#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

[gnomesagetion]

Missing Gears Chapter 2

Things always go wrong when something good happens. For example: The Thunderbirds were just starting up when Gordon Tracy was the only survivor of a holfoil crash. An engagement of a Tracy son and an ex FBI agent when someone is out to get International Rescue. But sometimes good things come from the bad things in our lives.

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Naomi stepped off Tracy 2. She took a deep breath. This was going to be her home for the rest of her life. “Wait until you’re top side,” Virgil told his fiancé “You’re supposed to be doing post-flight checks,” Naomi laughed “That I should,” Virgil agreed “Why don’t you head up?” Naomi looked around. To the untrained eye the hanger looked like every other hanger. There were cans of fuel and tools for repairs. Spare parts were neatly shelved. But when you knew the secret of Tracy Island, you would see so much more in the hanger. The door which most likely led to the hangers for the famous Thunderbirds. The tiny alarm in the right hand corner. And the open door leading the Tracy Family home. And the small red haired Tracy. “Hey Gordon!” Naomi called out, waving at the 20 year old. The red haired looked up and saw the tall 29 year old. He ran down the stairwell and across the hanger to greet her. “You’re here! You’re finally here!” He says, pulling her into a tight hug. Naomi embraces the fourth son of Jeff Tracy. “Of course I’m here. I’ll always be here for you,” “Thank you,” “No problem. Want to help me with my luggage?” Gordon nodded and picked up the smaller of the two suitcases. Naomi rolled her eyes. “Come on, I’ll show you to your room Miss Winchester,” Gordon noticed the movement and decided to be a porter. “Why thank you,” Naomi smiled as she followed the second youngest Tracy Brother to the hanger door and into the house. A tall Malaysian teen ran past the two adults. “Watch where you’re running Tin Tin!” Gordon called out to the teen. “Sorry Gordon!” The girl told the red head “Sorry Naomi!” “Virgil’s been talking about you and drawing you a lot,” Gordon explained when he saw Naomi’s confused face “That’s Tin Tin Kyrano. She’s Alan’s girlfriend,” “I’m staying at her house until Virgil and I get married right?” “Yep,” “Anyone else I need to know about?” “You ask a lot of questions,” “Of course I do. It was my job,” “True, true. And to answer your question, there’s the Kyrano family; Tin Tin and her parents and then there’s Brains. He’s the local genius,” “Other than John?” “I’d say that they could be an equal match,” Gordon thought about his words carefully. The two friends walked out of the Tracy household and onto the porch. Naomi spotted the pool. “Olympic sized or regular?” “25 metres,” Gordon sighed “Didn’t have enough room for an Olympic one,” “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re a spoiled brat,” “And I’d say that I’m the person caring your luggage and I could easily throw it into the pool,” “And if I remember correctly, I need to be able to lift someone twice your weight with two hands. I have one hand that I use and quite frankly, if you were to throw my stuff into the pool – you’d be joining it,” Naomi shot a murderous glare at the fourth Tracy. “Okay. I won’t throw you things in the pool,” Gordon said, filing the knowledge away “I’ll just have to do find something better,” “I’d like to see you try,” Naomi said, laughing as they continued their way to the Kyrano household.

Naomi had just finished putting her clothes away in a closet when a loud siren blared. “At least I now know what Virgil meant by a really loud bell,” She muttered as she ran out of the Kyrano household and over to the Tracy house. One by one members of International Rescue flooded into the Tracy living room. Virgil, Gordon and Jeff were present. John was on hologram and the other Tracy’s were in America. One for School and the other for business. “What’s problem John?” Jeff asked. “A 5.6 earthquake has struck Christchurch, New Zealand. Buildings have collapsed and a lot of people are trapped,” John explained “This earthquake has caused more damaged than the 5.5 on February 14th in 2016,” “Gordon, you’re taking Thunderbird 1, Virgil and I will go in Thunderbird 2. Tin Tin can run Control,” Jeff said. Jeff turned around to see Naomi. “Any words of advice from our New Zealand expert?” “Watch out for liquefaction, keep clear of cliffs and other tall structures and be prepared for aftershocks,” Naomi replied “Those are the major risks after an earthquake in that area,” “Thanks for the advice,” Virgil said, kissing his fiancé on the cheek before heading off behind a portrait of a rocket. Soon it was only Tin Tin and Naomi in the room. “Anything I can do to help?” Naomi asked “Of course,” Tin Tin replied “But it might not be for a while. So tell me more about the Christchurch area,” “Well its part of the Canterbury region. The super 18 team is the Crusaders and their colours are red and black. Christchurch is known as the Garden City of New Zealand and was home to the Christchurch Cathedral which they had to demolish a few years after the original Christchurch Earthquake. They didn’t know there was a fault line under Christchurch until the first quake hit. And it was also the first place to encounter liquefaction,” Naomi explained “They’ve been plagued with quakes ever since,” “It’s hard knowing your country is in danger and you can’t do anything to help,” Tin Tin said “But International Rescue will be doing everything they can to help,” “I know. I’m just worried about the aftershocks. The February 22nd Earthquake was an aftershock. It was bigger and caused more damage than the first,”

