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in1-nutshell · 8 months ago

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Hi, I just recently came across your blog and I really liked it, well done, you write very well, I can't wait to read what you write next time. If I can make a request, then I would like to ask you to write the reaction of TFP Autobots and Decepticons (and maybe humans) to the fact that on one day both sides discovered the vital signals of both factions emanating from the Smithsonian museum. The Autobots arrive at the department of the museum with historical cars to find the Autobot Buddy in stasis in her altforem of the Red Cross car from the time of the First World War. And at the same time, the Decepticons arriving at the museum department with historical aircraft find the Decepticon Buddy also in stasis in his altforem of the World War One aircraft. Both Buddies were sent by their leaders at the beginning of the Cybertron war to explore new worlds suitable for the extraction of energon. And arriving on earth in 1915, they not only continued their war, but also to some extent became part of the human war until one day in 1917, they both plunged each other into stasis. I apologize in advance if there are errors or typos in the text, English is not my native language.

These Buddy's are going to be in for a shock when they figure out they had been gone for a while.

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy's the Bot and Con waking up from stasis after being in WWI

SFW, Platonic, Cybertronain reader

TFP

Bot is red cross car.

Con is a red barron.

Bot is name Red Cross.

Con named Deadloop.

They were both sent to Earth to scout energon.

Once they both land on the planet they are at each other’s throats trying to claim the planet it the name of their faction. Until they realize this planet is also at war.

“You have got to be kidding me!”—Red Cross

“War seems to be following us everywhere my friend…”--Deadloop

“I’m not your friend!”—Red Cross

“We are now! We’re the only Cybertronains on this planet at war. We need to look after each other whether we like it or not!”--Deadloop

“Hmmm…”—Red Cross

Silence…

“What if we helped the good side of this war?”—Red Cross

“Don’t we have our own war to worry about?”--Deadloop

“And they’re lightyears away. I saw we help the good side win; we strike a deal for them not to hunt us down, take the energon reserves and when our sides come no one will be mad. Mission accomplished.”—Red Cross

“…Primus what am I doing… Fine! Don’t have anything better to do.”--Deadloop

After scanning random vehicles, the Cybertronains end up partnering up with Allied forces under a secret organization.

The organization made sure that not many people knew about their existence, which was fine by them.

Deadloop ended up helping arial strikes and dog fights.

It was confusing as they took the form of the infamous Red Baron, but it certainly struck fear in the hearts of the Central Power’s aerial forces thinking their Baron went rogue.

Red Cross ended up taking up learning more about organic medicine to help the troops, especially those who had just come back from the trenches.

They end up becoming good friends with each other and their fellow human companions.

Red Cross fixing Deadloop’s damaged propeller.

“You have to be more careful Loop. The supplies are low with propeller parts.”—Red Cross

Deadloop gives them a smirk.

“You should see the other guys. They’re practically in scrap metal.”--Deadloop

Red Cross shakes their helm a bit while reattaching the new propeller.

A human enters the hangar.

“How’s Deadloop Cross?”

Red Cross looks down at the nurse smiling.

“Mrs. Fowler, the propeller replacement is just about finished. How’s the Mister?”—Red Cross

She smiles a bit.

“He’s doing as good as we all are… There’s something I need to tell you two.”—Mrs. Fowler

Both look at each other before giving full attention to the nurse.

“…I’m pregnant.”—Mrs. Fowler

“…What’s pregnant?”--Deadloop

Red Cross’s optics widened.

“Your having a sparkling!? Loop! She’s having a sparkling!”—Red Cross

Deadloop looks at her wide optic.

“Congratulations!”—Red Cross

“Yeah… wow... did not expect that.”--Deadloop

The nurse looks down a bit.

“Mrs. Fowler? Is something else on your mind?”—Red Cross

“We’ve been talking, the mister and I, about making you two the godparents—”—Mrs. Fowler

Red Cross squeals a bit.

“I’ve heard about that term!”—Red Cross

They put their arm around Deadloop whose optics just grow wider.

Red Cross looks at Deadloop and they both look down at the nurse.

Deadloop kneels down and gently places a digit on Mrs. Fowler’s belly.

“Hey there tiny. This is Deadloop and Red Cross speaking, your grandparents. We can’t wait to meet ya.”--Deadloop

It would be a couple days after that news when Deadloop got shot down in no mans land. Red Cross moving to their friend trying to cover them from the shelling and the mustard gas that was clogging their vents.

The two eventually reverted into vehicle mode before going into stasis.

Us govt kept their bodies in a museum after many of the families and members of the secret unit refuses to burry them or burn them.

Now to present day…

The Autobots and Decepticon’s had recently come across two different signals coming from the museum.

Cons get there first and find the stasis signal coming from a red baron plane.

They take the plane and groundbridge out of there before the bots come.

The bots come and realize one of the signals is now gone.

But thankfully there’s one more.

The signal is coming from a car, and they take it.

After a bit of fixing the bot wakes up and is very startled to see their leader there.

Red Cross stretches a bit.

“Urgh… That hurts…”—Red Cross

They look up to see Optimus.

Their optics widened.

“Prime?! You’re here? Wait where’s Deadloop? Where’s Fowler? Where—”—Red Cross

“How do you know my name?”—Agent Fowler

Red Cross looks at Fowler with shocked expression.

“You’re not the Missus or the Mister… but they didn’t have any siblings that I know about…”—Red Cross

Red Cross looks carefully at their surroundings.

“This isn’t base camp…”—Red Cross

“It’s a good thing your sitting down then. There’s a lot you missed.”--Bulkhead

Optimus explains what happened.

Bot must sit down for a second realizing that all of their friends were dead and was once again thrusted into their own civil war.

They agree to work with them and mainly stay on base with Ratchet as their altmode isn’t suitable for the current times and a heavy limp in one of their pedes thanks to the shrapnel attack had gotten infected.

Red Cross looks sadly at Agent Fowler.

“You have her eyes… and you have his hair.”—Red Cross

“You really knew them?”—Agent Fowler

“Sure did! I met the Missus when she threw an egg at us the first day we met. That was some day.”—Red Cross

Fowler raises and eyebrow.

“An egg?”—Agent Fowler

“Yep! That little bugger gave us quite the scare first time around. Good thing I kicked it before it could hurt anyone.”—Red Cross

“…A chicken egg?”—Agent Fowler

“Chicken? No! An egg! What there’s a new word for that…”—Red Cross

Red Cross thinks for a bit.

“Oh! Grenade!”—Red Cross

“She threw a grenade!”--Miko

With cons…

Con wakes up and is ready to attack the first things they see.

Shocked to see Megatron.

They listen carefully and are slightly relief that their friend wasn’t captured.

But they are still worried for their safety now that Megatron has arrived to this planet.

There was no telling what the warlord would do to their friends.

“I expect to see you back in the sky’s at first light.”--Megatron

Deadloops propeller falls off.

“…Maybe after their not falling apart Lord Megatron?”--Knockout

Megatron nods and leaves.

Deadloop looks at Steve.

“Hey, how are the Granny’s here?”--Deadloop

“The what?”--Steve

“You know the Granny’s? Do we still have them shooting the basic blasts?”--Deadloop

“… Do you mean heavy guns?”--Steve

“Yes? That’s a Granny.”--Deadloop

“…”--Steve

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tfp #tfp x reader #tfp x platonic reader

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yourplaywright · 2 months ago

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Thinking about who would succeed Megatron as Decepticon leader

Like, okay, I have two very specific scenarios in mind: one where Megatron and Optimus are basically teleported away and locked away somewhere and their respective teams have to rescue them (alive!! They all know they’re alive because that changes the scenario a lot) and so someone must lead. The second scenario would be a proper passing of the torch, which I’ll get to later. These both take place in the Generation One Cartoon continuity, also before the 86 movie. No one is dying lol

But…. yeah, who would?

Before we can get to that, we do have to ask: what makes a good Decepticon leader? Like, why does Megatron lead?

My short answer is the fact that Megatron has been the defacto leader for so long now, plus the ideals he embodies. The Decepticons are less like an organised team in the cartoon and are more akin to a pretty dysfunctional military family bitter rivals… who also have space guns. Yeah. As we can see in many episodes, Megatron’s leadership tends to default to ‘Yell And Threaten And Hit’ which works! Some of the time! <Cue One!Starscream saying his bit about strength over another, yada yada.> Megatron pretty much just hits anyone who tries to overthrow him.

… which leads to a pretty nasty power vacuum, like what we saw in the 86 movie, though less intense due to how he’s still There.

Obviously, Starscream tries to swoop in immediately with his ‘MEGATRON HAS FALLEN’ spiel. Cue Shockwave hitting him.

Starscream fails as a Decepticon leader because, despite the fact he’s wickedly smart and does have the firepower and a few followers to back him up, he’s very shortsighted. His flaws lie in how impatient he is, really. Screamer is smart but doesn’t have the (semi) wisdom in leading that Megatron has acquired. Short term gain vs long term consequences hasn’t clicked in his mind yet, and it probably won’t for a while. I believe in one continuity Megatron specifically stated that he was kind of training Starscream to take over as leader for the qualities I mentioned but that he wasn’t ready yet, as evidenced by everything. He has a long way to go before he can lead bots like the Decepticons, even if he won’t admit it.

So, Soundwave, yeah? Dude’s the glue holding this army together, whenever he leaves it all goes to scrap, he’s probably puppeteering Megatron behind the scenes. While very funny, I honestly doubt he’d ever take full control in the cartoon world. He did have a bid for power in the 86 movie IIRC but was content enough to follow behind Starscream when he won. What gives? Soundwave works best as a spymaster/communications guy. He’s in Megatron’s ear as a trusted advisor and someone to fall back on, but he never takes full control. Soundwave flourishes when he’s not in the limelight like Megatron does, dude goes on whole stakeouts where he just chills in altmode until someone gets curious and picks him up (or the infamous lamp transformation). Laserbeak is also a very specific spying tool. Considering how it seems like he has to go at least partially AFK during those sessions, it’s best he works in the shadows to help out the leader behind the scenes. He also strikes me as the kind of guy to really believe in the Decepticon cause beyond Megatron, so he would be forthcoming to a leader who can actually lead (looking at you, Screamer).

Then… Shockwave? Absolutely not, I love my guy but he’s a bit of a joke (CARTOON ONLY. I’m aware he’s actually scary in the comics). My mans got relegated to guard duty on Cybertron, which he fails at REPEATEDLY all the time once the space bridge is open and also those female Autobots kept stealing from him. Dude can’t shoot to save his life, he tries to bid for power and goes down after Astrotrain and Blitzwing make a 5-klick treaty to beat him up a bit. In the situation where Megatron is still alive, I suspect he might even split off from the main ‘Cons to stage his own rescue mission, because half the guys are arguing and the other half are scheming to get rid of Megatron. My favourite girlfailure probably gets captured almost immediately, but it’s the thought that counts.

So who leads the Decepticons? Ahah, clickbait, because I’m saving that for tomorrow. Though a quickfire:

Astrotrain does not get very far, I’m sorry. We saw how he turned out.

Blitzwing, if he had the opportunity, might be somewhat competent accidentally. With his SIC the former coach, he interrupts some Autobot plans and has a basic outline for rescuing Megatron before he’s stopped, either by another ‘Con or the Autobots.

The Constructicons self-destruct. They’re barely functional together and now they have to compete for leadership? Done for, over with. They’re saved by the fact that they form Devastator and can wreck the competition, but Hook complains about the state of the Decepticons, Long Haul wants to best up Autobots, and Scavenger’s best isn’t good enough.

Skywarp and Thundercracker don’t really have personalities ): My boys follow Starscream, being terrible advisors (one moreso than the other).

Waahoo. More to come tomorrow, might mess around and do the Autobots too, who knows!

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enigmatist17 · 4 months ago

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Zane was tired.

He'd traveled and fought his way across the galaxy thrice over, loved and lost those loves because of his job or his attitude. Fair, one of those things he could change, but growing up with the family he had? No, it was too hard to trust, too hard to find someone to truly let behind those iron-clad walls that kept him safe, kept him alive.

Timothy Lawrence seemed to have been born as the exception to this unspoken rule.

Zane felt the urge to shoot the poor guy when he came out from his refuge, after he and the other vault hunters had cut a swath into the cursed casino. To see the face of the infamous Handsome Jack after all these years, of the man who had reigned down terror and murder in droves most bandits even dreamed of? Yea, not an instant way to get a gaggle of strangers to like you. Yet his finger went still when Zane took in the cracked mask and the wild eyes, a sharp whistle stilling the murderous intent in the others he considered allies.

"I-It's not what it looks like, I am not Jack!"

The poor boyo was terrified, and the small ache in Zane's chest was the first sign of his inner walls weakening. It went unheeded as he was in the middle of a job, practically grabbing the not-Jack by the scruff of the neck when the sounds of incoming loader bots got them all moving quickly away and out of sight. The first olive branch that got the four vault hunters to give the not-Jack a small token of trust was taking them to his base, a well-defended area that was tucked out of sight and secure with the flick of a wrist. Not-Jack became Timothy when Zane was able to slouch onto the sole couch in the room, kicking his feet up on the coffee table with a slight groan of appreciation.

He was far too feckin' old for this shite.

