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chevvy-yates · 11 months

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WIP WEDNESDAY

Decided it is time for another update so here's a longer post to what I've been up to and stuff that circles around in my head lately.

tagging:

@medtech-mara, @imaginarycyberpunk2023, @itzsassha, @humberg, @kittenchrissy, @rosapexa, @cinnamon-mey, @heywoodvirgin, @dreamskug, @drunkchasind, and everyone who sees and wants to do as well.

No pressure as always!

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1. CHARACTERS & LORE

Let's begin with sth. first I have on my mind for a while: As this fandom (sadly) seems to fall more and more apart, I would like to know if there are still people interested in reading actual lore content or not. As some of you know my dear friend @nervouswizardcycle and I are continously building up some sort of our own expansion after the main game events with rp/fic, character builds, backstory lore and support by vp and it eats a lot of time. The lack of interactions on tblr during the last few months and in several discord servers has led to me not posting a lot anymore either (beside my mental exhaustion phases that come and go). It seems more active again though, as majority already played Phantom Liberty by now or are right into it, so they slowly come back bc they presumably avoided spoilers. —————— So, here is me wondering how many following my blog are 'really' interested to see me sharing all lore of the boys (including story parts) or does the majority prefer just to see pretty pics and that's it? —————— (I've wanted to add a poll here but it doesn't let me save my post so I might do it in a seperate one a bit later) I know: it's my blog, I post what I like in the first place, and I'll likely continue that way but somehow I would like to know if it's worth the effort of formating and thinking about how the posts could look or if I can take that time to do something else with it instead if there's less interest. So, I would just keep it in my tiny discord server I share with my rp partner(s)/in private chats with those interested bc it's gotten to be a lot and we are still at the very start it feels.

2. SKILLS, CYBERWARE & HUMANITY LOSS

As I'm the type that can't have ocs with no background/lore, I sat down the other day and did a build for each with their skills, wrote down what chrome everyone got (incl. additional c-ware from the lore books plus I'm reading e.g. into what programs my runner twins are likely to make use of). It went this far that my friend used the amount of the game's 'cyberware capacity' as 'humanity loss'. It is used in the lore books/ttrpg anyways. So I've counted all my boys possible capacity* and use it as humanity loss (HL) now which led me to thinking about which one of my ocs goes to get treatment and how often they go to see a MedTech on regular base. I thought I could give them a certain minus amount to reduce the HL for each depending on how much or less c-ware they got — e.g. Thyjs as soldier has most (but all is good Militech chrome) and used to go and still goes regularly so his HL gets a huge reduce — whereas Ryder's gets always nulled no matter how often he gets threatment, because BEAST (rogue AI) eats it away each time (to understand that in full you probably have to know the story). Ry must have most HL loss as he often walks along the edge towards cyberpsychosis, so I'm forced to reduce Thyjs' with most c-ware installed a huge amount. And that's how I made it now. It's probably far away from canon ttrpg as my 'canon cp world' consists of 75% game, 20% lorebooks and 5% own added ideas I haven't seen on the lore yet. And I like it that way I gotta say. On a little side note: It also had me thinking about creating a new support character for the team that could be in fact a MedTech. But I won't do that anytime soon.

* some things might still change as I slowly started playing their playthroughs and skill them for real now. I love each build so far because it's a whole different experience! And playing someone with noe netrunning ability is hell as I was only usedto paly netrunner before.

3. FIC SNIPPET TIME

I decided to give you an insight of what I've roughly written yesterday about Ryder and Thyjs having a talk about how they feel for each other:

“Ik ben eerlijk. I liked that accidental kiss we shared a-and i-ik find je leuk, Ry. Probably more as— a friend is supposed to do.” De Wit instantly starts feeling nauseous and something tightens around his stomach but he needs to get it off of his heavy feeling soul. “I-I guess I have stronger feelings for you than I had expected and it’s confusing me.” He frowns, “It’s not usual for me. Never felt any kind of such an attraction towards other men. I-It’s just you— I think I might be into you, Ryder.” The last sentences came in a mere murmur than spoken and Ryder’s name was only a light whisper. Thyjs didn’t dare to look to his left. He feared he would lose his new gained friend now because he said his stupid thoughts aloud. Instead he continues staring at the distant horizon feeling the lump in his throat only getting heavier. The sun was already half arisen and the sky was painted in a bright orange and yellow fading out into never ending blue. After de Wit seems to have finally finished his long talk, Ryder realizes the pack has fallen out of his hands. He needed to repeat in his mind what Thyjs just told him. Did the man really pour out his heart to him at this very moment? He couldn’t believe it at first. The pale soldier he obviously secretly fell for just told him he was having feelings for him that reach further than friendship? It took him what seemed like an eternity to get out of his frozen state. Ry moves up into a straighter position, still supporting his body with his right forearm, turning more towards Thyjs, who is still watching the rising sun with a rather sad look on his face blinking every once in a while. Eventually Scharfenberg brings up his left hand to reach for the older man’s face and de Wit suddenly feels two fingers under his chin making him look at the younger man again. He sees a tiny smile on those dark lips he caught himself looking at so many times in utter secrecy. That tiny smile that’s usually the base for a brighter even more heartwarming smile baring dangerous fangs who make the man look frightening, but smiling like that? Thyjs often caught himself thinking Ry looked cute with these fangs as well. Ry sees Thyjs’ confusion as his eyes look questioning right back at him. So Ry better says something now. “I-Ich äh—” he clears his throat, “—I don’t know where to start. How to talk feelings in the first place.” Letting Thyjs talk himself off seemed to be right for Ryder and it was worth it, because he thinks it’s the most earnest confession someone has ever made to him, yet he doesn’t know how to answer to all this best. So he decides to place himself into a sitting position, to look the soldier boy straight into the eyes. His gaze gets distracted by Thy’s slightly opened lips for a split second. It is the same situation as earlier downstairs, only that Ry has his fingers still under de Wit’s chin and starts to lead his face towards the other man. Just a few inches are left between them and Thyjs can feel the younger man’s warm breath on his skin. He also has this incredible sight at those beautiful male black eyelashes again the very moment they cast down and then he feels those same lips from before on his own with such a soft pressure that again he closes his eyes in an instant and starts to revel in that same electricity running through him but also the revenant paralyze surrounding him again.

It is just a brief kiss, similar to the one in the apartment downstairs but shyer in its move. As soon as it happened it ended. Ryder opens his eyes afterwards immediately because he fears somehow the man in front of him would get up, step back and turn away but instead he still feels his chin pressed softly against his fingers. It casts another tiny smile onto Ryder’s face as his now racing heart skips a beat or two, seeing that Thyjs didn’t make a move nor a sound. His eyes open now as well and Ry swears he’s never seen heterochromia looking so soft but also surprised at the same time at him like Thyjs does right now. He waits for a reaction but Thyjs just keeps looking at him, lips parting shortly just to close again. “What? — Did that make you that speechless now?” Ry asks with nearly the same surprisement. Thyjs lets out a heavy breath and nods, eyes totally lost looking at him which lets Scharfenberg put on a warm smile. “Want to— try again?” Thyjs swallows his unspoken words that gathered in his throat he couldn’t speak aloud and nods again. Heavier, his lips turning into a smile as well and his eyes are suddenly filled with happiness and relief, like he’s telling Ryder that he cannot wait to have their lips meeting once more and to feel that intense buzz from before as it spreads through his entire body like when he’s powering up electricity. This feeling right now? It’s strong and sends an entirely new sensation through him. Is dat het gevoel van vlinders in je buik? He wonders but doesn’t get much more time to think about it because Ryder choses to lean in for a second time.

It can and probably will be rewritten or changed but I definitely want to have it this way! Thjys starts talking and talking almost doing a monologue instead of a dialogue until he comes to the final point and Ryder wants to respond with words but doesn't know how to (he may find them a bit later) and just does what's best: kiss this soldier. I'll max out this kissing scene for a lot more pages just because I can.

I love the idea of Thyjs as war machine being totally romantic and getting super takative when alone with Ryder. And Ryder definitely is a soft romatic boy, alsways was bu Beast made his life harder to show this side more but Thyjs gets to see it also in private.

4. VP

Since I do more 'actual play the game' now even though I have installed most of all mods back, I rarely do pics atm. If I do, they are just rather nice pics where I try to use the ingame light rather than to spawn spot lights. here's a preview of what comes next:

I have so many ideas I want to put into reality. Especially pics that underline the rp/fic chapters mentioned above. But I'm not going to force myself. I'll see what I can realize for the rest of the year and what gets to be stamped as a New Year's resolution. I'll probably focus on a few blorbo pics this weekend because Ryder's birthday is around the corner (31st October) and Jay's boyfriend Enzolino has just a day prior. So if I can manage, I'll do that in the first place.

Thanks for reading! <3

#wip wednesday #wip #fic snippet #vp preview #thoughts #long post #not behind a cut sry friendos #cyberpunk 2077

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i-am-snowils-admiral · 4 months

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I need you to know I absolutely love your tags on the webtoon poll you reblogged from me I 100% agree with your reasoning on all of them

also also!! you’ve read all the same webtoons!!! I only just read s-rank hunters and real estate like a few weeks ago!!! hahaha I’m just excited to find out someone else I know has read them

gotta ask then - what should be my next obsession? I’m currently binging doctor stone (mostly anime but I’m trying to catch up on the manga but it’s hard when I get close to the episode I’m on and then binge an entire season in a day (extra side note I just graduated last week and am spending my newly found free time poorly)) but I am always open to new recommendations, even if it means they just get dropped into my queue of things to read!!

this turned out to be much more stream of consciousness than I originally intended. oops.

This is so wild because I just picked up Dr. Stone about a week ago. I've mostly stopped reading around ch 78 but it's still open in a tab somewhere so I could always go back to it.

I'm so excited we've read the same stuff!! Post-graduation is the perfect time to get into a bunch of random webtoons. Literally what else are you doing. You are free.

In terms of recommendations...hmmmm I actually have a few. Hopefully at least one of these you haven't read yet. Actually I'm going to rate these ones as well for how much I'd like to be a side character.

Often included with the ones we were talking about would be SSS-Class Suicide Hunter, which is pretty good. I'm not caught up but it's super fun and every once in a while will hurt your heart in a good way. (Rating: I'd be happy to be a side character here. Things would go miraculously and somewhat suspiciously well)

Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint is a classic as well. (Rating: You couldn't pay me 10 billion dollars to be a side character in this thing)

I've been really enjoying Pick Me Up, Infinite Gacha - it's an interesting take on the "trapped in a video game" plot that actually manages to be semi-unique (I think, at least) in a genre that is not unique in the slightest. (Rating: Also wouldn't want to be a side character. Han Yslat is only interested in like 10 incredibly powerful people and I would be synthesized for someone else's growth for sure)

Dungeon Reset is just. They gave this man Minecraft powers. Good for him. (Rating: I'd be a side character but only if I got to also have Minecraft powers and hang out in all the cool secret bases)

The Newbie is Too Strong is pretty fun as well, I think they just started a new season so chapters are coming out again. (Rating: I would want the NPCs to like me so much. Not sure if I'd survive this one but I'd be making friends)

Eleceed. The plot of this one is: Cats! Also unimaginable violence against children. Interspersed with more cats. It's incredible. (Rating: Depends heavily on what KIND of side character I was. I am not kidding about the incredible violence but I think if I was a normal person I'd be ok)

Happy reading! Congrats on graduation! I've definitely started reading things because you were putting them on your blog, so I'm happy to throw recommendations at you as well!

#recommendations!#tried to stick to approximately the same genre as the ones on the post you're referencing

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raevenlywrites · 2 years

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Do you know how to sew poll

My tags

#church youth group by hand#punishment for being kicked out of school by machine

@inscrutably-coy tags

#i've done both but I'm not great at either#also raev I want to hear this story

Not that interesting I'm afraid. I was kicked out of my last two weeks of senior year and my mom thought I did it to spite her so she insisted I still learn something with those last two weeks so she made me learn how to sew (we worked together on some basic peasant tops and skirts I wore to renfair later that summer)

...okay, maybe it is that interesting? Lemme set the scene

The year is 2004. 9/11 is still very fresh in the small minds of my small rural town, and the powers that be (vice principal with little man complex) already hate me bc I'm goth and smarter than he is etc etc.

Be Me. Be voted "Delightfully Different" for the year book superlatives. Goth it up for picture day bc I know why tf I got voted this way. Give the people what they want. Dress like the motherfucking Crow.

