#OP has been in my brain since -checks watch- like 2016 I think? and there is no escape

[rox-of-iu]

my old blorbos are back in my brain

heart pirates my absolute beloved. shame theyre chillin somewhere in the ocean lol (do not mention the pre-time skip hats of penguin and shachi I'm still attached even tho its already been a million years since then)

anyway every time i remember that Law and Kid are assigned german and Scottish by Oda i gain one hundred years

[ellalynnmonroe]

VanCon 2017, my second convention is under my belt. Now that I’ve finished my finals for school, I can fully recap the events of the weekend and appreciate them completely. If there are any typos, I apologize now. My brain hurts from taking said finals. Hah.. oh, and uh. I haven’t entered in those fancy ass cues to seperate paragraphs since I was on Live Journal… like 15 years ago. So.. sorry for the continuous paragraph. 😂 The weekend began with this sweet gal (@winchestersnco) arriving at my door step. This woman was my right hand woman and savior this weekend. She was so incredibly helpful, patient, and loving when it came to my two month old daughter.. who’s name happens to be Amara. **Long backstory short.. my bf and I loved the name and the uniqueness. The fact it’s a character from our favorite only had a small part it.. as is the fact she was created at VanCon 2016…. #porncouver 😂** The drive to Vancouver started out great. Amara slept for the first third of the drive. And then hated us the rest of the drive. Though it was rather exhausting, me feeding her in her carseat is a memory neither Erin or I will forget, I’m sure. Needless to say, Amara had worn herself out so much, she only woke to eat and slept nine hours that night. Friday! The show started later than I remember it starting last year. The energy was also different. Maybe I got spoiled with Kim and Brianna. Rich is a neat dude and all, but those girls really set the bar high. Lol. The panels were fun. The first and only time Amara made a sound during a panel was during Samantha Smith’s. Of course I get called out and stand up to show her I actually have a baby. Jason Manns was added to the guest list at the last minute and I was so thrilled! Amara slept so soundly through his panel; she loves her music! Our autographs for the day included Sam Smith, Emily Swallow, and Brianna Buckmaster. Sam was apparently upset I didn’t actually walk Amara up to her during her panel. Lol, oops. She was in awe by the eye contact my tiny can make. She said “You are not new”. She said Amara is “an old soul”. A mother generally thinks their kid is the best, but hearing how alert and aware your two month old actually is, kinda makes your heart swell. 😍 Emily… ah, how do I put this nicely?.. I’m not a fan. She’s a bit… snatchy. Guess I can’t put that nicely. For those who don’t know, Emily plays the character, Amara on SPN. Coming into this auto, I thought even if this lady thinks I’m a total dweeb and I named my daughter after a SPN character because I’m incredibly obsessed, she would pretend to be amused. Nope. She was so blandly like, “Oh�� cooool”. And then proceeded to take this stuffed doll someone made her and wave it in front of her face. I was hardly impressed. Brianna is probably one of my favorite human beings. I walk up and immediately she says “I kinda wanna hold that baby”. I told her she could, but she insisted on keeping the baby comfy. She was pretty entertained by the origin of her name; she said the last reason was the best reason. I just want to be her bff. She’s pretty damn rad. Karaoke…. well. We showed up late so all the guests were already tossed. ESPECIALLY my favorite person if the day. You guessed it. Emily Swallow. One of my roomies of the weekend stayed with me for a bit; Amara slept the whole time. It was the freakin’ Emily Swallow show. She sang over EVERYONE that sang a song. And by sang, I mean yelled with a vibrato. Not. Impressed. Saturday!! I really wanted to watch the first panel, but sleep took over and I slept too late. I love sleep, so I wasn’t to hard on myself. Hah. Mark Sheppard’s panel was entertaining, as usual. He’s so sassy. I attempted to ask him what activities he likes to do with his kids, now that he has some free time. Before I even asked my question, he looked at Amara and said, “That’s not my baby”. Hahaha. After me asking my question and him not answering, I tried to repeat my question and he called me bossy and continued to avoid my question. 😂 there’s a video or two of the ordeal running around out there that I need to acquire. I was pretty bummed he didn’t walked around the audience like he usually does. Idk who did what to him to make him pissed off, but they should be slapped. Misha Collins’ panel was absurd. I laughed so much, I can’t remember too many specifics. The moment I’ll never forget; however, is him asking how to sign “take a dump” in American Sign Language. I died. Matt Cohen, Rob Benedict, and Richard Speight Jr had the last panel. Amara had started to get a little wiggly, so I was in and out for that one. Rachel Miner’s panel… I am too hormonal for that shit. The guys carried her out to the stage and the audience gave her a standing ovation. I wept. She is one inspiration gal. We had a photo op with Brianna and autos with Matt and Mark that day. Our photo with Briana was all thanks to Erin.. Seriously. This girl is the effing best. I can’t brag enough about her. Anyway, back to Briana. When we walked up, I said to her, “You can hold this baby now!”