Yet it wasn't all bad, he supposed. The Crimson Raiders gave him purpose and a home, and his fellow vault hunters gave him allies when he'd fought on his own since he was born, honestly. It was a strange and dangerous existence, but it was the name of the game, and Zane was an expert at it. Timothy vanished after Moze and FL4K had scouted out a secondary plaza area they would need to clear out the following day, returning when the group was cooking a meal with a few cots for the group and some extra food. He didn't ask for anything they were cooking, and for the first night, they didn't offer some of the fresh food FL4K had brought, even if Timothy was trying not to be obvious with his envious stares. Surprisingly, Zane is the one to drop a bowl of stew next to the blueprints Timothy was studying by the third night, the doppelganger looking up with wide eyes.

"Eat up, we don't have much o' this fresh stuff." Timothy looked like he wanted to say something as he slowly reached for the bowl, the operative raising an eyebrow when he just silently snatched the bowl and moved it out of his reach. It didn't remain full for long, Timothy devouring its contents with a soft noise of content at eating something that wasn't from a vending machine for the first time in years. "Good lad."

"...thank you." As much as the lad sounded like Jack, he didn't at the same time. The tremor of vulnerability and the edge of madness lacing each word with wild eyes was a 180 from the suave and calculated voice that Jack had always used with a sneer, making Timothy just that much...smaller.

He nods, and if Zane lies awake that night thinking of how to make the poor guy smile, that is his own damn business.

A week turns into two, then three, then a month as they claw through the casino that never seemed to end. Their heist crew slowly comes together as Timothy had predicted, and the more victories they stacked up, the more it added just a bit more confidence to Timothy. Genuine smiles started to cross his face more and more, the stammering lessening, and he stopped sleeping underneath the grating to keep a barrier between himself and the vault hunters. Zane was often sitting with Timothy whenever they had spare time to rest up after a good fight, catching him up on things or showing off Zoomer and his digi-clone equipment, something the doppelganger had surprising knowledge of.

"I used to fight with something similar, before I failed Him and was reduced to...this place."

By the time the heist comes, Timothy is so nervous he can't stop pacing back and forth as people try to get some sleep. Grumpy himself, Zane rolls off his cot and trudges over to where the poor guy is, grabbing his hand with the intent of saying something. When skin meets skin, however, Timothy froze and stares at his hand, the feeling of real flesh and blood touching him without pain so...alien.

"Boyo? You need yer sleep." Zane frowned when his words seemed to go unheeded, Timothy just staring at their hands. "Tim?"

"You're so warm." The operative grinned and moved, glad he'd chosen to sleep in his undershirt that left his arms bare, slipping it around Timothy's shoulders with a hum. As expected, the touch was almost too much, Timothy sinking into his side as Zane pulled the doppelganger to his bed. He was asleep by the time Zane pushed him down onto the bed, leaving the older man to keep a short vigil in a chair beside the cot before he dozed off for some needed rest.

It's all the rest he gets for a long time after everything falls apart.

Freddie's betrayal shouldn't have been so surprising, but it was Moxxi's cold demeanor and the echoing screams as Timothy was tortured that really got Zane's dandruff up. Pretty Boy was getting desperate the closer the vault hunters got to his tower, throwing more mechs and anything that could slow down the four fighters the closer they got. The moment the power is cut, Pretty Boy lets out an enraged scream as the vault hunters take a breather after their fight against a massive robot, only to hear Timothy screaming in pain moments later.

"I'm going ta kill that bastard!" Zane snarled, the operative wincing when he tested one of his arms, the limb aching in protest after being slammed into a wall.

"We will soon enough, keep your chin up." Moze tossed him a rejuvinator with a sympathetic shake of her head, the former soldier cracking her neck. "We have to recover tonight, it would be suicide to storm that fortress after a fight this nasty."

More screams cut them off, and the vault hunters gave each other uneasy looks as they headed to the closest New-U station.

Just shy of 24 hours later, Pretty Boy lay dying on the ground as Timothy sacrificed his winning hand to save the station and every soul on board. The doppelganger was definitely worse for wear when he was finally able to tumble off of the cage he'd been trapped in, FL4K able to catch him before Timothy hit the floor.

"You guys came...how 'bout that?"

"Course we did boyo, not leavin' a man behind, eh?" Zane jogged across the temporary battlefield with a noticeable limp, FL4K waiting for the operative to join them before setting Timothy against the consoles behind them. Timothy had definitely been put through the wringer, the brush of cool air against his mutilated arm and various cuts from the lasers that had surrounded him sapping what little strength he had to stay upright. Despite his one leg screaming in protest, Zane slipped an arm around Timothy to steady the other, the other sagging against him with a noise of relief.

"You came back for me..." The duo watched as Moxxi rode the elevator down to what had been Pretty Boy's former throne room, strutting toward them with a pleased look on her face.

"Good work boys, you've started a new era for this place." The hostess of more than a few businesses purred, one hand trailing along the side of Timothy's mask. "Glad you didn't give up sweetheart, too pretty of a face to waste."

"Uh...thanks?" Oh man, Timothy just wanted to sit down, forcing a smile as Moxxi stepped away, getting to work and tearing down the last of the station's security. He doesn't realize Zane queued up transport back to Case de Timothy until the bright light catches his attention, legs buckling the moment they rematerialize. The operator kept him up, however, carefully leading Timothy to the closest cot and lowering him on top of it. Timothy blinks, and finds that his laser burns and other injuries from his torture at the hands of Pretty Boy have been bandaged, Zane currently tending to his recently amputated hand. The operator had shed his jacket and placed it around Timothy's shoulders, humming some song he'd never heard of as he placed an antiseptic cream over the cauterized wound, smirking a bit when he noticed the eyes on him.

"How're ya feelin'?" Timothy shrugged, wondering what was making him feel pleasantly numb. "I gave ye some of the good stuff."

"I feel...so good." He yawned, watching experienced fingers bandage up his arm before setting it in a threadbare sling from deep inside the operator's bag. The vault hunter finally seemed satisfied before popping some pain pills from his bag. His own exhaustion was clear as he moved to sit on the cot beside the former body double, the sound of rushing water and humming machinery the only noises for a few moments.

"I can't believe it's finally over." Zane grunted in acknowledgment as he slowly moved, sighing in relief when he was lying down properly for the first time in days.

"It won't be truly over till we disarm your face, but close enough." Zane shrugged, his biological eye opening when he felt Timothy lie against his side. His arm slipped underneath the back of Timothy's head before he could register the thought, and the shorter man curled into his embrace with a quiet sigh.

With that, Zane realizes he's finally found someone who can get past those walls he'd thrown up so long ago.

And he can't help but want more of it.

#personal #borderlands #borderlands 3 #bl3 #zanothy #zane flynt #zane the operative #timothy lawrence #timothy the doppleganger #handsome jackpot dlc #mad moxxi's heist of the handsome jackpot #I replayed this dlc the other day #and forgot how much I loved it

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enihk-writes · 1 year ago

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YEAR 3XX7, 48TH DAY OF WINTER

this recording has been approved by the federation of mindful nourishment. it is to be used by approved personnel for the stated reasons of: educational and occupational purposes. should it be found that you are in possession of an unauthorised copy of this recording, you are to answer to the intergalactic alliance party's piracy elimination department. failure to do so will result in confiscation and damages to your financial properties.

a drone and feminine robotic voice of the speaker bounced off the walls of the room. the low, blueish light of the television screen flickering was the only illumination the room received, especially with all the windows and openings blacked out with flattened cardboard boxes and thick curtains. this author sincerely hopes that you will never have to step into this room, it's not the best place to be on a weekend. don't even come here because you're curious either. it's...

ugh.

it was hard to even describe the smell inside this room, let alone the goo and gunk and grime that pooled all over the floor. flies and maggots were eating out of the garbage bags thrown to a side of the room, there might be a dead rat buried under that tower of trash — which explains all of the ants and cockroaches scurrying around that area. there were books tied and stacked together on top of unopened boxes collecting dust and abandoned cobwebs. it really says a lot when even spiders refuse to live in this environment. the books weren't in that great of a condition either, with tattered edges and lizard droppings all over, was it a good thing that these were all publications of the unscrupulous kind? perhaps. at least the owner doesn't come home often, if the federation of mindful nourishment ever caught wind of this, let's say he won't be having a good time in questioning.

the following events depicted in this recording are deemed to be authentic. further information about this case can be found on the public archives of the intergalactic alliance party's justice department under the case file numbers Y32XX-SUM27-TO-Y3XX7-WIN48- [REDACTED] -XXXDPT.H#F4T5

THIS COURT HEARING IS FOR:

DEFENDANT

ALIAS: LEI - 雷

REAL NAME : [REDACTED]

FORMER CAPTAIN FOR THE INTERGALATIC ALLIANCE PARTY'S (I.G.A.P) SECURITY DEPARTMENT DIVISION FOUR. DEFECTED TEN YEARS AFTER THE SECOND MAGELLANIC CLOUDS WAR OF 30XX. REASONS UNKNOWN.

CURRENTLY AN OFFICER GONE ROGUE. NO RECOGNISED AFFILIATIONS TO ANY KNOWN REBELLION, TERRORISTS OR OPPOSITION MILITA GROUP. HAS PAST DEALINGS WITH THE ST.SKR GUILD, DETAILS UNKNOWN.

there was a loud booming voice that resounded throughout the courtroom shaped like the stands of an ancient colosseum, silencing the chatter. he reads off from the papers he was holding up, as the recording camera shakily zooms into the central person of this court hearing.

her hair was a mess, edges choppily cut off with no thought, perhaps to shame who they believed to be a vain and promiscuous woman. clearly, her captors hadn't done their due diligence to research about her. because if anything, she was looking as though she really enjoyed her chic new look. and amongst the loud boos and curses thrown at her way, she held her head high. a shameless gesture, some might say, and it looked that way if you were looking at her through the lens of this recording camera.

people have asked those who had been at the court hearing that day to describe to them the aura of the infamous and elusive criminal. most just shook their heads in a trance, there was never a straight answer. some would think of her as a beauty unbefitting of her heinous reputation. some thought that she wasn't all that. everyone did agree that she was someone you couldn't take your eyes off, a performer, an entertainer. she was someone who revelled in the limelight.

ON THE FIRST ACCUSATION TOWARDS THE DEFENDANT,

IN THE YEAR 3X77, YOU BROKE INTO THE LABS OF THE BRAUN'S SCHOOL OF SCIENCE TO WRECK HAVOC ON THEIR OVER MILLINEA-LONG HUMAN CONSCIOUS RESEARCH. CAUSING THEM AND THE GALACTIC SOCIETIES AS A WHOLE TO LOSE VALUABLE KNOWLEDGE THAT COULD PROPEL THE STATE OF HUMANITY FORWARD.

PRISONER [REDACTED] HOW DO YOU PLEAD?

the woman stares up ahead blankly. she chuckles, leaning back with her eyes closed, pondering or perhaps trying to recall the supposed incident. from the flickering grainy footage displayed on the dim screen, one could see the schemes forming in her eyes. though she dropped that, and instead replied, rather nonchalantly.

sure. i did it.

gasps were heard from the spectators. if you were living in this time, the burning of the labs belonging to the braun's school of science could be on par with what our world would know of as the burning of alexandria. you can probably piece together that this was a rather serious offence...

no wonder the I.G.A.P's justice department wanted this woman caught. if this was her headliner crime, one can only speculate what the others would be.

IN THE YEAR 3X81, YOU SHUT DOWN THE FIREWALLS OF THE I.G.A.P SERVERS CAUSING A MASSIVE DATA BREACH WHICH NOT ONLY CAUSED SIGNIFICANT FINANCIAL LOSS FOR THE PARTY BUT ALSO CAUSED HIGHLY SENSITIVE INFORMATION TO BE LEAKED TO UNAUTHORISED PERSONNEL, REVIVING THE DARK MARKET STRIP AND CAUSING THE NEAR COLLASPE OF THE FEDERATION OF MINDFUL NOURISHMENT — ALL TO ACCUIRE THE FULL VOLUMES OF SOME OUT-OF-PUBLICATION B-RATE NOVEL?

PRISONER [REDACTED] HOW DO YOU PLEAD?

a pause.

alright, but you have to admit that you would do it too if you were me. god, i swear i almost went crazy when i couldn't find the full series anywhere!

the attendees of the courtroom looked at each other nervously. was this the humour of a criminal? as expected, normal hardworking folk like them could never hope to understand the absurdity of wanting something you can't have when everything you've ever needed in life can be provided in a snap of a finger. they thought she was just greedy and a good-for-nothing that flew too close to the sun, and was now throwing a temper tantrum all because she can't have what she wants.

she never hoped they would understand her actions. nobody had to understand her reasons, so long as she didn't lose sight of her goal. this trial meant nothing in her grand scheme of things.

the loud booming voice kept reading off the list until he reached the last offence recorded. he looks over to see the woman sitting slumped back on the chair, looking bored of the trial. he looks over the words on the paper again.

he wonders quietly how she would react.

he clears his throat.

