those words from him, of all people. But there was something in his voice, something raw and honest, that made her heart skip a beat.

Becky hesitated, torn between her love for Aizen and her belief in what was right. She knew that things would never be simple with him, that there would always be a darkness lurking just beneath the surface.

But as she looked into his eyes, she saw something that she had never seen before – vulnerabilty.