(Fun aside, my now wife then girlfriend and I are responsible for SEVERAL amendments to the school dress code, including a beautiful line about "no trench coats, dusters, cloaks, opera capes, or other such outwear that hits below the knee. anyway)

Be me again, sick but at school bc that's how it fucken works. gotta train up teh work force etc etc. So i'm sick, tired, and in my fucking pjs bc fuck that noise. Get pulled out of homeroom by the wardrobe police (librarian) and be fed some bullshit line about how my pics for the year book "didn't turn out". On a digital camera. Bitch fuck you. whatever. take my picture, get out of my face, i hate you all.

Back in homeroom, buddy asks me what that was all about. me, grumpy, explains the above bullshit. complains, goes to last period.

get called to the office

principal mc inferiority complex stares at me, I stare at him. he asks if I have any idea why i'm here. i had honestly assumed it was to receive another scholarship and have my pic taken for the news paper, as has already happened a few times this month. smart senior, remember? so I just stare. Prin. Bullshit tries to do a hard ass routine, all cop drama style, am I sure I don't know why i'm here etc etc. I honestly have no idea and say as much. Something I said maybe? he asks smugly. Nope, no bells my dude. Something threatening?

Dear reader, I am truly lost. I'm sick, have a headache the size of texas, and just wanna go back to choir, the one period I share with my gf. I finally do the adult thing (sad but one of us had to be) and tell him I truly have no idea why I'm here so if he could just tell me we could both move on with our days.

He tells me a fellow student overheard me making a bomb threat.

I am floored. I do not recall saying such a thing because I didn't fucking say such a thing. I go over my conversations in my head, and it is only now after the fact that I realize what I must have said. in my tired teen tirade, I invoked the dreaded columbine and said something to the effect of "[in regards to my goth wear] it's like they're afraid I'm going to shoot up the school or something".

I really don't remember if I pieced that together there or later. I truly didn't care. Old dude says they can sett me up with ISS (in school suspension) which would take a week to set up so I'd only be in there for like three days anyways, or, and this is clearly his smug preference, I got home and never set foot on school property again.

This is, of course, the dream scenario. Finals are done; this last two weeks of school is seniors dicking around and practicing for graduation. I have no interest in any of this. It does not feel lik ea celebration or milestone to have slept my way through four years of high school. I gleefully accept his terms and drive myself home in my hot pink geo tracker I wrecked so that mom would let me paint it purple while it was in the body shop anyways (trying to impress a girl. it clearly worked, she married me)

Mom is furious. Swears I did this on purpose. I wish I had thought of it, honestly. Two weeks of crash course home ec ensue. I learn to sew on a machine and wear adorably bland peasant top to ren fair.

Graduation comes, I don't go (banned from school property). Friends after teh fact tell me that 1) the choir doesn't sing alma mater bc my beautiful gf refused to sing w/o me present, and we were the alto section. Popular girl in my grade who is unthinkably sweet and everyone loves and we were on the basketball team together in 7th grade goes on and on about how awful the person who made up lies about me must be and how terrible they must feel etc etc. Snitch is in that class, has to heard it, wants to die on the spot. Absentee victory.

See above where I was smart. Top 10 in my class. Announcer goes to read the students names. "Announcing, the top 10 graduates of 2004. Number 9..." Just skipped right the fuck over me. Goddamned hilarious.

So basically this is the story of how the adults in my life made fools of themselves and I had my Ferris Buehler's Day Off of it all.

And also sewed my younger sibling a monkey for their birthday.

#long post

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honey-coloured-passion · 4 years

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Surprise! (Sapnap x Reader)

Request: “Sapnap X Reader where he surprises the reader while she’s streaming”

Words: 1.5k

“Hello chat how are your days going? Good, bad? Finals!? Oh my gosh I hate finals dude I’m so sorry f to pay respects,” you paused to stretch and adjust your headset as you had just started your stream. “I’m kinda just bored today chat so what should we do? Mods can you all run a poll or something?” You glanced at your discord and saw messages from Sap.

“Hey angel!”

“Oh you’re streaming!”

“You look cute on stream”

You rolled your eyes but chat caught you blushing and saw that Sapnap was viewing the stream, and immediately lost it. They’d been shipping the two of you for months, but little did they know you guys had been dating for three months, since you met up in person for the first time. It hadn’t felt like the right time to announce to the world and you’d wanted to establish your relationship privately before telling the fans, but that didn’t mean you’d had a couple slip ups leading the fans to theorize.

This included you calling Sapnap various forms of babe, bubs, Nick, love etc. Same went for Sap who gets teased for endlessly rushing to your defense on the SMP and responding casually when you call him a pet name, almost like he does it all the time... yeah, chat was on to the two of you.

“Shut up guys and tell me what we’re doing today! We could go grind netherite tools and chill? How does that sound?” the SMP always got a resounding yes, and just like that you were off, the SMP had won the poll anyways.

You messaged Sap in discord, “wanna call for the stream?” and quickly he was on the call with you.

“Hello Mr. Sapitus Napitus, how’s your day going on this fine Friday?” you laughed as you ran through the nether, having just collected enough wool and planks to make beds. “It’s going, I was bored as heck so I wound up here, what about you?” You knew the longer end to that story, his family was out and he thought editing would take longer but now he was stuck at home. “Same same, I’m chillin and got bored after scrolling on Tiktok for like two hours so now I’m here!” You moved on, blowing up the nether hunting for netherite scrap while talking with chat.

A familiar notification went off, “water check from, um ,GogySupremacy420,000, oh my god what a username. Alright everyone drink some water! This is good I haven’t drank water since like breakfast.” you heard Sap pipe up, “you’ve eaten since breakfast right?” you rolled your eyes, “nope I’ll eat after stream don’t worry Simpnap” tacking on the nickname earned a scoff from the simp himself. “Not a simp,” he answered, giving you a punch in the game making you hit him back. After a mini fight ending in you threatening to place a bed and effectively kill the both of you, you were back to mining.

“Hey I’ve gotta go drive and grab something want me to stay on call though?” your head whipped to discord to look for another message, knowing Sap didn’t have anywhere to be tonight. But there was nothing. “Oh I don’t mind, chat and I enjoy your company!” you said with a grin. You’d made it to enchanting now, having found all the netherite you needed.

As you sat on the spider spawner you heard Sap get in the car, the familiar beep of him unlocking his car and the revving of the engine making you laugh, “you’re car is literally so old I’m surprised it starts,” you heard Sapnap scoff, “old?! don’t you dare speak to her like that, she’s beautiful,” you rolled your eyes, Callahan who must’ve been on your stream quickly piped up in the game chat “Y/n is jealousss!” now it was your turn to be offended, “you think I’d be jealous of a bucket of rusty bolts and oil? No chance,” you laughed, checking chat as they were spamming JealousChamp. “Whatever you say ba- Y/n,” Sapnap played it off with a cough and you quickly changed the subject to how much XP you would need for all your tools.

“Hey I’ve gotta go on deafen real quick be back soon!” Sap’s voice flooded your mic, he must’ve brough the mic close to his mouth because his smooth and deep voice curled around the mic perfectly, sending shivers down your spine as his warm tone filled your headphones. “B-bye” you choked out, pretending to adjust your headset as you continued killing mobs. “So chat, got any questions to pass this alone time?” you watched the chat speed up, hoping your mods would filter out poor questions. “Favorite. color? Easy who knows? Yup! You guys know me too well. Ooh favorite fast food place? This is hard cuz I don’t wanna say something you all don’t know but I can tell you guys my McDonalds order because it’s immaculate. Do I know Sapnap’s order? This is a good test you guys, I’m pretty sure it’s like an ungodly amount of spicy McChickens and a Dr. Pepper but I swear he changes it like every day.” you laughed, reading out other people’s orders then moved to debating if the icecream machine is actually broken or if the workers are just lazy. They’re lazy, confirmed by workers in chat apparently.

“I’m back but I have to go in like five minutes, did you miss me?” Sap’s voice flooded your headphones again. As you adjusted his volume you teased, “hmm nope!” to which he began pouting making you laugh at his “baby rage”. Just as you were finishing with enchants on your axe he had to go. “Don’t miss me too much I’ll talk to you later, chat behave yourself I know you all will miss me but just leave y/n open in a muted tab,” he teased making you roll your eyes, “whatever we’re gonna have a super secret conversation after you’re gone about how we only let you on the stream out of pity right chat?” you couldn’t stop smiling and laughing through the teasing. “Okay okay, I actually gotta go, see you soon,” you bid Sapnap farewell and returned to joking with chat, turning on media share to pass some time as you reacted to animatics, hilarious compilations, and the occasional y/n x sapnap video making chat light up as you laughed through the videos.

As you watched the videos and killed cave spiders you got a text from Sapnap.

You still streaming?

Yup! Where’d you end up going? you replied.

Open your door and find out

Your breath hitched. “One- one minute chat,” you pulled your headset off and heard a small rustling in your hallway. As soon as you tabbed out of the game you stood up, rushing off camera to fling your door open and,

There he was. His smile was infectious and you couldn’t help yourself from screaming and running into his open arms. As he held you, rocking back and forth, you heard him mumbled. “I missed you” Into your ear while you clung to him. “I missed you more,” you whispered back, Finally, you released him enough to peck his lips, unable to wipe the grin from your face. “I got food cuz you said you didn’t eat and I figured if I had time I wanted to spend it with you!” your heart practically melted, taking a bag of food in one hand and holding Sapnap’s hand with your other you realized you forgot to mute or end stream.

“Um, so I’m still streaming... what do we do?” you glanced up nervously but Sapnap just started laughing, “oh my god I guess I can say hi so chat doesn’t lose it’s mind,” you swallowed nervously, glancing down at your phone you had been tagged in endless clips of you running off camera then screaming about 15 seconds later. “Yeah better give them an answer,” you giggled.

Rushing back to your setup you saw chat blowing up as you put your headset back on. “Heyyy guys! So yeah, um I guess I can just show you that, we have a special guest!” You gestured to Sapnap to come into frame, pulling up a chair as he sat down next to you. “Yeah I gave y/n a visit cuz I was bored. Hi chat, hello, hello! You guys are going really fast dang,” Sapnap gripped your hand under the table, you squeezed back, leaning into his embrace. “So um, I think Sap and I are gonna hangout, right?” you glanced at him and he nodded, he really hadn’t stopped smiling since he got to your place. “Yup! Maybe if there’s time we’ll go live again I’m not sure! Kinda spur of the moment yeah?” you finished your thought. Saying goodbye to chat you ended stream just a few minutes later.

“We’ve really gotta tell people soon, I wanna be able to hold your hand on camera not just off,” Sapnap said between bites of food. “Yeah, I think it’ll be okay right?” You had always been nervous about stans hating you or people trying to get in between your relationship. “As long as I’ve got you I’m more than fine, I’m- I don’t know I guess I’m pogchamp,” you shook your head, “god you are such a dork,” Sapnap scrunched his nose with a laugh, “I’m your dork though so I’m so special!” and you couldn’t agree more. <3

#sapnap #sapnap x reader #dream team x reader #dream team fanfic #sapnap fanfic #mcyter fanfic #dteam fanfic #sapnap cute #sapnap x you #dream x reader #georgenotfound x reader

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ogniemimieczem · 6 years

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Hello, lovely humans of the OiM fandom!

The holiday season is almost upon us, and some of us were thinking the fandom might do a Sienkiewiczmas celebration, where anybody who wants to join in could help fill the Trylogia tags with gifts of fandom content for all the good little hussars and Cossacks.

Apart from more run-of-the-mill content like fics and gifsets, other things that 100% count as valuable contributions include:

Fun historical facts

Uploads or YouTube links to songs that remind you of characters

Meta posts and character analysis

Bullet point lists of headcanons (festive or otherwise)

Favourite excerpts from the books

Photoshopped images of characters with Santa hats

“But Lú,” you say, “it’s November! Have you no shame? What is this Christmas creep?” To which I reply: “To make the magic happen, we gotta

we gotta figure out who thinks this sounds fun, since that’ll determine how we structure it, and

we also have a mighty need for prompt ideas and suggestions!”

Similarly, we need answers to burning questions such as the following:

So please head on over to the poll and let us know what you think!

#sienkiewiczmas #I'm spamming the tags so #ogniem i mieczem #with fire and sword #potop #pan wołodyjowski #jurko bohun #jan skrzetuski #andrzej kmicic #michał wołodyjowski #trylogia #Henryk Sienkiewicz #cossacks

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shemakesmeforget · 6 years

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25 fics to pick you up

Humor, crack not crack, romcom fics for @cuttlemefishwrites and y’all. I tried to make this list short, I SWEAR idk ENJOY!! Also you can check some other fic recs by moi here, here and here.