ON THE LAST ACCUSATION TOWARDS THE DEFENDANT,

DURING THE SECOND MAGELLANIC CLOUDS WAR OF 30XX, YOUR FELLOW CAPTAINS OF DIVISIONS THREE, FIVE, SEVEN AND NINE DIED FROM A COWARDLY, INTERNAL ATTACK PLOTTED AND CARRIED OUT BY YOU. THEIR BODIES RECOVERED IN WORSE SHAPE THEN THEY HAD LEFT BASE IN, ALL WHILE YOU HAD FEIGNED IGNORANCE TO THIS INCIDENT, EVEN GOING SO FAR AS TO PLEDGE YOUR LOYALTY TO THE I.G.A.P AND PROMISING TO FIND THE PERPETRATOR AND THEN FALSELY ACCUSING YOUR SUPERIOR OF THE MISDEED IN AN ATTEMPT TO COVER UP YOUR TRACKS.

PRISONER [REDACTED] HOW DO YOU PLEAD?

there was a low crackle that revved up in frequency before—

BOOM!

the sheer pressure of the crash caused the recording camera to shake violently, everyone flinched at the loud noise. a few brave ones peered to look at what was happening below. when the dust settled, everyone could see that the stand the announcer with the loud resounding voice was standing behind had been blown to smithereens, the wood all broken and splintered. the only indication of what might have happened was the smoking pile of ash at the point of impact.

everyone on the court shuddered.

they've forgotten, amongst all the ridiculous seemingly harmless nature of the crimes, that she was once the shining star of the I.G.A.P's security department. the prodigy who could wield the untameable element of lighting like it was nothing at the young age of fifteen, going on to achieve feats in battle no one ever could at her age, becoming the captain of her own special unit. in the short span of ten years, she reached her peak in the department.

and then, the war happened.

it was probably then that she began to fall from grace. the icarus that flew too close to the sun, the stray thunderbolt that you see before a hurricane, warning you of the disaster to come. she fell and she fell, deeper and deeper into the seedy underbelly of the illicit cosmic societies. she joined hands with former enemies and her current foes were those whom she rubbed shoulders with once upon a time.

right now, she stood in court, dirty and unkempt. a far cry from her glory days. how pitiful. the session should end now before she loses control and harms the innocent civilians.

prisoner [redacted] how do you plead?

the look of pure, liquid hatred dripping from her gaze at the new somewhat unfamiliar voice made everyone hold onto their beating heart rising in their throats. that voice. oh, that sickening voice. she would know that god-awful ear-grating, stomach-turning, nauseating voice anywhere in the universe, through the fabric of time in any life she was put into.

her eyes meet those of the superior she had so-called falsely accused all those years ago. he sits perched on his little throne up in the stands, ever so poised and elegant. his posture was impeccable even after all this time. how frustrating.

the superior only smiles, eyes crinkling up gently at her childish display. oh, she was as adorable as he remembered. he finds it sad that he couldn't tame this feral kitten he had picked up years ago. no matter though. there was always another chance in the near future. for now, he had to punish the wrong-doer.

the images flashing on the television screen stills. a sigh was heard as the metal legs of a stool scrapped on the floor, the figure residing in the corner of the room watching the video silently so far stood up stretching. with a few good slaps on the television hood, the record stirs and the camera soon pans over to show the image of the girl's superior.

a clean-looking fellow.

the figure scoffs, still not used to seeing his own face in the reflection of the screen. she's always hated that he looked flawless. and if that was one way to get her attention, he sure as hell was going to take that chance with both hands.

oh, his poor little girl, if only he had a higher standing in the I.G.A.P, he would have cleared all her charges and brought her back to the security department as captain of division four. he would have silenced any noise of her former defection, her supposed betrayal against her former allies. oh, they wouldn't understand your burning passion for justice. he did, he always did.

so he'll stay behind and work hard for her. as she goes off for her execution, he will stay behind and work hard so that when she finally comes back to him as the fresh face recruit with no memory of her sins, he would be ready to welcome her back with open arms.

he chuckles at his dreams, taking a sip out of the can he was swirling in his hands. the carbonated drink was sour, bland, flat and warm all at once. but he didn't care. his eyes were trained on one thing.

the television screen.

and it plays the recording of her court hearing.

again,

and again,

and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again,

and again,

until the screen finally blacked out from short-circuiting.

#enihkwrites #thunder bolts in a clear sky #tbcs #return of the blossoming blade x reader #return of the mount hua sect x reader #chung myung x reader

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conkreetmonkey · 1 year ago

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Why I was banned from r/curatedtumblr: a very belated explanation/apology post

Before migrating here from Reddit, I used to be a regular participant in r/tumblr as a commenter, then r/curatedtumblr when r/tumblr became unusably bloated with repost bots, and the useless mods did nothing because Reddit's leadership system is dumb and broken. Hence the name, curated tumblr; an r/tumblr replacement that was actually moderated. All of the regulars, including me, migrated there, and now r/tumblr is like 90% karma-farming bots endlessly upvoting each other, presumably so the accounts can later be sold for advertising or political astroturfing purposes. Happens all the time.

I explain this because it's important to understand that a) I was a part of the community for quite a while, and b) r/curatedtumblr was heavily moderated, so as to avoid the mistakes of its predecessor. Fine and dandy.

I was a high schooler at the time, terminally online and working a shitty fast food job to save up for the PC I'm typing this on. Thus, I'd spend the days endlessly interacting with the people on r/curatedtumblr, and the evenings working at a Taco Bell, unable to use my phone until breaktime.

One day, I forget the exact context, but the subject of r/FDS came up, which for those of you who are unaware is a hive of femcels. Named as an acronym for Female Dating Strategy, the sub was infamously sexist towards men, going on about things like "high/low value males" and how men below 6' were inhuman scum and basically doing everything incels do but with the gender roles flipped. And just like incels, everyone there was unaware the real reason The sub featured a nauseating glittery pink colour scheme a la Claire's, and everybody there talked like a popular high school girl in a Nickelodeon movie, all "yaaaaaass queen" "you go girl!" and shit like that.

So this sub comes up, and if memory serves we were shitting on it, or at least I was? Again, the context has been lost to memory, and since the sitewide search tools you used to be able to use to find multiple year old comments have all kicked the bucket, and the Reddit UI for finding old content is stupid and requires you to trudge through the entire histroy of a user chronologically until you find what you're looking for with no option to jump to the desired time period, I'm probably never going to be able to find it. I was making fun of the kind of shit they said on that sub, and I said something like "yass kween dump his low-value ass he only makes 800k a year ur worth more gurl," and then went to work.

Now, I didn't know it at the time, but as I worked, somebody saw the comment and thought I was mocking AAVE. They accused me of being a "4 Chan Nazi." Things kind of snowballed from there. Now, and this is embarassing and I've been hesitant to admit to it, but I'm here to explain and apologize, so:

when I was in high school, I did not know what AAVE meant.

I took offense to being accused of being a Nazi, and I forget what my reply was, but it was snarky towards the accuser, which made me look like a POS. Since I did not know what AAVE was, I did not refute the claim that I was making fun of it, and this made me look really, really bad to anybody who did.

I was then banned for this alleged racism. I looked up what AAVE was, realized I totally did look like a racist in that situation, but rather than fight the allegations, me, being an anxious teenager, instead eternally procrastinated on doing so, afraid of further anger directed at me.

It was a dumb choice to make, because now I'm afraid anybody on here from r/curatedtumblr who remembers those days might still think of me as "that guy who turned racist out of nowhere and then ran off." It's been eating at me for years, so I've decided it's time to rip the bandaid off and finally clear the air. I should have done this a very long time ago.

tl;dr, I made a string of bad decisions that made me look like a racist piece of shit. I could have easily undid this by immediately explaining the situation, but being an anxious, then-internet-inexperienced kid at the time, the sudden social rejection scared me, and I hid from the problem.

I'm sorry. It was a bad move. I never intended to mock AAVE, nor appear as if I was doing so. It's a valid English dialect, it's culturally important, and I respect it and those who speak in it. I apologize to anybody I may have offended by accidentally appearing to imply otherwise.

I hope anybody from those days who still remembers me can find it in their hearts to forgive me. Or they can choose not to, as is their right. I'm not here to beg for forgiveness, I'm here to finally explain things and put them to rest. This is what happened, I am sorry, and I hope you also see it as a poorly-handled misunderstanding and nothing more. I just needed to finally move on from this.

#r/curatedtumblr #r/tumblr #reddit #apology post #apology #explanation post #explanation

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star-keepr · 1 year ago

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gonna write something idk

i got MAJOR art block which is usually my body's way of telling me it's time to begin writing again so I'mma see if that's what's happening 😗

Summary: Moondrop (yeah the animatronic) finds a child that can't/won't sleep. No TWs I can think of except like,,, insomnia? This one's pretty safe :]

Red eyes glimmered through the darkness of the daycare, lazily cascading across the place from up above. If they listened closely, little [name idk] could hear the soft mechanical creaks as the creature above flew from play structure to play structure. It was rather unnerving, the constant staring, and it made the atmosphere a very uncomfortable one to try and sleep in. [Name] shifted around under their blankets restlessly, yawning. They've been trying not to provoke the dreaded moon monster or whatever the other kids called him, and [name] understood why. Those horrible red eyes felt like they were burning into them like lazerbeams. It was almost a sickening feeling, but to be fair [name] wasn't exactly fond of staring in general. Soft colored glowy stars peppered the ceiling, their glow only being interrupted by the dark silhouette of the moon monster thing and the string it was attached to. [Name] had had enough of this trying to sleep, it clearly wasn't going anywhere. They kept one eye open and focused on the silhouette until the red eyes were not visible, and that's when they darted toward one of the play structures. They stopped and sat for a minute in pure silence to see if they got caught, but to their pleasant surprise it seemed the moon man had not noticed. Taking note of that, [name] quietly padded deeper into the structure, taking care not to make anything creak obnoxiously. They've heard countless horror stories from others who weren't so lucky in their ventures. [Name] wasn't exactly sure what they were going to do now that they had pulled off their plan, but anything was better than trying to pretend to sleep under the watchful eye of the moon man. They wished desperately that the lights would come on soon and that sun guy would come back out, but this only made the wait longer and more agonizing. The soft creaks of the moon man started sounding closer and closer as [name] crawled higher into the play structure, and at one point [name] was certain that the moon man was right above them, causing them to freeze. They peered down to the sleeping area to see if they had been noticed, but there was nothing so far. How lucky! [Name] spent a while dinking around among the play structures, eventually creating a little game with the goal being not to get caught by that moon man. Their luck didn't last forever though, and as they came upon another ledge (protected with a net of course), they saw the moon man had descended from his perches up high to inspect the sleeping area, only to find that [name] wasn't there. The moon monster man seemed upset now, whether it was rage or worry [name] wasn't sure. The moon man then reconnected the wire to its back and ascended to the top of the daycare again, this time searching every little nook and cranny it could find. Were they in the ballpit? No... The big double doors aren't open so they couldn't have left the area... Needless to say it didn't take long at all before the moon man narrowed his options down to the play structures. Once [name] caught onto this, they tried to run deeper into the play structure from where they were, but forgot to take account of the noise they'd make while doing so. The moon man immediately located them and flew into one of the areas through the slide opening, grabbing [name] by the back of their pajama shirt.

"Well well well, an escape artist..."

The moon man cooed in his unnerving raspy voice. The bot had gotten over the infamous glitch that almost killed a kid, but it left it with those red eyes and that awful voice. It was... Still oddly comforting in a way, but [name]'s immediate fear completely outweighed that. [Name] was about to yell when they remembered that it would wake up everyone else which would only piss the moon man off more. So instead they resorted to violent thrashing as the moon man lifted them off the ground a bit.

"Hey, hey, calm down. I won't hurt you..."

"Y-you will! I've heard the stories-!"

The moon man almost seemed to giggle about the silly over exaggerated horror stories the children always came up with.

"Well I must admit, I don't take kindly to the ones that disobey and try to stay awake, but... Don't wake the others and I believe we can break even."

Despite the moon man giggling to itself, [name] didn't find that nearly as funny, treating it as more of a threat than a joke.

"Can you at least let me down?"

"I could, but..."

The moon man tilted his head.

"I really don't want to go through the trouble of catching you again if you run away, neither can I afford to risk waking up everyone else because of you. I know you don't trust me, most children don't, but surely you must understand the severity of my duties."

[Name] just blinked at the bot. They had only picked up about half of those words. The moon man sighed.

"How about we introduce ourselves?"

He inquired with a soft voice, gently setting [name] down; still keeping his hands near them in case they attempt an escape. [Name] just cowered clearly still afraid of the moon man. Taking their silence into consideration, the moon man decided to speak first.

"My name is Moon, but I've been given many nicknames. Some I recall are Moony, Moondrop, and Moonrise. What is your name, little star?"

He held out a lengthy hand for [name] to shake. It was much bigger than theirs.

"Is it true that you eat kids???"

Moon seemed surprised by this and chuckled lightheartedly.

"Oh dear, those silly stories really have been getting out of hand... No, I don't eat children. At least... Not the good ones."

With this he shot [name] an evil smirk. Despite it being a playful one, he still got enjoyment out of their terror which only made him giggle more.

"Hey! That's not funny, Moon!"

"Shh... don't wake the others."

[Name] went silent, prompting Moon to speak up again.

"So... Why is it that you aren't asleep right now?"

They shifted uncomfortably.

"I don't like the way you have to stare at everyone. It's creepy."

"But star, how else will I be able to ensure your safety?"

"I just- I don't like being watched."

"Well sure, I understand. But it is my job. I can't please everyone all the time, and when it comes to your safety, I'd rather not please you than my programming."