. She did not argue one bit. Chris about died when he say her homemade ‘Wayward AF’ bandana-turned-bandaeu. Mark signed a book my friend gave to Amara, “If I Were a Moose”. Mark’s response? “If I were a moose, I’d kill myself”. Lol. Jesus Christ, Mark. 😂 Matt was cute and sweet as always. Nothing particularly memorable was said. But I do want you all to know that man is getting some of those silver highlights in his hair… Hey. Girl. Hey. Rachel was just as sweet as she was in her panel. She’s is a fighter. I could only hope to be the bad ass this woman is! I had the chance to chat with Jason Manns for a minute. He picked out which album of his Amara would like best. He was so sweet, and I’m so glad he was there. Louden Swain performed a couple acoustic songs in the lobby before signing autos for those that bought some merch. They had they’re SNS album available, so obvioisly I purchased it. Lol they too, were so nice. The talent these men posses is unreal. SATURDAY NIGHT SPECIAL. What’s there to say, that hasn’t already been said. The SNS never disappoints. Louden Swain is PHENOMENAL. Emily was annoying and Brianna nailed it. Oh yeah. And Jensen made an appearance and knocked everyone’s socks off.. or should I say panties? 😉 Fucking SUNDAY, BITCHES. J2 day. This is the day that everyone is anxiously awaiting. The panel was obviously hilarious and fun. These boys NEVER disappoint. There were too many funny moments to explain, but my fav? The endless butt jokes. YouTube the panel if you wanna get in on the jokes. Amara and I had a photo with Jensen and then I have one by myself with Jensen. As soon as I walk up to him and he sees Amara, his mouth drops. I asked, “Would you mind holding her for a photo?” He obviously did not object. Who can resist a tiny baby in a shirt that says ‘World’s cutest Supernatural fan" and a little black tutu with a SPN themed bow on the front of it?? Chris died, once again, after coming on close to check out her outfit. Bless that man! He took three quick shots and printed each of them for me to ensure we got a good one. And then I hand the tiny off and tell Jensen I have one with just myself and he proceeds to give me the best hug, Chris takes the pic, and Jensen gives me a tight squeeze. I tell him thank you, and he says something along the lines of “Congrats, mom”….. and I died. Hahaha. When I go to grab Amara, the head dudes in charge are fawning over her. I’d say her outfit was a success. Coming down the escalator, Gil McKinney came over to take to Amara. This man had been eyeballin’ her all weekend. It was pretty cute and sweet how he approached us. Jason also came over to see her Sunday outfit. I’m telling you, these guys are rad AF. Our autos were at the end of the day, and Amara was getting tired. Thankfully she stayed awake long enough for the two boys to see her. We get up to Jensen and he’s still all about her. He asks her name, and I tell him and the story to go with it. You can tell he’s kinda listening. For comedic value, I decided to say to him, “she’s out souvenir from last year” and the look on his face was priceless. It took a split second for him to register it, but once he did, he chuckled a bit. I thought Jerad was going to steal her. As soon as I walked up, he said “Look at the knees! And those thighs!” He was amazed by how strong she is and couldn’t believe she was only two months old. Now.. this is suppose to be the time I say, “That was that and we went home”……. But no. It. Gets. Better. So Erin and I had stood in line with our weekend roomies. They were toward the end, with maybe a dozen people behind them. Once they went behind the curtain, and Amara was sound asleep in her shoulder, she began walking back to our seats. I told her to slow her roll. I’m thinking, maybe if we linger long enough and stealth enough, some magic will happen…. AND DID IT EVER. Jensen comes out and waves to everyone, waves at Erin and I.. but does a double take when he sees this sleeping ball of chunk on Erin’s shoulder… he then RUNS OVER TO AMARA, PINCHES AT HER SWEET CHUBBY CHEEKS.. AND THEN.. GIVES HER A KISS ON HER CHEEK. JENSEN KISSED MY BABY. I vowed to never wash her again; however she had gotten herself so worked up on the ride home, she projectile vomited ALL OVER ME. It was a wonderful weekend, not too hectic, filled with such wonderful memories that I can’t wait to share with Amara when she’s older. 99% (lol) of the guests were so sweet and supportive of me bringing my tiny. The fans all loved her. I only had a few people harass me about ear protection, of which I brought, one lady get salty about being next to a baby before she had a chance to show her what an angel of a baby she is, and one person suggest I breastfeed in the bathroom after I asked where would he a good spot to sit and feed her. Other than that, everyone was great, I had a great time, and I miss all my ladies!