(i'm) the boy you'd die for by jenmishe

Canonverse, Rated T, 6K

v-nikiforov ✓

[Video: A short clip where Victor is laying dramatically on the couch with miserable expression. “Heartbreaker” by Marina and the Diamonds is playing.]

13,481 likes

v-nikiforov✓ Am I the another one? (((

vitYASS victor,,,, honey,,,, i lvoe you so much,,,, but WHY are you like this.

red-blue-gay but??? does that mean that somebody has broken victor’s heart???? I DON'T UNDERSTAND

christophe-gc ✓ You’re ridiculous.

starsaregay But who recorded it?? Makkachin???

vityathebabe user @starsaregay asking the real question.

--- The adventures of Yuuri "Heartbreaker" Katsuki, or: how Yuuri became known as a cold player full of himself who doesn't care about anyone. (Hint: it's an anxiety and obliviousness.)

• ADORE!!! oblivious heartbreaker Yuuri + social media fic. The best description is actually one of the tags: everyone is in love with Yuuri: the fic.

He Should Know by Lady_Ganesh

Past Yuuri/Chris, Canonverse, Rated T, 2K

A public service announcement Chris and Yuuri made for the Sochi Olympics comes to light.

• HI HI this speaks to me directly: Viktor is a dork and jealous and Yuuri is precious.... I just love this so much.

Master Plans by Qwertzu (@qwertzu824)

Canonverse ish, Rated T, 17K

Who wouldn't want to date Yuuri and/or Viktor? Nobody is immune to their charm - including random strangers, who unfortunately have no idea the two are happily married and totally smitten with each other...

• This series!!! outsider pov, identity reveal, and the last installment!!!!! I die. You'll laugh and you’ll feel sorry for these people at the same time.

The Way to Life and Love is a Curved Trajectory by crossroadswrite (@crossroadswrite)

Canonverse, Rated T, 5K

“Do you know Katsuki Yuuri?” Victor asks Chris, two minutes later, when he finally manages to convince himself to stop looking at the dip of Katsuki’s back and his powerful thighs in those tight Mizuno track pants, and the way his hands are poised in the air mid-skate, and his slicked back hair and brown eyes and flushed cheeks.

Christophe hums into the phone in a way that suggests he not only knows Katsuki Yuuri but he’s acquainted with him. Chris’ version of acquaintance is very physical and usually involves a healthy amount of groping. “Don’t you?”

“He’s Japan’s Ace,” Victor says, trying to rack his brain for more information. “His step sequence is good?”

Chris hums again. “You’re not that oblivious that you haven’t heard of Unfairly Beautiful Yuuri.”

“Who?”

(Or, the one where Victor falls - literally and then figuratively - for Yuuri. Also something about a Best Ass Poll that is way more official than it should be.)

• Alternate first meeting <3<3<3 you have it all: social media, pining and THAT ASS. I would say 12/10 would read again, but I have already, a bunch of times.

What you should know about dating a man with children by SassySalchow (diedraechin) (@diedraechin)

Canonverse, Rated G, 2K

Based off a tumblr drabble prompt and then grew too big...

"AU scenario where the skaters mistake the triplets for Yuuri's kids when they first meet him, possibly when he brings them to the skater-only area as a b-day treat, or something? (Kudos if you can work in jealous!Victor somehow, but the skaters having a fun reaction would be A+, tbh. Would be lovely if you could include Chris and/or Yurio :D )

• Ahhhhhh my quick fix for whenever I’m feeling down, this Viktor is such a dork and extra, I love him.

5 times Viktor encountered culture shock in Hasetsu + 1 time Yuuri did by forochel (@forochel)

Canonverse, Rated T, 3K

this fic ... basically does what it says on the tin.

• I adore not so smooth Viktor in an environment he can't control (or at least do some research lol), good stuff.

Five Times Chris's Dating Advice Was Ignored By Russian Skaters by liliths

Canonverse, Rated T, 3K

—and one time it wasn't.

Christophe Giacometti. Twenty-five. Cat lover, chocolate eater. Professional Swiss figure skater and confirmed Grand Prix finalist. Running an unofficial dating advice ring for Russian skaters who don't listen to him to begin with. How did his life come to this?

Chris-centric, in which he is done with literally everyone. Except the dog.

• Chris is heaven sent and deserves a medal for dealing with awkward russian skaters.

just like me they long to be by sparklespiff (@todaythesamesky)

Canonverse, Rated T, 3K

"Haven't you noticed that Yuuri gets everything he wants?"

"Everything that's in somebody else's power to give him," Mari says, before Victor can bring up last year's GPF. "He's not magic, just pretty."

"But it's like magic. My theory is that it's because he's sneaky beautiful, so you're not expecting it, and then, under all that stuff, whoa! Gorgeous. And it's too late to save yourself."

"Stuff?" Victor keeps smiling but makes his voice cold, the way he does when reporters overstep. His Yuuri doesn't have stuff. Everything about him is beautiful.

or:

Yuuri lives in a Beautiful Person Bubble. It's Victor's responsibility to make sure he never finds out.

• Again with oblivious heartbreaker Yuuri, this is ridiculously funny. Also, Mari and Phichit??? A++

The Boyfriend Paradox by japansace (@japansace)

Canonverse, Rated T, 3K

For some inexplicable reason, Yuuri speaks Russian.

Now, as everyone knows, there are only two viable reasons why anyone ever learns a foreign language:

1. For school. 2. To impress a foreign love interest.

And Victor can’t quite bring himself to believe that Yuuri would be at all studious enough to hunt down Russian classes in Detroit of all places.

(Or: Victor gets jealous of a boyfriend that doesn’t exist.)

• We all think Yuuri is dense and oblivious but like Viktor is just????? SO BLIND???? it’s adorable.

The Thirst Trap by CharmingMonsters

Canonverse, Rated M, 12K (WIP)

Victor Nikiforov reads Thirst Tweets for a Buzzfeed video; Yuuri is anonymously quoted and wants to die. Phichit makes sure everyone is properly hydrated.

• Awkward meet cute, Yuuri the fanboy, sad pre Yuuri Viktor, hilarious but the feels omg

Giacometti & Co. by Anna (arctic_grey) (@finleighsaid)

Past Viktor/Chris, Past Yuuri/Chris, Canonverse, Rated M, 7K

Against his shoulder and into the fabric of his t-shirt, Yuuri mumbled, “HaveyoueversleptwithChris?”

He choked on his breath. Oh. Uh. “Errrr…” His mind raced. “A little?”

aka the fic where both Viktor and Yuuri have slept with Chris.

• Amazing!! I owe this fic so much! like really, this is cute, fun and jealous Viktor is the cherry on top.

The Early, Awkward Years by Nomanono (@nomanono)

Viktor/Chris, Canonverse, Rated E, 6K

Victor Nikiforov wasn't always smooth and suave. His singular focus on skating created a pronounced inability to people, and Chris winds up bearing the brunt of his sexual incompetence.

• This is beyond funny, I had to stop reading 3 times to properly laugh. Inexperienced, not a playboy Viktor is the best best and Chris tries so hard, poor thing.

it's like you're photoshopped by Metis_Ink

Actors AU, Rated T, 10K

Not-So-Local Ex-Dancer Upsets Coworkers by Failing to Communicate with Celebrity Castmate, details at eleven.

//Yuuri just wants to retire already.

• The actual movie is amazing? the author literally wrote an entire musical for this fic, mad respect. And at some point I cried, legit tears, because I was laughing so hard.

Pinning and Pining by Multiple_Universes (@witharthurkirkland)

Porn actors AU, Rated E, 51K

Victor starts his career as a porn star, working for a studio that has a somewhat… artistic approach to the whole genre. But that’s not the problem. The problem is: he can’t find a way to ask his hot co-star to be his boyfriend.

An AU where Victor and Yuuri are both porn stars who, despite all the hot sex filmed for a ton of movies, still end up in a situation where Yuuri is oblivious and Victor is pining away.

• The porn movies are so cheesy and bad but like artistic so you just laugh and laugh. Viktor is such a softie and there’s so much unresolved romantic tension, a big fave.

though the stars walk backward by alykapedia (@alykapediaaa)

Space AU, Rated T, 8K

“Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.” - E.E. Cummings

Yuuri's only ever wanted to send a message out into the great vastness of space, maybe witness First Contact during his lifetime. He gets his wish. And then some.

• Alien viktor!!! an intergalactic booty call!!! fantastic!

Much Ado About Something by eternalsunshine13, Skowronek (@eternalsunshine13, @kaja-skowronek)

Space AU, Rated T, 33K

By day, Victor Nikiforov is the head of European operations for LearX, a company on the forefront of private space travel. By night, he is makka-baby on Tumblr, a prominent figure in the small but passionate poodle fandom.

By day, Yuuri Katsuki runs F.O.O.L., a subsidiary of Katsuki Enterprises, whose stated goal is to bring LearX down one lawsuit after another. By night, he’s oodlesofpoodles, an active member of the poodle fandom and possibly makka-baby’s biggest fan.

By day, they duke it out in court. By night, they become friends—and maybe something more—as they fall for each other one Tumblr message at a time.

Or: a romantic comedy starring two idiots in love, the Katsuki family, the mothers Nikiforov, the husbands Chulanont-Giacometti, two doggos, six hamsters, one Yurio, and many, many schemes to get our favorite lovebirds together.

• Do they really hate each other?? are they falling in love?? is the tumblr app gonna crash all the damn time? I won't tell, you gotta read this.

The Vastness of Space by shysweetthing (@shysweetthing)

Space AU, Rated E, 16K

As chief communications officer on board the Interstellar Alliance Fleet’s Star Ship Victory, Yuuri doesn’t have to think about who he actually is on his home planet. He just has to listen to his captain, do his job, and…not fall in love with his best friend, the ship’s science officer, Victor Nikiforov.

Well. Two out of three’s not bad.

Then his mother calls with the worst possible news: She, the Empress of New Nihon, has arranged Yuuri’s marriage. There’s only one thing Yuuri can do: Fake a boyfriend, and fake one fast. Who better/worse to play that role than the friend he wishes was more? What can go wrong? It’s not like Yuuri can fall more in love...

• Mutual pining, fake dating and arranged marriage AND SPACE UGHHH all my weak spots. So sweet and good and the writing is on point, i cry.

The Unknown Unknown by opalish

Superpowers AU, Rated T, 7K

Yuuri never meant to become a supervillain. These things just happen to him.

• One of the funniest fics I’ve ever read, the author has the best comic timing and this fic is beyond me like I practically laughed the whole time.

Dr. Shiny and the Case of the Beautiful Man by ShatteredPrism (@etherealalchemist)

Doctors AU, not rated, 6K

There are about five things that Victor, in this very moment, is absolutely sure of.

1. The spawns of satan are here 2. they are not accompanied by their angel of a mother 3. they are with the most beautiful man he's ever seen 4. his scrubs are wet from where he'd dropped water on himself 5. and Victor is very, very gay.

Emphasis on point five, with a side of cupid's arrow and "ba-dum ba-dum" on a plate.

Because he is Very Gay, and not only is he Very Gay but he is also Hopelessly Attracted to a man who is undoubtedly Very Straight and very Unavailable and is perhaps the Most Beautiful Man Victor has ever seen.

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in which Victor is a doctor, Yuuri is a godfather, and Yuri just wants some peace and quiet and a larger stash of lollipops.

• So pure and fun and Viktor is so so so extra.

pass that dutch by kiaronna (@kiaronna)

High School/Mean Girls AU, Rated T, 5K

Maybe Viktor shouldn't have watched Mean Girls before he started his first day of high school in the United States, but he can't help it if he is suddenly inducted into his high school's very fashionable, Instagram-obsessed royalty. He can't help falling in love with the cute soccer player in his literature class, either. Even if he's supposed to be off limits.

• This captures the feel of the movie just right and Viktor is a mess, it’s just so cute.

esnake artist by sizhu (@sizhu)

Neighbors AU, Rated T, 1K

Yuuri meets the disarmingly attractive neighbor from upstairs, courtesy of Phichit forgetting to feed their scale baby.

Snakes like to go on adventures, too.

• Sassy Yuuri defending his reptile baby, a blessing.

all the types of dating by igneousbitch (@makkachinning)

Geology AU, Rated E, 8K

The only type of dating geologists are good at is radioactive carbon-dating. The rest goes completely over their heads.

(Viktor and Yuuri are geology professors leading a field course in Western Australia. Chaos ensues.)

Alfred shifts awkwardly. Looks at Viktor and Yuuri, and asks, “So, uh. Are you guys dating?”

Yuuri greatly misunderstands, and Viktor panics.