With this he tapped [name]'s nose gently.

"If you just go to sleep, I'll be gone faster and you won't even have to worry about me doing that. I hope you realize Sun does the same thing, he just prefers to stay on the ground and interact with everyone a bit more."

[Name] stayed silent.

"Is there any other way I could help you fall asleep, little star?"

"..."

"Hm?"

"I- I just don't wanna sleep. Not tired."

Moon used his scanners to detect that [name] was, in fact, very tired.

"You sure?"

"...Yeah."

"Not even a lullaby could change that?"

"I'm 10 now, lullabies are for babies."

An idea then came to Moon's head and he smiled.

"Alright then, let's make a friendly little bet. I will sing you a lullaby and try to get you to fall asleep, and if you do, you have to promise not to sneak off to the play structures ever again."

[Name] seemed to perk up at a challenge.

"...And if I win?"

"Hmm..."

Moon took a moment to think, his red eyes perusing across the room.

"If you win, I'll let you stay up and be as loud as you want forever and ever. No exceptions."

They lit up at this, very eagerly ready to accept this challenge. And all they have to do is stay up? Easy!

"You've got a deal, moon man."

[Name] declared confidently.

"Wonderful."

Before [name] had room to say another word, Moon had swooped them up and began to cradle them in his lap, slowly rubbing their head and draping a blanket over them. The whole time, [name] was beyond confident they'd win this challenge. Nothing could stop them, not a silly blanket, nor a... comfy place to lay... or really comforting repetitive motions... No, none of it could deter them from their path to endless all-nighters. A soft chime sequence began emitting from the bot's chest, and soon he began singing, a surprisingly comforting sound given the voice. It was... Beautiful to say the least, and before [name] knew it, they were out like a light. What a pleasant defeat, though.

"Nighty night, little star."

#fnaf moon #moondrop #moon fnaf #moon security breach #security breach daycare attendant #security breach moondrop #security breach fanfic #comfort fic #i love yall #security breach moon fic

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ericaportfolio · 7 months ago

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Disney’s The Gremlins Over the Years Chapter 2: Gremlin Gus (Part 1)

Due to the recent events with Epic Mickey Rebrushed, I decided to make posts dedicated to Disney's infamous characters from the canceled WWII movie The Gremlins. The character designs of these guys have changed many times during the concept art process and over the years. If you just discovered this post, here is Chapter 1 in the link below.

Today, this is a collection of our favorite bowler hat fellow, Gremlin Gus. For those discovering this, in summary, Disney was making WWII movies and shorts for the war effort. They were going to adapt Roald Dahl's first book about these guys, and several things like people getting tired of war movies and figuring out how to make the movie, which was canceled. Just like the story, Gremlin Gus's role in the story changed as well. Here's the breakdown of Gremlin Gus over the years. Also, get ready for SPOILERS!

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of War, World War II History, Nuclear Warfare, the Nazis and Hitler, and Death.

Early Concept Art: From the early versions of Gremlin Gus by Bill Justice, Disney animator and engineer, There were versions where he looked ancient, slightly old but fit, or, possible theory, his natural hair color is white, but he aged poorly due to stress. Shout out to ZOLTAR'S FORTUNE on eBay, posting the Photocopies (the last three).

Cosmopolitan Magazine (1942): The earliest release of "The Gremlin" story was in the December 1942 issue of Cosmopolitan magazine. Someone posted the full Article on the site, but I might post another one for each illustration. So stay tuned for that! But for now, here are Gremlin Gus's Designs. In the colored cover of "Introducing the Gremlins," Gremlin Gus has his green skin, a brown helmet, a broken horn, a pair of glasses, his bowler hat between his horns, and missing his mustache. In the original story, the Gremlins once lived in the forest of England, staying out of the way of the humans building towns or fighting each other. That was until the 1940s when World War II started. A bunch of workmen began to cut down the entire wood to build a plane factory to fight against the Nazis. The Gremlins swear revenge by sabotaging the planes without knowing what's happening in the outside world. One day, Pilot Gus of the Royal Air Force (RAF) fights in the Battle of Britain, where he becomes the first human to see a Gremlin. So Pilot Gus and his buddies get harassed by these guys, including their leader, Gremlin Gus. Will the pilots find a way to befriend these little guys before someone gets hurt?

Concept Art Upgrade: Now, here's starting to look like the Gremlin Gus we know! These would eventually be the final book and promotion designs.

The (Controversial) Life-Saver Ad (1943): AKA the ad Roald Dahl hated, but Walt Disney thought differently. Here, Gremlin Gus has a green helmet, his bowler hat is missing, and he has pale skin.

Dell War Heroes (April 1943): This is a sample from a six-page adaptation of the story featured in a Dell War Heroes comic book. The writer and artist are unknown. Here, Gremlin Gus has a green helmet, his bowler hat is now on his horn, had pale skin, and orange gloves. The most significant difference between the Article and this comic is that Gremlin Gus accidentally hurt Pilot Gus, and the plane they were in caught on fire. After a close parachute escape, Pilot Gus confronts Gremlin Gus when he finally learns why the Gremlins were sabotaging the aircraft. With that, Pilot Gus showed sympathy, saying that if the Gremlins started helping the RAF pilots fight and win the war, the Gremlins would get a new home. The same new home in Return of the Gremlins that the Gremlins have to fight to save years later.

The First Treatment (May 18, 1943): The first version of the movie treatment was 155 pages long. Gremlin Gus is both the leader of the Gremlins and the teacher of the widgets, the children of the Gremlins. While reading a newspaper, he discovers a pilot named Rip Wilson (a renamed version of Pilot Gus), who looks like a young Fred Astaire, hasn't had a situation regarding the Gremlins. Later, Gremlin Gus overhears Rip, saying he doesn't believe in Gremlins. With that, the Gremlins make him sick and get Rip into an accident. However, the Gremlins save Rip because they don't want to kill him. They just wanted to destroy the plane in revenge. Later in the hospital, Gremlin Gus reveals what happened to their woods. This causes Rip to explain what's going on with the war and how much of a threat Hitler is to everyone. At the very same time, the radio that's been on in Rip's room broadcasts a speech of Hitler insulting the Gremlins for destroying their planes. This causes the Gremlins to convert to the Allies' Cause to defeat the Nazis.

Disney's The Gremlins Book (June 1943): Finally, here's the Gremlin Gus we know and love! Here is one of Bill Justice's colored paintings from the book. I highly recommend looking through all the paintings from the book because Bill Justice does justice to these guys! The part where Pilot Gus and Gremlin Gus escape the plane and the deal the Gremlins will get a new home from the comic was added to the book. Though Gremlin Gus doesn't accidentally hurt Pilot Gus. But there's a moment in the book in the original Article where Pilot Gus is sick, and Gremlin Gus tries to tell him not to go and does get hurt. At the end of the book, the reformed Gremlins help Pilot Gus get back into the air.

Walt Disney Comics and Stories #33 (June 1943): A new group of pilots believed the Gremlins were fairytales in this two-page adaptation. Jokes on them since what they said enraged the Gremlins that they mess with the guys. Gremlin Gus has green skin, a nose, a yellow helmet, and brown gloves.

The Second Treatment (June 9, 1943): In this 100-page long treatment, instead of being the leader of the Gremlins, Gremlin Gus's and Gremlin Jamface's characters are merged when Gremlin Gus is caught befriending a human pilot. Gremlin Gus is put on trial, where he explains the RAF pilots are the good guys fighting against the Nazis invading their homes. Suddenly, an unexploded German bomb crashes into the court gathering, proving Gremlin Gus correct. In this version, the writers were trying to get away from Gremlins harming the aircraft to make them "sympathetic" and focus on the Gremlin society and why they're destructive. Any material of Hitler in the first treatment is all gone in the second one and was replaced with the bomb. However, there was another version of the story where the Gremlins did have their own version of a Gremlin Hitler that Gremlin Gus and the others had to defeat before joining the Allies before he caused problems for everyone, too.

Donald Vs. The Gremlins (July 1943): This is the crossover we would get years later by Walt Kelly. Gremlin Gus has yellow gloves, a brown belt, and brown shoes.

Walt Kelly's Comics (July 1943-1944): Walt Kelly would make 8 comics about Gremlin Gus or both Gremlin Gus and two widgets getting in trouble at the airfield for a year. Here, Gremlin Gus has a Green helmet and gloves, a red shirt and boots, blue pants, green skin and nose, and missing his bowler hat.

Storyboard Short (1943): This is a sample of a 1943 storyboard when the production went from feature film to short film. The story drastically changed when the movie was cut down to an animated short. Instead of living in the woods, they lived in their cloud kingdom, making fun of humans trying to learn how to fly. That was until WWII broke out, and the modern warfare planes began to destroy the Gremlins' home. The Gremlins vow to destroy the aircraft for causing chaos and disrupting their lives. In the short, the story goes back and forth between the human pilots and the Gremlins interviewing their their bosses after an incident where Wellington aircraft caused damage while making an emergency landing. These are my favorite snippets of Gremlin Gus.

B-17F, 560th Bomb Squadron (1943 - 1946): This Gremlin may not look like Gremlin Gus, but this is one of his famous insignias and patches. The patch would be worn by members of the 388th Bombardment Group (Heavy), 560th Bomb Squadron, Eighth Air Force.

Some Time Never: A Fable for Supermen (1948): The last book Roald Dahl wrote something about the Gremlins was an adult novel and character names changed to prevent lawsuits (except this one pilot, Stuffy, got to keep his name). In this story version, the gremlins were the world's rulers, but the humans forced them underground. They briefly returned to the surface during the Battle of Britain and began sabotaging the RAF aircraft. They eventually decide to go back underground, believing humanity will destroy themselves, which happens with two more World Wars that are very similar to the Fallout TV Show opening.

Gremlin Gus's Counterpart in this story is named the Leader. The Leader takes on a bit of a villainous role, having black and lidless eyes that glowed "with a strange hypnotic, almost fanatic lustre", a bowler hat greener than others, and a deep voice. But just like all villains, this one keeps his people underground once again to watch the humans die out so they can take over the world again; they get their comeuppance, but this time, the Leader doomed his people. When they emerged again, nothing was left, and the Gremlins disappeared, too. Despite the book not being that good, it was quite a sad read when I managed to get a copy of this book years ago. The book was never reprinted, so I had to get help from the local library to find a copy. The book was a flop with primarily negative reviews. Still, it did get some praise from the Glasgow Herald and The Saturday Review. It's also historically one of the first books about Nuclear Warfare. Recently, @gremlin-tails made a blog with the whole book posted online for reading. The link to the entire book is down below.

Fun Fact: If you guys remember Snoozeberries from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, they're actually the berries the Gremlins eat in the story.

Part 2 Coming Soon...

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berpendar · 11 months ago

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How Talking to Strangers on Internet Teach Me a Few Things About Myself

I spent most of my 2023 talking to strangers on the internet — lots of them.

The journey began around April. As a third year university student who participated in independent study program, I had a lot of free time. Aside from working and studying, I didn't have much to do. Just right when the boredom was about to kick in, I downloaded Telegram.

Initially, I installed the app to find out about specific news that was circulating only on this platform. (Don't worry, I wasn't looking for porn, illegal or weird stuffs.) I intended to uninstall the app after I got what I was searching for. But, as I was about to do so, I thought to myself, "Why not try the infamous anonymous chat bot?"

So, I did.

And as you might already expect, I got hooked.

My introduction to Telegram then led me to another discovery and, some may say, addiction.

One day, when I was scrolling through Twitter, I came across discussions about an unfamiliar app called Voisa. According to people, it's like the call version of the anonymous chat bot. Intrigued, I promptly installed the app and, to my surprise, it felt so much more convenient that I stopped using the anonymous chat bot altogether.

But that's the thing with anonymous chat bot and application like Voisa. You can meet various people from different regions, countries, or even continents. If you're interested, you can exchange social media information with the person you're talking to. After that, you can choose to continue the conversation or end it and return to your real life activities. Or you can look for another strangers to converse with if you haven't had enough. These apps are incredibly convenient to use.

A nice way to kill time, to escape the boredom, to fill the void.

I don't talk to strangers everyday though, obviously. I only do it whenever I have the time and energy to deal with people I have no initial knowledge about who they are and what they're capable of doing during the short time we're in contact.

You see, there are a lot of strange people in this world, and I've met a few of them thanks to these apps. Aside from perverted individuals, I've had experiences talking to people I wouldn't even bother to interact with in real life. There are those who refuse to listen to what the other person has to say, individuals who adopt the 'I'm much older than you, I have lived much longer than you, and you're a girl much younger than me; so you should listen to me' attitude, and the 'Damn, we click so much. Is this destiny? Seems like I don't have to look anywhere else for a bride. I want you' type of guy. The list can go on. All in all, I've had my fair share of encountering unpleasant experiences there.

And yet, despite the peculiar and occasionally unpleasant encounters I've had, I never grow tired of talking to strangers and continue to use the app.

The main reason to explain my situation is I'm simply bored and lonely. Hence, I seek some social stimulations. Another reason is that the more I interact with other people, the more I learn about myself.

Sometimes I talk to a person, be it my friend or people I just know, and they ask me this type of question: "What's your type in men?"

Such a simple question, but I always find it's hard to answer.