“You were right about that liquefaction Naomi,” Gordon said into his head piece “It’s everywhere,” “And it’s getting on my bird,” Virgil huffed. He could hear laughter from the two female members of International Rescue through his head piece. “We’ll clean it later Virg,” Naomi promised “Any success on finding anyone?” “We’ve managed to find a group of people under a pile of rubble,” Jeff answered “We attempting to do the rescue now,” “I don’t think that’s a good…” John’s thoughts were cut off as Tracy Island shook a little “Idea,” “John?” Naomi asked quickly “Do not tell me that that was an earthquake we just felt,” “You asked me not to tell you that,” John said “Epicentre was off the coast of Christchurch. And it was stronger than the first,” “And what about tsunamis?” Naomi asked “None for Tracy Island yet but there’s a few for the Australian coast,” John replied “I can take Thunderbird 3 out if we need to,” Tin Tin says. John’s hologram frowned. “Have you guys made contact with the others?” Tin Tin and Naomi looked at each other. “Op 6 to Commander, come in Commander,” Tin Tin said into her head set “Op 7 to Op 3, come in Op 3,” Naomi nervously said into her own “Pick up,” “I’m sure they’re fine,” John said “I’ll call Scott and Alan so that they know what has happened. I’m sure that they will be fine. Probably just a communication error,” “We’ll keep trying,”

Three hours later the sound of jets was heard over Tracy Island. Both Naomi and Tin Tin rushed down to the hangers. They were just in time to see Thunderbird 2 roll into the hanger. Naomi sighed. The way that her fiancé had talked about his bird was like her Uncle Dean talk about his wife. There was only two ways that Thunderbird 2 could have come home. Number One was if Virgil was flying her. The other way was if Virgil was hurt and one of his brothers or father was flying. The second way rarely happened. Virgil was just as stubborn as his bride-to-be. And he hated it when someone was flying his bird. “They’re alright,” Naomi whispered “There’s no way Thunderbird 2 would leave without Virg,” “Well no one could have been seriously hurt,” Tin Tin said, checking the hanger log “Thunderbird 1 is already parked,” “And there’s no scratches on it,” Gordon said “Virgil and Dad are fine as well. Although Virgil wants Dad to take it easy with his left arm for a next few days,” “Well go and get cleaned up. You’ve got liquefaction all over you,” Naomi said “And Mum will kill you if you drag… that… all over the house,” Tin Tin agreed “Let us handle your brothers,” Gordon smiled as he walked off to the showers. “So was it your end or our end that closed of communications?” Virgil asked from behind. “Well we still had John on the line and Thunderbird 5 runs off Tracy Island so it must have been your end,” Tin Tin says “Also go and have a shower, I doubt your wife-to-be will hug you otherwise,” “Take as long as you want,” Naomi said “We’ve still got Scott, John and Alan to inform,” “Better you guys than me,” Virgil said “Also – Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets or Star Wars episode 1?” “Harry Potter. Popcorn or Hot Chocolate?” “Both,” “It’s a date then,” Naomi smiled. Virgil followed his immediate younger brother’s footsteps to the showers. “You two make a great couple,” Tin Tin commented “So do you and Alan,” Naomi said “Oh don’t look so surprised. I know exactly who each brother did. So of course I know that you’re the best girl for the baby of the family,” “Thanks. So what were you working on back in the lounge?” “Just something that I was working on when Virgil was in hospital after the whole DC Bombings case. Let’s just say that if my idea comes to life, it might just make our jobs a little easier,” Naomi replied “But I still need to get a few signatures from the FBI Director, the Commander of International Rescue and few world leaders before it can work,” “Just another day at the office then?” “I suppose so,”

[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.