Of course we are, Yuuri says. Rather critically, he thinks to himself: why else would he be here, in the scorching, godforsaken heat, surrounded by a hundred kilos of rock, if not for the purpose of radiometric dating?

• I have no idea about geology and I still enjoyed this AU a lot, they’re pining so hard and ugh friends to lovers, my kryptonite.

Unconventional by so_shhy

Fandom AU, Rated M, 4K

After freezing up in front of his idol at a comic con panel, Yuuri decides that he needs an awful lot of alcohol to get over the embarrassment. It is a decision he will regret.

The fandom AU I can’t believe I wrote, featuring movie star!Victor Nikiforov and fanfic author!Yuuri Katsuki.

• So much second hand embarrassment but in a fun way, just brilliant.

If you can't take the heat... by mtothedestiel (@summersteve)

Reality show/Chef AU, not rated, 81K (WIP)

Stay tuned, coming up next it's Top Chef: International! Join thirteen chefs from around the globe as they battle it out for glory and prizes in the one and only New York City (and share all their innermost thoughts along the way!) Who will emerge victorious, and who will burn out?? Heartwarming triumphs, devastating eliminations, and even ~forbidden romance~ are all coming your way on this showstopping season of Top Chef!

• The script format threw me off for some time until I decided to read it and omg?? what a fool I’ve been for so long!!! this is incredible and well researched and makes me hungry all the damn time.

Coming Home Again by carafin (@carafinn)

Roommates AU, Rated T, 10K

Yuuri, given to periodic bouts of paranoia, would often wonder if Viktor is, in fact, a Russian drug lord on the loose, seeking refuge in a nondescript town in America. This would explain a manner of things: his evasiveness whenever probed about his job; the way he’d unpredictably throw out incisive, thoughtful commentary about the morning news over breakfast; his expensive tastes in shirts, watches, and wallets alike; why he’d want to stay here with Yuuri, of all places, when the contents his wardrobe alone could probably afford him a year-long stay at any condominium of his choice in the trendiest part of town.

And then he goes on to discover that Viktor actually has a premium account on club penguin, and that his five penguins are named Peanut Wigglebutt, Luke skyhopper, Zing Zing, Otto Von Longdong, and Mooshoo Vegetable, and beats the idea to death in his head.

• High quality hyper realistic amazing Yuuri the medical student being a mess, Viktor being a mystery but still a dork. Cute romance!!

#yuri on ice #fic rec #yoi fic rec #it's incredibly difficult to not rec z her own stuff #chel fic recs

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A Prelude to Chaos Control - Chapter 11: Dreams Come True

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Anonymous User Review Response (from FanFiction.net):

Guest: I agree the original anime was lacking in the Sonic and Tails brotherly department, and with a reimagining, I would “step it up”, so to speak, and place a substantial emphasis on their brotherly relationship, especially under the backdrop of an entirely new world. No humans will stand in the way of their precious bonding time! ;D

In speaking of which, updates on the profile poll I created a few weeks ago are at the end of the chapter!

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Chapter 11: Dreams Come True

“Sonic…Tails…anyone…please help us.” Cream let go of the rusted bars of her cage and covered her face with her hands, tears dripping through her fingers as her knees collapsed to the cold, metallic floor below.

“Chao, chao…” Cheese was crying as well, his stubby hands covering his eyes as tears soaked his red bowtie.

“That monster…” Tails walked toward the yellow television in the grass, dropping to one knee to get a better view of the imprisoned bunny and her pet chao through the flickering display. His eyes began to moisten.

…Am I to blame? If I hadn’t lost the emeralds, Eggman wouldn’t have kidnapped her.

“No…” The orange kitsune shook his head, trying to get these intrusive thoughts out of his subconscious before tilting his head toward the grass below, closing his eyes.

Eggman is to blame. Not me or anyone else.

Tails sighed to himself before turning his gaze to his friends. Amy was about to pounce.

“All right, you robot!” The pink hedgehog grabbed Bokkun by his yellow M-shaped belt buckle, raising him so he could meet her angry gaze. “What’s Eggman planning to do with Cream, huh?”

“Wait, wait, wait, I didn’t do anything! Promise!” The small robot began to sweat profusely as he threw his arms and legs around. “Help me! Get this crazy girl away from me!”

“What did you call me?” Flames grew in Amy’s pupils as she grabbed hold of either side of his waist and shook him back and forth.

“Aaaaaaah!” Bokkun’s head bobbled as he screamed for mercy.

“Amy…” Sonic placed an arm on the pink hedgehog’s shoulder. She stopped and looked at his gloved hand, his head gently shaking as if to tell her that no amount of torment she could inflict on the henchman would do any good for Cream and Cheese.

“Hmph…fine.” She dropped Bokkun before dusting her hands off. The messenger robot landed on the grass below, swirls appearing over his beady eyes as his dizzy head spun around.

“Ehem!”

The party’s eyes returned to the television which now displayed the slightly fuzzy image of Dr. Eggman straightening his jacket and inspecting his long orange mustache with a handheld mirror. Throwing the mirror to the side, the doctor cleared his throat once more and turned his face to the camcorder.

“Greetings, my favorite adversaries!” His evil smile grew as he turned to the side, allowing the party to see Cream and Cheese once more. “As I’m sure even you lot have figured out, your little bunny friend is now under my care.”

“Ooooo, that Eggman…” Amy pulled her Piko Piko hammer from her hammerspace, gripping its handle with both hands as she slowly walked to the television.

“Wait!” Tails obstructed her path, stretching his arms in either direction. “Let’s hear what he has to say first.” The young kitsune turned around to listen as the evil doctor continue his speech. The pink hedgehog watched over his shoulder.

“I will give you the satisfaction of knowing just how much trouble this innocent-looking rabbit put me through.” He raised a clenched fist for the audience to see. “She destroyed several of my prized babies, annihilating my Egg Pawns as if they were nothing! Even her mother tagged in for a bit, but alas,” Robotnik swept his arm in the direction of his prisoners, “their efforts were in vain, and not only do I have Cream and her annoying blue pest in my custody, but,” he reached a gloved hand into his jacket pocket, pulling out a gray gem from within, “I acquired another Chaos Emerald as well. Wooahhooohoohooo!” The doctor’s laughter bellowed out of the weak speakers of the television, distorted audio echoing into the audience’s ears.

“By my calculations,” Eggman continued, raising his fingers to the camera, “I now have three in my collection, and you have one, so three more are still out there, waiting to be found.” The doctor turned to face his robot henchmen watching from the side. “Decoe! Bocoe! Wheel Cream closer, will ya?”

“Aye aye!” the two said in unison as they entered the shot in order to position the captives directly next to the evil madman.

“Bokkun! Get a good shot of this and be sure to edit this out!”

“Y…yes sir,” the messenger robot said in a weak, half-hearted voice, tilting the camcorder downward to get a better shot of Cream, who shielded her eyes from the studio lights with her hands while the chao cried against her orange dress.

“All right Bokkun, be sure to cut right…here!” The doctor’s demeanor changed as he addressed the audience once more, now completely out of the camera eye. “If you’d like to free your precious little friend here, you must trade me all of the remaining Chaos Emeralds, including those still missing.” He laughed once more as the little bunny removed her hands from her face and pressed them against her ear flaps, rolling into a fetal position in the center of her cage. Cheese rubbed his master’s arm with a stubby hand, but it seemed to have no effect. Nevertheless, he persisted as the evil doctor continued laughing maniacally.

“Okay Bokkun, now turn the camera back to me.” He did as instructed, zooming out from the trapped rabbit and spinning the camcorder in Robotnik’s direction. “Now cut back in riiiiiiight, now.”

Putting on another menacing smile while stroking his orange mustache, he continued his rehearsed ransom speech. “But you know what? I’m feeling a bit generous. I’ll give you five…no…seven days to collect the remaining gems.” He raised seven fingers toward his face for the viewers to see. “If you don’t bring me the Chaos Emeralds by then, I will hold Cream indefinitely. Maybe I’ll even put her to work with the janitorial night crew. Wooahhooohoohooo!”

“Eggman is gonna pay…” Sonic balled his hands as his arms began to shake, gritting his teeth.

“Well, I’m off to bask in my victory. Hope the news wasn’t too...explosive.” Eggman snickered as his image disappeared from the television, replaced with a large red number 5, slowly counting downward, accompanied by high-pitched beeps.

“Everyone, dive for cover!” Tails yelled, waving his arms away from the TV. The gang scattered, running as far away as possible with what little time they had. As Tails was the closest, he didn’t have time to duck behind something, so he dove forward, covering his head with his hands as he clenched his teeth and closed his eyes.

BOOM!

A small explosion erupted from within the CRTV, bits of components shooting in all directions as the charred remains produced smoke which slowly dissipated into the sky above.

“Everyone okay?” Sonic asked, stepping out from behind a stack of logs. Attached to him was Amy, whose first instinct in this situation was to dive toward her blue boyfriend and continue holding on well after the danger passed.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Tails twisted his head, inspecting as much of his back as he could. He couldn’t see or feel any shrapnel, so he rolled over, thoroughly inspecting his arms, legs, and torso. The only thing out of place were the grass stains covering his knees and belly.

Pulling himself up, he watched as Knuckles emerged from behind a makeshift log seat. Rouge, who took to the skies as her flee tactic, returned to the ground below. All of them gathered near the charred grass, none appearing worse for wear.

“Are you kidding me?” Knuckles shook his tightened fists. “It’ll take me hours to clean up this mess!”

“Really?” Amy asked, turning in the red echidna’s direction. “Are you really only concerned about your yard at a time like this?

“I’ll have you know this is sacred ground…” Knuckles looked embarrassed, glancing toward his other friends for support. Receiving only stone-faced stares complete with furrowed brows and disappointed frowns, he turned to Amy as he shrugged his shoulders. “Okay, I guess it is trivial, all things considered.” He grimaced as he turned his attention back to the television wreckage before them, a scowl on his face.

“What do we do now?” Amy asked, turning back to the full party.

Looking up into the sky, Sonic clenched his fists once more.

“We’ve gotta save Cream and Cheese! We know where Eggman’s hiding out, so we could just rush on in and save ‘em.” Sonic’s gaze turned back to Amy and Knuckles as Tails stood to his side. “Pretty simple, huh? We can have Cream back to her mom before dinnertime.”

“I agree,” Knuckles replied, raising a determined fist. “What’s a few Badniks guarding his fortress gonna do to stop us?”

“You said it, Knux.” Sonic raised a clenched hand to the red echidna for a fist bump, which he enthusiastically returned.

“I wish it were that simple,” Tails interjected, watching as the party’s gaze turned to him. “Remember Rouge’s story? She is the expert on infiltration, and not only was she caught, she almost died escaping his fortress.”

“He’s right, as much as I hate to admit it.” Rouge shrugged her shoulders. “Eggman’s base is armed to the teeth with Egg Pawns and large mechs.”

“And that was before Rouge’s narrow escape,” Tails added, rubbing a gloved finger against his chin. “We have to assume Eggman is beefing up his defenses, or even using his new Chaos Emerald to add an extra layer of security.”

“Well? We can’t just do nothing!” Knuckles exclaimed, crushing a component from the destroyed television under his worn shoe.

“What if Eggman has us cornered this time?” The group looked at Amy, who was leaning against her Piko Piko Hammer, her face downcast as her eyes stared at the grass below, drained of their previous fire. “Cream and Cheese are our number one priority, so maybe we could just hand over the emeralds and deal with the fallout later?”

“What!” Knuckles’ face turned red as anger built up inside him. “Are you suggesting we simply give him the Chaos Emeralds? Think of the destruction he’d cause!”

“Knuckles is right.” Tails walked over to the pink hedgehog as a small tear fell from her eye. He placed a gloved hand on her shoulder as a warm, reassuring smile appeared on his face. “But we can think of something…right Sonic?” The orange fox turned to face his older brother, whose arms were folded and eyes closed.

“Well, we always do, so why is this any different?” Sonic cracked a smile as he delivered his signature thumbs up, which Tails returned in kind. Knuckles’ anger ebbed while Amy’s lips formed a small smile of her own, allowing her hammer to fall to the ground as she dried her tears with her index finger.

“Hey, do you guys hear that?” Knuckles turned back to the smoldering bonfire, the pot of water no longer boiling. They watched as Bokkun frantically consumed multiple, half-eaten bowls of oatmeal scattered around the bonfire. Transfixed at his ferocious speed, the party simply watched.

“Boy, he really must be malnourished, huh?” Sonic asked, turning to his young brother.

“I guess,” Tails replied, “but why would Eggman develop a robot dependent on organic matter to sustain itself?”