It's not that I don't have any type or preference. It's just easier for me to point out a few things I dislike instead of the things I like.

I don't like it when a person treats me like an object. I don't appreciate it when someone doesn't want to listen and empathize. I don't take it kindly to someone trying to dictate my thoughts and actions. I'm not keen of a person who interacts with me while imposing preconceived expectations or imaginations about who they think I am.

My experiences of talking to strangers on the internet helps me find the most suitable word to summarize the previous paragraph.

Respect.

I would like to be treated with respect.

I want them to treat me as someone deserving of being listened to, who is capable of experiencing emotions, who lives a different life and therefore has different values, experiences, and approaches compared to them — I want them to treat me like another equal human being.

Sometimes I wonder whether I ask too much for wanting to be treated with respect. However, when I think about it, who doesn't want to be respected? I think it's pretty normal for wanting this type of treatment. It's the bare minimum we tend to forget.

So, with this being said, I would like to remind myself.

If there's someone who makes me feel bad for wanting to be treated with respect, maybe I'm just talking to the wrong person.

#journal #reflection #respect

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britesparc · 1 year ago

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Weekend Top Ten #608

Top Ten Supporting Monsters from The Nightmare Before Christmas

So Halloween is upon us once again, and therefore I need to make some kind of tenuous spooky-themed list. It is what it is.

So this Halloween I’m looking at one of the best creepy flicks that’s also, y’know, for kids, and also a Christmas movie in disguise (disguise being a really big part of Halloween, natch). I am of course talking about Henry Selick’s wonderful stop-motion spooktacular, The Nightmare Before Christmas, which – scarily enough – is thirty years old this year.

One of the (many) things I love about Nightmare is its cast of characters. Yes, obviously, the main guys and gals are tremendous; Jack Skellington, all angles and spider-walks, is an empathetic delight as the lead, and he’s backed up by Catherine O’Hara on adorable form as Sally, with creepy doctors, mayors, various holiday personifications, and the genuinely creepy Oogie Boogie all filling up the film’s cast nicely. However, I’m not going to talk about those guys today. Nope, I’m focusing on the background freaks.

Nightmare is, infamously, referred to as Tim Burton’s The Nightmare Before Christmas on most posters and imagery associated with the film. This despite the fact that he didn’t write or direct it; he serves as a producer but, more importantly, he came up with the story and even the original designs of some of the characters (and, I believe, the famous Spiral Hill). Whilst sticking his name on the cover had the unfortunate effect of sidelining the less-famous people who actually made the thing, day-in and day-out, there is definitely a very strong Tim Burton-y vibe to the whole thing, and the various artists and designers did an excellent job in translating the look and feel of his scratchy drawings into 3D models.

Anyway, the result of all this is that we get a film populated with a ton of fantastic background freaks. Horrific zombies, angry ghouls, old-school monsters, dead people, and tons more besides; the many denizens of Halloween Town are delightfully macabre. It’s especially impressive considering that, for what is ostensibly a kids’ film (a Disney film, no less) it does go to some very sinister places with some of these characters.

This, then, is a celebration of those guys, gals, and ghosties; the horrific and loveable Halloween Town residents. The backup singers for the Pumpkin King. And, yes, I’m stretching “main characters” far enough to include Lock, Shock, and Barrel, the three “Boogie Boys” – just in case you’re wondering where they are. They’re off in their groovy perambulatory bathtub.

Now. What’s this?

Corpse Child: he’s part of a whole Corpse Family, who could all be championed, but I’ve singled him out coz he’s special. A little dead toddler-bot, looking like he’s been dredged from a lake, with his eyes all sewn up in rather disgusting fashion; he reminds me a little bit of some of the little buggers from Burton’s The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy and Other Stories. Truly freakish and disturbing. Cute.

Winged Demon: is he a bat? Is he a child? Who knows, but this is another distorted and disturbing monstrosity, some kind of tiny bat-thing with an enormous head who gets about by walking along on the tips of his oversized wings. Batty.

Monster Who Lives Under the Bed: only glimpsed in darkness during the opening number, this guy gets a high spot because he’s just frankly terrifying. Visible only as a pair of glowing red eyes and a set of razor-sharp fangs glinting in the darkness, he describes himself as “the one hiding under your bed, teeth filed sharp and eyes glowing red.” I mean, what? This is meant to be a kids’ movie!

Wolfman: rather simple this fella but I like him. He’s a werewolf. He’s a wolf-man. He’s a slightly portly boy with tiny legs, wearing a nice yellow lumberjack shirt that’s too small for him (I can relate). He’s basically the audience surrogate for all the dads.

Behemoth: another big boy, this fella is a bit slow on the uptake, wearing dungarees that scream “body disposal”, and he has an axe lodged in his cerebellum. Like Wolfie, he’s adorable; the fact he appears to be properly dead makes him a bit freakier mind.

Clown with the Tear-Away Face: another one of the truly terrifying buggerlugs from the opening number, Clowny is a scary clown (check one) riding a unicycle (check two) who can – get this – remove his face leaving nothing but a yawning chasm of darkness behind (check three). Beats making balloon animals, I guess.

Melting Man: I don’t know what to tell you about this guy. He looks like he’s made of toffee. Or possibly shit. He’s a sticky, dripping, melting… man. Really, he’s gross. You wouldn’t want him round your house unless your furniture had those plastic coverings on it from the eighties.

Monster Who Lives Under the Stairs: the third “Monster Who”, this one boasts a fairly Burton-esque design, with his long stripy neck reminiscent of the Beetlejuice sandworms. He’s got a long beakish face, with at least one huge spider living on top of his head. Oh, and his fingers are basically snakes. Yeah. What’s not to love?

Mr. Hyde: Mr. Hyde is a truly freakish looking bloke, with his Victorian stovepipe and all; he looks more like Jack the Ripper. Anyway, like a Russian Doll crossed with an undertaker, he has smaller versions of himself inside himself, which pop out to give him a hand with stuff. It’s a bit weird, really.

The Devil: he’s the Devil. He’s got horns and beard and whatnot. That’s his whole deal. He’s voiced by Greg Proops, apparently.

#top ten #halloween #movies #animation #film #tim burton #henry selcik #disney #nightmare #the nightmare before christmas #christmas

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sometipsygnostalgic · 3 years ago

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She-Ra characters as Pokemon Battle Themes

Because my brain is really scraping the bottom of the barrel to find something fun to do, so let’s scratch two hyperfixations at once

Main characters:

Adora - Trainer Red/Blue Battle Tree theme (Gen 7). If you know the context for this theme - the protagonist of the first game enjoying a hard-earned break as a young adult, next to his now-supportive rival and best friend/boyfriend - then this song is PERFECT for Adora.

She-Ra - Gen 7 Champion Theme. This is infamous for being the PLAYER’s champion theme, but Alola’s themes of drawing power from the land and protecting it from aliens fits She-Ra to a T. Magnificient theme!

Catra - Gladion’s Theme for s1 and s5. Has those GUITARS, and CHILD ABUSE, man! Guzma’s theme is a good S3 Catra alternative. She is very similar to both characters. Gen 1 trainer battle is a good third option, to match Blue, AND it has Guitars! You can suggest N’s theme... but in my opinion, ADORA is closer to N than Catra is!!! So it’d only play if it was Adora vs. Catra!

Glimmer - Diantha’s theme. It is glittery, it is a Champion Theme, what more do you want me to say??? Alternatively, Iris’s theme. Or, if I want to play on her edgy side more... Marnie’s theme and Piers’ theme, as a pair!!! I nearly suggested N’s theme but it just doesn’t fit her musically.

Bow - B2W2 Gym Battle Theme. Or alternatively, Gen 7 Trainer Battle (original). Or Gen 5 rival like Scorpia. Sorry Bow, but you’re too much of a goof to get a high level theme. He has both of Cheren’s themes instead!!!

Scorpia - Gen 5 Rival, because she’s as goofy, kind and loyal as Bianca..... but Gen 5 Elite 4 for her post-Garnet awakening because, holy shit, she was ferocious. It matches her Black Garnet theme.

Entrapta - Platinum Frontier Brain theme. Nerdy, intense, and full of wonder. And one of the best themes. Colress theme is also a great fit since they’re the same character. Or Barry’s Theme which is friendly but makes me feel like I’m having a heart attack.

Hordak - Team Galactic Cyrus theme (the original - the USUM remix goes a bit TOO hard for him). Obvious space theme. Hordak is just a Cyrus kinnie anyway. I don’t think any other song fits as well as this.

Horde Prime - DENNIS. Super terrifying USUM version. Prime is literally Ghetsis so yeah. Alternatively, Lusamine’s theme. Or her second theme for the final minutes of the show.

Shadow Weaver - Gen 5 Elite 4. Strange choice for a Lusamine type, I know, but when I think of ghosts and dark types, I think of these guys. It’s dark and it fits Scorpia’s theme too with the Black Garnet. If you have suggestions for SW let me know because Lusamine’s themes are good for her too.

Side characters below:

Netossa - Cynthia’s theme. Yes, I’m giving Netossa the theme for the coolest character in Pokemon. Any problems? She deserves it! She is the She-Ra equivalent of Cool Aunt Cynthia. Also we ALMOST share a name. I deserve it too!

Spinerella - Johto Gym leader/E4 theme (Gen 4). Spinerella doesn’t get much character, but she IS a powerhouse, AND a cool wife - she screams of Gym Leader/Elite 4. For Johto, both parties have the same theme, AND there is a giant beast that blows wind everywhere - Lugia, one of my favourite legendaries.

Mermista and Sea Hawk - Vs. Team Aqua/Magma Original Version.They deserve to be chaotic pirates!! This is also one of the best villain themes, and the most charming oldschool villain team. The goofy trumpet version fits them more nicely than the hyper-intense gen6 version.

Frosta - Gen 4 Elite 4. First of all, matches Scorpia’s gen 5 take. Secondly, if any Princess would be a Sinnoh Elite 4 member, it would be Frosta, Master of Ice. She’s serious enough a character that I think she could kill me.

Perfuma - Zinnia Battle Theme. I have decided to be nice to Perfuma and give her this epic theme because she was okay in season 5. Its relaxed yet strong free flowing nature fits her vine powers, at least.

Emily/Darla/the Beast Island bot - Nebby battle theme. Because these guys deserve their own theme, and what better fit than this incredible scifi tune for a Pokemon whose potential and humanity was brought out by a socially impossible young aristocrat with no friends? (Poggers to how good this theme was - I forgot until I listened to it for this post!)

Micah - Kahuna theme (Gen 7). He’s a master of the previous generation, and very powerful, just like the Kahunas. The theme is scary and mystic but also fun and lighthearted, just like Micah.

Angella - Black/White Gym Leader. I’m gonna be honest, the instruments don’t scream Angella, but her role... it is similar to the various Gym Leaders of gen 5 - an older, experienced guardian who wants to protect the young protagonists from danger, but isn’t able to do so.

Light Hope - Aether Battle Theme. It’s not necessarily that I think swing fits Light Hope, but more that the Aether Foundation does. A dehumanizing Evil shrouding itself as good. Lusamine’s Theme is a good alt but personally I think the BACKGROUND theme fits her best.

Mara - Champion Lance/Trainer Red Battle (Gen 4). All of She-Ra’s themes also apply to Mara, but if you were fighting Mara in a Pokemon game? No theme would be more epic than this. Adora vs her Predecessor!!!!

Double Trouble/Flutterina - Klara’s Theme (Gen 8 DLC). Another toxic little shit that you can’t help but love. I think Double Trouble and Klara would get along nicely...

Madame Razz - Mustard’s Theme (Gen 8 DLC). These people are the same character, no?

Wrong Hordak, Melog, and Swift Wind - Toby Fox’s Battle Tower. I think these background therapy pets friends deserve a theme. The Battle Tower is exactly the place you would encounter them! An alternative is the Hoenn Battle Frontier theme... I’ve got the gen 6 version here - it’s so good!

Anyway that’s pretty much everyone worth casting! Let me know what you think.

#she ra #spop #pokemon

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blockgamepirate · 3 years ago

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So we were talking on Discord about a DSMP superpowers AU, specifically Syndicate as an anarchist superhero team who are perceived as villains by pretty much everybody. (There were a bunch of people involved in the brainstorming but I wanna particularly credit @macachee for the idea for Techno’s superpowers, even though I ended up using a slightly different version than theirs.)

Anyway I know I don't really write fanfic anymore and I'm extremely rusty but uh... my hand slipped?

(CW: nothing major but there are repeated mentions of fire and some pretty tame violence)

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"Professor Underscore, I presume?"

The distinctive deep voice of an infamous supervillain was really not something anyone wanted to hear after 14 hours of last minute bug-fixing on a prototype superweapon in a secret laboratory. Especially when all your assistants had already called it a day and gone home.

Without even looking around, Tubbo reached for the gun in his desk drawer but before he could pull it out, a blade smashed into the wood right next to his hand.

"Nope", said the voice, "you don't get to have weapons, I get to have weapons. And speaking of weapons..."

Tubbo carefully turned around on his chair to face his attacker. As expected, it was a huge, hulking pigman dressed in flashy red and a golden mask.

"You are Protesilaus, aren't you? From the Syndicate?"

Protesilaus blinked at him. "You're a LOT younger than I expected, professor."

"Yeah, I get that a lot."

"I mean it's very impressive though, good for you."