[mechanicalinertia]

Another half-baked fanfic concept for the road

No, I haven’t given up on Divine Patronage. Let me get that out of the way. I’m just otherwise occupied. As soon as I can have some leisure time in good conscience I’m going to see if I can finish the next chapter, because I already have an idea of where I want it to go.

That being the case, instead of sitting on what I think are actually quite good ideas for fic, let me just whip one out, as the hero of Blazing Saddles says.

Now, I haven’t seen all of the Iron Man anime, the one Madhouse made way back in 2010 and then again in 2013 at Marvel’s behest. It looks okay at least from the first few minutes I’m watching. Whatever.

Anyway, both Batman (the other tech-hero we all know and envy for his limitless wealth) and Iron Man have been crossed over with Bubblegum Crisis several times, sometimes tangentially and sometimes very directly:

Bubblegum Disaster has Sylia (Celia) be loosely related to Bruce Wayne by way of her mother, to the point that she gets to use the Batmobile against the Gryphon in the Episode 4 redux.

Freezing Knights is a 90′s era (ie when the animated series was the biggest Batman media expression of the time thanks to Paul Dini) fanfic which I haven’t read but involves Mr. Freeze being resurrected by GENOM for reasons. Apparently the guy who wrote it wanted to write a sequel involving Ra’s Al Ghul, which also sounds kinda baller. Not much to say about this.

Hopelessly Lost is the second fic from the Worcester-based anime fanfic demigods Zoner and Ben ‘Gryphon’ Hutchinson, wherein the two, loaded up on some cybernetics and endowed with genius gifts, get portal’ed into BGC2032, join the Sabers, make Iron Man suits, etc. I’m not gonna lie, it’s sort of an aesthetic inspiration of mine, the saturation of high-velocity technobabble and punchy action with just a smidge of cute girls to boot. (Of course, what I think I want to write and what I actually enjoy writing and what people give me feedback on are all very different things, hence why I’m sticking with Divine Patronage for now, so long as I can quiet my own idiotic lust for novelty.)

Bubblegum Crisis: The Iron Age is the reboot of Hopelessly Lost, which does away with portals and simply blends Iron Man’s origin story with Gryphon as Tony’s buddy and hooks all that up with BGC. It’s much more well-blended, in no small part because it was written as the MCU was revving up and providing good context for the plot. I can even forgive him leaning more on BGC2040 as a source of inspiration even though I despise 2040 on every possible level (at least he doesn’t crib Sylia’s personality from there, eh?) Alas! Gryph hasn’t updated this one since 2016, and something tells me he’s perfectly content writing more Strike Witches / K-On / Kancolle / Korra / Kemono Friends fanfic. Am I bitter? Me? Oh. You know. A Tad.

I guess my point is that crossing the Sabers over with tech-oriented Western superheroes is not an unprecedented thing. And so I had the misguided sentiment that, hey, maybe people would like if I did this?

Mind you, I’ve learned my lesson. People just straight-up don’t want to read BGC fanfic but they’ll read Ranma. But let me just get this one out of the way.

1. It’s 2066 (a century since the OG Iron Man cartoon’s airing). Mutants never showed up, Norse Gods never did either. Most superheroes, such as they are / were are mostly tech-oriented, arose around World War Three in the 2030′s (between the US and China of course) and kinda flared out. So Tony Stark was Iron Man, once upon a time. But after marrying and having a legitimate son, he largely was content to just make high-tech weapoonry for SHIELD.

2. Satoru Stark is Tony’s son in the 2060′s, an almost-twentysomething with a rebellious streak similar to his own father’s. Mind you, Tony has wisened with age, slowed down his drinking, etc - just not by much. Seeking to keep his son from following in his mistake-laden footsteps (ie the infamous Demon In A Bottle Storyline), he’s working to merge Stark Industries with the Japanese Sakakibara Microindustrial Group - a loose agglomeration of startups who have only barely managed to fend off takeover by GENOM by virtue of sheer technological genius. Hell, maybe he should just hook up Sato early with...

3. Sylia Stingray (nee Sakakibara), the heiress to Sakakibara after her father’s unfortunate death. She and Sato went on playdates once or twice when they were little kids, but they never went well, in part because Sylia was undergoing a sort of hyper-autisic development stage where her dad’s experimental brain-booster implants were wreaking havoc in her preadolescent mind. Still, though, who is she to deny an offer which could be a lifeline for her and the Knight Sabers, her covert-ops superhero squad dedicated to keeping GENOM in check?

4. So neither half of this new couple are exactly ecstatic about their marriage, but maybe so long as one stays out of the other’s way, things should be okay, right? Wrong. Mysterious armored robots - not Boomers, mind you, but something scarier - attack the wedding and get away with killing Tony Stark (or maybe they just kidnap him?)

5. Sato is pissed, needless to say. He’s been vaulted into the position of CEO of his dad’s company at a time when it seems like every faction on the Board wants to either get him to sell out to GENOM or to just usurp him outright. He has responsibilities, obligations, dangers, a bunch of problems that need solving. He doesn’t want to solve his problems with Iron Man, even though his dad left him blueprints for continuously upgrading the suits in tandem with a bit of Stingray’s tech...

6. At least until his wife reveals that she’s been running the Sabers as a team for years, and talks him into helping her use the team as a blunt instrument to weaken their mutual enemies, avenge their respective patricides, and generally kick ass and take names. So the two pool their tech, build new hardsuits, and thus is birthed the Iron Knights. Cute, eh?

Man, the more I write about this the more I’m interested in the concept. Well, hopefully someone will PM me one day and say they’re interested too.