“Beats me.” Sonic shrugged his shoulders as he closed his eyes.

Amy wasn’t interested in such banter, however; she approached the messenger robot, who had since sat against the base of a log chair, stretching his legs out against the grass while resting his hands against his protruding belly.

“And just what do you think you’re doing?” She peered down at Bokkun with a long frown.

“What?” Bokkun gave the pink hedgehog a confused look while tilting his head. “I delivered my message, so I had oatmeal. Wasn’t that the deal?”

Amy sighed.

“Well, at least he took care of the leftovers.” She grimaced as Bokkun let out a long belch, a satisfied grin appearing on his face as he rubbed his belly once more.

As everyone else laughed at Bokkun’s lack of manners, Tails raced through several different strategies for infiltrating Eggman’s base as his eyes explored the grass below his feet.

Hmmm...well, a direct assault would be too impractical and dangerous. We could try sneaking in, but this poses its own risks, especially as a group, and we don’t know what traps Eggman may be hiding.

A lightbulb went off in his head, and his eyes lit up as he raised a finger upward.

“Hey guys! I think I have an idea.”

“You do? That’s great!” Sonic gave his young brother a warm smile. “So, let’s hear it!”

“Well,” Tails began, “what if we bring all the emeralds to the fortress, get Cream back, and escape with the emeralds before he can get his hands on them?”

“Sounds complicated,” Knuckles replied, folding his arms together as he closed his eyes in thought, “not to mention risky. We’d have all seven emeralds within arms reach of Eggman and his energy doohickey.”

“I didn’t say it wouldn’t be risky,” Tails continued, gesturing with one hand, “but I could probably disable some of Eggman’s traps and mechs from the outside before we even enter the compound. This would at least keep Cream and Cheese safe.”

“I like the way you think, little guy!” Sonic said, ruffling the orange kitsune’s hair.

“Heh, it was nothin’.” Tails waved a hand outward, a small blush appearing over his muzzle.

“There is just one small problem with this plan,” Knuckles said as the brothers turned to face him. “We only have one emerald, and we need three more for Eggman to let us in.”

“True…” Sonic placed a finger against his chin.

“Well, let’s worry about that later.” Tails faced his older brother. “In the meantime, why don’t you fly Amy over to Vanilla’s? I’m sure she could use the emotional support.”

“Right on!” Sonic gave the young fox a thumbs up before turning to the pink hedgehog. “What d’ya say we mosey on out of here?”

“Right.” Amy jumped toward the blue hedgehog, who was ready to catch her in his arms before speeding off toward the Tornado 2.

“Hey Sonic,” Tails yelled, causing his older brother to screech to a halt. “Don’t forget these.” Tails withdrew his keys from his utility belt and threw them toward the blue hedgehog. Amy caught them in her hands before the two took off once more.

“And Rouge,” Tails continued, watching as she inspected her gloved fingers with her legs folded, sitting on a makeshift log chair. “Can we trust you to join us?”

“Me?” she coyly asked, pointing at herself with both hands. “Well, I usually don’t like taking orders, but I’ll make an exception for you, fox boy.” Winking to the lightly-blushing orange kitsune, Rouge stood up from her chair, wiping small bits of bark from her latex pants. “Just keep me posted.” She pointed to the watch she wore on her wrist, different from the ones Tails made for his immediate friends but still communicable with his signature model.

“Of course!” Tails gave the bat a warm smile as she walked toward the edge of the floating island, looking into the azure waters below.

“Be seeing you later. This girl needs a spa treatment.” Giving a two-fingered wave from behind her head, the jewel thief jumped off the edge, allowing herself to fall several yards before gliding upward and steadying her flight, making her way back to the mainland in the distance.

“What will you be doing, Knuckles?” Tails asked, his attention now set on the red echidna standing nearby.

“For now? Cleaning…lots of cleaning.” He walked back to the bomb remnants several yards from the bonfire, shaking his head. “Eggman will rue the day he decided to sully my island…” The red echidna’s grumbles trailed off as he made his way back to his cabin to fetch a garbage bag.

“And now that just leaves me.” Tails stood at the edge of the island, gazing into the blue skyscape, the afternoon sun reflecting over the ocean waters below.

“What can I do to be useful?” Standing in thought for a few moments, he turned his head back to view the Master Emerald shrine in the distance.

“…Open your heart, huh?” He nodded to himself, a sense of resolve forming in his eyes. “Well, guess it can’t hurt.” He slowly made his way through the well-kept grass as he grew closer to the Master Emerald.

Only the sound of rustling wind and ocean waves could be heard at the abandoned campfire, save for the rhythmic snoring of a certain messenger robot, whose catnap ended abruptly as his snot bubble popped. Rubbing his eyes, he looked around to find the site deserted. Bokkun lifted himself up and flew around the perimeter of the bonfire with his jetpack before setting his feet back down in the grass.

“They left me all alone? Why would they do that? I thought we were friends…” Tears began to form in his beady eyes as he sat back down, his downcast face looking into the smoke coming from the extinguished fire in front of him.

“Cream…I hope you’ll be okay…”

“Cream?” came a voice from behind. Knuckles returned from the cabin, a garbage bag in tow. “Why are you concerned about her? I thought you were on Eggman’s side.” The messenger robot quickly jumped backward.

“No, no, no…this isn’t what it looks like!” He waved his hands forward, making himself look all the more guilty.

“What? Are you defecting or something?” Knuckles eyed the robot suspiciously, wind blowing into the opening of the garbage bag, inflating it as it flew like a flag in the red echidna’s hand.

“No! I would never betray Dr. Eggman!” Bokkun shook his head, sweat starting to form along his brow.

“…You robots don’t make any sense.” Knuckles scoffed as he turned to the charred grass. “If you’re not gonna help clean your mess, I suggest you leave immediately.”

“…Right.” Bokkun took flight, making his way upward before flying across the shrine.

The fox looked up as he saw the dark speck above leave the island before sitting down in front of the Master Emerald, cross-legged with his back up straight. He allowed his namesakes to flutter as he studied the mystical gem glistening in the afternoon sun while racking his brain.

Blinking a few times, the orange kitsune rubbed his temple with his gloved fingers.

“Think Tails, think…” After a few more minutes of deep thought, he came up with an idea. “Well…it’s certainly better than nothing.”

The young fox got on his knees and bent his back, bowing to the Master Emerald with hands pressed against each other.

“Oh Master Emerald…ummm…hear…my prayer?”

While he knew nobody was watching, Tails felt his body shake in embarrassment, his namesakes resting against the stone surface behind him as his muzzle grew warm.

“I worship thee divine gem…and all of its…ummm…wonderous…ness…and the power that it…bestows…upon us.”

Yep. Totally losing my mind here.

The fox winced as he looked up at the green emerald, towering over his small figure as he pondered someway to continue his extemporaneous prayer.

“I pledge my…fealty…to you, almighty Master Emerald!”

Tails unclasped his hands and raised his body upwards, slowing swaying his arms toward the sky before allowing them to sway downward. He repeated this several times, as if slowly fanning the mystical gemstone.

“You know that’s not gonna work, right?” The orange kitsune’s hands were upright when he was startled from behind, toppling over backward with arms outstretched. The fox looked up to see Knuckles peering down from above. Tails’ face turned a bright shade of red before managing a few nervous chuckles, his hand rubbing a triangular ear as he cracked a small smile.

“Here.” The red echidna reached his hand down to the fallen fox, who twisted himself around, grabbed hold of his spiked glove, and allowed himself to be pulled back up to his feet.

“Thanks, Knuckles.” Tails brushed bits of gravel from his legs as he fluttered his namesakes.

“At least you get an ‘A’ for effort.” Knuckles cracked a smile. “Come.” The young kitsune watched as the guardian stepped around him, planting his feet in front of the Master Emerald before setting himself down, crossing his legs and holding his back upright. Knuckles patted the stone surface next to him, beckoning the orange fox to join him.

“Oh…okay.” Unsure of Knuckles’ plan, he shrugged his shoulders before taking a seat next to the red echidna.

“When I said to place your faith in the Master Emerald, I didn’t mean to literally pray to it.” Knuckles looked over at the young kitsune, who placed a hand behind his head.

“Yeah, sorry ‘bout that. I probably looked really dumb, huh?”

“Well…just a little.” The red echidna raised a hand forward, forming a small gap between his thumb and the rest of his gloved fingers as if to emphasize his level of dumbness. “Now, I want you to repeat after me.”

“Right.” Tails looked on with determination in his eyes, studying Knuckles as he hoped to emulate him down to a tee.

Knuckles closed his eyes as he drew in a big breath, holding it for several seconds before slowly exhaling. Tails did the same, his face pointing downward as he closed his eyes, filling his lungs with fresh air, keeping his breath held for a few moments before letting a warm flow of air leave his nostrils.

Knuckles repeated this ritual, so Tails did the same. After several rounds of deep breathing, the red echidna looked back at the orange fox.

“How do you feel?”

Tails raised a gloved finger to his chin, looking up at the baby blue sky above.

“Well…I feel fine, actually. No anxiety, no pressure…it’s as if all my worries have been…extinguished.”

“Heh…that’s the idea. Meditative breathing helps ease the soul and calm the mind. You should try it more often.”

“Me specifically, or people in general?”

“…Yes.” The two friends shared a laugh.

“The next step,” Knuckles continued, “is to bare your soul to the Master Emerald.”

“Huh?” Tails looked at him, his head slightly tilted and his brow scrunched.

“Well…” Knuckles rubbed his chin with a gloved hand. “It’s kinda hard to explain. Haven’t really taught anyone before.” The red echidna cleared his throat. “Okay…think of it like this.” His eyes met the young fox’s curious stare. “Imagine you’re in a room with nobody but your closest friend.”

“Right.” Tails closed his eyes once more, placing his hands in his lap as he imaged a blank room with a single couch. He conjured up an image of Sonic sitting alongside him. “Okay, got it. What’s next?”

“Now imagine telling this friend a secret, one so personal you’d only share it with them.”

Well that should be easy. Sonic knows me like an open book. I can’t keep anything from him…well…I guess everyone has their secrets, right?

“A deep fear works, too,” Knuckles added.

Tails wiped his brow, sighing in relief.

Okay…easier.

In his mind’s eye, he imagined venting to his older brother, lifting the weight of the world from his shoulders and sharing this burden with him. Sonic didn’t mind, however, simply looking back at him as he allowed the young kitsune to unload all his past failures and insecurities, the bullying he experienced prior to meeting Sonic, growing up orphaned, and the complete and utter loneliness he felt for a significant portion of his life. He imagined the blue hedgehog wiping the tears from his puffy eyes before embracing him, providing reassurances which helped him feel better about himself.

“Okay,” Tails said, flicking away a small teardrop with a gloved finger. “What now?” Knuckles looked forward, staring at the glistening gem before them.

“Imagine your friend has been replaced with the Master Emerald.”

“…huh?” It usually took a lot to confuse the prodigious kitsune, but he was dumbfounded beyond all measure.

“I know it sounds silly, but try it. Trust me…and the Master Emerald. Treat it like a friend. Form a bond with it. Only then will it help guide you forward.”

“Okay, I’ll give it a try.” Tails sighed once more as he erased Sonic and the imaginative room from his mind, replacing them with the stone shrine he currently occupied. He stepped toward the mystical gem in his head, placing both of his palms against its shimmering surface as he closed his eyes, allowing himself to repeat what he had mentally spoken to Sonic moments before.

Opening his eyes in the real world, the orange fox discovered that he was no longer sitting cross-legged on the stone floor but, rather, standing before the Master Emerald, his hands pressed against its shiny surface as they were in his imagination.

Tails wasn’t startled, though; for reasons unexplained, it felt destined…natural…as if it were meant to be.

“I’m sorry…” Tails closed his eyes once more, a tear rolling down either side of his face. “I know I don’t deserve this…but I…no…we need your help.” The young fox stepped as close as he could to the oversized gemstone, wrapping his arms around it while tears dripped through his muzzle, landing against and trickling down the Master Emerald’s smooth surface.

“We’ve relied on the Chaos Emeralds countless times in our fight against Dr. Eggman, but now he’s on the precipice of winning. Without your help, we won’t have enough time to find them all again.”

“So please…” Tails dropped to his knees as he rested his forehead against the surface of the gem. “…please help us.”

Knuckles watched from several steps away as Tails broke down against the Master Emerald, his shoulders moving up and down with the rhythm of his crying, his arms dangling from his sides as he kept himself propped up with his forehead pressed against the mystical gemstone.

“Tails…are you gonna b—” The red echidna froze as he watched Tails fall over. The young kitsune gripped his forehead with both hands as he groaned in a sudden bout of pain before rolling into a fetal position.