"Thanks."

"So anyway, I'm here for the weapons."

"The weapons are kinda reserved already. You know, for the military."

"Don't give a shit", said a voice from the door. "Gib."

Protesilaus sighed. "Zephyrus, you're supposed to be the secret back-up."

The man hiding by the door frame laughed. "We already took care of the guards. There's nobody here but him, it's fiiine."

"But what if HE has his own secret back-up? What then? Well, it's too late now so just keep a look-out, alright?"

Zephyrus laughed again. "Sure."

"Alright." Protesilaus pointed his sword at Tubbo. "Show us to the weapons."

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There wasn't much he could think of doing to stall except try and tap in the pin codes on the doors as slowly as humanly possible. To be fair he didn't even really know what he was stalling for exactly. Secret back-up would have been nice but if they’d really taken out all the guards then none was likely to come.

Protesilaus was following him, sword in hand, making random small talk on the way as if he didn't know how to deal with the silence. Tubbo had only caught a few glimpses of Zephyrus, the winged man, in the background or in reflections. He seemed to be tampering with the security systems on the way, meaning that Tubbo really might be completely alone on this if the sabotage was successful. Zephyrus was also pulling along a big wheeled container of some sort that was probably intended for the weapons.

The two of them were the known members of the Syndicate, a team of anarchist terrorists who gave nightmares to the local police forces, the national guard and occasionally the military, but it was also widely theorized to have a secret third member with fire powers. Nobody had ever managed to catch them in the act, the only evidence of the secret member's existence was the trail of smoking ruins following the pair, their targets always burned down in a blaze of extremely memorable pink flames.

Tubbo had a theory that there were actually two secret members in the Syndicate, because if you're going to have one secret member you might as well have two, right? Maybe even three! It just made sense.

His assistants hadn't seemed convinced by this logic.

They arrived at the large hall leading up to the main vault where the prototypes were hidden and Tubbo finally had a plan. Somebody (probably him, honestly) had left the remote control of his battle bots lying around on a sidetable. He took advantage of his captors checking the space for surprise guards and inched slowly towards the remote.

"Everything good up there?" Protesilaus called out to Zephyrus who had flown up to the rafters.

"All good."

"Alright, seems safe enough", said Protesilaus. "Now, open the vault."

Tubbo just needed to stall a little bit longer until he could grab the remote undetected. "Actually, maybe I just won't be able to live with the fact that I let you guys get your hands on superweapons? What if I'd rather die than let you have them?"

Protesilaus sighed. "Look, don't worry, it's for a good cause, I promise."

"I mean, you guys are supervillains."

"Oh yeah sure, you're literally making weapons for an imperialist government but we're the villains?"

"What about that orphanage you burned down?" Tubbo kept moving towards the sidetable, trying to make it look like he was just pacing nervously.

"I have NEVER burned down any orphanages, I do NOT have an irrational hatred of small children, in fact I LOVE orphans in particular, you can ask anyone."

"You did, though! That was like two years ago, back when you were part of the Sleepy Bois Inc!"

Tubbo actually knew quite a lot about the Sleepy Bois, the infamous villain team who were particularly known for conning people into taking part in some sort of strange experiments, like that time they somehow transported a hundred people to the moon and told them to terraform a random area. The group had broken up a while back and two of the four had since reformed. Well, more or less reformed anyway. Actually not really reformed, but they were at least sticking to smaller crimes these days.

Anyway Mr. Business was now one of Tubbo's best friends, although nobody was supposed to know that. And Dirty Crime Boy seemed like a surprisingly nice guy. He was out there running what seemed to be some kind of a drug van but Tubbo had chosen not to worry about it too much.

The other two members, however...

"Sleepy Boys? Doesn't ring a bell." Protesilaus' face was suspiciously blank.

"You know, back when you called yourself the Blood God."

"Nah nah nah, I'm Protesilaus, not the Blood God."

"Come on, you're OBVIOUSLY the Blood God."

"I've never even heard of that guy."

"You're LITERALLY a pigman with superhealing powers and a shiny magical sword, you wear a crown AND you're hanging out with a blond guy with wings who looks just like the Angel of Death."

"Wow, wild coincidence", said Protesilaus

“Not gonna lie, the Angel of Death is a really cool name“, said Zephyrus.

Tubbo ignored them. "And you sound exactly like the Blood God."

"I don't hear it", said Protesilaus.

"You said you don't even know who he is!"

"Exactly."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'EXACTLY'??? THAT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE!!!"

"Well I can't hear it if I've never even heard him speak. That's just logic."

Up in the rafters Zephyrus was cackling like a madman.

"You annoy me so much", said Tubbo.

"Aaaanyways, just give us a little peek into the vault, alright? Just out of curiosity, you know."

Tubbo had made it to the remote, he just needed one more distraction to cover for him grabbing it. "Uh..." Then he had an idea: he just took a quick sudden glance at the exit, as if he'd seen something over there and sure enough both of the criminals immediately turned to check. It was just long enough. He got the remote. "Okay fine, you can see the vault."

"Nice, nice." Protesilaus was still glancing around suspiciously but he had no idea what he should have been suspicious of.

Tubbo was more than happy to open the vault now. It might be holding the prototypes but it was also filled with a small army of robots.

All of which came to life with the press of a button.

"Ah", said Protesilaus. "There's his secret back-up."

"Oh Jesus", said Zephyrus. "I think we fucked up."

"You could say that", said Tubbo. "If you just leave peacefully I might let you go", he added in a sudden fit of uncharacteristic levels of confidence.

Protesilaus raised his sword. "Well you see, I really want those weapons, though."

"I guess you'll just have to fight the robots for it then", said Tubbo, configuring the targetting system.

"Mate, they've got guns on them", Zephyrus called out from above.

"Take cover then", said Protesilaus, very much not taking any cover at all himself.

Tubbo, pretty sure the bots knew which people to fight, released them on the criminals.

Protesilaus immediately managed to dodge the first few lazer bolts from the bots, but the third hit him on the arm. He flinched a bit but didn't seem too bothered. "Ouch. Okay so they can actually aim."

Still dancing around the shots, he held his hand to the wound and once he took it off, only the singed hole on his sleeve remained. The Blood God had been known for some kind of healing powers and coincidentally Protesilaus of the Syndicate, who apparently definitely wasn't the Blood God, just happened to also have healing powers. This fight was going to be hard even for thirty robots.

The pigman finally took some cover, hiding behind a pillar. The robots would have to move closer and Tubbo could already tell that if he'd manage to single them out, Protesilaus would easily take them down one by one.

Even worse, Zephyrus had hidden behind a different pillar up near the ceiling and was sniping the bots from above. They were supposed to be bulletproof but the man was absolutely cracked and managed to keep hitting them in the joints and in the eyes.

But at least the bots had given Tubbo some room to work with. He bolted into the vault and headed straight for a very specific section.

"So I just wanna know, professor", Protesilaus called out from the hall, "how are you NOT the evil mastermind here? You have a LITERAL horde of robots in your control that you can just let loose on people!"

"What do you MEAN? They're for fighting people like you! In this exact kind of situation!" Tubbo found what he was looking for and quickly unbuckled the huge harnesses holding it in place. He had to get a stool to reach the highest ones and nearly tripped on it in his hurry.

"Oh and how many of these have you sold to the government? And what if they just decide that they'd be very convenient for taking care of dissenters?"

"Well if the dissenters are literal supervillains, that sounds great." He climbed the ladder on the wall up to the platform by the mech suit and jumped inside.

He couldn't hear what Protesilaus responded after he pulled down the dome of the suit over his body. The sounds of fighting and the bulletproof glass drowned it all out from this distance, and the sound system wasn’t turned on yet. Now the odds should be a lot more even, though. Let’s see how they deal with this, he thought. He settled in and launched the mech--

... and then maneuvered awkwardly through the mess of secret weapons and machines inside his vault. He was pretty sure he didn't break too many things on the way, it was fine. In the corner of his eye he thought he saw a flash of pink and for a second he worried that the pigman had followed him into the vault where it would be almost impossible for him to fight in the suit but luckily he could still hear the sound of sword clanging into metal from outside.

He moved over to the vault door as sneakily as he could while piloting a 12-foot-tall machine in a tight space and looked out into the hall. The floor was littered with broken robots, and there were several blinded ones aimlessly wandering around and getting in the way of the ones that still functioned properly. Protesilaus was towards the back of the hall, stabbing a bot in the armpit and tearing off its arm, Zephyrus on the other hand, still perching on the rafters, had moved around the pillar he had hidden behind, now aiming away from the vault. Neither of them were looking at Tubbo. He took aim and shot at one of the huge grey wings.

"Ah! Fuck!" Zephyrus spun around. "You little shit!"

"Zephyrus, are you okay??" Protesilaus immediately looked over to his ally and took another hit himself.

"I'm FINE, dude!" Zephyrus sounded exasperated but fond. "Look out yourself! Also the kid has a fucking mech."

"A what?"

Tubbo slammed the vault door shut. Good luck getting in there now, Syndicate. Then he tossed aside some robot carcasses to clear out the floor and threw one at Protesilaus who dodged it easily but in the process took another hit from a different robot. He was starting to look tired and he was obviously distracted by Zephyrus getting hurt. That was promising.

Tubbo started climbing the pillar up to the ceiling. Zephyrus cursed again and tried to hop around the pillar to run across to the other side but his hurt wing didn't open properly so he lost his balance, slipped up and fell. "Shit!"

"ZEPHYRUS!"

The man managed to open his wings and soften the fall but the injury made him veer dangerously to the left and crash into a pile of broken robots. Protesilaus leaped over to him, dropping his sword and laying his hands on his friend's wing and back. A faint red glow emitted from the touch points.

Tubbo jumped back down to the ground and stormed at them. He punched the pigman right in the chin, sending him flying across the room. He then tried to grab Zephyrus but the man had already slipped away and had apparently managed to pick up his friend's sword. "You motherfucker", the man said, "I'm going to take that fucking suit apart and then it's your turn."

"Zeph!" Protesilaus called from the side and Zephyrus tossed the sword to him without taking his eyes of off Tubbo. Then the man pulled up his sniper rifle again and Tubbo quickly covered his weak points with his armoured arms and jumped behind a pillar. He needed to disarm Zephyrus ASAP.

Behind them, Protesilaus was taking care of the last few robots. Tubbo didn't have much time, but he couldn't do anything until Zephyrus would have to reload, the guy was just too accurate...

"Oh fuck", said Zephyrus suddenly. "Prot, the door!"

They all turned to look at the exit.

There, at the door, was Ranboo, widened eyes flicking between Tubbo, the broken robots and the Syndicade. He was holding a bowl of biscuits and a cup of tea. "Uh... hello? Hi?"

Ranboo was actually NOT allowed in the vaults but how do you stop someone who can literally teleport anyway? Tubbo was glad to see him sneaking in, though.

"Ranboo! Help! They're trying to steal the weapons!"

"I..." Ranboo seemed frozen in place.

"Ranboo!" Tubbo was starting to get worried. His husband wasn't even taking any shelter. He drove the mech over to him to at least give him some protection.

"I just came to bring you cookies? Coz I thought maybe you were staying late to make the deadline and I thought--"

"Ranboo, I'm being attacked by supervillains right now!"

"Look, what if we just talked this through? I'm sure everybody here would rather not kill each other, right?" Ranboo was tall enough to lay a hand on Tubbo's shoulder even when he was wearing the mech suit which kind of pissed Tubbo off to be quite honest.

"Sure", said Protesilaus, "I love negotiating. Give us the weapons and their blueprints and we're more than happy to go."

"See? That's good, right? Tubbo, we can just let them have the weapons."

"Ranboo, sometimes you're a bit too quirky for my liking. Stop being quirky, help me fight them. You can use your... T-E-L-I-P-O-R-T-A-T-I-O-N powers."

Everybody just stared at him for a second.

"Shouldn't it be T-E-L-E?" said Protesilaus.

"Tubbo, you realise they can spell words too, you know, like most people who graduated elementary school?" said Ranboo.

"I'M SORRY! I'M TIRED, OKAY?"

“You could have just said ‘use your powers’, I mean, I know what my powers are.”

“IT'S BEEN A REALLY LONG DAY!“

"Zephyrus, I think this guy might be too much for us, I've never met such intimidating intellect", said Protesilaus. Zephyrus seemed to already be dying of laughter and his ally's words did not help.

"Now that's just rude," said Tubbo.

He'd barely finished his sentence when a horrible whistling sound hit them all like an invisible cargo train. After a second Tubbo managed to reassemble his braincells long enough to figure it out: "The fire alarm!"

Then he noticed the grin on his enemy's face. "Well, good job, everyone! Let's go home, Zephyrus", said Protesilaus cheerfully.

"Sure, mate."

The secret third member of the Syndicate, Tubbo suddenly remembered. The container they'd brought with them was gone too. Well, fuck. "This whole thing was a diversion??"

"Yep." The Protesilaus was already at the exit and Zephyrus was following right behind him. "See ya, losers!"

Something inside the vault exploded, making a muffled bang through the door, as if just to prove where exactly the fire had been lit.

"Oh man..." Tubbo flopped down on his seat. "I spent SO LONG building all those things!"

"Tubbo, we need to get out." Ranboo took him by the hand of his mech suit and pulled him along.

"No, we could still go in and save the--"

"No, Tubbo. Let's NOT run into the vault full of dangerous chemicals that's literally on fire, actually."

×××

By the time the fire department showed up, pink flames had enveloped the entire lab complex. The terrorists presumably had at least one of the prototypes now and all the remaining ones were a lost cause.

It's not like all the work was gone to waste, they'd made some backups at least, but it would be a pain to find a new lab and order all the extremely volatile chemicals again. So much paperwork. Tubbo was really not good at paperwork.

"Well, there goes my summer holidays I guess", he said.

"Yeah", said Ranboo. "There they go."

×××

"So... Lethe", said Techno at the next Syndicate meeting, "you never happened to mention you were friends with Professor Underscore."

Ranboo shifted nervously in his chair. "I mean... in my defence, you never said you were going to raid his lab?"

"True, true. It didn't seem like relevant information at the time I suppose. You know, because you're kinda more in the group just for the book club and Bake Off Fridays and not so much for the vigilante thing."

"How do you know Professor Underscore, Lethe?" asked Niki gently.

Ranboo looked around the table. He was fairly certain that the others wouldn't kill him for fraternizing with the enemy. He was pretty sure anyway. At least 70% sure.

Also they were all staring at him now.

"Uh... he's my... husband?"

The staring continued.

"Oh!" said Niki.

"Well", said Techno. "This is awkward."

"Uh huh?" Ranboo responded, his entire body tense and slightly wobbly.

"Techno", Phil said softly. Techno brushed him off.

"So uh, are you attached to him, Lethe?"

"Y-yes?" Ranboo straightened his back. "Yes." he said again, more firmly.

"Alright. I guess in the future we should try not to kill him then."

#dsmp fanfiction #technoblade fanfiction #im not tagging the others #i feel like im too much of a techno stan and it shows

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petitelepus · 3 years ago

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HEY-YO! Imagine any lost light character who either have low-confidence or self-esteem about themself, meet platonic!bot who have most confidence, self-worthy and accept of themself (you hardly seen those person this day)

You're the newest recruit and you couldn't be happier to be in the famous Lost Light. All your life you wanted to travel the galaxies and discover new things. You're real sunshine and you have so much confidence that you don't mind sharing it with those with less confidence.

One day you take notice that Swerve is sulking and being unnaturally quiet when he got snapped by some patron for talking too much.

That won't do!

You walk up to the bartender and smile at him, ready to use this line you learned from humans Asian culture. Swerve looks at you and asks, "What could I get you?"

"A pint of engex and a smile, please!" You laugh with a wink and Swerve blinks, not expecting that. "I- I'm sorry, what?"

"Engex and one of your brilliant smiles!" You said and pointed at your own smile, "Like this one!"

"Are you making fun of me?"

"Never!" You shook your helm, "I just don't like seeing you sad, so turn that frown upside down and give me one of your brilliant smiles!"

Swerve stares at you before he blushed and finally smiles wobbly, trying his hardest not to laugh as he fills your pint with engex.

"You're such a dork...!" He chuckles quietly as he pushes your drink towards you and you beam like a sun.

"There's that smile I wanted!" You laughed and grabbed your drink, "Keep up smiling, and don't let others who don't matter get you down! You're wonderful, don't let anyone tell you otherwise!"

Swerve actually beamed at that and you felt proud of yourself as you pulled yourself a seat and seated yourself in front of him. "Now, tell me, is it true that you guys went against the infamous Decepticon Justice Division?"

#anon #ask #reader #reader insert #swerve #transformers mtmte #mtmte #transformers #Enjoy!

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steve0discusses · 4 years ago

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TOS violations by Yugioh Characters that, Unfortunately, got them Banned from Twitch.

Only two people asked for this and I have a stomach ache and can’t do much else, so here you go:

Joey Wheeler: Did a burger eating contest to try and gain subscribers. It was so many burgers that it was considered ‘bodily harm.’

Maximillion Pegasus: drawing slutty fanart of Kuribohs but as a BDSM style Princess Peach, the infamous “Kuribette.” An ill placed and somewhat poorly drawn pink scapegoat tattoo was misinterpreted as a nipple.

Mokuba Kaiba: Tried to get around an illegal gambling loophole by filming in International Waters. Honestly he would have never been caught by the police if his streaming gambling ship hadn’t been abducted by pirates (while on stream, which was a whole other violation in itself).

Noah Kaiba: Got banned for streaming the process of how to turn dogs into far superior robot dogs. Also tried to use the loophole of filming in International Waters by doing this in the basement of Mokuba’s floating casino pirate-bait ship.

Seto Kaiba: Turns out all of those space ships he said he was building were just very large and overly-complicated bongs.

(read more under the cut)

Gozaburo Kaiba: After starting a new career by purchasing Twitch, his investors banned his twitch account once his dazzling personality ruined his stock prices virtually overnight when he started hooting and hollering about putting all your sons in Orbs.

Mai Valentine: Said she was going to Murder Joey Wheeler just one too many times (it was 485 times.) To be fair, Joey Wheeler was not aware she had a Twitch Account at the time.

Yugi Muto: Took his shirt off mid-stream when phasing into Yami mode. Although he is a man, this upset so many people (just 3 people, all of which were the Kaiba brothers), that he made a 40 minute apology video and banned himself, although he was never asked to do this.

Yami Muto: After starting a successful second gaming account under Yami’s name of PHARAOH420BLAZEIT, Yami didn’t realize that when you “block” accounts it doesn’t mean you literally phase users into actual literal blocks.

Tea Gardner: Got too greedy and faked her age to get paid through an onlyfans account. Was blissfully unaware that most people use it for porn. Even when this was clearly explained to her, she doesn’t understand why that was a terrible idea.

Grandpa Solomon Muto: Destroyed public property by claiming it was lost history and trying to dig it up. It was an Arby’s. A skeleton under a very bad Arby’s. A skeleton under a very bad Arby’s that came to life and tried to rule the world. His last words on stream were “not again!”

Tristan Taylor: Stole copyrighted music like the basic bitch he is.

Duke Devlin: his makeup channel got banned after a bunch of very viscous reports that his makeup palates were not vegan like he had claimed. After searching far and wide to find the source of these rumors, he discovered that the angry redditors spreading these malevolent lies were in fat the very jealous cultists that live in Pegasus’ basement. For, as it turns out, the palates he was selling through Pegasus’ company, were made of people.

Despite that, his friends still buy the eyeliner because it freakin sticks to you like a godsdamn second skin.

Marik Ishtar: His crafting channel made Etsian crafts that not only looked exactly like a bong but were entirely bongs. But,TBH, he got banned not for the bongs themselves, but for copyright strikes for making bongs that looked waaay too much like a more popular bong maker on twitch. His bong reputation has never recovered from the shame and now he just makes glass bangles.

Ishizu Ishtar: She was just so good at poaching popular streamers’ streams, even when they tried to stream on a 30 minute delay. It was always a different game in which she would appear too--if it were a large match of PUBG, or even a small match of Among Us, there IshizuSeesYou would stand--seemingly loaded into the game before the server room would even be created. Eerily, she would always win, every time her ghostly account would appear. So, she got banned for hacking when, in fact, she never hacked--not even once.

Odion Ishtar: Odion had an excellent show of being a Minecraft streamer, up until he got banned for electrocuting himself with his own streaming equipment by accident and scarring a lot of little kids who just wanted to see him dig deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper and dee.

Ryou Bakura: his generally pleasant and peaceful British-Bake-Off inspired cooking streams got banned because every lovely loaf of bread and every carefully decorated cake he made had the terrifying cross-section of a headless corpse screaming “YOU, TOO, SHALL DIE.” Not once did Ryou ever notice said cross-section, as he showed it to the camera, full of smiles and sunshine. Not once did he seem to notice his chat also screaming, their fingers turning to acid as they typed.

Yami-Bakura: After his kinder self was removed from twitch, Yami Bakura decided to do the job that his other self could not do. So he started a new account under the name BakuraSpiceAndEverythingNice but unfortunately he got too angry during a fortnight match and decided to call upon the powers of darkness to make him win. But, when someone stabbed Bakura in the game, it also stabbed him in real life, and both Twitch and Epic Games banned him before the game could finish. Ryou Bakura awoke in his gamer chair covered in gamer blood, unaware of who stabbed him or how.

Slightly-Eviler Marik Ishtar: After Marik’s cancelled crafts career, Sightly-Eviler Marik attempted to launch himself into stardom by doing lifestyle streams to launch a political career...unfortunately, he was shut down for trying to influence the American Election. More specifically, to try and put himself on the ballot for President under a third party (the Green Party, as he figured they wouldn’t bother kicking him out). It was his unwillingness to show a proper birth certificate to clear his age (which couldn’t possibly be 4000 years old), that did him in.

Bandit Keith: Got swatted and arrested by the FBI on stream for trying one too many times to make Slightly-Eviler Marik’s ill timed candidacy for President a thing. Weirdly enough, the people who swatted him? Russian bots.

Weevil: Arrested for inventing a new type of gambling called “bug fighting” while sailing in international waters on Mokuba’s ship.

Rex Raptor: Got into Dartz’ streaming house but forgot to do the laundry and was promptly kicked out. So really it was just a human decency violation, but it was enough to contractually keep him from creating another twitch account.

Dartz: Made a streaming house where everyone freakin died.

Everyone except for Freakin Rex Raptor because he couldn’t do the godsdamn laundry.

The part of Bakura that lives in Yugi’s Necklace: After Yami’s account was blocked, the part of Bakura that lives in Yugi’s Necklace decided it was up to him to make a mark on internet history, so he started a somewhat successful account called BetterLateThanNever, but it got banned once he stabbed some random guy in Fortnight and, according to the ban report--stabbed him in real life?

#ygo #yugioh #au #twitch violation #I don't know what you tag this sort of thing #fic #?#joke thing?#I dunno #I'm not gonna list every character though here you go

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varnienne · 3 years ago

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Shattered Reality - Year 1, Part 1

A/N: Finally got around to finish editing this. I know I said I'd work on the Pokemon Crossover project (and I am, concept drawings and the outline are a WIP) but I think it's better I have at least a few different projects to focus on at a time.

That being said, I hope you guys enjoy my story.

TW: brief references to PTSD and grief, I think that's it?

Her eyes snapped open.

Heavy breaths echoed in the room as a scream died in her throat. Soft ticking penetrated the haze first. Moonlight glinted off of the four-star ball. Its familiar energy caressed her aura. Avoca focused on that feeling. Took a deep breath and slowly let it out. She absorbed the soothing blues of her bedroom walls as she kept breathing. Training clothes folded on the nightstand. A picture of her family hanging by the clock. Its glowing hands reading three fifty-seven.

She sighed. No point trying to sleep now. Tossed her covers off and swung her feet around. Avoca grabbed her training clothes as she stood. Started changing, completely dressed when her door opened. She glanced one way. Then the other. No one but her was up. Thankfully.

Trudged her way down the hall and out the front door, steps carefully soft. The deep violets of early morning kept her hidden as she walked across the field. She stopped in front of a rounded door.

“Open, please.” Air hissed out as it unlocked. Slowly, it fell open, turning into a ramp. She tapped the close button as she passed the frame. The second the door resealed, Avoca called out to the system. “Gravity on, level 275.”

She moved into stretches as the weight settled on her body. Deep breath in, an arm raised into an overhead block. Deep breath out, it was slowly switched with a punch from her other hand. She glided through every new movement, aura swirling around her like a gentle tide.

“Increase the gravity to level 290. Training bot level 3,” she called out to the room's control system.

[Commencing…]

Her body became heavier and she tensed all her muscles before relaxing again. One foot slid back and the other moved to the side. Her brother’s feet wavered as she stepped next to him. Set a shaky hand on his shoulder. Her arms rose into a loose block as small orbs floated in. Light swirled through their seams alerting her to their activation. Together they fell into a familiar stance. They could do this. They could end it. She formed a ball of red energy in her hand and smirked. Avoca sent her energy at the nearest bot.

“Give me what your daddy couldn’t.” His aura expanded as the blast grew. “Before I send you home to him.*”

She snarled at the creature. “You’re reign ends now.”

Her blast ricocheted from it onto the others, passing her every chance they could. She let her body take over and forced her mind to fall silent. Years of honed instinct kept her movements fluid as she danced around the blast. The snickering monster was distracted with a blast to his back. Avoca noticed. “Now, brother!” She added another ball to the fray. They gritted their teeth, planted their feet, and forced out everything they had. Another command to the system had the gravity strengthening to 310.

As she created a third energy ball, the door opened. “Avoca-nee?”

She jumped and released the ball as she turned, but the bots took advantage and aimed all three blasts at her. Growling, Avoca twirled, tail unwrapping from her waist to bat them into the walls. She commanded the system to shut off and whirled back to her brother.

“Gohan, you know better than to come in here when I’m in the middle of my routine!” The younger Saiyan chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. Avoca sighed. “Just be careful next time, okay?”

He glanced away and scratched his cheek. Her heart lurched. Gohan looked just like their father doing that. She sighed and asked him why he’d come to get her. “I wanted to make sure you'd have time to get ready for your first day.”

Shit. Had she gotten too caught up in training? It wouldn’t be the first time. “What time is it?”

[The current time is six, twenty-two…] echoed through the room.