“Tails!” Knuckles rushed over to the orange fox, who instinctively wrapped himself within his namesakes, not responding to the red echidna’s calls. Gently pulling a tail outward, he witnessed as the fox lay on the ground unconscious, his muzzle damp with tears.

Knuckles placed a gloved hand against the fox’s neck. “Good…he still has a pulse.” Collecting himself, he scooped him up into his arms, cradling the orange kitsune like a baby. “Let’s get you inside.” The red echidna slowly made his way down the stairs, not noticing the green glow emanating from the Master Emerald as he walked back to his cabin.

*****

Tails slowly opened his eyes. He looked down at his body, sprawled along the hard, white surface below him.

“Ah geez, this place again?”

Standing up, the orange kitsune looked around to find nothing. Peering down at his utility belt, he was already one step ahead of his own chaos-induced dream, pulling out the cracked emerald detector and turning it on. When he pressed the button on top of the circular screen, though, nothing happened.

“That’s strange.” He pressed the button again. And again. A few more times. He shook it near his ear to see if a screw was loose before trying once more.

“Nothing.” The young fox sighed to himself as he widened his belt pocket with his free hand. Before he could slip the device back in, however, it crumbled in his hand, components and bits of plastic falling to the floor below.

“Ummm…that was weird.” He scratched the hair on his chin before advancing onward, leaving the debris behind.

“Okay…so with no detector…where am I supposed to go?” As if answering his call, the fox noticed a brown speck in the distance. Walking toward it, he was surprised and a bit amused by what he found.

“Really? I don’t even think they’re trying anymore.” The orange kitsune sat on the reclining chair, pulling the footrest up. A large plastic bowl materialized in his lap as the fragrant smell of mint pierced his nostrils. He reached a gloved hand within and grabbed a small, black Mobian Scout™ mint chocolate chip cookie between his fingers. Shrugging his shoulders, he threw the morsel into his mouth, a satisfying grin forming on his face as his lips were coated in black cookie dust.

“Who’d have thought cookies would taste so good in dreamland?”

Taking a few more bites, the fox looked around as the whiteness gave way to black. Tails was along for the ride, though, and wasn’t particularly afraid, his hand wrist-deep in the seemingly bottomless bowl of morsels at his disposal. Finally, an image appeared before him, like a holographic projection with no apparent source. It displayed flickering black and white dots, as if it were a television void of its analogue signal, before finally showing a discernable video.

A piece of cookie fell from Tails’ mouth as his jaw dropped. He watched as he witnessed himself getting captured by Dr. Eggman’s large mech, its mechanical hand wrapped all around the defenseless kitsune.

“Help me, Sonic!” The orange kitsune on-screen reached his arm upward, grasping at the air with his exposed hand as the rest of his body was held captive by Robotnik’s menacing creation.

“Tails!” Sonic was several yards away, panting with his hands against his knees as he looked up at the machine before him. He clenched his fists as he stepped forward.

“Ah ah ahh!” Eggman bellowed from a speaker on the outside of the mech. He sat comfortably in the mech’s control center located in its head. “One more move and the little fox gets it!”

“Damn you, Eggman…” Sonic said under his breath, his eyes locked on the metallic hand keeping his brother trapped in place.

“Wooahhooohoohooo! It looks like you’re in quite the pickle, Sonic! But I’m willing to make an offer…even with the likes of you.” Sonic glared up at the glass oval housing the mad scientist.

“Me, make a deal with you? Fat chance.” Sonic pulled the skin under his eye down with his middle finger while sticking his tongue out at Eggman, blowing a raspberry in the process.

“So that’s the game you want to play, huh? All right then…don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Robotnik snickered as he pulled a lever on his control panel.

“Ahhhhh! S…Sonic, h…help meeeee!” Tails’ screaming was muffled by the mech’s tightening grip.

“Oh no, Tails, buddy. Hold on!” Sonic gritted his teeth with rage as he watched the horror before him.

“Okay, Egghead. Release Tails, and I’ll do what you want.”

“Nah ah ahhh. Do you really think I’m that foolish? I want you to hand over the Chaos Emeralds first. With all seven in-hand, I could care less what happens to your ‘little brother’.”

Sonic grimaced as the evil doctor continued his laughter. Looking back at the metallic claw above, he noticed its grip slowly getting tighter, Tails’ voice no longer audible to the blue hedgehog below.

Present-day Tails felt as if he was about to vomit, tears rolling down his face as he placed a gloved hand against his belly.

Why would the Master Emerald show me this? What’s it trying to prove?

“Ohhh…” The fox gripped the fur on his belly as his eyes remained glued to the holographic projection, too transfixed to look away from this horrible memory.

“Well, Sonic,” Eggman maneuvered the mech’s free hand downward, resting on the ground next to the blue hedgehog as it bent its knees. “What do you say? All seven gems for Tails’ life? Seems like a fair offer if you ask me.”

Sonic stared at the ground as he considered his options. Finally, he looked up at the evil doctor, a sly smile on his face.

“Okay, Egghead. I’ll give ya want you want.”

“No, Sonic! Don’t do it!” The blue hedgehog could hardly hear the pleas of his young brother. For the first and last time in his life, Sonic chose to ignore him, instead reaching for a backpack sitting in the corner of the makeshift battle arena, an abandoned cityscape decimated by the evil mastermind, with a turquoise metal surface below him and an orange, sunsetting sky above. He unzipped the sack and poured its contents out into the palm of the mech’s free hand.

“Haha, glorious! I didn’t think you’d be so reasonable, but I guess even dimwitted rodents such as yourself can show intelligence every now and again.” He snickered at he slowly retracted the hand closer to the head of the mech, hoping to deposit them directly into the central console of the large robot.

“Not so fast, Eggman!” Sonic jumped forward, landing next to the mystical gems as the mechanical hand continued making its way back to Robotnik.

“What? What are you doing!” Eggman yelled, reaching for a lever to jiggle the blue hedgehog off of his creation.

“What am I doin’? Savin’ my little brother, of course!” Sonic breathed deeply as he closed his eyes, planting his feet firmly against the unstable, metallic hand below him as the Chaos Emeralds began to float and spin around him.

“No! I can’t believe this!” Eggman was yanking at either side of his long mustache as he watched Sonic undergo his signature transformation.

Raising his arms forward, and balling his hands into tight fists, Sonic let out a loud shout as the emeralds rapidly spun around him, eventually disappearing from view as the hedgehog’s azure blue coat was overtaken by a glowing shade of yellow. His eyes were red and his quills stood on-end as he glowered at the evil doctor, who still hadn’t managed to stop the mechanical hand from making its ascent closer to him.

“I think it’s time we put this bad boy outta commission.” Sonic smirked as he hurtled through the mech in several directions, slashing through its thick metal as the machine gradually began falling apart. Cutting the wrist which still gripped the young fox, Sonic teleported the metallic hand away from the fight, landing several yards away as the claw’s grip loosened. Tails’ body rolled from its palm and gently landed into Sonic’s arms, the golden hedgehog holding him like a parent caressing their newborn child.

“…S..Sonic…” This was all the young kitsune could say before he closed his eyes, falling out of consciousness. Super Sonic set him down on the ground, wrapping his namesakes around him for good measure before turning around and teleporting back to the fight, slashing the mech a bit more before the central command pod was all that remained.

Eggman’s wits returned as he pressed several buttons on his dashboard. The disguised Egg Mobile previously locked in place within the giant mech lifted itself out of the dilapidated, fiery mess and hovered above the ground. He soared up, attempting to flee the losing battle.

“Oh, I don’t think so.” Sonic teleported in front of Eggman’s path. “So long, Egg-breath!” The ascended hedgehog flew in for a forceful kick, shooting the Egg Mobile and its inhabitant across the destroyed city.

“Cuuuuurseee thaaaaaat heeeeeedgehoooooog!” Eggman’s yell could barely be heard in the distance as he drew farther away from the heroic hedgehog, his departure solidified by the sight of a lone sparkle in the sky.

Sonic floated back down to the ground and walked toward the sleeping kitsune. Smiling to himself, he fell to one knee as exhaustion claimed him. His golden fur dissipated as his standard blue color returned. The seven Chaos Emeralds reanimate themselves around Sonic’s figure, spinning around rapidly before making their way upward. Holding still for a few seconds, the mystical gems shot across the sky in seven different directions.

Sonic watched the emeralds scatter before falling to his belly and crawling toward the ruined metal hand. Gripping its mechanical fingers with labored breaths, he pulled himself up and pressed his back against its open palm, gently pulling the unconscious fox toward him. Placing his little brother in his lap, Sonic wrapped his arms around Tails’ torso, his hands resting within the namesakes still wrapped around him as he rested his back against the mechanical paw. The blue hedgehog closed his eyes, allowing his weariness to take hold.

The holographic video faded away as the darkness around the orange kitsune gave way to piercing white light once more.

The young kitsune still felt nauseous as he pushed the footrest back into the recliner and walked into the white plains of nothingness.

“Why’d you show me that, huh? What are you trying to prove?” Staggering along for several yards, Tails gripped his belly once more before dropping to his knees, breathing heavily.

“Open your heart, Tails…calm yourself…face your fears…and be honest with yourself.”

“What?” Tails squinted, unable to see the woman behind the familiar feminine voice.

“Trust your feelings, Tails. Only then will you find what you seek.”

The fox fell backward, landing on his behind as he used his gloved hands to keep his back upright.

“Well,” Tails started, staring into the empty void before him. “I…yes…I was scared…I felt hopeless…defenseless…and…” a fresh round of tears began to form around the fox’s eyes. “...worthless…”

The fox waited for a reply, but he heard none. Wiping away his tears, he forced himself up, planting his feet to the ground.

“…but not anymore.” Tails raised his fits into the air. “Sonic taught me it’s okay to be scared…okay to be frightened…okay to admit I need help.” He sighed as he looked downward, closing his eyes in deep thought. “…doubt, hopelessness, fear, worry, regret…these are all normal feelings, and it’s okay to experience them. The real test is taking action despite these feelings.” Tightening his balled fists once more, he raised his head to the endless, white chasm above.

“Fear will no longer paralyze me!” Tails screamed as loud as his throat and lungs would allow, his entire body vibrating with the force. “Regret will no longer hinder me! And I will always work hard to save my friends and protect those in need!”

The kitsune fell back down, landing on his behind once more as he gasped for breath, clutching his aching belly with a gloved hand.

“Tails…”

The orange fox looked up to see a shadowy silhouette above him, the feminine shape of someone around his height, with dreadlocks behind her head and a blouse covering her waist. She placed her hand on Tails’ head.

“Please protect the emeralds from the evils that lie before you.”

Tails felt a sense of pressure growing against his forehead where the shadowy hand still rested.

“What’s going on?” The orange kitsune winced as the pain above his eyes grew exponentially.

“Ahhhhh!” He remembered this unpleasant sensation, the same he felt before entering dreamland. He pressed a gloved hand against his face as the pain rose.

The feminine figure planted a gentle kiss against his forehead, seemingly making the pain go away. Lightly blushing through his furry muzzle, the young fox fell to his side, his weary eyes closing as he slept against the cold, white surface, the silhouette fading into the void.

*****

I hope you all enjoyed Chapter 11!

A quick update on the poll: thank you to those who participated and reached out to share your thoughts! Consider the sequel to A Prelude to Chaos Control officially happenin’! It will still be some time until I finish with the Sonic X prequel, though! In speaking of which, Chapter 12 will be uploaded within the next two weeks, so stay tuned!

I’ve also been working on a side fanfic, spurred on by members of the r/milesprower Discord server that I help moderate. A hint: it will be quite fluffy. UwU

Click here if you’d like to join the server and hang out with fellow fans and fanfic enthusiasts! :P

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netrunnerconduit · 4 years

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Smoke’s Last Show

The screen flicked from black to neon green mixed with pink. Smoke's logo, an obnoxious smiling face that turned to smoke, faded in on top of the garish background.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen, bio-roids and clones, naturals and synthetics, and everyone in between. Welcome to tonight's episode of Net Mercur, the only show NBN doesn't want you to watch! We've got a very special program for you tonight. I, your gracious, magnanimous, and certainly clever host will be doing a live speedrun on Jack Weyland's private servers in outer space. We're going to be breaking laws and breaking hearts tonight, and I got a good feeling we'll break Mac's number one in the world record too. But first let's take a look at the rig I'll be using:”

Black again, then some lights coalesced into the wispy silhouette of a cat. “This lil' cutie is the first of my breakers, first in my heart, and first in this morning's Net Mercur Subscribers' poll as to what you wanted to see me use on this speedrun. Remember paid subscribers get exclusive access to all sorts of great bonus content, including these polls. Now this is something of a rescue I saved from some stimheads down in La Costa but let me tell you her code is robust. I've spent all afternoon tinkering with her I'm very excited to see what kind of damage this kitty can do now that I've reclawed her. She's certainly bad luck for any sysop that crosses her path.”