“Oh, good. I have time to shower.” The Saiyan girl thanked her brother as she rushed down the hall. Maybe school could keep her memories away for a while.

~oOo~

A week earlier, on the other side of town, a team of teachers were chatting as they waited for the principal. He’d called an impromptu meeting so early some of them were still yawning. One person, in particular, was curious why Nedzu would call him in. He wasn’t even done with his teacher certification yet.

The tired heroes perked up as the being in question finally joined them. In his paws was a red USB that arrested everyone's attention. Its implications sobered them immediately.

Nedzu maneuvered into his seat at the head of the table and smiled. "Good morning everyone! I'm sorry to call a meeting like this on such short notice, but I've been informed that one of our new admittees is… quite powerful."

He paused to plug the drive into the table's display input. The places in front of the staff members lit up with the school logo before showed a fierce young brunette with determined amber eyes. There was a hardened light in her gaze that told of her experience in battle. Her hair was noticeably thick and spiky, much like the furry tail around her waist.

"This is Son Avoca, publicly registered as Midoriya Izumi." The lightness in Nedzu's tone vanished. A conflicted look took over his face. "She is one of the two children responsible for ending Perfect Cell."

Toshinori's heart dropped. She was so young and had already been exposed to such horrors. He'd known the two who'd stopped the creature were a bit young, but he wasn't expecting children. She was barely fourteen.

"From what I understand, young Gohan will also be attending UA in a couple of years." The screen changed to show an even younger boy with black hair just as spiky as his sister's. Though his expression was a bit softer, the same determination reflected in his eyes. "He'll be going to a nearby middle school until then."

Toshinori frowned. If these kids were so powerful… "How come we hadn't heard of them before the Cell Games?" The abilities they displayed both with and without the aid of their quirks was unbelievable. Most kids their age had nowhere near the amount of training they surely must've had.

"They were living out in the mountains in the southern district. But they have been mentioned in the news before." At this, Nedzu's nose twitched. "Had Miss Son- Miss Midoriya - not mentioned it herself, I doubt even I would've noticed the connection."

The principal pulled up an infamous headline from eight years ago.

Throat dry, Toshinori glanced around at the other teachers and found them just as pale as he felt. He returned his focus to the files. The more he read, the more questions he had, a pit growing in his stomach with each one. The hows and whys swirled in his mind until Nezu spoke again.

“I know you all have questions. I do too.” His smile returned. “I've organized an interview so we may learn more about Miss Midoriya and perhaps find some answers.”

“Wait.” Present Mic frowned and leaned back in his chair. “I don't recognize her. Did she not take the entrance exam?”

Nezu's smile became strained. “The Hero Commission was quite insistent about her attending our school.”

Oh. That explained a lot. It also brought more questions Toshinori wasn’t sure he wanted answers to.

~oOo~

Looking at her reflection, Avoca turned. The skirt was a little short on her with how curvy she was starting to get. At least they were allowed to wear leggings underneath it. The blazer was a nice neutral grey to compliment the greens of the skirt and lapel stripes.

Her gaze caught the papers sitting on her desk and the brunette frowned. All the important papers she needed to verify her "new identity." Any reference to their father or their role in the Cell Games was conveniently left out. But they'd made note that Principal Nezu and her teachers would be aware of who she was.

Ugh, the regulation and hidden identity were like some twisted witness protection program. More like monitoring persons of interest. She shook her head to force those thoughts from her mind.

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. She turned to see her brother in the doorway. His pink checks and twitching tail made her smile reassuringly at him.

He rubbed the back of his neck. "I, uh, couldn't tuck it in comfortably…"

Avoca giggled. "I had the same problem when we were younger. Here," pulled the band of skirt down. Lifted and resettled her tail. "Wrap it just under the waistband and don't wear a belt." Watched her brother do as told. Gave him a small smile when he didn't look back up. Patted his shoulder. "It'll be fine, brother. We just have to play by their rules a bit." Gohan merely sighed.

He was dressed in his own uniform. The black slacks and blazer looked good on him. She ruffled his hair and laughed at his protest. He'll make friends easily.

Which reminded her… "You remember the names we've been registered under, right?"

The boy nodded. He didn't like having to hide their identities. She didn't either. They were children of Earth's former protector. Maybe they wouldn't shout it from the rooftops, but it's not like anyone would think to look into their father’s past. It wasn't out of shame, but it felt like they were hiding their father.

"Well, let's get going." Avoca sighed and grabbed her backpack. "We don't wanna be late on our first day."

"Yeah."

She nudged his shoulder. He nudged her back. They joked and played as they walked out. She laughed.

Avoca had hope that whatever adventure lay before them, it would be one full of memories.

~oOo~

*TeamFourStar reference. I believe this is from Episode 60 Part 3?

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#mha fanfiction #varnienne oc #oc centric #tw ptsd #tw trauma #my hero academia #my hero fanfic #boku no hero fanfic #canon x oc #dragon ball z #dbz gohan

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dxrksong · 4 years ago

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Shattered Glass old mirror chapter 2!

Warnings: uhhh trauma basically and time distortion

Enjoy!

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You woke up, not immediately recognizing where you were. Slowly the memories came back to you as you got up.

Waking up in the mirror, being found by the Jims, convincing them to take you with them, the giant dog, Wilford, Dark, the mirror……

You sighed and looked at your hand. It still hurt from yesterday. You unwrapped the bandage a little and saw that the bleeding had stopped at least.

To unwrap it and pretend it's just a part of the collection or keep it and not potentially get an infection…….they wouldn't notice right?

You rewrapped the bandage as someone knocked on your door

"MirrorJim! Time for breakfast!"

Oh, the Jims! You smiled, going to answer the door

"Thanks Jim! Let's go!"

The three of you started walking down the hallway

"Hey MirrorJim, is your hand ok?"

Oh of course

"Oh that? Just some battle scars! I got into a fist fight with a mirror!"

"What did the Mirror do Jim?"

"It called me names and insulted my friends. It held no honor"

"Didya win?"

"Of course! No mirror can hold it's ground against me!!!"

The Jims looked at you in awe, CameraJim going to point his camera at you

"And here we have the infamous Mirror fighter! Tell us MirrorJim, what was it like?!"

You stood up straighter, a confident smirk on your face

"Quick and painful on both sides! But nothing i couldn't handle!"

You laughed at the Jim's faces as all three of you walked into the kitchen and sat down.

At the table the host, Bim, Google, and Dr.Iplier were already there. In the kitchen Chefiplier and yet another Googleplier were working on breakfast.

As you and the others waited, idle chatter came up.

"So how's your first night here, Y/N?"

"You know it actually went pretty well! I didn't even have a nightmare!"

"Heh, you sure? Your hand says otherwise."

"Oh, right. Speaking of which, Doc, think you can…?"

Dr.Iplier sighed as he playfully rolled his eyes, reaching out for your hand. You gave it to him and he looked over the damage.

"What happened"

CameraJim piped up

"They fought against a mirror and won!"

"A MIRROR? *sighs* well it's not the craziest thing I've seen before. Just try not to make things any worse and you'll be fine"

The Doctor rewrapped the bandage before letting you have your hand back

"Thanks doc!"

At that moment Dark walked into the room, more or less being dragged by Wilford as they sat down. You haven't spoken to dark since last night. This is bound to get awkward.

Luckily for you food started leaving the kitchen as soon as the rest of the Iplier egos showed up. Things were relatively calm as you soon forgot the tension between you and dark, joining in on the pleasant conversation.

And then everything started spiraling downhill from there.

You heard the sound of a car driving up to the manor as you finished your breakfast. Curious, you walked up to the window.

Only to curse yourself internally.

It was Mark. Like the Actor. Actor Mark! He's probably here for you!

You're Dumb, not stupid. You know this probably isn't your body, the scratches on your hands and that memory from last night is enough proof of that. But if the others are aware that you're not them, this could be your end.

It would be your end if Mark got to you as well. You're not about to let yourself get caught in one of those forever looping adventures of his.

Think Y/N where's the safest place to be if you're spotted by the mad man himself or not? That would probably be with his rival….

And you're in a weird situation with said rival.

You winced, not noticing Dark had walked over to see what you were staring at until he spoke up

"What the hell is HE doing here?"

You nearly lept out of your skin! You sighed, trying to calm down from the mini heartattack.

"I don't know. But you're going to find out anyway aren't you?"

Dark nodded before walking off.

Dang it you forgot their rivalry was the fighting kind. Guess you're sticking with someone else then.

"Wonder where he's going? Y/N! Want to follow him?"

Hello replacement Damien! You turned to Wilford

"Sure! We can be the sneakiest ninjas of all time! Jims! Wanna join us?"

"OOO! Good idea!! We gotta get our first sneaking mission all on video!!"

"Camera's already rolling MirrorJim!"

What can go wrong?

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Everything. Everything could go wrong.

First of all, this group is neither sneaky nor…..ugh dang it what's the word??? You're obvious, is what I'm trying to say! You're 1000% sure Dark has known since the second hallway that you were all following him.

It wasn't long before Dark found Mark roaming the halls. The confrontation started off rocky and with a lot of anger on Dark's side. Mark was nothing if not cool with a touch of nervousness.

A facade, you're sure. You watched the confrontation with growing anxiety. This could end in an all out brawl.

And then a glint off of something caught your eye

"Mark……"

Wilford had taken out his gun, your body freezing in place. Shit, you forgot. Mark and the Colonel didn't exactly get along well either!.......

WHY CAN'T YOU MOVE??

you can't-oh no…..panic attack...like back at the mirror. Seriously. An episode?? HERE???? Worst possible place for this!! You're 15ft away from a mad man and 3 feet away from the gun that shot you!

You were starting to panic, your anxiety and paranoia skyrocketing through the roof. And then you heard it

"Y/N? Y/N!"

"Don't you DARE-ACK!"

Mark shoved Dark away before heading over to you. Next thing you knew, you heard a gunshot and you were running down the hall.

This is too much…..too much all too soon. You couldn't hear anything but your own breathing as you ran through twists and turns of the manor. Where where you going? Who were you trying to go to? You don't know anymore! The only people who you knew was safe were back there with that guy!

You soon slowed to a stop, tired as all hell. You panted for breath as you stopped to look around.

Is it…..snowing? Wait, you've seen this before. The final episode of wkm! Before the Colonel found out Abe was hired to spy on him!

Did you do this?

""Did you do this?" Y/N asked themselves as the host drew near, the red Google Android at his side"

"Host? Google?"

"The host figured Y/N would like a quiet place to relax and have their questions answered. Follow me"

The host continued to mumble to himself as you caught up to the two of them. You decided to ask the obvious of what's happening here

"What is this?"

"It's an area spell I assume. It slows down time to an extent that even I'm not sure of"

"How come you're not effected? Did you do this?"

The host laughed

"Afraid not. If I could do this I would've used this ability a long time ago. And to answer your first question, I can only assume it's because you consider us friendly"

"Wait me? I'm really the one doing this??"

"If you weren't then I'd question who would be."

You nodded slowly. Made sense. You all stopped at the Host's office

"The Host is going to go defuse the situation and calm down the ruffians. The Googleplier will assist you with any questions you have."

You nodded and watched the host leave before looking up to the bot, who walked inside the office. You followed behind and found a couch. You sighed, putting your face in your hands as you sat down

You felt the bot sit down nearby and you took in a breath before sitting up

"Ok Google"

You heard a beep

"Quiz me on common knowledge"

"Ok"

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The gun had fired, Wilford standing on his two feet now. Mark had quickly dodged out of the way and went to try and hide when the Jims started screaming

"WHERE DID MIRRORJIM GO?!"

"MIRRORJIM DISAPPEARED!!!!"

Dark: "WHAT?!"

Dark immediately grabbed Mark by the neck, lifting him up in the air

Dark: "WHAT DID YOU DO YOU SLIMEY-"

Host: "Mark did not do anything."

The Host walked into the room

Wilford: "Host….I should've known"

The host nodded towards Wil

Host: "Y/N had ran away at the sound of the firing gun. They are currently at my office, being caught up with current events"

Mark wrangled himself free from Dark's grip

Mark: "that's great! I'll go keep them-"

Host: "The Host suggests you do not corner Y/N less you want to meet a very gruesome death"

The host warned. Mark gave the Host a very disbelieving and confused look as Dark and Wil raised an eyebrow

Mark: "Y/N? The harmless Y/N that couldn't harm a FLY? Are you SURE you're not losing it Host?"

The host chuckled to himself

Host: "you shall see in time. They are not the same Y/N you once knew a century ago."

The host started walking away.

Host: oh also the dog's are fighting.

That got the ego's attention as they immediately ran outside.

Host: "The host chuckled to himself, knowing full well Diva was no where near Chica"

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You sighed. Nothing much had changed in accordance to most things in your past life. But when you asked about certain artists, you found that several important ones or even special songs were just flat out gone as if they didn't exist.

If that wasn't bad enough you realized that that means you're the only one that knows these songs and it's up to you to not forget them. Yaayyyyyy more stress.

You ran your hands through your hair. You suppose you'll be fine. You could be fine. You WILL be fine. You could get used to this just like everything else you've dissociated from.

"Your body language suggests distress"

"Yeah, well. I'm under a lot of it…...can I tell you something if you promise not to tell Dark or Wil?"

The Google raised an eyebrow

"Noted?"

You sighed again, leaning into the couch

Pt1

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