The cat on the screen growled and then pounced through the camera.

Next an explosion of virtual sparks illuminated the screen then died out. Again the sparks exploded but now the camera pulled back to reveal a massive cylinder of light crashing down with immense energy creating the bursts of sparks.

“Now this here's a real treat for you that my own R&D group cooked up. This breaker is some industrial level shit and it will level the entire server to get past a gotcha bot. In fact I got a dummy server rigged up here with some *ahem borrowed corporate ice, just so you can really get an idea of how much fuckin damage this thing can do. I've put three, yes that's right three, top of the line, corporate bullies back to back to back for... demonstration purposes. Remember kids, DO try this at home, school and anywhere else with a net connection.

The cylinder rotated ninety degrees and accelerated to ramming speed passing effortlessly through some cyber constructs, shattering them completely.

“Oh ho ho, that was brutal. I cannot wait to drop this bad boy on some ice that can actually feel pain.” “To round out this trio I brought in something professional, because while I am serious about putting on a good show for you I am also serious about my own safety online. And I'm serious about wanting to break Mac's record! So feast your eyes on something real juicy.” The screen remained black, but the blackness seemed to shift and move in subtle shades. Suddenly a bright clear blade of light flashed across the screen and disappeared, resheathed in the void. “Did you see that?! This is what the pros use, obviously, because I'm using it and I'm the only pro you know. It's practically undetectable and it just provides targeted assassinations of any piece of code that so much as pings me funny. Normally you wouldn't be able to get your hands on something like this. I only got it because I know people who know people. That's right, even the pro runners are fans of my casts, and I mean why wouldn't they be?”

“Last but not least, I'll be running these killas, thrillas, and chillas, off some top of the line hardware. You all know my lovely console: 128 pentabytes of processing power, basically infinite amounts of memory, and just like me she's got super-coolant ice running through her veins.” “Alright we're about ready to get this show on the road. Let's go over the rules: Today's targets are Jack Weyland's private servers in remote orbit. To prove we done the deed we have to both take something and leave something. I got this handy-dandy little 'fuck you' some of the trashiest, nastiest, little virus that we're going to gift to Mr. Beanstalk. Hopefully it doesn't jettison his O2 supply into deep space, or hopefully it does, I don't really care. Mac's current, and the world's record is twenty-two minutes, thirty-five seconds, seventy-eight milliseconds, and fifty nanoseconds. The timer starts when I first log in. I also need a witness to verify that I beat Mac's record and I figure vidding it to the entire network should be good enough. For all you code babies out there I'll try to keep you all in the loop as to what's going on, but I am going to be pretty deep in the tank on this run. Let's get to it, shall we?” A three second countdown flashed on the screen. Two. One. A rush of colours and shapes blossomed into as Smoke connected to the Network. “And we're off! First step is we gotta find a connection from Earth to Mars, that's easy. This is a Weyland-themed run so we'll bounce through Blue Sun's servers to go from earth to Luna and Luna to Mars. Oh if you didn't see that, that was a piece of trash ice that garbage sysops run and that my kitten just put in its rightful place in the slagheap. I could erase everyone's electricity bills while I'm in here, but that's not what we're doing today. Anyways we're on Luna now so I'm going to be getting almost a full second of lag, but that's no problem for me. Best way to deal with this is to read just be able to read the future, like I can. Alright here's some ice with some teeth, let's knock them out shall we? Ooh that looked like it hurt, and it hurt the guy behind him too. Anyways so we're on Mars now, the latency is getting bad, but it's only going to get worse the deeper we go. From here we gotta go through Weyland's Martian HQ which will be about the only server receiving direct transmissions from Jacky-boy's deep space station. We're going to piggy-back one of those signals to get to the finish line. We're at, let's see, eight and a half minutes so we are making excellent time. Now they don't got laws on Mars against the dangerous ice that can cause permanent brain damage so we gotta be real careful here. Or we would if all there ice were still alive to do some damage. Didn't see that coming did ya? We're into Weyland's 'secure' Martian deep space communications but before I start the piggy back, remember when I mentioned the latency? Well it's basically unfeasible past this point so I have to set my breakers to launch a little preemptive strike once we hit the space station. But with these beasts daddy-Weyland won't know what hit him. Let's lock down this puppy. We're piggy-backing the signal. Wait for it. And bang! Uh what's going on here. Where's the damage? Where's the ice? Fuck I can't do anything. What is that?” The screen which had been a nigh-incomprehensible blur of colours and motion halted jaggedly. A wall of eyes opened up and no matter which way the camera turned it was always being watched. The breakers launched themselves violently at the offending pupils but simply phased through harmlessly. Meanwhile Smoke started yelling.

“Shit! Kill the feed, jack me out! Shit they know where we are. Oh fuck, we're tagged. Someone get me ou-” The audio went dead and the camera stopped moving, but for anyone still watching the cast the walls of unblinking eyes stared on. Half an hour later the vid-feed finally died out too.

Smoke stopped the recording, finished emptying the Net Mercur Subscribers' Account of credits and started wiping her presence from all the hardware. “My best performance yet, but it's time I moved on.”

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I'm only saying this b/c you recently had a poll on what content followers like/don't like you to post but your time canary posts make me want to unfollow. I hate it with such passion, it squicks me out (from how it's been handled this season but mostly because it makes me hate Rip because the whole idea of it is saying his scenes with sara are romantic when he like just had his wife murdered & did really selfish/messed up things to try to get her back). Only arrowverse ship that makes me cringe

I totally respect if you want to unfollow for any reason, including me posting that content. You gotta keep your dash as a healthy space for you, Anon. And you’re right that I do like to know these things, hence why I did that poll.

I will say that when I tag something with a ship name, I don’t always mean it romantically. I tag it that way in the even that it could have a romantic lean to it, partly in case people blacklist a ship tag, and partly so I can find it again if I’m searching my own blog for a specific post. That’s the case with all the Time Canary stuff I’ve ever posted. “Could be romantic, doesn’t have to be”. Same with about half the coldwave? Almost all of the gifsets I’ve tagged “dccoldwave” aren’t inherently romantic at all, and could very easily be read by someone as close friendship. Even with coldflash I do this sometimes, tagging something as CF even if it’s just them in a screenshot together.

I actually started tagging this way because I had people who followed me but blacklisted CF and I wanted to help keep content they didn’t want to see off their dash, but then eventually it just became a thing I did. I’ll tag Sara + Len gifsets as CC even if I don’t ship it romantically too.

So… idk if that helps at all for your predicament. My thinking (hope?) is that in explaining this, it might squick you less if it comes up from my blog because you’ll know I’m not trying to force a romantic lean to it inherently, even if I’m saying it can be read that way. But maybe just having the ship name there and knowing I’m thinking of it even partially that way is enough to squick you, idk.

I also won’t tell you not to be squicked, obviously, though I’ll admit I’m surprised a bit by your reasoning. Rip’s far from the only person to have lost a loved one, even recently. He’s had close to two years since his wife’s death now, and he’s definitely far from the only character who’s done selfish things to save a loved one, in the CW DCTV universe. I’ll agree his reasons for the trip in S1 were selfish, but… so are like 2/3rds of Barry Allen’s motives for doing things haha, so I’ve come to terms with that part of Rip’s character personally (though i’ll admit it took a while for me to come around on him, but I’m there now).

But you gotta do you ton of Time Canary, but it might come up from time to time, especially if they get a lot of screentime together (impossible to predict). Now that the ship exists in my head, it’ll likely be tagged if I feel there’s a possible romantic interpretation to what I post, and its up to you if it’s healthier for you to blacklist or unfollow if that happens.

All the best to you

#tagging #blog post #this isn't really related to the ship so i'll keep it out of the ship tag #but yeah please don't feel any guilt unfollowing if that's something that happens for you #it's all okay #and i don't want to be squicking you out a bunch either #Anonymous #replies

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I was actually born in Italy. My parents immigrated here in ’89 on a boat with 485 other people including me, but would die on the journey here. They were “buried at sea” and by that I mean they were thrown overboard. I was only 6 when I arrived and was put in an orphanage, but I hated it there. The woman who owned it was abusive, and she never let us eat before the windows were open, our beds were made, the floors were shiny and at least one girl was crying. By the time I was 8 years old I had escaped. Thinking back on it, I probably should have stayed, a lifetime of forced labor would have been better than sleeping on the cold, Brooklyn streets.

I was awoken by my “neighbor”, the sun barely peeking out over the buildings.

“Mattie, get up. We gotsta go to the Printin’ House, Mattie.” Petey spoke, drawing me out of my tired state.

“Yessir.” I said, standing up and rubbing my eyes, “Let’s go.” We walked down the street and turned a corner. Our spot was on the east end of Brooklyn, despite our Printing House being on the West. It was worth the walk. If we were too close to the House, people would just go to the house if we called for too much. But on the other side of town we could get an extra penny since they’d have to take a trolley ‘cross town for a paper, and no one was willing to do so.

“Headline should be hot today.” I turned to see Scotty Lavelle, “Hops said somethin’ about a tornado in New Richmond.”

“Lord knows we’se needs a good headline.” I said in agreement, walking along with the boys.

“And we’se is gonna get one, Mattie, I can feel it.” Petey smiled, the gap in his teeth shining prominently. Petey didn’t know his last name. He was dropped off at the doorstep with a tag that just said Petey. The state gave him a name, Conrad, but he never stuck with it. He escaped the same orphanage just a few months before me. So we had a lot in common. By the time we three get to the printing house we’re exhausted.

“I’ll take a hun’ed, Mole.” I greeted him, slapping my 60¢ down on the counter. I was growing bitter about the price jack now. All the other papers had lowered their prices but the real money was still in The World. And I just didn’t any other option but to keep paying for papers and keep selling ‘em for a penny or two.

“Little gurl, for the last time it’s Moe.” He barked, setting my papers down and taking my hard earned coins.

“For the last time, Mole, the name’s Mattie.” I hopped down the stairs and waited for the boys to get their papers. I counted all 100 papes to make sure I had them all.

“I thought I smelled a rat.” I heard. I turned, knowing I was about to see none other than Spot Conlon.

I smiled, “Well if it ain’t the Grand Maste’ Workboy himself!”

“Yeah, well. Listen.. I know you’re just as angry about the jack as I am. Some bois in Manhattan was talking about… Going on strike.” He said in a hushed tone, something I wasn’t used to from Spot.

“A strike?” I questioned, rather loudly. He hushed me.

“Yeah. Let the fat cats at the top know we mean business. Papes aren’t sellin’ too well anymore, so why should we haf ta pay more if we ain’t sellin more?” I paused. It made sense and Spot actually seemed serious.

“Mattie, let’s cheese it.” Petey called.

“A’ight, Petey, one minute.” I said, “Let me talk to the boys. You make a good case, Spot Conlon.” He smiled.

“A’ight, Mattie. If you guys want to stand with the Newsies come find me at the docks. I’ll make sure the boys don’t mistake you for a scab, but I can’t say the same for your boys.” I caught up with Petey and Scotty.

“What’d that guy want, Matt?” Scotty asked me. Scotty “owned” the spot on the east side before I was even in New York. So when I trespassed on his block, confused and lost with no coin to start selling papes or coin to even buy food, I thought for sure he would beat me up and I’d be kicked out of that block like the others guys had threatened. But Scotty bought me my first 100 papes and even showed me the ropes when I was only 6. If it wasn’t for Scotty I don’t know where I’d be. So he was as close to family as I had, and he sure acted like an older brother, trying to protect me at every turn.

“Spot was talkin’ union talk. Talkin about… goin’ on strike.” I said, only sort of believing the words coming out of my mouth.

“He wants you to strike with him?” Petey questioned, if not a little bewildered.

“I want to strike with him.” I confirmed. “You boys should too. Wouldn’t want anyone to think you were a scab.”

Petey rolled his eyes, “What are they gonna strike about anyway? They ain’t gonna win.”

“But we’se gotta try. Gotta let them know that we mean business, Petey.” I bantered, trying to convince them to listen to me.

“I don’t want you strikin, Mattie. You’re a 16 year old girl. You’re not gonna make it out there.” Scotty said, his voice almost monotone. I rolled my eyes and kept walking.

“Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Voting Machines approved by congress!” I yelled at the top of my lungs, trying to draw people to our corner. The boys hawked other headlines, like the Journal’s about Pearl Hart and the New Richmond Tornado. At first, no one came to buy papers from us.

“Extra! Extra! Sentient voting machines compromise poll results!” I yelled, waving my paper in the air. After a few minutes I was finally approached.

“Really? Sentient voting machines? How much a pape, kid?” A man in a fedora asked me.

“2¢ a pape, sir.” I answered.

“2¢ huh?” He hesitated and looked around, “A’ight, kid. Here ya go.” I took his pennies with a smile on my face before he walked away. It was very late and we still hadn’t sold any papers. We used to sleep in shifts so if anyone else did come by there’d be someone there with a paper to sell. We quickly discovered that the shady people walking Brooklyn streets at 3 am didn’t want to buy a paper.

“Alright what’s our profits, kids?” Scotty asked.

“It looks like I made 45¢ today.” Petey answered, “15 in profit.”

“I think I made about 32¢ profit.” I told Scotty. He nodded. “So we made… 77¢. How about we get some grub in the morning, huh?” He smiled bright. His smile always gave me hope. We still slept in shifts, but now it was for protection. When a rat came through the streets we no longer offered them a newspaper.

“A hun’ed papes for the little gurl.” Mole announced. “Yella’ Simon” dropped my papes on the counter.

“At least I’m not a Lowell girl.” I shrugged before turning to Simon, “Or a rat.” I sneered. Everyone else got a hun’ed since the headline was good.

“Wait a sec. Hey, Mole. Your boy only gave me 99 papers.” I said pushing other boys out of the way to talk to him.

“Get in line, little gurl.” He said dismissively.

“No, you forgot my pape I just need another.” I explained, clearly getting more annoyed with every second.

“You know how many kids I get tellin me I forgot a pape they just went and sold? No, ma’am. Take your papes and go.” I glared at him as I walked away. He was such a con. “Mole stole another pape.” I told Petey.

“He sure is a weasel.” He said, equally as annoyed with him. “Let’s get some peanuts from Albert’s.” Petey offered.

“Yeah, a’ight and some honey and crackers too!” I requested. As we walked to the store I spotted Spot hawking other papers on the corner.

“Great Wall to be demolished!” He called to everyone who passed. “Guangxii to destroy the wall! Oh hey, Motormouth.” He joked as I approached.

“Listen, ya noodle, I think you ought to stay away from my girl here.” Scotty spoke, coming in between us.

“Listen, Stretch. I’m not tryin to take her from ya. I just don’t want her pretty mug getting mistaken for a scab.” He said easily, leaning up against the storefront.

“Alright, wiseguy-” Scotty started but I cut him off.

“Look, Scotty. I’m gonna strike. I knew that before we got our papes this mornin’. I knew it before we went to bed las’ night. I’m gonna strike.” I told them both before turning to Spot. “Oh, and don’t talk about my mug like that, Conlon.” I turned and walked into Albert’s with Petey. Scotty and Spot both just kind of stood there, sizing each other up while I got Petey and I our peanuts and crackers.

“Come on, Scotty, we need the money.” I called to him. He huffed and walked over to us.

“You’re not gonna strike, Mattie.” He said, as if it was final. I argued that and he finally stormed off. He got angry like that a lot so we decided just to continue hawking papers. Spot hung out with us and told us all about what was going on in Manhattan.

“If you’re on strike, why you still sellin’ papes, Spot?” Petey asked. Spot smiled.

“I’m glad ya asked, kid. I’m sellin the Sun. They’re covering the strike, and they lowered their prices back to 50¢ a month ago. We’re only boycottin’ the World and the Journal.” He told us. That made sense.

“Hey, Spot.” Someone called. I had never seen the boy before. He had blonde hair and I couldn’t see him well but one eye looked like something was wrong. It was an icy blue color when his other eye was a dark brown.

“Blink!” Spot greeted, spitting in his hand and slapping it against Blink’s also spitty hand. “This is Motormouth Mattie-” I punched his shoulder and shut him up.

“The names Mattie Abategiovanni. At least that’s what I was told.” I said, purposefully shaking his other hand.

“Kid Blink.” The boy said, “They call me that because this eye don’t work no more.” He explained, pointing at his blue eye.

“What coulda done that?” I asked, hoping I wasn’t treading on sensitive ground.

“More like who.” Spot commented, knowing that it had happened in the boarding house he lived in.

“You strikin, Mattie?” Kid asked, avoiding the question and sitting on the curb of the sidewalk. I sat down next to him in my dirt covered workin’ dress - not like I had any other dresses.

“I am.” I told him. “But what’s the plan, Blink? We can’t jus’ walk in an’ expect ‘em to listen to us.”

“So we make ‘em listen!” Blink exclaimed, standing up. “It’s time we’se take a stand against those la-di-dah panty-waists, Mattie. It’s time we’se newsies stand togetha’.” I started to notice people surrounding us. It was a fairly busy spot, especially for Newsies. He looked around as he noticed them too.

“They’se aint gonna listen if we don’t make em listen!” I heard Scully yell from the back of the crowd.

“Well how’ we gonna make ‘em listen, Blink?” I stood, stepping to him. The crowd cheered me on as I stepped to him.

“I’m glad you asked, Miss. New Yorka’s get their news from the newsies! No newsies no news! No news no sales!” He hopped up on the podium, “We don’t have to sell their papers!” All the kids cheered. Some adults listened, but they all seemed disdainful. This upset me.

“Strike!” A person in the crowd yelled, making everyone else cheer.

“How’s we gonna stop the scabbers?” I asked, stepping to him again.

“Who’s stoppin ‘em from sellin our papers?” A boy yelled.

“We is! We beat em up! If they ain’t with us, they ain’t a Newsie!” He hollared to us all.

“Yeah! We’ll teach them scabs the real meaning of being a Newsboy of New Yo’k!” Petey yelled, surprising me. Wasn’t he on Scotty’s side last night?

“But we ain’t got a union. The copper’s’ll send us to the boardin houses!” A young boy yelled.

“We is a union!” I heard a voice yell, “They can’t take us all!”

“If we newsies stick together there’s nothing we can’t do!” Blink yelled from his small podium. “Come on!”

I could feel the excitement buzzing in the air. You get enough kids together and suddenly they can do anything. Blink took off running and jumping. I couldn’t but take off after him. I didn’t know where we were going but I wanted to be a part of it.

“Nobody messes with the Newsies!” A boy yelled, grabbing papers from an older Newsie and tearing up his papers. The older one started to chase after him in anger.

“Pulitzer don’t own us!” A girl yelled, picking up a copy of The World and ripping it to shreds. I usually was a well-behaved kid, but to be honest, I had had enough of living on the street and earning 30¢ on a good day. I picked up some of the old tomatoes that were sitting out in barrels and set my sights on the Printing House.

“Come on, Mattie!” Spot yelled, grabbing his own. We ran towards the house together and I spotted Mole.

“Hey rat!” I yelled, getting a bewildered Simon’s attention. “Tell Mole he owes me a pape!”

With that, the onslaught of tomatoes on the structure began. Imagine 60 angry, hard-as-nails New york orphans screaming, throwing rotten tomatoes at you, and ripping up the papers you haven’t sold yet. If only we could have thrown ‘em at the real fatcats Seitz, Carvello and Hearst. We only got angrier as it went on, and then we heard the circulation bell. The gates opened and in came all the newspapers that would have been sold to us on a horse and buggy. I jumped up on the back and started throwing papers out above my head to all the boys surrounding it.

“Don’t you eva’ mess with the Newsies again!” I yelled. I picked up papers and ripped them apart. That’s when the boys came in looking to buy papes.

“Hey! Hasn’t you heard about the strike?” I looked up and saw H.H. Kuehn pointing at the ones who still were buying papes.

“Don’t ya see we’se strikin’ here?” Blink yelled. When they ignored him, I watched as he ran to him and smashed his first in a boy’s face. I gasped, and it went quiet before everyone started to cheer.

“Soak the scabs!” Petey yelled, running out into the crowd. Suddenly I was scared for him.

“Petey wait!” I ran after him. In all the commotion of fighting and trying to find him I noticed something else.

“Scotty?” I exclaimed. I ran over to my brother who was laying on the sidewalk with ripped papes and a bloody nose. “Scotty.” I whispered, kneeling down next to him.

“Hey Mattie. Guess I got mistaken for a scab.” He said, his fat lip making that difficult.

“You are a scab.” I joked, taking out a handkerchief and dabbing the blood away. He looked up at me and smiled, shaking his head. “You… You mean.” I stuttered. He pushed himself up onto his knees, letting out a groan before standing himself up. He picked up the papers he had left and before my eyes, held them above his head and ripped them apart. Everyone else started to cheer. I hugged him tight before I heard Scully start yelling again.

“Cheese it!” He hollered, “The cops a’ here! Cheese it, bois!” Scotty and I got away with saying we were victims, “scabs.” They felt bad for us and let us go, but now we had to find Petey.

It wasn’t until the 27th when things got bad. Spot told me about a parade they were throwing, to show the world that we could stop traffic, the presses, and even time. Petey and I were excited, but Scotty still acted like he was hesitant.

“What if we’se gets arrested, Mattie? Huh? What then?” Scotty pestered as we walked to Park Row together.

“We’se not gonna get arrested, Scotty.” I sneered. Petey ran in front of us. One thing I noticed since this whole strike started was how united the newsies were now. The strikes in the past didn’t work because they weren’t working together. Now we all know that the only way we can win is to fight for ourselves, our borough and each other. If one of us falls, the others pick him up rather than turning tail. The newsies themselves were getting closer. People still fought over corners to hawk on but sometimes you’d see a group of boys splitting their coin like we do. You didn’t see that a lot before the strike.

“Mattie!” Spot called, patting the bench next to him. We sat down together and waited for the rest of the guys.

It was a few hours later when the parade started. Scully, and Spot were leading so I was right up front with him by his request.

“Where’s Blink and Davey?” I asked over the music some of the boys were making with old instruments and sticks.

“Couldn’t find ‘em. Gotta carry on though.” Spot explained. He wrapped one of his arms with mine and waved to people walking the sidewalk. We walked the New York blocks all the way to the Printin’ House before we ran into a copper wagon. I jumped up on the steps and looked back at all the kids walking behind us. There were so many newsboys and girls.

“Someday folks is gonna look back on us! Someday edumecated kids like us is gonna write papers about us! Stories! The headlines we’se is hawking has our faces on ‘em now! Mattie Abategiovanni will be a name that will never be forgotten! Spot Conlon, Kid Blink, Jacky Sullivan. You will never be forgotten! Dis is de time when we’se got to stick togethe’ like glue! This is our time boys! Let’s make the news!” I yelled into the crowd, finally feeling like we had a say. I finally felt like all of this had been worth it. I saw cameras flashing, I saw reporters writing in their notebooks, I saw thousands of kids inspired by the things Blink said in the park. I saw hundreds of adults taking us seriously and boycotting the World and Journal. I saw adults turning down our old jobs in fear of us. That was the moment I finally knew we were winning.

“Brooklyn!” Spot hollered at the top of his hawking voice. Everyone started to cheer and yell and I knew they knew it too. All of us, Manhattan, Brooklyn and Bronx Newsies ran through the streets of New York with our fists in the air. We screamed, cheered, marched together. Suddenly it all came to an abrupt end and I was frozen. I was frozen with anger and betrayal. That was when I saw Jack Sullivan and Kid Blink. They were in scab suits, standing next to Pulitzer and Mole.

“Y-you… You scab!” I screamed. I ran to the front of the crowd and pointed at our past leaders. “You backstabber!” I tried to shove myself past the police officers but it was no use. They shoved me back into the crowd. I was just so mad.

“Sully you’re the worst!” I heard Spot yell, pushing his way past the officer.

“Get ‘im Spot!” I called to him. I tried to push past the police again, only to be grabbed by my wrists. Before I knew it they were pushing me to the ground and wrapping my wrists up behind my back. “No I didn’t do nothin’!” I told them. Before I knew it I was in the back of the horse-drawn wagon with a few others kids.

“To the refuge with you, little gurl.” He said. It wasn’t until a week later when I heard the good news. The papers didn’t drop their prices, but they agreed to buy them back from us. I was out of the refuge again and back on the streets. It felt good to know I was a part of something. Kid Blink doesn’t show his face around this side of town anymore. Scotty and Spot don’t hate each other anymore. There’s just something different in the air. A buzz of change. They were paying attention to us now. We made a change. We stopped traffic, we stopped the news. We stopped the presses.

#Hello I wrote a Newsies historical fiction and I want opinions #Newsies #Historical fiction

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